Inquisitorial roleplay.

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**ghosty**

its the big brained anti psyker one. eversor is the skull faced killer.

**ghosty**

and i know you saw what i did there ^^

**ghosty**

Effilion was suprised by the mans directness. with a grimace, he followed. but he also decided to have a bit of fun. he walked shoulder to shoulder with the Psyker. after all, being an anti psyker tended to be fun.

ooc: btw heres some backround on culexus assassins

The Culexus Assassins are the most sinister, feared, and hated of all Imperial Assassins. They are null-entities in the warp, their unnatural lack of a presence inspiring even in non-psykers a sense of unease. To psykers their mere presence is terrifying, invoking panic. In the confusion caused by this fear, the assassin can move in on its target and eliminate them. To purely psychic entities like daemons, they are invisible.
The Culexus Assassins possess the "Pariah Gene", making them to all intents soulless, accounting for their having no warp-presence. This gene manifests itself very rarely, in a single individual among a billion, or more. This extreme rarity, coupled with the inevitable losses during training, makes the Culexus assassins the rarest of all Imperial assassins. hope this helps.

**Owain**

OOC: Ghosty. Once again, please capitalize the first letter of every sentence. Possessives require an apostrophe, and so on.

Ieron was shaking violently. Turning suddenly on the assassin, he pulled a plasma pistol from under his robes and pointed it at his tormentor. His hands shook violently. "That's it!" he screamed, almost incoherent. "Get this filth away from me before I purge it myself!" He was unsteady on his feet, but the coils of the weapon glowed as they struggled to contain the bolt of white-hot gas.

**ghosty**

Effilion smiled underneath his mask. he slowly made out the sounds of trickling, and sure enough, a thin wet patch apeared on the calf of the Psykers robe hem.

+ Think about what your doing, im rare, very very rare. You, your replaceable. Me? Im priceless.+

Effilion leaned in close, until his head was less than an inch from the gun barrel. His Animus Speculum barrel slowly started to rotate, and a bolt of dark matter started to form at the end. All three of the laser targetters were pointed at Ierons head. he then slowly reached down to his belt, and pulled a Psyk Out grenade from its belt loop. His hand hovered above the Button.

+ Your move +

**Emperors Faithful**

*SMACK*
The Assassin dropped. Hazzard sighed as he threw down the toolbox that some tech-preist or other had left lying around. He'd been expecting some sort of fancy Hand-to-Hand from Effilion, but the guy really hadn't seen that coming. The Assassin moaned.
"You might be priceless, Assassin, but you pull another stunt like that and I swear I'll shove this chainsabre so far up your ass that you'll remember your times in Assassin-Juvie-School or whatever the feth you call it." Hazzard pointed at the still white-faced Ieron. "Same goes for you there."

Olmedo stood by passively. ++That was my toolbox. Where'd you find it?++

Hazzard looked at him dumbfoundedly. Of all the...
The ship suddenly seemed to lurch violently, rocking to and fro, forcing the group to the floor.

***WHOOOOOOP*** ***WHOOOOOOP*** ***WHOOOOOOP***

Hazzard and Ieron clamped thier hands over their ears, the Assassin moaned again, and Olmedo turned down the volume in his recorder. The captains strained voice came on, no longer full of his snide Preatorian-accented drawl. "All personnel to attention! Some warp sorcery has knocked us out of orbit! This ship has less than 10minutes before our descent becomes lethal. Get to your designated Escape Pods. Skeleton Crew are to remain behind with me, target any and all targets that present themselves. If we're going down let's at least try to ram this girl down the Archenemies throat! Emperor Guide you. Tiberion out."

"Oh feth!" gasped Hazzard. He looked down at Effilion. "Well we can't leave him here." He struggled to pick him up. "Come help me, Ieron!"

"Are you kidding? I'm not touching that thing!" Ieron practically screamed.

"Fine! Olmedo, help me out here will ya?" Hazzard pleaded.

++Very well, the Omnisiah would be much grieved to see such a valuable tool gone to waste.++ Olmedo grappled the assassin legs, lifting him in unision with Hazzard.

"Good." Hazzard breathed. "Now we just need to get to a fething escape pod."

**Orkeosaurus**

"Assassin!" Inquisitor Furious shouted as he gulped down a handful of apirin. "Get off the floor! You're not some sort of fething... carpet... or something! And psyker, stop pissing your pants, we've got serious work to be doing."

