Re: Contraband Items Roleplay Action 2

[Apothecary Meros]

A knife in one hand and a maul in the other, Booker smashes his way into the Arbitrator, hoping to pummel him brutally and quickly, so he can pull Zielley out of here without wasting any time.

[Norabder]

*turns to Fee*
Head to the docks, try and blend in. I'll go rescue the nut job.
*hides his sword as he heads towards the arbites, keeping low so they shouldn't see him through the crowd.*

[senera2000]

Senera lets out a small sigh when hearing the child's words. What did he expect? Guardsman grade stealth out of a gang of misfits?

Then, Senera, realizing that the time to leave has come, moves his hand to take out the bottle of alcohol and give it to the doctor, but halts at the moment he touches the bottle. He then looks at the child and asks, "Prolonging? explain".

[Muffin Heretic]

Booker:
Rolls:
Zielley: 2
Booker: 5
Arbites: 2
The Arbites doesn't see you coming, but neither does Zielley.
You Tackle into them and throw them onto the ground, Zielley ontop, confused and screaming. Either you or her must have hit him on the head though, he's growling and flailing blindly, unable to hit either of you as Zielley is blocking his shock-maul holding arm.
You hear the faint sound of something cutting trough air and a boltshell explodes behind you, the ones charging torwards the door now have a clear line of fire and they're almost uppon you now.
You grab Zielley by the collar of her rags and pull her up the stairs as quick as you can.
Thankfully, she is not heavy, however, she seems not to comprehend what is happening and is flailing and throwing punches in the air as if she wanted to run at the Arbitraitors.

Arthur and Slaith:
Rolls:
Slaith: 6
Slaith: 3
Arbites: 5
Slaith gets up but is hit again immediatelly, this time on his shoulder. The Korne worshippers machete falls to the ground, however, he manages to score a hit with his Laspistol, The Arbitrator is bleeding.
The Uniformed men from the other side are uppon you and beginn attacking as you watch from nearby.
It's an execution.
The Blood Pact member gets pierced by Lasfire until his head explodes.
As a last act of vengence, his dead body explodes, kills the Arbitrator and throws the uniformed men off guard as they are splattered with shrapnel and guts. The Arbitrator's Body soars trough the sky and almost kills a civilian.
Slaith's completly destroyed Las Rifle, complete with still working Bayonet and Slaith's arm attatched to it, lands before your feet.
You havn't been spotted, miraciulously.

Senera:
"this guys' gonna die within a week, maybe two, no matter what."
J tilts her head and starts bleeding from her nose.
The doctor runns off with the bottle as the patients wounds close miraculously and he coughts for air.
"Not enough blood, to much damage to organs and his brain has suffered severe damage from beeing with too little blood and oxygen for too long. Even if you put him in a Servo Skull, it's just gonna be a retarded Servo Skull."
She pulls on your hand.
"We gotta go, quick, I can't just move you like I can him."

[Apothecary Meros]

"Stop fucking squirming and let's go, dammit!" Booker yells above the commotion, pulling Zielley up the stairs and getting into cover as soon as possible. Should he make it back to his Launcher already, he ditches the Maul and uses the free hand to hoist the heavy weapon over his shoulder.

[senera2000]

Senera is annoyed by the display of psychic power, but the fact that it resulted in something good happening for once eases his annoyance.
"A few weeks is infinitely better than none," Senera says smiling.
He then takes out another bottle of Alcohol and gives it to the Old man. "You could probably get more use out of it than me. The Emperor provides."
Senera then goes off letting J lead the way.

[Norabder]

*mutters under his breath*
Well that went about as well as could be expected.
*turns and follows the crowd to the docks, trying to blend in with the mass of panicked civilians.*

[Muffin Heretic]

Booker:
Boltrounds explode arround you from badly aimed shots.
Zielley appereantly realises the futility of trying to charge headon as she stopps struggling as badly as she did.
You reach your Launcher, shoulder it and look down into about 5 Guns aiming straight at you.
Most of them Lasguns from Uniformed men, non Arbites but also one Boltgun, held in the firm grip of a very pissed off looking, tall Arbitrator.
There's plenty people streaming into the door right now but none of them civilians this time.

Senera:
J pulls you by one of your Fingers, however you are much faster anyways and after about two steps, you walk next to her running with her comparativly small frame.
"I really don't get you, I thought you hate the likes of them and drugs, so why give them any? Is it because you think it'll kill them anyways?"
You come upwards to the foggy but less moldy floor. Almost noone is arround to see, you keep running upwards.
"I doubt you'll shoot Arbites, right? Think you can just keep running until we reach the Guncutter?"
You reach the upper level, people are walking arround, keeping their distance to the large Space Marine but otherwise everything seems calm and normal as they go about their day.

Arthur:
Fee and the Cargo appereantly thought the same, they are already way ahead of you and run up the Metal Catwalk to the Guncutter.
Either Fee is working her Mind really well, or those Military Men are dumb as fuck, noone is coming your way and noone stops other shuttles from taking off or anything. You turn arround... appereantly they are actually still recovering from having the Arbites blown to bits with Slaith, they seem to be without command.

