[Dead Faction]

[VanHelser]

[Dead Faction]
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Topic author: Stryde
Subject: [Dead Faction]
Posted on: 12/11/2003 12:39:10
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The woman standing outside the dusty storefront wore mostly purple, not a very practical color for the streets of this Hive. Staring at the data slate in her right hand, she leaned against her newly rented bike. It was a beat-up battlebike with side car, probably stolen or confiscated from one of the MANY gangs that clogged the streets, but it was the best looking one on the lot. A large black sash completely covered her left arm, seeming to bulge in places quite unnatural for a young human. Her black helmet reflected the neon lamps of the night lights. She was an outsider here, for certain, but she was not simply a lost girl or a noble out for kicks. Her name, Jenna Stryde, occupation, the God-Emperor's Holy Inquisition, mission, seek and destroy.

The data slate contained the information on the warabouts of a fellow inquisitor who placed a meeting. She planned to meet up and share info, then hunt down the atrocity at hand.

OOC: Ok, well, this is the quick intro. Please refer to the OOC board if you want to join. All are welcome!

=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos
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Reply author: Stryde
Replied on: 14/11/2003 07:45:35
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Responding to Inquisitor Thorn's meeting, she sent a quick message via floating messanger saying she was 'On her way'. An aged Imperial Guardsman exited the rental building hauling an autocannon with a peculiar mount attached to it.

"I hope this'll fit that piece of junk you rented," the vet mused.
"I hope it won't weigh too much to make us fall over!" Jenna laughed right back at her favorite comrade.
"Heh heh hmm..." a perplexed look crossed Silos' face as he eyed the sidecar and dropped the weapon to the ground.
"Gimme about half an hour, I should have this rigged by then."
"Fine, keep you vox-link on, I'm going for a walk." She took her helmet off and tossed it into the sidecar.

Her blonde and orange tresses spilled over her neck as she brushed her purple lock out of her face. Sea green eyes pierced the dusty air as she looked down the intersection searching for a pub. So this is Drantan, the newest hiveworld in this sector. Cute. Dusty, but cute. She reminded herself why she was here. Her quarry was a rogue trader who had been consorting with some newly notorious Xenos, namely the skinny Tau. This guy had created an underground weapons traffic that up until recently had gone unnoticed by the Imperium. Yeah, until one of her agents was killed by a Pulse Carbine. Very neat hole too.

It seemed that this mark happened to have a bad habit of selling to the wrong people, namely cultists and other big no-no's. Inquisitor Thorn found out about this shortly after she did, Emperor knows how, but she was actually looking forward to working with an Inquisitor in her Ordo. Lately she just kept bumping into hard-nosed preachy Malleus boys, all of which rude and impatient. I hope I'm not putting too much stock in him. She waltzed into the nearest bar.


=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos

Reply author: Van Helser
Replied on: 14/11/2003 11:18:32
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Van Helser beckoned for Quirrick to hurry up. Quirrick was a native hiveworlder and had obviously been missing all the dreary delights of his childhood. He seemed to be tucking into something that looked decidedly like a deepfried thingyroach. Van Helser sighed. You can take a man out of a hive but you can't take the hive out of a man.

'Come along Quirrick, I am not looking to spend much time here. I just need to meet the Rogue Trader, get the Shuriken rounds and leave. I have a more pressing engagement.'

'Yeah, sure,' Quirrick replied between mouthfuls, 'at least let me buy you a drink from one of the fine establishments round these parts,' he continued as he veered into the doorway of a ramshackle tavern.

'I don't have time for this...' Van Helser started, but Quirrick had already disappeared inside. Shaking his head, Van Helser followed, making sure Crian'laar was well concealed; he didn't want any trouble.

Reply author: Stryde
Replied on: 14/11/2003 13:02:54
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Upon entering the drinking establishment, Jenna noticed the sweet aroma of B.O. and spilled liquor. Giving a childish Sniff!, she waded to the bar pretending not to notice the stares from half the patrons. I should've worn my helmet, her youthful looks playing on the heartstrings of the dingy hivers.

Reaching for a stool, a loudmouthed ganger hollared, "Hey cutie, why don't you give Serpie' a try!" to the laughter of his companions. Without replying she asked the 'tender for sweet drink. The spike-haired ganger stumbled over to her as his buddies cracked fun at him. "Don'choo know I OWN this block!" the stringy man spat at her as he placed his right arm around her shoulders. Just as his hand landed, she grabbed his fingers in her right hand and spun off the stool, causing her to land behind him with his hand behind his back.

With his cries of pain, she stated in his ear,"If you want to live this night, I suggest you take your eyes and your hands away from me." To accentuate the point she jabbed her left 'arm' strongly into his kidneys, causing him to fall to the floor. The glint of polished metal shown before she covered her left side up with her sash.

Returning to her stool, she ignored the hollow threats issued. Signalling the bartender over, she placed a significant amount of credits onto the table. She whispered something about information and Xenos to the bartender, who at first went wide eyed, but upon seeing how much money was poured into his hand, squinted and pointed to the back of the bar. She took her drink, nodded, and then stalked back there. Well that was simple, at least I can start getting some business done before the meeting.

=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos

Reply author: Van Helser
Replied on: 14/11/2003 13:22:13
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Van Helser entered the bar to see a large man with spiked hair picking himself up off the floor, to the jeers of his friends. Violence seemed to be all that the hive-trash seemed to interested in. Quirrick was already watching a game of dice, Van Helser unfortunately was standing out like a sore thumb; white greatcoats didn't seem to be the fashion around here. Neither did purple, and that was exactly what the woman strolling to the back of the bar was wearing. Hopefully the trash would pay more attention to her than they did to him. Van Helser grabbed Quirrick by the shoulder and dragged him to a barstool.

'Hurry up and by me a drink, Alexei,' he said in an authoritative tone that Quirrick didn't dare reply to.

'Two shots of whatever passes for whisky in this place please bartender,' Quirrick asked. The bartender reached down behind the bar and pulled out a bottle that obviously hadn't seen the light of day for a long time and poured two glasses. 'Yeah, thanks...' Quirrick said as he suspiciously eyed the cloudy brown liquid.

Reply author: Stryde
Replied on: 14/11/2003 14:00:31
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Pushing aside the curtain, Jenna noted a small room with two men talking in hushed voices. The one facing her had an eye patch over his right eye and was wearing some relatively fine clothes. The other, obviously hired help for his sloped forhead and giant arms, held a bottle of murky liquid in his hand. Gulping down the drink, Jenna approached the pirate wanna-be.
"One word, 'Xenos', another few, 'where's the trader'?"
"I'm not sure I like your tone, Miss...?" the slick-haired trader stared at the new arrival.
"Call me Stryde. Look, I don't want to waste your time and you don't want to waste mine. Just give me an answer and I'll let you go about your business. Where is the trader dealing in 'new' goods, I don't mean shiny droids or play things. I mean weapons," good hand on hip, the curtain flapped behind her.

"Luka, please escort Miss Stryde out of my office. Though I regret not being able to look at her longer, I'm afraid I don't know what she's talking about." The large man moved quicker than she'd expected! In a fast move he held a revolver up to her and pushed her out with his other hand. Shoved back through the curtain, her hip banged against the bar. Why must it be so hard to keep my anonymity? She spat a curse and turned back to the bar, knowing full well that she would have to beat an answer out of him. Something she didn't have time for.

OOC: I'll be gone for a few days, feel free to parlay with her if you wish. She's in the profiles.

=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos

Reply author: Van Helser
Replied on: 14/11/2003 15:42:26
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Van Helser heard a fracas at the far end of the bar, and saw the woman in purple being pushed out of a curtained room. Trouble was brewing, and he didn't like it. Quirrick saw her too, he threw the questionable whisky down his throat and made to get up. Van Helser pushed him back down onto his stool.

'There is nothing but trouble there, Alexei. Leave it.' Van Helser was again talking forcefully and Quirrick, through bitter past experience, knew not to ignore what he was saying. 'We'll either let her make the next move or leave ourselves. I am pushing for the second option. We cannot risk delay on this world.'

Alexei turned back to the bar. 'Another?' asked the barman, Quirrick nodded in response though he wasn't sure why; the stuff was only slightly better than grade C recyled protein sludge, and that was because it contained alcohol. Well at least he hoped it did...

[VanHelser]

Reply author: Inquistitor Voke
Replied on: 14/11/2003 19:07:17
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Voke looked through his glass, his eyes covered by his hood. No one had noticed him; not even the man who had given him this, excuse for a drink but Voke just used it to fit in. Anyone who paid himtoo much attention he willed the command "forget" to them and had remained unoticed. He'd been here several times over the last few days. Always sitting in the same corner, a section of the bar in pure shadow, out of sight; quite.

Voke had come to this planet looking for a rouge trader. He had know of a rouge trader who opperated here for some time. Selling and trading weapons; some not so legal but he wasn't much of a threat and he provided Voke with some useful little trinkets in the past; but know things were different. From a captured heretic he had found out something was comming soon. A heretical piece of information, or technology had just been unearthed by choas on the outer reaches of the sub-sector. He had been unable to stop it or find out much about it but the choas power in charge of this had put alot of effort into it. And now what ever was unearthed has heading for this rouge trader. Either he was more than he seemed or just the guy who could get to the objects intened target; either way he was in Voke's way.

He had been watching this place for quite sometime and had been preparing to make a move soon when this new Inquisitor turned up.

Jenna Stryde.

This could make things differcult. Her actions he had just witnessed will cause the rouge trader and his group step up security. The people Stryde had just confronted may have been part of the rouge traders gang, the choas working with him or some random element; Voke wasn't sure. He had been preparing his strike for two months and now Stryde may have just destroyed all his preperations. The rashness of the young! He decided that it might be a good idea to link up with her and share knowlage; at the very least stop he getting in his way again. He may even work with her. It should do her some good working with someone with as much patients and experience as him; he would enjoy being able to teach and improve the abilities of a fellow Inquisitor. Also his normal companions weren't with him, he had had to send them off on another important, but straightforward, mission and he would enjoy the company; and another person watching his back when the shotting started.

Voke stood up and walked out of the bar, deciding that working with Stryde would be benaficial. He quickly quelled the attentions of the bartender when he walked out without pay by convincing him quickly that he had and that he was no one important. Voke, despite his age, quickly vanished into the night using teachniques tought to him for 300 years.



No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity

Reply author: Inquisitor Thorn
Replied on: 14/11/2003 20:07:14
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Several blocks away from the bar in the back alleys of Drantan, a figure dressed heavily in black slipped a folded card and several coins to a nervous-looking street urchin.

"Her name is Stryde and she wears purple today. Find her and deliver", spoke a strong but not-unkind voice from under the shadowed hood. With a mental push he reinforced the command.

The young boy turned and ran to find the woman and deliver. With a slight smile, the man in black turned on his heel and dissappeared deeper into the alley.


"I can't make him understand that biting's no good"
-A. Swinburne (1909)

Reply author: Inquistitor Voke
Replied on: 15/11/2003 18:03:40
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Voke had caught up with Stryde and was just about to step out of the shadows, the real and his created pyscic, when he caught sight of someone heading towards her. He could sense that they had been looking for her. Voke couldn't see the person clear and decided to be patient and wait in the shadows, for the moment at least. He started to watch closly taking in nearly every detail.



No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity

Reply author: Inquisitor Thorn
Replied on: 16/11/2003 00:11:20
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Van Helser had just downed another shot of the awful liqour as a young face appeared in a high dirty window beside the entrance and seemed to quickly peer around the room. The youthful eyes caught his and he fell back from his vantage point with a heavy thud and a crash of broken glass. Several patrons started from the noise and the large man with the revolver poked his head out of the room in the back, angrier than ever.





"I can't make him understand that biting's no good"
-A. Swinburne (1909)

Reply author: Inquistitor Voke
Replied on: 16/11/2003 15:50:14
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Voke sensed that the boy was not here from his own will, he stank of psycicaly manitpulated. Voke suddenly sensed danger from the boy but couldn't detect what he was going to do. All he was doing was desperatly trying to get to Stryde, that had been the pyscic command- a powerful one at that- and now he was only a few feet away. Stryde was so concentrated with getting to where she was going, probably her base of local operations, that she hadn't noticed the boy. Typically, the young easily get distracted by emotions. Voke suddenly knew he couldn't let the buy touch Stryde but he didn't know why. But also this boy had to be captured alive. There was more going on on this planet than he knew about. Instead of killing the boy he quickly reached out and with a small flex of his psycic powers started chokeing him, he soon passed out just two feet from Stryde. Stryde had heard what was going on and spun round gun in hand. As the boy finnaly dropped to the floor Voke stepped out of the shadows.
"well met Stryde. We need to talk. But not here. One thing though- you should have noticed that boy behind you, you let you emotions and what happened at the bar to cloud your judgement. Too common for young people. Perhaps working with me will do you good. Now lets get out of here. I'll take the boy."
And with suprising ease Voke hoisted the boy onto his shoulders and followed Strde into the night quickly creating a psycic shadow for both of them."No one had noticed what has happened",good though Voke.



