For the emperor ! (IC thread - always recruiting )

[DrZombie]

The sound of several bolts being pulled back resound in the entrance. What looks to be a weathered plasteel door opens slowly and opens in a long narrow corridor with the classic murder-holes and bunker-style shooting holes at the far end. A sharp turn repeats the the architectural lack of style and brings Rat and McLane to the warehouse. A large, dimly lit and dusty storage space filled with nondescript crates of various size, circled by a corrugated walkway populated by a few humanoid shapes who lurk in the shadows.

The only brightly-lit area is a windowed office. A rotund man with combed-back greasy hair matched by his smile sits behind an elaborate desk and stands up when you are escorted to him.
“Greetings, greetings.” he says with an insincere smile.
“You have the package, yes?”
An intermezzo of slightly heightened tension ensues when Rat reaches for the package a tad too quick for the liking of the guards.
Zhyltar looks at the package distrustingly, and says with a flat voice .
“This has been tampered with.”
In a waterfall of words Rat explains the extreme hardships of the fight on the train and the extreme measures he’s had to take to make sure the Arbites didn’t get hold of the package.
(McLane roll awareness)

In the meanwhile, outside:

The first impressions are being exchanged between the new and the older members of the group, when...
(roll awareness)

 

[muggie2]

The first impressions are being exchanged between the new and the older members of the group, when...
(roll awareness)

[with a perception of 41, that'd be a fail...]

 

[jkason]

Harrigan Zhent, Imperial Psyker

Zhent's attention to the interactions with the newcomer wanes as his worry sets in. He glances about, a tingle on the back of his neck that seems to be more than any kind of breeze...

OOC: looks like two successes?

 

[Shayuri]

Kestrel was a bit distracted by suddenly realizing she was holding a wad of explosive and her subsequent rush to hand the thing back to the person who'd tossed it to her in the first place.

 

[muggie2]

Kestrel was a bit distracted by suddenly realizing she was holding a wad of explosive and her subsequent rush to hand the thing back to the person who'd tossed it to her in the first place.

Trix takes it back, smiling, and goes to put it back in her bag. She stops, looks at the empty stick that had held the meat, and changes her mind. She impales the ball on her stick, and starts shaping it until it resembles the meat that the stick had once held.
"Hmmm, color. And sauce. Must get some sauce from the vendor."
She looks around, realises the vendor isn't directly in sight, and changes her mind. She doesn't take the "meat" off the stick, however.

 

[DrZombie]

Zhent refuses to be distracted by the shenanigans of Trixie, and keeps alert. From the corner of his eyes he sees a familiar face. The man who was watching them in the bar across the arbites station is watching the group again. It doesn't appear he noticed he has been spotted. He is dressed in a flightsuit and is giving one of the girls a thorough lookover.

 

[jkason]

Harrigan Zhent, Imperial Psyker

Zhent cocks his head, ostensibly considering the exploding meat stick Trixie has just assembled, then mutters softly, "I'm afraid the interest we gathered back at the bar has followed us. The man in the flight suit, yes Kestrel?"

"Of course, If he didn't follow us, then I think we can assume he's mixed up with whomever's inside that warehouse."

 

[Jemal]

McClane's hands rest on his belt, near his knife while he listens to Rat 'explain' and keeps his eyes open.

 

[DrZombie]

[sblock=McClane]
“They would not be alive nor here if they had opened it” a voice comes from the shadows. It is rich and melodious and has the distinct accent of someone more used to speaking high gothic than common. Behind you a static signal hisses in the darkness and a flickering holofield project over the speaker’s head, just before you can glimpse his face. He walks calmly to the office, flanked by a bodyguard.
“I recommend you for your effort, gentlemen.”
He looks at the box, then takes out a bag and sets it on the desk.
“Take this back to your boss. And take this for your effort.” He says while putting a bundle of credits on the table.
[sblock=OOC]
Dammit I always get your name wrong. If your char is happy just to shut up and keep his eyes open give me a yell and I'll go on.[/sblock] [/sblock]

 

[DrZombie]

double post