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Post by apexpredatorvii on Aug 22, 2019 21:11:28 GMT -5
Sabathiel flinched caught off guard at the captain's voice. Glad his head was still bowed Sabathiel composed himself, raised his head and listened to the captians welcoming speech. It had been some time since I've had a welcome like this, ussally it's just a local guide for information and maybe the contracter themselves. Sabathiel thought standing a little straighter. "Thank you for this welcome, and your hospitality. I am Sabathiel decendent of Carin Cainherst at your service. I look forward to our dealings and a pleasant journey ahead." Sabathiel spoke keeping his voice at a tone that was both firm and respectful. Bowing his head agian as the captian and his procession took their leave, Sabathiel let out a low sigh. The whole situation now felt somehow alien to him now, he had been away from that kind of treatment and lifestyle so many years. Part of him ached for that kind of life back the respect the formality, and yet part if it was lost on him now. Not shortly after the captians leave they were approached. Greetings fellow Acolytes. My name is Axiarch, your new Tech-Priest.. Should you have any technical related questions, I suppose I am the man to ask. Among basic technical skill, I also have prowess in the maintenance and upgrade of various arms and armors. Should you require my service, and the Omnissiah wills it, I shall work on the team's gear. While speaking, Axiarch scans his new teammates and attempts to discern their quality of their technical equipment, and if it's been taken care of or neglected. Rolling Awareness: +10 from Optical Mechadendrite, +20 from Implanted Augar Array. Target = 60 Rolled= 37. Success with 3 degrees! Rolling Tech-Use: +10 from Skills, Target= 50, Rolled= 32. Success with 2 degrees! "Well met Axiarch I'm Sabathiel, you wouldn't happen to know where exactly our quarters are would you." Changing his tone more to a more welcoming one Sabathiel greeted the tech priest.
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Post by thespecter on Aug 23, 2019 2:26:45 GMT -5
"Well met Axiarch I'm Sabathiel, you wouldn't happen to know where exactly our quarters are would you." Changing his tone more to a more welcoming one Sabathiel greeted the tech priest. "Greetings Sabthiel, I look forward to working with you all. Indeed, I do know where our quarters are, infact, they are close by to the labratorium that I have been using during my stay here. If you wish to accompany me, I will take everyone there."
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Post by dogsuke on Aug 24, 2019 21:44:20 GMT -5
Greetings fellow Acolytes. My name is Axiarch, your new Tech-Priest.. Should you have any technical related questions, I suppose I am the man to ask. Among basic technical skill, I also have prowess in the maintenance and upgrade of various arms and armors. Should you require my service, and the Omnissiah wills it, I shall work on the team's gear. While speaking, Axiarch scans his new teammates and attempts to discern their quality of their technical equipment, and if it's been taken care of or neglected. LeBeouf introduced himself to the captain. As LeBeouf was about to mention the Servitor he had problems with he noticed what appeared to be a Tech-Priest walking towards him. When the figure introduced himself, LeBeouf responded with, "Welcome to the team Axiarch, you seem to be rather friendly compared to other Tech-Priests I've met."
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Post by thespecter on Aug 24, 2019 22:36:23 GMT -5
"Welcome to the team Axiarch, you seem to be rather friendly compared to other Tech-Priests I've met." "Indeed. Perhaps it may be a side effect of the Omnissiah's blessings, cynicism that is. The older you grow in the Mechanicum, the ruder you become it seems." After speaking, Axiarch turns on his heels and calls over his shoulder to the group. Mechadendrite still facing the team. "Follow me if you wish. I will be returning to my Laboratorium. With that, Axiarch departs and heads towards the team's quarters, as well as the Laboratorium he has been using during his stay. Upon arriving, he sets himself to work cleaning and maintaining bits of armor and gun components. During the three day journey, he leaves his lab very rarely, and unless you seek his presence, it is likely that the other member's of the team will not run across him again for the next three days. During this time, he attempts to craft a new weapon using extra parts around the lab of the ship during the next three days. (Surprise me GM). Extended Test(?): Rolling Trade: Armourer; Day 1: Target 40, Rolled: 79 3 Degrees of failure... Spending 1 fate! Rolled 32, 1 Degree of success Day 2:Target 40, Rolled 55, 1 Degree of failure Day 3: Target 40 Rolled 8, 4 Degrees of success 4 net degrees of success
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Post by apexpredatorvii on Aug 25, 2019 19:55:29 GMT -5
Following Axiarch to his quarters Sabathiel was relatively quiet. Taking his leave from his companions he stepped into his quarters, and let out a low sigh as the door closed behind him. He had a feeling this wasn't going to be his normal mission. Gingery placing his rifle upon a table Sabathiel moved over to the terminal in the corner of the room and started 3 separate queries
< Brother Callus> Intelligence 25 rolled 42
<Information pertaining to the bar murders> Intelligence 25 rolled 13
<Information on Thrammus itself terrain, local populace, > Intelligence 25 rolled 56
Letting the queries run Sabathiel turned his attention back to his rifle. Carefully he unwrapped it from its resting place and started the almost ceremonial process of cleaning and purging it of any of his ill intent. This process continued for next few days.