No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity

Reply author: Stryde
Replied on: 16/11/2003 16:02:48
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Lady Stryde quickly spun around the corner of the bar to the bartender, grabbing his collar in her hand. Spitting at him she whispered threateningly, "Who...Is...He...". Using her powers, she touched his mind, lightly, just to show him she meant business. The man recoiled slightly and sweat began to bead on his bald head. Psychics had that effect on people. He mumbled a name to her and she let him go, knowing that this trader 'Barock' was not the trader she was looking for. Also that Barock was certainly long gone by now. In fact Barock was merely a weapons man for a smaller gang in this Hive.

Suddenly, she felt stong psychic energy in the vicinity. "What?" she asked herself when she heard glass breaking, not mug glass either. A man appeared from nothing next to her! A strong mind-imprint left a bad taste in her mouth. An old dark man wearing an Inquisitor insignia spoke to her quickly about her inadeqaucies and that she must follow him out. Still at the end of the bar, she replied, "Parlay at Havishaw's "Wolves Smile" in half an hour Brother, we can speak more openly there." He quickly scooped up a youth outside and walked off. Old men.

Violence was in the air. Glancing around, she noticed a man wearing white robes standing out from the crowd, looking like a great individual among the scum of the Hive. Feeling eyes watch her from behind, she spun to find the goon had exited the back room to point the revolver at her once again! Extracting her tech-forged power claw-arm from behind its black sash, she slammed his arm up into his face and forced him efforletlessly back through the curtain, blue sparks from the giant metal arm shown off his suprised face.

A shot issued from the weapon slapping the ceiling as she slammed him against the backwall of the small room. "Listen and speak quickly," still pinning his arm to his face, "I could crush you, slice your head off, or let you go. Where did Barock go?" He blabbered an address. She stripped the revolver from his grasp and pointed it at his head. "This will be...unpleasant," she smirked at him. Her mind ripped into his primative brain, knocking the oaf unconscious.

Noting sounds of fighting out in the bar and the time that had gotten away from her, she decided to get back to her vehicle. After all, the meeting was supposed to take place in a nicer pub that had more security, one owned by the Havishaw Guild. A Guild that helped fund the building of this hive.

Slipping out the back much the same as Barock had, she stepped into a filthy dark alley, noticing some dark figures down either way of the alley. Not good. She glanced at the revolver, noting that it was of good quality. Her shortsword hung on her waist, she wonderered if it would be needed soon. "Silos, location "The Meat Shack" back exit, meet me in 5," stating over her link. Not waiting for a response she approached one of the groups.

=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos

[VanHelser]

Reply author: Van Helser
Replied on: 16/11/2003 17:37:17
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Van Helser was growing concerned. There were refined, disciplined, telepathic commands flying around the bar; no wyrd was capable of anything that controlled. He'd spotted a boy at the window who was bursting with psychic commands; his own telepathic powers had overloaded the boy's mind and he'd fallen back from the window, bringing unwanted attention.

Someone had picked up the boy, and the woman in purple was getting more violent. He couldn't be sure but he thought he'd seen a flash of an Inquisitorial seal. He hoped it was mere coincidence, but there had just been at least one or two other Inquisitors in the bar. This was exactly what he was dreading. Something was going on this hive, it either involved him already without him knowing anything, or he was about to become involved. All he wanted was to pick up some shuriken rounds and get out of this place; it was nearly time for the ascension Voor'acht had foretold.

He had a terible feeling that he was going to be spending an awful lot longer on this planet.

Reply author: Stryde
Replied on: 16/11/2003 18:58:50
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Whipping her sash back over her left 'arm', the young Inquisitor stalked down the alleyway. "Any who bar my way suffer." The huddled homeless cast away their filth and cloaks to reveal a variety of weapons held low and threatening visages. She glanced behind her noting the same of the 'bums' behind her. Well frag. In a nimble move, she raised the revolver and dropped the ammo onto the rockcrete pavement, dropping the weapon after.

"I'm unarmed, what do you want," taking some steps towards the closest of them.
Looking uncertain at each other, one spoke. "Who are you? Perhaps we will let you pass if you give us information."
She noted the red and grey insignia printed on some of their garb. Resembles an eagle, she thought, the Emeror's? "I am Jenna Stryde, an off-worlder looking for trade."
The man spat, his black eyes glaring at her, "What kind of 'trade?'"
Taking a step closer, counting five men, she played "Weapons, haven't you heard of Captain Jax, the notorious pirate? I am his emisary."
"Not so 'notorious' lady. In fact if you are who you say, then you are coming with us. I'm sure he'll pay dearly for you," he pointed his stubber at her face.
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Silos sped down the dusty street, careening around the corner of the intersection. At least she didn't stray too far, he thought, sweat and oil glistening on his face. Finding the end of the alley behind the bar, he spun the bike to face it. His cannon pointed towards the backs of thugs as his bike backfired a loud 'Crack!' Oh boy, well they don't need to know the trigger is down in the sidecar.

Faces turned in confusion, and then fear when they saw the huge autogun. Thankfully the two spare suspensors off the ship aided his installation of the toy, making the weapon almost as heavy as a bolter. A man was thrown from behind the goons he saw to land ontop of his comrades. A woman in her twenties sprinted and climbed over the recovering men, shots breaking chunks of brick off walls around her coming from behind. She clumsily hopped into the sidecar as the men fully recovered, all looking uncertainly at the man on the bike.

"Get us out of here," the lady said.
Gladly, he revved the engine and took off down the street.

=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos

Reply author: Inquisitor Thorn
Replied on: 16/11/2003 19:52:35
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Voke carried the boy effortlessly on his shoulder as he walked away from the bar, shroud in place. The woman in purple had said to meet at Havishaw's "Wolves Smile". He would need to consult his logic-engine, but first, he needed to find somewhere for the boy.

Passing, he noticed a vertical hovel with a pair of neon signs outside reading "Hotel Feth" and "Pay by the hour". With the boy unconcious over his shoulder, he entered and approached the owner behind a adamant-glass screen. The man closer resembled a swine than a man. He was almost round in stature, had yellow-tinted skin, and stank of unwashed bodies.

Fighting his revoltion, Voke stated, "A room". "You pay when you and your boy are done. 20 creds an hour.", the pig-man recited. The inquisitor received the keys and entered a truly disgusting room on the second floor. He put the boy on the bed, the only furniture in the room at all, and made to leave again. He would not have time to scan or question the boy if he was to meet Stryde in time. Furthermore, he would rather be checking out Wolves Smile in advance of the meeting. Turning to leave, he noticed a small white card slip from the boy's grasp. Curious, he retrieved the card, read it and placed it in his pocket before leaving the room, the hotel, and the newly mind-washed pig-man behind.

It read:
Stryde,
My apologies. I will be unable to attend the party at Drantan.
-T

]['s are abound
When the deal is nigh
And the moon is high
The pirate will share
Choir of screams fill the air
Heretics will fall and die

"I can't make him understand that biting's no good"
-A. Swinburne (1909)

Reply author: Windego
Replied on: 16/11/2003 21:10:32
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Arkantis strolled down the street his black duster billowing out behind him. He loved these hive cities there was always a fight to be had, he just had to find it. Remembering why he was he looked around as he walked. He need to find someone who could get him more rounds for his bolt pistols. As he thought of what had used all those rounds in the corner of his eye he saw a flash of purple, as he looked to saw who would wear purple in a place like this it dispeared round the corner. Following he quickened his pace.


"If it dont go down 1st shot, shoot it agian"

Reply author: Stryde
Replied on: 16/11/2003 21:12:13
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Slipping her helmet on, she tested the mount swivle of the cannon. It was smooth, but slick with oil that dribbled over her fingers. The hum from the suspensors was inaudible over the roar of the bike's engine, but she could feel the anti-magnetic grav wells pulse. The mount was a bit crude and would need repair if they had to go any distance, but efficient for the time the Guardsman had to make it. After all, that's what they're trained to do, work with crap.

Speeding through the streets, hovels and ramshackle buildings criss-crossed behind them. Urchins tentatively crossed streets for fear of being run down. The pair left this wasteland and entered a fully different one. Great factories issuing billowing black smoke and fire changed the scenary, obviously the workhouses of many of the residents.

Silos took a right and again their surroundings changed, dirt kicking up from the giant tires. Again the 'ghetto'-style buildings appeared, but this area looked more like a warzone. Dilapidated buildings, abandoned vehicles on fire, richochete chunks marring the sides of buildings and potholes abounded. Jenna had never been to a Hive and thought she had already seen the worst. This was revolting!

A few miles of this and they approached a make-shift gate, made from wrecked bikes and blown tires. It appeared manueverable, but at a very slow pace. Silos halted infront of it and cut the engine, he was no novice to Hiveworld etiquette. They waited.

A man wearing googles and a leather long coat walked out from behind the barricade. Holding his hands behind him, he leisurely approached them.
"Pay the toll, and you may cross. If not, you turn back or die," very nonchalant and with great practice.
"State it, and it is paid," Silos called back.
"150 credits, no less," he said holding his hand out to the old Guardsman.

Receiving his fee, he issued a quick whistle and the barracade moved, a great engine cranking the wall aside to let them cross. They knew without a doubt that countless gangers watched with weapons aimed.

Speeding onto their target, the streets noticeably became less hostile, especially when they approached the Havishaw estate. Their meeting place the "Wolves Smile" was a few blocks outside the estate, was in a more respected part of town. Government buildings and an Adeptus Arbites building stood strong in this part of the Hive.

Before going to the bar, they stopped at a hotel to clean-up. They knew they would have to appear as well-off as they could, else her true Inquisitor status would be revealed, something she didn't like pulling out unless necessary.

=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos

[VanHelser]

Reply author: Nehemiah Raziel
Replied on: 17/11/2003 05:06:36
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Vardafalas took a deep breath of the hive air, gagged and quickly fitted his re-breather over his mouth. The re-breather may give him stale air, but it was better than the Hive air and the ever-present reek of mon-keigh.

"I'm sure you'll find everything in order, officer," he said, in perfect High Gothic to the customs Arbiter, as he handed the manifest over. Behind him stood his personal shuttle, a Vampire-class Eldar gunship, which was loaded with his newest batch of arms awaiting an eager, and very wealthy, clientele.

"Hmm...." the Arbiter read through the manifest. He stopped, noticing a small slip of paper stamped with the seal of a particularly powerful Hive gang. He looked dumb-founded.

"Am I correct?"

"Y- yes, sir," the man said.

"Very good," Vardafalas smirked under his re-breather.

"Would you like any help, uh...."

"No, thank you. Have a nice day officer." Vardafalas gave a quick dismissive wave and moved away. The cargo had already been arranged to be unloaded. All he had to do now was collect....

"My soul's prepared, how's yours?"

Reply author: Van Helser
Replied on: 17/11/2003 12:58:14
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Van Helser had waited until he was sure that the woman in purple and the man who had taken the boy were long gone before he left the sanctuary of the bar. Quirrick had taken a liking to the place and had appreciated the delay; Van Helser noticed he was walking slightly haphazardly. That was all he needed; a drunk gunslinger watching his back.

The two had set off for the arranged meeting place with the trader, Van Helser hoped that they'd get there without any trouble, but more and more he was sensing that others were here to see him too. With trepidation, he quickened his pace.

Reply author: Inquistitor Voke
Replied on: 17/11/2003 16:23:26
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Stryde had not seemed so keen on working with Voke, a shame but maybe she would change her mind later, she'd have to. She could cause so many problems. Voke had found out about Stryde's hunt for a rouge trader. Voke was sure they were looking for the same man. He had recived word from his off world agents; their task was complete and they were heading to help him, good he would need the force. Things were speeding up. Thankfully the chaos object he was hunting would be delayed in it's arrival, his agents had assured that much. He decided to hunt the xenos most likely providing the weapons to the rouge trader Stryde was hunting. He thought about going back to the bar were he had felt fear from someone but he knew it would be too late. But he had time. The person fearing him was chaos meaning they were going to be around for quite abit. Voke decided to head to the spaceport, he had heard from some Arbite officers he had... questioned that a xenos ship, proably eldar from the description, was often at the spaceport- running arms and paying brides to keep it quite. After the threat from chaos had left this world he would bring the weight of the inqusition down on the governers of this planet.

OOC: don't worry about using Voke youself. I can only be around a couple of times a day and I don't want my character to get left out.



No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity

Reply author: Dante
Replied on: 17/11/2003 18:44:03
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As Jenna walked into the foyer of the hotel, a tall man in red robes that completely shaded his face and covered his entire body stood up and slowly walked over until he was in front of them. Jenna heard the whirring of servos.

'Jenna... you couldn't expect me to let you go at this alone could you?'
'Wh-who are you?'
His breathing seemed oddly mechanical, and Jenna was sure that she could pick out a faded machine cult symbol on his robes. The figure lifted his hood and let it fall behind his head, there, staring at Jenna was a palid face half covered in bionics and with a steel ring around the neck and lower head.

'Hello Igor...'


