Innocence Proves Nothing: A Dark Heresy Campaign

Game Master maca673

In the name of the God-Emperor: burn the heretic, kill the mutant, purge the unclean.

You are acolytes in the service of Inquisitor Alistair Sharben of the Ordo Hereticus, and it is your holy duty to cleanse the Imperium from the corruption within.

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Male Psykana Aspirant Wounds:8 Fate:1/1 (1) Armor: 7/7/7/7, awareness:45, initiative:+6, Dark holder

I feel fortunate I caught this on my phone. Now I just have orange juice in my nostils and on my table. My computer at least was safe. The mental image I got of the rough arbite intruding on the frail lily researchers private time is so much more amusing like this. It doesn't help I immediately thought of lana and Krieger of archer in this case. Lets see wether Cimbria strangles him with her big ole man hands.
im assuming whatever interactions occur with you two are done long before vector come into the picture, but if you wanted to add more awkward to the situation...

Vector finishes his task his butchers cleaver propely sharpened. The auto pistol having been pulled apart was left to be assembled once the holy cleaning agents could work properly.
"now would be an excellent time to find the training facilities, a training partner would be preferable. Perhaps Magistrate Cimbria would be interested, sparring partners interested in harming me would better emulate an actual enemy of the emperor.
Sheathing his melee weapon and donning his sanctionate robe Vector stands and strides out of his newly appointed room.


WS: 37 BS: 39 St: 35 To: 32 Ag: 33 In: 37 Per:31 WP: 38 Fe: 35 Wounds: 12 Fate: 2/3 Wealth: 20 Awareness (per) 31 CL Adeptus Arbites (int) 37 CL Imperium (int) 37 Inquiry (fel) 45/40 Ironclaw (39) 30m S/2/- 1d10+4I pen: 0 clp: 12 Rld: Full reliable, Scatter H-O Creed-9 50m S/3/10 1d10+3I pen: 0 clp: 35 red dot sight Silencer Flak cloak 3 All

Enraged eyes flick down, then up, then down again before locking murderously on Titus...

You..have.. eyes flick down again twenty seconds, Master Scipio eyes flick up TWENTY seconds to secure your gear and vacate MY room!!

With that Cimbria raises the truncheon threateningly...

Still wearing the robe...


Guardsman / Heavy Gunner Wounds 14/17; WS 30;BS 48;S 42;T 51; Agi 33; Int 26; Per 36;WP 38;Fel 38; Fate 1/2; Insanity 10

Simmins heads to the chapel and knocks hesitantly Father.. Father Merric. I'm a new recruit, just boarded, If I could have a word.


Titus makes a slight bow to Cimbria, reaching out in a single smooth motion and catching the clasp that would allow the robe to quickly release in case it had become caught in machinery. As the robe falls to the floor he dips and scoops it up, twirling a bit to wrap it back around himself.

"As you wish."

As the shock and rage must surely twist along Cimbria's face, Titus spares only a single glance back as he walks out the door. Titus anounces, loud enough for all to hear mind you,"Most fetching in deed, I commend you on your fitness. I look forward to many more learning experiences."

Notice, Titus actually has no idea what is going on here. He has made the assumption that this is the beginning of some strange mating ritual. He will begin researching the topic and probably come to the conclusion that Cimbria is in to some kinky things that he will of course have to ask her about again at a later date.


Male Psykana Aspirant Wounds:8 Fate:1/1 (1) Armor: 7/7/7/7, awareness:45, initiative:+6, Dark holder

Is vector asleep at his desk dreaming this? nobody knows!

Vector stands at the first door on the left posed to knock as he contemplates the fact his mind is imagining ominous high gothic chanting and violins.
"Curious.." The psyker states to the air as he examines the doors construction.
"Perhaps speaking to the Mechainus adherent in charge of the engenarium is in order. Such an obvious abberance is indicative of a flaw in the warp shielding."
He considers to himself as his hand draws closer to the door, violins swelling and chanting growing deeper.
The door clicks with an unlocking noise and vector swifty steps out of the way.
Then the door opens and a bare chested Titus strides through the door speaking of learning experiences and he catches a glimpse of Cimbira.

