*Talks with people, Rob generally keeps to himself. He has seen many things on Krieg that he will never forget*
"I've seen worse than this...we all have."
"I've seen worse than this...we all have."
WH40K Roleplay Thread Ending; "Who Knew?"
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Over hears Rob's mutterings.HDRob Inglis said:
"Come now, many men have seen terrible things, brothers being slain and friends getting killed, but it is with the light of the Emperor that we must stand true in. For it will always guide us and keep us strong. The heritics on this ship have left the light and have been purged with the Emperors wraith! This is not to say that all men who die are herititcs. Those who do are sent to the Emperor himself to live a life of service and peace. The heritics burn and suffer in the Emperors light."
*Calls back to Galt*
"I'm afraid that I cannot be of much help in determining our exact location, without the aid of the navigator's third Eye. I can sense our distance from His Holy Light...we are about as far away from Terra as our destination. Whether we are near the planet itself or not, I cannot say.
Emperor forgive me, I am of little more help now. I dare not risk using more power to find out our exact location, lest my 'other side' assume control...his words would guide us into a maelstrom. I apologize, my Lord."
"I'm afraid that I cannot be of much help in determining our exact location, without the aid of the navigator's third Eye. I can sense our distance from His Holy Light...we are about as far away from Terra as our destination. Whether we are near the planet itself or not, I cannot say.
Emperor forgive me, I am of little more help now. I dare not risk using more power to find out our exact location, lest my 'other side' assume control...his words would guide us into a maelstrom. I apologize, my Lord."
::On The Bridge::
Ophelia fixes her gunner with a stern glance. "Is that what it has come to Maeror? The last of my crew questioning me? We are swimming with treacherous sharks here old friend. Best we just lock our doors and not interfere in Imperial affairs. We were deemed useful enough for this voyage to escape incarceration, let's not squander that gift."
The Captain looks back at her charts. "If you truly have nothing to do, find someone to clean up the mess in the common room. If we can't have a safe ship, let us at least have a clean one. You're dismissed Maeror."
OOC: Read the character descriptions, you're actually the only PC I have any control over. I'm a privateer Captain, this is my ship, you're my main gunner. I mention in one of my first posts that my original crew had been convicted, so you and I are the last original members of Nox Invictus.
Ophelia fixes her gunner with a stern glance. "Is that what it has come to Maeror? The last of my crew questioning me? We are swimming with treacherous sharks here old friend. Best we just lock our doors and not interfere in Imperial affairs. We were deemed useful enough for this voyage to escape incarceration, let's not squander that gift."
The Captain looks back at her charts. "If you truly have nothing to do, find someone to clean up the mess in the common room. If we can't have a safe ship, let us at least have a clean one. You're dismissed Maeror."
OOC: Read the character descriptions, you're actually the only PC I have any control over. I'm a privateer Captain, this is my ship, you're my main gunner. I mention in one of my first posts that my original crew had been convicted, so you and I are the last original members of Nox Invictus.
Coming slowly round, Gremlin found himself still on the bridge. Not quite dumped in a corner, but a bed would've been nice to wake up to. Still, he couldn't have been out too long. The pain in his leg had reduced to a dull throb, which seemed impressive enough to warrant a look. He lifted his head.
"By slaanesh's sixteenth nipple.." He muttered in awe, as he looked down his leg.
You'd never imagine it had been made out of junk parts belonging to a drunk sentinel pilot. It had a roughness to it, oddly square and blocky, but the whole, to Gremlin's eyes at least, was quite pleasing. He tried to wriggle his foot, and found it responded like his organic foot had done, with the addition of quiet mechanical noises.
He looked around to find the tech-priest. "Larenxis!" he called. "Damn, you've outdone yourself!" He hauled himself to his feet. The pain increased, but he put it behind him. Finding himself still slightly unsteady, he braced himself against a wall. "So... can I kick through walls now?" a slight grin crept across his features.
"By slaanesh's sixteenth nipple.." He muttered in awe, as he looked down his leg.
