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Emperors Faithful wrote:OOC: I think we should re-cap on who we've got so far.
Orkeo: Irritable Inquisitor Furios.
n0t_u: Despondent Servo-skull.
Owain: Are you the acolyte, Ieron?
EF: Leuitenant Hazzard.
Should we get more involved before continuing the storyling? Or let them catch up?
Sounds good. I am indeed Ieron. One final note on Olmedo; shouldn't he communicate telepathically?
+I think this is how that's usually done.+
Oh, sorry, that may have hurt. Some people aren't used to direct telepathy.
I assumed he made robot noises. Beep Boop Destroy All Humans Beep Beep Boop.
(I would do telepathy in <these brackets>, because they look kind of mysterious, but you can use whatever you guys want!)
Anuvver fing - when they do sumfing, they try to make it look like somfink else to confuse everybody. When one of them wants to lord it over the uvvers, 'e says "I'm very speshul so'z you gotta worship me", or "I know summink wot you lot don't know, so yer better lissen good". Da funny fing is, arf of 'em believe it and da over arf don't, so 'e 'as to hit 'em all anyway or run fer it.
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Or you could be the Engineseer that SERVICES the skull. The skull would probably be more attached to him. (Enginseers live a long time, mabye the Enginseer was once his hench-man!)
Smacks wrote:
After the game, pack up all your miniatures, then slap the guy next to you on the ass and say.
Emperors Faithful wrote:Or you could be the Engineseer that SERVICES the skull.
Video related?
Anuvver fing - when they do sumfing, they try to make it look like somfink else to confuse everybody. When one of them wants to lord it over the uvvers, 'e says "I'm very speshul so'z you gotta worship me", or "I know summink wot you lot don't know, so yer better lissen good". Da funny fing is, arf of 'em believe it and da over arf don't, so 'e 'as to hit 'em all anyway or run fer it.
Alright I'm going with what EF said then an Enginseer with a servo skull. I'll switch between the two when needed but most of the time it will be the Enginseer. Skull will stay the same as it is at the moment, I'll sort it out in a moment.
@ Orkeo: wtf? They really needed to make that? Weren't there already laws against this type of thing? If they're living it's rape, physical assault and should probably be intent to kill as well. If they're dead well there are even more problems with that.
I've decided I'm just going to go with the character I've already made. Also they can talk through a vox device.
Lexicanum wrote:Used throughout the organizations of the Imperium, each is built to perform a certain task. Some are designed for military roles, and among these some are built with enhanced optical sensors to allow them to fulfil a scouting role.
So the role this one was built for was basically to remain itself so as to act as an advisor. It can communicate telepathically as normal, but also talk normally when needed.
What the need for an Enginseer?
I considered being the Enginseer with a Servo Skull, but thought that it would probably be better if someone else joined and became the Enginseer instead.
I already said the Servo skull in the last post, but fine I'll go with the Enginseer instead With that out of the way hopefully it can start soon. Anyway time to write off the Servo Skull forever.
The Skull flinched at the sound of Inquisitor Furious' yelling echoing throughout the ship. "Well... It was nice to meet you, Hazard. But, I should really get back into the vent before *sigh* the Inquisitor finds me. You may not see me again, for I intend to leave this ship the first chance I get to go to a non-death world, friendly Imperial planet. I will drift thoughout the countryside.. Goodbye" said Torquemada, the skull drifted up through the open vent it had fallen out of.
Meanwhile, Inquisitor Furious continued to yell at his incompetent crew. A lone Enginseer approached and was followed by a Tech-Servitor. +Although not it's intended role, sir. This Tech-Servitors Servoarm might suffice as an adequate back scratcher+ said the Enginseer through a vox device from under the hood of the red cloak he wore.
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OOC: I vote for us to round up an assassin!
Hazzard shook himself. Even with the gak you got just by hanging out with Inquisitors that was wierd all by itself.
He hurried out the room, before anything else creepy could happen. He ran smack bang into someone else and they both tumbled to the ground. "Oh FETH IT! What weirdo is it this time?" he moaned. He rubbed his head and looked at the other figure. A flicker of recognition passed between them. It was Ieron. Of all the crazies that Hazzard had been stuck with, Ieron seemed to be one of the more sane. Loyal to his master no doubt, but not as insane as him. Hazzard hadn't really spoken to him much though.
"Oh, it's you." Hazzard stated.
"Don't sound so pleased to see me." Ieron smirked. "Where are you headed?"
"Oh...um...away from...Lord Furious?" Hazzard hesitantly mumbled.
Ieron luaghed. "No doubt, that servitor didn't do the best job. Nearly broke the masters back. He's very annoyed at everyone right now."
There was an awkawrd silence at that moment of white heresy.
Ieron spoke. "Well, I guess we should be heading to the bridge."
