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"Yes, Brother. There may be an Assassin in the area. A Culexus Temple Assassin. They are renowned for their techniques of killing - and they are tasked with killing Psykers. If there is one here, he will be coming for me soon, I have made sure of that. Wait with me, we shall confront this foe." Marco replied.

The two Inquisitorial servants moved so that their backs were against the wall, Boltgun, blade and pistol at the ready. "Come and get me."

After a brief trip to his apartment for his lasgun and overcoat, Carter strode though the crowd looking for the Inquisitor. After 20 minutes of walking through the crowds of people, he saw him standing with an Astartes, backs to a wall, looking for a fight. Carter then too up position within sight of his lord, and sat at a bench, lasgun leaned agaunst him with the coat over it, as not to attract attention. Attempting to get the Inquisitors notice without being obvious, he bobbed his head and just stared at the two, hoping that one of them would feel his stare. "Somethings not right" he muttered...

"My Lord..." Haxion began, and pointed as he gained the Inquisitors' attention. "Ah, one of those guardsmen." The Inquisitor notioned for the Veteran to come over, and the man did so. "Carter, was it?" Marco lowered his voice. "There may be a threat to me here - an Assassin. And don't just let yourself think of someone with a simple sword or gun, oh no, this is far worse. It is best you do not delve any further into this, however, atleast not yet. I propose we go to a more secluded area - the Assassin is unlikely to reveal himself here."

"M'lord, are you sure there's actually someone after you?"
"Do you doubt me, Guardsman?"
"No, of course not... it's just.."
"Then follow me. I appreciate this all sounds a bit unlikely, but trust me - I am the Inquisitor here, after all."

The trio left the busy esplanade, and walked down the corridor that had hundreds of doorways, leading to some insignificant person or anothers' living area. Then Marco felt it again... He stopped, and so did the others, as if they could feel something as well. Marco scryed down the long walkway, but there was noone there.

OOC: enter: Ghosty! Have him pop out of an air vent above our heads or something. Just so there's no confusion, this is an area with about a metre and a half from side to side. It's a long corridor with doors every 10 metres or so, leading to living quarters.

His targets were moving down a long and tight corridor. It would be difficult to get the drop on them with the astartes making a rearguard action with his impressive bulk blocking the way to the target. Effilion glided along the air duct hanging just metres above the trio, judging all the possibilities. It was clear to him now, that this was an inquisitor, and one of significant repute to press gang a marine into service. He subtly probed the edges of the targets mind, but met predictably stiff resistance. Smiling to himself from within his mask, Effilion decided to separate the inquisitor from his charges. Arching his back, he tensed his muscles and prepared to leap forwards, like a coiled spring. Timing had to be perfect, but Effilion had long ago stopped doubting his abilities to judge distances, time, and walking speed. Just as the inquisitor passed a door in the corridor, the assassin made his move. Uncoiling and shooting down from above like a torpedo, he collided with the heavily built man and sent him flying through the door, into some scum’s living quarters. As he landed, he rolled and slammed the door behind him with but a thought. The inquisitor cursed heavily, and pulled himself out of the wreckage of what had once been (before his collision with it) someone’s bed. The room was dark, and he looked around desperately, trying to sight his quarry. Know one was in the room, but he felt great unease. Then a shadow detached itself from the wall and walked into the pale light filtering in from behind closed blinds. Effilion stood before the inquisitor and cocked his head to one side, before the animus speculum on his mask opened up, and a target beam found appeared between the targets eyes.

++ Greetings inquisitor, I suggest you explain to me why you were advertising yourself to me, before I burn you pious soul from your body++

"I suggest you tell me why you are here without my knowledge, and why you would dare threaten me." The Inquisitor replied.
"Assassins do not just stroll about space stations for the fun of it, and there is no other Inquisitorial presence here, so I see no obvious explenation for your being here. And while I am fully aware of the skills you possess, do not underestimate me, assassin."
Marco drew his power sword from its sheath at his side, and the crackling energy running up and down it lit up the room, so that the two figures could more or less make each other out. Marco took a step forward, towards the Assassin, but the figure tensed, a faint spark flashing from within the dangerous cannon attached to its shoulder, and he stopped.

Never one for subtlety when the direct approach works just as well Haxion draws his pistol firing at the door the explosive round taking the door clean off its hinges. striding through the door as the smoke clears he presses the pistol to the back of the assassins head. " give me one reason not to seperate your head from the rest of your body. " he glances over at the inquisitor and nods slightly as realizes he is unharmed

The scene unfolding quicker then the blink of an eye, Carter brought his lasgun to bear and followed the astartes through the doorway, stopping behind him with a bead on the "thing" attacking his charge. Looking to see if the Inquisitor was ok, he then decided to follow Haxion's lead, holding the assassin there

"You two! Be careful! You do not know what you are dealing with here!" Marco warned his companions.

