Resilient Session 17

	ResilientGM	IT IS THE 41ST MILLENNIUM...
	ResilientGM	The supply lines you once fought to secure are busier than you could have imagined them to be. Not only are the Regimental assets coming to the front, but 3rd Division HQ is itself being set up on the city outskirts. The skies are as busy as they have ever been, and the convoys are a nearly endless. At this moment, the Colonel's beloved Basilisks are being positioned in the earthwork pockets prepared for them. The arrival of your sq
	ResilientGM	The arrival of your squad has been the subject of chatter around the camp: how you rescued loyalists willing to fight for the Imperium, how you assassinated enemy commanders, and how you valiantly fought off a horde of enemy troops to secure valuable intelligence.
	ResilientGM	Yet little explains just the amount of resources being dropped into the area. Even for a Division-level base, it seems odd... and even inept to hold so many supplies in one spot.
	ResilientGM	In the coming days, however, chatter picks up again... this time, not centered around your squad: "The Imperial Navy is abandoning the invasion"... "It's a suicide mission, they've given up"... "All those supplies? A parting gift from the Admiral! Hahaha!"
	ResilientGM	Indeed, the reserve companies have been deployed. The Mess Hall is now divided - veterans of the front like yourselves keep your distance from the new arrivals. Even officers new to the front are commonly disrespected, leading to frequent lashings. As it happens, now 4th Division is camped with you... 'Mutant-lovers' they're called. They have brought with them their large, hulking, yet intellectually lacking warriors - the Ogryn spe
	ResilientGM	the Ogryn specialist companies. Recent Intel seems to have persuaded Colonel Schoenfeld to deploy them with his more "Regular" 3rd Division troops. One such gift to your Regiment is to be given to Lieutenant Stannis, who has called you personally to his Command Squad.
	Kass_Yonova	leads the remnants of his squad. It's hardly the same unit it was when Kass first made footfall on this shit-hole. "Emperor above, the hell are they thinking." He mutters to himself as he goes around a small group of milling newcomers.
	Animus	"Hey, at least we seem to work well together." he says casually, discouraged by the continues looks of hatred from the surrounding souldiers
	Kass_Yonova	nervously fiddles with his Narthecium as he continues.
	Kass_Yonova	"Surprising isn't it? I guess battle and bloodshed does that to you."
	Animus	"You know Kass? I appreciate the treatment." he says quietly
	Kass_Yonova	gives the guy a thumbs up.
	ResilientGM	++1st Platoon. Report to Western mustering field.++
	Kass_Yonova	"Hop to, comrades!"
	ResilientGM	Several veterans from the Mess Hall jog to their quarters to retrieve their gear.
        Animus gathers his supplies and whistles while waiting for his comrades
        ResilientGM "Okay, Friedhelm... that's you!" the unfamiliar voice calls from nearby.
	ResilientGM	"Yes, sir," the reply returns. "I'll fetch the muscle."
	ResilientGM	The trooper walks into the large open pen-like holding area for the Ogryns, and looks for his 'partner'.
	Kass_Yonova	starts jogging towards the western field. "C'mon Gill, you run like an old man!"
	Berk	is in his usual spot: the corner. He mills about aimlessly in circles, staring at something only his eyes can see. A river of spittle flows from his mouth, his great meaty fists scratching his bald head.
	ResilientGM	"Berk!" he calls at the abhuman from afar. "Berk!" he now waves. It's probably not a good idea to excite him just before forming up, but he does love to spook the green troopers walking with an agitated Ogryn by his side.
	ResilientGM	Gilliam: "Just quick sip oughta do the trick, corporal..." the medic grabs for a 'flask' strapped across his chest.
	Berk	The ogryn whips around, a tsunami of slobber spraying the area as he comes to face his handler. The ogryn scratches his chin. "BERK!" He cries, heaving forward. He barrels past Friedhelm. "BERK FITE!"
	ResilientGM	Friedhelm: "Yes, Berk! Yes, we go fight!" With a gesture of faux-crushing an object between his hands, "Pop the skulls Berk! The bad, bad man's skull!"
	Berk	Berk roars, his halitosis exhuding from his maw like an invisible miasma. "BERK CRUSH! BERK CRUSH MAN BAD! BERK TURN BAD MAN INNA TOOF PACE!" HIs club-like hands beat his chest, the fat and muscle jiggling to and fro. "BERK DA BESS, BERK DA BESS, BERK DAS BESS! BERK FITE FUH FREN!"
