Stare Deeply into the Abyss (a 40k Campaign) (Inactive)

Game Master Oblivion's Scion

The agents of Inquisitor Smythe seek the horrors hidden within the corrupt soul of the Imperium.

Map of the Calixis Sector

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++Command Communique++
++Data Access Authorized++


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Moving quickly toward your predetermined destination within The Maiden’s Quest, your boot falling upon the cold steel floor with each passing step, your thoughts searched for the memories that brought you to this moment. The ship’s serf had presented you with the summons several minutes ago, triggering your actual course, but your mind stretches further back, to the moment that brought you into contact with Inquisitor Brannor Smythe. Even now Smythe remained a distant, enigmatic man, yet the circumstances of your life had led were inexorably to enter into his service. And served you had, in a variety of roles supporting his Inquisitorial investigations, but always as a resource seconded to one of his trusted agents. Now, you’d been summoned to his stratagem chambers, where the Inquisitor conducted the details of his investigations.

Entering the antechamber of the wing, one logistician and a pair servitors move about at a bank of cogitators, while two men stand before you at a large holo-table. You recognize them both immediately, and though the pair are distinctly different from one another, they have one thing in common – both are senior agents of Inquisitor Smythe. Smythe himself is curiously absent.

Standing an imposing two meters tall, Interrogator Calin Zoll strikes the figure of a military commander, steely gazed and determined, adorned in a dark, uniform-style longcoat with a worn bolt pistol on his hip. His coat is crisp, boots are polished, and face is perfectly shaved, though his former crew cut has grown out into a more casual style, the lone sign that any military standards have been relaxed in his current role. Zoll stands coolly with his arms folded across his chest, taking measure of each of you as you enter.

To the interrogator’s left stands his counterpart, Agent Curator Mettias Murhzer, who handles logistics and acquisitions for the Inquisitor’s investigations. A one-time Administratum clerk who was unexpectedly drawn into the Inquisitor’s retinue decades ago, Murhzer is a long winded, diminutive man known for his animated expressions, flowing brown hair, and a signature many-pocketed vest that he wears over a myriad of garb. Several data-slates in hand, he smiles at each of you, nodding approvingly as you arrive.


WS 32 BS 35 S 32 T 33 Ag 37 Int 34 Per 37 Wp 51 Fel 31 | Damage 0 | Wounds 10 | Fate Points 2/3 | Init +5 | Armour 3 All| Talon III (24/30). Movement 3/6/12/18

Julien Lambert walks in with measured, even steps. He stands a little over six feet tall, draped in heavy robes, the man is fair of skin, grey of eye, and black of hair, with missing eyebrows replaced with drawn-on ones. His lips and fingers bear the signs of an often-indulged lho habit. He has a appraising, slightly detached gaze as if he is looking just behind whatever it is his eyes are focused upon.

He nods just so towards both the Interrogator and the Agent Curator, a lho stick already in his fingers though not yet lit.

"Calin. Mettias. What have you for us today?", he asks just a tad casually.


WS: 46; BS: 36; S: 41; T: 41: AG: 29; Int: 39; Per: 39; WP: 33; Fel: 41 Wounds: 13 (13) Fate: 1 (1)

Caius filed into the room shortly thereafter. A dark-haired man, he wore his Arbites uniform with pistol hostered at his side, although he carried a duffelbag over one shoulder that had an shield attached to it. his uniform hat was tucked under one arm as he entered, he quickly found a place out of the way to set down his stuff.

Although his uniform clearly marked him as an arbitrator, he was a foot shorter than most of the men who held the job; they oftentimes relied on their height and mass to intimidate criminals into both surrender and confession.

While Caius lacked the height of other such men, he clearly spent a great deal of time exercising, as his arms were the size of tree trunks and he was incredibly stout. No sane person would ever want to be struck by one of meaty hands that sat at the end of his arms.

While it was clear that Caius was in excellent physical shape, he had the air of someone one could trust.

"Acolyte Caius Grimn II reporting as ordered." he said as he offered a salute to both of the senior inquisitors.


WS 43*, BS 38*, S 52*, T 50, Agi 30*, Int 31, Per 26, WP 40, Fel 22. Wounds 11/11, FP 4/4. Armour 4+1

The hulking oversized form of Nalthos moved silently into the room with a somewhat unsteady gait.

Wrapped up from head to toe the figure was wearing armour but had no weapons on his person bar arguably the explosive collar around his neck. A sharp practiced salute "Naltos Sholl reporting for duty."


