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ArcturusV

2014-09-08, 11:22 PM

The 741st year of the 41st Millennium, Terran Standard Date 321.

From various worlds you have been gathered by the man you know as "Agent Erathi". Subtly moved across the Imperium by everything from Charterist Captains in luxurious passenger quarters feeding off the best rations void farers could dream of, to ramshackle crates on the verge of breaking down run by crews of less than obvious piety and repute, eating things you were pretty sure used to be the crew turned into a nutrient paste.

Through it all "Agent Erathi" has remained quiet. Dressed in his Commissariat uniform at all times, he has lead a brutal, silent regime. Sticking to himself other than to tell people which ships you were transferring to, and where to go, drilling and practicing constantly with his blade in whatever practice space he could get to.

Earlier today you rendezvoused with a battered transport vessel bearing a figurehead of the Imperial Aquila surrounded by three large planets. You are currently in transit between your current fairly luxurious ship that you believe may have belonged to a Rogue Trader's Dynasty, to this battered ship. The transfer is being done in deep space, far from any system you can notice through the limited view available to you as the Lander moves towards the docking bay of the Transport.

Agent Erathi has been acting differently, you notice him starting to smile a bit, his hand tends to rest on his bolt pistol at all times. As your lander flies towards the transport he finally turns towards the gathered group of Acolytes. He takes a deep breath and stands at ease, except for his left hand still on his bolt pistol at his hip.

"Men..." he said, ignoring the fact that some of you had softer curves, "... for the duration you are now Specialist Auxiliaries attached to the 227th Hexen Lancers, embarked on the vessel Enduring Burden," from behind his back he pulled out a Data-slate from his pack, handing it out for you to pass around and look in turn. It contained your cover IDs. Nothing too odd, Lucia's was a simple enough status as exactly what she was, a Medicae Auxilia. Konnen as being a beast trainer to deal with the animals of the Lancers. Hasta as a Psychic Advisor to Erathi himself. Zuriel as a Tech Auxilia, Quarel and Tidus as specialists in their fields. It played to your strengths and allowed you to mostly use your own backgrounds... except for being tithed to the Guard and assigned to the Regiment.

"At some point in the next week the Enduring Burden is going to be attacked. Your mission is NOT to stop the attack, or fight off the boarders when they come. Your mission is to discover why they are there, how they knew the location of the Enduring Burden, and find a way to discover where these attackers come from."

He turned and paced to the side of the lander, a small locker there. Pressing his right thumb to the lock reader, it clicked open and he swung it up. Inside was a small collection of items, packed carefully around foam fill to keep it from jostling around, or possibly breaking. He gestured for you to come over in order to get your Mission Gear for this mission.

To Lucia there was a vial of a strange chemical, fit for an injector as would be in her Medicae Kit, "For use in capture," he explained to her, not mentioning anything more about what might be in it.

To Hasta what seemed to be an Imperial Tarot Deck, wrapped in silver. He didn't give any instructions or comments with it, merely handing it over as if he was glad to be done with it.

To Konnen a small ring, though he demonstrated that the simple silver ring could have the setting of the gem twisted 90 degrees, and a small little barb came out of the other side of the ring, "Injects a tech-widget, use it on something you want us to track, one use only, use wisely."

To Titus a Data-Slate, "Contains detailed records of the ship crew as known at this time, may not be complete, but should help you investigate."

To Zuriel an Auspex, it seemed a rugged, battered model that might have seen some hard use in less than ideal conditions, still Erathi said, "High quality, use it well."

And to Quarel, a set of goggles. He demonstrated the controls of it a little to the feral worlder, "Lets you see people by their heat, even in darkness," he explained, not sure how much technology the Feral Worlder was really trained in. He took a moment to show how it was worn.

"All items are property of the Inquisition, they are expected to be returned in working order when this is over," he said straightening up and closing the Locker again. "We have about 10 minutes until we land on the Enduring Burden, last chance to ask me questions. After this the only one who should have regular contact with me is Acolyte Hasta. Bring concerns to me through her. Try to blend in as best you can. This is a covert investigation. I don't want a trail of bodies among my troopers, I don't want everyone in a panic about your presence. Do you understand?"

Cilvyn

2014-09-09, 04:27 AM

Sister Lucrezia

Sister Lucia listens careful to the commisars words. When she is handed her ID and the vial she smiles, almost smirks, amused. She takes her medkit and carefully places the vial in it and closes it up.

Once hasta is appointed as the one to go to, Lucia nods friendly at her then looking around to the group of acolytes. This will be her cell. She looks at the feral Connen and his scars on his arm and frowns a bit. Someone didn't treat those wounds with care. His very strong but rough appearance impresses her but also makes her a bit dubious what to expect from this man.

Then her eyes meet the watery blue eyes of the arbitrator. By the looks of his clothing and his smooth looking face he must be or has been a wealthy man. she questioned herself what a man of his status is doing here, maybe she had the chance to ask him that later, if it was not a sensitive topic for him.

Then the tech-priest. She nods at him a little stern, acknowledging she is happy to have someone blessed by the omnesia at her side. She has no idea how tech works and is a little shy when it comes to those fairly unknown to her, machine-men.

Lastly the young but also feral looking man, or was it still a boy?, in chaincoat. She smiles warmly at him like she is saying, it will be alright. She has little knowledge about feral words or the people who live there, but they must feel at least a little uncomfortable flying in space. Again she smiles and nods at him then turning back to the commisar.

Thank you sir, Is there anything you want me to do in particular once we board the ship?

I tried to not powerplay too many things about your appearance, If there is something I wrote here is not true according how you imagined it, please let me know and I will adjust it, for I am not the one who should decide what you look like ;)

1d100
Roll can be found Here (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=18081100&postcount=10) I failed.

