The Emperor's Work - OPEN AND ACCEPTING

[bhaus]

Gideon picked up his pack and started to head down the hall, with each step he began to think about what had just happened. what did he mean 'further along'his pace slowed even furtherwho was he keeping an eye out for? and why was he the only one to need to use deadly force to get here? He placed his pack on a nearby bed, stopped and stared for awhile considering possible reasons for his questions. one conclusion he came to was that he despised being kept in the dark about things that concern the well being of his life and being played like a puppet. first the notice to check out the ship, then the Inquisitor having them do his dirty work, now this. snapping out of his rage fueled focus he took out his bolter, made sure it was loaded and took the safety off, he chuckled as he saw what was left of his reflection in the faded gunmetal and saidto hell with it, better to die running into battle than running away from it he then started to make his way out back to meet up with Virune  

[lord-kensington]

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BornStellarMakesEternal

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Kreiger got out the chair and took his pack into the bunkroom. He looked at himself in a grimy mirror that was on the wall at one side of the room, he would need to dirty up some, his overalls were too clean for someone posing as a hardened veteran. He looked at the remaining dregs in his beer glass and with a sigh tipped it down his front, he then lay on the floor and rolled around, collecting dirt and grime from the floor. Brushing off the excess he returned to the mirror. 'That's better.' he thought.

He returned to the group, 'So Virune, what did you find out?' he said ignoring the puzzled looks from his fellow 'mercs'.

((sorry for the delay guys))  

[Sven Bergfalk]

Kinkaid sat quietly at the meeting location and waited for the others to gather. he raised an eyebrow at Kreiger as he dirtied up his outfit, reaching in to his pouches Kinkaid produced a tin of grease paint and passed it over. " if your going for grunge you cant do much better than a mess of grease" he said as he unscrewed the lid and took a healthy dollop and smeared it over his armor giving the already patchwork looking armor a cover of grime. snorting with distaste, he thought of how many bullets a commissar would put in his skull if they saw the sight of his uniform now.though this was more in line with what people come to expect from mercenaries, functional but not much on presentation.