'How do you plead after hearing the truth? Guilty or Less guilty?' - Advocate Dominicus

'Many of the answers to mysteries in this world depend greatly on our own point of view' - Obi-Wan Kenobi to Luke Skywalker

'I wonder if there are people out there who collect geishes...' - Arch Heretic Joseph MacGibbon

Reply author: Van Helser
Replied on: 17/11/2003 20:03:34
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Van Helser thrust a de-tox pill into Quirrick's mouth. The liquor he had consumed was having worse and worse effects on him. Damned hive-trash and their imperfect beverages. Van Helser hoped Quirrick would come back to his senses quickly, as they had reached the trader's compound. He didn't want Quirrick offending anyone, or worse, playing around with explosives.

'How many fingers Alexei?' Van Helser asked as he clasped Quirrick's face in one hand and held up two fingers of the other.

'... Three,' he slurred, 'no wait, two, hey stop holding up your other fingers...' Close enough, thought Van Helser as he marched Quirrick to the gatehouse.

'Who goes there?' demanded the guard.

'I am here to see Vardafalas, he has something for me,' Van Helser replied, adding his own telepathic tweak to make sure that the guard didn't refuse his entry.

'OK, in you come,' the guard replied, not sure why he'd not asked more questions. The chain-link gate slid aside and Van Helser strode into the compound, Quirrick shuffling along behind.

Reply author: Windego
Replied on: 18/11/2003 01:30:07
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An engine roared to life and the woman in purple roared passed on a bike with a side car.

"Holy sh**" shouted Arkantis as he jumped out of the way of the woman as she screamed passed.

Looking in the direction she when Arkantis set out after the bike. He really want to know what was so importent that he almost hit. Damn I hate this place thought Arkantis.

"If it dont go down 1st shot, shoot it agian"

Reply author: Nehemiah Raziel
Replied on: 18/11/2003 03:14:40
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Vardafalas paced impatiently and then stopped suddenly as he heard the scuffle of someone approaching the empty room. Empty except for one light, dangling precariously by it's cord, and one desk with one a hardwood weapons case on it. He turned towards the door, right hand resting on the butt of one of his shuriken pistols, his left casually holding the hilt of his diresword. As the door creaked open, he smiled softly.

"Ah, how good to meet you, Inquisitor," his hand left the butt of the pistol. "I trust you have the payment?" he unbuckled the top of the case, revealing several dozen cylindrical objects-each a shuriken magazine.

"I do also have weapons of superior grade available. Only but a handful, as the majority of the shipment has already been consigned to... others," he paused, appearing to consider. "But, alas, your Tech Adepts do not endorse the use of such firepower. Regardless, I can assure you they are quite powerful."

Vardafalas stood, anxiously awaiting Van Helser's opinion.

"My soul's prepared, how's yours?"

[VanHelser]

Reply author: Stryde
Replied on: 18/11/2003 09:10:26
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Clasping the priest's arm with hers, she was taken aback by how fast he had arrived to her aid.
"Thank you, Brother Igor, your help is always welcome. Come." They quickly procurred a room and changed out of their dirty garb. The Magos helped replace her great industrial battle arm with her aesthetic slim silver bionic arm. Again Jenna picked purple, her favorite color, but this time the garb was noble finery. A flowing silk tunic held her snuggly along with a matching skirt and leather boots. A silver circlet and inlays covered her in particular places. Silos changed into a red Gothic suit with gold trimmings, and a pair of spectacles for show. While they got ready, Jenna filled the great Tech-Priest Magos in on her current antics, and that she suspected much more than before.

On their way out of the hotel (they decided to walk as their vehicle would give them away), they told Magos Igor Diovich they were meeting with at least one other =I= (in not so many words) and that they would need him to research any activity that was 'out of the ordinary' for this Hive colony while they were indisposed. The priest nodded and gave a deep breathy response.

"My Lady, as always it is a pleasure to work with one of like mind. I will reveal what I can," and the large mechanically-enhanced man walked away. Well, at least I can count on him, Jenna thought, remembering the Magos' vox-link code.

They glided towards the olde tavern, the "Wolves' Smile". Silos acting like a noble guard, holding the Lady's arm in his own. Jenna acted pompous and indulgent among the nicer streets. Putting on airs, her hair tied up in an ornate little bun, she laughed at jokes untold and scoffed at rugged people passing by.

=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos

Reply author: Van Helser
Replied on: 18/11/2003 10:44:27
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Van Helser pondered the trader's offer. More firepower would be nice, but why was the xenos suddenly offering anything other than he had requested? He could understand there being other clients, but why be offered the same equipment? He was far different from any other individual on the planet... unless, those other Inquisitors were aware of Vardafalas, and were here to trade with him also, or worse, to arrest him.

'Thankyou, Vardafalas, but no.' Van Helser graciously declined, 'the shuriken rounds are all I require.' He reached into his pocket and thrust a wad of credits into the traders hand. Vardafalas counted them slowly.

Reply author: Stryde
Replied on: 18/11/2003 11:53:14
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Approaching the tavern, an old wood carved sign with a smiling almost cartoonish wolf hung above a large man in black finery and an Arbite in carapace armor. When the drew near, the large man looked at them and straightened himself, asking for their names.

Silos spoke in Gothic, "Tis the Lady Francesca Du' Garstein, heir to the House of Garfond Garstein, Baron of Mining Colony Canter III. Our arrival is expected." As he spoke his nose poked higher into the air. The man checked a slate quickly as the Arbite looked them over, he then glanced at them. Giving a deep bow and then opening the door infront of them, he said "Greetings and Welcome! Indeed your presence is appreciated my Lady," sweeping a great gloved hand to show their way. Jenna giggled to act her age. Now to look for =I= Thorn.

The tavern had an old style to it, hardwood flooring and bar, complete with the servors all wearing Gothic finery. The air was significantly clearer in here, as the air was fed through recycle filters, with a hint of perfume added. The booths looked comfortable and the lighting was dim but intimate. Pipe smoke coiled into the air from some gentlemen, the din was low with haughty laughter and politic-speak.

Some noticed their arrival, but most were too wrapped up in their own conversations. Inquisitor Thorn was nowhere to be seen.

=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos

Reply author: Dante
Replied on: 18/11/2003 16:59:03
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Igor reached a hive node in a matter of minutes, taking one bionic arm he extended it. Circular tool shot out of a finger and into the node, it started roatring, and the same look of extreme calm came over him, his eyelids flickered for a moment, then he extracted his digit, and pressed a vox link transmitter on his metal colar.

'An unregistered man called Van Helser is dealing for weapons with an eldar, I found his name using my remote pheremone scanner. Other than that...nothing that I picked up'


'How do you plead after hearing the truth? Guilty or Less guilty?' - Advocate Dominicus

'Many of the answers to mysteries in this world depend greatly on our own point of view' - Obi-Wan Kenobi to Luke Skywalker

'I wonder if there are people out there who collect geishes...' - Arch Heretic Joseph MacGibbon

Reply author: Inquistitor Voke
Replied on: 18/11/2003 18:37:35
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Voke had found the Eldar ship. It had been emptied. Clearly it's contnets were currently on trade. And the eldar was at the trade. voke attachted a homing beacon on the ship just in case. This eldar would be caught. Voke left the starport intent on following the trail left by the eldar- the trail of a mind not human; he decided that it may be wise to try and find Stryde first. He had managed to get hold of Stryde's vox frequency. He decided he should probably atleast find more about the xenos and the rouge trader working with him before approching Stryde- just to make sure he had the upper hand in discussing a plan of action. Voke faded into the darkness.



No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity

Reply author: Nehemiah Raziel
Replied on: 18/11/2003 20:37:33
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Vardafalas put the wad of Imperials on the desk.

"If you do not wish to trade for weapons from my new shipment, I would be willing to waive the fee for this merchandise. All I require is some information. Information you can gather with your resources that I cannot," he said bluntly. "It should suffice to say that this information s very important to out continued dealings, as with out it, I may be forced to go out of business."

Vardafalas paused.

"There are-as you may or may not know-other Inquisitors here, on this world. My contacts believe that there is at least one and as many as one half dozen. I wish to know whether or not their prescense here is a threat to my business.... If they are, I would like as much information on said individuals as possible. If they are not a threat, then you may consider this shuriken ammunition as a gift."

"My soul's prepared, how's yours?"

Reply author: Inquistitor Voke
Replied on: 18/11/2003 20:54:25
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Voke's knowlage of Stryde's vox freq and code was useful. It gave a name to one of the men involved with the xenos.Van Helser. Voke has easily located the building in which the eldar was currently. it was so easy to spot as not only was he there but the trail to his ship was often trod and never deviated. It looked as if one of his hunts on this planet was comming to an end but chaos was still waiting, and thanks to his companions it would be waiting for atleast a week longer then they extecpted. Voke prepared to use the full power of his psycic powers, in effect "warming up" his mind. He drew his needle pistol and carefully loaded the clip with the needles coated in a hallucinogen. He kept the needle pistol concealed but in hand. His daemon halberd wispered in antisipation, the slanneshi daemon prince trapped within trying to overcome Voke's mind once more. It quickly gave up. Voke intended to find out everything he could before he acted but he would act, even if the place was heavily guarded. That was when Stryde would become useful. She had more of her reasorces on this planet, Voke's were on the otherside of the galaxy, he had rushed to this planet and left most of his power and reasorces along way away. Wrapping himself in total dark, real and psycic, Voke slipped into the compound, with his psycic powers ready to be used on any guards who got too inquisative.



No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity

[VanHelser]

Reply author: Van Helser
Replied on: 18/11/2003 21:54:22
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Van Helser concealed a sigh. He had been right all along - there were other representatives of the Inquisition present. And now the xenos wished to engage in conversation with him. He didn't have time for this.

'Vardafalas,' he began rather deflated, 'there are other Inquisitors here. A woman in purple and another... he is old, and powerful psychically; I sensed this earlier. What their missions are I do not know, but you said there were others wishing to acquire weaponry.' The trader nodded in response. 'Perhaps these others are the Inquisitors you have knowledge of. Not all of us have such a good view on the weapons of xeno-races as I,' he continued as he slotted the shuriken rounds into a deep pocket, 'I have told you all I know, and I will leave...' Van Helser's voice trailed off and he turned around slowly, his eyes flitting from left to right, his brow crinkled in concentration as his psi-tracker fed him information. 'Do you sense it, Vardafalas?' he asked.

The trader looked up. 'Yes, there is something; it is concealed somehow...'

'Not something, someone,' Van Helser replied as he reached inside his coat and withdrew his snarling daemon blade, Crian'laar.

Reply author: Windego
Replied on: 18/11/2003 23:18:36
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Arkcantis had lost the woman in purple a while ago and had taken to walking around the hives streets. He wanted to finda bar and just sit down. Arkantis was not liking this trip very much at all.

"If it dont go down 1st shot, shoot it agian"

Reply author: Inquisitor Thorn
Replied on: 18/11/2003 23:45:21
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Arkcantis was still looking for his elusive liqour of choice when a frantic argument erupted in a passing alley. Pausing his search, he came upon two drunkards, arguing, bent over a prone form. At his approach both ran further down the alley and around a corner. "I've got his gun, I've got his gun!" echoed between the brick walls.

Inquisitor Arkcantis bent down to check the man's pulse but found that he was already dead. Rolling the body until its back, he jerked backwards in shock, tripping on it's sprawled arm. The wounds themselves were more than fatal; two bolt pistol rounds had destroyed the entire face and a large chunk of his midsection, but this is not what had suprised him. Hanging from the bloody remains of the corpse's neck hung a winged red stylized "I", a popular badge of the Inquisition itself.

A small white piece of card edged from the jacket pocket. He read it but did not understand. Arkcantis suddenly felt that he had just became part of something much bigger than just himself.

"I can't make him understand that biting's no good"
-A. Swinburne (1909)

Reply author: Nehemiah Raziel
Replied on: 19/11/2003 06:00:01
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Vardafalas looked up slowly, a klaxon sounded off a few moments later. He looked down and back at Van Helser.

"It's too late now. I have a small number of hunter servitors, and that alarm will have activated them. Once activated, they will target and destroy anything, to the best of their limited ability. Including us." As he spoke the door behind him flung open and a woman appearing to be a Sister of Battle stepped in, combi-plasmagun at the ready, an ornate chainsword thrust through her belt, and a Tau pulse carbine slung over her shoulder. She immediately flung the table on it's side to create a make-shift barricade, sighting her bolter on the door before off-handedly tossing the carbine to Vardafalas. Vardafalas remained indifferent as he caught it by the sling.

"We do not know how many or by whom we are besieged. Therefore a defensive option has a high probability of failure. Escape is our best option, in my opinion. You can stay here if you like or come with me, I do not care. I believe our resources are best utilized by pooling them together, Inquisitor. But that's your call." Without waiting for an answer Vardafalas hefted the carbine and made for the open door, the Battle Sister following, eyes and combi-weapon locked on the other door, as if daring it to move. Vardafalas made his way through the maze-like back corridors of the compound, avoiding the roving gun-skulls. Finally he made it outside and an armored hover limo whined to a halt, rear door opening automatically. The Battle Sister boarded and crouched, bolter pointing out the door as Vardafalas turned, carbine cradled, to see if Van Helser and his gunslinger (OOC-I assume he's a gunslinger/fighter.) were following....

