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Nodding, Rakavet slung his heavy weapon up and moved over to the controls. Manipulating them via mechandendrite in case of some unknown or unforseen booby trap, and keeping one eye out. At the same time he recanted a litany to protect the machine spirits within his own prosthetics and equipment from corruption by what ever date-daemons lurked within the heretecal machine.
Rakavet simply watched for enemies as they prepared to board the lift. "We must remember the slight inertia issue it had last time," he mentioned cheerfully.
Red robe fluttering, Rakavet continued his rear guard.
Rakavet glanced over at the slate, but kept his weapon up instead.
Rakavet nodded, weapon trained on the shimmering creatures, and moved to block them with his bulky form.
Rakavet aimed the huge weapon up, grav genirators humming to a higher pitch as he did, in the hopes of spotting something before it could move. He could see...something. "I can rake the area in fire while we withdraw," he commed to the others.
Rakavet glanced down at the vaguely glowing tips of the heavy weapon and smiled beneath his helmet. "Abomination."
Rakavet titled his head. "You are condemned as an Abomination and the Darkest of Tech-Heresy in the eyes of the Machine God. Maybe ever your parts rust."
Moving with surprising swiftness, Rakavet dodged to one side, preparing the huge weapon he carried with a swift motion.
'Tis the season to be busy.
Rakavet looked down at the strange thing below.
"I am not sure I want to know what could have ribs like those."
The Tech-Priest nodded his agreement with the idea of finding any traps before they went off, and checked the machine's system and spirits to make sure they had not been coerced to fight against them.
Rakavet nodded, reading the message and with a small, disdainful smile. "They wish the knowledge the Omnissiah grants, but not the discipline or wisdom to attain it. Better to hand a child to the keys to Exterminatus than that." Ciphering the codes, Rakavet sent them to the door, waiting to see if the machine-spirit returned a data-packet of error codes or simply opened it.
Shaking his head to clear the processors that had been corrupted by the dark knowledge of the creature's daemonic origins, Rakavet rose. "The machine creature is certainly a servant of the Archenemy, I'm afraid," he said as he moved towards the door. "It was the only way it could function." The Archmagos, filing away the forbidden knowledge for later use and possible mind scrubbing later. Then he examined the door to see how it functioned. Hopefully. The alien tech in this place was awkward and frustrating to the Machine God's teachings.
Something's wrong with my lungs, and I keep on ending up wheezing and have twice had to go to hospital. Because it turns out breathing is not optional. It's been a pain. Tests have also shown potential liver and kidney failure, and almost certain diabetes. So it's been fun.
I'm around. I've just had a lot of other stuff to deal with. Lots of time at the doctors, getting tests done. It's been fun! So far I've conclusively proved that, given the number of blood tests taken that are 'borderline, we need another blood test' I am, in fact, delicious for my home town's vampires, but too scary to actually try and jump.
Rakavet approached the creature, his distaste hidden by the helmet of his armour. "I shall see what I can find out," he murmured. Searching through his memories for information on the creature, he muttered incantations to the Omnissiah as he examined the mechanical and biological components.
"I will take your word for it," Rakavet murmured, moving to try and get a good shot from the rear with the heavy weapon. He wasn't sure where it was, true, but he'd likely see if it moved. Of course, spraying the area with las bolts might not be a good idea if an ally was in it...
Finally getting the flames under control, Rakavet replied, "I am mostly unharmed. The flamer did some damage, but I should recover. My armour protected me from the worst of it." Brushing the worst of the soot off one gauntlet, he added, "Although I will have to take care of it next time we have a moment. It has earned my thanks and gratitude this day." Glancing at Gaius, he added, "I'm afraid I don't have much to help, but I can give you a Stimm Shot to allow you to ignore most of the damage. For now."
"Yes," the Tech Priest agreed, attempting to put the flames out, "I am."
Huh, so it is. Only melee weapons. Well, that sucks. And yes, I thought Red-Dot Lasers worked that way. I missed targeters because I thought I already something that did the job.
Damage Calculations:
Damage = 8 points. 11 Armour, Toughness 5. Penetration 3. Negates 13 damage. Toughness bonus negates the burn damage. 1 level of fatigue. Engulfed in the flames, Rakavet could only trust in the armour he had hand crafted and opened fire in return with his own heavy weapon. Once the thing was dead he could deal with the flames -
- Success.
"Huh," Rakavet murmured as he slung his weapon into a firing position and moved aside to allow the other clear shots. "I was hoping for something more exciting that a random pile of 01110011 01100011."
"Thank you, Master Haxtes," the Tech-Priest murmured as he extend a mechadendrite towards the strange, alien machine. "I think I can see something resembling logic to this system. If I try reconnecting this..."
"Well, that is certainly awkward," Rakavet commented as he glanced at the box. "I suppose we can press the button and see what happens, or we can try fixing the elevator controls. Or we can climb down." Rakavet glanced at the shaft. "Personally, I'd prefer the first two..."
