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Computatrix 1st Class Agatha Cortess After an extended journey within the bowels of a bulk freighter hurtling through the Warp with nothing but a makeshift firing range, a makeshift interface feed with the ship's primary cogitator banks, and her fellow agents for company, Agatha found even the conditions of Hive Desoleum's lower hive strata to be a refreshing change of pace. If anything it was amusingly nostalgic, though admittedly her time on Hive Sevastalum had been spent in slightly more elevated circles both socially and geographically, but a hive was a hive and there was nothing like a brisk chemical downpour and the closeness of metal and ferrocrete to make one feel right at home. Of course she wasn't here to take in the sights, such as they were...never had a place been named more appropriately than Desoleum, which even for a hive world was unbelievably dreary...she was here on business, if that's what one called this sort of work. "On a mission from the Lords Dragon to investigate accusations of tech-heresy most foul" didn't roll of the tongue as succinctly, though. The briefing from Magos Kamarovich, such as it was, was rather short on details. A former adept of hers had reason to believe that tech-heresy was propagating upon Desoleum and that was apparently enough to have them sent to investigate the matter. Not that tech-heresy wasn't a serious problem, of course, but privately she wondered if the matter couldn't have been better handled by someone a bit more...local. Or maybe that was the problem? Perhaps Magos Kamarovich suspected even local assets might have fallen into fallacy? It was impossible to say, from what little she knew the Magos was a deeply secretive person so only the Omnissiah knew why their group had been selected for this particular task. Maybe she'd simply wanted them elsewhere for the time being. Her musings were cut short as they reached their destination, and she smoothed out the thankfully chemical-resistant flak cloak that she wore over her traveling garb, autogun stowed beneath it, as she disembarked from the taxi and entered the warehouse. The cooling units atop it were a sign of things to come, but the chill inside the refrigerated building was still unpleasant. Andrew Muth didn't seem to mind it though. The Servitorix Minorus seemed at ease as he greeted them, all smiles and polite nods. Agatha smiled and nodded back, studying the older man intently both with her own eyes and her inbuilt sensoria. Oh now, this was interesting. A mark for Unauthorized Ingenuity, along with a handful of censures for minor breaches in protocol and skirting the edges of his orders. That practically made him a kindred spirit of sorts, though of course she was far better at not being caught than he was. "Thank you," she said at the offer of cold-weather gear, gratefully donning a coat and insulated gloves...Magos Kamarovich had said that subterfuge wasn't required, so she wasn't worried about him seeing the autogun she had looped over one shoulder on a sling. She was hardly a professional soldier but the work of the Lords Dragon was seldom without risk, and after nearly being killed by murder-servitors the opportunity to broaden her understanding of ballistic engineering was far from unwelcome. Nonetheless, she knew that in a real fight it would up to some of the other members of their little investigative party to handle the bulk of things. That was why they'd brought them along. She wasn't without skills of her own, though. She listened as the Servitorix explained the situation, helpfully illustrating things with a pair of cadavers. Underhive gangers being slipped servitor chem units on the sly...there were worse tech-heresies she supposed, but heresy was heresy. Still, they could have been more interesting about it. She left the bodies for the others to examine...corpses did contain data, but that sort of analysis wasn't her specialty. Instead she turned her attention back to Muth, favoring him with a carefully cultivated look of sympathetic concern to try and put him at ease. After all, they were here to help. "Yes, Magos Kamarovich did mention that your claims have gone unheeded thus far," she said. "Who did you make your reports to, if I may ask? We may need to discuss matters with them ourselves. And the clerk you spoke with at the freight warehouse, if you still have their information that would be helpful as well. We have to cover all the bases, you understand." Whatever information Muth had to provide them with would be helpful, but more than that Agatha studied the man himself as he replied, analyzing the nuance of his answers, somatic tics, respiration, pupil dilation and more. Was the Servitorix being completely forthcoming with them, or was he perhaps holding something back? There was only one way to find out. *** Inquiry is a bit long for this and Andrew seems disposed towards us already so I don't think Charm is necessary or useful here, but I would like to use Scrutiny to see if perhaps he isn't being entirely truthful with us and/or leaving interesting details out of things. That's a base TN of 40 barring other modifiers. pre:Homeworld: Hive World
Background: Adeptus Mechanicus
Role: Seeker
WS: 25
BS: 35
STR: 25
TOU: 30
AGI: 30
INT: 50
PER: 40
WIL: 25
FEL: 40
INF: 30
+Agility, +Perception
-Willpower
Aptitudes: Perception, Knowledge, Fellowship, Intelligence,
Agility, Social, Tech
Fate: 3
Divination 87: Innocence is an illusion.
Gain the Keen Intuition talent.
Skills:
Awareness
Charm
Common Lore (Adeptus Mechanicus)
Deceive
Dodge
Forbidden Lore (Archaeotech)
Inquiry +10
Linguistics (Low Gothic, Techna-Lingua)
Logic
Scholastic Lore (Cryptology)
Scrutiny
Security
Tech Use
Talents:
Clues From the Crowds
Keen Intuition
Mechadendrite Use (Utility)
Weapon Training (SP)
Traits:
Mechanicus Implants
Traits & Bonuses:
Teeming Masses in Metal Mountains: Ignore crowds for purposes
of movement, +20 to Navigate (Surface) tests.
Replace the Weak Flesh: Count cybernetics/bionics as two
levels more available.
Nothing Escapes My Sight: Spend a Fate point to automatically
succeed at an Awareness or Inquiry test with DoS equal to your
Perception bonus.
