If at first you dont succeed, scream for your comrade from the door.
"Poise! Grab our rifles and get over to 34-I! Dont forget our grub!"
Poise arrives rather promptly with your lasgun and two ratbars, which are as inedible today as the day when they were produced (some twelve years before). Damn convenient, she is.
Diego turns his face away in disgust from the stinking guardsman.
Awareness: [72]
The man's general grossitude makes you miss the fact that he no longer seems to be limping.
His hand tightens around your shoulders just as you're about to enter the container, then his fist slams into your ribs as he spins round to sweep your legs out from under you.
Diego: roll Toughness"Yessir!"
Amalia runs on over to the barracks.
You run past Father Emil on your way back - the priest seems to have some beef with the local storage containers. When you get back to the camp, everything seems to be as it was before, except with more activity, now that the day has started.
Look around for any people, then start randomly shaking containers, listening for the clinking of bottles.
You start beating up the huge two-storey containers in your quest for alcohol. No audible clinking can be detected, but you hear Marn yelling for Poise in the distance. Heading in the direction of the shout, you soon arrive to container 34-I and the mildly amusing scene of some Tamerian hobo attempting to trip up Diego.
"A question, ratling. Where exactly did you acquire this box from?"
"I didn't - 's all Rodric. Where he gets his stuff, I've no idea. Or do you mean the box itself? Dunno either. Those ain't that hard to come by.
"Rephrasing: What was your first contact with this box? Delivery to the captain you mentioned? Retrieval from the container?"
He shrugs.
"First time I see it, actually. Rodric has a lot of people to run errands fer him - I just got the description an' the story in brief."Gant and Viverde--------------------------
'No, Gant! If we go, we might not find her again!' Viverde said quickly, aware he was fast running out of ammunition. 'OGRYN! You are a sworn trooper of His Imperial Guard! Stop! In the name of the Commisariat! Remember your oaths and submit to justice!'
Try for a Full Action Command test? (Roll, if possible: [33], vs 45, plus or minus possible modifiers.)
IF NOT POSSIBLE... Half-Aim, Standard Attack: [57], vs 23+30=53, a fantastic miss. One shot left.
The Ogryn seems to have lost some fighting spirit now that you've disarmed her, and at your commanding shout her expression becomes mildly confused as she first looks around herself, then attempts to stand at attention only to discover her now-missing foot and collapse to the floor. Quite astonishingly, she manages a salute despite being horizontal.
"Bertha serve the Emprah an' the Tamerian 27th, glory tah Tameria! Comissar hurt? We in pre-zzens o' enemy? Bertha remember bad one minute, two minute many."" Commissar I must recommend we do not further harm the Ogryn we need it alive, this ogryns actions suggest as unlikely as it may be at the very least a small scale heretical movement is present amongst our sister regiment.
To kill our only source of information would be a grave error.
Sir. "
Full action, Aim.
You take aim at the wounded Ogryn as she flops around on the floor, just in case she decides to start trouble again. She is ignoring you for now, her attention focused on Viverde.