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2012-10-07, 02:16 PM
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They All Uprose
Chapter One: Grasping at Shadows

A trip to Klybo.

Throughout the Calixis sector, the planet's name was an ill one. A trip to Klybo meant one was headed for disaster, that their endeavour would end badly. But now here they were, on an actual trip to the blighted place, and Solomon found he liked it not one bit. The ship that had brought them here was an Imperial corvette, part of the Sector Fleet. There were only two types of people who ever bothered coming here: The Navy, and the Desperate. Staring out of the great armourglass viewports in the ready room next to the shuttle bay, the bounty hunter could see why.

Klybo was a dead place, a blasted world covered in sand. The whole planet was uniformly tan, without even the white of clouds to blot its atmosphere. It was a marked contrast to the grey and white of Sephiris Secundus, but not especially a welcome one. For the five acolytes of the Inquisition currently on the ship, it represented the scope of their world for the foreseeable future. Solomon and Gabe had been inducted by Inquisitorial order, recieved shortly after the psyker, Severus, had sent his report of the events on the ice world. There had been other changes, too. The Adept, Mouse, had been pulled from the cell to assist in cataloguing the research notes they had recovered. In her place were two others, newly assigned to cell Sigma. Novus Flavion, a distressingly grey little man who hadn't stopped twitching the entire time he'd been on board; and Joss Falkenrath, a predatory looking warrior from some low-technology world that Solomon had never been to. They had transferred onto the ship at the same stop where Mouse had left.

Now, the ship was at its last stop, for them. The shuttle bay alarms sounded as they filed onto a battered Arvus lighter with Navy insignia, the crew hurrying to vacate the deck. The bay vented, and the massive doors began to grind slowly open. The Arvus lifted off the deck, engines screaming, and shot out of the bay, its front viewport affording them their first view of their true destination.

The Navy waystation on Klybo's lone moon didn't have a name, just a designation. Navy Waystation 68743-Alpha. It squatted on the surface, a vast edifice of plasteel and armourglass. It had been built in an octagonal shape, with the huge cylinders of the plasma fuel storage tanks rising up behind it. The top levels were devoted to the Navy, containing living quarters and work space for the thousands of personnel that kept it running. The lower levels, the depths of the station, were filled with machinery and industry, vast hydroponics bays providing food for the population and restock for the ships that stopped here. The station was self-sustaining in nearly every way. It had to be. There was no help to be found anywhere else in system.

The mid levels, however, that was where they were going, their Arvus angling downwards towards a barely visible opening in the steel face of 68743-Alpha. Here was where the desperate came, the prospectors and scrap hunters and archeologists hoping to make their fortunes scrabbling in the dust amidst the ruins of the old colonies. Here was where they stayed, when their time on Klybo had ended one way or another, until they could barter a trip outsystem, to try their luck somewhere else. Some of them never left. Plenty more of them never returned to the station from the surface of the planet. Klybo took its toll on all of them.

The Arvus touched down in the single-shuttle landing bay, the scream of the engines lowering enough to permit conversation. Their pilot turned his head away from the controls, looking back into the passenger compartment.

"Here you are," he said, looking at each of them in turn. "I don't know what you're hoping to find here, but... well, good luck with it." Behind them, there was an echoing metallic boom as the bay sealed and pressurised, the hatch of the Arvus hissing open shortly afterwards. The acolytes stepped down off the landing craft into the shuttle bay, the last words of their pilot floating down after them.

"You're gonna need some luck, in this hellhole."

2012-10-07, 02:59 PM
It wasn't too terrible, starting out. No more than usual, anyway, which is a natural default of about 7 on the 1-10 terror scale. But the closer the ship got to Klybo, the more nervous the already-skittish Novus got, until finally on the morning of arrival a harmless but sudden whistle of background machinery made him fling his breakfast against the wall and flee screaming to his bunk for over an hour.

Now, on the moon's waystation, Novus wrings his hands and shivers, eyes darting back and forth. He knows enough about the planet below to already hate this place even more than normal. To make matters worse, unfamiliar stations make him nervous anyway. Who can say what sinister people--and creatures--are either passing through or living here like fat spiders in the dark?

His new companions are no less unsettling. They all seem murderous (to be fair, so do most people in his opinion), and psykers always make Novus sweat. With horror in front and fear behind with no comfort in between, he pulls his mesh cloak around himself like a security blanket and tries to look small and unimportant while he waits for someone in the group to take the initiative and lead them forward.

But of course, Novus's mind is always whirling, and only a good two-thirds of his focus is on the evil they might find here. The rest occupies itself with lore. Novus Knows Things, you see, and luckily so, because he doesn't have much else going for him.

Let's see if any of these get lucky:

Common Lore (Imperium) (for general information): [roll0]
Common Lore (Tech) (for those STCs the Inquisitor mentioned): [roll1]
Common Lore (Administratum) (to remember what the local arm of the organization is like here, in hopes that we can use it to our advantage): [roll2]
Forbidden Lore (Cults) (to see if Novus has heard of any locals that might want to boil the group alive in the name of Chaos): [roll3]
Scholastic Lore (Legends) (for the first wave of settlers on Klybo. You never did say what killed them all...): [roll4]

2012-10-07, 03:06 PM
Severus completed his prayer, just before the Arvus touched down. During the travel to their destination, he had been thinking, bringing back to mind the events that led them here, in Klybo's lone moon.


The space travel period that preceded their arrival here, was actually comfortable for the middle-aged psyker, thanks to his void-born origins. He had time to think, pray, reflect on the outcome of the previous assignment and prepare himself, as much as was possible for the one that was now ahead of them.

Solomon and Gabriel, recently inducted into the cell were there too. Good men, reliable, who had proven their mettle in the underground research facility of Magos Moreus, back in Sepheris Secundus. It would be reassuring to have them in Klybo as well. Unfortunately, Mouse could not be with them. Lady Inquisitor Valle had appointed her to a different duty. That was regrettable, given Severus' appreciation for her and recognition of her competence, but the Inquisitor certainly knew better. And then there were two new acolytes that he did not know of yet. An adept, by the name of Novus Flavion and a warrior, by the name of Joss Falkenrath. It would be interesting to see how they'd get along.


As the Arvus was coming closer to reach his destination, he performed a regular weapons and equipment check, making sure that everything was in place. After this was complete, he read for one last time the mission report, commiting its contents to memory, his mind already racing to examine possible ways of locating this individual. Another investigation was awaiting them, yet the very nature of this place was somewhat depressing to say the least. After all its reputation preceded it. Despite those circumstances, Severus rejoiced for he had found peace in his unshakeable faith to the Emperor, which had been further reinforced from the long hours of discussion, fasting and praying alongside the ship's confessor. They would get to the bottom of this and discover what lay beneath.

He nodded towards the pilot, before exiting the Arvus.

"Thank you. The Emperor Protects".


Requesting an Awareness and a Psyniscience check as soon as we're on/in the station.

Also, a couple of questions:

Do we have any contact that we are to meet in this place?

Do we have a description of Viator Raltus?

Do we have any orders/info regarding communication, course of further action and possible extraction, after (and provided that) we discover the man we search for and his purpose/associates etc?

2012-10-07, 04:10 PM
As the shuttle neared the landing bay, Solomon finished cleaning his firing pin and reassembled his good old autogun with practiced ease; hopefully, this time it would not let him down at a crucial moment. Despite the heat from the engines inside the ship, the bounty hunter wore his bulletproof black duster like a uniform, its familiar weight comforting on his shoulders. It had gotten pretty torn up during the last mission, but Solomon was not planning to change it anytime soon.

He threw Joss Falkenrath a curious glance. He hoped his new comrade in the Department of Shooting Up the Place would prove to be much like the late Karel, as opposed to one of those stick-in-the-ass, bureaucracy-minded military men he too often had to work with. The man was from a low-tech world, at least; that was a good sign.

The other one, though, this twitchy-looking Novus... strange fellow. Whatever was his specialty, he had better be pretty damn good at it. And stay the Warp out of the way when the Grox dung hit the engine turbines.


"I don't know what you're hoping to find here, but... well, good luck with it. You're gonna need some luck, in this hellhole."
Solomon smiled at the pilot. "There's no such thing as luck, good sir."