You'd never imagine it had been made out of junk parts belonging to a drunk sentinel pilot. It had a roughness to it, oddly square and blocky, but the whole, to Gremlin's eyes at least, was quite pleasing. He tried to wriggle his foot, and found it responded like his organic foot had done, with the addition of quiet mechanical noises.
He looked around to find the tech-priest. "Larenxis!" he called. "Damn, you've outdone yourself!" He hauled himself to his feet. The pain increased, but he put it behind him. Finding himself still slightly unsteady, he braced himself against a wall. "So... can I kick through walls now?" a slight grin crept across his features.
Gremlin looked down at the sandwich, a warmth spreading through his chest. He began to chuckle. The biggest sign of affection he'd ever seen Larenxis show, and it was a sandwich. "This whole mission is the craziest thing I've ever known" he laughed quietly. He shook his head and, smiling, took a bite out of the sandwich.
*Lowers gun*
All I've done is man turrets. I know next to nothing about the real you. I've followed orders and not asked questions. That second part may change, though. If someone else dies, I'll be asking plenty of questions.
*Storms off, muttering*
It's been way too long since I've pulled this trigger...
All I've done is man turrets. I know next to nothing about the real you. I've followed orders and not asked questions. That second part may change, though. If someone else dies, I'll be asking plenty of questions.
*Storms off, muttering*
It's been way too long since I've pulled this trigger...
Sorry for the late update, this week's been a mixture of crippling sickness and school projects for me.
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After Gremlin got his leg back, life on the ship seemed to return to normal. Verendus? death seemed to have simply faded into the background of normal life on a ship stranded out in the middle of nowhere. Down in the hold, Brandon and Semmek were discussing the recent turn of events.
Semmek took a long draw on his cigarette, ?Look Brandon, this whole situation has gotten completely out of hand. Who knows how long until ?our comrade? decides that we don?t fit into their plan just right and decides for us to get the axe??
Brandon looked over his shoulder, trying to make sure no one was watching them. ?I don?t know, Semmek, I doubt they?d try to pull anything on us. Wolvaroo was disposable, simply extra muscle. We all decided he would just get in the way.?
?Of course, but still, I didn?t expect him to be sent after Zen. Emperor?s tits, anyone could have told you that was suicide! I don?t see why he wasn?t just killed like the rest, no witnesses or incriminating evidence.? Semmek looked troubled, he slowly brought the cigarette down, it?s orange glow was the only light in the room.
?Listen, he had to die anyways, it was getting hard enough to control him as it was. He was getting to excited over this rogue governor debacle. Why not send him after Zen? He?s just another shot in this war.?
Semmek nodded in agreement, he tried to mull over the past few days in his mind.
?Ah, it seemed so easy, kill off Zen, hijack the ship, and then fly off into the great dark yonder. The life of a vigilante, Brandon, that?s what we were meant to have, striking down whatever we saw as bad. It all seemed so perfect?and now look at us. Half of the crew?s dead, Zen still breathing down our necks. This just went from bad to worse.?
?Listen to me, it?s gonna work out, ya hear? Just let our agent do what needs to be done and we?re fine, they can?t get out of this mess without a crew. And where does that crew come from? Why, you and me. We?ve got the best seats in the house, just let the play unfold before you.? Brandon seemed to speak just to assuage his own fears.
Unnoticed by the two conspirators in the hold, a gaunt figure crossed the catwalks above. They reached into a small jerkin and pulled out a couple of flaky yellow tablets. Once they?d crossed to the vent control on the other side, they sealed off this area and popped the two tablets into the mister with a flick of the wrist. Before the smoke had begun to filter in through the vents, the assassin had slipped through an air-seal back into the halls. ?Never over-estimate your worth? the figure joked as they cheerfully plodded down the corridor.
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Hours later, Inglis and Maeror pried open the airlock and saw a ghastly sight in the hold. Inglis immediately fastened his mask to his skull, he?d seen this before on Krieg. The two bodies lay bloated in the middle of the great chamber, a single spotlight shown down on them as if to display them to the world. They were covered in all manner of sores and buboes. Inglis immediately identified the chemical. ?Mustard E-83...By the Emperor, I?d thought I?d seen the last of it on Krieg??
