I'd like to make a smuggler kind of character, lots of cars and mechanic skills, possibly a bit of rigging capabilities.
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Ah, okay. Do you know if there are any express differences between 4th and 4th anniversary. I've only got anniversary, but I do own the Runner's Toolkit boxset because sometimes I just can't help myself.
Heh, yeah, you wish. I think we were just gonna become chosen of Chaos, soon, perhaps even, a chaos champion. Anyway, I'm good with any Sci-Fi system, whether it be a 40K book, Shadowrun, Eclipse Phase... whatever. I just need to believe all these systems I own won't just go to waste sitting on my shelf whilst my group insists always on more and more Pathfinder.
Understood. ARC, whenever you get the chance to read this, just know my thoughts are with ya.
It feels as if there is a ringing in Jacques's head, and it simply wont stop. "Yes, blazes, I hear you! Emperor, damn this bastard to hell and back again. I suppose we won?" Jacques walks over to the group of dead combatants. He glances the whipping creature up and down and shakes his head. "Arco-Flagellant. Criminals turned into a special kind of servitor, they're pumped full of narcotics and sent into a whirling fury. We're lucky to not gotten pulped ourselves." Jaques begins searching the corpses, kneeling next to Occux. "How did this man get access to an Arco-Flagellant? You can't just walk into your corner drug store and find one... unless you were making your own..." Jacques says, thinking out loud.
It takes a few moments of the firefight for Jacques to realize he's been hit. Blood pouring from the wound in his face, he gasps for air. His voice is barely audible. "oh... oh buggering throne.
Neat. Dark Heresy's getting a second edition.
Jacques fires at the other monstrosity.
Jacques begins by opening up on the creature of meat and iron.
"Agreed. Lets move." Jacques draws his combat shotgun and checks the ammunition, moving out of the prison and into the other ward.
Jacques checks over the subjects with Occux, taking the sheet and motioning over Occux, Nebdel, Skrate and Octus, moving to each of the cells in turn and opening with a similar speech to each. "My name is Jacques, and I am an Arbites investigator. I'm going to ask some questions now. If you answer them to the best of your ability, things will go well for you. For your crimes, you may not be forgive, but trust me. Things will go better for you. Spurn me, and you spurn your final hope for salvation. This facility is doomed, and so are you unless you help us." Jacques will then ask them these kind of questions: "Where were you when the facility began its degradation. What exactly happened? How much do you know about the civil war between the security staff? What kind of research was being performed here? If they believe there may be survivors, where might they have holed up? Jacques will also ask his comrades to chime in with any other questions they can think of.
Jacques is, shockingly and somewhat disturbingly, utterly unfazed by the prisoners in their cells. He's seen this before. It's not pretty and the sight of it'd definitely faze the uninitiated, but this is standard fare. Jacques looks over at JT, his face a mask. "A doomsday option? You mean a killswitch? No, not where I'm from. There'd be security measures, automatic lockdown procedures and the like, but if you think ever prison comes equipped with a gas chamber I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you." "A mass execution..." He twists his face around for a second. "No, I don't think so. Not only is it a perilous waste of ammunition, it's also a waste of time and might just give us away. These... people, they're too forgone. Even the Emperor's mercy is beyond them now. We need to question them though. They might be aware of some of this facility's recent happenings."
I'm sorry to hear that man. It's been a blast.
Jacques will take the cigars for himself. Everybody has their vices. He'll wait for Nebdel to move in silently, but considering the silent part isn't exactly going to well, he'll be ready to move in at the first signs of a struggle.
"And here I was thinking I'd try and quit," Jacques says, handing over a Lho stick. "J.T.'s right. There's nothing more here for us to figure out if we're locked out. That overseer, the man discussed in security officer's logs, he was the same one we saw in those vid logs back on the other level. Something tells me this man is hugely responsible for this mess. Our objectives haven't changed; find the GREL team, secure the nuke and get to the bottom of what's really going on here." Jacques is glad to take whatever ammo Octus is willing to give over. "I'm no purloiner. Octus, you were something of an... outlaw in your previous life, correct? Mind having a crack at the safe?" After the safe is open and the contents looted, Jacques will go over and wait, shotgun ready, for the electronic pad to be bypassed so they might ingress further.
"'What have I done?' Hrm, judging by the pomp and ridiculous ornament, this man must have been a powerful man, connections outside this facility, more than just a security officer. This man had a direct link to the recent catastrophe. Occux, we need you to check the recent activity on this man's cogitator. Find out what he'd done to feel so guilty about."