"My soul's prepared, how's yours?"

Reply author: Van Helser
Replied on: 19/11/2003 16:09:46
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The xenos was right; escape was the best, and in Van Helser's eyes, only option. The klaxon seemed to have brought Quirrick to something almost resembling his senses, and the gunslinger was readying his laspistol.

'What the hell is going on?' Quirrick shouted over the wailing siren.

'Trouble is brewing, Mr Quirrick,' Van Helser replied at the top of his voice, 'and we are leaving this place, now,' he commanded before he set off after Vardafalas. Quirrick holstered his laspistol and covered his ears with his hands and followed the Inquisitor.

Outside they found the trader and his bodyguard in some kind of hover vehicle. The armoured woman offered Van Helser a hand and hauled him onboard. 'Where are we going Vardafalas?' he asked over the rising shriek of the engines as Quirrick was helped on board.

Reply author: Inquistitor Voke
Replied on: 19/11/2003 18:02:50
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Damn! The enemy had discovered him! Voke had been heading towards were the xenos was. There were other's with him, one a trained psycic. The defences had been quite easy to slip through. It appeared that the xenos relied on stealth. The trained psycer wasn't the only thing that had detected him, a high power psy-tracker. This person was well equiped, Voke suspected an Inquisitor. Thankfully his pray couldn't detect were he was, they were heading towards him. Towards a hover craft. Voke started to head towards his prey. Suddenly he detected something else; a hunter servitor. It was closing on him. This could delay him badly. If he engaged that would attract the inevatble others but if he avoided it he wouldn't be able to intercept the xenos. The servitor came round the corner and spotted Voke. It charged at him. Voke had to retain his cloak or scare off his prey and although his psycic powers were good they were not that good. Choking the servitor or detaching it's power source were out of the question. Voke fired a needle pistol shot at the thing's head causing only a glancing wound but, to Voke's surprise, it had an effect. The servitors primative mind obviously believed it was dead as it dropped to the floor. Voke ran towards it, unsheathed his Daemon halberd and sliced off the things head. The other servitors were closing and his prey were close to their escape. He sprinted off after them. The xenos and ,off all things, a sister of battle were already in a craft with two men following. The shock of seeing a sister of battle with the xenos almost stopped him from acting quick enough. The psycic was there. The time for hiding was over. Voke cast of his shadow and quickly detected the psycer's surprise. Now able to use his full probing without worring if he might be detected quickly revealed that the psycer was an Inquisitor. Using his powers to turn his voice into a loud, booming, fear inspiring projection Voke called out,
"HALT! Xenos! Your escape is impossible! Face me and let me smight you in the name of our glorious Emperor and the glory that is humanity. The Inquisition shall purge you and your race to make way for humanities conquest of the universe. Fallen brother! You shall be put on trial for working with a Xenos! In the holy flames of the Inquisition you shall be purged before our great Emperor!"
Voke hadn't ment for it to come to a confrentation but as it had he'd better try his best.
"There is no escape come and face your doom!"
And with that Voke sprinted towards the hovering craft. Firing a neelde at the sister of battle and the Xenos. The sister of battle wasn't wounded but the xenos recived a cut along his shoulder and Voke hoped the potent hallucinagens would work on the eldar. Voke reached out and tried to form a vice grip around the psycer's neck to choke him; it was easily nullified but the psycer had gone red around the face. Voke prepared for a psycer battle but could tell that his prey still wanted to run. This psycer was probably as powerful as Voke if not more but Voke was infinatly more refined and had suprise. The sister of battle lossed of a volly of shots at Voke which is Daemon deflected back before Voke could think. His prey was going to flee and Voke had little chance of stopping it but he ws certain he was going to cause them as much pain as he could!



No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity

Reply author: Van Helser
Replied on: 19/11/2003 21:48:48
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This was exactly what Van Helser didn't need; another Inquisitor. Especially a 'puritan' like this one seemed to be claiming. Vardafalas had taken a tale-tell hit from a needle weapon, and was struggling to fight off the effects of whatever poison was affecting him. The Inquisitor was trying to choke him psychically, but Van Helser nullified the power.

'Do not delay me, brother, you cannot know the jeopardy you put us all in with your attack,' Van Helser shouted, 'there are things in motion that cannot be disturbed, I must not let them run out of control.' Van Helser tried hard to sound forceful and threatening, but mere words were not going to put off this man. Van Helser reached out psychically, spotting a weak point in his opponents defences and tricked him into seeing something in the shadows. Van Helser jumped on to the controls and the hover vehicle sped off.

'This is not over, fallen one...' Inquisitor Voke shouted after them.

[VanHelser]

Reply author: Nehemiah Raziel
Replied on: 20/11/2003 04:10:57
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The Battle-Sister fired a burst of bolter rounds at the retreating form of Inquisitor Voke as the hover limo started to move forward. Finally she closed the door and removed her hemlet. SHe looked at Vardafalas, who was slobbering and tried to tackle her, screaming something in a language foreign to her. She was able to easily pin him him and noted that his eyes were glazed over.

Sara Falchion, last battle sister of the Order of the Emperor's Might, pinned Vardafalas to the floor of the limo with her knee as he writhed and screamed and clawed at his hallucinations. "Activate the pilot-cognator," she managed cooly on her external vox, all while keeping the Eldar pinned, administer to his wound, and inject him with de-tox. "It will take us to our safe house. It's in an upper-class neighborhood, which on this planet means that the neighbors are upper hive gangers who don't exactly like outsiders. Least of all the Inquisition. But it's also very devout, they wouldn't dare harm a member of the Ecclesiarchy."

The safe house was, in all reality, a pent house suite in one of the few buildings in the hive that hadn't been discolored by pollution, yet. As expected, the Inquisitor got more than a few dirty looks from the tenants, who were all wealthy, affluent, and looked like they had seen as much action as a Space Marine (it's interesting what gang warfare will do to a man). The pent house itself occupied the top floor, garaunteeing peace and quiet, and a sure way to know if someone decided to land on the roof. As soon as they made their way inside, las-traps activated along all of the entrances, windows, and ventilation ducts. The pent house itself was richly furbished, with artifacts from Eldar (and Dark Eldar), Tau, Necrontyr and numerous other xeno-types (including a termagaunt that had been preserved under glass like an ant in an insect collection) as well as a handful of Imperial artifacts. One corner, however, resembled a mix of a Ministorum cell and shrine, being spartan with one bed and a rosarius hanging from one bare wall with an alter underneath it, drapped in a burnt and torn cloth. The other walls of the cell had been hand-painted, depicting scenes from the history of the Order of the Emperor's Might from founding to "betrayal"-an Inquisitoral figure emotionlessly ordering the destruction of their world-to destruction to "redemption"-a scene of a winged and haloed Eldar. Vardafalas had since passed out, his body ragged, bruised, and bleeding from his hallucination-induced thrashing, but otherwise intact, and Falchion laid him down with great care on a bed near the cell. After strapping him to the bed, lest he awake and begin thrashing anew.

She turned towards the Inquisitor, something similar to hate and interest in her eyes.

"You can help yourself to food, beverage, and bed," with that she turned and walked into her cell, reverently laying her arms down on the bed and kneeling before the alter, head bent in prayer.

"My soul's prepared, how's yours?"

Reply author: Van Helser
Replied on: 20/11/2003 16:39:48
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'Nice one,' Quirrick said as he set off for the pantry, his mind filled with images of fine food and wines.

'No Quirrick,' Van Helser instructed, 'we must get out of here. The net is closing.' Quirrick looked disappointed, but shrugged his shoulders and followed Van Helser to the door.

'Thank Vardafalas for me when he comes round,' Van Helser said to the Battle-sister. So deep in prayer she was that she never even heard him.

Reply author: Inquistitor Voke
Replied on: 20/11/2003 21:11:45
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Voke cursed at himself. That had not gone as it should! At the very least he should have been able to hold them up before they got away but he was beaten by a weaker, younger psycer! He had become over confident and had not created his normal pyscer defences as he should have! Thanfully the enemy was in such a rush and his automatic defences prevented something alittle more painful! Voke decided he would have to punish himself later for his oversight! It would probably be a good time to get in contact with Lazaras and Eswt and see how much longer before they would make it to this planet; after that he would contact Stryde and inform her what happened, naturally leaving out how the psycer beat him, that wasn't vital information and he had to retain supirority over her. Atleast he had seen the eldar sucomb to the hallucinagen; and perhaps that sister of battle would come to her senses and kill that xenos!



No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity

Reply author: Dante
Replied on: 20/11/2003 22:21:32
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'Inquisitor Voke' came a deep, vox-enhanced boice fro mbehind him. He spun around, and saw...a magos.

'I found the location on the hive map and hurried here as soon as i could. It appears I was too late to stop them escaping, but do not worry, inquisitor. I have tagged their vehicle remotely from the hive terminal, activating its radar beacon. It is undetectable to all but the right machinery, and they probably will not notice it. It is fallible, but the best I could do at such short notice...'


'How do you plead after hearing the truth? Guilty or Less guilty?' - Advocate Dominicus

'Many of the answers to mysteries in this world depend greatly on our own point of view' - Obi-Wan Kenobi to Luke Skywalker

'I wonder if there are people out there who collect geishes...' - Arch Heretic Joseph MacGibbon

Reply author: Windego
Replied on: 20/11/2003 23:06:51
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Putting the white card in his pocket Arkantis headed off down the ally after the two drunkards. He waz going to find out what had happened to the Inquisitor lying on the ground and they were going to help him.
Rounding the corner he saw the two bickering about the gun they had stolen off the dead Inquisitor. Silently drawing his bolt pistols he moved closer. In their birckering one of the drunks turned just enough to see Arkantis, panicking he ran. The other turning tryed to get a shoot off at Arkantis. Before the drunk could aim Arkantis ducked under his arm arm and smacked him across the face with is bolt pistol. He was rewarded with a satisfying crunch as the pistol conected braking the drunks jaw. Looking for the other Arkantis was unable to see him. Signing he drag the unconscious drunk some were were he could privitly get the info he wanted.


"If it dont go down 1st shot, shoot it agian"

[VanHelser]

Reply author: Inquisitor Thorn
Replied on: 20/11/2003 23:50:50
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Arkantis drug the man back to the body of the dead inquisitor and woke him up with a light slap to the face.

Though not born with psychics, like many inquisitors, Arkantis was able to accurately judge the man by his racing heart, beading forehead, and nervous looks to the sides. He would know if the man lied.

"Who is this man?", he asked, indicating the prone bloody form. A muttered response then a slightly harder slap followed. "Who is this man?", he repeated.

"I don't know, man. Me and Charlie, see, we were just looking for a place to..". "Did you kill him?" Arkantis interrupted. The drunk, now sober from fear, replied, "No no no.. we heard shots, two of them, and ran to see. When we walked up another man was bent over the body, but I didn't see what he was doing. I just figured, you know, he was going through the pockets for some credits.

Arkantis thought for a second and looked at the gun he had confiscated from the drunks, a red bolt pistol. The smell of firing unguents still hung in the air from it. "The gun. Did it belong to the shooter or the victim?", he asked the stuttering man. "The.. the gun? Charlie found it, I told him not to, Charlie doesn't listen to me. But no, we found it buckled into the holster there". "The guy that ran, though", he continued, "he had a laspistol. We saw it hanging out of his jacket when he ran away"

Inquisitor Arkantis looked at the body. It did indeed have a hip holster for a bolt pistol. Something was definitely wrong here, the wounds were obviously caused from a bolt weapon, not a las weapon. Even if the attacker had taken his gun and shot the now-dead inquisitor, why would he leave the gun? Bolt weapons aren't exactly common or cheap. No, it just didn't make any sense. He took out the note and read it again.

"Stryde,
Continue.
-T"

Arkantis was awoken from his thoughts by the sound of an arbite cruiser's sirens approaching and the drunkard escaping the alley from the opposite direction.

"I can't make him understand that biting's no good"
-A. Swinburne (1909)

Reply author: Nehemiah Raziel
Replied on: 21/11/2003 00:22:45
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Vardafalas wandered around the pent house pretty aimlessly, craddling his sprained left arm, Sara Falchion following behind.

"We have to get out of here," he murmered. "You should... pack your things... we'll have to buy a new vehicle and arrange for the hover limo to vanish. Same with the Vampire, if what they say is true. And I don't have any reason to doubt them."

"The limousine has already been... 'stolen' and subsequently destroyed. While you were out I also placed a request for a replacement, through the usual channels," Sara then smiled and said, "I have also arranged for the piece of the Vampire containing the tracker to be placed in the lower-hives... a very hazardous place in particular," she smiled, not at the genius nor regularity of her plan, but rather the thought of that Inquisitor having to come face-to-face with what had killed so many of her sisters, so long ago. Tyranids. Gene-stealers and gene-stealer cults. She relished the thought of vengeance.

"Do you think we...?"

"No."

