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Post by silverguns22 on Jan 15, 2014 10:06:35 GMT -5
"My greatest apologies your lordship, if you would do me such a graceful honour as to wait in the back of the shop, I would be eternally grateful. Any questions shall be answered soon." the man said with a smirk. Ollanious returned the smile in kind and clicked his fingers, immediately the two closest guardsmen present locked their arms around the man slamming him full strength against the wall causing quite a sound. One of them, Sargent Pavel of the 4th Icehawks drop company was a mighty man standing to the height of a space marine of 7'2" the other private Augustus only reached the height of 6'7" but more than made up with prowess and disciplined, as was the way of the Eden Grenadier Regiments for the frozen climatic conditions and the need for defense against constant greenskins lead to the broad and big guardsmen with iron will although without the sheer skill and ability of the space marines. The inquisitor then stepped forward and raised his black gloved bionic fist and beat the man with the hilt of his chainsword
"Know your place, or next time it shall be your head, and I'm sure Concuerda will understand" he said leaning over the man, then he left the guardsmen to let him fall where he was and stepped through into the room behind. He peered around the the misfits that were present, the first a pirate by all means and of just as much worth of a disemboweled squig by looks though Ollanious was sure that the inquisitor had his reasoning. The second a space marine scout as he had let eyes upon before and gave no further thought to. Then his eyes turned to an inquisitor, well dressed and honorable seemingly the best pick of the bunch but for a scar running up her face that pulled attention and through an off putting approach though Ollanious couldn't say he had no scarring of his own, Ollanious extended a hand of friendship to her
"it is a pleasure, Lord Inquisitor Ollanious Khordel of the Ordo Hereticus, Marshall of the Eden Grenadiers under Lord Inquisitor Cornelius Dalton" he then after the greeting felt the third presence, but this time he turned more slowly. He caught eye of the xenos sitting in the seat in the corner and his expression changed to be colder than night, the stood full height and his bionic eye whirred. "the witch, why?" He asked generally, his vision passing back to the previous Inquisitor. "one reason, now, that I should nay be just and plant judgement of the Emperor, beloved by all, between its heathen eyes" then his hand slithered over the hilt of his chainsword as he sized up the armour of the which noticing weak points and breaks were a precise strike would be most useful. His bionic eye whirring over the thinner parts and planning flight paths for bolt weaponry. The reason given would need be beyond satisfactory for such a xenos to be admitted within the site of so noble a being as an inquisitor without being beyond the reaches of life.
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Espethionix caught site of something most interesting, it was a space marine and a metal man. He laughed at humanities poor attempts to make something worth considering a challenge. He saw them peering over odd trinkets and the like and saw the obvious fear of the animals bustling around the malformed being. Well now, how about we play a little game he thought to it, as he gracefully made his way to the top of a building. He then took sight of two imperials approaching, guardsmen maybe he wasn't quite sure, not that it mattered as he had time to spare before finding sister kin. those two, I hear you think, see, and you think they are for you, no he pulled up his shard carbine to his shoulder and took aim slowly I think you cant find me, but I'll play with you. I'll kill you, then your man, but if you find me before then I wont kill you. But don't think you will be free.
He thought to fire and the round hit the space marine in the arm. He had only loaded a small dose of the toxins but they acted fast enough so as the small glass shard caused a blockage of he nerve impulses in the marines arm however the space marines pathogen resistance was too fast acting for such a dose and he could still move it. Espethionix began laughing hysterically inside his head before taking aim again Hurry, sergeant, the next one won't be such a small dose and you don't want that do you
(IOk edited, just to clear some stuff up I have no intention of killing anyone. At most light damage, and in ollanious' case I just need a word or two from concuerda)
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Post by unit894 on Jan 16, 2014 10:08:30 GMT -5
Gibbons was from Omega I, and dense jungle of the deadliest reptiles and Amphibians for entire systems around. Unlike other jungle deathworlds like Catachan, who bread large, muscled men with less brains than a Squig. The locals from Omega I were short, quick and generally fairly quick learners. They were all very good climbers, and have excellent sight and hearing.
None of this helped Gibbons however, when he was slammed into a wall by people at least a foot and a half taller than him. His lungs were emptied of air in a great whoosh. Gibbons had had to endure this a hundred times in prison, so this was nothing new to him. He glowered at the Inquisitor as he walked towards him. The Inquisitor lashed out with his chainsword, the butt hitting the side of Gibbons' large jaw. The troopers released him, and he dropped to the floor lightly.
"Know your place, or next time it shall be your head, and I'm sure Concuerda will understand"
Gibbons rubbed his now aching jaw, and spat on the ground. Engineer Velk had done nothing at all to intervene, still being occupied with a large pile of machinery on the counter. He did however look over the top of the pile to catch the small man's eye. "I warned you not to. You get away with a lot more than most Inquisitor's would allow." Gibbins snorted at this, and moved to the counter.
"You know what I really want?"
"No. You cannot murder him in his sleep"
"Damn"
Suddenly, both of their comm-beads turned on.
"Velk. Gibbons. I just got a message from the Major, they were attacked at the port. Bring those that are here to me now, I can speak to Irons later." Velk replied first. "Yes, Raphael". Velk put down the wrench he was using and walked into the back. He fiddled with his respirator so his voice would be louder.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Inquisitor Raphael Concuerda will see you now. Please instruct all bodyguards and or servants to remain here. While weapons have been permitted, the Inquisitor would be most grateful if they stay within holsters and sheathes. If you will all come through here." He walked to a simple wooden door and opened it, revealing some plain wooden stairs.