Male Mechanicum Sage WS 41, BS 49, S 30, T40, Ag 32, Int 50, Per 35, WP 34, Fel 30, Wounds 13

Ptah strides down the corridors of the ship from the engine rooms. Coming across a darkened corridor he mutter the Psalm of Illumination, "Luminary sprite, blessed emissary of the Motive Force. Provide your radiance that I might complete my task. Let there be light!" He flips the light switch.

Continuing down the corridor he gets closer to the antechamber and the team is able to hear his arrival. The tapping of a metal staff against the ground gives a rhythm to a droning hymn in the Cant Mechanicus.

He arrives into the room, all five feet and three inches of him, skin dyed red and tattooed head to toe in small binaric script. He lets out a burst of binaric chatter and the servitor who had been toting around his cogitator shuffles off.

"The path of knowledge has brought me here, it seems. Your summons accomplished that goal more directly. Acolyte designated as Ptah 7-Kappa, primed for duty."


Male Human Adept WS 41, BS 37, S 23, T 40, Ag 28, Int 23, Per 33, WP 40, Fel 33, Wounds 10/10, FP 4/4

Waiting til almost last was a natural thing for Havelock, since it allowed him more time to watch and make mental notes.
Even now his eyes were roaming the area, taking in every minute detail and storing it away for later.

At the same time, his general demeanor was deceptively bland and seemingly disinterested, masking how furiously his mind was working.

Rather than speak, he simply clasped his hands together and bowed deeply. and while doing so he allowed the movement to mask how he was smelling the air and even tasting it, trying to discern absolutely everything his senses would allow him to.


WS 31, BS 47, S 32, T 30, Ag 42, Int 32, Per 38, WP 33, Fel 46, Wounds 12/12, FP 2/3

The monotone clicking of boots entering from the hallway heralds the entrance of Yelisaveta. Dressed in a tame red bodysuit, the heft of a autopistol visible in the blazer, the woman seems every part the epitome of the modern noblewoman, up to the voluminous hair. Think hive-inspired roaring 80s.

Her eyes glancing over the psyker, she offers the gaunt man a gold-plated lighter without a word, before lighting up a lho-stick for herself. Isn't he familiar today., she exhales with a smirk. Pursing her lips and giving Interrogator Zoll and Adept Murzher a deep nod, she exhales a tray of smoke. Sometimes, silence speaks louder than words., a distinct saying crawls in her head. Myself and the stuntie, I understand. Zoll could want the meatheads, clearly. But the psyk? And all of us together? The trained face of Yelisaveta betrays little of her observations.

Looks like the music's picking up...


Confessor Cleric WS 40, BS 41, S 35, T 41, Ag 36, Int 32, Per 34, WP 41, Fel 44, Wounds 14/14, FP 2/2

With a purposeful stride Baltahar Lagerfeuer enters the room. His robes are clean and crisp, hair trim and manicured to perfection. The sacred iron aquila, polished to a silver shine, hangs proudly from his neckline. He is the cutting picture of Schola Progenium perfection. Those who know him well however understand it is only a mask. Intricate coatings of obsessive mannerisms layered together to keep the inherent rage of zealotry maintained.

Balthasar scans the room, taking note of his companions in this summons. He face contorts with vulgar distaste as he eyes the mutant before his years of Schola training allow him to recover his composure. As distasteful as the mutants inclusion may be, Balthasar knows not to question the motives of his Inquisitorial Master, At least for now.

Balthasar Lagerfeuer reporting as summoned. May the God-Emperor’s will be done.


A powerfully build woman enters, garbed in down-beat hiver jacket and pants. Her gait seems casual , but to the trained eye, is completely poised for explosive action. Those perceptive enough notice the body glove peeking out at her neck, and the lumps of weapons evident beneath the voluminous jacket.

The woman's piercing green eyes scan continuously, even in the security of an Inquisitorial vessel. She notes the mutant, the arbiter, the cleric, the noble, the tech-magos...and what must be...a psyker.

Her mouth twitches into a semblance of a smile as she see the Inquisitorial Agents waiting for the assembled Acolytes, as she leans on the table, saying with her heavy accent, "I'm here, yeh"


WS 32 BS 35 S 32 T 33 Ag 37 Int 34 Per 37 Wp 51 Fel 31 | Damage 0 | Wounds 10 | Fate Points 2/3 | Init +5 | Armour 3 All| Talon III (24/30). Movement 3/6/12/18

Julien puts the lit lho stick to his lips and draws, giving Yelisaveta a conspiratorial wink as he does so.

He glances about him, noticing that a full eight acolytes are present.