Day 2 Brother Callus Int. 25 rolled 16 Bar murder info Int. 25 rolled 68 Thrammus Int 25 rolled 23
Day 3 Bar Murder Int 25 rolled 49 Spent the rest of the time organizing information for the team.
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Post by Aj on Aug 26, 2019 14:01:39 GMT -5
Axiarch Rolls: Equipment appears to be in good working order with no major faults or glitches detected. The group appears to be freshly furnished with gear for the coming mission.
Litany's
"My dear, we have some of the best here on my ship, how many would you be needing madame?"
Axiarch's Extended Test: At the end of the journey you will have made a modified variant of the Hand Flamer which will now require a designation.
Modified Hand Flamer Class- Pistol Range- 15 meters RoF- S/-/- Damage- 1D10+4 E Penetration- 2 Clip- 2 Reload- 2 Full Special- Flame, Spray Weight- 4kg Availability- Unique
Mod Setting: Canister charge is combined into one shot and is sent through a modified condenser unit which increases the heat exponentially.
Mod Stats: Damage- 2D10+5 Penetration- 6 Clip- 1 Reload- 6 Full Special- Melta, pinpoint, overheat
Sabathie's Rolls
Brother Callus: You are able to use the cogitators to ascertain that the heraldy wore by Callus was that of the Imperial Fist's Chapter.
Bar Murder is sketchy at best. Whoever had them murdered also had the local populace scared to discuss it. So no new information had been brought forth. Local Arbites hadn't even opened an investigation.
Thrammus's basic information was all that was available from the local cogitator. Population 7 million, primary export of this city was Leman Russ Tanks, flat terrain for the entirety of the city due to planetary excavation. Mountains to the East were hollow and filled with tunnels for the Mechanicus to use.
The captain and procession proceeded to bleed away into the ships hold and the group was left there. Any belongings that were brought for the serfs were already being taken to their respective owners quarters. A loud speaker goes off and starts to speak and then start a countdown... "Prepare for jump in T-Minus 5 minutes."
The journey was about to begin and all that was left to do was sit and wait and hope that the Gellar field held.
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Post by thespecter on Aug 26, 2019 21:46:06 GMT -5
Upon the conclusion of the three day journey, Axiarch had completed his work. Rushed as it many have been, considering the length of time he had available. He looked at his new creation and concluded that this is an object of unique properties that he managed to create. While it has yet to face the stresses of combat, the designs are sounds, the sacred incantations to the Ommnisiah have been recited, and unguents have been properly spread along the new weapon. Still, he hungered for a field test in order to try it's unique properties.
"Very interesting.." Axiarch ponders to himself as he lifts his head from the creation he has laid before him. "Thought my experience may still be limited, I believe I have created a new work of the Omnissiah this day.. This new weapon will need a designation." While Axiarch considers names for his new model of flamer, he sets himself to work and converts the blueprints into easily repeatable STCs and stashes them away in his robes. "I believe I will name it, the Incinerator designation of flamer. Yes.. That works nicely."
