Survival

[Sionnach Glic]

0059

"Ta-da!" Seruatka announced, stepping neatly through the hole he had managed to cut in the fence. "Piece of cake." He commented, sheathing his sword and grabbing his autogun. After looking around for a moment, he decided to try the largest garrage he could see. "Come on." He said to Kalta, gesutring for her to follow him. "Let's see what's behind door number 1."

[Lighthawk]

Seruatka
0059

The largest garage in sight was a fortress of a structure, three stories tall and somewhere around 3k meters square in the base. The walls were of a heavy, gray stone, and the main door looked as thick and sturdy as tank armor.

"So, that hedge trimmer of yours up to some real work?" Kalta asked.

[Sionnach Glic]

0059

"Uh....not this time, I think." Seruatka replied, casting a dubious eye over the main entrance. "Come on, let's circle the structure and see if there's a back door."

[Lighthawk]

Serutaka
0059

The back door, while a good deal smaller than the front, looked about as sturdy. A keypad set in a heavy metal box hung just off to the side of the handle.

[Sionnach Glic]

0060

"Check this out." Ser said aloud, beckoning Kalta over. "Don't suppose you happen to know the code?"

[Lighthawk]

Seruatka
0060

"Not likely," Kalta said. She peered closely at the pad with her fake eye. "Get the armor off this thing, and I might be able to trick the spirits into thinking that I do though."

[Tyyr]

0810

Mir slowly circled the building, wary to keep outside the ring of bodies. As he looked the building over he spotted Ecclisarchal symbols and heavy weapon barrels adorning the building. "Oh frak me," he muttered under his breath. No wonder the demoness wanted nothing to do with this place. Half the guns looked recently added, which told him something. Maybe this world wasn't always totally fraked in the head. Heading back to the front door he parked his bike outside the ring of bodies and dismounted. He raised his hands and walked slowly closer to where the piles of dead bodies were. "Hey! Anyone home? Any room for a loyal servant of the Emperor?"

Somehow he managed to get that last bit out without cracking up. Yeah, I'm here to steal something important for a demoness so I can free a rogue psyker from her grasp. But aside from that...

[Lighthawk]

Mir
0811

After a moment's painful silence, the front door opened a crack, enough to make out the outline of a figure within, but little else between the contrast of the bright outdoors and dark interior. A vox magnified voice called out.

"Step forward slowly, hands on your head. When you reach the sidewalk, you will place your weapons on the curb. Any quick motions will result in your death."

[Tyyr]

0811

Mir grimaced. "Umm, any chance I could keep the weapons. So far everyone I've met has tried to kill me."

[Lighthawk]

Mir
0811

"This is not a negotiation," the figure stated cooly. "You will..." the words cut off as a second figure appeared in the doorway. The two put head together for a moment in silent conversation, and then the new comer stepped outside.

The sunlight gleamed across the Sororita's power armor, dazzlingly brilliant. She was a tall, dark skinned woman with a predatory face. She did not smile, but she did not frown either. Her expression was mask like, neutral, as was her tone.

"If you are indeed a loyal servant, as you claim to be, then you have no reason to fear setting aside your weapons while in our company," she stated in the same steady calm with which she held her melta at the ready. "If you are a good Emporer's man, you will be allowed your weapons back soon enough."

[Tyyr]

0811

The sight of the melta gave Mir pause. "Yeah, well the last other servants of the emperor I ran into were talking to the same orks who tried to kill me." Mir kept his hands up and walked to the sidewalk. He carefully set his combat shotgun, longlas, and sword on the ground in front of him. He unhitched his backpack and knelt down. Fishing out his shotgun he gingerly picked it up and pulled it out. As he did he cracked it open quickly and palmed the shells the Demoness had given him. He slipped them into his medkit before jamming the blazers in it then standing and putting the pack back on. "That's everything."

[Lighthawk]

Mir
0811

"Atella," the sister called over her shoulder, and the summoned woman came out passed the guard at the door. She was a much younger woman, clad only in carapace and armed only with the heavy pistol at her waist. She quickly secured Mir's weapons as the power armored Sororitas approached him. "I am Diona. Who did you see speaking with orks?"

[Tyyr]

0811

"Space Marines," he said simply. He looked at Atella, "Don't suppose you could help me out by reloading those and giving me a couple boxes a shells could ya?"

[Lighthawk]

Mir
0811

Atella half dropped the shotgun at Mir's answer, the stock clattering on the pavement and her mouth half open with an expression of protest, but a look from Diona snapped her jaws shut and sent her hustling back inside without a chance to answer Mir's question.

"Space Marines talking to orks you say?" Diona asked quietly. "I'd have your head for a liar, if I had not seen as equally unlikely events since arriving here. Do you remember anything before..." she guestered vaguely at the city.

[Tyyr]

0811

"Ack! Careful with that!" Mir snapped in exasperation when the younger woman dropped his shotgun. "Ok, fine. Eight foot tall guys in Astartes armor carrying bolters and looking pissed. I didn't bother to go ask them their chapter."

When Diona spoke he looked at her in frustration. "What possible reason could I have to lie? Before? Before I woke up in this madhouse? Before I had some cyclopses try to eat me, a chaos space marine cut me in half with a chainsword, orks try to run me over, a dinosaur try to eat me, and a bug try to bite my leg off? Not a bloody thing."