"Nah, the captain's just showing off. Being all dramatic about dropping outta Warp. We're still a few hours away from docking in real space."
Hazzard planted himself up on a jutting pipeline, lighting up an Iho stick as he did so. Ieron shot the Iho stick a not-so-discrete look of longing. Hazzard patted the pipe next to him and proffered one of the sticks to the Acolyte, he seemed like an alright sort of fella.
"Here. We got time. Tell us about yourelf...
Smacks wrote:
After the game, pack up all your miniatures, then slap the guy next to you on the ass and say.
The Enginseer quickly ran past, his left arm had been ripped off and he was carrying it. Luckily for him the arm was mechanical, but there was blood dripping out from underneath his hood.
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Hazz and Ieron looked down the corridor where the Engineseer, what's-his-face, had hurried down.
"Well." Hazzard broke the silence. "You don't see that everyday."
"Yeah." Agreed Ieron. "I wonder what happened?"
They thought about this, and turned to each other, speaking at the same time.
"Furious."
Smacks wrote:
After the game, pack up all your miniatures, then slap the guy next to you on the ass and say.
ok im a psyker we all love, but will never admit it a culexus assassin. the anti psyker!
Called Effilion
Effilion watched as 2 men leant on a pipe and started to talk. he couldnt make out the words they were saying, on account of all his concentration being used to simoultaneously search for a heretical thought, and too keep the daemonic entities from scratching at his consciousness. the first reason was why he was now crouching on top of a duct directly above the two. he hadnt caught the complete thought but he had sensed enough <shoot the gakker>. of course, coments like this came into the minds of most people who had to spend time around Furios, but he always followed up a lead, no matter how trivial. silently, he dropped from the duct and landed deftly, and nimbly, much like a cat, on his feet about 5 metres from the two men.
the instant aura of revuslion emitted from the Culexus washed over the two oblivious figures. Effilion slowly rose up to his full height, and he target locked onto both men with his Animus Speculum. this was going to be interesting.
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Ieron nodded his gratitude as he accepted the lho-stick. Refusing the proffered lighter, he lit it with a pulse of crackling warp-energy from his fingers and took a long drag. He leaned casually against the pipe next to Hazzard. He was wary of getting too close to someone after what had happened to Elena on their last mission, but... Really, what could it hurt?
"I've been babysitting Furious for years now. How he's reached this position of authority is beyond me. I shudder to think what might happen if I weren't here to keep him on the right track." He sighs wearily. "Such are the options open to a beta-plus psyker. It's a gift, aye, but it can be a burden at times. And yourself?"
Inquisitor Furious was shaking with rage, as he grabbed a Mountain Explosion from his mini-fridge.
They can't even give me a halfway decent techpriest. He thought. Its arms just snap right off... fething cogs...
Furious opened his can of Mountain Explosion, and true to its name, it exploded all over the front of his jacket. Which led to a great deal of swearing, and angrily spilling his drink even more.
I bet this that fething witch's fault...
Anuvver fing - when they do sumfing, they try to make it look like somfink else to confuse everybody. When one of them wants to lord it over the uvvers, 'e says "I'm very speshul so'z you gotta worship me", or "I know summink wot you lot don't know, so yer better lissen good". Da funny fing is, arf of 'em believe it and da over arf don't, so 'e 'as to hit 'em all anyway or run fer it.
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Hazzard sighed. "A psyker? Out of all the insane people on this ship, the only other person who hasn't lost their marbles is a psyker?" Hazzard luaghed. "Well that's fine by me. Just don't go reading my thoughts or anything, ok?" Hazzard frowned. "You can't REALLY do that, can you?"
Ieron shrugged. "Maayybe." He saw Hazzards worried look and said "It's okay, it doesn't work like that."
"Oh. How does it work?" Hazzard quizzed.
"I could tell you..." Ieron started, above them a shadow moved ever closer preparing to lethally cease this divulgion of secrets, "...but I'd have to kill you."
As both men laughed the cluexus assassin paused in confusion. It was precisely secrets like THAT which the assassin frequently did kill others over. Why were they laughing?
Ieron repeated his question. "So, tell me about yourself."
Hazzard chuckled "If your a psyker, couldn't you just take a look and see for yourself?"
Ieron pondered this. "Well...I suppose if that's what you'd prefer..."
