Well that figures. I really need to come in without the inquisitorial strong arms next time.
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Titus sits down near the seal, in plain view of everyone, and pulls out two bottles of booze. Placing one at what is considered a safe cultural bubble based on the cold weather understanding and taking sips from the other hoping that some poor soul would take the chance to have a drink.
What about Titus?
"I honestly don't think we will learn much more from the survivors, humans under stress are terribly unreliable sources of information. A mind poisoned by fear is given to exaggeration and flights of fancy. But if my Arbiter Arctus believes she can sift through their information and gleam some viable information I will leave that in her capable hands." Titus will split off from the rest of the group, allowing them to head off towards the quartermaster while he makes his way to the seal proper to look over the mechanism.
Titus waits to be dismissed. Having no better plan, Titus will head for the seal and wait for the others there.
Something came up. Not me a few days. :(
My two cents: not it.
"I would be interested to see what the papers say as well, in case we should be split up and I am forced to act. Sadly I do not believe the handling of a holy promethium projector will be with in my meager capabilities. I will have to settle for a brace of explosive devices, mayhaps Icould be given some training in basic weapons when this assignment is finished."
Oblivious to the continued interactions of his companions, Titus looks over the arm and startsmaking adjustments as they walk. "Turn it to the left... no my left... my left, your front... no no palm up, yes you can palm up. Disengage the inhibitor bolt and turn... little more... all better." Titus continues to fiddle a bit before greasing one last shaft and twisting a servo back in to place. "See, not hard at all."
Titus mumbles to no one in particular. "The best possible situation would be for the universe to stop trying to kill us." Seeing as none of this is helpful, and he doesn't want to get left behind to get to know the soldiers, Titus falls in step with the rest of the group. "How long have you had trouble with your arm? You could probably avoid the need for the prayer of calming mechanica if you were to perform the rites of holy maintenance coupled with the diagnosticians supplication to purify the machine spirit. One would not wish for an issue to arise during the heat of battle."
Oh sorry, I was waiting to see how the sergeant reacts to Cimbria.
Titus stumbles out of the transport and falls to the ground, touching his head to the icy ground and thanking the Omnissiah that he had made it to the ground without dieing or worse. If man was meant to spend extended time in space he would have been born in space, a world beneath ones feet was always preferable to...and then the smell of the world hit him and the contents of his stomach hit the ground.
Two lamp packs, two manacles, 5 bottles of booze, 5 ration packs.
http://www.40krpgtools.com/armoury/weapons/ Helps sort through the weapons available, just remember to set the filter on system to dark heresy... Death Watch weapons are stupid. As for rules, feel free to ask and I can answer most rules of the different 40k systems.
I know it is outside of our current common/uncommon limit, but is there any chance that I could get a combi-tool as the gear that came for me. Also I will grab one of the generic knives from the loot so I have something I can sort of use.
"If you wish for me to carry such things for you I will be most glad to do so... but I will not even attempt to use such weapons unless as a last sacrifice when all has become lost. Otherwise this will be a very short mission, and not in a good way."
On the plus side I will have a talent for that pretty soon.
Still off in his own world, Titus remarks absently. "We seem to have all we need,either we will prove useful tools or our deaths should at the very least teach you something about our enemy."
Titus's normal silent observation is suddenly broken, as if he only just now noticed that there was anyone else in the room. "If we were to die we would already be dead. We are useful tools, to throw us away before we could be of service to the inquisition would be an exercise in wastefulness. Though I fully expect that my life, or the life of any person in this room for that matter, would be expended if it became necessary. This is only right and proper when you hold one life against the value of a planet, or that of an entire segmentum. We live to serve, we die to serve, everything else is but dust in the wind." Titus turns his wizened gaze upon Dia and Vector."If you can not learn to interact with civility and professionalism, well as I said, your lives mean nothing when compared to the value of a planet... may they be spent well."
Titus continues to look at the intracacies and embellishments of the history murals while purposefully ignoring the others at the table. Even when Dia purposefully disrupts the gathering, Titus continues to immerse himself in the beauty of history.
We may have lost our GM with all the waiting.
Continued study in the libraries has done Titus's mind a world of good, the increase to his already impressive store of knowledge is a welcome blessing. Noting the vox communique, Titus prepares himself and arrives an hour early.
She was making a joke.
What time is not spent in the Atrium on feeding one's self, or sleeping in his room, is spent in the Librarium acquainting himself with the myriad of topics there.
Titus makes a slight bow to Cimbria, reaching out in a single smooth motion and catching the clasp that would allow the robe to quickly release in case it had become caught in machinery. As the robe falls to the floor he dips and scoops it up, twirling a bit to wrap it back around himself. "As you wish." As the shock and rage must surely twist along Cimbria's face, Titus spares only a single glance back as he walks out the door. Titus anounces, loud enough for all to hear mind you,"Most fetching in deed, I commend you on your fitness. I look forward to many more learning experiences."
