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Edourd “I knew you would make it back here eventually.” You raised an eyebrow. Well, tried to. The scar tissue make it more of a grimace. “The cogitators?” He shook his head. “No, I just know you. This vendetta of yours.” “He is going to die.” “I’ve no doubt. But you came here because you want me to capture him.” Was he criticizing your methods, trying to twist the knife? You narrowed your eyes. Edourd waved you off. “Not like that. He’s always two steps ahead of you, either as Tech-Priest or Guardsman. He knows you think. But you’ve never said he’s done anything with psykers, and I’m the only one you know.” “Can you do it?” “Is he an enemy of the Inquisition?” You ground your teeth. “A deviant, a traitor, a drug addict, an associate of mutants. But he’s never crossed the line of the Rosette.” “So you want me to do it as a favor.” “... Yes.” He shrugged, his eyes going distant, into some inner memory. “I can do that, Ohone. As a friend.” “.. as a friend, then. Are you a precog?” Precognition fighters were notorious - they knew what you would do before you did, were in place before you could move. And it fit his obsession with the future like a glove. Edourd chuckled. “You’d think so, but no. Telekinetic.” “What level?” “Gamma.” Your eyes widened despite themselves. Gamma was around the highest humans could go and still remain what was recognizable as sane. “How soon till you are ready?” “Couple hours. Need to start unlocking the barriers.” In the distance you could hear a sonorous bell chiming, deep and awful. The sigil of his rank began to flare on his forehead. - You were waiting in the docking bay, and could feel his prescence long before he entered. It beat the air like the wings of a great bird, or the heartbeat of some living thing. He had a halo of static, and his eyes were far too bright. You glanced closer - he wasn’t even walking on the ground. It seemed gravity was only a suggestion for some people. “I want him alive, Edourd.” He chuckled, a wet sound. “Of course. Anything else?” “If Amacita is there. Alive as well.” Edourd laughed unpleasantly. “Anything else? Puppies, an orphanage?” “No. Make it back in one piece.” Electricity burst forth from his wrists, encircling him in a globe of plasma energy. He had equipped himself with carapace armor, grenades and a hell gun pistol, but you rather doubted he would need it. Between lightning shocks, you could see a pair of eyes, staring at you balefully between afterimages. He drew a Force Staff out of nothing, and leapt into the void. It was several kilometers through open space, but a psyker would never let that stop him. You turned on the visual and audio feed he had given you, seeing through his eyes. He was still laughing, a particularly disturbing sound given that he was literally in space and sound shouldn’t move. Inwardly, you grit your teeth. Psykers were nothing but trouble. But for what was necessary… He pushed through the atmosphere barrier like it was water, and then descended to the earth as an avenging angel. The narco-gangs took one look at him and ran like the God-Emperor himself was after them. Lightning began arcing from his sphere, grounding itself, and all you could hear was the laughing, laughing. The fortified estate before you, having repulsed a dozen assaults of the most driven people in the arcospheres. Sealed in steel and concrete and recent sigils, it stood obstinately, resistant to any approach. Edourd walked towards it, still floating off the ground. With a too wide grin, the main gate, a multi-ton steel barrier shifted. He frowned, and it slowly was pulled off its hinges, falling to the ground with a massive noise. Cackling, he swept forward, and inside. Inside, nearly a thousand death cultists. They had sworn to Devries for reasons unknown, and had fought off the insane and insanely greedy for days. They were fearless, stubborn, and well trained, and it didn’t matter at all. As soon as his gaze met them, their limbs were torn off, leaving them on the ground, bleeding profusely and screaming. Edourd darted to one, lifted him off the ground, drank greedily from the stump, like a child with a sweet treat. You shook your head to clear it. Did he do that? No, the bloody lips were his own, surely. Trauma from unlocking the inner gates. The earth trembled as he walked, and interior walls crumbled at his gesture. You thought you could hear the crying of children, or their songs. Flies were settling over your vision, even as Edourd tore the last building to pieces with the force of his will. A deep bunker, armed with lascannons and flamers. They fired, and their vicious energies arced around him. And then they crumpled, crushed like tissue paper. Devries was inside, standing tall, holding the faux Captain’s baton and smiling contemptuously. And then he raised it, and the feed cut out.
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The Ride Never Ends.
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Near-Unique Null Rod? I always wanted to play a blank with a pair chained together as Null-Rod Chuks.
