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Hello, everyone, I'm here to apologise for my second disappearance. With the year being what it is, I'd had to relocate on a short notice, and my schedule is looking increasingly busier for the foreseeable future, so unfortunately I'd have to bow out. Thank you for your interactions, and GM - thank you for your patience.

I'd like to thank Oblivion's Scion for running an excellent game, that had so far featured intrigue, action and mystery in equal measure, and I only wish I could've been a better player. I wish you all the best, and give those heretics a beating!

Darting through the shadows, Yelisaveta's eyes are focused on the enforcers so much, that she barely manages to duck behind a stall as a group of quietly conversing miners moves not even ten feet away from her. Blast it!, she swears quietly, as she continues moving through the habitation unit. Nice and easy. Easy does it., she hums, waiting for the most opportune time to slip past the armoured enforcers.

Congratulations! To many moments of joy!

"First things first.", Yelisaveta replies curtly from behind the wheel. "I'm not going to pass as a miner, and neither are you two quill-pushers. Hab units and clothes, then I'd say we hit the bar. More chance to overhear what's going on." Tossing away her suit to reveal the black bodyglove beneath, she points towards the hab-blocks. "I might need a distraction. I'll guess you up for sizes, but this is a far cry from Malfi.", she chuckles, as she walks towards the habblocks, trying her best to appear like she belongs.

Stealth, TN 42: 1d100 ⇒ 3

Trying to get to any of the hab blocks, after which I'll check a few to see if I can find outfits for the team. Do let me know what you need me to roll, e.g. Security, etc.

"Zimm's right. Cut the s%*!, and let's keep going down the corridor." I'd swear, high court is probably quieter than this lot. Sighing, the driver continues leading the vehicle down the path.

If someone is very specific on going for heretics NOW, just go ahead and stop Yelisaveta, that'll be fine!

Yelisaveta glances at Caius. "Don't bathe, complain about your lot in life, and look mean at anyone smaller than you, and meek to those larger. Simple as that. As for the rags, I can give you some pointers. I've spent enough time looking at labourers to look nothing like them, it shouldn't be too hard to go the other way."

"Hm. Fair point.", Yelisaveta nods at Balthazar. "Then perhaps I'd suggest we focus on getting disguised. If they're well aware that we're here, then we should at least not make it easy for them to pinpoint exactly who we are."

I'd suggest that we at least find a way to bring the heat down, before starting the fires - we're not Space Marines, and we can't really handle the whole base on our own in a straight fight.

"That much is obvious.", Yelisaveta shrugs. "Enforcers are those given information that most others aren't. They're also the most likely to have better backlog of what has happened. I say we find disguises as miners, stake out the enforcers' den, and find out what's happening in there as soon as the opportunity arises." Her eyes glance at the grimy leisure centre with disgust.

"Find disguises in the hab-blocks. Post people to watch over the enforcers' den. Check the chapel for any signs, then if we have a shot at taking down the enforcer's den, we take it. Once that's gone, we can incite some infighting amongst those fools. Give them the rope to hang themselves with."

I'm one of the guilty parties, and I've had quite a lot of schedule disruptions, but I should've still posted whenever I could. I try and stay away from single-line posting, and at least try and push everyone forward given the information provided, but I've not been doing that as much as I could.

That said, I'm happy to continue with a normal pace, and at least warn if I'm going to be away for a prolongued period of time, if that's OK with the GM.

With the grinding of the lift down, and the reveal that this time there was no resistance, Yelisaveta releases the breath she'd not realised she was holding. "Prudent.", she agrees, before sheathing her rifle across her back. "Once we're on the surface, we should decide on how to proceed through this den of roaches. Were we to turn every corner in panic, we'd surely go insane."

"Do it. We're ready.", Yelisaveta hisses, raising her lasgun to her shoulder. "We can talk what we'll do after we're out of these depths."

"I'd rather wait for Ptah's judgement on what to destroy and what to use.", Yelisaveta replies curtly, taking the lascarbine's magazine and any others that she finds, stashing them into her bag. The noblewoman's been quiet and on edge since the encounter, mostly remaining on watch and ready to shoot at anything unfamiliar. "I'd wager that this reaches into the tunnel to gas anything that approaches. Which may include us, were we to go through it."

As the truck kicks up, she moves forwards to sit in the driver's seat. "I'm driving. Did you find any idea to which part of this hellhole we're going next?"

