Please do not post in this thread if you are not part of this roleplay. Those involved will be on the character sheets below, and I will have sent them a PM linking here (if you haven't recieved the PM hang on a tick). I urge everyone participating to READ EVERYTHING tht I've set out here.


Overview

You are a member of Inquisitor Remus' extensive retinue, of the Ordo Hereticus. You have been selected to join Task-Force Fury on a manhunt, brought here by the requisitioned Naval Cruiser Sanctum's Pride. The target, even their name, has been concealed from you. It is not your place to know who this mysterious quarry is, only that you fulfil your duty in hunting down and destroying them.

The chase will lead you and Task Force Fury from world to world, across whole systems and demi-sectors. You do not know how much of a lead the prey has on you, whether it is weeks, months, even years. The trail is there though, if one looks closely, the clues and half-truths inevitably leading to the target itself.

It is not expected that all of you will survive this mission. You wield authority by virtue of working for the Inquisition, but not the limitless authority of an Inquisitor Remus himself behind you, Interrogator Senioris Avare heads this mission and is not yet inducted. Regiments and Planets will not leap at your word, though they are unlikely to stand in your way, lest they attract the accusing gaze of the Inquisition. This mission calls for discretion.

It is surely His will, for the target shall be less mindful of a single ship of pursuers than of a whole sector watching for them.

In His name.




Rules of Posting

1. Read everyone's posts, it's painfully obvious when people go off on their own tangent without paying any mind to the situation of other posters (or what the situation itself now is, such as whether the fighting has stopped). This also applies to orders or requests for help from other players, if Avare tells you to provide covering fire, don't jump out the window (and vice versa).
And if you do refuse or don't end up following the other persons advice, make a point of it, such as spotting more enemies that the other poster hasn't noticed, and engaging them instead.

2. Be aware of limitations, if you're a stormtrooper and you take out 3 bad guys in quick sucession that's fine. Posting something truly insane, like spear-tackling a dreadnought with nothing more than a frag grenade and a rusty spoon, is not on. If you need an example to accurately follow, look at how well your guy would do on the tabletop.
This also applies to wargear, unless you've made it clear you're carrying special equipment. An engineseer with a servo-arm and power axe? Cool. An engineseer with laser eyes and a vortex grenade packed away in their trousers? No.

3. Every post shouldbe in the 3rd person, but at the head it should read as follows:
Character:
Location:
Situation:

This allows other players to keep track of one another, things like who/what/where can tend to get mixed-up when reading through multiple posts.

4. Have fun. Seriously, this is a recreational activity, don't have a heartbreak over it. Enjoy yourself and enjoy conversing and engaging with other people's characters. Rps where people know each other, whether that means liking one another or rivalry, end up far better than where everyone is always doing their own thing. That's not to say don't do you own thing, but be sure to engage with other posters.


Character Sheets

With wargear, as I've said, you should know what's over the top and what's not for your character.
As for the Recording Logs, the current ones are of Remus and Avare reviewing (and approving) the members of the team for this mission. The logs will be added tp for each individual as the mission continues, commenting on their failure, death, dedication, stability or anything else Avare finds noteworthy.
When a character dies (and they will start popping off, no doubt) their field turns from green to red. And a final log on Avare's part will report their death, most likely in a cold and uncaring manner (as befits a likely-Inquisitor).

Emperors Faithful: Leader (The fellow in charge)

Name: Meldev Avare
Age: 38
Affilitation: Inquisition, Ordos +CLASSIFIED+. Ex-Schola Progenium student.
Position/Rank: Interrorgator Senioris, Remus' unnamed sucessor (or Inquisitor-in-waiting).
Particular Skills: According to Interrogator Avare's profile she is a born-leader. Skilled with a blade, but a nervous tick from damaged nerve tissue on her right arm has ruined her aim. When not in a combat she has a habit of keeping the hand, which tends to clench and unclench reflexively, tucked behind her back, disguised as a professionaly aloof posture.
This small impairment is more than made up for by her ruthlessness, her demands of perfection from both herself and her underlings, and a steel resolve to achieve a goal with no heed to the cost.

Background: Heresy insidiously finds it's path into the ranks of humanity in different ways. Sometimes it is a slow process, the roots of faithlessness creeping in, its insidious chokehold revealed all too late to resist or cleanse without absolute extermination. In the case of Avare's homeplanet, Pertiva III, the change was much more rapid. It is uncertain what brought Inquisitor Remus to Pertiva III, a backwater Agri-world, for the Schola Progenium which he visited was by no means remarkable. Certainly he did not intend to stay long enough to conduct any sort of investigation but, even unnanounced, his very presence was enough.
Truly it must have been the Emperor's Providence that forced the traitors to act too early, for the ringleaders were spurred into rallying their followers too hastily, before their hold on the planet had truly been secured. As it was, the element of surprise still worked in the heretic's favour. While the PDF was torn apart from the inside out by sudden conflict, former defenders of the Imperium suddenly opening fire on their bewildered comrdes, the Schola Progenium itself was attacked in overwhelming numbers, the traitor generals desperate to silence the Inquisitor before he could get word of the foul act to the Imperium. It was during the course of this bloody overnight battle, between a thin line of young Schola cadets, with a mere dozen Stormtroopers, and the horde of attackers that grew as the battle raged, it was here that Avare saved Remus' life, personally dragging him to the recently landed shuttle, then rushing back to join her fellow cadets as the shuttle safely launched. She was 16 at the time.
Induction: When Inquisitor Remus returned at the head of a sizeable task force, 5 years later, Pertiva III was still locked in a gruelling civil war. Within months the planet was cleared of taint, the resistance trampled underfoot by the regiments of the Imperial Guard, made all the more swift and certain by a detatchment of Astartes from the Minotaurs Chapter. Inquisitor Remus was no doubt surprised to discover Avare, now 21, not only alive, but commanding the loylaist guerilla forces of the southern continent. Impressed, after Pertiva III was declared cleansed by an Ecclesiarchy Official, Avare soon found herself inducted into Remus' retinue, leaving the broken world behind. She has served under his direction for only 17 years, but already it is apparent that Inquisitor Remus is grooming her to be his sucessor.
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+++DESIGNATION LADY AVARE+++
+++Encryption Level: PERSIPAL+++
+++Recording Log 1a+++

Remus: You didn't mention that you swear like a Monrolla Gypsie when you're stressed.

Avare: [Raised voice] I do not!

Remus: Yes, you do. I made a point of recording it during that firefight back on the Cuice Outcrops. The servo-skull wrote it down as you spoke, here's the transcript.

Avare: Ah... I'll have to work on that.

Remus: Avare, there's something I haven't told you. This will be your last mission under me as my acolyte. No, don't look at me like that, you haven't done anything wrong. Quite the opposite, Avare, I'm going to petition your induction as a full Inquisitor before the council. This is your initiation test, Avare. Suceed here and you will no longer be my pupil, but my peer. If you fail...

Avare: Only in death does duty end.

Remus: Quite so, my child. Quite so.


Toastedandy
Name of Character: Sergeant. Slavro
Age: 37.
Affiliation:Imperial Guard
Position/Rank: Sergeant
Particular skills: ++++++++++++++++
Background: 101st Stormtrooper regiment. Sergeant of Squad 'Helborne'
Induction: Sole survivor of a Necron incursion, Slavro was reassigned to Inquisitor Remus.
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+++DESIGNATION SERGEANT SLAVRO+++
+++Encryption Level: HYPHELION+++
+++Recording Log 2a+++
Remus: You’ve met him before. He’s a good man. A damn hero by all accounts.

Avare: Only in passing, my lord, and I know that, Emperor knows, I’ve seen his records. But I’d also like to be familiar with the people I’ll be working with in this mission. I just want to know that if push comes to shove he-

Remus: If push comes to shove? [Laughter] Push came to shove when that damn monolith tore up the Leman Russ Squadron. Push came to shove when his men were ripped to shreds by those hellish clawed creatures. I’ve seen the vid-logs. A man who lives through that isn’t the kind to crack under pressure. And his record of service under me is nothing if not exemplary. No one is better qualified than him to command the fire teams.

Avare: …very well then. Actually, now that I look at his actions during the Piscina rebellion, he demonstrates a solid grasp of tactics and strategic thinking.

Remus: [Laughter] If I could get just one more chance to look at that cultist's face when we burst through the skylight…

+++Recording Log 2b+++

Avare: The sergeant is more skilled in combat than I gave him credit for. By the saints that smarts, punishment detail...no that would be petty. My own lack in skills earned me these bruises, not any insubordination on my part. From the meetings it's clear that he knows what he's doing. He should work to keep his men in line though, if they have questions they should go through him first.




N0t_u
Name of Character: Zeta (Full name : Z18231a, though most don't know or bother with it; actual name is lost)
Age: Unknown
Affiliation: Officio Assassinorum
Position/Rank: Callidus
Particular skills: Close quarters expert, linguist, deception, stealth, poisons and persuasion
Background: History either classified or unknown, Z18231a does not possess much memory and is even unsure if they remember their true form.
Induction: Z18231a was recruited due to their loyalty (as they remember nothing but service to the Emperor) and the skill which they had displayed in previous missions. One notable occasion involved a Tau Cadre brought to panic when a messenger which seemed from the Water Caste drove a blade into an Ethereal's head before vanishing in the chaos caused.
Profile Pic: Whatever he damn well pleases. -Remus

+++DESIGNATION Z18231A [Addendum ZETA]+++
+++Encryption Level: HYPHELION+++
+++Recording Log 3a+++
Remus:Ah this fellow. Not sure what to make of him. Or her. Emperor’s teeth, we’ll call it ‘him’, [Exhalation] their kind confuse me even on those simple terms. And damn that name of his, change it something I can actually pronounce. What do you think of him?

Avare: Given the nature of our operations…

Remus: Of course, he’ll be damn useful in that environment. [Pause] Keep your eye on him though.

+++Recording Log 3b+++
Avare: The Assassin's recommendation was well deserved. The Yellow Dogs never even suspected that one of their own was actually an Imperial Agent. He managed to make contact with the informant, but I wish we could have used his disguise, and the element of surprise, to greater effect. Ah well, we know what he's capable of now.



Little Lord Fauntelroy
Name: Brother Aygapus
Age: ~300 Terran years
Affiliation: Minotaurs Chapter of the AdeptusAstartes
Position/Rank: Former terminator assault Veteran, 1st Company
Particular skills: Gifted strategist (but, as always for the Assault Terminators, prefers to break stuff), fanatical hatred of Orks even for a Minotaur.
Background: Homeworld unknown, but records on board the DaedolusKrata indicate thetAygapus was recruited from a planet on the borders of T'au space. A member of 4th company for most of his life, Aygapus was inducted into the First Company shortly before the Badab war. He was present during the last series of boarding attacks against the Lamentors chapter, where he was often called upon to offer tactical advice to other 1st company squads. However, Aygapus finds it almost impossible to trust anyone outside of his chapter, which has in the past created problems when working alongside other Imperial forces.
Induction: Exiled from his chapter by lord Moloc for 150 years following some unrecorded transgression during the Badab War, Aygapus was originally going to be transferred into the Deathwatch. However, he came to the attention of Inquisitor Remus whilst the crusier transporting him and his new squad was attacked by Ork 'Freebooterz', leaving Aygapus the sole survivor due to his sheer brutality. At the request of the Inquisitor Moloc changed the sentence to induction into Remus' retinue, although as penance he was stripped of his equipment and in essence demoted back to a scout. However, his skills remain and he is still ready to be put into action when a mission needs a little extra brutality-which it often does. Exactly what he did Aygapus never speaks of, and any who require usually do not live to regret it.

+++DESIGNATION BROTHER AYGAPUS+++
+++Encryption Level: HYPHELION+++
+++Recording Log 4a+++
Avare: You know, my lord, I was always impressed with your good accord with the Astartes.

Remus: It’s not easy to maintain strong relations; they’re as independent as they are stubborn. I remember this one, nearly ripped apart the Ork ship single-handedly. Do you think he’ll be able to conceal himself?

Avare: I should think that when there is need that demands the use of theAstartes, the time for subtlety has long gone.

Remus: [Laughter] Quite so.

+++Recording Log 4b+++
Avare: Brother Aygapus isn't as outspoken as Brother Ronan. I prefer this one, the quiet type. I sense that I may have offended him with the comment on Gulliman, but not enough to cause crack in his disclipline. Maybe he'll keep Brother Ronan in line, or maybe he'll become just as problematic. Damn Astartes...

+++Recording Log 4c+++
Avare: Slavro reports that Brother Aygapus was very eager to engage the Crimson Jackals. I should have guessed as much, Assualt Terminators are essentially created for close quarters combat. According to Slavro's report his role as a distraction was effective enough, the gangers certainly didn't have anything else on their mind, but his bloodlust could become a problem in other situations.



WARORK
Name: Mikal Holtz
Age: 200
Affiliation: AdeptusMechanicus
Position/Rank: Iron Priest
Particular skills: Particularly human acting for a tech priest, intuitive, improvising, the uncanny ability (for a tech priest) to think outside the box and outside protocol.
Background: Mikal was truly gifted with insight from the Omnissiah as a child and was therefore taken from his home planet and trained on Mars for many decades in the arcane arts of machinery. He served the Imperial cause wherever he was called but his often unorthodox methods and seeming disdain for the more advanced mechanical replacements (he has quite a few, but not nearly as many as many others) were always frowned upon by the Magi. Given this, he was never able to rise very far through the ranks of the Mechanicus, he was content, however, to serve as the head Engineseer for the Imperial 45th Cadian Shock Troopers
Induction: During one of the many Chaos incursions on the planet Cadia, the Inquisitor Remus was attached to the Cadian 45th, and while there was intrigued by the unusual, yet successful ways the guardsmen of the regiment were carrying the fight. He was even more surprised to hear that these innovative ideas were coming from a Techpriest. At the request of Inquisitor Remus at the end of the campaign, the Techpriest and his retinue were assigned to the Inquisition under Inquisitor Remus.
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+++DESIGNATION ENGINESEER HOLTZ+++
+++Encryption Level: HYPHELION+++
+++Recording Log 5a+++
Avare: A Cogboy? You know they have the creativity of a limp servitor.

Remus: Yes, yes. But thisone is different, I promise. He tends to think out outside the box. One might say he that he’s got a bit more spark. [Remus emphasises this last word]

Avare: …with all due respect, my lord, that was terrible.

+++Recording Log 5b+++
Avare: It's become apparent that that Engineseer Holtz is not as...reverent, as other Engineseers of his like. While the simplicity from a Techpriest is refreshing, and the repairs are certainly done faster, I cannot help that this irreverence will not somehow dversely affect the Machine Spirits that Holtz operates on.

+++Recording Log 5c+++
Avare: In his report, Slavro mentioned that Holtz used a servo-skull as a surveillance device. It's not as rare as Slavro thinks, the Officio Assassinorium makes extensive use of them, but how Holtz converted the skull's design and function to suit the goals of mission is unique. I've never heard of the Mechanicus so readily twisting the conventional use of a piece of technology to suit the demands of the mission. I've a feeling Holtz, and his approach, will be most useful in later missions.



HellsGaurdian
Name: Ronan
Age: 311
Affiliation: Space Marine
Position/Rank: Battle Brother from the 3rd Company
Particular skills: Standard Space marine training
Background: Ronan has led a typical life of Space Marine and earned many honours in his years of Service to the Elite Guard under the command of Chapter Master Warrender. Having performed beyond expectations in several large scale engagements, Scout sergeant Ronan was quickly promoted to a fully fledged Battle Brother and entered the ranks of the 2nd Devastor squad "Pure Shots" within the 3rd Company. He has shown his skills over his fellows several times over in the field with his calculating and methodical approach to warfare
Induction: As to the reason as to why a Chapter Master would so willingly send one of his Battle Brothers to aid Remus is still a mystery, perhaps Remus has unknowingly done something that has benefited the Elite Guard and thus the Chapter Master has felt the need to repay the dept, or perhaps Chapter Master Warrender knows something more about this mission than even the Inquisition and felt the need to send one of his finest into the fray to ensure success. Whatever the reason none can deny the look of bewilderment on his face as only 6weeks from the date of his original request for aid should a fully kitted Battle Brother arrive and pledge his aid to the Inquisitor. One should note however, he did not pledge his loyalty ...

To prevent any misconception of loyalty or links between the Elite Guard Chapter and Remus, it was agreed that Ronan would discard his Armour and heraldry so that the origins of this Battle Brother would remain a secret from all but Inquisitor Remus. Having secured his sacred armour in the Vaults of Vaq'uir, Battle Brother Ronan donned an armoured uniform befitting that of a Space Marine Initiate. The protection it provided was a moot point compared to the thick under skin armour that all Marines were implanted with and thus it provided merely a cosmetic appearance.

At a distance, many a man would not recognise the Astartes without his armour, for those unfortunate to be close enough would see the many black connector ports and tubes that criss-crossed his visible flesh and betrayed his obvious superhuman like strength and agility. His red ocular implant and intergraded ear piece are the only visible clues to the extensive bionics that this Astartesaquired during his training as an Initiate. Even without his Carparace Armour, Ronan would no doubt be a formidable foe to his enemies and he relished the chance to prove himself once again while being at a disadvantage.

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+++DESIGNATION BROTHER RONAN+++
+++Encryption Level: HYPHELION+++
+++Recording Log 6a+++
Avare: Another Astartes? What exactly are you expecting to come out of this hunt? An OrkWaaagh?

Remus: If only. Take him, you’ll be glad of the extra muscle. But watch your back. As much as the Astartes lack subtlety and detest intrigue, their Chapter Master has other motives for sending Brother Ronan to our aid. I am sure of it.


+++Recording Log 6b+++
Avare: The Astartes has been acting up. Already he has not only questioned my authority, but has done so in front of the entire team. If this continues, even considering the fallout between my master and the Elite Guard, I will have to make an example of him. Interestingly, Brother Aygapus hasn't supported his fellow Astartes in his challenges. Is there some history of rivalry between the chapters that the Inquisition is unaware of?


+++Recording Log 6c+++
Avare: Slavro reported a distinct disgruntlement from Brother Ronan while setting up the Observation Post. Typical Astartes arrogance, such as manhandling other team members, is one thing, but questioning or challenging someone in command, especially during the mission, is borderline subordination. I will consult with Slavro further on how to best approach this situation.




Snarky
Name of Character: Aajz Lucia
Age: 24
Affiliation: Order of the Sister Hospitaller
Position/Rank: Dominion
Particular skills: Some combat experience, skilled in human (and xenos) medicine and xenobiology.
Background: Formerly part of the Stormtrooper Company CXVII, Aajz was the daughter of a Commissar who had died serving on Armageddon on the ongoing war there, and as was her position, that she was enlisted into the Scholar Progenium, although she found herself inept at combat, being unsuited for the rigours of battle and was demoted from the ranks of the Stormtroopers.
Although unsuited for combat, she had an uncanny skill for medicine, and found herself joining the Order of the Torch. Serving previously with Inquisitor Vail, she has had extensive training in Xenobiology and toxology, and is just as likely to heal a patient or poison them.
Induction: An experienced former member of an Inquisitorial retinue, she was returning to the convent on Terra before being reassigned to the Inquisition where she would await further orders, her skills in xenobiology made her ideal as both a doctor and an investigator of and xenomorphs the Inquisition may encounter. One of her most useful skills however, is to heal a prisoner of the Inquisitor back to good health so that the Inquisitor and their interrogaters can have another round of "questions" for the prisoner. There has been a notable time where she had reconstructed the body of a prisoner who only had his head and parts of his torso remaining.
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+++DESIGNATION SISTER LUCIA+++
+++Encryption Level: HYPHELION+++
+++Recording Log 7a+++
Avare: Sister Lucia of the Hospitalliers? Hardly suited to the combat situation we’ll be heading into.

Remus: She comes well recommended. Her natural healing skills will no doubt prove indispensible.

Avare: No doubt. It says here she kept the Scion of Gabarth alive under constant intense interrogation for…18 months? Sweet Terra, I didn’t know that the human body could survive that kind of treatment even under Hospitallier auspices. She’ll do.

+++Recording Log 7b+++
Avare: Sister Lucia has mentioned some sort of 'knock-out' gas or nerve-attacking neurotoxin. I want to give her some time to refine the chemical, so we won't be using it in the Sub-Hive...but if she's perfected the weapon by the time we've located the Noble we're looking for, it will come in handy. At least I hope it will, there's a growing tendency amongst some of the nobility of Calthrix to use non-human guards, such as combat-servitors. I've even seen accounts of them utilising Xenos bodyguards, such as Kroot. Normally I would stamp this sort of heretical practice out if I had the chance, but there's no time for that now.

+++Recording Log 7c+++
Avare: The toxin that Sister Lucia used against the mutants was terrifyingly effective. I've not seen anything like that since the Orks attacked with that looted Banewolf on Talv Secundus.


Scrazza
Name of Character: Soric Ghast
Age: 29
Affiliation: Inquisitorial Stormtrooper
Position/Rank: Captain [Investigation of Paroxis IV Incident still bearing]
Particular skills: good with a hell-gun, Drop veteran and grav-chute user, Charisma, Covert operations veteran.
Background: Was a captain in the 2nd Ousian Stormtrooper regiment. His men were all killed during a night raid on an ork settlement, his men gunned down inside their Valkyries by crude Ork AA fire. Not much more is known from the Backwater Swamp dweller, except that he loves to hunt big animals, often with just the simplest of weapons.
Induction: When his men were killed, Ghast was 26, and the good Inquisitor took him into his retinue, Ghast's skills would surely come in handy in a gunfight, or covert operations.

+++DESIGNATION TROOPER GHAST+++
+++Encryption Level: HYPHELION+++
+++Recording Log 8a+++
Avare: This one? His rank of captain has been suspended, and their still an investigation of his failure ongoing.

Remus: Hmmm, I was there after that catastrophe on Paroxis IV. He’s blameless of course, but the task force command needs someone to put that disaster on. A skilled covert operative, but he doesn’t talk much.

Avare: I’m not looking for a conversation. He’ll do.

+++Recording Log 8b+++
Avare: Soric demonstrated a cool head and a steady aim during the mutant attack. If I were a lesser woman I might make some jest that the cesspit of the sub-levels was very much suited to his natural habitat of swamps and filth. Nonetheless, he's proven to be an excellent soldier and. if this were the guard, good officer material. I'm finding the reports blaming him for his incompetence and inability to cope under pressure to be more and more doubtful. I might take a look at the proceedings of the Imperial Military Judiciary Tribunal myself...


+++Recording Log 8c+++
Avare: Clearing out Serenity's was dirty work. Soric didn't look like he enjoyed it, but he carried out my orders and never once questioned my command. I can respect that.
I was also momentarily angered when he pushed me, but I'd probably have a couple of holes from stubber rounds in me if he hadn't. He respects authority, but is still pragmatic enough so that that respect won't compromise a combat situation. I will consider giving him a commanding role in our next engagement.



Vulkan He’stan
Name of Character: Gaz
Age: 28
Affiliation: Inquisitorial Stormtrooper
Position/Rank: Sergeant
Particular skills: Marksman and heavy weapons trooper
Background: Gaz was the son of the planetary governor Rex of Cadia until he was killed by and assassin when Gaz was only 12, he was immediately inducted into the Schola Progenium. Very early he was singled out for his accuracy and quickly moved up the ranks, making Sergeant, and was accepted as an Inquisitorial Storm Trooper.
Induction: Gaz fought alongside Inquisitor Remus in a boarding mission when the rest of his squad had been killed but he fought on, the inquisitor admired this and he requested he join his retinue, Gaz gladly accepted.

+++DESIGNATION TROOPER GAZ+++
+++Encryption Level: HYPHELION+++
+++Recording Log 9a+++
Avare: Son of a governor? I don’t want any blueblood nonsense on this team.

Remus: Yes, the governor of…Kasr Balle? Kasr Corona? It’s not important. He’s a perfect example of what our Inquisitorial Storm troopers should aspire to be, as for his upbringing, I doubt he himself is even aware of the high station his father held. He’s a servant of the Inquisition first, foremost, and always.

Avare: Yes, his boarding action of the Gesemane Hulk does do credit to his record. I’ll take him. We can’t have any conflict of authority though, for now his rank will be suspended.

+++Recording Log 9b+++
Avare:I've read some more of the reports Master Remus gave me about Trooper Gaz. They're worrying. There's nothing in the inquiries or medical checks that suggest any solid evidence of instability, but the actions he took part in, the extremities he must have suffered... few minds go through that without snapping, or at least bending.


Lord Harrab
Name of Character: David Wilson
Age: 25
Affiliation: IG
Position/Rank: Specialist/Combat Engineer
Particular skills: Dominates close range firefights with his flamer, Knows exactly where to place his meltabombs in order to do the most damage
Background: Served with the Ferosian 1st Heavy Rifles regiment since his recruitment on his 18th birthday, earning several commendations for his anti-vehicle work and skills at urban combat.
Induction: When Ork pirates raided one of the outermost moons of his home sector, the Ferosian 1st's attempts to contest the Ork landings went badly, and the greenskins managed to punch through the line and cause havoc. David and his platoon was ordered to defend a small village in the mountains from the invaders, assured by High Command that their counter attack would soon come and relieve them. After a week of fighting, reinforcements still hadn't arrived and David's platoon had been whittled down to only himself and the squad medic Jason. When the promised support did arrive, Including Inquisitor Remus, only David still stood, badly wounded but still defiant, his tanks long since dry and meta bombs used to crush dozens of the invaders under carefully placed avalanches, yet not a single ork had come within spitting distance of the habs. Impressed by this Guardsman's devotion to duty and resourcefulness, Remus recruited him on the spot.
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+++DESIGNATION TROOPER WILSON+++
+++Encryption Level: HYPHELION+++
+++Recording Log 10a+++
Avare: Ah, a veteran of the Ferosian 1st. And a demolition expert to boot. Defending the village... you don’t think his compassion will become a problem when our situation calls for extreme circumstances?

Remus: I doubt it, a man’s duty is his service to the God-Emperor, then to the lives of his subjects.

Avare: It matters little, we don’t have anyone else readily available with his level of skill.

+++Recording Log 10b+++
Avare: This new information, using the corpses of his fallen comrades as bait... I believe I may have been mistaken about him being motivated by compassion. Still, even after that admission I know he's holding something else back. I'll have to test him somehow, see how far he's willing to commit to his duty to the Emperor...



Reisen-tanith
Name: Rally Jager
Age: 27
Affiliation: Arbites
Rank: Proctor
Skills: Crowd fighting, Investigating, Handguns
Background: as a Juvie, her father (the senior judge of the hive at the time) has trained her in the use of hand guns and other weapons. After his tragic death while he was trying to calm down a riot, she has sworn to hunt down criminals and traitors in her hive and beyond. She was promoted to Proctor after shooting a riot instigator with a well-placed bolt round 5 blocks away with her pistol. She has a love of hand guns (to an unhealthy degree as stated by her senior judge), but none can deny her effective shooting and zeal.
Induction: a Proctor in a distant Hive city that stumbled into the inquisitors investigation on an Illegal narcotics ring and has been part of his team since saving his life with a well placed bullet to a cultist behind him.
Wargear: Carapace armor, flash grenades, Shot gun, Riot shield, Shock maul and an assortment of pistols (ranging from las pistols to an inferno pistol).
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+++DESIGNATION PROCTOR JAGER+++
+++Encryption Level: HYPHELION+++
+++Recording Log 11a+++
Avare: An arbites? I haven’t had much experience with them.
Remus: The Arbites have a strong presence on Celuv VI as well as the surrounding systems, having her as a liason will help immensely. She’s a good investigator as well, in a manhunt she’ll be able to track down anyone that’s on the system, though I doubt our prime target will have been that foolish. Jager’s a fine shot with a pistol as well, one of the reasons I’m still here.
Avare: You’ve had more close calls than a Jampallan Night-cat, but you’re right. I’ll have her assigned to the team.