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As soon as the tiny flicker of glass hit the Space Marines arm, it went limp. Alynsky could see by his posture he was in pain. He looked around frantically for a shooter, but found none. He went to draw his pistol, but the Major grabbed his arm.
"Don't bother Sergeant. Whatever is was that hit the Marine was not Imperial technology. That means either a very expensive assassin, or some sort of Xenos trickery. Either way, our objective still stands. Inquisitor Irons must get to the safe house. Come on." Major Bane turned on his comm-bead. "Inquisitor? Possible assassination attempt on Inquisitor Irons. Unsure if it is a one off. We will move as quickly as possible, but I would advise you start without us"
"Affirmative Major, good luck"
Major Artemis Bane simply walked at the wall of people, and they split apart. His pure aura of unquestionable authority cut him a path Alynsky followed. He had spent his Military career fighting his way through snow filled cities, fighting all manner of Xenos or Chaos threat. Even after being with the Inquisitor for almost five years, he sometimes still struggled with large crowded areas. He had only seen space ports when they were soaked in the blood of Guard and enemy alike.
He stuck close to the Major, who was an Omega III-er born and bred. He reached the Inquisitor in a number of seconds. "Inquisitor Irons, we have been sent to guide you too safety. Please follow us".
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Post by Sabess on Jan 18, 2014 7:33:54 GMT -5
Kaayvan smirked at the Eldar's comment, less Xenophobic than most humans. Before he could say anything, voices and rather loud noises erupted from the shop-front. Kayvaan walked towards the doorway, peering through the other-side. Some men stood there, beating the shit out of one of the Inquisitors, it seemed. Kayvaan slipped back into the room before they noticed him, leaning back against the wall.
The men soon walked into the room, casting a gaze across the group. Kayvaan almost pulled out another Lho-Stick, to take away the stress talking to him would be. He then looked back over to the female Inquisitor, remembering that she had asked him to put out his first. He shrugged, and kept his eyes onto the men, trying to anticipate their actions. One of them soon started talking to the female Inquisitor, quite respectfully, much to Kayvaan's surprise. He soon stopped dead in his tracks, turning towards the Eldar. He started spouting his Xenophobic bullshit, as Kayvaan liked to call it. Once the Astartes placed his hand on his Chain-sword, Kayvaan placed his own hand on his Bolt Pistol, refusing to take a Homicidal Space Marine's side over a friendly Eldar's.
Before the scene could develop further, a man walked into the room, giving them more "orders". "Ladies and Gentlemen, Inquisitor Raphael Concuerda will see you now. Please instruct all bodyguards and or servants to remain here. While weapons have been permitted, the Inquisitor would be most grateful if they stay within holsters and sheathes. If you will all come through here." He politely told them, opening a plain wooden door to a set of stairs. Kayvaan followed, wandering what the near future may hold.
Karly saw the men walk through the door, one of them striking up a conversation with her. "It is a pleasure, Lord Inquisitor Ollanious Khordel of the Ordo Hereticus, Marshall of the Eden Grenadiers under Lord Inquisitor Cornelius Dalton" He greeted her with, simply.
"Pleased to meet you, Inquisitor Karly Grey, at your service." Karly replied, slightly more casual. The mans attention was soon redirected to the Eldar, even going as far as to prepare to take out his Chain-sword. Karly saw the Space Marine scout reaching for his weapon and decided to the do the same, carefully placing a hand on her Power Sword and remembering where her Stub Gun was. An inferno pistol would be more trouble then it was worth in a room like this.
Before anything could happen, a man came into the room. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Inquisitor Raphael Concuerda will see you now. Please instruct all bodyguards and or servants to remain here. While weapons have been permitted, the Inquisitor would be most grateful if they stay within holsters and sheathes. If you will all come through here." He told the group. Karly relaxed her grip and followed the man towards the stairs.
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 18, 2014 8:34:25 GMT -5
A young human male leaning against the wall smirked at her joke, while the rest just gave her odd looks.
"Well at least one of you has a sense of humor" Thirianna muttered silently, examining the runes embedded into the sleeves of her clothes. She heard a small uproar from the adjacent room. Soon after, a proud (yet obviously stupid)man, of whom she guessed was an Inquisitor, strode into the room. It wasn't long before he noticed her.
He started yelling overzealous crap about her being a 'xeno' and drew his crude chainsword. A human at his side, obviously a Space Marine also drew his. The young Space Marine from earlier even began to pull out his pistol, oddly with his eyes set on the humans instead of her. So they had dignity after all. She looked at the approaching human, and had to cover her mouth. She was laughing, she couldn't hold it in, so she just started chuckling out loud. They really thought they were any match for her?
Before she could do anything more, another human, one of the Inquisitors man-servants, interrupted and ask that they all were to step into a different room. Calming herself down, she told the Wraithguard to wait then stood up and walked near the door, purposely standing beside the Inquisitor who wanted to kill her.
"You should thank the messenger, i believe he just saved your life" She smirked, then turned her head to look him in the eyes. "Also when i inevitably kill you, how would you like me to do it? I can disintegrate you, incinerate you, decapitate you, send you to the Warp or just simply levitate you high into the air and drop you." All the while she kept up an innocent smile. She quickly stepped into the next room before he could reply, then looked at her new surroundings.
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Post by Possessedcheddar on Jan 18, 2014 22:45:05 GMT -5
Inquisitor Irons looked up as a bolt of light impacted Sergeant Malus’ arm. He followed the projectile back to its origins, based on the degree of impact and penetration into the Astartes’ limb along with its trajectory and discovered a lithe, tall figure darting away across the rooftops of several distant buildings. Alactus had been following the shooter too and as Irons made to speak, he was interrupted by the arrival of the gruff looking man who they had seen earlier. Without preamble the man said
"Inquisitor Irons, we have been sent to guide you too safety. Please follow us".
