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Lysandra d'Schonne Lysa does not like this place at all. The station is in extreme disrepair. Its crew safety protocols are severely neglected at best and outright ignored at worst. She wonders if its atmosphere is held in and cycled by warp energies, perhaps controlled by their new overseer, than by any approved technomantic process. She hopes their ship is in better condition than this. As the emmissary of the XX Legion makes his speech the appealing young woman puts on a winning smile and folds her hands in front of her, bowing her head very slightly in a subservient position. The hydra electoo at her heart tingles at the master's warp presence. Once he is finished, she looks up, and speaks - the good Father asks a wise question. "Indeed." Her voice is melodious. "We must be provided with this warrant's list of assets and contacts. What is the name of the dynasty, my lord?" Scholastic Lore (Imperial Warrants) vs. 50 on whatever Aethun answers. TehWarsmith posted:Lysandra d'Schonne
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Lysandra d'SchonneAethun posted:Stephen likes to fancy himself a member of a Chaos Pleasure cult because he and some other high ranking clerks like to take some Ghostfire and copulate. Lysa raises a hand to her mouth to cover a laugh at that. When the proxy asks if there are any questions, she shakes her head. "None, my lord. The complications of the task will become clear once we arrive." She bows her head respectfully again. These people and Legionaries are asking too many questions, as though their masters of the hydra had not carefully considered the mission already.
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May 19, 2013 22:47
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Lysandra Lysa shuts her eyes and shields her face with her sleeve just before the woman's head bursts. She winces. This reminds her of an experiment she once witness one of the magi perform, where the stresses upon the test subject's body were so extreme that his his simply ruptured in response. The blood and gore does not show very much on her robes, cut and colored in the style of a tech-priest. She proceeds to the bridge with the others, and peruses a copy of the ship's schematics. "Mm, indeed, master, we should meet the officers quickly, and plan our strategy. I have many suggestions."
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May 22, 2013 02:01
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Lysandra The young woman stands at Corvax's side, her hands folded calmly as she listens to the others speak. "I agree with Father Boli." She finally says, raising her voice slightly to be heard above the deep voices of the Legionnaires. "Magos," she makes the sign of the cog in Uther's direction, speaking a series of honorifics aloud in a passable imitation of techna-lingua, "can the controls to the hold be modified and disguised with some basic failsafes? That should suffice for the moment. In the meantime, we have either a saboteur or an incompetent in our midst, and either is intolerable. I will perform the investigation myself, if it please the captain." She bows her head to Corvax. "In the meantime, we must discuss several matters of protocol. To begin with, the ship needs a name." She smiles at the assembled officers. "While the 'Abominable Sovereign' is wonderfully intimidating, I fear it would give the game away, so to speak. We have a variable figurehead, let us take advantage of it - under what name shall we arrive at Scintilla?" "On the same note," She nods respectfully at the gathered Marines and tilts her head. "you stand out, Legionaries. We all know that, but it must be dealt with. We need a plan to conceal your presence, should Imperial officials or dignitaries come aboard. I would suggest that each of you choose proxies to appear in your stead from amongst the crew, should someone ask to meet with, say, our chief of medicae or master of soldiers. I will of course represent the captain, if he wishes that I do so." "Lastly, we should establish a cover story. Worthless and unimportant the Warrant Deche may have been, but it is still a Warrant of Trade, and thus it will be in the sector databanks and not below notice. If I understand the situation correctly the Warrant will be integral to our ability to move freely in Imperial space - we need a story as to why the good Father Deche is not with us, and who are we to wield its power in his name." She looks around the room, hands still folded demurely in front of her. Forbidden Lore (Adeptus Mechanicus) vs. 50 to speak to Uther with the correct protocol? TehWarsmith fucked around with this message at 05:07 on Jun 3, 2013 |
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Lysandra Lysa's only response to the sudden events is to blink, once. She keeps her fingers steepled on the table, the sleeves of her red robes pooling at the edge, as she awaits Corvax's word on the matter. What an interesting individual this legionary is. To care for the lives of lesser beings so. That is most unusual for an Astartes, especially one fallen from the Imperium's service. Is it only the waste of resources that angers him, she wonders, or does he truly care for the mortal crew of the vessel? She cannot read these Astartes like she can other men. She will have to speak with him at length once they are under way. She hopes she can find the time. There is so very much to do.
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Lysandra The false-woman smiles joyously, almost licking her lips at the irony of the thoughts now forming in her mind. "All suggestions both grand and quite workable! We will use Lord Vorgash's story, then, and I will be Lysandra Deche of the Final Solace, the noble ecclesiarch's beloved daughter. Master Threebags, Lord Vorgash, you must ensure that we have suitable psykers who can cleanse the minds of anyone who sees too much. Please, keep me updated, and forward your choice of proxies to Lord Corvax and I." As the meeting winds down her composure returns and she approaches Father Boli. "I too am concerned about the warrant, Father. We must make detailed and discreet inquiries once we reach Scintilla, I will take charge of that personally." She seems deep in thought, her large golden eyes shining. "It occurs to me that if there are any descendants alive, we may not need to impersonate a scion of Deche, not after the descendant is given into the care of our psykers..." "But until we know otherwise, Father," She smiles brightly again at Boli, "I have an important favor to ask of you. If I am to be the pious daughter of a churchman, you will have to teach me the Imperial Creed!" All sounds good to me. I'll definitely post in the RP thread too, soon.
