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Post by Possessedcheddar on Jan 29, 2014 21:59:16 GMT -5
Alactus stood directly outside the door to the chamber the inquisitors used for their meeting. He was mildly irritated at the fact he could not enter, how was he to protect the Inquisitor if he could ne be near his person. He had to admit though, a room full of inquisitors was either the safest or the most deadly place to be, depending on where yourt allegiance lie.
After a long time of deliberation, the doors swung open and people began to funnel out. Irons met his protector at the door.
“Things seem to be tenuous at the moment in Omega territory. We have a moral threat on our hands. I will brief you when we return to the shuttle for the night.”
Alactus nodded and followed Irons down a nearby hallway. As they walked, the sounds of a standoff could be heard. Cautiously, they approached the doorway into the foyer everyone inhabited.
“...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."
Alactus looked at Irons. The Inquisitor was already nodding. He knew what the Astartes was going to say.
“I knew the Eldar would be a problem. If that one’s craftworld wasn't in the balance she wouldn't be here at all. That Dark Eldar though? He needs a bolt. Hell. They all do. Makes my blood boil just to look at them. We need not involve ourselves though Alactus. If Lord Inquisitor Orlanuss wants them here, who are we to go against his wishes.”
Alactus still twitched, his taut muscles desperate to fight the enemies of his Emperor. “Dorn, give me strength”, the Astartes mumbled to himself. He knew that working with an Inquisitor would be harrowing and trying, but he had not thought that it would be so because of an inability to fight. This was as bad as spaceflight for the Marine, he was once again no longer in control. He had nothing to do but follow the inquisitor’s lead.
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Post by silverguns22 on Jan 31, 2014 10:06:26 GMT -5
Espethionix began to twitch as if laughing, then he spoke to the eldar
"don't flatter yourself, trophy wife" he shook his head and spun round to the door "well, this has all had to come to an end, this annoys me" he pointed at the void mine "whoever wants it gets it, but if no one takes it the things gunna go off in about 3 minutes" he called out to the group aiming at him.
It was then He caught sight of the space marine, the one he had shot earlier and he peered closely at him. It seemed the poison had worn off, so he pointed at him "no, I've changed my mind, he will have it" the mind impulse was sent to the mine an a purple hazy light began to blink. He walked slowly to the door and then nodded to the eldar as if to say come with me. The whilst cackling he left the building and became immediately face to face with a troop of dark eldar, his head fell to look at them lopsidedly
"well brothers" he said playfully "I have a bargaining chip, take this here farseer and I shall reward you later" then he stood waiting for reply
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Post by unit894 on Feb 3, 2014 17:37:51 GMT -5
Dracon Urail glared at Espethionix impassively through the eyepieces of his helmet. He disliked the sniveling creature in front of him. It was supposed to be a Trueborn, like himself and the men and women under him. But Expethionix acted like some tank born dog, gallivanting around like a young fool.
Said young fool was currently standing in the semi-circle of raised shardcarbines, grinning like an idiot. He had a female Eldar with him, but that was of no interest to the Trueborn. Espethionix looked at them lopsidedly, and grinned as if he knew something they didn't. His Trueborn didn't move an inch, their guns not moving from his head.
"Well brothers. I have a bargaining chip, take this here Farseer and I shall reward you later"
Urail raised his spear, the blade crackling with blue energy. He leveled it an inch from Espethionix's throat. His voice was flat and emotionless.
"My Lord Vakarus wants you. The Eldar bitch is of no interest to us."
One of the Trueborn, Hoeckh, fired a single sliver of glass into Espethionix's neck, the poison seeping into the Dark Eldars blood, slowing his heartbeat and brain activity, rendering him into a coma.
Hoeckh slipped the comatose body over his shoulder and stepped back to stand by Urail. Urail was staring at the Eldar woman. She was attractive, and It would be a lie for Urail to say she didn't want her in his bed. This wasn't the time however, maybe when his duties were complete, he would come back for her. Later.
"Run while you can, whore. I will give you this cahnce to live"
With a curt gesture, he led his squad back to the raider. Once again it slipped quietly away from the port, and into the cargo bay of Vakarus' ship. Espethionix was put in a containment cell until he awoke, guarded day and night by Solus' Wracks.
