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Armour: Head 8, Body 8, Arms 8, Legs 20
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Legion Bolt Pistol 30m S/2/– 1d10+9X Pen.4 8/8 Half Tearing
Legion Combat Knife 1d10+11R Pen.2
Legion Chainsword 1d10+14R Pen.3 Tearing, Balanced
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Ahemait The sorcerer ducks, cursing the girl as she starts to open fire. Multiple thoughts race through his mind on how to handle this situation but when he sees she is all but killed and welded to the floor, Ahemait can't help but grin. The girl had never impressed him and had never done much for his plans, and here she had almost ruined them, but he knew how to spin this. Ahemait steps out of cover, his hands up and his swords on his waist. "HOLD YOUR FIRE, HOLD YOUR FIRE! She is one of the most base of Slaaneshi, too addicted to noise and pain to think rationally and follow a plan, so in her stupidity she needed to hear the sound of combat and feel the burn of laser fire upon her skin! We are here to speak with the Inquisitor and she is a damned fool but she is subdued! We offer no further resistance and humbly apologize for the idiot now melted to the floor." He motions for the others to lower their guns, keeping his body towards the obliterators but turning his head to speak to his crew. "Samira has paid for her idiotic gesture, do not fall prey to idiocy as well! We are horribly outgunned and she is the only one to have fired, so DO NOT MAKE THIS WORSE BY OVER REACTING. If she lives, we are leaving her here so she can cause no further trouble." Charming again. I'll spend an IP to reroll if I fail or to boost it if I get close but don't quite make it, because Unnatural Fel +8 should smooth this out. The bus already hit her so technically we aren't throwing her under it. 
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Balthreor Balthreors nods to Hondo. "Well observed." He then takes a look over the nearby shiphull and takes out on of the melterbombs he has been equipped with. "Let's plant these charges and get back to the others. I somehow doubt that the others will manage to remain hidden for long." Since anything fancy with tech stuff is out of our reach, I guess we'll just blow the thing up.
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The Shuttle Bay The obliterators aim their weapons at you, both keeping one trained on Ahemait while covering the rest of the party with their other arm. A moment later the group of combat servitors rolls out, autocannons ready, and blast apart the three ratings unfortunate enough to be witnesses. Behind them, the tech-priest walks out of his workshop, still holding the large gun in his hands and a small black box with a large red button on it cradles in a fine manipulator mechadendrite. ++You board a ship, in flight, with no sign of how you got here, and you say you're here to talk about employment? Plus, one of you committed suicide by large collection of anti-armour weaponry.++ He sighs and shrugs, lowering his gun. ++My best judgement tells me the probability of the outcome of this being anything that might truthfully be described as positive is negligible, but the decision is not mine. Please hold.++ After a moment of silence that you can only assume to contain a conversation over implanted vox, the obliterators step back. ++Inquisitor Provolone has agreed to see you. Would you prefer a one on one meeting, or do you wish for your whole group to be present?++ Shogeton, you can have an infamy point back. Those rolls never happened, since Dyne went and got 9 degrees of success on his charm test.
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Ahemait The sorcerer chuckles, lowering his arms slowly, but keeping them where the tech-priest can see them. "It's an oddity, certainly, but my words are true; we do seek an audience with the Inquisitor, which ultimately would lead to working with him. Truthfully, we have a favor to ask of him, and in exchange we hold intelligence he may find intriguing; should that not be enough, we offer our warband's services to his ends if it will assist us with our goal." Ahemait glances down to Samira and clicks his tongue. "Again, you must forgive Samira. She is one of the more... base of Slaaneshi's followers, and she does herself, and to a good extent me, a great embarrassment to act such like a Khornate. I do not believe she has learned her lesson, however, and for our own safety and as apology for her rudeness, we will leave her where she lay, welded to the floor, until such a time that we are allowed to leave." Ahemait considers the question of a one-on-one meeting versus a group meeting and pauses, looking over his shoulder to his fellows. "If your Inquisitor prefers a one on one meeting, then I will gladly do as such; we are aboard his ship and on his turf, so it is by his rules we will abide." He smiles at the tech-priest, folding his hands together at his waist. "Take the others to a barracks or what have you, and treat them well. Uninvited as we are, we are still your guests, and we have much we can provide the fair Inquisitor. Contact him, if you please, and find if he prefers to meet alone or meet as a group." I'd think meeting alone would be less threatening, but the others might want to have some shenanigans. But yeah either way Samira's staying welded to the floor so she can't do dumb poo poo again for a little while. That right there was probably something Khorne would show favor for and that Slaanesh would roll some eyes at.
