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located in Warhammer 40k, a part of Breaking the WAAAAAGH!, one of the many universes on RPG.

Warhammer 40k



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Character Portrait: Regias Veche Character Portrait: Simona Hildenbrag Character Portrait: Telemachus Vuur
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The Bumbling crew members had both fallen silent at her sudden, and snappy reply. Smite threw up a quick and vary proper salute, then quickly turned and walked away from the fire. Jose had been dumbstruck, not even understanding her anger with him, he raises a hand to his bald head and wiped off a bit of sweat, giving her an odd look before mummering.

"Yes Lieutenant... Just let us know when this work starts then..."
Turning on a heel, he fallows smite away from the fire, pausing to take a sip from his canteen. Much to his own disappointment, it was only water. "

Frak It... they eye must have fried her brain..."

Said only when safely away from her range of hearing.

Vuur had watched the woman closely, his eyes falling over her in silent observation. At first, noting her patience, putting up with his own salute, then he had noted her near inhuman patience, putting up with Smites own cowardly bumbling, his desperate attempt to slide his way of work. However, the final test was Jose, who dared to fancy himself a ladysman. At this note, he noted her pride, she had worked for her rank, she had strived to prove her worth, and even payed a price possibly. Her eye. He would grin vividly as she snaps at his Driver, he may just take a liking to the small women, for that action alone.

Planning starts in his own mind, he could work threw the night finding supply with little issue, his Bionics capable of keeping him running effectively for up two four days without sleep, though it would stress them, however he would likely work alone. Jose would likely resent her, and he would be lucky if Smite even showed up tomorrow. Inwardly he scowls at this.

"Going to have to shift threw some of these old buildings, break some windows, cut threw the doors... Maybe Pry nails from some of the ruined floors... might as well make Jose useful, raid his Booze for those Molotovs.”

He also contemplates using his own supply of old mining charges, while they weren't made to be used in war, they certainly could be. He would have to think on this a bit more, he had always kept the charges, assuming he would one day need them. Being a bit paranoid and indecisive in his choice of using them, the old case he kept them in hadn't been opened for years.

For better or worse, he becomes so lost in these thoughts, and falls silent, even as Regias moved to stand next to him, and only to shaking his head polite in response to her ask for questions, as if to say.


. In the last few months, he had grown fond of the small man, while they had little in common, he had shown basic respect to Vurr, something he returned.

Starting to Fallow the man away from the fire. Vuur Pauses to glance over his shoulder at the Bionic Lieutenant, speaking in a clam tone, His deep baritone voice again devoid of emotion, but the words said would suggest a minor twinge of respect.

"Yes Ma'ma, I'll see to it we scrounge supply's up tonight, you should try to get some sleep as well."

Nodding his head down slightly in final motion, he moves to catch up with Rigais, not a hard feat for him, due to the length of his own legs. Apon catching up with the man, he moves his hands calmly behind his back, entwining bionic fingers with his natural ones. As he had done throughout the entire encounter with Simona. Chuckling softly as Rigais attempts to kill himself by daring to drink the home made booze, it is was odd sound, due to the metallic twinge in his voice.

”That may work, but then again, I suspect they are better at holding down booze than you.”

He mused softly, his tone a low one, amongst a man he may consider to be a friend, he doesn’t attempt to mask the emotion in his voice. He is highly bemused.

At the small flurry of questions, the man pauses. Breaking the grip of his hands to raise his bionic fingers to his chin, at the same time, he hooks the thumb of his human hand in the pocket of his suspenders.

”She may, if you ask with utter respect, and earn some before doing so...I believe.... the largest issue between the ranks is the separation of units types. However, are all all part of his will, and both unties, are in fact his hammer.”

He pauses and closes his eyes, reflecting on words he had learned as a child, Telemachus had always had a deep faith in the God Emperor, and had never shied away from showing it.

”For now, there will be discontent between the ranks... but once the fighting starts, we will be wielded together, for if one thing has proven to unite men, and women, and humans on the whole in the past...”

He pauses to glance down at the smaller man.

”It has been war.”

He continues after a moment of silence.

”Until then... a bit of basic respect for those who die In mass for the emperor would go a long way on our part... not only are they Soldiers, they are ‘Women.’ Equality is important to them... as is their pride.”

Inwardly, he thinks about the one eyed Lieutenant, for she is the prime example of what he speaks about. If anything, respect is due to the women who had the balls to sock a Captain in the jaw... though under any other situation, she would have been dead hours ago...