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Jerry Jerry glances toward that interrogator girl with an aura of creepy and tilts his head slightly toward the talky rear end in a top hat, shrugging the marksman rifle on his back to hopefully get across the idea of dual ventilation of this rear end in a top hat's brainpan the second things turn to poo poo.
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Magos Korbathov "Typical fleshlings." The Magos thinks. A monotone mechanical voice follows. "++As you can see they're quite controlled right now. And calling them dogs would be wrong. They're clearly cyber-mastiff constructs from Subrique.++"
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"You can call them the fracking Emperors Golden Testicles for all I care, cogs. They make any aggressive movements I'm melting them to slag." All of the sudden some...THING started screaming about Inquisitors. "HOLY THRONE WHAT THE gently caress IS WRONG WITH YOUR SERVITOR!" Screamed the squad leader. You wanted to intimidate a bunch of stormtroopers, and you did Nukems. They're all quite intimidated and pointing hellguns at whats left of your face. "GET THAT THING UNDER CONTROL! NOW!" Schizotek fucked around with this message at 01:28 on May 1, 2014 |
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Gallia de Praetus As she walks down the shuttle ramps, she encounter the rude greeting party. Gallia just gives them an icy stare back. But as Nuke shouts his greeting and begins to take off his helmet, she averts her eyes having read the briefing on his "augmentations" and their effects on his appearance.
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Lanny "Don't bother trying to educate them, Magos. They wouldn't know a quality cyber-mastiff from an augmented mutt bred for the underhive dog fights of Scintilla." The Arbite disembarks from the shuttle with his helmet now in place, it's mask hiding all signs of his facial tattoos. A riot shield is strapped to his left arm, and a box bearing seals of both the Inquisition and militant arm of the Ecclesiarchy is held to his back by a large strap while an assault rifle with an underslung shotgun and multiple magazines dangles at his right hip, held in place by yet another strap.
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NUKE DUKEMS Nuke levels his Heavy Bolter at them, a Mexican Standoff. "Put it down troopers! Put it loving down, you wanna drat your souls trying to strike down the Emperor's humble Servants! I don't think so! So put it down, weapons on the deck, get down! Get down! Hands behind your head! NOW!" Nuke screams in a metallic screeching voice. Helmet Off, Fear Rating 1, Intimidate 71 + any bonuses you might grant me. pre:WS BS S T Ag Int Per WP Fel 41 57 51 51 44 26 46 41 3 Wounds: 23 / 23 Fate: 1 / 1 Half Move: 4 Full Move: 8[12] Charge: 12 Run: 24 Sprint: 48 Athletic Mastery: Acrobatics[64]/Climb[71]/Contortionist[64]/Dodge[64]/Swim[71] Awareness: 46 Concealment: 54[74] Demolitions: 46 Fieldcraft Mastery: Navigation (Surface)[46]/Survival[46]/Tracking[46]/Wrangling[46] Intimidate: 71 Silent Move: 54 Armour: Arms 6, Body 6, Head 6[0], Legs 6 [All locations 7 for the first hit in a round] TB: Arms 5, Body 7, Head 7, Legs 7 Weapons: Heavy Bolter 150m –/–/6 1d10+8 X Pen: 5 Ammo Supply: 200/200 Rld: Full Special: Tearing Sacristan Bolt Pistol 30m S/2/- 1d10+6 X Pen: 4 Clip: 6/6 Rld: Half Special: Red-Dot Laser Sight, Tearing Frag Grenade 15m S/-/- 2d10 X Pen:0 Ammo: 3/3 Special: Blast (4) Krak Grenade 15m S/-/- 2d10+4 X Pen:6 Ammo: 3/3 Noteworthy Talents Noteworthy Traits Viva Miriya fucked around with this message at 01:36 on May 1, 2014 |
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Magos Korbathov The Magos glances at Lanny. "++Quite true, nonetheless one of my many tasks in the Omnissiah's name is- Oh...++" He sees that the situation is becoming ugly fast. Thankfully he had a power armor in superb condition. He glances back at the weaker members of his party. "++Anyone is welcome to use me as cover if the situation demands it.++"
