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Post by VanHelser on Oct 21, 2004 7:56:40 GMT -5
Reply author: LoMaxxDurang Replied on: 06/03/2004 08:30:06 Message: "The Ordo Malleus is involved for its own purposes, and regardless of what you think remember the old axiom gentlemen, "Be strong in your ignorance, for that is what keeps you safe." The fact the Ordo Xenos out numbers the Ord Malleus in this system doesnt matter does it? We are here for the same reasons are we not, to destroy the relic. Oh, Borno just a question: when you were approaching the Rigteous Vengeance you sent a shuttle planet side, why?" ______________________________________________________________________
Palov continued to watch from above and listen to the conversation as the Magi continued to search for the Relic. Palov had stationed snipers around the perimeter of the cyndrilical cavern and each man within the xenos chamber had at least 2 beads on him at all time.
The savant and the child had een removed further up shaft to be interigated, he pitied them for what they were about to experience no man truly deserved but the knowledge was neccesary. ______________________________________________________________________
The scouts had been taken captive and were currently being interrogated in proper military fashion, only reaching the stages of wo areyou who are you with etc..
Inquisitor Lorenthius Maximus Durang "History is Lies agreed upon by the victorious." Napoleon Bonaparte Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 06/03/2004 13:29:06 Message: 'Ah, that's interesting,' Ejerholm said as his mechadendrites ran over the the giant octagonal prism.
'What is?' Markov asked, 'have you found something?'
'Perhaps,' Ejerholm answered, 'there is an energy signature coming from this side,' he said, gesticulating with a mechadendrite. He reached down with his useful arm and touched the structure, the inlaid circuitry in his hand visibly glowing. He took his hand off the structure, and another mechadendrite slid out from behind his back. A short plasma beam burst into life and the mechadendrite began slicing through the material that made up the structure's wall. After thirty seconds a perfect square a foot across dropped to the ground with a clatter. The plasma cutter shut down, and Ejerholm shone a light into the newly exposed innards of the monolith.
'What is it?' Markov asked with trepidation.
'These circuits appear to be part of much larger electromagnetic system,' Ejerholm answered quickly. 'I have seen them before, but never on this scale.' He stepped away from the structure and headed back to the console. He began hitting runes again.
'Ejerholm, is that wise?' Raalthon asked, his earlier concern having clearly not dissipated.
'Yes, I know what we are looking at now. It is definetly a tomb,' Ejerholm answered without looking up. He paused before pressing the final rune. As he did so, the hum increased in intensity, and slowly but surely, the eight sides of the structure began to drift away from it, heading for the walls. One came directly at the console, and Stryde's Savant backed off in trepidation, but the plate stopped short a metre or so away, held in place by the power of the electromagnet embedded in the make up of the console's platform. The other seven plates continued travelling to the walls, two narrowly sliding past the console platform, each stopping a metre from their respective magnets in the walls.
'It is interesting, is it not?' Ejerholm said as the plates drifted by.
'What is?' Markov said.
'The electromagnets only affect the plates themselves, none of the other metal in this room.' Ejerholm was right, why had he not flown across the room into one of them? 'The Dorvastians had such skill when constructing these things. Amazing.'
'Look at that!' Markov exclaimed, his attention drawn back towards the newly revealed tomb.
Stretching upwards was a vast network of crystal, mounted on a base twenty metres high. The strands of the crystal twisted round each other as they reached up like the branches of a tree. Craning their necks higher, the group saw that the very top of tree finished in a fine point, the strands all coming back as one. It was incredible.
Ejerholm walked towards the base, muttering his praise for the Dorvastians and the fabulousness of the structure.
'What is it?' Raalthon asked him.
'We shall soon see,' Ejerholm answered. 'All will be revealed in there,' he said pointing at the cylindrical base of the structure. The group approached it, with only Ejerholm pacing towards it with any sort of urgency. He touched some runes on the side and disappeared as he stepped through an invisible door. Warily the others followed. Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 07/03/2004 00:11:59 Message: Raalthon switched vision from infrared-to-motion sense-to-biorhythm-to-energy signiture. He was amazed as his metal clad feet dragged him toward the crystaline tree. His calculations couldn't keep up with the various readings!
The savant Mosk looked back when he heard strange beeps issuing from the Tech Priest's head. His eyes changed colors when his vision shifted: blue, red, black, green, white. The savant typed something quickly on his data slate regarding bionics.
Stryde and Juxt quickly rejoined the group when they began entering the magnificant structure. "What did you do Priest? What's going on here?"
He sensed no harm would come to him now, regardless of how imposing the destructive robot was. Putting on a look of innocence, "My Lord, I will answer this question, but I beg a simple request. My answer is this: I have sworn to serve Inquisitor Stryde with all my resources and I will not shirk my duties. Not now, not ever. I have sent a force down to find her, I fear she is in danger and she has given me permission to do so."
Putting a little ire in his face now, "Quite frankly, I grow tired of responding to questions you already know the answer to. Now, you have impounded a fellow Inquisitorial vessel and have yet to give any reason as to why or when you will release said innocent vessel. You have not given any other reasons for needing such vessel and seem to be quite capable in every other regard, mission or otherwise!" Blood rushed to his face.
Turning away from the giant thing, "I will not even get into the fact that you have not asked for Inquisitor Stryde's permission to do so, My Lord, nor have you even attempted to work with her."
Turning back with closed eyes, "This good sir here said something about what I am doing here off my ship. Well I do have pressing matters onboard Inquistorial vessel Dracos II... If you do not require my presence, I wish to be excused." Obviously, this meeting was getting nowhere. He was offering much and gaining little. It was time to go.
=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos Reply author: LoMaxxDurang Replied on: 07/03/2004 07:51:15 Message: "I see, if memory serves your ship was invited aboard the Righteos Vengeance for shore leave as such that I can provide for them, not only that I also have made arrangements to refuel and restock the entire corvette, if Lady Stryde does not like my gift I can simply take it back." stated the titan like machine with what could only be assumed as a dreadnaught's form of a shrug if it could even be called that. "You are right though it is unneceesary for you to be here, and I have much to speak with my brother Inquisitor about. Oh and Navigator Borno I thought you should know I am in the middle of attempting to reach your Lady Stryde for the express purpose of working with her, hence why I sent a full contingent of troops down to the planets surface. I am sure there will be no problems with the two forces and that they shall work together well correct?" the Inquisitor asked in a almost curious tone though all knew that there would be problems with the two groups, there always were.
Borno stood to take his leave and Magos Hephestus Mythos offered to escort him to his ship, and the two left the hall. Soon after the two left the hall was cleared of all but the two Inquisitors, "I am happy we see eye to eye on the artifacts neddesary destruction Inquisitor Maltheusm but I do wish to know what you and the Ordo Xenos wish to learn by studying this heretical artifact?" ______________________________________________________________________
Borno and Mythos walked down the millenia old hallways to the docking bay, when Borno was suddenly taken by the throat by one of Mythos' mechandarites and slammed against the gilded bulkhead. "I think you need to be taught a lesson in manners Nobelite. You navigators are all alike with your arrogant attitudes, all except those who are dedicated to the machine God, do you know what the Adeptus Mechanicus does with its Navigators? No, they are all servitors. I think you would do well to learn manners before I decide to show Lady Stryde how much better you can do your job as one. Or perhaps its too late for you to learn manners anymore perhaps I should just show her when she returns how much more efficient you are in that fashion." said the mad Magos as he threw the Navigator down the hallway till he skidded into a wall in a heap, seemingly unconcious. ______________________________________________________________________
"Had Palov not witnessed himself and also had experienced walking through one of those walls, he would enver have beleived that the quartet had walked through the seemingly solid portal. He made teh combat decision he would wait till they returned from the portal a perfect ambush point. He stationed soldiers along the rim to watch for any signs of them recoallesing. ______________________________________________________________________
"Whats that?" asked one of the tunnels rear guards as suddenly Intterigator Rostock and co rounded a corner and were in front of them, they drew there weapons and prepared to fight to the death even outnumbered three to one.
Inquisitor Lorenthius Maximus Durang "History is Lies agreed upon by the victorious." Napoleon Bonaparte
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Post by VanHelser on Oct 21, 2004 7:56:58 GMT -5
Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 07/03/2004 21:34:53 Message: Vault stared directly at Roderick, contempt burning in his eyes like two dancing naked flames. 'We are investing the planet for signs of mineable ores,' Vault began. 'We have yet to discover any, but we have come across ancient ruins, and are searching them for signs of Dark Age technologies.'
Roderick glared at him. 'Those are lies! You are here to commit technoheresy with fell alien technology!'
'I would not speak so harshly, considering your present company, Roderick,' Vault answered. 'Are you finished your inspection yet?' he added, staying as cool as he could possibly manage. _____________________________________________________________________________________________
Markov switched his torch on, the inside of the cylinder was pitch dark. A central dias was illuminated by his flitting light beam. Ejerholm headed towards it.
'This is where the body of the great Dorvastian scientist lies. We will not disturb his resting mind,' Ejerholm said humbly. His own light flared into life and he headed for one of four boxes that had settled on the ground, the power sources for their electromagnets long expired. He pressed a large red rune on the first box, and slowly it opened, revealing a collection of widely varying trinkets.
'Basic, basic machines,' Ejerholm said dejectedly, running his hands through the lightweight objects. He moved on quickly to the next box, whose exquisite items were met with more sad mutterings, as did the next box. He approached the last box with trepidation, and depressed the rune. His eyes widened as the lid rose.
'Oh yes, oh yes!' he shouted in exhiliration.
'What is it?' Markov shouted, running towards the Techpriest, leaning over his shoulder and peering into the box. He saw a delicate crystalline sphere, contained within a clear glass box, built onto the side of some roughly cuboidal object littered with runes.
'Well Ejerholm?' Raalthon asked impatiently, his eyes changing colour as his emotions kept changing, 'what have you found?' Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 08/03/2004 00:07:17 Message: A sharp pain jolted down his torso as his thin collar bone snapped from the impact. Crying out, his two guards rushed into action. One produced a stubber and aimed to take out the enraged Magos. The other rushed to the fallen Navigator and helped him rise.
A mechandrite flashed and the weapon scattered down the corridor, surprise entered the rough's face as he withdrew. "Pitiful fleshy creatures. Run and hide behind your Inquisitor's skirt!"
As Borno rose, he carefully removed the headband from his 'eye'. Blood poured from his mouth and he wiped a tear away. The air instantly froze as his noble eyes focused in abhorrence! His thin voice cracked and elevated, "Mock me will you. MOCK ME!"
Mechandrites lashed toward him in a chaotic fassion so much that it was diffucult to see the Magos behind them. The air shimmered and his mechanations slowed as if travelling through a thick soup. Then, the blast...
His guard infront of him cried out as he was compressed against the bulkhead. His other guard next to him covered his ears as they split from the raw psychic energies. All the Magos could see was the 'eye' on Borno's forhead blind his sensors with a blast of red light. Then he was falling backward through the air at such a force that his mechandrites cracked like a whip.
The curve in the corridor sent him and debris from the bulkhead around and away from the frail Nobilite. Just as carefully, the Navigator replaced his blessed headband and slumped. The guard next to him regained his senses as the other gasped for breathe. Quietly, he wheezed, "Take me to the ship, we've outstayed our welcome." He spat blood on the deck and wimpered when his guard steadied him. They retreated very hastely indeed.
With all this new alien information coming, more questions were forming and being left unanswered. Jenna could take no more, her patience in this Mechanicus wore steadily. Walking past Raalthon, she shoved into Ejerholm and grabbed his robes with her bionic fist. "No more mysteries, what is going on and I want an answer now!"
Arriving on the Dracos II, a servitor welcomed him from the prow that had been installed between the two warp-savvy vessels. "Welcome back, Navigator, I hope your visit was exemplary!" It's cheery cherubic face grinned with false gladness. His gaunt face was pale from injuries as he was helped back onboard.
The pilot that brought the ship in welcomed him with a worried look. "Sir, the crew is still onboard along with a few guards from the 'Righteous Vengeance'. They did a brief bording when we docked and left." He started spouting apologies and excuses to the ship's commander.
Borno looked at him through bloody clenched teeth, "Get to your station, pilot. We shall speak of this later. Ready the ship for departure, I want General Quarters called now! Full power to manuevering thrusters as soon as possible!" Through excruciating pain, he nodded to his personal guard. They hoisted him through the vessel to the bridge. Offer shore leave, HA! If he had read the ship's charter and last port of call, he would surely know we were just ON leave two weeks ago!
He muttered to his guard, "Disarm the guards still onboard. Offer them, once, to return to their ship. I don't have to tell you what to do if they refuse." He cursed the name of this vessel and that he ever met such a conniving monstrosity. He fainted in the arms of his personal guard.
=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 08/03/2004 05:56:27 Message: Silos looked behind him to his squad. Making gestures he ordered them to hold as the squads behind him passed.
The comms trooper approached him as his squad passed. Whispering, "Sir, the Navigator sent an encrypted message." "Well?" "Basically, it read that the large force was hostile. Also that another Inquisitor force is here, possibly could assist."
He clapped the younger man on the shoulder, "Fine, now get moving." Silos contemplated on this new information. His scout had been doing a great job on keeping them out of sight, but it slowed their progress.
The reports showed that the camp was concentrating on one walled side and the main enterance with less forces on the other two sides. Between the scout and his own spying, they came up with a rough map that would place them on a precision-impact maneuver on this camp. They would punch their way through into the temple with as little notice as possible, and now with this new information some possible allies might be a consideration.