Gear:
Autogun, Monotask Servitor Skull (utility), Imperial Robes,
2 Vials of Sacred Unguents
Requisitions:
Augur Array, Interface Port, Flak Cloak
Exp: 2000/2000
Dodge 200xp
Inquiry 300xp +10
Fellowship +5 100xp
Intelligence +10 350xp
Deceive 100xp
Linguistics (Techna-Lingua) 100xp
Charm 100xp
Scholastic Lore (Cryptology) 100xp
Scrutiny 100xp
Clues From the Crowds 200xp
Perception +5 250xp
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Iggy "Spider" Graves Having spent most of the ride gawking at the sheer scale of an Imperial Hive, Iggy barely noticed the length of the trip. According to the figures on a dataslate he'd "liberated" on the way, Hive Desoleum alone was twice the size of the entire Cauldron, but the place didn't seem too different once you got down far enough. Ferrocrete and metal as far as the eye could see, and the rain even smelled the same. The chill inside the warehouse, on the other hand, was something new. New and deeply unpleasant, to be specific. Shivering slightly even under the winter clothing and hoping it wouldn't start bonding with his skin before they left (explaining that little aspect of his mutations to Mechanicus personnel and convincing them to put down the gun afterward was never easy), Iggy glances around the room and concludes that nothing here was worth trying to steal. drat. Fondling his good-luck necklace distractedly--two yellow cyber-eyes impaled on a mechadendrite--he turns to the bodies and gives them a once over. Yep, they were dead all right. Iggy stares at them for a moment longer, then glances to Muth. "You know what killed these fellas, or are they too rotten? Bullets, overdose, something else?" pre:Name: Iggy "Spider" Graves Homeworld: Forge World (+Int, +T, -Fel) Background: Mutant Role: Assassin Aptitudes: Intelligence, Offence, Agility, Ballistic Skill, Fieldcraft, Finesse, Perception Divination: 55 (Violence Solves Everything) Characteristics: WS: 25 (00) BS: 43 (15 +3 Divination) S: 30 (05) T: 30 (00) Agi: 45 (15 +5) Int: 27 (00 -3 Divination) Per: 40 (15) WP: 30 (05) Fel: 20 (00) Inf: 30 (05) Wounds: 13 Fate: 4 Insanity: 0 Corruption: 10 Skills: Acrobatics Athletics Awareness Common Lore (Adeptus Mechanicus) Dodge +10 Intimidate Forbidden Lore (Mutants) Security Sleight of Hand Stealth +10 Survival Tech-Use Talents: Jaded Quick Draw Rapid Reload Technical Knock Weapon Training (Low-Tech, SP) Traits/Other: Unnatural Agility (1) Abilities/Mutations: Twisted Flesh: A Mutant character can always choose to fail any test associated with resisting malignancy or mutation. Whenever he would gain a malignancy, he may roll on Table 8–16: Mutations to gain a mutation instead. Sure Kill: In addition to the normal uses of Fate points (see page 293), when an Assassin successfully hits with an attack, he may spend a Fate point to inflict additional damage equal to his degrees of success on the attack roll on the first hit the attack inflicts. Cursed Fleshmetal: This character’s armour and cybernetic implants become fused with his flesh, and even regenerate. Removing any of these items requires a Challenging (+0) Medicae test; if the test fails, he suffers 1d5 Rending damage to a randomly selected limb that ignores Armour. He can make an Ordinary (+10) Toughness test to repair items merged with him, in the same manner as a Tech-Use test to repair the same equipment, but suffers 1 Corruption point. Gear: Sniper Rifle Shotgun Grapnel and Line Flak Cloak Heavy Leathers Combat Vest Stimm (2 doses) Stummer Acquisitions: Sniper Rifle (-10 Scarce) Flak Cloak (-10 Scarce) Stummer (+0 Average) XP Spent 2000/2000 Acrobatics-100 Dodge-200 Dodge +10-400 Stealth-100 Stealth +10-200 Security-200 Sleight of Hand-200 Awareness-100 Agi +5-100 Rapid Reload-200 Quick Draw-200
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Uriel Felix Like his fellows, Uriel shivered, but not because of the cold-- the cold-weather coat insulated nicely, even in the chilly warehouse. No, what kept Uriel glancing furtively downward was the endless vapor of misery that drifted upward from the vast underhive below. Untold souls locked in complete and perpetual suffering, forced to struggle each day, to kill for the right to continue onward in their unfortunate track? That's bound to leave a mark on the Immaterium, and Uriel could feel it tickling at the back of his brain. He swallowed. Leaving the specialized inquiry to others more suited to the task-- when Uriel started asking questions, people got real nervous-- the psyker closed his eyes and reached out with his other senses, in a way that had become almost habit by now. He doubted there was much Warp activity going on this close to the heart of Hive Desoleum, but it was always best to be certain. *** Making a Psyniscience test, at a base TN of 60. pre:Name: Uriel Felix Homeworld: Voidborn (+WP, +Int, -Str) Background: Adeptus Astra Telepathica Role: Mystic Aptitudes: Intelligence, Knowledge, Perception, Willpower, *Agility, Defense, Psyker Divination: Violence Solves Everything (56) Characteristics: WS: 25 [2] BS: 35 [3] S: 20 [2] T: 30 [3] Agi: 45 [4] Int: 35 [3] Per: 40 [4] WP: 50 [5] Fel: 25 [2] Inf: 25 [2] Wounds: 12 Fate: 4 Psy Rating: 2 Insanity: 0 Corruption: 0 Skills: Awareness Common Lore (Adeptus Astra Telepathica) Common Lore (Adeptus Mechanicus) Deceive Dodge Forbidden Lore (The Warp) Psyniscience +10 Scrutiny Tech-Use Talents: Resistance (Psyker powers) - +10 to resist psychic powers Strong Minded - Can re-roll failed WP tests to resist psychic powers Sanctioned - Do not start with Corruption, start at psy rating 2 Warp Sense - Psyniscience as Free Action Weapon Training (Las) Weapon Training (Low-Tech) Psychic Powers: Pyromancy: - Manipulate Flame - Spontaneous Combustion Telekinesis: - Telekinetic Control Telepathy: - Telepathic Link - Erasure - Dominate Traits/Other: Child of the Dark: Start with Strong Minded, +30 to move in microgravity Psyker The Constant Threat: Increase or decrease Psychic Phenomena roll by Willpower bonus Equipment: Laspistol Staff Flak cloak (+3 ARM to all) Psy Focus-- vial of earth from Terra (+10 to Focus Power tests) Cybercat, by the name of Martia XP Purchases: WP (Simple): 100 WP (Intermediate): 250 AGI (Simple): 250 Psyniscience: 100 Dodge: 100 Psyniscience +10: 200 Warp Sense: 200 Manipulate Flame: 100 Spontaneous Combustion: 200 Telekinetic Control: 100 Telepathic Link: 100 Erasure: 100 Dominate: 200
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  Kai "Taxman" Lars Desoleum. Hive World. He could rattle off atmospheric contents, population numbers, raw material inputs and production good outputs. Rumors of rivalry developing between different Bishops and Priests, noble family feuds and any other facts that anyone cared to know. But it was still impressive to see the immense mountain of metal, ceramite and living, breathing humanity. He tightened his armor before putting a loose cloak over it to attract less attention. He was muscle, and besides he was with a veritable coterie of Tech Priests and mechanicus adepts. No one stopped them. Most quickly moved aside and averted their gaze as they walked. Life continued around them. Massive trains moving men and materials, arteries of the Hive. The hab blocks started at the floor and rose to the ceiling, unending rows that went on for kilometers. As they traveled he picked up snippets of the billions of lives that they passed. A mother and child at a market, a group of workers blackened by soot and smoke slowly trudging away from the forges. "Come on Tony, time to pay the money you owe us," he hears to his side. Down