"Sir!" Captain Hazzard snapped a quick salute. "Are we to make way to the escape pods as per the Captains-"

"Drop pods sport, not escape pods. It was a lovely fething trip, but this boat's not taking us any further. We're making planetfall. And if I hear one more fething ‘whoop’ from these fething..." Inquisitor Furious took out his bolt pistol and fired a round into two of the alarm systems mounted on the wall.

"Move out you sad lumps of gak, all of you!" A fat, ugly, naked, flying baby joined up with them and perched on the Inquisitor's shoulder as the rest of his retinue picked themselves up and followed him to the engine room. And then followed him to the kitchen. And then followed him to the turret control module. And then followed him into the engine room again, where Inquisitor Furious finally asked a panicking crewman for directions to the torpedo bay that had been refitted for drop pod assaults.

**Lord-Loss**

From down the Hallway, they can hear a man shouting. The group stops, Hazzard takes his Bolt pistol off 'safe mode' and the Assassin puts his hand on his sword.

A man comes into view, awkard, red-faced and skinny. He's holding a armful of paper work in one hand and a sandwich in the other. He shouts "Luitent Hazzard, Hazzard Sir!" Hazzard sigh's.

The man finaly reachs them and stands there for a moment catching his breath. In doing this he clutches the sandwich too tight and the sauce goes all over his hand.

"Sir Hazzard, I have your paperwork here" He shouts inbetween gasps of breath.

"What are you talking about " Shouts Hazzard "The ships going to crash, we have to make our way to the escape pods"

"Drop Pods" Furious points out. Hazzard glares at him.

"Donut is my second in command" Hazzard says slowly, as if relunctuant to tell them.

"Why Is his name donut?" Asked Furious. "He dad loved Donuts" Giggles Hazzard. "No He Didn't!" Donut cried.

"There is no time to didle-daddle" Shouts the Olmedo "We must be on our way to the escape pods"

"Drop Pods" Furious points out again.

**Emperors Faithful**

"Drop Pods?!?" Hazzard yelped. They were going to die. He knew it. Furious knew it. They all knew it.
"Sir, surely you know that Drop Pods are designed only for the Astartes?"

Furious cackled madly as they hurried down the maze of hallways. "There's a first time for everything!"

"But what if it doesn't work?" Hazzard was panicking.

"If at first you don't suceed, try, try again!" Furious luaghed.
Hazzard gave up. He mumbled "I don't think that's applicable for using a Drop Pod."
"What's that?" Furious snapped.
"Nothing." Hazzard said sharply.
"Nothing what?" Growled Furious.
"Nothing, SIR." Sighed Hazzard.

"Come the others are probably already waiting for us." Furious shouted behind him.
"What others?" Hazzard shouted back over the rippling explosions emnatting from behind them.
"If you don't move that scrawny ass of yours you'll never find out!" Furious grinned.
Hazzard looked like he was going to say something, but another explosion convinced him to shut up and hurry.

OCC: I've convinced Cheese Elemental (Guard Serge) and Lord-Loss (medic/nurse/chuirigon) to enter this as well. So you probably find them in the drop-pod.

**Emperors Faithful**

Oh. I just got ninja'd. :(

"Come on, Donut you silly fether! Hurry up!" Hazzard shouted behind him.

**Shadowbrand**

(Can I join in as a Grey knight or a Guardsmen?

-Shadow

**Owain**

OOC: Guardsman, please. No room for power armour if we have to take a taxi on the surface.

Ieron moaned as he clambered into the drop pod. This was NOT turning out to be a good day. His psychic senses were just now recovering. He could sense at least two more souls rushing to reach the drop pods along with the rest of Hazzard's platoon. He looked out the doorway. "Hurry it up, you grox-fondlers! This tub is about to spring a big leak and trust me, you do NOT want to be on board when that happens!" Oh, dear, he thought, I'm starting to sound like Furious.

He sat back in his chair, letting his physical form go slack as his mind poured forth. From their gradually lowering orbit, he was able to survey the planet below him with senses the average human cannot even dream of.

Below him, a war rages between rebels and Furious' expedition. He could still feel this malign artifact, too, its presence like a cold hand on the back of its neck. This bad day was about to get a while lot worsel

**Emperors Faithful**

Hazzard clambered into the Drop pod, practically dragging the still-prone assassin behind him with Olmedo. The drop pod had an alternate design that you might expect from a drop pod. This had been modified (ever so slightly) for normal humans. While the average Space Marine design would house only 10 or so of the astartes, this could fit upwards of 20 normal beings.