[senera2000]

"You say run?..." Senera takes a quick around to see if people are keeping their distance properly.  
He then grabs the child by the leg with his right hand and keeps her on his left arm covering her from view with his shield, and starts to walk at a very brisk pace waiting for J to find her bearings before he breaks into a run.

Continuing his brisk pace, he looks at the child slightly confused and asks, "Why would I hate the loyal citizens of the Imperium?... And yes I do hate drugs, but the Old man seems to be smart enough to put it to good use. Maybe help another random injured civilian."
"And you're right. I refuse to fight the soldiers of the glorious Imperium, so......, running it is."

[Apothecary Meros]

Booker keeps Zielley behind cover, as he lines up a shot with his launcher - knowing that he loaded a Frag Missile before he left it. With his sights set at the ground by the Arbitrator's feet, Booker fires his shot, hoping to wipe out his armed attackers.

[Norabder]

*follows fee to the guncutter*
Is it just me or have the arbites suddenly become dumber?

[Muffin Heretic]

Senera:
J is clearly majorly distressed by you carring her in this manner and complains in a mumbeling voice in a language you don't understand.
She also bounces up and down on your arm, which is visibly very uncomfortable and will already leave her with a twisted ankle from the fast picking up.
Now the Crowds no longer panik from seeing you, on the contrary, they are streaming past you like a current of water.
Would you be a normal human beeing, you would simply be dragged with the mass, moving into the opposite direction of you, like a horde of fleeing cattle.
Trying not to hurt anyone you slightly slow your pace. Up ahead you can spot a bunch of men in Military uniforms arround a puddle of blood and gore. From the distance you can't tell who or what died but you are rather certain that it has got something to do with your Group of Delinquents.
The Uniformed men clearly already spotted you but none of them are heading your way.
Further up ahead, further than a human eye could see, you know, is the ramp-catwalk that leads to the Guncutter.
As you get closer, you see People standing on the catwalk, a bunch of rag-wearing individuals as well as the man you know as Arthur.

Booker:
Noise errupts violently next to your head.
You can't see, you can't hear.
Pain is all you know.
Your neck begins to feel warm, so does the shoulder on which you mounted your Launcher.
You can't feel your Fingers or your Arm but you are pretty sure that you still have legs.
A warm fire starts to burn within your heart, spreading from the back of your neck.
You feel a strong pull on your belt, pulling you up the staircase.
The taste of blood is so strong in your mouth that you vomit.
Slowly you think that you can hear cries of pain You try to see but your eyes are filled with blood.
You are lying on your back and someone cleans your face.
You can see Zielleys head, covered in blood screaming at you but you cannot hear what she's trying to tell you.
She vanishes from your sight.
You feel sleepy for a very short moment but as soon as you felt like closing your eyes, another hot rush of pain moves into you.
You somehow get up, less thinking it, you just do it.
You are sitting, looking down. Beneath you, the roof has crumbled and burried whoever wanted to get up the stairs before beneath it.
You see Zielley and look at her.
one of her hands is burnt to the point where it looks like a large bunch of black bubbles. She's covered in her own and probably your vomit and blood. One of her legs is missing somewhere above the knee. She looks completly insane.
She is giving you another injection.
You have both of your legs and your other Arm, although everything is pain, whatever Zielley is giving you is numbing it greatly.
She holds up a Syringe with dirt-like sludge in it. She points at it and looks at you in a questioning manner and you think she's laughing although you can't hear it.

Arthur:
You catch up with Fee and run up the catwalk to the abandoned Guncutter. One of the Dancers answers for her:
"Their training consists of: follow your superiors orders, and you just killed their only superior."
Fee leads on: "If the Space Marine was here, he could probably even scare them into running away."
Just as she said that, you spot the Black Armoured Space Marine running torwards you in the crowd, directly torwards the Uniformed men, which clearly spotted him but arn't yet moving torwards him.

[Norabder]

Unfortunately I expect our armoured friend will try his best not to scare them...

What happened to the nut job with the missile launcher?

[Apothecary Meros]

Booker remains sat down: dazed, confused, and trying not to die. When Zielley appears with the syringe, he tries to swipe it out of her hand so he can take a closer look himself. "What is that?" He grumbles, his voice jagged and unsteady. "Where the fuck are the others?"

[senera2000]

Senera continues his now slower pace to the guncutter, and begins to chant a litany of protection to try to calm the masses while on his way.
Also, does a quick check on the status of the child while he's on it.

[Muffin Heretic]

Arthur:
You're standing next to the Guncutter now, the dancers are already boarding, Fee waits with you outside.
"I've honestly got no idea. J is missing too."
Senera now walks closer in a slow, menacing pace, as if he had no care in the world.
"Nevermind, there is J at least, so only Zielley and Booker are unaccounted for." Fee says, not sounding too happy.
The Uniformed, military men approach the Black Templar now and appereantly talk with him.