an alley he sees two men, one with a chainsword and the other with a lasgun, escorting a frightened man away. Collectors of a different kind - Kai felt a kinship toward them. But he did not like the cold freeze, or the eccentric tech priest in charge of it. This all seemed too cut and dry, and things were never that easy. He was immediately suspicious and kept his eyes on their contact, trying to search for any lies or deceit. Will also use Scrutiny to see if Muth is lying. Perception 42 + 20 (Scrutiny) -> TN 62 before modifieres. pre:Name: Kai "Taxman" Lars Homeworld: Forge World Background: Adeptus Administratum Role: Seeker Divination: A suspicious mind is a healthy mind. Wounds 13 Fate 3 Fatigue Insanity Corruption A Healthy Mind: May re-roll Awareness tests to avoid being Surprised. Master of Paperwork: An Adeptus Administratum character counts the Availability of all items as one level more available (Very Rare items count as Rare, Average items count as Common, etc.). Nothing Escapes My Sight: In addition to the normal uses of Fate points (see page 293), a Seeker character may spend a Fate point to automatically succeed at an Awareness or Inquiry skill test with a number of degrees of success equal to his Perception bonus. Armour - Enforcer Light Carapace Head 5 Larm 5 Rarm 5 Body 5 Lleg 5 Rleg 5 WS 25 + BS 25 + St 25 + Tg 40 + Ag 40 + In 35 + 5 Pr 42 + WP 30 + Fl 20 + In 30 + Aptitudes: Homeworld: Intelligence Background: Knowledge Role: Fellowship, Perception, Social, Tech, Intelligence -> Agility XP spent 2000 XP unspent 0 XP total 2000 Skills: Awareness Common Lore (All) Dodge Linguistics (High Gothic), Logic Medicae Operate (Aeronautica) Security Scholastic Lore (All) Scrutiny +20 Stealth Tech-Use Talents: Infused Knowledge Keen Intuition Technical Knock Weapon Training (Solid) Characteristic increases: Gear: Autopistol, Imperial robes, autoquill, chrono, dataslate, medi-kit Enforcer Light Carapace Best Quality Autogun Chameleoline Cloak XP Log: Scrutiny (100xp) Scrutiny +10 (200xp) Scrutiny +20 (300xp) Awareness (200xp) Stealth (200xp) Dodge (200xp) Operate: Aeronautica (200xp) Infused Knowledge (400xp) Intelligence +5 (100xp) Security (100xp) Kai Lars: http://orokos.com/roll/315136 http://orokos.com/roll/315138
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A small sigh escapes Muth's lips, the size seemingly increased by the volume of visible cold air that accompanies it. "I do not know 100% what killed them. Despite the work I do here, I am no Biologos, I only know enough of biology to know how to safely remove and attach implants onto servitors, nothing else. Most of the bodies were given over to the local authorities, as I do not exactly have any right to just keep non-Mechanicus bodies on ice. I did recall seeing bullet wounds on some, lacerations on others. If those caused the deaths, I cannot say. You are welcome to examine these two bodies here; I paid some hive wretches good thrones to bring me any bodies like this they find before the local Enforcers are called, you see." The diminutive old man walks his way over to a small desk, and pulls out a dataslate. "This contains the correspondences that I sent to the warehouse and the higher levels of the Mechanicus." He tosses it to Agatha. A quick glance at the dataslate reveals a few communications to an Overseer Kile at the freight consolidation warehouse about the servitors to which the registered components belong to, and his response indicating that those servitors are still on the warehouse floor. There are also a few communications to a few Mechanicus adepts, with the last one belonging to Logister Maximal which had no reply. If Muth is lying or concealing anything, Neither Kai or Agatha can tell. The chopshop contains a constant psychic backdrop of "white noise" left behind by the servitors that Uriel cannot penetrate. Both of the perception tests and the psyniscience test were failed. I am also trying something new here by underlining things that may be clues or avenues of questioning, akin to old adventure games. I am doing this because things I have found to be important in prior games players have completely missed since my mind focuses on things others do not. Do not think that your avenues of inquiry are limited only to these things, and do not assume that just because something is underlined that a current NPC being talked to knows anything. Consider them sign posts. If it ends up being a stupid idea let me know, and I'll cut it off.
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 TETRA-719-4388 TETRA-719-4388 never had an extended want for diversions whilst within the labyrinthine bulkheads of the voidship. Though not bound by obligation, she volunteered her talents for the mending of flesh and metal with aplomb, and scarcely within a week developed a reputation on board for quick and clean surgical work - despite her (lack of) slabside manner. She managed to secure a small corner of a mid-ship infirmary for herself, and over time work crews started asking for her by name whenever there was an industrial accident. Despite an attitude as cold and as dry as the dunes of ancient Mars, word of her departure was met with disappointment among the ratings and crew. Desoleum. Hive-world. An organism that metabolized and mobilized and ate and produced on a cyclopean scale, its bones reaching for the void above and plunging into the silica drifts below. Communication networks like neurons; transit infrastructure as a vascular system; Arbites, PDF, and local law enforcement playing the part of an immune system standing vigilant against invasions without and cancers within. With the proper perspective, she would be in her element, plying the interconnected concrete tissues and scrutinizing cellular individuals for pathogenic behavior. All musings whilst rolling, endlessly, into the depths of the hive - down glittering canyons of plasteel. Of the others on her team, she knew their heart rates and skeletal densities and baseline cortisol levels and how far they were on their journey to cybernetic perfection, and that is all she cares to know in the meantime. Disembarkation from their conveyance, then an entrance to a servitoreum. Sevitorix Minorus Andrew Muth. Associate of Magos Karamovich, a possibility she would have surmised just by his noospheric imprint alone. She remains silent through his greetings and advice, donning for one of the cryo-resistant coats optimal for back-mounted mechadendrites - her own flexing through the back-slit of the coat as she puts it over her crimson robes. She straightens the immaculately white facemask she usually adorns, and accompanies their contact deeper into the facility, and their task. She waits through Cortess' and Graves' (colorful) questioning before quietly walking up to the two hanging bodies. After Muth's replies and observations end, she speaks. "I'm a member of the Ordo Biologos - Resusatrix, Fourth Order. Might I examine these in depth?" she asks, orbiting both (clumsily preserved) corpses. Her medical mechadendrite's robotic arm swivels around and archs over her shoulder like a scorpion's tail, the larger instruments articulating outwards and a protective casing splitting, folding open to reveal numerous finer instruments calibrating with the sound of mechanical whirring and clicking. She then points to a pair of empty tables. "Provided I can also borrow a pair of operating tables? Medicae test, base TN of 90 (50int +10 skill +10 medicae mechadendrite +20 Master Chirurgeon) to examine the bodies. Chymistry test, base TN of 50 (50int) to perform a blood serum analysis/identify the compounds in the intact Servitor Chem Unit. Tech-Use test, base TN of 70 (50int +10 skill +10 utility mechadendrite) to look for evidence of tampering and perform general analysis of the Servitor Chem Unit. quote:Name: TETRA-719-4388 contagonist fucked around with this message at 08:59 on Aug 19, 2015 |