Vardafalas nodded. "It's not complete, anyway. In the mean time I'll try to find out what I can about the Inquisitor who broke into the compound." Then, we take the initiative back and destroy the mon-keigh fool before he can get to us again or flee....

"My soul's prepared, how's yours?"

Reply author: Stryde
Replied on: 21/11/2003 08:18:32
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Keeping up the facade, Jenna and Silos joked over the finest wine. Earlier she had a vox report from the Magos about the identity of an Inquisitor trading with Xenos. She relayed to him quietly to keep the info coming, then learning that the man she ran into earlier was =I= Voke. After asking him to keep an eye on Voke, she told the tech-priest to relay what the motivations of the Inquisitors were.

After waiting for quite some time, a gentleman approached their table. "May I buy you a drink?" Sharply dressed, slicked black hair, the man sat down across from the two. "We have drinks sir," before Silos finished his sentence, the man waved his hand shaking his head. "No no, not that kind. Here." He pushed a wine glass similar to theirs towards Jenna. She spotted parchment peaking from his fingers and took the glass and paper from the man. "Thank you for gracing this tavern with your beauty, My Lady," he bent and kissed her hand. Wispering, "The word is Faction when asked," the man rose and walked out the door.

Watching as the hansome man left, she opened the note:
x abound
s recieved
n Karakas Ray
a Voke
e Van Helser
DO NOT LINGER

Her agent came through! The note meant that the human dealing with the Xenos was one Karakas Ray, and that she could side with Voke, but that Van Helser was not to be trusted in this case. Also, that the meeting was moot. That old bag Voke complained about her impatience, it seems her patience had paid off. I guess he doesn't work well with others, he should have been here eons ago. Staying a few more moments just to finish their bottle and for show, the couple left.



=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos

Reply author: Stryde
Replied on: 21/11/2003 10:25:48
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They retreated to the hotel room as quickly as possible. Changing into their wargear, Jenna called on her vox-link to her ship in dock-orbit.

"Code alpha-blood secure," knowing her link change would shake any would-be eavesdropers. "...*crackle*...pha-blood acknowledged," the old savant's voice spoke. She waited a moment for him to switch his frequencies, then spoke quickly. "Karakas Ray, give me the location of the cargo trade. Barock, give me employer name. Former has arrived recently, later has lived here for some time. Also, give me specifics on Mr. Voke and Mr. Van Helser if possible, use my magenta signet in my quarters. Use the agent. Alpha over." Her savant knew that 'Mr.' meant Inquisitor.
"...*crackle*...cknowledged, if nothing further, blood out."

With the help of Silos, she replaced her luxurious metal left arm with her giant industrial power claw. It was a work of art gifted by her Tech-priest comrades. The chasis of her bionic shoulderblade, spinal column, and metal ribcage all installed after a near-fatal blasting from a multi-melta was also a gift from the Emperor-blessed priests. It had a direct feed link to her brain that allowed her to control the claw or arm as easily and deftly as any other part of her. She relished powering up the claw, the machine spirit within always sent a rush of energy throughout her body.

Gingerly placing the black sash over her mighty claw, they departed the room leaving nothing behind. It was time to confront this 'Karakas Ray', it wouldn't be long before she found out exactly where the large Xenos shipment was headed. She stradled the rental bike as Silos fiddled with the cannon, powering up the suspensors. May the Emperor's light shine the Way!

=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos

Reply author: Inquistitor Voke
Replied on: 21/11/2003 17:07:11
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Voke knew that his beacon on the xenos ship had failed. I had been broadcasting from a area of the city which was appenently overrun with genestealer cults! How had this world not come to the notice of the Inquisition before? This world would most likely need to be purged! The human working with the xenos had a name; Karakas Ray! Was it possible that this was the man who the choas prize was heading for? It mattered not, he needed to be brought to justice! Voke contacted Stryde, asking for him to join her for the assault against the xenos when the transfer was happening; Voke knew should would find out. She was a good inquisitor. He had told her what had happened at the compound. It wouldn't be long. Voke had recieved word that Lazaras and Eswt would arrive on this planet soon. Good! Voke set off towards the space port to meet his old friend.



No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity

[VanHelser]

Reply author: Inquistitor Voke
Replied on: 21/11/2003 17:27:44
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Voke arrived at the spaceport just as the ship landed. Unfortunatly is wasn't his normal ship which was a formidably fighter, 200 years of upgrades had made that craft deadly but unfortunatly speed was vital and he didn't have time to have it sent from his base.

Out of the craft stepped two people. Ela Lazaras and Ewst. His two most trusted servants. Almost as soon as they were off the ship it took off leaving the three of them on an empty platform. Lazraras in her carapce armour with two bolt pistols at her sides and a pump action shotgun on her back. Her armour was covered in ammo clips and shells with quite afew frag grenades mixed in. Lazaras had been in his his service from nearly as soon as he had become a full inquisitor. Thanks to tedchnolagy which came with being an inquisitor and pure luck she still looked like a 30 year old. Just like when they had met but she must have been pushing 230 years. the only signs were the skin around her eyes and the depth of those ice blue eyes. Voke had always found her attractive but they worked together and Voke was and inquisitor so there was nothing he could do. But there were times. The enchantment of her blue eyes and the way her brown hair fell over her shoulders. A smooth face and a smile which always warmed his heart. They had been through so much together and were closer than Voke thought he could be while an inquisitor. Lazaras ran towards him and they embraced each other tightly.
"Did you like my present I left you with?", Ela enquired.
"It's done me good, but more about that later" Ela spotted the daemon halberd strapped across his back.
"You've still got that? It's bad for your health!"
"You sujested it when that choas magos had a daemon sword. You fired you bolt pistols at him and before you knew it you had you two kraken penetrator rounds comming right back at you!"
"I remember! And I said you should get one to protect youself like him!"
"No you didn't! You said I should trap such a daemon so I could save your face from being blown up by your own rounds!"
Years of ridgeness fell from Voke. His normal lack of emotions gone! There were few who ever saw him like this and Ela was one.
"Come my friend, I've got alot to explain. And then we're going hunting! Right after we join up with someone hopefully"

Voke stepped into the hover craft, followed by Lazaras. Eswt followed them in silently. Her enchanting body body gracefully slide into the craft. Her face, her hair, her figure was enough to drive most men wild. But where she came from that was normal. And in all cases hid their deadly potential.




No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity

Reply author: Windego
Replied on: 21/11/2003 23:42:27
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<OOC> Inquisitor Thorn thanks for you help. Pleaz help if you want i dont mind at all.

<IC> Decideding that the drunk waz no more use he let him escape. Something very odd was happening here and Arkantis waz going to find out what. Turning round Arkantis walked off, he was sure he could some who could give him more info on the dead Inquisitor.

"If it dont go down 1st shot, shoot it agian"

Reply author: Inquisitor Thorn
Replied on: 22/11/2003 01:29:15
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Rizzo waited uncomfortably, fingering the unfamiliar laspistol at his side. Neither his boss, Karakas Ray, nor the xenos had arrived yet. The bastard was keeping everything so secret, even to his hired help. He nodded as two other guards jogged by. After they passed he unconciously felt his face, it was so odd. Still, it was all just a matter of time before the deal got underway and everyone got exactly what they deserved. He only hoped that his notes had reached the woman in purple.

"I can't make him understand that biting's no good"
-A. Swinburne (1909)

Reply author: Nehemiah Raziel
Replied on: 22/11/2003 04:15:18
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Vardafalas rubbed the hilt of his diresword nervously as he stared out the window of the "new" ground car they had secured.

"I've got a bad feeling about this," he said, monotonously.

"Since the Inquisitor showed up?" Sara Falchion asked.

"Inquisitors. Yes. Hmm...." Vardafalas sat, deep in thought. "Turn the car around." With out a word, the driver, a weathered, old Imperial guardsman turned the car around and headed back towards the pent house. Vardafalas pulled out a pocket vox, punched in a few runes and then waited. After a few minutes on it, he signed off.

"Who was that?" Sara asked.

"The local Adeptus Arbites. I've just earned a favor, provided that the gangers are still there by the time their response teams move into the area," he said.

"Don't you think it's foolish-?"

"To betray them? No. Inquisitor Voke, Van Helser, and Eldrad (OOC: when Var left Ulthwe, Eldrad was still alive and Var has no idea that his Craftworld is in a life-or-death struggle with the forcs of CHaos... or rather that it just ended) knows however many other Inquisitors there are here probably know about it. Van Helser I can trust. Voke is an enemy. The rest are unknowns, probably hostile."

Sara smiled at the thought of the Inquisitors, all of them, being locked up in an Arbites courthouse, being tortured for information....

Vardafalas picked up the vox again and entered a separate rune-code.

"Now what?" Sara asked.

Vardafalas smirked as he waited for the connection to go through, "I'm ordering strikes against the compound Voke is using."

Approximately two hours later, two heavy groundcars left a garage--one filled with explosives and the other contained four fanatical gangers armed with a lasgun, autogun, and a grenade launcher--and snaked there way towards Voke's compound....

"My soul's prepared, how's yours?"

Reply author: Inquistitor Voke
Replied on: 22/11/2003 13:13:03
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Stryde had contacted him and told him that she belived she knew where Krakas Ray was supposted to be meeting the xenos. Voke was on his way there in a car containing him, Ela and Eswt were with him. Eswt had never told him if the people of her planet had names other than those of the tribe. He susspected that they must but she had never told him. Eswt was silent as always and had barely spoken since she arrived. Voke tried to get her to be more like Ela so that he could have another friend in his life other than another servant who he knew would do what he told them to do. Recently Eswt had started to open up, if just abit. He had told them everything which had happened. Voke's vox sounded off. His "compound" had been hit by a car carring explosives. Good. Hopefully they would find something about the cars which might lead to his prey. That was the only reason he had rented the place out. He and his friends carried arround everything they would normally need for months. Ammo and grenades. Medi-kits and currency. Voke as always had his rosesset with him. The compound had nothing of value in it and within minutes teams would be sweeping the area looking for clues. His prey had fallen into the trap. He would be at Strydes meeting place in a minute and everything was comming together. This xenos buisness would be over soon and then Stryde could help him with his main task, the destruction of the choas aterfact heading for this planet.



No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity

Reply author: Van Helser
Replied on: 22/11/2003 20:12:54
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Van Helser climbed the last few rungs of the ladder onto the shuttle platform, Quirrick close behind. They were still in the hive city level, and this shuttle was only to take them out hive and ascend the four miles to the spaceport on the spire. A man in a dingy, oil stained, blue boiler suit approached them.

'Sorry sirs, no shuttles leaving today, important one coming in, you see,' the man said.

Van Helser turned to Quirrick and winked. 'Is that a fact, my good man,' Van Helser said slyly, 'are you sure that I cannot convince you otherwise?' Van Helser reached inside the mans mind, expecting a weak will that could be telepathically controlled easily. What he found horrified him; it was a twisted, insane, nightmare in there - horrific thoughts of violence clashed with ecstatic pleasures in a rolling sea of emotion.

'Like I said, sirs, there are no out going shuttles again today,' the man said again. Van Helser stepped back from the man.

'Come, Quirrick, the good man has no transport for us today, we'll find an alternative,' Van Helser said as he turned for the ladder. Dumbfounded, Quirrick shot off after him.

'What was that all about?' Quirrick asked as they reached the bottom of the ladder, 'why didn't you just convince him otherwise? Or slap your seal down in his hand?'

'That was no normal human mind, Quirrick. No, something is wrong, something is happening,' Van Helser said worringly, 'whatever is coming in on that shuttle is bad news. That man's mind... it was almost as if he was possessed...' Van Helser's expression turned to one of horror.

'What is it?' Quirrick asked impatiently.

'We won't be leaving after all,' Van Helser replied as he turned his gaze up to the blast doors far above in the ceiling, 'Chaos is coming to this hive.'

[VanHelser]

Reply author: Stryde
Replied on: 22/11/2003 21:56:49
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OOC: ACH! So much has changed in a day! I wasn't planning on revealing that name until I found him Voke! Ah well, that's what happens when you don't plan. Anyway, please don't have her reveal any more info to you unless we meet, she doesn't like doing that with people she doesn't know.

IC: Now to find Barock. Remembering the name given to her in the bar and the address of his safehouse, the couple sped off into the industrial wasteland. He will know where the meeting will take place. Now that Voke is on the tail of Karakis, I can pose as the buyer! He should be careful though, that man has a large entourage and many Xenos weapons.

Speeding back out of the small aristocratic area, the smog-billowing towers of industry surrounded them. Driving on, a speed bike flew by them. "What?" Silos yelled. Jenna peeked behind to see four bikes speeding after them. The biker infront of them spun 90 degrees and pointed a stubber at their bike. She veered hard left as Silos brought the cannon to bear. Richochetes zinged off the sidecar as Silos opened fire. Their bike took a jolt as the cannon spewed red lights from its spinning six barrels. Just as Jenna's bike was about to pass the one infront of them, the driver blew up in a cloud of red mist and his bike exploded!

One rider drove up alongside Jenna so as not to be blasted to ribbons. She reared her lefthand out and grabbed the ruffian's right arm, quickly crunching it in her giant claw. The man screamed and crashed into a carriage heap as she let him go. Another biker wrapped a power flail around their rear tire, stopping it and slowing them to a halt.