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"Will they be here soon"
"I should expect so, Lord"
"When did you tell them to come here?"
"In about half an hour Lord"
"You know I hate it when you call me Lord, Concuerda"
"Yes Lord"
"Bastard"
Lord Inquisitor Orlanuss chuckled, was a big man, about 6"2", with broad shoulders and a slight stoop. Had coal black hair that had receded from his forehead leaving only a widows peak, but still reached his shoulders. The sides of his face were hidden by bushy and equally black mutton chops. Orlanuss had had fierce green eyes and a nose that had been broken a hundred times. He looked to be in his late sixties, when he was closer to 300. He wore khaki jacket and trousers, with black boots and a Stub-gun holstered at his hip. He strode from one end of Raphael's dark office to another.
"I've been working to clean this system for damn near a century, if these Inquisitor's you picked don't turn up, I shall be very unhappy."
"Not all Inquisitors, Orlanuss"
"Quite right, a Pirate and a Xenos"
"A devilishly handsome pirate"
Captain Seth Hausier was lounging against the door frame, his mouth twisted into a slight smirk. Orlanuss looked the man up and down, his eyes showing nothing. He gestured towards the Pirates bionic arm.
"What happened to your arm pirate?"
"A gallon of a ale and a mugging I was too drunk to defend myself from"
"A truthful pirate? Not something you usually see around here"
"I don't bother to lie about the small things"
"Smart man. Why are you here early?"
"I wanted to discuss my fee"
"You will be payed the value of your ship"
"It's not a very good ship"
"Fine, you will be payed the weight of your ship"
"You have a deal"
Seth shook the Lord Inquisitor's hand, and took a seat without being offered it.
"The Emperor can rely on myself and my crew to be nefarious and mischievous for the...'good guys'"
Orlanuss nodded. "Good man. I like this one. Now all we have to do is wait for these other buggers".
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Post by Sabess on Feb 6, 2014 3:59:59 GMT -5
Kayvaan approached the meeting site, straightening his trench coat. He crushed his almost burnt out lho-stick under his boot before quickly entering through the door. The room was dead quiet, although there was quite blatantly a couple of people. Before saying anything, he leant himself against the back wall, eyeing the others in the room. He wasn't listening, even if they were saying anything. He lit up another lho-stick, content on continuing to smoke on until he was told to stop. Kayvaan had simply woken up early, and out of boredom had decided to arrive early.
Karly entered the building, instantly coughing at the light smoke filling the area. She saw the Astartes Scout from before, once again smoking a lho-stick. She simply stared at him, and apparently getting the message, he smirked and smothered the cigarette against the wall, letting the ash fall to the floor. The Lord Inquisitor and a few others sat around, the humouring pirate from before apparently here early as well.
Karly approached the Lord Inquisitor, giving him a slight bow. "Lord Inquisitor," she addressed him, trying to be respectful as possible. She removed her hat, holding it at her side. "I would like to discuss the Eldar situation. I for one do not have a problem with her, however some of the men you have hired were even pointing weapons at her earlier." She explained, being a professional and concise as possible.
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Post by Stelpher on Feb 6, 2014 5:29:23 GMT -5
Angered by the Dark Eldar's comment, and also interested in whatever he wanted to say to her, Thirianna decided to go with him for now. Before leaving, she took the active void mine that the wretch had given to the human 'Space Marine' and disabled it. She then passed it back to the human, whispering:
"Do not waste it." Before following the Dark kin to the door.
Outside were the Dark kin she had sensed earlier, and they were all aiming their weapons at the one before her.
"Well brothers, i have a bargaining chip. Take this here Farseer and i shall reward you later." Anger flowed through her body for a moment, disgusted by the depth of low the scumbag was willing to go to, before calmly pointing out.
"Actually i am only a Warlock, i have not yet acquired the honor of full fledged Farseer." She began drawing her sword, this situation was most likely going to end in violence. The leader of the group pointed spear to the wretches throat.