What do I know about these Hexen lancers?
How will they react to a sororitas, or any of us for that matter, as auxila troops
Are there some other things I should take into account when meeting those guys?

Yuki Akuma

2014-09-09, 06:20 AM

Hasta has been in meditation for the majority of the journey so far. Occasionally, she would utter prayers or recite litanies under her breath, but rarely seemed to speak otherwise. When not meditating or eating (somehow, she seemed capable of sleeping in the same position she meditated in) she was usually found drilling herself in her sword, or her staff. She's given her name, Hasta - which Lucrezia and Titus will no doubt recognise as being 'spear' in High Gothic - but otherwise hasn't spoken much beyond one-word answers.

It is frustratingly difficult to get any sort of information on her past out of her.

As Agent Erathi addresses them, she's dressed as she usually is - tatty robes, serviceable (although not comfortable) shoes, and a padded vest that barely qualifies as 'armour'. She's holding a staff in one hand, although she's not leaning against it like some of the more frail Psykers like to do.

"Understood," she answers Erathi, with a light nod. She takes the Imperial Tarot in both hands, and carefully unwraps it to examine it. She has to stop herself from automatically shuffling it.

She looks obviously surprised when Lucrezia nods in a friendly manner at her - a crack appearing in her usual stoic expression, before she attempts to suppress it. The nod is simply returned in kind.

Cilvyn

2014-09-09, 09:22 AM

Sister Lucia

((OOC: In response to my roll))

Lucia looks puzzling for a moment and then continues Sir, if there is time, could you tell something about this regiment? I understand we need to blend in so it will be most usefull to know a littlebit before we join them. She pats her armour Will this be a problem sir?I have some clothes, probably better suiting for this operation packed with me.

Col.Straken

2014-09-09, 12:40 PM

Konnen had watched the Commissar as he trained throughout the journey on multiple ships, he was skilled with a blade but clearly had a preference for the blocky weapon he kept at his side. He had heard of Bolt weapons, but never actually seen one, they were a rarity in ganglands held only by the most prestigious and completely unknown upon the soils of Antilla. He hadn't really gained any further information about their new employer, and he hadn't tried to get anything more than was on plain sight, it was just an old habit to observe the people who gave him orders.

Once they were gathered and Agent Erathi began handing out gifts Konnen raised and eyebrow at the ring, tech always amazed him slightly at each new wonder it brought. Nodding his thanks he slid it upon one of his smaller pinkies quite conscious that it probably stuck out a dozen miles away on his dust encrusted hands. No matter how hard he scrubbed, the fine dirty brown layer of dust never seemed to leave his skin. It was nigh impossible to track a man through the heavens, and he was grateful for the help, whatever its form.

He watched as the others accepted their gifts, the heavily armoured doctor seemed friendly enough as she looked around and smiled at select people. He watched as Hasta peels the silver wrapping off the cards, something deep down told him she should have kept them covered, probably an old suspicion he thought. His eyes scanned the others having a machine man would be a great help to the group, as for the others he had little to guess what they had to offer though he was never good at reading the richer people. He finally landed upon Quarel, still a boy, but obviously from another world like Antilla. Boy he may be, but more of a man than half of the Imperium twice his age, he thought to himself again.

Turning back to the Agent he voiced his own questions his voice rumbling like distant thunder, "Fancy toys to lend, however I don't believe mine will be in working order after the mission. It is one use only." He breaks into a toothy grin before getting onto the more important matters. "How do we track this widgety? I have keen eyes, and keen nose, but I don't believe I could see or smell such an object. Also, what kind of animals do the Hexen use, it would be helpful to know how I am to keep them trained." he pondered on whether to ask his last question, surely the others had thought of this, and sometimes playing the ignorant feral worked to his advantage. "How do you know of this attack if you do not know where it is coming from?"

blacklight101

2014-09-09, 03:16 PM

For the better part of the journey, Zuriel communed with the Machine Spirits of the vessels they had been on. Some, ancient things, near as old as the Imperium; some, no older than a few centuries, almost newborns! Other times, he would walk to an Enginarium and talk with the other Techpriests and learn about the Plasma fire harnessed within, other times, with the crew that manned the Gellar Fields. For all the ships he had been on in his short life, this was the first time on a troop transport.

Looking at the dataslate passed around the group, he gleaned what information there was fairly quickly. Agent Erathi, when passing out new equipment, handed off an Auspex. Zuriel, after Erathi had walked off, tried to start the auspex and run a quick diagnostic on the poor, beaten up thing. *click* *click* You poor mistreated thing, I should have you looking better after I get you started up... come on, start. By the knowledge and power of the Omnissiah, I command you work! With a *thunk* against its side, the auspex humms to life. Always a call for the Rites of Percussive Maintenance in situations like that. He tucks the auspex under his robes and turns to the group.

Greetings fellow specialists, I suppose we are temporarily Seconded to the Hexen until the assailants show themselves. I look forward to working with you organics. He would have said it with a grin and good humor, but a steel grille over the lower half of the face doesn't leave much levity in expressions, whether or not they could see it in his one organic eye. I can see we have a tracking device, auspex, IR goggles, and a syringe I would like to examine later for... research. That aside, it seems we are left in the dark as to who these assailants are supposed to be. Im sure it should be no great matter, there seem to be enough of us on board to handle whatever incursion may happen, though I suppose caution is advised.As he spoke, he flashed the traditional Cogwheel greeting, with a slight bow, where others would show an Aquila.