Irons looked at the Sergeant and saw instantly the need to pursue the attacker written in the man’s body language. He nodded his metal enshrouded head. If he could have frowned, he would have. Instead the muscles of the Inquisitor’s face twitched, unseen beneath his faceplate.
“Sergeant, we must go, these men will lead us to our mission or at least a place to start. But you, you will stay with me. This assassin, if they truly are that, has shown that they can strike us from anywhere. If you give chase to them, what is to stop them from simply appearing where I am and you are not? We cannot take that risk. You must stay and help protect my person. The coward will not show their face, they attack from afar and use weapons not of human make. My guess is that we have a rouge Xenos on our hands. An Adeptus Astartes will make a formidable foe when fought one on one. So stay with me and if the coward shows up again, deter attacks of this type from occurring. Ave Imperator.”
The Sergeant quickly flashed the wings of the Aquila across his chest and drew his bolt pistol. The humans ran back into the thronging crowd, on the lookout for the assassin but knowing all too well that they would not see the person unless they wanted to be seen, such are the cowardly ways of those who hide in the shadows and use darkness to mask their intent. Malus’ long coat billowed behind him like drapery in the wind. The Astartes moved with such surety of purpose and such haste. The Inquisitor matched the Sergeant’s speed and the gruff looking man who had come to get the duo outpaced them all. The man was almost running and as they moved, his retinue pushed civilians out of the way to clear a path for the Inquisitor.
As the group ran Irons noticed a larger group of people, maybe eight or so, weaving in and out of the crowd around them. They were an unassuming bunch, but they were following the Irons’ group just the same. Irons moved closer to the Sergeant, closing in on the big man’s back and coming up on his right side.
“Alactus-“Inquisitor Irons began
“I’ve seen them, about six figures, small men, possibly younger individuals. They’ve been following us for some time.”
Irons was impressed at his guardian, very observant, though he had missed a couple.
As they weaved and bobbed through the crowds of shoppers, daily travelers and merchants, the people scurried to move aside of their charge. It wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t secretive, and it was purposeful and direct. Irons’ group burst into the open and suddenly the eight figures did as well and the Imperial servants found themselves outnumbered.
Inquisitor Irons had seen this type of scum before, low level men of some hive gang trying to gain some fame and notoriety. They circled Irons’ group in some attempt to scare the men. It did not work. The low level laser weapons and blunt objects the gang members carried were no match for the sheer, brutal power of a bolt weapon. Alactus was not going to play with these people, he had a mission to protect the Inquisitor and he would fulfill it, no matter how many bodies he left in his wake.
A man took aim at Irons’ group one second and then in the next, his arm and a fist sized chunk of shoulder spun away in a spray of crimson. The roar of Alactus’ bolt pistol filled the room as .75 caliber mass reactive short bolt tore into the man. Had this round come from Alactus’ full sized bolter, the one currently residing in the Inquisitor’s shuttle, it would have removed a good portion of the man’s chest as well. Not that it mattered; the man was still screaming just the same and would die the same as well. The shell armed in flight and detonated on impact, causing not only massively powerful kinetic punch, but also a muted explosion that caused massive trauma to the victim. For the man, the massive trauma his body had received and the gouts of vital fluid pouring from his body caused him to go into shock and in mere moments, die. His is lifeblood pooled around him in a rapidly expanding pond of coppery red liquid. The arm finally came to a stop, smacking into a stanchion and laying there with its own personal pool of gore. The gang members fled at the sight of such violence.
“The Emperor does not look fondly upon those who prey on others. I am a weapon and you have made yourselves my targets.”
Another two bolts blasted from the gun, each striking a different fleeing man. The carnage of a battlefield had been brought to the streets of Omega III and the people fled from its unwelcome arrival. Alactus had shown them the power of the Emperor’s finest, and that it did not end well for those who trifled where they should not have. Men with massive head-sized holes missing from their bodies, only to find the missing pieces and parts lying several feet away adorning the floor or decorating a nearby wall, would surely send a message. Irons did not think it was one that would be forgotten soon.
With his grisly work done, Sergeant Malus focused his attention once more on escorting his charge to safety. The rest of the trip to the meeting was pleasantly uneventful.
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Post by silverguns22 on Jan 19, 2014 8:24:24 GMT -5
He faced the eldar as she made her hurried escape, she knew she stood no chance against him, then he instructed the Sargent to follow the rest into the room. The man at the door tried to stop him and the inquisitor shook his head, and instructed the man let him pass.
