This was the first time Harvin had ever found himself on a drop pod, and he had found that the sensation of moving at high speed in such a cramped object was thoroughly unpleasant. Even more so, the sensation of slamming into whatever building they'd hit. He'd heard about something called... what was it? The exact term escaped him, but the sensation of suddenly becoming several times heavier for a brief moment was distressing. Still better than Warp travel, though.

In any case, Harvin landed on the ground at the same moment as every other mercenary in his pod, in his case assisted by landing artificial arm first, mostly to look cool, but also because he'd probably overbalance otherwise. His frenzied appearance was no better than usual as he rose, and he jumped a little when addressed directly by one of the other mercenaries; he responded with a quick, if strangled grin and a mumbled 'Er, yeah, it does,' just before the guy took off. A lot of the mercenaries ran in wildly in one direction; deciding he should try to cover as much ground as possible, Harvin decided to head in the opposite direction, accompanied by three other mercenaries lacking in particularly noteworthy characteristics, other than their shared annoyance with his short but loud screech when the alarm sirens went off not seconds later.

One mercenary split off from Harvin's group as they moved, leaving two with him as they traversed the facility. Frankly, the corridors they passed through weren't much to look at, as you might expect of a small-though-budding colony of Mankind. Grey plasteel walls, mostly, with only a few short bulkheads along the length of each one that Harvin noted would make for good- or at least any- cover in a firefight. Seconds after this thought, it turned out they also made very good hiding spots: a pirate, unseen before then, turn out from behind one of them just as Harvin's group were about to pass it, firing from the hip with a pair of laspistols. The fire was not particularly accurate, but it was shockingly rapid for an abrupt burst, and sudden enough to make the other mercenaries fling themselves behind the extrusions on the opposite side of the pirate's prior position. Harvin, on the other hand, reacted with a scream and a mechanised punch, crushing the man's head and shoulders against the wall even as lasfire refracted off his arm and down the corridor. Very unprofessional, but it got the job done, albeit not in the way the others would have liked.

'You idiot, stop yelling!' one of them shouted at him, anger evident on his features. 'You're going to get us all killed!'

'Er, YOU are,' Harvin retorted, 'I'm just trying to- GACK!' Several more pirates had appeared, and he ducked behind the bulkhead himself as a barrage of bullets and lasers flooded the corridor briefly, only for the pirates to begin moving up on the orders of the small group's leader (or who Harvin presumed was the leader, anyway). Both other mercenaries began to fire back at the pirates with their own weaponry round the corner of their bulkheads, on Harvin's side moving round him in order to get a good angle. Taking the opportunity to help out, Harvin set his arm down hand-first against the floor, essentially extending the bulkhead for his ally to take cover behind (and, since it kept Harvin himself mostly behind the actual bulkhead, gave him an excuse to remain out of harm's way for a moment). With nothing much to do, Harvin essentially waited as his companions returned fire against the pirates.

And waited. Aaaaand waited. And...

'Are you done yet?'

'Does it LOOK LIKE we're done?!' the one behind his arm yelled at him, still firing. 'We've killed maybe two of six, the bastards are-'

And then his head exploded out the back as a good or lucky shot passed through it. Seeing an opportunity as the mercenary fell, the leader ordered another push forward, which would necessitate that the pirates break cover at least momentarily. Apparently, they had forgotten that Harvin himself was mobile, and as he moved into view, his arm opening up to let out two lasweapons and two SP weapons, all four were caught off-guard. The only one who got back into cover before Harvin opened fire with a noise somewhere between a screech and a scream was the leader himself; the rest were mowed down like chaff, the majority of shots simply striking the far end of the corridor, but far more than enough finding a target to kill those three who failed to protect themselves in time. Once they were dead, the four weapons retracted back into Harvin's arm, and he charged forward robotic arm first, screaming as he ran a fair distance toward the last opponent. The threat obviously recognised, the leader tried to shoot at the howling maniac as he rapidly approached, but with no weapon stronger than a lasrifle on him and Harvin's head moving too erratically to hit, they all either missed or bounced off the armoured arm, and by the time he pulled out what appeared to be a chainsword, Harvin was upon him, the upper two of his own chainswords extended and revved up. Harvin plunged his weapons into the man's gut, still screaming, and pulled his arm upward, spraying himself and a large amount of the corridor with the unfortunate man's gore. It was a messy death.

'God-Emperor!' Harvin exclaimed, wiping what blood he could from his face with his biological arm. 'That was, uhhh, a lot, of... smeg.'

'Smeg? SMEG?' his remaining companion exclaimed as he walked up beside him. 'THAT'S what you call this? Mikal is dead now, probably because you distracted him with your screeching and bird noises.'

'Well, I mean, erm... I'm not.'

'Yeah obviously, 'cause you hid behind the damn bulkhead for most of the fight!' the man screamed, gesticulating wildly. 'And then you apparently went completely insane and just starting shooting everywhere, and then that berserk charge... and what in the Warp does smeg mean?!'

'Uh...' Harvin didn't really have an answer to that. It was just a slang term on Slome, meaning nothing in particular, and so potentially referring to anything the user wanted. He gestured somewhat lamely to the blood surrounding him, and the other mercenary simply slapped his palm against his face in frustration.

'Alright, look,' the guy said with a frown, 'I work way better on my own than with others, especially morons like you, so I'm going to head off on my own. I hope you get killed, idiot.'

'Wuh- wait, wait, that's not fair,' Harvin exclaimed, 'what about, uh... y'know, covering for... things? And I got the most kills.'

'You- shut up, I'm leaving.' The mercenary stalked off in the direction they were headed and rounded one corner of the T-junction at the end, leaving Harvin to his own devices. After a moment of disbelief, he too headed to that end of the corridor, turning in the opposite direction to his former companion, and so headed deeper into the bowels of the facility alone.

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