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**Owain**

Decimus slammed another power-pack into his hellgun and took aim down the corridor. Snap-snap! He placed a neat two-round burst into the mutant's head with mechanical precision. He advanced warily into the room with his weapon raised, stepping gingerly over the traitor crewman's corpse. Reasonably sure that the danger had passed, he carefully lifted up vox's handset and attempted to hail the strike-cruiser from which his and several other breaching teams had deployed. "Narbo, do you copy?" At first he was only greeted by static, then a torrent of vomit erupted from the earpiece, causing him to recoil in shock. Cold, leaden terror settled into the stormtrooper's chest as the stream stopped and the sound of sibilant, whispering voices began to ooze from the vox-set. They had run out of time; the space-hulk had been sucked back into the warp, taking its benighted crew and the Inquisitorial warband with it. Decimus brought the butt of his gun down on the plastek handset, terror lending him strength as he smashed the infernal thing to pieces. He proceeded to advance back down the corner, lasgun at the ready. Emperor willing, some of his comrades might have survived the transition.

[ROLEPLAY GO!!]

**Emperors Faithful**

A massive figure loomed in the Engine Room. A giant of a man, he rose to his feet as the room collasped in flames around him. All of his fellow crewmates were dead. He alone stood, his skin charred and burnt from the demo-charges that had been thrown into the room. Traitors. How had they gotten on the ship? He wondered, then cursed himself. It was not his place to question, merely to obey.

He glanced over at the warp-drive. He didn't need a Techpreist to tell him that it was wrecked. Wherever the ship was headed, it wasn't about to change course. He spotted a fallen servo-gaurd. Reaching over it's fallen corpse he ripped the Heavy Bolter from it's arm socket. Relieving the serivtor of any ammo, he readied the massive weapon before him, cradling it like a smaller man might cradle a lasgun. He hadn't always been a mere crewmember.

He could hear shots sound from outside. There were heretics to kill. It was his duty to help. He looked back. He hadn't left this engine room in over 10 years. 10 years of blood, sweat and honest toil. He'd almost forgotten his name. God...Godric.

"Godric." He whispered, not used to speaking.

"Godric!" He shouted in elation, laughing insanely. He had a name. He was human again.

Smiling, he left, leaving the engine room to burn behind him.

**SagesStone**

OOC: Sequel, Prequel or unrelated to the other Inquisition one? Meh, I tend to like to use the same character in all of the one's I'm in anyway. It just helps me figure out the weapons and current state of the character.

IC:
The heretics fell dead, one of them had latched onto a Gun Servitor armed with a Heavy Bolter and ripped it apart. Olmedo sighed, he had already lost track of one of them and now only had two equiped to cut through and blockages he might come across. Olmedo then continued to run towards the engine room. That warp drive had to be secured and dismantled, otherwise it might be captured and used against the Imperium. It would probably not be functional, but it wasn't hard to turn it into a bomb. A bomb which would level whatever unfortunate planet it came into contact with during it's almost unending slow tour of the warp.

He heard a voice echo down the corridor "GODRIC!". It was surrounded by insane laughter. Olmedo readied his weapon in case it was trouble and started walking cautiously towards it.

**ghosty**

would it be cheezy to do the adventures of Effilion?

i wanna revive him ^^ but if i do, this might become another inq roleplay, which, as fun as it was, may not be the orgional intentions of Owain.

Might play summit else this time actually. give me a sec to think

**Lord-Loss**

Benjamin shot another mutant through the head with he lasgun. "These Bitches Are Comin' From Everywhere Sarge!" Yelled his second in command. Sargent Ben shot a few more shuts down the corrider before replying. "Well ya know Henry, there has to be alot of these things to beat us" Ben laughed. "Heavy Bolter team are you in position" Ben yelled down the vox, he had no reply. gak, Im going to need a miracle to save me and ma' boys now

(OOC:Come help me down, you sons of a' bitches

)

**Emperors Faithful**

OOC: Why does everyone seem to have some sort of Heavy Bolter somewhere in their party?!?

Also, courtyard in a ship? I'm going to reply as if you're shooting down the hallway.
(BWT, can I make it clear that I am just a really big guy? Not an Ogryn?)

