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Post by Aj on Aug 9, 2019 11:59:51 GMT -5
The room in which you all currently inhabit is darkly lit and smells of centuries old mold. 2 miles below the surface of the Agriworld called Cel. The air is still and the slightest noise carries for what seems like an eternity. 3 people in this room have answered a call to serve their Emperor. 3 completely different mentalities, backgrounds, and skill sets. But they all serve the Emperor to the best of their ability.
Thunderous footfalls can be heard from a far distance away. He is coming, and with him he brings the power of the most infamous authority known throughout the Imperium as hushed whispers in a crowded bar, or a bedtime story told to keep children in fear and keep them from choosing the wrong paths. This man is an Inquisitor of His Emperor's most Holy Ordos Hereticus. The seal he wears about his neck is enough to make grown men tremble in fear. The absolute authority it possesses is mind numbing.
After what seems like several long minutes the noise of footfall has reached it peak. He is right outside the door.
The door opens and in strides Inquisitor Tollux, a strong featured man in his late 50's if you didn't know any better, wearing ornate power armor of a dark red with white highlights and silver lettering. Without breaking stride he continued on to the middle of the room. He stopped and looked at each face that stared back at him. "Welcome my trusted Acolytes, I have a new mission for you. One that requires my very best. That is why you are here."
"I have received word that something stirs on the Forge World of Cerix Magnus. Whispers are being heard that something has been unearthed and is being kept from the local Mechanicus as well as the local planetary government. I need you three to make planet fall and discover the legitimacy of these whispers. If they hold truth then the Heretics behind it must be embraced by the Emperors light."
Inquisitor Tollux waves a hand at the floor in the middle of the room and a hologram machine emerges, showing the Forge World and its major cities. One was highlighted and flashing, the city of Thrammus.
"If any of you have an objection then speak now or go forth and may the Emperors Will be done."
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Post by blackfluidexv on Aug 9, 2019 12:27:12 GMT -5
Sercotani peered upon the map and began to study it with great interest. The map showed the sprawling manufactorums as typical of forge worlds, however that was simply some basic information that wouldn't need to be offered. "Inquisitor Tollux, are there any established contacts that we are to find on the ground for information? Do we have any documentation that we are to have for local movement, or are we to move with more discretion amongst the local Administratum? Are we to have any currency for ease of Bribery?"
Serc quickly checked his shock maul once more to ensure it was properly powered.
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Post by emdk on Aug 9, 2019 21:14:48 GMT -5
Litany wrinkled her nose at the mildewed stonework set far beneath the surface of Cel. The bones said the time of summoning was soon; she had only wished for better company. Her sanctioned soul ached to be in the same room as an untouchable. It strained her tolerance remaining civil when every fiber of her being was scorched raw by his proximity. Litany kept far as far as possible from the man and made sure the third stood between them. A futile gesture, but the only thing she could control while they waited.
"My Lord." Litany bowed as their master entered the chamber and greeted his acolytes. Robed hands wrung with nervous energy, she crawled the walls to distance herself from the untouchable and sought the Emperor's patience. Deeply she breathed the moldy air, centering her mind and rooting in the now. Possibilities swam the currents been here and now and Litany eschewed the temptation to pry; she needed to focus.
Cerix Magnus was unknown to her, but to hear their destination was a Forge World made sense now; she tasted copper on her tongue earlier. Litany licked her lips and the acrid tang was still on her tongue. She almost heard the din of hammered metal in the silence of their cell.
Litany stepped back as Inquisitor Tollux summoned the hololithic projector from the tessellated floor, her slippers scuffing almost silently. The shimmer of the hologram caught in her eye and she studied Thrammus. That name meant almost as much as Cerix Magnus, but it was the journey, not the destination.
The null asked his questions and Litany bobbed her head, eager to understand what awaited them in Thrammus. Whether overt or covert, they would root out this heresy.
"And who whispers, my Lord? The Martian Priesthood are not known for their… indiscretion." She spoke softly and choose her words with care.
