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Post by silverguns22 on Mar 3, 2014 14:16:25 GMT -5
After talking for a while Ollanious straitened out and downed the high class samasec that he had been given, the alcohol not even beginning to phase him.
"well" he cleared his throat and turned to face his old friend Raphael "its been a while since we last were able to talk alone like this, but though I may not look it I am an old dog, Raphael, you know that as well as I do" Ollanious stood up and walked over to the drinks cabinet on the private vehicle they were both in before placing his hand neatly next to the empty samasec bottle and launching it across the room without waiting for an answer then he continued "Well, friend there is only so much I can do, and putting up with xenos is not one of them so let us do this by the emperor and be done with it" he said gutturally falling feebly back into his seat.
The vehicle began to grind to a halt at its destination at the headquarters compound of the guardsmen forces stationed on Omega III. Ollanious stroked the forearm of his bionic, then he spoke again once more
"yes, I do remember the time not long after you were first made an inquisitor when we first stood shoulder to shoulder" he settled himself in as if remembering something nostalgic before he began is rhetoric "We were both working under Orlanuss then as well, it was a heated invasion and many good men lost their lives, though the fallen will forever be remembered as the Emperors finest" He shifted his weight onto his feet and then helped his old friend up "and you were eager in your young age, your fought on the front line despite Orlanuss' warnings and he couldn't watch out for you forever" he continued as they walked out of the dark room into the broader sunlight "You lost your leg then, a chaos champion, if the war hadn't been won by Orlanuss' swift hand and the astartes I fear that it may have been different, that said you were a fine warrior back then and I trust you will do the same honour again now as we fight shoulder to shoulder once again" Ollanious stopped squaring up to the bear of a man, then he extended his hand to him
"what do you say, for old times sake?"
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Post by Sabess on Mar 3, 2014 16:07:51 GMT -5
(I have to ask you please expand your post, Silver, as it does not meet the requirements. Thanks.)
(EDIT: Alright that's fine)
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Post by unit894 on Mar 5, 2014 7:47:51 GMT -5
Seth Hausier stood proudly in the bridge of his ship, and behind his back, his posture ramrod straight. As soon as he had arrived in the bridge he had begun yelling orders, and the men, women and servitors that piloted that ship scurried about to get Bell's Wrath into the air. Seth watched them do things that he could not even begin to comprehend. It was his job to make decisions and orders, and the job of the lower ranking men to make sure these decisions and orders were seen through. Brawnley stood to the right and slightly behind the Captain, waiting at a perfect ‘at ease’ military pose. For all the looting and officer-murdering he had done during his romp in the Guard, he had never forgotten the discipline. Seth turned his attention to him.
“Brawnley, who’s the best shot of the crew?” The bulky man was silent for a second.
“Ripfist sir. Steven Ripfist”
“What sort of name is Ripfist?”
“Got his hand mauled by a Squig once sir, he can still shoot better than anyone else though.”
“I’ll take your word for it. Get him…and yourself ready for deployment. I want my best men for this. Better bring Vulkan as well. He could do with a bit of fresh air.”
The disgraced techpriest rarely left the Engine room, and Seth only forcibly removed him when something needed to be killed.
A scrawny man Seth had never bothered to learn the name of scurried over to him, sweating profusely from his shiny bald head.
"Sir? Already to go sir. We leave when you give the word"
"Excellent job...you. We leave now. Get me to Omega V!"
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“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…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…right, of course you don’t.”
Gibbons tipped an invisible hat to the large cyborg, chuckling. He shoved Ripper lightly, making him sway to the side. Ripper looked down at Gibbons for a few seconds, then went back to staring forwards.
“Ripper means well, and I bet he would talk yer ear off if ‘e ‘ad a tongue. Just don’t talk to ‘im unless you ‘ave something to say. ‘E ‘ates idle chatter.”
“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.”
“Right you are gov”.
Gibbons walked up the gangplank and banged on the open doorway loudly with the butt of his lasgun.
“Permission to come aboard miss?”
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The great 8-wheeled transport rumbled along the dusty sand road towards the planet's primary guard compound. Raphael was slouching in a chair in the back, an elegant glass in his hand. Raphael would have been perfectly happy with a regular troop transport Chimera, but Ollanious had insisted. The metal grating walls and rows of rough benches with suspension harnesses had been swapped out for plush carpets, mahogany walls and high backed ebony chairs. There was even a very well stocked drinks cabinet. How the whole thing hadn't come crashing down as they went over the dune field Raphael will never know.
"Well...it’s been a while since we last were able to talk alone like this, but though I may not look it I am an old dog, Raphael, you know that as well as I do"
Raphael took a sip from his glass. For all the years he had known the man, Ollanious' temper was still very unstable. He decided to be tactful about it.
"You've never let your age slow you down, Ollanious." Raphael raised an eyebrow as the empty bottle sailed across the room, then smashed into a thousand pieces against the wall.
"Well, friend there is only so much I can do, and putting up with xenos is not one of them so let us do this by the emperor and be done with it"
Raphael sighed. "Khordel, the Eldar's home is in as much danger as ours. They deserved warning. The Eldar have helped humanity far more than it has hindered it. Try and direct your hatred to something that deserves it. We have a Chaos Lord with the capabilities of reaching Terra, and you are complaining about who you are working with? I hoped you would have been more professional."
"Yes, I do remember the time not long after you were first made an inquisitor when we first stood shoulder to shoulder. We were both working under Orlanuss then as well, it was a heated invasion and many good men lost their lives, though the fallen will forever be remembered as the Emperors finest. And you were eager in your young age, you fought on the front line despite Orlanuss' warnings and he couldn't watch out for you. You lost your leg then, a chaos champion, if the war hadn't been won by Orlanuss' swift hand and the astartes I fear that it may have been different, that said you were a fine warrior back then and I trust you will do the same honour again now as we fight shoulder to shoulder once again. What do you say, for old times’ sake?"
