Heresy In Paradise

[VanHelser]

Heresy In Paradise
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Topic author: Van Helser
Subject: Heresy In Paradise
Posted on: 16/12/2003 20:19:59
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Somewhere in the warp, an entity that had not heard the call of its name in millenia, stirred fitfully in its slumber. Emotion flooded into warp space, bathing the entity in its colourful miasma. Cries of pain echoed around, soon joined by cries of joy. The entity arose on a bow wave of pleasure, finally opening its eyes and seeing the lurid thoughts enveloping it. Hearing its name being called, it contorted in spasms of euphoria, before latching onto the song of its worshippers and began following it to its source.
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The landing crafted descended through the wispy clouds steadily, warm sunlight glinting off its sleek angles. It passed over snowtopped mountains, covered with recreational facilities; down green valleys, filled with hotels and wilderness centres; along the coastline, studded with large mansions and villas, gigantic cruise-craft visible in the sapphire blue oceans; the planet truly was paradise.

Inquisitor Van Helser stepped back from the windscreen of the thingypit and turned towards the fuselage of the dropship. Inquisitor Stryde had brought her closest companions with her; the hulking Juxt was discussing hand guns with Quirrick; Silos with whom he'd fought Multhaa sat checking his own weaponry, plus a few others that he was sure he'd get to know soon. Stryde got out of her flight harness and paced towards the front of the craft, and took a good long view out of the windscreen.

'It's wonderful,' she remarked as they passed over a palm tree littered island, its golden sands glittering in the sunlight.

'That it is,' Van Helser replied as he too took a long look at the fast approaching city across the waves; it was like a polished jewel, everything appeared to be made from marble, glass, or other expensive, resplendent materials. 'It is such a shame that Denopsis has been allowed to transgress so,' he continued.

'Yes it is,' Jenna replied, 'what do we do when we set down?'

'That is the capital, Trebella,' he answered as he pointed at the glimmering port, 'Dufaux and Voor'acht are expecting my arrival, your astropath was kind enough to forward a message for me, so they know that I will not be accompanied by Quirrick only.' Jenna nodded, still amazed by the splenour of the place. The drop ship came in low over the glinting rooftops and slowed to a stop before it descended into the capitals modest space port.

'I just hope I am not too late,' Van Helser remarked.

OOC - here it is guys. I think we should just keep 'wanted: inquisitors for heresy in paradise RP' as the OOC page, makes sense doesn't it? No rushing to get the slaaneshi entity born please, I have a bit of a surprise brewing for that... Enjoy!
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Reply author: Inquisitor wood
Replied on: 16/12/2003 21:32:12
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Inquisitor Nade had been on Denopsis for 5 days now, he had spent his time starting fights, just the other night he witnessed a drunk man complain about the price of ale, with a bit of motivational talking he had started a complete riot in the pub. He had been busy colecting fire arms, they were layed out acroos the floor of his hotel room. Three auto guns, five las guns, eight las pistols and two shot guns. When you are an inquisitor such weapons are easy to find, all he had to do was find one shady arms dealer, then one flash of his iqnuisitorial rosseta and the dealer handed over all of the weapons as a bribe, the thought of it made Nade laugh. From the view from his window Nade could keep an eye on the space port, so he would know if Inquisitor Ro Hymunin came after him.

+++Later that night+++
Nade walked into a bar, he had two lasguns, one auto gun and four las pistols in a sports bag that he carried with him. He sat at the bar, a barman aproached him,
"What 'el it be?"
"Whisky, dry" replied Nade.
"Coming right up", the barman wandered off and pulled a bottle of the wall and began to pour the drink.
Nade looked around, the place was full of rich fat slobs talking, he knew full well that more than half of them would be talking about somekind of heretical subject. Nade knew that all men with power craved for more power, and to gain that power they nearly always considered chaos and most of accepted the promises of the dark Gods.
"Here y' are guv'nar" the barman handed Nade his whisky,
"Huh, oh, thankyou," Nade pulled out a small leather pouch and poured some gold coins on the table, "keep the change!"
"Oh thank you, you aint like the other rich slobs that come in here,"
"Tell me about it! I'm not so keen on them myself. They sit at the head of thier mighty empires and take people like us for granted! If it wasn't for us they wouldn't have thier big trade franchises or corpirations"
"Yeah, those fat slobs, sometimes they come in here and drink 'em selves silly. then when thier drunk thier true thoughs about us 'commoners' come out, then when one of them starts they all start and no-one does notin about it. Sometimes I just llok at one of them and it makes me sick".
Nade was suprised at how easily he had gained the mans trust, he already made the man feel comfortable enough to reviel his true thoughs about the cutomers, even though the man knew he could be fired. It was time to take the conversation to enougher level,
"If it were up to me, I'd put a bullet through each and every one of thier worthless heads" stated Nade, confidently.
"ha ha ha. I like you man, you think like the rest ov uz round here"
"So why don't you stick up for yourselves? We are the back bone of this imperium, if you neglected your back then it would start to hurt the rest of your body, and you'd think twice before neglecting it again. You know what i mean?"
"Yeah, yeah your right. I'm so fed up with these damn richees, the next one that bad mouths folk like us, well, I'll just smash his mouth right off. Those good fur nottin pieces of sh..."
The barman was cut off as a yell came from one of the drunk rich customers,
"OY, you, bar ten..der. Gimme another drink you worthless scum, Ha ha ha ha ha ha"
All of the other customers in ear shot laughed, and all of the waiters and bar tenders scowled and looked at each other. The bar tender turned to Nade for re-asurance, and Nade gave it to him. The bartender nodded and turned to the customer and said calmly,
"What can A do for Yu good sir".
"Yu can ge..get m. you can get me another Blue moon thingytail stupid porper, Hahahaha"
The bar tender walked calmly to the wall where all of the bottles were hanging. the other employees looked on nervously,' why was he even serving this man, i geuss he had no choice and besides, this stuff happened all the time' they thought. The bartender took a bottle of the wall and turned to the customer again,
"cumin right up, Ya worth less old shlob!"
The bartender raised the bottle, and Nade raised an eyebrow, then the bartender through it, it smahsed in the customers face and he fell unconsiece to the floor. A great cheer erupted from all the employees, then they started picking up stools and smashing the other customers around the heads. The kitchen staff came out and joined the fight, while the freindly bar man was stood on top of the bar throwing bottles at even moer of the rich people. Nade opened his bag and threw an auto gun to the bartender, he opened fire into the fleeing mob, then Nade threw the rest of his weapons out to all the staff that were close enough. The rich people ran for the door, but two large kitcheb staff men with meat cleavers got in the way and began slashing all who came too close. While all the comotion was going on Nade simply sat and drank his whisky, he ducked occasionally as a bottle or limb flew over his head. it wasb't long beforeall the rich people lay dead, Nade looked around at the faces of all the staff and could see only smiles. the bar man aproached Nade,
"Thank you stranger, you have set us free, what is your name?"
"Nade, you can keep the weapons, i feel i will be needing you again soon"
"You can count on us, sir!" replied another of the staff.
The rest of the staff all agreed and shouted things like, "Yeah, as long as we get to kill some more richies" and "Hell yeah man, you can count on us". Nade felt flattered,
"Thankyou my freinds, now i must leave and retire to my quarters"
Nade left the bar and headed back to his hotel room, laughing.....

Fear is only a word!

[VanHelser]

Reply author: BrotherXanthron
Replied on: 16/12/2003 22:15:51
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He could feel it. It's presence stung his senses with it's pungency. It was here, it's miserable existance spreading it's infectous words, a contrast to the planet he was standing on. The clear expance of the sea stretched out into a blue infinity before him. The palm trees swayed slowly in the wind, the birds singing and chirping, oblivious.

Melphane sighed. He hated to imagine what was soon to become of this rare paradise now that he was here. Disaster had this infatuation with him and it tried to impress him everywhere he went. He was going to live on the edge this time. Normally surrounded by his henchmen wherever he went, he had only brought a single companion. A blood drinking Death Cultist he had befriended on Seratova.

She suddenly stopped him, glancing around and slowly approaching the bar he was headed for. He inspected bullet riddled door before following the assassin inside. Bodies littered the floor, mostly of rich folk and customers. Xantcha wasted no time in slicing a few open to collect what reserves of blood they may have left into her apparatus. Melphane studied the scene with suspicion. Was this coincidence, or was someone trying to stop him from getting information.

Growling in disgust, Melphane stomps over to the bar and grabs a whisky bottle. Brushing his waist length black hair back, he downs in record time. And promptly regrets doing so. Coughing and sputtering he staggers out of the bar. And promptly regrets doing that as well. The gun leveled his way was not looking very friendly.

"You are under arrest. Drop your weapons and surrender yourself to the Arbites of Denopsis. You have the right to..."

"I have the right to do this."

Drawing his blessed hammer he crushed the skull of the unfortunate in front of him. Damn, why did this have to happen now. He whistled and Mistress Xantcha glided from the nearby shadow. They dissapeared down the ally as the first of the Arbites sirens began to be heard.

"There is a time when destiny chooses a people and forces them into action! This is the time! We are that people! This is our action! Charge!!"
- Dark Angel Brother Xanthron addressing the Mordian Iron Gaurd during the Necron counter assault on Icharius IV

Reply author: Lord Skrolk
Replied on: 16/12/2003 22:33:52
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Mean while in a cavern underneath a club Inquisitor Mordantas walked arround looking at the prisoners. Then he looked over to where a sword stood embeded in a pedastal. He wanted to draw a greater demon from the warp and needed 2000 tortured traitorus souls to please his devign master, the prince of plesure. He walked over to the latest group while taking out a electric whip. He ordered the cultists to take of there tops and turn them round to kneel infront of the sword. He lashed out at the first of the ten men and as the whip pierced the mans skin a electric shock ran up his spine making him screm in pain. He drew back before lashing out again causing more agony. after 6 more whips the man collapsed twitching and stepping forward Mordantas unsheathed his power sword. Swing it in an arch he severed the dying mans head and through it in to the small warp by the blade. He repeated this process for the remaining 9 and the sword visibly began to glow. "100 more," he said to the ranks of cultists. He needed more followers. He would have to find some. He only had 239. The most of them were armed with auto or las guns and swords. His 2 demon hosts stood over the bodies draining them of what remained of there life essence.
OOC: Hope this does its my first RP

Death is death. Live with it. Harry.

Reply author: CommisarFelixLothar
Replied on: 16/12/2003 23:10:56
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Mathra ran down the cobblestone streets torward siren's source, followed closely by Lothar and his men. The entire party had drawn their concealed pistols, mainly stubbers though Lothar had brough out a compact las-pistol. Mathra regretted not bringing his usual assortment of weapons...
Mathra had been on the planet for little over an hour now, searching for a rogue trader dealing xeno weapons and technology across the sub-sector, and already there was commotion. Mathra saw arbites teams flocking torwards a tavern. He ran to join them and see what this whole ordeal was about. Whatever the hell was going on, it was not good...

In His Name,
Commisar Felix Lothar

Reply author: khornes_rage
Replied on: 16/12/2003 23:22:57
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the Imperial Strike cruiser Emperor's Eagle hammered through warp space.

Aboard it Inquisitor Ro Hymunin stood on the bridge, muttering a prayer to the God Emperor. He was naked to the waist, wearing only the bottom half of his armour.
His torso was still a mess of scar tissue from the advanced healing, but his face was healed and his health back to normal.

"Denopsis..." His voice suddenly rolled out, deep and powerful.
"Are you sure?" He asked an Adept.
"Yes... yes my Lord." The adept trembled.
Lady Demandredd had taken his Autominion to quell a riot in a neighbouring system. He missed his acolyte, these faithful were blatently afraid of him.
He laughed out loud. <Quite rightly to!> He thought. He towered over them and was built twice the mans size in muscle structure alone.

"Tell me when we arrive. I will be repurifying my armour." Ro turned and walked out of the bridge toward his quarters.

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Reply author: Stryde
Replied on: 17/12/2003 09:27:56
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Before they departed the Imperial Corvette, Inquisitor Stryde issued an order to Major Silos Brigande that Inquisitor Van Helser was in charge of this operation and that all of the Major's men would follow Van Helser's orders as well as hers. To make certain her men would comply, she introduced the aged Inquisitor to her platoon without divulging the mission (not that she understood it fully anyway). She set up the drop-shuttle to follow the Iquisitorial shuttle planet-side. There, her lone squad of Navalis security force lie in wait of further orders. Their orders were to set up a base camp in case the platoon was needed, or for a quick retreat.

As they scanned the city-scape, she was flanked by Major Silos. His broad shoulders raised up in admiration of the cool tropical breeze, his cool grey eyes exploring the gourgeous sky. He ran a hand through his crew cut salt-and-pepper hair.

On her other side, Inquisitor Van Helser's eyes pierced the city in anticipation. His man, Quirrick debated with her ward behind her. He seemed to be amused at the innocence of Juxt, he was explaining the intricacies of the arcane revolver he had procurred from her armory. Juxt watched in wonder as Quirrick flipped the weapon on his trigger finger, then fanned a few empty chambers with his other hand deftly, then flipping it in reverse and holstering it.