His squad continued after the scuttling troopers. There were no novices here to spec ops.
=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos Reply author: LoMaxxDurang Replied on: 08/03/2004 08:21:03 Message: The Dracos II was asking for learance to end its shore leave as well as authorization to deport from the docking bay. An overide code was transmitted to the Dracos II bearng an official Inquisitorial Ordo Malleus code stamp shutting down the Dracos II's plasma reactors and lockng thm down till a secondary signal was sent by an Inquisitor of attained rank to have the code. A message appeared tsked to Navigator Borno:
Most honourable Noble, You have my apoligies, I was not aware in all truth of Magos Mythos' ntentions as suchhe wll be punished in a way you so see fit. As such I request your assistance in disciplining the fool for his trecherus actions. is punishment it is to be equal to wat he delivered to you. I do not agree with my men taking such nitiatives had I wished to say something to you I would have. Also beofre you ask as to wy yor ship is shut down, I need to speak with Inquisitor Stryde, as such I need her ship here, she will have the code neccesary to reignite the plasma manifolds that will reintialize your power core.
My humblest apoligies please contact me as soon as you're available too, Lord Inquisitor Demetrius Blackbane
Inquisitor Lorenthius Maximus Durang "History is Lies agreed upon by the victorious." Napoleon Bonaparte
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Post by VanHelser on Oct 21, 2004 7:57:18 GMT -5
Reply author: InquisitorMaltheus Replied on: 10/03/2004 14:39:56 Message: Rostock drew his las pistols and scanned the room. He saw the soldiers with their weapons all pointed at them. Holst had immediately dropped prone behind an outcrop on the wall. Ripley pushed Marche flat against the wall and they each drew thier auto pistols.
"Hold your fire!" Rostock demanded of both his men and the rear guard they had surprised. "We are agents of the Imperium. Identify yourselves."
Holst had a bead on at least two of the soldiers. He could have gotten of the two shots before anyone retaliated, but he waited for the word.
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"You ask why the Ordo Xenos is interested in the device?" Maltheus replied to the Dreadnaught encassed Lord. "It is alien in nature, therefore falls under the jurisdiction of the Ordo Xenos. Perhaps the years in that tomb have effected more of your mind than one would have hoped." He turned and picked up a steaming roll of some sort of bread. He took a bite and looked directly at one of the Dreadnaught's sensors. "As a matter of fact, Lord Blackbane, my team needs me. I will be leaving now. Thank you for your hospitality. I assure you, the device will be in good hands and I will see to it myself that it is destroyed."
With that he turned and headed for the door. Stopping just before he reached it he looked over his shoulder.
"What? No escort?" Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 11/03/2004 00:50:15 Message: He sat next to the astropath on the bridge, a servitor working diligently on his injuries. With half-closed eyes, he rasped in a harsh whisper. "He has no right. He has NO RIGHT!" The pilot looked at him with a blank expression.
"What do we do?" Borno closed his eyes again, nearly fainting from the agony. "Get a team together. Bring the repair servitors online. We're going to rip ourselves from this damnable vessel. Codes my foot! Blast the damn fuel and energy uplinks."
Outside the two vessels, servitors from the Dracos II began moving slowly toward the massive cabling systems that held them together. Their magnetics held them against the corvette as they worked within the cruiser's energy field. The Dracos II's outboard portals slammed closed and airlocks could be heard all along the skin of the ship. The servitors worked as diligently as possible against the shielded cabling holding them together.
Fifteen minutes of hard work brought forth little progress as the ancient hookups held fast. Then other servitors moved to replace the repair servitors...combat servitors. Planting charges at the connections, the servitors returned onboard through the repair scuttles and all was set. Little was noticed aside from the seemingly futile efforts of the servitors.
In a great confusion of wires, the astropath spoke from his roost next to the weakened noble. "Navigator, everything is set. We are prepared to move on your order."
"Do it."
Silos stopped his men, this was a great position. From the rise on the rocky hill, they could make out two places they could surgically strike quite stealthily. One being at the corner of the structure and another near it toward the center wall. The camp was obviously built to ambush a group coming out, not one going in.
All squads in position and the scout took a sniper point away from them, searching for other would-be snipers. Speaking quietly to his men, "Alright boys, it's time to wait. If they move in, we move in."
The sensors from the 'Righteous Vengeance' immediately pinged a disturbance just as a dozen explosions went off in a domino effect. The last blasts shoved the sleek corvette away as the cables swung inward like giant tentacles.
On board, red lights illuminated the decks of the Dracos II from emergency power. The ship rocked fiercely and the crew clung on for dear life. The Navigator Borno, strapped into the pilots reclined seat, waited. As their ship drifted away from the cruiser, a dull green glow formed over the front quarter of the corvette. The cruiser was using it's tractor beam to try and steady the vessel and hold it in place as they controlled the cabling to re-connect.
Then, power reemerged from the generators and the General Quarters battle stations lights ran along the bridge. With a yell he issued his commands. "Half power to thrusters! Half power to port side shields! Cover the engines! Go GO GOOO!"
The large maneuvering thrusters faught the beam effortlessly. The long corvette moved away from the cruiser as swiftly as it could.
He knew he was taking a chance. So he made this astropath send another message to Silos planet-side. This one stating his actions to the T and making it clear he took no offensive against the cruiser, should this prove to be fatal. Not being encrypted in any way, he was sure the Righteous Vengeance's 'paths would pick it up as well.
=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 12/03/2004 15:07:36 Message: Dominic shifted uncomfortably in his bidings, the soldiers had tied his hands very tightly, and it hurt a lot. He could see Dorsin out the corner of his eye, his one real arm was tied behind his back, the other, embedded in printing machinery was, as ever, limp in front of the Savant's girth. They'd gagged him too, but they had hit him about the face, much to his protestations, and he was bleeding from above his bionic eye, which was cracked.
Dominic wondered what was taking the others so long down there, and why they had not noticed that he and Dorsin were missing. Maybe they had been captured too, but the soldiers hadn't said anything about that, infact they were staying very quiet, as if they were trying to listen for something. There were about eight peering over the lip of the balcony-thing, looking down their gun barrels. One of them glanced back over his shoulder, and locked eyes with Dominic. The child turned away from his angry gaze and returned to staring at the patch of ground in front of him. The alien that had appeared and then disappeared had left a weird foot print in the dust. Dominic wondered where it had gone, and if it was coming back anytime soon. Reply author: Leon_Holst Replied on: 12/03/2004 17:02:36 Message:
Leon still had his sights set on the rear man. He turned away and looked at Riply trying to draw his attention. Riply turned and noticed the guardsman looking at him. The guardsman nodded towards the man left of the rear man. Riply wasnt sure what Leon was nodding at, as the man had lowered his weapon. Riply jus looked puzzled at the guardsman.
Suddenly the man who Leon had pointed out made a move and pulled out a pistol. Leon sprang to his feet and dived throwing down Rostock, moments before the round passed where he was standing. Riply quickly fired taking out the mans right leg.
"I SAID HOLD YOUR FIRE DAMN IT!" yelled Rostock, uishing Leon off of him without even the slightest thanks.
The Emperors Faithful Servent ++Leon Holst++ Reply author: InquisitorMaltheus Replied on: 12/03/2004 17:53:17 Message: It was no good. Rostock's protests were lost in the ensuing exchange of fire. He took aim with his own pistol and began blasting in the direction of the rear guards.
"I want at least one of them alive!" Rostock screamed at his team.
He fired off a shot and it struck true, dropping one of the guards. His insides fried by the white hot beam of energy from Rostock's mastercrafted laspistol.
Holst remained calm. He did not even flinch as las bolts zipped past his head or stuck the corridor wall inches from his body. He would take aim and fire, killing a guardsman in a matter of moments. For everyone he dispatched he said a short prayer. They were, after all, fellow soldiers.
Ripley watched in amazement the precision and cold professionilsm of the imperial guardsman that was now part of his team. He would turn and fire but was envious of Leon's skill. He knew, now, what level of skill he wanted to achive in that area of his training. He jumped back against the wall as a las bolt zipped past his eyes, singeing his eye lashes. He refocused on the battle at hand.
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"Who are you?" Rostock asked the bleeding guard. The battle had ended almost as quickly as it had begun. The bodies of the remaining rear guard lay strewn around the small chamber and corridor. Ripley grasped at his left shoulder, a small burn showed through the hole in his sleeve. He had spent a moment distracted by Marche, who was also now nursing a similar wound on his right shoulder. Leon stood, watching, ready for a counter attack. He scanned the corridor beyond where the rear guard had surprised them.
"I asked you a question," Rostock growled. He grabbed the guard by his shirt and pulled him closer. "Don't make me ask again." he said in a low and menacing tone.
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Post by VanHelser on Oct 21, 2004 7:57:38 GMT -5
Reply author: LoMaxxDurang Replied on: 13/03/2004 09:46:40 Message: "Jeremy Green, Serial Number 15789423641258963174745896654123654, home world Caspain Cove, rank Corporal." is all he would say, and he just repeated that mantra over and over again. ______________________________________________________________________
"What was that?" asked Palov quietly as he heard the distinct sound of battle in the halls behind his mens position. He checked his auspex and found only 1 of the rear guard was still alive and he was bleeding out quickly. "We have company, Delta team code Charlie, prepare for company down the halls behind us. Somebody bring that damn savant and the whiny little brat up here and put them somewhere out of the way and not in our rear firing arc. Keep them close by in case we need some chips to throw down though." Said Palov to the black garbed Lt. He glanced back down into the chasm wishing he could be away from this warp infested xenos hell hole. ______________________________________________________________________
Blackbane watched as the Dracos II broke free of the grip of the Righteous Vengeance, propelling itself at break neck speed away and towards one of the planets orbitting satellites. Blackbane was ever so slightly agrivated at the situation; first he enters the system with a whole slew of other Inquisitors here and more arriving as he did. Then not being able to be the first planet side. He had accounted for that, even haivng bought Arkturus time enough to do his job hopefully before Maltheus's men had gotten to the relic. Now Mythos screws it all up by attacking that arrogant Navigator, now he is in the infirmary with multipl injuries, the fool. Hephestus knows better, he is getting old and his dementia must be getting worse. Another treatment will be in order soon, thought Blackbane. The ancient mechanation clanked out of the didning hall toward his private chambers. The "Masoleum" thats what the senior officers called it wasnt it, a fitting name really. Afterall the room was dark and lit only by candle light as Blackbanes senses no longer were as poor as those of the average human. It had a great library and was being added to continously. He began reading his mail, a letter from Kiran, from Jerel, and one from an Inquisitor Voke, he elected the one from Voke and began reading. He sent his reply and began to brood his other mail could wait this was more important. Jaekomus, what would cause a member of the Ordo Xenos to ask him about Jaekomus? He would need to learn that answer quickly. He felt an ill boding surounding this question and he trusted that it would come of no good.
Inquisitor Lorenthius Maximus Durang "History is Lies agreed upon by the victorious." Napoleon Bonaparte Reply author: Leon_Holst Replied on: 13/03/2004 21:57:03 Message:
Leon looked down on the guard who was now being punched by Rostock. The guard would just repeat himself every time Rostock asked another question.
"Jeremy Green", he panted "Serial Number 15789423641258963174745896654123654, home world Caspain Cove, rank Corporal."
Leon admired the guards determination and inner strength. Rostock raised his fist again, and was about to punch the guard full force in the face, when Leon reached out and grabbed Rostocks arm.
"Sir this is'nt working,.... maybe we should just give him the honour and just finish him off?" surgested Leon,
"When I want your oppinion I will ask for it!" snarled Rostock, he then arose, now face to face with Leon. Leon having the slight height advantage. Without any hint of movement, Rostock punched Leon in the chest, Leon was now leaning forward gasping for air, when Rostock brought down his elbow on Leon's back knocking him to the ground.
Leon lay on the floor, gasping for air. "GET UP!" yelled Rostock, after a few moments Leon slowly picked himself up. The two were now face to face again. "Come on guardsman,....you filth" mocked Rostock. Leon remained silent and still. "Sorry sir,.. i will not fight you."
The others just looked on at the two, not sure of what to do,... all attention now averted from the captive guard.
The Emperors Faithful Servent ++Leon Holst++ Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 14/03/2004 05:36:07 Message: While the discussion ensued, in the rear but not forgotten, Juxt walked up behind Markov. Stubbing down with a fat finger onto his shoulder, the giant rumbled as quiet as he could. "Where's the little one?" indicating Dominic's size with a flat palm. "I've never seen a man so small," whispered Juxt. Jenna would have said out of his earshot, "Well he is forty-five going on six..."
=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos Reply author: InquisitorMaltheus Replied on: 14/03/2004 15:39:00 Message: Maltheus gripped the controlls tightly. He hated this part, almost as much as he hated telporting. At least by taking a drop ship in he had a better chance of actually landing somewhere close to the location where Rostock's signal had dissappeared. The lights went red and he heard the warning buzzer start to sound in his ear.
"Here we go," he muttered as he braced for the inevitably rough landing. His body was shaken in the small thingypit. He bounced around the inside of the small ship for a moment before comming to a complete stop. "Any landing you can walk away from," he sighed as he released the hatch.
