For the emperor ! (IC thread - always recruiting )

[Shayuri]

Kestrel stepped back from the 'noble,' her skin crawling as the images she'd seen flee from her mind like dreams upon the waking. Psyker! He'd done something, pulled the warp in on her! And yet, dimly at first and then more strongly, she felt that she had faced whatever challenge she'd been meant to face. A sense of rightness pierces her natural horrified reaction to the thought of being touched by the warp. This was different. Unbidden in her mind came the image of a flame in the dark; a reminder that even in the depths of the warp, the Emperor's light still shone.

Movement.

She pivoted and raised a hand just in time to catch something the bodyguard had chucked at her. Her eyes darted to the contraption, half-expecting to see a grenade. It wasn't though, and it only took Kestrel a moment to realize what it was. Sure enough, a man on the floor bore the collar.

Kes gave the bodyguard a quizzical look. Another warm body for her to be the guard and executioner of? And then she remembered the first one to have that hold on her.

Zhent.

She turned to see the scarred man stumbling back from the noble and stretched out a hand to stop him from falling over backwards.

"Are you all right?"

 

[Jemal]

McClane glanced around at the men under his command. If he'd been asked a few years ago, the answer would have been simple - He would not have left anyone behind so long as there was a chance to get them out.

Now, however.. His views had expanded, he knew he had to look at the galactic scale, knew that this had to be stopped before it spread. He looked at the display for a moment, and realized they'd be out of position within twenty minutes at most.

"We don't have an hour. Order any of your men who can to dustoff immediately. They have 15 minutes to get to space. Helmsman, keep us within optimal striking distance as long as possible. We'll pick up the shuttles after we fire. Weapons control, Arm Torpedoes and prepare to fire on my mark."

He turned to his old friend "I'll hold off as long as I can, but you know as well as I do that we can't afford it.. we have to stop them here."

 

[jkason]

She turned to see the scarred man stumbling back from the noble and stretched out a hand to stop him from falling over backwards.

"Are you all right?"

Zhent maintains his balance with the helping hand, but as he looks to offer thanks, he seems shocked to see Kestrel there. A look passes over his face, a blatant, desperate relief. He smiles, opens his mouth to say something, then stops. He looks around, gaining his bearings again. The surprise he showed in seeing Kestrel is mimicked to a lesser degree as he realizes the others, too, are here.

Here. The carriage. Not the cell, not...

Oh, but this one is good
Yery good, yes?
We must learn his tricks
Nightmares while the fleshpile wakes?
oh, yesyes. More!

Zhent clamps his eyes shut, shakes his head to rattle the voices into submission. He realizes then that he's squeezing Kestrel's hand tightly. He lets go, pulling his hood back into place as he steps away.

"Yes. I'm ... thank you. Fine," the young man stammers, eyes darting from Kestrel to the noble and back, leaning more heavily than normal on his staff. Was it the noble, then, or was the warp-borne madness already descending on him? In either case, he decided it was best not to let anyone know what he'd seen -- or what he had said while in the throes of the vision.

"Just a little vertigo," he assures his keeper.

 

[DrZombie]

[sblock=Jemal]

McClane reels back from the vision, shaking his head "What the hell?" he looks around, at the inquisitor, the carnage around him, and grabs a seat-back to keep from falling over "No way, that aint ever happenin... What'd you show me?"

Euhm. Either you misunderstood me, or ENworld ate a post of yours. The vision you get is lifelike. I would like you to post your character's reaction as if the vision is actually happening, to make a decision. Sorry if that wasn't clear. Could you edit your post? [/sblock]

 

[Shayuri]

Kestrel nods at Zhent, having felt the same vertigo a moment ago herself, and looks back at the noble, then the bodyguard.

"Forgive my presumption," she said carefully, "But what would you have with us?"

 

[DrZombie]

The bodyguard looks at Kestrell toughtfully.
"Someone attacked us here, knowing we are Inquisition." he says. "I would have them think they succeeded."

While talking he wanders about the carriage, poking around untill he comes to the headless corpse of one of the assassins. A bit more poking about finds the head.