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Honestly, if we just say that it's business concerning our dynasty's warrant, that should be sufficient for an Imperial authority. The warrant is the most important thing to a dynasty, anything concerning it might necessarily have to be confidential, and would be worth a crew's time. If they have any doubts Boli and I can probably smooth them over. I'll post in a little bit!
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Lysandra When she arrived on the ship she looked like a suspiciously pretty tech-adept, maybe a factor, like they use in the core worlds. When she arrives on the bridge, she looks like a holy sister. She sweeps between the consoles in a long white robe, embroidered with silver thread, and a tabard bearing the heraldry of the Deche warrant - a great maul, with the head engulfed in flames and the whole assemblage backed by a pair of silver wings. What dreadfully cliche iconography, she thinks as she approaches the command throne, and the thought brings another smile to her face as she settles herself onto it, her long billowing silver-trimmed sleeves spill over the sides like pools of liquid. quote:Keep in micro-bead contact. Lysandra, do not fail me." "I will not fail you, master. Hope for the best, but assume the worst, we are quite spectacularly outgunned." She toggles off her micro-bead and tugs once on her aquila necklace in an idle sort of way. She nods, impressed, at Boli as the patrol seems to accept his story. "Well done, father. Helmsman Schecte, take us in to Scintillan orbit and signal for docking. Father, shall we meet the customs agents? What name will you go by?" Well, I had a whole post written up and a spiel for the Navy but then you went and handled it  Onward, then!
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Lysandra She tilts her head at Threebags. She wears the holy garments like she was born into them, and the symmetrical perfection of her face only adds to the impression. "Is there a difference?" Lysa asks the psyker, slightly raising her eyebrows. "I enjoy serving the purpose I was made for." She smiles. "Do you have a purpose, Mister Threebags, one you can enjoy serving?"
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Lysandra Lysa's hands clench on the arms of the command throne as she sees the vast fleet. Her eyes widen and she swallows, hiding it as best she can. She links Corvax and all of the officers into the vox-link of her micro-bead as she says, "Indeed. We proceed as planned. Scrutiny may be higher than usual but we cannot withdraw now." Their cover story will make inquiries as to the nature of the mass mobilization easy. Very little they say will be a direct falsehood. "Such a gathering cannot remain in dock for long. Once we pass through customs, no doubt the fleet will jump for its target warzone, leaving us behind." This is not a coincidence, she thinks. A war is about to begin. Their actions in the Sector are meant to have some impact on it. She looks out the viewscreen at the armada, fingers steepled, her mind racing, for a moment longer, before rising to her feet and leading Vincent, Boli, and Threebags off the bridge towards the airlock, calling for a detachment of armsmen as escort. Take us into customs! Can anyone roll War or maybe Imperium to know what this giant-rear end fleet is gearing up for?
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Oh, that reminds me, i'll roll my Charm test vs. 60 to get Peer (Imperial Navy) for this session.
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Lysandra Lysa stands, tall and proud in front of the bureaucrat. She holds herself with unassailable dignity and immeasurable confidence, like a woman born to stand where she stands at this very moment. She smiles at the little man, her perfect face sagging just a bit, as though weary and barely hiding it. "Jeremiah Deche is at war, my dear man. As he was bid by the Church. He has met the Archenemy, at the edges of the Vortex, and he has not faltered but the Enemy's numbers are beyond counting." She bows her head and makes the sign of the aquila. "I am Lysandra Deche, next in line for the warrant Deche. The warp has been cruel, and the years have stretched long since my holy father left for war, long enough for him to sire a child and for me to grow to womanhood. And now he has sent us back into the Emperor's light, to ensure that our dynasty will survive should he fail." "I will cooperate, sir, but there is much to do and little time in which to do it." As she speaks, she contracts an internal muscle, the nerve-trigger to activate the pheromone glands secreted within her skin. Okay, *deep breath* WP test vs. 55 to activate my pheromone generator, which if successful should give +20 to Fel given the small size of the office. Another +10 from Serpent's Tongue if my Fellowship test to do that was successful. So, Deceive, vs. either 50, 60, 70, or 80. welp
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Lysandra As the conversation begins the idle smile on Lysandra's face begins to widen. Even as she considers the dire circumstances into which they have been thrust, she is grinning at the advocate's total lack of decorum or respect for subtlety, and and as he speaks of the gunsmith's capture her amusement bubbles over and she begins to laugh at the irony, a light, airy sound like the tinkling of bells. Without another word she steps in front of Boli and plants her hands on the desk, her white sleeves pooling on its surface as she leans over and smiles conspiratorially at him. "Do forgive the good father, Steve, he takes our service so very seriously, and can you blame him?" She glances over her shoulder at Boli. "We are all under the great powers, are we not, Father? Steve is doing us a great service." The advocate needs to be kept in their good graces - hers in particular, which should not be difficult - or she suspects he will sell them the moment fear of Aethun's retribution no longer hangs over his head. "We will have the situation well in hand," she turns back to the pleasure-cultist, "just tell me where Heston lived until he vanished. And, if the great powers smile, you know which train your friend Oscarr is being taken in, let us know. If not ... we shall learn." Oh, yes, they have a great deal to do. When Lord Aethun said that their first mission might be their most dangerous, he was not exaggerating. Scrutiny vs. 60, with a re-roll from my embedded auspex, to make sure Steve's bein' straight with us. TehWarsmith fucked around with this message at 01:52 on Jun 16, 2013 |
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I can think of a couple ways for us to get the gunsmith out without fighting, but it'd be mega-risky and not a good use of time. My thought was for the legionnaires to attack the ground train? We'll bring it up IC in a few posts!
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