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NUKE DUKEMS "When these disrespectful shits that have the nerve to call themselves stormtroopers get on their loving knees and kiss the ceramite, till I'm satisfied they are no threat to the principle, then I will holster my weapons Butts! Not till then, not till his safety is assured! Get on your loving faces right now! In the name of the God Emperor of Mankind on your loving faces now!" pre:WS BS S T Ag Int Per WP Fel 41 57 51 51 44 26 46 41 3 Wounds: 23 / 23 Fate: 1 / 1 Half Move: 4 Full Move: 8[12] Charge: 12 Run: 24 Sprint: 48 Athletic Mastery: Acrobatics[64]/Climb[71]/Contortionist[64]/Dodge[64]/Swim[71] Awareness: 46 Concealment: 54[74] Demolitions: 46 Fieldcraft Mastery: Navigation (Surface)[46]/Survival[46]/Tracking[46]/Wrangling[46] Intimidate: 71 Silent Move: 54 Armour: Arms 6, Body 6, Head 6[0], Legs 6 [All locations 7 for the first hit in a round] TB: Arms 5, Body 7, Head 7, Legs 7 Weapons: Heavy Bolter 150m –/–/6 1d10+8 X Pen: 5 Ammo Supply: 200/200 Rld: Full Special: Tearing Sacristan Bolt Pistol 30m S/2/- 1d10+6 X Pen: 4 Clip: 6/6 Rld: Half Special: Red-Dot Laser Sight, Tearing Frag Grenade 15m S/-/- 2d10 X Pen:0 Ammo: 3/3 Special: Blast (4) Krak Grenade 15m S/-/- 2d10+4 X Pen:6 Ammo: 3/3 Noteworthy Talents Noteworthy Traits Viva Miriya fucked around with this message at 01:44 on May 1, 2014 |
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Magos Korbathov The Magos glances at the shouting madman. ++"You should listen to Butts. Considering the situation on the planet it would be logical for them to be on edge and suspicious of something like us."++
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Butts Butts sees that the friendly approach is getting nowhere. He sighs and pulls out his badge of office, holding it in front of him next to the rosarius hanging from his neck. "Right, let me rephrase that. The person in that lander is an imperial inquisitor, who I suspect would be unhappy to step out and see a situation like this. Put down your guns." He glances at Nuke. "Please don't make this harder Nuke, you really should know better. They're not threatening Folkar, hell they haven't even seen him yet." Ok, so charm failed miserably. Trying Command instead. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4486931/. That would be a pass, even with some serious penalties.
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Gallia de Praetus Somewhat amused at the turn of events, Gallia watches the interplay between the soft approach of Father Butts and the bravado of Mr. Dukems. She looks back to Inquistor Commandant Azereon and wonders which approach he will choose to endorse.
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Folkar Azereon The inquisitor had spent a moment in the ship, giving the pilot directions on when to return and what to look for when he's called, while also delivering the suggestion that he not dawdle as much as he did on the way in. When he heard the commotion outside, he knew immediately who was at the center of it: Nukems. Folkar shrugs his cloak back as he steps out of the lander, his swords and stake in their sheathes at his hips, and stops a moment to survey what's going on. Nukem had his gun raised, but was in the middle of lowering the weapon; the guardsmen were tense, and he wasn't surprised. He stands for a moment, his gaze steely and his jaw set. After a moment, he lets himself relax; further tension would make things worse. "Nukems, at ease. Helmet on. We're on a planet with tense situations; these men are more for our protection than anything." He adjusts the sling under his arm for his plasma pistol and nods. "Let's go, then. I apologize for Nukem; he lives to serve, and he has served dutifully and with no concern for his own life. It is fortunate for the Imperium he was granted a second live to give in its name." He nods to the guards. "Commandant Folkar Azereon, and this is my squadron. Lead the way." John Dyne fucked around with this message at 02:25 on May 1, 2014 |
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NUKE DUKEMS "Sir!" Nuke shouts in response and puts his helmet back on, rebreather snug on his face, helmet lamp pack off, Heavy Bolter secured. He'll follow behind Azereon and cause no further fuss. Viva Miriya fucked around with this message at 03:09 on May 1, 2014 |