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Brego "I am no diplomat. I am content to wait here." Brego turns and addresses the... heretek? Whatever he was, he would still provide a better conversation than anyone else here. Perhaps Brego could get technical information out of the creature. "Hail, priest. I am called Brego. I am the architect of the impressive, though inexpertly-wielded weapon of my companion. Might I have access to your tools that I can make sure no damage came to my work?"
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Janus Janus removed his finger from the trigger. If it wasn't for the sorcerer's Slaanesh given force of personality, he wouldn't have stopped any more than the Tech Priest would have. He listens to the sorcerer's plan, a hint of worry creeping in. That sounded like an odd way to kill the Inquisitor, even suggesting a one on one conversation? Janus liked the sorcerer, he'd been delightful conversation during the meal. But he didn't trust him. All of them were traitors after all. What if he planned to sell them out to the inquisitor? Or what if he was working for another party, or had his own agenda? "If possible, I'd very much want to be present at the meeting as well. I promise I'll be on my best behaviour, I'll wipe my feet and I will make sure not to break any ceilings." He said with some humour most likely wasted on the Tech Priest, but a grin towards the sorcerer. And IF the sorcerer was committing some betrayal, what would he do? Where were his loyalties now? Chaos, Slaanesh. Those were clear. Anything else? A lot more vague. Looking at the two Obliterators there, things were a lot more grey one might expect with an Inquisitor of the Imperium. But then, he himself had several friends and contacts among Rogue Traders, who were also technically part of the Imperium of Man. There were enemies that threatened humanity as a whole, no matter where they stood, like the Tyrannids. Was he coming with Ahemait to make sure he didn't betray the group, or to make sure that if he did, he was going to be at the 'good' end of the betrayal? He didn't know. It was all his choice. The freedom was exhilarating. "If you don't mind, we'd at least like her to be prevented from dying though, assuming she isn't dead."
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Ahemait The sorcerer looks to Janus and considers his proposal for a moment. He was a fine example of a Slaaneshi warrior, and would make a perfect bodyguard if things went awry; that, and the appearance of HAVING a bodyguard would make Ahemait seem that much more important. Ahemait smiles and nods. "Yes. If Inquisitor Provolone allows, I would request that my bodyguard Janus accompanies me. He would only worry were he separated for an extended period. I assure you, he will be on his best behavior." Ahemait turns to Janus and gives him a stern look. "Keep your weapon stowed, Janus. We wish to make a good impression, and I would prefer to enter into his graces as a friend and not as a threat." He nods and turns back to the tech priest, folding his hands out. "But of course, should the Inquisitor mandate only a single entrant, then so be it. I will not argue."
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Demeter The Shattered Demeter turns to Balthreor, "by all means, feel free to place your bombs," the Librarian motions to the com array, "Just make sure that they will detonate AFTER we are out of the range of the turrets, if you will." With that said, Demeter draws his plasma pistol in his good hand in case something does occur. Going to sit back and let vulvin plant the bombs, unless they can't be timed to detonate after we're gone; then I'm going to start moving away now.
