WH40K Roleplay Thread Ending; "Who Knew?"

[Wolvaroo]

*Rush into the Galley, breaking down the sliding metal doors (Wolvaroo was still getting use to such technologies as the hinge, the concept of a door disappearing into a wall never quite sunk in during the BONE Procedure) almost startled by the relative peace after hearing a weapon discharge*

"'Olvaroo did hear ta fighting? Zen says to 'Olvaroo t'at no lotta be killen less the flowy robes tells to."

Just realizing what became of the door, he looks back and murmers to himself "Is no good, ta 'ittle metal man wills be mad with 'Olvaroo 'gin. Hates be'an locks up in room, Is no good for Ogryn."

*tries to fit the door back on the wall*

 

[The Reverend]

Verendus sat at his desk, In the officers quarters, thinking. He should be working, he mused to himself quietly, but when Zen had given him the task of trying to identify those most likely to have been involved in the rebellion, using psyche evaluations, service records, hell, even certain blood types were "to be considered likely to cause heretical deeds." Anything to help point the finger at someone.
He was dragging his feet over this because it would be likely that the names he picked would be on the receiving end of those mindless zealot's "Questions." He sighed to himself, he had essentially been appointed judge and jury to those people. Sure, the buck stopped with Zen and the Inquisitors, but they needed somewhere to start.
He folded his arms and scowled at the wall in front. A cage was still a cage, whether he was Zen's 2nd or not. A light suddenly blinked on the panel in front of him.
"have here... Emperor's Name, it's not worth thinking about.... You're all I've got now Vicky. Let's pray these wolves grow bored of us and are on their way. How could they not, out here in the dark?"
Verendus looked at the panel as the light blinked out. It had come from the bridge. His curiosity piqued, he rose, exited his quarters and made for the bridge..

 

[zen5887]

Zen walks into the gally and over hears Inquisitor Rain's comment reguarding his men

"Inquisitor Rain I can assure you that my men are dedicated to the mission and your saftey and I would be very thankful toward the men whom are making sure you dont suffer any accedents. They have all been through hell to be here and they deserve some respect. I would also like to remind you that you nor the other Inquisitors are above my law so do not attempt anything that will compromise the security of this ship or its crew"

Zen turns his back on the Inquisitor and walks away.

 

[PurpleRain]

Zen turns his back to Rain,

"I have no concern for my saftey Commissar. And as far as the mission goes, as long as you keep your men under control it should run smoothly. But it is these people who I am concerned with. All men who have lost there way with the Emperor. Men who are close to being heritics if it wasn't that we captured them and forced them here. With all due respect of course. I would hold a cermon here but I believe my words would fall on deaf ears."

 

[Possum-Man]

Kalidian silently strolls into the galley

"Do not concern yourself with these miscreants Galt, they shall serve their purpose and that will be the end of it."

*looks at Rain*

"The tendrils of deviancy are quick to take a subtle hold, Inquisitor, perhaps you and I should attempt to quell potential heresy aboard ship before we reach our destination?"

 

[Singing Gremlin]

Sgt Gremlin was in his prime. Sitting in the cockpit of his catchan-pattern sentinel in the ship's hold, with a bottle of amasec, muttering to himself as he ran tests.

"Legs working fine, Hunter-killer missile...still attatched, haven't managed to fire it without noticing yet then. Flamer, all lights green."

He sat back, took a swig of his drink and comtemplated the opposite wall.

"I don't like this. Swipe a civvy cruiser, stick in us nutters from Zen's finest, too many nutjob Inquisitors who'd hang you soon as look at you and too many damn bolt magnets. I hate Psykers. Still... I've got The Singing Gremlin, eh? What could go wrong"

Checking to make sure he had enough room and nothing was likely to get fried, he gave the trigger an experimental squeeze and whooped as fire illuminated the hold.

OOC: I love my character description. Thanks Galt ^^

 

[NATO.Caliber]

*Spectates* <.<

 

[GenHellspawn]

"What the hell is going on? I'm trying to sleep and you guys are fighting already?"

 

[Singing Gremlin]

"What the hell is going on? I'm trying to sleep and you guys are fighting already?"