Raphael smiled sadly at the memories. The battle had been a total disaster, Chaos taking their military convoy completely by surprise. "Eager? Of course I was, I was young indeed, I had a point to prove to the universe; don't fuck with me." Raphael chuckled at the memories of his former self, big, angry and bloodthirsty. He thanked the Emperor every day that Orlanuss had been able to beat some sense into him. "I may have lost my leg, but the Champion lost his head. I still have that chain-axe back up at the mansion." He accepted his friends hand up, though the smaller man was barely an assistance to his muscled bulk. "You can always rely on me Ollanious. Remember Orlanuss' words; 'The Inquisition is family, and family means everything'. But before you go, I must say something".
Raphael took a step forwards. He towered over his fellow Inquisitor, and his usually mild eyes had gained an intimidating hardness.
"You do not assault my men. Ever. Gibbons fights for the Emperor with as much passion and fervour as we do. If you treat him like that, more than likely you'll end up with an axe buried in your skull before you leave. I'm not threating you. Just stating a fact" Raphael sat back down and sighed, rubbing his face with a huge hand.
"Gibbons spent five years here before I recruited him. We could of used his insight, but because of what happened between you to I had to move him last minute. You are not assisting in this mission thus far. Can you at least try and be civil?"
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Post by Sabess on Mar 7, 2014 21:23:50 GMT -5
(Skip me, It'd pretty much just be a filler post anyways)
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Post by Possessedcheddar on Mar 13, 2014 17:23:51 GMT -5
OOC Comment: With Unit's departure from the Nexus for an unknown amount of time, he has left the 40K thread for me to run. This means that I will be taking control of his characters and guiding the story based on the guidelines and set-pieces he left for me to follow. I am in regular contact with Unit and he will now act in an advisory capacity to ensure that story I create for us is in line with what he had envisioned. This may seem like a small thing to be so formal and postured about, but this marks the first time that I will be in charge of the development and continuation of a story for people here on the Nexus. I want to be as candid as possible and if anyone feels the need to supply me with input or suggestions , feel free to Site PM me or find me in chat. With the thread under new management and the character control changing hands, I feel the need to institute a new posting roster to ensure that the thread runs as smoothly as possible. Below is the new roster we will follow once this current rotation is complete. After Silverguns22 posts, the new roster will come into effect.
New Posting Order
Possessedcheddar
Stelpher
Sabess
Silverguns22
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Post by Stelpher on Mar 16, 2014 0:15:56 GMT -5
The ShipThirianna walked across the Control Room, activating panels and crystals as she walked. She slowly activated the ship, the lights along its body glowing a bright blue. The ships energy vanes carefully unfolded, and the whole ship resonated a low hum. Satisfied by the ships status, Thirianna activated a visual display, showing the main entrance of the ship. She could see the Inquisitor and the Astartes slowly walking away, while two humans remained at the door. One of them stepped forward, hitting the wall with the butt of his rifle before calling out. “ Permission to come aboard miss?” Thirianna frowned, before tapping a stone to her right, and speaking into it. The stone glowed a pearly white colour, its counterpart by the ships main entrance doing the same. "You may wait for me to escort you, young one." " I was told to beat on the door until you opened it. but I guess this'll do. Least you know I'm here." Thirianna nodded, then realizing the human could not see her, spoke. "I will be down to collect you shortly." She thought for a moment, then quickly added. "And please do not hit my ship." With that, she deactivated the stone, then made her way down to the entrance. After a few minutes of walking, she reached the entrance. " Howdy miss, Inquisitor said he'd be along in a bit, got some new toys on his shuttle so I heard. Until then, we'll follow your lead. Show the way, if'n you don't mind?" Thirianna escorted them to the Storage Bay, a large open area around the Hanger platform. The room was by far the largest area in the ship, and could hold a small transport craft and still have room to store all the ships equipment. The Hanger platform itself was a landing pad surrounded by an artificial gravity field, to stop any landed craft from potentially damaging the inside of the ship. After a few minutes of waiting, the shuttle was heard, it's crude engines roaring in the wind. Thirianna and the humans looked up as the Hangar doors opened. The engines of the shuttle rockets roared then rose to a shrill whine as the landing thrusters slowed the descent of the craft to allow it to land in the field. They watched as the shuttle landed in the bay, its metal skin steaming hot and glowing a muted orange, even after such a short flight. The ramp stayed shut and for several minutes no one came out. One of the humans looked at his partner who shifted uncomfortably from one booted foot to the other, while Thirianna waited patiently. The ramp eventually groaned open. Taking up over half the doorway, was an Astartes in full armour. His Aureolin colored armor gleamed, with crimson trim clutching the massive pauldrons, the Imperial Aquila proudly adorning his chest. Black marks were display on his armour, possibly representing Veteran status. The massive mountain of Ceramite pounded down the ramp, Inquisitor Irons at his side. The presence the Inquisitor possessed was eclipsed by the display of the Astartes, the feared warriors of Mankind. Thirianna smiled, before greeting them. "I hope you had a nice trip, Inquisitor."
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Post by Sabess on Mar 17, 2014 23:52:04 GMT -5
(Skip me.)