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Shuttle Bay The tech-priest voxes the inquisitor, and after a short conversation turns back to Ahemait and Janus. ++Very well. If you would both please follow the obliterators, they will show you to a meeting room.++ While the obliterators escort Ahemait and Janus away, Nervad follows them, sneaking in the metaphorical shadows and literal blind spots behind the obliterators. Already focused on Brego, the tech-priest fails to notice. He looks at the tech-marine and nods. ++I am magos Mae Haxtes. You may borrow my workshop.++ Haxtes waves a mechadendrite in the direction of the room in the corner of the shuttle bay he had been working in when you entered. Harlan performs repeated medical miracles on Samira, and the ex-sororitas regains consciousness with an impressive shriek, still solidly attached to the floor but very definitely alive and functional, with the obvious exception of her missing arm. When Harlan is done, Haxtes motions to the rest of you. ++While we wait for our leaders to negotiate, please remain in the aft portion of this deck of the ship. Most of the crew is unaware of us, and I believe the sight of many of you would cause an unnecessary disturbance.++ Samira is awake and at exactly 0 wounds. She's missing an arm and her armour has been welded to the floor, but otherwise she's fine. You may all hang out in the inquisitor's portion of the ship more or less freely, though of course starting anything may make the negotiations harder for Ahemait and Janus. Meeting Room When Janus and Ahemait are shown into a small conference room, the obliterators stop outside and turn to guard the door. Showing off his skills at stealth, Nervad sneaks in between the two obliterators while they're turning around, and hides behind a flowering plant of some kind in a corner of the room. Entering the room, your armour's vox system start to sound like static, making it immediately clear that a jammer is active. You recognize this is a standard precaution for any space in which sensitive negotiations take place, and since there appears to have been no attempt to hide the fact you simply silence your helmet voxes. When you enter the room, you see two figures. One is a human wearing power armour covered in wards against the powers of the warp, and judging by the large =I= on their chest must be Inquisitor Provolone. The other figure is humanoid but clearly not human, at least any more, their skin more like the thick hide of some unknown xenos beast and their fingers ending in large claws. Though the second figure has equipment strapped to their body, including a sizeable collection of close combat weapons, it is evident that they trust their hide to be sufficient armour. Janus and Nervad are not fazed by the sight of the inhuman creature, but Ahemait feels quite adamant about keeping his distance. The inquisitor briefly glances in Nervad's direction, but shows no sign of noticing him and looks at Ahemait. "Greetings. I am inquisitor Nixios Provolone, and this is my bodyguard, Ophelia Jemadar. Please, be seated." Gesturing for you to sit, Provolone takes a seat at one end of the table, while Ophelia takes a seat next to him. Unnerved by the inquisitor's unnatural bodyguard, Ahemait picks himself and Janus seats as far from the bodyguard as possible. When everyone is seated, the inquisitor continues. "So, I hear you wish to ask for a favour and offer your services in exchange. I am listening, but be reminded that I use the aid of heretics and traitors by necessity, not due to some foolish tolerance of their continued existence. What do you want, and what do you have to offer that would justify letting you live?" Social combat time. Nervad is hiding behind a potted plant or something. Vox doesn't work. There are two obliterators guarding the door. Ahemait can't approach Ophelia and suffers a -10 penalty to all tests. Everyone else passed their fear tests. Communications Array After some discussion on which parts of the array are the most vulnerable, Balthreor places the explosives there. Though he lacks particular expertise with demolition work, a melta charge with a remote detonator is a simple enough device to operate. You make your way to a safe distance from the array and, just in case, out of the line of fire of the turrets, and detonate the charges. In the void, the series of explosions looks pleasantly tidy, and the communications array crumbles, supporting structures and various vital components having been reduced to slag by the blasts. The communications array is out, thanks to good rolls and an excellent choice of minions. The ship's bridge crew is now aware that something's wrong, but don't know what. Considering that your cover has not only been blown but completely discarded, this is unlikely to matter unless people want to go for a walk in other parts of the ship.
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Ahemait The sorcerer nods, taking a seat and folding his hands in his lap. He motions for Janus to remain standing, and smiles at Nixious. "Of course, Lord Inquisitor. I hold no illusion that my kind is an affront to all you hold dear, and that we are the best weapon to use against ourselves. Which, precisely, is why I am here." Ahemait leans forward slightly, motioning to Janus. "Janus and I represent another lord, I believe a member of the Alpha Legion. I believe in truth in these sort of discussions, and to be honest, our suggested plan of action was simply to kill you. However, being what you are, I have taken it upon myself to come to a more.. amicable agreement." "You are said to be en route to handle a minor Khornate infestation on another planet. Our lord is aware of this cult, and knows it would be preferable to make sure the planet is governed by any other than the followers of the Blood God. He wishes to