Vector looks in confusion as the man leaves the room.
Glancing from the mans form and the now open door exuding the ominous chanting louder than before vector nods. The Psyker displays an uncommon amount of sense for being well himself and backs away from the door. The images of a half dozen old memories playing through his mind of female family members being revealed in a similar fashion. Some of them reacting quite violently, his mind quickly drawing assumptions to how the already violent Arbite would act.

"Perhaps now would be an excellent time to visit the Engenarium."
The fully robed man states, turning to leave. Cautiously, lest the ominous chanting be encouraged to follow him.


Guardsman / Heavy Gunner Wounds 14/17; WS 30;BS 48;S 42;T 51; Agi 33; Int 26; Per 36;WP 38;Fel 38; Fate 1/2; Insanity 10

Simmins enters the chapel and says cautiously

Spoiler:
Father, I am a new guard in Inquisitor Sharben's retinue. I.. I have always done as good as I can by the Emperor on my homeworld, the reason I left when a position was offered by the Inquisitor was that... well.. I started having these disturbing dreams. They scare me father, they are not of the Emperor's holy light... and I was hoping you could help me in banishing them from me


Male Human Sanctioned Psyker: Preceptor-Savant

I hate traveling for winter break. Everything's cold and there's no wifi around...

Vector:

"Access to query:Enginarium is not permitted at this time. Please try again at a later date, or contact your local administrator for assistance." The servitor manning the elevator drones.

Simms:

A man slides into the pew that you're sitting in. Dressed in the livery of a cleric in the Ministorum, the bearded figure frowns before speaking. "Dreams? Try your best to remember their nature. Only then will I be able to try to dispense my advice as best as the Emperor will allow."

After Cimbria and Titus' little encounter, is there anything you two wish to do?


Male Psykana Aspirant Wounds:8 Fate:1/1 (1) Armor: 7/7/7/7, awareness:45, initiative:+6, Dark holder

I will keep that in mind, but as of now Vector has not actually left the area. He had intended to invite Cimbria to go beat each other senseless for a little while. Failing that he does have another imperial female who desired to harm him to serve as a punching bag sparring partner.
I was holding such words until after Cimbria's next response so as to avoid upsetting the order of events too much.


Guardsman / Heavy Gunner Wounds 14/17; WS 30;BS 48;S 42;T 51; Agi 33; Int 26; Per 36;WP 38;Fel 38; Fate 1/2; Insanity 10

cleric:
I'm from a pretty crowded Homeworld Father. Most folks are miners working so hard that they don't have the energy to defend themselves and protect what's theirs. That's where me and mine came in. Militiamen set up to protect and enforce the Emperor's laws in our little home areas. A little bit ago I was jumped by five bandit bastards and nearly died. I barely remember fighting them off with my axe I just remember my rage while I cut them down... It's... it's in my dreams where it almost comes back to me but it doesn't make sense. The blood fits and the roaring and the screams and the sight of my axe flashing over and over but there's so much of it... and then there are glimpses of.. skulls... lots of skulls. The dream ain't right Father. I know that for certain. I think the dreams might be stronger when I sleep with my axe close but that might just be crazy talk.... Simmins looks at the cleric with a mixture of fear and hope What does it mean?


WS: 37 BS: 39 St: 35 To: 32 Ag: 33 In: 37 Per:31 WP: 38 Fe: 35 Wounds: 12 Fate: 2/3 Wealth: 20 Awareness (per) 31 CL Adeptus Arbites (int) 37 CL Imperium (int) 37 Inquiry (fel) 45/40 Ironclaw (39) 30m S/2/- 1d10+4I pen: 0 clp: 12 Rld: Full reliable, Scatter H-O Creed-9 50m S/3/10 1d10+3I pen: 0 clp: 35 red dot sight Silencer Flak cloak 3 All

Unbridled fury blazes in Cimbria's eyes as she stands exposed to whoever happens to be in the hallway, truncheon still raised menacingly. Her pale bluish skin shows few scars and marks from previous combat, and save for the hair on her head and eyebrows, she is entirely hairless. She takes two strides towards the door and slams it shut.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she covers her face with her hands. The baton clatters to the floor as she begins to tremble.