Silos jumped out as the bike slowed. Running for cover, he drew his shot-selector stubber out. Jenna dove off as the biker ran his directly into it, spiked tires ruining their bike. Two shots rang from his gun and the biker's head exploded. The last biker turned and fled.

Silos attempted to secure the area as Jenna examined a body. "Red eagle, one-headed. Well these aren't Imperial boys, probably a local gang. I suspect they're related to Barock though." Silos placed a melta charge on their ruined bike, a pity they couldn't carry the cannon. Confiscating two of the ganger's bikes, they sped off towards Barock's safehouse, a great blast trailing them as the charge detonated. If we beat the one who got away, he won't know we're coming!

=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos

Reply author: Nehemiah Raziel
Replied on: 23/11/2003 07:01:52
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Vardafalas frowned as he put down the vox.

"We didn't hit anything. Our prey moves but one step ahead of us. The Arbiters have set up a sting and are patiently awaiting the buyer," Vardafalas toyed with his way stone, nervously, feeling the call of Ulthwe tugging at the edge of his consciousness. The Emperor's Light had contacted them some time earlier and informed them that they had deployed their salvaged Thunderhawk-their only other shuttle-to come pick him, Sara Falchion, and the guardsman up. From there it would be about a week back to the Light and another two monthes to Ulthwe. And every moment Vardafalas lingered here, he felt, also, the nearing of a prescense. Of an ever-hungering maw....

"My soul's prepared, how's yours?"

Reply author: Stryde
Replied on: 23/11/2003 08:26:37
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Almost passing the hovel, Silos signalled to Inquisitor Stryde to halt. They parked the bikes a block past the house. This was a particularly war-pocked part of the Hive city. Not a soul in sight (in SIGHT, that is). The low buildings with shadowy boarded windows were quiet as death. Silos checked his handgun and reloaded the particularly nasty rounds he expended (Manstoppers were nothing to trifle with, if placed correctly). Jenna loosened her short sword in its sheath, she preferred in-your-face action then hiding behind a gun.

Approaching the front door, she noticed a similar marking to what the thugs had been wearing. So this is it, "Watch my back, here goes nothing," the machine spirit agreed with her as she charged her claw up. Blue electricity archs flashed along her left arm as energy flowed thorugh her body. A mighty swing from her arm smashed the claw into the wood door, exploding it inward with a crash! Spinning into the blow, she moved inside finding two gangers playing dice within. Ripping her sword from its sheath, she gutted the first as he rose. The other, perplexed look on his face, froze with fear.

Slamming him into the side wall with her claw, she spat "Where is Barock!" He glanced toward the back door of the room, she crunched hard her giant fist. Bones splintered as the man's breath was driven from his body. Silos quickly entered as she dropped him to the floor.

She ran to the door, pulling it open to see Barock getting up and running for the back exit. Using her mind she closed her eyes briefly. Frost breath issued from her mouth as the room's temperature dropped dramatically. The back exit door burst into flames just as the well-dressed trader reached the handle. He halted his run and turned to fire a needle pistol at her, peppering the wall beside here. Closing the distance she slapped his wrist with her sword, flinging the gun aside as Silos ran in covering the man with his large stubber. A green sight-light painted Barock's face from Silo's gun. He threw his hands up defeated, "P-Please, what do you want?" A smile crossed Jenna's mouth that didn't touch her angry eyes.

Hoisting the man up easily in her power claw, she dropped him in a chair back in the room. Silos, never taking aim off the trader, leaned against the wall away from the burning doorway. He was prepared for the questioning, knowing the room would get MUCH colder soon. Closing her eyes, she reached with her mind. Finding his consciousness in the room, Jenna grabbed hold of Barock's mind and squeezed painfully. The trader screamed in agony, grabbing his ears. She lingered there for a full minute, relishing the exquisite throbbing she issued.

Letting him go, the stink of urine filled the small room. Placing her good hand on the table facing Barock, she stared at his tear-filled eyes, "I am Inquisitor Jenna Stryde. I'm sure you remember the callous way you treated me earlier." The man looked desperate and lost now, knowing his fate was sealed. "I, I am truly sorry Inquisitor," bowing his head, "I am at your service..." he managed between sobs. "Tell me where the meet will be and when. Tell me where Karakas Ray is docking, and tell me who he is supplying. You have thirty seconds."

Blubbering, he controlled his wits and spilled what he knew. The meet was today, Karakas was to receive a great shipment from Eldar, who inturn would be distributing to a local hive gang. This gang had the Red Eagle as their symbol, used to mock the Imperial Eagle because they were infact a cult working with a certain wealthy House. House Havishaw. This does not bode well, she thought and asked one more question.

"Who is influencing Karakas Ray?" she questioned. The trader's sunken face changed to one of hideous delight, "The Ever Vengeful Multhaa!" A chittering laugh issued inhumanly from the man, as the room's temperature dropped further. His head popped. Blood, skull and brain splatted Jenna, she turned to see smoke coiling form Silo's gun barrel. Wiping the gristle from her face, "Thanks, I didn't sense the psychic imprint until too late, that could have been very bad." Giving a smirk, "I'm getting too old for this Jenna," Silos blew the smoke from his stubber.

=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos

Reply author: Inquistitor Voke
Replied on: 23/11/2003 11:55:45
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Voke hated this. Nothing had been found at the debris from the compound and there was very little he could do but wait. He couldn't kind any information on this rouge trader or the xenos until Stryde felt inclined to tell him or ask for his presence. Voke felt as if he had been cut out on something he had started, something right under his nose. He had had Ela and Eswt try to kind any clues about the inquisitor he had found with the xenos but even they couldn't find anything. He would have to settle with trying to find out about his choas prey but he had to leave that to his servants. He was never very good and information collecting in this style; and he was even worse at waiting!



No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity

Reply author: Stryde
Replied on: 23/11/2003 12:15:57
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Driving into a nearby alleyway, the couple stopped. Inquisitor Stryde fingered her vox-link hesitantly. "Well, we need all the help we can get."

Dropping the code in she knew Inquisitor Voke was on...
"Brother Voke, this is Sister Stryde. We need to meet. It was unfortunate that you didn't arrive at my scheduled meeting." She waited.

"Ah, Sister, I've been waiting. I have my retinue available. Have you found more information? We need to discuss much, young one. Might I suggest a place just south of the shuttle docks?"

Squinting her eyes, I can't believe I let so much out already, "Yes that's fine, I will arrive within 20 minutes local. Please wait if possible. Stryde out."

Silos chimed, "Well your informant did say he could be trusted. With your crew onboard the Dracos II, there is little help left as is."

"...*crackle*...alpha-blood secure," an aged voice squaked over her link. "Alpha-blood acknowledged," Jenna switched to her personal encrypted frequency.
"...*crackle*...Voke, Ordo Xenos, very strong psycker, uses power against power, be careful, all knowledge for now, Alpha over."
"Acknowledged, if nothing further, Blood out." Well that explained how he sensed the boy earlier, seems the enemy has a psycker as well.

At least he is of my Ordo, she grinned. She also realized that 'power against power' meant he uses chaos weapons. Ichy. "Time to meet this Inquisitor face to face, Silos." The couple sped through the alley system back out to the street.


=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos

[VanHelser]

Reply author: Stryde
Replied on: 23/11/2003 14:08:12
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OOC: Curious, Voke; what do your Xenos comrades look like? Please respond in OOC forum! Thanks!

=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos

Reply author: Inquistitor Voke
Replied on: 23/11/2003 17:23:19
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At last it looked as if Voke was going to be able to have an influence in the capture of the xenos and his rouge friend. Voke waited just outside. Ela to his left and Eswt on his right. Ela had her pistols and her shotgun loose in their holsters. She had ammo crammed where-ever she could get it. In a couple of her pocktes she had a couple of frag and smoke grenades. Ela noticed Voke looking at him and winked. Voke looked over at Eswt. She looked perfectly relaxed, both hands at the small of her back. But Voke could see through that. She was poised to strike out. One hand ready to grip the hilt of her power sword and strike out in a blink of an eye. The other hand was ready to either pull out her las pistol or her sword. Both of his friends were on edge even through he had said nothing bad of Stryde. They were always aware and even more so when they were meeting someone.It didn't help that they hadn't met Stryde. But they had reason. Last year one of their oppratives had meet them but had been captured before hand and before he could warn them 10 assailants lept out of the shadows. Voke had lost one of his best men in the fight to get out. All of them had suffered bad injuries from that. Even Voke himself was slightly on edge. His mind sharp and searching around him. Hidding himself as normal in shadows created by his mind. His needle pistol was fully loaded with hallucinagen coated needles, and his daemon halberd was loose in the holster. The Slannesh daemon trapped within wispered as always, waiting to be used. Voke spotted Stryde's verchial approching. Both Ela and Eswt tensed and his daemon halberd started purring. The daemon prince trapped within wanting to be used, to render flesh with a single delicate stroke. Similar to Voke's style; why he had trapped a Slannesh daemon specifically. Stryde stepped out into the street.
"Stryde, my compainions Ela and Eswt." Voke pointed to his two friends. Ela gave a short nod. Eswt folded her none sword hand upon her chest and bowed.
"Glad I, along with my master could be of some help" the way she bowed, her delicated voice. It was impossible to tell she was so deadly. She was setting herself up to be able to attck Stryde without her suspecting anything. "Come now Eswt, none of that. She can be trusted, and is useful. But before you get jealous she wont take your spot in my warband." I willed into her head. I read her replie. "Sorry sir. And why the hell would I be jelous? And one last thing sir; a would prefer if you stayed out of my head!!! "
That suprised me. It seemed she was finally starting to losen up and become more human; good.
"Now Stryde what is the reason for the honor of this meeting?"



No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity

Reply author: Inquistitor Voke
Replied on: 23/11/2003 21:19:57
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Voke turned to Stryde.
"Before you tell me of why you contacted me I must tell you something. Do you remeber the boy that I captured? The one who was trying to find you? He was carring a message and although my powers are strong my abilities to find any psycic imprint or emotional input has be futile. It was if some chaos power was fighting my attemtps. It's power has failed through and I have discovered the intnent of the message. I also believe that that choas power which stopped my from seaching the message for psycic imprints manipulated what I sensed from the boy when he was trying to find you. It appears the message was from one with good intent. Only since my attempts to proccess it have been succesful have I been able to trust the message. It may appear as if we might be able to get more help."
Voke hessitated, it had been so long since he had appologised to anyone. This trial on this planet was showing that Voke had become overconfident recently. That would change and soon.
"My proccessing of the message was completed just over half an hour ago and I now pass it onto you. The message read:

"Stryde,
My apologies. I will be unable to attend the party at Drantan.
-T

]['s are abound
When the deal is nigh
And the moon is high
The pirate will share
Choir of screams fill the air
Heretics will fall and die"

I am sorry if my delay in it's proccessing will cause problems and I belive that the shielding that surrounded it is a sign that the choas artefact which I am here to capture ,and probably destroy, will be here soon. So I would ask this of you, after I have helped you catch this rouge trader you are seaching for that you help me in my quest against choas. Not too much to ask eh? Now down to the reason you wanted to talk to me"



No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity

Reply author: Nehemiah Raziel
Replied on: 24/11/2003 03:50:45
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Vardafalas sat and stared as the last of his remaining artefacts were hauled out of his safe house. Odds were that he'd never return here, so he had decided to liquidate as many of his assets as possible. No doubt, he would be rather wealthy at the end of it, but it would also alert any canny Inquisitor or Arbiter of his presence. So the pent house was also going. Of course, the more and most precious articles (and on in partcular) were already gone, stowed away in the back of the heavy ground car. He would be leaving with in the hour and he had yet to hear back on how the Arbiters were fairing. Which wasn't a good sign. And the tugging, nagging feeling of the calling of Ulthwe and the thirsting of the what-ever-it-is weren't helping him at all.

(OOC - The one particular artefact is not Chaotic. Far from it. Don't forget he's Eldar and he'd have to be nuts to even want to be in the same room as an artefact of Chaos, let alone possess one.)

"My soul's prepared, how's yours?"

Reply author: Van Helser
Replied on: 24/11/2003 12:51:32
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Van Helser ducked down behind the barricade of barrels. There were more armed guards arriving every minute and there was a definite air of tension now. Quirrick was concealed under a tarpaulen nearby, but he was sure there luck couldn't hold much longer. Van Helser had had to distract numerous guards, though he had been loathe to do so; it would only take one with slight psychic intuition to realise what was going on.

Another guard was heading their way. Van Helser tried to focus another psychic message, but realised it was the man from earlier. The one whose mind seemed possessed; he could not even attempt to sidetrack him. The man was almost upon him when a deep rumbling echoed from above. The outer doors were slowly grinding open. Immediately a howling gale erupted inside the dome. The man turned to look upwards. The nose of a shuttle pocked throught the dusty haze, blue retro rockets illuminating the dark recesses of the ceiling. The man loped off to the landing pad.