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Post by Possessedcheddar on Mar 22, 2014 22:14:34 GMT -5
Seth whistled cheerfully as he walked around the bridge of the Bell’s Wrath. He loomed over the shoulders of his officers and took a few fleeting glances at their consoles as he passed. He wasn’t actually critiquing their work, he was ensuring that his presence was known and felt. Failure to meet expectations would not go unnoticed.
As he approached the weapons console, the young brunette at the controls looked up, Seth offered his signature winning smile and she responded with one of her own, though the smile lit up her face, the light didn’t seem to reach her eyes. Like Seth’s, her smile was a formality, a façade thrown up to hide who he really was and what he was thinking. He decided that he liked her more now than he had when he had brought her aboard at his First Mate’s behest.
“Everything in order, Miss Valereth?”
The woman looked back at her screen, the data rolling across is almost faster than Seth could follow.
“Aye, indeed it is Captain. Point defense grid is at maximum capacity and I’ve adjusted the cores of our grid to draw less energy from the ship’s power-plant without a drop in efficiency. The warp engines should be able to charge to full capacity several minutes faster now. With the Defense Grid pulling less power, its given me some extra juice to work with. The power that I freed up has been stored in an auxiliary battery to act as an emergency source of energy should we need it. It will provide about 10% of the normal output and allow the ship to move faster in normal space, charge the grid to deliver a few extremely overpowered shots, or even charge the shields at almost twice the normal speed with no hit on operational efficiency. Obviously, I haven’t been able to reallocate enough to perform all those tasks, so you would have to pick only one of the options I listed. But on a ship like this, a hidden edge is a sweet treat indeed.”
Seth was taken aback, she was an impressive and resourceful woman. His reaction must have been telling because she seemed to sit a little straighter and this time when she smiled, it was genuine.
“Excellent work there Valereth, I can see why you came so highly recommended, good looks and smart as a whip. You’ll fit in fine. Talk to the First Mate if you have any questions or concerns. Me? I’m going to go check on our guests. They seem abnormally subservient for an Inquisitor and Astartes. That is almost an oxymoron with those types. I intend to find out why and how I can make use of it in the future.” As almost an afterthought, Seth added: “And of course we have a battle to plan.”
Seth walked away, his coat swirling behind him and the passive scent of his cologne just barely registered to the Weapons Officer. She nodded to herself, satisfied at the smell and muttered quietly “Always with eyes on the next mark. Anything in the present just doesn’t know it belongs to us yet.”
Seth raised his voice and spoke over his shoulder as the door to the bridge opened. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.” He smiled, flashing a set of perfectly white teeth that looked right at home within his handsome visage. With this, he departed to find his guests.
Seth muttered to himself, “what was it I told the Inquisitor? Good as gold?” and he smiled facetiously.
Seth took a walk through the corridors of the Wrath and finally after passing many gunmetal gray walls with only vibrantly colored lines to direct people to where they needed to go for coloring (not that he needed the guide on his own ship) he approached the door to the bunking quarters. He straightened his coat and waistcoat before entering. With a check to ensure his hair was in place and his highly polished boots remained that way, he chimed open the hermetically sealed door.
“So sorry for the wait, my partners, affairs of the Captain must be attended to when one embarks on a mission. I’m afraid those matters took longer than I expected, but rest assured everything is well in hand. Now, I feel the need to get down to the business at hand, if this is agreeable?”
From behind his back Seth pulled a rare and expensive portable holo-display out of a pouch and brandished it with a flourish designed to impress his onlookers. He placed the device on a nearby table and activated it. A sphere hovered above the machine, slowly rotating in place and the name Omega V appeared suspended in midair below the planet. The name along with tithing information, population density, and travel advisories also scrolled along the side display.
“This, friends, is our planet.” With a few typed words on the device’s input keys, a small red dot appeared on the lower hemisphere.
“And this is our target. I have only made a few passes by the planet, myself, but I have heard that you may know a thing or two about Omega V, Kayvaan?”
Seth seemed to look at Inquisitor Karly once again and stood up straight in a frenzied fashion. “My deepest apologies, Inquisitor, I of course should let you lead this discussion. You are, after all, the leader. It must be a product of being aboard my own ship, having control over everything else, you understand?”
With this, Seth settled down into a comfortable chair. He splayed his coattails open and threw them over the arm rests he then crossed his legs, one over the other and leaned forward, elbows on knees with his hands, fingers steepled, nestled under his strong chin. His posture was the very picture of attentiveness and he waited for the others to speak.
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Irons activated the ramp to his Aquila Lander and as he expected, the Lord Inquisitor had not left him ill prepared for his mission. Alactus nodded appreciatively. Within the hold of the lander was a Remote Detonation Pack, a small yield thermonuclear bomb that they would use to take out the Webway Portal along with provisions, Krak grenades, extra .75 caliber bolts for the Bolters, power packs for the lasguns and several knives and many other useful items. Iron’s shuttle had been packed full, all the cargo hold spaces were filled with items provided for his mission
What caught Alactus’ eye, in the midst of all the equipment, was the Maxima pattern Heavy Bolter residing among the several crates of ammunition for the lethal weapon. He approached the gun and ran his hand down its massive frame, hefting its weight with a grim smile. He knew the damage he could do with one of these. After placing the gun back on the deck of the shuttle he cracked open a crate of ammunition and picked up one of the candlestick sized .998 caliber explosive shells. The Astartes examined the massive projectile and clenched it tightly in his massive fist, obviously ready to use it on the enemies of the Imperium.
Irons put a hand on the Alactus’ shoulder, having to reach up in order to do so, “soon, you will get your wish Sergeant, very soon indeed.”
