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Trooper Naya Gachorgo

"Whatever happens, we have got the blessings of the Emperor and the Omnissiah. They have not."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by The 275th

Description

Soldier's Particulars
To be completed on day of inauguration by attached Commissar.
Name: Naya Gachorgo - Sex (M/F)
Serial Number: 3549216-0970326
Rank: Private
Grade: II
Height: 1.75 m
Weight: 95 kgs
Distinguishing Marks: N/A
Age: 27
Born (Place) (Date): Vostroya, Strimgrandt, Stringrandt Subsector, Segmentum Obscurus, 963.M41
Company Number/Name: The 275th Imperial Legionnaires
Watch code: Trap

Soldier's Medical Details
To be compiled after full examination by platoon chief medic, in conjunction with any existing and available medical archives.
Previous Ailments: N/A
Disabilities: N/A
Prosthetic/Mechanical Limbs/Organs/Compensators: N/A
Time of Application: N/A
Assimilation Procedure: N/A
Convalescence Duration: N/A
Psychosis Level: Stable
Psychic Profile: Negligable

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List of Attire

  • Combat Fatigues
  • Shirt
  • Undershirt
  • Underclothes
  • Greatcoat
  • Rain Overalls
  • Combat boots and laces
  • Full body flak armour
  • Webbing
  • Leg gaiters
  • Belt and holsters
  • Bandolier
  • Field rucksack w/straps
  • Helmet w/micro bead pick-up

List of Arms/Ammunition/Maintenance of
  • Long pattern Vostroyan Lasgun
  • Spare power packs X4
  • Long pattern bayonet/combat knife w/sheath
  • Autopistol w/5 spare clips and holster
  • Frag grenades X4
  • Blessed Range Finder
  • Lasgun maintainance kit, consisting of-
    • Blessed Sight Calibrator
    • Sanctioned cleaning agent
    • Oiling agent
    • Bottle of Sacred Unguent of Cleansing
    • Bottle of Sacred Oil of Lubrication
    • Tin of Blessed Sealing Wax
    • Blessed soft-cloth for swabbing
    • Muzzle rod and swab
    • Holy toolbox w/repair instruments
    • Spare lasgun stock (engraved with icon of faith)
    • Spare lasgun barrel (engraved with icon of true-shot)

List of Tools
  • 9-70 entrenching tool
  • Hand axe
  • Multi-purpose tool kit
  • Standard issue lamp-pack
  • Holy Tool-kit of the Omnissiah

List of Medical Supplies
  • Standard swabs
  • Salt tablets
  • Water purifying tablets
  • Food supplement tablets
  • Guard issue medi-pack consisting of-
    • Guaze/bandages (blessed)
    • Vein clamps (Sterilized)
    • Lotion of embalm
    • Phials of morphia X4
    • Sterilized fluid of cleansing
    • Cleansed surgical grapple
    • Synth-skin canister
    • Sanctioned insect repellant
    • Blessed lotions, acids, alkali, medical tonics, tablets and internal cleansers (for enema administration)

List of Other Items
  • Sand bags X4
  • Mess kit (spoon, knife, fork, mug, tray)
  • Canteen
  • Collapsible Water bag
  • Canvas sack
  • Blanket
  • Sleep bag
  • Field glasses
  • Gas respirator w/ Morius Mk. VIII filter
  • Spare boot laces
  • Dry rations
  • Dog tags
  • Tent w/pole, rope and pins
  • Whistle
  • Imperial Infantryman's Uplifting Primer
  • Adhesive tape
  • Tinder box
  • Grooming kit, consisting of-
    • White soap
    • Dry scrub brush
    • Shaving brush
    • Razors X2
    • Toothbrush
    • Tooth powder

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Trooper Naya Gachorgo's Story

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Trooper Naya Gachorgo continues giving Maxwell that sort-of-dubious look, letting his hand hang out in the open. She, being a technically illegal member of the Firstborne, never really picked up much in the way of social graces. "Trooper Naya Gachorgo of the 275th Imperial Legion," she responds in a defensive tone, as if wondering why he was talking to her. Rather than offering her hand, she places it to her left shoulder in the vague shape of a wing.