Juxt was not a fool, nor a young man. In fact he was in his early fifties, going on four terran years. His mind had been swiped. He was to be part of a new Space Marine chapter. The gene seed planted in him grew strangly. His physical attributes grew nicely, it was his mental capacities that were bizarre. A hysteria grew in his mind, he attacked all around him in a bloody frenzy. The Marine chapter decided to destroy Juxt and do tests to find the problem. Jenna was there when it happened and saved his life in the hopes that the mental problems would not return.

His only knowledge is that she had saved his life. She was his mother, his mentor and his savior. A great combination for a bodyguard, he would die so that she may live. And boy, would it take ALOT to put him down! A smile crossed her lips whenever she thought of him.

=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos

[VanHelser]

Reply author: Van Helser
Replied on: 17/12/2003 12:57:30
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Van Helser lead Stryde, Quirrick, Silos and Juxt along a street cobbled with white stone. Everywhere servitors worked; tending to the trees, clearing away clutter and washing windows. Denopsis enjoyed being radiant all the time.

They approached the front of a grand looking building, with marble pillars alongside the doors. A word sculpted in the stone of the mantle read "Dalvernio's" - this was an expensive and exclusive noble's club. A doorman in an expensive looking silk suit stepped to block their approach.

'Invitation?' he asked politely.

'I believe this is just as good,' Van Helser said as he held up his Inquisitorial seal. The man recoiled slightly before straightening up and ushering them inside. The doors opened into a grand entrance hall with a marble staircase as the centrepiece. Servitors jossled around and came to assist them with their coats. 'No thankyou,' Van Helser instructed, and the servitor backed off. His hand drifted protectively to his concealed scabbard as another automaton approached.

'Reservations?' it asked jerkily.

'The name is Dufaux,' Van Helser replied, 'I believe two of the party are expecting us.' The servitor processed the information for a second before beckoning the group to follow. It lead them up the staircase, past rows of ornamental weapons and portraits of the club's members and into a grand real-wooden panelled bar. Dufaux sat waiting at the head of a long table, along with a cloaked figure, it's deathly blue hands resting on the polished table surface. Dufaux stood and welcomed them.

'Master,' she said as she took Van Helser's hand and curtsied, 'Quirrick,' she said with contempt at the presence of the loathsome ex-bounty hunter, 'and these must be our new associates,' she said, looking at Stryde and her entourage, 'I am Helena Dufaux, Van Helser's acolyte.'

'I am Inquisitor Jenna Stryde,' Stryde replied, 'and these are my guards, Juxt and Silos.' Silos nodded and Juxt waved back. 'And who is this other person?' Stryde asked, enquiring of the cowled figure. It turned it's head, revealing jet black eyes set amongst an expanse of blue flesh.

'I am Voor'acht,' it replied slowly, 'Van Helssserss daemonhosst.' Stryde was taken aback by the beast, she did not comprehend why Van Helser would take a creature of chaos as a servant.

Van Helser ushered them all to sit. 'What have you found out, Helena?' he asked.

'There is indeed a cult of Slaanesh within the city, and it is growing day by day,' she replied solemnly. 'The fronts for the cult are many nightclubs, owned by a Jakob Modiak. We think that is an alias though, don't we Voor'acht?'

'Yess,' the daemonhost hissed, 'thiss Modiak iss evidently a rich and powerful man, a sservant of the dark oness. He hass many clubss, but he mainly operatess out of one known asss "Hex." That iss the...'

'Sacred number of Slaanesh,' Van Helser cut in knowingly, 'hex; six.'

'Of courssse,' Voor'acht concurred, 'very cunning. It has ssix wallss and a hollow in the centre, where all kindsss of diabolical thingss occur, praissing the pleasssure lord.'

'I believe that this will be our first port of call then,' Van Helser said. 'Are there any other signs of heresy and deviation within the population?'

'Funny you should say that,' Dufaux answered, 'just this morning there was a gunfight in a bar on the other side of town. Couldn't tell you anymore though. It's a bit of an odd occurence for a place like this, I can tell you.'

'We'll need to keep an eye on that too,' Van Helser answered. 'Drinks, anyone?' he asked cheerily.

Reply author: Lord Skrolk
Replied on: 17/12/2003 13:23:21
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The news of the killings in the taverns was only starting to reach him. "A new gang is at play," he said to no one in particular,"I wish to meet this upstart. Davidof arrange." Davidof ran up and out of the cave into club hex. The sons of the rich lords were partying not realising that the forked tounged bartenders and waitresses were spreading word of Slanesh, trying to bend people to there cause.

As Davidof approached an enforcer he drew his silenced autopistol. The unfortunmate enforcer felt a sudden shot of heat before collaosing with a hole in his cheast. Davidof approached the tavern and started to ask about the starter of the riot.

Death is death. Live with it. Harry.

Reply author: Inquisitor wood
Replied on: 17/12/2003 13:35:40
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Inquisitor Nade watched as enougher Inquisitorial shutle landed in the space port, the first was not Ro Hymunins but he was not sure about this one. He picked up his waepons and headed out of his room.

+++At the space port+++
Nade sat in the resturant on the upper floor, he looked over the railings now and then at the lower floor. a waitress aproached him,
"Can i get you anything sir?"
"Yes, you could get me a glass of water and todays paper, please"
"certinatly sir"
The girl wandered off. Nade still looked at the lower floor, Ro was still not visible. The girl returned with the things that Nade had ordered.
"Thank you" said Nade,
He began to read the paper, his pub riot had already made the front page, he hoped that the planets news would give him some clue as to why all these inquisitors were ariving. he turned the page and read the title, "Decapitated man found: Aribites suspect cult". 'Maybe thats why they are here' thought Nade. he drank his water. Then out of the corner of his eye he saw what he had been wating for, Ro Hymunin walked through the lower level, people moved away as his huge power armoured form came hulking past. Nade stood up and drew his stubber, it magazine full to capacity with some man stopper shells,
"I knew you would come looking for me you fool" Nade shouted down to Ro.
"There is no escaping the emporers justice sinner" Ro shouted back.
Ro raised his bolt gun and fired three shots at Nade, two of them flew wide and thr third clipped the railings and detonated just before it hit nade. Nade returned fire, two manstopper shells impacted on Inquisitor Hymunins armour, but failed to penatrate.
"You can not harm me sinner, for the emporer looks over me!"
Nade shot one last time, the shell caught Ro just above the knee cap and caused him to jerk to the side, the next time Ro looked up Nade was gone. He would let him go this time, but when the two met again there would be a reconing....

Fear is only a word!

Reply author: Stryde
Replied on: 17/12/2003 14:14:18
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Juxt hefted the pack onto his back. Some various weaponry and Stryde's tech-arm was conceled within. He wasn't able to conceal his great frost blade from the ship though, he would have to make do if anything came to that.

She had ordered them to wear their noble finery from the ship, with good cause. Silos had given Quirrick one of his as well, the perfect disguise to blend in. She never liked flashing her rosette unless absolutely necessary. Her purple silk flowed as she wisked toward the bar.

Silos had donned his ancient spectacles that did little to correct his vision, and Juxt's pressed suit couldn't hide his true purpose: obvious bodyguard. That was fine, noble's needed their guard as well as Inquisitors. Unfortunately, word would start to spread that an Inquisitor had taken root in this particular place.

She was still unsure about this, so she listened quietly. She let her comrades speak and produced little input herself. Basically, she figured, this is Mikael's show, let's see how I can help. I have some more resources closer at hand, and the beauty of this world shouldn't come to destruction if we work quickly and efficiently.

=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos

[VanHelser]

Reply author: khornes_rage
Replied on: 17/12/2003 14:48:05
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Inquisitor Ro Hymunin grunted and holstered his boltgun. He made his way past the whimpering citizens, heading to the main security room.
As he cleared the crowd a pair of security guards stepped infront of him, autopistols drawn.
"Halt in the name of the Emperor!" one said.
Ro gently swung his offline powerfist, easily knocking the weapon away. He reached out with his free hand to lift the other guard upto his eye level.
"I walk in the name of the Emperor." Ro growled. tossing the man out of his way, Ro continued his walk.
The other guard stepped in front of Ro again, weapons levelled at his head. "I will not warn you again!"
Ro snarled and pulled out his Inquisital Rosette and punched forward, the seal smashing into the guards forehead. "And I spare you only for your loyalty." Ro growled as he continued his walk. "be more aware of your visiting persons."

The Stations security master sat in his chair reading the news-sheet.
He jumped as his door burst inwards from Ro's punch.
Ro stepped into the doorway, his massive frame filling the doors space. "The loyal servant works his hours tirelessly and without self gratification, his only reward the knowledge of doing Lord Emperor's assigned task." he threatened.
The security master kneeled "Forgive me my lord!"
Ro nodded. "Leave here, i need use of your comm channel."
"Yes my lord!" The security master exited the office.
Ro walked over to the comm unit and started typing, letter by letter.

+++ Transmission +++
+++ From: Inquisitor Ro Hymunin +++
+++ To: Inquisitor Jenna Stryde +++
+++ Transmitter: Station Prime; encoded channel +++
+++ Receiver: Routed Direct via Dropship ref 25369-i-d +++
+++ Thought for the Day: A little bit of Knowledge is not as dangerous as a little bit of ignorance +++

Hail Inquisitor.

Jenna, I trust the Emperor has treated you well.

It has been too long Jenna, do you remember Virlan? How we fought!

I have arrived at Denopsis; I am hunting a Fallen Inquisitor by the name of Nade. More information in attached datafiles.

News is there is trouble brewing here; i fear heresy in paradise.

Should you wish, I will be at the "golden sands" beach at 14:00 should you wish to discuss these times.

May He watch over you,

Inquisitor Ro Hymunin

+++ END +++

as the transmission sent, Ro cleared out the logs.

He stepped out of the office to find the Security master stood in the corridor, a medic stitching up his face.
The man coughed. "My lord..."
Ro looked at the man's white features "What happened?"
The man spat blood into a cloth. "An Inquisitor. He just shot two of my men and escaped on a shuttle to the planet sir. I came straight away."
The medic looked angry at the master "You should have come to med bay and sent a runner."
Ro smiled. "The Emperor moves in unusual ways master medic. This man has been poisoned." Ro grabbed the medic's datapad and scrawed the file referance for the toxin Nade had used on him last time they met. "The antidote's information is there. Seccurity Master Mannis, for your actions i judge you worthy of repention. Hail the Emperor."
"He be praised!" The pair of them answered. Ro nodded and headed to his own shuttle. He had appointments on the surface to deal with...

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Poor controller technique will not be tolerated! It can lead to M4D 8347D0WNZ... 8347D0WNZ SU><0R!
The console is the conduit for the soul.
The controller is your gateway. Live thru it. Feel thru it.
You must be one with your game pad.
The only way to destroy your opponent is to pour your very life and soul into it.
If you do not, you will be R0><0R3D by the forces of Darkness that plague our world!
ph34r them! for they walk amongst us!

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Reply author: CommisarFelixLothar
Replied on: 17/12/2003 15:52:11
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Mathra walked back to his hotel room to get his weapons, his feet giving off a rhythmical tapping as he walked across the cobblestones. The Arbite's investigation had found little phorensic evidense, save for signature cuts on several body's veins. Mathra doubted that this was the work of the heretical merchant, but whatever it is, it was worth looking into...