Alactus put the bolt round back in the crate and closed the hermetic seal by hooking the lid’s metal bar under a specially designed lip in the body of the crate and pushing down on the large square handle mounted to it. Alactus looked down at Irons and saw him staring at a suit of Ignatus pattern Power Armour. Only Inquisitorial agents were afforded such rare and beautiful armor as this. Iron’s suit did not have a helm; instead it integrated directly into his ceramite covered head through a series of thick armored cables sprouting from the onboard computer mounted between his shoulders. Irons reverently ran his hand over the breastplate of his armor, stroking the inquisition I emblazoned there in gold, gold on a field of black and silver. Irons looked up and said quietly, “I’ll put this on and armor my body as I would my soul when the time for battle comes.”
Alactus made the sign of the Aquila and began preparing to don his own power armor. He hefted the first piece of the armor for his commander to assist him with.
After almost an hour, the duo had sheathed Alactus in his armor. With Alactus in his full Imperial Fists plates, he cut the figure of a brave defender of humanity. His massive frame now completely dwarfed the Inquisitor.
With the donning of the Astartes armor complete, Alactus and Irons settled in for the journey to Lady Thirianna’s ship. Irons took the controls and the Veteran Sergeant remained seated among the cargo in the hold. His body now encased in its second skin, he was much more at ease and felt much less exposed. Alactus began his prayers to Dorn and The Emperor, as he always did before going into battle.
The lift rockets on the craft brought it steadily into the air, and Irons expert hand guided it smoothly through the labyrinth of access-ways that honeycombed the surface of the docking portion of the spaceport. When Thirianna’s ship was in sight, Irons saw that the cargo hold ramp was down and he skillfully guided the shuttle inside. It never touched the deck, a new sensation to him, the craft remained suspended above the deck by several inches, as if on a cushion of air. The disembarking ramp went down and Alactus and Irons walked out to greet the people waiting on them.
Thirianna smiled, a surprisingly disarming smile from such an alien fac. it seemed genuine enough, so Irons returned it. He then snorted in spite of himself. He had momentarily forgotten that she couldn’t see it.
“I would return the smile, Thirianna, but it seems I’ve misplaced the better part of my face.”
She continued to smile, perhaps a little more broadly, thought Irons. Maybe she did get the joke after all. She opened her mouth, a petite affair with wide lips that were thin, tapering at the ends as they met the cheeks, but still full and well pronounced.
"I hope you had a nice trip, Inquisitor."
“It was nice enough, I suppose but I’m sure it will be better now, I’m not driving. Now, we must unload a few things and get on our way. “
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Post by Stelpher on Mar 27, 2014 20:16:27 GMT -5
“It was nice enough, I suppose but I’m sure it will be better now, I’m not driving. Now, we must unload a few things and get on our way.“
Thirianna nodded in agreement.
"I can show you around my vessel if you would like, but the young ones stay on your shuttle." She points to the two individuals at her side. The Inquisitor looked at the Space Marine, before turning to the other humans.
"Gibbons, Ripper. Stay here with the shuttle. begin unboxing the things you'll want to take with you. Alactus is more than capable of guarding my person."
Thirianna motioned for the two to follow her, then departed in the direction of the Control Room.
They stepped out into the control room, and oddly shaped room covered in crystals and viewing monitors. Thirianna tapped on one of the stones, then closed down all the ships external exits. The ships resonating hum changed to a dull screech, as it slowly lifted into the air, then soon the atmosphere. After a quick review, Thirianna sighed in satisfaction, before turning to the humans behind her.
"By human-Gothic time, it will take roughly...nine hours before we reach our destination. Is their anything you two would like to do in the meantime?"
The Space Marine, Alactus, walked closer towards the rear of the room, before muttering.
"I'd like to return to the cargo hold. the last time I was in a place like this, it no longer existed five minutes later. Thirianna has been accommodating thus far, but I still feel uneasy."
Thirianna nodded, as the two made one of the Imperial signs and the Space Marine departed. The Inquisitor turned back to her.
"We humans are generally very... intolerant of your kind. Over my many years of service, I have found that when in dire enough situations anything is possible. I hope you will see this olive branch as what it is."
Thirianna nodded, she didn't quite understand the term, but understood the gesture.
"That is fine, my kind does not usually interact with the younger race unless necessary. It is how we have survived since The Fall."
She pressed on a node one final time, before asking.
"Would you like me to give you a 'tour' around the ship briefly before we discuss the mission with the others?"
Thirianna gave a smile that would melt a normal man. For reasons unknown to her, she had taken a liking to this Inquisitor. He was reasonable, which was a trait very rare among many of the arrogant younger races.
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Post by Sabess on Mar 29, 2014 9:27:20 GMT -5
Karly sat on one of the chairs strewn over the room, crossing her legs. It wasn't exactly needed without wearing a skirt, but it was comfortable. Her hat sit proudly upon her head, as did her metal rosette, albeit around her neck. She crossed her arms and inspected the room, waiting for something to happen. She would need to speak to Seth about a plan, but when she looked, he was nowhere to be found.
As if he could read her mind, Seth entered the room, greeting them. She didn't reply, instead unfolding her arms and legs, and rising from her chair. She left her hat sitting in her place, approaching Seth. After he was done talking, Karly addressed him. "I hope I won't be waiting that long for everything." Karly told him. She didn't like being too threatening, but she did want to make sure he was slightly less tardy. She did appreciate that he was acting more mature than before, however."Oh but of course," Seth said smoothly, displaying a set of startlingly white teeth, "I meant no offense. But preparations must be made. I will not throw my crew blindly into the void without some notion of what is expected of them." Seth replied.
Karly nodded to Seth, turning to Kayvaan. "But Seth does have a point. Please, tell us what you can about Omega V. I know the basics, I've been there myself once."
