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Ludias chuckles as he slips his friend a thin disk of metal about 4 inches in diameter. His whispereed words make Bel' chuckle and he allows the Eldar to wriggle free
"The hug was partially a cover old friend."

Beltayn nodded and went to sit down at one of the benches, leaning forwards he puts his forehead head in his hand to look at the disk inconspicuously, The disk had a line of text running along the rim.
"Slip this into your chest piece, it repels warp energy. I thought I should give you a booster after what we just went through. This should link with your hood and provide additional protection."

OOC: <sigh> Another night, another page I miss because people don't think about waiting for another player before they move on...

... I have said this before, and so did Tyranic when it was happening to him, please don't do it, cos it feels like I am just tagging along...

sos... I know the feeling... like when you guys get in half a dozen posts while im sleeping... it happens man... i can try to hold back a bit

"Shas'O we have hacked into the system, several video-logs were contained within it. Should we play them Shas'O?"

"Yes, on the big screen."

Tyranic Marta wrote:sos... I know the feeling... like when you guys get in half a dozen posts while im sleeping... it happens man... i can try to hold back a bit

Thanks man, I appreciate it...

[RECORDS 274/620]

LOADING...

O100 HOURS

This is Inquisitor Franokin, report one.

My test subjects have begun the process, removal of them from their homes was hard but nothing was left of the planets that we took them from. Dust and echos is all that we see now, dust and echos. However the subjects have become fairly violent, something you might expect from a child but anyways the guards have been able to hold them back. The Emperor will forgive us for the use of Xenos technologies once our holy work is complete, the Adeptus Astartes have become weak and corrupt and require replacement.

This is Inquisitor Franokin, signing of.

OOC: Lol, "but anyways"

IC:

"Wait, so they are using children as replacements? This disgusts me, no race would rightly do this to their children!"

Ludias looks interested by the news and true to form he doesnt take his mask of infront of his emplyer but nonetheless those nearby can almost feel the energy coming off of him. Ludias was running calculations, the probablility of him encountering such a person. For an inventor this was like nirvana. The absense of worry, of doubt. He could know exactly how his mark thought. Because Ludias' mark was an inventor too.

Ludias knew that the man wasnt mad, he simply had misguided faith. Attempting to change the fibre, the core of the Emperors will was blasphemy. Not that Ludias was a religious man but he knew that there was more than one way to skin a hourmagaunt. If the Inquisitor proved to be unkillable via means of indirect assault... Well it was like the old hunters adage. The thicker the skin, the thicker the blade. Ludias wold simply have to use a thicker blade. And that thicker blade was his contact in the Ecclesiarchy. he could bring the Imperiums wrath down on this errant inquisitor. But Ludias was reluctant. He diddnt want to waste his weapon. Not on something that may be thinner skinned than anyone thought.

Ludias stood slowly, at least one set of eyes was on him, he knew Bel' would be curious to his reaction after that particular vidsteal.
"I would like to see the data from the experiment"

DATA MODULE 17, EXPERIMENT 3

This is medical adviser Khan, sadly subject three died after convulsing and tearing of its right arm. The combat drugs drove the child insane but If we can find a way to stop this it may just work, Inquisitor Franokin warned me that these subjects may not do and we may need to find more. Some staff even mentioned use of other races and warp energy but these are rumors. I hope. Here are the test results;

Subject one: Alive, showing signs of mutation

Subject two: Attempt escape twice, heavy muscle mutation

Subject three: Terminated

Subject four: Cunning, leader of the others, heavy muscle and organ mutation

Subject five: Heavy muscle mutation

That is all for now.

Khan signing off.

Beltayn watches the videos silently in thought, he then hears Shas O's comment about the use if children in these experiments done by this inquisitor.

"Do you expect any less from an Empire that places such little value on an individual's life? The Imperium lacks many things but manpower is not one of them. Either way, I can tell you that this man is either deluded or a fool. The Space Marines were made using Dark age technology long ago by the Emperor himself and this man comes along and thinks he has the power to create new ones?"

Beltayn tuts in disapproval and looks to Ludias who is no doubt analyzing everything he is seeing via his mask. It was one of the sniper's many habits.

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LOADING...

O354 HOURS

This is Inquisitor Franokin, report two.

The Subjects are becoming more violent, are control devices are unable to truly control their 'fragile' as you might say minds. Khan claims its all a matter of time but I believe a more strict approach may help, possibly we may need more subjects but still I'm ready to send my scientists to do so. I will be recording the events and study what I can;


The Screen turns blank but re activates as the image of a Imperial Scientist stands with one of the subjects, a hideous monster chained to the floor and snarling at the human who backs away terrified, the chains begin to break as the creature tries to move forward and resolves to biting its chain causing them to break lose. Within seconds it is tearing the scientist apart and vomiting blood around the room and it decapitates the scientist.