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Post by emdk on Aug 27, 2019 20:16:58 GMT -5
"Just one. A senior Astropath." Litany offered another bow, then accompanied her colleagues to the suites set aside for their voyage. She woke late in the morning the following day to patter barefoot about her rooms. Luxuriously appointed and fit for her betters, Litany felt ill at ease with so much space to finery to call her own. The scholarium offered precious few indulgences and even less space. With little more than a cot to call her own growing up, the expanse of pillow-topped mattress and silk bedding felt… wrong. Even as an acolyte under the employ of His Holy Inquisition, personal space was a premium. Too often Litany shared living quarters and bunk racks with a half-dozen others. Part of her wished they had but one room as there was comfort in familiarity. This part of her melted away as she flopped onto the plush mattress. Maybe a little extravagance wasn't a bad thing once in a while. Given Inquisitor Tollux's mission, their accommodation felt a boon for the condemned. Litany swept aside her concerns as she bathed in a pool of honest to Throne water and put her mind towards what was to come. Smelling sweetly and swathed in her freshly laundered robes, Litany took a late breakfast in the officer's mess. Hunger ebbed, yet Litany knew she must eat. She would need her strength for what was to come this evening. The press of the immaterium against the Gellar field pressed equally upon her mind. Litany spent the afternoon in solitude, the hours filled with prayer, ritual cleansing, and preparation. Her mind wandered and trickles of consciousness tempted her third eye. A crew of tens of thousands toiled about her and their unbidden worries and desires were dangerous distractions to her clarity of purpose. The threads of fate tugged her this way and that, calamity and fortune balanced on a knife's edge. Candle lit; her suite of rooms resembled a shrine. Golden light reflected from the polished hardwoods and golden embellishments. Semi-precious gems glinted in the finery. The upper recesses of the rooms clad in flickering darkness. Hot and heady, with the sacred incense wafting from censers, a haze of tangy smoke pricked Litany's eyes. She sat across from the Master Astropath, a wizen matron bedecked in robed regalia bearing the Eye of Terra. The Astropath's empty sockets bore through Litany and scoured her soul. With a large round table between them, the Psykers whispered the mantras of their calling and ascended through the realms of higher thought. Their whispers joined the clattering hum of the atmospheric scrubbers and the crackle of flame. The deck thrummed beneath them as the Long Night sheered through the emperium to their destination. More whispers joined their choir, echoed words and half-heard intones that sounded from the very air. She broke into the highest echelons open to her as the Master Astropath's voice went hoarse and rasped into silence, yet Litany heard each word. She reached into a worn leather pouch and closed her hand. Litany cast the bones when the moment felt right. Her third eye opened to the warp, and she gasped as the currents of past and present and future bore into her. Psy rating 1 (+20); Psy focus (+10); WP: 45 Focus Power Test: Target 75; Roll 01 8 DOS No Psychic Phenomena triggered
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Post by Aj on Aug 30, 2019 15:14:11 GMT -5
The bones were cast, and as you look upon them they seem to take an unnatural length of time to hit the table and settle. The room in its entirety began to ebb away. The universe slowed and then became still and silent. Your perceptions fell to darkness, and then there was only Litany, the table, and the Master Astropath. You look around and begin to see something from below them rising up to them. Every second it rises it grows exponentially bigger until it fills your view. And then in a final thrust of color and shapes there is a flash of light. When your eyes recover and open them again you are on a raging battlefield. Sounds start flooding in from all around you, almost at a deafening level. Large figures clad in a brilliant yellow stride forward without thought, their boltguns raging and spewing the Emperors justice at an unseen enemy. Return fire begins to ricochet off of the Imperial Fists, only one succumbs to the incoming barrage. Litany looks around and notices a familiar area just a few meters away. Two golden yellow marines are taking shelter from incoming fire behind makeshift barricades. The one standing is the marine from the event in the hallway, and that would make the other marine Brother Callus. The cacophony of noise suddenly dies as the two begin speaking to each other.
“Captain Relle! We must secure him at any cost, we owe it to him to get him off planet. What are your orders sir?!”
“My dear Brother Callus, we have the might of the legion behind us and the Emperors blessing. We shall not fail this day. But we have just lost orbital superiority. Any attempt to remove him will prove futile. So we shall bury him. We will launch a decoy ship and force them to detonate it, making them believe they have destroyed what they came for. When in fact I am entrusting you Callus. Take the him and enter the tunnels under the city. Go as deep as you can and let none survive who see you enter the tunnels. When the fighting is over, we shall be back for you.”
Brother Callus is then seen getting up from his kneeling position and looks behind him into the dark void that’s outside the scene playing out.
“Come my Old Brother, we must get you to safety.” Brother Callus then darts off into the void and the sound of heavy footfalls can be heard in the void trailing off as whatever it is walks away.
The universe around Litany begins to return to normal as the vision fades and the room you were sitting in is now fully visible and covered in frost and steaming as it returns to normal. Litany blinks a few times and peers across the table at the Astropath, who is slumped over and not moving.