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Through the combination of Nukems terrifying aggression, and Butts admirable attempts to defuse the situation, you folks have greatly succeeding in scaring the poo poo out of the poor soldiers, and confusing the ever loving poo poo out of them. By this time a large number of other guardsmen have noticed the commotion around the pad. Armed guardsmen. Who see a horrifying robot man screaming and pointing a heavy bolter at a stormtrooper officer. While Nukems is succeeding in terrifying the troops, you're not convincing them that they can't just vaporize your rear end through massive fire power. More and more guns are turning in the direction of your Cadre every second, and a number of soldiers can be seen to be speaking into their voxbeads. When Butts presents his badge of office, the stormtrooper barely even glances at it, busy sub vocalizing a conversation with somebody on the other end of his own voxbead. When Dukems finally puts his guns away, they keep theirs up, still pointed at his head. After a moment, Folkar finally comes out of the ship, and likely saves you all from death-by-laser-light-show. "Understood sir." It's not really apparant whether he's speaking to Folkar or the person on the other end of his vox, but the still visibly shaken stormtroopers turn around and start marching quickly away towards a fairly massive building at the end of the landing zone. "Please keep up. We sometimes catch fire from Unuturo even here in Cxielomonto." They don't even bother to see if you're following them.
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Jerry Jerry shrugs and follows the rest of the team out, but keeping his own riot shield, as well as Nuke, between him and the largest mass of guns. When you're new to a team, question asking is fune, but in the field, best shut up and figure out how they work.
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Gallia de Praetus Relived that they were not going to get an immediate firefight within five minutes of landing on the planet, Gallia moves out behind Jerry. Despite probably being under twenty different gun sights she follows the stromtrooper with a tall and proud walk in a manner befitting one of noble blood. Zikan fucked around with this message at 05:56 on May 1, 2014 |
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Joyce Scree Joyce shakes her head as she descends the ramp, "I was kind of hoping they were going to rid us of the loud one," and gives off a quick comment in her native language. She then begins to scan around, keeping her Spectre down and her Pax rifle slung over her shoulder.
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Lanny Lanny waits patiently for Folkar to disembark, before taking up a flanking position on the Inquisitor, his riot shield held in an upright position. It was obvious that the Arbitrator had been trained as a bodyguard, and was already prepared to guard his charge without a single word needing to be said.
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Solomon Solomon exits the craft after watching the altercation from inside. He shakes his head slightly and seems rather amused to himself but says nothing of note to the group as a whole. He walks in the rear, both hands resting calmly on his sword hilts, he mutters quietly to Joyce, who also seems to be behind a bit, "For all we know they are under the command of the other Inquisitor. Until we present her with the information of Inquisitor Folkar taking command of the situation she is the senior inquisitor. So, if she ordered these soldiers to kill us because we came out of an unknown craft threatening people it would be...... a nail in her coffin, for sure, but still within her rights. I'm glad that diffused but... I feel we have things to worry about in the future." He motions towards Nuke and shrugs lightly. After speaking Solomon seems to fall back into his almost meditative trance, his eyes are alert but he is quietly muttering the Litany of Protection, as if he doesn't notice he is doing it while he follows along.