Benjamin watched, his sense of dread growing, as a foul cohort of mutans and cultists swarmed at the end of the hallway, working themselves up into a frenzy. So far, he and his men had only had to deal with sporadic attacks, but if thos cultists charged now, no amount of fire would break them before they crashed into his lines. And then it would be over. Screaming, the horde luanched into a charge.

"Open fire, you bastards!" Ben roared.

Dozens of cultists mutants fell as they raced down the hallway, using the bodies of thier fallen fellows as cover. But it was to no avail, there was just too many of them, no matter how much fired was poured into that mass of bodies, they wouldn't break.

Suddenly, another gun roared into like, hiting the cultists from a side alley in thier vulnerable flank. Dozens more were mowed down as they milled about, unsure how to deal with this new threat. The Heavy Bolter shells made mincemeat out of them, and they broke, fleeing back down the dark corridors and pipelines from which they had emerged.

A giant leapt out from where the shots had come from, roaring as he fired after the those that fled, gunning down the ones that were too slow.

"Good God, that's a big 'un." Sergeant Ben murmered. "Hail, freind! Some nice shooting there.!"

Godric swept around, a certain mad tinge in his eyes. Wow, Ben thought, better be careful around this one. Even as he spoke though, the giant seemed to calm down, an uncertain look crossing his face.

"Godric...do good?"

**Owain**

OOC: I'm intending this as a shorter adventure to keep everyone in the roleplaying spirit until such time as we do an Inquisitorial Roleplay prequel/sequel. Olmedo's appearance is fine. Let's assume that this is some time before he joined Furious' warband, and other characters can develop independently of that line.

The bark of heavy bolter fire echoed through the corridor, catching Decimus' attention. What were the idiots thinking? One stray round could cause a hull breach... and in the Immaterium loss of oxygen will be the least of our worries. Holding his hellgun close to his chest, Decimus raced towards the sound of the commotion.

* * * * *

After a good five minutes, Decimus could tell he was getting close. His helmet's sensors estimated the gunfire to be about fifty metres distant. As he rounded the next corner, however, he was suddenly bowled over by a slavering mutant. Its eyes were sewn shut and blood-streaked pus oozed from where its nose used to be. As the warp-twisted creature raised its dagger to strike, Decimus writhed out of its grip and drew a short, curved combat blade from his belt. Raising his left hand in a warding stance, he waited for his foe to strike.

He didn't have to wait long. The wretched thing let out a wet hiss as it charged at him. Decimus reacted swiftly, catching its right arm and using its own momentum to drive his blade into its putrid gut. As it slid dying off the point of his shortsword, the stormtrooper allowed himself a moment to gloat. "Purge the unclean..." He muttered to himself with a hint of malicious satisfation.

Wiping his blade clean on the mutant's mouldering tunic, Decimus continued toward the (presumably) friendly position. Who but the cannon fodder would be stupid enough to operate a heavy bolter on board a starship?

OOC: That last remark wasn't a jab at EF or Lord-Loss, of course! Being a stormtrooper he does have to have some disdain for the rank-and-file.

Also, EF... I'm assuming Godric is also of more than Ogryn intelligence and just having trouble communicating after his long silence?

**Emperors Faithful**

OOC: I'm thinking of someone with a child-like manner (after being isolated in an engine room so long) but very heavily built. (Like 'Try Again Bragg' big) As for the bolter fire, I imagine that would only be a threat if the fighting was going on around the sides of the hull, not interior. Besides, cultists won't care, and how did they get aboard on the first place?

(Boarding Action?

)

**Owain**

OOC: ...that makes total sense. Are we going to learn anything of Godric's past at some point?

Also, I suppose it would be helpful to share the background information I had in mind when writing the first paragraph. An Imperial cruiser's crew has been... influenced and brought under the thrall of Chaos. The original plan was to have us board a space-hulk, but it would be unfair to retroactively remove EF's character from existence. Decimus' squad was amongst those deployed to recapture the ship, however they met heavier resistance than anticipated and soon after a faulty warp-drive sucked the cruiser into the Immaterium... hence the vomiting telephone. I'll say no more to the consequences... those things will happen as the plot develops.

**Emperors Faithful**

OOC: It could still be a space-hulk. A man trapped in an engineroom for what seems like an eternity fits well into my backround. He could have been the last crewmember still alive...or something.

**Owain**

OOC: Or perhaps he was captured last time it phased in?