	ResilientGM	+The offensive is projected to cost heavy losses. You are by no means to permit the segment to collapse. It is imperative that they hold the flank until the Cadians stuck inside the city are able to link up with the Prithian advance. Am I understood?+  the Senior Regimental Commissar's voice is low, and determined.
	Silas_Dread	+Understood, sir+
	ResilientGM	+And, Silas..?+
	Silas_Dread	+Yes, sir?+
	ResilientGM	+I am told Division Command has granted the Lieutenant...+ there is the beginnings of a sigh before the transmission is cut. It picks up again just a second later.
	ResilientGM	+An Ogryn.+
	Silas_Dread	takes a sip from his “Emperor’s Finest” Recaff Containment Unit.
	Berk	thunders over to his exasperated handler, scooping the man up in his flabby arms, perching him on his shoulder. "Loogouttie for da bad man, Freddy. Berk fite!"
	Silas_Dread	spits his recaff.
	Silas_Dread	+I'm sorry. Sir, what was that? The micro-bead is acting up.+
	ResilientGM	Friedhelm: "Berk! Berk, no! Friedhelm friend! Friend walk!" he uselessly whips at the flesh of the Ogryn with his rider's baton - memento from his first Regiment of mounted Scouts.
	ResilientGM	+An Ogryn, Silas. That is all. Ave Imperator.+ the brevity of the transmission is almost painful.
	Silas_Dread	says +Ave Imperator.+ and starts walking toward his newly assigned squad.
	Berk	effortlessly scoops the man by the seat of his pants, depositing him on the ground. "Freddy don wanna ride like 'e ride da horsey? Okaaaaay..." The ogryn sulks, like a disappointed child.
	ResilientGM	The men begin to gather on the small field normally used by the troopers to let off steam with games of competitive teamwork.
	ResilientGM	On the far end of the field, the unnerving glare of a servitor eyes the group of Prithians.
	ResilientGM	Behind him, a Crimson-Robed priest works on his gears and cylinders.
	Kass_Yonova	falls in with the rest of the platoon, and by that extension, squad, or what's left of it.
	Animus	"Shall we start a game?" Animus calls to the men gathering up, as he walks towards them and waving.
	ResilientGM	The familiar faces of Fireteam Altmann are already lined up, standing at parade rest.
	ResilientGM	Koeln: "Do you want to get us killed, witch?!"
	Animus	"There's a witch?! Where?"
	Kass_Yonova	knocks Animus up the back of the head. "Don't antagonize them."
	ResilientGM	Just as the eyes of the troopers gathered begin to fix themselves on the oddity that is the Psyker, the walking mountain and his veteran handler burst through one of the closed -and formerly locked- gates.
	Animus	"Violence is never the answer Kass."
	Animus	"Well well, there's our new puppy."
	Kass_Yonova	"The hell is that?"
	Kass_Yonova	"What the feck is that?" He says in a lower tone, more to himself than anyone.
	Animus	"An orgryn."
	ResilientGM	Friedhelm eyes the formation for a moment, and shrugs. "We'll stand here, Berk. Next to the friend troopers. Be good now."
	Kass_Yonova	"That's an Ogryn?" His eyes are incredulous, and somewhat horrified.
	Berk	's eyes light up as he sees all the little 'uns, gathering around to stare at him. He smiles wide, his abominable grin of shuffled yellow teeth baring itself to the world. "FWENS! BERK MEK FREN!" The creature surges forward, and scoops up the hapless Kass Yonovoa. His embrace is bone crushing, and it's supposed to be friendly. "YOO FWEN! ME BERK, YOU?"
	Berk	The ogryn squeezes a little harder, his halitosis almost making it hard to breathe...and see. It's eye-wateringly offensive.
	Kass_Yonova	"Wh-" The crushing embrace takes the words out of his mouth, it's also starting to get harder to breathe.
	ResilientGM	Friedhelm: "Berk! NO!" he approaches at a jog, and pats the giant on the back. "You don't want to be a bad boy, do you?"
	Kass_Yonova	"C-Crushing me, help."
	Berk	immediately releases the man form hsi grasp. "Fredddddy! Why me not 'ave fwen?"
	Animus	"Hey buddy, how you doing?" He says in an excited tone, trying for Berk's attention
	Kass_Yonova	practically collapses to his knees, trying to catch his breath. "Feck."
