Adventures of The House Guard 1

	RosenkrantzGM	IT IS THE 41ST MILLENNIUM...
	RosenkrantzGM	It has been well over a week since you arrived in the system. As usual, there isn't much that you nor the voidsmen have been told about your location nor the reason you're there. But, as usual, such matters are for you Masters to contemplate and decide on. You have adjusted well enough to your new quarters in the Consequence's Barracks. There are no unnecessary comforts, and everything is
	RosenkrantzGM	notably more cramped, but she is a fine warship. Many of you have served on many a vessel in your lifetime before setting foot on the Aurorae, and while the Dynastic Flagship is by far the most impressive vessel you've ever traveled in, you can place the Consequence high on the list. It's clear the Dynasty spared no expense in its restoration.
	RosenkrantzGM	The Lord-Protector characteristically resumed his drills just a day after returning to realspace, and so your exercises have carried on like clockwork since your arrival. A company of 100 or so of you have just come back from your exercises, and everywhere around you are members of the House Guard tending to gear, relieving themselves from it, or finding a place to sit and nod off until chow is sounded off.
	Karl_Silverfinger	casually reads his novel "Passions of Battle 10: Deep inside a Titan" using his 'silver' pinkie to help him focus on each word.
	RosenkrantzGM	"20 Dawns says the Captain will send Rolland down on any excuse to leave his loud-mouth stranded for the good of us all!"
	RosenkrantzGM	Men around you burst into laughter. Even the young Guard laughs at the joke being told at his expense.
	Karl_Silverfinger	looks up from his book to see the commotion. His eyes slip back into his book and Karl forgot what part he was reading.
	RosenkrantzGM	"40 says you'll be right there along side him, Landon," another says, entering the barracks.
	Joe_Biggs	finishes toweling off before standing behind the joking Guard. "100 Dawns says the next man to berate our betters I'm gonna strangle with my bare-hands." He booms out with his training-voice.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Was just a joke, Sarge. Meant no harm..." Landon says apologetically.
	RosenkrantzGM	Men around him snicker at the sudden display of submisison.
	Karl_Silverfinger	softly says "Feck This." He puts away his book. Karl can't focus with this much noise.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Speak of loudmouths... Lil' Joe! Over here!"
	Joe_Biggs	"Jokes are fine, trooper, just don't get too uppity." He slaps the man on his back before moving off to deposit his towel in a dirty-launder bin.
	Emil	continues to lay back and relax on the bench he has been laying on, even through all the commotion.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Little Joe" Larkin walks in, with that look of half-guilt and half-pleasure that he has when he's itching to tell a tale.
	Joe_Biggs	walks a wide circle around the area his squad is in before returning, parchment in hand.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Those are them, I just know it..." Little Joe whispers to a man beside him.
	Joe_Biggs	"That everybody? I swear if one of you is hiding in the showers to play grab-ass with the female troopers again..." he lets that trail off as he looks over his squad.
	RosenkrantzGM	The men all laugh, exchanging glances.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Aye, Sarge. That's all of us."
	Joe_Biggs	opens the parchment and gives it a glance over once. He stops and reads if over carefully before looking up at his men. "Order just came down ladies."
	RosenkrantzGM	"Yes!" Little Joe bursts with excitement.
	Joe_Biggs	"Looks like you'll get your wish to fly Lil' Joe, the next big hit, we're getting dropped in, on those new shiny pods they got lined up in the bombardment bay."
	RosenkrantzGM	You notice a few Dawns being exchanged in the back.
	Emil	get up from where he was laying and joins up with the rest of the group
	RosenkrantzGM	"See? I told you! They've been fitting them with those strange cucoons for a reason, I said. Hah!"
	Karl_Silverfinger	stops leaning on the wall and moves in closer.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Sergeant Biggs, with respect..." pipes up Thamer, "are you suggesting we'll be fired out of cannons off the side of the ship and into a planet?"
	Joe_Biggs	"Our main objective will be destroying any AA or AAA the enemy has. Second, business as usual, kick 'em in the ass, keep your eyes peeled for enemy supply caches, logistics data, the works boys and girls. We may even get to have some dirty talk with the big guns for support."
	Emil	"So who are we fighting boss?"
	Joe_Biggs	"Shaddup Thamer! Let your daddy finish speaking before you go asking questions. And Third report on any intel of the enemies chain of command, you know the drill of that, bag and tag, or more than likely kill. And if we can, rendevous with the locals and show 'em how to kick some real ass."
	RosenkrantzGM	"So we're ammunition. What could possibly go wrong? Might I ask why they" he points up several decks in the direction of the bridge, "don't just bring us down on lighters or cutters?"