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Post by blackfluidexv on Aug 9, 2019 21:55:17 GMT -5
The null asked his questions and Litany bobbed her head, eager to understand what awaited them in Thrammus. Whether overt or covert, they would root out this heresy. "And who whispers, my Lord? The Martian Priesthood are not known for their… indiscretion." She spoke softly and choose her words with care. Serco nodded, acknowledging the woman who he presumed to be one of his squad that would be going into the thick of Thrammus alongside him. "The Adeptus Mechanics are most certainly not known for their frivolity with the keeping of secrets, and in fact I've known them to be more than silent when they come across one who is not of their order. When I was back on Amaryllis it took more than a fortnight to receive information from them, and while they were faster than the Administratum with information, this does not bode well with me for the speed that we can do this." He shook his head in a small amount of exasperation at the thought of having to file all of the paperwork that would be required to get a peep out of an administratum scribe whos idea of the Emperors will was making it so only those who would ford through the sea of triplicate and thrice signed paper would receive the proper form of battery cells for their vox systems.
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Post by apexpredatorvii on Aug 10, 2019 1:29:52 GMT -5
Why did I even come here, Sabathiel thought it had been hours. The last couple months had been a blur that all led to this, mold filled room. Two others inhabited this room along him so that wasn't so bad. Sabathiel wasn't sure if this was some kind of test, punishment, or they had just forget about them . Half thumbing though his book, half scanning the room he noticed that the women seemed to be distancing herself from the man. Unsure if they knew each other or there was something else going on behind the scenes. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of heavy methodical footsteps approaching.
Here we go, lets see what this is all about. Thought Sabathiel as a large man strode in the room, his very presence commanding authority. Smoothly standing and focusing his attention on the man as he explained himself as Inquistor Tollux and the situation. The words forge world pinged in his head.
Great that will complicate things. Sabathiel brow furrowing as he thought. The hum of the machines the oil ,pollution, and all that metal. Like clock work the other man in the room started studying the holographic map and asking questions, clearly this was not his first mission. Next the woman continued the line of inquiry. Patiently waiting his turn Sabathiel took note of the women's odd behavior wringing hands licking lips.
Finally he saw his opportunity, bowing his head Sabathiel asked “ Inquistor Tollux dose this Thrammus? Have any past history of heresy , or furthermore the planet itself.
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Post by Aj on Aug 12, 2019 6:35:19 GMT -5
"The whispers are coming from menial workers Litany, they know not what they uncovered but have been told that nothing is to be said of such a happening."
Inquisitor Tollux looks over at over at Serco, "You will be given enough Throne each to buy information when needed. Papers will be given to you three identifying you as part of a trade guild called Tempesum. This will give you access to most places that could prove useful to you."
Tollux looks past the projection and moves forward to Sabathiel and looks him in the eyes. He then lays a heavy gauntlet on your shoulder. "The heresy that once happened there was so long ago that it is almost out of all memory. But heresy seldom leaves a place once its sewn. You proved yourself once already and earned a spot here. Now that your initiation and training is complete do you feel confident in your abilities to serve the Emperor and bring his light to the darkest of places? To purge any and all threats to the Imperium that are from within or without? I have great plans for you should you continue to prove yourself."
"Litany, I know that I'm asking a great deal from you with Serco here. I trust that you will find the strength to carry on. I always plan on the worst scenario being the right one. IF they have discovered a relic from past and are dabbling in unknown forces, then Serco is there to keep you safe."
A click is heard in Tollux's ear and he raises a hand and activates the microbead. "Understood, well there has been a development. A group of workers was slain in a bar after their assigned work hours for the day. It appears that someone is starting to close the loose ends of the workers that were privy to this knowledge. Make haste my acolytes. The Emperor Protects."
And with that Inquisitor Tollux makes the sign of the Aquila and begins to leave the room.
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Post by blackfluidexv on Aug 12, 2019 13:46:42 GMT -5
Serc made the sign of the Aquila in response to the Aquila made by the Inquisitor and made to continue observing the Map until the Inquisitor left the room. (Rolling for Memorization of the map= 3°of success(17))He sighed with a breath he hadn't known that he'd been holding. Damnit he gives me the jeebies. Serc gave a last glance at the map, trying to burn it into his memory and turned to the other two people in the room. "Gentleman and Lady, are you two ready for this? I've personally given my best effort to memorizing this map, and while Thrammus is going to obviously be a pain to navigate, we should probably be mostly fine on that front." Serc shrugged and fiddled with his Shock Maul while looking at the two others. "Well we can get better acquainted on the shuttle down to the surface. Considering how bars, tech priests, and drunks tend to interact with dead bodies, we'll instead find a bunch of servitors with drawings of genitalia and some odd occult insignia that was drawn on them because of some idiot who thought it'd be funny." He rubbed his face and began to stride towards the shuttle bay of the ship.
