You hear a hollow noise as your foot bumps into one of the scorched wall panels. Upon closer inspection, it appears to be a secret door and opening it reveals a hidden cogitator, a back-up storage unit in case the one in plain sight was destroyed or corrupted. It has data-ports for connecting devices. Perhaps a copy of the floor map could be downloaded?
As far as you can tell, there aren't any clear and present dangers near the acolytes.
"I am not very familiar with Starship design," Riktor replied, "But given how high a priority the Gellar Field is in both terms of energy draw from the engines and maintenance I would assume it would be near the Primary Enginerium."
Simmins points Riktor to the hidden cogitor.
Can you get anything from that? he asks before joining Cimbria in scanning for danger.
Roth grabs the the cogitor and tosses it to Riktor. See if you can make use of it.
The Tech Priest looked over the machine and tried to access the data-port via his eletro-graft.
"Mayhaps I can have a look at the problem? Titus stands with outstretched hand and curious gaze, waiting for the go ahead from the tech priest.
The Battle Sister stood, legs braced shoulder width, as the life slowly descended.
Once it arrived at it's destination, she stepped off , bolter snapping into her hand and took up a defensive position, watching for threats as the others pokes about with the engineering post.
"Hurry, time is of the essense." she says quietly.
Riktor looked from the Battle Sister to the machine. "If you believe we have time," he said with a small shrug, "You may certainly attempt the rights and ceremony."
Vector stood next the the wall of the lift, eyes darting cautiously from ceiling to wall to floor. The slight noises as his companions adjusted their gear and the lift descending accompanying his thoughts. fidgeting with his melee weapon, a butcher blade of fair quality attached to a dented and heavily worn handle.
Possible entry through the ceiling, no footsteps or noises as such. the cover we have piled in from of us will defend form most attacks, grenades will kill us. Enemy psykers are a possibility, hopefully I can act swiftly enough to engulf them in fire before they are an issue. More servitors? Cover will be required if we are not to burden the emeperor for yet more inspiration. so many things to consider. Cimbria desires to harm me, a telepath could pick on that feeling who else would be a threat. Who of them would fall first to such tempations? Is it possible we are in danger right now? could the insugents have reached us alreay with a tel-
Vector looks clinically at his hand as the minor cut on his palm drips small paths over the blade of his cleaver. Such thoughts are fruitless if I am unable to pay attention to the task at hand.
He places his hand back on the handle of his blade and is given blessed focus as a result, the small throb of his hand enough to drive the baying paranoia to the edges of his mind. The worn wood handle of his blade staining darker drinking in the sustenance.
Looking toward the battle sister, then to the tech priest Vector nods "Battle Sister, even if we know the direction needed having a path to our destination would be a valuable asset. I doubt this vessel is as labyrinthine as the one of my childhood but it would be unfortunate to end up spending excess time on dead end storage decks and wrong turns.
Though as that information is obtained perhaps the rest of us can load some of the boxes onto the transportation we took here to make it more defensible in the event of an attack?"
Simmins takes one look at the device and says Nope, have no idea how to work that thing
Titus sighs and takes a quick peek at the machine, mumbling a half hearted prayer to the Omnissiah"And yee shall press the holy on switch, if that does not work yee shall appease the spirits by holding down the holy on switch in supplication."
The machine chirps as data uploads from the cogitator to the data-slate via a connection cord that links both devices together. After a few minutes of waiting, the progress bar on the screen fills completely, displaying a wide selection of files under a window that says "New Files Uploaded".
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• Level Map [<Select?>]
• Maintenance Protocols
• Runtime Applications
• Technomancer's Log
{Data loading...}
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From the map that uploads to the screen, you can estimate that it will take at least an hour via service tram to reach the section of the Enginerium that is labeled "Gellar Field Generators". It appears that there is a door that blocks access into the room itself, but if you input the directions into the driver-servitor, it should take you to the entrance of the room where the generators are located.
Mathias gets back onto the tram, and trains his autogun in the direction the tram is facing. "Let's be onward then"
Simmins glances at the screen. What's the log say? he asks as he readies his own auto-gun.
The Battle Sister nods at Vectors suggestion and assists him in putting some of the boxes on the tram, if possible.
She then waits in silence for the information to be obtained from the cogitator.
