Re: Oldhamer Legacy Crew 2015 ("Arrr!" - Sign Up and Progre
Name: Gunnar Reising
Occupational Specialty: Engineer
Species: Homo Sapiens Rotundus
Former Affiliation: White Hart Forge Guild
Rovald looked up from examining the autopistol he had taken from the dead driver as Oba climbed up next to him in the cab of the Imperial Army hauler. The slightly built man grunted a greeting as he settled into the gunner's seat and fished a pack of tabac inhalants from his top vest pocket, removing one from the pack.
"Shit'll kill you." Rovald started, his eyes remaining on the new guy in the crew. He had done OK in the ambush.
Oba smiled and shrugged as he brought the inhalant up to his lips, activated it and pulled deeply. Rovald went back to wiping the pistol down with a rag. Finishing with it, he performed a quick function check then replaced the magazine. It wasn't a keeper, but it worked and would probably get him a bottle of something in trade.
On the other side of the blast-cracked and dust coated armorplas windscreen, the expanse of flat scrubland stretched out featureless on either side of the dusty dirt road they had stopped the hauler on. Two figures bent over the smoking engine compartment, partially hidden by the armored access panels that had been propped open. The tall and lanky one with a shaved head and tattoo covered skin was gesticulating wildly, speaking loudly and insistently. The other cut a short but powerful figure with a broad chest and shoulders, his grim face covered with a long beard and his thick brown hair pulled up in a topknot. Armpit deep in the engine, he was nodding impatiently and talking slowly to the first man as he worked. A well-worn tool belt was showing under his long tan coat, which covered him from the neck down to his dusty leather boots.
Oba took another long, slow drag. He voiced the obvious question. "They gonna to get this thing moving?" Both men in the cab could plainly see where the armored panels protecting the engine had been pierced in several places.
"Forgeworld Johnny says we're not praying hard enough, the machine spirits are out of sorts and we need to perform some maintenance rituals to appease them" Rovald replied. Both men knew the distress call had gotten out during the ambush. The 99th Luxan Heavy Armored Regiment wasn't far away. If they couldn't fix the hauler they'd have to leave it and the cargo behind. "Gunnar says it's the starter." The dwarf finished with the tool he had been using, returning it to his tool belt and leaning back in to sort through the tangle of wiring with his hands.
"Gunnar is...not quite...right?" Oba asked carefully. During the ambush he had seen the dwarf’s rage and hatred on full display, showing him to be a most ferocious and perhaps too-aggressive warrior. He fought with a violence of action and emotion that had taken Oba by surprise given the practical businesslike manner most pirates operated under. After the shooting ended it had all seemed to melt away.
Rovald sighed and slipped the pistol into the large cargo pocket on his pants leg. "They killed his family, his people. All of them." Oba took a noncommittal pull on the inhalant and Rovald paused, dropping his voice and continuing, “Exterminatus." Oba's brow rose at the last word as he exhaled the vapor from the corner of his mouth and flicked the empty inhalant through the firing port in the armorplas window next to him. A few seconds passed before Rovald filled the silence, "Imperial fleet used virus bombs. Did the whole system and covered it up by saying it was a Tyranid invasion. Order came from Terra, Gunnar says. He's got a grudge."
"Oh." Oba rolled his shirt sleeve down a little further to cover the Planetary Defense Force tattoo on his arm, and took a sudden interest in the heavy stubber mounted in the ring above his seat.
A thud drew both mens' attention back outside. Gunnar was locking down the engine access panels and shot them a quick thumbs up, before turning and jumping down off the hauler. Rovald acknowledged with a nod, closed the battery switch and toggled the auxilliary power unit on. The whine of the engine grew in volume and pitch as it spooled up to startup speed. He turned the fuel on and pressed the start button. The hauler shook and belched smoke as the engine screamed to life.
Rovald checked the side mirror and saw Gunnar and Johnny turn away and start back towards the pirate crew's gun truck. He hit the hauler's siren twice in quick succession to signal his thanks, and Gunnar raised a hand in response without looking back. Rovald continued to watch. As he walked past the surviving convoy guards sitting tied up at the edge of the road, Gunnar paused mid stride to push the closest one over with the bottom of his foot and followed through with a heavy booted kick before continuing past. Eyes back to the dirt track in front of him, Rovald released the brakes and put the hauler in gear. Time to go.
(Axiom, PM inbound.)