not involve the Inquisition in this matter, as it tends to render a planet.. well, you and I both know what usually comes of a deep heretical infestation." Ahemait smiles, looking at his nails for a moment. "However, we know who the heretical leaders are. We can surgically remove the Khornates from the planet, as we have no love for the followers of the God of War. We simply ask that you divert course, so that we may handle this ourselves; my lord has plans to gift the planet to another, whom will most likely draw you back to the planet in a year's time and allow you to fell a sorcerer of Nurgle who wields an ancient archaeotech artifact that functions similar to a null rod and a psychic hood combined, which I am certain upon his defeat would no doubt strengthen your position ten-fold, particularly against your peers who question your methods." "In exchange, beyond opportunities that would open through your inaction, I have information regarding a fledgling cult on a separate planet. You may have heard of the warp tides on planet Seculundum, where the Marines Errant were facing an orkish Waaagh? That was the result of a mortal follower of Tzeentch's invocation, bathing a portion of the planet in blood. That planet is aimed to be assaulted in the future by a rival of our lord's, and there is a tech-priest on the planet recovering from plasma wounds by the name of Johann. He has survived the warp tide, and has information relevant to the oncoming attack that was gifted him for his assistance in staving off the orks, who were proving a distraction to the ritual; he is wholly unaware of his part in said ritual, as far as I am aware, and is not fully aware of the value of the information he has been given. This rival lord has been leading raids against agricultural planets in the sector for some time now, building supplies for a Black Crusade. The information the priest holds would aide in his defeat, and we know the passcode to unveil it." Ahemait folds his hands on the table, his face expressionless. "Again, all we ask is inaction. Allow us to handle the Khornates. I am Slaaneshi, as is Janus, and our lord is Tzeentchian; you know we care little for the overtness of Khone's followers, and you know the disdain his followers have for one such as myself." He lightly taps a finger at his temple, smiling. "The Blood God does not favor sorcerers and psykers, so there would be no love lost between us were I to remove his cult from a planet." Since Waci asked, I do have that psyniscience talent, also testing Charm/Deceive/Whatever against 50 if I'm still at -10, 60 if not, unnatural fel 8.
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Samira While the sensation of effectively dying was pretty strong, it is unlikely that Samira is ever going to try that again. She let impatience get the best of her. And she knows that the rest of her party isn't going to let her live this down. Yet, she lays there with a smile on her face.
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Demeter The Shattered Demeter holsters his plasma pistol as the communications array explodes in the vacuum of space. "Well done. Now let us go see just how badly the rest of our band is doing, shall we?" Upon arriving at the Hangar, Demeter is surprised that some sort of peace has been brokered, he is also not surprised to find Samira melted into the floor; that is one mystery that doesn't require forbidden tomes to figure out. Demeter is half-tempted to ask the Tech Priest to see what he could do about his new arm, but when Demeter is filled in that the band was given free reign of the Inquisitor's section of the vessel, he slips off without even a word. For thousands of years he has known the true origins of the Blood Ravens; that they are a successor chapter of the Thousand Sons, created from gene seed left in storage after the Horus Heresy. Unfortunately, Demeter only knows that knowledge because of a bargain struck with a demon that cost the souls of the entire Blood Raven's 5th company; not exactly the knowledge he could take back to his chapter masters. But the library of an Inquisitor, a renegade one at that, might have all sorts of documents that should be destroyed or under seal. Demeter rushes to find the library, only hoping that whatever discussions that loose cannon Ahemait are involved in don't deteriorate before he is done. Assuming the Inquisitor has his own private library in his section of the ship, looking for it and any books there on the Thousand Sons, Prodigal Sons, and/or Blood Ravens.
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Brego The Chosen wanders around the small workshop. Though the magos is right nearby, still Brego tries to get a reading on what is in the capsules. A half turn and a sweep of his hand over the auspex mounted on his forearm and the device begins to scan. It would give him its data readouts in his helm's display system. Hopefully, there's something he can discern about the Inquisitor's plans that might be useful to them now that their own plan has gone completely to hell. "This facility is small, but you have done quite well here, Magos Haxtes. What is your primary field of study?" Auspex to scan for anything interesting. Awareness 50, Tech Use 85 +8 DoS to get it to pick up additional kinds of readings, according to the BC book. Range 50m, but Auspex is blocked by 50cm of material or less shielded material. Basically, I want to find out about the capsules.
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Janus The former Ultramarine nods, taking his position and keeping a careful eye on the other bodyguard. He heard quite many a thing, and idly wondered how many of it was true. Still, he couldn't pay too much attention. In case the Inquisitor decided this deal wasn't very good, there'd likely be combat, and his own bodyguard was likely to start it first.