Kayvaan stood, leaning against a wall, not doing anything in particular until Seth entered the room. He listened to both Seth and Karly as they spoke, not caring to give them any acknowledgement. Once they addressed him and mentioned Omega V, his face turned deadpan. He approached them, and gave them both a menacing glare. "It's a shithole, where people go to die. All I can tell you is that we're going to need re-breathers, and there's a good chance we'll all get fucked up. If we're looking for a distress signal, chances are it's coming from a cave, that's where the mutants and cultists like to hang out. "
Karly wasn't pleased with how negative Kayvaan was, but didn't say anything, as the information was still helpful. She looked to Seth, wordlessly asking him to give his input. "Chipper one aren't you. Alright, we have armored atmosphere suits in the hold, and several for", Seth looked at the Inquisitor's shapely figure," the women of our crew. Sealed against harsh environs and covered in ceramite plating along with a breathing apparatus. They usually for high pressure atmospheres, but they work just as well at reducing kinetic impact from bullets. Not so good at dispersing laser fire though, I've learned." Seth's voice trailed off as he rubbed his hand over one of his arms, fingering an old las-burn there.
"Great," Karly responded. "How long until we arrive?" Karly asked, still talking to Seth. "According to the nav computer, roughly 9 hours. you can sleep if you want, I will have a meal brought to you here, unless you prefer to eat in the mess with the other space rats." Seth grinned gamely at the two of them, and settled back into his seat. "I do want to take a closer look at our map here though. You say that people go to die on this planet? Why? How does it happen?"
Karly gave a hardly noticeable smile at Seth's joke, turning to Kayvaan once he was addressed.
"Pretty simple." Kayvaan stated, bluntly. "The population, as small as it is, won't stop until you're a pile of guts and blood. Be it a mutant or a cultist. Unless you kill them first, which hasn't worked for me in the slightest." Kayvaan stared into Seth's eyes, a clear look of hate in his eyes.
"You're a testy one, Kayvaan." Seth stared back at the man, he had cowed before no man before and he wouldn't now, especially on his own damn ship. "I will be perfectly candid, The Inquisitor may have command of this mission and you may be an Astartes but make no mistake, this Is. My. Ship.," He punctuated every word with a minute pause for effect, "If you endanger the lives of my crew because you're too caught up in the deaths of your brothers to tell us what we need to know then I will personally space your sorry ass. Now. You're angry, that is good. You want to get back at the bastards who hurt you. I am offering that chance. There is no way the deaths of your brothers and now this signal are not related. Tell me what I need to know. We need a plan. you've offered me scraps of information so far, little bits of knowledge spinning through that sea of anger in hatred in your head. Think man! We are going down there and I need all the information I can get to prepare and hopefully keep us alive."
Kayvaan simply kept his gaze while Seth went on, and once waited a second to see if he was finished, responded. "There isn't much more to say. Haven't been down their long enough to become accustom to the place, and from what I've seen, it's nothing but mutants and cultists. They'll die like anything else, if you shoot the fucking thing. The cultists are pretty tame, but the mutants will charge you like they're unstoppable. Some snipers wouldn't hurt. And tell anyone heading into a cave that they better keep their finger on the trigger. Shit always goes wrong in those things." Kayvaan honestly couldn't say much else, as he'd been too busy running back to his ship half the time to take in too much.
Seth nodded, he's been in a few caves in his time. "Aye, I hear that. damned easy to get disoriented in a cave as well. Sound doesnt work quite the same in those things, light either. We won't be taking any bolt weapons of our own, you can keep yours of course Kayvaan but I expect you to hit what you're aiming at," Seth smiled a wicked grin, "judging from your sterling opinion of the rabble down there, I don't think that will be a large concern. The rest of us will carry Las-carbines and flare guns. Las-bolts don't ricochet in tight confines, they just burn into whatever surface they hit. As for flare guns, anything living in a cave for a long time will be damned sensitive to light. Our helmets will automatically adjust to allow us to keep our vision, but them? Not so much, they will be blinded and dazed for a short period of time. It may give us the chance to escape if we need it, no promises though but its not unreasonable."
"I had to ditch my rifle. Got any replacements? Need something for long range if you want me to be useful." Kayvaan asked, not minding to use something other than a bolt-weapon.
"I've got just the thing to lift your spirits Kayvaan. The Emperor, in his infinite generosity, allowed me to come by several Assassinorum rifles, Exitus Rifles to be exact. I have three of these rifles in the armory along with one hundred rounds of their lock-on ammunition. Make it hurt. Make it count." Seth replied.
Kayvaan's eyes grew wide at the offer of an Exitus Rifle. "Bloody hell, that'd work nicely. I'll be sure to put it to good use. Thanks."
Seth smiled. It was nice to see that people in this world could still be surprised. "Of course. I figure if there was ever a time to use it, now is that time."
"I guess we're done here, then." Karly nodded to both Seth and Kayvaan. "Inquisitor. I've noticed that you don't appear to have any bags or clothing. I have... requistioned...a few articles of clothing you may find useful and even comfortable from my weapons officer. you will find a robe, and whatever else you may need in your new quarters. Never let it be said that I am not accommodating." With this Seth led her out of the room and towards her quarters. Karly thanked Seth, and once he left, changed into the robe she was given. It was rather comfortable, but she'd probably end up sleeping naked, just for the small amount of extra comfort. She'd need a good nights sleep, after all. She sat there for about half an hour, inspecting her weapons to make sure they worked. With this, she locked the door, took off her robe, and fell into the bed. She fell asleep rather quickly, making sure to leave the robe just by her bed for when she awoke in the morning.
