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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DrZombie" data-source="post: 5668666" data-attributes="member: 15640">The train emerges from the tunnels underneath the mountains. The harsh daylight paints the scene in the carriage in an even grimmer palette. You take in the mangled corpses, the the pools of congealed blood, the religious markings and books of the so-called pilgrims, and you realise this might be a bit difficult to talk your way out of....At last, the train starts to slow down and enters the station. There is a line of arbites in full combat-armor waiting, weapons drawn. The PDF has been mobilised, and you can see several reinforced positions with heavy bolters trained at the carriage. In the background a few priest chant and bless the troopers.“IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR : DROP YOUR WEAPONS AND COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP. THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING.”Kincaid is the first to come out of the carriage, as agreed. The arbites slowly lower their guns, and the squad-leader fouls the air with a few choice expressions.“Kincaid. I could have known you’d be involved with a carriage full of murdered pilgrims.”As soon as Kincaid vouches for the rest of the group, you are all escorted to the Arbites fortress. As you leave the station you see a few tech-adepts enter the carriage, half of their face replaced by bionics, and connected to servo-skulls painted with the insignia of the Arbites.You are led to a cel, ordered to remove all your personal belongings, and are led to a warm shower and a hot meal. A simple, functional black jumpsuit is laid ready for you, and as soon as you are dressed and fed you are escorted to a small room. Of your companions there is no trace. Sat at a table is a small, bespectacled man in an arbites uniform, next to him, apperantly fused to the table, sits a servitor. Its eyes and mouth are sewn shut, and the fingers of its right hand end in some kind of quill.He gives you a grandfatherly smile and motions you to sit in a chair opposite to him.“Good evening. My name is Lt Hertington. I’ve heard you’ve been through a lot, so I’ll try to keep this as short as possible.” A scratching sound accompanies his voice as each word he says is written down by the servitor.“Please, tell me, in your own words, what exactly happened on the carriage.</blockquote>

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