	Joe_Biggs	"Now, yes we're being shot out of the ship, just like you were shot out of your daddy when you were a twinkle in his eye. We'll be fighting mutants, boys. A horde apparently. Same as the louts in those creepy holds on our home here, though there's more of 'em. "
	Joe_Biggs	"Thamer, use your head, or whatever you have for a sorry excuse for it. Why would our main objective be to destroy enemy AA?"
	RosenkrantzGM	"I head we have a Rosenkrantz flyboy gracing us all with his presence. Boy must be good if he's related to the big boss."
	RosenkrantzGM	A few men nods their head earnestly.
	RosenkrantzGM	heard*
	RosenkrantzGM	"Now, sarge..." says Lil' Joe.
	RosenkrantzGM	"A deployment..." his eyes begin to brighten up.
	Joe_Biggs	"Unrelated, trooper. The enemy must have a dense enough screen of flak that insertion through conventional means is suicide. SUICIDE TROOPER! Unless you want to volunteer to throw your scraggedy ass out in the Ionosphere and greet 'em yourself"
	Joe_Biggs	"I'd suggest you prepare to make yourself comfortable in our new little metal boxes."
	Joe_Biggs	"That's right, Lil' Joe, we're finally getting some ass to kick. Been too long, eh boys?"
	RosenkrantzGM	"Orders is orders..." Thamer shrugs off his concerns.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Does that mean we get new toys, sarge?"
	Karl_Silverfinger	"New toys?"
	Joe_Biggs	"They've deigned to give us some yes, you'll find out what when I go to get it before deployment."
	RosenkrantzGM	Lil' Joe practically bursts with excitement, like a child who has been told he can open his name-day presents.
	RosenkrantzGM	Suddenly, every man in the room stands to attention.
	Joe_Biggs	turns around and stands to attention as well.
	RosenkrantzGM	You see Lt. Downfield enter, accompanied by an aide, and two armsmen.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Sergeant Biggs," she greets you professionally.
	Joe_Biggs	salutes the officer. "Leftenant! What brings you down here, ma'am?"
	RosenkrantzGM	"We need volunteers to test the arrangements put in place by the techpriests. Ten men will suffice."
	Joe_Biggs	"At once." He picks out several men, including himself, Lil' Joe, Thamer, Karl, and Emil.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Follow us, Sergeant."
	Emil	salutes, "Yes sir"
	Karl_Silverfinger	says "Yes Sir." in a monotone voice.
	RosenkrantzGM	Nothing about the Consequence's refitting was done without meticulous thought. And the Barracks are on the same deck as the fitted Drop-pod launcher cannons. This means your trip is largely in a single direction.
	RosenkrantzGM	You pass by some shielded viewports along the way, the sun hitting the strange dry planet below.
	Joe_Biggs	"Might I ask what the arrangements are, ma'am? It wouldn't be the new shiny drop-pods launcher, would it?"
	RosenkrantzGM	"Very astute of you, Sergeant." she nods without shifting her gaze.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Ha! Hahaha! Helluva job, boys and girls!" you hear the characteristic roar echo as you near the launchers.
	Joe_Biggs	nods to himself.
	RosenkrantzGM	As you approach, you can see the train of techpriests and servitors at work on a few of the pods. One of these is guarded by a few of your comrades. Lord Chomun's words seem to echo from within.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Gonna be a long way down! Hah!" you can hear banging on the inside as he speaks to apparently no one in particular.
	RosenkrantzGM	Downfield comes to a stop.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Lord Chomun?"
	RosenkrantzGM	The Lord-Protector doesn't reply. More unintelligable words echoing within as he becomes familiar with the drop pod.
	RosenkrantzGM	The Lieutenant looks back at you and raises a hand slightly, asking you to wait there as she approaches the pod.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Umm... Mahk?"
	RosenkrantzGM	Almost completely without warning, the massive figure pops out of the pod, wide grin on his face, meeting Downfield's probably quite startled eyes.
	Joe_Biggs	salutes the Lord-Protector as his gigantic form comes out of the drop-pod.
	RosenkrantzGM	He then looks over her shoulder, and notices you standing there.
	RosenkrantzGM	He takes a moment to compose himself a bit, no doubt with the 'aid' of Lieutenant Downfield's discrete but noticeable nod as if to remind him of the business at hand.
	Emil	salutes to the Lord-Protector.
	Karl_Silverfinger	salutes to the Lord-Protector.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Come on in, boys! Let's get you measured up. Don't want the red ones here to have made a mistake!" he slaps the back of one of the attending servitors... knocking it to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
	Emil	steps forward.
	Joe_Biggs	"As you will, my lord." Sergeant Biggs gingerly enters the pod.
	RosenkrantzGM	A tech-priest follows you, standing at the very entrance once you're all inside.