Male Psykana Aspirant Wounds:8 Fate:1/1 (1) Armor: 7/7/7/7, awareness:45, initiative:+6, Dark holder

Vector looks at the door, a moment as the air still before vector shrugs.
"Curious, with her previous interactions I expected a much more violent response." he states mostly to himself.
With a set of two sharp knocks on the barrier vector raises his voice and speaks in his usual monotone "Magistrate Cimbria, once you have suitably clothed yourself I request your presence in the training facilities of the ship. I desire a partner to practice melee combat with, as I informed the inquisitor my intention is to stay sharpened and ready."
With a thought the psyker strains for any more traces of the music he had assuredly heard a few moments ago, noting its absence.
"I may be delayed by a few minutes, I must go and log a concern I have on the ships shielding first."

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When stymied by the elevator
Vector scowls slightly turning the idea over in his head. It is understandable, new crew memebers would likely not be permitted to such a sensitive place as the Engenarium. I shall request the proper forms for attention to the matter on arriving at the training hall. They at least will likely know where what I seek is.[/b]
"Change of desired route, Armory. Vector Linear Psykana Sanctionate, Imperial identifier 439687636-BB." The psyker states evenly to the automated voice, awaiting a response.
[i] Training facilities will be on the same floor, and I might even be able to requisition replacement weapons and pending the inquisitors permission obtain a quality long range weapon.


Male Human Sanctioned Psyker: Preceptor-Savant

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand I've fixed my computer! Damn router was being glitchy....

Simms:

After taking your words into consideration, the cleric responds, "Then I suggest leaving your axe as far away from you when you sleep. If you wish to be secure in going to your rest, then may I suggest taking a knife? Additionally, I would prescribe you morning and evening prayers to the Emperor to shield you from further...night terrors."

At Vector's request, the servitor nods before calibrating the elevator controls to take you to the armory. One elevator trip and five-minute walk down a maze of corridors later, and you find yourself at the entrance to the ship's armory and practice range. A pair of tech-priests tend the reception desk.


Guardsman / Heavy Gunner Wounds 14/17; WS 30;BS 48;S 42;T 51; Agi 33; Int 26; Per 36;WP 38;Fel 38; Fate 1/2; Insanity 10

Simmins thanks the Father and retires to the Division 2 section of the ship. Unsure which rooms are taken he starts knocking on them as he moves down starting with the one on the right...


Male Psykana Aspirant Wounds:8 Fate:1/1 (1) Armor: 7/7/7/7, awareness:45, initiative:+6, Dark holder

Vector walks up to the reception desk, knowing the two tech priests had seen him. "Greetings Armory Officiate, this one is Vector Linear Psykana Sanctionate. Seeking the proper forms for obtaining time on your training facilities, in addition the protocol on requesting materials from the armory. Once an acceptable training partner is located I would request use of your close weapon training quarters. Currently I wish to requisition a long range weapon with which I may familiarize myself with.
Aside from that were I to log a concern for the Inquisitor to be made aware of, where would the form for such be?"


Roth takes a long shower. He cleans off the blood of the day. Angry voices from outside don't interest him. His new companions, have only to emotional states...Broken or angry. Roth pulls and puts on some clean garments.

After he gets dressed. He begins to search for the ship's Bar.


WS: 37 BS: 39 St: 35 To: 32 Ag: 33 In: 37 Per:31 WP: 38 Fe: 35 Wounds: 12 Fate: 2/3 Wealth: 20 Awareness (per) 31 CL Adeptus Arbites (int) 37 CL Imperium (int) 37 Inquiry (fel) 45/40 Ironclaw (39) 30m S/2/- 1d10+4I pen: 0 clp: 12 Rld: Full reliable, Scatter H-O Creed-9 50m S/3/10 1d10+3I pen: 0 clp: 35 red dot sight Silencer Flak cloak 3 All

Cimbria half-heard the request from Vector. Before she could reply, he had taken his leave, gone as abruptly as he appeared.

Sigh...I guess I could use a work out...

Drawing an outfit from the chest of drawers, Cimbria pulls on a pair of socks, fatigue pants, boots and an Arbitrator training t-shirt. She buckles on her utility belt and goes off in search of training facilities...


Guardsman / Heavy Gunner Wounds 14/17; WS 30;BS 48;S 42;T 51; Agi 33; Int 26; Per 36;WP 38;Fel 38; Fate 1/2; Insanity 10

And.. runs into Simmins who was knocking on the door.