Iron Warlord

2014-09-09, 05:21 PM

Titus listened closely throughout the briefing by "Erathi", occasionally glancing around at his fellow acolytes. When the data-slate was passed around he read through not only his own cover, but those of all of his compatriots. After all it is important to know who you're working with. He easily understood the value of the techy and the psyker, even the nun (if the Sorroritas tatoo was real and not a misdirection) could be explained, especially if her medical training included forensics, but the other two seemed like little more than hired muscle. While they might be good in a fight he doubted the last two would be of much value to an investigation, especially not on board a void ship.

This investigation was well outside his own experience as well. Normally he started with a crime and worked out from there. This watching and waiting for a crime to be committed was new. This couldn't be an isolated incident or there was little chance of anyone knowing the attack was coming but not knowing who or why. Perhaps some of the crew would know if there were similar incidents in recent times, there was little chance of "Erathi" sharing more if he hadn't already disclosed the relevant information. Well, if I wanted normal investigations I would have stayed on Kaithoss he thought wryly.

He slipped the data-slate he received into an inner pocket of his flak cloak after only a cursory glance, there would be time to read through it in more depth later. For now he was more interested in how the others reacted to their forthcoming mission.

Wisp_Paladin

2014-09-09, 09:52 PM

From an outside prospective, it would look that Quarl is bored with the trip. His pace around the ship is slower than you would assume with his athletic form and most conversations are met with a pure stare and responses that are a mix of Low Gothic and a rough Graxan dialect. But on the inside, Quarl is fascinate. He takes in everything that he can see.

The komandir's silent but deadly training shows his skill and silent understanding. He must be watched. The virago's voice worries Quarl slightly. There is confidence in it, almost too much. She must be watched. The sickly women doesn't look fit for this work, but if she is a psikhicheska as her forehead shows then she could kill a whole pack of stalkers without anything. She must be watched. The izplashen and all of his wounds show someone who has faced and survived great challenges. He is skillful and must be watched. The metalen korpus talks to the walls and lights. He is obviously insane and must be watched. The voin is a mystery. He looks capable but doesn't show his skills. He must be watched. Almost like the jungle. No hungry trees.

When the komandir called everyone together, Quarl took his usual spot of watching the rest of the group with a wall at his back. He approaches from the side and hesitantly puts on the goggles. He is taken aback at the new view but quickly takes stock of everyone's location and calms down before he can draw a dagger. "Unique sight this gives. It shall be used." He returns back to the side wall and listen to everyone's questions until he adds his own. "Do you want the men who attack or just their words? Are they to be killed after they give their words?"

aka: what should be done with prisoners after we answer the questions? Bring them back to you, kill them, release them, or something else?

ArcturusV

2014-09-10, 06:29 AM

Erathi refrained from giving the flippant answer that first came to mind when Sister Lucia asked her first question... he was certain that if she went around asking that someone would have a suggestion for her. Carrying on he gave her a short infusion of Data for her assignment:

"The Hexen Lancers are a decorated Regiment raised from Abnathi. Rough Riders, trained in Chemical warfare," this also answered part of Konnen's question, "They ride a large six legged Grox like beast they call a 'Triax' into battle, carries two riders, they fight in pairs typically."

"Abnathi is an underdeveloped world, highly toxic. Standard Chems may be ineffective on them. Hospitalliers are not unknown to the Regiment, only they tend to be well trained enough to tend to the their relatively unique biology."

He turned to Konnen as the man asked the 64,000 gelt question about the attack, "Above your pay grade, trooper. It is something that is known to us however. After the attack, if you have placed your trace wisely, others will be responsible for hunting down those responsible, you don't have to worry about tracking. Just get it somewhere that will do us some good."

And finally to Quarl, leveling a gaze on him, "This is a reconnaissance mission. There is no plan for the capture of a target, or it's disposal. If you see one and you have to? Put it down. If you can capture one, you will have to think on your feet to find a way to detain it, and keep it secret from the crew and the passengers. I'm sure someone will find a use for such a thing. But the priority is not to expose yourself." He paused for a moment and thought of a hunting metaphor that might appeal to the Feral Worlder better, "You are the stalker, not the killer. Make it so they run into our trap later."

Cilvyn

2014-09-10, 07:45 AM

Sister Lucrezia

Lucia stands in attention. Thank you sir. I will do the Emperors bidding, bring light to those he seems worhty and death to those who oppose him. Ave Imperator, may his light shine upon us all. She looks around the groups of her fellow acolytes, then closes her eyes praying, until they land.

Col.Straken

2014-09-10, 10:47 AM

Konnen gave a half hearted and sloppy "salute" as Erathi finished his briefing. Clearly this was one of those missions where you had no idea what you were expected to do or how, just that you had to do something. It grated on him that they were to just let the attack happen, hopefully the troops on board would be sufficiently trained to fend off the attackers. When the doctor started praying Konnen rolled his eyes, he knew that the Emperor only helped those that proved themselves, not those that begged for his attention. He stood with his arms crossed waiting to see if anyone else was going to add any more questions before settling in until the transfer.

Wisp_Paladin

2014-09-10, 01:23 PM

Quarl considers the komandir's answer until the realization hits him and then nods. "Let the lion ants take the meat so you can find the nest and deal with queen. Ok." Quarl leans back against the wall and prepares himself for this new adventure.

blacklight101

2014-09-10, 02:42 PM

The Comissar's reply to the questions was quickly added to Zuriel's dataslate. Tracking unknown foes whose attack could come at any time when we will most likely not be able to hold a prisoner, yet need more information, possibly, than a simple tracking device can offer. This small mission was sure to test their abilities, but Zuriel was confident they could complete it with the efficiency required of us by the Omnissiah.