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Joyce Scree When Solomon speaks to Joyce, she just nods at the psyker. He was still an unknown and new force in the group, and a psyker at that. While Joyce did understand the difference between Shamans and Wyrdlings, Inquisitor Folkar seemed not to care for the difference, so she would rather not get too friendly until she was sure Folkar wasn't going to order her to kill the shaman anytime soon. Werix fucked around with this message at 04:35 on May 2, 2014 |
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Solomon Solomon follows along, bringing up the rear, seeming to come out of his trance periodically and scan the area before slipping back into muttering Litany's of Protection. malikial fucked around with this message at 04:41 on May 2, 2014 |
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Upon reaching the monolithic temple, the squad of stormtroopers line up on either side of the door. "Wait a moment sir, the Colonol will be right out in a moment." Even as he's saying this, the door explodes outwards and an older gentleman wearing a very fancy uniform bursts out, face red and puffing.  "You *wheeze* idiots *wheeze* are dismissed." The stormtroopers veritably flee the area. Not much point in escaping a violent death-by-Dukems only to get murdered by your CO after all. After a moment or two of catching his breath the man straightens up and offers his hand to Inquisitor Folkar."Names Col. Robert Lockyer. Apologies for the incident at the LZ. We didn't know our new guest was going to be another Inquisitor, otherwise we would have put together a proper escort. I'm here to escort you to the so-called 'war council' that idiot Mitternach has put together. Better hurry before Quint and Magdella decide to put a bullet through his skull. Any questions you have before we get to this idiotic farce?" Inquisitor Folkar, having momentarily looked at the briefing file as it flew out of his hands onto the shuttle floor on the way over might remember that the increasingly small ruling dynasty of Domitia were the Mitternachs. Schizotek fucked around with this message at 03:27 on May 3, 2014 |
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Magos Korbathov The Magos imagined a few questions but quickly realized he could wait a few more minutes until the war council began. Besides, the Colonel was asking the Inquisition Commander, not him. Korbathov instead covers Drako so he doesn't look intimidating to fleshlings he would encounter.
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Folkar Azereon The inquisitor shakes the man's hand and grins in return, clapping the man on the shoulder. "Not a problem, colonel. I was a career guardsman so I know what the Imperium can throw your way when you least expect; your men did what any good soldier should. Inquisitor Commandant Folkar Azereon, a pleasure." Folkar motions for the Colonel to lead the wall, falling in step with him. "The region seems to be destabilized far beyond the reports I was given, Lockyer. How quickly did it deteriorate? What exactly is going on on this planet?" He glances back and motions for Gallia to catch up. "Take notes, Ms. de Praetus. And fill us in on the Mitternach;01 I know they're the current ruling dynasty and they aren't faring too well, but you make it sound like a planetary governor would be so incompetent as to try to exert his will over that of an Inquisitor's." He looks back at his team, gesturing for them to follow. "Speak up if you have any questions, ladies and gentlemen. We need all of the information we can get and I may not think of something." John Dyne fucked around with this message at 03:57 on May 3, 2014 |
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Gallia de Praetus Her auto-quill at the ready, Gallia furiously takes notes, for Folkar's benefit rather then her own. Magistrates of the de Praetus family were expected to have a perfect memory and Gallia was notdifferent. Knowing that military matters would be handled by her more martial compatriots, Gallia focuses on the political situation or what's left of it. She speaks to Colonel Lockyer, "What is the political situation or what the remains of it? From the tone of your voice I can guess Mitternach is someone with whom you do not get along with. I take it he is of the opinion that his noble blood gives him the idea that his fiefdom is limitless? Will he have a problem submitting to his betters?" Gallia simultaneously racks her brain for any scrap of information about the Mitternach family that she may have come across in her studies while talking to the man. But she can find nothing, her mind filled with infinitely more useful knowledge then the petty history of an insignificant noble family. Want to see what I know about Matternach. I have no idea what skill to use. Scholastic Lore(Bureaucracy, Judgement) +20 (Legend, Heraldry) at base and Common Lore(All of them) at +20. Unnatural Intelligence gives me two additional DoS on a successful test Scholastic Lore (Heraldry) to know stuff about Matternach family: 1d100 76 And failure Zikan fucked around with this message at 05:36 on May 3, 2014 |
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"'Exert his will' is one way of putting it. The poor boy just doesn't understand when something is off-limits, if you catch my meaning. Both your colleagues have had to suffer his numerous advances. Gotta admire his sheer nerve though. And the Mitternachs? Fredrick Mitternach III is just about the last scion of the main branches. Up until recently his branch were the rulers of Domitia IV. Got maybe nine billion or so souls there. One of the few worlds in the system still unaffected. But the bombing of Unuturo killed off most of his family that was left. If Fredrick gets knocked off, his niece will take over. She's about nine, I think. And then... We're not really sure, at this point. Still trying to figure out who's still alive." OOC: Zikan use Heraldry
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NUKE DUKEMS "Tell me everything about Unuturo Colonel Lockyer." Nuke says in his metallic voxspeak, his helmet on as ordered so he looks like any other stormtrooper except for the heavy weapons he's carrying and the mark of the ordo on his pistol/helmet.