Kayvaan found a chair, sat in it, and tried to fall asleep. He didn't care too much for comfort, this would suffice.
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Post by Possessedcheddar on Mar 29, 2014 20:28:49 GMT -5
Irons could swear he detected more than polite curiosity from Lady Thirianna. If it were possible for the human expression for mischief to be made by a xenos face, she was making it. Irons warmed a little more to her company. It was nice to know that at least they now had some sort of working relationship instead of the usual deceit and mistrust he encountered when dealing with aliens.
“Of course, I’d love to see the ship. My men will be unpacking our gear and that will take quite some time. The Lord Inquisitor saw fit to arm us with a vast array of weaponry. I never complain about more weapons.”
Irons looked around at the crystals on the command deck and wondered at the perfection of it. The flawless shine produced by every surface of this deck was a direct contrast to the boring, utilitarian look that most Imperial vessels boasted. He looked at the meticulous care of the ship and saw an almost delicate undertone to its construction. As he looked back at Thirianna he saw that the creation of the ship was an image mirrored in its creators.
Tall, lithe, slender and shapely Thirianna was the picture of Eldar Nobility. She presented an air of competence along with a smirk that betrayed a penchant for mischief. On a race who’s every action, look, dress, and skill was designed as a means of upholding their superiority and an air of sophistication, it was a nice change to see an all too human emotion hiding beneath that pompous veneer.
Irons walked towards where she extended her hand and began his tour. He hoped to see whatever troops she had along with engineering and the armory. With a swift pace, the duo set off.
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Alactus set off towards the cargo hold where the two agents were hard at work sorting out the massive and varied array of weapons at their disposal. On the deck, next to the shuttle, were three crates filled with anti-tank mines. Along with this were a massive stockpile of las-guns, Bolter ammunition, krak grenades, defoliant grenades, machetes, combat knives, one shoulder fired missile launcher and its accompanying ammunition, and the thermonuclear bomb for the portal itself.
Alactus nodded at the trove and assisted the men in the removal of the weapons. He picked up a crate and broke the seals to see what was inside. Rations, a month’s worth of rations was in this crate and among Xenos, this edible food was one of the most important things on the manifest.
“I ont’ understand it, gov. Why we takin’ the shit out o’ tha shuttle if’n we’re just gonna put it back later? Why aint we just leavin it in there?”
Gibbons looked to Alactus for an answer and the Astartes picked up another crate and moved it aside. He set it down next to the man and opened it. This crate contained more mines.
“Exactly how many of these do we need clogging the hold?”
Gibbons smiled a toothy grin and gave a very Gibbons-like response.
“I magine’ we may be needin’ em’ all at one point. I’ll be sure ta bring a few extra for the doubters amongst us.”
Alactus shook his head and turned around to find Ripper coming down the ramp with another crate. The two men’s eyes met and neither moved for a second. Alactus held his ground and after several seconds, Ripper nodded and continued on his walk down the ramp. As he passed Alactus nodded back and said “I’m glad we understand each other.” Ripper held up an extended thumb and behind his helm, Alactus smiled.
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With his guests cooperative and satisfied at their conditions, Seth went to the armory to requisition the weapons he required. Along with Inquisitor Karly and Brother Kayvaan, Seth would bring two other members of his crew. He called them “Gundogs” the name was one that referred to the ancient Terran practice of having trained dogs on hand to assist a hunter when they located their prey. Seth could think of no better analogy than this for what these men did.
Tough as boot leather and hard as adamantium, these two men were members of his group of five rough-and-ready fighters he had accompany him on high risk missions. Seth went down a deck and past the fore cargo hold. Here, where the bulkhead gave way to the next section of the ship, was the armory. The armory was a small room with several lumi-strips along the ceiling to provide light for the space. The lights were surprisingly bright, given their miniscule size, and served to banish the shadows cast by ammunition crates and weapons stores to the far edges of the room. Seth stepped in and the Quartermaster, a short man, barrel chested and brawny with a short shock of red hair sprouting from his chin greeted him at the door.
“Bloody good to see you Cap’n, aint seen your like round here in quite a while. Weapons is spic and span, just as they always are. You don’t pay me to look at them. What can I do fer you, Cap’n?” The last line was said almost as one uninterrupted sound and Seth smiled.
“I need some guns, Mortill.”
“Why thebleedin’ hell else would you come to the armory if’n you didn’t want guns, crazy bastard. Out with it! I gotta get back to me sitting. Maybe I’ll even walk to and fro. Perhaps I’ll even walk to fro and to next time. Just to see if it feels any different.”
Seth laughed good naturedly at his ill-tempered Quartermaster. As sour as the man was, any question or concern about any type of weapon, Human or Xenos, he could answer.
A veritable wizard with his abilities, Mortill always seemed to be able to drag out whatever you needed. Seth had even stopped picking up supplies for the armory at one point, just to see if he could prevent Mortill’s almost magical acquisition of new hardware. It hadn’t worked. And every time Seth had gone to request a weapon that should not be there, Mortill would produce it. His smug smile seeming to grow larger each time he flashed it, as if he knew what Seth had done and was spiting him for it. Seth had given up and just let the man do his job.
“Alright you salty bastard, I need four las-guns, overcharged and one of the Exitus Rifles.”
Mortill shook his head. “Where you’re goin’ you’re gonna need a bit-o punch. This bitch right here’ll do ya just fine. Hot as a devil, she is and kicks like you ould’nt believe, but she’ll lay em’ out pretty as you like.”