Rakavet shook his head. "I can't find out more without being more direct, and that will carry risks. I do not know xenotech well enough to say what might happen. I am, however, prepared to take the risk if others feel it is necessary."
Not touching it right now. I don't feel like exploding.
"It appears to be safe," Rakavet reported as he examined the button, "Or at least as safe as such a blasphemous creation against the Machine God could be." Leaning forwards, the Tech-Priest attempted to work out what it did.
Moving forwards slowly, Rakavet began to scan it with his Auspex, seeing if it was giving off any detectable readings or energy signatures. "Wouldn't want to touch something that would melt us," he said cheerfully as he worked.
Rakavet slammed into the deck plating, his augmented physiology unable to cope with the sudden jarring motion. Spark flew as his heavy armour scraped along the floor. Rising slowly, Rakavet assessed the damage and decided it wasn't too sever, although he'd need to buff the scratches put of his armour. "I'm not familiar enough with the technology. I'm better with other types than Xenos. Your measure sounds reasonable enough, however."
"Agreed," Rakavet murmured as the speed picks up. "Perhaps the third button was 'stop'?"
"A little concerning," Rakavet commented, "That the initial teleportation took us to the top. I wonder if it was designed to go further with the third button..."
Rakavet considered. "No logical reason, but I would suggest going to the top floor and working our way back down. Thus we know nothing is likely to be behind us, although given what we're dealing with..." The Tech-Priest looked at the panel. "I would not recommend 'other' until we have some slight idea what it does."
"It would appear that it's reasonably simplified," the Tech-Priest replied after studying it. "One button to go up, one button to go down. As to the third, I do not wish to guess. It could be later movement, all things considered, or some kind of teleportation device to exit this place.. I can only garner a rudimentary understanding of it without completely dismantling it, and that would seem to be a poor choice right now. It could leave us stranded."
Rakavet considered the wisdom of this endeavour. Messing around with clearly Xenos tech was a recipe for disaster, and his limited knowledge of this particular species suggest they were more dangerous than most. But ties to the Inquisition were binding. His oath to the Machine God had been given to obey them until it went against his ways, and this, so far, did not. Cadia was too important to fall, even if it meant relying on dreaded heretekial machines. The Tech-Priest followed.
I'll leave it up to folks if they need a rope or not.
Powering up the skull, Rakavet began to scan the the Pylon. "Would you like me to haul a rope up as well? I think the skull can manage that."
With the exception of a week on Monday, I am back. In a moment of utmost irony the crematorium he had planned to use burned down during his illness, and so we had to make arrangements at another one. One with fire proofing.
"I'm unable to power this device," Rakavet said with a sigh as he rose. "Using my own power source would be...unwise. I think I would reduce it to slag without the right converters." The Tech-Priest ambled back towards the shuttle. "I will see if I can find some spare supplies onboard - and a rope, blessed sister. I will have to note that climbing gear is a good idea. Mostly I fall off things, I don't really need to get up higher..." Onboard, Rakavet searched for the items in question.
It was a long, long illness so it's not been unexpected. I'll be back in a few days.
Apologies, I will be hit and miss for a little bit. My brother passed away today, so obviously RPing is not foremost in my thoughts right now.
Nodding, Rakavet replied, "My thanks. Now...let us see..." In short order Rakavet plugged in his multitool and utility mechadenrite, accessing the machine via his M.I.U system. "Attempting to read...now."
As Phineus uncovered the dataslate, Rakavet finished re-powering his mechadendrite and glanced over. "Do you wish any assistance with that?"
Rakavet's optical mechandendrite begins to scan the pylon when the long, thin device flickers. The Tech-Priest glances over his shoulder. [b]"The power cell seems to be fluctuating. Give me a moment while I switch to an internal power supply."[/dice]
Rakavet nodded, finishing the preperations of his armour and weapons. The Magos was tall by human standards, bulky by any, and the armour, while far smaller than typical power armour, wasn't exactly light or simple. He had connected the heavy multilaser to the correct ports, checked it's systems while murmering the Machine Gods blessings. Hopefully the weapon didn't suffer any problems.
Rakavet compared there route to the one in his database. It was always wise to know what your escape routes were.
Rakavet patted the heavy mutlilaser he used as his main weapon. Intricately crafted, the huge weapon ran from his own heavily enhanced potentia coil. It even had grav plating, to reduce it's bulk. "I am ready. Although I have not studied Xenotech to the degree that I could, my work primarily focusing on aiding the Malleus, I believe I should be of some help."
"I do not believe there are any Adeptus Arbites on Cadia," Rakavet replied thoughtfully, "As it is currently, and permanently, under martial law. I believe the same task is carried out by sections of the Cadian Interior Guard, there equivalent of a Planetary Defence Force." The Magos glanced at Inquisitor. "I assume we are not to use the might of the Inquisition to gain access to what we need, so as to not inform our opponents that anyone is looking for them?"
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