Booker:
You can't hear yourself talk but Zielley seems to have understood. She packs the syringe away and - with what you think is a burst of laughter - she points upwards.
It's erie silent for you but the pain has lifted. You're not really sure if you can or cannot feel your legs but you check and they are still attatched. Something of what she gave you must have been some hard painkiller.
The Stairs up are still open... you could just walk out. Zielley would have to crawl, missing, what you assume is an entire leg.
Or hop.
The image in your had makes you smile a little bit, you don't really know why... it wasn't all that funny.
At least none of your wounds seem to be bleeding too badly, Zielley was fast in getting compressor Bandages on them. Her drug addiction does make her a medic, albait it beeing a very scary one.

Senera:
The Masses really don't care for your lithanies, as a matter of fact, the low voice coming from your grill initially scares some so much that they scream and run even faster.
The child looks scared and unhappy, nothing much else but she's holding onto your arm now, having mended her twisted ankle herself.
One of Simoultaniously, the uniformed men approach you.
three directly from the front and two from each side.
"Sir." The first one shouts loudly into your direction, his Lasrifle held up but only pointing at your feet.
"I must question your reason for beeing here as well as request a passport for the child."
He looks at your feet as well. The man is scared of you.

[Apothecary Meros]

Picking up Zielley, or trying to at the very least, Booker tries to make his way up the stairs, to the exit and toward where his allies should be. He looks upward for a moment, having noticed Zielley pointing up there.

[Norabder]

I think I'll stay here for now, everyone I've tried to rescue today has exploded.

[senera2000]

Senera turns to the one who managed to call out to him with a slight smile.
"My reason for being here is to pray and receive the blessing of the Holy-Emperor of Mankind. As for the passport,.." Senera looks at the child and asks, "Do you have the passport that they speak of?"

He again turns to the man who spoke to him and also takes a look at the rest of the group and their arms and armor, "Who are you? You do not seem to be the arbites. And.... why exactly are you pointing your rifle at my feet? If you're going to point your gun at someone, do it properly."

[Muffin Heretic]

Booker:
Straight up is nothing but the cieling.
Beeing unable to carry Zielley with one hand, you instead put your arm arround her waist and slowly hop up the stairs with her.
Zielley laughs like crazy and so do you.
It feels like a child game, played by idiots - the way you almost fall over every second step.
You reach the top and open the door but there's noone outside.
Just mist, like before when you came down.
Zielley looks arround and starts hopping into one direction, pulling you along.
You're not quite sure if it is the right direction though and Zielley doesn't look very sure either, she moves with haste though.

Arthur:
Appereantly Senera is actually strenghtening their morale, the Uniformed men now put the Las Rifles leveled at the Black Templars Chest - not like it would make much of a difference where they pointed them at on the armoured hunk.
The Black Templar stands there and waits, no sign of Booker or Zielley so far.

Senera:
Your smile probably doesn't help since you're wearing the helmet.
J looks at you as if you'd have gone completly mad.
The men seem at ease with you encouraging them, now leveling their guns at your chest with the exception of one, who has his aim on J. The one who said it before repeats his request: "Sir, we need a Passport."
This time he looks at your helmet, not your eyes but your grill.
J looks at you in utter disbelieve.

[Apothecary Meros]

With little else to do, other than wander along with Zielley, Booker takes a good look around, in an attempt to try and figure out where they are.

[senera2000]

Senera looks at the child for a second and takes the lack of reply as a "no" for his question.
He then looks at the troops and their improved disposition and replies. "Much better". He also takes note of the trooper aiming at the child and assumes him to be the smart one, and keeps his eye on his trigger finger just in case he decides to fire.

Senera looks into the eyes of the trooper asking the request. "I have no passport. Neither does the child as it seems."
Meanwhile, he also takes a look at the auspex in his helm to see if there are any other troops in the area.
"Are you PDF then, if not Arbites?"

[Norabder]

*looks at Fee*
You don't happen to have a Arbites or Commissar uniform lying around do you?

[Muffin Heretic]

Booker:
You're on the Level beneath the Surface, acording to your own inner map, since it was the first floor you hit, after having started to move downwards.
Now just to find a way back up, the mist is too thick to really make out anything, other than the fact that it's damp, moist and generally rather unsanitary arround.
Zielley seems to be caught up in having a laughing fit, she's ripping off the bandages from her leg and vomits a mixture of blood and something black that's reeking of formaldehyde.

Senera:
"Indeed not Sir, I will have to ask you to wait for one to arrive."
None of them move.
J stares into the distance in astonishment and disbelieve. Probably having thoughts of her own to the situation.

Arthur:
"I like your thinking, but with the exception of the one down there, which has been blown to bits and splattered with Slaith, I don't have one arround."
After some thinking.
"Muffin probably has a bunch of uniforms in the Rule34, but we can't go there now."

[Apothecary Meros]

Booker pats the poor girl on the back, and helps her along. He tries to find a wall, and from there he follows it around until he finds some sort of upward exit.

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