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RP [Tsumi] Volume 1, chapter 1: With overwhelming force

SirSkully

FM of S6
Game Master
Rekkin said nothing as his shoulder was barged, the one horned bull simply gritted his teeth and clenched a fist but he didn't say anything - it was easier this way and he'd learnt that a long time ago, of course it made him mad, it made him angry as it would any other Tsumi but he held his tongue and listened to jaytorr's response. "Heard that story a few times before, same general outcome but different details... all I shall say is that they should have expected nothing less, having betrayed the Sovereign~" Rekkin mused back as his gaze lazily dragged back over to where Marraken and Brax were no doubt still going at each other, his eyes narrowing a bit.

"I do see what you mean, High-born, but every second wasted on bickering is another second used to either run further or bolster their defences, and I doubt it would be the latter so do you really wish to let heretics get away?" he looked between Jaytorr, Horus and Sekhmet with a heavy breath before standing up, helmet in both hands - just standing there for a moment as he contemplated the repercussions of letting Brax follow through with this...
 
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Jack Pine

Staff Member
FM of S6
Game Master
Horus gave a soft grunt as he was reminded of the stigmatizing class distinction, "There are no high, or low born here. All I see are warriors, so let us leave the pointless class bullshit to the politicians. As to answer your question, no we shouldn't be allowing that at all. However, I severely doubt either of them will listen to reason. They've lost focus on what matters here, and that is the enemy. Question we should be asking, is what are our options if any on bringing the mission back into perspective for them."
 

club24

Everything Is Magical
FM of Neshaten
Game Master
“What do you mean? Of course there are high and low born here.” Jaytorr snickered from his position nearby hearing the high born Tsumi talk of equality on the battlefield. “Why, it’s all around you, but you seem to have forgotten your place in the pyramid.” The shorter, somewhat uglier creature walked up and locked eyes with Horus.

“I am filth, you are akin to royalty. By pretending this divide doesn’t exist you’re insulting me and the rest of the low borns. Not to mention making a fool of yourself. Sir.”

The three armed creature put an arm on Horus’ shoulder before breaking into a huge grin. “But despite all that, you don’t have to act like it’s not there, just accept it as part of the Sovereign’s will.” Jaytorr let out a haughty chuckle. “So what does the Sovereign tell you to do? Shall we wait for bickering among the officers, or simply take charge and glory. Whatever you decide know that this decision was always going to reach the same answer, her plan is greater than any one of us.”
 

IQ

FM of S6
Game Master
"Boastful words for a green-skinned lowborn piece of shite," Marraken casually retorted, crass, yet poisonously sweet. Both Marraken and Brax didn't seem too keen on interrupting the mutual death-stare they were giving eachother. Just a silent sneer from the blonde Tsumi as the lowborn filth that Rekkin was spoke up way too casually and walked between the two of them. Which in and of itself, was a bad call. Given how the tension slowly climbed to cut-throat. A few seconds passed - both Horus and Sekhmet's call seemingly ignore as well, before Brax snorted. Working up a bloody phlegm at Marraken's feet again. They were well beyond the point of insulting now. Seething anger, a desire to rip eachother's throats out. Clearly read in either of the two's eyes.

Though, it was Brax who seemed to elect common sense, or mayhaps cowardice? Lowering her shield again, she thumped the back of her spear against the floor. "We will fight," she promised. "With the Sovereign as our arbiter." She pointed her spear down the hallway. "Now - we take this ship, we kill and we emerge victorious." Marraken huffed under her breath, the weight of her large shield thumping against the floor. "Next time when challenging anyone, Braxton - make sure you don't shit yourself halfway through." The other Tsumi chimed happily, before shaking her head. Lifting her shield as she took several steps down the hallway. "Purge - converge on me," she commanded simply, passing an idle glance over the three of them. "Them idiots need weaponry to make up for their loss. We move to engineering and blow it up. If we can't have the ship, they can't have it. After that, escape pods, we'll probably meet other purges there, so kindly check for friendly fire." She exhaled a soft breath. "I don't give two shits about collateral, but we're on limited ammunition as is. Better kill enemies with it." The purge leader explained as she moved down the hallways, navigating with hopefully the rest of her purge in tow. "Any questions?"
 