	ResilientGM	"Because boss man is coming. You be good, or he'll be disappointed."
	ResilientGM	Friedhelm: "Apologies... Corporal. Corporal Friedhelm, happy to make your acquaintance, though... not as happy as my beast, here" he says with a chuckle.
	Berk	nods enthusiastically. "Me geddit. Fwen lata!"
	Silas_Dread	walks up to see his 'unique' squad.
	Berk	The ogryn waves at the pysker, an idiot's grin on his face. Behind his dark beady eyes, there is no spark of intellect or perception.
	Animus	"I'm Animus, I'm a Psyker. Do you know what that is?"
	ResilientGM	"Pla-toon! At-ten-tion!" the Master Sergeant barks, sending the troopers around you into a snap braced stance.
	Kass_Yonova	picks himself up and stands to attention, not getting a chance to dust himself off.
	ResilientGM	The figure of the Commissar appears to inspire an extra detail to the men's postures.
	Silas_Dread	sees the Ogryn slobbing like a canine and in a low tone says [High Gothic] "By the Emperor, this is what he meant."
	Berk	The ogryn lumbers to attenion. He spots that familiar peaked cap, and instantly snaps to attenion, bringing his hand to his face with such force there is a meaty clap. "Berk attenshun, sah! Berk fite, sah!"
	ResilientGM	Not five seconds later, the figure of Colonel Schoenfeld, in full uniform - his immaculate Prithian blues, and muddled black rider's boots, and adorning medals and honors - exits from the bunker's double-doors next to the Tech-priest, followed by the Lieutenant and other aides.
	ResilientGM	"So much for a standard Regiment..." he says under his breath, but loud enough for the Lieutenant to hear. They all stand, observing the troop gathered before them. In his matter-of-factly way, the Colonel nods to the Tech-priest.
	Dominic	bows back
	ResilientGM	"That would be Commissar Dread," the Colonel points to the inspecting figure ahead. "He will be ensuring you and your men are able to accomplish your objectives."
	ResilientGM	"Yes, sir," the Lieutenant acknowledges.
	ResilientGM	"Men!" the Colonel begins.
	ResilientGM	"I am aware of the rumors you have been hearing," he waves over a few aides who hold a large dataslate in front of him.
	Berk	Berk looks like he's about to scream a respone; a violent nudge from Friedhelm keeps his mouth shut.
	ResilientGM	"It is true that the Imperial Navy has begun to abandon its protective position in orbit."
	ResilientGM	Some troopers grunt at this.
	Kass_Yonova	bites the bottom of his lip. Fecking hope not, is the first thought he has.
	ResilientGM	"Most combat-capable vessels have already left. Few escorts remain, while the transports carry out the last orbital deployments they can before..." he sighs.
	ResilientGM	"Before they are forced to mobilize," he reaffirms his point, without any detail.
	Dominic	seems generally indifferent
	Berk	drools and babbles insightfully, A sausage like finger probing his nose for "goodies".
	Animus	"Well, who needed ships with huge guns anyways?"
	ResilientGM	"This means that we must put to use all that we can now. Capture and hold the city, and pursue the Liberation with the tools the Emperor has given us thus-far. And I, for one, have the utmost confidence in the Prithians under my command. Each and every one of you will without a doubt give your lives valiantly for the Emperor..."
	ResilientGM	"... but not before sending to their graves some 20 secessionist scum along the way," he clenches his fist.
	ResilientGM	Friedhelm stands firm. Knowing full-well what this means. And grateful... The Colonel is a veteran of several campaigns. And to fight and die under his command would be a true Prithian warrior's death.
	ResilientGM	Schoenfeld then looks inside his coat pocket, revealing a shiny round chrono. As he snaps it shut, the deafening fire of his basilisks opens up. A clockwork-like series of bangs - unending.
	ResilientGM	The troopers all look to the East - the direction of the sound, providing the Colonel with an opportunity to take his leave to see to the colossal task of organizing the offensive.
	Kass_Yonova	"Here we go again," Kass mutters.
	Berk	"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Berk beams, stamping his feet. "We fite soon?!"
	Animus	starts playing some some flames on his fingers, dancing them back and force, shaping them into wonderful creations
	ResilientGM	Munitorum staff then enter the field, with the Quarter Master's representative. "Goodie time, Berk," Friedhelm says to his abhuman beast.