"You'll beg for mercy, and I'll laugh, svolotch.", the annoyed, furious voice of Yelisaveta answers the commbead, before she stomps on it on the ground. Turning towards the captive, she angrily taps her pockets to produce a lho-stick and lights it up. "We'll see who's working the pyre." Reaching behind her back to pull out her shotgun, she tilts her head towards the priests and Arbites. "There's enough bodies for servitors that you'll get your chance later. I'd rather not have a prisoner to worry about. Ptah, can you get the elevator working? I'd rather have our pilot with us than outside with these heretics. Afterwards, we'll figure out how best to carve this...", she purses her lips. "out."

Raising an eyebrow at the Arbite, Yelisaveta takes the voxbead. "And a lascannon would be useful, but I can't make one up on the spot.", she retorts, before pushing it to her ear. A whisper should be hard to detect... accent is not that difficult to mimic... But a long shot regardless. Clearing her throat, she begins speaking in a faint voice, that of someone not long for this world. "...is done. Our deaths were a part of the Plan. Remember us as His gifts are made manifest..." Clicking the bead off, she spits on the ground. "Ugh. The words we must speak." Tapping her lips as she glares at the foreman once more, she continues. "Now. Speak more of this creature you call the Purifier. What do they purify?"

Deceive, TN 46: 1d100 ⇒ 83 It was a long shot to start with...

Exhaling loudly, Yelisaveta glances at the body. "Good.", she snaps, making her way towards the foreman, nodding at Balthazar thankfully as she dusts off her dress. "Sholl. Make this scum talk.", she sends a dubious grin at the foreman, as she levels the lasgun at his knee. "Foreman, I'd cooperate if I were you." Quicker death's better than a slow one.

Oh - I was under the impression that I rolled a little too soon on the dodge roll, and I thought you'd use that for the attack. The one above missed, as Yelisaveta stood up after she was knocked down.

"Oh, piz-", Yelisaveta grits out as the cart crashes into the truck, sending her tumbling forward onto the truck bed. Leaping up, she points her weapon haphazardly at the last remaining miner, pulling the trigger, but the las bolts fly wide, much to her chagrin.

A bloodthirsty smirk flashes on Yelisaveta's face as the ganger scrunches under the ineffective armour, as she takes another aim at the readying gangers in the all-too-close already cart, and a fusilade of lasbolts begins to rain.

Gritting her teeth, Yelisaveta gently flicks on the switch on her lasgun, the weapon humming as the laspack's energy starts flowing into the internal working at increased wattage. Aiming at the miner just about to look up after Zimm's exceptional shot, she pulls the trigger, and the gun hisses out a red las beam.

"Oh, pizdya"., Yelisaveta mutters as the foreman fires a shot at Naltos. Raising her lasgun, she peeks out the window towards the incoming cart. "Keep one alive.", she spits out, clearly furious. At least the charade is over.

Move action to draw the lasgun, move action to move into cover where I have the cart in sight.

Shaking her head, Yelisaveta smiles. "Leash? Oh, no, no. Our Honoured Arbite is merely perceptive enough as to where the bread is buttered." The idea of the men being self-motivated raises Yelisaveta's internal curiousity, but she s Ah. That is exactly one of the reasons why I like to visit personally. When this contract is finished, I'll endeavour to see where this approach can be used. The foremen won't be happy, but that's entirely their concern."[/b] Shrugging, she is, however, caught off-guard by the psyker's comment.

Putting her hand to her face with a barely-concealed groan, she nods at Julien. "Oh. Of course. We told her to keep the engines running, since we weren't expecting a welcome of this caliber. Foreman, may I request that you take us upstairs once again until we get into vox-caster range? Would hate to leave my poor helmsman worried, the girl had enough stress getting us down here." She rolls her eyes. "And I doubt she'd trust anyone who's not us, given our initial impression."