The mutant, the witch, and the zealot are an *interesting* choice, to not even add the others to the mix. Just what *is* going on?


Male Human Adept WS 41, BS 37, S 23, T 40, Ag 28, Int 23, Per 33, WP 40, Fel 33, Wounds 10/10, FP 4/4

The scent of lho stick being smoked reached Havelock nostrils, and for a moment they flared as he inhaled the scent.

Two distinct kinds...Casimin seed, finely ground, mixed at a 3,1,3,2 ratio...that'd make it Capabara brand, commonly smoked by the upper crust.
Also, hmmm...Krestel root, triple blend, after taste of borenite chemicals...rough ground, mixed 3,4,1...
Marcel's finest brand, said to have a calming effect on the mind.


WS 31, BS 47, S 32, T 30, Ag 42, Int 32, Per 38, WP 33, Fel 46, Wounds 12/12, FP 2/3

Vice is vice., Yelisaveta returns the wink to Julien. What a chimney. But if I'd seen what he'd seen, I'd be on much stronger stuff. Tapping the ash onto the ground, she sends a half-smile towards Balthazar's trimmed visage and Zimm's loaded frame, exhaling the smoke towards the two. And the killer and the zealot. Now I'm officially confused.

"Interrogator. Agent Muhrzer", she asks, no traces of effort detectable in her hard Volg accent. "Have to say, been waiting to get included in this room. Would Master Smythe be joining us, too?" Her gaze turning from the massive military man onto the more familiar face of the Adept, she raises a plucked eyebrow.


Confessor Cleric WS 40, BS 41, S 35, T 41, Ag 36, Int 32, Per 34, WP 41, Fel 44, Wounds 14/14, FP 2/2

Vices. Scum. Witches… Mutants. The whole lot of you need purification.

Balthasar’s discontent grows with the blatant nonchalance of the assembled sinners. A subconscious hand gentle fingers the iron aquila as visions of flames momentarily cloud his vision.

Suffer your vices on your own time. We are called here for a higher purpose. Our Lord offers you a chance for repentance, I pray that you are worthy of it.

Waving away Yelisaveta's smoke, Balthasar approaches the holo table. Greetings Interrogator Zoll, Curator Murhzer. How may I be of service?


Zimm inhales the smoke blow at her by the impertinent noble, savoring the acrid burn, returning the woman's half-smile, before turning her attention back to the table.

She ignores the Priest's rhetoric, knowing her own service to the Emperor is unsullied, her focus on the Inquisitor's men and their response to the Priest's inquiry.


Male Mechanicum Sage WS 41, BS 49, S 30, T40, Ag 32, Int 50, Per 35, WP 34, Fel 30, Wounds 13

Ptah nods to Balthasar, "It seems we share a path of devotion. You tread yours clad in flesh, mine in metal. Your faith is that of the Emperor upon the Throne, and mine is that of the Machine God, the Motive Force, and the Omnissiah. Many parallels exist between our faiths. Variables are shared. If we are to work together, there are many matters of theology to discuss."


WS: 46; BS: 36; S: 41; T: 41: AG: 29; Int: 39; Per: 39; WP: 33; Fel: 41 Wounds: 13 (13) Fate: 1 (1)

"Remember to maintain your composure Acolytes. We represent the finest force in the Emperor's arsenal, and it is important to uphold that honor."


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As the first of your company, the warp-touched psyker, enters and offers his overly casual greeting, Interrogator Zoll's right eyebrow arches higher than many would think possible. With a brusque sigh, he turns toward his companion, "This was the one you argued in favor of?"

Murhzer, clearly somewhat amused, chuckles, offers in retort, "Oh yes, a bit rough around the edges, and certainly not the type you prefer, but he is highly adaptable to a variety of changing situations. You'll see."

Raising his voice, Zoll bites back a growl, "Highly adaptable?! Why, I knew soldiers ten times hi-" his words are cut off as the Arbitrator enters and promptly salutes. Zoll seems to find his balance in but a moment, snapping back a quick salute in response. "That is how an agent should present one's self."

The pair watch and hold their tongues as each of you arrive quickly in succession, accepting each of your unique greetings appropriate to what is offered. As the voices start to rise against one another, Interrogator Zoll stomps an not-yet-seen rod on station against the steel floor. "Ladies and gentlemen, that will be enough of the petty prattle. You have all been summoned here for a purpose - after your past trials, Inquisitor Smythe has been deemed each of you capable enough to serve directly in your duties to the holy Inquisition. To that end, this retinue here assembled and we have been tasked to have the details necessary to accomplish your first assignment. And that starts with a bit of decorum. So silence yourselves."