The Rogue Trader translates back into real space without incident and proceeds to obtain permissions for high orbit anchor. The Gun Cutter is prepped and ready for departure. The journey took and extra half day than expected due to unexpected conditions mid transit.
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Post by emdk on Aug 30, 2019 17:33:35 GMT -5
The bones crashed into the tabletop and Litany's eyes rolled back into her head as the timeless vision slammed into her. She gasped, her jaw locked in a rictus scream as the warp wove a forbidden tapestry before her third eye. Gazing unblinking upon the scene, tears freezing upon her cheeks, she flinched as deafening bolter guns unloaded on an unseen foe. The vision lasted but a moment but stretched an eternity. Brother Callus. Captain Relle. This… unnamed other the Imperial Fists protected.
The importance of their cargo sliced through the immaterium and colored Litany's thoughts. Was this what was discovered Cerix Magnus? When was this? How many millennia stood sentinel between now and then?
She woke from the vision, blinking as hoarfrost crusted the tabletop. Candles feebly illuminated the room; the light stifled in the cold. Her breath fogged and the seer shivered in her robes, the Master Astropath slumped across the table across from her.
Exhaling a cloud of vapor, Litany frowned, calling the woman's name. No response came and Litany came to stand over the woman. She knew the answer before she pressed her fingers to the waxy paper of her neck. Litany's prayer taking her soul to the Emperor echoed within the room and she stared ruefully at the woman's corpse. To die for the Emperor was better to live for yourself. She thought a Master Astropath would be strong enough to buffer the warp energies and survive the ordeal. Fingers withdrawn, she wrung her hands. Unfortunate necessities.
The ritual took much from her. Bone tired, she stumbled to the bed and flopped atop it. The others needed to know what she witnessed, but now she needed to sleep. She nested in the soft blankets and silk sheets, dead to the ship and the universe.
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Post by thespecter on Aug 30, 2019 21:15:49 GMT -5
Finishing his work on his new flamer, Axiarch slipped it onto his belt and ensured the safety of it's STC. Looking at the mess he had accumulated over the last 3 and a half days, he set himself to cleaning up the labatorium and replacing tools to their locations. Luckily, due to the methodical nature of Axiarch's works, reverting the lab back to it's original state presented little challenge. Almost as soon as he was done, the call came over the speaker that the ship had entered real space. He knew it was time to depart to the hanger he had met his new team in. He collected his things, and double checked his robes to ensure he has all his possessions. Happy with the conclusion, he entered the hallways and began walking to the hanger.
He arrived at his destination to see the large blast doors already opened. Axiarch had arrived early on purpose to inspect the team's vessel and ensure both the hardware and software were up to date, and most importantly that the machine spirit was appeased. He wanted no surprises on the transition onto the planet.
Slowly, and methodically he combed the outside of the ship looking for any imperfections or overlooked damage starting from the stern and making his way to the bow. Next, he heads inside and inspects the interior's physical condition with a similar method as before. Confident in his inspection, he moves onto the various cogitators in the ship and access' them and inspects the programming and ensures the systems are all in working order from a software position. Finally, he burns sacred incenses, and performs various rituals of the Mechanicus to coax the machine spirit into their allegiance. Any issue or inefficiency found, he will log into his dataslate so that he can review it later and make the proper repairs or tune ups.
Before he concludes his inspection and begins preparing himself for the journey ahead, he looks for any hidden recording devices, or unusual signals come from the ship using his implanted augur array.
Hardware Inspection: Rolling Tech-Use, Target- 50 Rolled- 48 1 Degree of Success
Software Inspection: Roling Tech-Use, Target- 50 Rolled- 65 1 Degree of Failure
Augur Array- Rolling awareness, Target- 60 Rolled- 60, 1 Degree of Success
By the time that Axiarch finishes his inspection, the rest of the warband will have likely arrived and he turns to greet them.
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Post by blackfluidexv on Aug 31, 2019 10:58:18 GMT -5
Serco polished his shock maul for the thousandth time as he continued to mull the Book of law, the scarred head catching the cloth as he dragged it across. He sighed and glanced once more at the gilded syringe he had placed upon the table, the sign of his failure.
I did my job, and all that came from it was yet another failure. I was put there to bring my brother power and I did that perfectly well, but at the cost of my own.
Serco placed the shock maul down, instead tracing the obscura vial with his fingers, a small dent where it had struck the floor being the only real indication of how he had gotten it.