Deceive, TN 46, or 56 if Underground: 1d100 ⇒ 58

Yelisaveta, distracted by the Foreman's long-winded explanation, notices little out of the ordinary, save from the little senior workmen directing the efforts. A little unorthodox, perhaps, though stands to reason that they'd be willing to cut expenses at all costs. "Oh, I'm quite certain that my retinue will have plenty of questions regarding the materials and their acquisition, as well as quality control. As for their exact lines of reasoning,", she gives an air-headed shrug. "We pay them to know things so I don't have to burden myself with that knowledge. As for my dearest bodyguard, aren't all Arbites in service to the Throne?", she winks, clearly indicating that she means the currency, and not the Holy Throne of the God-Emperor. "He's rather apt exceptional at spotting faults in my security, and he appreciates our devotion." She glances at the men once more, before tisking with a faint sense of disappointment. "Do pardon my forwardness, foreman, but I did seem to notice there being some shortage of more seasoned workers on the shifts. Not that I doubt your men's ability, but even in those circumstances we'd have to be a little more scrutinous for the supply." She waves her hand in an attempt to dispel the tension. "Of course, it's not high-grade steel we're after, so worry not."

Bottoming out her drink with a single swing, Yelisaveta nods. "That is a great reassurance, Overseer. I admit, not being able to call had me rather worried. But in the end, the Emperor protects." She bows her head slightly at the Confessor, before standing up. "Without shedding too much", she winks at the man, "light of my House's plans, Overseer, there are a lot of things that are greatly overlooked, and for which it's the quantity and the value that's relevant, and not necessarily the quality. Simple things, for which the contract comes around every several decades, even centuries, and while trivial for the Greatest of Houses, are still a tasty morsel with more than sufficient profit margin."

At the Overseer's apology, Yelisaveta is all too eager to dismiss the man's concern with wild hand gestures. "Oh, don't be! I'll be strolling around personally. A little conversation is an excellent change of pace from being stuck in a ship with my crew, and a tour would be more than welcome. And I adore conversations with hard workers, so much character!."

Standing up, she glances at the rough looking men and their tattoos. "So are you from Lo?", she asks slowly in Low Gothic. "Our working people have same markings as yours on one of my escapades in the lower spires." She turns towards Caius with a smile. "Oh, I remember you were so worried."

Smiling at the Overseer, Yelisaveta shakes her hand to dismiss the man's politeness. "Oh, I was feeling rather adventurous when I left, I was a tinge bored of the spires." The noblewoman's smile is a little nervous. "However, I can't seem to shake the thought that it might've been a little too adventurous. I'll gladly take you on your offer, Overseer, and do please remedy the concerns of my bodyguard.", she adds, as the retinue follows the locals inside the small office. Good. Hivers. Tough, reliable., she thinks as she eyes over the men's markings.

Raising her glass in a toast, she sits down and smoothes her dress. "My house's interested in pursuing a new Administratum contract, which would be subject to a little more scrutiny in terms of quality than the usual.", she says a moment later. "Thus, I brought along a few of my experts to ensure that your supply,", she adds, before raising her hands in an amused gesture, "which, as you know, we'd very much like for its exceptional value for its cost, would be acceptable for the contract. I'm certain that it will, of course, but it always pays to be prudent with the Administratum."

Taking a sip from her drink, she glances back at the Overseer. "We were hoping to be given accomodations here until my trusted associates,", she nods at the Tech-priest and Havelock, "have had a chance to confirm the quality and sourcing. And as you mentioned - my task is to go over the preliminary with you.", she adds, "and hopefully break some of the monotony in my life."

Deceive, TN 46 +10 for Mercantile or Underground?: 1d100 ⇒ 53 Getting close!

"Well spotted.", Yelisaveta nods at Havelock's observation, then turns a spiteful face at the Confessor and the Tech-priest. "Let's leave the disputes about the divine until we know what's going on.", Yelisaveta snaps, leaning the lasgun on her shoulder. Sighing deeply as the men materialise into her sight, brushing a hand across her face.

"Adjunct Overseer Jonas, it is a pleasure to meet you!", the woman replies, slowly lowering her lasgun. "I am Esmerelda Othriad, at your service. We apologise for our... unceremonious entry, though the destroyed emplacement had us fearing the worst." Her eyebrows dart up for a moment, as she slings the weapon across her back. Offering a faint smile at the agent, she adds, "Your sight's a great relief." before bowing and making the Aquila with her hands.

Nodding at the others' assumption, Yelisaveta swallows back a stressful lump in her throat. The sooner we land, the sooner we'd be down on our own two feet, and not relying on someone else to keep us alive.. "Great work, helmsman. Take us in.", she orders on the comms, releasing her fingers from the seat's handles. Standing up to follow the psyker, she disappears in her bunk, leaving a moment later with an oversized lasgun in her hand and a hack shotgun at her flank. "I'd rather explain the weapons than be caught off guard."

