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@Rithy my character doesn't function for comic relief or do random things.
I'll wait for more to post about. All I'd post is a sentence about Ben going to the truck, since he's already tried to get the group out the door.
I'll wait for more to post about. All I'd post is a sentence about Ben going to the truck, since he's already tried to get the group out the door.
I don't think I have much to go on. I can get out a paragraph if you guys want
Ben gingerly put his glove back on his hand, not wishing to harm the more delicate machinery in the knuckles. With the glove on, Ben flexed his hand a few times, and satisfied with the results, returned to the living room to watch the footage of the gallery raid. He watched intently, thinking about his movements. Those that had been critical to his survival, and those that had been superfluous or unnecessary and putting him at risk.
Ben looked at the sleeping psyker. Amateur. One fight and asleep. When he turned back to watch the recording, he found the skull was in a vent system. He was a bit disappointed that he couldn't continue watching the fight, and see what else he had done in the fight that he didn't need to.
The skull watched three cultists. Blue and purple robes meant nothing to Ben, and he looked at the weapons. A strange spear he wasn't familiar with. The boy had a pistol. He watched the rest of the interaction with mild interest, until he saw the gold mask. Easy to identify. Woman. Boy. Tall...woman.
The Inquisitor and the Sister entered the room with a pie. A rather homely couple. Ben looked up and watched as the clip ended.
He was then taken by a wave of discomfort, and he dryheaved once loudly. He brought his real hand to his mouth, and steadied himself. It was at this time, the Inquisitor mentioned a brothel burning down, which the sister seemed fine with as long as she could see it.
Ben gathered himself as the Psyker and Sister exchanged pleasantries over pie, the conversation going until the psyker looked sick. Everyone started to ask her about her health, which meant Ben wasn't going to bother her with anymore asking about it.
Instead he listened as Zhevon issued some orders, and the small squad was getting ready to move out again. Ben checked his various weapons and his medical kit to make sure he was ready. Once he was, he retrieved a compact power pack from the box of ammo, and slid it into the gun.
Ben walked back to the group. "Well. Lets get this over with."
Ben looked at the sleeping psyker. Amateur. One fight and asleep. When he turned back to watch the recording, he found the skull was in a vent system. He was a bit disappointed that he couldn't continue watching the fight, and see what else he had done in the fight that he didn't need to.
The skull watched three cultists. Blue and purple robes meant nothing to Ben, and he looked at the weapons. A strange spear he wasn't familiar with. The boy had a pistol. He watched the rest of the interaction with mild interest, until he saw the gold mask. Easy to identify. Woman. Boy. Tall...woman.
The Inquisitor and the Sister entered the room with a pie. A rather homely couple. Ben looked up and watched as the clip ended.
He was then taken by a wave of discomfort, and he dryheaved once loudly. He brought his real hand to his mouth, and steadied himself. It was at this time, the Inquisitor mentioned a brothel burning down, which the sister seemed fine with as long as she could see it.
Ben gathered himself as the Psyker and Sister exchanged pleasantries over pie, the conversation going until the psyker looked sick. Everyone started to ask her about her health, which meant Ben wasn't going to bother her with anymore asking about it.
Instead he listened as Zhevon issued some orders, and the small squad was getting ready to move out again. Ben checked his various weapons and his medical kit to make sure he was ready. Once he was, he retrieved a compact power pack from the box of ammo, and slid it into the gun.
Ben walked back to the group. "Well. Lets get this over with."
okay, I will post tomorrow to catch up. Promise.
@Andromedai i've just been busy being a lazy piece of shit. I'll try to gather the will to not be that tonight
I drank too much soju to post
I shall type a post tonight
Today!: Ben gets a gun! Ben gets social and talks to people! Ben's metal hand isn't working perfect! And more! On days of our lives!
Just kidding, thats about it.
Just kidding, thats about it.
Ben Duren
Plasma Pistol 5 Photohydrogen flasks, 50 shots.
Lasgun 4 "jungle" power packs, 480 shots
Devil's Claw, elbow grease, Infinite ammo
In the car Stukov ended up exploding on the sister of battle. He was tired, he had a long day and was likely injured. Ben understood. When the entire group arrived at the safehouse, he nodded to Alpha, the man who drove them there as a silent thank you.
Ben's first stop was finding a cup and filling it with water. After he had downed it twice, he was in a much better mood, and was feeling a bit less worn out from the short fight. It had been a while since he had ended up in a real fight. After he had gotten water, he went to the medical supplies, and found a bag he could sling over his shoulder like a messenger bag. Ben removed a few less useful items to make room for ammo.
Now ready to carry some items not just in his pockets, Ben happened upon a voss pattern lasgun. He smiled for a moment looking at the weapon. The preferred pattern of the Emperor's finest grunts, the men of Armageddon used them. Ben adjusted the strap and folding the wire stock and slung it over his shoulder. With a real rifle, Ben went to the ammo crate, and dug out several sickle power cells. Once he had them, Ben went to Alpha and asked for some heavy duty duct tape.
After a few minutes of scrounging the apartment, Alpha produced it from a drawer, and made a small quip about how humanity couldn't have conquered the stars without the silver stuff. Ben nodded a polite agreement, and went about making jungle clips, something the Catachan boys Ben had met did for fast reloading. Now ready to fight the galaxy, or at least the next few cultists, Ben sighed in relief.