**Emperors Faithful**

OOC:...Phased in? No, I mean, you know how ships get lost in time and such in the warp? Who knows how long this ship has been stuck like this, as it's crew has gone insane or killed each other off. What could the investigation team possibly expect to find?

**SagesStone**

OCC: Nah, my Heavy Bolter guy died in the first post.

IC:

Olmedo arrived at the engine room and noticed the dead Gun Servitor, it was the one that had disappeared, it's Heavy bolter was missing and it looked like it had been killed by something with sharp claws. He quickly dismantled the wrecked warp drive. He put the most important parts into his red robes and then turned around to approach the sounds of fighting he heard echo down the corridor. The Techpriest readied his ornate Bolter and walked slowly towards the source of the sounds. One of the two tech servitors followed behind him silently, except for the occasional clunk of a mechanical foot. It carried the more larger parts of the warp drive. The other had been fitted with a bomb and left near the fuel reserves, it would explode after losing track of Olmedo's life signs for four hours indicating that he had left the Space Hulk behind.

Olmedo peered around the last courner and saw a few Guardsmen. Olmedo noticed the aquillas on his armour. ++Looks like I found a loyalist++ said Olmedo. He lowered his Bolter and walked towards them.

They raised their weapons when they saw him, and stood ready to fire. Olmedo noticed the largest one had a familiar Heavy bolter, it was one one of the Gun Servitors last time Olmedo had seen it. He figured it had wondered off and had been killed by some mutants of whatever and that they had simply come across it. ++Don't worry, I'm a loyalist too. My name is Olmedo, Techpriest++ said Olmedo. The Guardsmen lowered thier weapons and Olmedo continued to walk towards them.

**VictorVonTzeentch**

Verinth Saul wiped the sleep from his eyes as the ship rocked violently in the blackness of the void. He glanced at his hands, scars stared back at him, scars that reminded him of the oath he had made all those years ago, an oath he had still not forsaken. Rising from his cot he began to don his beaten and battered Carapace armour, the last thing he piece of his uniform on his person was a silver grotesque. He slid an ancient bolt pistol into its holster and gathered up his hellgun, there were loyalists running rampant amongst this ship the gods would not look kindly on this.

Other members of his detachment scurried around him, readying themselves for a counter push, whilst the rest of the crew and warriors aboard the ship readied a defense.

"Warriors!" he called out slamming a magazine into his weapon. "The lackeys of the False Emperor have laid claim to this vessel, we must show them the error of their ways!"

His band of Blood Pacters roared in response, each eager to do their share of blood letting. It had been so long since the Sabbat Worlds.

"FOR THE GUAR! FOR KHORNE!" Saul yelled thrusting his weapon into the air, the Pacters doing the same. "Come then to battle!"

With that he turned, his men following suit, the servants of the Corpse God would so learn their place.

**Emperors Faithful**

Cool, a baddie!

**VictorVonTzeentch**

(OOC: Can't let the loyalists have all the fun can I?)

Vaul's hellgun cracked twice, the hotshot bolts it fired easily tearing through the carapace armour of his victim, his unseen snarled grin as he breathed deeply of the scent of fresh blood and super heated ozone, almost matching the one displayed on his metal mask. The sounds of battle reverberated through out the ship, the stranded loyalists were putting up a good fight, seemingly holding their own, possibly even breaking through in several places. Few had managed to take hold of the chance to use the confusion to their advantage, the three troopers that the Pacters had encountered met a grisly end.

**Owain**

Edited after a more thorough readthrough. See below.

**Owain**

....as much as I'd HATE to be that bratty DM, I'd like to see a very convincing explanation as to why what seems to be a sizeable, organized force of Khornate warriors has suddenly appeared on this deserted, derelict space hulk; especially Blood Pact, as to the best of my knowledge they are A; Not marines(troop type, not Spase Mariens) B; Tasked with conquering in Chaos' name, hence ostensibly not interested in the hulk and C; Nothing like what we've seen on this ship thus far.

**VictorVonTzeentch**

Because after reading through I was under the impression that we were on a Chaos Cruiser. Secondly the Blood Pact troopers are the small contingent onboard the vessel, them being a remnant of a force from the Sabat Worlds Crusade when the ship may have fled they were taken with them, since having been lost in the Warp. This could still work for a hulk.