With this, the surly Quartermaster produced a Hellgun. The supped up las-gun was charged by an external power pack that allowed a more devastating shot to be fired than one produced by a normal las-gun. Seth had no idea where Mortill had picked this weapon up, but he was damned glad to see it.
“You crafty son-of-a-bitch; where did you even manage to get a weapon like this? Never mind that, how many do you have?”
Mortill responded “just this’n Cap’n. reserved it fer you, I did. Figured you might pay me a little more if I got you a present.”
Seth laughed “Youre a highwayman Mortill! But ill take it. I need three las-guns; Overcharged power-packs if you don’t mind and that rifle along with several flare guns. Load... say, four boxes of flare shells with the other guns I need. Have it all loaded on a cart and wheeled up to the hangar. You did good Mortill.”
Mortill mumbled under his breath, but set about his task in frenzy, grateful to have something useful to do. With this, Seth left and returned to the lift to the upper decks. He called in a check on the bridge status while he ascended and received a promising response. Still eight hours out, Seth decided he would need some sleep to. After a quick stop at the mess to grab what was left of the night’s dinner, he headed to his quarters.
Hey keyed the lock and entered, still sipping on his drink as he crashed into his desk chair and spun it to face the pict-screen embedded in its wood facing. The wood aboard a starship was one of his personal whims and he greatly enjoyed it. His quarters were small, but comfortable with room for a desk, bed, upright locker and a small alcove to the left of the room for his bathroom, an affair so small the toilet almost bumped the sink, the shower little more than a depressed spot in the floor with a drain and a water spout above it, surrounded by a thick curtain.
Seth undressed, hanging his coat and waistcoat in his locker and kicking his boots off one by one. His breeches became a misshapen pile of fabric in the corner and the Captain settled himself groggily into his bed, drifting quickly into a dreamless sleep.
It was to be some of the last sleep he got for a long time.
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Post by Stelpher on Apr 10, 2014 6:33:33 GMT -5
“Of course, I’d love to see the ship. My men will be unpacking our gear and that will take quite some time. The Lord Inquisitor saw fit to arm us with a vast array of weaponry. I never complain about more weapons.”
Thirianna smiled, the Inquisitors of the Imperium were technically soldiers after all, and every soldier loved weapons.
Inquisitor Irons took a quick look around the room, staring at the various crystals. He then turned back to her, but instead of doing anything, he just stood there, watching her. He almost appeared as if he was examining her body, and the thought sent a rush of embarrassment and amusement through Thirianna. He finally stepped forward, taking her outstretched hand as she began his tour of the ship. The doors slid open silently before her.
She took him down the main corridor of the ship, ignoring most of the off-shoots. They only led to small empty rooms filled with more crystals and displays. They both walked, for little over forty seconds, before she reached the first area she was looking for. She led Irons down the room, quietly explaining.
"This is the 'residential' area of the ship. It provides quarters for crew aboard the ship, as well as an on-board..." She struggled for a moment, searching for the appropriate words.
"...'Kichen' and bathrooms."
The corridor ended in a large living area, dominated by a large display on the wall surrounded by cushions and rugs. To the left was another corridor, leading into a wide Dining Hall, filled with tables at which to eat and a food preparation room. On the right was a second corridor, this one covered in doors. She explained to Irons that these were the living quarters at which crew would normally stay in, and that he and the Astartes were welcome to use them if they felt their shuttle was too uncomfortable.
They returned to the main corridor, then continued on their way through the ship. Thirianna pointed out a few rooms, some that were a little more significant than others, until she stopped at one. She took a step inside, revealing it to be a long room, with a large table in the middle and seats surrounding it.
"This is the room in which we may plan for the coming mission." She told Irons, who nodded and began wondering around the room. She took this moment to properly examine Irons herself.
He was rather tall for a human, standing only a few inches below herself. He was also rather large, far bigger than an average human, more akin to an Astartes, although she assumed this was from the heavy amount of cybernetics on his body. Irons was rather old for a human solider, which funnily enough, was nearly four times younger than her own age. He gave off an extremely threatening impression, although his actual personality was far kinder than expected. More than once she had attempted searching his mind, but sadly his Inquisitor training restricted it greatly. Something she did notice however, was his sadness whenever he tried to express an emotion, but lacked the physical form to do so. She returned back to reality as Irons had returned to her and was now asking where they were going next.
Thirianna kept leading him down the main corridor, passing the medical bay and multiple supply closets before reaching her intended location. The Armory.
She stepped through a doorway, but signaled for Irons to wait outside.
"This is the ships armory, although the doorway is protected by an energy field. You wouldn't happen to know the percentage of your body that is still human would you?"
"Roughly half, only one side of my body was too disfigured to save. Why do you need to know, M'lady?"
She turned to a nearby panel, deactivating the field.
"Because if a living creature steps through that field and is not of my kind, it will be quickly and violently torn apart on an atomic level."
"Well, in that case, I'll stick to my own weapons. I've had enough life altering injuries." Irons replied, slightly disappointed.
Thirianna smiled.
"Don't worry, it's been disabled. Allow me to show you around."
She took Irons hand and led him into a large room, filled with neatly arranged weapon containers. She pulled up a display in the center of the room, with lists upon lists of armaments.
"This shows a complete stock of every weapon in this room."
"You've got quite a collection for such a small ship, Thirriana. Some of this list I can read, but others I can't." Irons seems satisfied that they are well armed. With this, he turns around and says "I need to check on my men, M'lady. If you would, escort me to the hangar?" Thirianna nodded.
"Conveniently enough, that is the final location. Shall we walk?"
"Certainly, I'm sure they're done by now but its my prerogative to have my fingers in every pie."
She smiled, then escorted Irons out of the armory, reactivating the energy field behind her.