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Gruben The journey to Desoleum brought back familiar feeling - the jostling of the lander, the ever-present hum of the warp craft's systems, the smell of a hundred machine fluids mixed together. It has been a long time since Gruben has been surrounded by this much metal. And people. He had also forgotten just how loud it got when people lived so close together. Although 'living' may be too generous a term, given how wretched things were on the world. Gruben skims the dataslate over Cortess' shoulder. "This Logister Maximal seems like an aloof one. Have you ever met him or Overseer Kile? What are they like?" Gruben asks genially. I'm not sure I have any skills that will be useful here so I'm just going to chat up Muth while Tetra works. pre:Name: Gruben Heldenhammer Homeworld: Frontier World (+BS +Per -Fel) Background: Imperial Guard Role: Sage Aptitudes: Ballistic Skill, Fieldcraft, Intelligence, Knowledge, Perception, Tech, Willpower Divination: Only in death does duty end. The first time this character would suffer Fatigue each session, he suffers that amount of Fatigue minus 1 (to a minimum of 0) instead. Characteristics: WS: 25 (25) BS: 40 (30 + 10) S: 30 (25 + 5) T: 30 (25 + 5) Agi: 30 (25 + 5) Int: 45 (25 + 15 + 5) Per: 35 (30 + 5) WP: 40 (25 + 15) Fel: 20 (20) Inf: 30 (25 + 5) Wounds: 12 Fate: 3 Insanity: 0 Corruption: 0 Skills: Athletics Command Common Lore (Imperial Guard) Common Lore (Adeptus Mechanicus) Forbidden Lore (Archaeotech) Navigate (Surface) Operate (Surface) Scholastic Lore (Legend) Security Survival Tech Use +20 Talents: Ambidextrous Precision Killer (Ranged) Weapon Training (Las) Weapon Training (Low-Tech) Traits/Other: Rely on None but Yourself: A frontier world character gains a +20 bonus to Tech-Use tests when applying personal weapon modifications, and a +10 bonus when repairing damaged items. Hammer of the Emperor: When attacking a target that an ally attacked since the end of the Guardsman’s last turn, the Guardsman can re-roll any results of 1 or 2 on damage rolls. Quest for Knowledge: In addition to the normal uses of Fate points (see page 293), a Sage character may spend a Fate point to automatically succeed at a Logic or any Lore skill test with a number of degrees of success equal to his Intelligence bonus. Equipment: Lasgun combat vest Imperial Guard flak armour grapnel and line 12 lho sticks magnoculars Hot-Shot Charge Packs (3) Long-Las (Modified Stock) XP Purchases: free - Common Lore (Adeptus Mechanicus) free - Tech Use 100 - Simple Per 100 - Simple Int 100 - Forbidden Lore (Archaeotech) 200 - Tech Use +10 300 - Tech Use +20 100 - Security 100 - Survival 450 - Precision Killer (Ranged) 450 - Marksman 100 - Scholastic Lore (Legend) Spent: 2000 Starting Acquisitions: Long-Las Modified Stock Hot-Shot Charge Packs (3)
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Computatrix 1st Class Agatha Cortess Agatha nodded politely as Servitorix Muth explained the situation, splitting her focus between the words he was saying and the way he said them. Either the man was a better liar than she suspected or he was telling the truth as far as he understood it. Whichever it was she doubted that she'd learn more by continuing to press him for answers...she wasn't an Inquisitor, after all. "Hmm, I see," she said thoughtfully, giving Tetra the noospheric equivalent of a respectful nod as the Resusatrix went to work examining the corpses. She trusted both the other woman's skill and analytical capabilities. Hopefully the dead would have more answers for them than the living did. "We may need to give this Overseer Kile a visit ourselves. If the errant servitors all trace back to this one warehouse in particular than either he's involved himself or someone else who has access to the warehouse is, and that makes him a person to talk to either way. What do you say, 'Taxman?'," she asked Kai, favoring the former Administratum agent with a playful grin. "Up to administering a surprise audit?" Almost as an afterthought she turned her attention back to Muth. "Oh, and that reminds me. Do you mind if we hang on to one of these chem-rigs once our colleague is through with her examination? Having some leverage to hold over the Overseer might help make him more cooperative." *** I've got no further skills to try at this time, just waiting for everyone else to do what they want to do (and or introduce their characters, MaliciousOnion). I think the warehouse the servitors are supposed to have come from is a good place to start but I'm happy to let everyone else throw in their own suggestion/request.
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Uriel Felix Uriel shook his head, a dazed expression on his face. The dull, sourceless psychic fog that filled this warehouse was getting to him; already he realized his companions had been speaking, but he wasn't entirely sure what they'd said. He mentally reviewed the past few moments in his mind. He was fairly certain someone had mentioned going to see Overseer Kile. Gratefully, he seized upon the opportunity. "I think it would be a good idea to speak with this Overseer Kile," he put in, rubbing a hand across his face without really thinking about it. "And it might be a good idea to ask whoever brought these bodies in where they found them. That way, we can trace the trail of these servitors back from both ends. Hopefully we'll find what we're looking for in the middle."
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Kai "Taxman" LarsKai Tave posted:"What do you say, 'Taxman?'," she asked Kai, favoring the former Administratum agent with a playful grin. "Up to administering a surprise audit?" "With extreme prejudice. Although if I'm honest, I almost expect those servitors to be there as well." Not going to turn that down.
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Iggy "Spider" Graves If he'd been capable of it, Iggy would've paled at the mention of cutting up the corpses. Medical procedures always brought up memories of the Chopper's fortress. Screaming captives strapped down to tables, being cut up by servitors while still awake. Fleshbeasts wandering the halls, the victims woven into them still screaming... Refusing to look at Tetra or the operating tables, he forced the nightmare out of his head and ran through Muth's words in his head a few times. There was an avenue the others weren't pursuing. Maybe they knew better, or maybe they just didn't have the right...point of view. "So talking to Overseer Kile's a good idea, but let's think about this from two angles. Okay, so there's gotta be a pattern to the bodies, but we might not see it from just two of 'em. Whoever's selling chem units, I'm guessing they can't steal too many at once, right? Somebody would notice, trust me. So they probably only sell to one or two gangs. And I know how your average gang works. They always got marks to let you know who they run with: tattoos, piercings, scars, stuff like that. You said you gave the bodies to the local authorities. Who's that, the Enforcers? And those hive wretches you mentioned, where can I find them? If we can figure out what marks most of the bodies got, we can figure out what gangs are buying chem units."