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Post by emdk on Aug 12, 2019 17:01:58 GMT -5
Serco's voice was like a blade drawn across a slate. He hadn't anything offensive and his questions were pertinent, but the tone in which he spoke was a splinter beneath her skin. Litany closed her eyes, jaw clenched against her annoyance. She took a moment and drew her power inward. It warmed her soul, and she recited the VI canto of Deliverance in her head. The Emperor of Mankind would give her strength. It wasn't Serco's fault. He was just as much a tool as she.
Their master's address coaxed Litany from her reverie and her eyes opened slowly with a deep exhale on her lips. The dregs of Imperial society toiling without praise saw wise to raise the alarm and defy their betters. Litany took solace from this and smiled, able to forget the null for a blissful moment. Whether those menials understood their discovery she could not say, but they saw the heresy for what it was. Their vigilance was a testament to the Imperium's longevity.
"Then their prayers will be answered, my Lord." Litany demurred as Inquisitor Tollux stepped past to place a hand upon Sabathiel's shoulder. She felt the tremor of his boots upon the stonework. Thrammus' projection reclaimed her attention, and she watched the city pirouette in the darkness. Soon they would walk those streets and draw breath on another of His worlds. If ever proof of His majesty was needed, one only had to consider the breadth of the Imperium of Man.
Litany started when Inquisitor Tollux spoke her name. Her eyes flicked from the towering figure of Adamantium and ceramite to Serco. She tried to smile through the discomfort but only managed a pained and awkward expression. Inclining her head to their Inquisitor, she nodded once. "I will not shirk from my duty, my Lord."
Inquisitor Tollux made to leave and Litany found herself watching Serco again. The way the man held himself and played with his shock maul irritated her. She had no intention of getting to know this anathema better. He made a joke, and it hooked the corner of her lip in a half smile that quickly deflated. Thrammus's fate wasn't a joke, and neither was dabbling in warpcraft. Litany made to snap off a rebuke then recoiled into her robes.
Tollux alluded to the problem she had with Serco, but she doubted either understood. Litany stood a little taller and took a lungful of humid, musty air. "My apologies, Serco." She bowed to him and then to the other. "What our Lord says is true. I am warp-touched, blessed with foresight. Just being in the same room with you is… difficult. I beg your patience." Again she inclined her head to both men; they all needed each other.
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Post by blackfluidexv on Aug 12, 2019 17:30:22 GMT -5
He made a joke, and it hooked the corner of her lip in a half smile that quickly deflated. Thrammus's fate wasn't a joke, and neither was dabbling in warpcraft. Litany made to snap off a rebuke then recoiled into her robes. Tollux alluded to the problem she had with Serco, but she doubted either understood. Litany stood a little taller and took a lungful of humid, musty air. "My apologies, Serco." She bowed to him and then to the other. "What our Lord says is true. I am warp-touched, blessed with foresight. Just being in the same room with you is… difficult. I beg your patience." Again she inclined her head to both men; they all needed each other. Serco nodded back with a half smile. "You have all of my patience lady Litany. Last time I stood next to a Psyker, they tried to kill me, and a bunch of weaker ones passed out cold. It speaks wonders of you to be able to hold yourself with such decorum even now. But we should be going now, before we end up with a crime scene that is tampered with more than it already is." Serco moved to the door and pressed the rune for its opening, moving forward with purpose. "Maybe Our friend with the rifle is better between us if that would help at all. I hear that the Culexus temple has mechanisms that can control the null field of my kind but I don't think I have the resources for that."