Gabriel smiles somewhat in response to the Assassin. That was some professionalism he didn't expect to find outside the Officio Assassinatorium. Hell, for all he knew this man was a member of said organization, but it didn't bear bringing up. Offering the auspex, he presses a button to show the picture of a man dressed in some ways similar to his own, though bearing considerably more fluff and medallions. "Simply put that to your eye for the picture. That man is self-declared Lord General of this sector. He is falsely representing the Holy Emperor and, much as that name may mean nothing to you, is a grave danger to your society. That said, he has initiated war on me and my men, and I do not have the means to combat him in more than a single spark of flame amidst a sea of nothing." He seemed ready to go on, though he would let the Assassin digest that first.

Sweepers (and several of the others) looked rather pleased that the woman, randomly appearing as she had, accepted his challenge. "Good, good! It should be normal I think. Give me your mechadendrite, and we shall see if it bests my brawn!" He did not mention how he had been given augmetic enhancements to allow him to carry his massive Heavy Bolter, sitting casually on the floor next to him, but one might assume he was relying on more than just muscular strength.

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"My... eyes?" Naya seemed perplexed by the notion that her simple organic eyes had drawn the attention of another person. Of course, she was of the belief that the Human form was to eventually become obsolete to mechanicals, but still. "I see," she answers, pun completely unintended. "Thank you," she adds, seeming uncomfortable, but somewhat flattered that a civilian had sought to approach her for some physical interest.

Gabriel scratches his chin somewhat, figuring that the Assassin might be at odds with his device. "It's the only solid evidence I have at the moment. I represent the Imperium of Man, ruled by the Most Holy God-Emperor of Mankind," he says at length. "As far as the technology he has with him, you may look at my men for evidence of that." Looking towards his men- arrayed as they were with armament ranging from humble Lasguns to the Melta, capable of melting starship hulls, it was something of an idea. "He also has with him corrupted Sisters of Battle, who wear power armor and wield Bolt-pistols and more, probably. His numbers I do not know- but cut off the head and the body dies, as they say, and in no place is it more true than Traitor Guard." At this point he seemed to be ranting more than anything, angered by the audacity of his foe. "In our last 'engagement' he had possibly two dozen men in reserves, but they seem to be Warp tainted and have the ability to teleport."

"I am ready," Sweepers declares loudly, slamming the arm opposite Naria's own down on its elbow to the table. Flexing his fingers in turn, he fixes his gaze on Naria's own. His opposite hand, he places for leverage where he intended to send Naria's cybernetic arm. "The loser is first to move placing arm, or to have fighting arm placed! I am ready when you are," he adds menacingly.

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Trooper Naya Gachorgo gives a rather genuine, if mostly unnoticeable smile. "Amasec. Or perhaps something local? I do not know," she decides at last. "Something for each of us. Maybe some food too? If money is no object," she adds, thinking this might actually work to her advantage if she played her cards right.

Gabriel actually felt much more at ease than he expected from the question. "Of course I know I am on the 'good' side. I serve Him and Him alone. This... Heretic knows nothing of the Imperial Creed, and has no respect for His Own Commissariat, among other things. I would be here all night if I told you all the reasons they are Heretics." With that out of the way, he composes himself slightly. "If he returns from the grave then I will have all the confirmation I need of his warp-taint to acquire allies to my cause. For now, all I need to know is your rate, and whether I can truly afford it. I will assume for the sake of argument I can, and pay you more for each of his advisers and ranking bodyguards you kill as well."

The force applied to his own arm was proving a strain for Sweepers; after all, he'd been used to lugging the massive weapon he carried around, not bench-lifting it. Though he might start trying that, seeing as he was putting himself under strain, and was clearly not the strongest person in the room anymore. Nevertheless, he wasn't about to give up, though he had lost a few precious inches. Without moving his placed arm, he uses it to get himself some leverage and push back, the augmented muscles in his back and spine providing a boost. Even through all the strain, he had a look of pure bliss on his face, having found a worthy opponent for his (admittedly not entirely natural) muscles.

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"Mm," Naya responds, feeling perhaps the slightest bit of remorse for her attempt to take advantage of the man. "I will spend some time with you then, as that does seem to be your intent, doesn't it?" She had fixed her eyes on Maxwell, this time paying closer attention to him. "So what is it about my eyes you find so... enchanting," she wonders at him, placing a slender (gloved) hand to her mask-covered chin. She was all but ignoring the titanic battle going on nearby.