+++Recording Log 11b+++
Avare: I've become more and more concerned with the corruption in the Arbites based on Calthrix. Obviously Rally Jager isn't complicit, her homeworld must be at least two sectors away, but it will be hard for her if she is forced to kill fellow arbites, even if they have fallen from the true path of Imperial Justice. I know full well how hard it is to turn your weapons against those you would once call friend.

+++Recording Log 11c+++
Avare: Rally was pale the whole time during the purge of Serenity's. I can hardly blame her, killing civillians is dirty work and not taking any pleasure out of that is ussually a good thing. I think she took out her fury on the corrupt Arbites. To be honest I was worried that she would hesitate in the face of fighting her comrades, but if anything she fought against them with all the more fervour. I am conviced of her devotion to the Imperial cause, for now.



Dragonjaj
Name: Sarg. S. B. Furn
Age: 35
Affiliation: IG 1st Draconian Dragoons
Position/Rank: Warrior/Veteran Sargent.
Particular skills: Specialist Grenade launcher.
Background: Served in the Draconian 1st dragoons as a storm trooper.
Induction: Part of a company assigned to serve in Operation [CLASSIFIED]. For outstanding service She was asked to join Inquisitor Remus on further campaigns.

+++DESIGNATION TROOPER FURN+++
+++Encryption Level: HYPHELION+++
+++Recording Log 12a+++
Remus: Ah yes, this one. You know the trooper I was telling you about on Belis Corona? The one who-

Avare: The one who killed th-, this is her?

Remus: Yes.

Avare: We’ll take her, though I can’t help but think after going through that you’d be a little unstable…

+++Recording Log 12b+++
Avare: Slavro reports that Furn cleared the hab-block swfitly and with enthusiasm, but mentioned some instabilities. Playing recreational music over squad channels is a serious breach of conduct. Will look into appropriate formal reprimands when I have the time.



Mordoskull
Name: Narciso Claudius
Affiliation: Inquisitorial Watchman
Position/Rank: Senior Interrogator
Particular Skills: We shall see...
Background: Narciso has served as an active member of the Ordo Malleus for longer than anyone can remember, seeking out the corrupting influence of the Daemon and the Heretic, seeing that they are burned for their crimes. Having served with various Inquisitors from several Ordos, Claudius is well-versed in the nature of the enemies of Man, rooting them out with cunning words and exceptional planning, seeing the bumbling antics of more bombastic Inquisitors wasteful and fruitless.
Induction: Interrogator was only recently added to the cadre of Inquisitor Remus, having caught his eye during the Denouncement of Inquisitor Helsefir, where the fiery Claudius rattled off a great list of the Inquisitor's deviance's from the Imperial Creed, such as consorting with daemons, hiring xeno mercenaries, and being a member of the Xanthite Creed.

+++DESIGNATION INTERROGATOR CLAUDIUS+++
+++Encryption Level: HYPHELION+++
+++Recording Log: 13a+++

Avare: An interrogator? Shouldn't the Sister Hospitallier suffice?

Remus: Claudius is more than just another dungeon master, he's excellent acolyte material. Read his writings on the Xanthite Creed, or his condemnation of the Hepastus Circle. He's pious, he's intelligent, and in particular with our quarry here his thinking will be of great use.

Avare: You're saying i should confide in him? Tell him who w-

Remus: By the Throne, no! I haven't even told Slavro about our target, let alone this newly inducted pup.


Squad Helborne [NPCs]
Name: Heavy Gunner Kelly
Age: 29
Affiliation: IG
Rank: Private first class
Skills: Heavy gunner
Background: Heavy weapons specialist in squad Helborne
Equipment: Heavy stubber, Carapace armour, helpistol


Name: Trooper Pelton Flicker
Age: 24
Affiliation: IG
Rank: Private first class
Skills: Scout, sharpshooter, explosive specialist
Background: Sharpshooter of squad Helborne
Equipment: Flakk armour, Bandolier with various explosives over his shoulder. Silenced Hel pistol, Machete, Helgun

Name: Trooper 'Frak head' Murphy
Age: 23
Affiliation: IG
Rank: Private first class
Skills: Sharpshooter, Pilot
Background: Valkyrie pilot, attached to squad Helborne
Equipment: Carapce armour, Helgun

+++DESIGNATION SQUAD HELBORNE+++
+++Encryption Level: HYPHELION+++
+++Recording Log 14a+++
Avare: Squad Helborne?

Remus: Slavro’s personal choice. I gave him a look through some of the appropriate dossiers, this was his pick.

Avare: Your trust is…most gracious.

Remus: Oh to the warp with that, if Slavro wasn’t completely trustworthy I’d have been a corpse long ago. Besides, on top of these you're taking nearly half a company of Inquisitorial Storm Troopers.

Avare: Those will be in orbit on the Sanctum's Pride, these men are the ones I'll have on hand... If Slavro believes they’re good men, we’ll I’ll have to accept that at face value.


+++Recording Log 14b+++
Avare: Trooper Murphy flies that Valkryie with about the same loving care as a Redemptionist has for his own well-being. That said, he did cut down our flight time by nearly a full standard hour.




Darkvoid40k
Name: Khan Blake
Age: 34
Affilitation: Inquisition
Position/Rank: Inquisitorial agent/Acolyte/Inquisitor-in-training
Particular Skills: An experienced combatant, Blake has served in warzones under three separate Inquisitors under brutal and hellish conditions. He has fought Xeno, Demon and Heretic alike. However, this is only the surface of his plethora of skills. He has the rare talent of Psychic power, and even rarer is the strength of the mind that wields this power. He has iron-hard resolve and is a reliable ally and servant. However, he often has a quiet demeanor, content to observe the situation without interrupting. Though he is not afraid to speak his mind, he is acutely aware of his surroundings, and knows when to and to not voice his opinion.

Background: Orphaned and left to die in a burning underhive city, Khan was fortunate enough to be saved by the Sisterhood of that particular world. He was inducted into a Schola Progenium at an earlier age than he can rightly remember, and trained in the art of war-making. He was destined for the life of a Storm Trooper; an elite soldier of the Imperium. However, mid-way through his pubescant years, his latent Psychic ability revealed itself, having lain unusually dormant for sixteen years. He was almost shot on sight, accusations of heresy and witchcraft levelled at him by those who he had previously been closest to. However, the late Inquisitor Erelius of the Ordo Xenos happened to be visiting that establishment in search of Acolytes to aid her in her righteous prosecution of Heretics and Xenos. Being a Psyker herself, she took Khan under her wing, so to speak, saving him from the encroaching madness tearing at his mind, threatening to turn him into the vessel for unspeakable horrors of the warp. He had been upon the brink of damnation, and saved by good fortune alone. He trained and studied furiously hard under Erelius, seeking to impress and serve her, not just to repay the priceless debt he owed her, but also to further himself in status and the Emperor's eyes. As the years went by, Khan developed a very close and intimate bond with Elena Erelius, though it is a secret that he has forever kept hidden and that she took to her grave when tragedy befell Khan's gracious heroine instructor eight years later, as she fell foul to the blade of an Ork Warlord that had been possessed by an accursed warp-spawned Demon. Khan, in his great anger, lost control of his powers. He picked up Erelius' holy Force Sword, and unleashed the full might of his mind upon the gloating Demon, banishing it for a thousand-and-one years. Despite being triumphant, such a great burst of Psychic power nearly killed him, but fortune had dealt him a favourable blow, and once again he recovered from the brink of death. Perhaps the most important lesson Inquisitor Erelius ever taught him was in death, for Khan learned the hard way that emotional attachments have no place in the life of an Inquisitor.

Now aged twenty-four - a young man - the fledgling student was recruited by a certain Inquisitor Cruat, famed for his ruthless and uncompromising methods within the Ordo Malleus. It was here that Khan learned a great many skills that he had previously experienced very little of. He learned the tools of the torturer and to extract information from even the toughest prisoners. He was lauded by his peers when he managed to break the spirit of a traitor Marine, using a combination of torture and mental onslaughts using his rare gift that his great master had not been graced with. Though the feat took two months, the information garnered from it went some way to prevent a Chaos fleet from ravaging an entire sector. It is said that Cruat gave his understudy a rare smile of approval - meaning a great deal from a dark Inquisitor who thought nothing of burning entire worlds without flinching. Unfortunately, Cruat met his demise two years after meeting Khan, ironically having to order his own death by calling an Exterminatus upon a Demon-infested world that he had become trapped on. Once again, Khan had been left without a mentor and without having achieved Inquisitor status.

His third master, the bombastic Inquisitor Faurus of the Ordo Hereticus who was famed for his militaristic and unsubtle approach to his duties, taught Khan a great deal about war and it is here he experienced the majority of his combat. Faurus often requisitioned great armies to his cause, and commonly deigned to fight on the front lines in his terrifying Terminator armor, his skill with his chosen weapons said to be nigh-unparallelled amongst his equals. Alas, when Khan was aged thirty-three, his third master perished in single combat with a heretical coven of fellow Inquisitors, who sundered his mighty armor with warp fire and killed him with foul magicks. Khan, with a squad of Grey Knights that his master had requisitioned, avenged Faurus' death, and with the holy warriors of Chapter 666 killed the fallen Inquisitors and the foul Demons they summoned to their aid. Now, having only recently reached the age of thirty-four, he had no master or tutor, and had still not attained the rank of Inquisitor. His future was uncertain, and he had nothing but experience and the venerable blade of his first tutor to show for a life devoted to service as an Acolyte. That, and a degree of fame amongst his peers.

Induction: It was then that Khan was recruited by Inquisitor Remus, who had heard of the peril that had befallen his friend and colleague, Faustus. Having met a younger Khan five years previous whilst in consultation with Faustus, Remus had casually followed the progress of the young trainee through his consequent training and servitude alongside his master ever since he had heard the miraculous story behind the Acolyte - few Acolytes outlived their tutor, and even fewer a second. But out-living three Inquisitor tutors was unheard of. Feeling that he owed his old friend something, and also being more than just a little intrigued by the seemingly charmed Acolyte Blake, he sought out Faustus' understudy, and so, whilst Khan was in transit back to the Sol system for reassignment to a new Inquisitor, Remus intercepted the Cruiser that was carrying him and the Grey Knights from his last action against the fallen Inquisitors. Remus recruited him to serve as an operative, and so, in advance of the Inquisitor's arrival, Khan infiltrated a certain Hive Augustine - on the planet Calthrix, described as "a wretched hive of scum and villainy." This description indeed proved to be true, and as Khan observed the various gangs in search of information, he kept his Lasgun handy. During his weeks of living in a despicably small apartment in one of the most dangerous parts of the underhive, he kept in regular communication with his new master, until recently, where elevated gang activities have made it impossible without risking exposure and capture, or worse. He is sick and tired of the terrible conditions of the brutal underhive, but all that is asked of him is that he serves, and by the Emperor, he will do his duty. But one overhanging question remains; will Khan Blake outlive his fourth consecutive master? Some say he is blessed, some say he is cursed. Perhaps he's just a little of both.


+++DESIGNATION INTERROGATOR BLAKE+++
+++Encryption Level: HYPHELION+++
+++Recording Log 15a+++

Avare: I have read extensively on the Khan's dossier, provided by my Master before this mission started. I am apprehensive as to his psyker nature. I normally detest such creatures, their roles should be restricted to naviagting the Emperor's ships and supplementing the Astropathic choir, not fighting alongside normal men. Still, he shows no signs of taint, though there's plenty of flagrant lack of respect for the authority of a fellow interrogator in evidence...even if I had just tried to shoot him by accident.

As to his background, it doesn't bother me. I dismiss such notions that he his cursed or 'bad luck', as such superstitions defy the Emperor's Will. Still, three seperate Inquisitorial Masters?


Character List / Starting Location:

Emperors Faithfu/ Interrogator Avare: Sparring in the Training Room.
Toastedandy/ Sergeant Slavro:Sparring in the Training Room (with Avare). The NPC Squad Helborne members are watching the bout.
N0t_u/ ZETA: Out and about. It's proably more a question of who he is at the moment.
Little Lord Fauntelroy/ Brother Aygapus: Getting off the shuttle.
WARORK/ Engineseer Holtz: Praying at the manor's Machine Cult shrine.
Hellsguardian/ Brother Ronan: Getting off the shuttle.
Snarky/ Sister Lucia: Getting off the shuttle.
Scrazza/ Trooper Soric: Training room, watching the bout.
Vulkan He'stan/ Trooper Gaz: Training room, watching the bout.
Lord Harrab/ Trooper Wilson: Getting off the shuttle.
Reisen-tanith/ Protor Jager: Getting off the shuttle.
dragonjaj/ Trooper Furn: Getting off the shuttle.
Mordoskull/ Interrogator Claudius: Training room, watching the bout.

This should give you an idea as to who is in your immediate vicinty, and the basics of what is going on around you. For example, Claudius starts talking to Trooper Soric (conversation/placing bets etc) you might mention the bout between Slavro and Avare. Just to show you:

Character: Ghast
Location: Inquisiton Safehouse, Training Room
Situation: Watching bout between Avare and Slavro

The two in the ring showed little sign of tiring, the bewilderment when Avare had joined them in the firing range, showing them all how terrible a shot she was, had passed. Now there were wide grins as the Sergeant and the Interrogator grappled with one another, their blunted weapons still being swung with enough force to clang loudly with each blow. Soric/(Ghast?), sensing an opportunity, sidled up to the other Interrogator, the one who had come in with Avare.

"10 crowns the Sergeant lays her out cold." Soric grinned slyly.
/Scrazza's post


Character: Claudius
Location: Inquisition Safehouse, Training Room
Situation: Watching bout between Avar and Slavro

Claudius regaded him coldly, before returning the grin with one of his own. "I'll take that bet." In front of them Slavro grunted, stumbling back from Avare's with her elbow, Claudius' grin grew wider. "And I'll raise, 20 crowns."
/Mordoskull's post


This was just an example.





[Your first post will be after reading this. This post should involve you either either already in or entering the house, introducing yourself to a few of the other characters and conversing, talking and getting to know one another. The mission breifing will occur later on, I'll instigate it.

>>>>> Thought for the Day: Service to Oneself is Passing, Service to the Emperor is Eternal. <<<<<

+++ +++ The Hunt for [EXCERPT DELETED]: Day One +++ +++

+++ +++ TASKFORCE FURY+++ +++

+++ +++MISSION BREIFING +++ +++

Greetings Furies,

This will be the first time all members of Taskforce Fury have assembled within the same roof. Several of you will have been here for the past couple of days, dutifully preparing yourselves for the task ahead. Most of you, however, will only have just gotten off the shuttle that brought you here, reading this as you walk towards the manor at this very moment.

Welcome to the planet Calthrix. At the moment you’re in the Northern Hemisphere of the planet, the mountainous areas that are abound with valleys, such as this, still supporting verdant amounts of life, untouched by pollution of the Hive Cities in the southern areas. Under any other circumstances this manor would be picturesque, the trees and birdsongs pleasant, the nearby lake perfect for recreational activities. The nobility of this planet obviously have that in mind, hence why these mountains are dotted with private estates.

This is the reason we are here. We believe our target took refuge with one of the nobility, to rest and recuperate at his leisure. I am not optimistic enough to believe that our target is still here, but the trail is fresh, and we have the scent. We lost contact with our source of information just over a week ago, before we could identify the location of the estate. Our goal now is to investigate and discover the location of this manor, interrogate everyone that resides or works there and discover the destination of our target.

Further information concerning particular roles and parameters will be discussed in the briefing room this evening at 2000 standard Terra time. Attendance is mandatory.

Ave Imperator,

Lady Avare.
+++ HOLO SLATE END +++

Character: Brother Aygapus
Location: Calthrix Northern Hemisphere.
Situation: Disembarking the shuttle.

10 hours earlier…
The Lamenter didn’t scream as he fell. That was to his credit. The secessionist didn’t scream, or beg for his life-he just grunted as his lifeblood trickled onto the battle barge’s floor. Followed by his guts.
Aygapus wrenched his Lightning Claw free from the slain Marine as he turned to regard the melee. The rest of the squad was finishing up with their targets, and Sergeant Kratos’ vox bead flashed green across Aygapus’ heads up as the sergeant dispatched his foe with a neat beheading stroke from his power sword.
“Aygapus, we don’t have time for this.”
“I quite agree.”
“Don’t give me that. Which way?”
Aygapus cast a glance around the ship’s corridor. The sounds of battle echoed from every corridor, but the fiercest fighting-and thus, reasoned the Astartes, the bridge-came from the east tunnel.
“That way.”
The squad broke into a loping run, using their armour as a battering ram. The sounds of space fighters outside reverberated around the narrow hall and more than once the barge shook with the impact of another lance strike on the broadside. About twenty metres down the winding corridor, a squad of Lamenters rose from their cover behind a pile of ‘rubble’-remnants of the swiftly collapsing roof-and opened fire on the Terminator squad. For the most part the bolts impacted harmlessly against the Tactical Dreadnought armour, but a lucky shot caught brother Acheos in the eye socket. He fell with a resounding thud to the deck. Turning his head to regard his fallen comrade without breaking stride, Aygapus sighed. He had been with Acheos since his first days in Fourth Company, facing and destroying foul Xenos by his side. And now he was dead, struck down from afar by one whom he should have called brother. That was no way for a warrior to go.
The 4 remaining Terminators hit the entrenched Marines like a Mag-train. In moments, limbs and shreds of armour were flying and the walls were covered in rich arterial fluid. Aygapus brought his Lightning Claw down in a sweeping arc as the ship gave another rumble, seemingly more violent this time, and it impacted heavily with an ornate Power Sword carried by the enemy sergeant. For a moment, lightning played of the two weapons as they clashed, but eventually Aygapus’ raw strength bolstered by his superior armour managed to break the Lamenter’s guard, and he fell to the floor with three new talon marks across his chest. Any sense of satisfaction the Minotaur felt was quickly cut off, as sergeant Kratos barked down the vox. Although the din made him difficult to make out, Aygapus thought he heard “-ce yourselves!”
And then he heard nothing as the ship’s side was wrenched open, and he was jettisoned into the cold blackness of space, and he fell down and down into the howling dark as the remnants of his squad drifted aw-
Aygapus opened his eyes.
Space Marines were not supposed to dream. Those who did, and weren’t Librarians, usually didn’t have a long and glorious destiny ahead of them. They were the tools of the Emperor, sent by his divine will to slay the traitor, mutant and Xenos. They did not dream.
And yet, Aygapus dreamed.
He rubbed his eyes. It was probably the lack of contact with a chaplain for so long that was doing the damage-he found the sermons carried out aboard Remus’ ships motivational enough, but not in the same league by far. He resolved to make an appointment with High Chaplain Enkomi if…when he returned to the Krata.
Rising from his cot-bed, Aygapus whispered a quick benediction, and let out an exasperated sigh as he looked around his chamber aboard the Sanctum’s Pride. It was Spartan, but then again he was a Marine. He liked Spartan, and it helped him keep himself to himself. Quickly donning a bronze-coloured tunic, Aygapus cast a glance out of the small porthole into the depths of the abyss. He had a feeling that today was going to be one of those days…

Aygapus mused on the morning’s events as he disembarked on to the soil of Calthrix for the first time. Most of the times the dreams faded after a while till the Minotaur couldn’t recall them at all, but this one seemed so much more…more vivid. He shrugged. As he’d surmised earlier, it was probably nothing. He took in a breath of this new air, slightly uncomfortable in the armour of a scout as opposed to his beloved Tactical Dreadnought suit. But, then again, he doubted his personal preferences were high on the Inquisitor’s list of priorities.
Lost for a moment in his reverie, it was the sound of murmuring close by that brought the Astartes back to the present. Looking round curiously, he noticed that there were several unaugmented humans standing at the top of the ramp, watching him as he disembarked. The Astartes glared at them, and to their credit they didn’t flinch. Much. Aygapus sighed. He would feel much more at ease knowing one of his brothers would be accompanying them, but with the way his luck was going, the warp would probably freeze over before he was so fortunate. Still, Aygapus told himself as he approached them, may as well make some allies early on.

OOC: I've left it open ended so anyone can jump in and be the 'humans'.

Character: Trooper Wilson
Location: Calthrix Northern Hemisphere.
Situation: Disembarking the shuttle.

The decent to the surface hadn't been too bad, Wilson mused, as he heard the landing struts make contact with the pad, Better than on Sitmus prime, when the Lander he'd been riding took a missile and hit the deck at a speed that had turned half the company to mulch. the seats where better for one thing. he'd been able to sleep.

He stood and hefted his duffle bag, moving the stocky shape of his flamer out of the way with the ease of long habit, and slipped his fuel tanks into place on his back above a trio of Melta-Bombs in the shame smooth movement, after that Lander incident, he tended to disembark from aircraft at double time.

his data-pad beeped, and Wilson read the briefing notes that had downloaded themselves there with apprehension, he'd always been too low down in the food chain to have received one these devices before, but apparently his new CO wanted him to be informed of developments,up to a point, at least.

'The Emperor points, and we obey." he recited the old rhyme to himself, working his way towards the opened ramp, "Through the Warp and Far away."

There were a handful of others rising from there own seats, Wilson assumed they were here for the same reason he was, and paid them no heed, that was until a giant of legend stepped our before him and descended the ramp first. Wilson forgot his rush as he stared after him in shock.

"Holy Throne." he breathed," that was an Astartes."

the figure below turned to glare at him, far faster than someone that size should move and moved back towards the ramp, Wilson noted that his hand was going for his flamer's trigger and stopped the instinctive movement. the last time he had faced something so big it had been an ork Warboss, and the flamer had done as little then as he expected it to do now. A Space marine could tear him apart without blinking, how did a lowly Guardsmen greet one without offending him?

Wilson settled for a salute, it usually didn't hurt. "Sir."

Character: Sgt. Slavro
Location: Training room
Situatuion: Fighting his boss

Slavros been with Remus for years, almost a decade now. He faced unimaginable horrors at her side countless times, fighting everything from Necrons too depraved cultists.
He thought he would live threw it all, but now she brought Astratus. Fething Astratus, what does she expect us too face?
He saw them once on board Sanctums Pride, fething gods. They kept too themselves mostly, but their presence put Slavro on edge, this was going to get messy. But at least their with us thought Slavro, the aspect of fighting one of these in battle was daunting too say the least.

Squad Helborne took massive losses since their last operation. Himself and Kelly are the only original members. Kelly was by his own admission, was not a leader. A hell of a bad shot, and strong as an ork, but not a leader . Soric, Gaz, Wilson, Furn, Flicker, Jager and Murphy were all new, they were good men, according to their profiles.


Slavro held his chainsword to the side, its 1 inch blades idle. It was the first time he held it, since it was repaired by Holtz the Cogboy after he disembowel a rampaging Ogryn on Edel Prime. Kelly was taking bets, he gave Slavro good odds, real good odds. According to Kelly it was a no contest. He bragged about how he saw Slavro dual with a World Eater traitor, and win. Not exactly true, but Slavro let him have his fun.

'Ready Sarge?' yelled Kelly in his thick catachan accent.
Slavro flicked the switch on the chainsword. It roared into life, churning out thick oily smoke.

Character: Brother Aygapus
Location: Calthrix Northern Hemisphere.
Situation: Just disembarked the shuttle.

“Holy Throne, that was an Astartes.”
Aygapus allowed a ghost of a smile to cross his lips at those words as he approached the human. The little man had been about to use his flamer on him. Cute. The man let off an unsteady salute, and the half-smile left. No Minotaur was patient, that much was true, but Aygapus in particular had always been one who had little time for the constant awe-struck bleatings of mortal men around him. Wasted valuable time.
“Do you have an itch on your forehead, boy?” Aygapus asked, and the force of his voice seemed to visibly strike the man. He shook his head quickly, but managed to remain more or less composed-again, if nothing else, Aygapus felt there was cause to admire his courage.
“Then put your arm down. As far as I see it, we’re all just pawns in the Inquisitor’s game, so we may as well not delude ourselves.” He turned for a moment, gazing towards the manner, contemplating what he had just said. It was true-for all the genetic science and technological sorcery that had been used to create him; Aygapus was for all intents and purposes expendable. A member of first company no less, exiled from his own chapter and thrown into the murky waters of Inquisition business. There was probably some grim humour in there somewhere but Aygapus didn’t see it.
After a few moments, the Astartes noticed that the man was still here, watching them with a mix of reverence and curiosity. Some of the colour seemed to be returning to his face, so that was something.
“You may refer to me as Aygapus, mortal, if we ever have reason to speak. If you’re fortunate, we won’t. But, since that isn’t likely-you would be?”

Charcter: Avare
Location: Inquisitorial Safehouse, Training room
Situation: Training bout with Slavro

"Drop that toy of yours, Sergeant. I'm not in the mood to lose a limb today." Avare barked as she entered the ring.

Her dirty-blonde short-cropped hair ended just at her neckline, the bodyglove she wore was black, but well worn with use, and she wielded her shock-sword with competence. She wasn't a stranger to swordsmanship. Unlike her beloved power sword, this shock-sword wouldn't kill anyone, at worst a solid hit would leave the target with a painful scorch mark for few days.

Avare kept her eyes locked on Slavro as he picked out his weapon, ignoring the looks and mutterings from the troops on the side. She had refused to embarass herself in the shooting gallery, but now, with sword in her palm and a foe to focus her, she felt better. Much better.

"Well, Sergeant? I don't have all day."

Location: Inquisitorial Safehouse, Training room
Situation: Training

Slavro grinned, Avares bodysuit accentuating her curves. He powered his chainsword down, the room suddenly becoming silent as he walked in a standard combat pattern.
The audience went quite, only Kelly didnt watch, he was busy counting a small fortune of creds. He had seen this before, anytime they get new members they always put on a show. Kelly was smart enought to make money on it. Flicker and Murphy leaned over the railings, to get a better view.

Slavro broke into a sprint, bringing his chainsword down swinging down, Avare dodged effortlessly. Slavro swung again and again, wildly, losing himself in the sudden rush of adrenaline. The chainsword somehow felt heavier than before, he pulled himself back. She was too fast for this cumbersome weapon, but he didnt chose it for speed, he chose it for the fear it would instill, the weight of it would easily break bones. The Dual wasn't a lesson for themselves, it was to teach the new members the weapons of the Inquisitor.

Fear and Speed

Character: Avare
Location: Training Room
Situation: Training bout with Slavro


Avare ducked another swing from Slavro's chainsword. It wasn't that hard, she thought, the weapon was far too heavy for the wielder to swing it swiftly. As a reward for her over-confidence Slavro changed patterns, sweeping his leg under her. Avare managed to stumble out of the way rather than let herself get swept off onto her backside, Slavro's backswing of the chainsword nearly striking her full in the face. To the side, the troops were starting to take sides, most going for Slavro. Claudius was silent, watching Avare's footwork intently.