club24

Everything Is Magical
FM of Neshaten
Game Master
Jaytorr nodded with a wide grin and hefted his axes once more as he fell in-line behind his purge leader, glad they were now moving on to continue acting as the fist of the glorious Sovereign once more. Before heading off however the zealot picked up a rifle from one of the now slain deserters and shouldered it, he figured it couldn't hurt to use their own equipment against them and save his axes a few nicks from crushing so much bone matter.

"Might I suggest taking what we can from these disgusting corpses before we depart? It's not looting if you consider that to the victor go the spoils." He said to his purge leader. "And if we come back with our equipment in good condition along with these spoils then you will be praised for your efforts as purge leader." He continued, still fully expecting to be slapped across the face for some reason or another.
 

SirSkully

FM of S6
Game Master
Rekkin nodded in agreeance with both bouts from the three-armed madman known as Jaytorr, the class divide made up what little bits of Tsumi culture weren't filled with war and/or orgies and to say otherwise was a daft insult to those either side of the line - seen as disrespect from the high-born and oblivious insults from those beneath them, denying it existed didn't grant you a favour with anyone.

"We are in somewhat of a shortage at the moment, and I'm sure the smiths would appreciate spare parts even if only to melt them down into something else, though it is your call - Purge Leader," the one-horned bull agreed as he rose back up and took a few steps over to one of the corpses, taking the wait on their leader as an opportunity to pull his helmet back on again, casting a shadow over most of the Tsumi's face.
 

SageShooter

Well-Known Member
"Fuck the divide." Was all Sekhmet said in regards to the caste bullshit. The terrible scrawled tattoos on her body, the pitted and scarred and ragged weapons, and armor that was more function than flare, her rank within the Tsumi military, none of it screamed highborn even though she was. She hated the whole idea and had always hidden just what she was, at least as best she could. She hadn't wanted to be born into her position, she just wanted a chance to fight as much as she could...

She formed up behind Marraken silently and let her eyes scan left and right for anything of worry or sign of enemies. Slowly the adrenaline began to give way to the throbbing pathways of pain that began to ache where the bullets had hit her, her knife wound pulsed every few steps with pain, but she slowly let it simmer, collected all the pain in her mind and held it as a fuel to ignite her rage when she next saw a heretic to purge. There was more blood to spill with her weapons today and she was eager.
 

Jack Pine

Staff Member
FM of S6
Game Master
Horus only quietly gave a scoff as the situation resolved itself, and finding the acceptance of such societal constructs disgusting. As the others began to collect weapons, he simply began to collect and strip ammo from the bodies. Quickly his hands pulled magazines from pouches, and especially any grenades if found. Once satisfied, he took position with the purge, noting how the woman Sekmet shared similar views. She would be one to note as the seemingly least conflictive so far. The others to him seemed like blind fools, finding Jaytorr's behavior in particular to be vexating.
 

IQ

FM of S6
Game Master
Marraken glanced over at Jaytorr at his suggestion, before breaking into an ear-splitting smirk. "Wasn't that a given? Take what's needed, we'll do a looting run later," she promised, before her purple gaze alternated to Sekhmet and the obviously displeased Horus, only shrugging softly. "You take what you want, by force. And you fight to keep it," was all she commented on the situation. Marraken knew full well how things went, the divide. High and lowborns. She was of the former, whilst it made her youth easier, she already had many challengers, such as Brax. "Whining helps none. Neither low- nor highborn."

Whilst the purge gathered new belongings, armaments or plating that would help them in the coming battle, Marraken's attention was drawn elsewhere. To the banners that decorated the walls. "These rogue ships aren't Bayrek's," she hummed to herself as she gripped one of the velveteen, green dyed tapestries. A soft chuckle ensuing. "You celebrated too soon, bastard." With a soft rip, she pulled the crest off of the wall. Folding it and slipping it between her belt. Making sure the emblem was pointing inwards. To avoid confusion. She didn't want to be thought of as a rebel. But she had plans with the tapestry.