	Berk	, positively ebuillent, holds out his hands for his goodies.
	Silas_Dread	gives his acquisition list to the Quarter Master.
	Silas_Dread	gets his ration request and 20 winter coats instead of ammunition.
	ResilientGM	Friedhelm signs off on a parchment, and drags along a large rectangular box, with a big smile on his face.
	Berk	"Fuh..for me?" Berk says, pointing at himself.
	ResilientGM	"Berk! Look what Freddy got you!"
	Berk	"FWEDDDDDY!" Berk tears the box out of his handler's hands, tearing the boxing apart until it's just scraps.
	Animus	is give his ration and (Space Harmonica) but is laughed at at the mention of the force staff
	Silas_Dread	angrily returns the 19 of the 20 winter coats.
	Kass_Yonova	Despite his best efforts, and arguing with one of the assigned quartermasters, Kass is only able to put in an order for rations and an upgrade for what is soon to be his newly assigned Plasma Gun.
	ResilientGM	"These are for you, cog-boy," the Quarter Master plants a box at his feet.
	Silas_Dread	waits outside for the rest of his squad to finish dealing with the incompetence of the Quarter Master.
	Dominic	thanks the man. And picks up the box
	Berk	sifts through the wreckage of the ration box, digging out a familiar sight from the pile of extra rations. It's his "faywit" beatin' stick. The look on his face is almost child like in its delight
	ResilientGM	Troopers all around you check out their gear. There are smiles all around, though the more veteran among you are solemn. "Gift days" like this are invariably followed by meat-grinder missions.
	Silas_Dread	takes a sip from his R.C.U. to calm his nerves.
	Dominic	poors a fluid down a seemingly useless tube.
	Silas_Dread	[High Gothic] "A Pskyer, a Giant, a medic with a gun... this is the beginning of a terrible joke.".
	Animus	"I'd like to hear that joke."
	Kass_Yonova	"Hooo boy, it must be bad if they're assigning me a Plasma Gun. Emperor preserve me."
	Silas_Dread	rubs his temple.
	Silas_Dread	"Private Koeln?"
	Animus	"Kass, you should give me a chance to take a shot, Literally." he says smiling
	Berk	"Oven gun!" Berk says matter-of-factly, lending his own take on the plasma gun situation.
	ResilientGM	Koeln: "Sir!"
	Silas_Dread	"Disciplinary actions, now."
	ResilientGM	Friedhelm: "Yes, Berk. Oven gun. Big blue blam!"
	Kass_Yonova	"Hopefully it will cook them and not me."
	ResilientGM	Koeln: "Sir?"
	Animus	raises an eyebrow, wondering how this is going to turn out
	Silas_Dread	"...I don't know who to be more disappointed in."
	ResilientGM	"Sir Commissar, with respect..." Koeln begins,
	ResilientGM	"...I am not a disciplinary officer of any kind, sir."
	ResilientGM	"Prepare to move out!"
	ResilientGM	+Comms check+
	ResilientGM	+Check+ come in the replies.
	Silas_Dread	"I'll deal with both later."
	Animus	"Spooky."
	ResilientGM	Under the cover of the roaring Basilisk fire, you mobilize en-masse to a trench line where a temporary vehicle depot is host to Prithian armor ready to roll into the city.
	Kass_Yonova	+Seems to be working.+
	ResilientGM	 Along the way, the Lt is able to tell you that you are expected to assist the armor in their slow advance into the urban landscape. He also confides that the intel you turned in during your last mission is providing important details on past enemy patrols and deployments.
	Silas_Dread	+Dread, checking in+
	Animus	asks the Lt privately about any new orders on the event of the "Pyromancer" making an appearance. And also asking after the well-being of his master
	ResilientGM	"Lumis. He recommended you personally to remain with the squad. I couldn't exactly refuse..."
	ResilientGM	He hold up his hand, and presses his commbead into his hear for a moment. His eyes widen.
	ResilientGM	+Spread out. Approach the treeline.+
	ResilientGM	He moves towards the wooded area on your left, some 60 meters from the road.
	Kass_Yonova	makes sure the straps helping him hold and brace his newly acquired plasma gun are in place, he then advances with the rest of the squad. "Shit this thing is heavy."
	ResilientGM	Koeln has been... tense, lately. Ever since your last engagement. And now? Now, he takes the appearance of a rodent in an open field scattering for the nearest cover he can find. He sprints even ahead the Lieutenant.