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Balthreor After finishing his work with the communications array Balthreor follows Demeter to the shuttle bay. The fact that, despite the hole in the ceiling of the hangar and the general state of Samira, there is some truce slightly disturbs Balthreor. He has no reason to trust the sorceror and knowing that he is now negotiating with their target worries Balthreor greatly. The possibility of betrayal is very real to the fallen Dark Angel and so he instrucs Hondo and Malissa, his two human servants, to always stay close to the guncutter. They might need a quick way off this ship. In the meanwhile, as long as the situation is not getting hostile, he starts roaming the section of the ship they have free access to in order to get a better picture of who is working with this Inquisitor. I'll try to get a better idea of who is serving the Inquisitor, especially if there are any other renegade Space Marines in his service.
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Brego "Interesting. Non-projectile, but not laser weaponry? Does this mean you work more along the lines of plasma acceleration, or is your work more exotic? I have direct experience working with sound as a weapon. If our work runs along the same path, perhaps we might aid each other in our research." Brego is thrilled at finding someone whose work runs parallel to his own, but he also realizes the fundamental necessity of kissing rear end. Butter up the priest, then perhaps he can get access to restricted files. Data, data, data. One cannot make bricks without clay. If he works in such close proximity with obliterators, a sample of the virus that creates the cult might be nearby.
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Demeter The Shattered Demeter smiles from ear to ear under his helmet, not fully what he wanted, but it was progress. He quickly gathers up the document, and abandons the library to head back to the landing bay. He is tempted to wait quietly; his primary purpose here was complete, he could care less what happens to Lord Aphesius' plans for the Inquisitor at this point, he only wished to get away with the records he has found. Even then he can't help but enter the small Magos' bay, nodding his greeting to Brego. He remains silent for now; he would rather not interrupt the aspiring tech-marine's ground work with the Magos by asking for an arm upgrade. Demeter was patient, and also curious to hear what the Magos had to say.
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Ahemait The sorcerer chuckles and shakes his head, steepling his fingers under his chin. "It is the waltz that the schemers dance, Inquisitor. Sacrifice a pawn so that the bishop may move, as he believes, safely. As I said, my lord wishes to gift barony of this planet to one he considers a rival, to give forth a semblance of balance, all while preparing the rival's empire to fall at your hands in a year's time, and at the loss of a great artifact that yet another lord covets, which can be put to use against yet another rival." Ahemait sighs. "I envy the directness of Khornates some days. My information is offered to gain your trust, and to give you some understanding that my lord has his convoluted plans laid out. He perceives us all as pawns, and were it up to me, I would play no part in it and simply indulge myself in the glorious war that an Inquisitorial retinue would rage. Should you strike the cult, you gain no information of the crusade, and will not obtain a psychic nullifier that can be used to fell the sorcerer behind the crusade; he is a being of monstrous psychic potential, and a great risk to the one we work for." "I simply say my lord is as true to Tzeentch as any can imagine. He believes he knows of the good you would do for him personally down the line in pursuit of the good you deal for your Emperor, and so would prefer you on that path; it is also a path that would keep you and he apart. He would rather not meet his end before he is ready, you see.” The sorcerer leans back and looks flatly at the Inquisitor. ”I will let you have time to muse upon an answer, if you wish. My comrades are likely getting up to no good; you know how hard it can be to be anywhere but your own vessel, and how strange it is to be upon another where you are, at least at the moment, enjoying a bit of freedom and meeting people that have no intention of killing you.”
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Meeting Room: The inquisitor looks at Ahemait and nods. "Very well. Give me the rest of your information regarding the events on Seculundum, and I will overlook this planet for a year. I will, however, want some evidence of the removal of the khornate cult." Provolone pauses to think for a few seconds. "I will give you the necessary information to contact one of my acolytes. Make whatever arrangements are necessary to provide convincing evidence of the cult's removal to them as soon as it is done. If you do not, well, the lengths to which your lord is willing to go to protect this planet would be proof enough to justify exterminatus in the eyes of even the most conservative of my peers, and I suspect your lord would be very disappointed in you if that happened. Do we have a deal?" Shuttle Bay: Haxtes picks up his weapon and walks to the improvised firing range the obliterators had been using. ++Plasma's unreliable. Too hot. Forces you to make design decision based on thermodynamic properties alone. Very limiting. I suppose this does count as more exotic. Observe.++ Plugging a wire from the weapon into a socket in his body, the magos aims at one of the targets and fires. A thin beam extends from the weapon to the target, and the point at which the beam hits the target explodes. And then keeps exploding repeatedly until Haxtes lets go of the trigger. Despite his mostly metal face, it's clear that he is proud of his creation. While you walk back to the workshop in the corner of the bay, Brego notices the damage to the metal cylinder that had been used as a target starting to repair itself. ++Antimatter weaponry is significantly under-appreciated, considering how effective it is once you solve the power supply issues.++ He looks at Brego. ++I'm not particularly familiar with sonic weaponry. Would you be interested in exchanging data or schematics?++
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Brego "The sharing of data would be to our mutual benefit. Weaponry is something I know much of, but there are many fields in which I need more study. You may be in the unique position of having something I seek above all else. In your travels with the Obliterator Cult, have you had opportunity to study the virus that grants them their abilities? A sample would be a prize for the ages, but anything you might know of them I would ask you teach me."