ArcturusV

2014-09-11, 03:36 AM

And Moving On

With things seemingly more or less settled among the fresh faced Acolytes "Agent Erathi" went and took a seat on the long benches along the sides of the Lander's hold. He bowed his head slightly, eyes closed, seemingly focused inwards as he rode out the rest of the way to the Enduring Burden.

The trip took about 15 more minutes, giving people time to take their seats, exchange basic pleasantries, names, basic info as they wished so they knew each other, as not necessarily all of you have been on the trip for a long time and had a lot of "Socialization" time, or you just felt like keeping to yourself until the mission started. Who knows? Point being you have time so that ICily you can figure out who everyone is, what they do, etc, so you don't have to waste IC time later on asking questions OOCily you already know like "What CAN you do?".

As the lander comes to a stop in the Enduring Burden's lighter bay, Agent Erathi finally stands up, "Remember, covert mission, try not to draw attention to you, but you are fighting against time. Whenever the attack happens, we have to be ready. Do not waste your time. Remember your cover IDs and do attend to your duties well enough not to raise suspicion yourself. I will not save you from a firing squad."

He snapped off a quick, crisp Aquila as the engines of the lander spun down, and the landing ramp descended.

"Welcome to the Enduring Burden."

With that Agent Erathi started down the ramp, before it even finished descending, hopping clear and heading off out of sight, moving at a rapid, stately pace through the bay, seemingly knowing where he was going.

For the rest of you, there were 4 people waiting outside. Judging from their robes, they seemed to represent some branch of the Administratum, you wouldn't be surprised if they were brothers, the resemblance was uncanny. Same sort of dark black hair, trimmed short and parted to the left, similar pale complexions and green eyes. The youngest of the four seemed to be in his mid thirties, you'd guess. The oldest in his early fifties.

As you descend they bow in unison and wait for you to disembark.

Cilvyn

2014-09-11, 07:13 AM

Sister Lucrezia

After her prayer she notices the trip takes a little longer than expected. She looks around in silence not knowing what to say. It feels like back in the war, that moment when you are waiting in your rhino to disenbark. Not knowing what is out there, maybe you are surrounded and you have to fight your way out of there or maybe you are at the back requested immediatly at the medicae post to stitch up the torn off limbs of the soldiers who come back from the actual front, the best you can.

She looks at each of her fellow acolytes remembering some of the conversations they had on the ship during their trip. She met the techpriest, although he seemed to be more occupied with something he called the machine spirit, something Lucrezia was not familiar with. The psyker who seemed distant and closed, she didn't realy have an idea how to approach her and the fact that she was a psyker like those heretics during the war on her planet, made it hard for her to just talk to her out of the blue. At least they've seen her and seemd to understand her purpose here as an acolyte The others she told who she was, but just some small talk in the corridors...

Hi, I am Lucrezia Defiore, but call me Lucia or Luca.

Yes I am a sister of the Adepta Sororitas, I know it's hard to notice, hehe

About my past? wel I have been recruited by the Adepta when i was pretty young... I fought in a war on my local planet.... What side I was on? *giggle* His majesties, otherwise I wouldn't be here. But yes, I have seen some action, althoug mosty on my medicae post. I am a master chirurcheon. A hard job, especially when you know the poor guy isn't going to make it. They cry for their mothers, wifes and the only thing you can do is pray for them that they may be embrased by the Emperor

I don't have a personal life at least, never had. I just did what i was told an during free time I like to read or pray. Should I do something else then?

No I don't know who this "Erathi" fellow is. But it is not our place to question him as he is a loyal subject of his Majesty, remember that! *stern looking face*

What I am doing here. Wel as you might expect, to make sure we don't die from deseases, toxins, wounds or exploding limbs during combat... trust me it happens, it's not pretty

Uh no, I rather not join you for a drink. I have some... uh... things to do... I'll catch you later

Lucrezia stands as much in the back of the group as she is used to form her combat trainings. Waiting for Hasta to take intiative. She sees her as the leader of the group.((OOC: This is just how Lucia sees it, since Erathi appointed her as our to go to person when we want to contact him.))

Yuki Akuma

2014-09-11, 10:11 AM

Hasta is, as always, stoic and quiet. Questions are answered as laconically as possible, although she attempts to at least convey any requested information as fully as possible while still saying as few words as she can. Maybe she's shy.

Any questions about her past are, as usual, met with a total stone wall.

Once the ramp descends, she looks at Lucia for a moment, gives a small shrug of her shoulders, and descends, pulling her hood up over her forehead. The sanctioning brand is still mostly visible - she's not really trying to hide it. Yet. She returns the bow to the apparent brothers, but doesn't say anything to them. Instead, she glances towards Titus, as if expecting him to be the first to talk.

After all, he's the most well-spoken, as far as she can tell.

Col.Straken

2014-09-11, 11:45 AM

Konnen introduced himself to anyone he hadn't had a chance to before now, just giving his first name, and he new job title of Beast Tamer. It seemed fitting, its what he had always done, even before the Blood Claws took him. He had snorted when Lucia had told him about her being a medicae, the people of Antilla wouldn't have begged for their family, but he knew that most "civilized" worlds had people that did. They were too soft, had life too easy.

He took a few moments to examine his new identity, it looked just like him, it sounded just like him, bit pointless if you asked him. Once the Lander docked and Erathi had disembarked, Konnen eyed the four people that greeted them before shrugging. He walked down the ramp and when he saw that no-one else had jumped at the chance to introduce themselves he thought he should step in. "Alright lads, looks like we are your new Auxillaries. I would like to go see my new herd as soon as possible, I have heard much about the noble Triax and would like to introduce myself to them."