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 Marcus Kilmore Marcus remains aloof as the others deal with Muth. He had rejected the cold weather gear; the subdermal armor did a good job of insulating what mattered, and he moves across the room with both hands tucked into the small of his back.. Once the biologos had taken a look at the chem unit on the table, Kilmore carefully lifted it up with his utility mechandrite, inspecting it quietly. After a moment he sets it back down, serial number up, and digs into his pocket for his dataslate, taking a moment to jot down the number. He turns to Muth, his face devoid of emotion and dataslate in hand. He glances to the Taxman and the Computatrix. "For once, I agree with Agatha. We will need to verify that these chem-units are actually in inventory at the warehouse in question. Though.." He pauses, hefting the device again and bringing it in front of his face. "I do wonder if the serial numbers have been altered in any way.." Logic or tech-use, not sure which, to see if the chem-unit's serial number has been modified in any way. A 4 filed and etched to look like a 7, etc. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4852454/ rolled a 17 vs 40 Name: Maurice Kilmer Homeworld: Frontier World Background: Adeptus Mechanicus Role: Pentient Aptitudes: Ballistic Skill, Agility, Fieldcraft, Intelligence, Ofence, Toughness, Tech Divination: The only true fear is dying without your duty done. Characteristics: WS: 30 (25+5) BS: 40 (30+10) S: 30 (25+5) T: 30 (25+5) Agi: 35 (25+10) Int: 30 (25+5) Per: 30 WP: 40 (25+15) Fel: 20 Inf: 30 (25+5) Wounds: 12 Fate: 4 Insanity: 0 Corruption: Skills: Awareness Common Lore (Adeptus Mechanicus) Logic Security Tech-Use Talents: Deny the Witch Flagelleant Frenzy Mechandrite Use (Utility) Quick Draw Resistance (Fear, Psychic Powers) Technical Knock Weapon Training (SP, Chain) Traits/Other: Mechanicus Implants Abilities/Mutations: Rely on None but Yourself: A frontier world character gains a +20 bonus to Tech-Use tests when applying personal weapon modiications, and a +10 bonus when repairing damaged items. Cleansing Pain: Whenever a Penitent character sufers 1 or more points of damage (after reductions for Toughness bonus and Armour), he gains a +10 bonus to the first test he makes before the end of his next turn. Replace the Weak Flesh: An Adeptus Mechanicus character counts the Availability of all cybernetics as two levels more available (Rare items count as Average, Very Rare items count as Scarce, etc.). Unfriendly Feelings: An Untouchable's Fellowship characteristic always counts as one-half (rounding up) its value for tests or other game usage. When interacting with anyone who has a psy rating or the Psyniscience skill, the Fellowship characteristic counts as 1. Psychic Null: The character gains the Deny the Witch talent. He also gains a +20 bonus when making Evasion tests against psychic attacks and when making Opposed tests to resist psychic powers. This talent stacks with Resistance (Psychic Powers) and can be purchased multiple times; each time a character purchases it, increase the bonus it grants by +5. Gear: Cranial Armor Autogun Utility Mechandrite Imperial Robes 2 vials of sacred unguents Acquisitions: Cranial Armor Subskin Armor Chainsword XP Spent 2000/2000 Untouchable 300 Psychic Null 900 Quick Draw 300 Technical Knock 200 Weapon Training (Chain) 300 Divination, Fate Threshold (6+): 1d100 76 1d10 9
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Mono Mono stands quietly to one side, shivering despite the thick coat wrapped around her. She watches the Resusatrix examine the bodies coldly. Without diverting her attention, she asks, "What's with the 'Unauthorized Ingenuity'?" pre:Name: Mono Homeworld: Feudal Background: Adeptus Mechanicus Role: Assassin Divination: To war is human. Gain Dodge. If already known, increase Agility by 2 instead. Experience: 0/2000 Aptitudes: Agility, Ballistic Skill, Fieldcraft, Finesse, Perception, Tech, Weapon Skill. Advances: WS +5 250 Ag +5 100 Ag +10 250 Acrobatics 100 Dodge +10 400 Stealth 100 Stealth +10 200 Weapon Training (Shock) 200 Blademaster 400 Characteristics: WS 45 (30 + 10 + 5) BS 30 (25 + 5) S 30 (25 + 5) T 30 (25 + 5) Ag 50 (25 + 15 + 10) Int 30 (20 + 10) Per 30 (30 + 0) WP 30 (25 + 5) Fel 25 (25 + 0) Inf 30 (25 + 5) Wounds: 14 Fate: 4 Insanity: 0 Corruption: 0 Skills: Acrobatics Awareness Common Lore (Adeptus Mechanicus) Dodge +10 Logic Security Stealth +10 Tech-Use Talents: Blademaster Jaded Mechadendrite Use (Utility) Weapon Training (Shock, Solid Projectile) Traits/Bonuses: At Home in Armour: Ignore the maximum Agility value imposed by any worn armour. Mechanicus Implants: Character has mechanical augmentations. Replace the Weak Flesh: Count the Availability of all cybernetics as two levels more available. Sure Kill: On a successful hit, may spend a Fate point to inflict additional damage equal to DoS on the attack roll on the first hit the attack inflicts. Gear: Autogun Shock Maul Subskin Armour Optical mechadendrite Imperial robes 2 vials of sacred unguents Multikey
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TETRA quickly gets to work examining the bodies. A cursory glance reveals a life of violence. Each body has multiple old wounds, cuts, puncture wounds indicative of being stabbed, the self cauterized wounds of a las-shot, and various other wounds. Judging by the scars, the wounds that would have required stitching was done by someone with practically no medical knowledge, all of which is normal for hive gangers. As for cause of death, that is also relatively easy to determine. The body with the chem injector attached has multiple bullet holes, with three of them being instant killers, and another half dozen would have been fatal. The body without the chem injector has a giant gash across the chest, likely caused by a chain weapon. Without seeing the actual murder scene she can't be sure, but TETRA is rather positive that the wound would have caused the victim to have suffocated to death as the gash ruptured both lungs. Investigating the area around where the chem injectors were inserted, TETRA notices much better suture work than the old wounds. Whomever attached the chem injectors had some modicum of medicae training, but based on how poorly the injector on the one body is installed, no experience with installing cybernetics. The person is potentially a veteran guard medic, perhaps even a Chirurgeon from a Medicae academy, but not mechanicus. Yeah, you rolled an 11, so if there is anything else about the bodies you wish to know, just ask. 8 DoS is enough to know anything. TETRA has no luck in identifying any toxins in the chem injector or the bodies. Oh yes, the bodies have multiple different chems within their system, but she cannot say for certain if the chem injectors had deposited them in there. When investigating the injectors, TETRA is unable to isolate any individual compound. It appears multiple different chems had been put in there, and their intermingling has led to a "chem soup" with nothing identifiable. Only to roll a 100 on the chem use test. both TETRA and Marcus turn their attention to the chem injectors. Other than the fact that they are all damaged beyond repair, the two can gleam nothing more from the units. It is easily visible that the outer serial markings had been intentionally damaged, though not altered. 72 roll for Tetra and 71 for Kilmore. Meanwhile, the others continue to grill Muth. "I have met the Logister at Lower Manufatorum Mechanicus Quarterly meeting once. Only briefly. He seemed like a man that was deeply invested in his job of logistics. He talked for five minutes about changing the way cargo containers were loaded as it would increase efficiency by .0985%, leading to a savings of 1.2 servitor hours per year. I never met the Overseer, he only ever responded via written message." He walks over to the injector units while Tetra and Marcus toy with them, "As for the local authorities yes I do mean the Enforcers. Some dead hive gangers certainly are not within the jurisdiction of the Arbites, even if those bodies have stolen Mechanicus implants. They would be the Enforcers assigned to 'Outflow City'. Outflow City is nothing more than a ghetto of shacks and rusting shipping containers that the dregs and outcasts that even the underhive doesn't want live. Mostly subsisting by scavenging what comes out of the outflow pipes at the base of the hive. That is where you will find the hive wretches. I cannot give you any particular names. I think I only met one wretch more than once. The turnover rate is rather high. But word travels among them very quickly." At the question from Mono, the Noosphere around Muth is flooded with aggression and chastisement signifiers directed at the assassin. That is none of your business little one, and it has no bearing on the current investigation. I suggest you begin investigating. And no, you man not take any of these chem units with you." Okay Maliciousonion took the bait. Muth will no longer cooperate unless someone can pass an appropriate social test to regain his good will. So far I gather these as your potential routes of investigation: 1. Investigate the warehouse and Overseer Kile. 2. Head to Outflow City to speak with the Local Authorities and and hive wretches. As this is a larger group of players, I will allow you to split up to investigate multiple routes at once, but not more than two groups at a time, just for my sake. You can take any other route of investigation, but most of you indicated you want to check out the Overseer, and at least one of you indicated tracking down the hive wretches or talking to the Enforcers.