	ResilientGM	+Trooper. Remain in the spread.+
	Berk	Berk watches the man charge forward, blubbering in confusion. "Weh charge now, Freddy? Wer baddies?"
	ResilientGM	Friedhelm: "Quick, Berk. The bad man is in the woods. Pop the bad man's skull!"
	Animus	walks in the spread, listening intently for any foreign noise."
	ResilientGM	Just then, a thick snap of las fire strikes the excitable trooper in front.
	ResilientGM	+Atop! Sniper fire!+
	ResilientGM	Koeln drops onto the mud.
	ResilientGM	+Supressive fire! Medic, get in there. Into the treeline!+
	Animus	"Shit!" He says, running to the poor kid, and creates a bubble
	Dominic	readys his axe
	Kass_Yonova	starts to leg it to the psyker's handler. "Goddammit, kid!"
	Berk	Berk pauses, watching the lance of light cut down the man out in front. He blinks. "...He 'urt fwen. 'E 'URT FWEN!!! 'E 'URT FWEN! FWEN DED! FWEEEN! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH" The beast starts to stamp his feet, his incoherent screaming drenching the surrounding area in drool and insensate rage. He beats his chest, grabbing his beatin' pipe, slamming the club across the ground like he's some caveman doing a territorial display.
	Silas_Dread	tries to inspire the men to charge to the treeline, but with no effect.
	ResilientGM	Friedhelm grabs a hold of one of the straps on the Ogryn's back, and braces his feet against the giant's belt. "Go Berk! Protect friend!"
	ResilientGM	"Crush Berk! Crush bad man in trees!" he excites the abhuman, laspistol in hand.
	ResilientGM	To the misfortune of the sniper, his attempt to stop the giant is completely ineffective. Worst, Friedhelm has spotted him.
	Berk	"CRAWWWSSSSH!" He roars. "YOU NO 'URT BERK FWEN!"  The shot that bounces right off him only seems to make him more angry. Like a stampeding grox, he rushes forward.
	ResilientGM	"Right, Berk! Right!", the handler fires his laspistol in the direction of the sniper fire. More as a guide for the Ogryn than an attempt to kill the coward on the tree.
	Dominic	heads up the right flank of the regiment
	ResilientGM	The combat servitor reads picks up on the danger, and instantly gets into a combat stance, in front of the tech priest. It scans for enemy forces as it moves.
	Berk	Trying to control Berk is like wrangling an out of control freight train. The massive creature careens through the terrain, his dullard mind focusing all of its meagre energy on one thing: getting to the man who shot his new friend.
	Kass_Yonova	skids to a halt near Koeln, he gets on his knees and assesses the damage of the young trooper. "Lower abdomen shot, though looks like the armor took the brunt of it." He lets the plasma gun rest on the ground as he goes to work on cleaning and bandaging the lasburn. He hits the kid with some painkillers and stimm to get him back on his feet.
	Silas_Dread	starts yelling quotes in High Gothic and says "We fight for the Emperor, we can not die!"
	ResilientGM	Koeln looks dazed and confused, but gets back on his feet, fearing to be left behind the formation.
	ResilientGM	The platoon roars as they charge into the trees, inspired by their leaders, and their faith in the Emperor.
	ResilientGM	The Psyker hones his powers, detecting the presence of the enemy sniper. Focusing on his target, the tree bark appears to implode, with splinters going every which way. With a second pulse of psychic energy, the top half is severed and launched back, clashing and bouncing on the trees behind it. The secessionist, having tied himself to his 'nest' has no escape from this violent event, his arm breaking in one of the impacts. Finally, despite his best efforts to cut himself loose, the injury to his arm proves too painful, and he drops his knife.
	Silas_Dread	continues sprinting towards the forest while encouraging the man to continue forward.
	Kass_Yonova	As Kass picks himself up to run towards the treeline he sees something past the trees of the forest, some sort of two-wheeled vehicle? "El-Tee, I see a two-wheeled vehicle beyond the tree line some 30 meters back."
	Berk	Thud thud thud thud. Berk continues to thunder forward, his feet tearing up the ground underneath him. He swings his club above his head, a war whoop on his lips!
	ResilientGM	The Lieutenant pushes his men forward, with the Commissar on his side. The troops enter the treeline, and run towards the downed sniper. +Careful! Maintain a spread, and scout ahead!+
	ResilientGM	At that, four troopers break off deeper into the woods.