Iron Warlord

2014-09-12, 12:53 AM

Titus walked off of the shuttle behind the rest of the group. He had been careful when answering the questions his fellow acolytes had asked about his past, evading any real details while trying to be friendly. He fell back on his old habits of redirecting the conversation to others. There will be time enough to determine whether his new associates could be trusted with the details of his past, for now there was work to be done. Now that they have arrived at their final destination his mind switched over to the task of investigating. He returns the bow of the four robed men, but just as he's about to greet them Konnen speaks first. Titus quickly decides to let the beast handler take the lead here, but preparing to step in if things went sideways. In his experience it was always best to get as much information from those around you before revealing any information about yourself, so that is what he plans to do here.

blacklight101

2014-09-12, 07:41 AM

As Zuriel reaches the bottom of the ramp, he makes a slight bow and the sign of the Cogwheel to the robed men. As for the journey here: any questions were answered at least to a degree deemed satisfactory, any questions about his skills, anyway; few were answered about his past, as yet. A new position in the Tech Auxilia with the Regiment awaited him while he was on this vessel, for a scant few seconds, he wondered where he would be stationed and what wonders of the Omnissiah he would work around. The mission was still quite important, but knowledge gained about these systems was worth the journey in itself.

Cilvyn

2014-09-12, 12:44 PM

Sister Lucrezia

When Hasta doesn't seem to take the lead. Lucia Looks at the team and gives them a knowing look then makes the aquila and bows. Hospitaller Lucrezia Defiore reporting for duty. Thank you for the welcome. Can you please bring me to the medicae quarters I would like to get to work right away.

If they do, Lucia will whisper to the others:I will see you guys soon, i think it is best to just blend in for now.
Otherwise she will wait for something else to happen.

ArcturusV

2014-09-13, 08:38 PM

One of the four, the apparent youngest, gave another short bow to Konnen as he spoke up, "Please, come this way, sir," he said, turning to walk away. The man moved slowly enough he was easy to follow. The Lighter Bay was fairly large, 300 meters from fore to aft, 20 meters tall. The place seemed quiet for now, you could see a lot of landing craft in here, not much in the way of "Military" craft, two being serviced that might have been Lightning Fighters, or perhaps void based variants, but in their currently serviced status it was harder to tell. Several Cargo and Lifter servitors in standby, no Tech-Priests here that you could see, either they were standing down and off shift, or didn't show up until the engine spirits themselves needed to be serviced.

The adept remains silent unless spoken to, flashing the Aquila as he passes under a doorway to the interior of the ship, the twin headed Eagle a shining golden icon over the doorway.

The corridors themselves were worn, and almost homey in a word. Deck plating had signs of constant use, there were odd markings here and there, random scribbles, scratches, and so on. The place was clean, which was always nice, and the air smelt faintly of a sweet fruit blossom, though it was hard to place. The place was clean, which was always nice to experience, no build up of grease and muck along the walls and ceiling. The Adept seemed to know where he was going and confidently turned left and lead on. Opposite of the direction you could see Agent Erathi head down.

Once Lucia introduces herself, the "eldest" or at least so he looked, brother bowed and went off silently. He waited to make sure the Sister was following him, sparing glances over his shoulder constantly at her, unlike the dead ahead focus of the one who had lead Konnen off. He had a slight frown on his face, making the old lines of his features seem to deepen a bit more as he looked to the sister.

"Things run smoothly here," he told her quite unbidden, his voice sounding like crackling, aged paper as he spoke, "Stick to your duties and stay away from the crew. Do not interrupt the sacred rites of the ship. Food is delivered regularly. When the lights dim that is night cycle. Do not leave your assigned quarters during night cycle."

The old man lead Lucia to the right, rather than the left, Erathi up ahead, moving with brisk purpose compared to the slower, shuffling pace of the adept.

Wisp_Paladin

2014-09-13, 09:14 PM

Quarl joins the others going down the ramp. He gives a moment of his attention to the 4 men and quickly concludes that they are a minimal threat. So he takes a look around the rest of the landing bay trying to take in everything else, rating things from most deadly to somewhat deadly. Even when the rest of his companions start talking to the four men, Quarl keeps up his watchful vigil of this new and unknown place, with only one thing running through his mind. All these things.... All these people.... So many dangers... I must know more.

Quarl will nod to Lucia's suggestion and, following the the lead of others, tries to incorporate himself into the ship. "Where is the sleeping room? I must meet with my other guard men."

blacklight101

2014-09-13, 10:31 PM

I suppose I would be best suited to the repair bay or maintenance facility with the other Mechanicus. Would you care to direct me there? He directed the question at the nearest unoccupied adept who he hoped would lead him efficiently to his temporary place of work. Also, Zuriel hoped there was a cogitator he could access to receive a ship layout, much easier to keep track of each other that way, especially since a bulkhead would stop a microbead signal dead and the only other option was leaving a note in the others' footlockers.

Cilvyn

2014-09-14, 08:32 AM

Sister Lucrezia

Lucia walks with the man, het boots make a metallic sound when she walks on the corridor floors.
I understand she answers the man in a calm voice. If you are up to date about the situation, can you tell me something about my specific duties here? I haven't had the... pleasure of working on a ship yet, only open warzones she asks in High Gothic, assuming he can speak it, will make him think she thinks higly of him.

The keeps walkign with the man observing the way they go carefully to get an idea of the layout of the ship. or at least to get an idea how far she will be away from her friends. She pouted her lips together in doubt. Maybe she made a mistake splitting up like this, although there wasn't any other choice, but maybe she should have tried to make something else work. Wel thinking about it didn't solve this problem. She was sure her superiours wouldn't be that strict with her, they never were in the past so she would see what would happen.

If we get there who would I report to? She tries to sound as friendly as possible, hoping the guy will losen up a little and maybe will talk with her beyond the usual protocal talk.