All of this tech work made Roth about as useless as a extra hole in the head. He tries to find a good defensible position and sits down after it will take an hour to get to their destination. So...We were the closest to the generator? Doesn't sound right to me
All of this tech work made Roth about as useless as a extra hole in the head. He tries to find a good defensible position and sits down after it will take an hour to get to their destination. So...We were the closest to the generator? Doesn't sound right to me
Cimbria glances at Roth and offers a non-chalant shrug.
Simmins prods the Technomancer's log button as he waits for either Ricktor or Titus to program the tram to head to the Gellars.
"We are either the instruments of the emperor to stop this event, or it is a complex test inflicted on us by Inquisitor Sharben. Regardless of which one it is we must accomplish it Sanctionate Roth." Vector states flatly as he slowly moves another crate onto the Tram. The double eagle imprinted on the box covered over by a line of blood from Vectors slowly oozing cut. He looks at the image for a few moments before taking a sleeve of his garment and removing the stain.
"Do we seek the great door of the Gellar generator or the safety of the ship Magos first?" the psyker asks unsure of the right answer.
I think listenin' to you is test enough. I'm sure the emperor has heard an avalanche of prayers to strike you dumb.
Vector looks to the other psyker, confusion on his face. He then thinks for a moment and returns to his task. "And yet, Sanctionate Roth, I still serve the emperor. It is good to know he values me enough to ignore such petitions." the psyker states as he lifts another box, stopping short of continuing. "Perhaps it is telling of how much worth he considers those who make such prayers."
Vector turns to the rest of the group "Does anyone have thoughts on our next course of action?
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• Level Map
• Maintenance Protocols
• Runtime Applications
• Technomancer's Log [<Select?>]
{Data Loading...}
(The log itself chronicles the inner thoughts and reflections of Technomancer Herbert, the tech-priest assigned on this particular section of the floor. Nothing really seams to stick out in particular, just random entries of maintenance cycles and the occasional technological hiccup that was dealt with. However, there are a few entries that stick out.)
Entry 1710-13
A cooling ventilator was found to be malfunctioning on one of the cogitators that was installed above the last space station the ship resupplied from. Close inspection revealed the cause of the malfunction to be a single red thread no bigger than what I use to repair my robes. It had jammed a rotator fan. I submitted a report according to the usual protocols and began to address the problem of untangling the fiber, but no sooner than had I finished assembling my tools and consecrating the machine spirits did I see Inquisitor Sharben himself descend from the elevator, accompanied by a retinue of his stormtroopers and the Magos Biologis stationed aboard the ship. I was brusquely told that I was to be reassigned for the next standard two weeks on another area of the ship before I would return to my station. "Urgent business of the utmost secrecy", I was told. Strange, but who am I to question my superiors?
Considering what you guys say these Gellars do. I say we get there and defend it or die trying Simmins shudders There's things that no human should face and I don't fancy them boiling out of the Warp to come at us. Emperor preserve us we don't even know where this Magos is.
I'm no expert, but from the log, we should get the Magus first. Somethin' is out of whack with this whole thing. Don't they where locator thingies to track 'em
And if what the heretics breach the Gellar doors while we're hunting this Magos?
Why don't the Brother bless a coin, flip it, and let the emperor decide
"Or we could split forces. Heavily armed soldiers take our technographer and holy brother and head towards the Geller fields. The magistrate and I will find the magos and redevue with you at the fields. We split those bonded psykers between ourselves and in case of fall back we regroup here. Keep in contact and be ever watchful." Titus nods vector to join him.
"I would recommend against splitting our forces," Riktor added. "We may have need of all our assets at either location. Better to ensure the best chance of success at each and move to the next than risk failure at both. As for my choice...I recommend the Gellar Fields. If they fail the Magos, Blessed Be They in the Omnissiah's Gaze, won't matter."
Mathias smirks at Roth's words. "I doubt a coin would be the vessel for the God-Emperor's intervention. Indeed, He has gifted us with wisdom and knowledge, and trusts us to use it. If the Magos was reassigned by our liege the blessed Inquisitor Sharben, then he is in good hands. And if the Gellar Fields fail, we are all damned to the worst fate imaginable. We make for the Gellar Fields."