"My Lord Vakarus wants you. The Eldar bitch is of no interest to us." Once again, anger flowed through Thirianna, this would be the last time someone could insult her today and live. The wretch was tranquilised, then put onto the shoulders of one of the Dark kin. The leader of the group was eyeing her up and down, she tightened the grip on her Witchblade.
"Run while you can, whore. I will give you this chance to live." The final line had been crossed, and she raised her blade as it was engulfed in purple Witchfire. She was done with being insulted for today, and the charred corpse of this scumbag would be proof of that.
That is what would have happened, had the group been there a second later. But before Thirianna could do anything, they were already gone, off in the direction of the ports.
Thirianna, in need of venting some pent-up rage but without anything do to so, simply released a loud psychic scream and turned the nearest wall of an adjacent building char-black. She then called her Wraiths, then departed towards the port. She didn't trust this place, thinking it safer to sleep on her ship. There was also the chance of spotting the group of Dark kin, which made the idea all the more appealing.
The next morning Thirianna headed towards the meeting point set by the Inquisitor, deciding to check what they had to offer and see if it would advance her goal. She had no interest in what happened to the lesser creatures, her only goal was to stop the Chaos fleet of The Carnival Master, as its next destination would put Craftworld Ulthwe in peril.
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Post by Possessedcheddar on Feb 11, 2014 12:13:01 GMT -5
"No, I've changed my mind, he will have it"
Alactus caught the mine in his massive hands. He did not know what would happen if such a device hit the ground, he also was no going to find out. The Dark Eldar who had shot him earlier spun on his heel and walked away with his retinue in tow. Alactus immediately set about getting rid of the device he walked over to the Eldar female saying, brusquely and somewhat awkwardly, “You disarm this contraption. I am unfamiliar with it.”
The Eldar seemed amused at his lack of knowledge of the device and took it from him with her comparatively tiny hands. Their eyes met and without even looking at the mine, she disarmed it. With the weapon rendered inert, she handed it back to Alactus, still meeting his gaze. He tried to discern why, but found he could not. She was alien to him. Finally her meaning was made clear when she spoke in hushed tones to the Astartes.
“"Do not waste it.”
Alactus understood. Should he get a chance to attack the Dark Eldar, he would have a potent weapon to do so with. This was as much of a gesture of goodwill as he was going to get from the alien, he knew. Alactus also knew that without the word of Inquisitor Irons, he would not attack the Dark Eldar. Though they had attacked him, he was still bound to the will of the Inquisitor. As the Eldar departed, many of the humans in the room seemed to breathe a little easier. Alactus looked at Irons.
“Sir, we should return to our ship for the night. I much prefer the thought of retiring there to any accommodations provided here.”
Irons nodded mutely, studying the Eldar female as she walked away. Both men had been close to Eldar before, albeit, when they were killing them. To see one in a “peaceful” setting was a new experience. Especially with the Eldar helping the Astartes, this was an unexpected olive branch.
Alactus led Irons through the halls and corridors on the way back to their shuttle. This time, no one bothered them. They had seen the strength of arms the Astartes employed during the day, they had no wish for another demonstration. The uneventful trip to the shuttle ended with a pneumatic hiss of equalizing pressure and only then did Alactus let his guard down fractionally. He settled into a bucket seat meant to hold his massive frame and waited for the Inquisitor to become settled in.
Irons told Alactus about the Carnival Master and his parade of horrors as well as the plan the being had in store for they system. Alactus’ jaw muscles clenched in tight bunches but he was otherwise unmoved. He waited for the Inquisitor to finish and simply said
“We have our work cut out for us. I am eager to begin.”
Irons nodded his assent and settled in to sleep. Alactus began to rest as well, not sleep, for the Sus-an Membrane allowed Alactus to operate at a level of wakefulness that others unimbued with this boon could not enjoy. He could effectively remain awake for an undetermined amount of time. He sat there cleaning his weapon and checking his gear while allowing the nonessential parts of his mind to rest. He remained this way for the remainder of the night.
When morning came to Omega, the duo emerged from their shuttle and made with haste towards the place they were to receive instruction. They were both eager to get to work. Irons and Alactus were among the first to arrive and they waited for the others outside to arrive.