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Post by Sabess on Apr 17, 2014 8:46:39 GMT -5
Karly blinked several times, slowly turning her head from left to right. She sluggishly rubbed her eyes, remembering where she was. After a few minutes of dreading having to climb out of bed, she managed to do so. She recoiled slightly as her feet touched the unnaturally freezing metal floor. She shivered and hastily changed into her robe.
Karly soon left her room, following a slightly faded blue line towards the showers. She returned to her room ten minutes later, refreshed and washed. After procrastinating for a few minutes, she changed into her regular uniform. Although she got slightly loss, she managed to find her way to the mess hall, in search of an early morning meal.
Once she arrived, she found a rather large buffet, several crew members taking what they pleased from it. She caught Seth in the corner of her eye, waving to her. She gave a small wave back, picking out a barely heated sausage from the buffet, putting it on a small plate she found stacked by the food. She intended to consume it in her room, not knowing where else to sit. As she passed Seth, however, he kicked out the empty chair in-front of him. "Take a seat. The empty chair is so boring, you'll liven up the view quite a bit." He smirked, awaiting Karly. She complied, placing her plate opposite of the pirate. She pushed her chair into the table once she was seated upon it, placing her hat on the far right side of the table. She shook her head, turning her attention towards Seth. “Good morning, Seth.” She told him, quite bluntly. “Sleep well?” It was small talk, but it was talk. She cut a small piece of her sausage with the knife and fork she had managed to collect on her way over.
“I slept pretty well. But let's get down to business. Before we ship out on a mission, I want to know exactly who you are. Not just the stuff in the dossier, but what you like, don't like, what types of foods you eat, do you like lumiglobe lot walks by the armoury, or what. The really non-important stuff that makes us who we are." Seth told her, smirking all the while. Karly let out a small, amused laugh, smiling.
“What is there to say? I’ve never really… put much thought into it. I’ve never really had much of a social life or anything similar. You serve the Emperor until you die, one way or the other.” Karly stared at the table, somewhat gloomy. She snapped out of it and continued. “How about you, Seth? I’m sure you have some ‘interesting’ tastes.
"Me? Well sure, you don't love out here and do this job for as long as I have and not acquire some sort of... appreciation for something. Mine is wood. You never see wood anywhere anymore. It's all synthetic now. There's a desk in my room made completely of wood. It's my little curiosity. About the only thing that will fit in that tiny hole." Seth told her.
“Interesting.” Karly commented, not quite sure what to say. They finished their meals in silence, somewhat awkwardly. Karly said a polite goodbye to Seth, returning to her room.
Kayvaan awoke from a somewhat restless sleep, tormented by the voice in his head. “The fuck is happening to me?” Kayvaan whispered to himself, unsure of what to make of the situation. He made his way to the mess hall, finding a slightly burnt piece of toast and finishing it rather quickly. He found his original chair and once again waited upon it.
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Post by Possessedcheddar on Apr 19, 2014 21:42:29 GMT -5
Irons walked with Thirianna holding onto his lifeless prosthetic. For a race who could read thoughts and through touch sense a great many things, he didnt want to give her an open invitation to invade his privacy. However the fact that she had taken his hand at all was a strange gesture in itself, especially from an enemy of the Imperium. For now, he decided that for the sake of the mission, he’d play along. As he told himself these things though, he had to admit that he was somewhat intrigued by her behavior.
She had released his hand as they approached the cargo bay and for that he was thankful, not because he disliked her touch but because he didnt need questions from his men. To him it was harmless, but they might not see it that way. Irons smiled at her and for the umpteenth time chided himself for not remembering she couldnt see it. But she smiled back just the same. It was then that he realized that vivid emotions and surface thoughts must be extremely easy for her to interpret. He filed this information away.
“Alactus, how goes the unpacking? I see you have quite a few new toys here. Some even look as if they were just stamped with the Imperial sigil before we shipped out.”
The Astartes looked very pleased and nodded self-satisfactorily. “Indeed. But i perfer the tried and true weapons that have been drug through countless nasty things for centuries. They seem to understand our job a little better.”
Irons laughed, harsh barks of static squealing through his audio emitters as he did so. “It is good that you and the Agents have gotten on so well. Because now that the unpacking is complete, and I am fully satisfied with the process, we will now begin planning our operation. If you three will, follow me.”
Irons looked once more at the cache of weapons at his disposal and smiled grimly to himself. They would kill hungrily. He was certain they would get their fill. Irons and his entourage set off in search of Thirianna.
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Seth finished his meal, taking his and Karly’s dishes with him as they finished, glad to be away from the gloomy and slightly depressing Inquisitor. She was pretty, but seemed to be almost a blank slate with regard to anything other than her job. As a Rouge Trader, Seth had plenty of time to do whatever he wanted. He had discovered quite a bit about himself and decided on the things that made him who he was. Karly let her job define her. Seth shrugged, to each their own. But she had been right about one thing, they all served the Emperor until death.
“Speaking of serving the Emperor...” Seth trailed off. He was reminded that they had a battle to plan. He gathered his coat and set off towards the briefing room, a small conference room behind the bridge that held holo-displays, a solid Oak wood table and several form-fitting, reclining and swiveling deck mounted chairs.
He pressed a button embedded in the wood of the table and called for the Inquisitor and the Astartes. “Come to the briefing room on the foredeck. Follow the red line on the wall and one of the guards will direct you in, cant miss them. We have a battle to plan, i for one am getting stir-crazy.”
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Post by Stelpher on May 2, 2014 8:23:26 GMT -5
((Skip me, i believe you know the most about the plan anyways, from Unit and such.))
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