In His Name,
Commisar Felix Lothar

Reply author: Inquisitor wood
Replied on: 17/12/2003 19:12:25
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"So, Inquisitor Ro Hymunin is here. If he gets in my way i will kill him." though Nade. He reached for his towl and wiped the shaving foam off his face. This planet disgusted him, the fat and the rich all came here to spend thier corupt money and none of the so-called pure Inquisitor had any idea of what was realy going on here. Inquisitor Nade walked out of the bathroom and sat on his bed next to his gun. He picked it up and removed the magazine, then began reloading it again. He spent the next 30 minutes purifying his armour and weapons. Then he lay down to get some rest. he was awoken by the sound of shouting outside his room. He put his head out into the corridor. Outside were two drunk men fighting, if thats what you would call it. Nade went back into his room Nade put his robes back on over his black kaki trousers. he reached for his trench coat and weapons then he left the room. he walked past the two drunk men in the hall way and delivered a sharp and fast elbow to one of thier jaws. he left the building and headed into the street.
Nade caught a taxi to down town, he got out and walked down one of the back streets. He came across the place he was looking for 'Blue Marelies Licenced Guns' he walked inside. Nade aproached the front desk, there sat a hunched man with a patch on one eye and a scar across the other. Nade could clearly make out a bulge in tha mans jacket which he knew was some sort of holstered pistol. the man saw that Nade was armed,
"What the hell do yoo think yar doin cumin in 'ere wid all o' 'em weapons?" The man pulled the pistol out of his holster and pointed it at Nade. In a flash Nade pulles out his own pistol and shot the mans gun out of his hand. The man reached for a shot gun, strapped under the desk. Nade put both his hands on the handle of his gun and aimed at the mans head,
"If you reach any further, I'll blow your brains out!", the man stopped and put his hands in the air. Nade continued,
"I am not here to kill you or rob you. I am here to do buissnes with you"
Nade pulled a small leather pouch out of his pocket and pored some gold coins on the desk,
"Now, what is your name, and what can you get me for this amount of gold?"
The man looked shocked at the amount of gold on the table,
"I'm Mareli, an fur dat lot a gold a can get ya what ever yoo are lookin for, two of what ever you are lookin fur, infact".
"Well then, show me your best weapons" said Nade.
the man walked out from behind the desk and walked over to a shelf. he picked up a very ornate revolver and passed it to Nade,
"Dis is our best sellin hand gun, de wait is offset by its reliability yoo see"
Nade shofted the gun around in his hands,
"It better be pretty damn reliable to off set this wait"
The man looked at him and smiled, revieling several silver teeth and several black teeth,
"Oh yeah its the most reliable han gun we got, an I'll tell ya what' for that amount a money i can get yoo 9 of these an a whole bunch of ammo, though I'm not quit sure what you would wnt 9 o them for"
Inquisitor Nade looked at him blankly, then he said,
"this is indeed a fine hand gun, but what do you stock in the way of rifles?"
The man suddenly rushed over to another shelf and waved Nade over,
"This ere is da best rifle we got, it does full auto and semi," he picked up a well made assault rifle and handed it to Nade, "Its called a G4m3, very very deadly"
Nade ispected the gun and passed it back to the man,
"I know that this isn't your best riffle"
Nade took another pouch of gold out of his coat and handed it back to the man. The man looked flabagasted,
"oh, oh no certanaitly not, come wid me out bak" the man rushed to a door at the back of the shop and went through, Nade walked into the other room. The man picked up an alien weapon and smiled proudly at it, he passed it to Nade then said,
"This is one of them Tau thingy weapons, a pulse carbine i think it is, an i git a lot o ammo for it aswell. Its very rare so i'm not sure how many i can give you, but i can give you one of 'em an a whole bunch o ammmo".
Nade looked around the room, it was full of alien weaponry, shurican catapults, pulse weapons and splinter rifles. Nade pulled put his Inquisitorial seal of office, and said,
"How many can i get for this"
Thiry minutes later Nade walked otu of the shop holding a long sports bag that had in it, Two pulse carbines, five revolvers, four G4m3's, two lasguns and a bunch of ammo for all of them. And he still had all of his money, he walked back to his room again.......
(OOC: Lord Skroll, could you please edit your post, no one knows that Nade is responsible for the shoot out in the pub the other night, not even the employees know his name. You can keep your post mostly the same, just dont say Nade's name because your character doesn't know it yet. )

Fear is only a word!

[VanHelser]

Reply author: BrotherXanthron
Replied on: 17/12/2003 19:41:44
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Melphane needed a lead. The only lead he had is zipped up in a black body bag heading to the denopsis morgue. If only he could find someone who knew something about what was going on.

"Xantcha, we need information. You got any bright ideas."

She wordlessly tossed the young inquisitor a small item. Matches.

"What the hell is this supposed to mean?"

With an angry look, she turns it over and points at the building accross the street. The matches had a fancy "Dalvernio's" on the back. The sign on the building accross the street matched it. Melphane grinned, he may be new at this, but he was glad Mistress Xantcha was along, her streetwise was beginning to pay off.

The outside of the building suggested the fanciness of the inside. They couldn't get in dressed for war, they needed something to wear. He looked down the street and spying a fancy clothing store, he started for it motioning Xantcha to follow.

. . .

The doors to the bar opened and they strode in. His new fancy clothes didn't quite fit him, but at the cost of showing a Seal the price was certainly right. He wore no weapons, but then again his greatest weapon was attached to his arm. Her leather assassin garb scarcely concealed under the dress, her blood-drinking apparatus still in her mouth.

He scanned the room. Nothing seemed to catch his eye although he seemed to be catching a lot of attention. He moved over to the bar, bumping a purple dressed lady on the way over.

"Excuse me I didn't mean to..."

His blind eyes widened slightly as the woman Seal passed through his clairvoyance. Quickly recovering he stood up.

"Ehem...This is Lady Xantcha and I am Maraxis Melphane, I is an honor to meet you...and you are?"

The woman looked slightly baffled.

"...Stryde."

"Lady Stryde is it? I'm sure we'll get along fine. Oh look at the time, time to go."

He almost couldn't keep from running out.

. . .

"Blast it! Xantcha!!"

The assassin glided over.

"Get this thrice damned tie off my neck, I swear the man who invented them was a Slaanesh worshipper who got off on people chocking on these damned things."

Xantcha puts her face next to his and with a quick snap of her extended canines she severed the tie from his neck.

"And this problem about the other inquisitor. Why is she here. Me? I doubt it. Perhaps you should pay them a visit. Alone. And in the dark. Work you magic and gather what info you can. If they catch you, dissapear and meet me at the the Golden Sands Beach tommorrow sometime after 1200 hours. Otherwise return here when you have found info of use. Understood?"

She was gone before he turned around. Melphane sighed, this might be disaster flirting with him again. He hated that.



"There is a time when destiny chooses a people and forces them into action! This is the time! We are that people! This is our action! Charge!!"
- Dark Angel Brother Xanthron addressing the Mordian Iron Gaurd during the Necron counter assault on Icharius IV

Reply author: Lord Skrolk
Replied on: 17/12/2003 20:32:43
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Davidof walked into Club Hex and down into the cavern.
"I couldn't find him master," he said,"he had left by the time i got there."
"You failed me. I don't like failures."
"Master forgive me. We can arange something."
"You go invite the possible recruits down here. Now do it."
Davidof ran into the club and invited the likly cultists down into the back room. As they entered they fell to there knees at the sight of the sword glowing with warp energy.
"Get up,"shouted Mordantas,"you will not die if you swear service to my divine master, the prince of plesure."
One of the recruits stood up and said"I will join...master"
He was quickly followed by others. Within a minute all all of the men had stood and were brought over to the sword where they knelt and swore to serve Slaneesh in there life and death, severing all ties to family and the false emporer. They were given robes and weapons and joined the ranks swelling them to close to 300.

OOC:wood how about Nades next riot being in Club Hex

Death is death. Live with it. Harry.

Reply author: Van Helser
Replied on: 17/12/2003 21:02:13
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Dufaux returned from the bar with the latest newspaper, again a rarity - real paper was not easy to come by and here it was wasted in a throw away document. She slid it over the table to Van Helser. News of the gunfight was splashed all over the front page.

'Very interesting,' he said as he scanned over the page, 'the riot was started by the workers.'

'What do you mean?' Dufaux asked him.

'I was expecting the lower classes to be the most reserved,' he answered. 'The problem here is the nobles, throwing away their money and now dabbling in the dark powers... but now I find that the workers are revolting against the Emperor's good will and order too. This is not good.'

'You're right,' Dufaux said after a moments pondering, 'there was no problem with the workers until this. Something must have changed. Perhaps they have got wind of their masters' ambitions and are doing something about it?'

'Maybe, but surely the Arbites would have reacted against the cults by now,' Van Helser countered. 'No, it can't be that. Something has changed. But what?'

'Maybe someone has arose to lead them?'

'Lead them against what? This rebellion, if we can even call it that yet, seems very random. I don't like it, Helena, I don't.'

Stryde approached them looking very puzzled. 'Some guy just came up to me,' she said, 'introduced himself, and then bolted.'

'Yet another odd occurence...' Van Helser said quietly

Reply author: Inquisitor wood
Replied on: 17/12/2003 21:53:48
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Inquisitor Nade layed all the weapons that he had gathered out on the floor of his room, he had, four las pistols, two auto guns, two shot guns, four G4m3's, 8 revolvers, 5 lasguns and two very rare pulse carbines. He checked that all the parts fitted and worked. nade already had a few followeres but now he could arm even more. He left the weapons and went out.
The streets were full of people going to blow thier money in the night clubs, already there were many drunks roaming the streets shouting at each other.
Nade walked into one night club, 'Club a la Dritia'. He was here to gain more followers, he had his own stubber and two more revolvers on him. He sat down at a table. He watched disgustedly as one of the drunks harrassed a young waitress. The waitress ran off. Nade noticed that some of the other staff were looking angrily at the drunked man who was laghing and feel ing very proud of himself. Nade got up and walked over to the man, he picked up the empty glass that the man had been drinking from. The man taunted him,
"Are yoo an..other of dem waitre...zez, d'yu wan' me ta pinhc yoor arse as..."
The man was stopped before he could finish the sentance, Nade threw the glass in his face and finished him off with a lightning fast uppercut to the jaw. He grabbed the half consiece man by the neck and dragged him to the bar,
"I believe that this drunken foll ows a member of your staff an apologie"
The man at the bar nodded and looked at enougher bar man. The second bar man went into a back room and emerged with the waitress.
The drunk man imediatly recognised her,
"'Ello gor..ges, did yoo mizz meeeurgh!"
Nade slammed the mans face into the bar and shouted,
"Apologies right now you drunken oath" he smashed the mans face into the bar again," APOLOGIES!"
The man looked up bleeding from the mouth,
"Zorry"
Nade dropped the man over the bar. Two employees took the man out back to see to his wounds and to make sure he didn't talk about this to anyone. The bar man turned to Nade,
"Thankyou sir, we have problems like this all the time but no one ever does anything about it, not even the boos, all he says is that if the punters are paying then we're thier property. But you, you are a good man, I can tell".
"Thank you, i was reading the paper this morning, about what those employees in that tavern did, It seem like they had the right idea"
"Yeah, and the Arbites cant find them, i wouldn't mind blowing some of these folks brains out"
"So why dont you? That man you got out the back, no one would miss him and the music would drown out the noise"
"I tell you, if i had a gun i would!"
"I've got a gun, you could borow it if you want"
"Yeah, yeah i might just do that, cheers budy"
Nade handed the gun over, and the man concieled it inside his waste coat. The man walked out into the back room. Nade turned and looked at the dancing crowd. There was so much hate on this world, maybe it wasn't paradise after all. Nade was suprised at how easily he could turn the hatred into murder lust. He jaerd a slight bang but it was drowned out by the music. The man came back out, smiling, he handed Nade his weapon back,
"Thank you sir, if there is anything i can do for you, then let me know"
"There is something you can do for me,"
"What, I'll do anything, anything"
"Well, Sware your aligence to me, so that when the time comes that i need you i know that you will not let me down."
"Yes, certanatly"
"Thank you".
Nade turned and left the club, once again he walked back to his room.....
(OOC: sorry Lord Skroll, I'll let the other inquisitors find your club before i make an appearebce there, and I'm still trying to get some followers at the moment.)

Fear is only a word!

[VanHelser]

Reply author: cardinalBehr
Replied on: 18/12/2003 00:24:58
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Major Psylo arrived in the darkness of the night, several servants followed close behind carrying the major's luggage

psylo wore his usual suit and tie, dampended from the humidity of the paradise world

"in the trunk" Psylo ordered before climbing into to the back seat of the limo.

"we have a problem psylo" the arbite cheif mumbled sheepishly under his breath

"you have a problem, Not me, You are a worthless excuse for an Imperial Servant, If The Emp-"

"NOW HEAR HERE-" the cheif started

"NO YOU LISTEN, YOUR ARBITES ARE THE JUST AS GOOD AS ANY OTHERS ACROSS THE GALAXY,THEY WHERE ALL RAISED IN THE SAME SCHOOL AND ALL UNDERWENT THE SAME TRAINING, YOU HAVE THIS PROBLEM, NOT WE!" Psylo calmed down lowering his voice "Arbites are the finist soldiers of imperial faith, each one pure of heart and un-shakable in faith, Loyal and devout in there cause, Decades of training and conditioning makes them who they are"
Psylo paused once more
"You, You are a sad excuse for a cheif, you know that something is going on, you know that it isn't good, and you can't solve it your self! you have to send off world for me..."

the cheif adjusted his coat and glanced outside into the night at the escort that followed tightly.

"fine soldiers they are" he finally mustered "What do i do psylo, what"

"Leave it to me cheif, within a week this will all be over"



psylo sat in his hotel room across from the space port glancing over the reports,
'Intresting, shoot out downstairs, not even two da-' Psylo's concentration was ruined as another large freighter pulled in rattling the entire hotel knocking psylo's coffee onto the floor

"CURSED PLANET!" Psylo shouted aloud gazing at the distant spaceport near the horizon.

A few minutes later there was a knock on his door, 'Blasted' Psylo cursed

"YES!" he shouted, his voice full of anger.

psylo was answered a few seconds later by an attendent, probably sent to see everything was alright "I-I am assured that there will be no more flights tonight sir!" the attendent shouted through the door.

"Thank you" Psylo hissed through his teeth as he fell back wards onto his bed, falling asleep at last.

