A rainstorm erupts over the mournful moors as you scramble to the top of the tallest hill you can find. Your feet slip upon and sink into the ridges as the downpour churns with the soil, forming large pools of muddy sludge. Stretching out a hand you cling onto a small piece of bracken and pull yourself atop the hill.
“SARGE?! SARGE!” you cry out in a panic now, lowering your heavy bolter and spinning around.
*CRACKLE*
The night drags on and the storm grows stronger as a bolt of lightning crashed down on the horizon. For a split second you see the scrambling shadows of Alexi and Serena desperately searching.
You raise a hand to your face to wipe the sweat from your brow. You’d fought with the Sarge for years. This shouldn’t - couldn’t - be happening.
*BOOM*
Another snap of lightning strikes the ground, casting a brief flash of light across the land. Just before it faded though, you saw it - shining, reflective, and glorious beyond compare.
“St. Stephen’s Sword…” you gasp, “OVER HERE! FOLLOW ME!” you bellow to your squadmates, charging towards the sword.
Your boots squelch and stick in the thick mud, each step growing heavier than the last.
“Please be there, please be there…” you repeat as you exhale.
*Clink*
Something hit your boot. As you looked down you noticed a large metal object was being carried down the hillside by the torrential rainfall. You reach out to grab it, but it had already flown out of your reach.
“Got it!” you hear Alexi cry, the high-pitched excitement gone from her voice; “It’s… a bolt pistol.”
“Oh no…” Serena gasps, having just arrived in time.
You walk up to St. Stephen’s Sword, grabbing it before it can be washed away too. Suddenly you see a filthy figure, her clothes and skin caked in wet mud. Only two streaks of her pale white skin are visible down her face.
“Mppfff… fmmmfpf!”
You rush over and ungag Jezebel, untying her hands as quickly as you can.
“Th-they t-took her! They FUCKING TOOK HER!” she begins screaming in a panic.
“Where!? Which direction?!”
“I- I- don’t know…”
“How long ago?”
“F-five, six minutes maybe?”
“I can’t see any tracks Palatina, the blasted rain’s washed any that existed away!” Selena returns.
“W-whose in charge now?” Alexi asks.
There is a short period of silence as glances are exchanged between the four comrades.
“I’m the goddamn Sargent now until we get her back. If you’ve got a problem with my decision you can take it up with me when we get back,” you state, asserting your dominance.
“What’s your plan then, Pal- I mean, Sarge?” Serena asks.
You toss St. Stephen’s Sword and the Sarge’s old bolt pistol to Serena.
“Where are the Sarge’s grenades?!” you cry with perhaps a little more emotion than you should have.
“Over here!” Alexi yells, picking them up and tossing them your way. You clip them onto your belt.
“Sarge, what’s your-”
“Enough!” you bark, trying to concentrate, “The plan is…”
http://strawpoll.me/4413239
Palatina:
-Flak armour (1/1)
-Heavy Bolter
-Rosarius
Horniness: 0%
Orgasm: 0%
Special rules: Relentless! (Can move and fire heavy weapons with no penalty to accuracy)