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Jerry Jerry lowers his shield a bit now that its apparent they're not going to be blown to bits, well, for a little while longer anyways. "Sir? To add on to what the six million throne man said; other than the big loving bombs, what else has the opposition been throwing your way, and do you think this is homegrown stuff or outside agitation? Paralleling that, what are the other major and minor players that you've been forced to deal with other than our salubrious hosts here?"
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Solomon Solomon stands just behind the group, relaxed but still holding the hilts of his swords. He weighs his options with a thoughtful shift of weight as the inquisitor and his cadre speaks. He has not been ordered to do something but he has been included, even if only as an after thought, in the Inquisitor's call for questions. Solomon decides to at least attempt some form of useful questioning, "What is the root cause of the rebellions in this area? The rebellion leaders are... abnormal if they have been thwarting a Senior Inquisitor for the past year..." He trails off slightly and then motions with his head towards Folkar, "In point of fact, they have caused enough of a problem as to draw forth a second of the Inquisition's number. They are skilled, intelligent or... at the very least Lucky, many rebellions are not..." He trails off with another shift of weight breathing a few long and thoughtful breaths before questioning, "Do they have a face or demands? A leader or even just a proxy by which they communicate to the masses? I mean, rebels must hide somewhere. The men that oppose the Inquisitor Magdella have to have a place to sleep and resupply or the sheer amount of time the rebellion has lasted would have drawn them thin." Solomon finishes his speaking with a final closing of his mouth and a few long breaths before resuming his thoughtless litany chanting.
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Lanny Lanny remains silent, his eyes constantly scanning the horizon. He was here to keep the Inquisitor alive, and distracting himself by listening to the conversation wouldn't be assisting with that. "Keep moving, lets get to a safe position before we try any interrogation. Stay focused and watch for ambush." Awareness at 34... ouch, I forgot to buy that up. Whoops.
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malikial posted:Solomon Ronwayne posted:Jerry ”There is not simple one rebellion on this planet, but several. While theoretically opposed to one another, they seem to coordinate their attacks on occaision, usually when it's most disastrous to our operations. The big two are the Domitian Workers Liberation Army, and 'The Pure'. Both have their theoretical root in lower class discontent, and both want nothing more than the imprisonment or execution of the planetary governor, and all other hereditary nobles, and to replacement of the current regime with whoever it is they deem fit. Obviously their demands are unacceptable. Other than that, it's a bunch of local groups that support one of the larger armies, or are merely opposed to the current government and don't care who replaces it. The Mitternachs stewardship of Domitia left... much to be desired prior to the start of the war. So most of the manufactories that they've seized have been all to willing to pump out hardware for them. As far as soldiers and resources go, it's all homegrown. Luckily the none of the Admech factories have been able to produce anything. Nantors kept a good clamp on his subordinates, and they can't use those factories without Admech assistance. And you can't be too harsh on your fellow Inquisitor. Shes only been back in the field for a few weeks, and alot of her leads and resources went up flames when Unuturo was bombed. I'm honestly a bit shocked shes still alive. CisMaleTheSensitiv posted:
”Unuturo? Besides being the former head of the planetery government, and the largest hive on the planet? Not much. It's in control of DWLA now, and they've been using it to launch artillery into what remains of our forces. Both of the major factions took advantage of the chaos following the bombing, and we've lost actual control of just about everything besides Duturo and Trituro, the other two hives you can see from here, and the land between them. Doesn't necessarily mean the enemy controls that territory. By this time the Colonel had lead you down a long hallway, extravagantly decorated in the gaudy ecclesiarchal fashion and with several heavily fortified checkpoints, and onto a large elevator. As huge as it is, it's still cramped with you all on it. It descends for several minutes, taking you a great distance underground, likely to some sort of fortified bunker, although the walls are no less ornate down here than up above. The Colonel leads you through several more rooms, until finally pausing in front of one last door. Well... Lets get this over with. He opens the door onto a... party? A ball? A gala? Whatever the gently caress it is it isn't a 'war council'. Sharply dressed nobles and military officers fill the room, drinking from fluted crystal glasses.  