[roll0] vs 30 I am not trained in this (so 15), but i like to roll although it probably won't affect it too much if I fail... so here we go 3/20 chance..
EDIT: if this guy is considered a member of the Imperial Guard i get a +10 due to my Peer (IG)

Col.Straken

2014-09-14, 10:41 AM

Konnen just kept his head down, clearly this guy wasn't much of a talker. He didn't attempt to memorize where he was going, ships corridors had always been an enigma to him, so cold and confusing it drove him mad trying to figure out any sort of layout. Instead he turned his thoughts onto the creatures he would be tending, and who else would be helping him. He toyed with the ring on his finger, and wondered when he would know he should use it, what if he missed his chance.

Shaking his head he prepared himself for the beasts, he was intrigued, the Dijharta often rode and used great lizard like creatures called Dregana. He had tamed several himself and looked forward to dealing with things he understood again.

ArcturusV

2014-09-16, 04:08 AM

Sister Soul

The man harumphed a little as he guided Lucia, hearing her High Gothic and her attempts as a light, friendly tone. "As far as I am concerned, you and your people are Cargo, nothing more, nothing less. Unruly, ill behaved, ugly cargo that fails to reach proper profit margins."

"Do whatever you want. I don't deal with Cargo," he sounded quite irked as he kept walking. "Don't damage the cargo, don't damage the ship. I don't care what you do beyond that. I'm sure those mewling beasts will have their own demands... they always do."

"I'd be surprised if they even have a hierarchy beyond merely 'I can beat you up'... feh!"

He kept walking as he talked, leading down the corridors, turning away so that you lost sight of Erathi as you headed towards one of the cargo holds...

He is... The Beastmaster!

After a short trip through the corridors, and one two ladders, Konnen was eventually lead towards a wide corridor, and a rather large set of doors. Keying in a short code, not hidden from Konnen's eyes, of "OHM, NAHN, CEXTH, TU" on the keypad next to the door, the doors slid open nice and easily, well lubricated. And from within a wave of heat and the smell of caged beasts who needed at least a bit more swamping out than they actually were getting.

The Adept bowed and stepped aside, letting Konnen into the massive Hold turned Stable. It was a makeshift affair, you're not sure what was normally hauled here, but it was clearly meant to be a large open space, maybe for bulk dry goods considering the walls were flat and featureless. However someone had erected a lot of crude "stalls", little more than plates of Armaplas that were temporarily secured in an upright position. You couldn't see how many there were, but it wouldn't be hard to imagine it was in the four digit range.

The beasts themselves were tall, about the size of three men standing on top of one another, covered in yellow-brownish scales. Small and soft scales rather than hard 'armor', at least from the look of it. The beasts seemed to be 10 yards long from head to tail, a stout, blocky head with eyes on the sides giving it a nearly 360 degree field of vision, occasionally flicking out a forked tongue into the air, with a lashing long tail twitching constantly.

You couldn't see anyone else in here. But it was a large hold and there could be dozens of people working in here and easily out of sight.

The Man with the Metal Mandible

The eldest of the remaining adepts nodded to the Tech-Priest and lead on, "Honored Mechanicus," he offered as they moved down the corridor. "Welcome to the ancient machine of the Enduring Burden." He spoke with a light, cultured tone, hinting at his knowledge of several languages rather than just the rough dialects of Low Gothic and whatever language had spawned on this particular vessel. "The Enginseers appease the spirits here well, I would not think they need an extra hand, but I will ask... I know the Cargo lacks dedicated Priests, there have been... incidents of unruly Machine Spirits among them and the cargo hold. But really such savages cannot be blamed. You can't expect such beasts to know better than that..." he shook his head as he lead down the same Corridors that Erathi and Lucia had gone down, though neither was in sight. "I am certain if your talents would be needed, the Enginseers will send someone for you. Though I expect your duties with the Cargo will keep you busy." His tone was not dismissive entirely, there was clearly a hint of respect for the Tech-Priest in it.

Others

The rest of you were left with the second youngest of the 'brothers', who bowed to them all, "Of course. Rest. I understand ship travel is hard on the landstriders." It was hard to place his tone, almost devoid of emotion. He turned and lead on, moving quickly as he lead down to the holds, going UP a ladder with the rest in tow.

"Recycked showers are across the hall. Food is delivered twice daily. Stay to your assigned rooms during Low Light. Avoid contact with the crew, their tasks are important and disturbances can be deadly. Do not damage the ship in your training. Do not wander the ship, not all of it is safe for those uninitiated to the dangers of life aboard a ship."

All the warnings they got, as he lead towards a corridor lined with doors. He gestured to the left, "Your quarters, set up where you want. I understand your people have their own order, of sorts. I'm sure you know it already. Facilities on the right. Do not leave this corridor, everything you need will be here."

blacklight101

2014-09-16, 02:38 PM

The Cargo Hold sounds like a place I would be needed then; I shall find the Priest in charge and begin my duties aboard the ship. Creating a cover Ident shouldn't be too hard here, especially in the cargo hold. Unruly Machine Spirits are a good reason to wander off post as well, for they must be tended to and appeased. No matter, that is all for after I am assigned duties, then comes ship layout, new contacts, and finding out what is so very important among all this cargo. Unruly Machine Spirits aren't caused for no reason, there has to be something to it.

He thanked the robed man for leading him, flashing him a Cogwheel, as is traditional with the Mechanicus. Thank you, Adept, and praise be to the Omnissiah. You were as efficient as I could have hoped an organic would be. There was a bit of humor in there, at least Zuriel believed so. Whether or not it was picked up on through that Vox grille was another matter. He would have smiled as well, if he had that much of anything organic remaining above his neck.