	RosenkrantzGM	The arrangement is quite cramped, but fairly straight forward. There are ten tightly packed silver cuccoons. The design looks as though there were a large cuccoon inside which lay another, smaller cuccoon, separated by a layer of a green-blue quasi fluid.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Please, climb in." the techpriests asks.
	RosenkrantzGM	"For you, sergeant, the one closes to the entrance, just here."
	Karl_Silverfinger	climbs in the cuccoon and is clearly annoyed.
	Joe_Biggs	climbs into the cocoon, "feels unnatural."
	RosenkrantzGM	As soon as you climb in, you feel it "sink" as it settles into the goo layer.
	Joe_Biggs	shivers despite himself.
	RosenkrantzGM	You notice that the cuccoon assigned to the sergeant is different, however, as compact holo equipment is lowered in place just in front of the NCO's face.
	Emil	climbs into the cocoon, "Interesting."
	RosenkrantzGM	"You will receive direct comms through your station, sergeant. You will also see a stream of navigational data as you approach, including the countdown to impact."
	RosenkrantzGM	The tech-priest pauses, and corrects himself.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Countdown until landing."
	RosenkrantzGM	"You will have override options available to you."
	Joe_Biggs	"Terrific," he says sarcastically.
	RosenkrantzGM	"...contact with 'Dryd' at the bridge, my Lord." you can hear Downfield say just outside.
	RosenkrantzGM	"What do ya think, boys? Top notch! Whoo-yeah!!" he says, before abruptly leaving.
	Karl_Silverfinger	"That man is a... meathead."
	Emil	"He may be, but he is our commander, and we must follow his orders."
	RosenkrantzGM	"I think that will suffice", Downfield says. "Thank you, Sergeant. Perhaps you will want to make your way to the Quartermaster. I hear your comrades are already getting themselves prepped for the mission."
	Karl_Silverfinger	"Right..."
	Joe_Biggs	"Karl, I'll launch you straight outta that cannon, full gear and everything along with your servitor butt-boy if you don't shut it." He clears his throat. "Yes, ma'am."
	RosenkrantzGM	"Ten per pod will do, Techpriest," she nods to the attending enginseer.
	Karl_Silverfinger	"I was.... nevermind. Understood, Sarge."
	Joe_Biggs	pulls himself outta the cocoon after moving the holo-display aside. "Ya heard the good lady, hustle hustly."
	Emil	pulls himself out of the cocoon and follows the sarge.
	Karl_Silverfinger	leaves the cocoon and follows Biggs. He's extremely annoyed.
	RosenkrantzGM	Deck 5-Gamma, where the Armoury Staff distribute weapons on behalf of the Quartermaster is just a few segments below the Barracks, so when you enter the levatus to see the Quartermaster, you are not alone. Another squad is making its way, sergeant with orders in hand.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Biggs," Sergeant Foll greets you with a nod.
	Joe_Biggs	"Hello Foll," he nods back at the other NCO. "Sort out your little troublemaker?"
	RosenkrantzGM	"Told him he'd be staying onboard if he didn't sort his ass out."
	RosenkrantzGM	he chuckles
	Joe_Biggs	crosses his arms with a smile. "Crazy crazy crazy. The pods are pretty cozy by the by."
	RosenkrantzGM	"Some of the boys are already taking to calling them flying coffins, so that's good to hear."
	RosenkrantzGM	"I overheard them talk about a cartography problem. It's not the pods, sir, it'---"
	RosenkrantzGM	"Shit your trap, trooper, or I'll make you choke on your own fucking teeth!"
	RosenkrantzGM	"Wise one, here, thinks he's got some sort of game-changing intel. Ignore him. He's one of Lord Chomun's newest batch."
	Joe_Biggs	"The new guys always think they're the game-changer, never gets old. He'll learn." He winks at the kid.
	RosenkrantzGM	"The early bird..." Foll says as you arrive and the doors open.
	RosenkrantzGM	You realize only a handful of squads are here.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Good luck, Biggs," he nods as he makes his way to one of the queues.
	Joe_Biggs	"To you as well, buddy." Biggs leads his squaddies to another queue.
	RosenkrantzGM	"In your dreams, Sergeant. Next!"
	RosenkrantzGM	You are called by the attending staff.
	Joe_Biggs	approaches the staff with a swagger, as becoming of any Guard NCO.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Orders?"
	Joe_Biggs	fishes his parchment from his trouser pocket and hands it to the QM.
	RosenkrantzGM	The man eyes it over to the last portion for instructions, and gives a grunt or two.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Mhmm..." he seems to compare another list to yours.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Seems your paperwork is innaccurate, sergeant."
	RosenkrantzGM	"Chief Chirurgeon left a note, here...
	RosenkrantzGM	"You'll be seconded one of his Medicae servitors."
	Joe_Biggs	"Huh, strange. The hell do we need one of those for?"
	Karl_Silverfinger	taps on the back of his skull, revealing a metallic sound.