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Ahemait The sorcerer sits in thought for a moment, his fingers steepled under his chin, before he smiles and nods. "That sounds fair to me, Lord Inquisitor. A year is plenty of time for us to make our way to the planet and deal with this threat ourselves, not accounting for any issues we may have with warp travel. I assure you, this will be a most auspicious arrangement for all parties involved. Please, do let me know if you need us to destroy any xenos as well; we both hold the same love for them, I am sure." Ahemait remains sitting and rests his hands on the table. "By your leave, Inquisitor, we will make good on our arrangement. Perhaps, before we leave, we could find a common interest to strengthen our currently fragile alliance?"
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]Janus As Ahenait mentions destroying xenos, the otherwise silent 'bodyguard' speaks up. "Particularly if the Xenos are Tyrannids. Whatever else has changed in me, my hatred for those... creatues has not diminished. They are the greatest threat to humanity." the usual jovial Chaos Space marine sounding unusually aggressive for a moment. He looks at Ahemait. "Ah, forgive me for speaking out of turn," he says, remembering his role as bodyguard. "But there are few factions in the galaxy who cannot find common ground if that ground is covered in dead tyrannids."
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Meeting Room Provolone smiles at the ex-Ultramarine. "Of course, if you find any sign of tyranid infestation, do remove it. Everyone in the galaxy stands to lose if they are left unchecked." He checks a chrono on his wrist before looking back at Ahemait. "I'm sorry but I must gather my retinue and prepare for our departure. Since we now have no reason to remain in this system, I'd rather get off this ship before it gets too far from the usual translation point so that we might catch a ride on an outgoing transport as soon as possible." The inquisitor pulls an empty data-slate out of his pocket and plugs a small connector protruding form the underside of his wrist into it. A second later he detaches the slate and hands it to Ahemait. "Here. The necessary information to contact one of my people, and the right phrases to identify you as being on legitimate business are on this slate." The inquisitor pushes a small button on the side of the table, and you can hear a small click from your helmet vox as the privacy field deactivates and you regain contact with the rest of the team. Provolone and his bodyguard stand up and motion to the door. "If there is nothing else?" Proving the question purely rhetorical, he walks out with the assassin behind him. From behind a filing cabinet at the rear of the room, a man in a black bodyglove emerges, with a large rifle on his back. The man walks out without a word, not acknowledging the presence of the chaos space marine in the room except for a small nod toward the plant Nervad is hiding behind. Outside, you can hear the inquisitor speaking into a microbead, informing his people of the change in their plan. Shuttle Bay Haxtes' metal face looks sad as he digs a small metal cube and a data slate from a drawer. ++I've studied them, yes, even got some decent samples from a dead one. Despite that, I know very little about them. The mechanical parts are no different than any machine of the same kind, and the rest is more warpcraft than technology. You can have a sample and what little data I've been able to get out of them for the schematics for that gun, and if you've got more data to share, I can see if some of the others who know more about the warp would be willing to do me a favour and share their knowledge with you in exchange.++ He pauses for a moment, and Brego can detect the faint distortion in his own sensors caused by the vox transmission to the magos' implants. A couple of seconds later, with his full attention back on the conversation, Haxtes' mechadendrites start cleaning up the workbench behind him. ++It appears they will be coming this way anyway. The negotiations must have been successful, Provolone just told us we'll be leaving as soon as we've finished packing. We can try to catch a word with Lady Sila, our resident sage, regarding her studies into the more arcane functionalities of obliterators if you wish to discuss further exchange of data.++ The inquisitor's people haven't left yet, but they're starting to pack and will leave soon. If you want to interact with the inquisitor or his retinue in any way, start now. Ahemait earns two points of infamy, one for solving the situation with the Power of Words and one for guessing your employers scheme and giving it away to an inquisitor. Nervad earns one point of infamy for sneaking in through a door that's being watched from both sides and leaned on by an obliterator without being noticed. Samira earns one point of infamy for reacting to waking up welded to a hangar floor by singing. You can consider the mission objective as it was given to you complete. If you want, you can detach Samira from the floor, pack up and go home and get your rewards and move on. Of course, you are under no obligation to leave at the same time as the inquisitor does. The ship's long range vox is still out, you're very much free to stay and do your thing with the ship and it's crew after the inquisitor's people leave. It's not a part of the job you were hired for, but there's nothing forbidding you from engaging in personal projects on the side, should you wish to do so.