Ah, didn't know this room was taken. Really need to put signs up or something... hey.. you ok?


Male Human Sanctioned Psyker: Preceptor-Savant

Merry Christmas Emperor's Day!! Sorry for the delay...

Roth:

The closest thing that passes for a bar is the cafeteria atrium for the ships high ranking officers and officials. Recaff and all sorts of wholesome meals are available to select in a self-serve, buffet style. The atrium itself is about thirty by fifty feet in terms of size.

@Cimbria: Directions to the ship's gymnasium have been provided in your portable data-slate.

Roth:

The tech-priest slides a data slate towards you.

Fill out the requisition form," he/she (?) drones (you can't tell due to the extent of the augmentations). "Currently, acolytes of your rank are only allowed access to certain armaments. Consult the directory for additional information."

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Ship Mechanics (That I will continue to work on)

* Armory: Requisition armaments and armor, practice your shooting.
--Current allowance: [Weapons/Armor/Ammor/Supplies that are "Common" and "Uncommon"]

* Briefing Room: Where you will be briefed/debriefed by the Inquisitor.

* Cafeteria Atrium: Feed yourself.

* Gymnasium: Train yourself. May gain XP depending on how well you do.

* Librarium: For researching topics. +20 to Lore rolls when in here.

Incomplete, I know. I'll be finalizing the things you can do on the ship as the holiday goes on.


Male Psykana Aspirant Wounds:8 Fate:1/1 (1) Armor: 7/7/7/7, awareness:45, initiative:+6, Dark holder

Everyone is busy during the holidays, no worries. And a happy holidays to you as well.
Also, are one of those spoilers meant for me? seems odd Roth would have two of them. By common/ uncommon do you perhaps mean the Common and [Average] cost brackets? Or do you mean Scarce? That being the case would a poor quality hunting rifle (normally scarce drops by 1 bracket due to quality) be something available for Vector to select?

Vector stands silently waiting for one of the Mars priests to respond to his query.


Male Human Sanctioned Psyker: Preceptor-Savant

Oops. See the second post that has Roth's name in it. That's supposed to be directed towards you. *Slaps self* Having two psykers on the team seems to be making me less intelligent...I call corruption! Sorry about that...


What time is not spent in the Atrium on feeding one's self, or sleeping in his room, is spent in the Librarium acquainting himself with the myriad of topics there.


Male Psykana Aspirant Wounds:8 Fate:1/1 (1) Armor: 7/7/7/7, awareness:45, initiative:+6, Dark holder

Vector accepts the offered paperwork with only a small grimace. "I shall endeavor to complete this with haste then." the psyker walks to the area nearest the directory with a writable surface and consults it for information. The repeated erasing of boxes and changing of tic marks revealing the Psykers ineptitude at such actions.

As Cimbria and possibly Simmins are headed down here this is likely where they would encounter Vector. Slowly plugging away at paperwork most in the empire ought to be able to blur through.


Male Psykana Aspirant Wounds:8 Fate:1/1 (1) Armor: 7/7/7/7, awareness:45, initiative:+6, Dark holder

later
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Vector represses the urge to sigh violently as after three rewrites and multiple wrackings of the brain he succedes in completing his task. "I will endeavor to not look away from any paperwork in future. It almost seems as though it can breed with the way the stack I was given expanded each time I looked up.
The pskyer hands in the stained collection of papers, two eraserless pencils and the clipboard it came with. He waits paitently for the mechanius priest to sort the files into their proper positions and decode his mostly illegible low gothic.
test subjects had little need for penmanship, and there was little time for such frivolity while I was being forged.
Vector recalls and mostly suppresses a flash of guilt as he stands silent with his thoughts.


Male Psykana Aspirant Wounds:8 Fate:1/1 (1) Armor: 7/7/7/7, awareness:45, initiative:+6, Dark holder

After likely being glared at by the tech priests for soiling the paper due to being an idiot. If someone desires to interact at this point feel free. I get the feeling we will have run of the ships facilites until Fenwick returns. Then we will likely get to doing more things.