Ben adjusted the large machete on his back so he could get an easy draw of the weapon, moved the satchel to be resting mostly on his waist, and kept the lasgun to his right shoulder, and played with the strap with his thumb. Time to play the good NCO. Check on the troops after a fight. Ben went to the sister first, and stood over her laying on the couch. "You know he means well, right?" Ben asked her.
Regardless of her response, Ben would shrug. "Just tired and all. Long day. He's rough around the edges. He gave you a nickname already, sis. I Know, its not original. But I think it means he'll like you, in due time." Ben would look around and nod, and give the woman a weak smile. If the woman said anything, he would excuse himself to go check on Stukov. If not, he would excuse himself all the same.
Before Ben made it to the Stukov, the Inquisitor and the Psyker arrived with a new guest and a relic. Ben watched, and politely declined the food. He wasn't hungry. He had never liked eating on missions. He preferred nutrient pastes and gruels. Not for their tastes, but because it made life easier. Spend 1 minute eating. More time to sleep when you weren't on watch.
After the commotion, Ben would make his way to Stukov, intercepting him before he got to the kitchen. "Hey, Rainy parade." He would say with another weak, tired smile. "Can you try and play nice? I know, hard to like everyone. We might need her. She's got a big gun." Ben said appealing to his side that liked being on the winning side of a gunfight. With that Ben left him be, and made his way to the Psyker.
Ben looked at Adrianne, and was feeling much calmer about her right now. "You alright?" He asked. "I've heard the whole... power thing can be tiring." He said, waving his hands around to accent it. Ben looked at her, for a moment looking much older than his 29 years. "Could you just. Try to be a little more careful. Some of us live and die by what we can do with our bare hands." Ben looked at his metal hand when he said this. "Well. Hands." With that, he nodded to her, and left to check himself. Ben segregated himself from the group, and removed his left glove, and opened and closed the metal hand. The knuckles were dented and there was a few exposed wires. It twitched without commands. Benjamin Duren sighed looking at it.
Plasma Pistol 5 Photohydrogen flasks, 50 shots.
Lasgun 4 "jungle" power packs, 480 shots
Devil's Claw, elbow grease, Infinite ammo
In the car Stukov ended up exploding on the sister of battle. He was tired, he had a long day and was likely injured. Ben understood. When the entire group arrived at the safehouse, he nodded to Alpha, the man who drove them there as a silent thank you.
Ben's first stop was finding a cup and filling it with water. After he had downed it twice, he was in a much better mood, and was feeling a bit less worn out from the short fight. It had been a while since he had ended up in a real fight. After he had gotten water, he went to the medical supplies, and found a bag he could sling over his shoulder like a messenger bag. Ben removed a few less useful items to make room for ammo.
Now ready to carry some items not just in his pockets, Ben happened upon a voss pattern lasgun. He smiled for a moment looking at the weapon. The preferred pattern of the Emperor's finest grunts, the men of Armageddon used them. Ben adjusted the strap and folding the wire stock and slung it over his shoulder. With a real rifle, Ben went to the ammo crate, and dug out several sickle power cells. Once he had them, Ben went to Alpha and asked for some heavy duty duct tape.
After a few minutes of scrounging the apartment, Alpha produced it from a drawer, and made a small quip about how humanity couldn't have conquered the stars without the silver stuff. Ben nodded a polite agreement, and went about making jungle clips, something the Catachan boys Ben had met did for fast reloading. Now ready to fight the galaxy, or at least the next few cultists, Ben sighed in relief.
Ben adjusted the large machete on his back so he could get an easy draw of the weapon, moved the satchel to be resting mostly on his waist, and kept the lasgun to his right shoulder, and played with the strap with his thumb. Time to play the good NCO. Check on the troops after a fight. Ben went to the sister first, and stood over her laying on the couch. "You know he means well, right?" Ben asked her.
Regardless of her response, Ben would shrug. "Just tired and all. Long day. He's rough around the edges. He gave you a nickname already, sis. I Know, its not original. But I think it means he'll like you, in due time." Ben would look around and nod, and give the woman a weak smile. If the woman said anything, he would excuse himself to go check on Stukov. If not, he would excuse himself all the same.
Before Ben made it to the Stukov, the Inquisitor and the Psyker arrived with a new guest and a relic. Ben watched, and politely declined the food. He wasn't hungry. He had never liked eating on missions. He preferred nutrient pastes and gruels. Not for their tastes, but because it made life easier. Spend 1 minute eating. More time to sleep when you weren't on watch.
After the commotion, Ben would make his way to Stukov, intercepting him before he got to the kitchen. "Hey, Rainy parade." He would say with another weak, tired smile. "Can you try and play nice? I know, hard to like everyone. We might need her. She's got a big gun." Ben said appealing to his side that liked being on the winning side of a gunfight. With that Ben left him be, and made his way to the Psyker.
Ben looked at Adrianne, and was feeling much calmer about her right now. "You alright?" He asked. "I've heard the whole... power thing can be tiring." He said, waving his hands around to accent it. Ben looked at her, for a moment looking much older than his 29 years. "Could you just. Try to be a little more careful. Some of us live and die by what we can do with our bare hands." Ben looked at his metal hand when he said this. "Well. Hands." With that, he nodded to her, and left to check himself. Ben segregated himself from the group, and removed his left glove, and opened and closed the metal hand. The knuckles were dented and there was a few exposed wires. It twitched without commands. Benjamin Duren sighed looking at it.
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