'That was close!' Quirrick hissed.

'Too close,' Van Helser replied, 'but I think we have our reward now,' he continued as he jestured towards the shuttle. 'It is here.'

[VanHelser]

Reply author: Stryde
Replied on: 24/11/2003 22:14:37
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Snatching the letter from Voke's cloaked hand, she scanned it. Handing it back to a thouroughly amused Silos, she pointed a finger at Voke. "You are being quite counter-productive Brother! I was waiting for that messanger." She stalked by the trio into the nearby abandoned building. Silos shrugged to them and smiled, following her in.

The two bodyguards of Voke looked threateningly, ready to strike at the back of the Inquisitor. Voke calmed them with a wave and followed in after the Lady. There were some dusty chairs and a table, all set up for a meeting Voke knew nothing about. "Please have a seat. Are your comrades under your confidence?" she asked with a wave, back to all.
"They are." Voke simply stated.
"Fine. I am Inquisitor Jenna Stryde of the Ordo Xenos, incase you did not know that. This is my collegue Major Silos Brigande of the Cadian 5th." Silos gave a short bow, hiding a smirk.
Voke, unimpressed, "These are my guard Ela and Eswt, and I am Inquisitor Voke Ordo Xenos."

Jenna sensed a taint in the air. It was a sharp flash of exquisite pain throughout her body, then it was gone! She closed her eyes, reaching with her thoughts to find the source. A Daemon Blade!

Voke noticed her close her eyes in an almost tracelike state, then felt a psychic power well known to him. Her Psi-track located his concealed weapon, the weapon broke her track and screamed to him for her blood. With a grimace, he spat "Enough! You called this meeting, what is it you want."

Jenna, noticably pale in the presence of such a weapon, charged her arm. Blue electricity swam over her left side, through the concealing black sash. "If you don't keep your weapon incheck, I will be forced to relieve it from you!" Then, just as quickly, the arching stopped, she knew this was no enemy. "I apologize Brother, I detest the sight of Daemons and their creations." Looking nonchalant, Silos slipped his stubber from its holster and placed it in the small of his back. He didn't sense the power from the weapon, but the unnaturally chilly air always kept him on his toes.

Finally sitting, "Fine, we need to discuss exactly the goings on here. I was unaware any of our kind would be on this planet besides me and one other. That note you handed me was from Inquisitor Thorn, one who was to meet with me who regrettably will not. I will only divulge the information I know, if you inturn divulge what you know and help. I am under the impression that you are indeed a man of honor and will stop Chaos and Xenos wherever they may hide."

"Indeed Sister. Proceed."

"Very well," passing a data-slate to Voke, "this is the known location of the shipment trade to one Karakus Ray. It will take place in approx. 2 hours local. Supposedly there was an Eldar craft in dock here, Emperor knows how, who delivered the shipment into the city already. There are dark powers at work and I have reason to believe there is a powerful guild involved. A hive gang with a red eagle as their symbol has attacked me twice in the last 2 hours. I now know that this gang is directly correlated to Karakus. And that there is a Chaotic taint about his followers. There is a deamon present on this planet. Whether it is a Host or otherwise I am unsure. Now, first tell me what you have revealed, then we must come up with a plan..."

=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos

Reply author: Stryde
Replied on: 24/11/2003 22:24:59
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"One final thought, the person I...questioned...was regrettably dispatched. He had the psychic tracings of a powerful chaotic nature. Also, the Magos you ran into earlier is one of my retinue, treat him with the respect you treat us. I know he has revealed my personal vox-link signature to you. I respect his decisions, therefore I respect you."

=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos

Reply author: Nehemiah Raziel
Replied on: 25/11/2003 00:02:39
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Vardafalas glanced at the chronometer, nervously, as the heavy ground car sped towards his new safe house in the underhive. One hour until I was supposed to have met with the mon-keigh Karakas, he thought to himself. Things seemed to be going so slow now. And he couldn't seem to place exactly why....

"My soul's prepared, how's yours?"

Reply author: Inquistitor Voke
Replied on: 25/11/2003 18:57:56
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"I am on this planet because of a chaos artefact. On a pruge against a group of choas fanatics of a distant world from here I learned that they had been used to find a choas artefact not long ago on a world near to were I was then. I was unable to find out the nature of the choas artefact as the cultists had triggers placed in them causing unstopable and irriversable damage to the whole of their brain; causing death in moments. I did learn through that a choas power was behind this, most likely some form of daemon. I went to the worl containing the choas artefact but I was too late to stop it leaving. However I did find out which planet it was heading to; this one. The artefact is of quite a large importance as the daemon has used alot of reasorces and cultis lives to get this artefact to this planet quickly. It is heading for a rouge trader who trades with xenos. The rouge trader either knows how to get to, or is, a powerful choas being which is the thing pulling the strings behind this. It could be a text which would reveal how to transfer the whole of the daemons strength permently to this world ot a powerful weapon. Whatever it is it cannot be allowed to reach it's destintaion or we may lose the power to stop it. We will most likely have to confront this daemon on this planet and this is were this..."
Voke patted his long,thin daemon sword. It glowed a dull pink and quietly started wispering.
"this sword contains a daemon of the Keeper of Secrets,"
Voke decided that speaking the name Slannesh was not the way to win over this Stryde,
"therefor it is highly jealous of other daemons and is the best way to destroy them. I have banished many daemons with this blade and have completely destroyed permently fom excistance at least 5 in my years of service. Also this blade is always under my control! It is unable to do anything other than wisper and glow unless I let it! Even if I am unconcious! And if I were to die the daemon would die with me! I have bound it's lifeforce to mine so it will never survive my death!"
Voke glanced to Ela and Eswt. Ela gave him a small smile and wink. Eswt gave his the slitest of nods.
"I have talked with my compainions and we belive that it would be best for us to quickly track down and kill Karakus then move onto destroying the daemon and the choas artefact. Also the help of another Inquisitor, Thorn would be useful if it is possible. Also a word of warning. When I confronted the xenos at his compound, as I ,and your tech priest you assigned to watch me, as you know there was another psycer there. I believe he was an Inquisitor. And the xenos and most likely the choas forces will be and are well armed and equiped. Although this must be kept secret from the planet we need to come crashing down hard on these abomonations or have no effect at all."
Voke made sure that he was giving off alot of emotions which would be considered more puritan. Yes he was feeling these and he was puritan (he considered himself an enlightened puritan, what the Inquisition should be) but he just made sure that ,what would be considered as radical or heretic thoughts did not become readable to Stryde. She would not notice and it wasn't lying, it was just making sure that she didn't get the wrong impression. Voke needed her help, and it would be nice to work with someone other than his friends, a way to remind him of his humanity and reasure him that it was still there after hundreds or years of fighting choas.



No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity

[VanHelser]

Reply author: Stryde
Replied on: 26/11/2003 11:17:53
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Hearing his words, a glint of life shown in her sea-green orbs. "Well put Inquisitor. One last thing, does the name 'Multhaa' ring a bell? It could be the daemon's name, and if so could be quite a powerful word in banishing it. It was the last word of my...informant..." Brushing her purple locks from her face, "Please don't wave that thing infront of me again. Your words ring true, sir, but it is not in 'our' best interest."

"I suggest that I enter first, as they may not yet know my identity. Obviously the Xeno knows you on sight. If I infiltrate the buy, we can attack by suprise. I am under the impression that you can disguise yourself? I also suggest we don't kill Karakus if possible, otherwise how will we find the artefact? The Xenos though, I would much like to find out how he docked here. Once we at least cut the purchase from the buyer, whoever that may be, then we can root out the evil from within. I will contact the Magos with the location, he will be backup when the fireworks begin. I understand the sensitivity of this mission, what with a rogue Inquisitor involved. So I suggest no Arbites..."

Pausing for breath, she asked "By the way, what kind of armaments do you have, planetside? Regrettably myself and Silos were planning a full infiltration mission, and so only are armed slimly. My man here is a great shot with a rifle, and I, unfortunately, forsee the use of a firearm."

=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos

Reply author: EvilDead
Replied on: 26/11/2003 13:46:11
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OOC: Hi all. I'm Stryde's better half taking control of Harakus Ray to start, since no one has yet. Hope you don't mind!

The warehouse was dimly lit with thick red candles, crates stacked aside to allow a small table with chairs set in a semi-circular fassion. Men dressed in old robes stood silently at the perimeter as other unmentionable 'things' lurked in the shadows of the spacious building. A man with pock-marked skin tittered nervously at the table, washing his hands with nothing but air and dust. Where is he? Glancing in the darkness, all he could do was wait for his Master. Karakus Ray.
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Having just materialized from the Immaterium, a shuttle detached from a great merchant ship. The small craft entered Drantan airspace.

"...*static*...Unknown craft, make yourself known. You have 12 seconds to comply or you will be destroyed. Adeptus Arbites chapter 2 of Hiveworld Drantan, over..."

"Send them the codes." A large man in Gothic finery spoke to his pilot servitor. His slight accent hard to place, inflected every syllable with calm demeanor. The dim lighting of the shuttle shaded sharp features of his face and squat nose. His hair dark but styled with a white streak was short and wavy.

"...*static*...My apologies, Captain Ray. Please allow us to escort you to the docking bay. Arbite Danson, out..." A wry smile caught his thin lips.

It worked! "It appears they are ready to deal, my pet!" A cage in the back roared a response with inhuman agony. The shuttle shook as whatever was in there slammed against the electrically charged bars. "Oh, I do detest your insolence." Walking to the cage, he drew an odd looking scepter from his belt. Pushing a rune, the rod extended swiftly to stab a slender point through the bars into the great creature. The creature howled with agony, then slumped to the floor with a crash! "I like this Kroot concocted poison! Painful, but swift!"

A shrouded being stated in a harsh whisper, "Do not provoke it, my liege, it's strength could devestate us if we are not careful." Spinning the scepter toward the tall cloaked figure, "Just remember who you work for, R'zann, I control far more power than this hellish beast.

Good, Bad, I'm the guy with the gun.

Reply author: Van Helser
Replied on: 26/11/2003 16:21:45
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The landing pad was a hive of activity, people scuttled around the now landed shuttle, attending to it's every needs. The guards were now involved in trying to start up a loader - no doubt intended to transport whatever it was that was on that shuttle - so Van Helser and Quirrick had left there hiding places, and edged towards the bottom of the ladder to the pad.

'Give me your stubber, Quirrick,' Van Helser instructed, 'make sure you put the silencer on it too.' Quirrick pulled his pistol from it's holster and began screwing the silencer on slowly.

'You're not seriously thinking of going on the rampage up there?' Quirrick whispered in disbelief.

'Don't worry, my senses haven't abandoned me yet. I merely wish to have a closer look at whatever they're bringing down,' Van Helser replied, 'and I'd prefer to have a firearm.'

'So would I, so would I,' Quirrick said as Van Helser ascended the ladder.

Van Helser could now get a proper look at the situation. The loader had now started up and was rumbling over to the shuttle. Van Helser used it's noise as a disguise as he ran across the metal plates to behind some kind of refuelling rig. People were getting out the way of the six-wheeled forklift as it bustled it's way beneath the shuttle's loading doors. The doors opened slowly, and the loader's twin prongs rose to accept the gift from inside.

Reply author: Inquistitor Voke
Replied on: 26/11/2003 17:54:04
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" 'Multhaa', it is possible that that is the daemons name; we shall frind out when we get there." An unusual grin quickly passed across Voke's face. That alone seemed to startle Stryde.
"You plan seems sound and is probably the best one to try. Myself and my servants are capable of disguse, and I will use my powers only to cloak us from psycics, any more and we will be detected."
Voke stopped and turned to Ela. He asked her a question psycicly.
"Did the supply shipment arrive today?"
Ela's awnser formed in her mind, "Yes, everything was there."
Voke turned back to Stryde.
"In the way of supplies I have been fairly short myself, most of my reasorces on the other side of the galaxy; but earlier todaya shipment of my personal supplies arrived. It's contents include reloads for my needle pistol and Ela's bolt pistols and her shotgun. A couple of las pistol reloads have arrived for Eswt. As for what you could use I believe that we have a large amount of smoke and frag grenades; some krak grenades and a small amount of melt-bombs incase the daemon is hiding in some vault. In the way of weapons I believe there is a heavy stubber, a bolter, a couple of bolt pistols, one needle pistol and one multi laser. We have large amounts of ammunition, not all standard. You are welcome to any of these. I'm affraid that the shipment doesn't have any other types of supplies such as auspex's or pentagramic or hexagramic wards; which would probably prove useful here."
Voke often stopped, glaced at Ela and then continued. He was always checking with her to make sure that he had everything correct; he did mot want to make another mistake infront of her.
"Also there was one other thing in that shipment, which, in the name of friendship, I will infrom you of. A secret weapon of mine. I have used it many times during my time as an iquisitor and has always proved useful, if alittle unpredictable. I only ever use it for a final purging as it is not posssible to control it 100% so if I need to captue or survey a person then I don't use; why you have not seen it yet."
Voke paused. Stryde was trying to hide it but he could tell what she was thinking and feeling. She was terrified and her pulse raced. Conflicting emotions of morals and duty were batteling away inside her.
"Do not worry though; my weapon is not what you think; it is not a daemonhost. To use such a thing is to near certainly welcome choas and become a heretic. And I would never use such a thing. It is a acri-flagellent. As you said through it may be much better to capture these people alive; so I am unsure if we should use it or not."