Servant of the God-Emperor and his holy church, Inquisitor Jodl

Reply author: CommisarFelixLothar
Replied on: 18/12/2003 05:36:27
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Mathra jammed a magazine into his bolt-pistol. The old Inquisitor had arrived back at his hotel room, and he and his men were making sure that they were prepared for whatever the hell was going on on this planet. The girl from Biria, Besmira, sat on the chair nearby, wearing her usual blue cloak.
"Besmira, I need you to find out whatever you can on the streets. I want to know exactly what is going on here, and if our man is behind it."
She turned torwards the door, ready to head out.
"And Besmira, take this."
Mathra said as he passed her a needle pistol he had been given by the Governor of Nemesis Tessera for his actions. It was a noce weapon, engraved with silver. It's bullets were filled with a deadly poison used by the Governor's own guards that broke down the bone of it's victim at an extremely deadly rate. While there were only four shots, he was sure she wouldn't have to use them. But if he had learned one thing as an Inquisitor, it was to always expect the unexpected...

OOC: Hey Wood, did you kill the merchant or just flash him your rosetta, as he could very easily be the reason Mathra's pn this world. (Unless that was already your plan in which case thanks. )

In His Name,
Commisar Felix Lothar

Reply author: Lord Skrolk
Replied on: 18/12/2003 08:44:35
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Mordantas sat up on the balcony looking down on the dancing young nobles, blood shot eyes from drugs and alcohol. He waved to his mento bring down some people for sacrificing. A group of trench coat wearing cultists, the people he had started this with, walked into the room and sheparded people out and into the back.

Davidof waited in the back room and when the prisoners entered and the door closed he pulled out his auto pistol. All the trench coat wearing men also pulled out silenced submachine guns. THe drug suddenly wearing off the young people felt fear. The drug sold ridded themof there memory but once shown into the backroom the powerful psycic energy removed the effects. Marching them down to the cave where they were made kneel in front of the sword. Mordantas took out his power whip and laughed in plesure as he whipped the prisoners.



In the warp a being felt the pull strengthen of the tortured souls used to draw it back from the warp. It kept following the path which was growing stronger as the ammount of tortured souls increased paving the way for a Keeper of Secrets.

Death is death. Live with it. Harry.

Reply author: Van Helser
Replied on: 18/12/2003 14:26:57
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Quirrick and Silos had challenged each other to a drinking game and were making more noise than the other patrons of the club cared for. Van Helser strode over to them and removed the bottle from the table.

'Hey, what are you doing?' Quirrick slurred.

'You've had too much Alexei,' Van Helser said loudly, 'we need to keep a low profile, and this isn't helping,' he added quietly. Quirrick and Silos took the hint and called the game a draw.

Dufaux and Stryde were also enjoying a conversation, Van Helser had thought they'd get on; both women in their twenties, both with numerous bionic enhancements. Van Helser approached them.

'How would you feel about a little espionage this evening?' Van Helser asked the pair. 'I need Club Hex fully scouted out, and I... I am a little to advanced in age to fit in somewhere that like, but you two... How about it?'

Dufaux looked at Stryde. 'I don't know about Jenna, but I am in,' she said.

Stryde pondered. Van Helser hoped she would accept the mission.

Reply author: BrotherXanthron
Replied on: 18/12/2003 19:21:08
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Mistress Xantcha seemed to melt out of the shadow. Her grace still amazes him after all this time. Her strides neat and she always walked on the balls of her feet, ready for anything. She slapped him suddenly.

"What the..."

She didn't need to explain. His mind had began to wander into he gutter and his facial expression must have betrayed his thoughts. She immediatly caresses his cheek where she had slapped him, apologizing.

"Melphane" Her voice was soft, almost a whisper "The woman you encountered is Jenna Stryde. She is under command of an Inquisitor Van Helser. They mentioned that the Bar incedent was caused by a riot. Also they are going to infiltrate a bar called 'Hex'"

Melphane produces a small blood package, 'liberated' by him from the hospital this morning.

"You've done well. I want to see what this Van Helser is up to. Let's go check out the place."

Xantcha shifted uneasily, rare for her to act such.

"What is it?"

"Hex"

"I don't understand?"

"Hex, Six"

"Six..."

"I went to the bar already."

"You move fast...Wait back that up. Xantcha you are brilliant. Six. Hex. I see what you were trying to say. It all comes together. Of course. So what say we start a party of our own."

Xantacha's grin was noticable, even under her leather mask. Melphane cheked the rounds in his bolt pistol.

"A Slaanesh cult in the middle of the rich folk's paradise. This is going to be fun. By the way Xantcha, how did you figure it out?"

She reaches into one of her pouches and produce a small package. Melphane studied the package for a second.

"Hallucinogens. Makes sense now."

Mistress Xantcha produces some darts, the traces of the Hallucinogen could be seen along their edges. Melphane laughed, this was going to be very interesting.

"Now where is this Van Helser and when is he going to infiltrate the bar."

The assassin moves purposefully toward the city, beckoning for Melphane to follow.

"There is a time when destiny chooses a people and forces them into action! This is the time! We are that people! This is our action! Charge!!"
- Dark Angel Brother Xanthron addressing the Mordian Iron Gaurd during the Necron counter assault on Icharius IV

[VanHelser]

Reply author: Inquistitor Voke
Replied on: 18/12/2003 21:14:55
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Voke stode off the shuttle and it blasted back into orbit behind him. It's powerful engines causing dust to go into an ateficial tornado blasting into his eyes and ears. his cloak tried to escape him and become part of the tornado but it wasn't long before the shuttle had moved far enough for it's engine to not even move a single speck of dirt. To his right Ela, his oldest, most trusted companion. Ela had two bolt pistols and a shotgun. She had a laser sight attached to the side of her head. She was also carrying several grenades, frag, smoke and krak. She had kraken and hellfire bolter shells in her bolt pistol and hellfire shots in her shotgun. Her ice blue eyes wandered left and right taking in what was around. Her brown hair fell to her shoulders were it started to curl.Voke trusted Ela not only with his life but with the fates of planets. She caught his gaze and gave him a small smile and a wink. No one else he knew would do that to him. No one else had lived long enough to dare to do it.

To his right was Eswt. The blade edge of his group. Eswt was from a feral planet were use of a blade was required for servival. The only weapons they had were steel blades and they were often invaded by orks. The planet lived in tribes. The tribes stuck together in groups and there were groups all over the entire planet. They didn't even stand untied and had always bested the orks, time and time again. They had managed by developing a way of fighting, an art; similar in teaching like the old martial arts. And there was one other reason why they had servived; they had evolved; not much, but enough. Humans can never be stronger than orks, but they can be faster. The races reflexes, height, speed and stamina were incrediabl. This was why they had alsways bested the orks; and why Eswt was so useful to him. Her race could even deflect solid ammunition with their blades. She had been teaching the blade for decades but he was still a long way off being anywhere near as good as her; but he was good enough.

Behind all three stood a large crate. 7' by 7'; no marking other than "2507". Voke cursed. The warp was unpredictable for transport and he had arrived two days after Van Helser. Van Helser who Voke so badly needed to question. But there was something else. Voke could feel it in his bones; there was choas here. Alot. He would be here longer than he though. Voke sauntered into the city, followed by his companions; intent on finding his prey.




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

[VanHelser]

Reply author: Inquisitor wood
Replied on: 18/12/2003 21:18:57
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Inquisitor Nade aproached another night club, Club Hex. He went inside and sat down at a stool. The cent of the club was calming and relaxing, it seemed worm and beconed Nade to stay. He sat watching the crowd as he normally did, soon he would have enough followers. A bar man aproached him,
"Can I help you ssir"
Nade turned around, at the back of his mind he wondered why the man seemed to his. It must be his accent,
"Yes, I'd like a dry whisky please"
Nade took in the mans features, he was pale but had bright lips and inviting purple eyes, his skin was smooth with no impurities and his teeth were perfect. Nade was puzzled, this was an average worker yet on this planet he could afford to 'appear' to be in perfect condition,
Nades thoughts were inturupted by the barman,
"Sssertanatly ssir"
"No wait, actualy I've got buissness to do, I must leave"
Nade stood up,
"Very well, good by ssir, pleasse come again".
Nade walked out of the club, he was puzzled. The worker was in imaculate condition apart from being a little pale, and had a disturbing his. The thing that freaked Nade out the most was the forked tongue that Nade had caught a glimpse of when the bar tender was talking to him. Suddenly it all made sense, the smell, the hiss the forked tongue and more importantly Club Hex, six. There was a cult of Slaanesh opperating right under the noses of the local authorities. This complicated matters, he walked back to his hotel room to think things over.

+++In the hotel room+++
Nade was puzzled, what would he do, he could maybe use the cult to further his cause but if he gave them too much power they could take the world,, Nade wanted change but not chaos, he was still loyal to the emporer after all. Nade did a quik mind scan of the building, looking for answeres. In one room he found a mind that wa full of the lust to drink blood, there was another mind in the room, the mind of some one trained to resist. Nade tried to push deeper to find out who this was, he could only clearly make out one thing, Inquisitor. It wasn't Inquisitor Ro Hymunin, but some one else. This complicated things futher.....

Fear is only a word!

Reply author: cardinalBehr
Replied on: 19/12/2003 03:24:56
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Psylo woke up in a cold sweat, his whole body shivered, his sweat beeded on his forehead, rolling down his face leaving a icy trail as they fell.

"In the Emperors name, unholy things are taking place" psylo whispered to himself as climbed out of bed.

walking to padio and pulling back the heavy drapes, he could see the sun rising in the distance, the sky for now, was blood red, never a good sign.

Psylo grunted and climbed into his clothes, after a quick mental check of the room psylo made his way out, down the ornate staircase to the expanse of the lobby.

New carpet had been put in over night, the old had the stain of blood in it, probably from a few nights earlier, or when ever it happend. Psylo forced his way past an eager, but sleepy attended, finally making it out into the brisk morning air.

with little cloud cover the night before things had completly cooled off, with the unusaly mixture of air Psylo could see his breath despite the... comftrable tempeture.

"a day in paradise" Psylo laughed to himself as he bent down to pick up a copy of the news that had been sitting at the top of the stairs. Sitting down, psylo began to flip through the pages while keeping watch of those who passed by.

Arbites find six more dead, death count so far, 32.

Psylo grunted angerly "trying to cause a panic" he mumbled to himself "where was the minister of propaganda when this was written."

With the sun now fully above the roofs of the near buildings, people began entering the streets grogilly searching aimlessly for someplace open for breakfast.

Psylo chuckled silently to him self, He has remembered the days when he was young, get drunk at night, fall asleep at some ones place, wake up not knowing who they where, and then stumbling out, trying to find your own place and a spot to eat.

psylo chuckled at the thought of enjoying such a simple life again, those things where past him now, ever since his familly died, now he was a retired arbite cheif, sitting on a bench infront of an expensive hotel reading the news.

"I gotta do something" Psylo mumbled at last folding his paper up.

he stood and did a little stretch before throwing on his over coat and slowly making his way down the side walk,

Servant of the God-Emperor and his holy church, Inquisitor Jodl

Reply author: Stryde
Replied on: 19/12/2003 08:03:04
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The crackle of her vox-link broke Jenna's concentration.
"...My Lady. An Inquisitor Ro Hymunian wishes an audience. 14:00 at Golden Sands..." a militant voice spoke.
She fingered her link, "Thank you, reply that I'll be there."
"...Yes, Lady. I will send the attached datafiles secured. Security out," her seargent spoke cautiously with her.
Ro Hymunian. It had been a few years since she had seen him. Many Inquisitors here, perhaps he could help.

"Fine, Mikael, I'll go. It appears we may have another ally planetside. I'm afraid I will not be able to stay long in Hex, but I will scout what I can. Your acolyte may learn a thing or two about subterfuge," she gave a wry wink to Mikael. "I'll change into something more, revealing. I suggest she does the same. I'll be ready in 5." Juxt followed her to the restroom where she hefted the pack from him and disappeared from the main room.

A few moments later, Juxt returned to the tables and sat next to Silos and Quirrick. "Lady Stryde has ordered us to stay with Brother Van Helser. We are to await orders from her and follow him." Silos, handling his alcohol well, smiled and shook his head, "Typical."

Jenna returned to the tables wearing a fine violet cut of silk which beared her midriff. A perfectly matching silken skirt traced her young body, cut on one side to bear a slender, athletic leg up to her hip. Not exactly working gear, or conservative for that matter. Her face had little make-up, some purple eye shadow and lipstick. Sea green eyes smiled with life, framed by her short blonde, orange and purple hair. Apparently she hadn't always been an Inquisitor and it showed. She was stunning.

Juxt's face blanched, Silos laughed, Quirrick's eyes shot open.
"I'm ready," was all she said, reading the faces of obvious approval.

