Post #2567990 in The Voyages of the U.S.S. Warhammer, a roleplay on RPG

Weslow Rykes
Almost did. he smirked while listening to the rest of the Captain’s praise for the others. It was certainly clear that these were a good group of people.

"Report to your cabins and make sure everything is in order, we have a two-day trip through warp speed to the edge of Deep Space."

Weslow finished his salute and made his way down the hall, stopping in the lift. He had his bags checked in a while ago and wasn’t sure where they were now. With a few clicks to his armband found that they had been delivered to his bunker. Everything except for his gun. Which, for some reason, was still reading that it was being inspected. Wiping it away he said the floor he needed to go to and stood staring for a minute with his arms cross, leaning against the wall. What the hell was taking so long? This should have been finished hours ago and the only reason he could think for why it would be taking this long would be for a mod but he was sure he took it off. ”They better not be touching my baby.” he grumbled stepping off the lift and storming down the hall.

After a couple turns and a few short hallways he was in the armory. ”where’s my rifle?” he shrugged It’s supposed to be with my stuff.”

”Number?”

Number. He thought before quickly swiping over a few panels on his armband. ”Number Four Eight Two dash Seven.”

After a quick search the clerk looked back over to Weslow ”Yeah, that weapon had an unregistered modification. Had to be disassembled. He said placing a box on the counter with what was clearly recognized as his sniper rifle, granted it looked more like a mixed batch of parts.

”Great.” Rolling his eyes he grabbed the box, signed it out and left.

Making his way to his bunker he couldn’t help but berate himself the whole way there. It’s what he got for not checking three times like he normally did. Stepping inside his room he immediately noticed his dufflebag placed on his bed. Cracking his knuckles he placed the box on the floor and sat with it. ”Better get this done.”

Kerstin Wilde

Yup, there’s my reputation. Kerstin knew that would be the first thing to get pointed out.

With the rest of the briefings finished she made her way down to the med bay to get situated with the new equipment. She didn’t bring much with her to begin with so whatever she had brought didn’t matter to her at all. Walking around the room she couldn’t help but touch everything, she good at what she did. Hell she was great at what she did, but when it came to facilities this one definitely topped her list. She had gotten used to being on war torn planets with the threat of doom at every waking hour. This was a pleasant change of pace.

Throughout her walkthrough she remembered several of the machines from various locals she had been stationed at. Of course some of these were newer versions, but they clearly worked the same. The ones she didn’t recognize only took a few button presses to figure out what they did and how they worked. Nothing ever lasted a few button pushes until Kerstin figured out how they worked. Plus her skill for lying simply made her seem like she knew what she was doing when she actually didn’t.

A slight tingle went up her right arm and looking down noticed her middle finger twitching. ”Damnit.” Sitting in the nearest chair she pulled out her kit that she kept with her at all times. Placing her hand firmly on a table. Pressing the center of her hand a small panel opened revealing the wiring of her hand. This is going to hurt. With a deep breath she tightened the joint piece in control of her finger, sending another, sharper jolt up her arm. "Good thing i'm ambidextrous." she sighed through the pain.

Snippet #2567990

located in Galaxy, a part of The Voyages of the U.S.S. Warhammer, one of the many universes on RPG.

Setting

Characters Present

Footnotes