No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity

Reply author: Dante
Replied on: 26/11/2003 19:02:43
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A flash, Jenna turned around and saw the bionic magos standing there. Her eyes scanned down to the thing he was cradling in his arms, some sort of gun, with lots of dials and knobs.

'A reductor rifle' he said, as if sensing her thoughts, 'It will reuce any organic matter the shot touches to ash instantly. Of course it has a maximum power, which limits its effectiveness against either hevily armoured or extremly large targets. I whought you could do with a little heavy hand held powerful gun...'


'How do you plead after hearing the truth? Guilty or Less guilty?' - Advocate Dominicus

'Many of the answers to mysteries in this world depend greatly on our own point of view' - Obi-Wan Kenobi to Luke Skywalker

'I wonder if there are people out there who collect geishes...' - Arch Heretic Joseph MacGibbon

[VanHelser]

Reply author: Nehemiah Raziel
Replied on: 27/11/2003 04:53:40
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"Is it done?"

"Almost."

Vardafalas nodded silently to himself and continued to watch....

"My soul's prepared, how's yours?"

Reply author: Stryde
Replied on: 27/11/2003 15:41:19
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"Magos!" Jenna clapped her hands together, "I don't know how you do it, but welcome." She filled him in on their discoveries. "Can you find out the cargo manifest for both the Xenos craft and Ray's craft when it arrives? Surely the dockmaster would require one from the Eldar. Perhaps if that isn't possible, your could board his shuttle when they depart it. There will be Arbites present, but if you can get aboard, that would halt any escape and find more information." She had a glint in her eye. If she weren't an Inquisitor, there was no doubt that she would aspire to be a tech-priest. Early in her life she spent much time on a forgeworld, learning whatever she could gather about the Holy Machine.

A rough plan made, the group decided to gear up and go to the trade site.

"What kind of transportation do you have Voke? I confiscated two bikes and can spare no space." Turning with a thought, delicate finger to her lips, "unless don't mind riding shotgun?" An irrate glance from Voke's lover-guard issued a smile from him. (Funny because Styde thought only to let them have a bike, not ride with her.)


=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos

Reply author: EvilDead
Replied on: 27/11/2003 16:24:46
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A great metal box lowered into a cargo skif. Following that, a cage covered in a dark cloth was lowered shaking violently.

Through his scope, Inquisitor Van Helser watched in secrecy.

"Careful, careful!" a vox-caster booming his commands to the dockhands. "If that box falls, its your heads!" Hiveworkers rushed to move the cargo into the transport. As the Captain watched and yelled, his retinue came up to him. A slight woman in a red and black bodysuit approached the dock. She was followed by other Hive gangers.

Zooming the stubber's sightlens, he noticed that she was wearing a large red eagle symbol across her chest. The guard paid the newcomers little heed. She approched behind Karakus and brought her hands seductively up over his shoulders. In mid command he stopped and turned with a smile. Apparently ol' Karakus had a concubine on this planet. Then he noticed the blades strapped to her waist. An assassin!
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"What's in there?" the woman cooed in Ray's ear.
"A weapon of Chaos. We starved a Kroot and had it eat a dying Berserker Marine before he could kill himself. He's quite incomprehensible," the Captain chuckled, "unfortunately he's just as uncontrollable."

Turning, he saw the cable slack that one worker was on. The cage almost toppled before reaching the transport. "You incompetent blundering fool!" spitting into the 'caster. He sent a thoughtwave to his tall shrouded psycker across the dock. That worker's fate was surely sealed.

Good, Bad, I'm the guy with the gun.

Reply author: Inquistitor Voke
Replied on: 27/11/2003 17:04:51
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"I'm afraid the only transport I have on this planet is just a simple hover car and is at the supply ship. I'll have it meet with us a couple of blocks away from the site. I guess this gonna be mainly by ear.I will stay in the shadows but will do my best to stay near to you so we can combine strength of arms and not be overwhelmed. Are there any supplies that you want the car to bring? My companions already have everything we need, but I will have the acro-flagellent brought to us; just so we can use it if needs be."



No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity

Reply author: Stryde
Replied on: 27/11/2003 19:39:36
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"Great, bring the melta charges. There can always be a use for those, whether distraction or destruction... Take one of the bikes parked outside, I will go to the site and infiltrate." Silos quietly holstered his gun while Jenna headed for the door. "Magos, head for the docks and either mirror our quarry, or get on that shuttle. Let me know when you do. May the Emperor's Light Shine the Way."

Jenna started up the bike as Silos climbed on behind. Placing her helmet on, she noticed a shotgun in a side holster on the bike. Handing it to Silos, they took off for the trade site. Where is Thorn?
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OOC: Hope you don't mind Arkantis , just gettin' ya into the thick of it.
Arkantis scanned the dark alley. The natives were restless. He neared the back of a bar, neon lights pointing to alcohol. Keeping to the shadows, he noticed a shirtless wiry man leaning against the wall. Chewing a stick of rawhide, he spoke "Got a light, stranger?"

His large frame well hid in the shadows, or so he thought, moved into the light. He noticed a window above him slide open noiselessly, footsteps from behind. One... two... two men, one heavyset, the other average...ten meters...A set up! He was a blurry of action! Drawing a bolt pistol in his left hand, he rushed the man infront.

The ganger's eyes widened in excitement as he flipped open two daggers. Knife slicing high, Arkantis ducked and bowled into him, tumbling over with the slashing junky. Turning towards his adversaries, he kicked out with both feet. The man went into the air and was summarily pulvarized, a giant hole where his heart was.

Getting up, he took aim at the window, noticing a little-clothed woman watching the fight with exhiliration. A quick smile, he spun low into a crouch just as bullets sprayed against the bricks where he was standing. Fire ripped from his weapons as his arms pumped to regain his aim, after all bolt weapons had enormous recoil. Smoke began to fill the alley from the weaponsfire, all he could here were his handcannons report and explosions on the gangers.

He stopped to observe his handywork. Not two, three...I must be slipping. He smirked, looking at the suprised faces of two gangland thugs, the other two bodies were missing heads. Bolter shots had that effect. He noticed on one that wasn't hit in the chest a red eagle symbol stitched to his mesh shirt. Finding a large spike on a keychain, he snatched it. Their weapons were the usual kind, a shotgun, revolvers, except... A xenos rifle! What was this? It was sleek, but rectangular in shape, so it wasn't Eldar. Hmm... Tau.

He knew the Arbites might come to this area, so he took off out of the alley, just to notice, yes, the woman in purple driving on a different bike with the same guy with her as before! No coincidence, he told himself. Spotting a large bike with spikes nearby, he hopped on giving the key a try. The bike started with a low rumble, he took off shadowing the woman. Maybe she knows what the Frag is going on.

=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos

[VanHelser]

Reply author: Inquistitor Voke
Replied on: 27/11/2003 21:12:54
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Voke opened his vox link.
"Stiliphy, can you send the hover car to the co-ords I'm sending you; and in the car can you put the melta charges, as many daggers as you can get, throwing one's; a load of our reloads and the acro-flagellent."
Voke looked over at Stryde. She then rushed off into the distance. Voke followed.

There stopped just a few hundred meters from the trade sight. Before long the hover car came into view. Melta charges were handed out; two to each person. Voke handed out the trowing knives. Three to each person. It took quite some time to concinve Stryde but every possible weapon might be needed; and them some! Also each blade had been blessed both with rites and in holy water. This ment that they could be used against choas scum and even against the more powerful; even the daemon they were expecting to find- would cause pain. Voke could tell that Stryde was impressed that he had access to such rare and blessed weapons; but after being an Inquisitor for so long he had a large stock pile of nearly all types of imperial weapons. The acro-flagelent was placed in a dark corner of a burnt out ally way. An elctro-flail imbeded in one hand, a massive hammer crackeling with energy in the other. The only markings were a number; 2705. Stryde headed towards the building, Voke and his compainions following. Voke brought his mind to full power. Preparing himself to use his powers to their full extent, something he hadn't done for years; he found such strong contact with the warp unpleasant so avoided it were possible; but he would not hesitate if that's what he needed to do. He brought a powerful psycic shroud around them. Undetactable in everyway. A greater daemon could walk withing a few metres of him and not know he was a psycer or an Inquisitor. Unfortunatly he could use his powers to help them in no other way; yet. To do so would be to reveal himself to any psycers or daemons; and he was certain that there was atleast one of the two in this pit of choas. Voke looked first to Eswt, then to Ela. Both were prepared for whatever choas born hellpit waited for them; no better compainions could Voke kind anywere to follow him into the jaws of hell. Without a second thought to his duty, Voke followed Stryde towards the building.



No one is truley sane; we are all just different levels of insanity

Reply author: Stryde
Replied on: 27/11/2003 21:53:17
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"Stay back, I may be able to get us in. If this is what I think it is, weapons will be allowed."

The building they approached was made of reinforced plasteel, slightly sunken into the machined bedrock. It looked like a warehouse for warheads, it was that rugged-looking. A doorway like an igloo stuck out away from the building. Silos pointed to some globes attached to the building and buildings across the street, they looked new. "Pict-recorders, they know we're here." Jenna waved to them to stay back as she approached. "I'll give you the go-ahead to enter."

She approached the thick metal door with authority. Before she could knock on it, a slat slid away to reveal a speaker and a pict-recorder eye, a voice spoke "Wwhat do you wwish?"
"To bid."
In a whisper, the throaty voice replied, "The wword."
Rolling her eyes, acting like a haughty guild representative, "Faction."
"Hhow mmany?" the voice asked viewing the rest of them.
"Three, my personal guard."
"Pprocceedd."
Unlockinging a heavy bolt, the entourage entered. Voke walking with them knowing full well no one would notice him.

The air was cold and clean in the front vestibule. Two small rooms surrounded the hall, one-way mirrors on either side of them. No doubt guards hid in the rooms. The lights dimmed to red and flashes of scannerlight flowed over each. Ducking and dodging, Voke easily avoided the slow scanners. Well, Jenna thought, now they know what we're wearing.

A slender bald man with a pock-marked face entered the vestibule with them. "Ah, more guests. We understand, and CONDONE the carrying of firearms, My Lady. As long as you are on the list. What is your name?"
"Lady Francesca Du' Garstein, heir to the House of Garfond Garstein, Baron of Mining Colony Canter III," Silos pronounced perfectly, "and we are her personal guard."
Washing his hands, "Very well, come."

The doors opened infront of them to reveal a great dark warehouse. Crates of all sizes stacked in general order, the place was very clean from use. They noticed robed people standing at regular intervals along the walls. From where they entered, they could see a large table and podium set up further along the room. Large generators sat on either side of that area, lit up with runes. Under his breathe, Silos said, "Probably a force field." Rows of chairs sat facing the table, a few noble-looking and hard inviduals sat. Well, at least we aren't too late.

=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos

Reply author: Dante
Replied on: 27/11/2003 22:30:44
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OOC: Jenna, just to clarify, you have one reductor rifle, I have the other. It should vaporise an average man with minimum difficulty, but takes a long time to recharge...



Igor crept surprisingly quietly into the docks. He saw the large cage lowered into the shuttle, pressing a button on the side of his ehad he scanned the shuttle. It was not of standard imperial pattern, but had several weakpoints. one, hardly noticable, but enouhg to stop it moving for a good while, was a small flange which conncected the anti grav motor to the accelerator. He cursed, he would have to get right underneath the shuttle...unless...

He scanned it again, searching out a single item...after a while he found it. A spirit node. He tapped a few buttons on his wrist keyboard and felt the flange loosen...

'Good' he thought, 'now all I have to do is make sure they don't find me...'


'How do you plead after hearing the truth? Guilty or Less guilty?' - Advocate Dominicus

'Many of the answers to mysteries in this world depend greatly on our own point of view' - Obi-Wan Kenobi to Luke Skywalker

'I wonder if there are people out there who collect geishes...' - Arch Heretic Joseph MacGibbon

Reply author: Van Helser
Replied on: 28/11/2003 11:40:33
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Van Helser slipped back down the ladder like a shadow, and found Quirrick impatiently waiting at the bottom.

'Well?' he asked, 'what's going on up there?'

'They've got two items on a loader now,' Van Helser replied, 'looks like a metal box and something else, it was covered up and I couldn't make it out.' He handed the stubber back to Quirrick. 'We have another problem. Hopefully both these items are going to the same location, but if they are not, we are going to have to make a choice of which to follow,' he said dejectedly. 'I presume that the metal box has something very powerful in it that needs to be kept safe, while the thing undercover is no doubt of equal importance, but poses less danger. What do you think?'

'It'll no doubt be tough whatever we choose,' Quirrick answered. 'I fancy taking the box.'

'I thought you were going to say that,' Van Helser said with a smile as the loader set off for a turbo-descending lift.