"this man is my representative, should Concuerda have a problem then he must find me not the other way around" he said and then he
began to stride out of the building before further conversation could be made but before he exited the room "instruct anyone who has been sent to aid me, or ally with me, to the Eden barracks of where I shall be waiting"
He then passed into the next room where he came across the guardsman he had beaten earlier and he passed an idea "you there, I know we have had our ... differences but I have an idea that will play on your whimsy: kill the witch if you find an opportunity, or if you find yourself wanting then let her know that the next time we meet will be on the battlefield, man to freak, and I will not give it the pleasure of choosing how it dies as it doesn't even deserve my thought" then he strode out of the building
He gave one last look of disgust at the building and then passed down the street watching as people passed out of his way, but one party that was hurried did not pass out of his way but instead tried to hold its ground much to the inquisitors displeasure. He saw them, two guardsmen, a metal man, and a space marine. Ollanious instantly assumed the metal man was an inquisitor, and most chances were heading to Concuerda's meeting point
"hail thee" Ollanious called out, before moving to greet the man "why the hurry to the fools point" he asked distastefully before noticing the smoking and readied bolt pistol causing him to draw his weapon. A golden relic boltgun inscribed with silvers and platinum detailing litanies and Aquillas along its body, at the head of the weapon enclosed around the barrel was an eagles head with its mouth as the barrel. The handle had inscribe on one side, facing right, 'Never forget' and the other side, facing left, 'To forget is to forgive'
Espethionix sighed, following these people was far too easy. The couldn't catch him if he was stood in front of him. He sat down against a higher part of the building and observed a meeting between his metal man and a further fool, then he noticed something. The psychic link between the warp and sister kin was far stronger here, she was close by. He leveled himself and called out psychically Sister kin, where are you he tracked the presence to a small and run down building.
He jumped roof to roof onto the building then flipped of the building skillfully before looking left and right in case of anything he should be worried about, as if it existed, but still a precaution he learned as but a trueborn whelp. He stepped into the building and scanned the room, all manner of boring inferior devices here and there, he stepped forward to greet the man at the counter Good evening, Dog, I would appreciate you telling me where the 'eldar' is he talked into the mans mind but then Oh wait, no, its too easy to read he continued before darting acros the room and into the door far faster than the man could predict
He passed into the back room where he found two wraithguard who acted in some form of surprise Ah, brothers, it has been a while, no He spoke in the mind to them, then he sat down on one of the luxorious sofas stoking his metal armour tell me, where is sister kin? he asked plainly being unable to read so deeply the complex mind of a fellow eldar's. The he noticed he humans approaching cautiously stay your ground, dogs, I am here to see Concuerda as per summons he lied bluntly to them but with sister kin here who were they to argue
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Post by unit894 on Jan 20, 2014 17:52:42 GMT -5
The thugs circled the group, trying to intimidate them. Obviously they were too stupid to notice the towering bulk of a Space Marine in their midst. Or the completely obvious scabbard hanging from the Major's belt. The Major drew the blade, a Sabre commonly used by Blood Coat officer's as a ceremonial weapon, they were usually kept blunt. The Major's blade hissed as it was drawn, the artificial light glinting of the blade. Major Bane disliked the waste of life. He had ordered his fare share of suicidal charges in his days in the military, but these muggers were no older than 18. It would be slaughter.
"Come now lads, just leave it. We don't want no trouble." The kid that was obviously the leader spat at the Major's feet, and snarled at him.
"Fuck off granddad"
The Major sighed, and heard the Marine's booming rumble behind him.
“The Emperor does not look fondly upon those who prey on others. I am a weapon and you have made yourselves my targets.”
The sharp bark of a bolt pistol sounded off behind him, and Alynsky fired too, hitting a thug between the eyes with his Laspistol. The Major took a deliberate step into a mugger's clumsy lunge with a knife, batting the punt blade away with his hand guard. The Major stared into the boy's eyes. He must have been around sixteen, and now stared at the Major's hard eyes in fear. The Major narrowed his eyes. "I give you today to live boy. If I don't see you in a Blood Coats uniform by tomorrow, this blade will go through your chest. Understand?" The boy nodded his head fervently, The Major shoved him away, and barked after him. "What are you waiting for solder? Get a bloody move on!" The kid scurried away into a nearby alleyway.
The Major turned to see Alynsky wiping the blood of another mugger from his combat knife. He was a hardened veteran, and it took a lot to unfaze him. He looked up to The Major and shook his head. "Nasty business, eh Major?"
"Indeed. We have wasted too much time. We should move." He turned to the Inquisitor. "Come along sir, we shouldn't stay in the open."
They hurried through the streets of Hyrax Hive, The Major leading them on a winding path, hoping to throw off any pursuers. They made their way through side streets and back alleys, disturbing a variety of the scum that loitered there. When they finally arrived at the mechanic shop, a well-dressed man with a retinue of guardsmen were just leaving. He hailed the group.
"Hail thee. Why the hurry to the fools point?" It was not The Major's place to tell an Inquisitor what to do, but he did lean over and whisper to the bulky man. "Sir, we haven't the time for any distractions. The briefing has already began."
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When Asgarn had moved to the back room, Gibbons had once again hopped the counter, and relaxed there, happily not caring about the occurrences within. He already knew what Raphael was going to tell them. Hell, he even helped find out most of it.
With a whoosh of cloth, the bastard that had punched him suddenly reappeared, and turned to him. Gibbons looked back, nit showing any emotion. The Inquisitor smiled slowly, and said. " "you there, I know we have had our ... differences but I have an idea that will play on your whimsy: kill the witch if you find an opportunity, or if you find yourself wanting then let her know that the next time we meet will be on the battlefield, man to freak, and I will not give it the pleasure of choosing how it dies as it doesn't even deserve my thought" Gibbons smiled politely, and bowed to the man. "You will be sure I will..." The Inquisitor left the building, the thick walls of the shop making sure that he could not here the next part "...that as soon as I get a chance I am gonna shove that chain sword so far up your arse it might un-wedge your fucking head ya stuck-up prick." Gibbons waved his middle finger at the closed door for good measure, then went back to reading.
Suddenly, a shadow flicked across his vision, and a lithe figure all in black was standing in front of him. Gibbons looked up at the figure, and the lho-stick dropped from his open mouth.
"Good evening, Dog, I would appreciate you telling me where the 'eldar' is"
"Wh-"
"Oh wait, no, its too easy to read"
The creature suddenly flitted into the back of the shop.