	RosenkrantzGM	"You're first wave, sergeant. The servitor will be loaded up. 48 doses of stimm, by the looks of it."
	Karl_Silverfinger	"I can link with it Sarge. Works better than any nurse when it comes to saving our hides."
	RosenkrantzGM	As he reviews this, his aides bring in six combi-tools, six data slates, a single lascutter, six demolition packs, and one siege auspex.
	Joe_Biggs	"I hope it works better than the last girl friend you had, pardnah."
	RosenkrantzGM	As he finishes signing off on paperwork, he hands one copy for you to make your mark.
	Joe_Biggs	prints his name. "Ma never taught me my script all that well."
	RosenkrantzGM	As you put the quill down, he slams a quarter-parchment on the desk in front of you.
	RosenkrantzGM	It's empty.
	RosenkrantzGM	Before he follows it with a red-ink quill, he throws in an incentive.
	RosenkrantzGM	"A dozen bottles of amasec on your return."
	Joe_Biggs	"You know how to encourage a guy, QM."
	RosenkrantzGM	He grunts with a smile, and places the quill on the desk.
	Joe_Biggs	picks the parchment up and rolls it into a neat little scroll before giving it a little sniff before depositing it away for safe keeping in his tunic-pocket. The quill goes with it.
	RosenkrantzGM	SKIPAROONIUS VLUMANUS EXITERANIUM
	RosenkrantzGM	[redact]
	Karl_Silverfinger	"I need a bit of a favor."
	RosenkrantzGM	"Hah. Don't you all?"
	Karl_Silverfinger	"I was hoping for Field Sutures, Grapnel with line, Backpack, and a large plastic pack to line the backpack with."
	RosenkrantzGM	"If the chirurgeons think it'll be ugly enough to give you a servitor, it's gotta mean something. Take the sutures, and the grapnel." he says with a nod.
	Karl_Silverfinger	"No, addition backpack? So much for trophy collecting."
	Emil	"Is it possible to get a Omni-Scope sit? Emil ask.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Look, here..." he leans in.
	RosenkrantzGM	"I can't be seen to have any favorites, you understand?"
	Emil	nodes.
	RosenkrantzGM	"So... if you'll trade in that siege auspex, I might be able to fairly accomodate your needs, veteran."
	Joe_Biggs	gives Emil a hard look.
	Emil	looks at Biggs.
	Joe_Biggs	motions with his head in the negative.
	Karl_Silverfinger	playing and inspecting his new toy.
	RosenkrantzGM	The QM sighs.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Alright, listen."
	RosenkrantzGM	I see your markings. I know you're a veteran. I tell you what..."
	Emil	looks back at the QM.
	RosenkrantzGM	He brings out a gauntlet looking device. It's bulky.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Forearm Weapon Mounting. You got a side-arm, Veteran?"
	Emil	"Yes sir."
	RosenkrantzGM	"Pop 'er right in there, and you'll be able to shoot whatever filth the Dynasty wants you to civilize down there without even thinking about it."
	Emil	"This will come in handy, thank Quarter Master."
	RosenkrantzGM	"Alright, boys. Good luck."
	RosenkrantzGM	He slams his hand on the desk. "Next!"
	Joe_Biggs	pats Emil on the shoulder. "Nice toy, buddy. Let's get a move on."
	Emil	"Yes Sir." Emile takes his new toy already planing on mounting his Las Pistol to it the first moment he gets.
	RosenkrantzGM	SKIPARONI PEPPERONI
	RosenkrantzGM	The day finally arrives. Bells call the change of watch.
	RosenkrantzGM	You can heard the hurried steps of other squads making their way to the launchers just fore of the barracks.
	Emil	finish gathering his gear and putting on his armor, his new toy attached around his right forearm with the las pistol securely attached to it.
	Joe_Biggs	"You got your gear sorted out! That's the least I expect from you sorry sacks!" He yells out at his subordinates. "I expect that we're gonna have a lot of fun down there. Just keep one thing in mind, ladies!" He looks every man in the eyes, even the servitor.  "You aren't allowed to die on my watch! Mount up!" He leads the squad to their assigned pod.
	RosenkrantzGM	The recently-arrived servitor is... surprisingly decorated. The pressure is felt by Silverfinger, who comes to the realization that whoever the master of this servitor is, must be someone of some importance...
	RosenkrantzGM	++ALL UNITS REPORT TO LAUNCH STATIONS++
	Karl_Silverfinger	"Oh joy."
	RosenkrantzGM	As you pass by the viewports, you can see that the flyboys have already been at it, passing by in their formations. It's a sight to behold... the Consequence showing off her military might for the first time.
	RosenkrantzGM	You arrive, where squads line up and come together in groups.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Dremin, Tess! Group 6!"