Jacques Guffaws. "If this thing were half it's size, furnished with a chair made of broken glass and stank of dead vermin, then yes, I suppose it might just remind me of home." If, after JT cuts the chair, there's nobody there, Jacques goes to investigate the paperwork, looking to see who this office belonged to and if, at a glance, any of the events documented pointed to heretical activities. "Damn, if only we didn't lose the adept on our last mission. He might actually be able to make sense of this."
"It may not have been on purpose, or perhaps the ship was once some form of space hulk crashed here on the surface of this moon millennia ago." Jacques whipes his brow, glancing over Occux's shoulder as he surfs through the information. "At least we now have a better idea of how this facility itself is at all feasible. It's quite possible many of these other levels are simply not in use as well."
Jacques's mouth hangs agape. "Fifty-six? Fifty-six floors! Of all the damnable things, this facility must require a standing army of security officers to maintain the entire thing. We have approximately two-hundred-twenty persons dead and that's just on this level alone. The xenos are cut loose and the security seems to have had a civil war. This reeks of heresy." Jacques takes a step back, his fingers rubbing at his temples. "The people responsible, the ones who massacred this security office, are more likely than not still here in this section of the facility. With the GREL team out of contact, they're our only lead. If this entire facility is in the same shape we've seen here, then we'll have no choice but to arm the last resort."
Jacques waits, guarding the right corridor with his combat shotgun. He keys his microbead and whispers, "found anything?"
Jacques lets Skrate take point as he hangs back and addresses JT. "Ready. We're sitting ducks in this hallway and I trust Octus's instincts. Jacques moves up in line a bit farther back from Skrate so as not to mess with his mojo. He then addresses the entire group. "When we breach the door, wait only the barest second to verify hostiles. If we can get them to surrender, keep up your guard and if you see any sudden movement execute with extreme prejudice. There was certain brutality by which these guards were executed that tells me somebody had the time to be sadistic, or at least thorough. They're most likely not friendlies but a captured hostile is a much more useful hostile."
Jacques startles and shakes his head at Julian's rebuke. "He's right; keep focused. Damnit, old man, your desire to KNOW has gotten you in trouble before, but now it's more than one planet at stake to satisfy your morbid curiosity. Jacques quickly moves in with the group. "One of the soldiers may still be down there, but he'll have to wait. We'll clear the Security office next."
Note to self - Don't give the GM ideas.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeh, wrong skill. Awareness uses the same stat so that'll be my roll. ...Wait, no, actually I was supposed to stick my hand in one and use it as a sock puppet. Then I can interrogate it. Gotta get the order right.
Jacques stands his ground at the gruesome sight. "Bastards," Jacques seethes. "It's as if an army has tromped through here. Grrrr... search around, figure out who these people are. Mark any bodies that look like they were fighting the security. If it was xenos with captured weapons or some kind of heretical betrayal, we need to know."
After searching around, Jacques will move with his squad past the entryway and into whatever lies beyond.
"I think Occux is right. We should keep moving through the levels. We don't have the right kind of firepower to take on a gaggle of Ork scum in this environment. We'll risk stealthing it up another level so we can get a better strategy brewing. In any case, it'll give us a better idea of what's happened here. That is our primary objective."
Occux articulated exactly what I wanted to say, but better. So, ditto.
Yeah, I'm sorry my posting hasn't been up to snuff. I just like to look for other player's input before I pretend to make the executive decisions. But yeah, at the moment, I'm just kinda lost as to where to go.
Jacques is unperturbed by the GREL member's plight. "Grifter and Trooper are right, son. If it comes down to it, in the name of the Immortal God Emperor, all our lives are forfeit. Each and every one of us here would gladly sacrifice ourselves and everyone on this station if it would prevent greater harm to the Imperium." Jacques, just loud enough to be heard, addresses the whole team. "That said, we're not just going to throw our lives away. I plan on seeing this s&!*-storm through to the end. I'm sorry, Simms, but the others might already be dead. This is too large a room, too many corners, too many places to hide. It's just not an optimal battle-space. We need information on how many enemies are down here, what their weaponry is. We are not getting ambushed, not on my watch. Any ideas?"
Oh sweet, a new grenade launcher. Jacques waits to see if Nebdel can glean anything from behind his scope. We'll investigate. Keep it quiet until we know what we're up against. Don't fire unless they spot us. Jacques will thus take point and move along the walkway until he can spot what's down below.
Jacques regards the GREL member. "Do you have any idea how all the xenos here got loosed? Was it because of the power outage? When was the last time you had contact with the rest of your squad?" After he answers the questions, Jacques will address the group. "We need to keep moving, further into the facility. GREL, what level is the reactor on, this one? If so, we need to make contact as soon as possible and coordinate our clearing of the facility. He reloads a missing shell into his shotgun and checks the rest of his equipment, waiting for everyone else to be ready.