Then the room went black. Marco's powersword temporarily deactivated and the shutters closed. It lasted only for a fraction of a second, but when the crackling blade flared into life again, Effilion had dissapeered again.

"Blood and damnation!" Marco cursed. "I guess this one's learned a few new tricks" he mumbled under his breath. I'd like to know how he did that though, the Inquisitor thought. Probably some blasphemous technology - nonetheless, he may proove useful in this investigation.

Haxion and Carter looked almost equally surprised, although the space marine had his helmet on so it was impossible to tell by expression; however, he was glancing about, poking his gun into every hole in search of the Assassin.

"M'lord, you alright?" Carter asked.
"Yes, Guardsman. You will speak of this to noone other than those other two guardsmen, you understand? If word gets out of a psychotic skull faced killer..."
"Yes sir." Carter interrupted.
"Good, I'm glad you understand the depth of the problem" Marco replied.



OOC: Lol, he really sounds like a cockney. If you don't want him to keep talking like that, tell me.

OOC: sounds about what I would put, minus the "I understand" part. He's very quick and to the point, as most military men are

At first I had him say, "Yes m'lord, I get the idea."

But I thought the cockney spam might be likewtf.

Edit: edited my post. Read the last IC line

Mad! They said I was m-mad! AHAHAHA! Whose the mad one now! Ok sorry, it’s been a long day.

So I wonder how I should jump said persons again. Without your muscle coming in and spoiling the show...

EDIT: 3 hours later, Effilion landed planetside.

IC: Effilion sprinted along the roof tops; he had never felt this alive in his entire life. Even before he had been taken, he hadn’t even dreamed of feeling this free. Vaulting over another chimney stack, he landed with a crunch on scattered masonry, and then he was off again, leaping from roof to roof. If he had lips, Effilion would have smiled at his new found freedom. Effilion leaped across a street alley, and grabbed hold of a jutting gargoyle. He clambered on top of it, and, presently, he was sitting on its head, watching the citizens go about their daily activities. Effilion flexed his bare arms, and marvelled at the way the muscles rippled. Never before had he noticed his body’s strength, but now…

After a moment of reflection, Effilion spread his thoughts outwards from his vantage point, searching for another pysker to vent his loathing for them onto. He soon found one, a street urchin, which had no idea of his own abilities. Effilion set off in the targets direction, with no small amount of glee.

Jacob serowinch lounged at the side of the street, amongst the refuse. His soot stained and grimy clothes stank to high heaven and his unwashed hair shoe with grease. Occasionally, as a man or woman with a particular pitying look about them walked past, he would mumble “Spare me some change, guv” But it didn’t seem to have the desired effect. He hadn’t eaten for days, since the rat he caught nibbling his toes, and he was well on the way to starvation. Jacob blinked and rubbed his eyes. He was getting restless, so he decided to go for a walk, get some fresh air. Walking briskly down the alley way, he watched with bemused shock as a squad of arbites sprinted past. He managed to glean what little information he could as they ran past. Something about another flayed victim found in market row. Sighing, Jacob strolled down another alley way, which, he noted was deserted. Smiling through stained, crooked teeth, Jacob looked left and right, before he unzipped his flies, and set about relieving himself on a nearby wall. He was about halfway through doing his business, when he felt a sudden revulsion overcome him. More so, he felt something cold and dead form in the pit of his stomach.

“Bloody hell, I hope that rats not gonna go repeating on me”

Jacob pulled his trousers down and set about emptying himself of rat stew. He picked up a nearby newspaper, and flicked through it for a bit. Then a shadow formed over him. He looked up from his newspaper and stared in shock and terror. A tall, muscled man was standing in front of him, with a skull mask, and a deadly looking piece of archeotech mounted on his shoulder. He also had a long black blade drawn. Jacob guessed his time was up, but he decided to make the most of it.

“Err, hey guv, you got any respect? Can’t ya see what im doing? Wait at least until I’ve finished before you kills me, yeah?”
Effilion stood there staring. The kid seemed to be scared, but not like the others he had killed. He seemed defiant, and at ease with the situation. It actually amused him. Effilion sheathed his sword, and, turned his back on the Urchin. There was a polite cough from behind, and Effilion turned back round. Jacob was holding a stub gun and pointing it straight at Effilion’s face.

