The Wages of Sin: Action

[Alexei Vor Yaruk]

( This is the action thread for The Wages of Sin RP, to see the sign up thread click HERE . This thread is for playing the game. Only I as GM make any occ posts in here and that is only to workout problems with other posts. Let the games begin. )

Lucille Kisko Of house Dairaun looked out over the motly crew she had colected for the journy downhive. Crash: the driver, Grizlok: the mechanic, Gerard: Arbitrator, Will Holt: Medic, Benjimen Pulstra: PDF soldere, and of course herself: Portal bane.

They were not the only group entering the area below the wall today but she fellt confident that they would be the one to reach the rift and close it.

[Gandhi]

Gerard hefted his shotgun and looked around. He didn't know why he even signed up for this, and the group made him nervous. He didn't trust anybody in this madness, but his shotgun calmed him slightly. Many gangers had been stopped by it and he was sure that it could handle any uprising within the group if need be.

He spotted a man wearing the local PDF uniform and walked over to him,

"Hey, good to see another soldier in this group. What's your name?"

[Edicius]

Crash sat on the roof of his kar, smoke streaming from the vehicle's open hood. His face was covered in soot,all except for a pale ring around his eyes where his goggles had been. A large wrench was sitting across his lap. He had been working on trying to get the car running for a while, but once other people had started arriving he abandoned this pursuit and now just sat on the kar watching them. When they all met thir first instinct had been to shoot eachother, but the rich woman talked them out of it,and convinced them that they should work together if they wanted to survive. Crash thought this was a good idea,and decided not to hoot anybody. since then however they had been pretty much just sitting around,trying to figure out what to do next. Crash couldn't help eying the Arbite and the PDF man whenever they came close. Years of live in the gang had made him untrusting of authorities.

[Alexei Vor Yaruk]

"All right everyone listen for a second, You all know that we are going down into the depths soon to stop the rift and save the city. We will need to work together and cover each other down there." she gestured to the 3 mechanicus priests standing behind her. "These three members of the priest hood of mars will look over everyones gear and make sure its in top form before we leave. Our second transport should arrive any second so lets get ready to go. Remember, We fight united in the Emperors name."

She stood and waited in a few moments a Chimera APC arrived and she climbed in. Mean while the mechanicus adepts began to examine everyones gear. When they got to the car they made much fuss over reconsecrateing its systems, but when they were done it ran better than new.

Grizlok too caused some consternation they stood around him humming slightly for half a minute and blocked all his attempts to move. At length the leader pulled a small package from his robes and handed it to Grizlok. It was rust red plastic with the black gear and white skull that was the symbol of local lay adepts of the machine cult. With that they finished their work and departed.

[Forger of Civilization]

When Benjimen volenteered for this mission, he had assumed that he would be apart of a unit of other Guard, not this rabble of gangers and lawbreakers. When arrived he saw a ganger, obvious from the drab gear, atempting to please the machine spirits in his car. He also saw the Arbite and walked over towards him. He could that this man was only slightly of lessor build than himself and could probably handle himself in a barfight, however, Ben doubted his ability to hold in a real fight. All this he kept to himself as the Arbite was the only one he could trust for sure not to stab him in the back.

[KungFuSucka]

This was HIS baby, and it would stay his baby until he it died or he found one better. Josiah loved the Chimera APC: he'd just gotten it from the base motor pool about a month ago and it hadn't let him down yet. He loved the way they built them: tough, dependable, well, armed, and, mechanically, indestructable. The Adeptus acolytes in the motorpool knew their stuff when it came to keeping these puppies in shape as he kissed the small stainless steel cross hanging around his neck.
Josiah liked the layout of his most recent ride. A Mars-pattern heavy bolter in the turret and one in the hull off to his left. Extra armor plates had been added in a hurry by the motorpool to insure it's survival and a bulldozer blade that had been taken from a piece of construction equipment that had been lost in the field to enemy anti-tank fire (that's what the official report was at least). Yep, all together a great vehicle.
Rumbling to the location he'd gotten the signal from, Josiah could see several people standing around, apparently waiting for him. When he got closer, he saw the most ragged bunch of mothers he'd seen in a long while: an Arbites officer, one of those rich kid Spyrers, some gangers, and an Imperial Guardsman (much like himself). Well, it was good enough to man the guns and fill out the troop compartment. Not too bad for some people just thrown together for an on-the-fly mission (one he hoped they would accomplish).
Pulling up to the only obvious officer in the group, he lowered the loading ramp and watched as they piled in.

[Forger of Civilization]

Ben mounted the Chimera, like he had done countless other times before. He sat down towards the driver's end, placing his Heavy stubber stock down between his legs. He knew from past experiance this was the best way to carry your gun. He turned to hte driver asking the usual question.

"Know how to get there?"

[Gandhi]

Gerard followed the PDF soldier into the Chimera and sat beside him. The soldier may not have answered his question yet, but Gerard still felt safer with the soldier then a bunch of gangers. He feared that the varying backgrounds may cause tension later in the mission as neither side would be willing to follow orders of the other. He checked his shotgun before resting it on the ground. Those tech priests had fixed it up nicely, greaed the pump and even fixed the safety switch which hadn't worked in ages. He was quite pleased that all the groups equipment was taken care of, it was a luxury that not many other groups would have given out...hell even the Arbites didn't look after their equipment this good.

He looked over at the soldier and this time tried a different aproach at a conversation;
"I don't know about you, but if these damn gangers act up I'm opening fire, are you with me if things hit the fan?"
He kept his voice low so none of the others could hear.

[Forger of Civilization]

The Arbite sat down next to Ben, of course bringing up the fact of class divisions. But sense it seemed like this guy was a bit uneasy at working next to all these he worked so hard against, ben decided to do something he had learned in all his years as a commander.

"If you do your job and adhere to the agreement, then they're won't be enough time for them to stab your back." Said Ben, putting the best stone face on he could. Although he wished he could have convinced himself of this.

[Edicius]

Crash practicly fell off the roof of the vehicle when the mechanicus adepts started rummaging aroun under it's hood,"Hey what're you doing over there?!" None of the monks bothered to answer him, but after a few short moments one of them stodd up again,closing the machine's hood and wiping grease and oil off on it's already stained robes. " Your machine's spirit has been calmed my freind, no need to thank us, we are merely doing the Omnissiah's work." The adept beamed at Crash, but he only eyed the monk suspiciously. Slipping from the Battle Kar's roof he slid inside and cranked the engine, which sputtered to life with a mighty roar. The adepts smiled knowingly at the suprised look on Crash's face. "Not bad boys!" The overccharged engines roared a few more times, and the tech adepts moved off to the Chimera that had clammored out of. Crash called out over the roar of his engine, leaning out of the window and banging his hand twice against the side of the old metal door," Alright then let's get this party started!" A small burst of flames erupted from the twin tailpipes at the vehicle's rear, and Crash smiled with a more then slightly demented look on his face.