Zuriel proceeded to attempt to find the Adept in charge of that section and get his assignment. The sooner he is assigned, the sooner the cover Ident can take over.

Yuki Akuma

2014-09-16, 04:26 PM

Hasta closes her eyes, arms crossed over her chest. She stays in thought for a few seconds, before opening her eyes again. "I will require knowledge of Commissar Erathi's sleeping quarters, in case I need to bring him news that he was unable to anticipate contacting me for."

Col.Straken

2014-09-17, 04:16 AM

Konnen took a deep breath as the doors opened drinking in the smells and sounds with his eyes closed. He smiled the biggest smile that a man possibly could before clapping his hand against his guides back. "Heh. Smells good eh? Smells like home." Turning to the quiet man he gave him a sloppy salute and nodded, "Well I best get started, looks like these guys need a bit of care."

Without even waiting for an answer he set off and began looking over the creatures in greater detail. Making sure not to get too close until he had assessed how tame and friendly they were, he didn't really want to lose a finger... Or a leg.

Scholastic Lore (Beasts) [roll0] vs 34. Was checking for if these beasts are known to be tame or aggressive, what sort of diet they require, basic information to help look after them. But I think I might just have to ask.

Cilvyn

2014-09-17, 06:49 AM

Lucia

Lucia nods at the man, although he won't be able to see it. She is rather put out by the weird view on human beings and herself for that matter on board. She follows the man in silence for the remainder of the time hoping they will arrive to their destination as soon as possible so she can talk to someone actual human...

Iron Warlord

2014-09-17, 03:44 PM

Titus selects a room near the middle of the corridor and begins unloading what gear he has and setting up his quarters. While it was most likely the case that he and his fellow acolytes would not remain on the ship for the remainder of its voyage he certainly id not want it to look like he intended to leave on a moment's notice. Now that he has some spare time and relative privacy Titus pulls out the data slate and begins reading through it, looking through the information for any likely suspects or possible leads.

[roll0] Per: 31

Wisp_Paladin

2014-09-18, 07:40 AM

Quarl's eyes dart back and forth try to take everything in. But there is just so much and the ship is like a maze. Left, left, right, up, left...There are no landmarks. Just a metal cave. How do they find their way?

Finally, they arrive at the rooms. It does not take long for Quarl to choose a room close to Titus's. Quarl does a quick sweep of the room to ensure it is safe. Inside and away from everything Quarl decides to try out his new eyes. He turns off the lights and turns on the goggles. Once again he sweeps the room, both to ensure his safety and to notice the differences between the two forms of sight.

Afterwards, he decides to prepare himself so he sets off to find the mess hall, leaving a few strands of hair from his charm to mark the bed as his.

ArcturusV

2014-09-26, 03:53 AM

Sister Soul

It didn't take too much longer before your guide stopped and gestured towards the doors on the left of the corridor. Seemed to be a simple access, no codes or anything, he just pressed a big, shiny yellow button and it slid open.

Inside was the odd combination of incense, medicines, and a hint of blood. A familiar smell for Lucia. The place seemed quiet, for the moment. A room with enough beds to tend to 25, but at the time only two were filled, each of them with a male Medicae in what looked like standard issue Imperial Guard Greens tending to a few bruises and cuts with a combination of cleaning and prayer.

One of them looked up hearing the door open, and spots Lucia clear enough. "Who are you?" he asks in a deep, heavily accented Low Gothic. And drawing a wince from the man he was tending to as the distraction caused him to poke the man's cut a bit too hard. He didn't seem to care.

The adept started to walk away, assuming Lucia was set for now.

Konnen, the Beastmaster

The Adept nearly crumpled at your friendly pat, stumbling and having to reach out for the wall to catch himself. He seemed quite annoyed, and quite happy to see you walking in and leaving him to... well... leave.

As you studied the beasts you could make a few observations. Judging from the lack of plant matter about their 'cells'... probably were not herbivores. Which fit with the teeth you saw in their jaws. Musculature looked thick, meant for endurance rather than raw bursts of speed. You'd think the hides were quite tough and might help it shrug off minor attacks. Beyond that though, not much came to mind.

Zuriel, Ace Mechanic

The adept bowed at the compliment, or such he seemed to take of it. In silence they continued for a good 10 more minutes, deeper into the ship where you could practically hear the coursing hum of the plasma drive feeding power through the walls and that slight shifting and rattling of the deckplates which said the Void Ship was under way. As you continued you saw several servitors, apparently on a rest cycle, unaware of what was going on, holding still. Cargo loading models from the look of it. Several of them, from the appearance were very, very old. As you continued on they got fresher, less preserved, a bit rotting and the bionics attached to them relatively crude looking compared to the masterpieces earlier.

The adept didn't seem to notice, or mind, the non-active servitors as he continued onwards, to the point where the Cargo Servitors lining the halls looked almost indistinguishable from still living humans, except for a metal plate on the skull where their cranial implants were put in, and metallic bracing along the arms and torso.

The corridor came to a dead end with but a single large door, big enough for a Leman Russ to easily traverse, and the Adept stood aside, letting you open it up.

Hasta

The adept frowns, "Erathi? Erathi..." his eyes seem to unfocus for a moment, "Oh, the other cargo you arrived with. I believe his billet is one floor above, with the other higher ranking cargo." His frown deepened a bit as he studied Hasta, "Try not to make too much trouble up there."