His breath rose before him in thick plumes as he pulled his coat around him a bit tighter. He knew it was cold, but did not expect this. He looked at his wrist and checked the auspex for the location of Rostock's last signal. He was close, about a thousand meters to the south. He pulled his hood over his ears, checked his custom double barreled bolt pistol and headed north.
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Rostock glared for a moment more, waiting for the guardsman to retaliate. Corporal Holst just stood there, and stared. The interrogator turned back to the captive soldier, who had since fallen unconscious.
"Look at what you did" Rostock growled at Holst. "I could have made him talk. Now we have nothing." Without looking, Rostock pointed his las pistol at the unconscious guard, and squeased the trigger. Ripley and Marche both jumped a bit as the las bolt seared the man's skull and turned his brain into liquid.
"Say what ever prayer it is you guardsmen say for the fallen," The interrogator said. "And make it quick. We have to move on."
With that, Rostock began to move further down the corridor. Ripley looked a Holst. The corporal was seething at Interrogator Rostock, adn Ripley understood why. He slowly walked past Leon and placed a reassuring hand on the young man's shoulder.
"Take your time," he said with understanding in his voice. "I won't let him get too far."
Leon knelt down as Ripley and March passed by. He placed a hand over the man's chared forehead and began a silent, and somber, prayer. Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 14/03/2004 17:11:53 Message: Markov turned to Juxt, 'perhaps the fat git up there with him ate him.' Concern welled up in Juxt's eyes, Markov shook his head. 'A joke, a joke, they're probably on their way down now.'
Ejerholm finished whatever calculations his mind had been racing over and turned back to the others, a look of joy upon his face.
'The heart burns in red, red flames. What power at hand,' he said, recounting the riddle that had taken so long to decipher. He held the relic up higher, making sure all could take in it's marvellous construction. 'This,' he started, barely able to speak, such was his excitement, 'this is, if I am not mistaken, is a laser-fired, electromagnetic pulse generator!'
'What does that mean?' Stryde asked wild-eyed, but not nearly so as Raalthon, his eyes rainbows of emotion.
'Coupled with the crystalline structure above us right now, this generator has the power to send controlled pulses of electromagnetic interference into orbit, much like a defence laser silo on an Imperial world - but an E.M.P. blast would not destroy a ship's structure, no it would shut down the machine spirits of all the devices onboard, rendering them obsolete until the necessary rites of re-activation could be performed.'
Ejerholm's speech devolved into a stream of psychobabble, as he replaced the relic in the box and headed for the exit.
'Where are you going now?' Markov asked, running after the Techpriest.
'We need to send a message to Techpriest Vault, get him to bring the testing equipment and servitors down here,' Ejerholm said quickly, ignoring Markov's attempts to drag him back. Ejerholm exited the central tomb structure in a rush, feeling sudden surprise as a laser blast burned into his abdomen, knocking him to the ground. Markov ducked back inside the structure's doorway as more las bolts shot down from the darkness above.
'We're under attack!' he shouted at Stryde.
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Post by VanHelser on Oct 21, 2004 7:58:01 GMT -5
Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 15/03/2004 00:13:42 Message: Raalthon switched his vision to green-Biosense and scanned the area as he ran to the fallen Priest. As he ducked to a crouch, beeps and clicks could be heard from his torso. "Damage Report?" he asked his fallen Brother. Two las shots slammed down into their position. A great flash of yellow-white light disipated the shots as Raalthon's energized force shield ate them.
Juxt turned hard on his heels. With a whip of his right arm, he brought the great sword out of it's blessed sheath and energized it. He swung around, back and forth, back and forth creating a barrier as fast as he could manage. Inquisitor Stryde had taught him to deflect shots with his sword, if he knew where they were coming from. Unfortunately he didn't, yet.
Jenna ducked and rolled as Juxt nearly clipped her with the massive blade. Pulling her Inquisitorial Rosette out and into her metal hand, she brought her pistol 'round to target the offenders. Where are they? She could see the general area where the blasts were coming from, but not who or what was causing them.
Juxt had finally found where the shots where coming from, but more would undoubtedly join these. The giant did his greatest to deflect each blast harmlessly, but he suffered a shot to his right thigh which nearly dropped him. Through pain he wailed a prayer of stoicism, he awaited Jenna's order to charge.
Her savant fell behind a crystal outcrop and cowered, offering prayers and sobs at his comrades. He watched as his Lady held her Inquisitorial Seal high and close her eyes. The already cool room became frigid, her short blond and orange hair flew fitfully. Instantly an area just infront of where the blasts came from, the area errupted in flames.
=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos Reply author: LoMaxxDurang Replied on: 16/03/2004 08:47:44 Message: The flames blossomed but seemd to be held back by a bubble surrounding the top of the chasm. A servo skull flew down and prjected an image of Palov in front of them. "Grrreeettttings Would Inquisitor Jenna Stryde please step forward I mean you know harm." the vox said as it adjusted itself to its current projection point.
Inquisitor Lorenthius Maximus Durang "History is Lies agreed upon by the victorious." Napoleon Bonaparte Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 17/03/2004 00:19:37 Message: The weapons fire halted, for the moment. Jenna opened her eyes and her hair relaxed against her skull. The flames she had 'produced' swiftly died, not having a fuel to burn. Juxt leaned heavily on his turned down frost blade, blood trickling down his leg.
As the skull slowly lowered toward the group, Jenna whispered to them. "Juxt, get ready again. Clyde, can you hit a moving target?" She heard him smirk and raise his handcannon at the target. She kept her Rosette held high, las pistol low.
Stepping out of her partial cover, "I am Inquisitor Stryde." She concentrated, ready to burst the next threat in flames.
=][= Jenna Stryde Ordo Xenos Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 17/03/2004 03:04:00 Message: "Frag." The Major tossed the message slate back to his comms man. Borno had fled, there would be no support. He had to hope that that arrogant man's report was false, that the camp wouldn't just fire on him.
"Tell the scout to come down here." He raised his hands back to his squads, "I'm going to have a chat, you boys watch me. If they kill me, get the hell out of here. Get back to the shuttle and await the call from the Dracos II." His men shifted uncomfortably.
Turning to his comms man, he handed his rifle to him and unbuckled his holster. "Stay on our comlink signal. I'll let you know what's up when I know. Tell the boys to stay tight and just observe."
A few minutes latter, the scout scurried to his position. Silos clapped him on the shoulder. "We're going in, take me away from this position to the main camp. Stay armed, just incase. It's time for a talk." The pair stayed out of sight as they hiked around the encampment.
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Keep your profile on the IC board up to date - it benefits us all! Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 18/03/2004 03:03:02 Message: The Dracos II held a tight orbit with a neighboring satellite moon, ready for evasion if an attack followed. Unfortunately, this brought it out of communication with the ground forces. It would eventually have to return to the planet.
Borno knew this, but he also knew that this was not his battle any longer. He sat up in the sick bay, a saline bag attached to his arm hung above him. His shoulder ached, he had not known pain like this in a long, long time.
A guardsman entered as he expected. "XO," the soldier spoke keenly.
"Tell the 'path on deck to issue a respectful message of apology to Inquisitor Blackbane. I don't want this going on record, it would look clumsy on both our parts." He paused for breath, "Send for the pilot on duty when we docked," a second thought, "with discretion." It's time to make an example to the rest, to show exactly what the penalties are for disobediance. Especially aboard a vessel commanded by an Inquisitor!
Major Silos and his remaining scout crouched low in a pass near the encampment. "Alright, stay here. Radio the squad if there's trouble. If diplomacy doesn't work, get them to the Lady."
Silos lowered his thermo-hood and stalked out toward the camp. Funny, he thought, they're so intent on the temple! When he almost breached the paremeter, a loud whistle blew. He had tripped an alarm wire, on purpose.
The awaiting troop squad nearest him began hasty communicaes with their commanders and moved toward his location, rifles raised. He casually lit a cigarette and walked toward them, hands in the air.
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Keep your profile on the IC board up to date - it benefits us all! Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 18/03/2004 14:52:10 Message: The servo skull just hung in the air, keeping quiet. Whoever was wired up to the other end was taking their time over replying. Markov kept his blaster aimed at the hovering skull, wondering just when Stryde would give the order.
Ejerholm sat up slowly, the pain in his gut fresh. Many subsystems had been damaged by the laser blast, and would take a long time to repair. He hoped the machine spirits would not falter from the damage inflicted by the usurpers. He focused his eyes on the lip of the cavern, the infra scopes picking out the heat signatures of a dozen or so guardsmen aiming down at him. He unclipped the fastener on his holster, and slowly brought his laspistol out. It was a powerful Thracian pattern design, and he felt sure he could take at least one of the snipers. He would then pick on another and then another until they were all dead and he would be able to signal the Omnissiah's Forge and bring down the rest of the research team. Then the power of the relic would be theirs! ________________________________________________________________________________________
In the tunnels behind the guardsmen's position, something seethed, angry, at being disturbed from its hibernation. A creature, covered in dark brown fur, with a long snout filled with sharp teeth descended from its den high in the corridor walls, its powerful tail extended to balance it as it stalked down the vertical surface, its talons digging into the fabric of the wall. It reached the floor and lifted its head and sniffed. It sensed prey infront of and behind it. It loped off up the ramps to take out the prey in front of it, confident that it could deal with the next bunch when they arrived.
Drugal sensed vibrations in the air. Something large was coming. The Kroot pushed itself deeper into the alcove it was sheltering in, and was shocked when a great beast, six feet tall at the shoulders crashed past him.
One of the guardsmen slipped away from the group. He needed to relieve himself, and felt that asking the commander at this precise point in time would be a stupid thing to do. Looking for a spot out of sight of his nearest comrade, the man thought he heard multiple footsteps heading his way. He peered down the corridor and the sight of what he saw unfortunately made him wet his trousers. The great carnivorous beast roared at him before trampling him down, knocking his broken body aside. The man's sickening scream echoed through the complex.
Rostock turned his head at the noise. Just what was going on now? he asked himself. 'Hurry up!' he ordered, quickening his pace.
The guardsmen heard the dying man's scream and turned, to find the corridor filled with the immunse bulk of the creature running at them. Weapons already off safety catches were brought to bear.
In the confusion, Dorsin struggled to his feet, head butting his guard in the back of the head, before kicking his legs away from under him. Dominic saw the old man rise and got up too. Dorsin gestured towards the lift, and they both started towards it.
Ejerholm heard the crack of lasrifles, and decided to join in. He sent repeated blasts of energy up onto the cavern's edge, much to Markov's dismay. He kicked the gun from Ejerholm's hands before grabbing he and Stryde and throwing them through the portal before jumping in after them.
Carnage and confusion reigned inside the tomb.
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Post by VanHelser on Oct 21, 2004 7:58:22 GMT -5
Reply author: InquisitorMaltheus Replied on: 18/03/2004 15:11:28 Message: Inquisitor Maltheus entered the structure with caution. It was still cold, but not quite as cold as outside. He checked the auspex on his wrist. There were multiple traces of lifesigns all over this place. Obviously more than just Rostock and his team had arrived. His scanner showed him that most recently four lifeforms went down the far left corridor. On a hunch, he headed that way.
A blood curling scream caused him to draw his bolt pistol. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. There was a nother sound as well, a beastly roar that echoed through the halls. He picked up the pace and sprinted down the hall, kicking the severed end of a lumination wand as he passed a deactivated booby trap.
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Rostock and his team ran down the corridor, with Leon Holst in the lead. They had learned quickly, to follow his signals. He sprinted, and pointed to a spot on the wall behind him. The others avoided the place where he pointed. Rostock loosed a shot at the spot on the wall, sparks and flame erupting from the trap trigger. They had very quickly become a fluid moving team.
Leon skidded to a halt as the corridor opened to a large chamber. He was met by a mish mash of various soldiers, tech adepts, Inquisitors and many others that were all running around in a whirlwind of las fire and screaming.
"Oh, good," Ripley said grinning. "Looks like they were expecting us." Rostock shot him an angry glance, but thought better about strinking the boy. At this point, there was no use in beating the boy. They had thier lives to think about.
Rostock and his team stood watching in dismay at the carnage that ensued.
"It just got tougher," Rostock muttered to his team. Reply author: Leon_Holst Replied on: 18/03/2004 16:50:39 Message: Leon droped to a knee, his rifle drawn, he was targeting the inquisitor ahead.
"What now sir?" asked Leon, "Do we fire?"
Before Rostock could answer a nearby man was pounced upon by a huge animal. Leon's face turned white and his head filled with past memorys, with a smilar race. He heart began to beat faster than usual, a bead of sweat ran down his forehead. He quickly aimed at the beasts head and fired. The beast fell with a thud. Now he was faning his gun around, aiming at everything that moved, a 3 year fear returning to his thoughts.
Ripley saw the state that Holst was in, this was the fisrt time he has seen Holst in a panic.
The Emperors Faithful Servent ++Leon Holst++ Reply author: InquisitorMaltheus Replied on: 19/03/2004 00:44:31 Message: Rostock watched as the guardsman entered a state of pure fear. It was obvious that his mind was somewhere else. He was not sure what was going on, but this was not the same man as before.
In the confusion, Ripley saw the panic in Leon's eyes. He grabbed his shoulder and spun the corporal around to face him.
"Corporal Holst!" he said firmly. "What's wrong? LEON!"