"-at eldar? Oh. He's gone"
Gibbons shrugged, whatever it took for a weird life.
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Velk was watching the group file into the stairwell when suddenly there was a Dark Eldar sitting in front of him. Asgarn had studied enough Xenobiology to be able to identify the cruel and terribly spiky armour.
"Stay your ground, dogs, I am here to see Concuerda as per summons"
"That is a lie." Asgarn said bluntly. "Everyone that was required to arrive has either arrived or is accounted for. You are an unknown variable. And therefore a threat." Asgarn reached for his revolver. He had made several calculations, and the chances of Father Jen or Sovalk being able to shoot and otherwise attack the Dark Eldar before it was able to kill him were slightly in Asgarn's favour.
Father Jen already had his old shotgun in his hands, and was raiding it to fire, while Sovlak was building his psychic energy enough to crush the Xenos within his armour. Such was the powers of one gifted with Telekinesis.
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Archon Vakarus was sitting on his throne on his personal flagship as it cruised lazily towards the filthy human planet, Omega III. Even the words made him feel dirty. This went ignored however, as he was watching his old play-thing with extreme amusement. From a mirror-like structure, he watched Lord Inquisitor Ollanious strike another human whilst restrained, how very unsporting of him. The Archon tittered to himself. The human was still as stuck up and unbearable as ever. Like a child wearing his father's uniform. How cute. Archon Vakarus lifted the little glass jar he had in his hand, watching Ollanious' eye float in the preservation liquid.
Suddenly, a presence was felt within his powerful mind. He followed it, the mirror's image going with it. He watched Espethionix lurk on the ship, he laughed with the Dark Eldar as he shot the Space Marine. The Dracon had always owned a terrific sense of humour, Vakarus had always thought so. He watched Espethionix dance over the rooftops, and now he watched as the humans tried to draw weapons on him. He already knew what the human's intended to do. Their mission was profitable for Vakarus, and he meant to help it along. Espethionix killing these human's would not help this. He called out to the Dracon's mind.
"Espethionix you worm, you will immediately come and report to me, the all-powerful Vakarus. We have much to talk and laugh about."
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The room a the top of the stairs was huge, and surprisingly bare. The windows were boarded shut, the only light coming from a number of humming monitors set into a wall. There was a large mahogany desk with a high backed leather chair behind it. A large Chain-axe was mounted on the wall behind the desk. Standing in front of this, was Inquisitor Raphael Concuerda.
He was a huge man, standing at 6"9" easily. Although he wore clothes, it was easy to see his body was something a body-builder would die to own. The lower half of his arms that you could see were covered in thick corded muscle, and long scars, many years old, many others quite recent. His head could only be described as fearsome. A tall snow white war hawk was the only hair that adorned his face. A thin scar ran from his right nostril, down over his mouth to end just above his chin. His eye's were a light blue, and contained a mildness that was strangely relaxing.
He looked each individual in the eye, greeting them all with polite nods of acknowledgements.
"Ladies and Gentleman, I am very grateful to you all for coming. If you will save questions till the end, I shall explain why you were all gathered here. Simply put, every system from here to Terra is in danger if we do not combat this threat. The threat I speak of is a Chaos Space Marine Lord known only as The Carnival Master. The Carnival Master is a fanatical follower of the Chaos god Tzeench. He likes to surround himself with the most grotesque mutants he can, and parade them around any planet he successfully defeats. Little is actually known of his abilities, but he is supposedly a master tactician, unbeatable in combat and the wielder of arcane powers gifted to him by his Chaos God. If he succeeds in taking this system, then the flow of Rust Hound Penal Legions into the neighboring system will stop, the Ork Waaagh there will win, and continue it's destruction. The Carnival Master undoubtedly knows this, and use his bizarre powers to guide the Orks into a all-out charge into every system between here and Terra. With both the Carnival Master's Chaos Legions, and a full Ork Waaagh attacking simultaneously, it will be near impossible to defeat. It is our duty to the survival of humanity that this does not happen. The Carnival Master delights in corrupting his prey with spies and hidden cults, his attack on Omega V 200 years ago was simply him testing the waters. We must route out his men, destroy all hint of Chaos within this system and kill The Carnival Master."
"Any questions?"
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Post by Sabess on Jan 21, 2014 4:33:23 GMT -5
Kaayvan reached the end of the stair well, examining his surroundings. There wasn't much to see, the room looking somewhat abandon. He made his way to the back of the room, leaning against the wall as he usually did. He noticed that the female Inquisitor from earlier was well on the other side of the room, making his shrug and light another Lho-Stick.
A man behind a desk started talking, whom Kayvaan hadn't even noticed yet. He started telling them the purpose of their presence, although halfway through the voice he was plagued with earlier made a return. He held his head, trying to get a hold of himself. He could only just get the gist of what the man was telling them, all sound being completely drowned out by a sinister voice repeating "NO! NO NO! NO!" to him, over and over again. He managed to keep his composure enough to seem to have a simple headache, but he could feel eyes on him. He had no idea what was going on, all he got out of the man was information about the Carnival Master and that he needed to die. The voice disappeared as soon as it came. "Must be going crazy...." he thought to himself, confused.
Karly reached the top of the stairs, inspecting the room. Nothing much to see. She listened to Inquisitor Raphael, noticing the Astartes Scout from before was lighting up another Lho-Stick. He was far enough that the smoke wouldn't reach her yet, and she wasn't going to interrupt the Inquisitor. Around halfway through their orders, Karly noticed the Scout holding and rubbing his head. She raised an eyebrow, but didn't think to much of it. She had no questions, glad that she had finally received an in-depth description of what they were even doing on this planet.