While the aggression behind his voice lowers, Zoll's tone is still direct and packed with authority. "Before me move forward, perhaps I need to be a bit more clear - I am Interrogator Calin Zoll. I have served the Inquisitor for more than four decades. Before that, I bore the rank of commissar among the Astra Militarum, attached to the Piety 97th Marauders. I trust most of you understand what that means - for those that don't, if you cross the Inquisitor, betray the most holy God-Emperor, or simply fail in your duties, my task will be to settle accounts with you, at the end of my bolt pistol. Understood?"


Male Human Adept WS 41, BS 37, S 23, T 40, Ag 28, Int 23, Per 33, WP 40, Fel 33, Wounds 10/10, FP 4/4

Havelock continued to hoover in the background, drawing little attention to himself, and continuing his vigilance.
The aggressive tone Zoll used did not face him much, he had been more clearly threatened before, and with a bolt pistol much closer to his face, besides, he had not spoken a word so far, and did not expect to be singled out as an example should one be required.

He was also not particularly curious about the cause of the assembly, nor the various people in it.
His role was to observe and to think, something he did very well.
Soon enough, the information would reveal itself, or he would ferret it out, like he always did.


WS 32 BS 35 S 32 T 33 Ag 37 Int 34 Per 37 Wp 51 Fel 31 | Damage 0 | Wounds 10 | Fate Points 2/3 | Init +5 | Armour 3 All| Talon III (24/30). Movement 3/6/12/18

Julien's attention is clearly towards Zoll. His eyes do not move, even as he exhales gently, savouring the lho. Removing the already noticeably shorter stick from his lips, Julien replies:

"Understood, Interrogator Calin. How may we be of service to the Inquisitor and God-Emperor this day?"


Confessor Cleric WS 40, BS 41, S 35, T 41, Ag 36, Int 32, Per 34, WP 41, Fel 44, Wounds 14/14, FP 2/2

Balthasar's Schola training kicks in with a firm "Sir, Yes sir" without a moments thought.

A smile finally broadens his face. The reprimand for silence clearly not intended for him (or so he believes). Now there is a fine commander and a man worthy of the God-Emperor's grace.

With a simple nod toward the formerly human robot, Balthasar crosses over to stand beside Caius. Clearly the only other member of worth in this assembled collection of rabble.


Zimm stared at the former Commissar , indulging in a brief fantasy of seeing her punch dagger lodged firmly into his forehead, but discarded it with irritation...despite his bluster, he was an Agent of the Inquisitor. She'd kill him if the Emperor demanded, not on a whim.

Another tendril of iho smoke reached her nose, and it was then that Zimm realised why it appealed to her so...it reminded her of the marsh mist back on Dusk, near her home. A small pang of homesickness welled up in her chest, but she brutally pushed it down...that life was gone,now there was only the Emperor's Will.


Male Mechanicum Sage WS 41, BS 49, S 30, T40, Ag 32, Int 50, Per 35, WP 34, Fel 30, Wounds 13

”Direct obsolescence as a punishment for failure. A wasteful practice. If I lapse in my duties, I would request conversion into a servitor that I may continue to be of use.”

Ptah pauses, his breathing loud through his respirator unit, ”What then, is the task you would set out for us?”


Male Human Adept WS 41, BS 37, S 23, T 40, Ag 28, Int 23, Per 33, WP 40, Fel 33, Wounds 10/10, FP 4/4

Factions forming already it would seem. I prefer to do my job and stay out of such things.
Should it become necessary, I suppose aligning myself with the tech priest or the quiet woman will be for the best.

While patiently waiting for more information, Havelock "amused" himself with noticing and trying to identify the various patterns found in the clothing of his fellow acolytes.


Zimm feels eyes on her, and turns to meet the gaze of the quiet man in back.

Her eyes narrow a bit as she evaluates what she sees...more to him than meets the eye, she thinks, then turns back to the Commissar, glancing sideways at the mechos, Yeh, what's in store for us lot?" she asks, her accent horrible, her Gothic barely passable, identifying her heritage as lower even that that of a Hiver, despite her fashion choices.


Male Human Adept WS 41, BS 37, S 23, T 40, Ag 28, Int 23, Per 33, WP 40, Fel 33, Wounds 10/10, FP 4/4

As Zimm Nata turns back after having looked at him, Havelock nods to himself.
Good situational awareness.

None of the others had paid him any heed, which was just like he preferred it, though it did not speak too well of their sense of perception.
Unless of course they had already dismissed him as a threat (a mistake) or were confident enough that they could win any possible confrontation (less of a mistake).