Holst did not even see the acolyte in front of him. Visions of his fellow guardsmen's dismembered bodies flashed through his mind. The yellowish green eyes of the Dog Soldier tormented him. HE could have sworn he felt the animal's claws reopening the four scars that crossed his chest. He knocked Ripley to the ground and threw his back against the wall, still scanning the tomb and trying to keep a bead on any one of the multitude of targets.
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Maltheus heard the commotion up ahead. The distinct sound of lasguns cracking through the air. Screams and comotione reigned. He entered a large chamber and saw the melee, first hand. Imediately he located Rostock and the others. He saw Holst in a panic and wondered at what was going on. Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 19/03/2004 08:40:29 Message: Markov had expected the Inquisitor to be hard to move, what with her thermo suit and the obvious armor folks of her status wear. But when he grabbed her, the combination of her being caught off guard and feeling of flesh around her waist was both a great and horrible surprise.
Inquisitor Stryde's concentration was broken when the chaos began. Clyde's Mechanicus associate took it apon himself to shoot, then a forceful hand wrapped around her and pulled her away. She yelled a cease fire as loudly as she could, but the din soaked it right up. Man, she wished she was geared for battle!
Raalthon watched in horror as Ejerholm didn't respond to him, but began firing a weapon of his own. "No!" He ran after the group, clanking and stopped at the portal. He hoped his force shield could withstand a concentrated effort of las blasts. His calculations told otherwise...
Juxt just stood there bleeding, his mind saw not to panic. Was it something the Lady had trained him in? Surely he would have remembered, but it was just part of his nature he supposed. He just held his position, leaning against his great blade for support. Scanning around, he noticed others approach the room with caution. Las blasts returned fire around him and at his Lady's position. As useless as it seemed, for some reason, he cared not.
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Keep your profile on the IC board up to date - it benefits us all! Reply author: Leon_Holst Replied on: 19/03/2004 15:46:26 Message: Ripley picked himself up, and saw Holst looking around in a panic, back up against the wall. Maltheus approched the group.
"Whats going on?" asked Maltheus,
Rostock walked over. "He's just flipped sir, something seems to have sent him crazy." answered Rostock.
"Corporal Holst,.. Leon Holst?" Maltheus tryed to speak to Leon.
Leon raised his rifle to the Inquisitor, "No closer! I,...I,...I will shoot," said Leon with fear in his voice.
Maltheus stopped and raised a hand to Leon, signaling him to lower his rifle. "Holst,.. its ok. Its Lord Maltheus." said Ripley as he placed a hand on his shoulder.
Leon turned and smiled at Ripley. "Everton,... its good to see you,.... those things are back." said Leon.
Ripley looked back at Maltheus,.."whats he going on about?" asked Ripley. Reply author: InquisitorMaltheus Replied on: 19/03/2004 17:23:09 Message: Maltheus did not even have time to answer. Between the confusion and choas going on inside the tomb, and the seemingly insane Guardsman threatening to kill Maltheus, it was difficult to concentrate.
"No!" Maltheus screamed as Rostock stepped forward, but it was too late. The Interogator sent a gauntleted fist smashing into the side of Hoslt's head. The Corporal slumped against the wall, unconscious, but still holding his rifle tightly.
Maltheus pushed Rostock out of the way before he caused anymore damage. He checked Leon's pulse and looked at the now bleeding cut that Rostock left over his eye. He glared up at Rostock.
"Keep an eye on him," Maltheus told Ripley. He stood and pointed at Rostock. "I will deal with you later."
He turned and looked at the commotion going on inside the tomb. He pulled out a small silver orb and tossed it, unseen, into the middle of the room.
"Cover your eyes," he told his team. Suddenly, there was a loud pop and the room was consumed in a blinding white light. The chaos stopped almost instantly. The light faded and Maltheus stepped into the room, bolt pistol raised. He saw that everyone within the chamber and at least fifty meters down any connecting corridor, were all rubbing at thier eyes. The flash grenade had served its purpose. The effects would wear off relatively quickly, but it would still give Maltheus a chance to identify himself, and figure out what was going on.
"I am Inquisitor Christian Maltheus of His holy Orders of Inquisition," he began. "Cease your fire and remain calm. I have official matters to attend to here. Identify yourselves, or be destroyed for interferance."
He stood tall, and scanned the room. There were people of all sorts here. It would be difficult to sort out all the parties involved, but he knew most of them probably had the same goals. As he scanned he noticed that several of those within the chamber were already regaining thier vision. As they did, they noticed the Inquisitor standing there and, once again, took defensive stances...readying weapons, but not yet firing.
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Post by VanHelser on Oct 21, 2004 7:58:40 GMT -5
Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 20/03/2004 14:27:22 Message: Juxt's energy returned, he bowed low at the proclaimed Inquisitor. Ignoring the shuffling of the hostile soldiers above, he spoke as eloquently as he had ever remembered. His deep voice spoke his sincerity, "My Lord, I am called Juxt. Bloodguard and ward of Inquisitor Jenna Stryde. My Lady shall hear your words, grant us sanctuary from these unjust assaults." He no longer needed the support of his blade as he noticed his wound begin to close. He rose to his full height, confidence returned to his blue eyes.
The nine-and-a-half foot tall human heard his master grumbling from her 'mistreatment', she pulled from Markov's grasp and exited the small grotto. Before she addressed her would-be savior, she turned up toward the snipers. Her sea green eyes pierced the shadows into the men's faces. She called up to the guilty party, "I will know who fired on me. And I will know who gave the order. You cannot hide from the Light of God." She put her rosette away, knowing it was useless to these mindless cronies. Jenna also knew there would be some very unhappy dead men.
Turning toward the poised Inquisitor at the entrance, she put on a half-smile of gratitude. "I am Inquisitor Stryde," giving a breif nod. She felt very sure of this action of peace, especially because she knew all could hear her now.
Silos was stripped of the scabard slung to his back. The sword was callously thrown to the dirt as he was escorted away from the parimeter. "Careful with that," he said, clearly amused, "it's not mine!" The guard next to him shoved the butt of his rifle into his gut. "Oof! It's your funeral...that's an Inquisitor's...weapon." he spoke through breaths. The three guards looked surprised at each other, then the one behind him ran to retrieve the weapon.
Keep your profile on the IC board up to date - pretty please? Reply author: InquisitorMaltheus Replied on: 20/03/2004 21:12:09 Message: Maltheus returned Lady Stryde's nod, ensuring her he meant no harm to come to her. He scanned the rest of the room. Guards, tech priests, and others all were regaining their sight.
"I have spoken, briefly with your Navigator," Maltheus told Stryde. "I have feeling we are here for the same reason. I'm sure the gentlemen who fired on you are quite embarrased that they opened fire on one of Him on Earth's holy agent's."
He stood and waited for others to identify themselves. Reply author: Leon_Holst Replied on: 21/03/2004 09:34:10 Message:
Leon stired and opened his eyes, there was a sharp pain above his eye. He looked up and saw Ripley peering down at him.
"Leon are you ok?" asked Ripley, Leon hearing his voice as an echo.
Leon rubbed his eyes and whiped the blood from his head. "Never been better" laughed Leon.
Ripley smiled back down. "What happened with you" said Ripley, "that thing really shuck you up."
Leon being reminded of the beast looked over at it. "Is it dead?" asked Leon.
"I think so,..nice shot may I say." Smiled Ripley. "You seen that before?"
"Something simmilar, I will tell you everything when the missions done,... I owe and explination to you all." Leon said as he began to pick himself up, but fell back down his head spinning. Ripley stuck out a hand, Leon took it and with Ripley's help stood up again.
Leon picked up his rifle, and slammed in another clip. "lets go help Lord Maltheus." said Leon. Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 22/03/2004 00:20:37 Message: The Inquisitor count had risen to two. Markov just couldn't believe how bad his day was going. The man at the top of the chamber didn't look like the sort to mess with, but he did seem to know Jena, maybe he could work an angle.
'Inquisitor Maltheus,' Markov began, respectfully, 'I am Clyde Markov, Archeoxenan. I am here to study and perhaps remove the relic myself and Techpriest Ejerholm have found. I am co-operating fully with Inquisitor Stryde here.' The speech didn't have the desired effect.
'You are here to "study and remove it"?' Maltheus asked sceptically.
'Yeah, you know, find out more about alien technology, and, err, copy it.' By the looks Maltheus and Stryde shot him, it was obvious to Markov that he had just made a massive mistake.
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Keep your profile on the IC board up to date - it benefits us all! Reply author: LoMaxxDurang Replied on: 22/03/2004 06:48:24 Message: "Lord Maltheus, Lady Stryde," said Palov with a curt nod, "I am Interrigator Arkturus Palov, and under the orders of my Master Lord Inquistor Blackbane, I have been sent to retrieve you madamme and destroy this menace." Palov glared at the object in the Magos Mechandarite and then at the archoxenan. "It is my humblest apologies about the firing on you but you must understand that we have been dealing with a creature attacking my men and there seems to have been many sensor ghosts in this room. And as you seemingly just appeared out of thin air which I now see is a portal, you surprised a group of the guardsman who opened fire beleiving they were in danger. Hence why I sent the servo skull down and ceased the men's fire." Palov didnt seem so much apologozing but taking responsibility for his actions and explaining why things happened in a soothing diplomatic sort of way. Palov wished to the Emperor the psykic dampening field was not in place right now so he could feel out what they were thinking, but then again its probbaly best if it was as they were undoubtably psykers with more experince than he.
Inquisitor Lorenthius Maximus Durang "History is Lies agreed upon by the victorious." Napoleon Bonaparte Reply author: InquisitorMaltheus Replied on: 22/03/2004 15:02:05 Message: Inqusitor Maltheus looked at the Archaeoxenan with a bit of suspicion. If he was working with Stryde, he had no reason to fight him...for now. The Interogator, on the other hand, spoke with the same air of self importance as his insane mentor.
"Interogator Palov," Maltheus replied. "I trust you don't assume to think that one in your position is capable of opposing two Inquisitors? I have met your mentor and I must say...you are as crazy as he is if you think you can oppose us. Trust me when I say that our intentions are all the same. The device will be destroyed."
He took in a deep breath. Just when and where it would be destroyed was still the question. He shifted his glance back to Stryde and nodded, indicating the soldiers abover her again. They were regaining their sight and starting to take up their weapons once more. Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 23/03/2004 07:55:04 Message: Destroy it? Not now! Jenna kept her cool as long as she could, but these words and actions around her were seriously grating her short fuse.
"To what end, Interrigator? Retrieve...ME?" She turned to face the handsome courier, pointing a gloved finger his way, "This is an Ordo Xenos matter, take your men and leave at once! I give you no other option Interrigator," she ordered with contempt, "I certainly DO NOT understand the actions of your men. A meeting is in order with your master on my departure, one in which we will discuss your penance!" A chill ran through the guardsmen under Palov's control.
She gripped her pistol so hard, it almost slipped out of her hand. Turning away from the impudent noble to face Maltheus once again. "Inquisitor Maltheus, I have not had the pleasure. If you had not known or already guessed, I am representing the Ordo Xenos in this affair. I know not your Ordo, but you must have respect for my orders and reasons for being here."
She glanced hard at Clyde with her bright eyes, "Although, the archeoxenan does not speak on my behalf. Any words uttered from him are inconsequential to this matter."
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Post by VanHelser on Oct 21, 2004 7:58:59 GMT -5
Reply author: LoMaxxDurang Replied on: 23/03/2004 08:07:34 Message: "Charming, really Lord Maltheus but to think you would do any less than destroy the Xenos Relic now would be anything less than heresy. I presume not to command you but I do have my orders and as such so do my men and you Lord Maltheus can neither countermand mine or these men in there duty to the God Emperor in seeing to the devices destruction."
Inquisitor Lorenthius Maximus Durang "History is Lies agreed upon by the victorious." Napoleon Bonaparte Reply author: InquisitorMaltheus Replied on: 23/03/2004 14:18:49 Message: Maltheus looked at the Interogator and scowled. He took in a deep breath and gripped his pistol a bit tighter. He did not want to fight at this point, but was preparing himself just in case. He focused his mind, and stared at the relic.
"Do not mistake my calm demeanor for weakness Interogator," Maltheus said through clenched teeth. "That device will be destroyed, do not doubt that. However, the nature of the device must be discovered in order to completely understand the strengths and weaknesses of our enemies. Trust me when I say that if you stand in the way of this investigation, you will feel the true might of the Emperor reigned down on you."
He turned to Stryde and held up a hand. He activated the Electoo that he had implanted in his palm. The symbol for the Ordo Xenos glowed brightly and he nodded at her.
"As you can see, Lady Stryde," Maltheus said with a grin. "Your allies are closer than you could have imagined."
With that he focused on the relic once again. Behind him, Rostock slowly drew his autogun from its sheath across his back. He kept one of his las pistols aimed at the closest guardsman, but wanted something with a bit more range at his disposal. Leon pulled himself up with the aid of Ripley and Marche. Maltheus rolled his eyes slightly, at the racket they were making behind him. The corporal stepped forward and took a knee, drawing a bead on at least two of the guardsmen. Reply author: LoMaxxDurang Replied on: 24/03/2004 05:58:08 Message: "I don't see it as a weakness Lord Maltheus, but I do think u are lacking certain information." said the handsome Inquisitorial Protege. "Such as?" said the inquistive Lady Stryde in a tone somewhere between civilty and ardent anger from being shot at.