	RosenkrantzGM	"Foll, Biggs! Group 4!"
	RosenkrantzGM	You realize that as the grouping orders are being given, Master Mort himself stands by the targetting consoles, carefully working on the targeting vectors before launch.
	RosenkrantzGM	The men are generally pumped, and slmost certainly nervous. Some jump in place to burn some of the adrenalyn coursing through their veins.
	Joe_Biggs	claps the back of each man in his squad.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Check it out! Master of Ordnance? That means we really ARE the ammunition!" pipes up Lil' Joe in his excitement... and fear.
	Karl_Silverfinger	"I don't like this."
	Emil	"Hopefully he won't shoot us out of the main cannon." Emil says to Karl.
	Karl_Silverfinger	"Now, I REALLY don't like this."
	RosenkrantzGM	Amid all this, Lord Chomun enters, with his aide, the young Ensign Vellow close behind the large, fully armored Protector of the Dynasty.
	RosenkrantzGM	He waves to everyone to carry on as they were, while he and his visibly nervous young aide finish last minute preparations.
	Emil	"Ten bucks says that someone dies in the drop." Emil says to Karl.
	RosenkrantzGM	They appear to exchange a few words, with the Lord-Protector patting the ensign on the shoulder, as if to reassure him.
	Karl_Silverfinger	"I'll give you 100 Dawns to shut up right now."
	Joe_Biggs	"Play nice you maroon."
	Emil	"Yes sir."
	Karl_Silverfinger	"Yes, Sir."
	RosenkrantzGM	"Men!" you see Chomun get up on the small platform from which grouping orders were being read just seconds ago.
	RosenkrantzGM	"...and Ladies!"
	RosenkrantzGM	"You have been assesmbled today to bring the wrath of the Emperor and His most righteous Rosenkrantz Dynasty to these heathenous vermin on this backwater!"
	RosenkrantzGM	Everyone around you listens intently.
	RosenkrantzGM	"You'll show them no mercy, no remorse, and kick every single one of them in the teeth before ripping them into bloody tatters!"
	RosenkrantzGM	The men roar excitedly in response.
	RosenkrantzGM	"We'll show our 'allies' how real warriors of the Imperium fight!"
	RosenkrantzGM	He pumps his power-fist equiped hand and roars a warcry.
	RosenkrantzGM	"For the Emperor! For the Dynasty!"
	RosenkrantzGM	The chamber roars with excitement and anticipation, "Huzzah!"
	Joe_Biggs	"For the Emperor!" Biggs shouts out during the uproar.
	Emil	"Huzzah!"
	Karl_Silverfinger	"yay..."
	RosenkrantzGM	++GEOSYNCHRONOUS ORBIT ESTABLISHED AND STABILIZED. LAUNCH WHEN READY. AVE IMPERATOR++
	RosenkrantzGM	"Board your pods! God-Emperor be with you all!" roars Lord Chomun.
	Karl_Silverfinger	"Ave Imperator."
	RosenkrantzGM	At that, the Master of Ordnance hits a few runes, commencing the automatic countdown.
	RosenkrantzGM	He, Chomun, and those who are also part of Group One board.
	RosenkrantzGM	Everyone else follows.
	Joe_Biggs	boards his pod and with some reluctance gets into his cocoon before moving his holo-display into place.
	RosenkrantzGM	Thamer sits next to Lil' Joe, saying something dreadful in passing, that has the trooper visibly nervous as he settles in.
	RosenkrantzGM	Foll and the rest of his men also board, and soon all ten men are secured in their place.
	Joe_Biggs	"Make sure your cute little bodies are sitting tight. You don't wanna roll out once we launch." He's heard stories of what it feels like to ride one of these down.
	RosenkrantzGM	The holodisplay indicates that the pod is ready to seal.
	RosenkrantzGM	The timer counts down, and the pod is sealed and pressurized as evident by the popping in your ears.
	RosenkrantzGM	Visible to only Biggs in his holodisplay, is the countdown.
	RosenkrantzGM	4...
	RosenkrantzGM	3...
	RosenkrantzGM	2...
	RosenkrantzGM	1...
	Karl_Silverfinger	"We gunna die."
	RosenkrantzGM	The initial blast is as violent as one would expect. They weren't wrong... you ARE a projectile.
	RosenkrantzGM	Almost immediately, however, as you travel through the void, an eerie silence fills the cabin.
	Joe_Biggs	+Hold onto ya asses, kids.+
	RosenkrantzGM	Indicators show that the pods begin to slowly break off into their designate groups as they approach the planetary atmosphere.
	RosenkrantzGM	As they begin to pierce through the cushion of air particles, a low rumbling is felt in the cabin.As you lose altitude, the atmosphere thickens, and the shaking becomes more and more violent. Sensor-runes display detected outer temperatures as steadily increasing.