	ResilientGM	The sniper begins to panic, and begins to kick and pull at the restraints around him.
	Silas_Dread	moves up to his trees and takes cover.
	Silas_Dread	+Take cover immediately.+
	Kass_Yonova	continues to move into the treeline, keeping his eyes open for any other secessionist scum that might lurk in the woods. He gets into cover behind a tree as he moves.
	Berk	finally finds his target. The poor sniper, caught in the tree, is too easy of a target for the massive rampaging Ogryn. Berk lifts his club high over his head and brings it down on the hapless heretic. It hits with godlike force, turning the poor man into a pile of blood and broken bones.
	ResilientGM	+Stand clear of the road. We have a counter-offensive coming in to flank. Orders are to screen for infantry in the woods, and await for the rendezvous with the armor.+
	ResilientGM	For those of you near him, you see the Lieutenant discuss with the Vox operator while relaying the orders through his own commbead.
	Kass_Yonova	continues to move up, tree to tree. The forest reminds him of home, though not of when he used to play tree-hop with his friends as a young kid.
	ResilientGM	Friedhelm pats his comrade on the back. "Yes, good Berk! Berk smash the bad man!"
	Berk	continues to abuse the man, drenching himself in the bad man's blood. Spittle flying everywhere, he continues until the sniper is just a red smear on the ground.
	Berk	His frustration spent, Berk yawps with triumph. "ME DID IT! NOW YOU KNOW: NO 'URT FWEN!"
	ResilientGM	As you regroup, you can all hear a stream. Some hundred meters ahead of you, you see the water, and see - and smell - several pockets of smoke.
	Berk	points at the stream. "Wah wah!"
	ResilientGM	Gilliam: "You ever go hunting back home, Yonova?" he asks in a hushed voice.
	Animus	"Bonfire!"
	ResilientGM	+Silence!+ the Lieutenant barks.
	Kass_Yonova	"Not where I lived no. Poaching was considered a crime in my neck of the woods." He whispers back.
	Animus	"No fun."
	ResilientGM	"Sshhh.... Berk quiet like a cat. We surprise the bad man across the stream," Friedhelm tries to soothe the beastly abhuman.
	Berk	nods. "Kwit like kitty." He drops to the floor, and only starts to move around by rolling, just like how his drill sergeant taught. He rolls over to Animus.
	Berk	"You tree master? Can move wah wah, yes?"
	Animus	"Only if you help me lift it."
	ResilientGM	+Fires are still on. No one there.+ the scouts report.
	ResilientGM	+Abandoned camp+
	Animus	+Non warpy, I repeat non Warpy+
	Silas_Dread	+Meaning?+
	Animus	+Non.....Warpy.+
	Animus	+Non...................................Warpy......+ he says even slower
	Animus	+Non.+ he takes a long pause +Warpy?+
	ResilientGM	Koeln: "Smooth..."
	Kass_Yonova	+Animus, keep off the comms.+
	Animus	+Landlubbers.+
	Silas_Dread	[High Gothic] "...Idiots."
	ResilientGM	Gilliam: "Administering tranq could do him well..."
	Kass_Yonova	"Why do you ask Gill? Woods making you feel nostalgic?"
	ResilientGM	The stream is not very deep, from the deformation in the water by the rocks beneath.
	ResilientGM	At the edge of the stream, the scouts await the formation.
	ResilientGM	Friedhelm: "Berk," he climbs on the giant again, "splash! Splash to the other side!"
	ResilientGM	Those with more... proportionate brothers-in-arms instead find their footing on the stones to make their way across.
	Animus	levitates himself across
	Animus	"Plebs."
	Kass_Yonova	follows the rest of the formation across, waiting for Gilliam's answer all the while.
	ResilientGM	Koeln: "Commissar, where do we draw the line on heresy?" he asks, annoyed by the Psyker's display.
	Silas_Dread	crosses the river while holding both his sling bag and backpack above water.
	Berk	"SPLASH!" He affirms. Like a child, he jumps into the water feet first, displacing an enormous amount of the liquid. He then trudges across the body with clumsy determination.
	Silas_Dread	"As long as he is attacking the enemy and serving the Emperor, it is all that matters... for now."
	Berk	passes by the Commisar; he takes the man with one of his arms, and plops him right on his shoulder.
	Berk	"Commy sar wanna ride?"