"Lt. Markus and his men are fully prepared are more than willing to give the ultimate sacrifce to do teh Emperor's will. As am I." said the Interigator as he lowered his hand to his waist and rested it on the hilt of his Power Sword. "But my orders only say that the device is not to leave this temple and that it must be destroyed before I leave. As such I have no problems with you studying the device until that time. I put my tech priests at your disposal if that is your wish." He said with a solemn look on his fac, not of defeat but of compromise.
Inquisitor Lorenthius Maximus Durang "History is Lies agreed upon by the victorious." Napoleon Bonaparte Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 24/03/2004 08:04:59 Message: Juxt tried to follow the conversation as best as his re-learning mind could. He smelled the tension in the air. The leader above him felt confident, but his men seemed wary. The Inquisitor speaking with his master was quite unmovable, standing stoic in the face of opposition. Jenna seemed unsure, angry and surprised all at once. Would he be the one to take action? His mind worked...
Raalthon had been working on Ejerholm's wound with his mechanical hands and mechandrites. He made a patchwork of metal to stop the organic bleeding, and worked diligently to calm the Machine Spirit with chants. He was recording the whole conversation, not really paying attention. Now that the wound had been treated, he quickly played back the situation and caught himself up. His emotionless nature didn't show his frustration with these tech incompetent fools. Clicks and beeps issued from his chest as his left hand tapped runes all over his torso.
Silos eyed his two men in a tent being questioned lightly. He nodded to them as he was pushed forward to the commander's tent.
He was issued in and given a chair at a small table. "Well, don't you want to know who I am and what I'm doing here?"
Jenna looked around at all the soldiers above her, turning to each face. "Surely you are all not as stupid as your young leader here. He is marking you all for the sword, if you continue on as you are. Now I am not as ruthless as some, but be sure that your families will not be safe if you choose this path, the path of death. This conflict will stretch much further than one room."
She locked her sea green eyes with Palov. "Just because you have a death wish, which I will surely grant you if you choose, does not mean all these men do as well. Obviously you have some sort of psykic shielding hiding up there, which means you don't have a mind control over these unfortunate soldiers. Why would you leave your Tech Adepts to research something you want destroyed now? You sound confused, lowely Interrogator, choose your next words wisely. I wonder who this Lord Blackbane is to leave someone so rash incharge?"
She concentrated, she knew the range of the dampeners from her previous warp power, she could still effect the allies around her. She didn't notice Juxt stir near her.
Juxt looked down to his leg and noticed the bleeding stop all together. The wound burned painfully, still, yet he stood on his legs easily. He swung his blade upward in his left hand to point at the Interregator. Flipping the rune by his thumb, a dull hum issued as a soft blue light encircled the metal. In his booming deep voice, "You know not your place, you will listen to the words of your superiors or you will die. I will gladly challenge you, come down from your hiding place..." Jenna slapped her arm back his way, he silenced immediately.
Markov moved slowly to a covered spot, What have I gotten into? His blaster rested easily in his hands, ready for hell. This is suicide!
"As far as I'm concerned, you have three options. Leave, lower your weapons and speak to us face-to-face, or forsake the Emperor and die." She really wished she was geared for battle, she had faith in the Emperor and faith in Juxt. It seemed Inquisitor Maltheus was on her side and had faith in his influence. Did this man have faith in a hiding place?
Keep your profile on the IC board up to date - pretty please? Reply author: InquisitorMaltheus Replied on: 24/03/2004 14:59:07 Message: Maltheus grew tired of this Interogator's insubordinate attitude. He watched as the young man's hand slid toward his weapon.
"I would not chase such an offer of compromise," Inquisitor Maltheus said through clenched teeth. "With the threat of drawing your weapon." The Interogator's hand froze in place, hovering above the hilt of the sword. "Lt. Markus is loyal to the Imperuim and as such would know better than to fire on two of His Holy Emperor's Agents," Maltheus continued. "Now Interogator, Stand down and allow us to continue our investigation. If you do not...it's your funeral."
Maltheus glanced down at Holst. He knew the guardsman would have picked out the two most important targets. He heard Rostock and The Acolytes slipping back a bit. He took in a deep breath. Things were progressing well, he thought. Regardless of the pig headed Interogator. Maltheus felt sorry for the young man. He was a product of his mentoring. Unfortunately, this man was surely doomed to a lifetime of twisted and insane views.
silently, Maltheus flipped the switch on his custom double barreled bolt pistol, arming it in preparation for the poor fool's refusal to listen to a Ranking member of the Inquisiton. Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 25/03/2004 00:49:28 Message: Ejerholm stepped gingerly forward, leaning heavily on the haft of his chainaxe. What had been said angered him and he was hurt emotionally as much as any Techpriest could become.
'Destroy?' he asked loudly as he stepped forward, 'you mean to destroy this relic? Destroy this wonderful relic of Dorvastian technology? I will not stand for this!'
Markov cringed. The stupid Techpriest was more or less verbally abusing a pair of Inquisitors and a gaggle of Interrogators.
'Give us one reason why we should not destroy it?' Palov sneered.
The muscles in Ejerholm's faced formed a big a scowl as they could manage. 'What we have here is an electromagnetic pulse generator, with an array capable of sending pulses into high orbit. Powerful enough to disrupt a ship's mighty machine spirit. Do you have any idea what this relic can achieve? Do you?'
'It is a disgusting piece of corrupted xenos technology. It should be atomised right now,' Palov answered.
'We lost nearly all examples of EMP devices millenia ago. They are almost beyond our ability to create, and what we can create are pitifully short ranged. This tomb contains a weapon powerful enough to disable attacking ships in orbit. It will be a mighty aid to the Emperor's fighting forces.' Ejerholm pointed his tentacle-like neural link arm at Palov, 'and you want to destroy it. You are all fools!'
The mood shifted inside the tomb.
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Reply author: InquisitorMaltheus Replied on: 25/03/2004 01:11:43 Message: Maltheus took a deep breath. He had wondered when the TechAdepts would speak up.
"Do you not see the danger of allowing such a weapon to exist?" he called out. There was no anger in his voice. He remained calm and very diplomatic. "If this technology were to fall into the wrong hands, entir fleets of the Imperial navy could be rendered useless in a matter of moments. A man such as yourself would be nothing but a few pieces of meat bolted to chunks of metal."
Stryde looked at Maltheus with the last statement. She had not expected anyone to speak to a Tech Priest with such blunt disregard. She turned back to the room and resumed her watch on all the various guards and trigger happy Interogators. Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 25/03/2004 01:19:19 Message: 'As guardians of the Emperor it should be your job to prevent artifacts like this from falling into enemy hands,' Ejerholm said back to Maltheus, 'do you not see how mighty a weapon this is? This weapon is so destructive that the enemy would not be able to make planetfall and capture it. You worry far too much, Inquisitor, this technology is ours by right and we should not fail to utilise it.'
Markov hoped that Ejerholm was finished. Neither Inquisitors seemed to have liked what he had just said. Markov didn't quite have the guts to chip into the conversation again; he could see it was going downhill, and he didn't want to be the one to tip it over the edge. The grip on the blaster was becoming slick with cold sweat.
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Keep your profile on the IC board up to date - it benefits us all! Reply author: LoMaxxDurang Replied on: 25/03/2004 07:32:51 Message: "The device can not leave this Temple, it has to be destroyed and killing me will do nothng but damn your soul to chaos taint. I wish no quarrel with any of you but the artifact needs to be destroyed, it is not my care as to its xenos manufacture but the fact the devices creators were long ago corrupted by chaos." He left his hand on his power sword in a relaxed but ready position. These Ordos Xenos fools are only thinking in there realm not both theres and that of chaos. "Even if you kill me, the device will never leave this planet and you know it. Neither will you."
Palov neither wanted a fight or an arguement he just wished to comlete his mission and go home. He was here to destry the artifact and recover the Lady Stryde, why was everything becomng so much more difficult hen it had to be. ______________________________________________________________________
"We know exactly who you are, you came down from the Dracos II. It iS our mission to help recover your mistrss the Lady Stryde. Would u like a cup of Cadain Java freshly brewed?" said Lt Col R L James. The LTC had been around forever, or so went the gossip among the troops, he used to be a an old field spook now he did special ops for Blackbane, sort of like a retirement job. He was good actually seen Strydes man walk in and he wasnt too bad himself. He wasnt here for a fight just to make sure everyhting went down without a hitch. "How are your boys by the way, the ride down go ok for them, I know your Inquisitor hit pretty hard we didnt see exactly where u made landfall?"
Inquisitor Lorenthius Maximus Durang "History is Lies agreed upon by the victorious." Napoleon Bonaparte Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 25/03/2004 08:27:09 Message: Major Silos took the offered cup and winked a thanks. "Rough indeed. We landed about eight clicks back southwest of here." His rough gunslinger eyes never touched the grin on his lips. "So your here to do my job, eh?" He chuckled.
"I assure you, Major, we have the operation well inhand," a smile shown on the Lt Colonol's face. "The Lady Inquisitor will be found shortly."
Silos shuffled out his pack of smokes and offered one across the table. He lit his and puffed evenly. "So what is it you guys are doing here? Me, I work for Miss Stryde," he leaned in close over the table and lowered his voice, "Apparently there's an ancient relic in there." He pointed back out the tent with a thumb. "What do ya think of that?"
"So you see, I have a dilema here, I'm here to retrieve her as well. In fact, since you guys are so peacable, do you mind if I bring my group through here? She'll talk to your man I'm sure." His eyes peered friendly around the room, assessing his situation. He looked back at the officer through the corner of his eye.
Raalthon had completed his tapping, he walked behind the enraged Priest. "Brother, do you know what you do?" He plugged two fingers into a comms node he located on the Priest, and released them just as quickly. The information relayed was the mission he was given, the mission of Stryde and her affiliation with the Xenarites. At the end of the short description he implanted, "The Lady Is With Us."
"Then it is settled Palov. The device will not leave this structure. There is your compromise. Leave now, or cower up there, those are your options." She knelt and dropped her pistol. "I'm unarmed, Interrogator, so what's it going to be? Fire on an unarmed Inquisitor? All in the name of ignorance? You know your actions damn you now, don't you. Choose now, your time is up Initiate." She was calm now, the obvious help at her side bolstered her resolve.
She saw his mouth move and stop, he was thinking on his next words, she casually walked behind Juxt through the tense air. She whispered, "Be ready, My Son."
Juxt's heart beat faster, he had not heard her say that phrase in three years. He whispered a chant he half made up, "For the Glory of the Emperor, For the Honor of the Imperium, For the Death of the Enemy...and...For the Blood of My Lady!" He held his great frost blade in a high defensive stance, ready to let loose another routine of devestation.
Keep your profile on the IC board up to date - pretty please? Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 26/03/2004 00:28:02 Message: There was a sudden movement up above; Dorsin had finally crawled on to the lift, his bulk flopping down on it heavily as it started its descent. Dominic was there too, though he was standing.
'Markov!' Dorsin yelled, 'those bastards tied me up!' One of the guardsmen made a lunge for the lift, but it had moved too far away for him to catch, and he had to check himself in order to avoid falling over the lip of the cavern. 'They hit me! Don't parlay with them, blast them all to hell!'
'They tied me up too!' Dominic added, spurred on by the Savant's insatiable anger.
Markov stepped out of cover, and yelled back up. 'Are you OK Dominic?'
'Yeah, they never hit me. But I think one of them wanted to.'
'Picking on a kid, eh?' Markov shouted at the guardsmen, 'which one of you was that, eh?' He waved his blaster menacingly.
Ejerholm stepped sideways slowly, not drawing attention to himself. One of his mechadendrites reached out and retrieved his laspistol from the ground. He slowly fed it into his right hand, another mechadendrite taking hold of his chainaxe. He opened fire once again.
'There is no Chaos taint upon this relic, you lie!' he shouted, blasting up at the rim of the cavern. Palov stepped back to avoid the blasts, but one of the guardsmen was too slow. A laser bolt took him in the shoulder. He cried out in pain. He took his lasgun in his good arm and opened fire indiscriminately. One blast found the ground beside Markov, and without hesitation, he fired back.
Everyone went for their guns.
All orders to cease firing were lost between the harsh cracks of laser weaponry and the loud reports of bolt weapon fire.
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Post by VanHelser on Oct 21, 2004 7:59:35 GMT -5
Reply author: LoMaxxDurang Replied on: 26/03/2004 05:52:43 Message: Oh hell thought Arkturus as he saw the eruption of fire from the host of weapons, he lunged and pushed Maltheus to the ground. "Look this is out of hand Inquisitor and it never should have gotten this far, but that's the past and this is the future if the Imperium is to make something decent of this situation we must work together." Palov rolled to the side as Maltheus kneed him in the stomach, "Oh now you want to talk sense." Hmmm, maybe I deserved that thought Pavlov as he rolled up to his knees. He pulled a stun grenade and tossed it over the side as he called his men to pull back from the ledge. The stun grenade went off in the midst of the party on the level below knocking them to the floor. Palov began to stand when he felt the cold admantium of Maltheus double barreled bolter against his temple. "This ends now, you impudent fool. Call your men off." he didn't need to speak the last words of his threat. Palov didn't understand how thick this Inquisitor could be, the man had just heard him pull his men off the rim and to hold there fire, and they were starting to do that. "I already did Lord Maltheus." said Arkturus with a careful nod int he direction of his troops, when a stray las round ricocheted off a wall and hit Maltheus's weapon knocking it from his hand and off the precipice. Palov acted slamming into Maltheus and past him towards his unit as he tried to call them down and to hold their fire. ______________________________________________________________________
"Hmmmm personally Major I have no argument, in fact I will assist you in your endeavors." He lifted his vox and spoke a coded phrase that was nothing but gibberish to Silos. I believe you will want to go get your men, I will tell my sniper squad that was watching them to stand down and let them pass without harm.
