Afan continues to watch the proceedings, allowing the others to do what they do. Talking tended to be less than useful where he was concerned.
The creature stared at the gun for a moment longer, then sneered. "Your idiotic Mon-Keigh tongue is barely sufficient to explain where water can be found and passed. I doubt it will serve to tell you what you wish, even if I wished to speak of it." He glanced again at the gun, and then Lazerus.
Lazerus will keep a close eye on him through his witch senses
Vasyl does not move his gun hand.
"Try."
The Dark Eldar looked around expectantly, avoiding Lazerus' eyes. "You will need to tell me what it is you wish before you kill me," he said after a moment.
"How many and where are the rest of your kind?"
"Also what's in these vials?"
Lazerus says holding up the vial he took from them
"Scattered across a thousand stars, hidden in the space between worlds, away from both this pitiful remnant and the tainted warp. On this world, there are no others. Three seemed enough to kill one old Mon-Keigh."
Glancing at the vials for a moment, he added, "Drugs. Some for pleasure on this hideous rock. Most for combat. We dod not imagine we would need them here. Imagine my surprise that we were wrong."
Vasyl remains quiet for now.
"How many in your organisation that are set to descend on this place? Who is co operating with you here?"
"Some rich Mon-Keigh or another. Maybe a few. I don't pay much attention. A third of my Kabal is awaiting the order to strike." The Eldar smiled at that idea.
Afan sits and waits for the others to finish the interrogation, muttering to himself..."Well, my plan is still open..."
Nice opening.
"Where are the drugs stored? The ones the nobles can't get enough of?"
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The lax discipline and neglect of duty will be their downfall, their kind will be wiped from the stars in time. Lothar consoled himself with the notion but didn't vocalise it now so as to allow the xenos inferior intellect a chance to be distracted... lest it be distracted from Vasyl's question.
"We have a factor. Notari, Mollari, something. Your names are as forgettable and transitory as everything else about your race. He keeps the drugs in his mansion. He believes he will be spared." The Eldar laughed.
"Where is this mansion? You've surely scoped its defenses."
Man-drey... it is a question.
The creature looked puzzled. "What is a Man-Drey?" His eyes narrowed. "You mean Mandrakes? If such were here you would be dead."
Glancing at Vasly, it said, "Near the top of this mound of iron. The third level from the peak. It has a small port that is able to receive smaller vessels. It has those sad imitations of Lances on turrets guarding it, although there is likely another entry from your mound proper, and some house troops. All of them on the drugs we give, so they will fight without fear or sanity." He smiled again at that idea.
"Any timetable for all this to go down?"
"Probably. If you want to know it, however, you'll have to ask another. I didn't care enough to learn it."
"Where were you going to go after the assassination? To a base? Transportation or the report to a leader?"
"There is a small transport near here. It uses out technology, so it is more or less undetectable to your Imperial sensors." Another smug smirk.
"Where is it? And how do we use it?"
Callidia frowns slightly at the thought of using the unclean xenos devices, but she remains silent for now. I knew that serving an Inquisitor would ask much of me to which I was unaccustomed. I must trust in Him to see my soul safely through this...
"Nearby, at the end of a power line, and you can't. It requires practice, training, finesse. It is not one of your flying boxes that brute forces its way through existence. If you attempt to fly it you will drive it straight into the side of the nearest wall." The Eldar paused. "So, feel free to ignore me and try anyway."
Oh well. Another tack.
"Any of your tech that us humans *can* use?"
"It's all very fragile and inferior Vasyl. They have to rely on speed, one solid hit from a lascannon and it will be slag."
Elegant and ephemeral, relying on slip and artistry.
Lazerus will do a internet search for the description of the property
"Yes. A big enough gun will destroy anything it strikes, eventually. Our ships avoid the problem by not being hit. Other than those mutants you have created most of you can't shoot well enough to hit them." Another shrug. "You can probably use the drugs. It would be an exerpeince to see what they do to a Mon-Keigh."
"What do the drugs do to you then?"
"They make us powerful, lithe, fast. Pain and fear are distant memories. There is only the joy of the kill."
"Other than those mutants you have created most of you can't shoot well enough to hit them."
"I can stand beside a ratling, mutant though they may be they are your better xenos scum."
"They make us powerful, lithe, fast. Pain and fear are distant memories. There is only the joy of the kill."
"A crutch for your xenos frailties."
"Your people use drugs too. Just weak ones. And the mutants I speak of are the ones you make. The big ones, in the armour. You call the Mariners or some such."
"So what do you know of the Marines then?"
A mine of info, this one. Though needs saline and lots of it.
He snorted. "Prized. They are difficult kill, but much harder to capture and almost impossible to break. There souls are the delicacy of Archons." He licked his lips in a distinctly uncomfortable fashion.
"Have you dropped off any supplies to the locals?"
"Quite a few, yes."
"Just to this mansion?"
The Eldar smiled. "For the most parts. One to one of your guard bases, to convince a high ranking fool of the backing behind this. Another to some little meeting of conspirators at an estate at the middle of nowhere. They took the time out of a very tame little orgy to meet with the Mon-Keigh who feels he is in control."
"Where was this estate and guard base?"
"The base was in the middle of this city, near the edge. The estate was somewhere on the surface. I could not see one of these metallic insect nests your kind calls home." He looked around in utter disdain.
"On the surface far from this hive?"
"Not far. No more than a few minutes flight."
The Dark Eldar gasped suddenly as a long blade came from below, piercing it trough the neck in a rapid, noiseless thrust. Below the gantry was...something. Shadows in a humanoid form. Solid yet insubstantial. Only its fine white hair seemed to have any realism - and its blade.
The blade withdrew from the dead Eldars neck and the thing began walking towards the sealed chamber.
Damn. That's what the xenos was buying time for. Well-played, xenos.
"Frack it up!", yells Vasyl as he fires his carnodon point-blank at the alien killer.
"Damn it
Laserus opens fire at the xenos
Lothar didn't hesitate in lifting his steel burner to fire at the mysterious figure. Glade his training and discipline held and he had cleared the jam with his pistol before getting involved in the interrogation.
Startled, Jene reflexively shoots at the critter...
Afan watches for the effect of the sustained fire upon the shadow creature... and breaks into a run to keep ahead of it.