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Wait, does this mean the IC is open now?
"Still, I doubt they will be able to support us in time if we encounter anything. Emperor willing, we'll see this incident over quickly." Mortem said, glancing at citizens as they passed them. Any citizens they came across immediately bowed in Mortem's presence, no doubt a reflex built over generations of subservience to this planet's chapter. Sort of as a preparatory action, Mortem cocked the bolt back on his bolter, and drew his crozius arcanum. A distinctive style, developed over centuries of faithful service; Bolter in one hand, crozius in the other.
Alright, can you send me the two unapproved sheets through PM, NotDead? I'm going to compile a list of all the current PCs. Or if somebody already has that down, that'd be appreciated.
Just to clarify, I opted to be in the detention facility.
Very well, I'll edit that in. It's not like Herriman can't reform it anyways.
What makes you say that? You're trying to claw your way through two layers of protection, the first of which would have already severely hampered your attack.
Sorry I haven't been here lately, I just kind of stopped monitoring this thread as I waited for Dral to post. What do you need, NotDead?
Hargjron looked at Lysander's hand for a few moments, and then at Drevayne, before smiling. He took the young thief's hand up, and vigorously shook it. "Hargjorn Thrice-Battered, your captain for your journey to Cyrodiil."
He looked over to the Redguard and the Orc. "Tell the boys to get ready, we depart in the morning." Hargjorn said to them, and the both of them stood up, the Redguard guzzling down the rest of his ale as they set out. Hargjorn himself stood up, stretching his arms.
"We're going to be taking some cargo on, so we're going to be making a stop at the exports warehous on the way to the ship. Any objections?"
He looked over to the Redguard and the Orc. "Tell the boys to get ready, we depart in the morning." Hargjorn said to them, and the both of them stood up, the Redguard guzzling down the rest of his ale as they set out. Hargjorn himself stood up, stretching his arms.
"We're going to be taking some cargo on, so we're going to be making a stop at the exports warehous on the way to the ship. Any objections?"
Shor'Gen lifted his head, listening to the announcement. "Terra, help me secure the medbay. We cannot leave this place open for boarders, let alone with two wounded inside." He said, crawling past the golem and into the examination room, where he started to initiate the medbay's lockdown procedures. Opening a small panel, he flipped a couple of switches, and insrted his key card.
The lights on the door went from green to red as they sealed, and a loud clunk rang out as the deadbolts dropped down. Turning to Terra, he placed his primary pincers together, almost as if he was pleading with her. "Please, stay with the patients and the nurse, make sure nobody gets inside until I return." He said, before leaping up and through a roof vent.
He crawled through the ship's various shafts and vents until he found some boarders, firing around a corner towards Gunnos and some security personnel. Suddenly, the fire suppression systems kicked on, and Shor'Gen saw his chance. Bursting from a roof vent above one of the boarders, he came swooping down. He landed on the poor bastard, who only had time to look before Shor'Gen's pincers came down and made mincemeat of him. His friend started firing at Shor'Gen, who held his primary pincers in front of him to absorb some of the bullets before pouncing, pinning the silver-armored alien to the ground by her shoulders.
Uselessly, the boarder kicked and screamed, before Shor'Gens abdominal pincers came down and cleaned her abdomen out. Coming around the corner, covered in both his and the blood of the enemy, Shor'Gen spoke up to Gunnos. "Are there any wounded among you?"
The lights on the door went from green to red as they sealed, and a loud clunk rang out as the deadbolts dropped down. Turning to Terra, he placed his primary pincers together, almost as if he was pleading with her. "Please, stay with the patients and the nurse, make sure nobody gets inside until I return." He said, before leaping up and through a roof vent.
He crawled through the ship's various shafts and vents until he found some boarders, firing around a corner towards Gunnos and some security personnel. Suddenly, the fire suppression systems kicked on, and Shor'Gen saw his chance. Bursting from a roof vent above one of the boarders, he came swooping down. He landed on the poor bastard, who only had time to look before Shor'Gen's pincers came down and made mincemeat of him. His friend started firing at Shor'Gen, who held his primary pincers in front of him to absorb some of the bullets before pouncing, pinning the silver-armored alien to the ground by her shoulders.
Uselessly, the boarder kicked and screamed, before Shor'Gens abdominal pincers came down and cleaned her abdomen out. Coming around the corner, covered in both his and the blood of the enemy, Shor'Gen spoke up to Gunnos. "Are there any wounded among you?"
Hargjorn nearly choked on his ale.
"Ten percent? boy, you're lucky I'm in a good mood today. I got a ship to maintain, twenty four mouths to feed, men to pay. I ain't getting by on ten percent. Besides, I ain't going to hire out to just one adventurer. You want someone to take you up to Cyrodiil all by your lonesome, find a ferryman."
Hargjorn took another swig as he narrowed his eyes at the young boy.
"Ten percent? boy, you're lucky I'm in a good mood today. I got a ship to maintain, twenty four mouths to feed, men to pay. I ain't getting by on ten percent. Besides, I ain't going to hire out to just one adventurer. You want someone to take you up to Cyrodiil all by your lonesome, find a ferryman."
Hargjorn took another swig as he narrowed his eyes at the young boy.
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