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Post by silverguns22 on Feb 12, 2014 8:41:05 GMT -5
Ollanious straitened out and marshalled the guardsmen, the news that had been brought by Sargent Pavel had been grim and had cooled his choler. He decided he would need some of his best soldiers, he summoned 5 proud storm troopers of the Eden regiment and outfitted them with godwyn pattern lasguns, one was given a plasma gun. Then he gave orders and training quotas to the remaining members of the company and began his travel to the designated point.
The travel was mostly uneventful but allowed Ollanious the time to think out about the team he would be working with. He believed that it would be in his best interest to keep a close eye on the eldar, especially with the chance of the dark scum hanging around. He also believed it would be in his best interest to keep a close eye on was the raven guard space marine, there was something odd about him but he was astartes still and so it was less important. The inquisitor, Karly, was an inquisitor though Ollanious could see a lack in her judgement though what was necessary for victory was necessary. Finally the 3rd inquisitor present, Ollanious new not of the inquisitor except for what was ostensibly visible but with the astartes guiding him, or visa versa, there would be no need to worry.
Ollanious arrived at the meeting point as the last person to arrive, regular combat rituals, rights and oaths were time consuming. He strode in in a regular fashion befitting him and pressed to the front of the group
"Present and accounted for" He announced
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Post by unit894 on Feb 15, 2014 11:37:15 GMT -5
The Raven Guard Scout was second to arrive. He placed himself in the corner and smoked quietly. Orlanuss made no move to approach the large man, simply staying near to the desk. He lent backwards to speak with Raphael.
"How did his mission go on V?"
"All squad dead but him. He's not in the best of moods."
"Good. We shall see what he can do"
A young woman dressed in a large brimmed hat and greatcoat entered the room, she approached the two men. Orlanuss looked side-long at Raphael, who minutely mouthed 'Karly'. Karly removed her hat respectfully before she spoke.
"Lord Inquisitor, I would like to discuss the Eldar situation. I for one do not have a problem with her, however some of the men you have hired were even pointing weapons at her earlier."
"Inquisitor Karly. I have been hearing very good things about you. Pleasure to have you on the team for this operation. Men I hired? Have you been hiring mercenaries behind my back Concuerda?"
Raphael repressed a smile. "No, Sir"
"Good. Young lady, every man or woman under me is either an Inquisitor or an Inquisitorial Agent. We are all completely obsessed with the Emperor. The trouble with hirelings is, some other bugger can always out-buy you. As for the Eldar, I wouldn't worry about her. My men only point their guns at things if they have a good reason. Or they really want to." Orlanuss chuckled gruffly. He nodded his head to Inquisitor Irons as he walked through the door, the large cyborg taking a seat quietly.
When the Eldar Warlock entered the room, Orlanuss got up off of the desk and approached her.
"Heard you had some trouble downstairs yesterday. I am truly sorry, but I hoped it helped you understand why I asked you here. Not only is Craftworld Ulthwe in danger, but there is heavy Dark Eldar activity in the system. They take thousands of people every week. We need your help to stop them."
His usually grumpy expression gave away to a small smile, but only for a second. He stepped back and shooed Raphael from behind the desk.
"Sod off, I'm old"
He sat down with a sigh, and lent back, lighting a fat cigar.
Suddenly, Ollanius strode through the door and pushed his way to stand right in front of the large desk.
"Present and accounted for"
"So good of you to actually come in person this time." Orlanuss replied sourly. "Perhaps next we work on our punctuality hmm?" He stood up and leaned across the desk, talking to the man quietly.
"I do not appreciate you assaulting my Agents, Ollanius. Especially not in my own damn building. I expect you to work with fellow Inquisitors a little more civilly. The next time you pull something like that, you and I shall be having words. Understood? Do not make me regret asking you here."
Orlanuss stood up straight, and addressed the room as a whole.
"I have been informed Inquisitor Concuerda already gave you my briefing yesterday. In light of that, I will only be assigning missions to you all."
"Inquisitor Irons, you and your retinue will be accompanying Lady Thirianna to Omega I, along with several of my own men. You need to locate the Webway gate, and make sure it is completely nonoperational. I don't want to give that Chaos scum even a sliver of a chance of finding it and using it. You leave as soon as you can."
