Garm lashes out with the agoniser, to stun, not kill.
Lax will also attempt to stun the man by clubbing him with his gun.
Ws=32+30(surprise)+10(ganging up)-20(stun)=52
Illorn will simply try to grab him before he runs
"Mayhaps a broken back will teach faster than a wagging tongue!" Illorn growls, grabbing and lifting the man in a bear hug, hands clasped together around the small of the mans back and squeezing painfully
The man is bludgeoned and grappled, easily overwhelmed by your efforts.
P0D will try to see who the man is, if there is any name badge or if he recognises him.
P0D does not recognise the man and there is no name badge.
What do ye want to do, kill him question him, beat him up some?
"Wups, sorry about that. We didn't recognise you in the dark. Now how about you tell us why you were followings us"
Charm at 45
Garm will glower at the man, saying nothing.
"Oh no that's alright I was just making sure ye left alright and wasn't attacked by those bandits." The man speaks his nose a pouring blood.
Illorn tightens his grip slowly on the mans back while snarling "I warned thee about lying to us!"
"I was just meant to follow you for an hour or two. I wasn't going to hurt you please don't kill me..." Illorn can feel a warm wet sensation begin to spread as he makes the man he is grappling soil himself in fear.
Illorn will shift his hold so he is gripping the man about the neck, and slams him against the bulk wall, feet dangling in the air. "For what purpose vargrit?!" Illorn demands. "Mine patience is rawer than a whore wick!"
Garm glowers harder, flicking his lash idly against a wall, raising sparks.
"Illorn, Garm we don't have time for this. If he wants to follow us let him. He can do it from the front, with his hands tied" Lax says.
"Sal just said to follow you for a bit and come back. I was just doing as I was told."
"Who is Sal? Answer quickly before we execute you right now for mutiny." P0D is playing good enforcer, or as 'good' as you can get in the 40k universe.
Garm replies to Lax without turning to face him, still locking eyes on the crewman.
"You are correct Lax. We do not have time for this. So he will answer or we kill him right now."
Lax will try to detect if the guy is lying.
Scrutiny at 44
"Sal's just one of the guys assigned to the area, older crewman, people look up to him. I'm just doing as I was told please don't kill me!"
"I say we bring him with us. I don't trust this Sal.
"Better."
Garm will attempt to determine what truth lurks in the man's words.
"And doth Sal say whence for what reason he had thee follow thine commanders and spy 'pon them? And what dost thou think giveth thee the right to do such? Dost thou think this Sal is thine leader now, and not thine command crew?"Illorn demands, his voice quieter but no less threatening.
The man's eyes dart around "He didn't no. I uh... am... no I mean... I just, please don't kill me."
Lax will walk up to Illorn and put his hand on his shoulder.
"Illorn he is simply a misguided sould lost in the dark, who was but following the chain of command. If censure is needed let it fall on those who sent him after us"
Lax will turn to the man
"We are on a quest to retrieve parts that will end these dark days. Reswear your oaths and joins us in driving back this darkness"
Garm continues to stare at the man, as if burrowing into his soul.
The man nods enthusiastically towards Lax "Yes, I swear! I renew all my oaths."
"Cowardice brings its own twisted form of loyalty but it the least trustworthy and useful. Any other time I wouldn't entertain this mans survival, I would have put him against a strong bulkhead and sent him on his way with a shot to the head but we need directions so for now if he can guide us he lives. If he fails he dies"
Garm grunts and finally looks in directions other than straight at the man.
"Fine. If he leads us wrong, he dies screaming."
The man looks like he's about to say something but holds his tongue looking deeply anxious but doesn't raise any objection no matter how miserable he seems.
"Speak, boy." Illorn rumbles, dropping him to the floor. "I couldst use'eth a chuckle."
Illorn does indeed look like he could use a chuckle.
The man looks conflicted and very afraid but more afraid of Illorn than anyone else so speaks "Well since the ship got all chewed up and twisted I haven't been this way and you're going to kill me if I can't lead ye the right way..." He starts crying, no blubbering "Please don't kill me, I barely ever went this way before." There's mucous rolling down his upper lip as it quivers.
Garm looks thoroughly disgusted at this display of weakness.