Hard to believe that was once a small child, well we are done here. Move on to the next subject.

Ludias looks over the results carefully, oting the levels of stimulants in the bloodstream. He takes dozens of notes, muttering them into his masks autoproccessor soon the details he needs are stored. He looks through everything slowly and creates his own conclusion.

[i][b]M41- Exact Imperial Date unknown due to Warp time distortions.
Log entry 012597 The Eye of Terror-outer systems, aboard the Tau vessel orbiting the planet, exact location unknown.
Through the eyes of LemurSierra109
In the last 30 minutes I have examined the cadaver of an experiment run by an Inquisitor here in the eye. His exact goal is unclear, however it seems that this Inquisitor, who goes by the name of Franokin, is attempting to create a new creature to replace the adeptus astartes in the galactic armour of the Imperium. A new weapon for the endless war.

So far his results appear to have been unssuccessful, instead of editing DNA to achieve his ends he is simply splicing large portions of stimulants into the, and I use this term loosly, test subjects, bio matter. This method is imprecise and crude....

I will write the rest when I get home...

Syrath takes a look at the data module;

"This is almost 3 months old but I fear it could break the balance of the universe if this Inquisitor is still alive, we should look through more to see what the others say."

[RECORDS 274/620]

LOADING...

O589 HOURS

I feel I have very little time left...

In my dreams something is hunting me, I cannot bear to speak its name but I feel I must...

Employer...

My head aches when I speak that word, I do not know why?

But anyway the subjects appear to have improved, a single beast reduced several Storm Troopers to a piles of flesh. He is very cunning and use a variety of tactics, turning his foes weapons against them. They proved well against a group of Chaos traitors who where attempting to board us, they fled once we released the beasts but I fear they will turn on us. I see a look in their eyes, it is one of treachery but I hope they will come under control.

. The result of this is that the creatures are inneficiant and unintellegent. This means that they are easy to bring down and are no major threat unless in significant groups, and even then they arnt particularly worrisome.

My final conclusion is that unless the beasts phisiologies and intellects are at some point significantly more cohesive then they will never be a viable threat

OOC: Nice logs Tyranic

IC:

Kais is still amazed by the cruelty of mankind in this instance, but he speaks out.

"Call for Hunter and the Dark Eldar, and then join us yourselves in the bridge, as we need to discuss what to do next."

Syrath nods and grabs the speaker phone for the ship;

"Hello can everyone clear out their desks, you're fired. No but seriously, Eldar and Hunter get up here we need to plan some things."

Ludias shakes his head slowly,
"So the daemon thinks hes a comedian"
Ludias continues to search through the data and then heads to the beast itslef, collecting samples of the tubes and pipes. He has a plan, but maybe it would be better to keep it in his own mind until the appropriate time.

Kais sighs.

"Very funny Syrath," he frowns, before talking through the same speaker. "Dark Eldar and Hunter get to the bridge. Everybody else, ignore what was previously said."

"Thank you I do try to do a good job, I better write that down."

Syrath reveals a large gold book that reads 'Comedy Gold', Hunter and the Dark Eldar arrive after the Incubi guards allow them entry;

"Yes Shas'O what is it you require?"

"We need to talk about what we are going to do. We need decision making, and fast," Kais said, a tone of worry in his voice. "I have no idea what that Space Hulk is going to do, and I don't really want to find out. Ideas?"

"We destroy it? Several blasts in precise positions will destroy the Hulk, several of the pieces will hit the planet spreading the 'children'. I came up with the term myself, still it seems that the children where partially created using our technology, horrid work I may add. Sloppy and unprofessional, but that's Inquisitors for you."

Talon walks forward cradling a Dark Lance and smirking behind his terror mask

"This will be fun."

"That seems like a good idea. But will it be able to fire back at us?"

"With its current condition I don't think it could even move without the warp blasting it around, but Its stable for now."

"Excellent," Kais smiled. "Ready all our weapons, as we are going to blow this ship apart."

"I'll prepare the Silver Shark for take off Shas'O, my forces are prepared and I'm happy to bring in Raiders and Ravagers if needed."

"Excellent. Then lets get loaded up."

"Well we have one problem, those without will power will be transformed by the massed warp power within that ship into a foul beast."

Syrath growls and hisses as the Farseer pushes him away;

"I will provide a shield from the warp."

Ludias raises an eyebrow,
"What kind of willpower are we alking about here Farseer? Im quite willfull... But your description was vague, do we need to have a psykers potential to survive this... blast? with our minds and bodies intact?"

Beltayn pipes in as well, adding to his comrade's question.

"I'm not so much worried about myself as I am those who have proven to be unstable around daemons in the past." He says scathingly looking at the Farseer, the implication clear...