Jacques kneels down and considers the possible xenos beast. "I am beginning to wonder under what legal jurisdiction these labs were operating. It seems to me these experiments, these secret scientific endeavors were little more than a brute's curiosity." He lets the body fall to the floor. "Best hurry, Simms. We are running out of time and had little enough to start with. We need a full debriefing, ASAP. Start with Nebdels question and move on from there."
"Disgusting," Jacques says, his voice lost in the gunfire.
Jacques searches for any medical supplies or otherwise that may be useful.
At the door, Jacques says to the rest of the group. "We don't have the time for anything clever. Standard breach and clear, you guys first. I'll bring up second on the right."
"Sigh, maybe you're right, Octus. It still leaves a lot of questions, though. Who assassinated the scientists? Who took control of this facility? If these xenos are but escaped experiment-ees, who was the one who let them get free?"
"It's only a hunch. The real question is, if this planet never really had an Ork infestation, is how the bastards managed to get here. If they hadn't snuck in, and had instead launched a full-scale assault, then who came in from the back way? Why weren't nearby guard forces mobilized?"[b] Jacques reloads his shotgun while talking. [b]Hrm, at this point, with as little information we have, I'd say paranoia is justified. We take it slow. Don't take anything this guy says for granted. We take this slow, cover the corners, make sure it's just not an elaborate trap." Jacques walks over to where Occux has positioned himself next to the cogitators. "Found anything?"
"The vile Orks! Throne, how did this breed seemingly infiltrate a heavily guarded Imperium base. They're the ones who've trained the air defenses against us, but what's the connection to the xenos bugs?" Jacques turns to Nebdel. "Agreed. This breed of Orks, for all their charicteristic madness, have displayed thus far a sort of low cunning. They've infiltrated the base, seemingly without the notice of the larger Imperium and have prevented any kind of descriptive message from being sent if our sitreps are anything to go by. We must watch our backs at all times. Keep your guard up and yourselves wary." Before going to check on the other rooms, Jacques opens one of the freezer doors and peers at what's inside.
Jacques grits his teeth as he continues shooting, going this time for the one attacking Nebdel.
Jacques shouts as he fires his shotgun on semi-auto at the filthy greenskins, his voice drowned out by the booms of his and his comrade's weapons. "For the Emperor!" Jacques aims at the one with the burna.
Jacques misses his first three shots.
Jacques snarls. "Throne-damn -it we're bottleknecked! Keep back and cover the hallway entrance. Snap at any targets as soon as you see them. Create a kill-zone! The Emperor protects!"
Jacques waits and sees if the thing was dispatched silently. He moves forward, ready to support his squadmembers in case the thing charges.
Jacques shrugs at JT's question. "Potentially, but it doesn't make sense. It would mean somewhere down the line orders are getting crossed. We were ordered to try and save the scientists, not massacre them. There'd be no point lest somebody is trying to cover something up. Watch it though; these civilians were killed by conventional weaponry." As the movement is sighted, Jacques goes silent and raises his shotgun to bear, easing along to cover behind a dead scientist and covering Nebdel's approach.
Wordless, Jacques, directs the team foward out of the lift, holding his combat shotgun out and checking the corners. He directs Nebdel to point and follows second after him. He reaches down and checks the wounds on one of the scientists. When the buzzing comes over the comm, Jacques holds a fist up into the air and looks back to J.T.
"I agree with Julian. We should try this mysterious lab first. Strange it doesn't even show up on the schematics, not even like the classified rooms on floor 2. If the card doesn't work, we'll go level by level like Octus suggested. Julian, keep checking the link for contact with the GRELL team. Remember, the final option rests with them. We can't let the mission hinge on it, but it's best to keep our options open." Jacques readies his Combat Shotgun and tries to feed the card into the slot, pressing also the dead technician's hand to the panel. If that doesn't work, he shrugs and says, "Floor by floor it is then," whilst checking for the second floor.
I apologize for my lack of activity. School has just decided to pick up and I've been looking for another job as well.
"At the very least we still have habitable conditions in the facility, but the xenos bugs, the tamperance with the defenses FoF tags... this screams of sabotage. We have to move on now. Time's wasting. As we move, keep trying to hail members of the GRELL team. If anybody's still alive, we might be able to combine forces." Jacques moves to the lift and presses the key, hoping dearly for an indication of its function. The team hasn't exactly had luck with ladders as of late. If the lift isn't operational, Jacques moves over to the ladder, shining a torch down hoping to see it doesn't lead off into an abyss.
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