=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos

Reply author: khornes_rage
Replied on: 19/12/2003 11:30:36
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Inquisitor Ro Hymunin strode heavily down the streets of the town, heading toward the beach. At his heavy footsteps many people gasped and moved out of the way.
As Ro walked by a restaurant a drunken noble stepped out of the doorway backwards, swearing and cursing. He turned and impacted into Ro, expensive wine splashing Ro's armour.
"Get the Eye out of my way, grox lover!" the man slurred, squinting up at Ro's massive frame.
He saw Ro's eyes narrow in anger. "One chance to repent." Ro's quiet voice floated over the silent street.
"Why sshould ah?" the man slurred.
"To waste His Emperors beverages is to waste His resources. To wander the street inebriated is an afront to His all seeing eyes. To assault His servant is to assault him." Ro's voice kept getting louder and angrier
"Werl... whatya gonna do tuff guy? huh?" The man poked Ro's chestplate.
Ro growled "Heretic!" and punched out with his left arm, connecting with the man's chest, sending the man flying down the street.
Ro drew a seal marked "citereH" and stomped toward the man. The seal, activated by a small stud on the side, began glowing. Ro grabbed the fallen man and pressed the seal to the drunks forehead. The noble began screaming and the smell of burning flesh filled the area.
Ro dropped the drunk and put the seal away.
The word was swollen pink on the mans forehead, but Ro knew it would be readable within hours.

Ro continued he walk down to the sands, saying a prayer thanking the Emperor at how beautifal the scene was as he stepped onto the clean golden sand, a gust of cool wind contrasting the hot sun.
Ro smiled and breathed in deeply. And he stood, gazing out across the waves, reciting His Emperors Praise queitly to himself, enjoying that moment, possibly the only time when Chaos could not corrupt.

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The console is the conduit for the soul.
The controller is your gateway. Live thru it. Feel thru it.
You must be one with your game pad.
The only way to destroy your opponent is to pour your very life and soul into it.
If you do not, you will be R0><0R3D by the forces of Darkness that plague our world!
ph34r them! for they walk amongst us!

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[VanHelser]

Reply author: cardinalBehr
Replied on: 19/12/2003 16:10:25
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Psylo heard the drunken scream of pain echoing through the morning air, instinctivly he broke into a run. He ran three blocks through the crowded walkways to find a man on the ground grabbing his head crying.

"NOTHING TO SEE HERE!" the aged arbite cried out pulling out his ornate 'badge'

the crowd mumbled knowing that they didn't want to get on the judge's bad side.

when most people where gone Psylo moved over the drunken man angerly, Giving him a good boot in the ribs Psylo shouted at the man "Worthless sniviling drunk, who did this"

the man was about to respond when psylo interupted "Why should i care! Eh? you going to pay me off? You, a filthy rich drunk, that thinks they can just go around night to night getting drunk, treatin evry one else as if they poor, and nothing more than a pile of Grox-"

Psylo stopped getting a grip on himself, the man still on the ground

"GET UP! AND LOOK AT ME!" Psylo screamed kicking the man again in the side.

Slowly the man forced his way to his feet and forced his hands to his side. "I say" Psylo mumbled out as he stared at the mans head wound.

"Who did this?"
"I thought you didn't care" the drunken man grumbled
the arbite growled and grabbed the man by a fist full of hair bringing him close "Your right, i don't care 'bout you. I care 'bout who ever did this though. Now enless you wanna end up in some sort of medical institution you better speak"

the drunken man starting to sober up a bit and looked shock at the idea of be threatened. Psylo tightened his grip causeing the man to yelp in pain

"H-He went on about the Emperor, About i was an unworthy servant, wasteing his resources or such. something about repenting"

Psylo Growled in frustration and through the man to the ground.

"Your service to the Emperor will always be remembered" Psylo grumbed hardly audible, and walked off the arbite station.

'could it be a member of the holy Inquisition?' Psylo thought to himself as he walked the crowded streets. 'but why here, why now as things heat up. it is but a small cult uprising, surly no need for the inquisition...yet'

Psylo stopped and had a seat putting his head in his hands

"Argh" he sighed and started to massage his temples

"32 dead, possible cult, and possibly an Inquisitor on planet... It doesn't make sense for a small cult, Inquisitors don't play with small things like this, there has to be something bigger" Psylos debated with him self like this for an hour before finally giving up

"Blasted Inquisition!" he screamed into the streets.
several people stopped and stared at the man sitting on the bench, but Psylo didn't care he was enraged. He walked on through the streets looking for answers, anything would do.




Servant of the God-Emperor and his holy church, Inquisitor Jodl

Reply author: BrotherXanthron
Replied on: 19/12/2003 18:03:03
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"Blasted Inquisition!!"

The shout reached his ears and he winced. To openly defy the Warriors of the golden god. Melphane altered his course, Club Hex could wait, a heretic was walking these streets.

Psylo grumpily stomped around the corner, his face coming into contact with a rosetta. He snarled and backed up.

"You! Why did you do that to the poor drunken bastard."

Before Melphane could reply the assassin drew her blade and held it to the old Arbites adams apple.

"Watch what you say to my master, I've killed for less"

"Xantcha! Put it away. What do you mean 'you'? Do what to what drunken bastard?"

Psylo calmed a little.

"You branded him."

Xantcha leaned over and whispered something into her masters ear. Melphane nodded.

"So another Inquisitor is aboard the same boat. Hmmm...three Inquisitors including myself. Alright Arbite heres the plan. You will work in contact with me. Locate the Inquisitor who done this and report to me at The Shady Oasis, room 45. The Emperor is proud to have servents like yourself, although your overloud statement back there was bordering on heresy."

Melphane turned and slashed open a packet of blood and handing it to the assassin who drank deeply. Melphane cursed, her skills were much appreciated, but her bloodlust was quite another thing. He lead her away, leaving the Arbite to digest the words.

"Come Xantcha, Club Hex awaits us. And hold back that bloodlust, potential allies are not food for your thirst."

Xantcha nodded wiping the blood off her face and replacing the leather mask.

. . . .

The glowing sign of Club Hex was noticable three streets down. They had chosen, however, to hide accross the street in a darkened ally.

"Ok Xantcha, now all we have to is wait for the others to show up."


"There is a time when destiny chooses a people and forces them into action! This is the time! We are that people! This is our action! Charge!!"
- Dark Angel Brother Xanthron addressing the Mordian Iron Gaurd during the Necron counter assault on Icharius IV

Reply author: Van Helser
Replied on: 19/12/2003 21:34:45
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Jenna and Helena chatted vainly as they strolled down the street towards Club Hex. Their revealing clothes revealed more bionics than young ladies should have, but on a world as affluent as this, bionic enhancement was a popular cosmetic procedure, so they did not seem out of place.

They approached the top of the steps that lead down to the club's entrance, two bouncers with stepped to block their path. Both were heavily scarred across the face and what was visible of their arms. Stryde reckoned their whole bodies would show similar markings; it was not uncommon for the worshippers of Slaanesh to ritually inflict pain upon themselves and each other. She also noted bulges under their jackets, which could only be from large pistols.

'If you have any weapons, hand them over now,' the larger one said loudly.

'Armed?' Helena cooed, 'guns are such horrible things. Shame on you for asking!' Both women giggled ridiculously. The second man stepped forward and ran a metal detector over them. The number of bleeps was alarming. 'Don't you see my bionics, you bufoon!' Helena yelled at them while pointing at her augmetic eye.

'Sorry ladies,' the man with the metal detector replied. 'Enjoy your evening.' He opened the doors wide and the undercover Inquisitors got their first taste of Club Hex.

If they were weak willed citizens, the taste would have been good.

Electric dance music shrieked out of vox casters suspended from the ceiling. Lurid pink and purple light displays played over the six walls. Young men and women danced vivaciously on the crowded dancefloor, each wearing combinations of revealing silks, plastic and leather clothes, or even less. Six bars around the club heaved with customers trying to buy hallucinogen laced drinks. Steps lead down to a six sided depression in the centre of the club, where almost unsightly devotion to the Lord of Pleasure was being undertaken.

But they were not weak willed. The taste was foul.

'Come on,' Jenna instructed, 'let's find out just what in the Emperor's name is going on in here.' The descended a spiral staircase to the dancefloor.

Reply author: Lord Skrolk
Replied on: 19/12/2003 22:56:46
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Sitting on the balcony Mordantas looked down on the dancefloor wondering who would be the next to serve the prince.

Death is death. Live with it. Harry.

Reply author: cardinalBehr
Replied on: 19/12/2003 23:21:12
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Psylo marched back to his hotel cursing at the nerve of the inquisitor, thinking they can go where ever they want ordering around who ever.

the arbite chuckled though, he had got some usfull information out of the man, there where three if not more Inquisitors on the planet, and club hex

Psylo grinned as things connected, changing his couse he headed to the arbite HQ.

Servant of the God-Emperor and his holy church, Inquisitor Jodl

[VanHelser]

Reply author: ninjin
Replied on: 19/12/2003 23:37:47
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+++ minutes before +++

From the roof of a derelict building, Inquisitor Beziel watches on with interest at Club Hex using a pair of infra-red binoculars.
Interesting.... It seems to him that the situation has grown rather considerably for the past couple of days. An unlikely uprising by the low-casted ending with 34 dead.... and the Adeptus Arbites not being on top of things...
Just then, he notices two females with bionics enter the club. Just like all other entries into the club, Beziel snaps several digital screen-shots of the two ladies. Interesting, that they have bionics, must be nobles or associates with one with much money or power. Taking snapshots of the area, he places the digi-binoculars and sets it on motion-detect, automatically taking digi-shots at those that enter or leave the building.

Musing to himself that much has happened and there are quite a few inquisitors around lately, he takes out his customized bolt-pistol and begins cleaning, muttering the rites so that the machine spirit may keep the bolt-pistol in good condition. Taking out the cleaning kit, he begins to take the bolt pistol apart piece by piece, cleaning and oiling each crevice, making sure that not one spec of dust or dirt is present.

Satisfied, he reassembles it within a matter of seconds. Taking out the optional parts from a special case made for him by a underground arms dealer, he then attaches the hi-powerflashlight to the side of the pistol via a rail-attachment clamp. Next, he takes out the small yet powerful high-powered laser aiming module, and attaches that as well to the other side of the pisol, right below the barrel. Debating as not whether he may see the need to use the pistol, he decides that as a "Supervisor" of the Imperium's Inquisition he must keep his identity unknown from the other inquisitors... as such decides to replace the boltpistol's barrel with a threaded reciever and takes out a specially crafted supressor from his case.

Screwing the supressor tightly, he makes sure everything is in working order, giving it a run down in polish and a little greasing oil right under the trigger. He hears his digi-binoculars whir a bit an quietly snapping more photos as "customers" seemed to either leave or enter the club. Noticing this camera, he keeps a mental note to check the digi-shots after his maintanance of his bolt pistol. Seeing that all the specially crafted attachments are properly placed on the pistol, he opens another black case from within his bag. This time, its the ammunition case, and replace the standard bolt magazines from within his tactical assault vest with subsonic bolt rounds to further reduce and dampen the signature of his bolt pistol when fired.

Satisfied that all seems to be in working order he puts back all the cases back in to his back-pack. makes sure that his knife's edge is keen sheathes it, and puts the bolt pistol to a specially designed thigh holster, obscuring the shape of the weapon, and camouflaging it from its surroundings.

Deciding to do an on-site recce, he sets the digital binoculars on "auto" and liks it to a small eye-piece, letting him see in real time the what is going on at the entrance of Club Hex.

Getting up, he camouflages and properly hides the spy-digi-binoculars from any possible view and disappears into the shadows, and walks towards club hex.

=I= Inquisitor Beziel =I=

Reply author: BrotherXanthron
Replied on: 19/12/2003 23:39:40
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Seeing the 'Jenna Stryde' woman enter the club, the assassin tapped Melphane on the shoulder, then points at the door. Melphane glanced over, then glanced again letting his gaze linger this time. Xantcha slapped him.

"Right." Melphane recovered "Proceed"

The assassin quickly drew the slender hallucinegen darts and, one, two, in rapid success she threw them into the necks of the bouncer outside the club door. They paused for a brief second before stepping out. Melphane hid his rosetta and with xantcha close behind he marched passed the bouncers.

"Hey, man...look it's the emperor himself...whoa, can I have your autograph"

"Stupid...that's not the emperor...he's purple, the emperor's not purple..."

Xantcha quickly retrived the darts, sucking the blood off before entering the club behind her master.

The sight was not quite what he expected, but one can never truly know what to expect when slaanesh was involved. I should expose them now in the name of the emperor, but now is unopportune, Melphane mused.

Melphane seeming out of place quickly found a dark corner to hide in. Xantcha found a victim, a young tanned male with purple baggy pants. Melphane didn't look but he could hear her feeding on the man behind him, and it made him slightly queezy. The music, or the dancing, or something was causing her to frenzy. He had to get her out of here quick. Melphane turned to grab her shoulder, when he heard a voice, and his heart froze.

"Inquisitor Melphane this is Sister Superior Kelesia, of the Order of the White Rose, do you copy? Inquisitor Melphane respond?"

His vox sounded like a bomb in his ears. Slowly he turned around to face the hoard of Slaanesh cultist facing his way. His mind drawing a blank as to what he should do next.

"Uhh Sister Kelesia...extremely bad timing."