Gritting her teeth, she batted Slavro's weapon to the side before he could get up the momentum again. Forcing it down, she brought her leg up to deliver a kick to Slavro's chest, but he moved in, robbing her of her punch power, and only a sharp jab to his ribs managed to give her time to back off before he managed to envelop her in a crushing bear-hug. If he got hold of her, it was over.

Slavro grinned wolfishly, advancing in short half-steps, sweeping the chainsword in upper-cutting motion if Avare didn't try to step back. A sharp return kick to the knee wiped the smile of his face. It must of stung him, becuase a sweeping haymaker from his left nicked her chin as payback.

"Bastard!" Avare muttered to herself. She was sure she'd said it too softly for him to hear, but he grinned.

((OOC to Little lord Fauntleroy: You said he was a dreadnought in your post that's not possible dreadnoughts are walling coffins with near dead SM heroes in side being kept alive by the sarcophagus that is the center of the machine if there removed from it they die that's why there so few and not used in large numbers.))


Character: Veteran Sargent S. B. Furn
Location: Landing pad
Situation: existing shuttle

She Looked at the Space Marine and her fellow guards men and said. "You two going to kiss or are we here to do a job." She grabbed her kit slung it over her shoulder picked up her Grenade launcher and pushed past them. She looked back and said. "Space marine are big there still human don't stand there and gawking at him. We guard are the shield that stops the enemies of man and the Space marines are the hammer that crushes them. In that we are the same tools of the Emperor to defend humanity. So cut the stupidity the both of you!!!" She then adjusted her packs strap, before walking off.

(( @dragonjaj: Tactical Dreadnought Armour is the proper name for Termintor Armour. It is confusing, but Dreadnoughts are different entirely. Basically, Brother Aygpus is, or was, a terminator.


EDIT: Your spelling has improved immensely by the way.))

Character: Zeta
Location: Training Room
Situation: Watching the training bout from the ceiling

Zeta clapped as they dropped from the ceiling. They were entirely clad in a black cloak as usual obscuring Zeta's identity entirely. "A little stiff and sluggish, but quite entertaining never the less" they said.

Emperors Faithful wrote:(( @dragonjaj: Tactical Dreadnought Armour is the proper name for Terminator Armour. It is confusing, but Dreadnoughts are different entirely. Basically, Brother Aygpus is, or was, a terminator.


EDIT: Your spelling has improved immensely by the way.))

((OK its not called that in the last codex's or the new one so i didn't know and was con fused thanks. Also i took the time to plan the post it often helps.))

Character: Brother Ronan
Location: Calthrix Northern Hemisphere.
Situation: Disembarking the shuttle.

Ronan had spent the entire trip in silence, medetating and in for a large proportion of the trip mumbling words of prayer as he poured sacred oils across his bolter and prayer to the Machine God to bless his weapons as he stuck purity seals across the main casing of his weapon.

He was sure that many of the people that shared this compartment must have found the mumblings unnerving. Not that he cared for their thoughts. During the trip a couple of the poeple aboard the ship had tried to engage him in conversation. A single look from him showed them the error's of their ways in disturbing a praying Space Marine. For the most part though hen was rarely disturbed, and never by the same person twice.

As the shuttle descended and everyone was bracing themselves, Ronan was casually placing his oils and seals back into a leather shatchel which he then placed into a side container on his belt along with the many tools he had brought to ensure he could keep his blessed weapons in perfectly working order.

It was no suprise that as soon as the shuttle touched down he was up and the first out the door before anyone saw him. He quickly descended the ramp and made his way to his destination, happy to be rid of that smell of humans. As he gave himself a good headstart he could now here voices and movement from within the shuttle, even with his improved hearing he could not make anything specific, only that the others were obviously talking and making their way off the shuttle. He allowed himself to shudder slightly, he had his orders and despite his lack of interest in the lesser species he knew he might have to put up with them for a while. His Chapter Master had charged himself with the task of joining Remus, so if that required him putting up with the humans he would force himself to do it.

There was one aboard he thought he might get some respite from, a fellow Space Marine, he did not know his name, the men had only briefly exchanged a nod throughout the trip. Both seemingly wishing to use the time in contemplation and performing the various rights and prayers that each Chapter needed to do. So for the most part they did not see each other again.

Character: Sister Lucia
Location: Calthrix Northern Hemisphere.
Situation: Disembarking the shuttle

Space travel had never been a strong point of Aajz, same thing with orbital landings. She had dosed herself with analgesics during the descent to help with the travel sickness, however, perhaps the augurs on her med-panel was incorrect, the dosage was slightly higher than it should have been.

Shambling out of the shuttle, she could not see the rest of the retinue. She must have been passed out for longer than she thought. Opening her vox-channel, she re-reviewed the Holo-message. "Briefing at 20:00?!" she thought out loud. Checking the local time, it was already 19:28.

She quickly rushed to the rendezvous point in the Inquisitorial Safehouse, tripping on her ceremonial hospitaller cape along the way. Ouch.

Character: Slavro
Location: Training Room
Situation: Training bout with Avare

Slavro smiled, she has improved in her footwork drastically, but she was frustrated. She got him in the knee with a good kick, and he hid his slight limp as best he could, but it was bloody swore. He had too finish this quickly.

He charged at Avare as fast as he could, if he could catch her, it would be over. She lept to the side gracefully, Slavro swung his weapon up, catching her behind her foot. She stumbled but was just out of his reach. He, put all his weight on his good leg, and closed the distance in a single leap. He was inside her guard now, he swung at her with his free hand.....

Character: Avre
Location: Training Room
Situation: Bout with Slavro

CRACK!

Avare's hook hit Slavro spot on, his face contorting as his body registered the damage. He still put force into his punch, winding Avare with the blow to the guts, but he was dazed. He barely managed to block Avare's feeble sweep of the shock-sword as she tried to regin her breath, her face was flushed and sweat was running freely. A glint came into her eye when she spotted Slavro's slight limp.

With a silent snarl, like a Ferror Wildcat, Avare leaped forward. Swinging the shock-sword back and forth rapidly, she forced Slavro onto the backfoot. She had to press the advantage quickly, already his eyes were clearing up as the ringing inside his head abated. A punch to the sternum elicited a grunt from the grizzled vetern, only for Avare to receive a blow to her shoulder from the chainsword.

The tricks that ussually worked in Avare's favour didn't do so well against Slavro, skill with a sword wasn't helping against his brutal attacks. The only advantage she had, other than her speed, was his weakening back leg. If should could keep him on that, he wouldn't be able to-

"Hah!" She shouted as the shock-maul knocked the chainsword out of Slavro's grasp. Her triumph turned to shock as he dived straight for her with roar, tackling her into the ground. A knee to the balls allowed her to slip out of his grasp, but she'd lost her sword. Both weapons had scattered beyond the rings limit, and as Slavro got back to his feet with a grimace, Avare suddenly didn't like the look of her odds in a fist-to-fist matchup...

Character: Aajz (I'm too lazy to write Sister Lucia every time)
Location: Inquisitorial Safehouse
Situation: Late for meeting

Late as usual. It was this quality that had costed Aajz her position in the ranks of the Stormtroopers. That and she was bad at combat, killing was not her forte.

Arriving at the designated point, she still could not see any of the members of the retinue. Thinking they might have left without her, her train of thought was disrupted as she heard noise from the training room of the safehouse, where she proceeded to.

Character: Brother Ronan
Location: Inquisitorial Safehouse
Situation: First to arrive

Within a short time Ronan had already marched the short distance between the shuttle landing pad and the Grand Estate. As he walked through the open gates and up the long path to the Mansion style gothic house he looked around, seeing servitors dotted around the gardens tending to the plants.

"These humans do love their organic plants" he muttered to himself as he kept striding up the path. A memory flashed in his mind, of a time when he used to help his mother tend to the gardens of his family home. But that was another life, another time, a time he had been forced to put behind him. He cast of the memory and walked up to the large wooden doors.

Before he could reach out his arm to open the door they creaked open, a Servitor stood to the side of the now open door. He walked in, saying not a word to the servitor as such a gesture would be pointless on a mindless creation.

He saw a young gentleman walking hastily as he exited a room and hurried to wherever he needed to be as he carried a tray of drinks. Boy! he belowed, Tell your master that Ronan is here and awaits him!. The young man said not a word but ran off more quickly, presumably to tell Remus of his arrival.

Character: S. B. Furn
Location: Inquisitorial Safehouse
Situation: 2nd to arive at the meeting

Furn walked in to meeting room grabed a chair from table pulled it out sat down leaned back putting her boots on the table and leting her launcher rest in her lap.

((ooc Why is the rp skiping ahead? i dont think every one is of the shutle yet are they?)

Character: Aajz
Location: Training Room
Situation: Observing Duel

Making her way to the training room, Aajz saw Interrogator Avare and Sgt. Slavro training. Deciding not to disturb them, she stood near the entrance and observed quietly.

OOC: well, I see everyone got ahead already, so I'll just come up with a new RP.

never mind this post, was a mistake.

BIC

Character: Soric Ghast
Location: Training Room
Situation: Observing Duel

Although the fight between Avare and Slavro was tense, Soric's mind was elsewhere. Soric could have been home on Ousia, hunting swamp orks. Instead, Command put the blame on him for that failed mission. He had thee options left for him. To go up against a wall and be shot, to join the penal legions, or to accept the commission to join this inquisitorial errant. Soric had gladly accepted the latter.

"Why am I here?" He wondered. "It wasn't my fault. Damn those high ranking Vrek-Faces."

Avare just dealt a serious blow to Slavro, judging by the sound of it. Soric didn't even watch the fight, his mind was too occupied. Wearing his drab green carapace armor over his bare skin, he remembered how it was back on Ousia. The green land, the stinking swamps,...Hunting for Ousian Alligators, raiding a nearby feral ork camp...Days long past.

Soric sighed, and started looking for a chair to sit down on.

Character: Gaz
Location: Firing range
Situation: shooting


Gaz fired off another three rounds from his bolt pistol, followed by a quick switch to a las gun and fired a shot with it, they were all bulls eyes.
He could hear footsteps of two men behind him, Gaz continued practicing with the las gun, one of the men stopped and watched him for a moment
then continued on. Gaz could just over hear their conversation, something about manhunt, child's games he thought to himself.

(ooc: sorry its a bit short but I am a bit busy at the moment and just wanted you not to forget about me.)

Emperors Faithful wrote:(( @dragonjaj: Tactical Dreadnought Armour is the proper name for Termintor Armour. It is confusing, but Dreadnoughts are different entirely. Basically, Brother Aygpus is, or was, a terminator.


EDIT: Your spelling has improved immensely by the way.))

(OOC: Yes, this is correct. I apologise-I should have made that more clear. I recognise my failing and will be sure to correct it.)

Character: Brother Aygapus
Location: Calthrix Northern Hemisphere.
Situation: Moving towards the manor.
Aygapus decided he didn’t like the Guard woman.
She was right, of course-they were all here to do the Emperor’s work, and that meant getting on with the task at hand. But no one-least of all, a feisty little mortal brat-told an Astartes they were stupid. And certainly not when that Astartes was a member of the Minotaurs chapter…Aygapus let it go. On any other occasion he would have killed her on the spot, but if Remus wanted her then that was good enough for him. The other one who had hurried off (he hadn’t told Aygapus his name, but he was pretty sure he’d seen ‘WILSON’ emblazoned on the nameplate) when they had been so rudely interrupted seemed confident enough, if a little too awed by the demi-gods in his midst. That was to be expected, he supposed.
As he walked alone down the winding dirty path that led to the manor, Aygapus considered his companions. Although he’d been a member of the Furies-a name the marine had always found amusing, considering the heritage of his own chapter-for a long while now, he’d barely spoken to any others whom were present in this task force. In fact, the only ones he had any real idea about were Avare and Sister Lucia.
Avare was standard Inquisition material-ruthless, pious, uncompromising, and with a good dose of common sense. Aygapus trusted her to make the right decisions. Well, no, not quite. Aygapus didn’t trust her. Aygapus trusted no one after…that was irrelevant. It had happened, and he was paying penance for it. Still, he thought Avare seemed like a worthy ally.
Lucia had tended to his wounds numerous times, and though they were nowhere near being ‘friends’ (or even as close to friends Astartes and humans can get), she was regardless good at what she did. She also was a pragmatist, like Aygapus, and saw the Astartes for what they were-impressive certainly, but not invincible. Of all the Furies he had seen Lucia was still the one Aygapus respected the most.
The rest of the Task force was standard stuff-Tech priests, Guardsmen, Arbites-with two notable exceptions. First up was the Assassin. Aygapus had noticed the Assassin prowling the corridors numerous times, and in truth he did not like its presence here. His main dislike came from the fact that ‘its’ was the correct term-it was no longer a human, it had become something vastly different to those it was supposed to protect. The same could be said of his kind, Aygapus reasoned, but at least they looked the part. The Assassin didn’t look particularly like anything.
The other important point to note was one of his cousins-a fellow Astartes. They had ran into each other numerous times, but had never spoken-obviously both of them had their own concerns. From his heraldry, Aygapus knew he was a member of the Elite Guard-a chapter Lord Moloc had spoken well of in the past. He did not know his cousin’s name, but then again he doubted he would need it-if the Astartes ever needed to work closely together, then the time for civility would be long gone.
Reaching the manor, Aygapus strode through the door into the wide open hallway. The sounds of men’s voices echoed from down a corridor, which suggested that there was some kind of ‘fight club’ going on. The other Astartes had disembarked first, and probably was already here. He would maybe introduce himself later. For now, Aygapus moved into an alcove near the grand staircase. And waited.

Character: Slavro
Location: Training Room
Situation: Bout with Avre

Slavro spat a gob of blood onto the ground. Bitch knock a tooth out, doesn't matter he supposed, his leg wasn't as bad now and he had the advantage now she's disarmed.

Avare suddenly looked very small, Slavro stretched out his arms and smiled, blood trickling down his lip. He brought his fists up and advanced. He was his regiments boxing champion in his youth, when he still had a regiment. He forgot Kellys plan of fleecing the newbloods, he never threw a fist fight.
He kept Avare stuck in front of him, each time she side stepped, Slavro was there first. She tried to sweep her leg under him, but Slavro blocked it with his good leg, and brought his fist thundering down, clattering off her skull. He brought his knee up, narrowly missing her chin. In her haste to get away she stumbled, Slavro caught her off balance and lept upon her. His dead weight pinning her on the ground...

Character: Mikal
Location: Calthrix Northern Hemisphere.
Situation: Finishing final preparations before the meeting.

Mikal stood in a dark chamber of the Manor dedicated to those who serve the Omnissiah. Purity seals had been affixed with wax stamps to the walls and the only dim light that was in the room was that of the many incense candles which wavered lightly in the chamber. Mikal stood in the center of the room, his head bowed, his eyes closed. His body was an infusion of flesh and machine and was cloaked with the red robes of the Mechanicus. Mikal's covered head was bowed, in front of him he held his cog toothed power axe, both weapon, tool, and a symbol of his office, with both hands. If one listened closely they might have been able to hear the binary chatter that emanated from the vox amp on the mouthpiece that Mikal wore.

+May the Omnissiah and the Emperor bless my endeavors on this mission. May their light shine on those who follow them...and may their wrath smite those who shun their teachings...+

With one last, long and audible breath, Mikal looked up and opened his eyes. His axe came to his right side and the flesh fingers on his left hand snapped. In an instant the incense candles were extinguished and replaced by the fluorescent light from the bulbs above. Suddenly, the door to the chamber behind Mikal opened slightly and a head poked into the room. It was one of the manor's staff, Mikal turned to the man, who might have been expecting to look upon an unnerving face of twisted steel and flesh, but instead, he was surprised by the appearance of two human eyes.

"The meeting will be going though as scheduled. The Lady Avare wanted to let her retinue know to be ready as planned." The squire said plainly, Mikal nodded.

"Inform the Lady Avare that I will be there as planned if that is what she wishes." The squire nodded and left the chamber, leaving Mikal to think about his mission.


Mikal stepped outside for a moment to clear his mind. The metal shod boots of his exoskeleton clanged vocally on the deck, as did the pommel of the axe as he used it in the manner of a walking stick. Mikal's systems and sensors brought him continuous feeds of data which he would sort through later. He had been just as heavily as briefed on the planet's specifics as the other members of the group but he liked to take his own measurements. Mikal took a moment to scent the air with his nose and appreciate the non filter processed air that was the only breathable substance aboard the ship he came to the planet on. He knew that some of his more human preferences were frowned upon by his superiors, perhaps that was why they had relinquished him into the inquisitor's care so readily. Oh well, their loss, now Mikal could finally enjoy his own fancy at leisure and no other holier-than-thou tin can Tech Magos could preach to him about the wonders of being an unfeeling machine.

They were called 'Augmetics' for a reason, they were meant to augment, not to replace.

Mikal snapped himself out of his distraction and continued walking, observing the local citizens as they went about their work and generally carrying on. Mikal received a few strange looks but ignored them, being used to the way normal humans viewed those of the Adeptus Mechanicus. He was recognizable at a distance, his uniform, gear, and other obvious aspects marked him as a techpriest of the Machine god, in service to him and the Emperor. Besides, the looks he was receiving now was nothing compared to what sort of scene he would cause if he brandished the servo mechadendrite attached to his back, Mikal kept it stowed for just that reason, he was here to attend the wishes of the Inquisitor, not to make a scene.

Mikal's walk brought him to the Manor's front doors. Mikal walked through them towards the main meeting area and was surprised to find it empty. His auditory receivers were picking up the sounds of what he analyzed to be some sort of fight happening in another room in the mansion. Seeing as there were no arbites or soldiers headed towards the area, Mikal concluded that everything must have been under control. Mikal checked his internal chronometer, he was on time, the meeting should be starting right now, he had received no memo about the time of the meeting being shifted.

Pondering his next action, Mikal figured that he would simply wait in the meeting room until the others arrived or something else happened that required his attention. He was aware from his external scanners that there were a few others from the Inquisitor's retinue already here but decided not to disturb them, instead, he simply stood there, silent, analyzing the data he had been gathering since arriving, waiting for the Lady Avare and the rest of the retinue to show up.

Character: Veteran Sargent S. B. Furn
Location: Meeting room
Situation: Waiting


Frun looked over the other 2 in the room, one the space marine the other a teck priest. "Wow just like back home." She muses out loud. "I'm Veteran Sargent S. B. Furn from the forge world Draconia 1st Dragoon 116Th storm troopers. Where you two from?" She asked trying to brake the boredom.

Character: Soric Ghast
Location: Training room.
Situation: Bored to death.

Soric watched from a distance how Furn tried to communicate with two socially dead persons. It amused him somewhat, how the woman wouldn't get an anwser out of them most likely.

"Why don't they learn..." He whispered to himself.

He got another cigar out, and lit it. Taking in a breath-full of smoke, he laid back in the chair, wondering when the briefing and the action would start. He wanted it to be over quickly, after all.

Character: Avare
Loction: Training room
Situation: Bout with Slavro


Avare had never been the Schola Progenium champion back on Pertiva, she'd been disqualified too many times. Avare wriggled her right hand out of Slavro's pinning grip. With two short, sharp jabs to the Sergeant's throat she set him choking. She mercilessly continued to throw punches aginst Slavro's unprotected face, her forearm keeping him from hedbutting her.

Finally, she managed to force him into a change of position, his shift giving her the chance she needed to launch him off of her. Slavro gave surprised gasp of air as Avare pushed him off with a two-legged kick to the guts. He rolled to the side, ready to attack again, but Avare was already up. She threw herself into him, noting his eyes widen as she produced a knife. She kneed him in the back, jerked his head back and held the shiv at his throat, all in one fluid movement.

"I win." There was more than a hint of triumph in her devil's grin.

Character: Aajz
Location: Training Room
Situation: Observing Duel

Aajz looked away from her holo-panel. It looked like the fight was over and nobody needed any serious medical attention. Still, it wouldn't hurt to give the Sergeant a few painkillers to get him back on his feet. After all, getting kicked in the groin so many times has got to hurt.

((Meant to say back, not pack.

BTW, I won't be calling the meeting till everyone is present. One or two posters still have yet to make an appearence.))

I should run back to the shuttle and kick them awake...

Subject: Wilson
Location: Briefing Room
Situation: On standby.


On his way to the briefing room he'd seen a guardswoman, a pair of Astartes, a Cog-boy and a Sister Hospiler, there was a stromtrooper too, but Wilson didn't count him, he'd just show up after most of the work was done and take the credit like they always did. The Combat Engineer resisted the urge to spit. this was a house of nobility, the datapad had said, and he doubted the CO wanted Guardsmen messing up the place. He settled for a glare at the toy-solider as he took a seat near the front.

He'd followed the Space Marine who had spoken to him to get here, at least they were easy to make out in a crowd, but now his thoughts were on the Sister, he'd seen several before, even been tended by one after his Last Stand against the orks back home, but they all remined him of Mary. Warp knew most women did.

Confident that the briefing wouldn't start for a while, Wilson reached into a pocket and removed a battered and well folded pict.

Five women where group around the front of a Chimeria IFV, the name Delta-12 "David" painted in red on the side of the turret, but it was the woman at the centre of the group that drew his gaze.

Captain Mary Wilson: Chief Medic of the Ferosian 5th Mechanized, Tall, red-haired and standing proud in her new uniform alongside her Medical team. She’d been a Doctor on the Shrineworld before the call came, he’d met her once while on leave from the PDF, his friend Jason had fallen from a window in a drunken haze, and Mary’s office was closer and easier than trying to explain to their own medics where they had found the Lord General’s Amsec. She had fixed him up, given him some pills, then asked David if he wanted to go to dinner the next time he had leave. It had snowballed after that, and by the time he had taken the Eagle and become a full guardsman, they’d been married two years and she was undergoing her Officer training before she joined her own regiment. Although he knew the chances of them meeting again were slim, he’d never been more proud. Along the bottom of the image was the message: "May the light of the Phoenix guide you. Love Mary."

Wilson pocketed the pict and tugged at a chain around his neck, revealing his dog-tags and a tiny silver bird, a Phoenix the sacred bird of Ferosia, and pressed the charm to his forehead, muttering a payer to the Emperor and the Saint. then quickly tucked it back beneath his uniform.

He'd do his Duty, no matter where he was sent.

Comforted by the thought. Wilson sat back and waited for his new CO to arrive.

Character: Mikal
Location: Meeting room
Situation: Waiting

Mikal looked over to his side at the sound of a female voice to see a rarity in person. A female guardsman, one of the soldiers in service to the Inquisitor. Mikal regarded the guardsman for a moment and then answered.

"Iron Priest Engineseer Mikal Holtz from the forge world of Mars, as well as all of the other brothers of my organization. And no, I cannot say this planet resembles at all my home, not enough Iron oxide in the atmosphere. Neither do the samples I've taken resemble the information I have on Draconia..."

Mikal goes silent as he notices the surprised look of the female at Mikal's forthright answer. The female looks to the astartes who she also addressed. Mikal speaks lowly to her again.

"A word of advice, I wouldn't address a Space Marine as forthright as you would one of your guardsman comrades, he might not be as forthcoming as me."

Subject: Wilson
Location Briefing room.
Situation: On standby.

Wilson Glanced back over his shoulder at the sound of voices, the Guardswoman was speaking to the Tech priest and with guilty expression his vision fell to his flamer, as it always did when one of the Machine-adepts was nearby. Sure her casing was a little battered, but he performed the rites required to keep her functioning and she'd never let him down yet. he must be doing something right.

He tucked the butt under his shoulder and raised the weapon to check the pilot light , perhaps he should go over, get her looked at by a true tech-priest before things got noisy.

So decided, he stood, leaving his duffel bag on the seat and walked over to the priest just as he gave a warning to the woman about speaking to Astartes. Too true he thought, before coming to attention and saluting them both.

"Magos, I'm sorry for the intrusion, but I have a favor to ask." he patted his flamer affectionately, "I was wondering if you would give my weapon a quick once over, she's due some attention i'd wager."

"Why not on the Draconia guard and the Crescent Moon Dragon chapter of the space marines train side by side, Even my younger brother was selected to become a battle brother. and my mothers father is CMD captain. (The CMD chapter has a reputation for accepting survivors of decimated chapters in to there ranks and for recovering any all imperial vehicles or gear they can. Reports have reach mars of them having reclaimed a space hulk, attack ork held world to take back looted weapons, vehicles and gear and exploring exterminated world to find surviving relics of Space Marine Chapters and Imperial guard. These are then take back to the forges on draconia to be properly cataloged and reconsecrated to the emperor.) So why not talk to them after all we are all human you guys and the Space marines are just blessed by the emperor with enhancement."

Her bluntness shows how closely the different branches must work on Draconia, and the teck priest and the Marine both have heard at lest rumors if not read reports of there exploits.

After waiting for several minutes Ronan decided that the boy had either forgotten to tell Remus or Remus was otherwise engaged in another affair. In any case he was not going to simply wait to be called and set off to find the source of the noises he could hear from within this house.

As he approached the room he saw the end of a battle between a woman, who he believed to be Avere and some other soldiers. He slipped silently into the room and stood on the far side where anyone entering the room would not initially see him. He watched the scene unfold as several other members entered the room and conversations started between some of them, non of them seemingly spotted him hiding in the shadows which suited him fine. As he looked around he could see no sign of Remus, where is that man? he pondered to himself

He overheard a conversation between a young brash woman, a Techpriest and a fellow Astartes. Although he was pleased that such a young woman would not cower at the mere sight of a Space Marine he found her brash manner somehow unnerving and admired his fellow Space Marines ability to remain calm and not break her in half. He heard the Techpriest speak to the young girl, "wise words" he thought to himself, "I would not be so patient"

EDIT: edited to Techpriest
((ooc, just a heads up, in case you haven't guessed, Ronan is not a happy chap, you've been warned ))

Fiendishly busy, will post tomorrow.

HellsGuardian wrote:((ooc, just a heads up, in case you haven't guessed, Ronan is not a happy chap, you've been warned ))

(Hence why I gave dragon a fair warning BTW if by "Tech Marine" you mean Mikal, he's not a tech marine, he's a techpriest, there's a difference )

Character: Mikal
Location: Meeting room
Situation: Waiting

Mikal regarded the proffered flamer with his usual blank expression of efficiency. With his flesh hand, he took the weapon and set his axe aside, leaning on the wall next to him so he could examine the flamer with both hands. He flipped it around a few times and began his analysis.

"I thank you for your respect but I am no Magos, My name and title is Iron Priest Engineseer Mikal Holtz originally attached to the 45th Cadian shock troops, at your service." He said sidewards to the man who had addressed him before turning his attention back to the weapon

"Hmmm, yes, standard issue, seems to be clean enough." Mikal tried the pilot light and watched it, engaging his eyes' UV vision to examine the wavelengths more closely. Yes, there it was, impossible to see to the naked eye, slight flickering of the flame which indicated disruptions in the fuel feed. Obviously it was not a really big problem the flickering itself, Mikal was sure the weapon would fire just fine without interdiction, but how long?

Mikal flipped the flamer over and undid one of the weapon's external fuel mix tubes with the precision of his machine hand, and a small attachment on one of his fingers swabbed the inside . A quick scan revealed the problem, the fuel mix was off a hair, causing there to be a slight build up of residue on the inside of feeding lines.

"Ah, here is the problem." Mikal said opening one of the access plates on the weapon and finding the bolt which connected the two internal fuel pipes together, the resultant mixture of the two fuels in the tank was what caused the ignition and resultant broom of fire to be expelled from the muzzle which was why the weapon was so effective.