A grunt came from Sweepers as more pressure was applied to him, his arm being forced back more as sweat began to bristle from his pores; the respite in her pressure was enough for him to try and force it back, taking advantage of the momentary release. "I'm just getting started," he counters with a deep, boisterous laugh; it was obviously guff, seeing as he was putting damn near all of his strength behind his arm at this point, but it's the little victories.

Having completed his business with, what he felt to be quite a success, Gabriel turns to see the battle taking place over at his table. A few of the soldiers were cheering the combatants on, with a 'Show him/her who's boss' here, and 'Crush the frakking son of a grox,' there. "Seems the lads are getting on well with the locals," he decides reflectively, his mood much improved by the hope that his adversary would soon be dead, as light as it might make his pockets. Charles, who had been keeping an eye on the fight, nods in agreement, grinning to himself.

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Trooper Naya Gachorgo couldn't help but redden somewhat at the sheer amount of flattery being laid upon her by Maxwell. It wasn't normal for her, after all, being an aspiring Techpriest, she was used to repressing her emotions to be more like her fellow Cultists, who more often than not have the emotions removed first thing. "Thank you," she responds as casually as possible, rubbing her index finger and thumb together idly. She wondered what kind of drink had been ordered for her, though figured that she would find out soon enough.

The arm-wrestling ended abruptly when, seeming to have unanimously decided without speaking a word, both Sweepers and the woman (who, they would only realize after she left had not introduced herself seeing as nobody asked,) decided to call it a draw. After which the woman up and left, seeming to have had something important to attend.

With the epic conflict of strength and wills having been brought to a sudden conclusion, most of the men (and Luna) were quite disappointed as Gabriel and Charles made their way back over. "Sweepers, why'd you quit," Marcus asks, punching the man in the shoulder (an act he would only do now, after he had put such a strain on himself.) In response, the man laughs. "It was a good fight, why destroy eachother when we can fight again?"

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Trooper Naya Gachorgo couldn't say she'd ever tried white wine, though when it arrived she was rather curious with it; then she remembered from a few nights back the familiar smell, something a so-called Queen had provided for all of them. It was a rather bit too sweet for her tastes, though she would oblige the man and drink it. On his request, she nods a bit. "Well, I can't exactly drink in this thing, can I?" With that, she snaps the holding straps on one side of the mask, allowing it to fall from her face and slip it over her head.

Her standing features were complimented rather nicely by a set of luscious, wide lips and a moderately sized button of a nose, not to mention the same soft, pale complexion that matched the rest of her face. She was smiling somewhat nervously all things considered (being courted as she felt she might be under the process of is after all strange for a Guardsman,) the faint rosy hue to her cheeks staying right where it was as she lifted the arrived glass to her lips.

Gabriel and the others were a bit surprised at having suddenly been brought a fair supply of the local flavor, having been paying no attention at all to the fact that Naya was entertaining herself with one of the patrons. Assuming it was Charles' order having finally been brought to them, they go about drinking rather jovially (with the exception of Luna who, being given wine, stole Marcus' stronger drink and then was happy.)

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Trooper Naya Gachorgo couldn't say she'd ever tried white wine, though when it arrived she was rather curious with it; then she remembered from a few nights back the familiar smell, something a so-called Queen had provided for all of them. It was a rather bit too sweet for her tastes, though she would oblige the man and drink it. On his request, she nods a bit. "Well, I can't exactly drink in this thing, can I?" With that, she snaps the holding straps on one side of the mask, allowing it to fall from her face and slip it over her head.

Her standing features were complimented rather nicely by a set of luscious, wide lips and a moderately sized button of a nose, not to mention the same soft, pale complexion that matched the rest of her face. She was smiling somewhat nervously all things considered (being courted as she felt she might be under the process of is after all strange for a Guardsman,) the faint rosy hue to her cheeks staying right where it was as she lifted the arrived glass to her lips.

Gabriel and the others were a bit surprised at having suddenly been brought a fair supply of the local flavor, having been paying no attention at all to the fact that Naya was entertaining herself with one of the patrons. Assuming it was Charles' order having finally been brought to them, they go about drinking rather jovially (with the exception of Luna who, being given wine, stole Marcus' stronger drink and then was happy.)