As soon as he stepped out of the shuttle, he lit his first lho-stick since Sephiris Secundus with a satisfied sigh, then coughed a bit; he had lost some of the habit since his last smoke. Throne, did he hate long space travels... He offered lho-sticks to any of his comrades who would have them, then stuck his hands in his pockets and looked at the landing bay he was in, a deliberate expression of boredom on his face.

No matter the planet, it felt good to be on solid ground.

2012-10-07, 09:45 PM
Joss Falrenrath was quick to exit the Arvus. The Assassin still thought it strange to travel around in steel boxes, in the void of space, out among the stars. The stars, where the Emperor lived, out there, somewhere. Truly, they were blessed to travel among them.

Stepping out onto solid ground, he ran a hand through his long brown hair. His cat like eyes scanned the area, looking for threats, though he was fairly certain there would be none. Still, comfort led to weakness. He slung his bow across his back and adjusted his cloak to cover his body.

When Soloman began smoking, Joss stepped away. "No, thank you." He replies to the offer in a hoarse voice. Though he tried not to, the smoke made him scowl. Joss pulled up the hood of his cloak to hide it.

2012-10-08, 10:20 AM
The Pilot's laugh at Solomon's remark echoed down from behind them. "I were you, I'd be praying there was such a thing as good luck. Emperor protects, friend."

The hatch hissed shut, and then they were alone in the shuttle bay. Nobody had come to meet them, which wasn't surprising. Inquisitor Valle had mentioned no contact, and Klybo was even more of a backwater nothing world than Sepheris Secundus had been - it was unlikely that the Inquisition bothered to keep any agents here. The local authorities, likewise, were uninformed of their true allegiance. The Emperor's Inquisition, openly going to Klybo, would have drawn too much attention.

There were two exits from the bay, that they could see. It wasn't large by any account, the roof rising just high enough to accomodate small shuttles like theirs. The walls were heavy-looking steel, dotted with attachment ports for fuel lines and power feeds. Above them, jutting out from the wall opposite the massive doors, was a control room with a window of tinted armourglass. The furthest exit had a sign over it, bright red letters declaring the door was for "Authorised Personnel Only." All in all, there wasn't a lot of choice about where to go...

Thinking it over, there was little the adept could recall. For all the rumours, no STCs or other significant technological discoveries had been made on Klybo, and neither the world or the station he ever recorded a cult presence of any sort. Klybo was a dead place, hardly significant enough to warrant attention from...

Well, from them. Novus didn't like to think about them. Busying his mind with other things, he ran over general facts. 68743-Alpha had a standing recorded population of ten thousand, or so, at any given time. Most of those, he knew, were Navy, but there were always the drifters and hanger-ons as well. The station was self-sufficient, as much as it could be, with extensive hydroponics bays for food production, and surprisingly good recycler units - water, after all, was hard to come by. It had been built as a re-fueling post, and there was always a Goliath-class ship nearby to keep the tanks full, leeching energy away from Klybo's star.

Severus Only
The warp was a fickle thing, but it was inextricably tied to life. Here, on Klybo's moon, it was nearly silent, almost peaceful. There were undercurrents of emotion in the immediate vicinity, of course. Thousands of souls on the ships and the station. Beyond that, there was nothing.

2012-10-08, 10:54 AM
Severus took another look around the hangar, checked his micro-bead to confirm its functionality and headed towards the nearest exit, gesturing for the rest to follow.

"We're here gentlemen. Let's stay sharp and keep our eyes open. The man we seek, Viator Raltus could be anywhere. Remember, we're not here under official Inquisitorial authority, so we should be careful in our dealings with local authorities and general population. I still have my Adeptus Astra Telepathica credentials though, which could at least grant us a measure of legitimacy in our endeavour, as far as other Imperial authorities and officials are concerned".

He paused for a few seconds, then continued.

"Viator Raltus arrived here a month ago and still hasn't departed, according to our intel. First priority is to find a place to set up our base of operations, though any leads that are discovered on the way - if we get that lucky that is - will be evaluated and pursued accordingly. After our base of operations and general accomodation is taken care of, we will initiate properly the investigation on that individual. We need to find him, detain him and discover why he's here and what is his connection to the mysterious R.A. If anyone spots him report it via micro-bead for the whole team to take action. Let's move out. The Emperor protects".

2012-10-08, 12:42 PM
The Pilot's laugh at Solomon's remark echoed down from behind them. "I were you, I'd be praying there was such a thing as good luck. Emperor protects, friend."
"My point exactly. The Emperor protects - luck's got nothing to do with it. Thanks for the ride."

Solomon let the psyker take command. He, himself, was no leader.

"I know the drill, that's my kind of job. May I suggest we make a quick tour of the outpost before we start announcing ourselves and our mission? Always best to keep a low profile until we know the place."

2012-10-08, 01:17 PM
"I know the drill, that's my kind of job. May I suggest we make a quick tour of the outpost before we start announcing ourselves and our mission? Always best to keep a low profile until we know the place."

"Very well said Solomon. Your expertise in this particular field I believe that it will be more than welcome and certainly useful in tracking down our man".

2012-10-08, 04:10 PM
He hadn't considered that angle: both the outpost and the planet are small and sparsely populated, which might not feed twisted mutant conspiracies as well as huge metropolis-stations. The wickedness here seems more likely to be of the inbred backwater variety. Well, unless something ancient sleeps beneath the deserts...

Novus shakes his head briefly but rapidly like he's trying to toss a bug off his face. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts.

"May--hhhheeehhhhrmrhmrhmhrm..." The adept's squeaky voice cracks from recent disuse and he coughs to clear his throat before timidly trying again: "Maybe...there is a surveillance system here. If we could access it, we could see whether this Raltus is still here on the station or the planet, and where and when he's moved about. Even if we cannot find him that way, we might get a better idea of what he's doing here and who he's working with."

The local authorities probably won't just let them wander into control rooms and start reviewing files, but even if they're not openly flaunting their Acolyte status, they're still part of the Inquisition. To hell with what these people like or don't like; Novus wants to find Raltus and get out of here as soon as possible.

Thanatos 51-50
2012-10-09, 12:19 AM
After his ill-fated assignment to investigate Mira's homicide Gabriel had been hoping to return to Tarsus. That hope proved futile.
Instead, he found himself on another cramped void-ship going to some other desolate, Emperor-forsaken warp-hole, without even a decent regicide partner.
At least it was bound to be warmer.

The young priest stepped lightly from the beaten Arvus and adjusted his brand-new round-shield's strap. He'd won it betting against one of the Baron's men who fancied himself rather good at regicide. Said soldier was, obviously, not. A good thing, too, because there was no way Gabe was actually going to part with his sidearm.
The Metallican gave his iron a reassuring pat underneath his robes. It was an old friend. They were ne'er to part.

"A tour of the outpost would be prudent, yes." Cortez agreed, wearing his most charming smile.
"If for nothing else, then the possibility of asking the other authorities to politely leave the room while I ransacked their surveillance tapes."
Gabe flashed a wide, warm grin to the nervous adept.
"You'd be surprised what happens when you just append 'Please' to the front of your words."

2012-10-09, 01:19 PM
Overhead, the dull blare of the void siren went on suddenly. Their pilot meant to leave, and the bay doors would be opening soon to admit the Arvus. They would have to leave. As if to punctuate that, the siren was muted for a moment by the mechanical drone of a recorded voice.

"All personnel to vacate the flight deck. Repeat, all personnel to vacate the flight deck."

2012-10-09, 01:44 PM
"We need to move quickly gentlemen. We'll discuss our course of action once outside of the hangar. Come on".

Severus proceeded to the nearest exit, gesturing for the other acolytes to follow. Their ideas of approach to this situation were all sound and Severus thanked the Emperor silently, for being in the company of such competent and faithful servants of the Imperium. He prayed that He safeguard his mind and soul from the perils of the Warp and that he fullfills his duties as best as possible, during this assignment as well

2012-10-09, 09:28 PM
The siren makes Novus let out a high-pitched whine as his lungs empty in a whistling rush, accompanied by what looks like a standing seizure. His shivering convulsions turn into a sort of hopping dance as he moves for the door, only slowing and then stopping when he realizes he isn't on fire or dead yet. From there he stands awkwardly, twitching, until Severus takes the lead. Novus shuffles after him wordlessly, his head tilted down to hide his expression beneath his mesh hood.

