[If there is any other similar cover available, take it, otherwise step back into the lift.]Montresor wrote:[You passed your recognition test for the man's rank - I'll edit that. However, both of you failed on all three intimidation tests, all modifiers considered]
A tense silence hangs over the scene. Labourers look at one another in unease, obviously startled and confused at the talk of Mechanicus power and interests, but the Sergeant holds firm. He allows a short silence before grinning.
'What are doing causing a dangerous toxin to pour into the ventillation? If this is Mechanicus business, why'd you not say so down below? And if you really are Battlefleet Calixis, you're outside of the Imperium and outside of your law. This goods lift belongs to Moriah Heale - a Sacred Warrant holder, and you've just gone against someone who holds the power of a High Lord of Terra out here. Drop your weapons. If you're telling the truth, we'll sort this out soon enough. Don't drop 'em, and we'll sort this out right in the here and now'.
Zarkov, not one to negotiate at the best of times, and realising the futility of the situation, resorted to what he knew best. He threw the primed Mechanicus frag grenade towards the enemy, watching it sail in a high arc through the air as he drew his bolt pistol, firing at the sergeant from cover.
[Move to cover/Standard Attack:Grenade. Quick draw, 1/2 action Aim/fire from cover.]