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 21, 2014 5:30:52 GMT -5
Thirianna took a comfy little seat in the middle of the room, leaning back in her chair as the others filed in. The Inquisitor who had gathered them was sitting behind his desk telling them why he had assembled them. He spoke a Chaos Lord who was the source of the Chaos uprising in this system. Although she appreciated the information, she really couldn't care less why they were suppose to help him save the Immperium, she was only there trying to stop it because the instability in this system could create a portal to the Warp. This worried Craftworld Ulthwe greatly. That was her mission.
"Any questions?" He said at last. She voiced her opinion.
"Mister Inquisitor, may i ask why protecting the humans is any of my concern? I am only here for the purpose of serving my Craftworld, nothing more." She gave another devilish grin. "And i'm pretty sure some of the people in this room have their own missions to attend to." She became aware of a lot of psychic activity in the area. Before she could hear the Inquisitors reply, asked if she could be excused and then left the room, promising to be back in a minute.
Surveying the lobby room, she noticed multiple things. A group of humans preparing to attack, one of which a psyker themselves. A member of her races disgusting off-shoots, a so-called "Dark Eldar", sitting on the couch. The most interesting was a psychic conversation going on between the individual and another of his kin, somewhere unknown to her. She abruptly jumped into the conversation of the minds, politely asking
"Awwww, does he have to leave so soon? But i haven't even gotten the chance to introduce myself yet" Whilst simultaneously saying out-loud
"State your business wretch, this is hardly an appropriate place for an individual such as yourself."
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Post by Possessedcheddar on Jan 22, 2014 23:22:48 GMT -5
Irons sat with his hands in his lap and looked at Concuerda as he spoke. The Inquisitor digested the wealth of information that his compatriot offered. The description and manner of operation that was described in reference to The Carnival Master sounded as though it were taken straight from some Chaos rulebook. This was one of the best ways Chaos followers had discovered to incite conflict and peril for humanity. The fact that this type of behavior was commonplace among powerful Chaos followers did not make it any less lethal or effective
The obvious goals of The Carnival Master lie in sewing destruction and chaos among humanity. This was ever the goal of Chaos and while The Master’s approach was not unique, without the aide of the Grey Knights, or the Malleus inquisitors, it may prove difficult indeed to stop him and his mutant horde. Irons wished he had Alactus in this meeting with him, already he had to come to respect and even admire the man’s quiet and observant demeanor. The Sergeant took very complex situations and tore them apart into something easily digested. This was a very desirable trait as it allowed the making of snap decisions to come even easier and to be made more effectively. Irons’ knew the Astartes would have had valuable input on the meeting, especially with his background as sharing the same subset of humanity as The Carnival Master.
Irons listened to all the others as the murmur of discussion began around him. The Inquisitor ran his hand across the top of his armored skull once again and felt the muscles that would have once controlled his mouth twitch into what used to be a smile. The gesture was one he repeated often, still even after so many years of having no hair, he tried to run his hand through it. He was reminded of his personal sacrifices for humanity and the Emperor every time he tried to scratch an itch hidden by his mask, or every time he felt pain from a limb that was no longer there. He knew that before this was over, he would more than likely have more sacrifices to add to the list. Defending the Empire of Man was like fighting cancer, you have to cut a little of the host out to kill the cancer. Each time you treat it, you cut a little more.
To defend the human race, Irons was willing to cut whatever he needed. No matter what, he was on board to stop The Carnival Master.
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Post by silverguns22 on Jan 23, 2014 12:21:28 GMT -5
"Sir, If I may be so bold, Sir" Pavel said in his heavy accent, stood calmly to attention near the door. He saluted and then began to speak "If we are to be removing the threat of a chaos lord then surely it would be better to dispatch a regiment in order to root out and destroy all signs, sir!" He finished. Then after waiting for his reply he gave a final word before leaving "If you will sir, I must report back to My lord and would ask to be excused" He gave a salute again but left without more word.
On his way down the stairs his true, un-regimented, Eden personality shined through proper and he began his tirade "Emperor save us" He sighed "every-god-dammed-where you go its always the bloody greenskins, and even if you try and send the 'Emperors finest' dammed astartes, who think their better than us, you still dont get rid of the bloody savages" He forcefully kicked open the door to the room to see it almost hit an eldar and see a series of people standing for action.
"what in Dorn's name is going on in here" Pavel roared before noticing the center of attention and bringing his lasgun to bear "sir ... Ma'am, just who exactly is in charge here!?"
Ollanious returned to his compound and stood every guardsmen to and inspected them after training, then he retired to the training deck himself. He threw of his coat and carapace until he was wearing nothing but his boots and trousers, then he brought his chainsword into the training sphere and began his simulation.
The training was a hard pressed combat ritual lasting a good 15 minutes, the training servitor would lash out with a series of feints and blows of which Ollanious would parry and recompose in a battle dance. One particular blade swung towards his face and he used the harsh metal of his forearm to fend of the blade close to the servitors wrist to knock the blade away without much potential damage, then he swung his chainsword up which grated with a hideous noise against the creatures right arm before the chilled diamond called the emperor's teeth won out and the chainsword cut through it with wires and oil spraying everywhere.