HAving secured the assassin to his seat, as far from Iedon as possible, Hazzard peered into the gloom. He could make out a few faces, some of them he recognised to be guardsmen of his own. Not all were from Niveria like he was he reminded himself, but since he was of the highest rank of any present he figured himself to be something akin to being in charge. Good luck trying to convince THEM about that though. Hazzard was about to order Olmedo to close the doors, even though there was still some space left, when he heard voices crying out for them to stop. Through the flames he could make out a figure (or was it two?) running thier guts out, trying to make the pod in time.

**ghosty**

Effilion woke with a sudden snap. His head gear was scrambled. So, with typical assassin logic, instead of looking around his surroundings, he removed his helmet and started to fiddle with it. He sensed that people, mostly the guardsmen, were looking at his face in shear horror. It was thin, and his grey skin was stretched over his skull thinly. He looked up through a pair of sunken sockets, and made eye contact with Hazzard. The look said more things than any amount of words ever could.
Hazzard made a mental note not to piss of the Assassin in future. When he was satisfied with His mask, he put it back on, and then unfastened himself from his harness. Getting up, he cycled through the various targetting systmes of his mask. Apparently satisfied, he stalked into the shadowy corner of the drop pod and crouched down. Hazzard thought to himself 'his funeral'.

**SagesStone**

There was an awkward silence as the assassin attempted to hide in a dark courner as drop pods tended not to have many especially when the doors were open. ++Soooo are we going to close the door or are you all going to put on Space Suits?++ asked Olmedo standing next to the controls.

**Little lord Fauntleroy**

*EF invited me to play. So if this all goes horribly wrong,it's his fault

*

Stormtrooper sergeant Tryjon was not having a good day.

"Men move out. Lets see if we can find the Inquisitor, and get our buts of this Emperor-Forsaken ship before it goes nuclear." There is muttered agreement from his squad behind him. Tryjon Grimaced-they didn't want to be here anymore than he did, but those damn Ordo's types had stuck them here. And now they wanted out.
Tryjon turned to the Stormtrooper next to him, holding an auspex, and whispered "See anything Gurney" in a manner which made it apparent he hoped the answer was no. "Well", Gurney replied, "We've got something, but I can't tell what it is". Tryjon rolled his eyes, and muttered "Bleedin' typical", to no-one in particular, before shouting to his squad "Men! Flashlights on! Be ready for an engagement!". Nod's from the rest of the squad.
Slowly opening a door, hellgun at the ready, Tryjon couldn't help but have a big, goofy smile on his face as he saw Olmedo and assasain Elffilion in front of him. "Oh", the sergeant intoned. "Hello. Not interrupting anything am I?"

**SagesStone**

++Nah, we were just about to leave the ship. You want Furious? I think it would be more tactically sound if he accompanied you in the Drop Pod opposite of this one++ said Olmedo. Hazzard and Iedon realised what Olmedo was suggesting and went with it. "Maybe you should go with them Effilion. They would be better with an assassin to help them as well" said Hazzard. Iedon tried not to smile. "Why the feth should I go into that one over there?" asked Furious. ++Well its way better than this one++ said Olmedo. "Really?" asked Furious. ++Yeah, trust me I'm an Enginseer I know these things. You see this is what we call a servitor class drop pod. Sure it looks alright but really you have to remember we can just repair most of the servitors when we get there. That other one though is the delux model, I'm not allowed to go into it only an Inquisitor and his squad can. If I were a higher rank though I'd gladly leave this death trap and go into that one++ said Olmedo. Furious stormed out of the Drop Pod and headed towards the other one yelling about being tricked into getting into the crap one and not the much better one accross the halway. He dragged Effilion behind him, as an Inquisitor would be an idiot not to keep their assassin nearby.

Olmedo high fived Hazzard and Iedon as the Drop Pod doors closed.

**Lord-Loss**

Sweat poured down Donut's face. "Are these things safe, are they safe Hazzard sir?"

"I dont know Donut, but we're find out soon enough" Hazzard said, annoyed.

Iedon chuckled "We're find out soon enough" he said, as the drop pod door closed.

**SagesStone**

++Yeah they're perfectly safe I just didn't feel like listening to Furious the whole way down, this one and the one he just left for are exactly the same. Between his yelling and the sound of us moving quickly through the atmosphere we would probably get a headache. You can thank me later Guardsmen++ said Olmedo, he lifted up one of the seats to reveal a pile of books, magazines and board games. ++Anyone want to play Extreme Hungry Hungry Squigs? The extreme part is that we're in a drop pod and will be speeding towards the ground at about 500-800 miles per hour++ said Olmedo, he looked around the drop pod to see if anyone was interested.