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Post by apexpredatorvii on Aug 12, 2019 18:54:53 GMT -5
The Inquistor strode forward placing his gauntlet upon Sabathiels shoulder. His piercing glare was reassuring, and yet at the same time judmental. Not sure if it was his imagination, but it felt as if Tollux was taking measure of him. Dont look, away dont faulter, just dont think damnit. Sabathiels thought struggling to keep his composure. Thankfully the inquisitors focus shifted from him to Litany. Finishing his address the inquisitor took his leave.
Sercos voice cut through the silence like a knife. His joke lightened Sabathiels mood a bit .Chuckling Sabathiel responded
" I'm sure such shenanigans are to be expected, well atleast in my experience." Shaking, then bowing his head "Forgive my rudeness I am Sabathiel first of my name, and last to attempt the title of Cainherst pleased to make your acquaintance." Regaining his composure
Sabathiel continued "Seeing how we have minimum information we should prepare for what ever may come our way ,dont you think? I'm sure this compound should have somthing that atleast half counts as a quatermaster. I'll head that way to make preparations. Is there anything of interest I should be the look out for?"
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Post by blackfluidexv on Aug 12, 2019 19:12:22 GMT -5
Sercos voice cut through the silence like a knife. His joke lightened Sabathiels mood a bit .Chuckling Sabathiel responded " I'm sure such shenanigans are to be expected, well at least in my experience." Shaking, then bowing his head "Forgive my rudeness I am Sabathiel first of my name, and last to attempt the title of Cainherst pleased to make your acquaintance." Regaining his composure Sabathiel continued "Seeing how we have minimum information we should prepare for what ever may come our way ,dont you think? I'm sure this compound should have somthing that atleast half counts as a quatermaster. I'll head that way to make preparations. Is there anything of interest I should be the look out for?" Serco scratched his chin, contemplating the loss of time. Two hours for drop, and maybe an hour on board here. That would likely leave us with 21 hours to arrive to that particular crime scene before the high priority security for the crime scene would be downgraded.Serco nodded and gave Sabathiel a thumbs up. " If you do find a quartermaster, would you mind acquiring some extra manacles for me, and mayhaps a side arm? It doesn't really matter which kind." Serco glanced towards Litany and remembered quickly that she was having issues with his presence. He pondered the matter for another few seconds before speaking. "Mayhaps Litany should accompany you to the quartermaster while I check up on our shuttle? It should certainly cut down on time."
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Post by apexpredatorvii on Aug 12, 2019 19:24:08 GMT -5
Litany stood a little taller and took a lungful of humid, musty air. "My apologies, Serco." She bowed to him and then to the other. "What our Lord says is true. I am warp-touched, blessed with foresight. Just being in the same room with you is… difficult. I beg your patience." Again she inclined her head to both men; they all needed each other. Sabathiel nodded reassuringly towards Litany and spoke "I have to admit my experience with one such as you is limited. Mostly astropaths and books,and as we know they dont paint the warp touched in a good light. I do hope you'll forgive my ignorance on the subject. Whatever I can do to facilitate the situation please do not hesitate to ask either of you. Now with that said." A shark like grin spread across Sabathiels face "If we ever have time I have numerous questions."
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Post by emdk on Aug 12, 2019 20:25:30 GMT -5
"Mayhaps Litany should accompany you to the quartermaster while I check up on our shuttle? It should certainly cut down on time."
Serco's suggestion made Litany sigh with relief. What a wonderful idea! To be away from this anathema of a man made her tingle. It was all she could do but remain a moment longer to nod severely.
"A blessing, for sure." She spared Sabathiel a glance, then left. Outside the chamber Litany waited for the rifleman. She was shivering as Sabathiel joined her, skin goose pimpled as if entering a cold store from a balmy summer's day. Wringing her hands, she matched his step as they made their way to the quartermaster.
"I have to admit my experience with one such as you is limited. Mostly astropaths and books, and as we know they don't paint the warp touched in a good light. […] If we ever have time I have numerous questions."
"As it should be, Sabathiel. The books are undoubtedly correct." She smirked wryly, then sobered. Sabathiel had numerous questions, and she had numerous answers to questions not yet asked, a tumultuous churn of cause and effect, of action and reaction, and possibilities yet gleamed. Litany struggled to separate what was from what if. The paths blended and forked and merged so seamlessly in places.