"Inquisitor Karly, you shall be going with Captain Hausier and Kayvaan to Omega V. We have been picking up a strange distress signal. I want you to investigate it. You in charge of this mission, if the pirate steps out of line don't be afraid to discipline him."
Seth winked at Karly, and grinned.
"Don't worry, I'll be as good as gold".
Orlanuss tactfully ignored this comment and moved on.
"Ollanius, you will be going to Omega III with Inquisitor Concuerda. I need you to write me a report on the conditions and supplies of the 'Rust Hounds' Penal Legion. If they fall before we are done, then their'll be an Ork Waagh on our doorstep, not just a damned Chaos invasion."
Again, he returned to the rest of the room.
"This safe house has now been considered compromised, after the events with the Dark Eldar yesterday. Because of this, our base of operations has been moved to Thuringmann Manor. It's location has been uploaded to any data-slab or computers you have. And in case you don't have one."
He tossed a slim data-slab to Thirianna.
"That is all. Dissmissed."
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Post by Sabess on Feb 15, 2014 21:54:18 GMT -5
Kayvaan set into a quiet rage upon learning he was being sent back to Omega V. Third time's the charm, they say, maybe this time he'd actually get lucky enough to die. He did have a question, however. "Well. When are we leaving?" He asked, once they were dismissed. Once he was finished receiving his answer, the god-awful voice returned. "Excuse me for a minute." He struggled to say calmly. He exited the building and made his way into a nearby alley, punching the wall and trying to get the voice out of his head. It constantly repeated "DEATH!" in it's sinister manner, images of Omega V flashing through Kayvaan's mind once again. And just like that, it disappeared, as Kayvaan fell against the wall in relief.
Karly was displeased with the answer she received, but soon moved on as she begun to receive her orders. She wasn't sure about going with the scout, but she didn't make a comment. Once again, she was amused by the pirates comments, but managed to keep herself from laughing or smiling. Once she was dismissed, she heard the scout asking when they would be leaving for the mission. She stayed around for the answer, wondering as well.
Soon after, she witnessed the scout practically stumbling out of the building, through the crowd outside. Curiosity got the better of her, as she followed him out the door, about thirty seconds after. She raised an eyebrow as he punched the wall of an alley, mumbling to himself. He soon stopped and slid down the wall, sitting against it. She wasn't sure what she had just seen, and deciding it was best she didn't, she simply leaned against the wall of the now compromised safe-house, waiting for them to leave for the mission.
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Post by Stelpher on Feb 16, 2014 3:30:22 GMT -5
Thirianna asked her Wraiths to wait outside, as she moved back into the room she had yesterday met Inquisitor Raphael Concuerda. She was on time, as five others had already arrived. Finding a comfy-looking chair, she took a seat and un-holstered her pistol, examining it while she waited. The man she assumed was in charge, Lord Inquisitor Orlanuss, approached her.
"Heard you had some trouble downstairs yesterday. I am truly sorry, but I hoped it helped you understand why I asked you here. Not only is Craftworld Ulthwe in danger, but there is heavy Dark Eldar activity in the system. They take thousands of people every week. We need your help to stop them." Thirianna watched him for a moment, looking for any signs or treachery. Satisfied, she let a small smile cover her features.
"As long as you keep in mind the goal i am working towards, i will assist you in you time of need." A ghost of a smile appeared on the old mans features, before he returned to his place at the front of the room. Thirianna put her weapon back in its holster, as the door swung open with a bang.
"Present and accounted for." Announced the most xenophobic Inquisitor she had ever met, as he stood in the center of the room, a handful of human troops standing at the door. Thirianna held a hand to her mouth, trying to stop her laughter.
"Now i know Farsight is not always accurate, but i was sure i would be lucky enough to never see you again." She said, watching the Inquisitor. "But at least you showed up to help you fellow Inquisitors, and that's what counts isn't it?" She finished, amusement dripping from her voice. She quietened down as Orlanuss began to speak.