"We move." She stated coldly. Though having given plenty of time for her purge to gather what they needed. Be it weaponry, ammunition or jugy-riggable plating. And without much else, the blonde strode down the halls. Finally emerging at a cross-section. The small map had indicated they'd need to take a sharp left, the entrance of engineering would be only a few meters ahead. The right was a lengthy corridor that split up in various directions. Though as they turned the corner, with Marraken checking their right flank first and noting it was empty, a scene worthy of tale was visible. Or rather, a scene worthy of nightmare.

The large blast doors were smudged with blood and speckled with bits of flesh and gore. The upper half of a Tsumi positioned in front, with hips stuck between the doors. Though his lower half seemed missing, arm and throat ripped to shreds. The trail of intestine visible in the crack between the doors hinting that it was scattered about the room somewhere. A soft breath left the purge leader. "I don't think anyone of you has a flamethrower in their arsenal?" Though as if to accentuate the point she was about to make, a blood-curdling screech resounded from the engineering bay. Before panicked shots, screams and the ripping of flesh and popping of bone. A cacaphony of death that took less than two seconds. Marraken pressed herself against the corner and raised a fist. Telling her purge to halt, approaching now would mean certain doom. "Warslave," she whispered, as a grin crept on her face. Growing from ear to ear.
 

SirSkully

FM of S6
Game Master
At the raised fist and hushed whisper Rekkin made sure to be slow and quiet as he lowered the barely-attached juryrigged faceplate down over his t-slit visor, along with that, a garishly gilded pauldron and some scraps of Tsumi scale-mail wrapped to his hip the one horned bull had also acquired a shoddy-looking double barrel sawnoff shotgun made from what looked like pop-metal that had been attached to one thigh via some creative use of a leather belt - but he was a Tsumi, not some coward, so instead oped for unsheathing two of his four axes while staying as low and quiet as possible.

"A warslave..." he repeated, the chilling words dying but a few feet from Rekkin's shielded maw as he gripped tighter with the creak of leather, a moment of near-silence as a breath rolled through his visor before the well-travelled bull spoke again.

"...let us hope it is just the one, and that it may be at least injured by the previous purge."
 
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club24

Everything Is Magical
FM of Neshaten
Game Master
Jaytorr simply grinned at his purge leader as she dismissed his idea as being a given, at least he hadn't been slapped. The short low-born strapped as much crap to himself as he could before following along at the rear, the perfect place for someone like him as he whistled a soft hum while they moved.

When the cries and gunshots rung out he promptly stopped his tune and hefted a shotgun he'd found with two hands and held onto an axe with the remaining one. "Well this just got interesting." He muttered as the whispers of 'War Slave' reached him at the rear.
 

SageShooter

Well-Known Member
Before they had moved out, Sekhmet had gathered up a few plates of armor and covered her knife wound and a few of her bullet wounds as best she could so they wouldn't be reaggravated. She stuck close to the purge leader and as she called for them to hold, she waited.

"A good challenge then." Sekhmet said as she did her best to hide the small hint of a tremble to her voice over what lay beyond. The War Salve would be more than a challenge, but one she was interested in testing herself against. Hands squeezed the handles of her weapons tightly as she steeled herself and nostrils flared as she began to breath a little heavier at the thought of fighting such a beast. She was eager but still understood the fear and concern of the coming fight.
 

Jack Pine

Staff Member
FM of S6
Game Master
Looking at all his eager comrades, over eager in his opinion, but one left unvoiced. He also felt their shudders, having heard the stories himself. If he had ever faced one, he could not remember, all the battles of the past bleeding together after a while.

"Maybe a ambush is in order, have someone draw the beast out, as to be cut down by overwhelming number at once."
 
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