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Computatrix 1st Class Agatha Cortess If looks could kill, Mono would have been a smoking pair of boots on the floor. Unfortunately Agatha lacked the augmetics for that, so she settled for a pointed glare accompanied by a forceful noospheric rebuke, a complex pattern of glyphs which suggested that the assassin's higher thought processes were due for an overhaul. ::Honestly, that's not the sort of thing you just ask someone,:: she subvocalized over a point-to-point private channel. ::Just stick to stabbing people and leave the talking to the grown-ups, why don't you.:: With a quick breath she schooled her features, turning a hopefully mollifying expression towards the angry Servitorex. "You'll have to excuse her," she said, "she's from a primitive world where they haven't rediscovered tact yet. We're not here to investigate you," she reassured him, though privately she had considered the possibility already, "only this highly distressing matter, which your assistance could prove vital to solving." Even tech-priests weren't immune to flattery. "Now I understand your reluctance to allow any of the technology under your care to go wandering but it could be what secures a confession from this Overseer Kile...or whoever it is that's responsible for all this." *** Agatha will give Charm a spin to try and bring Muth back around, base TN is 40, still not gonna spend a fate point, looking forward to more glorious failure. Pass or fail, I've already established that I'm willing to go pester Overseer Kile so I'll be a part of that group.
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Uriel Felix Even Uriel winced at the defensive tone in Muth's voice. Waves of unpleasant emotion washed from the Mechanicus operative, and the mop-headed psyker swayed slightly as the mood in the room underwent a warp change. "I think I'll go and speak with those hive wretches," he put in, despairing of any chance to mollify Muth. "If need be, the Emperor (blessed be his name) will not object to the use of straightforward tactics when dealing with them. The Overseer will need more diplomacy, and I'm not much for smiling and making nice. Something about being a witch one step from damnation." He cracked a faint grin. I'll go and have a chat with the hive wretches; at least if I crack their heads open like walnuts nobody will actually complain. Probably.
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Aug 24, 2015 06:02
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Kai "Taxman" Lars For his part, Kai didn't see what everyone was getting upset about. After all, if this... Muth was engaging in unlicensed and unapproved technological studies then protocols clearly dictated that they were going to come back and kill him and probably most people he'd ever met. Possibly forward the termination fee to next of kin, if available and otherwise convert his remains into a servitor to work off the balance. Rules are rules, after all. But there was a hierarchy of importance and right now Muth was kind of at the bottom of it, "I will inspect the warehouse overseen by Overseer Kile. I agree with Felix that one of our 'augmented personalities' come along to smooth things over, at least. If the rest of you decide to go hunting for wretches I'd be expecting a fight.."
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Iggy "Spider" Graves Iggy shifts uncomfortably in place, wondering what had just happened. Most of the ways the Mechanicus communicated were still a complete mystery to him; he knew the screechy static noises were some kind of language, but occasionally they just seemed to know things about each other on sight. He was guessing that was what just happened. Spooky metal bastards. "I'll, uh, go check the hive wretches with Felix. He'll need some muscle to back up that mind. 'Sides, my rugged good looks seem to make folks uncomfortable, and I'd rather spook a few gangers than a guy with a factory full of servitors."
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TETRA-719-4388 With the blood-serum and stim-injector examinations yielding inconclusive results, TETRA turns her attentions back to the bodies - specifically, the one riddled with bullet wounds. Her medicae mechadendrite clicks, bends over backwards as she steps back over the body - small solvent jets cleaning the finer instruments of red viscera before a micro-gust of air dries them. It coils back over her shoulder, hovering just above one of the puncture wounds as a pair of fine manipulators extrude from a shining metallic cylinder. She sets about extracting the bullets to compare them to each other, all the while leaving her arms crossed under her chest. "As far as my further deployment goes," she says, over the wet squishing noises made by her extraction, "Caution would dictate I venture with Uriel and Graves to the Hive Wretches. Violence is probable, and the sooner their inevitable wounds are treated the better, especially in such a(n) (un)sterile environment." contagonist fucked around with this message at 08:59 on Aug 27, 2015 |
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Mono "I'm not a child," Mono cries as soon as they leave the servitorium, glaring at Agatha. "Throne, how was I supposed to know he'd be all stuck up about it?" Despite not particularly wanting to be near the Computatrix, she tags along to the warehouse to visit the Overseer.
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Aug 27, 2015 11:16
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Kai "Taxman" Lars "Unauthorized Ingenuity is a serious offense, as I understand. If you notice, don't announce it. Just tell us later, we'll probably be killing the offender in due course. But you don't announce that to the person, obviously. It makes them antsy, and their execution much more troublesome. And you are a child, but you're also a team member so thank you for bringing his indiscretions to our attention. But by my estimate we've got at least, two dozen people who we're going to chew through before he hits the top of the heretek list on this world. Let's leave him in the dark he's on the list, eh?"
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Aug 29, 2015 03:47
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Computatrix 1st Class Agatha Cortess "If Magos Kamarovich wanted Muth dead she'd have more expedient ways of seeing to it than shipping us to Desoleum," Agatha pointed out once they were away from the refrigerated warehouse and out of earshot. "For now our priority should be this business with the missing servitors and the chem-rigs. So how are we doing this then? If I can get a few private moments with the warehouse's cogitators then that could tell us everything we need to know, assuming they have anything resembling a proper surveillance array in place. Of course whoever's responsible might be accommodating enough to start running as soon as we start asking questions and save us all some trouble." She glanced aside at Mono, keeping a watchful eye on the girl who seemed determined to follow them to Overseer Kile's warehouse. "if someone does run from us, then you can stab them," she went on. "Politely, of course."
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Aug 29, 2015 05:41
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Uriel Felix "I will say," murmured the mopheaded psyker, "he didn't smell like a heretek. At least, not the kind you're usually supposed to stab." He frowned. "More... nutty. Like someone left his brain too long in the heat inductor. But Mechanicus minds are hard." He nodded to Graves and Tetra. "Just us to go find the human waste and have a fun chat with it? Lovely."
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Aug 29, 2015 13:58
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Gruben "It's obvious the Overseer is covering something up. I don't know what you all hope to learn from the hive wretches, but whatever it is will just lead us to the Overseer anyway. Better we go straight there. Either me or Agatha should be able to get what we need from the cogitators there if Kile doesn't fold under pressure." I was hoping we'd be able to bring one of the injector units to the warehouse as proof the Overseer is lying but it looks like everyone is assuming we've already left Muth and at 20 Fel Gruben isn't really the most capable of changing his mind.