WS 31, BS 47, S 32, T 30, Ag 42, Int 32, Per 38, WP 33, Fel 46, Wounds 12/12, FP 2/3

A former commissar. That would explain the... everything, except how he came to be an Interrogator. Devout, passionate, and judging by the Adept's musings, not here for his unconventional thinking., Yelisaveta ponders, exhaling another cloud of smoke. The confessioner's reaction draws a condescending smile despite herself, as she mutters under her breath, "And here I thought, lust is a sin. Do as I preach, not as I do.", before clearing her throat.

"Thank you and Inquisitor Smythe for the trust. We won't be disappointing neither you, nor him.", the rough accent rolls out from Yelisaveta's mouth. "And I'm looking forward to working with you.", she adds. Zeal, devotion and brutality are all tools that must be mastered., a saying from long ago emerges in her head.


WS: 46; BS: 36; S: 41; T: 41: AG: 29; Int: 39; Per: 39; WP: 33; Fel: 41 Wounds: 13 (13) Fate: 1 (1)

"I would die before I allowed cowardice to take my heart." Caius said.


WS 43*, BS 38*, S 52*, T 50, Agi 30*, Int 31, Per 26, WP 40, Fel 22. Wounds 11/11, FP 4/4. Armour 4+1

"Sir, yes, sir." Nalthos responded to the Commissar turned Interrogator.

He did not reposition to show any preference or disdain for his peers- no his fellow agents. He had been given this opportunity to serve and maybe in death gain some form of redemption in the eyes of the God Emperor. The Interrogator would decide who would hold the detonator but he was more concerned about the mission than that, waiting patiently for further details to be given, he was the least likely to be tolerated in prattling.

The bolt magnet he suspected was the only one being scrutinised more than him by the Interrogator but was far more valuable.


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After several tense moments of silence are broken by Julien's respectable acknowledgement, the tone seems to lighten as Agent Murzher chuckles lightly. "Well then, now that has been covered-" he casts a glance as Zoll -perhaps we shall be on to why we have assembled you here."

Shuffling the pile of dataslates in his hand, he places one into a slot on the holo-table, calling up the image of an astronomical body. "We have been tracking an emerging situation on the third lunar form orbiting the planet Lo. Kadenar is riddled with labyrinthine mines which export several ores planetside that play a key part of industry there. No delivery has reached Lo in three weeks, and after two broken transmission four days after the first missed delivery, there has been no further communication with the mining facility or its team."

Looking down at the holotable, Murzher swipes the image of the moon, causing it to zoom out to a much wider view, depicting it's orbital relationship to Lo, the two other lunar bodies, and a celestial debris field. "Kadenar is the furthest removed of Lo's three moons, and does not maintain a uniform orbit. In the winter months on Lo, Kadenar's route brings it into the edge of the Gorgon's Tears, an steroid belt within the system. It is not uncommon for asteroids to strike Kadenar during this time, which is why all the support structures for the mining facility are built into the surface. While it is possible that a major strike has caused some issue, a PDF recovery team dispatched also fell out of communication. While the owners of the mining consortium and several other parties debate and fret over the next step, the planetary governor has sent word to Inquisitor Smythe requesting assistance. In his wisdom, the Inquisitor has decided this would be the perfect opportunity to put several of his new, promising recruits to the test."

With his final words, Murzher looks over to Zoll, then turns toward you, an expectant smile on his face.


WS 32 BS 35 S 32 T 33 Ag 37 Int 34 Per 37 Wp 51 Fel 31 | Damage 0 | Wounds 10 | Fate Points 2/3 | Init +5 | Armour 3 All| Talon III (24/30). Movement 3/6/12/18

As Murzher speaks, Julien focuses his attention to the Agent, then onto Zoll at Murzher's comment.

He has not raised his lho stick to his lips again, instead crushing it out between gloved fingers and placing it into a pouch apparently intended for the purpose.


Male Human Adept WS 41, BS 37, S 23, T 40, Ag 28, Int 23, Per 33, WP 40, Fel 33, Wounds 10/10, FP 4/4

The scent of lho smoke momentarily overpower Havelock's senses and one of his hands subconsciously reaches for a pocket, only to pause as he blinks in confusion.

I...do not smoke? The smoke is bad for books, which contains knowledge, which I...like...?

As always, when confused, Havelock's mind begins to churn information related to anything currently relevant.

Kadendar, stationed for 157 standard imperial years, responsible for 256 megatonne of mixed ore quarterly, though production rarely rise above "aduquate".
Estimated to remain profitable for 217 further imperial standard years at current rate...