A life of service and all I am allowed to feel is shame.
He placed the syringe in the hard shell pouch on his hip once more and grabbed his shock maul and book of law, tracing over the Procedures for the convicted speaking the truth. They would be useful in the days to come. (300 Xp spent Medicae Trained)
Serco walked out of his quarters with his gait still too long for his liking. The ships gravity was something that he wasn't accustomed to, and quite honestly not something that he enjoyed in the slightest. He walked steadily towards the shuttle bay and did a quick double take as he saw the Tech Priest that had been assigned to them looking over the shuttle. He quickly strode over to him, and saw him presumably finishing his inspection before he turned around, almost presciently to greet him. "Greetings.... Axler? I'm sorry priest but I honestly forgot your name, would you do me the pleasure of telling me it once more?"
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Post by thespecter on Aug 31, 2019 18:16:42 GMT -5
"Greetings.... Axler? I'm sorry priest but I honestly forgot your name, would you do me the pleasure of telling me it once more?" Axiarch stands before you, while he may be facing you, he continues to tap away on his dataslate and enter information. You would also notice that his mechadendrite rises and falls like a snake, as it's lens switch and oscillate above you, looking at you. "Axiarch. I must say, I do not believe I had to pleasure of receiving any of your names. The Omnissiah's work called, and I had to return to my duties."You would notice that about his waist, is an intricate looking pistol sized weapon. Tubes, valves, gauges and other various devices cover the gun. From the last time you saw Axiarch, you did not see this weapon, and you can easily it is a new addition to his person.
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Post by blackfluidexv on Aug 31, 2019 20:25:10 GMT -5
Axiarch stands before you, while he may be facing you, he continues to tap away on his dataslate and enter information. You would also notice that his mechadendrite rises and falls like a snake, as it's lens switch and oscillate above you, looking at you. "Axiarch. I must say, I do not believe I had to pleasure of receiving any of your names. The Omnissiah's work called, and I had to return to my duties."You would notice that about his waist, is an intricate looking pistol sized weapon. Tubes, valves, gauges and other various devices cover the gun. From the last time you saw Axiarch, you did not see this weapon, and you can easily it is a new addition to his person.Serco nodded. "I see, that's nothing any of us could fault you for, especially considering how it's literally your godly duty. I'm not quite sure where the rest of them are but I guess I can give you a quick rundown of who's who Axiarch." Serco kept glancing from the Tech priest's face upwards towards what he assumed was a auspex on a mechadendrite. He shrugged internally and focused his attention on the auspex. "The uhhh.... man who I assume cursed at your docking servitors is Guiles Lebeouf. I do not know much of him. The lady who came along with us is our psyker Litany, I believe that she is a shrine worlder, she also does not like me. The other man is Sabathiel Cainhearst, he is an exotic game hunter of some renown I believe, the whole family is. He also seems rather fond of his rifle. And I am Sercotani Soyer the arb... the former Adeptus Arbites of the world of Amaryllis. I'm here because I failed in my duties and I was deemed too useful to simply turn into a servitor or executed." Serco shrugged the reality of his situation sinking in once more. " I assume you are testing our vessel for its void worthiness? I have always harbored an interest in void vessels, though my opportunities to board one without more pressing matters have been scant and few between." Serco peered at the shuttle, leaning around Axiarch.
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Post by apexpredatorvii on Sept 1, 2019 1:14:13 GMT -5
The trip had taken longer then expected, but that didnt bother Sabathiel. Spending the rest of the time to himself preparing for the mission ahead both mentally and physically. As the ship exited the warp a notification pinged his dataslate, it was time. Collecting his gear and checking that all was in order, his gaze fell apon his legacy and he thought. Better keep this on the ready, not sure what they will encounter once they started looking about. Someone clearly was suppressing a investigation. Taking note of the intricacy of the designs and symbols of his birthright burned into the wood of the stock Sabathiel smiled placing its wrap in his bag. Swinging it to his back he stood just a little taller, he felt just a little prouder, and for a moment the knot in his stomach was gone as he strode out the door.
Making his way into the hanger and towards the Gun Cutter they had arrived in Sabathiel found Axiarch and Serco conversing. Watching Axiarch appear to be scanning both Serco and the ship for a moment before deciding to make himself known.
"Well it seems three of us have converged should we attempt to raise the others? Are we sure LeBeouf didnt sleep in the ship?" Sabathiel said chuckling . Taking a moment to look around the hanger trying to see if he had just missed the others as he entered. Sabathiel lowered his voice and continued. "I found a small amount of info about our situation, I think it best we discuss this after take off."