It's going to be a long trip.

2012-10-10, 02:54 PM
The nearest exit proved to be a sturdy airlock, big enough to admit all of them with room to spare. The door shut behind them, the room they had left behind hissing softly as the atmosphere equalised with outside. A muted roar, all that was audible in the thin air of Klybo's moon, sounded as their shuttle took off, leaving them behind. The pilot had certainly been eager to leave...

They didn't have much time to think about that before the airlock's other door cycled open, revealing a sort of odd marketplace that had sprung up amidst the station's corridors. There were few proper shops, most of the 'merchants' making do with a ragged blanket or borrowed metal table. Nor were their goods the sort you'd expect to find on display under glass cases in Scintilla's fine stores. There were dozens of humans packed into the hall, with their backs to the walls, hawking their wares to the scant few people that passed by. They were dirty haggard things, their clothes covered in pale tan dust, and as the door opened, a few turned to look at the acolytes, something akin to hunger in their eyes. They were desperate, Severus realised, desperate for... what?

"You buy?" One of them called, holding up a badly corroded metal box, its surface marked and worn. The chorus was taken up by others nearby, thrusting their motley collections of junk out for inspection.

"Finest archeotech," the first man to speak told them, hefting the box. "I pried this from the surface, deep within the ruins of a colony. Many wonders I found there, most are gone now. Sold to fine people like yourselves. If you like, I will sell you the location of the colony as well, go down, see for yourselves, hm? I have the genuine article."

"Don't listen to him!" Another one shouted, holding up a little power cell, jumbles of torn wires protruding from its base. "Look at this! Mark IV power cell, guaranteed to last thousands of years, and may the Emperor himself strike me down if I lie. Hook this up, it will power anything you like."

Then he was drowned out, a grubby-looking old man brandishing an ancient laspistol and speaking far more loudly than his wasted frame looked capable of making his pitch. "This," he said, shaking the pistol, "Any man in the Imperium would be proud to own this. Dates back to the dark age of technology, but for you, I will give the best price. Twenty five thrones, sir, and it is yours. Tell me, where else will you find a bargain like this?"

The navy personnel were avoiding eye contact with the ragged merchants, Solomon noticed, hurrying past with their eyes down, ignoring the dregs around them. They had seen it before, were used to it now. One of them, a rating by his uniform, glanced up and caught their eyes. Looking away hurriedly, almost fearfully, as if the acolytes might suddenly pull their own ruined junk from their pockets and try to sell it to him, if he tarried. For that was what the merchants were selling. Junk. Junk pulled from the surface of Klybo and brought here, to the only place they might have a chance at earning back a little of the money they had wasted on their expeditions.

2012-10-10, 04:37 PM
The burly bounty hunter strode through the crowd of unwashed sellers in a perfectly straight line without bothering to circle anyone. Let them get out of the way if they did not want to get bumped into; he had dealt with plenty of riots during his early days in the Adeptus Arbites, and he knew how not to give an inch of ground.

"Thank you, thank you," he grumbled, "I've got everything I need and not a whole lot of money."

They all want to leave, he realized. The sooner they can sell their junk, the sooner they can buy a trip back.

He could do nothing for them. It was their own damn fault for trying their luck in this hellhole in the first place.

2012-10-10, 05:24 PM
Severus walked behind Solomon, the middle aged psyker's unnaturally tall and thin figure looming ominously over the makeshift marketplace of Klybo's station, as he made his way through the gathered people. The air smelled of something...smelled of desperation. All of these people were desperate and seemed quite on edge. Severus didn't like that. People who had lost hope, may very well lose their faith to the Master of Mankind as well, and those who consider themselves as having nothing to lose can become unpredictable and quite dangerous in their reactions.

Not much of an expert in matters of tech, Severus wished he'd still have Mouse at his side. She was quite accumstomed to those things and she could quickly identify anything of real value or utility among the wares of those people. The only thing he could do at present, was to expand his senses, beyond the realm of matter and attempt to detect any special or strong psychic imprint on any of those items. That and keep his eyes open for anyone that could resemble the man they were here to find.


Requesting a Psyniscience test.

2012-10-10, 09:23 PM
They'll have a bit of a chain going, then, because if Novus had to navigate the crowd on his own, he'd be lucky to make it to the other side, and practically miraculous to do so with all his belongings. As it is, he tightens his armored cloak and puts one hand on each of his pistols while he walks to make sure they don't wander off.

It takes some nerve to walk behind Severus, although certainly not close enough to touch the psyker. He does feel slightly better than if he was in front. Then again, he's probably now got the assassin at his back.

All factors considered, Novus half-mutters, half-whimpers to himself as he painstakingly maintains the same pace as the man in front of him. Snippets of speech don't make it far past his hood; the memorized comfort-prayers to the Emperor for courage aren't meant for the people around him anyway.

2012-10-10, 10:26 PM
Joss falls into line. He pulls down his hood to better keep an eye out behind them, and to better glare at any desperate merchant who came too close. One glance from those animalistic eyes should be enough to repel them, but should it prove insufficient the assassin rather conspicuously had a hand on the hilt of his sword. The man waving the laspistol earned a particularly wicked glare, accompanied by a bit of a snarl, as they passed by. "I hate to suggest this." He growls. "But perhaps one of these people know where our friend has gone? Might've sold him on a site?"

2012-10-11, 03:08 PM
Joss' eyes weren't quite enough to deter the wretched, though they seemed to give the warrior a wider berth than they did the others. The selection of goods on offer was wide and varied, the product of being torn from their natural place hundreds, or possibly thousands, of years after they had last been used. There were cogs and springs, more metallic boxes like the one the first man to speak had been holding, and a rough assortment of weaponry, ancient and worn blades stacked alongside the guns, but they were all so old and dusty, it was probable that half of them no longer worked.

And still, the offers continued. They were promised that a simple gearbox was actually an archeotech thought engine, that an iron disk would unlock a vault full of treasures. One man with a stack of grubby dataslates swore up and down that each one led to fabulous wealth, buried beneath the sands.

"Look at this," one said, holding up his offering of a weapon in both palms. "Real bolt pistol, one of my luckiest finds. Everything must go, alas, and I will sell it to you for a song, friend. A song! This is a steal, and you will never see its like again..."

Something else, though, had caught Solomon's eye. Resting against the wall behind one of the ragged merchants was a dusty laspistol, the charge pack that went with it sitting on a folded cloth next to the weapon. Unlike the other laspistol they'd seen, though, this one looked almost new. The dirt almost hid it, but there was no way that gun had been lying in the sand for hundreds of years. Looking around at the other items near it, he noticed something else that looked newer than it had any right to; a standard medkit, much like the one that had been stuffed in the crash webbing near the front compartment of the Arvus that had brought them here.

Keeping an eye on the assortment of junk they were walking past, Gabe found he could pick out the functions of a few of the pieces. There was one thing that looked like a broken vox set of a design no longer used, its entenna snapped off. Another of the many metal boxes proved to be an ancient pict recorder. The 'bolt pistol' was actually a Spitfire, and had almost certainly not come from Klybo's surface. Nor, indeed, would it have had the same stopping power as a real bolt pistol. One thing that caught his attention was an old augmetic eye, its lenses dulled from age. It was missing the cranial interface plugs, but other than that it certainly looked servicable.

There were other things too, bits of treasure amongst the trash. An unassuming silver cylinder looked like it might actually be an older model combi-tool, and one of the merchants had a whole box of auto-quills.

Severus Only
Almost all of the items here were far too old to carry any sort of psychic impression, and the stink of desperation from the humans they were packed in with clouded out the ones that did. He thought he caught something, a hint of fire and pain, but it vanished as rapidly as it had appeared and try as he might, the psyker could not locate it again.

2012-10-11, 04:36 PM
Solomon walked over to the merchant.

"This laspistol," he said, pointing at the dusty but new-looking gun and trying not to look too interested. "Any chance you can remember where you found it?"