---:Titus rubbing the holy ungents of cleansing a crossed his clean body. For the first time someone has seen the man without all his adornments. Underneath the layers of robe there turns out to have been a wirey man, not muscular by any stretch of the word, a man who takes his health regiments seriously. The hot steam billowing forth seams to bead and sheen along his skin, taking on a decidedly grimy coloration as the days hard work has just begun to wash from his body. The moment seems to hang forever as Titus turns towards the intrusion upon his sanctioned cleansing time and the words of imperial law are cut in mid sentence. Sanction 3624 subsection b, charge seven... unlawful fornication with the Emperor's holy war Titan.... " Gazes lock, shock quickly fades to resignation. "If it your wish to shower with me I find little to dissuade me from accepting. Know that I have never been with another, but I am willing to learn to please you in any manner you wish and am flattered at the attentions of such an intelligent officer as yourself. I would most enjoy discussing the holy laws with one who has experience with their more direct application and one who seems to have as much fervor for them as I." The only man to have shrugged off the arrival of the witch child as if it was yet another thing in a long line of just things watched the woman for a response. A quirky smile suddenly pulls a crossed his lips. "I did not realize my robe would look so fetching on you."
Titus looks at the man for a moment. Always a test, stupid stupid people don't understand enough... their answers, the answers of the ignorant... the untested unmolded unmodified... imperfect balls of flawed flesh and bone. The law is perfect, the machine is perfect, the Emperor is all. "What would I give? Each life is worth less than a throne. My mind? My sanity? My very soul? All belong to the Omnissiah already. All that I am is insignificant in the grand scheme. So all I can say is that I will give what is needed and go as far as necessary to protect the Imperium as a whole. All else is expendable."
Titus wanders in to the first room on the right and begins the meticulous rituals of daily cleanliness.
"I am going to assume that we were selected for our given skills, and that we are needed for some task. What do you need of us... what threat to the Imperium must we combat. Begging your pardon that is." Titus watches the Inquisitor as the party moves to their destination. Not trusting that anything he is told will be the whole truth, and why was he here? Why did they force him in to such exacting fields of study, their had to be a valid reason. One does not train a person to deal with crime if one was not being sent to deal with such things... did they?
"Always a test, all things are tests. One is either prepared or they are not. I am prepared to serve. To assume that you do not know the names of those you have selected would be foolish." Titus shows no sign of the annoyance that bubbles somewhere deep in his soul, he comforts himself with the knowledge that the test is over and he has passed.
Having no combat experience to speak of, unless you count the one time Mariam beat him up for being a weaselly little book worm, Titus is caught fully off guard by what has transpired. "Good a time as any I guess." Titus pulls the las pistol he had been handed and fires off a shot...
...proving he has no business using a las pistol.
Being the only one not startled by the sudden sense of dread, Titus watches his companions and hopes they do not break under their apparent stress.
-Before the lights go out in Georgia.- "It seems to be a test, an attempt to see if we are made of strong enough material to withstand what is to come. Our prisoner has been deemed expendable and been told to assault the gellar field, except she has been told it is an escape pod. I do believe we will find that most of our assailants will have similar clean slate motives. My suggestion is to remove them from our paths with extreme prejudice and all due righteous fury." Titus looks down at the young lady with a look of pity on his face. "That being said, this one proves no further impediment and may be of use. If she turns on us or shows heretical intentions we will put a round in to the back of her skull, but until such time as this occcurs we should keep her alive to serve the Omnissiah." -Flicker, Flicker.-
"It would seem we have more problems, I do hope the field remains active. I do not wish to become the main course on evils lunch buffet.
Sitting watching the fun. You can only enter so many "Titus waits and watches." posts before it becomes silly. I will interact with the others when it is called for.
Titus sits and waits as the others yammer on. Always a test, ever and always. "Is anyone still injured?"
Titus moves quickly to the less than conscious person still alive in the tram and quickly checks him over....
But the total mess of the situation is making it hard to tell who is dieing and who is dead.
Saving my 435 for later.
Titus watches on and waits for the combat to come to its end, not wanting to tell anyone that he had no real training with the holy tool they had entrusted to his keeping.
Fate
Titus watched as the tram rushed towards the group, This is my punishment for corrupting a tool of the Omnissiah. Dark humor comes over Titus as he tries desperately to fling himself free of the oncoming traffic and trips on his own foot. Little time to think he rolls himself tightly up and aims his slight frame for a small rut in the floor just low enough for the tram to pass over. Lifting up after the danger has passed, Titus reaches for the las pistol he was handed earlier and brings it to bear in case it is needed. "You should stay still after such a crash. If you surrender I can help your wounded." [Ooc]We just shouldn't roll dice anymore.
"Unknown, await further instructions. Standby."
"It is always a test, always. We are being tested to see our worth. So far, I hope we are proving useful... more useful than these pawns at least." He gestures down at the twisted remains.
"If you see that the machine spirit is recalcitrant and do not know the reason, perform the right of supplication by cleaning the holy view screen and holding down the button of activation for five breaths before releasing." The view slate glows with information. "And low there be light, and it is good. All praise to the Omisiah."
And pulls out a bit of twisted human remain."Class two bone degradation... this one was not well nourished. He would probably have died in a few years anyway."
Titus walks up to the gory mess and starts picking through it, commenting on the last meal the heritek ate and not much else.... when something catches his eye. "Well hello, what is this?" he says as he reaches in to the mess.
Making tests in discussion instead of gameplay is kinda silly. Oh, and I would jump off now.
Titus looks at the inaction of his fellow tech adept and curses under his breath. Reaching overhe snips a small wire and then inputs a few quick commands before hopping off the now deranged machine. A tear drops down his cheek as he pats the side plate of the conveyance in supplication to its spirit and whispers the final command function."I am sorry.”
If he has disappeared I will gladly make the test.
I await my master's pleasure. For the glory of the Omnisiah!!!
Grimdark away I say.
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