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Trooper Naya Gachorgo sniffs in amusement for lack of anything better to do in response to the flattery, though she still had that almost smile on her face; after all, she'd lived her life being treated (usually) as a man, so the off-times where she actually got treated like a woman were sort of nice.

To the question, she looks to the rest of the Squad, who were busy drinking in relative silence, with the exception of Gabriel and Charles who were apparently talking shop. "Well, what would you like to know about them," Naya asks somewhat guardedly. She didn't want to drop anything incriminating, after all.

Sweepers, having finally noticed someone else was addressing him, looks up to Zach from his seat; he still looked rather drained from the confrontation with the cyborg, but still well pleased. "That I do," he admits freely. "I used to have three other lads who helped me carry and fire it, but they're all dead now."

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"I'm sure," Naya replies, looking back towards Maxwell with drooping eyelids; rather inadvertently giving him a seductive gaze. "Well, quite simply these men and I are the remnants of a destroyed Battlegroup that was caught in the warp and beset by Daemons." Her accent and the way she told the story made it sound like she was joking or embellishing it in a way, as did the half-smile and drooping eyelids she was favoring Maxwell with. "Out of the, mmm... eighty-thousand some odd army, we're all that is left, to my knowledge." And she certainly bore an interesting view of her comrades mortality, it seemed.

Sweepers snorts in amusement to the child's response. "I do not think you could, though I do not ask you to try, lest you hurt yourself." Setting himself as a great role-model, he takes a long swig of his alcohol at that point, then laughs. He did make sure, however, to heft the gun onto the table behind him with a great heave, setting it down with a loud thump.

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Trooper Naya Gachorgo shrugs, taking another small sip from the glass. "Not really myself. I follow the Commissar and the Sergeant, who lead us all to the Emperor's will and the Omnissiah's blessing. Beyond that, I simply follow orders." Giving him a slightly wider smile, she adds, "And that includes not telling outsiders of our plans. So instead, tell me more of yourself... Maxwell."

If Sweepers wasn't afraid of crushing the poor child's head, he would have smacked him for touching his Blessed weapon. Nevertheless the boy obviously failed, and so he favors him with a weary look. "And you are very annoying young Zach," Sweepers decides with a slight laugh. Marcus chimes in with; "Yeah. You need the Emperor's Strength levied upon you." It might have sounded like a threat from him.

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"Oil," Naya asks with a high note of curiosity. "What kind of oil? I have been running low on my Sacred Oil of Lubrication," she notes with some enthusiasm, which was a tone unheard from her thus far. Composing herself however, her expression dims a bit. "I suppose that is not what you make though. Still, I am sure it pleases your Machine Spirits to have access to such a large quantity of oil on this world?" She either didn't notice or didn't care from the direction of the conversation about Maxwell's slip of the tongue.

Sweepers grins menacingly down at the boy, who appeared to be intimidated. "Oh, I did not lose, young one. We agreed on a draw, for a worthy opponent she was; the kind of woman that makes you want to make her your own, am I right lads?" Looking around the table, he gets a few affirmations, most notably from Marcus and Calvin.

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Trooper Naya Gachorgo nods somewhat, the interested light in her eyes dying somewhat. "Mm, yes. Your Earth is different than our own," she admits, though shrugs it off. "So this is why money is no object to you, hmm? And why you spend your time in seedy taverns, attempting to swoon exotic outsiders," she goes on to ask, influencing her tone to sound more exotic in response, while resting her face on her hand. If nothing else she at least knew a few little tricks to use here and there on men.

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Trooper Naya Gachorgo chuckles, a warm and fluid sound that leaves her like honey dripping from the comb as she shifts her head to avert her eyes and cover her face somewhat; that rosy hue had never left her cheeks, though it grew a little bit there. While the mention of parties and strip clubs wasn't of particular interest to her, she had to admit the man was charming her. "Maybe," she decides to say. "Maybe not. We'll see, Maxwell." Turning from him back to the table, she takes another brief sip of the wine as she reflects on how... giddy she was feeling. It was almost unnatural, but it didn't feel corrupting at least.

