For the emperor ! (IC thread - always recruiting )
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This definitely isn't the best place to hold a meeting, nor to discuss anything sensitive.
There's someone taking an unhealthy interest in your group. He's sitting outside the bar and is surreptitiously watching the entrance/exit. He's dressed as a scribe of high rank, a sight not uncommon in this area close to the main administratorium building.
[sblock=Kestrell]
The guy watching you is very good. For a cop... He doesn't seem to notice he has been spotted. Nondescript clothing, nondescript face, and the hard look of a cold s.o.a.b. Your money is on a local spook. The governor has his own men, and you'd have been surprised if they weren't on the case. You don't think he has noticed the other guy watching you. He's sitting inside at a table not too close to you, chatting up a girl. [/sblock]
There's someone taking an unhealthy interest in your group. He's sitting outside the bar and is surreptitiously watching the entrance/exit. He's dressed as a scribe of high rank, a sight not uncommon in this area close to the main administratorium building.
[sblock=Kestrell]
The guy watching you is very good. For a cop... He doesn't seem to notice he has been spotted. Nondescript clothing, nondescript face, and the hard look of a cold s.o.a.b. Your money is on a local spook. The governor has his own men, and you'd have been surprised if they weren't on the case. You don't think he has noticed the other guy watching you. He's sitting inside at a table not too close to you, chatting up a girl. [/sblock]
“Yeah, better to split up” agrees Kincaid. “they wouldn’t follow me through the arbites precinct.”
She laughs. “Well, not for long at least. So, ratboy, where’s one of your hideyholes.”
Looking a bit offended at the blue-haired arbitrator, Rat thinks for a bit, then answers “Riley’s. Not too far down dat id gets dangerous, not to far up either.” He gives you all a more detailed adress, describing a night-club/bar/hotel ‘bout thirty levels down, right next to the spaceport. “Riley owes me some. Tell him I sent you, he’ll set a room apart.”
“I’ll keep an eye out for what our lab-boys find. You lot see what you can find out ‘bout the box. You can reach me at the fortress.” Kincaid passes the package under table to McClane, clearly not trusting Rat.
You each leave the restaurant and make your way to Riley’s.
The spaceport looks like a pock-mark in the surface of the hive. Rileys lays at the rim, thirty levels down from the surface, and about twenty above the spaceport floor. It’s a rundown former habblock, the basement levels being taken over by a nightclub, the level above that is a bar/restaurant, and above that are a fair number of rooms and appartements, rentable by the hour, day or week, wit or without company of negotiable virtue.
The bouncers look you over as you walk in, but do not ask you to hand in your weapons. The pounding of the deep bass tones from the basement occasionally gets overwhelmed by the roar of a departing freighter that for a moment looks like it’s gonna crash through the roof of the building. By the looks of the debris in the street it wouldn’t be the first time.
You make your way through the beginnings of another night out, shouldering and elbowing the wannabe gangers and joygirls aside on your way to the counter.
A short discussion with the bartender later finds you in a rundown appartment.
OOC : first to post is the first to arrive.
She laughs. “Well, not for long at least. So, ratboy, where’s one of your hideyholes.”
Looking a bit offended at the blue-haired arbitrator, Rat thinks for a bit, then answers “Riley’s. Not too far down dat id gets dangerous, not to far up either.” He gives you all a more detailed adress, describing a night-club/bar/hotel ‘bout thirty levels down, right next to the spaceport. “Riley owes me some. Tell him I sent you, he’ll set a room apart.”
“I’ll keep an eye out for what our lab-boys find. You lot see what you can find out ‘bout the box. You can reach me at the fortress.” Kincaid passes the package under table to McClane, clearly not trusting Rat.
You each leave the restaurant and make your way to Riley’s.