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Aug 29, 2015 14:48
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Clanpot Shake posted:I was hoping we'd be able to bring one of the injector units to the warehouse as proof the Overseer is lying but it looks like everyone is assuming we've already left Muth and at 20 Fel Gruben isn't really the most capable of changing his mind. Depending on how my Charm roll shakes out we might still have one, I just didn't want my posting to stall while waiting for the results. If it succeeded we can assume that we're bringing one along.
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Last Chances: Computatrix 1st Class Agatha Cortess tries her best to smooth over the insult that Mono indirectly made through means verbal, binary and Noospheric, but nothing seems to dampen the threat signifiers coming from the man. The group thinks it best to leave, and pursue the leads they got from Muth. Agatha, Lars, Mono and Gruben agree to go and check out the freight consolidation warehouse, while Felix, Graves, TETRA and Kilmore head down to the indicated location outside the hive to try and gather evidence there. Rolled 78 on the charm test. Muth remains uncooperative at this point. Choosing to follow up with him on the results of some of your leads later on may make him soften back to you. A paranoid mechanicus loves nothing more than knowing he's right! Logistical Nightmare: Cortess and company make their way to the indicated Consolidation Warehouse. Luckily it is only a few levels up, so the group can forgo getting a cab and instead take some Pedestrian lifts up. As this level is mostly manufacturing, there is nothing at all odd about a group of Mechanicus and others walking around. The group finally makes their way to the consolidation warehouse, or at least as close as they can. The warehouse itself hangs off the side of the hive. A three hundred meter long gangway goes from the "edge" of the hive, over to the warehouse. A gatehouse sits at one end of the bridge. Full Cargo Haulers enter through the right hand gate, and empty haulers exit the left hand side. Next to the left hand side, a small personnel elevator sits likely leading to a pedestrian footbridge under the gangway. A few Pictcorders are positioned on the gatehouse, though it is unclear if they are for security or for automatically scanning the plates of incoming and exiting vehicles. Down and Out. The other group has a much further distance to travel to get to the indicated pipe outflow. A long cab ride takes the group as far as the edge of the hive, where the cab driver indicates that the cab company insurance doesn't cover losses for where they are headed. The group has to find one of the few large freight elevators that travel up and down the outer length of the hive. They finally get aboard one, and slowly descend unknown hundreds of meters down to the hive base. The descent takes a couple hours, with them as practically the only persons aboard. After about 45 minutes, the side of the hive changes from even the lower hive to the underhive. There are no stops off at during this part of the descent. The sides of the hive are rusted and decayed, with the occasional dart of movement past a hole, or distant reverberating sound of gunfire. Eventually, the elevator stops on the ground, at the very base of the hive. A small little community has sprung up at the base of the "Great Lift" but this is not the outflow location that they are looking for. The group must hire a local cab driver with the rusted remains of an old automobile pulled by some local equine variant to take them another two hours to the indicated outflow pipe. Before the group reaches it they see it. The "pipe" is massive; it is several hundred meters around. At the base is the indicated Hive outcast shanty town. The town is made up of dozens of cargo containers converted into hovels. One has an electric sign over it saying Up Shite Creek Saloon. The only other building of note is Small prefab building likely belonging to the Small enforcer Presence down here. Okay, I confirmed with dyne in IRC where he wanted to go. To speed things along, you can all feel free to roll your skill checks yourself in Orokos and post the results for any skills you think might be useful like awareness, lores, etch. However, Do not assume that you succeeded or failed the test, as ultimately I know what the Difficulty modifier is. When I update I will give the indicated test's DC modifier and thus rather you pass or fail.
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Iggy "Spider" Graves If he squinted while looking at this place, it was almost like he'd never left home. Not that there was much left of it by the time he'd left. Graves jumps down off the cart and sniffs the air. In his experience, every town in an underhive had its own unique stench, and this one was no different. It was kind of nice, in an eye-wateringly-horrible way. Iggy glanced back to the others and gave a crooked smirk. "Well, I don't know about all y'all, but I worked up a mighty thirst on that ride. I say we check out the local gossip at the Saloon, maybe sample some rotgut while we're at it. I mean, if we're gonna find out about who found those corpses, it's gonna be there. Not like the Enforcers would sell any bodies they find to Muth, although we could always check them later..."
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Computatrix 1st Class Agatha Cortess Muth was still in a foul temper as they left to begin their investigation which Agatha couldn't precisely blame him for, and yet the man's recalcitrance (and unwillingness to be swayed by her most earnest-seeming flattery) meant that he had refused to loan them a chem-rig to brandish menacingly at anyone suspected of involvement in this little stint of tech-heresy. Nonetheless she'd committed the serial numbers to memory in case the opportunity arose to investigate the warehouse's manifests, or better still their servitor pool directly. Mono had insisted on tagging along which was a questionable blessing...at least if things turned violent she'd be useful in a fight. Gruben's presence was similarly reassuring, and between the feudal worlder and the former Guardsman she felt reasonably secure in their safety if Overseer Kile turned out to be more than an opportunistic warehouse manager. And if nothing else she still had her autogun. Her mood notably brightened when they finally arrived at their destination, a precarious warehouse hanging off the side of the hive, with a gatehouse at one end to admit shipments. That wasn't what brightened her mood though...it was the pictcorders lining the gatehouse, unblinking lens arrays aimed outwards to survey incoming and departing traffic to and from the warehouse. The allure of data called to her...somewhere within the security system's memory banks could be all sorts of information useful to their investigation. It was her duty as one of Magos Kamarovich's agents and as a Computatrix 1st Class to see for herself what the system had seen. "Give me just a minute, won't you?," she said with a slight grin upon her face as she stepped underneath the pictographic array's blind spot so as not to be noticed loitering and reached out with a wireless hand through the noosphere, seeking communion with the pictcorders' primary data-loom. To an outside observer it would seem as though she were praying to the machine spirits, which in a way she was...only Agatha wasn't supplicating, she was hunting. *** It's implied in the text a couple of places that Inquiry can be used to sift information from cogitators and similar data-systems and since Agatha is basically a tech-priest hacker of sorts this is exactly what I'm going to do. And since I'd like to have at least one bit of success before the heat-death of this game I'm going to spend a fate point to say gently caress dice and automatically succeed at an Inquiry check with DoS equal to my Perception bonus, which means 4 DoS in this case. I'm looking for any sorts of activity which might be related to this servitor-chopping business, including vehicle plates of note, suspicious persons or behavior, anything which stands out as unusual or noteworthy. Especially if such activity was flagged by the system but suppressed or not followed up on, assuming that information is available. Kai Tave fucked around with this message at 07:39 on Sep 8, 2015 |
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Kai "Taxman" Lars The administratum agent nodded at Agatha's words and stood guard... casually. He looks over at the gate house, looking for what kind of guards and security might be in this place. Awareness TN42, looking at the gate house for guards and what kind of security seems to be posted outside..