Inquisitor Lorenthius Maximus Durang "History is Lies agreed upon by the victorious." Napoleon Bonaparte Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 26/03/2004 08:10:54 Message: "Excellent!" he popped a harty salute the Lt Colonol's way, "Great working with you." He turned to walk out of the tent, "By the way, you guys work quick, what with the camp and all..."
He fingered his vox link and streamed out a series of quick orders, his two sergeants returned acknowlegements with obvious approval. The perimeter guard was startled by the quick appearence of Silos' scout watching his location.
An intense fight broke out above them, sharp cracks issued back and forth between soldiers. Juxt had been standing nearest the location of a tossed grenade. He stumbled backward as his head swam in confusion from the concussion. Markov shielded his face as the blast pushed in on his head. Shaking his face, he resumed his aim and blasted at the fraggers above.
Raalthon clinked toward Jenna, who was holding her face in her good hand. Unphased by the concusive blast, he tapped some runes on his arm and grabbed the Lady Inquisitor in a hug. Las blasts ricocheted around, one nearly took Jenna in the back. But his shield was up and inplace, a loud crackle fizzled the shot with a blinding yellow flash. Smaller flashes popped as shots bounced off the floor around them. His brother Adept had gone berserk, firing recklessly into the fray above.
Jenna's concentration was broken when she opened her eyes, her sight bobbing around uncohesively. She closed her eyes shut and opened her mind to the vile warp. She could feel Raalthon grab her with cold metal arms, and could pick out each person individually in the Warp.
She concentrated hard, what she knew of dampeners was that the newer technology was quite unreliable against the right amount of force. She felt her way to the Interrogator's mind, trying to find it through the absence of Warp above, and failed. Taking a breath, she remembered her mentor's teachings, "In the face of danger, the Warp is difficult to mold. Be calm, take measured breathes, close yourself to the Chaos. Good. Now, act!"
Inquisitor Stryde's eyes opened and stared upward, her hair swam through the air like crystal clear water. Raalthon eyed her with his blue light orbs, which turned white when he observed her. "...Damage Report?...Are you alright?" he asked lightly, his energy readings off her were quite astounding!
Jenna's teeth clenched in a nasty contortion, her gaze followed the retreating Interogator. She was in control now, she pushed and pushed. Her vision pulsed closer and closer to the handsome man, like looking through a hunting scope with a heart. The shield faught her away, relentlessly.
Raalthon couldn't believe the readings he was receiving! The energy coming off this human was too much! His eyes switched to red as he scanned the temperature of the room. It was scaring him how fast frost formed on the structure around him, and a chilling scream ripped from her mouth his sensors claimed a human voice couldn't produce. Inquisitor Stryde's core temperature had dropped a few degrees, close enough to endanger her life! His calculations formed and commanded that she be taken from the area, which he faught vigorously, knowing whatever it was she was doing would probably turn the tides!
With some quick shakings of hands, Silos introduced his squad with one set up by the Lt. Col. "As you probably know, there are no comms in or out of this place. Emperor willing, that will all change when we get inside. I'm saying we enter, set up comms, and find out what's going down."
She stared deep into the Warp mirror of this chamber, inching her way steadily toward the struggling Interrogator's mind. She pushed and pushed against the null field, sending more and more energy upward. If she could look around, she would see Juxt, Markus and Ejerholm squinting from the yell she had no possession of.
With a sudden release, her power slammed through the field to connect squarly with Palov's mind. She poured pain upon agony, her chosen power, trying to knock the man unconscious. She felt his mind fight it as well as the now fizzling machinery nearby. Then, blackness enveloped her.
Raalthon grabbed the female Inquisitor tighter as she dropped unconscious, the chilling energy must have been too much to control. He hoped whatever it was she did helped, he almost wanted to cower from the display he saw.
Keep your profile on the IC board up to date - pretty please? Reply author: InquisitorMaltheus Replied on: 26/03/2004 14:29:57 Message: Maltheus glared at the Interogator as he ran toward his men. He reached out and stopped Rostock from following.
"Let him go," Maltheus growled through clenched teeth. "He doesn't have it. Our only concern is the relic."
"But sir, he..." Rostock began.
"He is of no consequence," Maltheus said in a low and cold tone, still staring in the direction of the Interogator's retreat. He reached out his hand and focused for a moment on the blessed adamantium of his weapon. The custom bolt pistol twitched on the ground for a moment then came flying toward his hand. He caught it by the grip and holstered it, turning back to his men.
The acolytes and the guardsman were on the ground, clutching their ears. Jenna's psychic shriek was effecting nearly everyone around. Maltheus was able to push it out of his mind, but realizing what was happening he looked at Rostock, and raised an eyebrow.
"You," he began.
"Have been trained well, Inquisitor," Rostock said simply, implying Maltheus should not delve any further. Maltheus agreed for the moment and decided not to question the Interogator's seemingly innate ability to sluff off such a tremendous psychic attack.
"We need to get down to the lower level," Maltheus said. He bent over and hefted the two acolytes over his shoulders. "Grab him."
Rostock lifted Holst over his shoulder and began to follow Maltheus. He was surprised at how quickly the Inquisitor could move with the weight of two acolytes over his shoulders. He wondered at were they were going, but stopped as Maltheus turned a corner and began running down a corridor that seemed to spiral downward. How Maltheus knew where he was going was beyond the Interogator. He simply followed.
They emerged at the lower level. Maltheus saw Stryde and the Tech priest. He lowered the acolytes to the ground and motioned for Rostock to stay there with them. He moved slowly toward the Lady Inquisitor, feeling the sting of the frezzing air get more and more frigid the closer he approached. He was not sure who she was trying to find, but had a good idea. He raised a hand to the Tech Priest, indicating that he meant no harm. He simply watched and waited...would she be able to turn the tide with this attack?
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Post by VanHelser on Oct 21, 2004 7:59:52 GMT -5
Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 26/03/2004 14:57:23 Message: This was the first time Jenna had ever combined her two most potent psychics. Her mentor had called them "Mind War" and "Psychic Shriek", aparently he had done some time on the ancient Black Ships.
Her consciousness wavered in and out as the other Inquisitor approached. "Did I...the inhibitors...the dampeners...Palov..." Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 27/03/2004 01:07:18 Message: Seizing the moment, Markov ran to Jenna, and helped her up. 'Are you alright Inquisitor,' he asked softly.
Jenna shook the disorientation from her head, and pushed herself away from Markov. 'Yes, I am fine,' she stated harshly, 'is Palov...'
'He's out of the equation for now,' Maltheus said. 'We must now discuss the fate of the relic,' he said this directly at Ejerholm; the Techpriest still looked agitated, and had only paused in his firing due to the laspistols power cell expiring.
'It does not leave here,' Ejerholm said, 'and it does not get destroyed. I will not accept anything less.' He holstered his laspistol and gripped his chainaxe tightly, his thumb drifting threatingly towards the activation stud.
'Well, Ejerholm says that, but we would be willing to leave with some of the other trinkets back there,' Markov offered. He didn't know whether Maltheus's or Ejerholm's stare was the more scathing.
'Pay no attention to him,' Ejerholm shouted, 'he does not speak for the Xenarites!'
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Keep your profile on the IC board up to date - it benefits us all! Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 27/03/2004 07:20:38 Message: Juxt saw the menacing look in the Priest's stance, and walked up to get between Stryde and Ejerholm.
"Brother Maltheus, how bad is it out there? I mean, even if we can do what needs be, are there more like him?" her good hand was held over her closed eyes. Backlash pain pierced her brain from the exertion.
Ejerholm continued adjusting his grip, his wrath nowhere near it's peak.
"Inquisitor Stryde, perhaps it is time to reveal your position in this matter." Raalthon spoke in a low even tone. He backed away from her and faced Ejerholm, hoping she would pour some light on the situation.
Letting go of her face, she opened her eyes and looked between the mighty Inquisitor and the enraged Mechanicus. She fished around in a pocket for something and spoke, "Usually I would not divulge this kind of information, but given our circumstances, it's either that or possible death." She pulled out a data slate and held it out for Maltheus, who promptly took it and scanned it's contents.
"There is no need for that here, Brother Adept," she held her hand up slowly, trying to sound reasonbale. "I have been sent on a mission by our Ordo to investigate and procure this artefact. I am working in conjunction with the Adeptus Mechanicus, which I'm a little surprised you knew nothing about, Ejerholm." Pointing gingerly to the slate, "As you can see, Brother, the Tech Priests are on to something here, something grand indeed." Reply author: LoMaxxDurang Replied on: 27/03/2004 07:59:25 Message: Arkturus' vision swam and a migrane hit him like a hurricane as Strydes attack hit him with force. He tried to stop it, but it was immensely powerful. He tried to push it away but it felt like it was everywhere at once. He realized as his vision began dimming that he was begining to blackout, he cut that sense of perception by simply closing his eyes so his mind could concentrate on saving him. The process seemed to take eons when in reality it was mere moments as he supressed the shockwave and regained his strength. "Chnage of plans gentleman go to plan beta 4." said Palov to his men. It was only then he noticed the coppery taste in his mouth; his nose was bleeding as were his ears and the migraine was still incredibly persistent. ______________________________________________________________________
"So major shall we go?" said the colonel to Silos as he hefted his combat pack upon his shoulders and his fellow stormtroopers stepped forward. ______________________________________________________________________ The grenades and the jump ropes went over the side of the chasm at teh same time allowing for Palov and his men the needed time to decend as a group without being completely masacred on the way down. They reached bottom and established a firing line upon the group of Inquisitors. "This heresy must end now." ______________________________________________________________________
"How goes surface operations?" asked Blackbane to one of his most trusted Astropaths as he contineued to read the Emperor's Tarot. "As planned my Lord, the radicals will leave with the relic in tow. "Good then we will know exactly where to begin our search for this heretical blackmarket group. ______________________________________________________________________
OOC hey this would be a good time for a group of waskly pirates to attack Hell frozen over base camp dontcha think.
Inquisitor Lorenthius Maximus Durang "History is Lies agreed upon by the victorious." Napoleon Bonaparte Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 27/03/2004 14:08:45 Message: "I give you two choices," the injured Navigator spoke from his sick bed. "One, you turn yourself into a holding cell until Inquisitor Stryde's return. Or the other, I execute you here and now." He said these words so calmly that the young pilot's eyes widened, face pale.
"B-but sir..." "No but's, leave my sight, or meet your maker." Borno looked past him to his personal guards. One came up behind the pilot and took his arm. Reluctantly, he left with them to await his miserable fate.
"Hmph! The gall of the man! Disobeying direct orders onboard a Holy Inquirer's ship!" He spoke to no one in particular. "His penance shall be swift indeed..."
"Lead the way, Lt. Colonol," Silos spoke with a grin on his face. It had been quite a while since he had worked within the rank and file system of the ol' IG back on Cadia.
The Major ordered his comms man to set up inside the temple doorway. He could only move inside about five meters before he couldn't contact the camp outside, so he moved closer to the outside. As the group crept down a long corridor, Silos continued to try hailing Inquisitor Stryde, to no avail.
He noticed an eerie hum coming from the floor and walls. Looking around, the others of both groups noticed it as well, slightly unnerving them in this clearly alien structure.
The giant man noticed their movements first, his ever-vigilent pose reacted. "DUCK!" he roared as he saw the soldiers drop concussive and photo-flash grenades on top of them. With a large hand, he swiped Inquisitor Stryde away toward a wall. As lightweight as she was, she tripped and slid away.
Most of her strength had gone into that psychic attack that her legs couldn't get her up. She scooped up her pistol and tried desperately to push away the grogginess.
Markov dove and covered his head with his arms. Concussive blasts going off in the air behind him, he shook away the scrambled eggs feeling his head gave him. He landed near the Lady Inquisitor and provided some cover fire with his alien blaster. He half-dragged, half-helped her get behind some harder cover with his off hand. One of his shots caused a guardsman descending to let go of the rope too early, a crack was heard when he landed hard on his ankle.
Raalthon held his hands up toward the descending troopers "NO! STOP PLEASE! IN THE NAME OF THE MACHINE GOD, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT!" the volume on his voice modulator was turned up loud enough to be heard over the popping grenades. A flash grenade landed directly infront of him, which he promptly snatched up and held close, doubling over as the flash detonated.
The old savant Bjoriuio still sat helplessly in his hiding spot, plugging his ears and clenching his eyes shut.
Juxt backed away slightly from the group to give himself swinging room. Which he used to swat grenades away and upward as they fell around him. He was getting sick and tired of grenades. I'll have her teach me to deflect these too, he thought.
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Post by VanHelser on Oct 21, 2004 8:00:10 GMT -5
Reply author: InquisitorMaltheus Replied on: 27/03/2004 15:21:35 Message: Maltheus barely had time to register the information Stryde had just handed him. He cringed at the sound of Palov's voice. Turning swiftly and pointing his double barreled bolt pistol at the rapidly forming firing line, he responded with a very frustrated scream.
"Yes!" he bellowed. "The heresy ends NOW!"