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Children’s tears “Skade! What happened?” Silence. The bridge staff looked at each other. “Skade! Talk to me.” “Ah… Lord-Sire?” “Yes, what??” “I’m Astin De Merode.” “Did I ask you? Tell me what happened!” They checked their panels. “No explosions, no detonation. It looks like an EMP burst might have taken out the signal.” “Whats the radius?” “Not much, under one hundred yards.” “Get the fliers out there, I want to see what’s going on. Now!” - Alarms on the flight deck. Assault shuttles leaping into the emptiness. - It took far too long. You considered shooting their officers for wasting your time. In a combat situation, they would need to be much faster. Perhaps you should go down there now, send a few into the void without a flight suit. They would what speed was, then. Astin broke into your thoughts. “Lord-Sire, feed is up.” “Show me.” The bunker had been blasted apart, spider cracks everywhere. Devries was standing, looking up at the sky - you, presumably. He was still wearing his contemptuous face, but his wrists were bound in sparking electricity. Around him, a circle a meter wide contained him, flaring with violet energies. A dozen meters away, slouched against the wall, Edourd. He was surrounded by bodies, cooked and amputated, and he was soaked in blood. He was sitting in a lake of it, actually. His arm was thrown over his face, and he was breathing, but you could see blood leaking from his eyes, nose, and ears.
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Send in retrieval team. Pick up the prisoner and our presumably by now somewhat exhausted friend.
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Jesus Christ -gently caress this guy-
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Waci posted:Send in retrieval team. Pick up the prisoner and our presumably by now somewhat exhausted friend. Also it's always a good sign when we start calling the living by the names of the dead. Right? right? 
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Waci posted:Send in retrieval team. Pick up the prisoner and our presumably by now somewhat exhausted friend. Yep
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Edourd shall henceforth be known as 40KGoku. Shame we didn't go with plan Just Blow It Up. I know you guys want him to suffer but he's just not worth it. I feel like our every encounter with Devries is the ending to the movie War Games, but instead of the message being "This is stupid, you can't win, stop trying to win Thermonuclear War" the message is actually "Stop trying to be clever, he is more clever than you are, engage Thermonuclear War it's the only way to win".
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That's interesting. Does Devries look scuffed, at all? I realize that trying to take him alive would have been tricky given that Devries wasn't under the same prohibitions, but still, you'd expect at least a few marks of battle.
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Kind of seems like a waste of the Imperium's resources to have 10 space marines hanging out in cold storage on a rogue trader ship. Not that anyone aboard the Beast cares, but still.
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gently caress it. He's not escaping again. Order his arms and legs forcibly removed from his body before he is allowed to go anywhere or do anything.
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We got him “Edourd… Thank you.” He winced, rubbing blood off his face with a cloth. “Shut up. I’ve got a migraine that could kill daemons. Leave me alone, you can talk to me next week.” You nodded at him, gestured. Kriegers wrapped him in a sensory deprivation helmet, cutting off sight, sound. Began walking him to his room, where he would be well guarded. Devries was still aboard the capturing shuttle. His gear was in a magnetically sealed and DNA locked case. He had been stipped naked. Cavity searched. Kriegers had removed teeth that might be capsules. Head shaved. Body shaved. Bound on a board. Strapped down with leather belts that would hold an Ork. The Kriegers had subjected themselves to stun grenades, making themselves deaf. The shuttle was being controlled by a Machine Spirit that you yourself wrote. And assault craft were behind it, missiles locked on and hot. What do you do? and uh.. lets not get too crazy with the torture porn guys >_>
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Add him to the family's collection. He doesn't believe there's anything beyond the here and now. Let's see how he enjoys the prospect of spending an eternity as part of the ship. Unable to act, with no power or agency.
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RandomPauI posted:Ask him if he is prepared to answer any questions "Only in person." He smiles.
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Make sure he'll never be a threat again, then make him hurt and leave him that way somewhere out of the way. Lets get on with the story. Plan Tran.
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Talk to him. See if he has anything to say, if he had any sort of end goal. And then put a bolter round through his head. Nothing fancy. Nothing over the top. Just a simple punctuation point on this whole sorry episode before we get to the important matters. Pain will bring nobody back, but his death is useful.
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LowellDND posted:We got him It's your story. Just ignore the worst suggestions. For my part, I'm going with stick his brain in a servitor body, rig the thing so that it can't move or interface with machinery or really do anything but keep his mind alive and let him see, then make him our new hood ornament. We aren't going to get anything useful from him. Get revenge, move on.