"The bolt which connects the fuel pipes is slightly loose. If it isn't adjusted just so, the fuel mix will be wrong and you will have clogged pipes after a few hours use." Mikal said manually tightening the bolt with another finger attachment. Mikal refitted all that he had undone and handed the flamer back to the guardsman.

"Just clean the feed pipes and it should work just fine."

Mikal then regarded Furn again after having been retorted to.

"I apologize for that generalization, I should know better, I am not, however familiar with the guard-astartes relationships on Draconia. But if you would humor me just a moment more, I was not trying to refer to all astartes but specifically to that one." Mikal said indicating the one Furn had addressed earlier.

"Let me advise you if you have not already been aware of it, I believe from the information on the retinue I received from the Inquisitor that he is Brother Aygapus and well..." Mikal started, breaking off to try and find suitable words to make Furn understand.

"Let me just say that according to my calculations it would not be wise to approach him so brashly if one valued one's good health." Mikal could tell Furn may not have been convinced so he took on a tone of placation

"Just friendly advice, feel free to approach him again if you wish."

(never said he was a teck marine i was saying that both the teck priest and the marine in the room might have heard of the CMD chapter for there unic recruting habits.)

"I git it hes like Old Iron Wall Brawn from the 4Th regiment then. He the big quiet type that doesn't like people as well." she looks over her launcher then asks. "Think you can give my Ruckus here the once over? Its rotator started jamming after the mission before last, it's a real pain. It started after i used it to knock a orks teeth in when they jumped our convoy."

She got up and handed him her launcher it was well used and abused from heavy use in what must have been hard battle not surprising give it was used by a stormtrooper. It had a lot of dents bullet scars and a what looked like a eldar shuriken fragment stuck in the stock.

dragonjaj wrote:(never said he was a teck marine i was saying that both the teck priest and the marine in the room might have heard of the CMD chapter for there unic recruting habits.)

(I was talking to HellsGuardian, I believe he mistook Mikal for a Techmarine, although I myself may be mistaken...)


Character: Mikal
Location: Meeting room
Situation: Waiting

Mikal politely took up the grenade launcher politely, at least all these menial tasks gave him something to do while he was waiting. Mikal looked the pitiful thing over and made a tsk tsk noise at its appearance. He opened it and looked inside, it wasn't much better in there. Specifically he examined the rotator as was suggested and saw the problem. The internal rotator was as dented and scarred as the external area of the weapon.

"Well, I will say right now that this weapon has seen better days. Besides the obviously battered casing, the rotator is heavily damaged, this is most likely the source of the jamming, which, like you said, was probably caused by the shattering of ork skulls against the stock. You should know that such a practice is not beneficial to the weapon." Mikal said in a reprimanding tone, Furn gave him an annoyed look.

"But, I will concede that the situation at the time called for compromise. I cannot do anything for the weapon here, I can fix it if I have the time and the appropriate facilities later, but I suggest you have the rotator replaced, as it would at least get the weapon working again."

"Yeah the teck priest gave me a some parts and a data pad on it befor i left." She opened the bag and showed a loose mes of spair parts and a data slate a few years out of date.

Character: Slavro
Loction: Training room
Situation: All worn out having a smoke

Slavro grabbed the towel offered by some nameless servitor, he wiped the blood and sweat from his face and stretched out. Every inch was swore, but he would never let it show. Slavro was surprised, he hasn't lost a fight yet, well a fair one anyway.
'Ain't no such thing as a fair fight sarge!' yelled Kelly from the balcony. Flicker was looking very pale, judging by the size of the bag of credits Kelly was holding, he had bet over a months worth of wages. There were new faces observing as well. He recognized them from the data slabs available too him. But introductions would have too wait.

Slavro nodded at Avare, it was the closest too a congratulations she would get from him. He walked out of the room, washed and dressed his open wounds and lit up a Lho stick. He offered one too Kelly as he walked over too join him.
'Nice one Sarge. It was a good fight sir, don't beat yourself up over it, she did that for you!' Kelly said as he broke into a laugh. Slavro hated the way he could crack himself up like that.
'Flick looked a bit worse for ware, what did you do?' asked Slavro as he took another toke.
'Eh, he knew the odds, happens too everyone at least once' Kelly replied
'Yeah? how badly?'
'Month and a half worth' smiled Kelly

Character: Aajz
Location: Briefing Room
Situation: Waiting

The training bout was a welcome distraction to the modicum of activity that was happening at the safe house. It appeared that most of the retinue were waiting, some impatiently.

Aajz could see the displeasure in the Astartes' face, to keep one waiting was most unwise.

Out of sheer boredom, Aajz decided to disinfect her medical tools, taking out a vial of phenol and chloramphenicol, she doused the tools with the cocktail of antiseptic/antibacterial chemicals.

((Don't wait up, I'll be in a study group for most of tommorow. ))

Character: Rally Jager
Location: Disembarking Landing shuttel and to the meeting room
Situation:Late Late LATE!
"By the Throne those Servators are slow." She said as she hurridly dashed down the ramp towards the safe house. She dashed inside saluting the guard at the gate and ran into the meeting room. "I apoligize for my tardiness, I will strive for better in the future Ma-am" Rally said with a salute to Interragator Avare.

Character: Gaz
Location: Going to Meeting room
Situation: Walking

Gaz looked down at his watch, the meeting was starting in 5 minutes, he should probably get going. He holstered his bolt pistol and slung his plasma gun across his back. Gaz picked up the las gun he had been borrowing and returned it to the front desk. Gaz continued on towards the meeting room, he had seen it already an hour before but no one was there then. He passed the training room which seemed to be holding the end of the fight, Gaz just continued on the fight didn't interest him. He used to have fights all the time back with his squad, Gaz wasn't the fastest but was stronger than average.
As he reached the meeting room he noticed most people were already there. There were marines, tech priests, and other storm troopers. Gaz decided to stand by the tech priest, he liked tech priests they were good to have on your side and kept to them selves, much like him.

(Hehehe....seems like the cog-boy is becoming more popular...............weird.... )

Character: Brother Aygapus
Location: Meeting room.
Situation: Trying hard to remain his composure.
It was taking Aygapus all the self-control rituals High Chaplain Enkomi had taught him not to snap the impudent woman like a twig. The nature of her upbringing seemed to have completely inured her to the truth about Astartes. They were not merely ‘enhanced’; they were made into living gods of battle. They were no longer human, but rather the exemplars of everything a human could be. The blow to the honour of all Space Marines gnawed at Aygapus, but he reasoned it would not be wise to put a knife through her head-he was in enough trouble with Chapter command as it was, without giving naysayers more fuel for the rumours of instability in the psyche of the Minotaurs. The Crescent Moon Dragons were a chapter that he had never seen in battle before, but if this was the kind of thing they had to put up with then he pitied his cousins.
“Woman.”
The sudden break in his silence seemed to take the assembled party by surprise-with the exception of his fellow Astartes, who merely raised an eyebrow, and the Tech-priest, who turned to regard Aygapus. Aygapus decided he liked the Tech-priest; he was good at what he did, not overly devoted to their Machine-god like some in the Mechanicum, and he had been right about approaching the Astartes. Aygapus had never been one to deal with mortals even before the…incident…but now in light of recent events he barely considered the vast majority worth saving. He fought for the High Lords and the Emperor, and they alone.
The sergeant had turned to face Aygapus, an almost petulant expression on her face. Aygapus merely looked down at her.
“If Remus has selected you, then that is good enough for me, but I would advise you to listen to the Tech-priest.” At that, he gave a short nod to Mikal, to which he received the sign of the Cog in gratitude. “I am not one for talking. Your world’s chapter may have had its own customs, but they are not the way of the Minotaurs. I assume you have heard tales of our actions in the Badab war, the brutal slaughters of those who were our brothers. Every one of them is true.”
He allowed that to sink in. The Stormtrooper who had recently arrived and was standing next to the Techpriest seemed unperturbed by this-no doubt believing he was a veteran of such atrocities himself. Aygapus could almost guarantee he was not. The Arbites woman who had recently arrived put her hands over her mouth, no doubt recalling the disturbing rumours that had circulated in the wake of that conflict.
Aygapus continued. “Do not think me and my brother here (motioning to the other Marine) are here because we want to be. We would much rather be alongside our chapters, fighting the Emperor’s enemies in the way we have always done-with bolt and blade on the field of glory. But that is not an option right now. That doesn’t mean we have to like it. So, if you want my advice it is this. Forget everything your Crescent Moon Dragons have taught you about Space Marines, because everything you have been told is probably a lie.”
With that, appreciating the commanding silence that had descended, Aygapus moved even further towards the corner of the chamber, laughing inside at his little joke. Somewhere, Sergeant Kratos was rolling in his grave.

Character: Claudius
Location: Inquisition Safehouse, Training Room
Situation: Watching bout between Avar and Slavro

The Interrogator watched the bout with interest, his keen eyes picking up every nuance of the fighter's technique and style, filing them away for later reference and study.

(I'll do something much more extensive later, just making sure I haven't been forgotten)

Character: Soric Ghast
Location: Meeting room.
Situation: keeping calm, and waiting patiently for the briefing to start.

BIC:

Soric watched how the space marine tried to explain the relations between space marines and guardsmen. It highly amused him, the expression on Furn's face.

He spoke for the first time since entering the safe house.

"I'd listen to the space marine, Furn." Soric said in his thick Ousian accent. "What is a woman doing in a man's job anyway? Shouldn't you be in the kitchen?"

Back on Ousia, it was forbiden for women to perform combat duties, that was the reason for Soric's rude outburst.

Furn turned to Soric, who was sitting on a chair smoking his cigar. Furn's face said enough for him, yet Soric held a venoumous glare at the woman.

Character: Aajz
Location: Meeting room.
Situation: Waiting

Aajz had been shamelessly eavesdropping on the conversations going on between the various members of the retinue. Another bad habit picked up from being a spoiled child, although she agreed with what the Astartes had said.

The Emperor's enemies were always top priority, although part of the non-militant chamber of the sisterhood, she understood all too well the need for brutality against the heretic and mutants that plague the Imperium.

It was a feeling that was expressed by all of the Astartes that she had worked with previously, but most of all the chamber militant of the Ordo Hereticus.

Noticing the rudeness of Stormtrooper Ghast, Aajz spoke softly "I would avoid making enemies of future colleagues, especially by insulting a near half of those that are present in this room."

Character: Soric Ghast
Location: Meeting room.
Situation: Waiting

"Whatever gets me out of this place, miss." Soric said sarcastically, standing up and doing a fake bow.

The months in an imperial prison didn't do anything good to his manners. He had only grown ruder. Prison thaught him many things, from regular brawling to getting a bad attitude. It suited Soric fine, as long as he could getback to Ousia in the end. It was bad enough putting up with this menagerie of imperial servants.

Character: Gaz
Location: Meeting room.
Situation: Waiting

"I assume you are Brother Aygapus then. I believe I fought along side your chapter once, the minotaurs is it?
Any way I have seen how you fight, ruthless and efficient."

Gaz didn't like Soric already but didn't show it he didn't want to make enemies with the people who could save his life. Keep his head low and keep other happy, thats
how Gaz had survived till now and he wasn't going to be stopping anytime soon.

Character: Sgt Slavro
Location: meeting room
Situation: Bout too get his smoke on.


'Sit down, Ghast' said Slavro, his voice booming with authority. His hand resting on the hilt of his bolt pistol.

Every eye in the room went on Slavro. His trench coat fluttered slightly as Kelly closed the door behind them. Flicker and Murphy took the seats beside Ghast, Kelly sat beside the young woman. The room was tense, the Astratus from the Minotaur chapter looked ready too snap, and his squad were almost at each others throats.
Slavro could understand, summons by the Inquistion would put anyone on edge.

'We will begin shortly, our host is preoccupied' said Slavro as he pulled out his seat. He produced a small stack of data slabs from his trenchcoat and arranged them on the table. He then reached into his pocket, and produced a Lho stick.

'Anyone?' said Slavro as he offered his pack to the room.

Character: Soric Ghast
Location: meeting room
Situation: alert.

"Shoot if you want, I'm sitting down. 'Sergeant'." He said, stressing the word sergeant.

He was a captain once, for Vrek's sake. Since when did he take orders from a grunt like him. Sitting down, he tapped the cigar in his mouth, indicating no need to accept Slavro's Lho sticks.

Character: Aajz
Location: Meeting room.
Situation: Waiting.

"Such pointless bloodshed is unwarranted, we are sanctioned here by the holy Inquisition itself, I would advise all parties to stand down, lest they wish to spend the rest of their days in an Ordo Hereticus excruciation chamber."

"The Crescent moon dragons helped reclaim the secter from orks and have rescued members of other chapters or dozen of battles that should have been there last to quote the chapter master. "In lose it is better to survive to fight again and continue to server then to through away the gifts of the emperor in death." They may not fight as savage as your chapter but the do not waist there lives or the lives of us guards men that provide aid at there call with out fear."

She then looked at the man that said women shouldn't fight. "As for you you pig headed gray coat. (Gary coat is the term for new raw recruits on darconia) Draconian law is all children are raised together in each spire all people must serve at lest 6 years in the guard. The best are selected to join the Crescent moon dragons others go carer and the others go to work in the forge. Before i became a storm trooper i served 10 in the 4Th iron wall as rough rider on red grass spiders. And hers a tidbit for that sexes attitude the leader of the 2Nd regiment the red devil drop troops is a woman and wife to a space marine!"

She was now in strom troopes face he could see her gold eyes through her gas mask lenses.

Subject: Wilson
Location: Breifing room
Situation: On standby.

Oh boy, things were heating up now. Wilson thought, now back at his seat and working a pipe cleaner though the feed-line of his flamer, as the "Iron Priest" was it? had instructed. one of the Toy-soldiers was starting trouble before his sergeant lashed him back down with a barked command, albeit the guadswoman wasn't helping things with her attitude.

Wilson finished his work and reattached the line, giving a satisfied nod as the pressure gauge in the housing wavered to its correct location. he was ready to fight.

He glanced at the Sister hospiliter, is fighting broke out between these idiots, he'd try and shield her from harm, she was a non-combatant and he doubted she carried any weapons beside her medical gear. Also her skills would be needed if anyone survived the brawl.

But before that, he should try and improve the situation.

"No body asked me." he announced to the room, standing and moving so that the chairs wouldn't block his movement if trouble eurrupted. "But anyone who is loyal to the Throne and can hold a weapon is welcome at my side in a fire-fight. Man or Woman, Human or Astartes, Only Duty matters."

Furn looked to the trooper with the torch. "You i like." She then walked back to her seat and went about trying to find the parts in the need to replace the rotor.

Subject: Brother Ronan
Location: Breifing room
Situation: Remaining in the shadows


Ronan remained in the alcove where he had initially been trying to remain unseen. The level of politics displayed by these human was worrying but needless to say he spent the time determining the abilities of each of these people. Had this of been an important gathering with important people he would have engaged them in conversation as gaining allies early on could be very important, as it happened they were all grunts and therefore he did not wish to waste his time. But he may or may not be paired with some of these poeple so he deemed it would be useful to be aware of who he could work with and who he'd need to watch his back with.

He was suprised at his own distaste for these human, the homeworld he ailed from and protected was an Imperial World, his Chapter even had good relations with the inhabitants even if other Chapters kept their distant due to the Elite Guards ... history. He even doubted that anyone would know his Chapter, for his Chapter remained in the shadows for the most part.

He noted those that were firey and those that were level headed. He was equally suprised at the sheer friendlyness of the Techpriest, his chapter had a good relation with Mars but he had never personally seen one that was friendly, even the Tech Marines in his own Chapter were less friendly.

As many of them were now sitting down it would only be a matter of time before he was spotted, so rather than be riled bythe tackless ones in the group he decided to make the first move. Moving shiftly he walked out from the shadowy alcove and promtply sat down in the chair barely a metre in front of him.

Character:Rally Jager
Location: Briefing room
Situation: Waiting
Rally put her hands over her mouth stopping a sneeze, (man this place is a bit dusty). she looks around the mish-mashed crowd of Astartes, Mechanus, and stormtroopers, could that be an imperial assassin taking a seat? She looks around and finds an empty chair near by the guards women with the flamer. "Ah nothing like the smell of promethium in the morning, ey," Rally said with a grin.

(OCC: I'm assuming your talking to my character, as you mentioned a flamer, He's male just so you know.)
Subject: Wilson
Locatiion: Briefing room.
Status: On Standby.

Wilson felt so pleased that he had managed to calm things, or at least prevented a fellow Guard being mauled by a Space Marine, that he didn't notice that an Arbite had joined the briefing, he gave her a nod of welcome, then returned to his seat, moving his kitbag to the floor so she could join him.

He exmained her out of the corner of his eye as he returned his cleaning tools to his bag, she wore what looked like carapace armour, but the sheer number of pistol holsters attached to her frame made it difficult to determine. He then realized she had spoken to him, nodding at his flamer with a smile.

"Promethium?" he said, returning the grin, "That's alright I suppose, though the Heretics an Xenos that embrace the Phoenix smell far worse. Thats why i have this."

He tapped the Rebreather at his belt, "keeps out the unclean and the smoke of my work."

Wilson extended his hand, "Specialist David Wilson, Formerly a member of the Ferosian First Heavy Rifles, Combat Engineer by trade. Pleased to meet you, Arbite."

Character: Rally Jager
Location: Meeting room
Situation: waiting
(I only have 3 on me right now, the rest are in a trunk being off load from the shuttle, and sorry, my bad, got confused)
"Proctor Rally Jager, station 213," She says returning the hand shake, "This sure is a lot of specialists here, just who is this guy we're after that warrants this much firepower?"

Subject: Claudius
Location: Briefing Room
Situation: Waiting for Inquisitor Remus

The tall Interrogator strode into the room, a look of superiority and confidence worn across his face. He scanned the room, taking careful note of all within.

Subject: Wilson
Location: Front row left, briefing room.
Status: On standby.

WIlson shrugged, "Don't know, haven't been told, probably won't be. All i know is that he's meat regardless."

Alerted by the trio of pistols worn by Rally, heh easy to remember that, he unbuckled his las pistol from its holster and checked the weapons powercell, then returned it,

"I've had a few run in s with Arbite before," he told her with a grin as he thought back, "One time my freind JAson and i got lost on..., where was it? Some night world i think, anyway, we were lost, drunk and convinced that a plumbing store was our barracks, an Arbite thought we were trying to break in, so he set his Cyber-Mastiff on us. Fastest we've ever run. Our Drill Sergeant would have been impressed" the smile faded, "He's dead now, Jason i mean. Ork Warboss took his head off when we were defending this village back in our home sector. But i got revenge." he patted the flamer on its harness at his side, "took almost half-a-tank but I burned that stain from the Emperors world."

Furn focused on swapping any parts that looked to badly damaged in her launcher with spears from the kit. Any watching would see she had a gift with on weapons or simple machines, but that not surprising given she said shes from a forge world that studies and restores any equipment they can recover. Mars was surprised when lost and forgotten weapons blueprints where sent from Draconia and every so often they send some random pattern to log or identify. So seeing a guardsmen with a skill to field repair there weapon from that world was refreshing tho she showed no concepts of the proper rites or prayers would trouble the teck priest.

Subject: Zeta
Location: Briefing room
Status: Waiting

Bored with the fight in the training room Zeta swiftly left the room and had arrived in the briefing room. The purpose of watching the fight had been to get some understanding of the people they would be working with, lest Zeta needed to impersonate them. Upon entering the room the assassin quickly noticed a couple of Astartes, probably brutish and as far from subtle as possible they would make perfect shields if needed, but Zeta decided not to jump to conclusions so quickly. With nothing to do but wait for yet another mission to start and be completed swiftly the assassin just glanced around the room.

Character: Mikal
Location: Meeting room
Situation: Waiting

Seeing that most of the others present were now sitting at the meeting table, Mikal himself also took a seat and waited politely for the briefing to start. Internally, he was glad that the small situation between the two guardsmen had diffused itself, Mikal would not have liked to get involved in such frivolous disputes. The last time he had been involved in such an argument between service members it had given him a few rather annoying lacerations. Mikal spent the time that he was not directly involved in the more budding conversation to continue the analysis of the group around him. It was incredible what one could tell about a person from their verbal musings, body language, pheromone levels and other such indicators.

Quietly, Mikal was mildly concerned of the stability of some of the members of the group, it seemed that the one known as Ghast, the trooper from Ousia if Mikal was not mistaken, was extremely resentful of his presence here and was venting that frustration towards his peers. Not a good prospect for the coherence of this team, Mikal thought, neither did the outlook of Brother Aygapus or the other Astartes attached to the group benefit the Inquisitor's cause. Mikal was sure that the Acolyte who was in charge of this mission's presence would soon change that, but until then, Mikal hoped that the malefactors' sense of duty would outweigh their sense of unrest.

Mikal also noticed the guardswoman Furn maintaining her piece and smiled to himself at her more practical and less ceremonial methods. They suited him fine, Mikal had never been a big advocate of of the techno religious aspect of the maintaining of the Omnissiah's gifts to humanity. Mikal subscribed to the more practical methods himself, yet another reason why his presence was disdainful to his superiors in the Mechanicus. Some of the more vocal Magi had gone so far to call Mikal a heretic but in his human heart, Mikal knew that was folly, he was loyal, steadfast, a servant to both Man and Machine. Mikal liked to think he had found a balance in both, something that most of his organization shunned in favor of the blessings of the priesthood that took the form of more metal and cogitators.

Mikal shook his head slowly, he recalled a few examples that put him more in mind of servants of the dark powers who fought for the evil blessings of their own lords. There was a line for everything and Mikal walked it where most crossed willingly....perhaps that quality was why the inquisitor had chosen him for this...

Character: Avare
Location: Personal Chambers
Situation: Prepping for meeting

Avare stepped out of the washing-block, the hydropumps coming on automatically to dry the water and sweat off her skin. A short warm shower after a training session was one of the few indulgences she allowed herself, and in addition to the wonderful feeling of physical energy, the running water helped sooth the torn nerve-endings on her right hand. Sometimes a single shower would mean no tremors in that hand all day.

Sparing a glance at the chronometer as she donned her bodyglove, then her Interrogator cloak, as well as arming herself with her laspistol, powersword and other regalia, Avare noted the time. 20:05. She should have started the meeting by now, the others would be waiting. Good, let them wait. Before long they would know full well that it was her who decided how this team operated. Her word would become law to them, her actions an example to follow. For those that didn't excel, for those that questioned, they would be left in the dust, dead or dying, and Avare would be damned if she so much as slackened her pace to allow the weaklings a chance to catch up.

As Avare exited her chambers, making her way through the marbled halls to the briefing room, she reflected on her team. Weakness, laxity or sloth would not be tolerated. Perhaps making an example of one early on would get the message across.

Character: Soric Ghast
Location: Briefing Room
Situation: Waiting.

Soric let Furn blow off some steam, but he wasn't impressed. It took more to frighten an old stormtrooper veteran than some woman.

He took his cigar out of his mouth as Soric saw Avare entering the briefing room. Taking it out, he stood up, at attention. Though he didn't like being here, he did have to have some respect to the mission leader, because a disrespectful attitude towards her would surely lead to oblivion. He valued going home to Ousia more than dying holding a grudge to all women in uniform.

Subject: Wilson
Location: Breifing room
Status: At attention.

Noticing the activity at the rear of the room, Wilson was only a split second behind the Glory-boy in coming to attention, Guardsman and Stormtrooper boots hitting the ground in perfect unison as a fearsome looking woman entered, every inch of her screaming "Commanding Officer" louder than an ork waggh!

as she glanced over at him, Wilson gave her a textbook salute.

"Ma'am."

Subject: Rally Jager
Location: Breifing room
Situation: Aten-Hut
As Avare entered the room, Rally Snapped to atention along with the rest of the team.
(so this is Riemuse's aprentice... She certinly had that powerfull aura, not good if we need to go under cover... every thing about her screams Inquisitor, our man might jump planet if he gets a wiff of this...)

Subject: Brother Ronan
Location: Breifing room
Situation: Awaiting Avare

Many of the others had already left the Training room to go to the briefing room. It was now 20:00 Terran hours and Ronan decided to join them. As he entered he saw no sign of the Inquistitor or Avare and giving a grunt of disgust he chose a seat where no-one would be next to him and promptly sat down.

As Avare entered the room 5 minutes late he watched as several of the Guardsmen stood to attention. He though remained seated. This Inquisitor held no power over him as he was here by request of his Chapter Master and not this Inquisitor woman. He did however give a respectful nod to the Avare as she glanced around the room to show that he at least respected her rank. He waited patiently to hear what she had to say on the mission at hand.

OOC: I am curious what the first mission would be. Any hint for us, EF?

Subject: Gaz
Location: Breifing room
Situation: waiting

Gaz was day dreaming, he was dreaming about his last mission, when he lost the rest of his squad. They were boarding a space hulk, he couldn't remember the name of it he had been on too many hulk attacks to count. The others dying wasn't his fault but he always felt guilty about it.

Their objective, the generators, were only a few corridors ahead, but something didn't feel right to Gaz. He wanted to go the longer route, but the others didn't listen. Gaz hung back while the others continued on, they opened the bulk head and almost 1000 orks gunned them down in seconds. Gaz managed to survive long enough for reinforcements to arrive. He was injured, but still alive.

He was brought back by movement all over the room, he looked up to see the inquisitor standing just before him. He gave a quick salute then slouched back against the wall.

Subject: Furn
Location: Breifing room
Situation: Aten-Hut

Furn was sluggish in her actions as she stood up and saluted the Inquisitor. Her stance was a different from standard guardsmen salute rather then raising her hand she brought her right arm a cross her chest with a closed fist and held it there, This was a salute developed on Draconia to avoid giving away a officer to snipers.

Character: Aajz
Location: Meeting room.
Situation: Waiting

Aajz noticed the guardsmen coming to attention to the arrival of Inquistor Remus' acolyte. It was typical she thought, coming to attention to the first authority figure that entered. The acolyte was small fry compared to those she had seen on the Hospitaller convent on Terra during her training for the past 12 years, a junior Inquisitor with little experience commanded very little respect within the organizations of the Imperium.

She had seen it all, the convent on Terra was a hotspot of activity due to the abnormally large concentration of petitioners who visit the convent on their way to petition their needs to the High Lords on Terra, many staying at the convent due to the nature of Order Hospitaller. It was there that she had first encountered the Inquisition of the Ordo Xenos, smuggling several captured xenos en route to Mars for further study by the Magos Biologis, and was one of the many sisters selected to aid in the interrogation. She had served under the veteran Inquisitor Vail for this reason for six long years before being reassigned to the Ordo Hereticus under Inquisitor Remus.

She suspected this odd, as this was her first time serving the Ordo Hereticus directly, and Inquisitor Vail had made no arrangements for her replacement in her own retinue. Aajz recalled that it was during an Inquisitorial Conclave where she had accompanied Vail that Remus had somehow drawn the ire of the Ordo Xenos and Ordo Malleus for some action that has been now covered up by the Lex-Mechanics of the Inquisition. After the Conclave ended poorly for Vail, she and other inquisitors from the Ordo Malleus spoke poorly of the members of the Ordo Hereticus (especially Remus). Aajz tried to not recall the foul language that was used to describe the agents of the Hereticus by both parties.