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Havelock:

As the data on Kadenar comes to your mind, it strikes you as curious that trouble at a lunar mine that produces only adequate quality ore (though of a respectable volume) would draw the attention of a planetary governor, and lead to Inquisitorial involvement.

Murhzer taps himself on the head, then shakes it a little while smiling. "Sorry, umm, given my comrade's prior strict mandates, let me open the floor for any questions you might have. Please, don't be shy."


WS 32 BS 35 S 32 T 33 Ag 37 Int 34 Per 37 Wp 51 Fel 31 | Damage 0 | Wounds 10 | Fate Points 2/3 | Init +5 | Armour 3 All| Talon III (24/30). Movement 3/6/12/18

Julien, still looking at Zoll, immediately breaks his silence.

"Do we have access to any records that suggest threats of interest to the Inquisition in the system, particularly involving the moons of Lo or these Gorgon's Tears?"


Male Human Adept WS 41, BS 37, S 23, T 40, Ag 28, Int 23, Per 33, WP 40, Fel 33, Wounds 10/10, FP 4/4

"Kadenar, production of 256 megatonne of ore quarterly, of barely adequate quality, and of no rarity.
Such a mine, while a respectable mining station is not on the surface something that warrant such attention from either a planetary governor or a senior inquisitor."

The voice that suddenly rises is one of smooth, controlled baritones. The sort of voice suitable to an imperial lecturer or a senior minster.
The sort of person trained to catch and hold the attention of an audience.
At the same time, it is somewhat stilted, deadpan and lacking in the passion commonly found in great orators.

And the one most surprised at hearing it is the originator himself.
Thankfully, with his face hidden by his cowl, none can see his surprise that he broke his silence.


Confessor Cleric WS 40, BS 41, S 35, T 41, Ag 36, Int 32, Per 34, WP 41, Fel 44, Wounds 14/14, FP 2/2

With eyes fixated to the projected image of the moon, Balthasar approaches the halo-table. "Such remote locations are hotbeds for occult worship. Especially if staffed with a penal workforce or..." with a quick wayward glance toward Naltos "other Lesser creatures"

Turning towards Agent Murzher "Is there any cause to suspect... Heresy?"

The final question is phrased with the tell tale cadence of a seasoned Preacher. After the dramatic pause, the word Heresy is spoken with all the vitriol worthy of such a taboo, and yet some of the more perceptive might also notice a hint of anticipation.


Male Mechanicum Sage WS 41, BS 49, S 30, T40, Ag 32, Int 50, Per 35, WP 34, Fel 30, Wounds 13

Ptah nods towards Havelock, "I would reiterate his question. The data presented does no correlate with the level of interest that has been displayed."


WS: 46; BS: 36; S: 41; T: 41: AG: 29; Int: 39; Per: 39; WP: 33; Fel: 41 Wounds: 13 (13) Fate: 1 (1)

"What do we know of the asteroid field? Also, does this area have a history of either Xenos or the damned?"


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Interrogator Zoll now smirks and shakes his head. Then, reaching into his pocket, pulls something small out and places it into Murzher's waiting palm. Slipping it into his own pocket without so much as a glance at it, Murzher looks across you all, a large grin on his face.

"Thank you for proving the reason you are each gathered here. Now yes, a minor supply matter would normally not warrant such attention. That is, if all the information provided thus far is accurate. But, Mr. Iacton, while the standard Administratum records only list Kadenar as a mining facility for low-quality iron, it is the secondary product found amidst the iron deposits..." Murzher's words trail off before he pulls up several data files on the holo-table.

Looking back toward your assembled group, "Lo is known for the impressive power weapons produced by the Loi Metalworks. Of lesser note are the vast quantity of energy weapons produced to serve the Astra Militarum in the sector. What should be considered is the relationship between these two categories of arms - a power source. The mine on Kadenar pulls a considerable volume of tantalite from the large ore hauls, something which is left out of unclassified Administratum files. The tantalite is key to the production of capacitors utilized in the production of the planets' major exports. That alone makes the mine a valuable asset to the good of the Imperium, and a target for those who would oppose it."

Turning to Balthasar. "The labor force employed by the Tadrian-Rex Consortium is primarily contract staff from their facilities planetside on Lo, stationed on Kadenar for thirty-six month cycles. As such, the population are hivers, with a low incidence of significant mutation, but I understand your concern there. The current rotation is twenty-eight months in."