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ElrondHubbard posted:Run a full medical, xray, etc... scan on him. Augmented eyes/memory. Extensive scarring. EXTENSIVE drug use. Several rejuv treatments. Otherwise within normal parameters. And yes, the DNA matches, its not a clone. Also, he hasn't slept much and is showing signs of sleep deprivation.
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I'd love to get inside his head a little. Whatever we do, is there a way we could safely browse through his memories / thoughts and see if there's anything which may be useful to us? Beyond revealing possible assets (such as the condition and location of amacita) / possible latent dangers (such as the condition and location of amacita) it would simply be interesting from a lore perspective. Emphasis on safely - if there's some kind of daemonic influence here, let's not expose ourselves to it. Of course, if this turns his brain to mush we should make sure to do it after making his life hellish.
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sniper4625 posted:Can we dump his memory? Preferably taking precautions against any nasty surprises?
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sniper4625 posted:Can we dump his memory? Yup. I need to decide whats on it and what you can retrieve, but you have the skill for it. Its definitely enough to convict him of enough for execution in any court worth the name. edit: None of your sensors report any kind of daemonic presence whatsoever from him.
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Oasx posted:I forgot, where do we know Edourd from? Hes your buddy cop Inquisitor, the conspiracy theorist.
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Edourd was the one obsessed with Kozilek. Also, dump the memory, sure. The fact that he's hooked on drugs makes me wonder if maybe a perfectly acceptable form of torture would just be to keep him alive for a while and let the withdrawal kick in.
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Turn the shuttle lights off. Leave it in a bay that's exposed to hard vacuum. Come back in a week There's no way his scheme was just "hide in a tower". I don't think that torturing him will work. So, absent some great idea to extract information, let him sit in solitary for a while.
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Stick DeVries in the best life support rig that a Rogue Trader's money can buy, and install him in an iron shrine in a prominent place. Dedicate it to the virtue of loyalty, and family. E: I don't like torture and I'm voting no to drawing anything we do with him out or making it particularly graphic. Just suggesting this as the way we deal with him and move on, that comes with a reminder/memorial.
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It might be a Joker thing though where we miss out on our chance to save Amatica because we're too busy torturing him giving him that one last win.
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Anticheese posted:Stick DeVries in the best life support rig that a Rogue Trader's money can buy, and install him in an iron shrine in a prominent place. Dedicate it to the virtue of loyalty, and family. RickVoid posted:For my part, I'm going with stick his brain in a servitor body, rig the thing so that it can't move or interface with machinery or really do anything but keep his mind alive and let him see, then make him our new hood ornament. We aren't going to get anything useful from him. Get revenge, move on.
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Tomn posted:Edourd was the one obsessed with Kozilek. Well, if we keep him alive for functionally forever we can see just how long his withdrawals last. Anticheese posted:Stick DeVries in the best life support rig that a Rogue Trader's money can buy, and install him in an iron shrine in a prominent place. Dedicate it to the virtue of loyalty, and family. The beast already has a highly complex life sustaining complex set up for people deemed useful but dangerous.
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RickVoid posted:It's your story. Just ignore the worst suggestions. This but make it your personal footstool.
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The Memory Core Most recent document: Video for Ohone. Date time, during psyker assault. You eyed it carefully, considering how nasty the last home video was. You didn’t detect any traps, daemonic or cybernetic, but you ran it through your usual servitor tests first. Still nothing - it looked like it was a standard video message for you. You clicked play. A selfie video of Devries. He’s in the bunker, and the walls are shaking. He looks amused. “By the God-Emperor, where on earth did you find such a powerful Psyker? I looked through the entire system for one, but they were all hacks or useless. What am I going to do with an astropath when I need a battle psyker? “Well done on that, anyway. He’s turning my little cult of idiots into giblets, which has been hilarious to watch. They think I’m their Avatar against the Iron Men, which is ridiculous. I found their ‘bone fragment of the High Marshal’, put it in a mace, and they’ve been following me ever since. I can’t believe someone just left it in a garbage heap. “Anyway, if this was you in person, I would have used it on you. It can turn off all machine-spirits for a little while, which would have been perfect against you. But you found a psyker, and now you have won our little game. “I was originally planning to offer a partnership - give me profit factor, I’ll be your emissary in this system and so forth - but when my little device killed your family, I saw that wasn’t going to be the case. So here I stay. “Please do be aware that your ship is completely loving haunted and I want no part of it. Something is going wrong with it. Also, I have no idea where Amacita went to, and the poor dear will need her little helpers soon.” The walls began to crumble inwards. “Ah, here your man is. Well, best regards, and to Amacita too. Tata.”
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