Noting that her part in this was most likely a diabolical political maneuver, she knew that there was no need to question her part in this mission. Like all things, it is most likely that all three branches of the Inquisition are moving the lower echelons like pawns in a political chess game. Nevertheless, it would be prudent for her to keep an eye out for Remus and his foundling Inquisitor...

Character: Avare
Loction: Breifing Room
Situation: Briefing


With a cold, calculating acidity, Avare observed Task-Force Fury. The Guardsmen, the Arbitor and the Stormtrooper contigent had rapidly snapped to attention, standing almost in unsion. One of the Stormtrooper to the side, Avare recalled the name, Trooper Gaz, had been a little slow, and had quickly slipped back into a relaxed stance. Inwardly she sneered at the man's laxity, but it wasn't enough to warrant punishment...yet.

The Engineseer, Assassin and the Hospitallier had all stood at her entry, or righted themselves if they had already been standing. Avare noticed the two Astartes, noting with anger that one still remained seated. Brother Ronan, but he had at least nodded towards her, so Avare didn't have great enough reason to berate him for the lack of respect. Besides, picking on an Astartes was pretty low on the list of smart things to do. Avare had almost forgotten Interrogator Claudius, the towering mammoth form of Brother Agyapus blocking him out almost entirely.

"Take a seat." Avare gestured towards the large circular table at the centre of the room. At the centre of the stone table, it's workings carved from basalt, there lay a hololithic display, its circuits and machinery built into the the table itself. When everyone had taken their seats, Avare remained standing. Walking slowly to her place.

"Holocommand, display. Verification Patra." Avare intoned, respectful of the Machine Spirit residing with the creation. After a few moments, the hololithic display powered up, the lights flickering an eerie green weavery to create the three dimensional image of a towering Hive City. The spire, within the city's centre, soared above the rest of the sprawling hive, challenged only by the Basillica of St. Sebastian to the Hive's west. Beyond these two massive structures few details could be made out.

"Hive Augustine." Avare addressed the members seated at the table. "On his pilgrimage to Ophellia, the traveller Marcus described it as 'a wretched hive of scum and villany'. From what I''ve been able to ascertain, he was completely correct. Only the upper levels contain even an appearence of civility anymore, and that is more due to the private security forces of the nobility than Imperial Law." Avare nodded to Proctor Jager "The Arbites gave up on the lower levels long ago. We can have little idea of how much crime exists becuase any crime that does occur isn't reported, and is never investigated. If it happens in the sub-levels, the Arbites don't want to hear about it."

Several of the team members scowled, no doubt thinking that a healthy dose of righteous holy promethium and bolter fire was in order for such a decrepit squalor of criminal habitation. Avare agreed with them heartily, perhaps, when this mission was over and she earned her Inquisitor's laurels, she would return to Augustine. A short visit from the Ordo Hereticus would probably straighten things out. There was little time for that now, however.

"The Emperor works in mysterious ways. It is our good fortune that this wretched lawlessness works in our favour today." Avare received several odd looks. "Let me explain. The sub-levels are ruled by gangs. Often these gangs, when not envolved in territory disputes with other criminals, look to earn income however they can. A favourite way of doing this is to blackmail the nobility, and it just so happens, as you will remember from the Data-pad you recieved, that our target affilliated with one of the nobles on this planet. We have yet to identify who." Avare allowed herself a wicked grin. "But we are very close to finding out."

"Our informant in the sub-levels reports that a manservant, positively identified as belonging to this traitorous noble, has been captured by, or has sought refuge with, we're not entirely sure, a gang in the sub-levels." Avare paused, observing the expressions on each members face before continuing. "We've lost contact with our informant. A recent surge in gang warfare has resulted in a cease in communications. We don't know which rival gang our manservant is currently in the hands of, so we'll be splitting up."

Avare gestured towards Slavro. "Sergeant Slavro will be in charge of Team B, callsign Fallen. Your mission will be to observe. Observe." Avare stressed, "Watch over the aggressor gang, the Crimson Jackals, and their hideout. Engineseer Mikal will set up the observation machinery, their machine spirits must be appeased if we are to accurately observe the comings and goings of the gang. Trooper Wilson will provide...protection, for your observation post. Snare mines and other trip wires should prevent any undesireables from interrupting you. Interrogator Claudius, Trooper Gaz, Trooper Furn, as well as Brother Agypus and Brother Ronan, will accompany you. I don't expect this to go to hell, but if I give the signal I expect you to be ready to cut down the Crimson Jackals to a man."

The Furies she had named nodded in response, their looks a mixture of boredom, apprehension and downright glee at the prospect of a scrap. Avare turned to the others.

"The rest of you will accompany me, Team A, callsign Regent to the hideout of the rival gang, the Yellow Dogs. According to the latest reports of our informant it's a place called Serena's. Our goal will be to discreetly make contact with our informant. If possible, we will aquire the manservant if he is still in the hold of the Yellow Dogs. We'll use violence if neccessary, but if we can simply buy the manservant off them that will be prefferable, less chance of any harm to our best lead."

The holothic display powered down and Avare stood back slightly, observing Task-Force Fury with that same frosty, challenging glare she had worn when she first entered the room. "Any questions?"


((OCC: And yes, don't hesitate to ask questions.))

Character: Furn
Loction: Breifing Room
Situation: Briefing


Furn had finished the repairs of her weapon as she was briefed. She looked to the Avare. "So what are your orders if we observe contraband weapons or gear like stolen Space marine or guard weapons or armor?"

Subject: Wilson
Location: Breifing Room
Satus: On Standby.

"I've got questions, Boss," Wilson said, half-raising his hand like a boy in the schola, "First, where will we be setting up exactly? our own judgment or do you have a site picked out for us? I'll need to know the area extensively to ensure complete covering of our flanks. Second: the weapons themselves, i can jury-rig some from Frags and wire, but I'd prefer the genuine article if you have any, they're more effective and quicker to set."

Character: Rally Jager
Location Briefing room
Situation: Briefing

"Do we have any other information on these gangs, such as their leader, superstitions equipment, strength?" Rally asked, taking notes on the briefing.*well there goes half my kit, suppression gear is way to conspicuous for under cover, maybe a sling of auto pistols and some bolts should be good for the situation*

Character: Avare
Location: Briefing Room
Situation: Answering questions

Avare nodded as the questions came. They were solid questions, it showed the team was taking this seriously. A good sign.


"You're to do nothing, Trooper Furn. I don't care if they are dragging the corpse of Roboute Gulliman through the streets," Avare noticed a sharp intake of breath from the Astartes, probably not the best example, "you don't make a move until my say-so. And Wilson, I didn't recruit the best damn combat engineer in the sector to give him advice on how to do his damn job, if you want ask one of the aides running around here to show you the armoury. You can pick the location when you arrive on site, it's locted within the half-completed hab-blocks. The priority of the observation post should be vantage though, not defensiveness."

Avare nodded towards Proctor Jager, raising her voice to address the rest of the team. "Our informant, due to his nature, hasn't been ble to pass on the more vital information about these gangs, but there is some data on the Yellow Dogs. They're a relatively small gang, with a small territory, no more than 15 members. The ringleader goes by the name Dalken Bras. They deal in narcotics and smuggling, pretty small time. This hostage of theirs is a big break for them. The Crimson Jackals on the other hand are a different sort altogether. They're at least twice as large, in both territory and numbers. Their market is that of human trafficking. The buyers of Yellow Dogs goods often end up as Crimson Jackals stock. Apparently this isn't the first time they've clashed, but Yellow Dogs have been coming off worse for wear." Avare paused, she didn't want her team to jump to conclusions.

"Rumour has it that whatever the Crimson Jackals can't sell off quickly enough they...sacrifice. We may be dealing with some sort of psuedo-Khornate cult here. So keep your eyes open."

Character: Slavro
Loction: Breifing Room
Situation: Being briiefed

((OCC: I bought Eisenhorn the other day, just to get in the inquisitorial mood, and they have their own secret language for messeging each other, I was thinking we could do this, and send pms instead. And is it okay too change my equipment? If we want too infiltrate a hive, Stormtroopers in full body armour w/ rebreathers etc would stand out just a bit.))

Slavro slouched back into his seat, he was impressed by that through her presence alone, she managed to diffuse the room. Kelly, Flick and Murphy each relaxed a little. They had no idea what they were going too face, and with the amount of godwarriors they had, it looked like she wanted too take a fething daemon world. But a simple snatch and grab sounded simple enough, and a good way to integrate the more....outspoken squad members.

'Snatch and grab eh? Sounds simple, do we have a positive id on this manservant? And do we have a secure escape route when it hits the fan?' asked Sgt. Slavro
'Do we have transport?' asked Murphy with a grin. Murphy was a promethium head through and through. A former Valkerie pilot, he covered Remus's escape many times.
'How do we get in?' asked Kelly.

Slavro looked at Kelly, for a Catachan he had a very tactile mind. That was the big question. How the feth do we get a small army into the underhive unnoticed?.

Character: Soric Ghast
Location: Briefing Room
Situation: Asking questions.

Soric added another one in the hail of questions at Avare.

"When do we leave for this mission?" He asked. "What equipment are we allowed to cary? I dunno 'bout the res', but I love to keep my hellgun handy for when the need is high."

to strengthen his view, he added, "I can hide the power pack beneath some rags. I think I can say that we all have to go in disguise, as a bunch of stormtroopers and an Inquisitor would be very suspicious."

Character: Zeta
Location: Briefing Room
Situation: Asking question

"Why are so many people required for this mission? Surely there is more to this mission than you're revealing" asked Zeta.

Character: Avare
Location: Briefing Room
Situation: Answering Questions

Avare regarded the new questions with a glare, but chuckled inwardly.


"Do you really think I intendit to be that the Inquisition would hide from the likes of these scum? We will have no such disguise, no dress in the drabs of the commoner. We will burst down the doors of the Yellow Dog's hideout, demand the manservant, recover the informant and leave. We will offer them a chance to leave with their lives, perhaps even turn a profit, but they will have the guns of the Furies on them at all times. And even if they comply peacefully, the only witnesses I intend to leave will be corpses. And if we do not find the manservant there, we will do the same to the Crimson Jackals. If need be I will leave the sub-level in shes if it takes me one step closer to our goal."

Avare turned to Murphy. "You'll like this. We have a Valkryie, prepped and waiting on the landing pad out the back. You're flying it." Murphy's eyes widened, like a puppy with a new toy.


Avare turned back to the rest of he team "It's 2030 now. It will be roughly a 4 hour trip from here to Hive Augustine. We leave at 0400. And assassin, when I feel that you require that answer I will tell you. And not a moment sooner. A small mind is easily filled with faith."

Character: Scrazza
Location: Briefing Room
Situation: Asking Questions

"What a wicked waste of skill, if you ask me. We've got some good infiltrators in this team, and covert operations so happens to be one of my specialities, if I may say so." Soric objected. "It doesn't make much sense to me, but that's the inquisition for ya."

He snorted, and added, "Alright, alright, Let's get blasting then."

Subject: Wilson
Location: Briefing Room
Status: Begining Prep

"Gotcha," Wilson replied, while inside he gave a grin, Best in the sector huh? he'd make sure to prove her right.

He stood, "with your permission boss, I'd like to chase that ordinance down ASAP, I'll need some help carrying the crates though."

Character: Brother Ronan
Location: Briefing Room
Situation: Being Briefed


Ronan snarled when Avare spoke the words about Roboute Gulliman in such a disrespectful manner, one did not speak of such a man in that manner. "Choose your words more carefully .. Inquistitor" Ronan said in a lower but easy to hear tone. Although Ronan wanted to rip the young woman in half there and then, he knew it would be unwise. The Astartes not being answerable to the Inquistition was one thing, actively killing an Inquistitor in retribution was quite another and would hold grave consequences for hiis entire Chapter if he acted out.

"Your plan seems fine to me Inquisitor, though I shall wait to see the area we find ourselves in before making plans on how to defend it, such questions would be pointless at this time" Ronan spoke in a moderately gruff tone and lent back in his chair as he finished, the whole chair creaked with his weight as he moved.

Ronan remained seated as the others asked questions, his first thought was to get up and leave the Briefing having learnt what he needed to know, however he decided that for the moment he would stay and listen. Such an act would only further to anger the Inquisitor who he had to give a moderate amount of respect during this mission as well as the fact he thought he might gleen some insights that have not yet been disclosed.

He glanced around the room, his eyes homing in on the other Astartes, his name was Agypus he had heard. If he was going to be teamed with this Astartes it would be prudent to speak with him, the success of this mission would most likely rely on their skills alone, he mused to himself. He had never worked along side another Chapter before, and neither had his Chapter since the incident with the Tau. He wondered just what Agypus had heard of this.

Character: Avare
Loction: Briefing Room
Situation: Dismissing team

Avare ignored Brother Ronan's outburst, in all honesty his rebuke for the talk on Gulliman had likely been reserved, but she would not stand him to lecture her on the mission. She made a mental note of that.

She nodded to Wilson. "A servitor can help you with that. And if they muck it up, no loss. Make your preperations. I'll be holding an obeisance to the Emperor at 0330, in the chapel, sking him to grant uss sucess in this endevour. Those who are like-minded are welcome to join. Team dismissed."

Slavro stood too attention and gave a crisp, perfect salute. 'With your permission ma'am, there's stuff we need too organize''


He nodded at Kelly, Flick and Murphy. The stood, saluted and followed Slavro out the room.

'About 8 hours too dust off' said Kelly as he field stirped his heavy stubber.
'Ready you equipment and catch a few, never know when our next chance too will be' replied Slavro
Murphy couldn't sit still, he was too excited about that promised Valk.

Slavro found himself a chair in a secluded part of the mansion, pushed his cap down, and drifted off.

Subject: Wilson
Location: Inquisitorial Safe-house.
Status: Prepping for Mission.

Wilson Saluted and stepped away from the table, gave Rally a respectful nod, and left the room.

First he grabbed a nearby Servant and asked her to direct him to spare quarters, there he dumped his kitbag and the meager belongs and spare uniforms it contained.

Then he was led to the armorer, where he requisitioned a servitor and spent half an hour opening and inspecting three crates of Iron Dagger tripmines, unpacking each one and checking it and sliding those that passed his standards back. Those that failed where placed aside for disposal. At the end when he signed off on their release from stores, he had three crates of twelve, and accompanied the servitor as it carried them to the gunship. There he helped the crew secure them within the passenger compartment.

"Just be sure to fly safe." he joked to the pilot, "They don't take kindly to sharp knocks."

Task completed, he wandered back into the house, idly wondering where members of the task force were supposed to get food, and intending to find something to do that would kill time before the Inquisitor started her sermon. It was always a good idea to ask for The emperor's protection before an Op, and as a man with a large tank of Fuel strapped to his back, he had more reason to ask for it.

Soric watched the others leave the briefing room, and did so himself. He picked up his stuff, and left the briefing room in search of the sleeping quarters. He might as well catch a few hours sleep in the meantime.

Lugging his gear to his bunk, he reflected on the mission team. He already had a disliking for Furn. The Astartes were...well, Astartes, and should be treated that way. The others, he didn't worry about, other then Sergeant Slavro, who, technically, held a higher rank than him. For the moment.

He got to the sleeping quarters and chose one of the available bunks as his own. Each bunk had it's own footlocker and a storage closet. It was better to unpack now, than having to do it when you need something he reckoned, and started unpacking. A recharger for his hellgun-ammo pack, spare hellgun barrels, spare parts for the gun, slug rounds for his auto pistol, an extra uniform, shaving gear,... the usual stuff. He finally came to a small package, packed away in his trunk. Without looking in it, he put it away in the storage closet. Personal stuff, he didn't want to worry about it now.

After spent some minutes unpacking, he settled for some sleep. He set his wrist-chrono to bleep at 0200, he wanted to check his gear, get a meal and join Avare in worship in the chapel. Soric wasn't that devout, but it couldn't hurt to ask for guidance for once. And he had to make a good impression on Avare, Inquisitors should always be kept on one's Good side.

AFter some more moments of thought, he fell asleep on his bunk.

Character: Aajz
Location: Briefing room.
Situation: Talking to Avare

Aajz vox caster crackled over her respirator. "Lady Avare, it may be unwise for us to reveal our presence so soon and alert the underhive and nobility. They will surely attempt to hide their many secrets upon discovering our investigation"

"This may be a time for subtlety. I can produce a sedatative to introduce to the ventillation system of our targets with the help of Techpriest Mikal. The chemical will sedate all in the Hive district as long as it is being maintained and allow unrestricted movement without resistance. If you feel that this can help in our mission, then I will make the preparations immediately, however, due to the nature of the volatile chemicals, I will need to stay behind and ensure the stability of the drug. Otherwise, the sedatative can develop into a neurotoxin."

Character: Avare
Loction: Briefing Room
Situation: Talking to Aajz

Aajz had remained after the others to ask a question in private. Good, Avare thought, that showed respect for authority.

"There's no need to worry about alerting the nobility with an operation in the sub-levels. We could carpet bomb half of the surrounding area and they wouldn't take notice. But...Sister, work on that sedative, I have an idea that may make use of it later."

Character: Aajz
Location: Inquisitorial Safehouse
Situation: Making chemical weapons

"Very well, it will take several hours to complete" Aajz scuttled off to the armory. It was there that the canisters, specialized equipment and chemicals she needed was housed.

Activating her mechandendrites she began creating a variety of sedatives, anasthetics and other dangerous drugs. One of which was a potent psychological disruptant (or truth serum as some would call it), the target of which would believe that whoever adminstered it was their closest ally....

Subject: Interrogator Claudius
Location: Chambers
Situation: Preparing for mission

Senior Interrogator Claudius carefully inspected his ornate inferno pistol, polishing the basket at the end of the barrel with a soft cloth, reading aloud from the Haereticorum Flagellum, intoning the Litany of Fury as he cleaned the barrel of the weapon. Satisfied that the weapon was in proper repair, he set it down reverently on a bed of satin cloth atop the table, reaching for his power sword next. The blade made nary a sound as it slid from the scabbard, Claudius smiling grimly as the polished steel caught his reflection. This was the same blade that had taken the life of the heretical Inquisitor Momus, spitting the struggling man through the gut as he cried his supposed innocence. The Interrogator sneered, mercy was wasted on the coward. Sliding the blade back within it's sheath, Claudius donned his armor, sturdy plate resembling that of the gothic knights of old, oiled plates fitting over his body like a second skin of iron and contempt. He paused for a moment to read the golden script engraved into his armor, reading the battle hyms quietly as he strapped his sword and pistol to his belt. Fastening the massive tome that was the Haereticorum Flagellum to his breastplate, Interrogator Narciso Claudius strode from his chambers, making for the briefing room to wait for his 'companions'.

Character: Gaz
Location: Meeting room
Situation: Talking to Avare

"Avare, would you rather I gave sniper cover or heavy close support?
I am happy with either as long as I get to kill some scum."

Gaz like the Inquisitor, she was powerful and demanded respect, not he was going to show her much. Gaz had never really shown and officers or and ranking officials much respect.

Character: Slavro
Location: Mansion
Situation: Wasting time

Slavro couldn't sleep. Well, to be more accurate, he wouldn't let himself sleep. What with astratus and assassins wondering around the mansion, and the mysterious circumstances of their assembly, he couldn't take any chances. He survived tomb worlds waking below his feet, daemon fiends, traitors, xenos, too many too count, he didn't want to be remembered as the war hero who got his throat slit in the night.

He wandered over to the armory, intent on gathering anything he might need in the days too come. Their was an impressive array of weapons available. Helguns, lasguns, autoguns, even Astratus sized bolters. Grenades of all sizes and patterns. He picked up a few fraggs and a krak grenade. Should be able too take out anything he expected too encounter. He was startled when he saw the Sister Hospitiller in the corner. She hadn't noticed him entering, too engrossed with the vials of toxins and drugs arrayed in front of her. He left her be, and left as quietly as he entered.

Holy fething Terra! thought Slavro. He starred slack jawed at the figure striding past him. Clad in black gothic armour, with the biggest book Slavro ever seen attached too its breast, the Interrogator was frakking scarey looking. He entered the briefing room without even acknowledging Slavro. He didn't mind at all. If there's anyone he didn't want to be stuck in the same room with, it was a Senior Interrogator. Slavro quickly walked on, intent on getting some food, real food, not that Imperial ration crud.

Character: Mikal
Location: Manor
Situation: Making mission preparations

Mikal walked outside after the meeting had concluded, he found it quite informative in regards to the specifics, but asked no questions as he now knew what was required of him. Reconnaissance work, it was something he had done before on multiple occasions with the Guard. One thing that he enjoyed about it was that there was no clear cut method for retrieving information, yes there were several methods that were optimal but such delicate work required and equally delicate hand and an open mind. Something that not a whole lot of Mikal's associates in the Mechanicus had.

As he contemplated the ways he would accomplish his task and continued to stroll around the manor, he saw the trooper Wilson sending off what appeared to be crates of munitions in a parked gunship and returning toward the Manor. Mikal remembered that the trooper had had questions about the specifics of the observation post's defenses. Mikal knew for a reconnaissance mission to work, they had to be subtle, inconspicuous. An idea forming, he walked over to the trooper, his power axe in hand, and greeted him.

"Tell me trooper, I understand you had some concerns about the defensive nature of the post we will be working from."

Wilson. answered in the affirmative.

"I assure you there is no reason to worry, if the Lady Avare's plan goes accordingly then we will have no need for defensive measures, however..." Mikal put a stress on this last word. "You and I both know that militarily speaking, plans almost never go completely accordingly. Therefore my question to you is this: I will have no problems with the setting up of the surveillance systems required, but I am sure that it would make everyone on the observing team feel better if I aided you in the construction of our defenses. Do you agree?"

Character: Aajz
Location: Chapel
Situation: In prayer.

It had taken her a total of three hours and forty two minutes, far longer than she expected, but then again, she had gotten carried away and produced a wider range of chemicals than originally intended; there were a wide variety of chemicals, all neatly labelled in their canisters.


Having finished her preparations, Aajz made her way to the shrine of the Emperor. As a member of the ecclesiarchy, she was compelled to pray to the Emperor when she could, faith being of utmost importance to the sisterhood, regardless of rank. She would spend the rest of the time before the mission in quiet solitude at the Chapel.

Character: Brother Aygapus
Location: His quarters at the manor.
Situation: Being unable to concentrate.
I should not be thinking like this, Aygapus told himself.
It was true-he was an Astartes. They were meant to be living weapons of the divine Emperor, beyond the concept doubt. But the truth is, something was making Aygapus feel uneasy. It wasn’t that the plan was bad-far from it; it seemed like a sound course of action, though he did query why Avare had thought it necessary to assign both him and this Ronan to the same team. What exactly were they expecting to be facing down there? Although she had been Remus’ Acolyte for a long time now, Avare was far from infallible-evident through the poor choice of phrasing during the debrief, slandering the name of the holy Primarch Gulliman. It had been all Aygapus could do to not repeat his cousin’s outburst.
Or maybe they were brothers after all. It was difficult to know with the Minotaurs, since unlike some other chapters whom could trace their origins back through the millennia, the Minotaurs did not know which of the mighty Primarchs they were descended from. In truth, Aygapus had never really cared-he did the Emperor’s work, and that was enough. He worried about the Elite Guard though. He suspected they were an Ultramarine successor, and the two brotherhoods had never been on best terms in the past-in fact, the Minotaurs have in the past issued a public insult to Marneus Calgar. Aygapus did not regret his chapters’ actions-far from it-but the inbred hostility may well prove counterproductive to the mission at whole.
In truth, something else was bothering Aygapus. Although he had never had much dealings with Arbites in the past, and could not speak for their character, it seemed unlike any servant of the Imperium to merely ‘give up’, especially on an area of their home world. From Avare’s description of it, the Crimson Dogs seemed to number only about 50 members-how could one gang, even if they were Blood God cultists, prove so dangerous? Unless…
No. That was ridiculous. It had happened once, and now he was jumping at shadows. It was not logical to assume that they were responsible for every problem. Stop being a bloody fool.
Aygapus sighed, stood, and moved to sit on his cot bed. He wondered whether he should go and speak to Ronan. He dismissed the notion…the Elite Guard did not seem to be particularly chatty, and to be honest that suited Aygapus and the Minotaurs just fine. If Ronan wanted to talk, he could bloody come himself.

Character: Furn
Location: The manor.
Situation: Snooping round killing time



Furn went to the armory to see if there was any thing she could use she found a old but usable hunters lance and a dated lass gun witch she helped her self to.

Furn then walked to the transport to and stowed her gear in the rack. She then walked out on the pad she looked around not seeing any one she pulled of he mask and helmet. She had long red hair but what stood out was she was a ab-human a best-man er best-women she had cat ears and feline like face. (Draconia has a best man population that stood alone in the name of the emperor against the orks for 150 year the orks held the world.)

dragonjaj wrote:Character: Furn
Location: The manor.
Situation: Snooping round killing time



Furn went to the armory to see if there was any thing she could use she found a old but usable hunters lance and a dated lass gun witch she helped her self to.

Furn then walked to the transport to and stowed her gear in the rack. She then walked out on the pad she looked around not seeing any one she pulled of he mask and helmet. She had long red hair but what stood out was she was a ab-human a best-man er best-women she had cat ears and feline like face. (Draconia has a best man population that stood alone in the name of the emperor against the orks for 150 year the orks held the world.)

((OOC: Did...wait, furries?))

Emperors Faithful wrote:

dragonjaj wrote:Character: Furn
Location: The manor.
Situation: Snooping round killing time



Furn went to the armory to see if there was any thing she could use she found a old but usable hunters lance and a dated lass gun witch she helped her self to.

Furn then walked to the transport to and stowed her gear in the rack. She then walked out on the pad she looked around not seeing any one she pulled of he mask and helmet. She had long red hair but what stood out was she was a ab-human a best-man er best-women she had cat ears and feline like face. (Draconia has a best man population that stood alone in the name of the emperor against the orks for 150 year the orks held the world.)

((OOC: Did...wait, furries?))

OOC: I wouldn't mess with her, she's a bestwoman. Meaning they're the best

((OOC: You realise that this is the Ordo Hereticus right? They're known for killing abhumans just for being abhumans. They're hardly going to tolerate one of them as part of the retinue.))

OOC: I think half the retinue are puritanical fanatics (most likely both Astartes, myself and the interrogator!)

Maybe she could get a haircut or something to disguise her best-people features?

Emperors Faithful wrote:

dragonjaj wrote:Character: Furn
Location: The manor.
Situation: Snooping round killing time



Furn went to the armory to see if there was any thing she could use she found a old but usable hunters lance and a dated lass gun witch she helped her self to.

Furn then walked to the transport to and stowed her gear in the rack. She then walked out on the pad she looked around not seeing any one she pulled of he mask and helmet. She had long red hair but what stood out was she was a ab-human a best-man er best-women she had cat ears and feline like face. (Draconia has a best man population that stood alone in the name of the emperor against the orks for 150 year the orks held the world.)

((OOC: Did...wait, furries?))

(Shes still technically human and there in 1st gen and rogue trader her its just looks and not furry more anthor she has skin just ears, a tail and feline face. Like the puma twins in tank police. so not full furrie but yeah she is i figured cause no one saw her out of her gear or with her mask or helmet of.)

((I'd personally recommend discarding that part if I'm honest. If Ronan caught but a glimpse he would do what Marines do best. If your set on RP'ing that way and EF is happy to, then I'd suggest you really play it down and use it to your advantage but make sure none of us find out. If EF is unhappy then EF is the GM and has the first and final say))
((Moving swiftly on.....))

