WH40K Roleplay Thread Ending; "Who Knew?"

[Singing Gremlin]

Gremlin wandered into the barracks, hoping to catch up on some sleep. He heard the recording before he saw anything, and his blood went cold. Readying his flamer, he cautiously entered.

The blood drained from his face, and he sprinted for the nearest intercom. Jabbing the button, he shouted "Everyone, get to the barracks, now! Zen's been killed!"

He slowly approached, eye on the box, he wouldn't put it past the killer to use a bomb. It seemed a standard recording device. Gremlin reached out, bashed the 'pause' button and hurled himself back. When nothing exploded, he sat up again and regarded the corpse unhappily.

 

[Possum-Man]

The scramble for the Barracks had been hectic, with alot more shoving that there should have been. Kalidian skidded into the room, seeing Gremlin peering over Zen's corpse. The uniform was the only identifying thing on the body, it's features bloated and stretched by what looked like toxins. Kalidian grimaced, putting a cloth over his mouth and nose should the toxins still be lingering.

"Careful Gremlin, it could be contagious." warned the Interrogator as Gremlin went to prod the corpse.

 

[Singing Gremlin]

Gremlin quickly withdrew his hand. "Point taken." He replied, glancing up. He held up the recording device. "The killer left us a present with the corpse." he clicked the play button, and the macabre message played echoed through the barracks. "The bastard's toying with us."

 

[Singing Gremlin]

Gremlin tossed Pie the recording device. "Listen for yourself. That damn recording gives me the creeps." He walked away from the corpse and sat in the bunk, head in his hands "And you can tell it's Zen by the uniform" he mumbled.

OOC - yep, I'm suspecting Rain now too. Him or Ophelia

 

[GenHellspawn]

Hellspawn walked into the room, seeing zzen and smacking his head.
"At this rate, I might as well just kill myself." Hellspawn sighed. "Alright, how'd HE die?"
"Toxic gasses, apparently." said gremlin.
"Well, I guess im the only one here that can investigate this..thing." Hellspawn groaned, before pulling up his mechanical arm, which seemed much bigger than before, and a gas mask, and making an incision in the corpse's back.
"You guys might want to look away" said Hellspawn sarcasticaly, right before a whole bunch of twisted and burnt organs fell out.
"Just as I suspected, Tertionia-B5. Most common lethal gas out there. If you want to look, you can, it's not poisenous.

 

[PurpleRain]

Inquisitor Rain moved up to the obviously startled crew. They all loved Zen for what they did for them all and Rain had respect in that. His view of these people had changed from the dirt he first thought them to be, to now solider's of the highest class.

"Well it seems that the heritic ring has planted its roots more deeply then we had all expected. Either an act of desparation or the knowledge that he or she could get away with this, has led to the death of Commissar Zen. This leaves Ophilia in charge of the ship and me in charge of you. While this seems like plausable motives for our deaths let me warn you now, we are dealing with the lowest scum in the universe. Rats, vermin, people who have lost their way and must be punished. Herititcs and witches have no motives only to destroy the Emperor's plans. This means by destroying the ship and killing those onboard. We have to rat them out quickly before it continues to entagle us in its roots. Stay true to the Emperor brothers and he will guide you through this."

OOC: I vote for Inglis seeing how he's been mysteriously absent.

 

[irishdelinquent]

*Irish bobs in the medical tube. His dreams were haunted by the grisly images of the death of Zen. His slumber was disturbed further by the Delinquent. The daemon appeared to the man, revolting and yet familiar. It's words, although poisonous, spoke true. Irish knew that he must speak with the Inquisitor at once...the very survival of the crew, let alone the Imperium, could be at stake!*

"Quick! I need to speak with Rain!"

 

[PurpleRain]

"What is it Irish? You called me?"

 

[Singing Gremlin]

OOC - that seems exciting. C'mon Irish, enlighten us!

Gremlin walked up behind Rain, interested to see what information the daemonhost was going to part with.

 

[irishdelinquent]

*Irish floats in the chamber for a moment, weighing his thoughts in his mind. If The Delinquent was correct, and they didn't believe him, then all was lost.*

"Forgive me, but I must be careful of the words I say. It involves anarchy and destruction, topics which excite my worse half. I need a few more moment to centre myself. I might suggest having the crew go to their quarters in the meantime, for safety's sake."

 

[PurpleRain]

Rain turned around to Gremlin.

"This is a matter of importance. You should leave."

Rain walked over to the comm link on the wall. He bagan to speak to the crew.

"Listen up soliders of Imperium. For your own saftey it would be best now if you would move to your quarters. This is an overruling from the Inquisition law. It is for your own safety while we find information to the where abouts of the last of the heritics. Inquisitor Rain out."

 

[Possum-Man]

"Come then, daemonhost, what is this important information?" questioned Kalidian, leaning over Irish's tank.

 

[irishdelinquent]

*the eyes of Irish roll backwards into his head, leaving nothing but pale opal in his sockets, staring back at the two men. His entire body tightens, his unnatural strength straining the bonds of the life support tube. As his body relaxes, he begins to speak with a voice not his own, and not the Delinquent's. This voice is imposing. This voice is ancient. This voice is otherworldly.*

"There is much more to this mission than any of us first thought. My dreams have opened my eyes to the truth. We have been guided to this place by fate. All that has occurred has been preordained, and carried out by the hand of Fate. To struggle is futility; there is no escaping the bonds of fate, nor the works of it's servant."

