agentmanatee

Blackshields [Warhammer 40K, Horus Heresy]

@HeySeuss shit, thx lol that got lost in translation

Blackshields [Warhammer 40K, Horus Heresy]

Iron Within. Iron Without

A sound plan. That was how Kraeger had described the idea to infiltrate the govenours palace via the large supply crates that seemed to rarely be thoroughly checked by his men until they were already inside. He had scoffed at this glaring hole in their defenses, any man with so many enemies should have been screening his cargo multiple times long before they were ever anywhere near his home. But, it made a perfect opportunity for the Legionnaires to get in whilst causing minimal collateral damage... of course Kraeger was completely ok with causing maximum collateral damage if that method was easier. Intercepting and aquiring the crates and convincing the drivers to help their cause had not been hard in the slightest.

Of course, all this was a moot point as no one had told Kraeger the crates were just barely large to fit a Legionnaire in full power armour and their previous cargo. So, for the past hours he had been crouched amongst a massive pile of what had once been neatly stacked gourmet food. By now said gourmet food had devolved into mush all across the proud warriors armour... he had to keep himself from growling the entire way. At least by the end of this they would be in the palace, and then it would all be over very quickly. The guards checking the cargo were completely unprepared for when Prodigal Son burst from his own crate and opened fire. He was followed shortly by the former Iron Warrior Kraeger Antal, his dark gray armour and proud veteran stripes obscured by the slurry of what was once food. The Legionnaire growled his annoyance, his bolter matching his low growl with a burst of shells. The rounds smashed into a group of guards still stunned by surprise at the suddenly appearing demigods.

Two of the three poor bastards were dead before they knew what had happened, chest busting out as the bolter shells created massive sucking holes amongst their now shredded internal organs. The third and fourth were marginally luckier, one screamed as his arm was blow off at the elbow and sent him tumbling into his comrade. Kraeger chose now to speak up on the Legionnaires shared vox channel, "Damnit Prodigal, next time we stick ourselves in crates filled with unkown supplies I get first pick. I don't mind blood and gore but whatever the hell the governour likes putting in his mouth I'd rather not have my armour smelling like it.", he complained in his subdued and half hearted manner, not unlike a man who couldn't give a rats ass if his own foot was shot off.

When he finished his poultry complaint a few of the human guards appeared to still have back bones and opened fire on the armoured behemoth. The scattered las fire did little but vaporize the caked on food which covered his armour and scorched the paint a bit as well. Kraeger turned to face the new threat, kicking his way out of the large crate in order to get more mobility. Splinters flew through the air as he burst the box, the food slurry spraying through the air with them. He did not send another volley, rather with disciplined single pulls of the trigger shells flew to meet their mark. Another guard was flung from his feet by the force of the shell exploding in his chest. It had been a little while since Kraeger haad been in combat again... it felt damn good to be back in his natural space. Gunning down enemies in the name of the Pert- the Emperor... he was still getting used to that.

Blackshields [Warhammer 40K, Horus Heresy]

I'll be posting tonight!

- Closed -

@Zhaliora yay! I'm not alone now! Lol

- Closed -

So what areally the groups gonna be?

I can see me,@ChaoticFox and @Zhaliora cause we are in the same general area, then being related, I'm a teacher at their school... just my suggestion I dunno if the groups are already decided or something

- Closed -

@SgtEasy welcome bak! Glad you could return to us

- Closed -

Posted! Can't wait for the shit to hit the fan and ruin everything!

- Closed -

________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Febuary 21st, 2018 - Three months before Day Zero...

Allan's home
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Allan sighed heavily as he watched the news, a damn snowday.He had hoped to be teaching today and had fully expected too, snow days were so rare he had no reason to expect one. But the news confirmed it, no school due to snow. At least it gave him a chance to work on his curriculum for later in the year, or have coffee with a few of his colleagues... hell he could do both! He slipped on his heaviest coart over his suit, putting a hat on his head and opened the door. He brought his phone up and scrolled through his contacts to see who may be free, Mr. Archer was typically up for anything, and the young Karla Higgis was already seeking others for an outing. She was so full of energy.

Allan chuckled looking at their status's over twitter or facebook, before texting or messaging them for coffee at a new little niche coffee shop he had grown quite accustomed to. Their delicious little mint coffee's were his favorite. The beautiful snow blanketed Toronto heavily as the Proffessor walked along the sidewalk, what traffic there was in gridlock. He carried his briefcase with its laptop and his papers. He whistled jovially along with his music as he walked purusing the various news websites he frequented. Scattered reports of the contained zika and HIV outbreaks were drowned out by celebrity gossip and political news, along with escalating tensions in countries far away. Very little concerned Allan as he entered the coffee shop and was greeted by several of his snow dusted colleagues.

They sat and talked about the status of the school, problem students and bright spots as well as upcoming curriculum. They moved on to more personal matters, gossip about relationships and upcoming performance exams. They spent time talking about curriculums and excersise programs, T.V. shows and politics. Most would consider eachother friends, so topics varied widely. Eventually people started leaving, alone or together until Allan was the last one, laptop out and writing an email to students and parents reminding them a snow day did not mean their homework was not due the next day. He found it made it marginally more likely they'd actually do it if he reminded them and their parents. As he finished he sat back and finished off his coffee.

He looked out the window onto the snow covered streets. They were far more empty than they'd usually be, the snow keeping many people in their homes. Allan hated being alone. It made him feel wrong somehow, like he was less fulfilled... he shook his head. Alot of good that psychology minor did him now. He looked around the caffee, for now it was rather empty and peaceful... and he'd rather not go home yet. So he continued, pulling out the papers pertaining to the years curriculum to get some work done on reworking some of his schedule to make up for the missed day.

Months later Allan would think about his time alone in the caffee, when he had warm clothes and was well fed. He'd look back and say he'd give anything to be back there in that little cafee alone with his work. He'd give anything for things to go back to how they were...

- Closed -

@ChaoticFox Yaaaaayyy I'm in a group! lol

- Closed -

@ChaoticFox sooooo can Allan have been a teacher at her school? Just wondering