Character: Brother Ronan
Location: A Spartan Room with a bunk
Situation: Readying himself


Brother Ronan had given thought to simply waiting in the transport to save time, however in hindsight he decided that meditation would serve him better. He placed his Boltgun on the trunk at the foot of his bed, a deep red cloth draped over the trunk to ensure his boltgun wasn't muddied by the dirty trunk lid.

He knelt before the trunk, offering prayers to the Emperor and said rights to appease the machine spirit. As he finished his prayers he pulled from his belt container a small box, opening it he flicked through the contents with his large and clumsy fingers. At the bottom was a picture, which he pulled out to examine. The picture was of his family, the family he now left behind when he became an Astartes. The picture was more than just a sentimental keepsake, it was a reminder, a reminder of how important his sacrifice was in order to rid the galaxy of his enemies. He replaced the picture and closed the box, returning it back to his belt and started another prayer, asking for the Emperor to watch over his homeworld and his Chapter who were sworn to protect it. The memories of the Maggroth incident and his homeworld in flames still haunted him to this day, as it did most of the Elite Guard who all traced their lineage to the Homeworld that still wore the scars

His thoughts turned to his brethren, the meeting where the Chapter Master had detailed this mission to him and the task he was to carry out while under the charge of Inquisitor Remus. Ronan had noted that he had not yet seen Remus, only Inquistitor Avare had been on hand, perhaps she would hold some answers to his questions. But one did not just question an Inquisitor, especially on such a sensitive subject. No, he would bide his time, perhaps she may even prove forthcoming with the information he seeks when she learns the reason he seeks it.

He looked up, as if broken from his prayers by a realisation. "the hospitalizer" he mused in private thoughts, "she may prove useful to my goals ... if she is willing" and with that he returned to his prayers.

Snarky wrote:OOC: I think half the retinue are puritanical fanatics (most likely both Astartes, myself and the interrogator!)

Maybe she could get a haircut or something to disguise her best-people features?

(she hids it under the helmit and bestfolk are alound in the imperom just as second class sitasent in most worlds or the banished to prison world to atone for there mutaion. Draconia use them cuase they stood and survied for 1oo+ years fighting for the emperor with now having to tell them to witch was more then a ogryn or ratling would do.)

Subject: Wilson
Location: Manor Landing Pad
Situation: Discussing Observation post Defense with Mikal.

Wilson greeted the Tech priest that intercepted him before the manor doors with a friendly nod, and listened keenly as Mikal offered him his assistance in defending the OP

"Of course," he said, scratching his cheek as he looked back over his shoulder at the Valkyre they would be taking to the dropzone, "I know that keeping quiet is key on recon missions, but if worst come to worst we're probably going to be out numbered, the mines will only be placed to defend against them storming our position. Here, i've had a few ideas."

He pulled out his data pad and fiddled with it for a few seconds, drawing a makeshift map on the display and showing it to the tech priest.

"i've got three dozen Iron Daggers loaded and ready to go. Now, say that this circle is the OP, depending on the sounding area, i'll set up three minefields, here, here and here, labeled Alpha, Bravo and Charlie, in front towards the Gang hideout and both flanks, but i've not enough to rely solely on the mines for defense, and our rear is wide open. Can't be helped, we need a fallback route if things go south. so placement of personnel is key. Any suggestions you can offer on that, Iron Preist?"

OOC: Yeah, I really would hide the fact that you're an ab-human, since my character hates all mutants too (being part of the sisterhood kinda indoctrinates you with the whole hate the xenos, purge the mutant crap).

Snarky wrote:OOC: Yeah, I really would hide the fact that you're an ab-human, since my character hates all mutants too (being part of the sisterhood kinda indoctrinates you with the whole hate the xenos, purge the mutant crap).

(OOC She is thats why she looked around frist but rember her record was why she was chosen Rumus would have knoen in advance by checking her farther history or medicl records, And as bestmen go she looks almost human in fact a wolf brother mutates worse then she is. If its that mach truble i can have as just a red head but I think it ad flaver to the game rember she said her brother was a marine.)

(Occ: Oh, man. Recite the litanies, fire up the Gellar field. A feth-storm is coming. That aside, i think such a key detail of a character should have been told at character creation, as i think almost everyone else would be forced to kill her if/when her mutation came out.)

Lord Harrab wrote:(Occ: Oh, man. Recite the litanies, fire up the Gellar field. A feth-storm is coming. That aside, i think such a key detail of a character should have been told at character creation, as i think almost everyone else would be forced to kill her if/when her mutation came out.)

(It only came to me after the group started being called furries thoe mi ig dose let in beastfolk to be honist So i am trying to figure out how to modle them to look human not wanting to use the fantisy vertion cause they dont look human.)

OOC: While guardsmen may be a little surprised and will tolerate abhumans, puritanical Inquisitors, Space Marines, and members of the ecclesiarchy will purge mutants on sight.

Seeing as how half of the retinue fall under the "purge on sight" category, it's going to be tough in those situations when you might have to reveal that you're a mutant without, y'know, being killed by half the team.

Snarky wrote:OOC: While guardsmen may be a little surprised and will tolerate abhumans, puritanical Inquisitors, Space Marines, and members of the ecclesiarchy will purge mutants on sight.

Seeing as how half of the retinue fall under the "purge on sight" category, it's going to be tough in those situations when you might have to reveal that you're a mutant without, y'know, being killed by half the team.

(OCC: Guardsmen may tolerate ab-humans, but they would be forced to kill them if ordered to by a member of the Inquisition for example, Wilson wouldn't like it, as she took the eagle just like him, but he'd do it. All i'm saying is that this sudden change is rather disruptive, all it would take would be one slip, (one that could happen outside of the players control.) then its infighting.)

(OOC Not all mutants are purged on sight there are the chearubs that trail the seraphim or aid all inquisitors, the ogryen, ratlings and others used in roles of farm labor and other tasks that humans are above. So they are tolerant of mutant its only the wild rampit mutations that fill the chaos ranks that they hunt. But they do discriminate against the accepted ones. And the space wolf chapter has near werewolf looking members and the brotherhood of the snake has the venom sacs in there neck they can spit out of there mouths technically all sm are mutants as well.)

Character: Mikal
Location: Manor
Situation: Making mission preparations

Mikal nods as he sees the general idea behind the defense of the outpost. It was solid guard logic that covering all angles of attack with munitions would significantly slow an attacker down. Given the crude nature of under hive gang warfare, Mikal was willing to to conceded that the mines would be adequate.

"Yes, yes, these should do fine, and as for the matter of the fourth direction, it should be simple enough to cover that area. The surveillance systems I plan on using consists of these." Mikal then produces his own slate and pulls up a frontal image of a servo skull.

"Obviously they will be equipped with a number of audio-visual recording, and cloaking devices but I do have an idea on how some of them can be used for the base's defense. Now, servo skulls are usually not used in this manner, but if past experience serves me well, they will work as well here."

Mikal looks again to Wilson's display. "The skulls can be slaved to do a variety of things, controlling weapons being on of them, if we can get our hands on one or two heavy bolters or weapons of the like, I can create a control interface for the skulls to use said weapons in defense of our retreat direction based on proximity detectors. This would free our team members for other duties and if my calculations are correct it may increase our chances of success by as much as forty seven percent."

Mikal then looks back to Wilson. "I believe that would give any hostile combatants pause for thought."

Character: Furn
Location: Manor landing pad
Situation: Praying

She keeled down and prayed in the open air of the pad out of sight of the others. "Emperor give me strength to stand whats to come and to fight like my ancestors. Praise the Emperor." She then started to tuck her hair back in her helmet and put her mask back on.

dragonjaj wrote:(OOC Not all mutants are purged on sight there are the chearubs that trail the seraphim or aid all inquisitors, the ogryen, ratlings and others used in roles of farm labor and other tasks that humans are above. So they are tolerant of mutant its only the wild rampit mutations that fill the chaos ranks that they hunt. But they do discriminate against the accepted ones. And the space wolf chapter has near werewolf looking members and the brotherhood of the snake has the venom sacs in there neck they can spit out of there mouths technically all sm are mutants as well.)

Yes, abhumans are tolerated to some extent in the Imperium (Ogryns and Ratlings, plus mutant slavery, is case in point). But not by the Ordo Hereticus. The Ordo Hereticus is far, far more likely to destroy their kind on sight than recruit them. Hell, some members of the Hereticus have the same attitude with psykers.

You definitely should have mentioned such a feature in your character post. For the same reasons that I would not accept Chowderhead's deamonhost character I'm going to have to ask you to drop that part of your character. It does not fit the nature of an inquisitorial retinue of the Ordo Hereticus at all.


Also, cherubim are vat grown, turned into servitors.

Ok so lets just say shes vary shy and dosent like to show her face to others.

(thoe the orde dose use them the fat deformed angels they use are mutants too werse mutants then any other and like i said space marines are a forme of enginered mutants.)

Subject: Wilson
Location: Manor
Status: Finialising plans.

Wilson nodded, "That it would. You're the Tech Priest, Sparky, you think it'll help, by all means go for it, but if i may suggest something? Take Heavy Stubbers, They may lack the kick of a bolter, but they're lighter and easy to carry if we have to go offensive."

He pocketed his data pad after writing down Mikal's suggestions, "I'm going to run these plans past the Glory-boy Sergeant, then perhaps give my soul a quick scrubbing at the Chapel before we head out. Vox me if you need my help with anything."

dragonjaj wrote:Ok so lets just say shes vary shy and dosent like to show her face to others.

(thoe the orde dose use them the fat deformed angels they use are mutants too werse mutants then any other and like i said space marines are a forme of enginered mutants.)

OOC: The point is, Space Marines are genetically enhanced by the Emperor, nobody in the Imperium will dare question something that the Emperor sanctioned himself (unless they went crazy and decided to live in the eye of terror) and Cherubs are more like small space robots in the shape of a cherub than a mutant. Anyway, since your mutation isn't officially sanctioned by the Imperium and it's the task of the Ordo Hereticus to root out mutation and purge it, your character is pretty much obliged to die [and your homeworld subjected to Exterminatus] because the purity of mankind has been corrupted so to speak.

(ooc:Gaz asked a question like two pages ago and you seem to be ignoring it :()

Snarky wrote:

dragonjaj wrote:Ok so lets just say shes vary shy and dosent like to show her face to others.

(thoe the orde dose use them the fat deformed angels they use are mutants too werse mutants then any other and like i said space marines are a forme of enginered mutants.)

OOC: The point is, Space Marines are genetically enhanced by the Emperor, nobody in the Imperium will dare question something that the Emperor sanctioned himself (unless they went crazy and decided to live in the eye of terror) and Cherubs are more like small space robots in the shape of a cherub than a mutant. Anyway, since your mutation isn't officially sanctioned by the Imperium and it's the task of the Ordo Hereticus to root out mutation and purge it, your character is pretty much obliged to die [and your homeworld subjected to Exterminatus] because the purity of mankind has been corrupted so to speak.

OOC: Precisely. Certain abhumans, such as ratlings and Ogryns, are tolerated barely, but the Ordo Hereticus would definitely not tolerate a race of beast-people. They wouldn't even allow them to exist as slaves (which some Imperial officials might), they would have the planet put to the torch.

There is not going to be a cat-lady on Team Fury, and this should have been suggested either via PM or in your profile rather thn revealed now.

Vulkan_He'stan wrote:Character: Gaz
Location: Meeting room
Situation: Talking to Avare

"Avare, would you rather I gave sniper cover or heavy close support?
I am happy with either as long as I get to kill some scum."

Gaz like the Inquisitor, she was powerful and demanded respect, not he was going to show her much. Gaz had never really shown and officers or and ranking officials much respect.

You kind of asked this after everyone had aleadry been dismissed (including Aajz), and team members were now making preperations. If I answered it that would break up the continuity of the story, I just thought you'd realise it after you read the previous posts. If something similar happens in the future (you miss the chance, but still want to ask a question) PM me.

Character: Slavro, Kelly, Flick, Murphy
Location: Landing pad
Situation: Waiting on the company

Kelly is a tough, resourceful warrior. As one would expect of a Catachan. He wore his red bandannaover his standard issue helmet. His only reminder of a life long gone. He packed his heavy stubber, along with a vast amount of ammo into the back of the Valkyrie.
'We're only observing Kell, pray you wont be needing that' said Slavro as he threw his bandoliers over his shouldars.
Kelly smiled 'Never know sarge, can't rely on fething Astratus'. Slavro noted with a smile that Kelly looked around before saying that.

Murphy walked over, wiping oily grime from his forehead with a damp rag, but he only managed too smear it across his face.
'All set sarge, made some modifications, but she's ready for dust off anytime.' said Murphy with a huge smile
'What modifications?' asked Slavro, already cursing himself, he knew how Murphy could talk.
'Got some servitors too mount autocannons on the sponsons, refueled it, reloaded it..'
Slavro cut him off before he could continue. 'As long as it can still get us there'
Murphy smiled. 'Oh you don't worry about that sarge'

Slavro, Kelly, Murphy and Flick leaned against the landing pads railings, watching the servitors go about their monotonous work.
'What you thinking Sarge' asked Flick
'hmm?' replied Slavro, taking a long inhale from his lho stick.
'About the mission, a snatch and grab with these people? Where supposed too be expecting 50 odd gangers.
why the feth do we need two Astratus? Somethings not right here, I dont trust her.' said Flick
'Your jobs not too trust her, its too trust me' replied Slavro

Character: Aajz
Location: Inquisitorial Safehouse
Situation: Arriving for mission departure.

It was time, Aajz had made her way to the safehouse entrance. The time was 03:45 Terran Standard time, slightly early, but at least still on time. She had seen the other members of the retinue on her way, most still preparing such as donning armour and loading up on supplies. She checked her own inventory, her surgical tools and mechanodendrites were all integrated into her carapace armour. The reductor and narthecium were functioning correctly, although much smaller than the Astartes Apothecarion versions, they were still very much useful. The reductor she possessed was far more compact than the bulkier standardized versions used. As a member of an Inquisitorial retinue she had priority in acquiring more archaic tech, the operational mechanism of her reductor was more akin to the digital weapons produced by the Jokaero, the surgical cuts from the micro lasers allowed cauterization of wounds to quickly sterilize the area to prevent further infection. Although not designed for combat, Aajz pondered if it would be possible it as a digital weapon when the fighting inevitably begins. Her mind wandered to the contents of the heavy medical case she now carried.

Checking her handheld case, it was full of the recently synthesized chemicals. It also had the variety of drugs and medicines that invariably would be needed on a mission of this nature, one notable chemical she possessed was a vial of polymorphine; she still did not understand why she would need this chemical. It was a "gift" from one of the Magos on Mars.

Character: Furn
Location: gunship landing pad
Situation: ready to leave

Fur was straping in on a door gun maning a heavy bolter.

dragonjaj wrote:Character: Furn
Location: gunship landing pad
Situation: ready to leave

Fur was straping in on a door gun maning a heavy bolter.

((OCC they got replaced with Autocannons because, well, they are gak cool))

Toastedandy wrote:

((OCC they got replaced with Autocannons because, well, they are gak cool))

(Is that aloud? i know you cant do that in the real game even in apok rules say there heavy bolters on the doors or nothing)

Character: Furn
Location: gunship landing pad
Situation: ready to leave

Fur was straping in on the right side door gun. (will leave gun unlabled till confemation of wepon type.)

((OOC I assumed that the Autocannons was replacing the multilaser on the nose, not the heavy bolters

Team Fury please bear with me, I will not be available over the next 2-3 days. Last exam coming up.))

dragonjaj wrote:

Toastedandy wrote:

((OCC they got replaced with Autocannons because, well, they are gak cool))

(Is that aloud? i know you cant do that in the real game even in apok rules say there heavy bolters on the doors or nothing)

Character: Furn
Location: gunship landing pad
Situation: ready to leave

Fur was straping in on the right side door gun. (will leave gun unlabled till confemation of wepon type.)

((OOC: Game wise yeah its only Heavy bolters. But schematically, I dont think there would be anything wrong with swapping them out for something more useful))

Emperors Faithful wrote:((OOC I assumed that the Autocannons was replacing the multilaser on the nose, not the heavy bolters

Team Fury please bear with me, I will not be available over the next 2-3 days. Last exam coming up.))

(Yeah that makes more sense to me too autocannons are for light vehicles door guns are not to be a main weapon on a gun ship but to suppress unfirendly troops and cover personal embarking or disembarking the vehicle. in real life T-choppers have ether 50 cal, 30 cal or 20mm grenade launchers. auto cannons are a secondary coaxsled weapon on super heavy tanks or twined linked as the main on a russ patrun, or the main on a predator distruter. pluse bolts are exsplosive shells any way and i find a heavy bolter is beeter then a autocannon.)

((OOC: Yeah that does make more sense, I just want to have an autocannon somewhere, so ill edit it too be on the nose))

Emperors Faithful wrote:((OOC Team Fury please bear with me, I will not be available over the next 2-3 days. Last exam coming up.))

Wait, wha-?

A curse!

Scrazza wrote:

Emperors Faithful wrote:((OOC Team Fury please bear with me, I will not be available over the next 2-3 days. Last exam coming up.))

Wait, wha-?

A curse!

I know right, bummer

(On a related note, I'm gonna be out of town this weekend, starting today. I'll still have access to a computer but don't expect me to be as active...)

(Damn people having a life outside dakka, ill be working anyway so meh)

(In other news, The Cat will be joining the roleplay soon.. shenanigans forthcoming)

Toastedandy wrote:((OOC: Yeah that does make more sense, I just want to have an autocannon somewhere, so ill edit it too be on the nose))

(that modle gun ship has 3 multi lazer guns one mounted right side of pilot and guner then 2 under each wing and missles yoy can replace the wing munted mutis with autocannons and ad rokits and replace the frount multi lazer with lass cannon If you want the bigest bang for your buck. (red devil 2nd draconian only uses gunships and drop sentinles so i had to study my options.)

Darkvoidof40k wrote:(In other news, The Cat will be joining the roleplay soon.. shenanigans forthcoming)

(OOC: Oh, God.

And good luck EF. And remember, if in doubt: answer every question with "7". I can almost guarentee that maybe one has a chance of being correct.)

Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:(In other news, The Cat will be joining the roleplay soon.. shenanigans forthcoming)

(OOC: Oh, God.

And good luck EF. And remember, if in doubt: answer every question with "7". I can almost guarentee that maybe one has a chance of being correct.)

(OOC: This man loves my internet persona really.)

Character: Mikal
Location: Manor
Situation: Making mission preparations

Mikal was pleased by the approval of the guardsman, content that they reached an agreement. He was careful to consider the tip from the trooper as well, he ran the calculations quickly and determined that stubbers would work better as they were more lightweight and had a higher rate of fire.

the Trooper made to leave to conduct his one business, Mikal bowed his head to the man and made the sign of the cog. "May the Omnissiah favor you." He intoned politely as a goodbye. He watched the trooper leave and chuckled to himself about the manner in witch he departed. "Sparky", like he hadn't heard that one before. That done, Mikal made his way to the armory and retrieved the cases of servo skulls he had sequestered as well as finding two heavy stubbers and loading it all onto a servitor and then the Valkyrie with the trooper's mines.

The deed done, Mikal headed back to the shrine, he had many calculations and analyzations to complete, not to mention prayers and litanies to recite before he went into harm's way yet again.

With EmpFaith outta the way for awhile due to exam preparation and whatnot, doesn't seem like there's going to be much roleplaying.. which sucks, as it means my character won't be appearing for awhile longer.

Also, did anyone else notice that he's updated some of the log recordings specific to certain characters?

Character:Rally Jager
Location: barracks room
situation: Lock and load

After leaving the briefing room, Rally made her way down to her bunk, she opens up her trunk reveling a multitude of hand guns. "hmmmm, I guess Ill need my shot gun, the riot shield will scream Arbites and if what she said about the Arbites abandoning the area was true, then I don't want to attract any unnecessary attention, then again it is protection..."
She ponders while loading a small auto pistol and sliding it onto a rail up her sleeve, "The shock maul is a must and the plasma pistol should account for any vehicles they bring..." she pulls a string on her undercoat, making the pistol slide forth into her hand, then resets it, "Hmmm I think this will do." She says picking up a shot gun and ban-loader, the shield, her Plasma and bolt pistol, and her shock maul along with her hidden auto pistol. "Ah the sweet scent of gun powder..." she takes a deep breath in, and head to the landing pad.

Character:Rally Jager
Location: barracks room
situation: Lock and load

After leaving the briefing room, Rally made her way down to her bunk, she opens up her trunk reveling a multitude of hand guns. "hmmmm, I guess Ill need my shot gun, the riot shield will scream Arbites and if what she said about the Arbites abandoning the area was true, then I don't want to attract any unnecessary attention, then again it is protection..."
She ponders while loading a small auto pistol and sliding it onto a rail up her sleeve, "The shock maul is a must and the plasma pistol should account for any vehicles they bring..." she pulls a string on her undercoat, making the pistol slide forth into her hand, then resets it, "Hmmm I think this will do." She says picking up a shot gun and ban-loader, the shield, her Plasma and bolt pistol, and her shock maul along with her hidden auto pistol. "Ah the sweet scent of gun powder..." she takes a deep breath in, and head to the landing pad.

Character: Brother Aygapus
Location: Gunship landing pad.
Situation: Approaching the gunship.
Aygapus had finally decided that he had probably prayed to the Emperor enough for one mission (he grinned at that, thinking what a field day the Chaplains would have with him if they’d heard that), and made to leave his room. He picked up a viscous looking, serrated combat blade christened ‘Thanatos’, and his customised silenced bolt pistol, as well as a few grenades and a couple of other more…specialist items that a scout may be called upon to use, before slipping into his combat suit. It was refreshing to be wearing the familiar bronze plate again, even if it was just Carapace armour, and for a moment Aygapus reflected on how long it had been since he had last seen any real combat. His tenure with the Inquisition was nearly over, fortunately, and provided his Chapter would accept him back-there were still wounds that may not have healed-he was looking forward to donning his beloved Terminator suit again.
After a brisk walk down from the manor, Aygapus arrived at the landing pad. He noted that several members of the Task Force had already arrived-the Stormtroopers, Lucia, and that insolent Guardswomen whose name he believed was Furn. The latter, whilst still hiding her face behind her rebreather, was no doubt giving him an almost contemptuous sneer upon seeing Aygapus’ arrival, whilst the Stormtroopers were too locked in their own conversation to notice. Lucia gave him a courteous nod, which the Space Marine returned. Spying a pile of barrels over in a secluded corner of the safe house, Aygapus perched himself atop them and waited for the rest of the group-specifically, Ronan.

Character: Brother Ronan
Location: On the approach to the Landing Pad.
Situation: Approaching the landingpad.

Brother Ronan walked up the path towards the dropship waiting on the launchpad, he spied several of the people who had already gathered, some patient, some laughing and joking. To his side he spotted Brother Aygapus perched on top of a set of barrels, although Marines seldom need to wile the time away with chatter he was compelled to at least speak with him, if only to learn more about his mindset. He was due to fight along side the man so he at least wanted to have an idea of what to expect from him and so walked over towards the barrels.

"Greetings to you, Brother Aygapus" he said to him as he approached. "I see that you too appriciate a little ... solitude ... from these mortals as well. If I am disturbing then we can talk another time, my purpose for speaking with you is not of great importance" He said in a firm but polite tone.

He looked into his eyes as he awaited an answer, he recognised the look of a hardened veteran, one who had seen many battles and had the scars to show for it. There was also something almost .. sinister in his gaze, a sign of something ingrained within him of a tragic or dark past. He did not dare ask Aygapus of it, such things were the affairs of his Chapter and he had no right to ask and nor would he, only chapters with a long standing history would talk open about such things.

Character: Furn
Location: right door gun
Situation: ready to leave


(OK point of note people have goten Furn almost lives in her rebrither mask she dose not let others see her face all you git unless your nose to nose is the dead glear of tinted leansess.)

Furn checked the feedin to the Heavybolter.

Character: Rally Jager
Location: Landing pad
Situation: Ready for launch
Rally walked onto the landing pad, Shield and shot gun strapped to her back, She gives a nod to the group chattering and proceeds into the Valkyrie.
She takes the gun opposite to Furn and Begins to check the weapon..."You any good with air combat, Furn?"

I'm going to be out until the 25th, so GM, feel free to run Claudius as an NPC until I return.

Mordoskul wrote:I'm going to be out until the 25th, so GM, feel free to run Claudius as an NPC until I return.

We'll be seeing you next Saturday then, have a good trip to wherever you're going Mordo.

Character: Furn
Location: Landing pad
Situation: Ready for launch

Furn Looked over. "I trained on this birds gun but i have more real combat time on chimeras hull lasguns. I got 3 hours training in sim 5 hours target range." She ansered

Character: Soric Ghast
Location: Sleeping quarters
situation: can't sleep.

Soric had been lying awake for the past hour, he had gotten enough sleep on the flight to the surface. He got up, and got dressed. Avare told them to go in full battle gear. A waste of resources, he reckoned. Yet, Soric didn't want to anger the inquisitor, so he complied. He put on his drab green carapace armor. His dark green clothing and his drab green armor made him stand out in the confines of the city, but he didn't have another camo pattern, and wasn't told to disguise, so it had to do. He swung his ammo pack over his back, and attached the cable feed to his hellgun. He checked the connection one more time, and checked if the iron sights were set right.

(OOC: more will come later...sorry..)

dragonjaj wrote:(OK point of note people have goten Furn almost lives in her rebrither mask she dose not let others see her face all you git unless your nose to nose is the dead glear of tinted leansess.)

(OOC: ack, you're right! Sorry 'bout that Dragon.)

Character: Brother Aygapus
Location: Gunship landing pad.
Situation: Speaking with Ronan.
So, this was Brother Ronan.
The Marine seemed competent enough-young perhaps when compared to Aygapus, but still seeming to be a formidable warrior. Aygapus saw no reason to dislike him-the very fact that he had approached to speak with him indicated he was well aware of the matters at hand here. After studying him for a moment, without blinking, Aygapus rose from his seat and broke the slightly tense silence with a warrior’s handshake-a firm grasp of Ronan’s wrist.
“Hail, brother. You are correct, despite our duty to protect them I find humans in general tedious in the extreme, either with the constant awe-struck expressions on their faces, or their ignorance.” At this, he broke off the shake. “I suppose you know which chapter I am”, he said, tapping the small red bull’s head emblazoned on the front of his armour without really meaning to. “And from your livery and what I’ve heard I assume you are Elite Guard. A fine chapter, noble warriors all. I fought alongside them myself during the purging of the Orks (he spit as he said this word, a glob of acidic phlegm landing with a hiss on the pad’s metallic floor), when I was no more than a mere neophyte.” Aygapus chuckled bleakly. “I suppose it is fitting that when I meet you again, once more I am no more than a Scout”. He turned to regard the rest of the team that had assembled so far, noting that Ronan had done the same with what appeared to be an almost contemptuous sneer.
“A word of warning, brother” Aygapus said, voice dropping to an almost conspirital whisper. “I would not advise you to make so public a challenge to Interrogator Avare in future. I have served alongside her for many years now, and even for Astartes it is unwise to cross her. She is…stubbornly persistent in treating us like any other member of the team.” Aygapus turned to look at his brother, noting a flash of what appeared to be a mix of curiosity and anger cross his eyes. At this, Aygapus allowed his face to soften slightly.
“Brother, I say these things not to dishonour you-if you believe so then slay me where I stand. I will not stop you. In truth, I would welcome it-even when my tenure in the Inquisition’s service is complete it is unlikely my Chapter will ever truly forgive me for my sins.” At this he paused, realising he had said too much already. “Believe me when I say that I was as ready to rip her in half as much as you were at her blasphemy against Primarch Gulliman. And I am hardly the Ultramarine’s greatest fan. But, she knows more than she is letting on, and until we know what that is we need her. I do not know why you are here, although I can guess your Master did not send you merely out of the goodness of his heart, and in truth I do not care. But, for whatever purpose it may be, she will more than likely play a large part. And even if she isn’t, then she WILL be useful in the coming mission. Mark my words, Brother; we will be facing more than mere gangs down there. I am sure of it.” At this he looked up, eyes glazing over as old wounds dragged themselves to the fore.
“I just hope it is not what I think it is, Ronan. Or I will kill her myself.”