"But I thank you. And I pray you vigilant and swift if the worst happens. We may be yet thankful for him." Litany glanced over her shoulder to the chamber. "But I will answer what questions I can."
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Post by apexpredatorvii on Aug 12, 2019 22:43:40 GMT -5
Smiling back at Litany, Sabathiel started whistling a low and yet jovial tone that echoed through the halls. The only break in which was to ask a question and observe the response.
"I mean no offence when I ask, but is psyker a derogatory term to you? You referred to yourself as touched by the warp, the text flip flops depend on the scholar?"
Scanning the hallway for any indication of a quatermaster or armory noting small unkempt signage leading them
"This way" uttered Sabathiel pointing down another dingy dimly lit corridor. " Is it true that certain individuals of your ilk can actually get into others minds burrowing into their very thoughts and altering memories. More to the effect actually taking physical control of them?" Question after question shot out in quick secession almost to cadence of the every tune he whistled.
" If I'm not being to bold what's with you and Serco. Your face gives you away you know?" His demeanor was still carefree and quixotic, and yet his eyes seemd to have changed. They were now cold calculating, like the eyes of a predator stalking its prey from a distance looking for pattens,tells and weakness.
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Post by emdk on Aug 13, 2019 15:37:16 GMT -5
"I mean no offence when I ask, but is psyker a derogatory term to you? You referred to yourself as touched by the warp, the text flip flops depend on the scholar?"
Litany shook her head and thoughtfully hummed. "No, it's not. Many names describe my kind. Psyker, warp-touched, witch… it normally depends on the world and how far along it's developed. Shaman. Sorcerer… whatever word they choose it means the same thing." She smiled wistfully, remembering the accusations of her Macharian friends and peers. It didn't take long for rumors to become something more. "Psyker is the most widely used, I imagine. I'm partial to seer."
"Is it true that certain individuals of your ilk can actually get into others minds burrowing into their very thoughts and altering memories. More to the effect actually taking physical control of them?"
Sabathiel led her along the corridors towards the armory, content to follow and eager to prolong their absence. The pariah awaited their return, and every moment spent beyond his influence was blissful. "Yes." She hesitated to divulge the secrets of the Warp. A questioning servant was more dangerous than an ignorant heretic, but a forewarning of the atrocities her ilk were capable of could serve Sabathiel well. "All that and more, good sir. I have seen a man take his own life upon command. I have seen an emptied husk of a man filled with memories of a false life. I have seen… seen many things." Litany trailed off, not wishing to recount some of the more gruesome applications of warpcraft.
"If I'm not being to bold what's with you and Serco. Your face gives you away you know?"
Litany chucked as she walked alongside Sabathiel. If she noted the predatory hue of his eyes, she said nothing. "I do not hide my distain well." Licking her lips, Litany erred to her reply, unsure how much to say. "We occupy different ends of a spectrum. Where I am a psyker, he is nothing… just a black hole in the immaterium. His presence pains me." An understatement, but she hadn't the words to describe the distress Serco caused her.
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Post by blackfluidexv on Aug 13, 2019 15:59:15 GMT -5
Serco pulled a ration bar out of his pocket and harumphed as he walked along yet another hallway that he didn't recognize. Well I guess I wouldn't recognize any of this place. Not exactly a regular on this.... Ship? Craft? I don't know, it's something and it's in space. He tore another bite from his ration bar and continued to fiddle with his Shock Maul. He didn't quite know what to do to get his bearings once more. Servitors were in plentiful supply, but they weren't any use, what with their absolute refusal to talk to anyone who didn't speak binary. They after all were the servitors without renown, like those who were stolen off of the street as tithe, rather than the honored who were in proximity to heresy.
Serco sighed with relief as he finally found a sign designating the shuttle bay. He quickly began to follow it and it's subsequent signs, until he finally came upon the shuttle bay, at which point he quickly began to get in line and wait for his time to speak to the attendant in charge of the shuttles.
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Post by apexpredatorvii on Aug 13, 2019 18:35:20 GMT -5
Taking careful note of her answers Sabathiel pressed on. Finally they arrived at their destination. I probably should leave the questions for another time. Sabathiel thought remembering the trip before them. Entering the cramped room that counted for a quatermaster on this post, the smell of gunpowder and oil overpowered the stench of mold. Confidently Sabathiel stepped towards the man behind the counter.
