Iron, Flesh and blood.

Owen: "Tends result in death too"

Rhys: "Yeah, so lets hope for, not interesting."

Owen: "Yeah, probably a good idea"

upon trying to move the body you notice something else. a large hole in the back of the head. and a severe lack of any brain. at all.

Rhys: "The fuck...? Nope, above my pay grade."

OOC: Brain Bugs.


Owen: "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?"

Rhys: "Nope nope nope nope."

Owen: "Okay new plan, you get thingy I'll guard this"

OOC you do remember there's a local fellow who regurlarly skins people n shit?

OOC: You have never mentioned this, unless you're referring to the proxy chap. Who is the guy we intend to give it to

Rhys: "Okay, don't die." *rhys starts off jogging towards a major thoroughfare, where he'd be likely to find a proxy.*

Owen: *Posts up against a wall and keeps watch*

OOC matt, check the big list of characters they should know :P
specifically Volksnarbe
IC *there are none to be found. Anywhere.*

OOC: We're specifically looking for Vulkar not that bastard.

OOC not my point :P
he's done worse to people than this
infront of you

OOC: But stuffing them into the ventilation system? That's a good way to kill your workforce through disease

OOC i was more referring to your reaction to the lack of a brain

OOC: That's brought on due to the combination of injuries. Also it's rotting.

OOC fair enuff

*rhys looks around for anyone who's higher up, who might know where a proxy is.*

*none. it appears no sign or way of contacting a proxy is present*

*Anyone generally high up?*

*not round here. you do have a CO remember :P*

*Goes to CO*

*he's back at the barracks. just gonna leave yer squadmate alone in the streets with that corpse?*

*Finds wheelbarrow, takes said wheelbarrow back to squaddie* "Throw the bitch in this"

Owen: "Took your time" *He rather apprehensively complies and dumps the rotting corpse in the wheelbarrow*

Rhys: "Right... lets go dump this in the co's office."

*as they reach the barracks, the two guards bar their way, looking at their cargo suspiciously*
"What the fuck is this?"

Owen: "A corpse we found in a ventilation duct. Judging by the wounds it wasn't a human that did it"

"And you brought it here because...."

"Because if something is killing the workers, then our superiors are going to have a massive problem"

"....again, why the fuck did you bring the body here?"

Rhys: "A proxy asked us if we'd seen anything unusual earlier... We couldn't find one to report to."

"....so hold position, and vox someone about it?"

Rhys: "Don't like casting stuff like this. and it wasn't far to walk."

"... fine, take it inside before the stink makes me throw up"

Rhys: "Aye aye." *pushes in wheelbarrow*

*Owen follows*

Major gruber is sat back in his command chair, smoking a cigar, his back to the door

Rhys: "apologies for the smell, but this is important."

Gruber takes a puff, stands up and turns around. He takes a moment to survey the scene, and then sighs.
"Alright. Make this quick. What the hell?"

"We found this corpse rotting inside of a vent. A quick inspection of the body details that the killer was either armed with a power weapon, or" *He twists the head to show the empty skull* "Mutant. The injuries are far too clean for knives or even swords. Only a power weapon or something that can carve through bone cleanly could have inflicted these wounds"

Gruber: *pauses, considering this* Did you inspect the scene?

Rhys: "I didn't see anything that leapt out. Besides the body that is."

"...you're sure?"

Rhys: "Don't hold me to it, eyes aren't as sharp as they used to be." *he gestures at the horribly burned side of his face*

"*sighs* You just wanted to get the fuck away from there didn't you?"

Owen: "Our primary concern was reporting the death. We will return to the scene if you want, sir"

Rhys: *shrugs* "Not fussed"

Gruber: see that you do. I'll inspect the body and call a disposal team to deal with it.