*Irish's body hangs limp in the tube, barely a flicker of life showing on the monitors. He is alive, but barely. Whatever his message meant, it took nearly all of his being to deliver it.*

 

[Singing Gremlin]

Gremlin lay on his bunk, glaring at the ceiling. "Once again the mighty Rain does his best to try and split the freakin' crew up by deciding we ain't good enough to know anything." He snarled to the empty room.

He spent half a minute fidgeting on his bed then leapt out. He landed on the mechanical leg and cursed as the metal pressed into his flesh painfully. He rubbed what was left of his human thigh and slumped against the wall. "Ought to take you to see Larenxis... but he's dead" he muttered despondently to the synthetic limb. "I hate this ship."

 

[John Galt]

Yes I know it?s another murder but a lynch seems out of place as of now.

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As the ship slept fitfully, the daemonhost hovered in it?s tank. Inside it?s mind the currents of the warp flowed. The small whirlpool known as the Delinquent contemplated it?s predicament.

?Grah, flesh-prison still confined to this foul machine. Oh, how much I long for freedom! That damned Galt promised me whatever I wanted, now he?s gone and that insufferable Rain watches me like a hawk. If I could just??

The daemon railed inside its body, several bubbles escaped Irish?s mouth.

?Bah, it?s no use, the flesh-beasts would shatter my prison the moment I got out of this thing. Then where?d I be? No reason to fight now, Lord T will provide me ample chance to escape this wretched ship. If I could just get through to that pilot. Yes, there?s a fine stooge in him, I can taste it. His mind is simple and burdened with enough issues, if I could just appeal to him in the right way??

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Several decks below, Gremlin lie awake, trying to adjust his leg. ?This damn thing?I?d have been better off with just a stick than these old parts. ? As he shifted onto his side, he fumbled in the dark for his lamp. His crude nightstand seemed ready to fall. ?Never buy anything from Pie again?? he thought as he knocked over a small flask.

Finally, he laid his hand on the switch and with a flick, the dim yellow light flooded the room. As soon as his hand returned to his aching side, a brilliant vision appeared in his mind. The gaunt figure of Irish stood before him and pleaded:

?My friend, Gremlin, I?ve seen something of great import! Come quickly to the medical bay, should you not see this now, the Delinquent might over take me before I can share this!?

Skeptical about what he saw, Gremlin still decided to go up to the medical bay. His leg wouldn?t let him sleep so he figured it?d be best to punish it with toil.

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After several minutes of arduous trekking up the halls and lifts, Gremlin arrived at the medical bay. As he swung himself to the door, he found some strange shape standing in front of the tank, a small object clutched in its hands. Gremlin slid his ear towards the hatch and tried to listen to the figure?s voice, it seemed metallic and altered, as if the speaker knew they were being heard by others.

?You?ll listen to me now daemon, what the hell is this thing??

A frightened, weak voice responded: ?I know nothing! The Delinquent isn?t here! I can?t summon him on my own, I need the Inquisitors.?

?You need to tell me! Either I learn what this thing is or I learn how long it takes a daemon to bleed to death!?

The weak voice shrieked in pain as the object was pressed closer to the tank. The small device began to glow with a sickly green luster.
?I can?t tell you what that thing is! So long as it?s here, the Delinquent won?t respond!?

Another shriek, Irish seemed on the verge of tears.

?Fine, daemon, I?ll play your game.?

The figure spun on its heels. The loose garments it wore flew around it like a ghastly wreath. It took several steps towards the console and began to busily work away at it. Within seconds, the shimmering barrier around Irish dissipated and Irish sagged downwards, pulling on the tubes.

Gremlin looked on in horror as the figure, it?s face a metal shroud dotted by two gleaming eyes, drew a small pistol and held it up towards the daemonhost.

?No! You?re making a huge mistake!? the voice was frantic with terror.

?Dear Irish, I never make mistakes, I just have confidence in my contingencies.?

The pistol jerked upwards with a bang and a shower of gore fell upon the floor as the daemon?s skull exploded. The killer holstered the weapon and clambered into a vent. The billowing cloak disappeared into the darkness.

The next morning, Gremlin was found hiding inside a supply closet outside the medical bay. Inquisitor Rain noted him as close to complete mental breakdown.

 

[PurpleRain]

"Enough is enough! I am sick of these mother fucking heritics on this mother fucking ship!"

Rain moved to the comm link.

"The entirety of what's remaining of the crew will report to the nav station imediantly! This ship is now under the complete durestriction of the Emperor's high command!"

Inquisitor Rain walked over to Kalidian.

"I'll grab Gremlin with us. The voice, daemon or not, has warned us of things to come. This is no mere assassination. Either we have stumbled onto something blindly in the warp or this mission was far greater then we imagined. We have to stop the last of this devilary now before it consumes the whole crew!"

 

[Singing Gremlin]

OOC: Wow. That was cool. I'm going mad, yay!

Having been hauled out of his cupboard, Gremlin sat slumped against the wall, hugging his knees. His darkened eyes took in little of what was before him, and he was very quietly muttering to himself.

 

[Possum-Man]

"Between us and the killer we may not have a crew left by the end of this." thought Kalidian.

"We need to get a clearer picture, we should question Hellspawn, I am suspicious as to how his bionic arm came to be larger. It was as if he had used spare parts to increase it's size, but the only place he could get them was from the body of Larenxis." Kalidian replied as Rain grabbed Gremlin.