Looking across to Julien and Grimn, "The Gorgon's Tears are an asteroid belt with similar composition to Kadenar. It is likely that Kadenar was at one point a planetoid in the belt before being pulled into Lo's orbit. There are several smaller mining facilities scattered throughout the belt, and it is a known haven for junkers and scavengers, who I would suspect are not above piracy, but their is no known xenos presence in the area. And no, there have been no sighting of the Traitor Astartes, if that is who you are referring to as the damned."

Murzher pauses for a moment and takes a sip from a metallic mug which had been sitting out of sight below the top of the holo-table. "As for heresy, there were troubles on Lo some four decades ago. Interrogator Zoll could likely speak to the specifics better than I. Suffice to say that Inquisitor Smythe was instrumental in tracking down its leadership, and with the aid of a marshal of the Loian Defense Force, was able to put down their attempted uprising. A few noble houses were erased from the ledger during the time, while other new ones rose, including House Tadrian. And, it should be noted that promising marshal is now in fact the planetary governor. Hence him having a short reach to Smythe's ear."

With another smile, he concludes, "So, what other questions do you have?"


WS 32 BS 35 S 32 T 33 Ag 37 Int 34 Per 37 Wp 51 Fel 31 | Damage 0 | Wounds 10 | Fate Points 2/3 | Init +5 | Armour 3 All| Talon III (24/30). Movement 3/6/12/18

Julien nods slightly.

"I see. Perhaps one of those noble houses had some hidden scion who sought vengeance and looked for an opportunity for spite. They would know about the tantalite, for a start."


Male Human Adept WS 41, BS 37, S 23, T 40, Ag 28, Int 23, Per 33, WP 40, Fel 33, Wounds 10/10, FP 4/4

Havelock frowns a little, his eyes following the passing of an object from one person to another.
The smirk and broad grin provides the final clues.
A bet, interesting. What the bed entailed is impossible to know, but most likely relates to the confidence in our abilities.

The information of Tantalite interested Havelock a lot, as it was a common byproduct of a specific type of ore, one much higher quality than what was written in official reports.
They needed to not only exclude the Tantalie itself, but also the ore, since it was mainly destroyed in the extraction.
As such, questions would be raised if a large quantity of that ore was listed as mined but none shipped.

Once again Havelock's distinctive voice rises, as another question bubbles to the front of his mind.
"The labor force is on a rotation, what about the overseers? If corruption is suspected, there would have to be some contacts stationed on a more permanent basis, to facilitate the rotation in of more collaborators."


WS 31, BS 47, S 32, T 30, Ag 42, Int 32, Per 38, WP 33, Fel 46, Wounds 12/12, FP 2/3

Yelisaveta listens to the briefing with keen interest, a small smile curling on her lips as the reason for the visit is revealed. And here I thought, they'd sent us for no reason at all. Extinguishing her lho-stick, the woman crosses her arms. Her eyebrow raises at the quiet man in the corner. I see. A walking dataslate and an auspex in one. Someone has to make the zealot palatable, I suppose.

"So, to summarise.", her voice adds a moment later. "A colony with confirmed heretics, exhausted miners with eight months to go - just far away to be desperate enough to not hold out. Secret resources, and newstart nobles and governors." She smiles. "That said, the local government is, if not above scrutiny, at least above immediate one."

As the psyker makes his suggestion, Yelisaveta hums approvingly, before turning back at Muhrzer. "Wise to start there, yes. But perhaps the young noble houses, too, have decided that they want a new... arrangement." Pocketing her lighter, she shrugs. "It's idle speculation what happened at this point. How are we getting there? It would be wise to be ready to be a little less...", she throws a cold glance at the tech-priest and the confessor. "Conspicuous."


Male Mechanicum Sage WS 41, BS 49, S 30, T40, Ag 32, Int 50, Per 35, WP 34, Fel 30, Wounds 13

"Like entering a munitions full of volatiles with an unstable volkite thrower. That was a metaphor. Some of my brethren among the Mechanicus can only truly comprehend the literal."

He is quiet for a moment, supplementary neuro-cogitators running possible variables before saying, "Are we to receive any auxiliary reinforcements? Servitors or penal guardsmen or the like?"


Confessor Cleric WS 40, BS 41, S 35, T 41, Ag 36, Int 32, Per 34, WP 41, Fel 44, Wounds 14/14, FP 2/2

A smile crosses Balthasar's lips as his companions voice their varied suspicions on all partied involved. Perhaps the dream of redemption is not yet lost for this lot..

If corruption has laid a seed on Kadenar I shall find it. Any who have turned from the God-Emperor's light shall find no sanctuary.