"We both will make our exit here" he states while unmasking the head.
"Boy, arent you an ugly one."

For a moment, his features shift and he takes on the appearance of the assassin, then shifts back.

"And you lot, brave survivors of the attack, killers of the heretics" he goes on while he starts to strip the assassins corpse.
"will testify that we both are dead. Good thing one of you is an arbitrator or things would get a bit difficult for you."

 

[jkason]

Harrigan Zhent, Imperial Psyker

And isn't that an interesting trick? Zhent thinks as the bodyguard's features shift. He recovers quickly, though; showing an active desire for more power was what got a psyker killed. He was supposed to be controlling the link, not seeking to expand it. Still ...

Zhent glanced to Kestrel as always to make sure she didn't have an alternative, then bowed slightly to the bodyguard and noble.

"The sight of your deaths was a horror no good citizen should ever witness, hail the God Emperor for laying your killers low."

 

[The Joker]

Brutis, the chained

Brutis couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the man kill two people in one swift movement. With a slight smile, he thought about shunt and how he would feel about someone stealing his… property. He knew he would send a few assassins, but he knew those half brain thugs would never be able to harm an inquisitor. He only stood there as the inquisitor snatched up the remote, and tossed the spare to the assassin. He looked the woman over, and was a little taken back. he had met assassins, but she was... he just hoped she wasn’t corrupted and hateful like the rest of his captures. Like a slave boy following a new master, bruits walked behind the inquisitor at a close, yet respectful distance. As he motioned him over to the fallen noble. As he leans close, he asks for his hand and he offers his right palm, his left hand following closely after due to the shackles that held him.

[sblock] Brutis looked down at the inquisitor and thought for a moment. As he did, his hand moved over to his weapon and he chambered a round then deployed the bayonet. He knew it would be all too easy to kill him. Just one stab and it could all be over. But he knew that he could run from the inquisition, he could hide from the imperial guard, he could fight the arbiters. He also knew he could do none of that to his own guilt, and killing him wouldn’t change that. He smiled as he set the remote back in one of the inquisitors pocket and leaned back; resting on what was the roof of the rhino. He didn’t serve the inquisition because he wanted freedom. He didn’t serve them because he wanted to rejoin the ranks of the imperial guard. He served them because he wanted to finally absolve himself of the guilt he had for failing the emperor and fleeing from the battlefield and leaving his friends, his peers, and his commanding officers to die, and he stayed, even with over hundreds of chances to escape, because he knew serving the inquisition in service of the emperor was the best way to do that. He also loved the idea of him killing all the heretics and traitors he could get his knurled hands on. With a smirk, he sat in silence, guarding and waiting for the inquisitor to wake.[/sblock]

As the vision faded, he simply stood in silence like a dog waiting for an order from his master. When the inquisitor mentioned of the fake death of both him and his friend and bruits only nodded and moved over to the assassin, following her like he followed the inquisitor earlier. He knew she would be his new master.

 

[jackslate45]

Rat stood in shock, and gave a little squeak of fear when the body guard transformed in front of his eyes. "Whats sorcery is thats?" he said, more to himself. Psykers are always a fearsome lot, but that was...odd.

When the bodyguard explains about what they want dont, Rat says "I don't thinks just an arbitrator will helps you heres. I knows a guy, who knows another guy. If those guys got news about your horrible death, all the planet will knows. Besdies, I have to talk to thems about somethings else." Rat says, shifting uncomfortably

 

[DrZombie]

Rat stood in shock, and gave a little squeak of fear when the body guard transformed in front of his eyes. "Whats sorcery is thats?" he said, more to himself. Psykers are always a fearsome lot, but that was...odd.

When the bodyguard explains about what they want dont, Rat says "I don't thinks just an arbitrator will helps you heres. I knows a guy, who knows another guy. If those guys got news about your horrible death, all the planet will knows. Besdies, I have to talk to thems about somethings else." Rat says, shifting uncomfortably

The bodyguard looks at rat. "There aren't many people who know we are with the Inquisition. In fact, we used none of our official ID codes, and I haven't shown my Rosette to anyone on this planet."