He assigned them all tasks, she was to go to Omega I with the Inquisitor they called 'Irons' and his Space Marine companion. As everyone started departing, Thirianna (unsurprisingly) got into another little squabble with Orlanius, before she herself decided to leave. As she stepped outside she saw the female Inquisitor leaning against a wall. Thirianna knew that the young Space Marine must have been down the alley beside her. She watched as the coming fates of the Space Marine slowly fell away, leaving only a few possibilities remaining.
Thirianna gathered her Wraithguard, making sure to pass the Inquisitor on the way to her ship. She stood in silence for a moment, looking at the floor as she spoke.
"Keep an eye on the young one." She spoke cryptically "Something about him makes me feel uneasy..." And before she could receive a reply, she left, already lost in the crowd in the direction of her ship.
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Post by Possessedcheddar on Feb 16, 2014 19:35:15 GMT -5
"Inquisitor Irons, you and your retinue will be accompanying Lady Thirianna to Omega I, along with several of my own men. You need to locate the Webway gate, and make sure it is completely nonoperational. I don't want to give that Chaos scum even a sliver of a chance of finding it and using it. You leave as soon as you can."
Irons planted his fists on the table in front of him and pushed himself up. He slid the chair back with his left calf and stood. He walked to the back of the room and leaned against a nearby wall, listening to the other agents’ assignments as they were doled out. Irons saw the Eldar left as soon as she had gotten her mission. He went after her, but soon she was lost in the crowd.
Alactus appeared at his side.
“That is extremely annoying.”
The Inquisitor looked up at the massive man.
“Aye. It is. And we have to work with her. It wouldn’t be so bad if she didn’t just run off. Despite her needs and her world’s needs, she was given the assignment to work with me. She should at least have the decency to tell me to fuck off in person. Instead of letting her absence do it for her. Come on Malus. We are going to find her.”
Alactus and Irons set out with a purpose to their stride. They moved through the crowd, Alactus’ size and height allowing him to peer over the heads of most of the other inhabitants of Omega. They managed to follow her, albeit, at a distance due to how fast she was moving. Alactus spotted her and broke into a run, his coat billowed behind him. Irons ran in the massive man’s wake as the Astartes pushed his way through the crowds. With her ship looming nearby, the duo caught up with the Eldar woman.
“Lady Thirianna, Hail! We must have words. We have been assigned a mission together. I don’t know how it works where you come from, but we humans don’t communicate telepathically. We need to speak, to talk about what we are going to do. So, if it’s all the same to you, I would like to do that. I am not embarking on this mission in the dark.”
Perhaps his tone was less than respectful, but so was the rude way the Eldar had barged out of the meeting without so much as acknowledgement. Irons stood with his feet spread apart and his hands behind his back, clasped together. Alactus stood at his side, looking around at their surroundings and noting how the crowd had all but vanished.
“I don’t normally make it a point to chase after the women I need to talk to. But this time is different.”
He was sure the human joke was lost on her, and from the look Alactus was giving him, it was lost on the Astartes too. No matter, he would just have to wait and see how she responded.
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Post by unit894 on Feb 24, 2014 18:26:21 GMT -5
Seth strolled out of the building, and spotted the two people he was working with to one side. He waved at them, and strode over to them. He tipped his hat to the duo, and mused about how bizarre this job was. He was more used to avoiding and running away from Imperials, not working for them. He remembered when Imperial troops had boarded his vessel early on in his career, he had set up several choke points and eradicated the attacking forces. He remembered making a nice profit from the boots and powerpacks scavenged from the corpses.
"Alright lady and gentleman, if you would like to follow me, I can show you all to my humble ship, and we can proceed." He pulled his micro-bead from his pocket and tapped the small rune on the side. His First Mate and second-in-command Brawnley's gruff voice was heard on the other side.
"What?"
"Brawnley? It's Seth. Prepare the guest rooms, we have two passengers on this trip."
"Have you hit your head Capn'? We don't have any guest rooms."
"Oh yeah...never mind"
He quickly turned back to the Space Marine and Inquisitor, and flashed a winning smile.
"Shall we?"