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Brego "I can copy the schematics to a dataslate right now, if you have one available. But I'm afraid the weapon itself is not mine to give. It belongs to our wayward siren. Speaking of whom... Do you have a lascutter here? I'd best see to her injuries and begin preparations for a bionic. I guarantee you that she'll be on her best behavior, else her next encounter will be with the airlock." The magos is leery at letting loose an obviously unhinged noise marine into the area, but yields once Brego explains that doing so will probably shut her up. The Chosen takes the cutter and heads over to where Samira is currently singing about some sort of enticing frozen malted beverage seducing men into her property. He also takes the chance to make sure she won't do something that stupid again. "I'd rather not have to shoot our way out of this ship. We could have all been destroyed. Now behave or I'll just slap on a jagged piece of metal for your new arm!"
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Demeter The Shattered Demeter smiles at the mention of this sage, she might have a bit more information. Realizing he probably just raided her Librarium, the marine makes sure that the book is secured in one of the many tactical pouches on the marine's armor. He then walks out to the deck and watches Brego unweld the Siren. "Must you free her now? I'm not quite sure what happened while I was still outside, but I am sure she hasn't been melted into the floor long enough to have learned her lesson. Oh, and master Brego, when it comes to cybernetic arms, I would like to consider myself first in line for one of your pieces of craftsmanship; she can use this in the meantime." The Blood Raven hefts the unwieldy servo-arm he currently has in place of the tentacle that the Gods granted him. The irony did not escape him that like his progenitor chapter he too despises outward mutation. That said, he didn't plan on making himself a rubric marine anytime soon. "If you plan on seeing that Sage Brother Brego, do let me know, I would like to tag along."
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Ahemait Ahemait remains seated as the inquisitor and his retinue leave; he is amused that Provolone had found it necessary to have two bodyguards. Once the room is empty, the sorcerer stands and dusts himself off, pocketing the dataslate. He looks to Janus and then to Nervad as makes himself known. "Ah, Nervad, I see you heard all of our little converstion. It is vital that we not speak of what you have heard until we are away from prying ears." He motions to the room at large. "If the Inquisitor saw fit to prevent incoming voxes, then I am certain he has his own outgoing hidden within the room." Stepping out into the corridor, the sorcerer glances up and down the halls. "Give word that the negotiations went well, but no more. We will meet within the dock and see the Inquisitor off, and await our own transport." Ahemait dons his helmet once more and chuckles. "We can discuss more once our transport arrives, agreed?"
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Samira "Good to see you, too!" Samira looks up at Brego, who is working on cutting her free. "I'm not sure if I can do much moving right now, anyway. But that won't stop me from my one true passion: SINGING!" She clears her throat. "I WANT TO BREAK FREEEEE~"
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Harlan Grady, Apothecary of Khorne With a long suffering sigh, the apothecary readies a powerful sedative and muscle relaxant, injecting it into Samira's jugular vein. "This should ensure no further problems, and keep her from tearing her skin off by trying to move inside the melted armor."