Character: Brother Ronan
Location: Gunship landing pad.
Situation: Speaking with Aygapus


Ronan gave a respectful nod, taken slightly by suprise at this battle brothers willingness to talk but pleased that during this mission he might at least at least find respite in talking with this brother.

"Your words are well heeded, brother." he said in a quiter tone. Although I have not personally fought alongside your kin as it was before my time, your stories are well told within our halls. It is a shame that such alliances with others of our kind were forced to come to an end, but at least there might be one that still regard my Chapter as ... honourable" he said with a geniune sly smile.

Ronan glanced back to the rag-tad warriors by the landing pad, he noticed two of the female warriors talking between themselves, as were the others who had assembled. Still confident there conversation was not overheard he returned his attention to Brother Aygapus.

"As for the Inquisitor, my orders are to aid in this mission, it is not my desire to enrage one of her rank but I will not stand by and be berated in such senile manner. I will obey her orders but I will not do so blindly". He nodded to himself, it was true that he did not like this woman Avare, but equally he did not hate her, though more of her foolish outbursts at his expense might give him pause to reconsider. He knew that Inquisitors hold great power and like Space Marines are not accustomed to having to answer to another. Perhaps he ought to give this Avare Interrogator a little more leway, after all, it was not Interrogator Avare that interested him, even if she might be able to give him some ... answers.

"Do not fear brother, my orders are to ensure the success of this mission regardless of its cost, even if that cost were my own life. And I will ensure that mission succeeds!" He paused for a brief moment before continuing. "It has been good to speak with you Brother Aygapus, Emperor be with you" With that he nodded respectfully and returned a wrist-handshake.


EDITED: Inquisitor to Interrogator

Guys, y'all do realise that Avare isn't actually an Inquisitor?

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Guys, y'all do realise that Avare isn't actually an Inquisitor?

OOC: Sure we do, I even zing Avare in a post a few pages back about not being an Inquisitor and just being an Acolyte.

Character: Rally Jager
Location: Port side gun
Situation: small talk
"That's good, I got a little experience in air combat while on storm team detail, we should be fine as long as their isn't any other fliers in the air." Rally said as she tinkered with the mount, trying to find a better balance for her.

Character: Furn
Location: Starboard door gun
Situation: small talk

"Enemy flyers are not our problem to deal with, we're on door guns that mean we clear the LZ and ground fire. The pilot and gunner job to deal with deal with the tanks and flyers." she said as she worked the bolt readying the gun to fire. "I just hope the gangs don't got missile launchers that could be big trouble for us."

(OOC just in case there are those that are not familiar with the vendetta gunship and its sister the valkyrie gunship they have a 2 men in cockpit where the pilot and rio set in tandem. The rio controls weapons and coms and pilot mainly flying the VTOL, then they can have 2 door guns that fire the heavy bolters. think of the the set up on a US black hawk or a Russian crocodile gunships for a moder counter part.)

Character: Sgt Slavro
Location: Landing pad
Situation: Finding team 'Fallen'

Slavro took the last long drag out of his lho stick before flicking it too the ground.
The data slates infront of him told him little of his squad. Cogboy Mikal, Wilson, Claudius,
Gaz, Furn, and the two astratus. Agypus and Ronan. He glanced up from the slates, the two astratus
were here already, as well as the cogboy and Furn. (If I missed anyone just post and ill edit it)
No sign of anyone else, must still be praying too the big E thought Slavro.

He walked up to the Enginseer. 'Mikal is it? Slavro' he said pointing too his chest. 'I understand you
will be in my squad for the mission. Its a pleasure.' hs said, offering a hand........



(Few mins later)

Slavro glanced at the two god warriors. They seemed too be chatting, now would be a good a time as any, he thought.
'Master Agypus, Master Ronan.' he said, saluting crisply. 'Sgt. Slavro' he pointed too his chest again.
'I understand we will be working alongside each other, It will be an honour for me and my men too fight
alongside the astratus once again.' He didn't offer his hand, his time fighting alongside the Dark Angels
taught him, they tend too keep to themselves....


(Few mins later)

He found Furn chatting to the arbites onboard the ship. 'Ever use on of these?' he said, indicating the heavy bolter.
'If not I hope you learn fast. Sgt. Slavro, Furn I presume?' he said, offering a hand.

((ooc: will post my response to Slavro after Mikal has had his bit ))

(OCC Wilson is in the Chapel, waiting for the sermon to start.)

Character: Furn
Location: Landing pad
Situation: Chating as she got ready.



Furn Grinned "Yeah I'm trained on them in fact the job of training the Guardsmen heavy weapons teams on Draconia is handled by a space marine scout heavy weapon operator that wishes to be considered for the chapters devastator squads. They sever as teacher to us for 6 years to prove they know heavy weapons well enough to be a devastator. The Crescent moon dragon chapter and the Draconia guard co train so mach that unless you a brother from a dead or dieing chapter you have to have first past imperial guard basic training and sever in the guard 3 years before you can be considered to be selected a Space Marine. So trust me I can do this."

She may have been a guard storm trooper but how she quoted chapter regulation and her attitude you'd think she her self could have been trained to be a Space marine or at least have read a chapters rites.

Character: Soric Ghast
Location: Sleeping quarters
situation: getting ready.

happy with his hellgun's accuracy, he got up, and put on his red beret. The trademark item of his stormtrooper company was this red beret. On the beret's front was the regiment's symbol, a stylised gator with wings. It resembled a dragon of some kind, but he knew what the winged gator stood for, and wore it with pride.Lastly, he attached his sheated machette to his belt. His carapace armor on, Hellgun secure and checked, beret on, he left for the armory.

Wandering through the abandoned hallway, he looked at the portrets hanging on the walls. Some of them unsettled him. Images of old creepy people, no doubt important people on this planet. There were paintings of heroic warriors battling some kind of xenos, and men who looked like cultists.

Some moments later, he arrived at the armory. There were others there too, but Soric ignored them. He got four frag grenades and a smoke grenade. Then he picked up a holstered autopistol and strapped it to his belt. He checked the ammo clip, and got another one, just to be sure. He tried to think of something he might need, but nothing came to mind. He thought of some more basic kit, a flashlight, which he secured to his chestpiece, and a flaregun which he holstered next to his autopistol. He couldn't carry more, or couldn't be bothered to carry more. This wouldn't be a long mission, so he just covered the basics.

Content with what he had, he made his way to the chapel. By now, it was 0200. It was still a bit early, but Soric what restless, so went on either way.

(Erhm, My character actually wasnt at the landing pad, if you read my last post, he went back to the manor's shrine and will be there until either he is needed or the mission begins.)

((OOC Final Exam finished this morning. Free as a bird to continue the story. BTW, good job on conversing and talking with one another, this is exactly what I want to see when we're not right in the middle of the action. Also, in order to avoid confusion when the moment comes the informant we're trying to contact is who Darkvoid's character will be, and I'll be updating the character dossier when he takes an active role in the retinue. Technically only Slavro and Avare should know the informant's identity, but I wanted to be sure no one had an "OMGWTF?" when he started posting.

BTW Toastedandy, I've noticed that you've been calling the Space Marines 'Astratus'. It's actually Astartes.

dragonjaj: You don't need to talk so much about the particular practices of your home-planet, no else here is likely to be at all familiar with Draconia. Try to talk more about yourself and your personal experiences, rather than what they do on your homeworld.

Mordoskull: Come back soon. ))

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Also, did anyone else notice that he's updated some of the log recordings specific to certain characters?

Not much so far, but I'll be adding more the longer Avare observes player characters.



Character: Interrogator Avare
Location: Chapel
Situation: Praying for the Emperor's Blessing


Avare finished the 7th Litany of Absolution, silently contemplating the passage. The calm twirl of the silver Hexagrammic chainlink in her gloves comforted her as she moved them between her fingers. Avare had always bein a pious woman. She believed that it was essential for any member of the Inquisition. She valued skill and expertise of course, to use people with experience and talents were vital if the team was to succeed. But what did that mean if the person did not fully understand that they were but a vessel of the Emperor? To be used in furthering his will? Nothing. Without faith one cannot have purpose, without purpose one cannot fully do their duty to the Emperor. And if one is found wanting in their duty to the Emperor, no mortal punishment can truly suffice for such a sin.
Avare nodded solemnly, the old Missionary Ephaet had always said the same thing. He had died on Maltas, quite horribly in fact, the Deamon Engine's flames had burned a horrible warp-fuelled colour. But he had never shirked in his faith or his duty, and that gave Avare solace.

The door to the chapel creaked open, two figures in full battlegear slowly slipped into the room. Avare turned to face them, a small smile creasing her lips, though it was impossible to tell whether the smile was genuine or not. "Trooper Wilson, Trooper Ghast. A pleasure to see you arrive here early. We still have time, more should arrive soon. Let us talk. Tell me more about how you met my Master Remus."

Subject: Wilson
Location Chapel
Status: On Standby.

Wilson gave a nervous glance to the storm-trooper beside him, The Boss was smiling, and when officers smiled troopers were in for something, at least in his experience, and it wasn't a trip to a nearby Pleasure Planet with a billion Thrones on credit.

She had asked them both a question, and training had hardwired his brain to respond when the higher ups demanded something,

He came to attention, "Ma'am, I First encountered the Inquisitor on one of the moons of my home sector, after an operation to defend a settlement from a Green-skin incursion, my Platoon suffered heavy casualties and as far as I'm aware i was the only trooper to survive the engagement. his Lordship was accompanying the reinforcements that arrived a week later."

Wilson took a breath and gave a satisfied smile. "My Mission was achieved, not a single ork made it within the village, although it took a few deviations from the Tatica to achieve."

(OOC she dose that shell talk about her worlds traditions or her family with strangers to explain things about her self she despite her attitude she is shy hates to show her face or talk directly about her self. Basically to git a straight answer from her takes some work or a flat blunt question she cant diverge to another topic.)

Character: Avare
Location: Chapel
Situation: Passing time

Hmm, when Avare had smiled Trooper Wilson has tensed up like he was about to recieve a formal reprimand. Obviously, she needed to work on her smile. She tried not to appear flatfooted by Wilson's summry report, and by his flagrant admission of abandoning protocol. Little matter, that was what she had took him on for after all. "Um, right. Yes, I have read your dossiers. The villagers was untouched. It strikes me as a little odd, don't you think? As I recall in a situation that desperate Imperial Adepts, including guardsmen, are licensed to conscript any nearby civilians to assist in carrying out the work of the Emperor. Is that what you mean by 'deviations'"?"

Subject: Gaz
Location: Chapel
Status: Waiting

Gaz had been to the armory, it was massive he had seen many armories but never one that big. There were walls filled with all kinds of weapons, attachments and ammunition. Gaz had picked up a couple of magazines for his bolt pistol and a silencer for it
Then he picked up a large sniper rifle, the thing was massive, it was taller than him, he picked up a few magazines for it and left his plasma gun in the stores, it was his own plasma gun and he didn't want any one taking it.

Gaz then made his way down to the chapel. most people he passed gave him funny looks, he probably did look weird with a rifle bigger than him strapped to his back. As he reached the chapel he slowly opened the door and saw several people already sitting near the front, not wanting to disturb them he crept over to a Pugh at the back of the chapel he leant the rifle against the wall and sat down in prayer.

Subject: Wilson
Location: Chapel
Status: On standby.

Wilson kept his face impassive, "My duty was to hold the choke-point, The citizens I tasked with guarding my rear and acting as lookouts while i worked on building traps or slept. They had no formal training and few weapons, they would have just gotten in my way with other tasks. No, the deviations i referred to was something else."

He sighed and closed his eyes, " I used the bodies and commbeads of my fellow guardsmen to lure the orks into ambush sites by making them sound and look like a larger force, then i brought the mountainside down on them with carefully placed meltabombs, then rushed their leader while they were distracted. with their leader-beast dead they turned on etch other."

He locked eyes with the Inquisitorial agent without fear, "I did my Duty, and the Villagers live on to serve the throne as his agents direct. I regret nothing."

Character: Avare
Location: Chapel
Situation: Passing time

"Indeed." That hadn't been in the dossiers. Avare got the feeling it hadn't been mentioned in any of the reports. Initially, she didn't know whether to be disgusted or impressed by Wilson's methods. She quickly rebuked herself, the soldier had done what the situation had demanded. There was nothing wrong with him doing his duty, and doing whatever it took to carry it out. As an Inquisitor-in-waiting she should have known that, Avare told herself.

She was snapped out of her line of thinking as the door creaked open, Trooper Gaz entered quietly, unharnessing a ridiculously large sniper rifle from his back, and hung back at the rear of the chapel. Avare glanced back to Wilson, giving him a curt nod. "You did your duty, Wilson, as the Emperor demands."

Subject: Wilson
Location: Chapel
Status: On standby


"Yes ma'am, I know."

He saluted, turned on his heel and marched to an empty pew, there he sat and unslung his flamer tanks, his other hand reached into his fatigues and pulled out the little bird icon.

Quietly he offered a prayer to the Emperor and the souls of those whose deaths had gotten him here.

He hoped they would forgive him, and understand.

Character: Soric Ghast
Location: Chapel
Situation: answering question.

Soric waited until Wilson finished with his reply. He ten spoke when Avare looked at him for a response.

"Inquisitor Remus got me out of the Penal Colony." He said. "After the disaster drop, Command seen it fit to make me the one to blame, as I was in command of that mission. It will surprise me if Inquisitor Remus hasn't told you that. Sir."

He then waited for what Avare had to say.

His answer had been brief, but enough.

Character: Brother Ronan
Location: Near a set of Barrels close to the landing pad
Situation: Talking to Brother Aygapus and Slavro

Brother Ronan slowly turned his head to look at the owner of the voice, he could have sworn he saw a shiver go down his back from his somewhat errie movement though could not be sure. He looked upon the man, he remembered his name from the briefing so he knew his offical introduction was a mere formality to try and get a conversation going between himself and Aygapus.

He looked at him, pausing for a moment, creating an awkward silence between them all before he spoke. The man had greeted him respectfully, clearly this man knew something on the appropriate way to address one of his status. "I know who you are .. sergeant" he said formally.

He then leaned closer, his face only a few feet away from Slavro's face before speaking in a quieter tone, "Interagator Avare may have put you in charge of this team but do not be foolish enough to believe you are worthy to order an Astartes, I have no reason to dislike you and I would like it to remain that way .. Sergeant!, Rest assured I will do whatever is necessary to ensure the success of this mission and I will grant you a decorum of flexibility as you will undoubtable need to assign me and Brother Aygapus tasks to fit with your plans". With that he leaned back giving space between them, he didn't care if he intimidated him or not, he wanted to make himself clear.

He looked to Aygapus, noting his tempory silence as he listened to Ronan and Slavro conversing, presumably he did not want to chime in just yet so returned his gaze back to Slavro. "However, you strike me as one who would not be so foolish, and if an Interagator deems you worthy to lead this team I will obviously assume you have the relevant skills to do so, you may even seek my council should you wish to". "I am interested to see how things pan out once we get into the belly of the hive".

He grinned as he said the words, he knew Slavro would most likely be feeling very uncomfortable at his personal space being invaded by the huge form of an Astartes, the very fact this man was not quaking in his boots or as brash as some of the others impressed him, perhaps he would get along with this Sergeant Slavro after all. He turned to the side, giving Aypapus a chance to speak if he so wished in case he had thoughts different than his own, but any case, Ronan's posture made it clear that he had finished and the conversation was over with him.

Emperors Faithful wrote:BTW Toastedandy, I've noticed that you've been calling the Space Marines 'Astratus'. It's actually Astartes.

Yeah, couldn't remember so I spelt it phonetically

Character: Sgt. Slavro
Location: Landing pad
Situation: Locating team

@Furn


Some set of lungs on her, thought Slavro. 'Indeed. LZ's expected to be hot, as long as your competent enough, stay on the gun. You in squad Fallen, you answer too me. I tell you to do something, it better already be done. Understand?'
She seemed like she knew what she was doing, he watched her practice cocking and reloading and seemed as proficient as Kelly.
'We will be departing shortly, get whatever you need now, you wont have a chance later.'





@ The space marine bros

The astartes loomed over Slavro. He didn't flinch at all. He knew how they acted towards any guardsman. A test, intimidate them to find any fear. It would not work on Slavro. He has seen marines before, even fought them, he doesn't give easy.
His eyes never left Ronans, 'Glad too hear it' he said as he saluted immaculately again. 'We will be leaving soon, I trust the both of you are prepared. Expect contact upon arrival'
With nothing left too say, and not wishing to irritate them with unnecessary chat, Slavro turned and walked back towards the lads.

Ah, my characters' indentity has been revealed.. partially.. soon y'all shall meet him. Rather interesting chap, if I say so myself.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Ah, my characters' indentity has been revealed.. partially.. soon y'all shall meet him. Rather interesting chap, if I say so myself.

Note: Spoiler is only for Darko's eyes.

Scrazza wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Ah, my characters' indentity has been revealed.. partially.. soon y'all shall meet him. Rather interesting chap, if I say so myself.

Note: Spoiler is only for Darko's eyes.

Spoiler:

Is it Shadow?

Nah, I wanted to give all those baddies a chance. After all, he could win this game in three minutes using only a wet sock and a potato.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Scrazza wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Ah, my characters' indentity has been revealed.. partially.. soon y'all shall meet him. Rather interesting chap, if I say so myself.

Note: Spoiler is only for Darko's eyes.

Spoiler:

Is it Shadow?

Nah, I wanted to give all those baddies a chance. After all, he could win this game in three minutes using only a wet sock and a potato.

And when he lives in a magic land called 'Imagination Island'.

Character: Mikal
Location: Shrine
Situation: Making mission preparations

Mikal again found himself in the same position as earlier, standing in quiet meditation and analysis, chattering litanies to the Machine god in binary, quietly. The incense candles burned dimly in the dark room. Finally done, Mikal again opened his eyes and breathed the scented air deeply. He turned and walked from the room, wordlessly heading towards the chapel.

There was still one more piece of obeisance he had to make before this mission started...Out of all the habits that Mikal made a point of, this one was by far the strangest among his kind. It was definitely a shock for the guardsmen the first time Mikal had walked into a chapel service by the regimental chaplain in dedication to the Emperor. Mikal entered the service room quietly, where he saw Avare and several others already there. Mikal was content to stand to one side of the room, he didn't want to interrupt any conversation or draw any strange looks. But there was a second reason to Mikal's appearance in the room. He wanted to see just what kind of servant of the Emperor Avare was. He figured he already knew, but much could be learned about a person by observing how they made their own obeisance as well...

Mikal determined he would find an empty pew when the service started, and would only move into the room any further if someone noticed him or spoke to him, it was better that way everyone else could concentrate on the Emperor and the flesh machine hybrid in the corner of the room.

ooc: I'm in the Chapel until 03:45 which then my previous post comes into effect.

((I intend to start the sermon shortly, after which we booard and head into the mission, so what we're you planning to do?))

@EF

Scrazza wrote:Character: Soric Ghast
Location: Chapel
Situation: answering question.

Soric waited until Wilson finished with his reply. He ten spoke when Avare looked at him for a response.

"Inquisitor Remus got me out of the Penal Colony." He said. "After the disaster drop, Command seen it fit to make me the one to blame, as I was in command of that mission. It will surprise me if Inquisitor Remus hasn't told you that. Sir."

He then waited for what Avare had to say.

His answer had been brief, but enough.

In case you missed it.

Character: Furn
Location: Landing pad
Situation: waiting to leave/chating

"I know I grabed a lass gun and hunters lance form the weapon locker. Never know what might help. Or what well see. I just wish we had more Marines or a captain or chaplin from the CMD."


(ooc My other rp went bad me and its gm had confliting game stiles would it be ok to add a second oc to this as a late arivle? or no)

dragonjaj wrote:
(ooc My other rp went bad me and its gm had confliting game stiles would it be ok to add a second oc to this as a late arivle? or no)

((OOC: What/who is the oc? Just out of curiosity, its up to EF)))

(Ooc a sm chaplin. given the way the other sms act i think it be funny for them to be around a chaplin of the CMD)

I can't see this sitting well.. There was only meant to be one SM in the retinue, and a Chaplain is hardly going to take away his power armour.

No, I'm absolutely sure that EF won't allow it. Anyway, the fun is just about to start.. and my character will be sure to pop up just in time to cause partake it.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:No, I'm absolutely sure that EF won't allow it. Anyway, the fun is just about to start.. and my character will be sure to pop up just in time to cause partake it.

(OOC: You know guys, we could just kill the ruddy informant and go home .)

Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:No, I'm absolutely sure that EF won't allow it. Anyway, the fun is just about to start.. and my character will be sure to pop up just in time to cause partake it.

(OOC: You know guys, we could just kill the ruddy informant and go home .)

(No too sure Avare would be happy about all that... )

Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:No, I'm absolutely sure that EF won't allow it. Anyway, the fun is just about to start.. and my character will be sure to pop up just in time to cause partake it.

(OOC: You know guys, we could just kill the ruddy informant and go home .)

Ehehehehe, I'd like to see your character try. *grins at withheld information on informant*

(Ooc, I thought we were supposed to rescue him, or are we going to "rescue" him or was it the other gang we were going to kill...?)

Snarky wrote:I can't see this sitting well.. There was only meant to be one SM in the retinue, and a Chaplain is hardly going to take away his power armour.

((OOC: Yeah Im going too vote no to that. A chaplin would OMGWTFPWN everything before anyone lifts a finger. When are we supposed to be departing to kill/rescue/talk to/be killed by that informant))

(OOC: When the good lady Avare finishes her bloody long sermon and Remus appears.. I therefore assume sometime tomorrow (or something.. time differences make it all confused )

Ugh. I can't post until EF starts the mission otherwise it would mess up my previous posts and the timeline completely...

Snarky wrote:Ugh. I can't post until EF starts the mission otherwise it would mess up my previous posts and the timeline completely...

Just wait for him to do it then. If there's anything you need to post but can't because of timeline shenanigans, PM EF and he can just work it into his posts/events.

I know, it's just a little frustrating since I've messed up my own timeline, I should be in the chapel, but I didn't realize that EF and the other guardsmen would be in the chapel when the rest were getting ready to leave for the mission.

So... I placed myself from the chapel to waiting, but in actuality, I am in the chapel, but in my post, I'm already in the future. But I'm not, since we're technically in my past.

Anyway, I'm sure I've broken the space-time continuum somewhere.. but what the hey, if I destroy the universe, at least DakkaDakka would survive.

My dear Snarky, it was Dakka that created the universe by causing the big bang, and it will quite happily do so again even if you have just inadvertently destroyed the universe.

Toastedandy wrote:

Snarky wrote:I can't see this sitting well.. There was only meant to be one SM in the retinue, and a Chaplain is hardly going to take away his power armour.

((OOC: Yeah Im going too vote no to that. A chaplin would OMGWTFPWN everything before anyone lifts a finger. When are we supposed to be departing to kill/rescue/talk to/be killed by that informant))

Chaplin powerful ????? >_> what rules you use there usly the frist to die or do nothing but draw fire.

My friend, the codex rules mean very little in the world of roleplaying. Here things are as tough as they're meant to be.

Here, a Chaplain will happily jump into a Platoon of Guardsmen and beat them all to death.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:My friend, the codex rules mean very little in the world of roleplaying. Here things are as tough as they're meant to be.

Here, a Chaplain will happily jump into a Platoon of Guardsmen and beat them all to death.

Usually with the body of the first guardsman.

Those wondering why the sermon is taking so long, haven't you ever been in church? those things go on for ever!

A power armored chaplin could cut his way through this retinue with the exception of the assassin

Lord Harrab wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:My friend, the codex rules mean very little in the world of roleplaying. Here things are as tough as they're meant to be.

Here, a Chaplain will happily jump into a Platoon of Guardsmen and beat them all to death.

Usually with the body of the first guardsman.

Those wondering why the sermon is taking so long, haven't you ever been in church? those things go on for ever!

Hehe, I've actually been close to making this point myself several times!

If you ask me, being religious is about more than just sitting in a Church (or equivalent) for over an hour listening to the priest (or equivalent) drone on about religious teachings and stuff. Don't get me wrong, there's things to be learned from this, but there's better things to be done in that time in the majority of cases.

dragonjaj wrote:

Toastedandy wrote:

Snarky wrote:I can't see this sitting well.. There was only meant to be one SM in the retinue, and a Chaplain is hardly going to take away his power armour.

((OOC: Yeah Im going too vote no to that. A chaplin would OMGWTFPWN everything before anyone lifts a finger. When are we supposed to be departing to kill/rescue/talk to/be killed by that informant))

Chaplin powerful ????? >_> what rules you use there usly the frist to die or do nothing but draw fire.

Thing is, EF deems that a regular space marine with power armour as excessive, a Chaplain with full battle gear will absolutely destroy our enemies. Seeing as we're all just little guys, fodder troops and non-combatants, a hero level player would just unbalance everything.

Yes, in theory a single Space Marine could mop up a huge portion of a hive single handedly in full battle gear. But this mission require more guile and tact than your average Spaze Merrrain can handle. Hence why EF has very kindly allowed TWO space Marines to join the fray however to keep it in balance both Marines have forgone their powerful armour and special weapons. If anything the estranged personailities of an astartes will only add to the disadvantage.

((OOC Bloody hell, I'm sorry the celebrations cuaght up with me. And yes, there's is no possibility of a Chaplain (or any other Astartes, two is more than enough of a rarity) joing the band. Snarky is it alright if I get this moving along now?))


Character: Avare
Location: Chapel
Situation: Conducting Sermon

Avare nodded at Trooper Ghast, stiffling her surprise. Another thing Remus hadn't mentioned in the dossiers, Avare had thought Ghast had been inducted before the Imperial Guard Tribunal had reached a verdict. She'd been unaware that he had been found guilty and sentenced to the Penal Legion. She couldn't see any sort of imprinted marks or serial codes imprinted on Ghast's forehead, so either he hadn't actually been processed and served as a legionnare, or he had but the brands were covered up by his armour. It would explain his unruliness beforehand with Trooper Furn, though Avare felt inclined to attribute that to his Ouilisian background.

Turning, Avare noticed that the time to start the sermon was now. It wasn't as great a group as she had expected, the absence of her second-in-command Slavro worried her. She was, however, veyr surprised to see Engineseer Holt at the back of the chapel. Sevants of the Machine God rarely demonstrated obeisances to the Emperor, they had their own cult, and Avare did not begrude the Adepts of the Mechanicus their practices. Nonetheless, the Engineseer's presence was welcome.