	Silas_Dread	"Thank you, Private...Giant?"
	ResilientGM_	Gilliam finishes taking a gulp from his favorite beverage, "I'll admit being in the woods again is much more to my liking than that urban hellhole we barely made it out of."
	Berk	"BERK!" He spits, a green ball of mucous rocketing out from between his teeth.
	Silas_Dread	"Private Berk. You serve the Emperor well."
	ResilientGM_	The camp was abandoned in a haste, but not recently enough to point to your skirmish as the impetus. By the state of the overcooked rodent on the makeshift skillet, you figure it was abandoned some 20 minutes ago.
	Kass_Yonova	"Too true, can't believe how much I miss home...and my ma's cooking."
	Berk	"Pappy Emproar wuv Berk!" The Ogryn pumps his fist in the air, some of the enemy sniper's blood splattering off as he does the motion. "Berk serf Emproar, Emproar gib Berk hug!"
	ResilientGM_	Some gear still remains, including las mags left near the fire.
	Dominic	walks into the river seeming un moved by the currents
	Silas_Dread	"Indeed, Private."
	Berk	finally crosses the river, depositing his charges on the ground. He then waddles into the abandoned camp.
	Animus	"They never have anything for me." he says glumly
	Silas_Dread	hops down from Beck's shoulders.
	Kass_Yonova	"Looks like they beat a hasty retreat. Scared off by our little skirmish?"
	Animus	"If that can even be called a skirmish."
	Silas_Dread	"It might have been called back to regroup into a large formation."
	ResilientGM_	"Search for anything useful. Corporal Friedhelm... use your beast to dismantle the rest."
	ResilientGM_	Friedhelm: "Hear that, Berk? We get to smash the camp apart!"
	Animus	takes a seat, winded from his psychic attacks
	Kass_Yonova	walks around the camp giving a quick search. Almost by accident, while looking around, he steps on an unloaded laspistol. "Hey, trophy from the enemy." He picks it up by the barrel and dusts it off before throwing it in his pack.
	Animus	+Got some dog takes here.+ he says after looking around +Oh, and Kass buddy, found you some more medical equipment.+
	Berk	lays about the camp with his club, smashing pup tents, outhouses, firepits, and just about anything else he can with reckless abandon. A trail of slobber and laughter is left in his wake, as is rubble and torn fabric.
	Silas_Dread	+Excellent work, Pskyer.+
	ResilientGM_	The tags are reused PDF tags. Some two-dozen with names of the fallen separatists.
	Animus	+Animus.+
	Dominic	collects gears and cogs
	Kass_Yonova	+Bring it to me when you get the chance, I'll see what I can salvage.+
	Animus	walks it over to him, kneeling and presenting it over his head
	Animus	"My liege."
	Kass_Yonova	"Theatric aren't you?" He takes it from the man and has a seat and he sifts through the kit. Kass frowns a bit as he looks through. "Whoever was using this was really messy. Ugh." He produces a dirtied scalpel. "This person had no sense of sanitation. Thankfully the rest is still in good condition."
	Dominic	walks back to the bike he saw earlier to see if he can fix it
	Silas_Dread	takes out his R.C.U. and pours himself the cold recaff from his canteen.
	Silas_Dread	takes a drink and sighs.
	ResilientGM_	Gilliam: "Now that we've been stranded by the wise men of High Command, I'll bet this is the last of any medicae supplies we'll be receiving..."
	Silas_Dread	approaches Gilliam.
	ResilientGM_	Gilliam lazily raises his view up to the Commissar.
	Silas_Dread	"We do not question our Superiors nor their intentions. Our purpose is to serve."
	Kass_Yonova	rests his hands on the plasma gun, letting the coil warm them as he stands in a relaxed stance.
	Dominic	fumbles a bit with the gears and after a bit of frustrating minutes he realizes that its not sanctioned and starts perform his sacred rituals
	ResilientGM_	"Am I wrong to see that we will be serving with no more equipment than that which we carry?"
	Silas_Dread	angrily says "It is sufficient equipment to complete to the task at hand. Do not question our Lords again."
	ResilientGM_	Memories of his not-so-distant brushes with authority come rushing into Gilliam's mind. Two downfalls: the first placing him in the front lines, in the awful position he is in now... a second one would carry consequences he'd rather not come to find out.
	ResilientGM_	"Of course, Commissar Dread."
	Silas_Dread	"Indeed."