Vector retrieves the requisitioned gear, bullets and other elements moving swiftly to the firing range to test his newly obtained weapons.
As he calmly fires at targets the psyker frowns looking at the new weapon. This refurbished rifles spirit seems strained. I can almost feel the stains of past battles on it. It feels comforting. the psyker shoves the thought away as he focuses on his practice with the newly acquired weapon. The bullets placed on the table he fired from and the crate of fire grenades he had requisitioned placed under the table behind him.


Male Human Sanctioned Psyker: Preceptor-Savant

I think it's time we get another adventure kicked off! Because I'm back!

Two days pass by, in which you've spent your time devoting yourselves to whatever task you've decided to do, be it practicing your marksmanship, reading in the library, or weight lifting in the gymnasium. You feel yourselves grow stronger...

Add +2 to any one Stat you choose, or distribute +1 to two others.

A pinging sound rouses you from your slumber before you hear a voice over the overhead vox in your rooms. "All acolytes are to report to the briefing room by order of Inquisitor Sharben by 0800 hours standard time, combat ready and prepared for your first assignment."

After the voice fades away, you look at the chrono affixed to your nightstands. It is 0645. What do you do?


Male Psykana Aspirant Wounds:8 Fate:1/1 (1) Armor: 7/7/7/7, awareness:45, initiative:+6, Dark holder

Increases to toughness and willpower. I doubt Vector learned much in the way of superior combat techniques, but as his prerogative is to invite people who are angry with him to spar (I imagine the number of potential increases the more Vector talks with the crew) he would likely be shown may imaginative methods of agony. His physical and mental toughness would be challenged.

On hearing the voice Vector showers, using the time his body takes to dry as his allotment of prayer to the emperor. Following that Vector takes the time to examine his weapons, ensuring they are ready for use. Donning clothes, armor and weapons the psyker would exit his current abode and wait near the exit looking at any available clock.


Guardsman / Heavy Gunner Wounds 14/17; WS 30;BS 48;S 42;T 51; Agi 33; Int 26; Per 36;WP 38;Fel 38; Fate 1/2; Insanity 10

+1 to BS and +1 to WP

Simmins spends his two days focused on prayer and on his gun skills. Resolving to stay away from his axe unless absolutely necessary.


Continued study in the libraries has done Titus's mind a world of good, the increase to his already impressive store of knowledge is a welcome blessing. Noting the vox communique, Titus prepares himself and arrives an hour early.

+2 Int


Male Psykana Aspirant Wounds:8 Fate:1/1 (1) Armor: 7/7/7/7, awareness:45, initiative:+6, Dark holder

After some time of waiting Vector moves from his spot staring at the clock walking at an even clip
assuming no changes I will arrive within seven minutes of the declared time.


Female Human Scum 2 [Outcast]

You all collectively enter, shuffling into the conference room with both trepidation and excitement. It's your first mission, so you have every right to be anxious and rearing to go!

The room itself is furnished lavishly, with mosaic tiles on the walls depicting various iconic scenes from the history of the Imperium of Man. The Great Crusade, the Horus Heresy, the End of the Apostasy, and the Damocles Crusade are ones that you easily recognize. A mahogany table dominates the center of the room, with eight chairs along the longer edges. A grand chair sits at the end of it, presumably for the Inquisitor.

Servants offer you various refreshments of purified water and fruit. You decline and accept various foodstuffs at your discretion.

At 755 hours, the door slams open to let Dia into the room. She shoots all of you a steely glare and sits down abruptly, kicking her legs up on the table in a gesture that clearly speaks of defiance. The servant looks like he's about to say something before a dark look causes the man to visibly quail.

Dia scowls and says to the room, "Anything else you want to say?"


Male Psykana Aspirant Wounds:8 Fate:1/1 (1) Armor: 7/7/7/7, awareness:45, initiative:+6, Dark holder

Vector had been studying a particularly shiny yellow skinned apple, eyeing the fruit with some concern and suspicion. The psyker obviously uncomfortable and out of place in such a lavish environment.
The inquisitor seems to find knock out gases convenient, there is nothing to say the same cannot be placed in such an inviting package. Perhaps I should keep it for future meditation and prayer on the subject of deceit. the psyker debates as he looks at the fruit his stomach giving a traitorous groan at the presence of such a foodstuff in front of him. He picks up the fruit and examines it closer.
Perhaps such a lesson could be internalized?
His distracted nature makes the psyker reach for a weapon on the door slamming open and hostility settling on him. Unbalancing the hand he was holding the fruit with.
agi test 34: 1d100 ⇒ 38
Realizing the lack of danger the psyker dips his hand to intercept his yellow-gold prize but only succeeds in sending the fruit straight beneath the great table.
Vector looks up, his usual unpleasant facial features even less appealing with a deeper frown on his face as he looks in the direction the apple rolled.
"Your arrival is unhelpful Prisoner Harmon. It appears to be a defining trait." the psyker says in reply to the woman's question.