	RosenkrantzGM	+// landing projection alert //+
	RosenkrantzGM	The display flashes warnings.
	Joe_Biggs	"Feck me."
	RosenkrantzGM	Terminal velocity is reached, and the fall of each pod is normalized, with steady spins easing the descent.
	RosenkrantzGM	More warnings, on the netcomm panel shared by all pods.
	RosenkrantzGM	+// ALERT GROUP 4// ELEVATION NOT SUITED FOR LANDING//+
	Joe_Biggs	gives a couple of silent prayers as he starts to fiddle with the holo-display.
	Emil	"WOOHOO!" Emil shouts as the adrenaline rush begins to kick in.
	RosenkrantzGM	+//manual retro-thrust recommended//+
	RosenkrantzGM	Now kilometers apart from each other, each group of pods sounds the warning klaxons in preparation for the final burst from the under-thrusters to soften the landing.
	Karl_Silverfinger	"EMPEROR SAVE ME!"
	RosenkrantzGM	++//OVERRIDE? //  [Y]  [N]//++
	Joe_Biggs	hits the affirmative rune.
	RosenkrantzGM	Display runes count down from 20.
	RosenkrantzGM	A new override prompt appears. Indicating a 'recommended' timer to press the rune based on estimated elevation maps slowly being picked up by the sensors.
	RosenkrantzGM	19...
	RosenkrantzGM	18...
	RosenkrantzGM	17...
	RosenkrantzGM	16...
	RosenkrantzGM	15...
	RosenkrantzGM	14...
	RosenkrantzGM	13...
	RosenkrantzGM	12...
	RosenkrantzGM	11...
	RosenkrantzGM	10...
	RosenkrantzGM	9...
	Joe_Biggs	mashes the rune.
	RosenkrantzGM	8...
	RosenkrantzGM	It all happens very fast...
	RosenkrantzGM	The retro-burst activates, trying to help soften the descent. But sub-optimal timing makes them less than effective.
	RosenkrantzGM	One second, you are violently jolted as the desceleration hits you, the next, you hit like a brick against the surface...
	RosenkrantzGM	which begins to give, and move...
	RosenkrantzGM	The sensors have been all but destroyed.
	RosenkrantzGM	The holodisplay barely alive.
	RosenkrantzGM	But it's the rocking that gives it away.
	RosenkrantzGM	You have hit a body of water.
	Joe_Biggs	"Look alive you sorry sacks! We need to get the fuck out of this metal box now!"
	RosenkrantzGM	The auto-charges have been disables, following a detected crash landing. Once again, manual activation is required to have the side-panels be blown open.
	RosenkrantzGM	Inside, however, it's ugly. Foll and three of his men appear to have died on impact.
	RosenkrantzGM	Lil' Joe slowly comes to his senses, and begins to panic realizing what's happened.
	RosenkrantzGM	Others appear to be breathing, though they have lost consciousness.
	Joe_Biggs	"Shaddap!" He yells at Lil' Joe. "Sort your ass from your face and wake those mooks up!" Biggs meanwhile pulls himself from his cocoon.
	RosenkrantzGM	Thamer begins to groan... his leg and one of the mounts have become one, lodged in his protective cocoon.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Help... Emperors, teeth... I'm fucked!"
	Joe_Biggs	"We'll cut you out Thamer, sit tight."
	RosenkrantzGM	You begin to hear a hissing sound.
	Joe_Biggs	moves over to Foll and his dead squad mates and collects their tags and into a spare pack.
	RosenkrantzGM	You realize it's water beginning to make its way in, under the pressure created by the sinking pod.
	RosenkrantzGM	The secure-harness on the servitor keeps it in place, but you can see it is trying to walk.
	Joe_Biggs	After that's done, Biggs works on waking his men up.
	Joe_Biggs	"Lil' Joe! Free the bucket of bolts."
	RosenkrantzGM	"Aye-aye Sarge..." his voice trembles as he undoes the harness.
	RosenkrantzGM	The servitor drops, and struggle to keep upright.
	RosenkrantzGM	It moves to check on Thamer.
	RosenkrantzGM	Out of its storage pack, an appendage with a small stamp comes out, and Thamer is marked in red.
	RosenkrantzGM	The servitor moves on.
	RosenkrantzGM	Emil.
	RosenkrantzGM	One of the preload syringes is thrust on his chest.
	RosenkrantzGM	A sturdy dose of Stimm is pumped into Emil's bloodstream...
	RosenkrantzGM	while Thamer panics in utter confusion as to what just happened.
	RosenkrantzGM	The servitor approaches Karl.
	RosenkrantzGM	The same treatment is applied.
	RosenkrantzGM	Then, Rolleck. He is marked yellow, and given a dose of his own.
	Karl_Silverfinger	"OH FECK!"