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Uriel FelixDachshundofdoom posted:"Well, I don't know about all y'all, but I worked up a mighty thirst on that ride. I say we check out the local gossip at the Saloon, maybe sample some rotgut while we're at it. I mean, if we're gonna find out about who found those corpses, it's gonna be there. Not like the Enforcers would sell any bodies they find to Muth, although we could always check them later..." Uriel nodded agreement. "If anyone will know details about where these bodies were found, the Saloon is probably the place. And even if not, maybe I'll be able to pick up something from one of the minds there."
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TETRA-719-4388 As they reached the ad-hoc shantytown adjacent to the to the Hive's massive outflow pipe, she half attempted, through smell, color, viscosity and vapor property, to guess the chemical composition of the discharged effluvia - but stopped when she realized that the answer would likely be 'everything.' "The curse of the imperfect universe, perhaps the ultimate wage of our hubris," she starts to muse, leaning forward in the carriage but still keeping her mask-concealed eyes on the runoff. "Waste." Her boots crunch on grit and rusting scraps of metal as they disembark. "The saloon might be a prudent first stop in our investigation, though my appearance at such an establishment - or anywhere here, at all - might be a surprise to the locals. Her gloved hands grasp themselves, sleeves of her white and crimson robe meeting over them. "Though if they ask, say I'm here to... survey the effluence." She looks towards whatever pond - or perhaps lake - of runoff has formed under the pipe, searching the banks for any auspicious corpses. "Which just might be entirely true." Awareness roll to search the banks of the runoff pool for fresh bodies and/or debris of note.
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Logistical Nightmare Agatha reaches up to security pictcorder and accesses it's datastream. Luckily for her, the pictcorder is designed to carry data back and forth, so she gets access to the cogitator bank it is attached to. This Pictcorder is attached to a system that is used to automatically scan coming and going cargo haulers to make sure they have access, with this corder designed to scan outgoing haulers. The system is rather simple; it only confirms if a vehicle is on the list, and informs the system to let that vehicle in, and scans when a vehicle leaves and prints it out on paper for later records. The only thing that seems awkward to Agatha is a little over a year ago the identifier of the adept adding the lists to the system changed. Up until 14 months ago, a Logister Jaheen was uploading the license plate list. After that point, a "General System User" Identifier has been being used, hiding the identity of whomever is adding the lists. By looking at the list, Agatha cannot find anything that looks suspicious; the registered vehicles come, go and come again, so it is hard to place if any vehicle is being given unauthorized access. Down and out The group enters the Shite Creek Saloon. The Saloon is little more than a couple of shipping containers haphazardly welded together. As they enter the dimly lit and smoky establishment, everyone stops what they are doing and looks at the group; it is clear to everyone around that these people are not locals. The group of outcasts and mutants give the mechanicus a wide berth as they enter, and all but clear the bar counter top as they approach. The bartender gives the group a nasty look from his three eyes, and asks what they want.
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Iggy "Spider" Graves Iggy pauses for a moment to scan the crowd inside the bar, sampling the mix of outright hostility and people trying and failing to appear that they had no interest in the newcomers. Muttering something about deja vu, Iggy steps up to the bar and leans against it, then starts speaking loud enough for most of the bar to hear. Hopefully he'd either get some answers, or somebody who knew something would bolt like an idiot. "Alright barman, I ain't gonna waste your time or mine dancing 'round the issue. We got a couple questions--and that's all, just questions--for somebody around here who's been pulling ganger bodies with cybernetics out the sump, selling 'em uphive to a cogboy."
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Computatrix 1st Class Agatha Cortess Agatha ended her noospheric communion with the security system's machine spirits, idly making the sign of the Cog as she terminated the connection and turned her attention back to the analog realm once more. What she'd discovered within the cogitator bank's datastream was unenlightening save for a singular detail which to most people would have seemed like nothing but a minor bureaucratic detail. But to someone like her, whose life's work had been divining not just information but intent from vast oceans of data, the anomaly stood out like a burning flare in the darkness. "It looks like Muth's suspicions about this warehouse are on point, she told the others once she'd made her way back over to them, facing away the pictcorders as she spoke. "I took a little look through the gate's security cogitator banks and found a discrepancy that matches the timeline he gave us for when the first bodies started getting dredged up. About 14 months ago the registered Logister responsible for uploading and maintaining manifest lists of authorized vehicles was suddenly replaced by someone using a 'General System User' account." She waited for their appropriately shocked reactions, but after a few moments of uncomprehending stares she realized some elaboration was in order to help underline the significance of this discovery. "Imagine if an Administratum clerk's reports suddenly started coming in signed with an 'X' instead of his name," she said to Kai by way of explanation. "Or a quartermaster started making requisitions for 'Occupant.' Or..." She hesitated as she came to Mono, casting about for an upbringing-appropriate analogy. "The, ah, king...or is it chieftain...something about grox herds...anyway, the point is that someone's been accessing the security system who doesn't want anyone else to be aware of their identity, and that's a red flag if I've ever seen one. Something's afoot here, whether it's tech-heresy or simply sloppy cogitator discipline. I can't tell which it is without a closer look at their records. Either way I think it's high time we paid this Overseer Kile a visit."
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Mono Mono leans far over the edge of the gangway, spitting down into the empty space below and watching until it disappears from sight. "I get it. Someone's doin' stuff but they ain't telling no one they doin' it. Who used to do it?" she asks. "Maybe they know something."
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Computatrix 1st Class Agatha Cortess Agatha had to admit that Mono's question was an apt one. "The former authorized user on record was a Logister Jaheen. I have no idea if they were transferred, promoted, or vanished into the outwash along with the rest of the bodies...the security cogitators I skimmed through didn't have that data on file...but if he is still alive then we could do worse than asking him a few questions while we're here." With that she made her way over to the personal elevator leading to the pedestrian footbridge running underneath the gangway. "Well, let's go introduce ourselves. Now then...who should we be, do you think?," she asked the others. "Administratum auditing team? Delegation from the Mechanicus? Underhive interests looking to be dealt in on the action? First impressions are the most important, you know."
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Gruben "I see no reason for elaborate lies," Gruben responds. "Overseer Kile is going to lie to us no matter who we say we are, and as open agents of the Mechanicus at least we'll have some pretense for being there. Two of us should keep Kile busy while another logs into their system to find the real info."
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Uriel Felix This bar was a far cry from even the warehouse up-hive; Uriel shivered as the hostility and suspicion of the bar washed against his mental defenses. They didn't like outsiders here, and he wasn't sure he blamed them. He caught a fleeting whisper of a memory, but a loud one, and barely kept his face smooth and unreacting. This was not a kind place. "That's right," he added, with a nod to Graves. "We're here mostly for information, though if you've amasec, that wouldn't go amiss either. And don't worry, we're not enforcers; nobody here is going to get into trouble. Just a chat, that's all, and not the sarcastic-quotes kind of 'chat.'"
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Kai Tave posted:Computatrix 1st Class Agatha Cortess Kai "Taxman" Lars "Either a Mechanicus team, as Gruben says, or a combined Mechanicus-Administratum team. The more complicated we make the story, the less likely it is to hold up. I think the direct mechanicus approach will get us the best result though - with some hired muscle for security."
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