Before Inglis could uproot his feet, Maeror signaled to Ophelia that he?d found two bodies in the hold. Within minutes, the entire crew was on the bridge poring over the surveillance tape. The killer had struck again, and now they new it had friends.
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After Gremlin got his leg back, life on the ship seemed to return to normal. Verendus? death seemed to have simply faded into the background of normal life on a ship stranded out in the middle of nowhere. Down in the hold, Brandon and Semmek were discussing the recent turn of events.
Semmek took a long draw on his cigarette, ?Look Brandon, this whole situation has gotten completely out of hand. Who knows how long until ?our comrade? decides that we don?t fit into their plan just right and decides for us to get the axe??
Brandon looked over his shoulder, trying to make sure no one was watching them. ?I don?t know, Semmek, I doubt they?d try to pull anything on us. Wolvaroo was disposable, simply extra muscle. We all decided he would just get in the way.?
?Of course, but still, I didn?t expect him to be sent after Zen. Emperor?s tits, anyone could have told you that was suicide! I don?t see why he wasn?t just killed like the rest, no witnesses or incriminating evidence.? Semmek looked troubled, he slowly brought the cigarette down, it?s orange glow was the only light in the room.
?Listen, he had to die anyways, it was getting hard enough to control him as it was. He was getting to excited over this rogue governor debacle. Why not send him after Zen? He?s just another shot in this war.?
Semmek nodded in agreement, he tried to mull over the past few days in his mind.
?Ah, it seemed so easy, kill off Zen, hijack the ship, and then fly off into the great dark yonder. The life of a vigilante, Brandon, that?s what we were meant to have, striking down whatever we saw as bad. It all seemed so perfect?and now look at us. Half of the crew?s dead, Zen still breathing down our necks. This just went from bad to worse.?
?Listen to me, it?s gonna work out, ya hear? Just let our agent do what needs to be done and we?re fine, they can?t get out of this mess without a crew. And where does that crew come from? Why, you and me. We?ve got the best seats in the house, just let the play unfold before you.? Brandon seemed to speak just to assuage his own fears.
Unnoticed by the two conspirators in the hold, a gaunt figure crossed the catwalks above. They reached into a small jerkin and pulled out a couple of flaky yellow tablets. Once they?d crossed to the vent control on the other side, they sealed off this area and popped the two tablets into the mister with a flick of the wrist. Before the smoke had begun to filter in through the vents, the assassin had slipped through an air-seal back into the halls. ?Never over-estimate your worth? the figure joked as they cheerfully plodded down the corridor.
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Hours later, Inglis and Maeror pried open the airlock and saw a ghastly sight in the hold. Inglis immediately fastened his mask to his skull, he?d seen this before on Krieg. The two bodies lay bloated in the middle of the great chamber, a single spotlight shown down on them as if to display them to the world. They were covered in all manner of sores and buboes. Inglis immediately identified the chemical. ?Mustard E-83...By the Emperor, I?d thought I?d seen the last of it on Krieg??
Before Inglis could uproot his feet, Maeror signaled to Ophelia that he?d found two bodies in the hold. Within minutes, the entire crew was on the bridge poring over the surveillance tape. The killer had struck again, and now they new it had friends.
"The heritic never works alone. It corrodes the iperial empire away from the inside. I expected this at least, but with the thinning of ranks we draw closer to the main instergator. I would doubt it was Gremlin nor Inglis for even know these methods familiar to himself, wouldn't openly use it and then give it away for everyone to know."
The Inquisitor pondered to himself.
"Who in the Emperor is doing this?"
The Inquisitor pondered to himself.
"Who in the Emperor is doing this?"
EDIT OOC: Hmm... This makes more sense if it is before Galt's post. Just pretend!
Ophelia stares numbly at the ship's roster - at the long columns of friends and companions no longer present, their names struck-through as if to highlight the fact. Maeror's name glares at her - defiant. With heavy hands she types a dismiss command, and a bold stroke obscures the gunner's details. A single page is displayed on the main screen.