"There is a time when destiny chooses a people and forces them into action! This is the time! We are that people! This is our action! Charge!!"
- Dark Angel Brother Xanthron addressing the Mordian Iron Gaurd during the Necron counter assault on Icharius IV

Reply author: ninjin
Replied on: 19/12/2003 23:50:11
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As the assassin quickly drew the slender hallucinegen darts and, one, two, in rapid success she threw them into the necks of the bouncer outside the club door, they paused for a brief second before stepping out. Their eyes seemed wondering and hallucinating. At the sudden movement and "usual" appearance of the thugs, the digi-camera did not take photos, yet Beziel could not help but noticing the change the thugs had undergone. From watchful to hallucinating...

Interested in this minute piece of detail, Beziel comes to the conclusion that like himself, other inquisitors must be surveilling Club Hex. Deciding to postpone the recce of club Hex, he decides to walk past the front entrance, trying to catch a glimpse of what is going on inside, as a curious and drawn passerby would do, and walks off, without turning his back, trusting that the eye-piece linked to the digi-binoculars would be able to survey the area for him. Although not as good as on-hand recce, he prays that it will be enough. He thinks of the unlikely possibility of someone using a haywire grenade, but banishes the thought as it is unlike anyone would use a haywire grenade in such open area without attracting attention.

he walks on and decides to take a right turn at the next intersection to attempt to return to his observation post.

=I= Inquisitor Beziel =I=

[VanHelser]

Reply author: cardinalBehr
Replied on: 20/12/2003 07:14:51
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Psylo flipped through the city charter looking for more information on club hex... to his suprise the club didn't acctually exist according to the records. Psylo frowned, "this can't be right." he mumbled to himself taking a second look. Again disapointed Psylo returned the charter and sat at a desk and wrote the following on a piece of paper

Inquisitor(s)

Non-existent bar

Possible Slunesh cult

it all linked, just as it always had, the night club was the 'portal' into the slaneesh cult, and the Inquisitor was either here to shut it down, or had more complicated roots in the matter.

Psylo grunted in frustration. If he where an Inquisitor, he would simply walk onto the planet, walk into the cult place a few explosives and leave... Imperial casualties where to be expected, but it would be in and out with out any messy work.

Psylo paced now, he didn't understand the thinking of the Inquisitor(s). All he had to do now, was find out the location of this accursed cult, and bring an Arbite team down on it.

"The Shady Oasis, room 45" Psylo mumbled to himself remembering the 'order' from the Inquisitor, the name sounded familiar but from where?

Psylo searched through the city Charter again, OF COURSE! it was the hotel he was staying at!

Psylo grinned, he would get what he wanted, the planet would be cleansed, he could not leave this in the hands of the Inquisition, he knew to well the corruption that lies in their ranks.

"Call up the Tactical teams, we have an crisis on our hands" Psylo ordered over the Comm

"Can i ask what sir?" the cheif replied

"No, I will breif you and the team when they are ready to go" psylo replied before hanging up on the cheif.



Fifty or so fully armed members of the Adeptus Arbites stood before psylo, as he went over the plan to assault the Shady Oasis.

"There will be five teams, give or take a few" Psylos went on as the holo-display flickered on showing a scaled version of the Shady Oasis.

"team one and two, will land on the roof. Team one will enter through the roof maitnence entrance and then split up searching the rooms of the top floor. Team two will go down the staircase to the oppiset of team one to comb out any one who tries to escape, Team two however will continue down to the second level from the roof, or third from floor level, and follow the same actions as team one" Psylo stopped momentarily to sip his water.

"Team three and four will enter through the front main and back escape doors, team three will move up to clear out the second level while team four holds the lobby and roots out any one who may try and escape the assault. Team five will surround the building and hold a perimeter, this is to take out any one who tries to break in for what ever reason, or people who try to break out through window's balconies ECT."
Psylo took another sip.

"Specialist teams Alpha, Betta, and Omega will be stationed atop these following buildings and will lend sniper cover and an indepth magnified view of the target. You communication specialists will be positioned three blocks away in a unmarked van in the parking lot, you will be the brains behind this, seeing what every seargent see's along with our Specialist teams, you will watch and command the groups, my self, i will be accompanying team 4 in the lobby, those are you orders, get suited up. the assault will commence at 08:00. Remember, any one found running is guilty, purge them as the Emperor would"

"NO MERCY!" came the cry back from the mass of arbites.

Psylo grinned, "you know your orders, you have Aprox. 9 hours till it is time, get rested"




OOC -- the ain;t just normal rent-a-cops or whatever, these guys match imperial storm toopers and comissars, so they wont fall to easily, i don't expect to loose, but i don't expect to do anything but show that i wont be messed around with. my plan is to capture the Inquisitor who comfronted me on the street, and put him through interrogation. it will be a bloody shoot out, with alot of innocent deaths, very few arbite's will be lost and i don't think any Inquisitors/warbandies will get killed (enless some one wants a warbandie to die)... although your not super human, i do expect some injuries on both sides.

i don't see this as powergaming, i see this as a typical response from an aribte cheif to a threat.

it be funner if more inquisitors show up


Servant of the God-Emperor and his holy church, Inquisitor Jodl

Reply author: Stryde
Replied on: 20/12/2003 10:34:13
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OOC: I do hope that's the ENTIRE arbite force as this is a small garden planet.

IC: "Stay close," Jenna muttered to Helena, "if anything happens, we're out of here."
"Look," Helena motioned with her head towards the entrance. A male warrior entered the plex, obviously armed, with a leather-clad woman who immediately latched her face to a club man-slave. The group of bouncer-grunts at the door began to surround the man, obviously he hadn't checked his weapons at the door.

"Keep moving." The females strutted down the stairwell toward the dance floor and away from trouble. A servant approached, "SSSlam? SSSugar? We have ALL your needsss," he held glowing tubes infront of them. Jenna arrogantly waved the cherub-masked man away as she searched the floor for a good mark.

Helena pointed to a table close to the dancefloor. A man in his thirties raised a glass to them, his shirt unbuttoned for the heat in the place. Jenna smiled quickly, noticing the fine jacket he had discarded in the booth next to him and the expensive champagne bottle on the table. "Good a start as any," she mused to the Acolyte, sauntering over to the wealthy patron.

=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos

Reply author: Inquistitor Voke
Replied on: 20/12/2003 13:27:56
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It had taken too long but finally Voke had what he wanted; he knew were Van Helser was hiding. Ela and Eswt had done their job once more. Voke would make sure Van Helser had not strayed but considering he had stolen a choas artefact that wasn't likely; a shame, it was always good to be with another Radical. Ela and Eswt had also found out alot more than he wnated to know as well. It appeared that an uprising was currently going on on this planet. Many people had been killed. It appeared that it seemed like there was a fairly large Slaneesh cult on this planet as well as a few Inquisitor's; including Stryde. Voke had know there was something else going on on this planet the instant he had stepped off the shuttle, he had felt it in his bones; choas. Having fought choas for soo long Voke could feel it when there was a cult on a planet.

Voke was outside the door. Van Helser should be inside. Ela was too his left. Her laser sight switched on and pointed at the door. She had both bolt pistols out and ready. She currently had normally bolts loaded but in a second she could change to her more specialised clips. Hellfire or Kraken. She could fight anyone in any situation. Especially with the assortment of grenades she carried. Eswt was on his right. Power sword out and ready. Her other sword and the assortment of daggers she carried all within arms reach. Her power sword tip was pointed towards the door. Voke could feel that she was tense, every muscle in her body ready to move in an instant. Voke had his daemon sword, Nul'Ra, in a two handed grip. His needle pistol in it's holster but ready. With it's darts coated in a stunning toxin if anyone tried to flee he would be able to stop them. Nul'Ra purred in his hands. It's power had increased since it had destroyed a daemon a few weeks ago. More of the daemons power was leaking from the warp trying to manifest it's self in reality. Pefectly fine. Voke didn't mind the extra wispering it's increased strenght ment.

Voke kicked the door down with one foot and leapt in. Eswt followed him, standing next to him ready for anything. Ela followed more slowly covering both of them. As they rushed in Voke shouted.
"Van Helser do not fight. I wish to question you to determin your purity, hopefully you still tread in the emperors light; if you try to flee or fight you will incriminate youself."
Voke walked through the dust created by the crushing of the door and looking into the room.



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

Reply author: Stryde
Replied on: 20/12/2003 13:42:48
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The place swam into disarray. Patrons stared in surprise. The bartender ducked behind the bar while the bouncer stepped toward the new arrivals. Silos dove to the ground scrambling for the backpack. Juxt flipped the table up, smashing glass to the floor. Quirrick readied his concealed pistols behind the new barracade. Van Helser turned slowly to face the voice who spoke his name.

=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos

[VanHelser]

Reply author: Inquisitor wood
Replied on: 20/12/2003 13:43:51
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Nade lay on his bed in thought, there were other inquisitors on this world now and he had dsicovered a cult of Slaanesh. His weapons were no longer safe in his room with him so he had them handed out to the 40 something rebels that had joined his cause, he had also gained the trust of many of the gangs in the area and they had sworn alligence to him, all together he had about 95 followers so far. He had decided what to do, first he would take care of the Slaanesh cult then he would bring down the government on this world and bring about complete change to the planet, freeing it from the rotting polotics and the High Lords of the failing imperium and make the emporer proud of this world once again.
Nade kept for himself, his stubber, his fully automatic shotgun, his power sword and one of his two new pulse carbines, he had given the other pulse carbine to Stan the freindly barman from the tavern he first viseted upon arival on the coruupt world. He sat on his bed cleaning his stubber, then he reached into his back pack that he took with him every where and pulled out two re-enforced plastic boxes. Out of one box he took a silencer and screwed it tightly onto the barrel of his gun. Pleased with the fit of the silencer he took a laser sight out of the mext box and attached it to the top of the stuuber with the activater stuck in place on the handel, so all he had to do was grip the gun to activate the laser. he tested that it worked then holstered it. He put on his trench coat and left for club Hex.....

Fear is only a word!

Reply author: CommisarFelixLothar
Replied on: 20/12/2003 13:48:41
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Besmira walked down to street, cloak wrapped tightly around her. She carried her needle pistol completely concealed beneath her cloak, making sure she could always draw it in a moment's time. She heard a commotion beginning to sound in the distance. She ran torwards it, gun drawn, to see a man she knew could be only one thing, an Inquisitor, standing at the door of a night club. She ran back to the hotel, eager to tell Mathra.

In His Name,
Commisar Felix Lothar

Reply author: Inquisitor wood
Replied on: 20/12/2003 14:00:10
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Inquisitor nade walked straight past the bouncers, they seemed druged up or something and were gigeling like little school girls. Nade walked up to a balcony to survay the club, to him the stench was terrible, it was the stench of chaos. At this time of day most of the clubs were nearly empty and only opened at night, but here people still danced it was as if they couldn't leave. No of them wanted to leave but if they did they would have struggled, they had become addicted to the scent and the drugs in the drinks, they danced untill they were completely dehydrated and still they kept dancing and wasting more money because they felt like it. This was truly a place of pleasure for the weak willed, they were addicted to the pleasure as an adict is adicted to heroin. Nade felt uneasy and kept his hand firmly on his gun, he had not seen Ro Hymunin for a while and wondered when the two would meet again. He moved over to the bar and watched like he normaly did, survaying the room to best plan his attack later on. The cult wouldn't know what hit them....

Fear is only a word!

Reply author: CommisarFelixLothar
Replied on: 20/12/2003 14:06:56
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"Another Inquisitor?"
Mathra was greatly confused by this new piece of information.
"Aye, Sir. He was standing right in front of a night club."
"Really... Wake Lothar and his men. We're going to find who this mystery man is."

In His Name,
Commisar Felix Lothar

Reply author: Lord Skrolk
Replied on: 20/12/2003 14:24:52
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"Master something is wrong with the bouncers", said Davidof.

Death is death. Live with it. Harry.

Reply author: CommisarFelixLothar
Replied on: 20/12/2003 14:34:36
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OOC: Could someone contact my character and fill him in on what's going on? Please be a Puritan planning on destroying the traitors rather than a radical, as Mathra would probably attack .

In His Name,
Commisar Felix Lothar

Reply author: Inquistitor Voke
Replied on: 20/12/2003 16:13:06
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Ela was standing one on side of the door and Eswt on the other; so no one could shoot them from outside. Eswt took up position to stop anoyone comming in through the door. Ela had both bolt pistols out.

Voke strode down a couple of steps. His black coot flowing behind him. Nul'Ra twitched left and right. Voke had prepared himself and had his full psycic powers ready. To protect him and his companions; and as a weapon if needed. Voke remebered the last time Van Helser had had a psykic battle with him, he had been embarised and stunned because he had not prepared his defences properly; not this time! Voke started to move towards Van Helser. Voke could tell that Ela had him in her sights without even looking at her: the laser sight attatched to the side of her head had found Van Helser. It's destinctive dot was placed on his head.

What mattered for the moment was Van Helser and the choas crystal he had; after this Voke would start his purging of the cult. Van Helser; for the moment, was more dangerous than cult, especially if he had strayed from the Emperor's path. Voke knew Van Helser had a daemon sword and might even have a daemonhost; and if he intented to use the choas crystal then the cult really wouldn't matter; it would be destroyed along with the rest of the planet, if Van Helser wanted. Voke was tense, Van Helser's next words could decide the fate of an unknown ammount of lives. Voke's hands tensed, Nul'Ra silinced- quite before the storm; Van Helser's mouth started to move.