Pursing her lips as the pilot announces the rough approach, Yelisaveta closes her eyes, mouthing the words along the confessor's prayer silently. The ship shaking and jerking as the pilot deftly dodges the asteroids, she nods at Caius, the man more suited than her to observe the movements. It would help little to mess into their affairs for now. As the half-expected collision doesn't happen, she glances through the screens to see the ship dodging and weaving into the Void in a dizzying dance. Or perhaps I don't need to see that., she thinks to herself before looking away once more.

Yelisaveta's nostrils flare for a moment, as the void-born sees through her ruse. Composure., she thinks to herself, before pursing her lips. "Business is business indeed. I'd like to think myself a little more discerning than the average scrapper. We can call this a matter of scale.", she smiles a moment later, taking a sip from the drink. "Delightful. While I thank you for the offer, I don't think it polite to bother you further for your time, Visan ur Altanom. Though I wish you that the Void be kind and the clientele well paying.", she adds a moment later.

Ah. When you think that you can read people, the Voidborn appear, spindly and weird as they are., Yelisaveta sighs as the door closes, the slightly neurotic and chatty noblewoman facade peeling to reveal her usual cold stare.

"Look up where? If we knew what to look up as a danger, we'd know what the danger is, Julien. Not saying that we should go in blind, but can we afford to sit by and read while something's on our tail?", the noblewoman responds to the psyker's statement.

The letter finds Yelisaveta with her feet on the rec room's table, dataslate in one hand and a lho-stick in the other. As she receives the message, she puts two fingers to her mouth and whistles loudly. "Everyone! The Steward of the Vessel's arriving in two hours for a social visit. Put everything that's classified in your bunks, look your best. The main objective is to appear the droll negotiation party that we are. I'll try and pick his brain him for any information about Kadenar, which is expected from someone in my position." Taking another drag from the lho-stick, she stands up to glance at the group. "Anyone who's presentable enough should join me to keep an eye on him, but I don't think there should be more than three or four of us present, to avoid making it look like we're impolite."

Picking up her dataslate and stubbing the butt of her lho-stick in the overstacked ashtray, she stands up. "Anyone has any questions or suggestions, now would be the time. Remember, if he starts getting suspicious, we'll just do small talk." Moving to her room to start organising and hiding the conspiratorial equipment.

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Quick note, I think if there's more of us coming along to observe, we should probably invite his escort as well. Good to keep an eye on them as well.

As the Voidborn steward makes his appearance, Yelisaveta greets him at the door. "Permission to come aboard, Visan ur Altanom.", she gives the man an officious bow, before ushering the man inside. "The selection will be most welcome, indeed, we are rather, well, not quite supplied for a proper soiree.", she smiles, moving to the table to pour the man a glass of amasec, before taking a seat on the small table. "So, do tell me, Visan ur Altanom, if I'm such an esteemed guest, who else has granted your vessel a visit?", she chirps, pouring herself a generous helping as well.

Deceive as Blather to politely lead the conversation about what he knows about Kadenar, TN 48, +10 for Social Environment, +10 if he's an actual noble?: 1d100 ⇒ 79 Well, dice, screw you too.

The trip towards the Rex Orpheus leaves Yelisaveta to do little but ponder onto the mission and the million of possibilities that can go wrong. Giving a glance at the mutant and the death worlder, she nods. "We bunk together. You look like you're quiet." And if I wake up to see that man staring at me, I will lose it., she adds, before moving a large box and two large suitcases into the room. A large, brutal looking lasgun is taken out, checked and reassembled, before being placed back into the box.

So let's figure out who you are, Lady Esmerelda Othriad... That done, she spends the time reading and researching the identities, with only the occasional click of her lighter indicating that she's there at all. As soon as the Rex Orpheus's in sight, she changes her clothes to a dress more fitting for a negotiator. Sighing as the pressure locks on the doors disengage, she closes her eyes to assume her new role. And here we go.

A polite smile greets the Void-born from below as Yelisaveta extends her hand forwards. Laskin, huh? How would I know if your ship's been or hasn't been there? Perhaps he wishes to ensure we are who we are. I'm not that green, Visan ur Altanom... You'll need to do better. "Ah, do forgive my adjutant, I'll personally reprimand her whenever I'm able. I'm greatly honoured by your personal visit to see my retinue and I accustomed and settled in." , she says in a chipper voice. "As for the quarters, please, there's no need.", she offers a pearly white smile. "While the offered quarters are undoubtedly better, I'd be spending most of my time nose-deep into Administratum minutiae." She leans forward conspiratively. "And I'm sure my technical assistant would be very much distracted by your fine vessel, and I need him at his best."