2012-10-11, 07:36 PM
If Solomon is leading the way through the crowd, presumably they'll all end up stopped in front of this seller. Novus tries to cautiously look around the taller Severus to see what's going on; his first reaction is to feel indignant that one of the acolytes got suckered into giving a second look at this trash. He can't actually see what's being offered, but he hears something about a song. It's probably just a scam to make them stand still long enough to pay with actual Thrones--or so the merchant's friends can rob them. Novus grips his pistols tighter under his cloak and tucks his shoulders in; he looks even more like a little old man than usual.

Thanatos 51-50
2012-10-11, 08:25 PM
Gabe splits from the group and begins to casually pick through the items in the booth selling the augmentic eye, initiating small talk with the proprietor of the booth itself.
When he "stumbles across the eye, the cleric pauses.
"Where'd you get this little nugget?" he asks, moving as if to pick the item up before apparently thinking better of it and pointing, instead.
Dammit, Gabe! Your primary purpose is Victory Through Charm rolls! Why do you always fail?

2012-10-12, 11:17 AM
Severus almost halted entirely, the intense feeling of pain subsiding inside his mind, cursing his inability to pursue this fleeting hint. Standing there for a moment, as his comrades browsed the various wares, probably in search of something with real value, he nodded to Joss.

"You have a point Mr. Voss. he subvocalised via his micro-bead. I'll give it a try".

Concentrating, he prayed intensely to the Immortal God Emperor, to safeguard his soul and all others in the vicinity, as he carefully opened his mind to the vastness of Immaterium. Breathing still heavily, the middle-aged psyker, went forth to ask certain well placed questions to various merchants around him, in an attempt to acquire information on the man they were sent here to find. Viator Raltus.

2012-10-12, 01:05 PM
"Well," said the merchant, looking up at Solomon, "that one? I found that one in a ruined shuttle, I did indeed. It's nice, isn't it? Much nicer than the one old Hadum's got over there. I can give it to you for no less than 50 thrones, I'm afraid, such a fine weapon as this."

Gabe's chosen man, meanwhile, kept a wary eye on the cleric as his things were picked over. He looked quite high-strung, this one, and the unkempt beard he was sporting marked him as someone who had spent a great deal of time on the surface. "That? That's an.. an eye, yes it is. An eye. Good quality, hmm? From the ruins, yes. The big city. I had to go down below it."

Lowering his voice to a whisper,. the merchant glanced left and right. "They don't know, but there's hidden vaults down under the city. I found one, I did."

While his compatriats chatted to the individual merchants, Severus took a more general line of inquiry. He moved amongst the people, asking questions here and there, pointing at and inspecting individual trinkets to show he was interested, then moving on. The answers were, largely, somewhat dissapointing. He had been seen, or he had not been seen, or maybe someone who looked like him. One of the merchants said that Viator had died for sure, his shuttle going down in a fireball. Another said that they'd seen him go back and forth between the ground and the station a few times. Nobody seemed to have known him personally.

Eventually, the Psyker happened upon a spot of luck. "Sure, sure. I seen him." The grizzled old man scratched his stubble, peering up at Severus out of sunken eyes. "Fancy lookin' sot, he were, eh? Wif the..." he gestured at his nose, which was squashed and flat. Viator's had been hawkish and aquiline, in the picture they'd seen. "The nose thing. Yeah, I seen him for sure. You were lookin' for 'im, maybe? Well, my memory, it ain't wot it used to be like, see..."

The merchant looked pointedly at the psyker, then down at his collection of merchandise. Most of it looked fairly worthless to Severus. Individual gears and pistons and mechanical components torn from engines of varying sorts. There was a bowl full of batteries in different sizes. One of them looked like it would fit a standard power input for a laspistol.

Thanatos 51-50
2012-10-12, 01:45 PM
Gabe leaned in towards the merchant conspiratorially and pitched his voice to a whisper.
"Seems to me, a man might be interested in the vaults under the city. A man might pay for that information. Anybody ever ask you for it before?"


2012-10-12, 02:05 PM
Severus caught the merchant's gaze and nodded approvingly, his face a mask of sympathy and understanding.

"But ofcourse, sir. Time passes and memory, like so many other things needs to be recharged, right? I wonder, what would the price be on that battery?", he said, a long thin finger pointing to the battery that would most likely fit in his laspistol.

"Maybe with this I could help recharge dormant memories among other things, don't you agree?"

2012-10-13, 08:29 AM
"Mebbe you could, mebbe you could." The merchant nodded to Severus. "I fink I could let you have that one for... let's say, ten frones? S' a fine one, it is, to be sure." Grinning a gap-toothed grin at the psyker, he plucked the charge pack out of the bowl, holding out his hand for the money. "I fink mebbe my memory might be comin' back some."

The other man, the one speaking to Gabe, smiled nervously at the priest. "Well, maybe they did. Them vaults, though, I only found the one. It's mine now, see? Good stuff down there, very good stuff. I can bring you back some, if you like. Dunno what's in the others, but I'm sure there's more."

2012-10-13, 08:40 AM
Severus nodded to the old merchant, retrieving the sum of thrones to pay for the charge pack and the promise of further information on the whereabouts of Viator Raltus, without much negotiations on the price. He wasn't quite adept on the ways of haggling and if the information gained was accurate enough to provide them with a good lead on their man, he would be content.

"I think it would be acceptable, if it is as good as you say. I also believe your memory must be coming back already, am I right?"

2012-10-13, 09:22 AM
"Well," said the merchant, looking up at Solomon, "that one? I found that one in a ruined shuttle, I did indeed. It's nice, isn't it? Much nicer than the one old Hadum's got over there. I can give it to you for no less than 50 thrones, I'm afraid, such a fine weapon as this."
Solomon did his best not to look too curious. Interest might reveal that such information was worth a bribe, and right now he did not have enough money for this. "Oh? A crashed shuttle? The Emperor have their souls... Wasn't too large a shuttle, I hope?"

Inquiry 42: [roll0]

Thanatos 51-50
2012-10-13, 12:29 PM
"Surely, my friend, it would be much easier on the both of us if I just paid you you for the items, sight unseen, and I went down there myself to get them? You get to keep whatever I don't take, and you don't have to go down there, yourself.
Surely, somebody else has already made you a similar offer.
And, most assuredly - if you can just tell me what type of thing to look for, I could look for another vault, myself and leave yours untouched." Gabe bargained, producing some ecclesiastical notes from inside his his robes and quietly placing them upon the booth.
"I might even pay very well if you described any other man who sought this information from you."

[roll3] (To see if this transaction is attracting attention. It isn't every day a heavily-armed cleric produces some throne at a scavenger's stall)

2012-10-13, 07:22 PM
"Aye, sir, 'tis, at that. Yeah, that guy you was lookin' for? Got 'imself an apartment, that 'e did." Taking the money, the merchant counted it carefully and stuffed it into a pocket, handing the small charge pack to Severus. "Fink he was lookin' fer somefin on the surface, though, that goes for most o' us, eh? 'e were staying up in the 'ab levels, wif the fancy types as can afford it."

Smiling again, the merchant spread his hands to show he didn't know anything more. "You enjoy your purchase there, friend."


Solomon's man looked dissapointed that the bounty hunter didn't seem interested in buying the pistol, taking the weapon in his hands and offering it up for inspection, as if that might increase his chances of making a sale. "No, no, not too large. Just a modified assault boat, I think. Couldn't have fit more than a handful of men in it, and they must have left in a hurry once it went down. I certainly didn't see anyone, just what they left behind."


"Weeeeell..." The man seemed to be considering it, looking at the pile of money Gabe had put in front of him. Nobody else was paying it much attention beyond jealous glances, probably wishing they'd managed to find whatever it was Gabe seemed keen on buying first. "Most of them, they was men like me. Looking for something. I figure them vaults is where the STCs are. Didn't find none in the one as I got, if that's what you're after. That what you're looking for, hm? You and that other fellow?"

2012-10-13, 11:14 PM
"No, no, not too large. Just a modified assault boat, I think. Couldn't have fit more than a handful of men in it, and they must have left in a hurry once it went down. I certainly didn't see anyone, just what they left behind."
Interesting. Very interesting. Solomon kept his card-playing face on and spoke in a conversational tone: "Well, whoever that was, I'm glad for them! Did it crash far from here? One has to wonder why they didn't land here..."