In one of the far corners of the room stand a number of dour, unhappy looking priests, centered around one creepy rear end mother fucker.  Hoo yeah. Definitely a heretic. Or maybe hes just really loving creepy. With him is a servitor with what looks like a video screen bolted to its face. Weird. "That's the latest Cardinal, Aerius Mordecai, and Nantors representative. Nantor himself cannot leave his shrine very easily these days, so he communicates via that servitor. Slightly removed from that little cabal of buzzkills is the group you're looking for at the moment, seated on a raised stage overlooking in the back of the room. As Colonel Lockyer leads you there he points out each of the four major figures in turn.  "My superior, Lord General Carnwath." The lord General seems to be enjoying the conversation hes having with another grizzled old subordinate. Farther down the table is the Inquisitor you came to retrieve:  "You know lady Magdella already, I'm sure." The Inquisitor has a rather forced looking smile as she listens the man next to her:  "That's Mitternach. Still going at it, by the looks of it. Boys gonna end up gelded if he doesn't watch himself. Across from the two of them is another miserable looking woman, who appears to be in the process of committing suicide by alcohol poisoning:  "And that's the Rogue Trader, Ophelia Quint." So, how do you approach this meeting?
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Joyce Scree The feral assassin is certainly out of her element here. Though she doesn't feel it, she has been told that her mere existence as a Teferi makes others naturally spiteful around her, and her past experiences have shown that to be widely true. She leans in towards the Inquisitor and whispers, "I think I'll stay by the door, unless you'd like me closer, sir." Talky stuff is WAY out of my league, so I'll hang back so as to shoot mans if like rebels attack the party, unless Dyne wants his living psyker repellent near by, then I'll stick on him and keep my mouth shut.
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Magos Korbathov The Magos looks at the gala with disgust, such indulgences of the flesh were beneath him in the eyes of the Omnissiah. At least in a real war council he could focus on the technologis of holo tables or programming his cyber mastiffs for war. But this? He scans around as the Colonel talks about the important people of the event. No doubt the more "people-person" of his Inquisition cadre would have a good time here. The only thing that catches Korbathov's attention is when he spots the Ophelia Quint's right cybernetic hand. Knowing the legends of the superb craftsmanship the Rogue Traders could acquire, no doubt it would be something at least interesting to analyze. Accompanied always by his two cyber mastiffs, he walks toward her in his whirring power armor. The suit making relatively loud noises with each step. He opens his vocalyzer and talks in a monotone voice. "++ROGUE TRADER OPHELIA QUINT. I AM MAGOS KORBATHOV. YOUR RIGHT HAND BRINGS SUBRIQUE-PATTERNS GRAPPLEHAWKS TO MIND. MAY I ANALYZE THE QUALITY OF ITS CRAFTSMANSHIP FOR THE SAKE OF PURE CURIOSITY?++"
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Jerry Jerry listens in as the Colonel fills him in on the situation, and betrays only a slight amount of open disgust upon meeting all the others. The rebels' ideas about murdering almost every single person here don't seem quite all that bad at the moment. His eyes immediately scan the room and lock on about the only person there that probably does anything productive with the power given to them. Jerry squints as the magos does his little thing and hopes the claw he's grasping for isn't her pistol hand. He removes his helmet. "Lord-Captain Quint of the Big Stick? Gerald Daniels, a pleasure to finally meet you." Jerry isn't quite sure on the etiquette of greeting another person while some autistic mechancius weirdo fondles them. "I don't believe we've met before but I've had the privilege of murdering a bunch of feral orks near that colony you landed on Pontificus III." He produces a fancy, gold-banded cigar from his pocket. "Lho?" (Charm 53+Peer RT 10=TN 63+situation modifiers to get my  on.)
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May 6, 2014 04:54
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