He squeased off a couple of rounds, taking out some guardsmen in their descent from the upper level. Maltheus held up a hand and the concussion grenades that were falling bounced off his protective psychic wall. The few that had gotten through sent shock waves though his gut. He shook off the nauseus feeling and stepped boldly toward the group of guardsmen.
Rostock and the acolytes, who were now on thier feet, rushed to his side. A las bolt ripped through Rostock's carpace, grazing his shoulder. Leon Holst was also mobile once again, and he immediately took up a well covered firing position. He fired shot after shot, placing them carefully so as to dissable, but not kill his fellow guardsmen. Each shot he fired was right on it's mark, and followed by a silent prayer.
Maltheus disregarded all the shots being fired around him as he advanced purposefully toward the stubborn Interogator. He fired more shots into Palov's line, but refrained from hitting the Interogator. Taking a position behind one of the multiple outcroppings, he turned to Rostock.
"Go," he told him. "Finish this."
Rostock nodded and stepped out from the outcropping. He slowly drew his power weapon from its scabbard across his back. He activated it and the short wide blade of the axe hummed and began to glow with a dull green energy. He let the head of the axe swing lithely in his loose grip, the green energy tracing circles in the air before him as the short handle spun in Rostock's well trained grip. He stopped the spinnig and pointed the blade at Palov.
"You," he called out. "Time to die."
Maltheus looked back at Stryde who was still groggy from her psychic strain. He let out a long sigh. He knew he had to change his strategy. Though he was defiant, many times, he would never overtly oppose direct orders from the Ordo. Besides, he thought finaly, this is the direction he wanted his new Order to go...working in conjunction with the Mechanicus to hunt down powerful weapons and destroy them. Only Ejerholm seemed to have different ideals. He looked at Raalthon. That was the key. He resolved to a new plan, as a las bolt zipped past his head and brought him back to the current situation.
He turned and fired his bilt pistol into the group of guardsmen, and noticed Rostock standing, pointing his short power axe at Palov.
"Well," Maltheus said to Ripley but still watching the Interogators. "I'll give him points for style." Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 28/03/2004 00:12:23 Message: Ejerholm eyed Stryde, trying to discern whether or not there was any truth in her words. It was an odd and rare occurence for the Inquisition and the Adeptus Mechanicus to work side by side, but yet here was Raalthon, a trusted brother Adept, working in conjunction with Inquisitor Stryde. Perhaps Raalthon was a renegade from the Xenarites, perhaps he had succumbed to the lure of alien technology totally, and was trying to convert himself into something entirely xenos - his eyes were indeed possessed of an un-machine god light. Yes, a much more likely explanation for this alliance.
'You lie!' he shouted at her, 'you come here to steal this artefact for your own use, you are not working with the Adeptus Mechanicus, I can tell that Raalthon has turned.' Ejerholm pointed the head of his chainaxe at Raalthon. 'He is a techno-heretic!'
There was no worse insult that a Techpriest could throw at another than what Ejerholm had just yelled. To say a member of the Adeptus Mechanicus had abandoned the Omnissiah was equal to an Inquisitor declaring another Inquisitor Excommunite Tratoris.
Raalthon's eyes burned red.
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Keep your profile on the IC board up to date - it benefits us all! Reply author: LoMaxxDurang Replied on: 30/03/2004 08:59:46 Message: Palov's men leveled there weapons and opened fire on Maltheus's men wounding or perhapskilling a number them with there sustasined firepower. Rostock was enraged at this and ordered his fellows to open fire once more. "End this heresy and destroy the device Stryde,"Palov called over the den of flame and thunder.
Inquisitor Lorenthius Maximus Durang "History is Lies agreed upon by the victorious." Napoleon Bonaparte Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 30/03/2004 09:04:21 Message: As he stood up, his Adept's robes were singed and smoking yet from the grenade he took for the team. "WHAT?!?" Raalthon couldn't believe his ears! His calculating computers tried defining emotional trauma for him as his eyes changed to the Infrared spectrum on their own.
"BLASPHEMER!!" the peacable Tech Priest hunched slightly, one of his mech-hands tapped on his torso. His other hand folded up, one of his mechandrites whirred around his back and connected to his outstretched now-handless arm. Las bolts flicked harmlessly off his invisible force globe.
"It was YOU who brought them here!" Ejerholm pointed his now running chain axe his Brother's way.
"No more sacrilegious speech, Brother!" ignoring the chaos of battle around him, "I am here before you, a living entity for the Machine God, who do you plea for!?!" The folded arm pulsed bright green as he redirected power to the makeshift plasma blaster. This was the first time Raalthon let his emotions cloud his judgement in many, many decades.
Between the childish name callings between the Mechanicus fools, Juxt squared up between Ejerholm and his Lady. With a powerful swing, he connected with the Priest's outstretched axe. Ejerholm, regaining his guard after his posing, sent a fierce attack back at the giant. But Juxt had been training with the blade his whole remembered life and deflected the eviscerating blow, countering with a downward swipe.
The axe teeth scraped and skittered wild across the Xenos floor. This was it, Juxt spun full circle, his blade trailing a blue line in a great horizontal dipping arc. The priest brought his axe up from it's awkward position to parry the blow. Bellowing the Emperor's Blessings, Juxt slammed the Tech Priest away as the axe's adamanite shaft absorbed the whole of the powerful strike. Letting out a huff, the giant turned and went to protect Inquisitor Stryde.
Jenna watched her ward's ensuing battle, and it brought her back to reality. Silently cheering him on, she raised her las pistol and fired back at the firing line to pin them. Clyde (who she would have to thank later) had brought them into a superb cover position behind a crystallin structure. Whenever a las blast flicked off the structure around her, the crystal deflected it away. Then she noticed Raalthon's rage...
The Tech Adept was vibrating as he stood hunched, the arm glowed very brightly now. His vox was set on a mechanical chant that didn't exactly sound human, but no doubt was an ancient Mechanicus hymn. His ever-calculating computers screemed that he release the blast before it overheated, but he didn't want to kill anybody, did he? Ejerholm's words struck a note in him, 'Techno-heretic?', surely not!
Knowing he had to release, he scanned for the best possible target. Slowly, he turned from Inquisitor Stryde, to Interrogator Palov, to Adept Ejerholm, to the military leaders of the battle. Who would die by his hand?
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Post by VanHelser on Oct 21, 2004 8:00:26 GMT -5
Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 30/03/2004 23:50:54 Message: Ejerholm was batted away by Juxt's forceful blow. Even the machine parts of Ejerholm's body were no defence against the strength the man wielded, and Ejerhom felt more subsystems within his torso crack and stop functioning efficiently. He looked up at Raalthon, a luminescent ball of plasma barely contained in the field on his arm, his eyes still that fitful red. The techno-heretic would surely evaporate him, inflicting macro-critical malfunctions upon his body.
The lift finally reached the bottom of the chamber, and Dorsin and Dominic got off, making for cover as quickly as possible. Markov saw them and waved them over to him.
'Ejerholm's gone nuts!' Markov shouted over the din at the Savant.
'Unsurprising,' Dorsin answered, shaking his head, 'Techpriests are often known to have their sanity leave them. Shame really.'
From the shadows at the behind one plate from the structure, the Kroot Drugal watched the action unfolding, he was sure that the artefact was around here somewhere, as this fighting between the Gue'vessa had to be over something...
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Keep your profile on the IC board up to date - it benefits us all! Reply author: LoMaxxDurang Replied on: 31/03/2004 08:20:54 Message: +++In the void of space far from the star Arimathya and its orbiting planets white lightning sprang from the heavens ripping asunder normal space and breaching a great crimson tear. From this wound belched forth Reaper Squadron. It was an Imperial Navy squadron of three Gothic Battle Ships, the Ortega captained by Vice Admiral Alonzo Verona a venerable naval man of nearly 76 years, the Lurker captained by Captain Scott Jierell a notorious tactician, and the Percivel captained by commander Edmund Friar defender of Slue IX. The squadron had been sent to investigate the attack on the Arimathian world of Serpa in which the royal family had been all but massacred and the metropolis of New Tyco City had been burnt to the ground in nuclear fire. The ships came about and drove their engines towards Serpa. A group of 6 Ironclads bearing the code of arms of the Scarius Royal Family entered formation as escort. The ships closed and then fired their Fusion Cannons rending space itself as well as Task Force Reaper to nothing.
"Wasn't that interesting Demetrius? Do you like my new play things? I hope you do." Said the lulling voice in his ancient mind as he awoke from the dream vision and entered one anew. "I am no longer yours to control." He said looking down at his gleaming white armour. "Perhaps, but we both know that you still have to hear me when I call you." Came the voice of shadow. "I made that as a choice do not even try to claim you chose the path." Said the tall warrior. "Show yourself to me and I will banish you once more to the Dark Realm you belong." "Not this time, no this time it is who shall take you to the dark realm and consume what is left of your soul." The voice's laugh echoed in the chambers of Demetrius's mind.
Demetrius's armored form groaned to life as he came out of the dream vision. This was the third time that sick manifestation had called to him in the past month since he had begun his voyage to the Panea system. Palov needed to return and the Righteous Vengeance needed to leave. ______________________________________________________________________
Sweet Emperor save us the Magos has lost his mind, thoght Palov as the deranged gun man pointed his weapon at various targets. Palov prepared to use his telekenetic abilities to throw the Magos through a wall if he needed to but the cyborg moved on searching for a target. In that moment of concentration on one thing Rostock struck bringing his power ax to bare attempting to cleave Palov from Collar bone down. Arkturus barely caught the stopped th blow with a hastily thrown upwards block with his power sword. Rostock went through his psykic shield, how wsa that possible? Arkturus didnt have time to dwell as Rostock was once more on the attack. Palov parried and side stepped the giants attack spinning around him smoothly and stabbing him in the left kidney with his wrist blade. Rostock spun like a great top with rage and slammed his ax down in attampt to devide Arkturus in two. Palov blocked this blow as well but barely even in the power armour he wore Arkturus was not as strong as this behemoth. Rostock pressed his weapon down the energy of each sparking loudly. Palov tried to push him away with his telekenetic powers and coudlnt budge him. Rostock then savagely kicked the interrigator across the chamber; only his amrour saving him from death.
Inquisitor Lorenthius Maximus Durang "History is Lies agreed upon by the victorious." Napoleon Bonaparte Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 31/03/2004 09:55:36 Message: As the soldiers ducked and returned fire at the hidden Inquisitor and Markov, Juxt looked for his place and found it. He charged the nearest shock trooper, his frost blade ready to wipe him out.
Raalthon's eyes changed from red to blue as panic replaced his anger. He brought his arm around to bear on everyone around, vibrating erratically. Searching for a target worthy of his recklessness, he found the floating servo skull above him. That's it!
He grasped his arm/gun with his other hand to steady himself and fired. The green plasma instantly took off upward, lighting the room brightly. An audible 'pop' issued as the skull bounced up into the air and then exploded in a shower of powdered bone and bionic metals.
Anyone observing the spectacle shielded their eyes from the brightness, each group assessing the damages of their actions. Reply author: InquisitorMaltheus Replied on: 31/03/2004 15:51:30 Message: Rostock spun around to face the other Interogator, spinning his axe nimbly in his hand. The pale green energy of the blade tracing lightly faded circles of green in the air. Rage was painted across his face. He felt himself bleeding. The hot blood running down his back and spilling on the alien floor. He brought his axe around to bare once again, and stepped quickly toward his fallen enemy. He charged full on, the gap between them closing with every step.
"His is to live!" Maltheus called out to the Interogator.
Rostock's charge did not falter. He spun, slicing one of Palov's guardsmen in the back as he attempted to stop the charge. Rostock continued his charge, disregarding the now fallen guardsman and focusing on his target again. He let out an earth shatering scream and brought the axe down swiftly.
Palov didn't even flinch as the blade of the axe burried into the alien floor next to his head. He stared into Rostock's eyes as the rival interogator's face hovered inches from his own.
"I think it's time for you to go," Rostock growled through clenched teeth.
Inquisitor Maltheus let out a sigh of relief as he saw that Palov still lived. He turned to see the others, all trying to maitain distance from the crazed Tech Priest. He then covered his eyes as a servo skull burst into green flame.
This was getting harder and harder, and his patience was dwindling. He had to talk to Stryde and figure out what he was going to do about this. There was much more at stake than anyone could have imagined.
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Post by VanHelser on Oct 21, 2004 8:00:45 GMT -5
Reply author: InquisitorMaltheus Replied on: 31/03/2004 21:46:37 Message: Maltheus walked over to the Interogators. He placed a hand on Rostock's shoulder, and moved him back. He looked down at Palov.
"He's right, Interogator," Maltheus said. "Go back to your Master and tell him this matter is in Ordo Xenos hands now."
A couple of Palov's men began to help him to his feet. Maltheus turned and began to walk toward Inquisitor Stryde. There was so much going on at once, he hoped that the Lady did not see him as part of the problem. He looked at her and noticed that her stare seemed to go right through him. He made out the words her mouth was forming, and suddenly grim reality sunk in. He turned, and the world seemed to move in slow motion.
"I will not leave so easily," Palov had screamed. Jenna's cry of warning was not quite fast enough. The enraged Interogator had leveled one of the guardsman's guns at Maltheus. The Inquisitor raised his pistol, but it was too late. The flash and crack of a lasbolt filled the air. Maltheus saw the form of Rostock jump in front of him, knocking him to the floor. As he looked up the world moved in real time once again.
