For the emperor ! (IC thread - always recruiting )

[DrZombie]

“Da Boss and Zylthar knows when der trains is in da station.” the ganger mumbles in his gutter-speak Low-Gothic. “If we’s not going to dem dey’s be cumming to us sooner den later.” He hesitates, then continues. “Deyz be hearing ‘bout dat train being stopped by dem arbites in full force. Dem ‘trators ‘ll be calmpin’ dow real ‘ard ‘bout dem cultist though. So dey’ll know dat der was sumptin’ big, but don’t know wut. Dey’z gonna be mighty suspicious I recon. Mebbe they’ll look fer us, mebbe dey gonna pull back an’ lay low fer a wile.” He shrughs. “Dunno, meybe dey’ll even ‘spect us to lay low fer a few dayz as well?”. He looks uncertain “I dunno, your call, Lady. ‘s could go either way.”

[sblock=OOC] the PC's choose, not the NPC's I don't mind where you go. The clock is indeed ticking, and there's more directions to go than you have time for, and you don't know the consequences because you don't know what the hell is going on. Welcome to Dark Heresy. we'll take this to the OOC list [/sblock]

 

[DrZombie]

Trixie appears bleary-eyed at her office in the fortress of the Adeptus Arbites. The guards are alert and humorless as always. The office is in a row of identical offices in a lightless corridor deep within the watch-fortress.To get there you pass security stations where servo-skulls float around in the air, their red eyes and chemsniffers scanning the surroundings and the personnel while humpbacked gun-servitors prowl the area with them, covering the subject of the skulls' attention. Hymns to the emperor resound softly in the background, carried from the central cathedral.

You get to your office, and on the center of your already overfull desk you find a printed message and a few datastacks.

 

[Shayuri]

Kestrel stared at the box as she thought. There were no immediately obvious solutions. All they could do was exercise some self-determination and hope it didn't get them killed.

"Our first priority is our assignment," she decides. "I don't want to stand before an Inquisitor and explain why we elevated this over our orders. To that end, we will deliver the box as Rat's boss has promised. That way it won't be a direct threat to us anymore, and we'll be free to conduct our investigation with no further delays. We'll include the box and the hands it passed through, in our report to the Inquisitor so that he has the option of investigating further, if he chooses to."

She looked around at the others. "If this decision is questioned, I will take responsibility. Agreed?"

 

[jkason]

Harrigan Zhent, Imperial Psyker

Zhent stared at the box a few moments, and shuddered as he recalled the feeling of himself emptied out to make room for ... that.

"If the people who want this thing know how to contain it, it's probably safer in their hands than ours. And in either case, it becomes their death warrant. I'm for delivering the thing and moving on, too.

"But the two of us will have to keep our distance," he says to Kestrel. "I can't imagine whoever these people are being keen on their low key delivery pair suddenly taking on new friends. We should probably find somewhere relatively nearby to wait for after the delivery."

 

[Jemal]

McClane cocked his head in a strange sort of sideways nod at her plan. "Fair 'nuff, I say Rat'n I take it down there in the mornin, tell'em we wuz layin low fer the night after that massacre."
Sheathing his knife as he finally regains some of his composure, his heart still beating loudly in his own ears, he turns to take in the group "Well now's we got some time, how 'bout we git to know each other so's we can work to our strengths? Y'seen most'a mine back on the train. Mighty handy in a fight, or if yer lost in or trekkin' through bush, but ain't too good at investigatin' or other city... uh.. stuff."

 

[DrZombie]

'Zylthar's Merchant Emporium' is a grand name for what appears to be a rundown shop/warehouse that has seen better millenia. It's located off the side of the red-light district near the spaceport, about four clicks away from your hideout. Numerous gambling dens and brothels line the street leading, a small alleyway with a few even more disreputable establishments lead up to the entrance of the warehouse. The main street never seems to go quiet, with dockworkers and crewmen jostling for place. The alleyways, on the other hand, are a lot quieter 'cept for the occasional calls of one ofthe 'social workers' showing of her assets.

 

[jkason]

Zhent remains vague when asked about his particular skills.

"I grew up on an orbital, but the Empire found better use for me. I'm hear on a bit of a ... political mission, with Kestrel here to keep me in one piece. Though I don't suspect she realized how much of a job that would turn out to be."

...


As Mcclane and Rat head into the Emporium, Zhent sticks close to Kestrel as the pair try to stay close enough without putting themselves on anyone's radar.

"Normally, I'd try to make some kind of sweep, or even try to invoke my masking abilities, but with that ... thing still in the area, I'd rather avoid opening myself to the warp any more than I absolutely have to," he whispers to her.

 

[muggie2]

Trixie appears bleary-eyed at her office in the fortress of the Adeptus Arbites. To get there you pass security stations where servo-skulls float around in the air, their red eyes and chemsniffers scanning the surroundings and the personnel while humpbacked gun-servitors prowl the area with them, covering the subject of the skulls' attention.

You get to your office, and on the center of your already overfull desk you find a printed message and a few datastacks.

Trix sighs as she passes the chemsniffers. Spoilsports.
Before entering her office she takes a quick peek around the corner and sighs again. As expected, the prayers still haven't encouraged the caf dispenser to work. Another morning without caf. What else could go wrong?
On the middle of the desk is a printed message. Serious. Suddenly, at the end, she perks up.
"Cool, cool, cool, it's Kel!"
She zips through the datasheets, occasionally murmuring sounds like "Oooh", "Ouch", and "Way cool!", finishing with "Ooooh, that had to hurt!"
As she stands up, she is totally transformed from the bleary-eyed creature that had originally entered the room. She bounces over to the terminal on the other side, and fires off a request form. She sits on the table, with a mischievous grin on her face.
"I wonder if they'll approve it? I mean, I sent it to the new clerk, and I have the right clearances, but will they be overawed enough not to check?"
The grin gets wider.
She runs a quick search on the terminal, and waits until a result pops up.
"Hah! Gotcha Kel, you thought you could avoid me? Nah, no chance."
She pulls off the robes, and puts on a corset which she laces up tight, then puts the robes back on.
"Okay, down to Requisitions, then it's Kel Kel time! Bet she'll be surprised!"

She bounces off down the hallway, trying, as usual, to get the guards to crack a smile. As usual, she fails, but she doesn't really care. One of these days...

 

[DrZombie]

Trix makes her way through the fortress. After a while the typical smell of scented machine-oil and incense to appease the various machine spirits grow stronger. Several squads of freshly-equipped troopers march by and finally she reaches requisitioning.
A fresh-faced clerk whose smile hasn’t dried up yet is shifting through paperwork, directing several servitors and serfs in the bustling hangar. A few mechanicus adepts are performing the rites of appeasement on a shot-up rhino troop carrier.

 

[muggie2]

A fresh-faced clerk whose smile hasn’t dried up yet is shifting through paperwork, directing several servitors and serfs in the bustling hangar.

Trix dodges through the bustle to the clerk who is nominally in charge. So young, so innocent. Still smiling, still happy. She presents herself, and the required documentation to prove that she is, indeed, the correct person.
She smiles as the clerk sends a servitor off to pick up the requisition.
"Love that smile, by the way. I figure, you find something you like doing, something you're good at, that smile will never fade. Seems like you're good at what you do, and you seem to enjoy it. Same with me. I found something I do well and I like doing, and it makes it all so much better, know what I mean?"
She leans closer and whispers.
"Just remember to be stern and efficient when your bosses are around or when they're asking questions. Like 'All appropriate documentation was present and verified.' That way you're perfectly by-the-book. They like that."
She leans back again, and passes time as she waits for her requisition.