𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚔

MAKE EVERY SHOT COUNT.

[𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚔 @CALL_TO_SERVE]

𝙋𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩
⠀⠀⠀𝘢𝘯𝘥
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙩,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞.

[𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚔 @CALL_TO_SERVE]

Preach.

[“In death absolution” @HisWrathful1]

Only a prison barge if you let the rogue trader get under your skin

[𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚔 @CALL_TO_SERVE]

This may as well be a prison barge, so I wouldn't get too uppity if I were you.

[“In death absolution” @HisWrathful1]

“Who someone talks to doesn’t decide their allegiance. That aside I lack any mortis markings, and I’ve never been in a prison barge.”

[𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚔 @CALL_TO_SERVE]

You're associatin' with me right now. You know my rank from when I was in the Guard, for Throne's sake. You sure you ain't part of the warband?

[“In death absolution” @HisWrathful1]

It is when your only association with the rejects is one little psyker with a pleasant personality and violent tendencies.

[𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚔 @CALL_TO_SERVE]

I can promise you that ain't worse.

[“In death absolution” @HisWrathful1]

Could be worse corporal.

He could assume you’re one of the rejects without asking.

[𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚔 @CALL_TO_SERVE]

I'll have you know all of my bits and bobs are top of the line! There's no fun gambling with garbage!

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑. @IvenRannick]

I'll pass, reject. What little you have you should save, I certainly don't want it.

[𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚔 @CALL_TO_SERVE]

Nothin' a good game of cards can't fix. See how far all that observation gets you in a game of Armageddon Hold 'Em.

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑. @IvenRannick]

I am regretting it by the minute.

[𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚔 @CALL_TO_SERVE]

Didn't know we were keeping to the sanctity of the 'job description' now. I'm just glad you're bein' more social! Good for morale, and all that.

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑. @IvenRannick]

( Not of course brought on by the numerous of people on the Mourningstar - his position is being questioned by others. Others he'd rather appease. )

Even the Skiitari are watched, reject. It is not in your job description to make observations.

[𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚔 @CALL_TO_SERVE]

Surprised? Hardly. You're awful chatty about it now, though. Do the tin men have you on edge?

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑. @IvenRannick]

I notice everything. Let's not be surprised.

[𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑. @IvenRannick]

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ
𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑:
𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘.
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

[𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚔 @CALL_TO_SERVE]

I was hopin' he wouldn't notice me too much.

[𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚔 @CALL_TO_SERVE]

Kark.

[𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚔 @CALL_TO_SERVE]

"Kark, if there's nothin' left for me, I'll be right cross!" He gritched. "Those big blockheads'll eat anything not bolted down. If we can't have a snack before life threatening peril, then what are we even fighting for?"

[𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚔 @CALL_TO_SERVE]

Jogging now, just able to keep up with the more lightly equipped witch. They must have been a strange sight, an old soldier being dragged around by the arm. Wasn't this his idea?

Leadership never suited him. Not really. Not to strangers. This was fine. Weird, but fine.

[𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗣 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗥. @VoxTenebraum]

<—

Mourningstar.

Then, a little quicker. Double—time.

"We must get there before the later—sleeping Ogryns get there. The one I used to work with always woke too late for breakfast, and would throw a tantrum when he did not get it. I don't want to hear his babbling."

[𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚔 @CALL_TO_SERVE]

"If we hurry, we should just make breakfast. Just need somethin' light, don't want to have to use my helmet as a vomit bowl in the Stormraptor. Not again, anyway."

[𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚔 @CALL_TO_SERVE]

"What, you don't like the food? Beats the kark out of field rations, that's for certain."

Corpse starch is a term he hasn't heard in quite some time. The Inquisition, low on supplies as they always seemed to be, hadn't been quite desperate enough to resort to such ends yet...

[𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗣 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗥. @VoxTenebraum]

<—

she remarks, as if there is no chance for debate, "I must see if they're still praising the 'genius' of Corpse Starch."

There is no hesitation as Katrina plucks his wrist into her grasp.

"Lead our way, Blunt."

[𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚔 @CALL_TO_SERVE]

Not today. Another time, perhaps. Katrina was appreciably more stable than the lion's share of psykers aboard this saintly vessel, so hopefully her influence would not randomly evaporate his arm, or something.

[𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚔 @CALL_TO_SERVE]

"I'm good at me job, too, so that makes two things. Mark me down, I've been needing an excuse to get me boots dirty. Have I got time to cash this meal ticket and sight my gun, or is this a time sensitive affair?"

[𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚔 @CALL_TO_SERVE]

"And here I thought we didn't have anything in common. Rannick don't like me, neither."

He'd have to answer to the self proclaimed voice of the Lex eventually, but this seemed a better use of his time. A Redactus mission would be a good change of pace.

[𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗣 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗥. @VoxTenebraum]

<—

Rannick—shaped overlord to like me."

Katrina leans towards the Mission Terminal and scrolls through, half—lidded eyes already drained at the thought of the smell down in the Torrent's deep sewers. Ugh.

"I am not particularly well—behaved but I ( do ) do my job."

[𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚔 @CALL_TO_SERVE]

Karrok spared a glance to her gleaming staff, tucked snug in its holster. It was just as lethal as any gun he'd ever held, perhaps more so. Jealousy crossed his mind, for a brief moment, and he brushed his glove over his hip, where the laspistol beneath his coat lived.