WH40K Roleplay Thread Ending; "Who Knew?"

[Singing Gremlin]

Gremlin woke up with a hangover. No break from normality there, he was used to it. But where was he? Sounded like engines. Why was he there? Ah, he could figure that out later. He stood unsteadily, and began to move. After about three steps he tripped over something. Cursing, he dragged himself to his feet, damning whoever was stupid enough to leave their toolkit lying around. It wasn't a toolkit. It was the other guy from the hold. Fear and adrenaline drove out all traces of the hangover, and he whipped his pistol out and dashed for the bridge.

Bursting in, he demanded "Ok, who the hell is leaving corpses where I can trip over the buggers, and more importantly, who's making the damn corpses in the first place?"

 

[PurpleRain]

Bursting in, he demanded "Ok, who the hell is leaving corpses where I can trip over the buggers, and more importantly, who's making the damn corpses in the first place?"

"Tell me where you found the body and how. Zen should see this to identify the corpse as well."

 

[Singing Gremlin]

Gremlin regained some self control, shaking his head. "By the engines. I tripped over him. Sir." He paused. "I... Sir, when we find whoever did this... I'd like to voulenteer my Sentinel's flamer to teach the scum a lesson in loyalty to the Emperor. Failing that, I could just step on him"

 

[PurpleRain]

"Perish the heritic in the holy flame of the Emperor! Firstly we will get Kalidian to interrogate the murderer to find out clues of his actions. Maybe we can find out who he is working for."

 

[Singing Gremlin]

Gremlin saluted. "Thank you Sir!" He stepped back "If there's anything you need, I'll help in any way I can. Any ideas as to the killer yet?"

 

[Possum-Man]

"Leave us, convict, we have important matters to discuss."

*said Kalidian, waving a dismissive hand at Gremlin before turning to Galt and Rain*

"It appears that someone does not want us to reach our destination but as you say, Galt, finding out who is our most pressing issue." Kalidian paused in thought for a moment, "It would be a waste of our time to interrogate everyone on board, we need fewer suspects, might I suggest we look over the crime scenes and investigate the bodies?"

 

[GenHellspawn]

OOC: Where and how did this person die?

"Well, I guess a guardsman like I shows no skills that would be useful in a case such as this. You're free to interrogate me, though."

 

[Singing Gremlin]

OOC: Read Galt's post. Poison dart in his chamber, then dumped down the shafts into the engines.

Gremlin turned and walked to the other side of the bridge, his face Darkening. "Yeah, create divisions in the crew. Good idea." he muttered "Bet it was that assasin, whats his name? fifteen twenty one? Ah whatever. Was never any good with names, let alone numbers. Yeah, bet his was him. Seems like the right sneaky clever type. Convinced there's heresy everywhere he looks."

 

[Saskwach]

OOC: Since I had nothing else to do I followed the Inquisitors. It's pretty in-character anyway.

Shastus's complexion and focus seem to have visibly strengthened since the reversion to normal space. He rails at such second-guessing of an Inquisitor's orders.
"Watch your tongue you filthy traitor. The faith, not to mention sanity, of a Vindicare is in far less doubt than your own."

 

[Singing Gremlin]

Gremlin turned and regarded Shastus. "Sanity? Faith?" He said softly, dangerously. "How about safety? Funny how an Acolyte like yourself can question my Sanity. Last I saw, only one of us had a tendancy to open themselves up to chaos, hmmm? And I hear you're not fully the master of your powers yet either. Very dangerous position to be in." He turned and left.

 

[Saskwach]

Shastus's face quietly rages and the room's lights dim for a moment as his eyes glow in a perfect reflection to the surrounding darkness.

 

[irishdelinquent]

*Irish is being led towards the triad of inquisitors, and passes Gremlin and Shastus. Seeing Shastus focusing his power, Irish asks Pie to stop for a moment, and faces the pair.*

"Brother Shastus, calm yourself. An outright display of power is not what the Emperor blessed you with His power for. Just because Gremlin does not understand our ways does not mean that you should flaunt your abilities to him. Please restrain yourself."

 

[Ugainius]

*Arrives at the bridge*

"Inquisitors...?

 

[Wolvaroo]

*Wolvaroo lets out loud roar as he bursts into the bridge fully equipped for war*

"GRAH! Why 're ya all stadin' 'ere fer?! Wurs this Guvnah soes I can smash his 'ittle 'ead in!"

Upon hearing all commotion he soon pieces together the fact that the ship has not yet reached the planet yet, and someone has been killed.

"I'll kill 'very last one of you 'till I find out who did 'is!"

 

[Singing Gremlin]

Gremlin hadn't noticed the powers accumulating behind him, but grinned as Wolvaroo burst onto the bridge. He liked Ogryns, possibly because he was one of the few people who got to look over their heads on occasion (even if it needed to be from the cockpit of his sentinel) and this was bound to peeve the inquisitors.
"Killing us all would mean that there's no-one to lead you to the governor, surely?" He smiled, tilting his head. "And then who's head would you get to smash in?"

 

[Kikosemmek]

Semmek had been woken by the drop out of the warp, and had just now, hours after the event, decided to stop feigning sleep. He got up from his bed, if it can be called one, and heard the crack of every joint in his body. At 6'5" and 276lbs, the man is the size of an average Orc, his musculature outpronounced only by the many scars that ravage his skin. Semmek paid close attention to his bodily health and movement, as independence and resourcefulness are what he felt had kept him alive for so long. Oafish as he might look, he is a quick-witted and elegant, something which had earned him Zen's trust so far.

The previous day had been taken up by his duty to Zen as an all-purpose handiman, cleaning and fixing around the ship. What meager time he had left he dedicated to sharpening and polishing Zjuka, his double-bladed knife, which he always kept with him, holstered on his belt.

Stepping out of the crew chambers, he readied himself for a rowdy day. His heart hoped for the best, but his mind expected the worst.

After donning his drab clothing, he took his toolkit and stepped outside. He turned on his headpiece and reported. "PFC Semmek checking in for duty, sire."

 

[Singing Gremlin]

OOC: We have different timezones here mate, things are gonna move slowly. Trying to force things ain't gonna make you any friends. More to the point, the corpse hasn't been moved so you just magically teleported it into the bridge. But hey, I'll play along.

Gremlin raised an eyebrow. "The hero bursts in to take charge and rescue us all. Joy. Someone shoot him, please.." he muttered. Louder, he said "I don't know his name, but I think he was a psyker. I found him by the engines, for the nth time. And you're right, you don't have authority. That would be the Inquisitors you're currently attempting to feebly overshadow, and I gotta say that's a very stupid thing to do. As for the killer, you think I'd be talking to you if we knew?"

 

[Kikosemmek]

Arriving at the scene, Semmek could only hear the commotion. He did not see blood trails or smell the byproducts of manslaughter. The body was only dirty- there were no cut marks or bruises of strangulation.

...just target practice

"Instead of the proposed target practice, how about we take a closer look at the guy and figure out what led to his death. Did it occur to you, mighty gentlemen, that each member of the crew is capable of different things? If we know exactly what happened, then we can weed out those who wouldn't be able to perform the assassination the way it seems to have happened."

*murmurs and hisses swarm out of the crowd as Semmek gets closer to be body and kneels at it*

With a measure of fear and worry, Semmek utters: "For example, you can all see right now that _I_ did not kill this man. I've only my knife and my fists, and neither had touched his skin!"

*the murmurs increase in volume and outright shouting takes their place*...