“Alright guv, im guessing you’re the alleyway flayer? Im right aren’t I? Well im not really in the mood to die today, but if you got some change, ill take that right now. Im starving.” Jacob said, and to emphasize it, he cocked the hammer on his pistol. It all seemed to be to amusing for Effilion, who began to chuckle darkly.

++Little urchin. That gun isn’t loaded, and what’s more, I don’t even own any money. If I want something, ill take it. Understood?++

Jacob sighed melodramatically, and tossed the gun to the side. “Meh, I ran out of bullets for the thing about a year ago. So you gonna flay me or what?”

Effilion just couldn’t make sense of it at all. The child should be clawing his own eyeballs out in his presence, throwing up, screaming for help. Not just standing around, even trying to mug him. One thing was for sure though; Effilion was NOT going to kill this kid.

++ Im not going to kill you, but im going to kidnap you, if its all the same with you?++

Without waiting for a reply he grabbed the urchin by the neck, and vaulted up onto a fire escape. He clambered up to the roofs, and began to make his way to his lair.

OOC: okay, he may be acting un assassinly, but ill explain, have no fear. Basically, when he died, he was brought back to life, by some mysterious hooded and cloaked man. He told the assassin he was free to do as he chose. Effilion then got off world and found himself here. He’s also finding that his new found freedom has awakened some latent psychic powers, and also emotions that were psycho conditions out of him. Now as for the currant development, Id rather if you didn’t butt in all guns blazing Do your usual stuff, maybe run around like headless chickens, but I request you do not find my assassin.

Oh.... dear........ unless you have a miraculously good way that you got to the planet from the space station I'm afraid the last post is a mega facepalm

Darkvoidof40k wrote:
"Yeah I get the idea" Carter interrupted. He was then the subject of stern eyeing.

If you read my profile for him, hes way too much of a hardass to say that. When I said Quick and to the point I meant "yes sir" "no sir" "3 bags full sir"

I apologize for the criticism, but Im mildly OCD about my roleplaying

OOC: What about it?

OOC: Look up, I edited right after posting, sorry

Oh, srz. I'll re-edit.

Yes. i somehow teleported to the planet. My bad. ahem. yes. im on the planet... sorry i got all confused. can i be on the planet still, or shall i re edit the entire post?

So ive edited it to make sense. He escaped and went planetside to prevent pursuit. Only one person saw him go, a bit of a fat bloke with a big moustache and a monocle. if you wanna find out where my assassin went, you gotta find this guy His name is Ronald Vrennwerk.

"Just what were you trying to do, burn down the barracks?"
The sergeant's face was a picture of rage, his moustache bristling, as Jervold stood, looking a little embarrassed, and tried not to think too hard about what had happened. How was he to know that the floor would burst into flames if shot with a laspistol? It wasn't as if he'd tried it before. Well, not with a laspistol anyway, he thought, as he looked at his plasma gun. At least he had got that cockroach.
"Emperor damnit, man, you could have caused a catastrophe! It's lucky Wilikins was passing by!"
A few minutes later, Jervold found himself thrown unceremoniously from the sergeant's office. Perhaps it had not been a good idea to tell him that it was Lord Percival's idea.
Jervold picked himself up, and decided to wander around the town. Who knows, perhaps there would be something to eat there.
"Sounds like a plan, my lad."
Lord Percival nodded to back up his statement.
"You think so?"
the sock nodded again.
"Yes. After that keelhauling the sergeant gave you, I feel some sustenance is necessary."
That settled it. If Percival thought it was a good idea, then it was a VERY good idea. Jervold set off, whistling tunelessly, and fishing in his pockets for the last bits of that week's wages.

Double post, sorry!

"M'lord, shall I go find the others? We need to be on our guard, that thing might come back sooner then later, and I would like every advantage we can get" Carter asked, checking his weapons and shouldering his rifle in favor of his pistol

OOC: Urm...
So, Gorskar, I take it Jervold is planetside?

" with all due respect, inquisitor. why is the an assassin wandering around lose, more importantly why is he after you?" Haxion stated as he holstered his pistol. looking back through the doorway as the arbites come racing down the hallway. "late as usual." he jokes releasing a bit of stress 'damn it why couldn't it be something easy like a squad of fallen'

ooc - ' ' are for interanal dialouge he wouldnt mention the fallen in public especially with an inquisitor lord standing there

He's no inquisitor lord!1!111! He's a newbie, this is his first assignment as a full Inquisitor... although by the Spehss empra by the end of this RP he will be! Also, nobody knows about what happened here... we could just say that the Arbites found the druggy psychic and the dude who unwittingly ate his own hand and were searching all levels for the man responsibible.