Guardsman / Heavy Gunner Wounds 14/17; WS 30;BS 48;S 42;T 51; Agi 33; Int 26; Per 36;WP 38;Fel 38; Fate 1/2; Insanity 10

Don't know if we need to be hostile to each other Simmins says mildly to Dia We'll have plenty of horrible things to greet us wherever the Inquisitor sends us


Titus continues to look at the intracacies and embellishments of the history murals while purposefully ignoring the others at the table. Even when Dia purposefully disrupts the gathering, Titus continues to immerse himself in the beauty of history.


Female Human Scum 2 [Outcast]

At Vector's jibe, Dia retorts, "Like the stench of the warp on your skinny ass, witch-boy? There's no odorant in the galaxy that can mask that 'defining' smell of yours, save for taking a swim out the airlock. Oh, I'm sorry, do you not like the nickname? I thought it only fair that I gave you one since you've kindly brought it on yourself to give me one."

When Simms tries to interject peacefully, she laughs mirthlessly. It's a mocking tone that deliberately tries to be provocative. "That is if they don't kill us first."


WS: 37 BS: 39 St: 35 To: 32 Ag: 33 In: 37 Per:31 WP: 38 Fe: 35 Wounds: 12 Fate: 2/3 Wealth: 20 Awareness (per) 31 CL Adeptus Arbites (int) 37 CL Imperium (int) 37 Inquiry (fel) 45/40 Ironclaw (39) 30m S/2/- 1d10+4I pen: 0 clp: 12 Rld: Full reliable, Scatter H-O Creed-9 50m S/3/10 1d10+3I pen: 0 clp: 35 red dot sight Silencer Flak cloak 3 All

Dia, don't make me dump you your skinny ass. If you dislike what the psyker is saying, you're free to go back to your hab-corner. I hear it's payday today. Even *you* might make money...

Cimbria steps around the table, retrieves the apple and tosses it to Vector and takes a seat across from him.


Titus's normal silent observation is suddenly broken, as if he only just now noticed that there was anyone else in the room. "If we were to die we would already be dead. We are useful tools, to throw us away before we could be of service to the inquisition would be an exercise in wastefulness. Though I fully expect that my life, or the life of any person in this room for that matter, would be expended if it became necessary. This is only right and proper when you hold one life against the value of a planet, or that of an entire segmentum. We live to serve, we die to serve, everything else is but dust in the wind."

Titus turns his wizened gaze upon Dia and Vector."If you can not learn to interact with civility and professionalism, well as I said, your lives mean nothing when compared to the value of a planet... may they be spent well."


Male Psykana Aspirant Wounds:8 Fate:1/1 (1) Armor: 7/7/7/7, awareness:45, initiative:+6, Dark holder

Vector catches the apple and places it back on the table
"Thank you Magistrae Arctus. I will act in a professional manner where such is permitted Vox Adept Sicpio. Prisoner Harmon has determined that I am both dangerous and worthy of contempt, an interesting contrition but in the end ultimately her choice. Prisoner Harmon if Inquisitor Sharben has issued you a new designation you are welcome to inform me."
With that said he picks up the apple and begins awkwardly consuming the fruit with all the grace of someone who had only head of such things as apples in storybooks. The noise of his eating increasing as he begins grinding through the fibrous objects.

Yes that misspelling is intentional. Trying to RP Vector's upbringing(Well the bit with the Techpriests at least) being full of big words that he didn't understand and his lower than average intellect meaning he gets them wrong sometimes.


Female Human Scum 2 [Outcast]

There is a silence from Dia as she seemingly ignores you. Suddenly, she flings a table knife at Cimbria. Her face is livid and furious as the improvised weapon races towards the Enforcer's chest...


