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[Manages to stop shaking finally] Guys, don't torture the inquisition.

[Realises he's being stared at] Hear me out. We're not sadists, and we shouldn't allow them to bring that out.
[Gestures to Blackjack] You fight for your people, honour, and payment. You don't kill for entertainment as far as I've seen.
Jhe fights for his brothers, and ale. Verviedi... I don't even know. The veneer of technological progress and advancement. [Raises eyebrow]

I mean... Sure, kill him, but don't string it out.

*slightly humbled wolves look uncomfortable *

The little human commissr is right, call off the wolf lads, we are not barbarians. We are honrable barbarians, *loud clash of tankards* to brotherhood and the finest ales!

Though we can kill him in a duel.... Armed is considered fair by our code

*thunder wolf is lead away and sheath combat blades the size of human swords*. You call that a knife kroot?

*one space wolf pats bc on the back and hands a space marine combat blade, that took guts to stand up like that, you earned it*

Veneer? Not exactly. I truly attempt to fight for a better life for as many people as I possibly can. For a lesser Greater Good, I suppose.
I won't torture him. I'm just going to have a cordial talk, to try to understand why he wants the Guardsman.
*Looks at the Inquisitor and notices an interface port on his neck*
Standard Inquisition mental augmentations?
*Inquisitor nods*
So looks like I won't have to talk right now. Please, tell me what we want to know. I don't want to have to look through your entire mind.

*sighs and sheaths his knife*

You're right. This one can walk, but I'm on the first flight to wherever they took the guardsman.

*shoots a glance at the Inquisitor*

Your friends won't be so lucky. I'm not a sadist, but they won't walk away from us once we're done.

I did a shallow mind scan earlier, that port is encrypted...

Unless he lets you in, it might hurt him alot to get past the security both port and mental barriers.

OOC: I just thought it might be interesting to play "where did the Guardsmen go" I'll agree it wasn't much of a mystery

BIC:
*Inquisitor glares at all assembled but says nothing*

[Looks at Verviedi with grin] I say veneer due to the amount of times you've sold yourself or the occupants of the room out on offers of better tech. Also how easily distracted you are by shiny objects and jiggly ladies.

If we spray painted the Daemonette silver, I'm pretty sure we could hold a parade nearby and you'd not notice.

[Thanks Jhe] I just thought that we ought not lower ourselves to be like the Inquisition. They do enough damage without ruining good people.

*Inquisitor spits in BC's face and continues to say nothing*

*leans over inquisitor *

Ok, simple maths

We need what's inside your brain
You can let us in or option b
The mind however warded and hardened is delicate, by the Tim we break in and get what we need you will be addled and have the interlect of a menial servitor, less even....

Don,t make us kick down the door
...

*Inquisitor laughs before launching a mental attack in Jhe's mind*

*Deflects attack with minimal harm and counter attacks filling mind with images of dancing fruit wearing hats waving oversized cookies*

[Wipes face] [Leans in and stares tiredly at Inquisitor] Fella I live with a Slaanesh Daemonette. If you think bodily fluids hold any horror for me, you're barking up the wrong tree.
You're only disgracing yourself.

*Inquisitor smiles before trying to teleport out of the room*

*blocks telaport before chaining to chair with nullifying hand cuffs*

Behave, we just want the info. ....

Oh no you don't. [Grabs Inquisitor by lapels and sighs] You'll likely burn out your circuit trying to take two of us. Fething hold still.

Me? Easily distracted?
Nope. When was the last time I sold myself out? I'm not exactly a womanizer, either. Oh, shiny objects? Wher- I mean, shiny objects are normally signs of new knowledge or advanced technology, so my looking-at-shininess-ness is perfectly valid and justified!
*Probes the Inquisitor's mental augments and winces*
Holy feth, what does he know?
Wait. Did you say spray-paint the Daemonette silver? I respect boundaries and relationships, you know!

Relax, it was a joke. Though it does give me an idea.

[Looks at Inquisitor thoughtfully] I said we shouldn't torture him. I said nothing about overloading his pleasure centres...
Now, does Inquisition fit chem-geld as standard? [Sees facial twitch] Ah, I don't think they do.

I'll be right back.

Wait your going to use her?

Ooh thats rather cunning. He won,t last long....

Oi! I have a neural stimulation device somewhere! Hook that up to him too!

OOC: I find it funny how inventive you guys are getting here. The poor Inquisitor will never know what hit him.

Wait. *rummages in back of vindi*

Finds kroots pleasure potion, someone mid placed it after and it ended up in my storage crate, we have about 6 servings, one or two should do....

OOC: Neural stimm is a very old machine I introduced as a joke wayyy back. Glad I get to bring it up again.

OOC: I'll probably have my character pop up again soon, this was just something I wanted to try out.

 Verviedi wrote:
Oi! I have a neural stimulation device somewhere! Hook that up to him too!

Thats actually what I was looking for. Where'd you stash it? [Grins]

I was just going to have her sit on his lap at the same time, not anything worse. [Returns with Daemonette]

He,s so going to think we are heretics now, I mean how many death scentences have we racked up in last few minutes?

*hands BC purple kroot potion*

From the green batch, no one drank it, got in wrong box, nowe we have it, pleasure potion. Already mesured 1.5 glass's,s. Senerory overload,not death

you know there are planets people would pay us to do this to them.....

[Holds Inquisitor's nose and makes him drink the potion] There, that wasn't so bad, was- [Inquisitor spits a stream of the potion back out, and hits BC in the face] -it.
Bleh, he got it in my eyes and mouth that time. And this was a new shirt! [Looks displeased] [Pours rest of potion down the Inquisitor's neck]

[Daemonette watches quietly]

Should be in my bedroom closet. Check under the box of Long-ass Cable.

[Looks a little unfocused] Sure. ...Right. [Goes and looks for device]

[Returns with a box] This thing? [Holds it up]

*Counte electrodes quickly*
Yep, that would be it. Do you need help hooking him up?

*falls back through the ceiling*
Who the feth installs a floor trap in the middle of an armory? It's so pointless, and who then puts a teleporter at the bottom of said trap to drop one through a ceiling trap?
*gets up and cracks his back*
Fethin' Inquisition.