Let's see if I make this
2d10 + 5 ⇒ (5, 6) + 5 = 16
Nope. Fate point
2d10 + 5 ⇒ (6, 10) + 5 = 21
With a simple curse under his breath, Nihil saw that there was little option left. He could not allow Rubio to die and already the party was in grave danger. With a vicious snarl that seemed out of place from the young nobleman, a spew of words that held no meaning began to vent from his lips, eyes burning brightly like licks of fire. He opened his mouth up to scream yet his jaw went further, dislocating as the skin of his cheeks tore and opened his maw wide before a great bale of purple and blue fire vomited from his mouth towards the enemy.
1d10 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 Pen 3
Ok, thanks. Sorry, Mindblade.
Nihil nods in return, waiting until the man has finished his healing powers before attempting to help him up.
"We're abandoning Haarlocks relics, they're not worth Rubio's life. Auraxis, Illidan, can you secure us an exit out through this hell hole to the ships docked outside?"
And there in lies the choice... What was of more value? Rubio, or the items held within the vaults bellow? With a look of irritation, Nihil muttered curses under his breath and turned away from the Widow towards Mindblade.
"Hold still. We need to leave."
Medicae test with bonuses from med-kit and medical servo skull.
1d100 ⇒ 98
Guess I'll use my last fate point
1d100 ⇒ 40
He raised a curious brow, turning his head towards the hallway before motion to it. "Illidan, Auraxis, secure the hallway if you please. Kill anything that move.s"
He says before turning his attention back to the Widow.
"A great deal of loyalty for a daemon, when your 'Master' is nothing more than a human."
Seeing Illidan rushing for Mindblade, Nihil turns away and paces casual towards Rubio.
"Gentlemen, I believe the time for tact is now beyond us. Kill anything that stands in our way." He says out to the rest of the group before lightly kicking Rubio in the stomach to wake him up.
"Get up, Haarlock. We've wasted enough time already."
Nihilsighed quietly to himself before he raised his bolt pistol once more and squeezed the trigger to his gun, letting two bolt rounds rip from the barking muzzle. As much as he liked the Logican, keeping her alive and missing a limb would be useless to him.
Nihil merely stands very calmly to the side, hands folded behind his chest. He was in agreement with, whether either of them knew it or not. No sense in bothering with petty subterfuge if it held no benefit.
"I would suggest you call down your little pet, dear Logican, or you will all die here."
Nihil sighed in annoyance at his own little blunder, pressing his fingers to his closed eyes and rubbing them gently as if they could soothe the pain of his own inherent stupidity. Finding no other purpose in doing so, he placed a hand upon Auraxis' bolter, slowly lowering it.
"Friends, let's not point fingers or weapons at each other, yes? We would all like to make it out of this situation alive so let us put the guns down and move on without difficulty."
After which, he turns to Rubio.
"Now enough of these games, Rubio. If all this wretched automaton requires is some of your blood then just cut your hand pour it into the chalice, if you'd please."
Of course, he could have added in that should the Rogue Trader's descendent not cooperate, they could always take him by force and slit his throat over the chalice. After the day they've been having, he wasn't entirely against the notion.
Nihil merely chuckled softly, adjusting the straps on his arm bracer as he spoke.
"I believe he is the descendent of Haarlock because that is what he is. We saw his image in the twisted mirror, his face grow pale before he spent a small fortune on it. We've seen his reactions throughout the auction, how he shifts uncomfortably at the mention of Haarlock's line, and we've all seen how the Automaton turned to face him each time she spoke of Haarlock.
Rubio is still alive because we need him. You heard the witch machine. Haarlock is returning and Rubio is his final connection to the Rogue Trader's line. The entire sector is at stake in this little game, dear Lady, and Rubio will be the Ace up our sleeve... If we can keep him alive of course..."
Nihil simply nods. Mindblade was in all intents and purposes the most capable warrior here. It would be best to put Rubio in his care. That and he didn't believe a word that whoreson Rubio said. He knew of his connection with the Haarlock line whether he wanted to believe it or not. His reactions throughout the auction had made that evident. He quickly and quietly suited adorning his carapace armour and holstering his pistols. Clicking his tongue twice, he beckoned his cherub and servo skull two him, the familiar and animated skull coming to call. After the cherub perched itself upon his shoulder, he turned to his comrades.
"Now then, gentlemen... Shall we descend into the jaws of the daemon?"
"A true son of Malfai always has a plan, Master Sardon. But first order of business, we must retrieve our belongings from the guest room if we expect to hold any sort of chance. Yes?"
Of course, he was purely lying out of his ass. He didn't have a plan nor did he really expect one to come to him any time soon. He was expecting something to come to him on the way to retrieve their gear... Here's to hoping, ya? His attention (no longer blinded) now turned to Captain Rubio as they moved, stepping over bodies and the like.
"But I believe the last inheritor of Haarlock's line can illuminate to us a little bit onto this situation..."
Nihil wanders about aimlessly do, cursing for his inability to see. He suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder and was about ready to punch them had he not heard the muttering of Mindblade. Put at ease for a fraction of a moment. Upon hearing Nonsuch's scream, he went slightly pale for a moment, his blindness making him more fearful than usual. "What in the Maelstrom was that?...." he muttered low towards Mindblade, moving in the direction he was guided.
Initiative 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
The Malfian Noble snarled under his breath, spitting up a small amount of blood. Bastards must have overloaded the core generator at the Alter of Fire or something... Dammit that wasn't good."To hell with Nonesuch, Rubio takes priority. Secure his safety, no one else matters." As Nihil slowly picks himself up from the floor, he turns his head to Lady Octavia. "Logican, if you ever wish to use your precious encrypted tome, I would suggest we work together and save ourselves from being turned to molten slag."