Then he moved out of the training area as the servitor was damaged but he had still not cooled his choler. he threw aside the slightly damaged chainsord for the artificers to repair and inspected the slight tear in the bionics on his arm and summoned an apothecary to apply attention to the creation. He threw on simple red and black gowns and sat himself on an old metal box whilst his repairman worked before his second-in-command arrived
"Sir, if I may?" He asked bowing, this man was not of the Eden system but was instead taken from an Echlisiarchy world
"your counsel would be appreciated, Karkasy" Ollanious said peering at the out of place small man who tentatively rubbed the back of his hand, although this man seemed weak he was quick witted and a strong commander with a devotion of puritanism close to Ollanious' own leading to no other choice.
"May I ask, Sir, What Counsel you need?" He asked and Ollanious nodded before explaining about the, odd, team that Concuerda had summoned and he nodded and continued "In my time, sir, I have seen many a xenos and have learned one thing. Though it may be in your interest to purge the creature. Suffer not the alien, the mutant, the heretic. I believe it is in the emperor's, beloved by all, omnipotent will for you to use what opportunity you have." He cleared his throat "And as such sir I would suggest you wait for your moment and use all aid Concuerda has given you, sir, in order to complete your objective before you kill the taint along with you fellow inquisitors, sir, who I am presuming are following the same mentality."
"State your business wretch, this is hardly an appropriate place for an individual such as yourself." she said to him and he stared blankly at her for a small amount of time before he truly realized who she was Sister Kin! he shouted psychically, launching himself from his seat Come now, let us not be so hostile he said before finally paying attention to the people around the room. That was before the door burst open and another gibbering wretch burst through the door.
Espethionix calmly reached into his sash hanging at his thy and pulled out a small black device that seemed to humm with an energy that fulled the room with some sort of pulsating hate. He turned to survey the room before placing it softly on the ground as tension rose and people were inches from pulling the trigger
Brothers, sister, animals He announced, throwing his arms out to either side of him to fire would be a stupid idea, for this device will detonate the moment you kill me, for it is linked to my suits life supports. He looked at each one of them intimately the muscles that would have moved his mouth causing his face to crease and move in a disgusting fashion and should it detonate this entire building will be removed from the very fabric of existence into the void caused by this lance then he turned again to face the eldar and stepped closer to her And know this, She and I will leave here without any interference his final glance was at his hand as if he had lost his train of though And to you, Vakarus, My inkling to report to someone as lowly as you is less than it is to lick my boot. No, I will not suck up to someone like the scum that you are
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Post by unit894 on Jan 27, 2014 5:02:05 GMT -5
"Mister Inquisitor, may i ask why protecting the humans is any of my concern? I am only here for the purpose of serving my Craftworld, nothing more."
Raphael nodded politely. "I am more than aware of your allegiances Thirianna. I am afraid that even craftworld Ulthwe is not safe from The Carnival Master. There are rumours of a large webway gate hidden deep in the jungles of Omega I. If The Carnival Master were to find this, then he would almost definitely send an invasion force through it, should he learn how to activate it. There have been sightings of Dark Eldar in the system, it is possible they could strike up a deal, open the gate for the Chaos forces. This is or course entirely speculation, but the possibility is still there."
"If I may be so bold sir" Raphael was mildly surprised to see a huge guardsmen standing near the doorway. He supposed he should have expected this, Ollanious was to pious for his own good.
"If we are to be removing the threat of a chaos lord then surely it would be better to dispatch a regiment in order to root out and destroy all signs, sir!"
"A commendable strategy Sergeant, but I am afraid not effective. The Planetary defences upon Omegas III & IV, as well as almost unlimited infantry from Omega II make it possible for us to withstand a siege long enough for additional support to arrive. The issue is the Chaos cults and spies have already dug their fangs into this system. They will kill the leaders, sabotage anything they can at the drop of a pin." Raphael raised his voice, directing it towards the entire room's occupants.
I wish to make it perfectly clear to everyone that subtlety is key. If The Carnival Master learns of this operation, he will begin the invasion and we will have already lost. Violence is common enough in this system for it to be possible for us to eradicate all chaos taint we find, and be able to blame it upon the gang violence already happening here. I will also warn you now that it is incredibly likely that during your time here you will have to tangle with people of a...less than savoury nature. False identities, disguises and the local currency can all be supplied by me should you need them."
Raphael walked round his desk, returning to his seat. "If there are no more questions, I shall call this meeting finished. I have arranged various hotels and boarding houses for you all to stay in. If you should like to return tomorrow around the same time, my superior the Lord Inquisitor Orlanuss will be able to set out some assignments"
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Downstairs, things had gone from bad to worse. Asgarn kept his revolver trained on the creature as it talked to the Eldar female, Father Jen did the same, and though Sovlak had his powers ready to be used at a moments notice, he moved his hand to his Hellpistol.
Suddenly, a roaring voice came from the doorway to the stairs. Asgarn' bionic eye extended from it's socket on a small metal wire and swivelled ninety degrees. The Eden Trooper.
"what in Dorn's name is going on in here! Sir... Ma'am, just who exactly is in charge here!?"
"Father Jen spoke up first, his shotgun aimed at the Dark Eldar's head. "No-one's in charge here son, what we got here is a good old fashioned Omegan stand-off. He's going for something! Hold your fire! Hold your Fire!"
The Dark Eldar put a slender black device on the floor, where it crackled and gave off an feel of deep unease. The Dark Eldar cackled.
"Brothers, sister, animals. To fire would be a stupid idea, for this device will detonate the moment you kill me, for it is linked to my suits life supports. And should it detonate this entire building will be removed from the very fabric of existence into the void caused by this lance. And know this, She and I will leave here without any interference. And to you, Vakarus, My inkling to report to someone as lowly as you is less than it is to lick my boot. No, I will not suck up to someone like the scum that you are"
The humans had no idea what the mad-man was talking about, but Asgarn had been examining the device.