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

Reply author: ninjin
Replied on: 20/12/2003 16:15:18
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The digi camera whirred and silently begane snapping more photos. Its therma-imaging clearly defining the temperature of these inquisitors were above ordinary citizens, and with cold blue and green in shapes of weapons. Beziel quickly walked into the shades and began examining what he just saw from his eye-piece.
Interesting... from what he saw on the photographs, there should be at least 3 parties of inquisitors inside the Nightclub Hex. Damnit, he muttered, this would mean that things are going on inside the club, and the digi-camera was by no means powerful enough to penetrate throught he plascrete walls.

Yet he knew that both entrances would be watched by henchmen. No inquisitor would be stupid to enter all alone inside a building without cover.


=I= Inquisitor Beziel =I=

Reply author: ninjin
Replied on: 20/12/2003 16:30:38
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Knowing that there must be a commissar with military backing at some point, he got an idea. As a "supervisor" Inquisitor of the glorious Imperium, he cannot let his cover and identity be known.

Walking back towards his vantage point through the streets, he made a quick surveillance that he wasnt being followed and layed down on the roof right next to his digi-camera. Opening another set of cases of surveillance equipment, he began printing the therma-imaged photos of the armed "people" with above average temperature entering the club. Certainly intriguing, and dangerous as well. Anything could be going on, but there wasnt enough time, nor was there enough personel. He would have to contact another member of the Supervisor but such thing is near impossible without revealing one's identity. He was alone, to conduct a supervision mission on "interesting" sequences.

The machine whirred gently as it cycled through the digi-photos until Beziel saw a few that looked "interesting" enough. Ordering the machine to print.

the digitally enhanced photographic prints came out one by one, making sure thatthe resolution was low enough to obscure the faces and the direction of which the photos were taken, but good enough to notice temperature differences and the basic outline of weapons, he stamped each photo with the mark of the imperium. Taking out a bland tan-colored envelope, he slid in the 5 photographic images in and stamped the envelope as well with the red seal of the imperium and sealed the envelope.

The next part, delivery, would be easy.

Packing the cases and setting the digi-camera on auto again, he camouflaged his observation post and set down the stairs to grab an innocent passerby.

He taps one of them on the shoulder.
"oi, whadya want?" responded the commoner, but all the passerby could see was a man in a hooded coat, the shadows obscuring Beziels face.
In a gruff voice he replies, "give this envelope to the local Commissar. Im sure he or she would know what to do, your reward..." and gives him a small amount of credits, an amount above average a day's pay of the commoner.
the passerby slowly turned towards the direction of the commissar and suddenly stopped and turned back, "eh, your name was, gov'ner?"

Beziel was no longer there. Using the second the commoner had turned, he had already changed positions and headed back towards club hex to survey the entrance.

The passerby shrugged, happy that this simple errand would earn him an above average pay, headed towards the commissar.

=I= Inquisitor Beziel =I=

Reply author: CommisarFelixLothar
Replied on: 20/12/2003 16:36:47
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OOC: Thankyou for joining up with me, Ninjin. (You are, right?)

In His Name,
Commisar Felix Lothar

[VanHelser]

Reply author: CommisarFelixLothar
Replied on: 20/12/2003 16:52:38
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Mathra and Lothar walked through the streets, closely escorted by their two stormtroopers. The men all had their weapons concealed, svae for Lothar, who thought his Commisariat uniform would keep the Arbitrators off his back. As the team turned the corner, they saw an out of breath peasent running down the street carrying a data-slate. When he saw Lothar, his eyes widened and he smailed in delight.
"Message, guvner."
"From who?"
"Dunno Ma Good sir. A man just told me ta give this to the local Commisar"
"Good work man."
Lothar said, patting the commoner's back. He had no idea who the sender was, but he was sure he would find out soon enough.

In His Name,
Commisar Felix Lothar

Reply author: ninjin
Replied on: 20/12/2003 16:54:49
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Changing positions, he headed back towards his surveillance post to recce the location. Anything could be happening right now.

Lying down on the roof of his surveillance nest, he looked at his watch. It was about time that commoner finds the commissar. Good good, he thinks.

Now the problem lies on how to enter the club hex without being comprimised by other inquisitors, or, to find the sniper or observation perches and counter-observe them...

interesting indeed.


Reply author: Inquisitor wood
Replied on: 20/12/2003 17:18:31
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Nade felt stupid walking into the club alone, he felt sure that there would be weapons under every bar. The bouncers puzzled him, what had made them act like that, surely it wasn't the cult as they would want the bouncers to be fully aware and to do thier job. Nade looked around, he eye sight stopped when he caught sight of some red liquid comeing out of a dark corner, with a foot print in it. Nade cheked his ammo, he had three reloads tucked away in his trench coat. he felt so open, he was easily recognisable because he wasn't dressed the same as all of the other customers and he was much older. Nade felt very unsafe, but he knew he had more work to do. Satisfied with his knowledge of this floor he moved towards a door across the dance floor, he opened it and it led downwards. Nade quietly made his way down, there was nowere to hide along the stair case and he hoped that no one would come up the stairs. he hope was ignored and a cultist walked up round the winding stair case, Nade heard his foot steps and drew his weapon ready. the cultist walked around the corner and was shot in the head, Nade's silenced pistol only made a slight hissing noise. Nade caught the dead cultist and lowered him down gently so he would not be heard. Nade carried on down the stairs until he reached the bottom, he peared round the corner. the walls of the room were covered with naked young nobels, all gagged and all writhing in pain. There were a few cultists wipping them, but most of the cultists were kneeling in the center of the room praying. In the midle of all the cultists was a sword in a stone monument with the simble of Slaanesh carved into it. The whole room stank of chaos and Nade felt the mind of a deamon, starting to wake up from eons of slumber. There wasn't much time left but Nade couldn'y take all of the cultists alone, he had to gather his followers and attak soon, he ghosted up the stairs past the dead cultist and out of the door. It would not be long before the cultist was discovered......

Fear is only a word!

Reply author: CommisarFelixLothar
Replied on: 20/12/2003 17:44:57
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Beziel heard the loud, rhythmical tapping of boots on the cobblestone streets. He looked down to see a man wearing the uniform of an Imperial Commisar walking down the road. Behind him was a bald, older man and two men in uniforms that identified them as stormtroopers. The commisar held his data-pad. Good, he thought. This would be easier than he had originally planned...

In His Name,
Commisar Felix Lothar

Reply author: ninjin
Replied on: 20/12/2003 17:59:08
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hearing the rythmatic steps, Beziel smiles. Easier than planned, but perhaps too early yet as no doubt there would be enemy snipers or observers noticing such a bold party.

At least the commissar was a potential ally, no doubt having trained in the rigors of the Schola Progenium... But... he thought to himself, he, Beziel is a supervisor... but that didnt mean he couldnt pose himself as a simple bounty-hunter keeping watch on Club Hex. No matter what he did, he had to keep his identity as a Supervisor hidden.

Getting ready, he disguises his observation post yet again with cammo netting, blending and obscuring the equipment into the roof top.

he approaches the commissar.

=I= Inquisitor Beziel =I=

Reply author: BrotherXanthron
Replied on: 20/12/2003 19:34:22
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His shotgun came up first blowing a hole in the first row of cultists, spraying blood over the dance floor. Xantcha quickly followed up, he twin power blades cutting a swath towards the entrance. No time, Melphane thought dropping his shotgun he lowered his shoulder and barged his way out the entrance door. Xantcha beheaded a woman who grabbed her shoulder, caught the head and bolted out behind him.

The loss of the shotgun was minimal, he could always get another, but the loss of surprise was very bad. A war is more easily won if the opponant doesn't even know he's fighting. The Eldar had tought him that. So the cultist were real and the other Inquisitors were here for that reason.

Xantcha quickly stopped him, putting her finger to her lips and motioning to look around the corner. An entire Arbite task force was outside the hotel he was staying at. Melphane walked up the first Arbite officer he found.

"Officer. What is the matter here."

"What!! Hey, you. Your under arrest."

Great, Melphane thought, this again. Drawing his Daemonhammer he readied it.

"Sister Superior Shi'Andra of the White Rose. Your assisstance is needed at my coordinates. Arbites troops, possible chaos infection. Over."

"Yes Melphane. We're dropping now."

Melphane took a breath.

"Officer. I am declaring you a heretic in obstructing a servent of the Emperor. You and your squad will be cleansed...BURN IN THE BLACK FIRES OF THE WARP YOU CHAOS SUCKING SCUMBAG."

The Arbite officers look of surprise was changed only by the cracking head of a daemonhammer impacting the man head. Mistress Xantcha whooped and lead the charge into the Arbites who had begun to turn around. This was not going to be pretty, especially when the Sisters of the White Rose arrived. Disaster was about to flirt with him again.

"There is a time when destiny chooses a people and forces them into action! This is the time! We are that people! This is our action! Charge!!"
- Dark Angel Brother Xanthron addressing the Mordian Iron Gaurd during the Necron counter assault on Icharius IV

Reply author: ninjin
Replied on: 20/12/2003 20:04:30
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Just as Beziel was about the meet up with the commissar, the reports of the shotgun shots are heard, the dark corridor into the nightclud flashing with the sporadic muzzle blast from the shotgun. He turns around and sees the group barge out of the nightclub, brandished with expensive equipment, which could only be deduced as an inquisitor warband.

Narrowing his eyes and sighing internally due to the over-done shootout... and now, Beziel concluded, the cultists would know that the inquisition or something trying to stop them was here.

This could only mean two things, either the cultists would speed up the ritual or would go into hiding. That thug or inquisitor or who ever it is had certainly made the situation for the rest of them even harder. Luckily of Beziel, his digi-camera had taken shots of the group as they barged out.

he smiles slightly at the thought that he now has their digitally enhanced photographic image of the group barging out, and looks up to the roof tops to see if he could see other rival henchment pursuing or observing them with their scopes.

guessing that the commissar could wait, he faces towards the direction of Club Hex and the direction of which the warband fled to.

He waits to see the reaction of the others, he would then act from there.


=I= Inquisitor Beziel =I=

[VanHelser]

Reply author: Inquisitor wood
Replied on: 20/12/2003 21:04:52
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No sooner ahd Nade emerged from the door way some one with a shot gun started to blast cultists, the dance floor was splashed with blood and two figures ran otu of the entrance, Nade watched as some of the bar men reached under thier bars and pulled out auto guns and las guns and started to shoot the two strangers. Nade drew his pistol, clasping it in two hands and activating the laser, cultists were midlessly shooting into the crowds hoping to get the one who started shooting, they did not know that he had left. Nade took the saftey of his pistol and aimed at one cultist on a balcony, he shot him in the chest and watched as the body slumped over the railings and onto the floor. Nade shot another cultist who was hiding behind a bar, thhen he ran and dived over the bar. nade noticed that the cultist was still alive and put a bullet through his head, he reached for the cultists auto gun then got up onto the bar. Nade placed the but firmly in his shoulder and fired short three round bursts into and cultist in his line of sight. more cultists burst from the back room that Nade had been in before, his auto gun ran out of ammo and Nade dived behind the bar as a hail of bullets came his way. he drew his stubber again, then he got on to his feet but still crouched below the bar. Nade took a deap breath then stood up fully and ran while shooting, he dived for the exit and the bullets were still flying out of his gun even when he was in mid air. Nade landed in the entrance corridor then roled to his feet and ran, a trail of las and bullets followed him out. Outside in the street Nade could see two storm troopers, noe comissar and two other men, he took no notice of them and ran off back to the hotel. The men drew thier guns to shoot Nade but the soon turned thier attention to the cultists running out of the door.

+++At The Shady Oasis hotel+++
Nade arrived at the hotel, out side where about half a dozen arbites vehicles, wounded arbites enforcers were being carried out in strechers and the sound of gun fire filled the building. Nade walked in the back exit and managed to get to his room without detection. He quikly gathered his belongings in to his back pack, then he strapped on his protective flack jacket and various holsters. Nade reloaded all of hiuis weapons and quikly cleansed his power sword, he didn't have much time. Nade holstered his stubber and sheathed his power sword, he strapped his shotgun to his back pack and could find no room for his newly aquired pulse carbine so he left with it in his hands. Nade ran through the blooded corridors and bakc to the rear entrance, five arbites enforcers stepped round the corner and leveled thier weapons at him,
"DROP YOUR WEAPONS!"
Nade took two quik shot with his pulse carbine hiting an enforcer in the chest and breaking through his armour, leaving him badly wounded but not dead. Nade quikly kicked in the door next to him and got inside just as the hall way became full of bullets and las. Nade ran for a window and launched himself through it, he fell two storys, suasaulting through the air and landing on top of a dumpster on his feet. Nade rolled to spread the force of the impact and rolloed off the dumpster, he ran off to meet his waiting rebels.....

