Re: Into the Maw (Game Thread)
Siggy chuckled a little when the ship returned to the Imperium, looking somewhat nervously around as he did so, thankfully, he was relatively alone. He had the utmost confidence in the residents of the Adeptus Mechanicus, on board, certainly, every ounce of faith in their ability to keep this ship solid through the warp. The fact that his fingers had almost reshaped the grip on the chair in his room more then once was a testament to how little confidence he had in the individuals who had to listen to the Adeptus Mechanicus' demands, he had heard this ship was under new navigator, under new crew, under new everything except captain, at least in regards to warp transit, and human error was the number one...no, only cause for any machine to ever falter. These cheery thoughts in mind, he headed for the bridge, putting the auto pistols that he'd been working to save in the Omnissiah's name under his pillow, and, doublechecking that the bolt pistols were there, heading to the bridge.
He arrived with a usual shit-eating grin on his face, cheering wildly to the crew on the walk over. Every single opportunity he had, he wanted to turn this little victory into a bonding exercise, they were a real crew now, they'd managed to go to hell and come back, now it was time to make some money. Looking at the people present in the bridge, he announced with a laugh, preceded by a salute to the Rogue Trader if she was present "Well! Anybody got any ideas where we're going yet?"
He was, honestly, happy to be out here in space, hunting down and killing things for pay. It was more honest then what you had to do planetside. Although he did still find the T'au discomforting, up until he was told to deal with them directly, they were the Rogue Traders' problem, not his....or until they were getting shot at, he wasn't 100% clear on whether his contract included protecting the Grayskins, but he wasn't going to take any chances on having his pay docked.
Siggy chuckled a little when the ship returned to the Imperium, looking somewhat nervously around as he did so, thankfully, he was relatively alone. He had the utmost confidence in the residents of the Adeptus Mechanicus, on board, certainly, every ounce of faith in their ability to keep this ship solid through the warp. The fact that his fingers had almost reshaped the grip on the chair in his room more then once was a testament to how little confidence he had in the individuals who had to listen to the Adeptus Mechanicus' demands, he had heard this ship was under new navigator, under new crew, under new everything except captain, at least in regards to warp transit, and human error was the number one...no, only cause for any machine to ever falter. These cheery thoughts in mind, he headed for the bridge, putting the auto pistols that he'd been working to save in the Omnissiah's name under his pillow, and, doublechecking that the bolt pistols were there, heading to the bridge.
He arrived with a usual shit-eating grin on his face, cheering wildly to the crew on the walk over. Every single opportunity he had, he wanted to turn this little victory into a bonding exercise, they were a real crew now, they'd managed to go to hell and come back, now it was time to make some money. Looking at the people present in the bridge, he announced with a laugh, preceded by a salute to the Rogue Trader if she was present "Well! Anybody got any ideas where we're going yet?"
He was, honestly, happy to be out here in space, hunting down and killing things for pay. It was more honest then what you had to do planetside. Although he did still find the T'au discomforting, up until he was told to deal with them directly, they were the Rogue Traders' problem, not his....or until they were getting shot at, he wasn't 100% clear on whether his contract included protecting the Grayskins, but he wasn't going to take any chances on having his pay docked.