"Indeed." the Battle Sister says coldly, gazing at Roth "Such words stink of heresy, but there are greater threats to expunge!"
"We are all doomed if the Gellar fields fail, whatever petty heresies lie in your hearts will be magnified unto infinity if we fail." she states flatly, her Chaplet Ecclesiasticus clutched in one hand, her bolter in the other.
collecting himself vector looks toward the group "If i am to believe this passage up to date, the magos would be in this very quadrant of the ship, possibly still near this "thread" he was investigating Technographer Mander?" he looks at the map of the area wondering
"The log of the Technomancer is useful but if the Magos biologis is on the floor still it could be a great boon to have his assistance.
Magos often have over rides for security and defense features on the ships they oversee and could easily make our work defending the generator much more likely to end in success.
We have no idea the number of foes we will be facing or what sort of reinforcements they possess.
If they kill us all and find the Magos we will have died for nothing, but if the Magos escapes and empowers active defenses on the generator even if we are unable to stop them ourselves they are unlikely to breech the door without the gene key they need." The psyker nods before finishing his thought. "I agree with Vox adept Scripro that a split of forces could be useful at this juncture as both ensuring the gellars door is still whole and discovering the Magos's fate to be of great importance." He finishes with the last of the boxes and ensures his weapon is loaded one last time. " However, Novitiate Gabriel, Battle Sister, Guardsmen Olways, if you believe it more prudent I will defer to your wisdom of experience on this matter. We can leave the Magos to its fate and hope our forces enough to rebuff the heretics."
I'm not sure why my faith in the ability of the emperor to speak his will through a coin flip is heresy, But I'm sure you know our god's mind better than me.
We all get to the Gellars first the guardsman suggests gruffly. If they're not under attack then some can split off to look for the Magos
Once you decide upon your destination, you input the command into the servitor driver and set yourselves off towards the room where the Gellar Field generators are stored. A few minutes of tense travel go by as the service tram navigates the metal tunnels of the floor.
Make an Awareness Test.
Fail
fail
Awareness (12)
Going to focus my massive brain-power on looking around (hope I don't bust a vein or pop my eye out!)
3 degrees of success
I've got a bad feeling about this....
Everyone: You see/hear/feel/touch/taste nothing out of the ordinary.
(Rough Voice) "Where the hell is the exit? You read the map wrong, you idiot."
(Rougher Voice) "Be quiet! At least I didn't get us lost for a complete hour."
(Rough and Exasperated Voice) "Both of you shut up and give me a hand here. The escape pods should be though this door, unless you fraked up navigating through this s!~~ hole. I'm not gonna let my chances for freedom get ruined because of the ramblings of two incompetent-"
(Nervous Tic Voice) "Guys, the others were supposed to be back by now...and without the reprogramed servitors, we can't get off the ship-"
(Rough and Exasperated Voice) "Quit complaining before I gag you with a bullet. I don't know if they're coming back, but they knew the risks when running through a damn Inquisition ship. We can still get to freedom if we make it to the hangar bay without the rogue cogboy. The arrogant b*tch promised us, and I'll take my chances as small as they are if they can guarantee me a way out of this hell hole..."
You hear a chorus of reluctant agreements before their voices fade away and the sound of quiet hammering replaces the noise.
I'll cup my right hand behind my ear and hold up my left hand open palm when I start hearing this...
Ladies and gentlemen, sh!t just got interesting...we have four subjects, male it would seem, with reference to a female fifth, and they are looking for the salvation pods, which seem to be in the hangar bay. These four subjects are waiting for the arrival of an undetermined amount of confederates and some "reprogrammed servitors"...knowing wink at Riktor... two subjects are male with a rough voice, one is nervous with a speech impediment and the last is impatient. They are far away but moving toward the hangar bay. I say we go to the bay and "talk" to them. Aggressively if needed...we gotta keep one alive as long as we can...
"Well done, Cimbria. I hadn't noticed anything over the sound of this tram. Let's make ready , then!" Sister Renata says, checking her weapon's readiness.
Are ya sayin' to ambush them in the hanger bay. I bet we can find somethin' to go boom there. Maybe, we get the drop on 'em and end it before it begins
Hide and make the tram look empty as it passes them.
Deserters? Simmins asks with a grim face Yeah let's pay them a visit.