From another perspective having this force allows readers to see something other than the usual, "Imperials stomp everything" that all the other threads turn into. If you don't want the small team used by me to be Remnant Blood Pact, let me know.

Oh from a fluffy understanding why are you all using Lasguns/hellguns in a Boarding action?

**Owain**

-I suppose remnants are acceptable should that be the origin of the hulk.

-Ave Imperator. A DM-guided format with all players more or less on one team is how we've generally done it and many of the participants are staunch loyalists. If you'd care to start a Chaos roleplay, by all means do so. EF might object but I'd be willing to join.

-Because it's a Space Hulk. The thing's already unstable; it's my assumption that most of the characters on board have brought emergency rebreathers, so a few more pin-holes in the hull are unlikely to make much difference. What's more, as EF has so astutely pointed out, most of the fighting takes place in areas where breaching the outer hull isn't likely. All in all, the extra firepower and the benefits of having a familiar weapon far outweigh the risks.

**VictorVonTzeentch**

- Okay then

-DM guided format? I just saw a setting out lined and people going at it. If you don't want me and my chaos side of the story tell me, I'm a big boy I can handle being told to GTFO. I may just create a Chaos Focused one, and judging from your skills I'd be happy to have you along.

-Far enough.

**Emperors Faithful**

No, no, no, as much as a loyalist I might be, I'd welcome the chance of a twin-taled-story (pun). A chaos aspect sounds most intruiging.

(If still heretical.

)

**Lord-Loss**

Thank god for heavy bolters Thought as he watched Olmedo and The Half-Wit dispatch yet another squad of mutant traitor guard. "These bastards...just keep...on coming!" yelled Olmedo over the noise of the heavy bolters. "Er...We are running out of ammo..." Said The Half-Wit.

"Pull back!" Yelled Ben "We will head the armoury and restock on ammo and weapons."

**SagesStone**

++We should be able to pass the other Heavy Bolter Servitor that acompanied me, I passed the Armoury on the way to the engine room. The Servitor was ripped apart not too far from there++ said Olmedo. The others nodded and they started heading back towards the engine room.

**ghosty**

Corporal Ripples bolted down another allyway, sprinting as fast as her legs could carry her, the combat shotgun she weilded pressed tightly to her chest. She ran round another corner, teriffied. It was behind her, she could imagine it bounding just meatres behind her. The very thought caused her too run all the faster. Another Left took her too a long dark corridor, warning lights flashing , giving it an eerie red glow. she carried on going until she got about halfway along the corridor. Turning round, Ripples looked behind her. In the red hazey light her quarry crouched. Its massive bulging muscular frame dwarfed her. Its flesh was a greyish colour, and streaked with thin blue veins. The Hound of Xaphan eyed her up, a low growl emmitting from its throat. Ripples uttered a small cry. It roared, and bounded towards her. She had only made three steps before it crashed into her, throwing her down the rest of the corridor. She blacked out for a few seconds, but awoke again, too find, in her horror, the beast was dragging her back down the corridor, towards its master. She screamed and shot it in the face with the shotgun. The hound blinked some of the buckshot out of its eyes, before continueing to drag her. This wasnt going to end well.

**Emperors Faithful**

Godric heard the scream above the clamouring, as what was left of the search party tried to organize itself in the engine room. Standing, he turned to leave.

Benjamin started after him.
"Hey, Goddy or Godric or whatever. Where do you think you're going?"

Godric looked over his shoulder and shrugged. "Me hear sumfink. Some girl in danger. Godric go help girl."

Benjamin rolled his eyes. Great, he thought, a romantisict.
"I'm afraid I can't let you do that, Godric. You'll only get yourself killed."

Godric frowned, and stood up to his fully height, looming over Benjamin.
"Little Ben try to stop me?"

Ben took a step back. "Um...no?"

Godric beamed. "Good! Godric smoke kipper for breakfast!" He bellowed as he swaggered off.

Ben stared after him, shaking his head in disbelief. Well, it'd been nice knowing him.

**Lord-Loss**

(OOC: "be back for tea" whats up with that

)

**Emperors Faithful**

OOC: You know how posh heroes always go, "I'll be back in time for tea!" I figured Godric would (attempt to) say something like that.

**Lord-Loss**

"Smoke me a kipper, I'l be back for breakfast" is better.

**Emperors Faithful**

Very well, edit underway.