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Brego It's not a terribly long process to free the noise marine from the deck plating that she had found herself adhered to. Unfortunately, with her sedated there wasn't much he could do at the moment. The drugs in her system would make medicae readings unreliable, considering the massive dose that had to be given to a mortal enhanced to the point of an Astartes. It would be some time before she would be back to her... well, he hesitates to use the word 'normal' to describe anything she does, but perhaps 'usual antics' would do. While he cuts away the ruined plasteel and ceremite from the drugged Soriatas, Brego takes the time to hatch an idea. Why pay with good coin if you can accomplish the same with counterfeit? As the lascutter burns through the deck and power armor, he brings up the Dirge Cannon schematics. A few twists here, a complex circuit there. Just a bit of falsehood would make the thing look good without being functional. No sense in arming one's enemies, after all. When done, he carries Samira's lolling body to an out of the way place. Let her enjoy her stupor for the moment, there's work to be done. The Chosen hands over the now tainted blueprints to the Inquisitor's pet priest. Hopefully he can play off the subterfuge. If not, he can play it off as a test of the Martian acolyte's abilities. A jest between colleagues. His next meeting is with the Inquisitor's sage. An audience is easy to get, but negotiations may not be. "Lady Sila, I would speak with you. I seek knowledge that you may have. In exchange, I offer the same for any field with which I am familiar. Perhaps we might speak of the Warp, or of the denizens thereof? I was also present during the Long War, and my personal experiences may interest you. I wish to learn more of the Obliterator cult, if you have learned anything in your travels with them. I am but a student seeking a master in this arena of the mind."
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Balthreor Satisfied with his first sweep of the Inquisitor's deck for now Balthreor returns to the unusually quiet room. If the Inquisitor is hiding something this would most likely be the place. In the hopes that the door isn't locked he simply presses the 'open' button. Should this not work out he would have to get Hondo over here to help him. Going to the silent-room, if the door is locked, I'll vox Hondo over to let him tech-use it open.
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Samira The rush and whirls of the colors and sounds could only be described with a word that escapes her thought, and probably for a good reason. But that doesn't matter. She was on a trip with hearing what blue tastes like, and she enjoyed it more than anyone should. She tried to speak, to yell out in excitement, but there was a pressure on her chest and eardrums any time she tried. Everything was so close, yet seemed so far away. She tried moving her arms to reach for the sounds, but her limbs felt weighted and sluggish. She wondered what took her arms so long to move up, but it didn't really matter. It was a whirlwind of sensations and excitement. ----- Samira was stuck there, mumbling strange unintelligible nothings, and, upon closer inspection, was actually drooling. Mad Moxxi fucked around with this message at 17:02 on Mar 3, 2014 |
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Shuttle Bay After Brego hands over the tampered weapons chematics to the magos, Haxtes plugs the data-slate into himself, and after a few seconds nods approvingly and hands Brego a small cube with a sample of the obliterator virus in it, as well as a pair of data-slates. ++Thank you. It is always a pleasure when two people can conduct an exchange of information for mutual benefit.++ Brego pushes a button on his armour and a small drawer pops open. He puts in the sample and the data, closes the drawer, and parts ways with the priest after the appropriate pleasantries. While the magos and his servitors start loading crates of equipment onto the guncutter, other members of the inquisitor's retinue start arriving one by one, hauling varied amounts of luggage with them. Among them is an old woman lugging what looks like a bookshelf on wheels behind her. Brego quickly realises that she must be the sage Hextus mentioned and introduces himself. A smile spreads on the sage's face when Brego mentions his experience of the war between chaos and the Imperium. "I would be very pleased to exchange what I've learned of the obliterator cult for anything you can tell me about the Horus Heresy or what happened to the traitor astartes after that. Imperial records concerning those events are hardly complete nowadays." She turns to dig through the stacks of books, scrolls and dataslates. "Let me see if I can find what you're after, I did have the presence of mind to write down most of what I learned... Mostly about the virus' effects on the mind, but also a few notes about how they create their weapons. Apparently the transformation affects the mind quite radically, and none of the obliterator's I've had the chance to speak with actually remember much from before it. Still, the degree of mental degradation and memory loss seems to vary significantly, so the effect can't be absolute." Her voice trails off, and a couple of seconds later she finds stands up, holding a binder full of notebooks, individual sheets of paper, and multiple dataslates. "So, do tell me more about what you can offer in exchange." Unusually Quiet Room Balthreor pushes the button next tot he door, and for a moment nothing happens. He's just about to call for Hondo to come deal with the door when it's opened from the inside by a tall bald woman covered in tattoos. "Heard there were some marines visiting. Didn't expect you'd come knocking here, though. Is there something you need?" Behind her, Balthreor can see labour servitors gathering bags and crates on their backs. The woman steps into the hallway to let one of the servitors through, and it rolls away towards the shuttle bay. Waci fucked around with this message at 07:17 on Mar 1, 2014 |
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