"No, no!" Hazzard hurridley refused. "I was born on an Agri-World. Niveria. It really is in the ass end of nowhere so don't worry if you haven't heard of it. I didn't go into guard for a career, on Niveria few people do. But every son of Niveria has to serve 15 years, willing or not. If your lucky enough to stay alive while your commander gets shot, progression in the ranks is fairly easy. So within the first few months I was already a Lieutenant. That was when Furios took note of me. We were purging some cultists with annoying lisps when he showed up. I know what you're thinking, Furious must have seen me fighting bravely in action or somesuch, truth was it was nothing like that. It was the morning after our victory, and I had gotten wasted, getting up to all sorts of trouble. Before I knew it I was on latrine duty with most of my platoon. Furious was walking by with the Colonel and then he stopped. He pointed at me and said 'Him. He'll do.' The Colonel asked why and Furious said 'He has very endearing eyes.' "
Ieron interrupted. "You do, you know, have very endearing eyes." He saw the annoyed look Hazzard gave him. "Sorry. Please continue."
"So anyway" Hazzard pushed on "The Colonel asks how he'll come up with another platoon leader. Furious then said he'd take the whole platoon if that made things any easier. The Colonel smiled. I don't know what he had against me, but he always viewed our platoon as the troublemakers. So we packed our gear and shipped out. I got assigned the most mundane of jobs and the rest you were here for. What about you? Where do psykers come from?"
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Smacks wrote:
After the game, pack up all your miniatures, then slap the guy next to you on the ass and say.
"Actryx. A death world in most every sense of the word, it being a gas giant and all. I was raised on a mining drogue; they're massive airships that extract energy from that atmosphere. My, err... talents came to the attention of the Inquisition when an unexpected burst of warp-lightning caused the ship's storage tank to explode."
He paused to chuckle as the lieutenant looked down uneasily at the gas pipe they were sitting on.
"Took half the ship's population with it, it did," he remarked cheerily. The psyker noted Hazzard's uneasiness. "Oh, don't worry. I'm really quite safe now. I was just a juve then; you can really blame me." He continues with his story, oblivious to Hazzard's reaction. "I was imprisoned for months until the Black Ships came to take me. I can tell you I'm glad to see the back of that place; my talents have saved me from a life of drudgery."
The Enginseer reappeared at the end of the hallway with it's arm reattached and walked calmly towards them. +Damn Furious!+ he exclaimed in a mechanical voice. +I wanted to make him quiet as he was disturbing my prayers to the nearby holy machine spirit, so I lead the servitor to him hoping it would make a decent back scratcher. It didn't and he ripped my arm off and beat the Servitor to death with it, then threw it at me. How do you all deal with him anyway?+ continued the Engineer. Noticing the puzzled looks of the nearby people he decided to introduce himself. +I should probably introduce myself, huh. I am Olmedo, Enginseer of the Adeptus Mechanicus. I was originally assigned to this ship to help with on the field repairs+ said Olmedo.
Furious' constant yelling could still be heard echoing through the ship, but it was so common it might as well have been considered as normal as the humming of the ship's engines. +Also, I assigned a few of the more crappy Servitors to work with him after he killed that one. Hopefully they'll be able to help him for a while so he won't need us to do random stuff+ said Olmedo.
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"Olmedo, eh?" Hazzard chuckled "I can't say I've seen you before. Your lot all look alike to me." ++I could say the same to you++ Olmedo shot back.
Hazzard was impressed. An engineseer who back-talked. And he obviously wasn't too fond about Furious either, so that instantly put him in Hazzards good books. "Come, sit. Here, have an Iho." Hazzard proffered another of his stash to the engineseer. ++I would. But I'd need lungs to smoke with++ Olmedo said as he took his seat. Hazzard laughed. Then puased. He wasn't quite sure if the engineseer was joking. "So tell us about yourself Olmedo Detores Fagil (or whatever full name you find suitable n0t_u). " Iedon asked puffing on his Iho and making impossibly complex smoke exhalations in the shape of a gothic battlecruiser. ++H-How did you know my full name?++ Stammered Olmedo. Hazzard tapped his head. "Psyker." ++Oh.++ Olmedo shook his head. Why did HE always meet up with the strangest people, first that damn servo-skull, then Furios, and now these guys? ++Well what can I say? I guess I'll begin at the beginning...++
OCC: C'mon guys, don't be shy. Include dialog of other characters in your posts. This is where we settle out the backround stuff or buil our characters in some other way. As long as you don't make it a point-of-fact about someone else without their sayso or verification then it's okay.
BTW, I propose that after n0t_u has introduced his characters backround ghosty should make an entrance with an assassin. (Pleez don't try to kill us.) After that I reckon we should move on. (Crash anyone? )
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Smacks wrote:
After the game, pack up all your miniatures, then slap the guy next to you on the ass and say.
