Tarsus para bellum

[helvorn]

Dzofin

Dzofin's grenade bursts against and blows through what he now understands to be a foldable partition wall for a "party room". There are human cries of pain and alarm from the other side and then a whole mag's worth of autopistol rounds are fired through the newly blasted hole. Curses and fumbling follow the cessation of fire. On approach he can hear an entirely unmilitary and very animated debate over "What to do next...".

"If its Executive Outcomes... that's just...".

"Not for us - we're non executive!"

"Yeah, fek you!" (This is accompanied by a Collace derisory noise).

Example provided: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OwaEPTSRcSw

"Once... a successful workplace re-adjustment has been accomplished there will be a stringent HR review of everyone's fulfilment of their workplace potential!"

"Sod all that! I 'eard a cut off call sayin' it woz Vargr pirates! Bringin' their terrible spices aboard to 'elp 'em eat people!"

Howling, Dzofin bursts dramatically through the hole in the screen and fires a couple rounds into the ceiling (or at anybody threatening him with a weapon). "Surrender now or I will eat your livers humans! I am Dzenae Ungogz of the Kforuzeng!" He is showing teeth and his tail is held high in a dominant position not that the Pinkies would recognize a proper leader. "Face down on the floor now!"

[dongriffiths]

Klaus:

All my teams hold, keep alert.

On the command channel. Colonel, Venner and I have demolition training ready to assist

[Tiglath]

Frank & Kit

Kit finds he can't immediately access the Security Computer but a sawn off shotgun is applied to the security man's ear and he coughs up a pass key and access code.

First Squad secure the corridor junction as Frank comes up with his escort and their trailing "entourage".

SWord still held casually on his shoulder Ragnar ambles casually northwards "Where do they keep their valuables and the good looking women? We'll look up here...". The "bodyguard" move north when a bobbed head at the corridor junction in the next quadrant telegraphs enemy presence. Three or four security men and 1188th trooper move out and light up the corridor. Hard rounds ricochet and a las beam pierces the rising cloud of airborne debris. "Shieldwall!" having both given the command Haraldr Sigurðarson and Ragnar Lothbrok glare at each other. Nevertheless they instantly crouch and lock shields with Freydís Eiríksdóttir. Hard rounds and a las boltstrike deflect off the ceramite face of their defence. Behind them Eiríkr Haraldsson is slower to react and taking a full burst to the chest collapses to his knees. The enemy pour fire on from what must be a belt fed support weapon as Haraldr Sigurðarson raises his voice above the din to recite:
"Up into the overturned keel.
Clamber, with a heart of steel.
Cold is the ocean's spray.
When your death is on its way.
With maidens you have had your way.
Each must die some day!"

Ragnar risks a look around his shield and calls "Freydís til vinstri!" Her arm blurs and the axe thrown flat smashes through a SuSAG man's ballistic face shield removes most of his head and embeds itself in the corridor wall.

Eiríkr Haraldsson gets to his feet and roars incohate primordial rage... and in the process seems to exude spent hard rounds. The torrent of fire slackens and Ragnar calls "Já, núna!" the proto Swordies rise as one and charge. They are preternaturally fast but not as fast as Eiríkr Haraldsson. With a deep deafening roar he is through his comrades in one great bound, landing to scramble forward on both hands and feet he seems to fill the corridor. The view is obstructed by the charging shieldwall but it seems he swats a SuSAG man and the blow is powerful enough to drive his victim's broken body partially through the window into BRIEFING. Haraldr Sigurðarson takes a security man's arm off with his broadsword and then runs him through. As they clear the junction the proto Swordies are lost to view. Screams and gunshots briefly continue then suddenly cease.

The top half of the 1188th trooper flies back around the corner to land, in equal measure, bloodily, messily and lifelessly.

(OOC: Swordy trans service: Freydís to your left!)

More to come per player.