CREWMAN JAET GRANT :: CONVICTED
CREWWOMAN PENELOPE GRANT :: CONVICTED
MIDSHIPMAN HOLMES :: CONVICTED
LIEUTENANT JONRAN :: CONVICTED
FIRST GUNNER MAEROR :: DISMISSED
CAPTAIN OPHELIA PENDRA :: ACTIVE
ENSIGN VICTORIA PENDRA :: REQUISITIONED
CREWMAN STAM QUIN :: CONVICTED
NAVIGATOR HOWE XIAN :: REQUISITIONED
Ophelia sighs, and - closing the screen - walks off to the galley. Supposedly the Magos makes a good sandwich.
OOC: Damn, I couldn't get strikethrough html code to work.
Ophelia stares numbly at the ship's roster - at the long columns of friends and companions no longer present, their names struck-through as if to highlight the fact. Maeror's name glares at her - defiant. With heavy hands she types a dismiss command, and a bold stroke obscures the gunner's details. A single page is displayed on the main screen.
CREWMAN JAET GRANT :: CONVICTED
CREWWOMAN PENELOPE GRANT :: CONVICTED
MIDSHIPMAN HOLMES :: CONVICTED
LIEUTENANT JONRAN :: CONVICTED
FIRST GUNNER MAEROR :: DISMISSED
CAPTAIN OPHELIA PENDRA :: ACTIVE
ENSIGN VICTORIA PENDRA :: REQUISITIONED
CREWMAN STAM QUIN :: CONVICTED
NAVIGATOR HOWE XIAN :: REQUISITIONED
Ophelia sighs, and - closing the screen - walks off to the galley. Supposedly the Magos makes a good sandwich.
OOC: Damn, I couldn't get strikethrough html code to work.
Larenxis seemed slightly more bothered by these deaths, as though he were growing more sensitive. Even with this change, he spoke in a calculating tone.
"How powerful are those tablets?" he asked, not knowing much of poisons. "Would two be able to kill three or more?"
"How powerful are those tablets?" he asked, not knowing much of poisons. "Would two be able to kill three or more?"
"I'm not aware of the toxin's potency but I feel our killer put more than was necessary for the murders, the very air seems to darken the screen.
Also, judging by the speed at which the toxin was dispersed into the room, this was a calculated effort, you can't just brew this up in a lav-tub. Whoever did this had connections, odds are they're prepared to take out the whole ship with this. If I were you, I'd keep my respirator handy until we find our heretic."
Also, judging by the speed at which the toxin was dispersed into the room, this was a calculated effort, you can't just brew this up in a lav-tub. Whoever did this had connections, odds are they're prepared to take out the whole ship with this. If I were you, I'd keep my respirator handy until we find our heretic."
"I always keep it handy," Larenxis told Galt without realizing it may be considered odd. "If it could've killed more, wouldn't the killer have coaxed more people into the room? It seems these aren't random killings, so it leads me to conclude the killer does not want us all dead."
Magos Titanica Larenxis paced a little. "I do not know enough about our mission to know what someone could gain from this, forgive me if I can't help with investigations."
Magos Titanica Larenxis paced a little. "I do not know enough about our mission to know what someone could gain from this, forgive me if I can't help with investigations."
"If that were so Brother Johnathan, the heritic would have used it by now. This ship is large, perhaps he only has a small amount to use and can't waste it."John Galt said:
Who could have done this? Pie? He doesn't seem to have any reasons, but he has been keeping back. Lrenxis? He seems to have the technical know how for most of the attacks? But I'm sure a man like that would rather the mission to claim the God Machine. What if the God Titan was a form of payment? Rain eyes Larenxis. The technopriest has the means to nutrilise the poison in his body.
"Galt, what are your feelings on the subject of who killed who?"
Gremlin stood with his arms crossed, glaring at the floor. He looked about him, noting several vent shafts. "This doesn't make sense." He said. Surely the guy could've just filled the bridge? That would've killed us all no issues. But.. I spose if anyone had a gas mask they'd just have to find whoever wasn't on the bridge." He gnawed a finger thoughtfully.