"He is barely worth even killing. It is a worse punishment to let him live."
Illorn snorts and rolls his eyes, not quite repressing an actual chuckle. He then reaches down and, clasping a hand to each of the boys arms, picks him up bodily from the floor, turns him around and gives him a gentle boot to the backside to get him to the front of the group "Lie to us naught, guide us as best ye can, and thou shalt hath naught to fear." he says "Tell us when we doth encounter a diversion to yon normal route."
"Don't worry. All we have to do is go get a crate and when we get back everyone will know you as the man who saved the ship" Lax says to the man, patting him on the back.
"By the way what's your name?"
"Bob sir." He doesn't take you the route ye'd expect immediately and identifies that to ye speaking of a corridor collapsing. It becomes very apparent after about an hour he's run out of up to date information.
Garm sharply says:
"I say we leave him behind."
And continues moving forward.
Garm does not bother to elaborate on whether he means alive or dead.
"No, he keeps going and earns his chance at redemption. The second he acted in his own interest and not the ships he failed in his duties and forswore his oath. He can stay in front and keep his eyes peeled or accept his fate. One choice could lead to life and a new purpose, the other is much more final and guaranteed." P0D prods Bob forward with the end of his laspistol. "Choose, crewman."
"You-uh-going with you and duty. Yes." He nods with feigned enthusiasm.
As you progress forward the next day with your lacky in tow he doesn't slow ye down but he's not speeding ye up. If it wasn't for Garms less hasty pace he surely would be slowing ye down. The gantry ye have to cross is suspended over an area that is flooded with a liquid. The substance is only a mere foot beneath the gantry bridge.
Your Bob begins walking across with his eyes darting to the shadows, from the water a huge mottled green skinned arm grabs Bob and drags him beneath the surface though the liquid darkens going a red where the arm pulled him down. The arm was as thick as Illorn's chest, as long as two crewmen in length. The fingers, of which there were three and a thumb were as big as a grown mas arm.
The liquid substance is too murky to spot it but no doubt it would move to get another meal if you went across, do ye wish to fight this thing or find another route?
Garm snorts in amusement as Bob is dragged to his doom.
He then smoothly draws his golden bolt pistol and carefully aims at where he thinks the beast is.
P0D will take out his auspex and check to see where the creature has gone.
"Can't get a reading on where it is"
"I don't like the idea of fighting that thing but we can't delay any longer. Illorn what's your opinion on suplex's?"
Lax will try to locate the creature
Illorn, hammer and shield seemingly sprung into his hands, barks out a laugh and says "If yon troll wouldst step out from its watery shitter I wouldst gladly subdue it!" He looks back to his compatriots and says "Ready thine weapons to fire whence it attempts to attack me." Illorn will wait until all have readied their weapons and give the go ahead. Once they have all signaled, or unless someone suggests something better, he will move across with a guarded action, ready to strike anything that appears.
P0D pulls out his ripper pistol and checks the load and the safety and moves to Illorns right, flanking his approach with a 3m distance.
Lax can see where some of the water is being disturbed giving him a general idea of where it is but targeting it will be a little more challenging and the water will add to the creatures defenses.
Lax will pull out his needle rifle and take a full action aim on the creature.
"Ready when you are Illorn"
Garm continues tracking the beasts' movements with his bolt pistol.
"Aye."
The beast's arm springs from the water attempting to grab Illorn but fumbles about the railing and Illorn can avoid it.
It's arm and head are out of the water. It has a humanoid face but it's features are bulbous and it's skin a mottled green.
Lax
P0D
Illorn
The Beast
Lax will shoot it
Bs=44+30(full action aim)+10(Hulking)+10(range)+10(standard attack)-20(melee)=84
faith pointing that
Needle Rifle- 1d10 Rending pen 0 clip 6 range 180m rld 2 full Accurate Felling(1) Toxic(5)
Garm aims for its head and fires.
P0D moves closer for a better shot, keeping out of the swing arc of Illorn on his right.
Move to 3m. Free shot coz I'm cool and stuff.
BS40, +30 Point blank, +10 standard attack, -20 melee, +10 weapon master.
Pen 7 Toxic 1
Pen 7 Toxic 1
Subbing in 8 Dos for damage roll