**ghosty**

Effilion was now sitting next to the inquisitor, who was on his left. To his right, their was an empty seat, and then to his right again, was an extremaly nervous looking Storm trooper holding an auspex. He turned back to the inquisitor.
+when we make planetfall, what will be my duties?+
Furios stared him in the eyes. "i want you to shadow me and my men"he whispered, whispering didnt seem to agree with Furios, and he turned and yelled at something about a storm trooper and the storm troopers mother fornicating with each other. He then turned back to Effilion "im not paranoid (Effilion grinned at this) but some of the people ive got in my retinue are hardly trustworthy." Effilion nodded. Suddenly their was a sense of weightlessness, before gravity smashed them into their seats with bone breaking force. They were dropping like a comet into a combat Zone. Effilion started his pre-battle rituals. Firstly he cycled through each of his targetting systems out of habit, before he clenched his hands onto his head, and emptied his mind of everything. An effective Assassin, is a calm Assassin. after completing his ritual, he looked up to see what the others were doing. A couple were screaming, Their sargeant was gripping a photo, and the auspex weilding man was busy cleaning its screen of a splash of vomit. Furios himself was praying.
+combat systems on+

**Owain**

Ieron nodded at Olmedo. "I'll join you. I don't think we've time for much else before we hit the surface."

He looked around. "It's IeRon, by the way. I can't help but skim from your surface thoughts that some of you are misspelling my name."

The doors of the drop pod swung shut and it lurched unpleasantly as a servitor-crane loaded it into the torpedo tube. The PA pinged and a calm, mechanical voice chimed in. "Drop pod deployment in T-minus one minute. Please fasten your seatbelts and note that the machine spirit has turned on the No Smoking sign." Rolling their eyes and sharing a derisive chuckle, Ieron and Hazzard took a moment to light up, having lost their lho-sticks in their hurry to get to the drop pods. "Please keep your hands and feet inside the drop pod during orbital re-entry." The pod's retaining clamps groaned as they were released. The psyker looked around expectantly. "What, no refreshments-" At that moment, there was a loud bang as the drop pod was fired with concussive force towards the surface of Pyranda IV. At this moment, Olmedo spoke up. +Wait... no coordinates were given to the launch servitors! Where in the Omnissiah's name are we going to land?+ Awkward glances were exchanged by all on board. "Look on the bright side," Hazzard said. "There's no way Furious is going to land anywhere near us."

OOC: I must insist that no one write the drop-pod landing. I have a very specific and amusing outcome in mind for our re-entry. I've left some time for character development and general awkwardness aboard the pods beforehand.

**Emperors Faithful**

"How many other drop pods do you think made it out, Olmedo?" Hazzard asked. His stimach lurched as a wave of turbelence (at least, he HOPED it was turbelence) rocked the pod.
++I'm not sure. we only had 3 or 4 in operating condition. But remember, not all the crew would have escaped via drop pod. There were a few shuttle in the docking bay however it would have been extremely difficult for the pilot to have manuvered the craft out at that angle.++ Olmedo turned and passed the dice to Ieron.

Hazzard didn't really care, not that much. He just wanted to distract himself with something, anything. He really did not want to dwell on the fact that they were about to crash in something that was designed for someone with ceramite balls. He saw Donut looking at a data-pic next to him. Hoping it was one of those girly-slates he leaned over to have a look. It was a girl, quite pretty to, but to Hazzard great dissapointment, in no way naughty. Hazzard had once had a girl back home, but even he wasn't optomistic enough to believe that she'd be waiting when he got back. And he'd met plenty others since then he thought to himself with a grin. A few seats away, Ieron grinned also, but that could have been becuase of a good roll or something.

"Who is she?" Hazzard asked Donut.

**Shadowbrand**

*Somewhere in the distance a drop pod come soaring down close to the atmosphere*

Guardsmen Jaska looked around him scared of the "Death trap" as he called it, hell all of his Xavien brothers were scared of it.
The sergeant looked over a traditional wolf mask covering over the provided Cadian armor the regiment was given.
"Do you think the inquisitor will come down for us?" whispered Jaska. "Lets hope so" the Sergeant said softly.

**Emperors Faithful**

OOC: As already mentioned, there is enough space for around 20 normal humans in a single drop pod, so it's entirely possible that you xould fit in the same one as either Hazzard, Olmedo and Ieron, or the same one as Effillion and Furious. Do you want to change it? Or are you going somewhere with this?