	RosenkrantzGM	Evidently, the young Guard has broken an arm and both legs.
	Karl_Silverfinger	breaths heavily.
	Joe_Biggs	"Glad to see you decided to join us, get to work Karl! And make it fast, we're sinking, literally.
	Emil	starts to wake up, "Fuck, feels like a rock just hit me hard."
	Karl_Silverfinger	"What?"
	RosenkrantzGM	"Oh, Emperor have mercy..." the young Rolleck begins to panic, too.
	RosenkrantzGM	"Help... help!"
	Joe_Biggs	points at several of his men who are wounded in various ways. "Get to work Karl!"
	Emil	gets out of his cocoon and gathers any equipment. "Sir what do you need me to do?"
	Karl_Silverfinger	runs to Thamer and analysis the situation.
	Karl_Silverfinger	cuts off Thamer's right leg and stops the bleeding.
	RosenkrantzGM	He groans in pain, and curses you to a horrible death, but he pulls through and is apparently stable.
	RosenkrantzGM	Rolleck is helped up by the servitor, and his bleeding is stopped, too.
	RosenkrantzGM	He does, however, have broken limbs.
	RosenkrantzGM	Water continues to rush in, now reaching above ankle-height.
	Emil	"
	Emil	"Well if anytime is better then this, we should get out of here asap."
	RosenkrantzGM	"You'll kill us all..." Thamer says between laboured breath.
	Karl_Silverfinger	"Shut up for Feck's sake."
	Joe_Biggs	"Shaddup. Karl make your bucket carry Rolleck, you and Emil will carry Thamer."
	RosenkrantzGM	"What... agh... what do you think will happen once the side panels burst open?"
	Joe_Biggs	looks for the manual release for the drop pod.
	Joe_Biggs	"Bath time."
	Emil	salutes and goes to help carry Thamer.
	Karl_Silverfinger	MIU linked to the servitor and give it  Biggs' orders. He then gets to attend Emil.
	RosenkrantzGM	The release is located just behind the holodisplay mount.
	Joe_Biggs	"Ready for a swim?" He asks everyone. "I hope so."
	Joe_Biggs	He pulls the release for the drop pod.
	Joe_Biggs	And braces.
	Emil	braces himself.
	RosenkrantzGM	The charges on the side pannels burst, shooting them out with force...
	RosenkrantzGM	but just as strongly, the water rushes in. You're just 10 or so meters below the surface, but the pressure differential is strong, and the currents are unforgiving.
	RosenkrantzGM	Despite this, you are able to make your way to the surface, where the waters that nearly just killed you, seem much more peaceful.
	Joe_Biggs	gasps as his head breaks the surface of the water. He looks around to get a better understanding of his surroundings.
	Emil	reaches the surface with Karl and Thamer,and gasps for air.
	Karl_Silverfinger	"Why? Emperor WHY?"
	RosenkrantzGM	Coughing up half a lungful of water, Thamer snaps, "Don't blaspheme..."
	Emil	"Well seems Master Mart did use us as ammo after all it seems."
	Joe_Biggs	"Shaddup!"
	Emil	"Yes sir."
	RosenkrantzGM	You are able to spot a trail of smoke off to the North-East.
	RosenkrantzGM	Finding various flotsam, the squad secures their wounded as best they can and swim for the only sign of land.
	RosenkrantzGM	They swim for the next two hours before finally reaching a rocky beachside.
	Karl_Silverfinger	"Feckin' Feckity Feck FECK!"
	RosenkrantzGM	Sharp, jagged rock formations line the beach, but land is land.
	Joe_Biggs	helps drag the squad onto the rocky beach-side. "Remind me never to take a bath ever again." He huffs.
	Joe_Biggs	"Emil, scout ahead, Karl make our two wounded comfortable. Lil' Joe, bring that voxpack over here."
	Emil	"Yes sir." He moves up to scout out the area.
	Karl_Silverfinger	"Understood."
	RosenkrantzGM	"Aye, sarge, she don't look so good." Lil' Jow approaches his NCO.
	Karl_Silverfinger	and his servitor move the injured away from the water.
	RosenkrantzGM	The servitor appears to have collected quite an amount of water, as it begins to pour from various parts of its agumetic body.
	Joe_Biggs	fiddles with the voxpack, trying to connect with anyone above his paygrade.
	Joe_Biggs	"Feck! Where's a tech-priest when you need one."
	RosenkrantzGM	Try as you might, the voxpack appears to have taken too much damage in the ordeal, and is effectively worthless.
	Joe_Biggs	"Despite her being busted, you're still gonna have to hump her around like your sweet sweet honey, Lil' Joe."
	Emil	scouts around and then stops when he hears some strange voices coming from the direction of the smoke. +We got company near by.+
	RosenkrantzGM	"I won't let her go, boss" Joe shakes his head.