^ I can spell. Delibirate OOC spelling mistakes = lawlz.

Also, realising*.

Marco turned as the Arbites stormed the room. "Halt, Arbites. I am Inquisitor Heron. What are you after?"
"The lead Arbites spoke up, "there was an... incident... on the esplanade. We're looking for the responsible person."
"That will not be necessary - I shall continue the search personally - just double security sweeps on the station and the space ports. Search all ships that want to leave orbit."
"Yes, Inquisitor!" The Arbites replied, and as his squad began to leave, Marco called, "And Arbites, you will know you have found the culprit because all your men will be dead."
The Arbites squad had uneasy looks on their faces, and as the stalked off they muttered quietly to one-another.
"Haxion, he is after me because he is a Culexes Assassin - trained Psyker killers. He needs no more reason to kill me other than my psychic abilities than I need reason to smite Heretics. That does not mean he is only dangerous to me, however. I am quite sure he could easily tackle even you, Haxion. Now, let us leave this place." The Inquisitor replied, and then the trio walked out of the room. Marco deactivated and then sheathed his Power Sword.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:OOC: Urm...
So, Gorskar, I take it Jervold is planetside?

Yup. Has been for a while now. That ok?

Sure, I guess. :OOC:

Arbitrator Gunnan was having a bad day. First of all, he had been put on patrol with a green recruit, who seemed to jump at the slightest clang of the iron yard. Probably psyched out by the ghost stories of this place. There was no element of truth to them, of course, but this place was eerie. The recruit in question, a kid nicknamed Spook kicked a tin can absently. It clanged loudly, and before he realised what was happening, he was on the floor with a knife at his throat.

“Sarge! Wh-what are you doing?!” he stuttered, panic stricken at the suddenness of his superiors actions.

“If you give away our position like that again, ill stick my boot so far up your arse every time you swallow, your gonna taste leather. You got me?”

Spook nodded vigorously, and picked himself up from the floor. “I thought you didn’t believe them stories? You said they were just used to frighten kids from coming in here.”

Gunnan however, had stopped moving, he was staring stock still at a mound of garbage, or, more specifically, the top of said mound. Spook looked up to the point. There, standing in the moonlight, was a black silhouette. Spook felt terror like never before. He began to shake violently, and nudged Gunnan. The arbitrator slowly, as not to shock anyone with sudden movements, reached down to his comms link, and switched it on. In a harsh whisper he spoke into it, eyes never leaving the figure.

“This is arbitrator Gunnan, me and spook have a problem, requesting back up please to sector 3b.”

He switched it back off, and slowly backed away, Pulling the green officer with him. Then the figure disappeared. He blinked furiously. But it was gone.

“Kid, this doesn’t look particularly good. If someone’s stalking us, they aint gonna be the savoury sort. And very very few unsavoury characters I can think of can move that fast. So were, gonna, nice and calm mind, move back to the entrance, if you spots anything, you shoot it. And then, you run.”

Spook glanced at his sarge, he was obviously shaken up by this appearance as much as he was.

“What do you think it is?”

“Lets hope its ghouls; I really really hope that’s all it was”

A shadow detached itself from the gloom nearby.

***


In the morning, carter cycled through the different wavelengths of the planet below, and the space station around him. Amongst the nonsense, and the static, he heard a small message from the arbite command.

++ 2 missing arbites, yeah Gunnan and Spook. Last transmission from the scrap yard. Yeah, we checked it out in the morning, we found a couple of shell casings. Yeah, okay, yeah. We’ll send a transmission to *shhhhtkkkkkk* ++

Carter decided it was best to report this to the inquisitor straight away. Something felt decidedly unsettling, about the whole thing.

The Inquisitor had an anxious look on his face, as he replayed the transmission for the third time. "Thank you, Carter, for bringing this to my attention."
"Your welcome, m'lord" replied the guardsman.
"The Arbites have a pretty tight grip on the planet... Carter, go planetside and meet up with your comrade... Jervold wasn't it? Then go and check out that scrap yard. We are, after all, looking for any sign of taint in the populace.. if there is a cult on Volcarth, then I intend to investigate every lead we get."
Marco turned to Haxion. "Brother-Astartes, you and I shall travel to the surface also, and visit each manufactorum on that planet until we have found the cause of the corrupted shipment of supplies that lead to the cleansing of the 2nd Regiment."