Thanatos 51-50
2012-10-14, 12:11 AM
"Tell me about the other fellow." Gabe prompted immediately, trying to keep his tone conversational.

2012-10-14, 03:36 AM
"Aye, sir, 'tis, at that. Yeah, that guy you was lookin' for? Got 'imself an apartment, that 'e did." Taking the money, the merchant counted it carefully and stuffed it into a pocket, handing the small charge pack to Severus. "Fink he was lookin' fer somefin on the surface, though, that goes for most o' us, eh? 'e were staying up in the 'ab levels, wif the fancy types as can afford it."

Smiling again, the merchant spread his hands to show he didn't know anything more. "You enjoy your purchase there, friend."

"Thank you very much. And that's quite interesting friend", responded Severus amiably, "pray tell though, there are actually fancy types on Klybo? Who'd have ever thought..."

Severus lingers for a while, chatting with the merchant, in case he can find out any more information, and keeping an eye on the other cell-members, to be ready to move as soon as they've finished their own inquiries.

2012-10-14, 10:37 AM
Severus will notice Novus essentially hiding in Solomon's shadow, silently waiting and doing some watching of his own, although he's less observant about it. An inherent inability to meet anyone's eyes for more than a brief glance doesn't make him a good spotter; he looks at the ground just as often as he searches for his fellow acolytes or trouble. On the bright side, he isn't getting himself lost or causing trouble, so there's that.

2012-10-14, 12:57 PM
"One would imagine they got caught in a sandstorm, trying to land on the planet. Looking for something, of course, everyone is looking for something. Sometimes we find something, hm?" Putting the laspistol back down, the merchant raised a questioning eyebrow at Solomon. "I assure you, it is in excellent condition, if that is what you're concerned about."


"Fancy's relative. Won't find no spire nobles around here, but some of them as go looking for the STCs, they've got backing, eh? Not sure where your man found his, though." The merchant lapsed into small talk easily, seemingly happy with selling the psyker his charge pack.


"Oh, him, well. He were this tall, sorta hawkish lookin' blighter. Didn't trust him none, no sir. Going about askin' questions 'bout people digging up things, he were. Under the city, under the desert. No, I didn't tell him about my vault. Reckon he would've shot me and had the lot, quick as you like." The old man's beard waggled as he shook his head at Gabe. "That one an' his friend are bad news, you'll see. Spend enough time here, you learn to pick out the bad ones."

2012-10-14, 02:03 PM
"Fancy's relative. Won't find no spire nobles around here, but some of them as go looking for the STCs, they've got backing, eh? Not sure where your man found his, though." The merchant lapsed into small talk easily, seemingly happy with selling the psyker his charge pack.

Severus nodded to the merchant.

"Indeed, indeed. Who'd go about searching for such things without backing. Expeditions of that sort must be lengthy and costly, one would imagine. You did say he actually found an STC or you were refering to his backing?" Severus acted genuinely surprised. "In the former case, I really wonder how he pulled that off. Many come to Klybo searching for one but most say it's a fool's errand. Do you know that he found an STC for a fact?"

2012-10-15, 09:46 AM
"What? No, nobody's found any of them. I meant his backing." The man shrugged, settling back against the wall. "Most of the people who come here are the sort looking to make a fortune, not spend one."

2012-10-15, 12:36 PM
"Oh, I see. His backing. Well...", Severus said rubbing absently his chin, as if trying to remember something, "...it certainly is remarkable, now that you mention it. It is true indeed that most people come here seeking a fortune, but this may not always be the case. Maybe he tried that before and returned now, better prepared for whatever he's looking for. Perhaps some sort of eccentric noble wanted to get a good chance at been regarded as a patron of science, funding such an exploratory expedition in Klybo, and V.R. happened to have the right connections. Everything is possible".

"Although, one has to be careful with how he spends his funds, lest they're depleted before his purpose is fullfilled. Is his spending so obvious, apart from the fact that he resides in better conditions in the hab blocks? He's hired people from here for jobs, for example, or purchased any expensive equipment?"

2012-10-15, 04:10 PM
"I assure you, [the pistol] is in excellent condition, if that is what you're concerned about."
"I'm sure it is. Do you remember where that crashed shuttle was?" Solomon inquired.

2012-10-17, 12:10 PM
"He weren't too concerned about running out. Put a pair of shuttles on indefinite lease, hired a couple of us to help 'im out on the surface. Didn't hear of him buying any equipment, though, and I ain't seen the guys he hired since... oh, coupla weeks ago, maybe."


"On the surface." Soloman's chosen conversation partner shrugged. "I don't know co-ordinates, sorry."

Thanatos 51-50
2012-10-17, 01:15 PM
Gabe reached inside his robes again and produced the pict recording of Viator Raltus.
"Is this the 'other fellow' in question?" he asks.

2012-10-18, 08:42 AM
"He weren't too concerned about running out. Put a pair of shuttles on indefinite lease, hired a couple of us to help 'im out on the surface. Didn't hear of him buying any equipment, though, and I ain't seen the guys he hired since... oh, coupla weeks ago, maybe."

"Hmm...I see. They may have been quite busy then, working for him and all. Alright. Thank you very much for the conversation and the charge pack sir. May the Emperor smile upon your endeavours and your business as well. I will be on my way now".

2012-10-18, 10:42 AM
"On the surface." Soloman's chosen conversation partner shrugged. "I don't know co-ordinates, sorry."
"Pity," said Solomon, resolving to investigate further. "Well, I'm afraid fifty Thrones is quite above what I can afford if I hope to find any decent accommodations in this hellhole. Thanks all the same, and good luck."

2012-10-18, 09:38 PM
"Oh, well, alright then." The merchant Solomon had been talking to put his pistol away. "Well, good luck with your searching, friend. Remember me if you get a few thrones together, I only carry quality here."

Gabe received a nod of affirmation in response to his question, and stubborn denial of the knowledge of any further details. The bearded man hadn't wanted anything to do with Raltus, it seemed, and had kept his distance. By this point, most of the conversation was over, and a squad of harried looking navy personnel were trying to navigate the corridor of merchants, hastily fending off the items pushed in their direction. Looking behind them, Novus saw that another group had just rounded the corner. It was starting to get crowded down here...

where to, gentlemen (and m'lady)?

2012-10-20, 11:25 AM
Severus moved forward, having finished his conversation with the merchant.

Utilizing his micro-bead, he sent the following message to the other cell members.

"Move when ready. It's getting crowded in here. We need to compile any information acquired from marketplace and choose our next destination. V.R. has been seen here, resides in the hab levels, which are above this section and has some serious - if obscure - backing".

2012-10-23, 10:54 AM
Novus shrinks further into his mesh cloak until it looks like it's eating him. More people always make him nervous because it means more potential psychopaths; unsurprisingly, he isn't willing to leave Solomon the Crowd-Parter's shadow to force his way through to Severus on his own. When the arbitrator moves, Novus will be close behind.

Until then, he thinks about what he's just been told. Novus would choose to act with extreme caution, like he usually does, if he was in charge, but these others are probably going to want more speed. At least that gets him off this rock faster. Hopefully they'll go to the apartments, find one to make a temporary base while they're on the outpost, and then move in force to raid Raltus's own apartment. If Novus knows his own luck, Raltus won't be there, but some kind of trouble will.

2012-10-23, 01:44 PM
Leaving the merchants behind in light of the crowd of Navy trying to get through, the acolytes found that the impromptu market got thinner the further they were from the shuttle bay. It looked like it got thicker again up ahead, though, clustered around another pair of airlock doors, so they took a side passage deeper into the station, looking for the hab levels. The Navy seemed to be good about posting signs, at least, pointing the direction to the station's various facilities. Gradually, they got a sense for the layout of the place.

The mid levels were administration and housing, signs pointing out the docking authority, administratum offices, and mechanicus templum. Down below were hydroponics and munitions storage, as well as links to the vast fuel tanks necessary to keep the navy vessels that stopped here running. The whole station was supposed to be self sufficient, as well as supplying restock for ships, and the size of the hydroponics operation it would require was staggering to think about. Up above were billets for Navy officers and personnel on shore leave, entertainment for the same, and a collection of offices and housing for the Imperial officials that called 68743-Alpha home. It had originally all been for them, but the prospectors had moved in soon after it was built, using the station as a waypoint on their trips to the surface of Klybo, and part of the hab levels had been given over to them in order to avoid having them getting in the way of work down in the sublevels.