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Trooper Naya Gachorgo eventually looks back at Maxwell with a more sobered expression, having conjured something sufficient to at least tone down her mood overload a little. "It sounds like such a boring life, parties and work," she laments for him. "But, ah, I suppose you do not find the same things fun that I do," she adds with a wider grin and the shadow of a wink.

All this time, Gabriel and the rest of the men had been busying themselves with Maxwell's provided drinks, with the other glass of wine left mostly untouched (Gabriel had handed his drink off to Marcus by this time). Having been in the bar for several hours by then, he stands and reflects on the day; all in all it had been widely successful for him. The troops had gotten acquainted with some locals (and after a glance at Naya, rather well at that), and he got the first phase of his plan underway.

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"Oh, I am sure you have," Naya remarks teasingly. "Though I do not think you have experienced the joys of snapping an Ork's neck? Or perhaps the more tame entertainment of stripping and assembling a las-gun." Her expression was more decidedly flirtatious, with her deep, dark brown eyes almost mocking Maxwell for not being a soldier even as her full, pout lips invited him in with the gentle smirk she wore.

"275th, time to head out," Gabriel decides rather suddenly. Most of the men were finished drinking by this point, and the few that were not were pouring what remained into small flasks hidden here and there on their persons; the other glass of wine had gone untouched.

Looking over her shoulder at Gabriel, Naya stands and, rather impressively slips her Morius filter back onto her face in a time of less than four seconds, if anyone was keeping track. "This is where we part ways then, Maxwell," she says with a noticeable hint of disappointment.

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Trooper Naya Gachorgo was still not much for social graces, like casual touching or that sort. "Perhaps we will meet again. And, a word of advice..." Leaning over a bit, she whispers in a slightly husky tone to him. "Names are power, Maxwell, and I have more over you than you of me so far." She couples this with a wink before righting herself and following the rest of the men out of the bar.

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Five troopers made their way through the underbrush of the forest. They had been wandering, more or less aimlessly, since the last incident that cut them off from even more of their squad; but the nearby trail of smoke, and the aircraft that preceded it, was cause enough for them to change course and make way for the wreckage.

When they reached it, they were still in a delicate formation with a roughly three-meter distance from one another. All were armed, wary, with their weapon of choice.

"Trap, Torch, move forward," ordered a gravelly-voiced man. He gestured towards the ship with his sword, a toothy device that growled with the sound of an idle chainsaw.

The two indicated troopers made their way forward with care. Leading the way was- probably- a man, though distinct features were indistinguishable due to the full body greatcoat, and the face covering gas-mask. He approached the downed vessel with his flamer held carefully.

Following at a close distance was another figure in a greatcoat, albeit with a much more slender profile, visible eyes, and a smaller weapon in the form of a long Lasgun.

The other two- one wearing some manner of pilot's getup, and the other hefting a cumbersome looking backpack- had remained in flanking positions, in case it was some manner of trap.

"There's someone inside, Wheel," a voice reported from the gas-mask wearing trooper. It was muffled to a point of being near inaudible, but apparently the man giving orders heard well enough.

"Looks simple enough to pop off. Trap, cover me." With the flow of one well versed in handling such a weapon, the man called Torch slid the flamer onto his back, dangling by its fuel hose. Climbing up onto the front of the craft, he took a moment to get his gloved fingers underneath the releases, and popped it open.

"Oh bloody fucking shit," he grumbled, seeing the occupant inside. He tossed the window to the ground and reached for his flamer.

"Cool it, Torch," the leader demanded, making his way forward. That Torch wasn't immediately set upon by some manner of horrible alien or Daemon or something meant good things. Or at least, not bad things. "What is it?"

"It's a fucking xeno, Wheel." He stood up and pointed at the prone, unconscious form of Gatta. In a moment, 'Wheel', the leader, had made his way up the nose of the craft and was looking in as well.

His hardened expression shifted to something more puzzled. "Huh," he said aloud. "No, that's not a xeno. That's a Felinid."

"A what," asked a decidedly female voice, from 'Trap'. She too began to make her way onto the nose of the escape ship.

"A Felinid, an Abhuman. I read about them once," Wheel goes on, patting Torch's flamer down. "Imperial Citizens, albeit from a single planet."