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Post by blackfluidexv on Sept 1, 2019 1:25:50 GMT -5
"Well it seems three of us have converged should we attempt to raise the others? Are we sure LeBeouf didnt sleep in the ship?" Sabathiel said chuckling . Taking a moment to look around the hanger trying to see if he had just missed the others as he entered. Sabathiel lowered his voice and continued. "I found a small amount of info about our situation, I think it best we discuss this after take off." Serco raised an eyebrow and spoke a tad louder than normal "That is certainly a joke that can be made at the expense of the person who is responsible of flying us down to the planet and assisting us with our mission, but what you suspect they do inside of the ship aside from sleeping is not something that we must joke about, especially considering we are alongside another member of our party who is very dedicated to machines." Serco hitched his voice up at the end with a small amount of derision.
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Post by emdk on Sept 1, 2019 12:22:12 GMT -5
Litany woke early the following afternoon into their voyage. Groggy and disorientated, her dreams were fraught with the titanic battle the Emperor deigned to lay before her. The repeated crack-boom of bolt gun rounds jarred her awake, only to slip back beneath again. Fretful to their plight, the names and faces of the Astartes etched into memory. Litany watched Brother Callus march away on what she assumed to be his final mission time and time again. The scene repeated and skewed, never the same twice. Her dread was something real and shared the bed beside her.
The silk sheets were damp with night sweat and peeled away as Litany clambered into the wakeful world. The Astropath's body was still slumped at the table, the candles gutted out with wax rivulets congealed about the base. Litany rubbed her puffy eyes and held her face, staring at the prone form. She inhaled deep and reminded herself the sacrifice was necessary. She wrinkled her nose and glowered at the pool of drying piss beneath the Astropath's chair. Canto XVIII of Deliverance proved calming and helped to focus her mind yet she rubbed her hand incessantly.
Litany slid from the bed and stumbled towards the table, her body not yet emerged from the wakeless stupor, the sheet pulled behind her. She gathered the fine silk into her hands as she walked and then draped it over the Astropath. May the Emperor protect her spirit. Litany would offer the Lord Captain her most sincere condolences for the loss.
She began to collect the bones back into their leather case. Each was inscribed with hexagramic sigils and esoteric scrimshaw. The bones were varied, some charcoaled with age while others bleached white with a patina of ligaments and veins. The majority seemed to be knucklebones with other smaller bones thrown into the mix. Some bore intricate carvings of minute detail, while others were chased with silver, gold, or electrum.
Once bathed, she ate a quick meal in the officer's mess, then made for the docking bay. Their gun cutter appeared to be readying for departure to her untrained eye, and above the bustle of the deck, she heard Serco from inside the transport. Litany slowed her approach as her distain for the man welled inside her. It wasn't his fault, but his voice grated. The arrogance of his tone lit a taper of irritation which simmered inside her.
With a long and steadying breath, she boarded the shuttle. Good morning. She offered the greeting to the room and eschewed contact with anyone in particular.
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Post by dogsuke on Sept 2, 2019 13:28:06 GMT -5
LeBeouf woke up in the pilots seat of the guncutter. "Probably passed out while making checks to the shuttle" he thought to himself as he heard footsteps heading towards the shuttle. He tried to tidy himself as best as he could and checked the time. The shuttle was supposed to be ready for takeoff by now. He skimmed through all the checks and readied the ship as everyone got on. "My Apologies for the delay, has everyone boarded the shuttle?"
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Post by blackfluidexv on Sept 2, 2019 14:28:59 GMT -5
LeBeouf woke up in the pilots seat of the guncutter. "Probably passed out while making checks to the shuttle" he thought to himself as he heard footsteps heading towards the shuttle. He tried to tidy himself as best as he could and checked the time. The shuttle was supposed to be ready for takeoff by now. He skimmed through all the checks and readied the ship as everyone got on. "My Apologies for the delay, has everyone boarded the shuttle?"Serco nodded at Lady Lebeouf as she popped out of the shuttle and placed his hand gently on Sabathiel's shoulder. "Shall we go? Regardless of your bawdy humor we do need to leave forthwith and that self same humor is probably better discussed with select company. You of course know not who may be offended by words spoken carelessly, whether in jest or earnest." Serco nodded at Sabathiel gravely and nodded towards Lady Lebeouf as well. "Unless we have received additional members to our group, we should be fully here." Serco slid his hand off of Sabathiel and strode up the ramp, taking care not to jostle the pilot.