The spaceport looks like a pock-mark in the surface of the hive. Rileys lays at the rim, thirty levels down from the surface, and about twenty above the spaceport floor. It’s a rundown former habblock, the basement levels being taken over by a nightclub, the level above that is a bar/restaurant, and above that are a fair number of rooms and appartements, rentable by the hour, day or week, wit or without company of negotiable virtue.
The bouncers look you over as you walk in, but do not ask you to hand in your weapons. The pounding of the deep bass tones from the basement occasionally gets overwhelmed by the roar of a departing freighter that for a moment looks like it’s gonna crash through the roof of the building. By the looks of the debris in the street it wouldn’t be the first time.
You make your way through the beginnings of another night out, shouldering and elbowing the wannabe gangers and joygirls aside on your way to the counter.
A short discussion with the bartender later finds you in a rundown appartment.
OOC : first to post is the first to arrive.
Harrigan Zhent, Imperial Psyker
The nightclub left Zhent on edge. The bass beat and the proximate crowd set the voices off, chattering, laughing, threatening ... he felt like he was having to negotiate two sets of crowds: one pushing in, the other pushing out. He did his best to close himself off and let Kestrel do the talking.
He nearly collapsed in relief when they made it upstairs, away from the mess, where he could put his energies to more focused effect in quieting down the talkers in his head. They were especially rowdy after all the stimulation, but the young man managed to make a relatively quiet space in his head by the time they got to the door. Finally having done that, he reached out with his under-control senses, trying to make sure their meeting place was free of the kind of otherworldly surveillance he was uniquely equipped to recognize, though he found his nerves still raw, the warp around him feeling muddy and indistinct.
The nightclub left Zhent on edge. The bass beat and the proximate crowd set the voices off, chattering, laughing, threatening ... he felt like he was having to negotiate two sets of crowds: one pushing in, the other pushing out. He did his best to close himself off and let Kestrel do the talking.
He nearly collapsed in relief when they made it upstairs, away from the mess, where he could put his energies to more focused effect in quieting down the talkers in his head. They were especially rowdy after all the stimulation, but the young man managed to make a relatively quiet space in his head by the time they got to the door. Finally having done that, he reached out with his under-control senses, trying to make sure their meeting place was free of the kind of otherworldly surveillance he was uniquely equipped to recognize, though he found his nerves still raw, the warp around him feeling muddy and indistinct.
Kestrel enters just ahead of Zhent and glances around the apartment quickly before ushering him in. His distress was evident in the creases of his face, and she hoped getting him shut off away from the crowd would help. Being in the thick of things seemed like it set him off sometimes.
McClane was there, with Rat, but she didn't see anyone else.
"I hope we don't have to spend too much time on this package," she said. "We delay our main task at our own peril."
McClane was there, with Rat, but she didn't see anyone else.
"I hope we don't have to spend too much time on this package," she said. "We delay our main task at our own peril."
Zhent fails to notice anything stranger then usual. When he enters Rat puts the package on the table.The package is 10"x5"x3", wrapped in cloth and neatly tied. It's fairly heavy for its size, and hard to the touch. There are no markings on the cloth. Inside is an unremarkable box with a complex lock.After Zhent checks it again he nods, noticing nothing out of the ordinary. With a little poking with some complicated tools and a little swearing Rat manages to open the lock. Inside is a large red crystal. There appear to be little swirling lights inside the crystal. The insides of the box are covered in a greyish metal. Upon them are strange markings, symbols and runes, and what appears to be very fine writing.
[sblock=OOC] Everybody roll a Challenging (+0) WP roll. Just checked your charsheets. The only one with a knowledge skill is rat and it's common lore(imperium), so I'll roll . KAZAAAM.
Zhent can roll an easy (+30) psyniscience. [/sblock]
[sblock=OOC] Everybody roll a Challenging (+0) WP roll. Just checked your charsheets. The only one with a knowledge skill is rat and it's common lore(imperium), so I'll roll . KAZAAAM.
Zhent can roll an easy (+30) psyniscience. [/sblock]
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