	Joe_Biggs	"Good boy."
	RosenkrantzGM	Thamer has since begun to wander in and out of consciousness.
	Emil	+Sounds like who ever they are, they are in the direction of the smoke trail.+
	Joe_Biggs	+Stay where you are, I'm coming.+ He walks over to his wounded before saying, "sit tight you two, keep your weapons on you and keep alert as much as you can, we'll be back. Doc make 'em comfy and then follow me."
	Emil	+Sounds like growls, may be mutants Sir.+
	Karl_Silverfinger	is feeling fatigued and needs to take a seat for a moment
	Emil	holds his position while waiting for Biggs.
	RosenkrantzGM	The servitor circles around the two wounded.
	RosenkrantzGM	It then reaches down to Thamer, and brands him in red.
	RosenkrantzGM	When you reach Emil's position, you can hear it, too.
	Karl_Silverfinger	"Feck."
	RosenkrantzGM	From some distance, you hear calls. They are indistinct, but they are almost certainly speech patterns.
	RosenkrantzGM	Somehow, the voice is eerily inhuman, however.
	Emil	whispers to Biggs, "Whats the plan sir?"
	Joe_Biggs	"We proceed slowly, Emil you take point, Lil' Joe stay on my ass. We assess, Emil, we assess."
	Emil	nods, and begins to move up slowly.
	Karl_Silverfinger	uses the Diagnostor on his patients. No luck with his equipment. The sea may have damaged it.
	Karl_Silverfinger	"Piece of junk."
	RosenkrantzGM	You slowly move up towards a line of beach shrubbery, atop a dune.
	RosenkrantzGM	From there, you can spot through similar shruberry further inland, movement behind the flora.
	RosenkrantzGM	Whil hard to identify, you can spot at least 3 figures.
	RosenkrantzGM	It's at this moment, that you hear a howl...
	RosenkrantzGM	and the group begins to move in your direction.
	RosenkrantzGM	As they clear the shrubs, you can see the three...
	RosenkrantzGM	a fourth...
	Emil	thinks to himself, well fuck.
	RosenkrantzGM	More, and more.
	RosenkrantzGM	Nine, in total, mutants, armed as though they were simple militia from a distant backwater's PDF.
	RosenkrantzGM	Behind, them... you spot a hooded figure, in dark decorative armor.
	Joe_Biggs	+Hit cover!+ Biggs orders the squad.
	RosenkrantzGM	He is tall, and impressive.
	Emil	takes cover
	RosenkrantzGM	Lil' joe takes cover along with Biggs.
	RosenkrantzGM	The hooded figure appears to shout orders at these... mutants... savages.
	RosenkrantzGM	Most disturbingly, they obey.
	RosenkrantzGM	They obey, and form a rank.
	Joe_Biggs	"That's new."
	Karl_Silverfinger	approaches the squad from behind.
	RosenkrantzGM	Emil, Biggs, Mutants, Karl
	Emil	opens fire on the mutants and there hooded master, two shots hit and kill two of the mutants, the other shot hits the hooded master.
	RosenkrantzGM	In response, the hooded commander issues a command, and the mutants take aim.
	Karl_Silverfinger	unleashes his fury upon the mutant horde and guns two of them down.
	RosenkrantzGM	They fire a volley, hitting the Guard with their Laslock weapons.
	Joe_Biggs	aims with the aux launcher of his shotgun and lets fly, but unfortunately the round misses by several meters and explodes against a nearby rock. "Mudda feck."
	Emil	opens fire again on the mutants, killing two of the three mutants his shots hit.
	RosenkrantzGM	As a response, the hooded figure makes a break for it back into the brush, leaving the mutants to their fate.
	RosenkrantzGM	Soon, they follow, and break formation.
	Joe_Biggs	"Emil! Don't let 'em get away! Light 'em up!"
	RosenkrantzGM	As he runs off, the hooded figure fires off a flare to the sky.
	Emil	opens up fire at the hooded figure as it runs away.
	Karl_Silverfinger	takes pot shots at the fleeing enemies.
	Karl_Silverfinger	"YOU PIECES OF RAT SHIT."
	Joe_Biggs	"That ain't good." He notes on the flare. "We gotta move, let's get our wounded and move to a different location.
	Emil	"Fuck, I almost killed the hooded basterd."
	RosenkrantzGM	As they run into the more dense flora, a loud distant grumble followed by crashing leaves and snapping branches grabs your attention... whatever it is, will soon be upon your position.
	Karl_Silverfinger	"We'll get the ugly bastard."
	Emil	"Um I think we should move now."
	Karl_Silverfinger	"Sarge?"
	Joe_Biggs	"We. Are. Leaving."
	Karl_Silverfinger	runs to the wounded comrades.
	Emil	follows behind