Male Human Sanctioned Psyker: Preceptor-Savant

...only for it to stop half-way across the table. It floats in midair, much to your shock, before gently bobbing its way to the outstretched hand of Inquisitor Alistair Sharben, who is standing by the door. There's a frown on his face as he gives the utensil to a nearby servant, who only looks too happy to be getting out of the room as soon as possible.

"It's good to see you're all getting together nicely," he observes, seating himself at the head of the table. "But I would hope that your parents taught you better manners than to call each other nasty names, or other subtle insults. By all means, please go ahead and hate each other, but do so in a manner that doesn't lead to anyone becoming permanently maimed or disfigured. The Inquisition will not tolerate fighting inside of the cells and neither will I. Failure to do so will result in repercussions. Have I made myself clear?"


WS: 37 BS: 39 St: 35 To: 32 Ag: 33 In: 37 Per:31 WP: 38 Fe: 35 Wounds: 12 Fate: 2/3 Wealth: 20 Awareness (per) 31 CL Adeptus Arbites (int) 37 CL Imperium (int) 37 Inquiry (fel) 45/40 Ironclaw (39) 30m S/2/- 1d10+4I pen: 0 clp: 12 Rld: Full reliable, Scatter H-O Creed-9 50m S/3/10 1d10+3I pen: 0 clp: 35 red dot sight Silencer Flak cloak 3 All

Smoothly, Cimbria shifts her weight to avoid the incoming missile, while casually drawing the H-O Creed at her hip. It is at that moment the Inquisitor stops the knife.

Listening to Sharben, but not taking her eyes off Hab-Skank Dia; Cimbria responds lightly,

Well, even I know it's better to avoid biting the hand that distributes the Thrones.

Cimbria raises her chin and looks down her slender nose at Dia, then re-holsters the massive firearm with a smirk.


Guardsman / Heavy Gunner Wounds 14/17; WS 30;BS 48;S 42;T 51; Agi 33; Int 26; Per 36;WP 38;Fel 38; Fate 1/2; Insanity 10

Simmins shrugs and then nods at the Inquisitor's words. If our test was any hint, we ain't going to get through our next mission alive if we don't watch each other's backs he says agreeing with their leader and master.


Male Psykana Aspirant Wounds:8 Fate:1/1 (1) Armor: 7/7/7/7, awareness:45, initiative:+6, Dark holder

Vector's hand not occupied with clumsily consuming a fruit had been gripping the handle of his cleaver since the start, a sign of his discomfort at the setting. It was one step away from leaving his hand to strike the flying blade when the blade began to float.
"Yes Inquisitor, no harm that would impair mission viability." Vector replies, as he sheathes his butcher blade and awaits instruction. Brow knit slightly in thought.
These interactions are always so strange. If she is not Prisoner Harmon then what is her designation? She never informed me and refering to her on a first name basis would be improper. I am neither a family member or friend, I am a blade of the Inquisiton.


Male Human Sanctioned Psyker: Preceptor-Savant

After you've settled yourselves down somewhat, Sharben begins to speak.

"In approximately two hours, this ship will exit the warp and materialize over Sepheris Secundus. For those unaware, it is a feudal world that primarily exports metal ore and raw promethium as its tithe to the Imperium, and from what I hear, life is cheap. The barons will do whatever it takes to meet their quota, and harshly punish those that fail to comply.

"But in any event, my office has received disturbing reports about signs of Chaos worship deep within the mines. Details are short, but when a detachment of Imperial Guardsmen were sent to suppress what appeared to be an unruly uprising, they came out of the tunnels, ravening and gibbering about symbols that burned in their minds and 'creatures that had never seen the light of day'.

"The Commissariat was quick to order the mines sealed until Inquisitorial aid could be reached. Naturally, the barons are no small amount of anxious because of this. Sepheris Secundus is the Calixis sector's primary source of the aforementioned resources. Prolonged closure could permanently damage the planet's economy, as well as that of the sector.

"This is where all of you come in. I've taken the liberty of assigning all of you to this mission. You are to investigate the mines for signs of the Ruinous Powers and take the appropriate measures of purging them from the world.