++I first joined the Adaptus Mechanius about.. 140 years ago. I was originally a Guardsman. But, during one battle the track of our Chimera was cut and the tank nearly tipped over from it. I just don't know what came over me, we were waiting for the Enginseer to show up and get us going again but our target, a bunch of traitor guard sped past in their own stollen vehicles. They had apparently stollen a part of an STC and were taking it back for their evil leaders. We were there on orders to assist the small Adaptus Mechanius force in recovering this artifact. I later researched and found out it was a deal with a higher up in order to gain permission to use a Titan. Anyway they sped past and we needed to chase after them. I got out of the tank, Plasma gun in hand and aimed it at a nearby rock. I fired until it started to go critical and placed it against the small brake in the Chimera's track. It overheated and actually fused it back together properly. I got back into the tank and we continued after them. They had lead us right to their base, so we reported it back to command. An attack was planned and we successfully managed to retrieve the STC fragment. I was inducted into the Adaptus Mechanius for my actions in the fight++ said Olmedo. The other sat there, they had expected a shorter background story instead they had a recount of an entire battle.
"WHERE'S THAT FETHING PSYKER!! I NEED MY FETHING COFFEE REHEATED!!!" Furious' echoing yell seemed to be getting louder . This made everyone a little worried. "Crap" said Hazzard. "Maybe we should go somewhere else" said Ieron. A servitor arm bounced to their feet. ++Yeah, let's go quickly++ said Olmedo, he started walking quickly towards the opposite end of the halway the others followed. "I HEAR FETHING FOOTSTEPS!! DON'T YOU RUN AWAY FROM ME!!" yelled Furious. ++Does he ever not yell? I mean is he stuck at that volume?++ asked Olmedo.
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"People with that kind of attitude ussually have a sad childhood." Hazzard wondered out loud. Hazzard often wondered what horrible, horrible thing had been done to Furious to make him like this, and smiled as he thought of how he could possibly arrange it to happen again for his amusement. Ieron and Olmedo were engaged in deep conversation as they hurried down the corridor, something about the mechanincal working of Warp travel. Hazzard wasn't really paying attention. He was probably being paranoid, but Hazzard just couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Just when he was sure he had heard a noise behind him, the damn PA system would explode with more colourful language from Furious. Speaking of which, the profanity of the Inquisitor Lord was quite original. Hazzard had never known that such a connection could be made between ones parents and a voyaging space-goat. He might use some of these himself if he ever got into a scrap.
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Smacks wrote:
After the game, pack up all your miniatures, then slap the guy next to you on the ass and say.
Effillion paused, and watched the men leave. he quietly pursued. presently, he was less than a metre behind them at all times. and yet non eof them noticed him. within his death mask, his lipless mouth smiled, and his lidless eyes blinked.
Iedon froze. something in the atmosphere had changed. he felt an unexplainable chill roll down his back as he stood there. it was as if directly behind him, there was an empty void, sucking at his soul.... Hazzard grunted under his breath "someone walking over my grave", and shivered involuntarily. even olmedo seemed to be disturbed by the sudden change. an unexplainable feeling of dread, and unease washed over the three. Iedon felt the faintest feelings of panic run through him.
+greetings lieutenent, enginseer and......psyker, i hope your having a pleasant stay on this ship?+ echoed a voice that inspired loathing in all three. they slowly turned round and saw Effilion crouched before them, his animus Speculums red dot sights pointing neatly at all three mens chests. then, as if deciding against an idea, he straightened to his full height, and extended his hand out in front of them.
+my name is Effilion+
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OOC: @ghosty: I see what you did there. (Hazzard = Sloan reference in Brisingir). BTW, which one is the Culuxus? Is that the one with the big head? Or the skull face killer?
Hazzard groaned. Not THIS guy again. How many other wierdos could this ship take? "What? You want an Iho smoke to?" Hazzard asked. He didn't shake the proffered hand, those fingers ended a little too sharply like blades for his liking. Then again, one didn't often get to see assasins close up, at least not for long. Hazzard figured if he was careful he might be able to sneak in a photo or two while it's (or his or her) back was turned. After that, the data-pics would probably sell well on any local planetary intra-web...
The assassin didn't answer. Hazzard shook his head. "Great!" He shouted as he continued to stalk down the corridor. "More Crazies! I would have been better off giving Lord Furious a foot massage in the first place!" He didn't mean it though. Then again, no-one had ever gotten killed as they gave Furious a foot massage, had they? Hazzard remembered what Olmedo had said about the servitor and suddenly he wasn't so sure. Mabye he was better off with these guys anyway.
He spun around. "Hey!" He shouted "You guys coming or what?" Olmedo shrugged and paced after him. The assassin, Effillion was it?, followed. Iedon looked like he was going to pop a gasket, but after a few seconds he too followed suit.
Now it was time to be debriefed at the bridge. Furious would be there, waiting. Hazzard shuddered. He hoped the Lord Inquisitor wasn't STILL pissed off...
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Smacks wrote:
After the game, pack up all your miniatures, then slap the guy next to you on the ass and say.
(Hazzard = Sloan reference in Brisingir).