Turning to the thus far silent Interrogator Zoll. "Do I assume correctly that these are our orders. Infiltrate Kadenar and investigate the cause behind the lost shipments?"


WS: 46; BS: 36; S: 41; T: 41: AG: 29; Int: 39; Per: 39; WP: 33; Fel: 41 Wounds: 13 (13) Fate: 1 (1)

"Who in particular is responsible for protecting the tantalite mines? Imperial guard? Noble house militia? Arbitrators?"


WS 43*, BS 38*, S 52*, T 50, Agi 30*, Int 31, Per 26, WP 40, Fel 22. Wounds 11/11, FP 4/4. Armour 4+1

"Do we have access to any maps of the mining facility? I imagine it's quite large but if loaded onto a few dataslates it could help us navigate the area. Given a PDF recovery team was lost we should attempt more discrete entry into the facility as there might be hostile forces holding a perimeter."


Male Human Adept WS 41, BS 37, S 23, T 40, Ag 28, Int 23, Per 33, WP 40, Fel 33, Wounds 10/10, FP 4/4

Clearing his throat, Havelock nods towards Caius.
"Standard imperial doctrine states that a mining installation classified above rank 3B minoris is to be guarded by PDF soldiers, in addition the sub hive would have an attachment of adeptus arbites.
Nobel houses are allowed a certain amount of troops, but they are seldom listed, as a concession towards the noble houses wishes to not give out such information to rival houses."

"However, as this installation is more than what it appears, there are two distinct possibilities.
One is that to not draw undue attention, they follow imperial doctrine, and this is what would be present.
Two, they are mindful of its value and guard it more thoroughly.
The adeptus mechanicus in particular would be interested, and as most serfs cannot tell one mechanicus from another it would allow them to station troops there relatively surreptitiously.
And educated guess would be that there may be a contingency of perhaps...Skitarii."


As the discussion turns to matters of ore and factories and nobles and installation importance, Zimm does her best to keep at least a modicum of interest present on her face.

Some of her Sisters delve deep into politics and economics and such would be quite interested in all of the details being discussed. But Zimm was not one of those. Operational information was well and good, but all of this extraneous details bored her. Bored her yes, but still she listened...as the others talked and talked and talked...


Male Mechanicum Sage WS 41, BS 49, S 30, T40, Ag 32, Int 50, Per 35, WP 34, Fel 30, Wounds 13

"Affirmative. Tantalite shipments to the forge worlds are of great import the maintaining production quotas. Minor Mechanicum elements are certain to be in position for standard maintenance duties. Even though some in this Imperium would seek to make the divine purity of the machine mundane, the true believers know the truth of it's inscrutability. Skitarii may be in position as well, though PDF forces fill the role they would serve, though certainly in an inferior capacity."


lost soul

As the questions fly in, Murzher catches Yelisaveta's and his face twists, clearly confused. "I am sorry, a colony of confirmed heretics? Are you referring to the hive world of Lo? The seditious Noble houses that incited the conflict some four decades past were put down hard - by your liege and the current planetary governor. Perhaps you misunderstood my meaning? And the tantalite is left off the unrestricted data feed to reduce it's public awareness; it is dutifully tracked by the consortium, the planetary government, and the Administratum, just at a restricted level - hence the governor's need for discretion in this matter."

Turning toward Julien, Interrogator Zoll takes over the conversation. "While our efforts to eliminate those involved in the rebellion were executed with righteous fervor, it would be folly to assume we got every single player. So yes, your theory is a possibility."

Looking to Grimn, Zoll continues. "a sizeable contingent of consortium enforcers handles both compliance and conduct issues with the labor force, and provides guard against raiders and thieves. A small PDF detachment mans several anti-air batteries and serve as liaison to the enforcers.

At the techpriest's request for support, Zoll stares directly at him, no small amount of judgment in his gaze. "Magos, am I to understand you are requesting reinforcements, prior to even being dispatched on this mission? I was led to believe that you, as well as all your companions, had at least basic training in the use of arms. As Brother Lagerfeuer deduced, this is an investigative assignment, first and foremost. Should the evidence dictate a sanctioning action, several of your team, notably Arbiter Grimn, Legionnaire Sholl, and mistress Zata are all specifically assigned for their capability in such matters."

As Zoll finishes his words, Murzher pulls up an elaborate map of the mining complex on the holo-table. "Mr. Sholl, yes, we can most certainly provide plans for the facility, as shown here. As to how you will gain access, the Inquisitor has left that decision up to you. Captain Zartenova has several craft available for use, and we have access to several different authorization signatures, depending on your desired course of entry."

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