@ask-izi
Tobias sat in a poorly lit and dingy bar in an old poncho coving his body armor and equipment giving the impression he was a hired gun rather then a Imperial Guardsman. The metallic fingers of his cybernetic left arm tapped the table waiting for his contact as the veteran scanned the establishment.
It had been a long time since he had gone into underhives but surviving here was woven into his very being. Every stranger is a potential threat and any act of kindness could result in your death if your not carful. His hazel eyes scanned to bar again for his contact keeping his right hand rested on the grip of a concealed stub gun.
He kept the single chair across from him empty as well as two glasses. Tobias silently prayed to the Emperor his contact was close.
Izi looked up at the wall before him.
Though no sprinter, he fancied himself an able climber. Curiously enough, one of the physical demands inherent to the command of a battle Titan was the ability to ascend and descend emergency ladders. He had good form. Granted, going up a ladder was not the same as climbing up a dilapidated building.
He stowed away his dagger and clambered over what surfaces he could until he came to a ledge that would allow him to swing onto some pipping. Izi kept climbing, focusing on little else until the pipe started to give way above him. Feeling a moderate sense of alarm, he hurried to jump clear, only realizing he had made it to safety a moment later.
Nonplussed, Izi pulled himself up and followed after his contract.
Tobias climbed up to the metal rafters slowly with the grace of an ally cat. Years of sneaking his way around everything from alleys to no-man’s-land made his footsteps almost completely silent, this kind of work was what he was born for. The wearhouse was dimly lit and Tobias saw some crates stacked in a way they could climb down relatively quickly to reach the floor.
There they found a servant of the traitor legio speaking to the leader of a local gang trying to reach an agreement of some sort. The gang leader didn’t seem like anyone special, the veteran guardsman figured he could make short work of the man but the main problem they would have was the number of hostiles in the building. The turned to his contact and pulled out a flash grenade.
“I count a dozen, none of them are expecting a fight so we have the advantage. That thrall would be useful alive for questioning, if you can secure him I can clean up the rest but feel free the kill as many as you like. Flash out.”
The pulled the pin and tossed the flashbang in the middle of the group before covering his eyes so he wouldn’t get blinded by his own grenade leaving everyone but the two on the rafters stunned.
Izi only had the one eye; he briefly turned off his augmetic in time for the flash to stun the filth below.
These were a cursed people, a doomed people. He couldn't have cared less for their lives.
He maneuvered his way down the stacked crates with his contact, drawing his pistol and dagger, and fired into the gangers. All he cared about was the servant of his traitor legio.
The pistol went back into the belt of his fatigues. He was on the cultist before he knew it. Izi had to hurt him. Desperate men fought like caged rats, unless you hurt them. Pain could stun men.
It was the same with titans.
His dominant hand lashed out, now truly, and most fully, blinding his struggling target in one eye. An ugly line of blood. Izi grasped the man by the hair, another shock, pushing him back with a dagger at his throat amidst the chaos.
Tobias followed close behind cleaving deep into the chest of a ganger with his axe before throwing it into the head of a man about to shoot him with a shotgun. He pulled out a pistol and knife, shooting three men before dodging a metal pipe to bury all six inches of steel into the side of the man’s head. The last of his magazine went into a ganger trying to escape leaving the last low ranking ganger to spray from the hip at the Sergeant.
Such a dance was second nature to Tobias having grown up in the brutal conditions of his home world and around a quarter of a century as a soldier. The veteran rolled behind some crates as he pulled his hatchet out of a dead man’s skull and waited into he heard the auto gun click. Taking that as his cue, Tobias leaped over the crates and chopped the hand holding the trigger before removing the gang member’s head.
The last man, the leader, attempted to pull his pistol only for Tobias to grasp the weapon and the hand wielded it in his cybernetic hand. The boss stabbed the offending arm but found the soldier’s entire left arm was replaced by metal. The sergeant crushed both the weapon and the hand before using his arm’s augmented strength to leave a dent in his target’s skull. Tobias took a deep breath and looked at the knife stuck in his arm.
“Nice work, let’s get out of here before the whole neighborhood comes for our heads.”