"Trooper Wilson, today's work call for diligence pass me the Scroll on the upper left corner, yes there. The Admonitions of Sebastian will mark us well in this den of lawlessness."
Taking the tome from Wilson, Avare removed the red cloth coverin, opening the book and turning to the 4th Passage, the one on the waiting punishments of criminals. A fiery note entered Avare's voice as she read from the heart. "Beware those who stray from the firm hand of Imperial Law, in favour of their own selfishness. The retribution that awaits the vain, the lustful, the arrogant, is that same terrible justice that is meted out to any enemy of the Imperium. To walk on any other path but the one that the Emperor has chosen for you is to invite damnation..."

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2 Hours Later
Location: Boarding Pad
Situation: Embarking Team

The Valkryies Turbines started to wind up as the last of Team Fallen, boarded the Valkryie. Normally the Valkryie would have little problem in transporting this many people, but the equipment that Mikal and Wilson had brought, not to mention the two Asatres left the hull a little cramped. Before Slavro boarded, Avare pulled him aside, having to nearly shout of the noise.
"The Valkryie will take you to the drop off point, before coming back and picking us up. It's about 3 clicks from Crimson Jackal territory. It'll be hard with the Astartes, but try to avoid being seen if you can. The Jackals doubtless have runners ready to report anything unusual. Once you get in sight of their hideout, set up the observation post and keep your heads down. Don't do anything brave or stupidunless I tell you to."

Slavro nodded, asking a question of his own. "And what about you?"

"The Yellow Dog's hideout isn't easily accessible. Team Regent will have to land slightly higher in the upper levels, before making our way directly down. That's why I want to bring the Arbitor with me, there might still be a few Arbites patrols, though in a city as corrupt as Augstine I doubt it. Emperor's luck to you, Sergeant."

Slavro snapped a sharp salute. "And to you, Ma'am."

NOTE
Any following posts are considered to have occured after the team has landed. Team Fallen and Team Regent are now seperated.

Team Regent Location: Surface Levels of Hive Augustine
Situation: Making its way down to the sublevels, and the Yllow Dog's hideout.

Team Fallen Location: Sub-levels of Hive Augustine
Situation: Moving from LZ to find point for observation outpost.




Character: Avare
Location: Surface Levels
Situation: Organising Team Regent

Avare struggled to control the slight twitch in her hand, it was always more evident when she was stressed or expecting trouble. Locating the Assassin, his or her expresionless mask watching her blankly, Avare fought a spark of anger. These assassins missed nothing, so he'd probably noticed the twitch in her hand, but she'd be damned before he took a physical flaw as a sign of her having any weakness.
"Zeta" Avare snapped "You have your orders. Move ahead, avoid detection. Infiltrate the Yellow Dogs and contact the informant. Make sure he doesn't die before we even get there.
The Assassin nodded before lithely darting into a side alley, not lazily enough to be considered impudent, but certainly too slow to be a snappy acceptance. Avare chided herself, Imperial Assassins were above that sort of thing. Sighing, she turned to the other team members.

Character:Rally Jager
Location: the LZ
Situation: Ready
After humming a tune to the theme of Valkyries flying through out the flight, Rally steps off the Valkyrie, shield strapped to her back and scans the horizon.
*this really is a hive of scum and villainy, that hab alone has broken 12 fire codes...*
Seeing the apprentice turn to her and the squad she snaps to attention. "Your orders Ma-am?"

Character: Furn
Location: the LZ
Situation: Ready/Last off the gunship.

Furn stayed on the gun letting the others of first to cover them. When her turn came she grabbed the hunter lance and slung it on her back, and a lasgun slung cross her chest and grabbed her Grenade launcher. Then existed the bird. "Remind me of home only dirtier and less spiders."

Character: Zeta
Location: Hive City Streets
Situation: Proceeding with Avare's task

The assassin had their task and proceeded swiftly towards the target. Zeta was sticking mostly to the alleyways and avoiding the main streets, the most likely places the gang would inhabit. As luck would have it the assassin came across two lone members of the gang. The gang members talked for a while before one left, Zeta took the chance to gather information about these two potential targets then waited for one to be alone. A couple of minutes passed after the first gang member left, Zeta took the chance. The gang member didn't appear to be much, most likely just a fresh grunt, though a foot in the door is a foot in the door. The fight, if it could be called that, was very quick and one sided. The grunt was quickly dispatched by a punch to the temple, a ring the assassin was wearing injecting a neuro-toxin directly into their blood stream. Taking a moment to study the subject, Zeta injected themself with polymorphine and stole the grunt's form. Searching through the belongings Zeta was able to determine the identity of the grunt, Donato, though likely the other members would be less kind and use a more suitable name for someone so low in the ranks.

Zeta emptied a small vial of acid onto the corpse before leaving into the street, now having to travel less swiftly to match the pace of the disguise.

Subject: Wilson
Location: Fallen LZ
Status: Securing Area.

WIlsons boots hit the dust first, his flamer lit and ready to hose down any ganger who dared contest the landing.

Leaving the servitor with the mines aboard for a second he sprinted towards a nearby low wall and threw himself behind it, Landers were deathtraps at most times, but just after they landed was worse they attracted fire worse then Commissars. He Heard Frun mutter something about spiders, but he ignored her. he had his task now.

From his refuge he scanned the surrounding area, weapon still poised, before he activated his vox.

"Area clear. no hostiles in sight."

then he reached for his datapad and submitted an order to the servitor, the mindless drone immediately walked off the back of the gunship and joined him behind the wall. Wilson winced at how loud it's movement was.

"This Is Demolitions. Ready to move on your go. Out."

Character: Sgt Slavro
Location: Underhive, Dark, damp and dirty. The sound of constant labour covers even the noise of the landing craft
situation: Making way to Observation post


Slavro had to shout into his commbead to hear even himself.
'Our mission is to secure an observational post overlooking the enemy position. DO NOT give our
position away. There is too much at stake in this.' Slavro looked around the cramped cabin.
Only Agypus and Ronan seemed to be unfazed by the uncomfortable conditions.


The lights in the cabin started to flash red. The valkerie was hovering in landing position.
'Wilson!, secure the LZ!' shoated Slavro. Wilson lept off the Valkerie and swept the area with his flamer.
He was smart enough not to fire it, the flame would light up the darkness like..well like a flame.
Brother Ronan was next off, followed closely by Brother Agypus. Their centuries of experince helping them
find the most tactical position to cover the rest.

Gaz, Furn, Kelly, Claudius and Flicker followed up behind. Mikal left the craft last, followed by a team of servitors
each carrying huge crates holding the snare mines.

'Master Ronan take point with Wilson. Flicker, scout ahead and see what you can find. Gaz, Furn and Kelly will cover
Mikal and the servitors. Master Agypus and Claudius take the rear' Slavro put the marines in the most dangerous positions in
the formation. They can take care of themselves better than we can he concluded. 'Move!' He shoated as the shadow of the valkerie
left.

((Following posts please include which Team you're part of in your Location))

Character: Avare
Location: Team Regent, Surface Levels
Situation: Moving Out


"Orders are to keep together and head into the sub-levels. Proctor Jager, you're familiar with the Arbites vox-links? I'm aware that they're fairly standard on the lower units throughout the organisation. If it seems like there's any particular increase in activity here I want to hear about it." Avare paused, unsure whether to voice her suspicions. Look, Jager, I believe the Arbites of Augustine are essentially in the pocket of the local nobility. If we're going after a noble, things could get ugly if they believe money speaks louder than Inquisitorial authority..."

Character: Aajz
Location: Team Regent, Surface Levels
Situation: Moving Out

Keeping up with the team, Aajz produced a large canister from her medical case. "Lady Avare, I have the sedatives prepared. It may be utilized on your command".

Character: Rally Jager
Location: enroute to target
Situation: moving out
"If they are in the pocket of the nobility, then it is a sorry day indeed, But as your orders I have my com bead set to Abrites channels, if our main target is with nobility, we could clash with them." She said moving up with the team, an ear on the vox and her eyes gazing at any window or balcony.

Character: Soric Ghast
Location Team Regent
Situation: following team Regent.

Overhearing what Avare had to say to Jager, Soric made an important note on the subject. Fighting Arbites was a bit different then fighting orks and chaos worshippers. Unlike Orks, the arbites had tactics other then 'let's go get 'em' .

Leaning against a wall, he peered his hellgun around the corner. There was nothing, and Soric waved his team on.

"Corner secure, sir."

Character: Furn
Location: Spire slums
Situation: in route to target

Furn looked around watching for a ambush. "I hate marching. I'm a dragoon every unit in a transport and before that i rode spiders. But the worst part is the smell, even the sewers back home didn't stink like this place. Hell ogryn don't smell as bad as this place." Furn bitched as she marched.

OOC: Don't mean to hold up the roleplay guys, but I've got a GCSE exam tomorrow that I should probably start revising for/making notes on.. so.. probably gonna be rather pre-occupied tonight. But I'll try and get a post in.

Character: Gaz
Location: Team fallen
Situation: on route

Gaz followed the rest of his team, Bolt pistol in hand rifle across his back. Gaz hardly ever took his rebreather off, even when he did he still wore a balaclava, he didn't like his face so he hid it from every one, the few people who had seen it had probably thought it was fine but Gaz was different, he didn't know what it was but he just did not like it. Gaz wasn't the sanest of people, he would talk to himself and he was also schizophrenic and heard voices, this was another reason for his constant rebreather wearing, so people couldn't see him talking to himself.

Character: Brother Aygapus (Team Fallen)
Location: Leaving the LZ.
Situation: Covering the area.
Aygapus advanced cautiously alongside Claudius, combat knife slightly unsheathed and pistol in hand scanning the darkness for targets. In hindsight, he wished he’d brought something a bit heavier (a bolter, for instance), but reasoned that Avare may have had a little spat about that ‘blowing our cover’. It seemed like a feeble excuse to the Marine-as an ex assault terminator he wasn’t used to stealth, after all-but she was in charge here and so he complied.
Claudius hadn’t tried to make conversation so far, equally focused on checking the surrounding area at the back of the convoy for targets. That was good; Aygapus had little tolerance for idle chatter at the best of times. In hostile territory such as this, it could prove fatal. Aygapus knew that Slavro had put him in one of the group’s most dangerous positions, but with his ‘special talents’ that was probably wise. However, he did feel a slight bit of irritation at not being at the front-he dismissed it quickly. He was a Minotaur, they were famous (or, maybe that should be infamous) for their love of close combat. It seemed that even with all he had lost some things never changed. Aygapus grinned at that-let the young pup Ronan earn some glory.
Ronan was at the front with Wilson, who as it turned out was a Demolitions expert. In all honesty, Aygapus was glad Wilson had been assigned to their team-he seemed like the most genuinely trustworthy member of the task-force. Truth be told, although he had feigned disinterest, Aygapus was still somewhat troubled by the true motives of the Elite Guard here-what chapter sends a perfectly able-bodied brother into the service of the Inquisition-the Ordo Hereticus no less-with no explanation whatsoever. Aygapus had heard talks of a dark stain in the Elite Guard’s history, but it concerned him little-whatever they had done must be tantamount to his own sins, and his loyalty remained intact. But he resolved to watch Ronan closely. He was not about to let history repeat itself this time.

Subject: Mikal
Location: Fallen LZ
Status: Making way towards observation post.

Mikal descended the ramp, his axe in one hand and an auspex in the other. The device scanned other life forms in the area, its purpose was to alert the team if life forms other than those in the team were approaching. As he walked, Mikal's eyes remained glued to the screen unaware of the cargo servitor tailing behind him with the team's gear in two. The auspex was getting heavy interference, Mikal concluded, from the Valkyrie's prop wash. The team filed out and Slavro gave the pilot the signal and it lifted off, leaving them in the relative silence of the underhive. Mikal did a quick scan of the air around him.

"For those of you whom it may concern, the air here is stable, yet I am detecting minute traces of toxins in it, those who do not want lung damage may wish to equip respiratory protection until the mission is complete." Mikal said softly into his mic as the team began to move.

They began marching, the auspex was much more clear now, however, there appeared to be areas they walked past where it kicked up. Mikal did his best to placate the machine spirit within the auspex but to little avail.

"Sergeant." Mikal voxed Slavro "The auspex is for the most part functional, however it seems to be acting up in the face of the underhive's horrid conditions, therefore be advised that all auspex readings may not be correct, at least until I can fix it."

Character: Avare
Location: Team Regent, Surface levels
Status: Heading into the lower levels.

"Sister Lucia, walk with me. Tell me more about this sedative?" Avare was interested as Aajz explained, but distracted.

The Valkryie landing had attracted a bit of attention. The streets were desserted, stalls left unattended as people hastened away at the sight of Soric's carapace armour and weapon bearing down on them. Avare had been counting on that. Landing down in a more populous area would have attracted far too much attention, and besides, here a weapon was the best cure against curiosity. A few sunken eyes peered out of the windows as Team Regent hastened through the hab-blocks.
They didn't have far to go to get to one of the access chutes, a staircase leading down into the sub-levels. Avare glanced at here Data-pad, according to this, they were almost directly above the Yellow Dog's hideout, the scive-club Serenity's. Avare hoped that the assassin was in position.

Avare wrinkled her nose, something down there smelled fiercely."Ghast, stay on point. Jager, follow up on the rear.

Character: Aajz
Location: Team Regent, Surface levels
Status: Heading into the lower levels.

Attempting to keep up with Avare's swift pace, Aajz began explaining the effects of the drug.

"It is a chemical compound that acts as a nerve agent, a neurotoxin if you will. I won't go into the details of it's mechanism, all you need to know is that one PPM is all that is needed to kill a man. I have reduced it's effectiveness to simply knock a humanoid down, but it will only last for several hours at best without killing our target. It may be wise for us to use respirators, we do not want to be affected by our own agent."

Aajz paused, she checked the canister again. No leakages, everything was fine.

"I have enough to sedate the district, but only enough for one dosage. After that, I will need to return to the safehouse to make more."

OOC:

EF wanted Not_u to be the one to write the post detailing the meeting between Zeta and my character - the informant. However, I have an IC piece ready to be posted that will give Not_u something to work with in terms of establishing contact - but EF said I could only start posting after Not_u wrote the post establishing contact.

Just wondering what everyone thought - more specifically EF himself - as to whether or not I should make an IC post before Not_u writes the meeting (in whatever way he was planning; if he was at all) to give him some material to work with.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Mordoskul wrote:I'm going to be out until the 25th, so GM, feel free to run Claudius as an NPC until I return.

We'll be seeing you next Saturday then, have a good trip to wherever you're going Mordo.

Thanks, bro.

Subject: Wilson
Location: Lower Hive.
Status: Taking point.

"This is Wilson, roger that, moving now."

Heeding the Cog-boy's advice, Wilson slipped on his re-breather, finding immediate solace from the bitter tang in the air, and for good measure, he lowered his visor too, to protect his eyes.

He moved at a low run towards an alley mouth, Flamer shouldered and Las-pistol in hand, he scanned the darkness for a second, then moved into it, hugging the walls as he did so, moving like he was in hostile territory.

He supposed it was.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:OOC:

EF wanted Not_u to be the one to write the post detailing the meeting between Zeta and my character - the informant. However, I have an IC piece ready to be posted that will give Not_u something to work with in terms of establishing contact - but EF said I could only start posting after Not_u wrote the post establishing contact.

Just wondering what everyone thought - more specifically EF himself - as to whether or not I should make an IC post before Not_u writes the meeting (in whatever way he was planning; if he was at all) to give him some material to work with.

OOC: I did that last post as a way of setting up the meeting as well.
Sort of so you had something to go with as well.

Fair enough, but the only concern I really had was EF's specific instructions to not post IC until the meeting was complete.

But I'm sure he'll be fine with it, so I'll post it in a bit. Just how the meeting will progress, I have no idea.

Character: Khan Blake
Location: Hive City, lower levels
Situation: Observing Yellow Dogs gangers

"Ricky," The first man greeted the second heartily with a smile, the two clasping each others' hands together. "Donato!" The second replied.

"How'd the heist go?" The first one, Donato, asked.
"Great, we knicked at least seven hundred credits from that bar," Ricky replied.
"Sweet, you guys shared it with the others yet?"
"Nah, I'm thinking we cut it between ourselves first."
Donato grinned, "As usual then."
"You bet. There's this great place that's just opened up down the road, they've got some ladies there with.. very nice personalities.. hehe," Ricky joked and the two men laughed, before walking over to a group of other Yellow Dogs.


Khan watched the two gangers from his vantage point in the abandoned apartment block, spying them out through his Lasrifle's scope, observing their every move.

So there's a group of dissidents within the Yellow Dogs eh? Perhaps they can be used for information.. then dealt with, he thought with a look of interest on his face. He continued to focus his attention on the group of gangers and observed them for awhile more - Three just stood in discussion for awhile, whist the others sat or stood around, idly checking their cheap weapons or smoking illegal substances. Ten minutes later, most of the gangers left, presumably bored - but two remained, talking for awhile longer, before one left. Then the remaining ganger was pounced upon by an inhumanly lithe figure and killed instantly. Khan's interest peaked instantly. He watched with extreme interest as the new figure suddenly adopted the form of the ganger he had just killed, before searching the corpse for anything of interest. After the - quite literally - doppelganger was apparently satisfied with what it'd found, it poured something onto the corpse that quickly desolved it - the stranger turning and walking away, seemingly uncomfortable at having to move slowly.

Khan had a good idea of what had just happened - and knew the implications of the presence such a terrible avatar of Imperial might being required here. Whoever Remus was after was important and dangerous. Very dangerous. He also knew that it meant his days of living in this forsaken craphole were coming to an end, even if it hadn't been more than half-a-dozen weeks.

Character: Slavro
Location: Corner of 8th and 112th
Situation: Surveying area

Slavro clicked his commbead twice. 'Winter' was whispered into his ear. 'Green, find anything?' he replied. 'Theirs an abandoned multi-story hab dome half a click west, 3 entrences, one in front, at the rear into the carpark, and an alley along the right side with a fire exit leading up. Roof is clear, lower stories may still be hot, overlooks hostiles.' replied Flicker. Slavro stood up and peered through his binoculars. He saw Flicker looking back at him on the roof of a burned out building, it was about three stories above the surrounding buildings. 'Copy that, out' The commbead went dead.

Slavro turned to his team, they advanced through the streets of the underhive without a problem, only occurrence was a few wretched beings fled at the sight of them. Slavro removed his rebreather to address his team. 'Flick found them, we move up 8th, and enter the building through the car park. Building may still be hot, keep it quiet. Lets go' As one, the team advanced stealthily along 8th street.


((OOC Team Fallen, feel free to kill stuff splinter cell style, but nothing big will happen till we get in the building and make contact with the other team))

(OCC Not entirely sure what I can do to help while we're quiet, Wilson has a Knife, but he's also weighed down by his flamer and meltabombs, and his las-pistol would make noise, (as would the Flamer, plus light and screams and such.) Someone else might want to take his place on point.)

Subject: Wilson
Location: Rear of target building.
Satus: trying to remain hidden


Wilson chanced another glance around the pillar he was crouched behind, trying to gauge the distance between his hiding spot at the welcome darkness of the hab-block, luck would have it that the lights between his pillar and the door would be functioning, and their would be a ganger watching the gap. where his Space Marine partner had gone he had no idea.

"This is demolitions, single hostile near target building rear entrance, unable to engage without going loud. Please advise."

((Darkvoid, I've got no problem with you starting to post now, but I won't put up your character sheet till Avare meets you herself. Can everyone please be aware that this is the sub-levels, so there is little-to-no natural light, so the Valkryie would have been landing on a platform in the upper levels. As soon as Khan and Zeta meet up and have a quick chat the rest of Team Regent will get into position.))


Character: Avare
Location: Team Regent, Sub-levels
Situation: Moving down towards Serenity's

Throne it was dark down here, as Team Regent continued to prowl down the staircase, Soric's weapon sweeping each corner before pacing down the next flight over stairs, Rally's pistols keeping a keen sight for anyone that might be following them. They must have been at least 100 feet underground now, and the light was dimming. Not enough to be considered truly dark, but still glum. And it stank. Avare growled.
"Fething Hives and their gakky little-"

"I'm sorry did you say someting, Interrogator?" Sister Lucia puzzled, not quite sure if Avare had been talking to her.

Avare shook her head. "Nothing, Sister Lucia. This sedative is intruiging. If we have, perchance, underestimated the the strength of these gangs it will prove instrumental. And you're right, our aim is to secure the manservant. He doesn't need to be concious now for us to get our information off him later." Avare turned to Aajz with a wicked grin. "Imagine that, held hostage by gangs one day only to wake up in an Inquisition Confession Chamber the next."

Althought she did find the grim humour of the joke entertaining, Avare hadn't been entirely truthful with the Sister, or even the rest of her Furies. At this level, it was true the most they had to worry about wasprobably a few gangs. But these old parts of the Hive went down deep. Lower down, deeper, in the blackness, hinted in the few sholarly accounts on Hive Augestine, there were rumours of things that made Avare's skin crawl...

Lord Harrab wrote:(OCC Not entirely sure what I can do to help while we're quiet, Wilson has a Knife, but he's also weighed down by his flamer and meltabombs, and his las-pistol would make noise, (as would the Flamer, plus light and screams and such.) Someone else might want to take his place on point.)

((OOC: Good call man, but it wont be quiet for very long, just till we get in. @ EF: are we in the levels above, or below you?))


Flicker leaned over the railings on the roof, he had clear sight of the ganger. He raised his silenced las rifle, and focused his eyes, the gun wouldnt make a noise, but the body would. He was standing on a pile of rubble, his body could easily cause a rockslide and bring alot of unwarranted attention. 'I have a clear shot, but it would be far safer to slit the scrots throat and let him bleed out' voxed Flick.

Slavro nodded, 'Master Ronan, Master Agypus, if you would'

Character: Brother Ronan
Location: Team Fallen. Corner of 8th and 112th
Situation: Surveying area

Ronan allowed himself to grin as he heard the words over the vox, at the blink of an eye he squatted down slightly and then launched himself towards the ganger at frightening speed while he was facing away from their position. For a man of his size it was amazing at the lack of noise Ronan made as moved at great speed towards the target.

The ganger was seemingly unaware of the possible danger as he looked away into the distance. Suddenly something distracted him, a low shuffling sound coming from behind him and as he slowly turned his head towards the strange noise he saw the enormous bulk of an Astartes descending rapidly towards him. He opened his mouth to shout a warning to alert the others but it was too late, by the time he had even opened his mouth to shout Ronan already had his left hand around his throat and lifted him off the ground.

Ronan watched expressionless as the ganger struggled to breathe, his feet dangling a foot off the floor as he reached up in vain to stop the hand that was strangling him in a vice grip. As Ronan watched he reached out with his right arm, gripping the weapon that the ganger had managed to keep hold of and pulled it from him before he was able to get off a shot that would attract the attention of other gangers nearby. Confident that he was not seen nor was the ganger able to shout he closed his grip tighter and crushed the gangers throat with ease as he thumb compressed tightly, killing him cleanly and quickly.

With the ganger still in his hand and his weapon in the other Ronan walked back to the Team dragging the limp body with him, he concluded to himself that hiding the body would prevent other gangers from seeing it and therefore stop them from needlessly investigating the Teams position. As he reached the team he threw the lifeless body into a secluded corner as though it was as light as a feather and pressed the button on his intergrated comms ear unit "threat neutralised" he spoke calmly as he kept the button depressed.

"however" he continued, "his comrads will undoubtably come looking for him eventually, his being A.W.O.L. may cause us unwanted attention. I would recommend we arrange his body to make it look like another gang did this. doing so could work to our advantage rather than disadvantage of gangers looking for us rather than giving them a specific target to act out on. Contact Avare to that end if you wish ... Slavro" he released the button on his ear piece and looked around the open area for further signs of danger.



((EDIT: A.W.O.L. = Absent without leave. A military term for those that didn't know))

Character: Soric Ghast
Location: Team Regent, Sub levels
Situation: Spooked.

Soric steadied his tremblimng hand, steadying his aim. Throne, it was dark here. Suddenly, Soric held up a hand. He thought he heard something moving; he thought he head several things moving.

Holdinh his hand up, the rest of team regent got to their knees. Avare walked up front to Soric

"Trooper Ghast, What is the holdup?" Avare asked.

"I think I heard something moving." he answered. "Possibly more then one. I'll just light up my flashlight."

Soric klicked the egnite switch on the flashlight attached to his chest armor, and the darkness was pierced. To their horror, they saw a bunch of mutants stalking them.

Soric brought up his hellgun, and dropped the first with a blast in the chest.

"Light up!" he yelled, and several more flashlights went on. To their surprise, they saw at least a dozen other mutants stalking them.

"Vrek..." Soric cursed, and took up fire again.

(OOC hope EF doesn't mind, I though of bringing up some action. If you do mind, then just tell me, and ignore this post. )

Character: Aajz
Location: Team Regent, Sub levels
Situation: Moving down towards Serenity's

Aajz gave a short laugh. "You sound just like Remus" noting Avare's last comment.

Shortly after, she heard one of the Troopers shout something. A small firefight ensued, but what was worrying Aajz was the beeping of the canister, the nerve agent was beginning to seperate in the canister, she would have to manually repair the mechanism within to prevent the gas from escaping. She knew that she was no expert with machine spirits, curse it. If only that Tech Priest were here..

Worst of all, there seemed to be more fighting as the Inquisitorial Stormtroopers all drew their weapons...

((OCC Ah, I just realised I skimped out on the details of who was with Team Regent. I realise that having only Aajz, Avare, Soric and Rally is a bit low. So from here on in consider Team Regent beefed up with three faceless Inquisitorial Stormtroopers; names Mast, Adiel, Baars. Team Fallen remains as is.))

"Light up!" Soric shouted, and the gloom dissipated entirely, the shambling mass of deformity coiling back as the flashlights revealed them. Avare saw the one in front draw a lopsided toothy grin, scratching it's head with a hand that had far, far too many fingers.
Soric muttered something, while Mast swore profusely.

Mutants. Avare hated mutants. Drawing her power sword, its energy field cackling into life, she snarled. "Kill the warp-damn scum! Kill them!"
Team Regent opened up, the hellguns of the Inquisitorial Stormtroopers cutting down three or four of the creatures before they darted off into the darkness. A hiss erupted as Soric took a step forward, changing to a squeal of pain as the ex-captain snapped to the left and charged off another shot.

Rally sounded off from behind, a note of panic in her voice. "Ma'am! There's more back here!" The snap-crack of her pistols followed this. "A lot more!"

Dammit, Avare cursed. They weren't even half a kilometre down yet, and Serenity's could very well be within hearing range of gunshots. What the hell were mutants doing this high up? Surely even a place as decrepit as Hive Augstine had been following the sub-level purging protocols that were intended to prevent this very kind of infestation? A growl, or a laugh, Avare couldn't tell which, was her answer. Throne she wish we had Wilson and his flamer on hand now.

"We can't stay here. Keep moving. Soric and Adiel you're on point, if anything so much as blinks empty a mag into it. Keep up Arbitor."

Character: Furn
Location: Squad fallen, Sub levels
Situation: Moving to targit

"So any one ealse git the feeling we are being watched?" says furn over the squads vox channle.