She cusps her palms. "However, we should be here for a few days. Please, do inform us whenever you'd like to join me aboard for a drink, and we'll be happy to accomodate our schedule for your visit.", she tilts her head. We're staying here, and we're not divulging anything. Though, if I didn't offer, we'd be downright suspicious for being so secretive. Just playing busy.

Scrutiny to determine if he's dropping the name of the colony as a test, TN 38: 1d100 ⇒ 89
Charm, +10 if either Etiquette or ur Altanom is a noble House, TN 46: 1d100 ⇒ 54

"I'll be the negotiator.", Yelisaveta adds a moment later with a stern voice, pausing to glance if anyone objects. "I've actually been a part of negotiations in the past. And I've seen them go bloody, too."

A way that I've dealt with resetting Fate Points over PbP, is having them go again every 3-5 'encounters' or so, with the strict understanding that that's entirely up to the GM to decide so. Encounters can be social, combat or space travel ones.

Other than that - I think we've already got a general idea of what we want to do IC, and we might as well depart! Don't think we've missed anything, and we can probably decide on what name the "trading company" bears when we're actually asked, knowing OoC that we settled that with Murhzer before we left!

Nodding, Yelisaveta taps her lips in consideration. Hmm..., she furrows her brows, only for the analyst to chip in with a counterpoint quicker than she can. "Why, yes. Good point." Nodding, she summarises. "So the cover story is - we're part of a potential business partner, eager to open relations with House Tadrian, with particular interest in the average ore. Being business-savvy, we're looking to inspect the mine, before going to Lo. We'll need to convince whoever's in charge, but the lie should work for itself after that." A smile appears on her face. "As we say on Volg, aim high when you piss."

Her eyes accompany Zoll warily as he leaves the room, before turning back at Muhrzer, picking up a dataslate herself, before giving a glance at Naltus. The mutant has a vocabulary., she notes, the dataslate taking her attention once more.

"Of course, Agent Muhrzer - what I meant was there was confirmed heretical, or at least seditious presence in the past.", Yelisaveta replies to the smaller man. "Means we're more likely to suspect the cause to be within, rather than outside influence."

Sending another smile at the psyker, Yelisaveta nods. "True, true." She lights another lho-stick, glancing at the ceiling as she exhales a trail of smoke. What would work... "Negotiators from a newly minted manifactorum on a neighbouring world. Would explain us arriving from out of nowhere without a delay - our voidship was unfortunately delayed. Would explain why we're here, and why we're asking questions about the mine, both overt and covert."

The rough accent slowly begins to disappear as Yelisaveta begins to walk around the room. "Explains the negotiator and a family representative,", she points to herself and Caius, "their two rather exotic bodyguards,, her hand points to Naltos and Zimm with a smile, "the two encyclopedic experts,", she points towards Ptah and Havelock, "and travelling the warp calls people to be prepared for anything, and lends one to steadfast prayer." Nodding at Balthasar and Julien, she turns to Murhzer. "Simple enough cover to maintain, makes us boring enough to not stand out if everything's seemingly normal." She shrugs. "And if it's all drysnja by the time we arrive - we have a good excuse to lie low and unaffiliated until we figure out exactly what's going on. Can this be arranged?"

Tilting her head at Balthasar, she raises a curious eyebrow. "To your question, I aim to get well with people. If that fails, to aim well at people."

I'm still working (as I'm in an essential job), and I've had to go out for a grand total of 24 hours over the weekend. Should be able to do a post a day from now on, but now I go and sleep.

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."

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.

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.

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...

Ah. The errata makes sense regarding the visor. I think, while contacts are undoubtedly cooler, we'll get to that point in the future!

I think a red dot sight might make a lot of sense on something like a shotgun than it would on a sniper, especially regarding the single shot.

It does seem great, actually, I'll take a longer look at the tools book tomorrow to finalise it. But now that your mentioned it, a bodyglove and a few sets of clothing might work even better than always fancy all the time!

Great!

I think my +3 will go to Agi, as that's bound to be my second most used attribute.

Regarding the gear - Love it, that's basically all I needed to start. I suppose I'll go for the mesh cloak, with it being a well tailored, fashionable dress. The combat coat, I suppose, will have to wait until the future.