"I would advise we follow the Xenos instructions. That is a Void Mine, and his summary of it's effects are correct"
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"And to you, Vakarus, My inkling to report to someone as lowly as you is less than it is to lick my boot. No, I will not suck up to someone like the scum that you are"
Archon Vakarus snarled angrily, and lashed out with a gauntleted hand, striking the human slave crouched by his throne on the side of the head, splitting the pathetic creature's skull open. Two more humans crept forwards and dragged the body away, one returning to resume the dead one's place, crouching in the puddle of blood and grey matter.
Vakarus was not one to sit idly by and let an insult go unpunished. He snapped his fingers, and a shape floated out of the shadows. It was completely bald, not a single hair covered the withered, leathery albino flesh any where on its mutated body. It wore a long brown leather coat, underneath was a mess of rags, syn-suit parts and leathery mutations. It hovered a few feet above the ground, it's two pairs of arms crossed over it's chest. The mouth opened, to reveal a thin purple tongue and brown fangs. It's voice was thin, and cruel. It was the Haemonculus Solus, of the Architects coven.
"What is it Vakarus? I am a...very busy man"
"Clear your table, Lord Solus. I have a very special guest for you today"
Solus floated up next to Vakarus' throne, and peered at the screen. He smiled. "It would be my pleasure" The ancient being purred. "Would you like me to...collect him?"
"No, I shall keep that pleasure for myself"
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Dracon Urail of Archon Vakarus' Trueborn bodyguards was leaning against the rail at one of the flagships bigger arenas, watching an Ork get slowly ripped to shreds by a Razorwing flock when he heard his masters voice in his head.
Urail, gather your Trueborn and go to the surface of Omega III. Find that snake Espethionix and bring him to me. Make sure he is alive, Solus is prepared for him.
Yes Lord Vakarus. Replied Urail, he gathered the trueborn together in the armoury and briefed them. They all leaded themselves with shardcarbines, Khan taking his customary blaster. After a second of thought, the heavy-weapons specialist Nedituon took a Splinter Cannon. They left he ship silently, entering the planets atmosphere without alerting the Imperial sensors. Their raider glided smoothly into the port and stopped. The Trueborn leapt off and slipped through the crowds and reached the Mechanic's shop in a number of seconds. They surrounded the door, rifles up, waiting for Espethionix and the sister-kin they sensed within.
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Post by unit894 on Jan 28, 2014 7:01:20 GMT -5
(So that I can actually get the story going, I would be most gratified If no-one leaves the shop until Silver's Dark Eldar did, thanks muchly)
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Post by Sabess on Jan 28, 2014 7:16:32 GMT -5
Kayvaan exited the room, heading down the stairs. Upon entering the room, he was astonished to see several people pointing guns at a Dark Eldar. He was in no way xenophobic, but Dark Eldar were scum. Same as Orcs, not a single good one of them. They all had a bloodlust, otherwise they'd be a regular Eldar. He drew his Bolt Pistol, pointing it at it's head as well. He noticed a strange black device sat upon the floor, and although he had no idea what it was he decided it'd be best not to take any action yet.
He glanced around the room, taking note of the others in the little 'standoff' they had going. There were a couple of the Lord Inquisitor's agents, the Eldar from before, and a Guardsmen. No-one had taken any action yet, seemingly due to this black device. He raised his voice. "The fuck is going on here?" He demanded, directing it to each person in the room. \
Karly followed Kayvaan down the stairs, quickly noticing the situation. She took her Stub Gun from her holster, and drew her Power Sword. Like before, an Inferno Pistol would cause more trouble then it was worth in such a close environment. The best she could hope for was a bullet from the Stub Gun to work as a distraction while she got in close enough for a quick stab or slice with her sword. She noticed the slender black object on the floor, unsure of what it was. She noticed that no-one had fired yet, obviously something to do with the object. She gritted her teeth and waited for the situation to develop.
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 28, 2014 21:32:46 GMT -5
Thirianna examined the room again, more people were flowing in and it was getting uncomfortable. The Kabal in front of her was demanding she come with him, while almost everyone else in the room was ready to obliterate him at a pin-drop. She found herself in an amusing position, as until someone else took control, her actions would decide the outcome of the situation. As an Eldar, a seer no less, she was used to this kind of thing but it never ceased to amaze her. Tired of this whole awkward stand-off situation, she decided she might as well do something.
Thirianna stepped forward, picking up the void mine. This agitated some of the human, causing some to yell and shout at her, asking her if she was insane. She simply tossed it between her hands, as if it was a ball used for children's entertainment. Thirianna however, knew better, as crude and cowardly as the device was, it wouldn't detonate unless the Kabal's life support system told it too. She put the device back on the ground, then took a third look around the room.
First, she had to address the Kabal, as he would willingly listen to what she has to say. She stared into the dark pits of his eyes, then explained to him in traditional Eldar tongue.
"If you want me to come with you and be your new toy, i believe you are going to be disappointed. My duties are to Craftworld Ulthwe, not scum such as yourself."
Turning to face the humans, she told them in their crude Low Gothic tongue.
"Put away your silly weapons, they are of no use to you right now. If i were you i would go back upstairs and wait for this situation to calm down. I don't need any of you 'accidentally' shooting and getting us all killed."
More irritating, Thirianna could sense the presence of more of her darker kin, quickly approaching her position. This was worrying, but would have to wait until later. She first had to deal with the Kabal who must likely be thinking of her as some kind of 'Trophy Wife' or an equally unpleasant form of underling.
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