"Fuck," Torch exclaimed. "So even if we are back in our dimension, Warp knows where this Felinid planet is."

"Carlos McConnell," Wheel said in response. A blank look from Torch elicited the further explanation, "That's the name of the planet."

"All due respect, that's not an Imperial designed ship," the pilot-looking fellow states, also approaching to pay closer attention to the vessel itself. "If it is... 'Felinid', they're using unsanctioned tech."

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There were voices around, somewhat distant in his mind, but the ace pilot Gatta Rekai was stirring all the same. One eye flicked open like a cat half-waking just to observe its surrounding only for the membrane to swipe across as lid fell shut once more. A twitch of his ear gave way more evidence that he was still alive, though the breathing could have made it obvious. Probably one of the big cultural differences between Kalar and other species was their lack of clothing. It was completely impractical, unnecessary and tended to snag on claws. The only form of identifying clothing on the feline was a single collar around his neck which served a dual purpose of showing his rank and dealing with fleas.

One paw fumbled across his chest for the belt buckle, depressing the button which allowed it to release and free him while one corner of his mouth tugged up unhappily. At five foot two and sporting soft fur he was far from an intimidating sight, but even the slimmest of wildcats could be a terror when startled.

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The Guardsmen weren't the only people the strange ship garnered attention from. Major Kusanagi was making a routene patrol run from the nearby safe-house. With the Umibozu under Shimizu's command tracking her, and the Princess down the Major had to be extra careful of the surroundings of their safe-house.

Roughly a dozen or so meters away, nestled atop a tree branch, the Major watched through the scope of her Seburo MN-23 assault rifle.

She watched the alien ship, and the Guardsmen that approached it carefully, squeezing one eye shut to gain a better look, and adjusting the gain on the weapon's microphone to garner a better sense of conversation.

The Major was using traitional camouflage, clad in an Aschen Empire woodland series camouflage.

Shifting her stance, she had to get closer so she could get a better look, pulling away from the scope, she let herself fall silently from the treetop, crouching in the foliage and shrubbery to try and get closer to the Guardsmen and the alien ship.

Slowly and surely, and nearly utterly silently the Major crept closer, closing the distance with a slow and methodical pace.

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The debate among the Guardsmen as to what it was they were looking at, and the state of its technology, was more or less brought to a halt when the four that were actually at the ship itself noticed its sole occupant stirring.

"It's awake Sir," Torch noted with dour precision. "You want me to do my job before it gets loose and mauls us all, or no?" He sounded bitter at this point, not solely because technically speaking he was losing the debate.

"No, Torch, leave it be," Wheel retorted. "Let me have a chat with it, if it even speaks Gothic."

They switched positions easily enough, with Torch sliding off the side of the shuttle and glaring at the nearby shrubberies, and Wheel crouching in front of the window with his rumbling sword held idly in front of himself across his knees. "Hell-o," he started softly, ready in case the thing- apparently unaware of him thus far- turned hostile.

"I am call-ed Char-els. I am Man. Who are you?" His words were slow and deliberate, ensuring that if the thing did speak Gothic, or one of its similar dialects like ancient english, it might understand him.


While Charles spoke to the thing under watch from Trap and the Pilot, Torch stared at the ground and mumbled, apparently annoyed. Thus it was that only the one wearing the heavy backpack and carrying a simple las-gun and keeping a hand near to his blade was the only one truly paying close attention to their surroundings.

The man had a dull, almost bored expression on his face, but despite this he was quite watchful; as the sole communications source of the unit, he had to be prepared to alert everyone to changing events.

They had been in this forest for only two days, but the Vox-trooper had quickly become attuned to the sounds around him. It was his only real talent, disseminating sounds from one another. Quite useful in the loudness of the battlefield.

At the moment his particular skills were geared towards the South. The local wildlife had been silent since the craft came down, spooked he supposed. Their sounds were picking up again, but the south was not as loud as the rest. Did that perhaps mean another survivor, jettisoned from impact? Or they were being watched from that location?

Paranoia was another of the man's particular traits. A less useful skill for someone who must bring precise information to allied forces, but useful nonetheless. "Sergeant, we might have company soon," he stated, his voice dull and almost emotionless.