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Cursing under his breath, Logan takes position near the back of the party, shotgun gripped in one hand tightlty. Agi: 29+10
Unhindered by the unstable nature of the hill, Logan will reluctantly make his way past the less deft members of the party. "Warp touched ya' say? You think there's a psyker muckin' about these parts? 'Cause if there is we may've just solved all our problems before even seein' the cathedral."
Awareness: 33 + 20
"Now hold on, it may have been getting dark when we first pitched camp, but even then we've got these f#+%ing things." Logan says, gesturing to the rack of lights on the truck. "How in the holy hell would we have missed this silly sod when we settled down?" Logan will attempt to search for any signs of recent movement near the corpse, specifically any kind of drag marks. Per: 33
"We should be grateful that these damned crows are all that's bothering us. Were I'm from, the wastes are packed with all kinda a' beasts and monsters; Things so powerful that they'll take on anything short of a full out tribe, and even then sometimes they'll have the balls. Though the worst were always the smaller ones, stuff that could sneak up on you in the dead of night and drag you away before your neighbours woke up to your screams. I'll take friggin' crows over any of that any day, or night for that matter." Logan will stretch before parking himself against a tire and pulling his hood over his eyes. "Don't stay up too late you two, tired eyes are useless eyes, and I'd rather not have my damned neck slit by some s&#+head local. Wake me for second watch.
"Oh the wide open planes of rock and dirt, the unforgiving sun gazing down on us... reminds me of home. Let's get this done as fast as f#&%ing possible please, I want off this Throne damned rock." Logan says as he clambers onto the back of the truck. "So, 'Aris' my man, what can we expect at this place? Lots of pilgrims I can imagine, but any kind of local settlements nearby? And I can imagine that in a hellhole waste like this people don't go about unarmed, but how armed will most of 'em be?
Inquiry: Stuff to sell:
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"That's all eh? F~$@, maybe I shoulda' come with ya, sounds like you lot couldn't get a joygirl to show ya where her naughty bits were." Logan says, resisting over his shoulder at the end, "Alright, so has your poking around local lore revealed anybody who might not want to see the church built? Are there any local factions not so in line with the idea of a big building being built in the name of someone who isn't their hell born deity of darkness and despair? Logan asks before digging into his meal wholeheartedly, periodically lifting his eyes up to the seer.
"Remember how I mentioned we got jumped not an hour off the boat? That. Stumbled across some old man screamin' about a 'crow father' and other s$%&, next thing we knew a bunch-a blue faced a!+!**#s got the idea that they'd teach the offworlder's a lesson. Needless to say, they didn't. Rest a the party went off an' interrogated em. Speakin' a which, probably should have asked on the way here, but you find out anything good?
"I'm off then, why don't you stay here Thrace, I'm sure a pair like you two have plenty to talk about." Logan says as he casts a leering glance at the psyker, making it clear that he wasn't making a suggestion.
Logan dutifully takes the Seers hand, suppressing a scowl upon noticing the mark of a psyker adorning the man as it does the woman next to him. "If it's not ok, I can go get them if you prefer. Streets are dangerous afterall, not an hour off the boat and we got jumped by a bunch a' crazy locals. Had quite the time explaining the whole situation to some rightly pissed Arbites."
"Well good to hear that you're ready to do what you need to do, 'cause if you're not, know that I'm more than willing." Logan pats the knife sheathed on his belt, casting a cold glance over his shoulder at the psyker, "I've seen the likes of you at your worst, I know how much damage you can do. Trust me when I say I will not hesitate to end you if you ever put us jeopardy. Logan continues on in silence as he follows the Cherub, paying little mind to the woman behind him for the remainder of the trip.
"Alright, now keep up will ya', this thing's f*&%in' slippery." As soon as they're away from the alley, Logan poses a question over his shoulder as they move through the crowd, "Now, riddle me this Thrace, do you have any idea how close we came to dying back there?"
"Someone best report in to this Aristarchus guy, let him know everthin' is alright. Now I fancy myself good at extracting information, but I can't compare to a Judge, so I may as well go myself." He pauses for a moment, locking his eyes on Thrace, "You. You are coming with me.
With the pressure released from his back, Logan quickly rises to his feet, grabbing his shotgun as he rises and stashing it beneath his poncho. He gives the Arbite a curt nod, before quickly wandering over to Thrace. When she's finished speaking with the Arbitrator and his attention is elsewhere, he drapes and arm over her shoulders and roughly pulls her away, a look of absolute anger on his face. In a low voice he says, "When we get somewhere more private, you and me are having a talk." Without a word more he releases her and walks away, eyes pointed skyward as he yells, "Where the f**k's that stupid cherub!?"
Agility (To avoid falling): 29-20
Scrutiny: 33 Logan remains prone and with limbs spread. When an Arbite approaches him, he declares his weapons and remains silent, doing EXACTLY AS HE'S TOLD AT ALL TIMES.
