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"Drilling each column should take approximately ten minutes per column to a total of twenty minutes." He says while fiddling with the control panel a bit more.

Aleksandr moves to the train to work on the main control panel, making sure it is truly gone this time, then he would move away to the control booth to turn off all the power. He rather enjoys the task, being able to work without having to speak to those sickening fleshbags which mourn over...

Aleksandr is the first to step out,"I knew the machine spirits would not be cooperative." He says mechanically as he would move to the pillars and touch them, as if looking them over.

Aleksandr begins humming some song as he twiddles with the train controls, occasionally reducing the speed slightly while adjusting things and then turning it back to full. With the popping of his censer he leaves the room to head to the car with them all and would give a nod to Yorke. "We are...

Aleksander reaches the command console and runs his hands over it slowly inciting something in binary cant. 4238 4239

He glares at Yorke for a moment, though he returns to his duty as he heads to the Command Center to call up a car.

Aleksandr looks around for a moment as he pokes the lights for a moment. "Yes yes, of course. If we are to travel down the tunnel I must shut off the power, unless one of you likes fried comrade." He says in his emotionless voice, but you can still catch a hint of sarcasm. He would try to move...

Aleksandr instantly appears at the control panel, staring at it for a moment the Censer on his shoulder lets out a puff of incense and smoke, which smells a bit sickly sweet, a mix of pungent cinnamon and the dour scent of oil. He begins tapping on the terminal, clicking away as he tries to open...

"You need not worry Sir Barnes, for the explosives will only detonate if they have received sufficient amount of pressure and heat, similar to that of an Imperium Standard Issue Las-gun. There is little to worry about, just do not get shot." It is hard to tell if he is being sincere, analytical...

Aleksandr gives it a quick look over as he looms around the crate, picking up some of the bags and tapping at the drills, and then nods. "The charges are split into bags, the drills are hand-held, so if we split a few among everyone, and my Servitor of course, we could carry them. It would be...

He slips his knife inside to allow the Bionic Arm to grab onto it before he and the Servitor successfully break the box open, without breaking a sweat.

Aleksandr lets out another long sigh as he approaches the package. He gives it a long look over and uses his Utility Mechadendrite to poke at the warped and mangled lock before using a knife to poke at any creases. The same buzzing sound could be heard as the Servitor would step over to it. "The...

"We are most likely safe from ambush, they would have come by now with all the gunfire." He states, lying slightly. "And it is what is called a 'kite'. Children of Agricultural Worlds like to 'fly' these as there is a lot of free space for it fly. It is a gift for you to keep since your partner...

With the package secured Aleksandr is left to his own devices. After being pushed out of the way he walks towards a pair of bushes and begins to break off branches. Then he moves over to the bodies and removes a lot of cloth and clothing, some from the randoms and a bit from Helly's sister. Once...

Aleksandr would try and move between Helly and Ohjmar, holding up his hands (and mechadendrites) in a non-threatening way. "It is not his fault as to why your friend was slaughtered, rather partially our Commisar's for losing his hat, and partially Evolution for spawning such disgusting...

Aleksandr lets out an almost metallic groan and stands with his baggies of fungus, which he stuffs in the containment compartment on his servitor. With another buzz the Servitor would move over to the package and attempt to lift it as Aleksandr stands next to the large brute. "Sergeant Yorke, do...

While they are crying and mourning Aleksandr is too busy filling small baggies with the unmarred flesh of Orks.

Aleksandr looms over to the side as he hides his Power Axe somewhere among his robes as he picks through the corpses of orks. "Filthy creatures." With his utility mechadendrite he stabs into each corpse as if testing the consistency.

Not wanting to disappoint after such a successful kill he would lower his axe to the ground and then charge at the ork, rather slow at first before he begins picking up speed. Once in range he would lift his axe into the air and slide to a halt as he tries to use his momentum to bring the axe...