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[Prosperan Son]

The head collides with the man's cranium, causing him to scream in pain. His hands rush to his face to try and sooth the pain, a lasround goes off to the side, blasting a hole through another of the man's companions.

[Armoured Priest]

Seeing an opportunity, Oberga charges forward to the man screaming in pain, His gasmask jaws opened wide revealing rows of organic sharp teeth growing out of the mask and dark moltted blue flesh and tongue. He goes to chomp down on the screaming man's head.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 96 (96)

[Prosperan Son]

1d100 rolled for a total of: 98 (98)

Before Oberga can manage to bite down on the man's skull, a metal pipe slams into his back, sending him to the ground. Standing behind the lot is a large,rather muscularly fat individual, his face covered by a leering skull mask. While the other thugs are cheering, he suddenly lashes out at them as well, smashing each of them on the head with the same pipe." Enough from all of you! You think you can come into our workplace and starting tearing it up?!" From that statement, it was easy to deduct that he worked for the tavern.

[Armoured Priest]

The omnious glow from behind the red lenses of his gasmask blinked out as Kombuse sat up on the floor a bit dazed. The jaws were sealed back together, returning to the normal draconion gasmask it was but with small frown now. "Ow, what happened? What's going on?" he asked confused and with his voice as he rubbed the back of his head, which felt like it was on fire. He looked up and saw the large man with the pipe yelling at everyone. "Oh, hello." he said sheepishly with a meek wave, still not feeling right.

[Prosperan Son]

The large man looked down at Kombuse, his anger evident despite the mask he wore. His muscles were tense. The next thing Kombuse would be able was gloved fist smashing into his face before everything went black.

Several Seconds later and a minor concussion later...

"And stay the hell out!" Was what the bodyguard yelled before tossing Kombuse into the streets, the sky now dark with storm clouds. The door to the tavern slammed shut just as it started to rain down.

[Armoured Priest]

"Ow" was all Kombuse said as he rubbed the snout of his gasmask as he sat up in the middle of the street. All he remembered was asking why the meanie took his drink and then saw him go for his knife and.......that was it. He looked up as it began to pour down raining. He shrugged and stood up he made sure he had his stuff, his bolt pistol and bolter that he looted from a dead loyalist marine, now defaced with crude sigils and barely maintained, and his pair of brass knuckles with the eight pointed stars engraved all over them. He starts walking around in the rain, whislting a tune as goes, not sure where to go. Not really caring either.

[Prosperan Son]

Kombuse finds himself promenading through the lower slums o the Hive City. The lower hive was a breeding pit for the worst of the worst. Scum, Thugs, Criminals, and Traitors of all the like were raised here. Even in a world now dedicated to the ruinous powers, the worst of renegades marauded around these streets. Kombuse now found himself walking through these streets.

[Armoured Priest]

Kombuse maybe oblivious to many things, well maybe most things, but even he knew he wasn't in what would be called a 'friendly' part of town. Hefting his stuff and after adjusting some of the combat plates, he goes to a way out of the neighbor hood, or just out of the hive period.

[Prosperan Son]

As Kombuse journeyed through the Hive, a small pebble pegged him in the back of his head. "You seem lost friend." A voice called out to him.

[Armoured Priest]

He wiped the back of his helmet as he turned around to see the one calling him, hoping it wasn't someone that decided to pick on him or from the bar he was tossed out. "Hello?" he greeted.

[Prosperan Son]

There was a man standing twelve feet from behind Kombuse, dressed in military fatigues of the local PDF. However, he was no militia men. The man had markings all over his body, some representing the ruinous powers, others representing the local clan he was part of. " You seem lost, most people don't wander into the Mandori District." He informed Kombuse, incidentaly informing him of where he was. The man raised a long curved blade, motioning for Kombuse to come closer." You off-worlder eh?"

[Armoured Priest]

"Yes, came with the people from the ships." he said, referring to the what was probably the invasion fleet. "I am kind of lost." he admitted hesitantly, not sure about the guy with the knife. Although he doubted he would find a way out on his own anytime soon. He walked slowly closer to the guy, not sure what else to do right now.

[Prosperan Son]

The mysterious man stepped towards Kombuse, blade still raised. He lowered the blade up and down, his eyes following the tip as he examined Kombuse. "Hmmm." He hummed. He did this for a second before sheathing the blade on his leg scabbard." Follow me off-worlder, we'll get everything sorted out with the Mandori, see what you can do to earn the Mandori's forgiveness." He stated with a snake's grin. Half of his teeth were metal, the other half rotten.

[Armoured Priest]

"Ou, I like meeting new people." he said a smile on his gasmask snout reappearing, his cheeryness returning abit. He would followed the man to who ever the 'Mandori' is, wondering what a Mandori is.

[Prosperan Son]

The man wrapped his arm around Kombuse's shoulder, leading him through the district streets." I have to say, it's always a joyous occassion when someone from off-world comes into these parts. You can imagine we don't usually get much, aside from these last few days of course." He rambled, patting Kombuse's shoulder." The Mandori loves meeting new people and if your smart, he'll get you right where you need to be, after the usual transaction of course."

[Armoured Priest]

"Trains actions?" Kombüse asked the man, not understanding the word the tatted man said, as they walked on through the streets and getting more lost than before.

[Prosperan Son]

The man continued to put on a warming smile, whether there were any good intentions in it or not was not entirely certain." You know my friend, you do something for him, he does something for you, it will all work out I'm sure and if it doesn't....well we'll burn that bridge when we get to it." With that he padded Kombuse on the shoulder.

[Armoured Priest]

"Oh. Ok." Kombuse said as he followed him. He just hummed a little tuned to himself, not having any questions now as if he understood what's going on. Or maybe not, who knows.

[Prosperan Son]

The man shook his head,muttering something in the native dialect of the world. "Ah! Here we are my friend!." He laughed, stopping in front of a large seemingly abandoned building. The inside seemed empty, however there were several men posted around, sitting on rails, stair cases, and one near a cellar door. He wlked Kombuse towards the Cellar." Come Come, we don't want to keep him waiting." He nodded towards the guard who stepped aside, opening the door to let them in.

[Armoured Priest]

"Right, for that would be rude." he said innocently as he started walking down the stairs past the cellar doors. "Wow, lots of people." he said as he looked at all the guards.