Logan slowly rises to his feet, shaking the dust off his poncho as he does so. With a sharp crack he opens his shotgun, sending the empty shells tumbling to the ground before he replaces them with new ones. Slowly he approaches each unconscious thug and relieves them of their sidearm and ammo, as well as any other weapons they might have "Put the shooter away Zoros, someone's gonna see you holdin' a helpless old man hostage and put two in your ten spot. And Thrace! Explain to me what the f!~! that was!"
Lying on his back, Logan takes another shot at the thugs. BS: 38 + 10 = 48
Damage:
"Throne f!%@in' damn it! I have dealt with too much of this s#&$! What the f~~% was that Thrace?"
Agi: 29
Logan falls to the ground. From his prone position he draws his shotgun, (free action) aims and fires at one of the thugs on the right side. BS: 38+10
He misses entirely.
AB=2
"My time to shine..." Logan quickly draws his club and assumes a defensive stance, "I'm gonna recommend you tuck in your tails and f$#% off, we ain't a buncha' tourrists, we'll f%&+in' end you lot."
"He's goin' on an' on about 'lies' and a 'crow father' with two or three faces commin' back, something about a hill runnin' with blood too. Any a' that sound familiar to you Mr. Adept?"
Per: 33-20=23
"Right nutter this one. Come on ya' old sack a' bones, get off the poor bastard." Logan takes the old man by the arms, and as gently as possible pries him from Zoros. "Now I know... Hey!" Logan snaps his fingers in front of the man several times, a vein attempt to draw his attention, "Eyes up here you crazy old sack-a-s*~@. Now your face look mighty familiar, mind tellin' me where you got paints like that?"
"Sounds like a plan," Logan says as he cracks open his shotgun, confirming that it's loaded, "Time to find out if it's a good one." A grim smile stretches across his face as he closes it with a sharp crack. "If we can do this without shooting, all the better. We don't need... unwanted attention. Use knives, fists, a lead f~$#in' pipe, just try to keep her quiet. Don't hesitate to shoot if you need to though, don't matter how quiet you were if you're dead."
"'Acting the brute.' Coming from a guy who feels he needs to strut around with boys like that, I can't help but feel a tiny bit offended. And did I do any threatening? I don't think I did any threatening. I think that guy needs to learn what threatening is. Think I should go teach him? Probably not, wouldn't want him to report that too. F!##in' bureaucrats."
Logan spends the vast majority of the trip lying on his bunk, occasionally doing various exercises and other minutia to pass the time, all the while with a perpetual scowl across his face. On occasion he will participate in conversation, but will rarely speak first, and seldom will any response consist of more than an ambiguous grunt. When the call comes that they've reached their destination, Logan perks up for the first time since his arrival on the ship, if only for a brief few minutes. Having visited around a dozen planets and made plenty of very rough landfalls, Logan refuses the injection and silently takes a seat, puffing away on a lho stick in the same lazy fashion to pass the time. With the ship finally on the ground, Logan is among the first out the back ramp, arms stretched out wide and mouth in a wide 'o', emmitting a tired yawn. Pulling his hood down and squinting in the sharp daylight, he will make note of his surroundings, soaking in the atmosphere of the port around him. Upon noticing the burly men and dribbling bureaucrat rapidly approaching, Logan tenses up slightly, hands drifting beneath his olive drab poncho, finding their place on his shotgun. When the man finishes his line of questioning, Logan smiles widely and lets go of his shotgun. "You know what's funny? How much I don't care for the two big scary men with shotguns staring at me like they think they're hot s$%#. Anyway to answer your questions in no particular order, you don't need to know that, or that, that's above your pay grade, and we don't know."
"He's a no-good swindler, the same kinda' guy I would go to first to beat information out of. Nothing he offers will be on the up and up Bulldog." "Now why don't we put the rampant speculation about psykers and other things that go bump in the night aside for now. All we know is weird s$+$e's going down, and we should be prepared for anything, 'specially given the nature of the planet's political situation."
"A coven you say? Sounds like all sorts of fun. Almost as fun as them trying to turn you inside out with nothin' but their brain..." His voice trails off and for a brief moment Logan withdraws back within himself, looking as if he's remembering something painful. It takes a few seconds for him to snap back to reality with a quick shake of his head. "Sorry 'bout that. Anyway takin' a few alive is always a good idea, great for gettin' new leads to bigger fish. Plus you're always gonna' get more for a living mark. People tend to like their revenge as personal as possible..."
"I dunno Bulldog, can't say I see how a buncha' flowers can make walls bleed. Sounds more like someone's pissed about the church more than anything." When Sebek's done answering questions, Logan turns his attention to the purser, "You want somethin' useful to do? Go find me a new lighter."
Logan sits atop his bunk, boredly watching the others around him, an unlit lho stick lazily hanging from his lips. Should Sebek attempt to approach at any point, Logan sends him away with threats of bodily harm. He silently watches his compatriots give signals as to their true nature and in turn half heartedly returns his own signals. "Now that we're all abundantly clear as to why we're here, any of you schmucks got a light?" He holds the lho stick forward between two fingers, an expression of annoyance across his face.
Career: Arbite
Homeworld: Feral World
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