Seth Hausier's ship, named "Bell's Wrath" after the previous captain's rather fiery ex-wife. It was a relatively small ship, having only three decks and around 300 crew. The hull was painted a dark green, with a fairly accurate painting of a barely-dressed red-headed woman laughing. The gang-plank was down, and Brawnley's bulky frame and large bushy beard could be seen at the bottom of it. The ex-Guardsmen gave the group an impressive salute when they approached, and walked with the captain back into the ship.
"All crew members accounted for, everything in tip-top condition and we have restocked all supplies"
"Excellent. We leave now."
Seth turned once again to his new crew members.
"To assists in the running of the ship, I'm going to have to ask you to stay in the crew quarters. Thats the big room full of bunk beds. There gender specific shower rooms and a kitchen built in. We shall arrive at Omega V in a about 12 hours. If you'll excuse me, I have to Captain somewhere else".
He strode off. Brawnley shrugged, gave them directions to the crew quarters, and marched off after the Captain.
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"Inquisitor Irons?"
Gibbons McGraw, Inquisitorial agent stood behind him. He had black boots, camo trousers, a black combat vest with his six throwing axes slotted into hoops and a compact lasgun over his shoulder. He stood grinning up at the huge Inquisitor. Gibbons stood around 5"6", he would have been taller but he stood in a permanent hunch. His arms were relatively skinny and covered in thick orange hair. The same hair covered his face and head, where two sparkling green eyes stared at Irons.
The second man was the complete opposite to the small, vibrant man. He was roughly 6"0", well built and broad shouldered. He was dressed in a mixture of rags, bits of armour and different types of clothes, completely covering his skin. A gasmask with darkened eyepieces covered his head, only showing thick, tangled black hair on the back of his head. In his hands was a rusty autogun, a crudely made bayonet under the muzzle. A large knife hung at his belt, along with a similarly rusty stubber. He stood silently, his black eyepieces boring their ways into Iron's face.
"Inquisitor Irons? I am Agent Gibbons, this is me associate Agent Ripper. We are assisting you on your mission, cuz wivout a local, you mill almost certainly die" He grinned in a very friendly manner.
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Post by Sabess on Feb 28, 2014 21:18:42 GMT -5
Karly followed Seth through the streets towards the port, the odd space marine close behind her. They passed various shops and facilities, however nothing that really caught her eye. I took them about five minutes before they arrived, the bustling streets of Omega not slowing them down too much. She rose an eyebrow at the suggestive paint-job, however did not mention anything.
Upon stepping onto the ship, she was quickly directed to the crew's quarters. She made her way to them, earning stares by some of the rough crew members manning the ship. She removed her hat upon arriving there, shaking her hair too straighten it, somewhat. As she wasn't completely sure on which bed was hers, if it even mattered, she continued exploring the ship.
Kayvaan followed Karly through the busy streets of Omega, not paying too much attention to his surroundings. His thoughts were fixated on the voice, having no idea where it came from or why it was there. Was he going crazy? He couldn't know. They soon arrived at the ship, Kayvaan simply stepping onto the ship, uninterested in how it looked or anything of the like.
He made his way to the crew's quarters, as the pirate had told them, however he was uninterested in rest at the time. He leaned against one of the walls, surveying his surroundings. He had beat Karly into the room, soon seeing her shake her hair and move on. She was undeniably easy on the eyes, however he was not interested in such things with recent events.
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Post by Stelpher on Mar 1, 2014 7:37:19 GMT -5
Thirianna moved silently through the bustling market place, the top of her ship within view. She continued through the crowd, ducking and weaving to pass through. She soon reached the edge of the market place, her ships large figure shading her from the morning sun. She felt the presence of an Inquisitor close behind her, turning to see two large individuals dashing towards her.
“Lady Thirianna, Hail! We must have words. We have been assigned a mission together. I don’t know how it works where you come from, but we humans don’t communicate telepathically. We need to speak, to talk about what we are going to do. So, if it’s all the same to you, I would like to do that. I am not embarking on this mission in the dark."
Thirianna sighed quietly to herself. The human was right, she was going to have to communicate a little more, for their sake if anything else.
