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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.