" Good day , I am here to procure supplies for a mission." Sabathiel stated, the quatermaster barely giving a glance to their presence. "Inquisitor Tollux sent us. " Upon hearing the name the quatermaster snapped up, his full attention upon them.
Smiling Sabathiel continued " Good now to brass tacks. We are in need of Grapnel and line, a side arm of the pistol variant along with ammo, a spare Dataslate, a Stummer, some extra ration, and manacles, not sure how many let's say 8." The quatermaster scrambled around frantically trying to keep up with the list. Catching his breath the quatermaster asked. " Anything else we can do for you today?"
Looking towards Litany Sabathiel replied shrugging. "Do you need anything Litany? If not a bag maybe?" Collecting the items and ushering towards the door and shuttlebay that awaits. "I think this concludes or fieldtrip we should probally get to the ship. Smirked Sabathiel " Our friend with the shock maul dosent seem like the type to keep waiting. I'd hate to see the condition of that maul if we mess about to much." With that Sabathiel continued his whistling the sound echoing off the walls around them.
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Post by emdk on Aug 13, 2019 20:11:20 GMT -5
As Sabathiel spoke with the Quartermaster, Litany picked up a kitbag and went shopping. She found an assisted open blade with a sturdy locking mechanism, a full-sized laspistol of sturdy Guard design and a compact autopistol. Extra clips and power packs made their way into her satchel. She inspected a concealed hostler from one of the many supply bins and added it to her inventory. If they were playing a trade delegation, flagrant displays of arms may not work to their advantage. She picked up a standard hip rig for the laspistol too. Moving through the racks of equipment and materiel, the psyker gathered a few other necessities that could prove useful in their hunt. She rejoined Sabathiel with the kitbag grasped in two hands by the straps.
"Our friend with the shock maul dosent seem like the type to keep waiting. I'd hate to see the condition of that maul if we mess about to much."
She stifled a laugh. "Yes, lets." But she soon sobered, realizing just whom they were reuniting with. Litany steeled herself for what was to come.
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Post by Aj on Aug 15, 2019 11:59:46 GMT -5
Serco arrives to the launch bay and finds a gun cutter being prepped for departure. A couple menials are trifling about finishing up their duties, along with some servitors doing the heavy lifting and final checklists. The Senior Deck Operator takes a glance over at Serco and waves a hand for recognition. He walks over and introduces himself, "Afternoon sir, my name be Gent. I was told to be expecting you. Is there anything I can accommodate you with? Checks are almost complete and the Rogue Trader vessel "Long Night" is in geosynchronous orbit above us waiting for you. Once on board it will be a 3 day warp jump to forge world. At about this time the lights flicker for a moment in the bay and a breeze that should not exist blows through the area. The men around stop and look around concerned for what might happen next. But just as quickly as it came the wind is gone and the lights are back to normal.
Litany and Sabathiel turn the corner to travel down the next dimly lit hallway on their way to the launch bay. The smell of promethium grows and the distant sound of idling engines grows louder. Suddenly the lights give out and the hallway is swathed in darkness. Not a single thing can be seen even if right in front of you face. The two of you now taste metal in your mouth and a sharp chill in the air. Sabathiel's nose begins to drip blood, and Litany's robes begin to move to breeze that does not exist. A faint light begins to emerge mere feet in front of you. It begins to take shape with no sound being emitted. Once your eyes adjust you see a large armor clad man standing before you looking into the wall. He's tall, almost 9 foot tall by your estimations, his armor is massive and glows with a purity that almost hurts the eyes. The spectral figure seems to be yelling and holding a boltgun, he takes a knee and acts like he's taking cover and firing over his cover. He then looks back behind him and motions for something or someone to come up to him. Sabathiel turns around and sees Litany glowing in the same ethereal light, her robes flapping as if they were being assailed by heavy winds. But the hallway was silent and lacked all air movement. Sabathiel looks back in time to see the spectral warrior appear to be shot and wounded, he falls on his back clutching his torso and reaches up towards Sabathiel as if to grab you. He speaks something with voiceless lips and then the apparition dissipates and disappears. The lights quickly return to normal as well as the temperature. Litany falls to her knees gasping, frost clinging to her ropes and walls surrounding her.