"Because this is your first mission, I will not be accompanying you. I want to personally see for myself how you'll perform outside of a moderately controlled environment. You will most certainly face death or worse when you undertake any future missions. But with that said, I have absolute faith in your abilities. I wish you all the best in this task, and pray to the Emperor for your success.

"So!" he claps his hands, scrutinizing all of you carefully, "Do you have any questions?"


WS: 37 BS: 39 St: 35 To: 32 Ag: 33 In: 37 Per:31 WP: 38 Fe: 35 Wounds: 12 Fate: 2/3 Wealth: 20 Awareness (per) 31 CL Adeptus Arbites (int) 37 CL Imperium (int) 37 Inquiry (fel) 45/40 Ironclaw (39) 30m S/2/- 1d10+4I pen: 0 clp: 12 Rld: Full reliable, Scatter H-O Creed-9 50m S/3/10 1d10+3I pen: 0 clp: 35 red dot sight Silencer Flak cloak 3 All

Yes sir. Who operates the mines, and are they aware of our arrival? From what you have described, it sounds like we are to operate openly. Is this so?

Cimbria types notes into her data slate while talking.


Male Human Sanctioned Psyker: Preceptor-Savant

"As of now, the Commissariat has complete control over this section of the mines. It is no secret among the important folk that the Inquisition is on its way to investigate Chaos activity, but keep interactions with civilians at a minimum. The last thing we need is the populace screaming about daemonic incursions and other panic-inducing kinds of hearsay. But for the most part, you are operating openly among the regiment that has secured the mine for your arrival."


Male Psykana Aspirant Wounds:8 Fate:1/1 (1) Armor: 7/7/7/7, awareness:45, initiative:+6, Dark holder

Vector places the remains of his apple on the plate in front of him as he does his best to avoid sweating over his current position. Why does the inquisitor not just give me orders? It is much less confusing to understand his intentions if I am to understand my instructions.
The Psyker glances to the Inquisitor still unsure of himself "And if we encounter a threat of greater strata then we are prepared to deal with? Will any survivors have a means of contacting you reliably?" The spacer asks in a quiet voice


Male Human Sanctioned Psyker: Preceptor-Savant

The Inquisitor thinks for a second before responding, "I will be assigning a servo-skull to record your progress for the sake of my personal review and for our Ordos archives. It shouldn't be too much trouble for my tech-priests to install a panic button inside of it for your cell's use should things go out of control."


Guardsman / Heavy Gunner Wounds 14/17; WS 30;BS 48;S 42;T 51; Agi 33; Int 26; Per 36;WP 38;Fel 38; Fate 1/2; Insanity 10

Any requisition you could provide to help protect us from heretical powers, Sir Simmins asks.


WS: 37 BS: 39 St: 35 To: 32 Ag: 33 In: 37 Per:31 WP: 38 Fe: 35 Wounds: 12 Fate: 2/3 Wealth: 20 Awareness (per) 31 CL Adeptus Arbites (int) 37 CL Imperium (int) 37 Inquiry (fel) 45/40 Ironclaw (39) 30m S/2/- 1d10+4I pen: 0 clp: 12 Rld: Full reliable, Scatter H-O Creed-9 50m S/3/10 1d10+3I pen: 0 clp: 35 red dot sight Silencer Flak cloak 3 All
Simmins Olways wrote:
Any requisition you could provide to help protect us from heretical powers, Sir Simmins asks.

Echo that, some Manstopper rounds and maybe a higher grade armor would be convenient...

Looking down at the table, Cimbria's eyes un-focus for a moment as she thinks about anything that might have been missed.

Tell us, on whose toes are we treading down there? Who owns the mine?


Male Human Sanctioned Psyker: Preceptor-Savant

He raises his eyebrows. "Your faith should be sufficient to shield you from corruption. That I have no doubt of. And as for better armor? Be sure to talk to the quartermaster after you've completed this mission."

Sharben turns to Cimbria. "Prior to the revolt, the mine was owned by a relatively minor baron. Right now, it's property of the Commissariat, who will then cede authority over its area to Inquisitorial agents. The dataslate I'm sliding to you contains the necessary documentation for this transaction."

He slides a dataslate across the table. Presumably the one with the most social skills is the one to best hold onto it.

"Do you have any other questions?"

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