I'll use the extra Thrones to buy a Grapnel, a pair of Photo Contact (CRB, p.148) and a Red-Dot Laser Sight for my Hack Shotgun. Should leave me with 20, which oughta cover a bribe at some point.

I think Paizo connected a populat add-on to the basic functionality when they got the portraits working.

Yeah, speaking of the gear, I think my initial idea was a Death Light Lasgun, a Mesh Cloak (or Flak Greatcoat!) and trading my initial shotgun for a Hack Shotgun. Carnodon pistol may or may not be required.

Hmm...

Regarding gear, a Xeno-mesh would be an excellent semi-clothing armour. Moreso if it's Good Quality, as I don't plan on getting shot too often!

Weapons wise, a Carnodon pistol (The Inquisitor's) would be great, or (probably not, since it's entirely too good), a Vox Legi shotgun (Arbites book), would be excellent for Yelisaveta. Anything that isn't the bog-awful starting scum gear.

Oh! Didn't know avatars are back, that's great news!

The Lion Cleric here, checking in with the alias. Wow, this really is a fast moving thread!

Alas, the portrait issue still isn't fixed, this is a carryover from the last game.

@Oblivion's Scion - that sounds even better! Free stuff is better than no free stuff. I'll probably pick up Scrutiny, Peer(Mercantile) instead of the secondary Underground, and tack on Literacy(Underground) - you need to know what the scum are saying behind your back!

Corruption: 1d5 ⇒ 5

Lifting the lasgun in her hand, Yelisaveta runs down the corridor with a clacking noise. "I really miss my shotgun now.", she mutters under her breath, as she flicks the switch to overcharge. "Konstantine, I don't suppose you brought a spare for myself?", she winks at the Arbitrator, raising the lasgun to bring to bear towards the assailant as soon as he's in sight.

If she reaches him in one move, she'll open fire.
BS, TN 69: 1d100 ⇒ 48
Damage, Pen 4: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Initiative: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Turning around to stare down the hallway, Yelisaveta reaches for her non-existant bag, as she sees a bomb flying her way. "Duck!", she barks out, attempting to dodge the blast.
Dodge: 1d100 ⇒ 97
Fate Re-roll: 1d100 ⇒ 49 Hah! Pass by 1, 1 FP remains

Shaking her head, Yelisaveta slowly steps on the ground, nodding at Binerith. "Thank you, Tech-Priest.", she replies curtly, straightening her dress. Turning her vicious gaze at Mayweather, she takes a couple of steps in the man's direction, looming several inches above the man. "Locutor Mayweather. I would very much prefer not to react at a first glance. Because that will get you killed. If anything, my presense here gives the enemy another target that isn't you.", she spits out through her pursed lips. Coward.

Scoffing at the lasgun, she checks the weapon. "Disgusting.", she comments, at everything in general, then looks at the two armed men. "Any success in finding the location of the hidden ship? We need to make haste. If that didn't work, the eldar witch mentioned a ship of her own.", she reports, wincing at a wound. "So we should move. Away.", she suggests, clearly irritated.

Hey!

I'm just letting you know, due to general bull happening in my life, I'll have to be off of Paizo for a while. Hopefully, I'll be back in a week or so, but until then, I'll be unavailable. All the best, and see you soon, I hope!

No bother, I think I've got an idea to give all of us something to do.

Yelisaveta nods at nobody in particular, her eyes turning cold all of a sudden, as a wicked smile flashes across her face for a second. You're not doing that, сволоч., she thinks, looking at the two communicating. She looks around for a second, before tapping into her vox-bead, relaying to the ears of the entire retinue.

"There will be a demonstration of the oracular powers of the Gilded Widow soon, and for Master Nonesuch nonetheless. There will be a messenger going for him. I'd say shoot the messenger, but you've always been so much more... resourceful in those things. Prevent him coming for as long as possible.", she curls her lips in a wicked smile.

"Konstantine, Albaras, find Locutor Mayweather, and aid him in finding the ship. Any means necessary, shoot the incompetent guards here if you need to. And enjoy yourselves.", she smiles.

Yelisaveta marches gleefully towards the Gilded Widow, and greets Mourner Greel with a smile. "Mourner! I'd like to open the bid for the Gilded Widow. It's so... beautiful, is it not?"

How many Thrones were we given for the bidding?