WH40K Roleplay Thread Ending; "Who Knew?"

[The Reverend]

Verendus felt the ship jolt out of warp, followed by a rumble that could only have been an explosion. Muttering a curse to himself, he gave orders to the guardsmen in the hold, to keep them calm. Last thing anyone needed was a panic. He activated the Intercom.
"Could someone please tell me what is going on up there?!" he said, sitting down against the wall. This could only mean the jump was sabotaged. He began to think, who, and why, would want to sabotage this ship?

 

[Singing Gremlin]

OOC: Isn't it the navigation spire thingy where it all happened, as opposed to the bridge?

Hearing the intercoms, Gremlin swore violently. Keeping the pistol fixed on Irish he walked over to the intercom and jabbed the button "Who died?" He demanded "And to anyone in charge, I'd like to suggest ordering me to put a bullet between the eyes of this daemonhost here and now! I don't care if it's the murderer, right now it's a liability we do not need!" He sighed and slumped against the wall, running one hand over his face. "God I need a drink" he mumbled to himself. Steadying the pistol with both hands, he waited for a reply.

 

[GenHellspawn]

Hellspawn ran down from the defense control room back down to the bridge.
"I got here as soon as I confirmed we weren't attacked. I guess i'm one of the few people here uninjured, and as of now I've no orders."

 

[Easykill]

Lt. Killion Enters-

"Shit"

Picks up Kalidan and carries him fireman style to the Med bay, leaves him, and goes to his quarters. He needed his gun.

 

[John Galt]

OOC: Isn't it the navigation spire thingy where it all happened, as opposed to the bridge?

Well, seeing as how the ship crashed into another dimension, it's plausible that people got shifted around a bit and that the ship as a whole is damaged.

 

[Singing Gremlin]

OOC: Isn't it the navigation spire thingy where it all happened, as opposed to the bridge?

Well, seeing as how the ship crashed into another dimension, it's plausible that people got shifted around a bit and that the ship as a whole is damaged.

ah, thinking he is. blame it on the warp, good call ^^

 

[John Galt]

*Galt looks into the melted pile of rubble near Shastus. He pulls out what appear to be the remains of a parcel*

"Whoever made this seems to have a pretty crude knowledge of incindiaries, if a real expert had put any thought into it then it would have killed Kalidian, whoever's done this has set us up. This is just a decoy, something to throw us off their trail, maybe make us look over our shoulder when they're standing right in front of us..."

*Galt presses in on a small box at his neck*

"Gremlin, keep that host alive, I want to ask him a few questions later..."

 

[John Galt]

ah, thinking he is. blame it on the warp, good call ^^

Well, if I said "a wizard did it", you'd think me a poor game manager.

 

[Singing Gremlin]

Gremlin sighed. "Yes sir." He said, relaxing his grip on the pistol. "Got lucky this time, daemon. Though maybe not, Galt ain't known for gentle inquiries. Would've been less painful for us both to have you shot, mate. You'd be dead and blissfully ignorant, and I'd be able to go drink something alcoholic. Galt'd skin me if he found me guarding you while pissed.."
Gremlin shuddered at the thought.

 

[Singing Gremlin]

ah, thinking he is. blame it on the warp, good call ^^

Well, if I said "a wizard did it", you'd think me a poor game manager.

True... But if you blamed Tzench least you'd be brownie points for lore.

 

[GenHellspawn]

"Fuckin' A, Gremlin. Why is he on the freakin' ship anyway? So we have an extra pain in the ass to deal with?"

 

[Singing Gremlin]

Gremlin shook his head. "Hell if I know. Perhaps to threaten this governor. Ha! We're really gonna intimidate him, ain't we? Turning up in a battered ship with a dead navigator and half the crew kicked the bucket! And, the other half wildly accusing the other of killing the first half." He rested his head in his hands and muttered. "We're so screwed."

 

[irishdelinquent]

"It is not wise for you to speak of matters you know nothing of, my friend" Irish says calmly to Gremlin. "Despite my...affliction...I am still a loyal servant of the God-Emperor. My lord, Inquisitor Galt, is sure of my abilities, and has his reasons for my attendance. Perhaps, in the end, you will be glad that I was on board."

*Irish calmly sits down in his chamber, appearing to meditate*

 

[GenHellspawn]

OOC: That monolgue really makes me think he's the killer

 

[John Galt]

*During Irish's meditation, Galt returns to the hold, Gremlin lets him into the null chamber, but Irish doesn't notice. Galt calmly walks over to Irish's relcining form and pulls out a strange icon.*

"Hct'neezt!Sto sursum everto!"

*Irish's eyes glaze over once more, the Delinquent says sarcastically.*

"Oh what do you want of me oh...maaasterrrr?"

*Galt holds his icon out before the demon, its eyes fixate upon it.*

"Should you wish to enjoy the physical realm foul creature, you shall tell me what you think of the recent attempt on our lives."

*The demon mutters something in a foreign tongue. Galt nods and steps out into the control booth. Gremlin looks at him suspiciously*

"He's right, this bombing has just complicated our situation. The killer has either made a horrible mistake and put themself in a vulnerable position, or...perhaps the bombing was just a feignt, perhaps our friend has just tried to convince us of their presumed inexperience. Either we hesitate until another man dies, or we act now. Either way, this will be very bloody."

 

[The Sorrow]

Pssh. Anyone who can't look a man in the face and say his name before killing him ain't worth my time. Call me if there's a firefight. Otherwise, you're on your own.

 

[The Sorrow]

Or just let me kill him when you find him.

 

[PurpleRain]

"Back to the guessing games again Johnathan? I've moved Kialidan to the wards so he should be alright for now. The Emperor will grace him with the strength to pull through. As or now, that Killion fellow, I don't trust him. He shows a complete disrespect to his commanding officer even though the Commissar is decent anouth to save his Emperor forsake arse. being traitores (is that even a word) is the first step to being a Heritic. I will keep my eye on him. As for now this whole ship seems to be damned. Contradition to what many believe, I'm not comfortable with the thought of travelling through the warp with an unknown heritic in our mists."