Fear is only a word!

Reply author: ninjin
Replied on: 20/12/2003 21:35:47
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hearing the battles of gunfire erupt, Beziel muttered an "by the emperor...". The "inquisitors" inside the bar were starting a riot.

Another one, this time, the one with the trench-coat flew out, guns blazing. the two Storm-troopers to the left began firing as well as cultists emerged.

This whole operation was going from good to worse.

The trench-coat man/inquisitor however, seemed to be heading towards the same direction as the last one, towards the hotel named the Shady Oasis. Most interesting, he would have to check apon that place, but he couldnt now. Cultists were spewing out of the bar and they had to be mopped up clean before their vile stench and chaotic disease could contaminate any more.

Seeing a cultist level his autogun in his general direction, he whipped out his bolt pistol with his lightning reflexed speed, the small red bead right between the eyes of the firing cultists.

It seemed like slow-motion.

The cultists leveled his weapon, he finger slowly depressing the trigger, bit by bit... almost just enough to fire the rifle. A small red bead lined up lined up between his eyes...

time seemed to return to normal as Beziel fire one single shot.

the subsonic bolt round punching right in between the cultists eyes, the bolt round traveling right into the middle of the brain mass before the explosive bolt ignited, exploding right in the middle of the cultists head, blowing it up like a watermelon hit by a car. As much as it may be interesting to see, it utterly horrified the passerbys, as they had not heard the quiet "metalic thud" from the suppressor, but only seeing the head blow apart like a watermelon, brain matter splashing as the riggity corpse of the cultists was sent flying back onto the wall with a sickening crack of bones under the pale flesh.

Firing a few more rounds into more cultists emerging, each shot impecabbly hitting either the chest or the face, with each corpse blown back with a spray of crimson, each smashing into either the wall with a sickening crunch or being flung back into the nightclub.

It seemed like the commissar and the storm troopers were able to handle the cultists left inside, and hoping that he hadnt shown his cover too much, Beziel quickly turned around and made haste back to his surveillance post, and hurridly packed his equipment, making sure that each equipment was well packed into his backpack.

Making sure that everything was packed properly, and ammunition refilled, he heads towards the direction the other groups had headed towards. Arriving at the hotel, all that were left were arbites vehicles, sporadic firing inside the building, wounded arbites laying on the ground in pools of crimson.

Beziel hears and sees a man jumping out of the 2nd floor, sumersaulting and landing on a dumpster at his feet.

He decides to linger and survey the area a bit.


=I= Inquisitor Beziel =I=

Reply author: Van Helser
Replied on: 21/12/2003 00:02:31
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(OOC: If you haven't already, please check my last OOC post. Cheers)

Jenna pulled Helena to the floor as autogun shells and las bolts spat through the air.

'What's going on?!' Helena screamed.

'I don't know,' Jenna replied, 'but I really don't like it!'

Almost as quickly as it had began, the gunfire subsided. The shooters had obviously left. They picked themselves off the floor. Bizarrly, neither the music, nor the dancing had been interupted by the violence. No one seemed to be put off by the screams of pain coming from the wounded. Jenna noticed the bouncers were hauling the bleeding and hysteric victims to the central depression. She then noticed the faces of those being dragged; there were looks of joy on them. They had enjoyed the pain from the injuries. She really was beginning to understand the full horror of Slaaneshi worship.
______________________________________________________________________

Van Helser turned slowly on his heel to face the voice.

'I know you, don't I?' Van Helser asked, locking eyes with the interloper.

'Yes,' Voke replied quietly, 'you do. You escaped me before, Van Helser, and that made me feel rather disgruntled. I am Inquisitor Voke.'

'Of course, you were the one who finally banished Multhaa, yes?' Van Helser's tact changed. 'What maddens you brother? What could I have done to disgruntle you, I wonder?' He saw Quirrick reaching for his guns, but deterred him with a telepathic impulse. Silos was itching aswell. Voor'acht was fortunately keeping a low profile in the corner still.

'The artefact you took from Karakus Ray. It was tainted. And I feel the taint may have spread to you. Causing you to... turn,' Voke said cooly.

'Turn? To what exactly?'

'To the dark powers. You are one of their pawns. Unwittingly, or otherwise.'

'Why? Because I picked up a supposedly tainted artefact that I soon discarded? Because I have a daemon weapon? No, that can't be it, because you carry one too. I am no more tainted than you, brother.' Van Helser waited for a reply.

[VanHelser]

Reply author: cardinalBehr
Replied on: 21/12/2003 00:16:24
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Psylo wandered through the hallway with three other arbites, shotguns drawn.

shotgun fire could be heard on lower levels, Psylo's ear piece was filled with reports of an heavily armed attacking party.

"Continu-" a man darted out of a room up ahead, but he was not more than three feet out his door when several shotgun blasts brought him twirling to the floor

"Continue as planned, eliminate any resistance"

"Roger that" came the immediate reply
after several minutes the report came in

"4th floor clean" came the report finally
"3rd floor clean, contraband weapons found, no persons left"
"2nd floor clean, witnessed some resistance, fugitive escaped, Specialist team Beta is in pursuit"
"Lobby Pinned, we have herectical forces to our south east slaughtering our team five"

"Roger that" Psylo replied as he waved his team over to the south east side window

"Open fire, show no mercy to the herectics" psylo ordered over his comm as the entire south side of the building erupted with Arbites firing out shots at the 'invading' party

The Megaphone boomed "STOP YOUR ATTACK NOW AND YOUR SOUL WILL BE SPARED, REDEEM TO THE GOD-EMPEROR. PUT DOWN YOUR WEAPONS AND YOU'LL LIVE, YOUR RESISTANCE WILL DO YOU NO GOOD"

the party continued with out stop as the seemingly dodged the shots, rounds meerly ripping clothing and leaving deep cuts where they came close

"In the name of his Emperor, theres no stopping those things" cried a member from Psylo's team

"that, is an Inquisitor, or an accomplice" Psylo mumbled as he aimed his shot gun

"And this, this is a fallen Inquisitor/Accomplice" Psylo mumbled as he pulled the trigger, sending a well placed round through the womens knee.

Psylo and his team watched as the women went into a sumersault landing on her face, her knee now incapacitated for now.

"Move in, Take prisoners, i have some questions, If they resist shoot to kill" Psylo ordered

"Roger that, the resistance is less now, she was the main problem, we can handle it" team five replied as they moved up on the target.

"Team four to team one, do you read over?"
"Roger that team four, watcha got for us?"
"several unidentified persons chuting in to the roof and target location, do you have visual over?"
"Roger that team four, we see them now, they will never touch the ground"

"this is speccialist team alpha, we see the target, missle one is locked waiting for permission to fire"

"give them hell" Psylo mumbled

the sound of shotgun fire now resided all around the building, the five star hotel was now reduced to nothing more than a blood bath, holes ricketed all the walls and the bodies of those who resisted lay scatter through out the hall ways. so far there where 24 prisoners, all being obtained in the basement.

"Team one to any free hands, assistance on roof would be appreciated, there are more bogies coming in than we can handle"

"Roger that Team one, we're on our way" Psylo answered as him and his team sprinted up the stairs

"Count us in" Team two replied

"Team three is a negative, to much resistance on ground"
"team four is negative, resistance to great"
"No can do, team five is still wrapped up outside"

OOC -- BrotherXanthron, thats your chick that hangs with you who got her knee blown out.

i don't really want to finish the battle right now, so i'll leave it as this, i don't know if any one else wants to wonder in, if any imperial sympathizers want to help out the arbite side, just like hack into our frequency and inform Psylo of where your coming from, just so i don't shoot yah up.

Servant of the God-Emperor and his holy church, Inquisitor Jodl

Reply author: ninjin
Replied on: 21/12/2003 01:23:51
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As Beziel approaches the Shady Oasis, all that he could see was an onslaught. The Adeptus Arbites had been put onto a stalemate, both resisting forces putting up a heavy casualty onto the arbites, and likewise, the executioner rounds doing wonders on the armed resistance.

Patient as Beziel is continued to watch the scene for a good 5 minutes, and seeing more opposing forces drop down from the skies onto the roof, he calculated that this matter wont be resolved if someone doesnt do anything. Incompetance of the arbites? no. Powerful enemy? yes. Meddling of the inquisition? perhaps.
Might as well get closer and observe, but the other inquisitor that had run away may give more answers. Unnatural for an inquisitor to run away from arbites.

Damnit, the commissar and his retinue were still busy at Club Hex with the insueing gun battle. Might as well leave them an old-fascioned message.
"Commissar,
we will meet soon at a later time. I will seek thee later.
*signed*
- Omega One D928-1 -

Hopefully, he thought, if the commissar was clever enough would seek the archived adress of "D928-1". The adress within the archives was that of a single emblem. That of an Imperial Eagle. He hoped that it would show that he, Beziel himself was His servant as well.

Well, whatever happened, noone would know who this "Omega One" is, as such name did not exist. Chuckling, he scralled the message onto a clean piece of paper and stamped it onto a wall, visibly with a large red Imperial Stamp to hold it in place. Such white paper stood out from the bleak gray wall.

With that, he grabbed his surveillance equipment and followed the man that had escaped the hotel, in hopes that he would lead to some answers. If not, he could always seek answers by surveilling Club Hex.

He moves out into the darkness following "Nade"


=I= Inquisitor Beziel =I=

Reply author: cardinalBehr
Replied on: 21/12/2003 02:15:38
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"FIRE IN THE HOLE!" Psylo yelled as he tossed the fire bomb onto the roof before sprinting down the stair case after his team.

the arbites had been forced to retreat from the roof, leaving a firey inferno for any one un-lucky enough to touch down.

specialist teasm alpha and beta still where positioned at there target buildings, taking quick shots off at the invaders with out revealing there position, Omega however had long since left, to follow the suspected Inquisitor that evaded the patrol.

all five teams where now holding the main floor, 42 men still alive and well 4 wounded 4 dead, as for the specialist teams, psylo could only guess.

the distinctive Pop of the shotguns echoed through out the night as the arbites took up a defensive perimeter in the shady oasis lobby and main floor. Those not able to clearly see out where enforcing other area's of the hotel, Firebombing staircases, Booby trapping elevators, any thing to make the Lobby impregnable, so far it was working.

OOC -- hey ninjin, following wood to? intresting, Nade going to have a bit of a problem when he realizes he has a Arbite specialist team stalking him, and an inquisitor



Servant of the God-Emperor and his holy church, Inquisitor Jodl

Reply author: ninjin
Replied on: 21/12/2003 02:39:28
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OOC : well, my character is a kind of "supervisor". He basically observes Inquisitors and if they step away from His path, he tracks them down (just a different kind of inquisitor i guess, more along the lines of Puritan-enforcer, also im developing my char as we go along. If you think my RP is wrong, please feel free to let me know) Since two "bands" gunned their way out, one fighting the arbites and the other (Nade) running off, my char is tracking down the one that ran off.


So this one is rather quick thinking... Beziel thinks to himself.

aye... quick thinking but too rational... to gun his way out... nay, that would be comprisming his identity. Why would the watchdog of His glory comprimise the identity in such a hurry?

He continues to think to himself, He may not be as experienced and centuries old as them, but to simply show that rosarus or the signet ring of the inquisition is enough to silence just about any man. This inquisitor, if it is one at all, is certainly interesting and worth further surveillance. To enter a possibly infected cult, and to end up shooting his way out...

interesting...

with that he continues to track the inquisitor, using the shadows as cover.



=I= Inquisitor Beziel =I=

Reply author: CommisarFelixLothar
Replied on: 21/12/2003 04:39:48
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Gunsmoke was clearing from the main room as Mathra walked torwards an arbitrator.
"I am Inquisitor Mathra. Please escort me to you team leader.
Mathra flashed the judge his rosette and they moved torwards the team leader. Mathra assumed that he would know what the hell was going on. The old inquisitor turned quickly to Lothar.
"Go and find the man with the letter. Let's see what he knows."
And with that, he turned to leave.

In His Name,
Commisar Felix Lothar

Reply author: cardinalBehr
Replied on: 21/12/2003 04:52:14
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Psylo spun around to see a arbite captain and another man walking towards him, Psylo paused looking at the other man then glancing over at his captain

"He asked to see you sir, Inquisitor"

Psylo nodded, "keep the perimeter up, don't let it fall"
"Yes sir" the man replied

"So Inquisitor, may i ask what brings you here?"

Servant of the God-Emperor and his holy church, Inquisitor Jodl

Reply author: CommisarFelixLothar
Replied on: 21/12/2003 05:40:25
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"I am Inquisitor Mathra of the Ordo Xenos."
"And why, might I ask, are you here?"
"I have come looking for a rogue trader, Allowin Adlebard, who is wanted for dealing out xeno tech wares, specifically fireamrs."
The man nodded.
"Do you know exactly what is going on hear, my good sir?"
Psylo contnued to tell him of the recent encounters with the cult. Mathra knew there was something strange, but the sheer scale of the matter amazed him. These events heralded dark, if not final, chapter in this planet's history.

In His Name,
Commisar Felix Lothar