1d10+3=6
Marn, seeing what was behind him, panics slightly, and proceeds to attempt entry into the chimera as fast as possible, all the while yelling for Poise to get on the gun.
Marn scampers quickly up the Chimera's side,
but apparently not quickly enough - another lasbolt from the leading hostile finds him
despite his attempt to dodge,
burning the flesh of his leg just above his greaves [4 DAMAGE]. The second Tamerian also takes a potshot, but misses. By that time Poise is already manning (womaning?) the autocannon turret. The gun barks,
taking the man in the knee, which promptly explodes, separating the sucker from his leg in a gush of blood. His luckless buddy gets showered with bone shards
to no great effect. By that time Marn is already comfortably settled in the driver's seat and the Chimera's engine is started.
The last Tamerian takes cover behind another Chimera parked nearby and vanishes from sight.
Diego and Maria appear from behind a storage crate.
Bartolomeu glances back at Diego as he notices Marn's absence. "...Where is trooper Marn? Find him before I am overtaken by urges of making him into a living dummy for the regiment's target practice."
- Yessir, - Diego replies with a quick nod, then he turns to his sister, who stares straightforward, her sight empty - Come, Maria. I might need your help. Let's see if he got back to hangar first. Because I think he did.
Go find our Chimera, look for Marn around it.
((We are both in combat outfits, armed with lasguns, laspistols and swords, for clearance. If Maria is not, Diego asks her to get those prior to setting out.))
You hear gunfire as you approach - first the hiss of lasguns and then the booming report of autocannon fire. You round yet another Emperor-damned container and take in the scene in - the corpse on the floor, the smoking autocannon of the Chimera, and the other dude scrambling toward it.
Diego: roll Initiative.Send the trooper with me to find a ratling squad. Assign them to watch her on Denos orders as a training excersize to assess them. Report to me anything they discover
The trooper nods and walks away. You wait.
" Results are in sir, would you like me to apprehend her for questioning sir? She may try to flee or cover her tracks once she realizes her plan has failed. "
"No. This is not how things work. Having someone watch her for the moment is preferable." he replies before turning to Terrez. "Please be clearer, Captain. Is she a good friend of yours or have you just been fraternizing a bit too directly? And do you have any idea of any officer that may be involved in contraband? The sergeant who seems to be the clerk's contact over the other regiment specified that the person who had requested the contraband held the rank of captain and was from the Barrablancans."
Bartolomeu glances back at Diego as he notices Marn's absence. "...Where is trooper Marn? Find him before I am overtaken by urges of making him into a living dummy for the regiment's target practice."
Talk. Visually scan the tent for any signs of amasec bottles or similar clues of illegal dealings.
The blush deepens to firebrick hues.
"Fraternizing, sir. Entirely inappropriate, I realize. It's nothing serious, just...you know."There's a flicker of hurt in his expression.
"Still, I thought we were sort of friends. That's...not what I expected. As for who might have bought the amasec, I cannot really say without degrading myself to the point of slander against a fellow officer. But I believe you will take my meaning if I say that we both know who's the biggest drunkard and liar among our captains."You believe you do. He means the sixth company captain, one Astorga, a relatively young man of high birth, whose ambition is matched only by his own peculiar brand of stupidity. The dislike Terrez and Astorga have for each other is one of anecdotal proportions.
The tent around you seems clean enough, if a bit sparsely furnished. Bottles, joints, hookahs, syringes, or other traces of illicit substance consumption are absent, although there's a steady smell of lho.
Viverde studied the books and items on display for a moment before making a precise salute. The Colonel was surely one of the finest servants of the Emperor and the people of Barrablanca in the regiment. He smiled at the Colonel's question.
'Fortunately not, sir, but there has been an incident. Or a series of incidents. Commissar Denos and I are still investigating into how this began. It appears, however, that at least one of our men might have been killed by a Tamerian. Said Tamerians were looking to take back something 'owed' to them from a storage area. I discovered this investigating the disappearance of three troopers. Commissar Denos investigated some... well, he discovered contraband amasec being smuggled to one of our officers, with a number of Tamerians involved,' he said. 'We intend to deal with this matter together with the Tamerian Commissars, as an inter-regimental disciplinary action. If word got out that they've killed one of ours... this could escalate into a blood feud. Though they are... less honorable, perhaps, all servants of the Emperor must work together.'
'The murderers will be found and punished, Colonel. As well as any behavior unbecoming of a Guardsman we might discover in our own ranks.'
"Murder and contraband. One of our own, to boot! Well. I expect that Denos can deal with the contraband, if he's on it already... You, on the other hand, can deal with their commissar...if he can be so called. Leon, get the vox working, if you please."The aide produces a portable vox from behind his cot, fiddles with the dials for a few seconds, then hands the headset to Macias, who punches in a code.
"Macias. I request your presence here to discuss another incident of the previously-discussed sort... What do you mean, you can't come? Is this some sort of joke? Oh, you're busy? What with, pissing yourself, you pathetic excuse for... The last phrase he says with the mic turned off, apparently. Or so you hope.
"Well, then we'll just have to pay you a visit. Yes, absolutely necessary. No. Frankly, I couldn't care less."With that he returns the headset to his aide and sighs.
"Sorry about that. That spineless excuse for an Imperial servant that passes as the Tamerian commissar refuses to crawl out of the hole in which it has buried its dignity. Probably doing this just to spite us, the wretch. Can you meet him in their camp and see to it that the necessary action is taken? Take some of your own men for an escort, or perhaps volunteer some more."