Titus

As you study the Data-slate, little oddities tend to pop up. You're not sure what it is, just a creeping, vague sense that the information you're looking at somehow isn't 'right'. Or at least not what you'd expect from these sort of crew records. It's going to take a long time to slog through still, but there is that odd nagging sensation. Like staring at a Pict Display that was just half a degree off perfectly being squared. As you continue to look there's a few patterns that show up, but are expected. The usual clannish nature of a Void Ship and its crew, with most everyone related to some degree to everyone else on the ship. The generational nature of people's stations and roles, assigned centuries before any of them were born, and would be carried out by their descendents centuries after they pass.

Quarl

It isn't too hard to find the mess. There are Guardsmen on the ship, most of the rooms of the corridor are bunked down 20 or 30 to a room. You can hear them talking, gambling, and more than occasionally brawling. The scuffles seem to be common place between the hard men, preferring to slug it out with their fists and giving some hard shots.

On the way to the mess, you end up running into at least 8 brawls you're aware of, most of which were inconclusive. Three pick up games of dice. And one helpful recruit who at least manages to point out where the "mess" such as it is, is.

One of the larger rooms on this deck. It's not much of a mess. More like a place where the ship's crew, or some Departmento Munitorium flunky, had decided to store something that someone somewhere reasonably decided counted as "food". Boxes labeled "Grade F Departmento Munitorium Approved Rations" in Low Gothic were stacked along the walls of the room. Most of them had been broken open, and a few people were there eating. It looked like pink mush, along with stale, brown food cubes.

Cilvyn

2014-09-28, 08:33 AM

Sister Lucrezia

Lucia walks up to the two men, nods making the aquila on her chest.

Sister Lucrezia, Auxila Medicae reporting. she sais in civilized low gothic. She takes a good look around in the hall to get used to the enviroment. When one of the men walks away she out of habit goes over to one of the wounded who is not being treated at the moment, taking out her medkit and sits on the edge of the bed.

She smiles at the man. Hi I am Lucia, what is your name?
How did you get these injuries? She looks at the medicae who just walked away. If he doesn't pay attention at her anymore, she takes a good look at the mans wound to see how wel he is doing.
you are in good hands she lays her hand on the mans shoulder and then stands up again.

She walks over to the medicae who spoke to her before.
Sir, What will you have me do? There are only 2 wounded to care for, I can most likely be or more use with somethign else or smoewhere else?

Also if I may be so bold, Where are my quarters? I had a rather long trip I like to unpack my things before I get to work.

I will roll more charm since the book says you have to use it anytime you want to make someone like you...
[roll0] vs 25
[roll1] vs 30 (I get +10 from my Peer Imperial Guard . For the wounded guards man. This is more a befriendling way
[roll2] vs 30 (I get +10 from my Peer Imperial Guard . For the nasty Medicae, in a more professional way.

blacklight101

2014-09-28, 10:32 AM

Servitors shouldn't be rotting like that, its a disgrace to the works of the Omnissiah, He thought to himself. He would seek to correct this problem later, if he could. He moves forward and opens the door, hoping to find answers to the growing number of questions he has.

Col.Straken

2014-09-28, 11:34 AM

Konnen appraises the beasts, they were strange looking things but he could tell that they would be good to ride into battle. He looked around, wondering if anyone had been tending to these creatures of if they had simply been left to wallow in their own filth. Finding the calmest looking Triax before approaching it with his hand extended and avoiding making eye contact, he was determined to let them know that they would be his boss.

ArcturusV

2014-10-02, 05:15 AM

Sister Soul

By the standards of a Hospitallier the place is absolutely ghastly, a charnel house more than a Hospice. The place has a scent that you notice building up beneath the filters of your armor. Blood and other human materials that frankly should have been thoroughly cleaned away. There was a lack of Imperial Icons and Shrines dedicated to healing in here like you would have expected with the Hospitalliers. And judging from the tools and how they were treating wounds the medicae knowledge of the regiment seemed barbaric by your standards. Needles and sutures, and not much else. Needles and sutures!

The injured man narrowed his eyes, and gave you a hard glare as you started to treat him. You heard him mumble something that might have, at one point, been Low Gothic but diverged enough to be incomprehensible to you. His wounds are definitely less than life threatening. Someone had cut his eye to reduce swelling and sealed it with some salve. Smelled like plant matter and mud based.

The Medicae you approached had some blood on his hands, and was putting away a cutting knife on a table. "Likely to be more coming in soon," he said gruffly in rough Low Gothic. "Brawl should be breaking up. Runts here were the first ones, little whelps scurrying off first sign of trouble." He looked over to Lucia, "You any good? Think you can stay outta our way?"

The question about quarters were ignored for now, as he went to prep for the supposed incoming 'rush' he had mentioned. Grinding up some apparent medicine from a kit that looked more like it belonged to some Tribal Shaman with plants, dirt, and small insects among it, than the technological marvels of Lucia's kit.

Ace Mechanic Zuriel

As you open up the doors, the ancient machine spirits of the ship audibly whine loudly under the burden of swinging these rather large things open. They are clearly more than just doors, you can see their thick enough to resist conventional weapons that would be faced upon a ship to ship action, maybe even help prevent damage from a stray Lance Beam or explosive shell. The chamber is dark inside, and has a thick mist of incense that you'd recognize as being a hint of Sacred Machine Oil. Inside, a large, lumbering machine spirit dominates your view, taking up most of the chamber, practically crawled over by red robed figures conducting unending rituals.

The air practically hums with a charge of energy, and the machine glows in spots with blue and green lights the size of 10 men standing on top of one another.

Konnen, the Beastmaster

As you offer yourself up submissively, the Triax lets out a low growling sound from deep inside its throat. The head dipped down low, nearly eye level with Konnen as he kept his eyes cast away. For the moment the jaw was closed, but its head slowly came in towards Konnen's, as if it was going to push against him, and with the size difference, push against him quite hard from the likes of it.