Rostock hit the ground gripping his stomach, and spat blood on the floor. Maltheus looked at Palov, who had shock plastered across his face. He dropped to his knees, and Maltheus looked at the power Axe that protruded from the front of Palov's armor. The Interogator looked down at his wound, eyes wide. He grabbed the handle of the axe and pulled it out of his chest. It dropped to the floor with a clatter. He fell forward, and lay prostate before his stunned men.
One of the guardsmen ran to his side and rolled him over. His breath was weak and shallow. Blood flowed from under his armor. The guard looked at Maltheus.
"I said he was to live," Maltheus snapped at Rostock, who still had not regained his feet.
"He will live," Rostock coughed. "But he will need immediate Medical attention."
Maltheus nodded at the guardsmen who began to gather the Interogator and all of his things. They assembled themselves and made thier way to leave, the same way they came in. Maltheus then stood and walked over to Rostock. He grabbed his shoulder and tried to pull him to his feet. The big Interogator winced as his 'Master' pulled on him. Maltheus noticed the burn on his armor.
"You're wounded," Maltheus said in shock. He motioned for Ripley and Holst to come over and help.
"I will be fine," Rostock said, still gripping his abdomen. "But, I will need medical attention soon, as well." His face was pale as he looked at Maltheus and smiled weakly. He moved his hand away slightly and blood flowed from the charred wound. He rolled his head back against a wall, and closed his eyes. Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 01/04/2004 00:30:29 Message: Vault watched from the viewing screens of the bridge as the shuttle blasted out of the hold and began making its way back across to the 'Righteous Vengeance.' The meddling fool Roderick was finally off his craft - a good thing too; Vault had been close to summoning servitor warriors to eradicate his presence onboard the 'Omnissiah's Forge.'
'Have we heard anything from Ejerholm?' Vault asked one of the Techpriests clustered around the communications console.
'Nothing for well one point nine four hours now,' the Techpriest answered, shaking his head.
'They must have found the Relic by now,' another said.
Vault wasn't so sure of anything anymore.
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Keep your profile on the IC board up to date - it benefits us all! Reply author: LoMaxxDurang Replied on: 01/04/2004 07:34:09 Message: Palovs men created a makeshift gurney and carried him down the halls towards the exit. As they made their way Palov slipped in and out of conciousness, it was during one of these periods of conciousness that the group crossed paths with Stryde and Palovs other men. Palov stopped and asked who Strydes men were. One identified himself as a Major Silos under the command of Lady Stryde. " Palov raised himself up much tot he duress of his men and grabbed Silos by the shirt pulling him down with all his physical and mental might, "Tell your lady that when I return to my ship I am going to have this whole complex raised to the ground with an orbital bombardment. Now scurry to your mistress before I change my mind on the warning." Palov unconcious once more blood dribbling from his open mouth. His men quickly left the passage leaving Silos and his team running towards Strydes location.
Upon reaching the surface palov once again regained conciousness and gave a final order before once again drifting off; destroy the entrance.
Palovs thunderhawk's engines roared to life as he left but the sound was eclipsed by destruction of temple entrance Palov and Silos had used.
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"My Lord Blackbane the Interigator Arkturus Palov has returned to ship and is in the medical ward." said a servitor skull to Blackbane.
The ship was ordered to prepare to leave but Blackbane would here Palov's report before the ship was fully prepared to begin its journey to the edge of system to enter the warp once more and head to Kilorna.
Inquisitor Lorenthius Maximus Durang "History is Lies agreed upon by the victorious." Napoleon Bonaparte Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 01/04/2004 09:07:27 Message: "Juxt, secure Ejerholm and his prattling," a mirthful grin crept over Markov's face as he watched the giant manhandle the Tech Priest.
"I...I...Damage Report?" Raalthon clanked over to his restrained brother, confused from the battle.
Holstering her las pistol, Inquisitor Stryde walked out to the center of the chamber. "Markov, secure that entrance and make sure that fool doesn't come back." She unzipped her thermosuit to reveal the purple silks she was accustomed to. The battle had heated the room uncomfortably.
"You lie, witch! You would destroy this! The pinaccle of an ancient civilization!" Ejerholm struggled against the metal restraints, his mechandrites held by the powerful man.
"SHUT," pointing her finger at the Priest, "UP!"
"Let's get to the point, Stryde, this has been a long day and I forsee a longer one ahead." Maltheus holstered his weapon and folded his arms over his broad chest. He was just now noticing how young this Inquisitor appeared, easily no older than that Interrogator Palov.
"If I could apologize for that idiot's interruptions," she met his gaze with an even respect, "I would. However, he is on his way out, probably thinking up a way to deter us. So I shall be brief, Brother." She paused and looked around at the others there. It appeared everyone was under confidence of some sort, so she continued. "My mission is to help the Adeptus Mechanicus procure this 'artefact' and assist in their setting up research. The agents I worked with had no knowlege exactly what we would find, and thought it would be transportable. Aparently, it is not. Now, before you respond, here is my arguement."
Savant Mjoruio finally rose and walked slowly to Stryde's side. "On that data slate is the culmination of Dorvastian technological achievements, according to the Adeptus Mechanicus records. This is a long deceased race, one that had technology much greater than ours in some respects. It took alot of selling on their part, but the Tech Adepts have convinced myself and others within our Ordo to investigate and assess whether it would indeed be worth looking further into."
She flipped her purple lock from her face, "My recommendation is that we do indeed take the next step, let the Mechanicus set up and observe what we can. If this is what that crazy Techno over there says it is, this discovery would undeniably benefit the Imperium. I sense no taint here, danger yes, chaos, no. And besides, the race is dead."
Silos trotted along the corridor warily, signs of explosives and debris showed traps along the way. He brought his men along and could see the light of a room as he approached. He tried his comlink, as he had been doing for the past ten minutes. "Blood to Alpha, RC, Blood to Alpha, over."
He was surprised when he heard Juxt's voice, "...*crackle*...This is team Alpha! You sound close!" he paused trying to remember radio protocol, "...Status Report?"
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Post by VanHelser on Oct 21, 2004 8:01:08 GMT -5
Reply author: InquisitorMaltheus Replied on: 01/04/2004 20:17:37 Message: Maltheus looked into Stryde's eyes. How valid these 'orders' were from the Ordo Xenos he was unsure. However, this young inquisitor had a flair about her that Maltheus felt he could relate to. The study of the device was essential to prove that its destruction was neccessary. He did not want his research into these "High Threat" items to be incomplete.
"You're right," he said finaly. He uncrossed his arms an stepped a bit closer to the Lady. Placing an arm around her shoulder they began walking slowly as he explained his thoughts. "I have contacts within the Mechanicus, as well. One in particular, that I would like to bring in and help me out with this. His information and input is vital to my research."
He stopped and looked Stryde directly in her eyes. He placed both hands on her shoulders.
"I think this place would make a fine addition to one's...shall we say...assets," he began. "A relatively little known planet, with a facility already set up such as this. The mind boggles at the possibilities."
He looked around the vast chamber and at the two Tech Priests already there. He made a note to himself that bringing in his Mechanicus contact could add to his cause. He could have a place to send the devices that he was studying, before he had them destroyed. Also, he would make a like minded ally in Lady Stryde.
He turned back to Stryde and raised an eyebrow.
"Well," asked. "What do you think?" Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 01/04/2004 23:47:40 Message: Calmed by the injuries and the close proximity of the one who had caused them, Ejerholm began to listen to what was being said.
'You mean not to destroy the Relic?' he asked, pleased with the new direction the discussion was taking.
'For the time being, yes,' Maltheus answered, starting towards the Techpriest, hand hovering over his holster incase the Techpriest was attempting some kind of ruse.
'And you say an associate of yours should begin the studying? Does he have experience in this field? Does he have a thorough knowledge of the Dorvastian empire's technology?' Ejerholm asked relentlessly. 'There is an Adeptus Mechanicus ship in orbit right now filled with my brethren, ready to begin an investigation into what has been found - we should begin right away! Well, what do you have to say, Inquisitor?' Ejerholm stared at Maltheus, wondering exactly who this associate of his was, and what the plans were for the site. He had researched too long to be denied this goal.
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Keep your profile on the IC board up to date - it benefits us all! Reply author: InquisitorMaltheus Replied on: 02/04/2004 01:26:57 Message: "Absolutely," Maltheus said in an almost too passive tone. "Your research should begin as soon as possible. I disagreeosciate has no extensive knowledge of Dorvastioan tech, however...he is well versed in weapons that can be classified as "High Threat." I think we can all agree that this falls into that category."
Maltheus looked around, waiting for any type of argument. It seemed there was none, at the moment. He decided to capitalize on the moment and continue.
"I disagreeosciate will simply observe," he continued. "He will record the functions of the device and apply a threat index. It is neccessary in order for me to leave this place standing...in good conscious."
He looked over to Stryde and gave a quick wink. She caught the gesture and returned a slight grin. Maltheus enjoyed playing with the Tech Priests. He was quite an interesting individual.
"Well, Brother Tech Priest?" Maltheus said, again crossing his arms and looking into the Priest's 'eyes.' Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 02/04/2004 08:43:29 Message: Inquisitor Stryde relaxed visibly. "Your words ring true to my ears, Brother Maltheus. I cannot thank you enough for your interlude. It is a rare occurance when I meet an Inquirer with a clear mind such as yours. I fully agree," She turned to Ejerholm and shot him an angry glare, "We will move forward with this endeavor."
Raalthon found his 'voice' again, after scanning his Brother's injuries. "May I interject?" in a low volume, conversational tone, "We all know the importance of such a find. But what of the conflict? Surely that Interregator will report this location?"
Maltheus held a smirk on his face that didn't touch his eyes. "Adept, worry not. I have spoken with his Master of late, we will have an audience and clear up Palov's transgressions promptly."
Before Juxt could relay his new info, Markov shouted, "INCOMING!"
Silos held his lasrifle up to his eye as he scuttled toward the room. Someone had yelled a warning to the inhabitants and covered him with an odd looking blaster. His squad moved up around him, kneeling and taking position.
"This is Major Silos Brigande! Lower your weapons, we have come for Inquisitor Stryde!" Everyone turning to the shouting, Jenna held up her metal hand and immediately replied, "It's alright! He's with me!"
Markov gave a shrug and lowered his weapon, Silos and his ilk followed suit. As they crossed into the cavern, Silos clapped the archeoxenan on the shoulder, "Good cover,", and moved past to bow infront of Jenna.
Knowing he had to use proper decorum, he spoke, "My Lady, I've passed another group sponsored by an Inquisitor. Their commander means to strike the temple, we must leave immediately." Then he raised his eyes to meet hers and whispered, "Boy, it's good to see you, Jenna." Reply author: Van Helser Replied on: 03/04/2004 00:04:15 Message: Ejerholm was pleased. He had been given permission to begin investigated right away, not that he needed the Inquisitor's blessings. Juxt had undone the bindings and Ejerholm was now standing again, releasing pain suppressants into his systems. He was about to open a comm channel with Vault when the man calling himself 'Major Silos' had entered. He had said that they were about to come under bombardment from the battleship in orbit.
'Help me prime the E.M.P. device Raalthon!' Ejerholm shouted as he awkwardly stepped towards the tomb.
'What? Raalthon said confused.
'We can use the Relic to take out the ship in orbit before it attacks!'
'No Ejerholm,' Markov said, 'don't even think about it.' He waved the Blaster at him. 'You've just about had us all killed six or seven times today already, so just back off and shut up. Whoever's up there won't blow this place up now. They'll realise just how important the Relic is, and leave it well alone. Contact Vault and get him to tell you if the battleship is moving to attack us.'
Ejerholm frowned sluggishly. 'I will do that.'
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Keep your profile on the IC board up to date - it benefits us all! Reply author: InquisitorMaltheus Replied on: 03/04/2004 00:52:38 Message: Maltheus took the opportunity to check on Rostock. He walked over and placed a hand on Leon's shoulder.
"How is he, corporal," Maltheus asked the young guardsman. Leon was carefully placing bangages over the wound on Rostock's midsection, and showing Ripley where to apply pressure.
Maltheus was pleased to see that, regardless of the way Rostock had treated them, Ripley and Holst were still doing thier best to help him. He had formed quite a little team, he thought. He leaned in and waited for Holst's prognosis of the situation. Reply author: Stryde Replied on: 03/04/2004 08:27:43 Message: "Your man looks pretty bad, we left a medi-servitor down that hall." Jenna gestured toward the door neither Maltheus, nor Silos had entered from. "If you can move him, it will be better equipped." Juxt strapped his blade to his back and stood next to Inquisitor Stryde with powerful folded arms.
Seeing Juxt sheath the mighty blade, Silos remembered something. He grabbed the strap around his waist, loosening the bundle. "Here, Inquisitor, looks like you could have used this awhile ago," a humorous smile crept over his face. Stryde's eyes widened minutely as she saw her sword in his outstretched hands. Snatching it away from the Major, "Thank you, talk about timing Major." She just shook her head and laughed.
Then she hid her mirth under concern. "That Interregator said something about 'retrieving' me, to meet his master?" Or put me to the question? I wonder.
"He will not destroy this place while we are here, Major. That is obvious. His master, whomever he is surely would appreciate our station much more than that fool." She shot a raised eyebrow to Maltheus, questioning.
Advice from Inquisitor Stryde after her bionic implantations, "Walk softly...and dodge those damn Multi-Melta shots!" Update your IC profiles, pretty please?
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