After a little searching, they were able to find the office responsible for leasing apartments on the station. It was tucked away in a back corner of the administratum wing, which meant navigating between towering cabinets holding stacks of files and dodging servitors carrying more of the same between the various offices. The place was cramped, even moreso than the rest of the station, and full of twisting side passages that led nowhere in particular. Solomon suspected the Administratum liked it that way. Eventually, they reached the office, run by a single very bored looking clerk in dull grey robes. He peered at them over the rim of his glasses as they entered, raising his quill to his ledger. "Names?"

2012-10-23, 07:50 PM
I've seen less depressing prisons, thought Solomon as they walked deeper into the station. Who in his right mind would choose to make a living here?

"Solomon Tark," he introduced himself to the clerk.

2012-10-24, 06:26 AM
The hooded figure of the psyker loomed over the Administratum clerk, and observed the surroundings for a while, before responding.

"Severus Drake".

2012-10-24, 01:35 PM
Falkenrath made his way to the front of their group, to better look the clerk in the eyes as he declares himself to be

"Viator Raltus."

Now, if the Clerk had any sense at all, he should be able to guess that the feudal warrior was not the Archaeologist he claimed to be. Joss watched carefully for his reaction. With luck, this move may flush out their quarry.

2012-10-24, 02:40 PM
Always nervous about giving out his name in case it draws the attention of old acquaintances, Novus is working up the courage to step forward and speak when Joss beats him to it. He stops, puzzled by what the assassin hopes to achieve here. Still, it gets him off the hook for a few moments, so he stays silent and watches.

2012-10-24, 11:25 PM
The clerk blinked at Joss, looking the warrior up and down. He peered down at his ledger, ran his finger down the page, and tapped an entry. "It appears that you already have an apartment leased, Mr. Raltus. Unless there are two of you, or you are not in fact Mr. Raltus. In which case I would like your real name, thank you."

2012-10-24, 11:30 PM
Joss leaned forward, placing his hands on the desk. The stance pushes his cloak open, revealing the weapons hidden beneath. The Assassin glanced down, trying to get a look in the ledger. "And which apartment is that? I've forgotten the exact address." He looks up at the clerk, a feral grin on his face.

2012-10-24, 11:56 PM
The clerk stayed where he was, looking impassively at the impressive collection of weapons. He coughed. "You are not the Mr. Raltus who has leased that particular apartment. Accessing that information would require you provide proof of proper authority and fill out a copy of form 193 B, not 193 A, for access to non-classified Administratum files. Now."

Looking past Joss at the other acolytes, the clerk continued. "There is a line. Is there something else I may help you with, or perhaps you might let Mr. Tark and Mr. Drake through to conduct their business?"

2012-10-25, 12:06 AM
Joss looked down at the ledger again. He couldn't read the entries upside down, but there was an easy fix for that. "I need this." The assassin declares, before picking up the ledger, careful to keep the proper page marked. He steps aside to read, clearing the way for the others in the 'line.' That should keep the clerk happy, right?

2012-10-25, 08:14 AM
Amusement dawned in Solomon's black eyes. I'm liking this fellow already, he thought.

"It'd be easier for all of us if you cooperated, sir," he told the clerk, his voice calm and almost apologetic. "My partner here has little patience for bureaucracy and I don't have direct authority over him." Old tactic to get people to talk; good arbitrator, bad arbitrator, they called it on his homeworld.

2012-10-25, 10:05 AM
Novus also likes Joss, in that the other man seems great at drawing attention to himself and away from nerve-wracked adepts. He inches away from both the assassin and Solomon, now that he's joining in too, and tries to look unimportant. Under his cloak, he grips his pistol again. Hopefully this won't come to trouble, but when has hope ever done much for anyone?

Thanatos 51-50
2012-10-25, 04:22 PM
Gabriel stayed quiet whilst Joss performed his song and dance before stepping up to the counter.
"It is beyond the scope of your position for you to know all the works of the Imperium." the young priest intones. "Your duty to the Emperor and His Imperium requires you to say nothing about this encounter to anybody."

Gabriel smiled a cruel smile and touched the hilt of his scimitar.
"I'd hate to tell my superiors that we need to purge this station, for its people have forgotten about their Sacred Duty to Him on Terra."

2012-10-25, 08:11 PM
Having spent much of his life among very threatening people, Solomon could easily tell that his comrades were only moderately scary, no matter how dangerous they truly were. To help drive home the point that they were not to be trifled with, he flashed his badge and gave the clerk a long, hard stare.

Intimidate 34: [roll0]

2012-10-26, 07:24 AM
Severus kept silent, letting his colleagues conduct this phase of investigation, awaiting patiently to see if the clerk would be willing to disclose any more clues on the accomodation of Mr. Raltus on this station, something that would be quite valuable to their current tracking attempt.

2012-10-26, 09:27 AM
"You can't!" The clerk squawked indignantly when Joss stole his ledger, starting to rise. He didn't have a weapon on him, from all appearances, and Solomon's stare was enough to get him seated again, muttering under his breath about 'privileged Administratum information' and how his supervisors 'would hear about this.'

The ledger itself contained little more than a list of names, dates and numbers. Viator Raltus was halfway down the page, slightly above where the list ended. He was in apartment suite 513, wherever that was.

2012-10-26, 08:05 PM
"Five One Three." Joss reports, shutting the ledger with a thud. "Where is it?" He asks the clerk, holding the ledger out to him. The Assassin wasn't intending to let go until he got his answer, though.

2012-10-26, 09:07 PM
The clerk took the ledger, tugging on it in frustration, but failing to make much headway. Scowling at Joss, he sat back in his chair.

"Who wants to know?"

2012-10-27, 02:23 PM
Joss starts to wonder if this clerk was especially stupid. Obviously he was the one who wanted to know.

"You know what? I think I'll keep this." He decides, trying to tuck the ledger away in his cloak. He starts to turn to leave, as well. "Can't be too hard to find." He says mostly to himself.

2012-10-27, 02:56 PM
The idea of not just bullying the Administratum, but actually stealing information from them, makes Novus's gray skin turn paler. This could earn them an enemy on the station that they won't appreciate, particularly if armed adepts and enforcers come for them when they're already engaged with Raltus--or worse things.

"If you help us, we can leave you alone," he mumbles from inside his hood.

New to this system as I am, I'm not entirely sure what I need to roll to make an untrained skill work, aside from that I'll have the Void-Born penalty (unless the clerk is one too) for it being Fellowship-based. As such, I don't particularly expect it to work, as the feeble attempt suggests. Still, who knows?

Charm: [roll0]

2012-10-27, 03:30 PM
Joss starts to wonder if this clerk was especially stupid. Obviously he was the one who wanted to know.

"You know what? I think I'll keep this." He decides, trying to tuck the ledger away in his cloak. He starts to turn to leave, as well. "Can't be too hard to find." He says mostly to himself.

"If you leave," the clerk pointed out, his face the picture of deliberate bureaucratic obtuseness, "two things will happen. First, you won't get the answer you want, and second, I will bring the station provosts down on all your heads for obstruction of proper station function and theft of Administratum property."

2012-10-27, 03:41 PM
Joss peers at the clerk. He seemed serious about this threat, and surely authorities here were actually competent enough to cause him trouble. The assassin sighs, his plan to get leverage on the clerk having failed. Having the provosts (whatever they were) after them wouldn't help them find their target or finish their mission. Besides, he had all the information he needed. It just might take him a bit longer to find the apartment without the clerk's help.

"Catch." The feudal worlder tossed the ledger back at the clerk. He wasn't aiming to hurt the guy, just trying to cause him to panic for a moment.