OOC: uhh... where are you and who was that aimed at? I'm a tad confused now > <

 

[irishdelinquent]

'The Delinquent' awakens as fire is disgorged from the man-thing's crude vehicle. He delights in the primitive display of violence. However, the disgusting odor of promethium lingers on the air.

"You! Petulant mortal! Ssssstop your pointless displays of intoxicated bravado! Were it not for these bonds, I would show you a true display of power...your soul would be offered, still screaming, to the Dark Prince! Your heart I would remove as a gift for the Blooded One, and I would place your skull on the Throne of Khorne!

*Upon uttering the name of one of the Ruinous powers, the hexagrammatic seals glow red once again. The smell of burning flesh wafts on the air, and The Delinquent cries out in agony.*

"AAAAAAAH!"

*muttering to itself*

"at least now the delightful smell of torture has replaced the scent of the flames."

 

[Singing Gremlin]

Gremlin froze. He cast around for the source of the voice before picking out a glow in the shadows of one corner. He let loose a torrent of curses, and swung the sentinel around to face them.

"Aww crap. What're you then? Freak gone wrong? Mutant? Damn, a twist would be just what we need. Give me one good reason not to pull this trigger now and a do a Yarrick with your skull!"

Slowly logic began to kick in and it occured to him that whatever it was, it was unlikely that warp demons had began infesting the ship and he really ought to calm down. But he didn't take his finger off the trigger. If he fried a crewmate Zen would kill him. Slowly. But it still might be dangerous.

 

[irishdelinquent]

"How funny the little flesh-thing is. Were it not for this frail prison, I would show you the true meaning of torment!"

 

[Singing Gremlin]

"Daemonhost!" He spat the word. His trigger finger itched to torch the huddled figure. From what he'd heard about the poor sods it'd be merciful.

"But you're probably here on orders from on high. Zen ain't happy with me as it is, I don't fancy being on the wrong end of his laspistol."

His skin was crawling, but he shut down his sentinel and climbed out, heading anywhere away from that thing. As he reached the door, he paused and turned for a moment, calling "Touch the singing gremlin and we'll see who'd be the one in torment. I'm warning you!"

 

[Ugainius]

Agent 7-20 remained in the backround, hidden in the shadows cast by the poor lighting of galley. He was to be the Inquistions trump card, should diplomatic negotiations fail.

He thought to himself of the heretics on board the vessal. They should make the situation on the ground quite... interesting to watch from the scope of his rifle.

 

[King Phar]

Phar awoke in his cell his eyes slowly opening the images burned into his mind fading from his vision as he walked out then after walking around a bit he saw the deamon host arguing with gremlin, as he walked up the voices of the deamons in his head told him to put a las round through the man's head but instead he said "Thy sons of the Emperor speak to me why you argue?"

 

[Singing Gremlin]

Gremlin glanced at the newcomer from the door. Something about this guy seemed wrong, and he was on guard. He nodded at Irish. "That thing is a daemonhost. I'd be pretty worried if anyone did anything but argue with the freak. 'Cos, you know, if you wanna start getting along fine and dandy with a frickin daemon one of our dear ole' Inquisitors might want words. Get it?"

He turned and left, taking a swig from his bottle to steady his nerves.

 

[irishdelinquent]

*Irish has assumed control, the searing symbols having forced the daemon into submission*

"Forgive my actions, sir. It can be a bit...erm...crude at times. I apologize should he have thrown you into despair. Despite minor...alterations...I am a man, loyal to the God-Emperor. I have stood within miles of His holy spirit. I have felt the blessing of the soul-binding, and now a part of Himself resides within me!"

 

[GenHellspawn]

OOC: I have named my mechanical limb Sythkon.

"Gah, when is this freaking ship gonna land? Sythkon hungers for heretic blood!"

 

[Singing Gremlin]

OOC: Irish, I'm going to assume you've followed me on this one, to save having to talk through walls.

Gremlin glanced back as the daemonhost followed him out of the hold. It seemed somehow more human now. He cocked his head and regarded it thoughtfully for a while, then nodded. "Apology accepted. Can't be easy having something like that in you." He held out a hand "I'm Gremlin by name and a gremlin by nature. What do they call you?"

 

[Larenxis]

Larenxis enters the galley, barely listening to people speaking. He's more focused on preparing a sandwich.