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Eagle Ordinary

Talon: Has anyone seen my Yarrick? 
Hobbs: Have you tried voxxing Armageddon?
Talon: /Haha./ Get out.

Better than Paperwork

This is one of the few bits of roleplay from the game I actually still have, and it still blows my mind that he went with it. Friggen Holt is the best. Here, have a excerpt of the original thing, unedited from it's posted-to-each-other-periodically-on-mobile form, so excuse the rough edges. We'd never thought we'd be sharing it with thousands of folks years later.

You'll note Brinton wasn't originally there- we ended up changing some things around for narrative's sake.


Talon catches Ruce eyeing Brinton quietly for a moment before the grin returns to his face as they make their way towards the officers' quarters. Once inside, the halls seem far emptier than just days before. Pvt.s Mojgan and Raggadot stand at attention outside of the room and snap Talon a quick salute before stepping aside. Hobbs sits feet up at the desk swirling a glass of wine. He shoots an obvious wink to Ruce, then a subtler one to Talon as Ruce begins to eye the cellar door and the heavy lock and chain it has been fitted with. A soft scrabbling sound emanates from the wine cellar. Hobbs gets to his feet and snaps a salute before tossing Talon a large key before excusing himself and his glass of wine from the room. "He seems like a trustworthy fellow, how long has he been hanging out with your friends?"

Talon couldn't help but admire the efficiency of it all, nodding to Hobbs on the way past as he caught the key out of mid air. "Who? Private Hobbs?" He asks absently, fidgeting with the lock. "He was assigned to watch duty a while back, the Unseen Sons have proven themselves indispensable on our recon missions."

Out of the corner of his eye, Talon sees Ruce's face go grey as he begins fiddling with the lock, "I've had the chance to speak with them on occasion, seem like a standup sor- wait, thought you said he killed a gaurd... You uh.. You haven't... has it, I mean, he been confined to quarters in there? Or has he been wandering around h- frak!" Ruce jumps as the scrabbling from the cellar is replaced by a shriek "HELLO FRIENDS, WOULD YOU LIKE A BLESSING OF THE OMNISSIAH"

((Talon: Oh my throne
((fuck,a ahahaha
Talon has to slap a hand over his own mouth as he tips his head down the ladder. "D-don't worry. He's quite harmless. Hasn't hurt a fly."

"Of course... just a crazy old man, but why the lock then?"

"There's something about him that's odd, we're till questioning him, but he's not forthcoming."
"But, you wanted to speak to him was it? I've my errand to run, just don't head down there and you should be fine."

Ruce barely holds back a wince at the sound of a soft scratching from the other side of the door, ".....FRienDS??"
He forces a smile, "Got it, heh, definitely seems like I won the bet though, crazy old man..."

((Talon: Holy shit, Holt.
((Talon: You missed your calling in holopict acting

((He knows

Talon heads over to where Hobbs had lingered, taking him by the shoulder. "Anything else you needed to ask him, or are you done?"

"...Actually, mind if I take a quick look at him?"

"A look?" He glances back, brow perking.

"If you don't mind, kind of curious what the poor old fella looks like."

"You're free to, if you like. But I should probably warn you... guy's got a knack for handing out pendants that make their owner's hair fall out. We're suspecting it's some sort of tech-plague, we're still looking into it."
"But if I were you, I wouldn't get close."

((Or deceive

((31 under 65 base, or 75 if deceive
((Talon's just too much of a good lucking brute to be the sort to tell a lie, of course
((A commissar's word is golden

He gives an almost imperceptible nod at that and wipes his hands on his trousers, even though he has yet to touch anything in the room, "I'll leave that last bit out when I make it back. Thanks for the hand Talon, I'll be sure to send one of the bottles of Amasec your way."

"Cheers." Talon smirks at him and nods his head, waiting besides Hobbs for him to take his leave.

Hobbs silently eyes Ruce as he briskly walks away, waiting until the sound of his boots fade, "Would've had an extra glass ready if I'd known it was him coming. He's the fella who dropped these off for us." Hobbs pats a new looking, modified pattern las pistol on his belt."

"Well well well." Should have thought as much." Talon turns, heading back over to the cellar door to squat down at the edge of it. "Nicely done, Sir. I think you missed your calling in the holofilms."

"Not another word Commissar. Now the door, if you would be so kind"

Talon undoes the latch and opens it up, extending a hand down to him. "Looks like we just found one of our rats, he was pretending to be a naval officer out of Scintillia, but I bet you anything he's with the trader."

Holt grasps Talon's hand, a bottle of amasec firmly gripped in the other and a lho stick between his lips, "Excellent work, although I think it's safe to say the lieutenant may have to change his quarters for a short while."

Talon pulls him up, looking over the robes with the slightest hint of a grin before closing the cellar door with the heel of his boot. "The cog's good, goes with the eye. Every think of converting?" He glances back to Hobbs. "That guy? Ruce? Get to know him, make him think we're in his pocket. I want to know where he's going, where he's been, and where he's planning on taking a shit."
"...metaphorically speaking."