Thanatos 51-50
2012-10-27, 04:09 PM
"Listen." Gabe said with a heavy sigh, "Here's how the wafer crumbles. I'm obviously with the Adeptus Minstorum. My friend here --" Gabe waved to Solomon "-- just showed you his badge. And you're obviously not a stupid man. You're dedicated to your job. I respect that. What you need to know - and I think you'll agree with me that too much knowledge can be dangerous - is that while we obviously have the proper legal authority to be here, my compatriots can be a little rough around the edges when dealing with the..."
Cortez pretended to search for a word "... general population. Now, in the interest of keeping things as absolutely quiet as possible - after all, you wouldn't want to handle all that excess paperwork, you have quite enough to do - you'll have to trust that my friends and I need directions to Five-Thirteen as soon as possible. After we're gone, you can forget about us ever existing. Save everybody some time and paper."

By Him on Earth! An actual /baseline successful/ Charm check!

2012-10-27, 07:41 PM
Not fast enough to catch the book, the clerk ducked, sending it crashing into a filing cabinet with a metallic bang. He picked it up, glowering at Joss, and settled back into his desk, flipping through pages to find where the last filled one was.

"If that's what it takes to make you people go away," he grumbled, fussing over a wrinkled page. "It's on hab level one, just below the Navy docks. Very expensive rooms. I hope you know what you're doing, bothering Mr. Raltus."

Finding where he was in the ledger, he marked it with a red cloth bookmark and snapped it shut, leaning on it protectively. "Now, will you leave me in peace?"

2012-10-27, 08:12 PM
Now that was petty, Mr Falkenrath, thought Solomon. Too much bullying would make people talk about them, and investigating was hard enough without being preceded by a reputation.

"Yeah," he told the clerk in a curt, professional tone, "I believe we can leave you in peace if Raltus does turn out to reside there. And we do know what we're doing."

It was Raltus who should be worried.

2012-10-28, 01:47 PM
Severus nodded approvingly to brother Gabriel, in recognition of his timely intervention and finely executed defusion of the situation, and approached the clerk, his tall and exceedingly thin, almost spider-like frame, looming over him.

"Please excuse the methods of some of my more direct and slightly abrupt associates. Worry not, we shall not trouble you any further. And do keep in mind what my esteemed colleague, here, just told you. And know, that sometimes, even a small fraction of information, may be indispensible on the sacred mission of the Imperial Authorities. Know that you have provided such a service and that despite what you may perceive as a humble place, being an Aministratum clerk in this space station, the Immortal God Emperor, in His infinite wisdom, has granted you the chance to aid His devoted servants. The fact that you have done so, means that you answer to a calling far greater and more important than the one of your appointed job and thus you are truly blessed in His sight. Be at peace, sir, for we shall be on our way. The Emperor protects".

2012-10-28, 07:34 PM
Novus starts inching away, prepared to move faster when his companions join him. This went...well, adequately, he guesses, although he hopes their actions won't come back to haunt them. On the bright side, he's apparently going to get out of here without having to give his name. Let the others make noise and enemies; he'll be the Inquisitor's gray ghost. Whether or not he can avoid notice once they find Raltus, however, is another question entirely.

2012-10-28, 09:10 PM
Leaving the administratum clerk behind, they passed few people on their way out. Apparently the office was so buried that not even a book crashing into a filing cabinet drew much attention, here. Once, they turned a corner and nearly ran into a servitor carrying a large crate, but the construct stopped, droning about obstructions in its path, until they had moved past it.

From there, they were able to find an elevator to the upper hab levels. The clerk had said they would be looking for level one, and the elevator seemed to take ages to get that high, rumbling upwards through the station at a near glacial pace, creaking and pinging the whole way, the aging mechanism clearly maintained to a level barely within acceptable tolerances. Eventually it stopped, the steel doors grinding open, to reveal another gunmetal gray hallway indistinguishable from the one they had left behind, but for the signs on the walls. The nearest door on the left was marked 501, and the rooms continued on down the hall from there. Unlike the hallways near the shuttle bays, there were no merchants to be found here. In fact, the hall was completely empty of other people.

2012-10-28, 09:24 PM
That...could be a good sign.

"Maybe they're all sleeping or out on business?" Novus hopes hesitantly. He'd expected someone to be here, if not the kind of crowds they passed on the way in. Custodians seemed pretty likely for the higher-class apartments in this area. Maybe Raltus has been busy in a bad way. But surely someone would've noticed if he was clearing off an entire level, alone or with demonic friends.

Thanatos 51-50
2012-10-28, 10:50 PM
Empty corridors.
No way that could be a good thing. Nope.

Gabe unslung his shield, fastening it over his left arm and drew his scimitar. "I believe this is your show now Misters Tark and Falkenreath." he muttered, hanging back until the others moved in front of him.

2012-10-28, 11:15 PM
"I think you're being a bit edgy, Cortez," said Solomon calmly. "I'm with our pen-pusher friend here, it means nothing." Still, he rested a hand on the butt of his autogun as he walked along the hallway. He could draw it in a blink if needed. "So what do we do at door 513? Knock?"

2012-10-29, 10:21 AM
"Pen-pusher?" Novus repeats with quiet indignation. He also waits with Gabe until the sturdier acolytes take point. And like Gabe, he pulls his gigantic pistol from within his cloak.

"I was thinking a kind of knock," he admits pointedly.

2012-10-29, 11:50 AM
The assassin drew his sword and stalked down the hallway, keeping pace with Solomon. "If the door is locked, I can likely open it. We should try to not startle our quarry too soon, lest he flee." He suggests in low tones.

2012-10-29, 02:11 PM
The calm surroundings of the corridors on the hab level, were almost a pleasureable change, from the cacophony of the merchant row outside the landing bay. Yet Severus remained alert. According to theirr information, they should be closing to the accomodation of Viator Raltus and if what they had learnt was true, the man appeared to be an influential figure on Klybo's space station. They had to tread carefully.

The complete absence of anyone else on that level seemed to discomfort his companions somewhat, and Severus decided to contribute to the safety of their next course of action, by reaching out with his psychically enhanced senses, in an attempt to discern the presence or lack of it, of any individuals inside the appartment of V.R.

He gestured to the others to wait.

"Give me a moment, if you don't mind, to try and discern if any individuals are still inside the suspicious appartment. Stay alert, while I attempt to do so".

Chanting in a low voice, almost muffled by his respirator, he felt a strain in his head as the blood vessels expanded and his efforts to open his mind to the limitless energies of the Immaterium seemed to exact their usual toll on his physique. He prayed that he could remain in control throughout the process and that once more he could manage to emerge unscathed from his ordeal and prevent any harm from befalling his companions.


Invocation test: [roll0] vs 56 (skill at +10)

Attempting to manifest (and sustain) Sense Presence.

Power roll: [roll1] + 4 or +8 (if Invocation succeeds) vs 7.

EDIT: Sense Presence manifests successfully with 1 degree of overbleed.

2012-10-29, 11:13 PM
Severus Only
The flames of humanity were everywhere on the station, though muffled by the steel and void around them. There were few on this level, most of them situated above or below the acolytes, but there was one in Viator's apartment.

2012-10-31, 04:22 AM
Severus regained his composure, all while giving muffled prayers of gratitude to the Emperor, for safeguarding him once more, and gestured towards the apartment, to the other Acolytes, relaying his findings via micro-bead.

"I can only sense one individual in this apartment. Proceed with caution nonetheless. Remember, we need to discover as much as possible about V.R., his activities and his connection to our mysterious R.A. We should not use unnecesary force if at all possible".

2012-10-31, 09:14 AM
Novus shrinks in his cloak yet again. Crazy psykers. What he'd give for another few sets of eyes so he could watch all these people at the same time.

Thanatos 51-50
2012-10-31, 08:06 PM
"Right. Let's keep the level of force strictly in the realms of 'necessary;." Gabe concurred.
"I, personally, find kicking in the door without warning to be a prudent course of action. Don't want to give our loner time to get a gun, think, or run before we're on top of him."
Gabriel Cortex grinned wolfishly.
"Misters Tark, Falkreath: I say unto you: 'havoc'."

2012-10-31, 09:49 PM
"With respect, sir," drawled Solomon, "kicking in the door is all dramatic and heroic, but unless the door is rotten wood, you're liable to just sprain your ankle, alert the criminal that you're not there to borrow sugar, and not even make a dent in the damn thing. Speaking from personal experience here; all Arbitrator rookies try it once. I think we should knock."