**Lord-Loss**

"Who is she?" Hazzard asked Donut.

Donut see's Hazzard glancing at his Data-pic. "Nothing Sir!" Donut tried to put the data-pic into his pocket, but Hazzard was too fast for him.

Whipping the data-pic from Donut, Hazzad studies the picture. Taking amusement in Donut obvious embrassement. Hazzard scrolls down the page, his eyes light up as he releases there is writing below the picture.

"Look guys, its a picture of his Girlfriend and he's wrote her a poem" Hazzard laughed. "Read it out!" laughed Ieron.

As Hazzard read out Donuts terrible poetry about his Girlfriend, he turned an even deeper shade of crimson.

"This isnt gonna be fun" thought Donut as they tumbled to the Planet below.

**Emperors Faithful**

Hazzard luaghed and started reading his aides poetry to the entire pod.

I gladly were upon this chest,
The mark of our ever loving crest.
I hope one day we meet again.
But alas I fear this is the end.

The luaghter started to subside.

Avaline you have my heart.
Avaline you have my soul.
Avaline, my love, I want you so.
But dear Avaline, I must go.

Many a night you kept me warm.
Without you I feel lost and forlon.
But now the call to arms has come,
And I must answer, choice I have none.

All was silent, everyone listening intently.

Avaline you have my heart.
Avaline you have my soul.
Avaline, my love, I want you so.
But dear Avaline, I must go.

It is for you that I shall fight,
And fight the foe with all my might.
When I go please do not wait.
For if I die, that is my fate.

A few sniffles could now be heard in the gloom.

Avaline you have my heart.
Avaline you have my soul.
Avaline, my love, I want you so.
But dear Avaline, I must go.

Hazzard stopped. Wiping his nose he supressed a sniffle of his own and passed the data-slate back to Donut.
"That's some pretty deep stuff you got there, Donut. Special, eh? Keep it safe won't ya?"

All was quiet, nothing broke the silence apart from the rocking and clattering as they decended.
Hazzard turned over to Olmedo and Ieron.
"What about you fellas? Is there a special girl waiting for you somewhere?"

**Orkeosaurus**

"Onward, Imperial soldiers, marching off to war,
with the sword of The Emperor going on before.
Hail, the immortal conqueror, leads against the foe;
forward into battle see his legions go!

Onward, Imperial soldiers, marching off to war,
with the sword of The Emperor going on before..."

The Culexus adjusted his helmet to block out the Inquisitor's "singing" (which was, in fact, just him shouting the lyrics at the top of his lungs without any sort of melody). The storm troopers in the pod seemed emboldened by his hymn, at least. He had started out with some simple praying from The Litanies of Hate, but now he was working himself into some sort of frenzy.

Going into a warzone was one of the few things that made Inquisitor Furious... not not angry, but less angry than usual. Sort of a happy angry. The fact that he had no idea if he would even land in a warzone was lost on him; of course, anywhere where there's anybody, there are people for Inquisitor Furious to hate with a passion, so he had reason not to worry. As he sung he took turns alternating between polishing his power sword and oiling his chainsword.

"At the sign of triumph Chaos' host doth flee;
on then, Imperial soldiers, on to victory!
The Eyes's foundations quiver at the shout of praise;
brothers, lift your voices, loud your anthems raise..."

**Emperors Faithful**

OOC: This is turning out to be quite a long trip for a drop pod. (What with everyone looking like they're reciting songs and holding lengthy conversations. Is it about time that we land or something, Owain?

**SagesStone**

++Well Enginseers are kind of incapable of love, we need to be cold and calculative nearly all the time. I'm actually lucky I still have a personality++ laughed Olmedo, it was fairly disturbing to hear the laughter or an Enginseer because of the vox that replaced their human voice. He had just won a game of Extreme Hungry Hungry Squigs, he tipped out the small plastic balls and put them back into the dish so they could start another round.

**Little lord Fauntleroy**

"BRACE FOR IMPACT!" shouted Tryjon, as the pod careened into the ground of the planet below. Moments after, The Storm troopers burst out in combat position, With the sergeant at the head. When they had secured the area, the Inquisitor walked out confidently, his face unreadable. Finally, the assassin stalked out, skull mask flicking from side to side looking for his prey. Tryjon let out a breath he'd been keeping, turned to the inquistor, and asked "What are our orders, sir?" as politely as he could manage. Under his breath, he added 'Like we want to know'.