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Post by blackfluidexv on Aug 15, 2019 14:09:05 GMT -5
Serco arrives to the launch bay and finds a gun cutter being prepped for departure. A couple menials are trifling about finishing up their duties, along with some servitors doing the heavy lifting and final checklists. The Senior Deck Operator takes a glance over at Serco and waves a hand for recognition. He walks over and introduces himself, " Afternoon sir, my name be Gent. I was told to be expecting you. Is there anything I can accommodate you with? Checks are almost complete and the Rogue Trader vessel "Long Night" is in geosynchronous orbit above us waiting for you. Once on board it will be a 3 day warp jump to forge world. At about this time the lights flicker for a moment in the bay and a breeze that should not exist blows through the area. The men around stop and look around concerned for what might happen next. But just as quickly as it came the wind is gone and the lights are back to normal. Serco shook his head at the wind and flickering of lights. "Seems like wind is the one constant everywhere no? Blows and makes the electronics go a bit haywire." Serco shrugged. "So you guys have given it the once over? Is it all properly working?" He quickly took a glance at the vehicle to check it over for any flaws (Tech Use 24) and gave a quick glance to the Cog boys (Scrutiny 43). "Hmmmm...."
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Post by apexpredatorvii on Aug 15, 2019 16:29:18 GMT -5
Rounding the corner the smell of mold seems to subside replaced with the smell of oil and hot machinery. Suddenly like the snuffing of a candle in a dark room all light was gone. What in the hell, of all the times to have power issues before take off great. Sabathiel thought as he started to activate his comm. His hand stopped it's current route and changed towards his nose as he felt warm liquid trickle down his face. At that moment he realized somthing was wrong, even his hand wasn't visible less then a foot away.
The unnatural darkness seems to swallow everything around him. A small light appeared in front of him growing in size, and slowly taking shape. A massive warrior, glowing with a light so bright it was almost painful to look at, materialized in front of Sabathiel. The figure seemed to be fighting in a silent battle unbeknownst to their presence. " Litany your seeing this too right?" Sabathiel called out looking back to his companion. Glowing in the same eerie light Litany stood transfixed, some force acting upon her that Sabathiel couldn't understand. What in the hell is happening? All Sabathiel could hear was his own thoughts. Shifting his focus back to the scene before him Sabathiel started looking for distinguishing markings or characteristic upon the warrior.
(Rolling perception to find any distinguishing markings or legion information on soldier . Perception is 40 +10 (Awareness) =50 Rolled 25 2 degrees of success )
( Rolling Intelligence to memorize any details to recall later. 25 (no bonus) rolled 32)
As the solider fell in batter to a unknown assailant he reached out to Sabathiel silently mouthing his dying words. Instinctively Sabathiel reached back straining to make out the words
(Rolling Perception to attempt to read lips Perception 40 Rolled 38) .
Knowing there was nothing he could do a feeling of dread descended upon him. As if someone had flipped a switch the lights were back, the cold was gone everything seemed normal. Attempting to catch his breath Sabathiel attempted to contact Serco through comms. " Serco this is Sabathiel do you read me?" "We just had something i cant quite explain happen here, is everything alright at your position?" Recounting the events, in his head, to try to make sense of them he thought. Who was that warrior and what the hell happend to Litany. Was this the power of a pskyer hmm. Wait Litany. Sabathiel turned to see his companion on colllapsed to her knees gasping for breath. Rushing to her side he attempted to help "Are you hurt? Do we need medical here? " asked Sabathriel his trying to hide his shaking voice.
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Post by blackfluidexv on Aug 15, 2019 17:11:57 GMT -5
Attempting to catch his breath Sabathiel attempted to contact Serco through comms. " Serco this is Sabathiel do you read me?" "We just had something i cant quite explain happen here, is everything alright at your position?" Serco heard a squawk come over his combead before he heard Sabathiel sounding rather shaken. He listened to his hurried question and overheard a quick question to Litany before he shook his head and squawked into the channel. " We had a quick flickering of the power grid, and a weird breeze come through." He though for a moment before continuing "How's Litany? Is she fine or do you need me to pop in?"
