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Carth listened patiently to the conversation, taking in as much as he could. The thought that it could take their navigator was a little troubling, but he felt confident he could handle it if it came up. He tried to catch Apollo's gaze, then tapped his hellgun meaningfully before jerking his...

Carth glanced back over his shoulder as everyone stopped, the massive door blocking their path. Of course, some of the doors are shut, and that invalidates some pathways. He pulled the data slate back out and took another look at it, trying to pick out a way back to the guncutter. Speed was key...

Carth runs to the doorway but stops before going through. Instead, he starts waving for people to go through, and then settles his hellgun in his grip, aimed at the nearest set of pounding vents, intending to act as a rearguard if it was needed.

Carth stood up, the combat done. He swept the room one more time, taking care to make sure that there weren't going to be any more surprises. As he moved, he put a hotshot round in each of the corpse's heads, just to be sure. Others might have had qualms about 'desecrating the dead' or some...

Carth gritted his teeth in annoyance at his continued inaccuracy. Then he propped himself up against his cover, leaning just a bit over it while aiming right for the warp puppet nearest to Apollo. He took a moment to adjust his aim, then fired. 22211 22212

Carth covered the room quickly as the last puppet went down. He trusted the others to watch the rest while he looked away. Just as he was about to look back and start double-tapping the shit out of the Navigator's 'shield', more corpses started to rise. These ones looked like they were actually...

Carth, on the ball, flicks his hellgun's aim over to the corpse closest to him, having seen Apollo's weapon be blocked by some kind of shield. Once on target, he quickly fires a volley of three shots at it. 22165 22175 Two of his shots sizzled over the corpse's shoulders, but his third...

Carth was suddenly on edge at the signs of conflict. Some sort of battle. And the strange placement of the Navigator in the captain's chair... it was a little disquieting. He kept his eyes peeled for any movement. But he wasn't expecting it to come from the bridge. The Navigator's head snapped...

Carth grunted in assent with the plan to head to the bridge, stepping forward towards one of his planned routes. The route took them to the bridge but avoided most of the 'main' pathways to it, instead remaining somewhat more discreet and out of the way. He was sure that Apollo would agree with...

Carth stepped back and grabbed the dataslate with one hand, looking it over for key tactical positions and drawing from the past nine years of his life.

Carth files onto the ship and adjusts his grip on the hellgun. A vox came in, being amazed at surviving a warp storm. He tensed again, rolling his hand around near the trigger, but the feeling passed. He glanced out at the ruined ship for a moment, then spent the rest of the trip in silent...

Carth didn't verbally respond, instead letting out a surprisingly thoughtful "Mmm..." in response to the three greetings. He didn't comment on Apharius' mistake that the soldiers on the ship were 'his'. He looked over his shoulder briefly at everyone else, then continued to walk ahead...

Carth was wandering the ship in full gear, exploring and investigating and evaluating tactical positions. It was one of the things he did in his spare time. And he was always in full gear when he was awake, because he never knew when trouble could strike. So when Apollo's message came through...

Carth nodded again at Apollo's dismissal, giving his other two 'comrades' a mild glare, before leaving quickly to return to his previous activities. --- Carth is shaken awake by the first hints of trouble, a red alert. Instantly, a switch flips and he goes from asleep to alert and awake. His...

Carth stepped carefully into the room where everyone else had made their entrance. Some more successful than others. He narrowed his eyes at the woman. Naomi, if he remembered correctly. He exhaled slightly at her incompetence, hoping that it was more nerves than actual clumsiness. After a...

Carth held his favourite bolt shell between his thumb and forefinger, thinking back to his time aboard that accursed ship which had consumed nine years of his life. He'd never had a peaceful life, but that ship was the worst thing that had happened to him, although some would argue that it was...