Hobbs drains the last of the amasec from the glass before taking a bow and stalking after Ruce. Holt tosses his bundled disguise out the door to Ragaddot and turns to Talon, "I believe the expression I had used had included Not, Another and Word." The scar makes it hard to tell if it's a grin or a grimace. "In any case, this certainly was illuminating. Make whatever preparations you deem necessary, I shall be reporting to Ordinate Krugarmann. Tell the lieutenant to included these, expenditures *glancing at the empty glass on the desk and bottle in his hand*, in his next requisition request."

Talon's back straightens instantaneously, his half-open mouth pursing while he made a -zip- gesture across his lips. The junior commissar's head bobbed in affirmation at Holts orders, and though his lips were sealed- he couldn't help but crack the slightest smile. He looked nearly in tears from the effort of trying to keep it together, something particularly funny having struck him.

Holt's good eye narrows at Talon, "Good day then, /Junior/ Commissar." As he breaks eye contact and marches out of the room, his grin/grimace appears to widen.

Talon clears his throat and tilts his head down, sheepishly averting his gaze. "Thank you sir, truly, that was rather excellent. Felt like I was pulling one over with my brother again."
"Didn't think I had much shenanigans to be had without him."

Holt pauses at the door, "I suppose that was meant as a complement. That was indeed somewhat exciting, but courage here *pats bolt pistol* shall be waiting if word gets out of our little ruse." As Holt leaves he looks back and closes his good eye for a moment. The scar makes it hard to tell if it was a wink or a threatening blink.

((he named it Courage... Oh. Holt.))
((bless him.

((Subtle he is not

Talon couldn't help but grin as he nodded. "I suppose I'd better go murder hobbs then, just in case." He muttered to himself, following Holt out and making off to the mechanicus sanctuary. Quietly, he muttered a prayer, he didn't know how much more intrigue he could handle in one day. /I thought I was signing up for line morale, not the bloody Inquisiton. They should pay me more./ Talon moped glumly

April 9th, 2017, 10:01 pm
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April 10th, 2017, 6:36 am

Oh...why? Why Yarrick?

April 10th, 2017, 7:40 am

@Gonfrask: Hobbs: Where for art thou, Yarrick?
Talon: STOP.

April 10th, 2017, 8:03 pm

@peachpunk: It's obviously the Blood Ravens doing who else would steal it?, The Rogue Trader?

April 17th, 2017, 10:40 am

@LordOfWar867: Care to repeat that?

April 20th, 2017, 6:19 am

@Brother-Captain Revan: gladly, Blood Ravens always known to swipe things not bolted down lol (joking), didnt expect the lord commissar to swipe something lol

April 10th, 2017, 7:47 am

Holt? they roped Holt into this?

Clever boys.

April 10th, 2017, 10:52 am

There's hope for Junior yet.

April 10th, 2017, 12:31 pm

Oh man! I was wondering all week who they'd gotten roped into things, but I sure as hell wasn't expecting Holt. That was *amazing* holy crap. :')

April 11th, 2017, 8:21 am

@Bobert: If doing their job correctly, one never expects the inqui- erm, commissariat.

April 10th, 2017, 3:08 pm

Did he take talon's model?

April 11th, 2017, 8:34 am

@Bagginses: Take? No. The model has been formally requisitioned and acquired for a rite of cleansing and a re-application of properly thinned tinctures. An appropriate display, befitting of such an individual will then be provided. The Junior commissar may submit the required paperwork and petition for this to be located in his quarters

April 11th, 2017, 8:37 am

@Fenstrum: Wait- YOU took him!? Don't you dare strip him! I spent like a whole hour painting him! He's perfect!

April 10th, 2017, 5:58 pm

Well I've just laughed myself to damnation and back, time to go play Dark Heresy; I've got some ideas...

April 11th, 2017, 12:50 am

that was unexpected

April 11th, 2017, 2:11 am

...What in sam hill is holt eating?!

April 11th, 2017, 10:13 pm

@King Renegado: When serving in the guard, one must learn NOT to ask that question. The answer may be more dangerous than it's worth.

Of course it's probably beige flavored too.

April 11th, 2017, 7:45 am

Uh guys? The Server is down for some reason, the message says:
"SQL ERROR [ mysqli ]

php_network_getaddresses: getaddrinfo failed: Name or service not known [2002]"
Is this just me or something else?

April 11th, 2017, 8:13 am

@Cpt. Johannes Wyss von Krieg: I'll look into it as soon as I get to my desk!

April 11th, 2017, 8:24 am

@peachpunk: Now it's back up, seems alright. whatever blessing of the Omnissiah you've invoked, thank you!

April 11th, 2017, 8:34 am

@Cpt. Johannes Wyss von Krieg: As much as I'd like to pretend it was me, I have a feeling my host was just updating their mysql version or some other misc. server maitnence. Should be good to go now!

April 11th, 2017, 10:11 pm

Commissar Holt you may pick up God-Emperor Acting Award at anytime. (We should call it a Goddy)

Of course your Junior Commissar's Painting may or may not be Heretical if painted poorly. You may need to take a closer look...

April 15th, 2017, 7:37 am

Holy Emperor! I blown up a commisar!

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