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Post by Aj on Aug 16, 2019 7:37:54 GMT -5
(Rolling perception to find any distinguishing markings or legion information on soldier . Perception is 40 +10 (Awareness) =50 Rolled 25 2 degrees of success ) ( Rolling Intelligence to memorize any details to recall later. 25 (no bonus) rolled 32) As the solider fell in batter to a unknown assailant he reached out to Sabathiel silently mouthing his dying words. Instinctively Sabathiel reached back straining to make out the words (Rolling Perception to attempt to read lips Perception 40 Rolled 38) . Roll for identifying markers= Succeeded- The massive armor is synonymous with Space Marines, though it is of a design the likes of which you've never seen. (2 degrees of success perk, you possibly remember seeing this armor style in an old book about the crusades that unified the Imperium. Roll for Memorizing failed Roll for Lip Reading= Succeeded- You are able to hastily make out part of what he says. "Brother Callus, aljljfajlfjejig ....Don't let the ajlfjljfl get away with this. You must bury the alsjflalfjlfj and ensure its safety."
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Post by emdk on Aug 16, 2019 8:38:52 GMT -5
She gasped as darkness fell and the immaterium's eddies swelled about them. Invisible currents snatched at her robes and buffeted the seer. Chilled, she tasted copper again on her tongue again. The press of the realm beyond surged until reality buckled and cracked. A pinprick of heaving energies manifested within realspace. Litany drew back her mind, receding into a lower existence, as the light roiled into brilliance. She sheltered her eyes and turned her head.
When she could bear the light, she saw a luminescent astartes locked in some grim battle. Litany gasped again, rapturous with divine awe, blessed with a vision of His most glorious creations. This was no insidious warp incursion. He wanted her to see this. Litany ascended her mind and opened her third eye to the immaterium. Tears stung her eyes and crystalized on her cheeks. The robes she wore stiffened with hoarfrost and her sharp breaths huffed in the air.
Psyniscience: Target 35. Rolled 79
Lights snapped back, flooding the corridor in a cool white glow, however it was still dim compared to the luminance of the Emperor's light. Her knees fell from beneath her and Litany found herself on the ground. The kitbag clattered to the concrete. She led there, absorbing what He sought to show her.
"Are you hurt? Do we need medical here?"
Litany blinked, frozen tears crusted her eyes and thawed on her cheeks. "I'm. Fine." She sucked at the warming air and pushed herself to sitting. "Medicae will not help." Litany closed her eyes and recited the VIII canto of Deliverance, the words hushed on her lips.
"How's Litany? Is she fine or do you need me to pop in?"
The prayer ceased and she opened her eyes to stare up at Sabathiel. "No. It was just an echo… An echo of what or when, she couldn't be sure. Was that a glimpsed premonition of the future or farsighted view of the Emperor's finest death in the present? Or had that been a warp resonance of something long past? She shuddered at the sight of the asartes's death. Blasphemy.
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Post by apexpredatorvii on Aug 16, 2019 9:41:59 GMT -5
" Can you stand or do you need a minute?" Asked Sabathiel kneeling beside Litany. He listened to his hurried question and overheard a quick question to Litany before he shook his head and squawked into the channel. " We had a quick flickering of the power grid, and a weird breeze come through." "How's Litany? Is she fine or do you need me to pop in?" Wiping the final bit of blood from his face Sabathiel answered the comm. "I think she'll be ok. We had the same issue with the lights and the wind here, only there was more." Struggling to find the words Sabathiel continued. "I saw somthing it started as a light then became a apparition. It's hard to explain but I think I saw a astartes fighting in battle. Before the image dissipated he fell in battle mouthing somthing I could only make part of it out. Brother Callus... dont let the ... you must bury somthing to ensure its safety. It all happend so fast" Looking back at Litany Sabathiel turned off the comm link and spoke to Litany. " I'm not sure what happened but when I looked back at you I saw somthing. You were glowing is that normal for seers. It's your call whether or not we leave that part out ok." Nodding and reactivating the comm. " Dose Brother Callus ring a bell for either of you.?"
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