“I don’t normally make it a point to chase after the women I need to talk to. But this time is different.” Thirianna smiled. She didn't quite understand it, but she knew that the comment was meant to be a joke. She sighed, contemplating what the human said, before pointing to her ship and replying.
"This ship will take us to Omega I. You two have the option to either accompany me or find your own method of transport. The passage from here to Omega I will take roughly 10 hours, we may formulate a plan within that time." She walked up the ramp to the door, opening it and turning before stepping inside. "If you wish to bring your shuttle, their is space in the Storage Bay."
Thirianna then stepped inside her ship, her two Wraiths following close behind. She would allow the humans to make up their minds about coming with her or not, in the meantime she was to prepare the ship for travel. She smiled again as she reached the control room, taking a deep breath.
"Ah, it's good to be back."
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Post by Possessedcheddar on Mar 1, 2014 21:20:25 GMT -5
Irons’ saw that Thirianna at least made an attempt to acknowledge his humor, with a polite smirk she nodded to him. Perhaps hers was more of a dry, gallows wit. Irons filed this information away for further use, as an Inquisitor, EVERY scrap of information was consequential to him. No matter how trivial it may seem. Every action he performed was a carefully calculated move designed to reap the most benefit for whatever kind of reaction he hoped to elicit. The fact that Lady Thirianna had even chosen to acknowledge his joke at all was indeed a good sign. Her response was somewhat pointed and extremely direct.
"This ship will take us to Omega I. You two have the option to either accompany me or find your own method of transport. The passage from here to Omega I will take roughly 10 hours, we may formulate a plan within that time." She walked up the ramp to the door, opening it and turning before stepping inside. "If you wish to bring your shuttle, there is space in the Storage Bay."
Irons watched as she walked away, there was a natural grace in her step, one he turned his head slightly to admire. She moved like a dancer, seeming to glide up the boarding platform to her ship. She didn’t seem to notice his surveillance, or more likely, didn’t care. Irons casually turned to his partner and said “A little brusque, don’t you think?” The massive man looked down at him and grunted in a guttural, disinterested voice. Irons felt his facial muscles tighten a little in what he had come to refer to as his “ghost smile”.
“Of course, this is normal for you. You are the very picture of brusqueness.”
The Astartes displayed a row of massive tombstone teeth, the only visible part of his face, “I’m touched, Inquisitor.”
Irons let out a metallic snort, the sound grating through his audio emitters in a rough bark of noise.
“So you do know what humor is, good. Now, we shall meet out new agents.”
The duo turned towards the two men, Alactus in lockstep with the Inquisitor as he moved.
“Inquisitor Irons?”
“Aye, that is I, son. What is it that you two want?”
Irons studied the two men standing opposite of him, one was a squat man, burly and weathered looking with a thick spattering of wiry rust colored hair covering the visible skin on his body. The other man was a solid man, well-toned and standing roughly as tall as Irons himself, this man stared straight ahead, almost as if he were looking through the Inquisitor. He hoped his initial impressions of the seemingly hostile man would change in the near future. It was then, after this several second’s observation that the man covered in the orange hair answered the question, with an amiable smile.
I am Agent Gibbons, this is me associate Agent Ripper. We are assisting you on your mission, cuz wivout a local, you mill almost certainly die"
Irons would have smiled once more if he could and extended his hand to Gibbons.
“I like you already Agent, you sound like you have a good grasp of the situation. As for you Agent Ripper, you seem about as likeable as that knife you’ve got there. I hope this changes soon, or at least I hope I can give you something to direct that hostility at.”
Irons smiled, and forgot that only he knew it was there. With his metallic voice and no expression he felt the need to explain himself “that was a joke. Surely as a man who spends most of his time behind a mask, you understand the complexities of making sure people know when you’re joking.”
Ripper canted his head to the left and crossed his arms before shifting his weight to the other foot, seeming to lean back slightly as if the Inquisitor was mildly annoying him.
Irons stood up straight, “right, of course you don’t. Well you two go beat on the door of Thirianna’s ship and we shall return presently with my shuttle. After that, we will find food and make plans for war. I hope you all brought some extra bullets. We’re here for the duration, gentlemen.”
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