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Post by thespecter on Sept 2, 2019 15:52:22 GMT -5
Mostly ignoring the conversation happening in front of him, Axiarch continues to work on dataslate. His mechadendrite continuing to watch the group with keen interest. When the pilot walks down the ramp of the shuttle, Axiarch looks to him.
"Sleeping in already are we?" Axiarch says to LeBeouf. "Take care not to fall asleep while flying." And with that, Axiarch strides up the ramp and into the interior of the shuttle
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Post by Aj on Sept 6, 2019 11:00:04 GMT -5
You all board the Gun Cutter and run final checks as you are given permission to exit the hanger bay. The Cutter breaches the void shield and is now in the vacuum of space as it starts to gain speed and dip its nose for reentry. The ship jerks and dips with the turbulence of the atmosphere. But it is perfectly navigated by LeBeouf. The Cutter breaks free of the upper atmosphere and immediately stabilizes. The rest of the descent is smooth and rudimentary. Upon receiving authorization to land at the start port just outside of the city LeBeouf proceeds to bring the craft down an into its assigned location. Once landed the ground crews begin immediately taking care of their assigned tasks for any new arrival. And in the distance stands an individual that appears to have a purpose that stems beyond the surrounding ground crew.
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Post by jasperflint on Sept 9, 2019 19:52:06 GMT -5
Naela looked up at the board, Terminal 19 of Transit 4A. The Gun Cutter was just about to land. She made it to greet the arriving crew and the excitement began to build. The low dose of Stimm in her system kept her alert. Other than the Adeptus Mechanicus ground crew, no one was paying any undue attention that she could see (Awareness roll 52 - fail by 2 degrees).
She went over to the ship as the ramp opened up and shouted to be heard over the steady din of the aerodrome. "Hi, I am Naela. I am the welcoming committee on this world for our conference." She tapped her data slate and made the plans for the accommodation and transport available to the team. "I hired a van for us, we should all just about fit, how many made it in the end? I was told four but there looks like there is more of you. It might be a squeeze, and the bunk house is busy, but I am sure we will manage." She could feel the nerves getting to her, she knew she was talking too much. "Where are you all from? Do you have much kit? I hired a servitor to carry the luggage, will it be enough?" Okay, enough was enough. The first of them was coming down the ramp. She clamped her mouth shut and watched them descend.
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Post by thespecter on Sept 11, 2019 11:39:20 GMT -5
Axiarch strides down the ramp towards the figure waiting them. Hands clasped, face largely concealed by robes and mechadendrite swaying slightly behind observing it's surroundings.
"Greetings. I require use of a labratorium during our stay. Can this be arranged?"
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emdk
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Post by emdk on Sept 11, 2019 16:27:59 GMT -5
The gun cutter landed with a squeal of hydraulics and the whine of servos as the metal settled upon the platform. Litany unharnessed and stood to stretch her arms and legs. There was much to share and much to discuss. The vision replayed in her mind's eye again and again. Brother Callus' mission… take him and enter the tunnels… go deep…
"This world," she began, garnering their attention. Her expression was pensive and wary. She scanned the assembled acolytes about her. "I believe it to have much buried beneath the surface. There are tunnels, ancient… quite possibly unknown in this day."
The hatch clanged against the exterior decking as it touched home and Litany turned to greet their planetside contact. "Litany Emiline." She bowed and hid her smile as the woman went on. Even without the warp the guide her, the woman bled nervous energy. Litany wrung her hands. "There is not much, only us." But still… she paused and took in their number. "Perhaps another van?"
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Post by jasperflint on Sept 12, 2019 18:48:10 GMT -5
Naela looked up at the Tech Priest as he descended the ramp. A shiver ran down her spine. She had been on this world for six weeks now but they still gave her the creeps. "Yes, I have contacts for you. They will not speak to me directly." She transferred the details to him, there were work rooms in the accommodation unit she had chosen. To be honest there were labratoriums everywhere.
"Madam Emiline, it is a pleasure" She half reached out her hand for a handshake before clasping them back together again. "Yes, you are right, of course, I will get another van immediately."
"Please follow me." She glanced at the servitor to check that it was starting to receive the baggage before leading the unlikely looking group towards the car pool.
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