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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DrZombie" data-source="post: 5593902" data-attributes="member: 15640">The bodyguard motions Brutis and Kincaid towards the noble.[sblock=Brutis] The Noble takes hands into his blood-caked hand and traces the lines of your palm with a crimson-stained finger, leaving traces of congealed blood in it’s wake. He looks you straight in the eyes and the world seems to spin away. You wake up with acrid smoke burning in your lungs. You must have been knocked out for a second. Strange how you remembered that episode in the carriage all those years ago. Your service to the Inquisition has been quite interesting since then. They have dangled your freedom in front of you like a carrot for a donkey. You shake your head and try to clear your thoughts. The first thing you see is your controller lying on the floor. The inquisitioner, Zhu, is unconscious. The rhino-transport you were travelling in lies on his side, and you can smell the reek of burning promethium. Outside, chaos rules, in more then one way. You can see the flash of lasrifles in the distance, and hear the screaming, explosions and cackling fires of combat.All it takes is a killing blow, and your freedom awaits.[/sblock][sblock=Kincaid.] The Noble takes hands into his blood-caked hand and traces the lines of your palm with a crimson-stained finger, leaving traces of congealed blood in it’s wake. He looks you straight in the eyes and the world seems to spin away. Why do those old memories of the train carriage come back to you now? Anything to take your mind of this horror. The main corridor of the Hive iis blocked with refugees. Wailing children, hungry, cold, terrified. Weeping women, shocked at what has befallen their planet. The masses try to reach the spaceport, but the road is blocked by a platoon of Arbites. “What is the delay, Kincaid?”The voice alone gives you the shivers.Lord Inquisitor Corbex Crovax. No need to turn around, to face his emaciated form, a dry husk of a man. No need to meet his black, emotionless, allseeing eyes.“You know what is at stake here, Kincaid. We need to get to the temple. Those documents need to be retrieved before the enemy gets here. There is no way over the surface. The only way is through them. We have no more time.”  [/sblock]</blockquote>

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