2012-10-31, 10:00 PM
"Why knock when we can simply let ourselves in?" Joss proposes, before kneeling to examine the lock on the door.

2012-10-31, 11:15 PM
The bounty hunter rolled his eyes. "Why indeed."

He knocked three times.

Some people always had to make things needlessly complicated.

2012-10-31, 11:45 PM
The lock on the door was a magnetic card reader, far removed from the pin-and-tumbler affairs of Joss' homeworld. It would have been difficult for the man to know where to begin, let alone figure out how to get the thing to open.

Solomon's knock echoed a few times through the empty halls, the metal of the door ringing dully. The acolytes heard footsteps from the other side, and then the door slid open, revealing a sullen looking man in civilian dress, his face a patchwork of scars from old wounds. He carried an old, battered sword in one hand, sunken eyes peering at them, assessing the threat. Leaning against the doorframe, he let the point of the sword drop. His other hand, Solomon noticed, was hovering near the door control, so that even in the relaxed position he was in he'd be able to trigger it quickly.

"Yeah?" He said.

2012-11-01, 01:48 PM
Novus's eyes bug out at the straightforward approach; he's with Joss on this one. He'd much rather take a stealthy approach, or even go in guns blazing, rather than announcing themselves. Just what're they supposed to say now? Hello, we're with the Inquisition, and we're here to interrogate you about your connection to dark, heretic powers. There's a good chance we'll end up killing you at some point, and afterwards we'll go on to hunt down your boss and all your friends. Can we come in for a drink?

He's going to stand back and let Solomon talk his way through this one, all things considered.

2012-11-02, 03:11 PM
That......... is not our man.

It did not mean, however, that this fellow was harmless.

"Good day to you, sir," said Solomon cautiously. "We were told one Viator Raltus lived here."

2012-11-02, 05:16 PM
Severus waited. If his senses were right, and they usually were, on such matters, excluding of course cases were certain materials of phenomena interfered with his psychic capabilities, the individul present in the apartment would probably not opt to take an outright hostile approach to a simple inquiry on the whereabouts of Raltus. Violence was to be avoided, as much as possible, at least until any information could be retrieved, and that mattered. The middle aged psyker sighed deeply - leaning on the corridor wall behind him - as once more his eyes rolled back in his sockets and his head felt as if getting pounded by a warhammer. Prayers of protection almost unconsciously slipped from his lips, and his psyche navigated the twisted realm of Immaterium, forming a connection, through which energy flowed into his being, allowing to enhance some of his capabilities which could prove handy in the present situation.

Taking a few deep breaths and forcing his heartbeat to a reduced, more manageable rate, Severus approached the door as it opened, studying the man standing behind it, inside the apartment that V.R. was supposed to reside in. He secretly hoped that it would be Raltus himself the one to open the door, but deep inside he did not believe it. It didn't match the profile of him and his modus operandi thus far. Having hired several people, according to the information the acolytes had gained from the merchants, and also being a knowledgable fellow with secret and serious funding, Severus was certain that Raltus would be careful, even in a place as isolated and almost forsaken by the Imperium as Klybo.

After hearing Tark greeting the man, he spoke up. The voice emerging from beneath his cloak's hood was calm, concealing his recent mental exertion, while his serious tone and overall no-nonsense demeanour sent the message that they were indeed here to see Raltus about a serious matter.

"Indeed sir. As a matter of fact we would be obliged if would be so kind as to tell us if we could speak with him or point us to his current location. We bring information from offworld, regarding a matter of critical importance, from one of his past associates".


Attempting to manifest and sustain Trusting Aura.

Invocation test: [roll0] vs 56

Power roll: [roll1] +4 (or +8 if Invocation succeeds) vs 7

2012-11-02, 06:31 PM
"He might." The man was wary, that much was certain. From the way he treated his weapons, he was probably a professional bodyguard, or something of the sort, left behind to mind the apartment. "But he's not in right now. You can leave him a message, if you want. I'll see it gets to him."

Thanatos 51-50
2012-11-04, 10:59 PM
"I'm afraid you don't understand, my friend." Gabe butted in. "It has to do with Malifi. His ears only. I'm sure you understand. We need to see him now. While I'm sure our mutual friend has fine taste in bodyguards, this is really quite above your paygrade. Point us to him or him to us immediately."

So... um... what type of roll are you looking for? I'm sure it's fellowship of some sort, right? Deceive?

2012-11-05, 12:09 AM
"When people come from off-world to have a chat with someone," Solomon warned the scarred man softly, "they don't usually let themselves be stopped by a Throne-damned door. So please don't even try to close it on us."

2012-11-05, 09:24 AM
With a sigh and a calming gesture, Severus intervened, in an attempt to prevent the situation from escalating further.

"Now, now please gentlemen calm down. No reason to be impolite to the man here or rush him. He's just doing his job. Stay guard on the apartment, don't let anyone in, receive any messages that are left for me etc. The usual stuff.

Please excuse my associates, sir. Travelling for a long time and carrying critical news for somebody, tends to have that effect on people. I'm sure you understand. What might elude you though - and that is also completely understandable of course - is the importance of the message that we are here to deliver to Mr. Viator Raltus, as well as of the need to deliver it directly and solely to him.

Having said that, and knowing that you are doing the best for his interests, I would respectfully request that you point us to his current location, as the matter for which we seek him is of such gravity that it cannot wait. I for one would not want to be in your place when Mr. Raltus finds out that you didn't speed us on our way, while we were demonstrating such urgency and secrecy regarding our cause. I would really appreciate it if you'd think of it more clearly and provide us with the necessary information to reach him. He might be in danger even as we speak and that we cannot let to happen".


Apologies for the delay Destro. Seems like I lost track of time a bit. :smallredface:

2012-11-05, 11:33 AM
The man's expression soured at the comments directed his way. He didn't look like one to take kindly to being told what to do, nor did he seem especially pleased at the talk of his pay grade. He waited through Severus' speech, though, without slamming the door in their faces. When it was done, he spoke again.

"Right, that's all well and good, but what you didn't seem to grasp the first time is when I said 'he's not in right now.' Meaning he's out. You and the rest of your heavily armed motley crew out there, you want to find him because your message is too important to wait? Good luck with that. He's on the planet down there, one great frakking giant dustball worth of terrain to search through, and I can't say I know which bit of it he's chosen to kip on right this moment."

His piece said, he thumped the door control, the heavy steel door starting to slide shut immediately.

So, anyone who likes to can make an agility test (at +20) to try and get a foot/appendage/sword or what have you in the door before it closes. It's not an especially speedy door.

2012-11-05, 01:22 PM
The gray adept doesn't move to stop the door; he won't force everyone's hand like that, and he's not the type to take leadership initiative anyway. Novus stands nervously ready to follow someone's lead, though. If one of the others tries to bust inside, he quickly aims his pistol, ready to help fight their way into the apartment (from the back of the group, naturally).

2012-11-06, 01:17 PM
Joss had remained in a crouch near the door, originally to attempt to unlock the door. The assassin had not risen when this man, not their target but someone with a connection to Viator Raltus, had answered the door. Falkenrath knew he could close that door in an instant. If the Emperor willed it, he could move just as fast if not faster. Throughout the conversation he had remained quiet, but ready to leap through the doorway and tackle the man. Witht he door closing, the assassin reacts and goes into action.

Leap! [roll0]

2012-11-06, 04:26 PM
Joss' target hadn't expected to be charged, but he was quick. He stepped back out of the warrior's path, placing the blade of his sword between them. The door ran into Joss in its attempt to grind shut, shuddering to a stop - it was staying open, but it would close in a second if the warrior let it.

"I'm warnin' you," he said, taking a careful step backwards and holding his sword out to keep them at bay. "Shove off. I don't know where he is for sure, and I'm not about to ask again."

Thanatos 51-50
2012-11-07, 10:40 PM
"Nobody has to know about us, my friend. Doe Rialtus pay you enough to die fruitlessly, blocking the work of His Holy Servants, and to be cast forever from His Grace in death, soul banished to the Warp?"
Gabe said, motioning to his Joss.
"You let us through, and you get to live. We won't leave evidence, and you won't get fired or killed. Everybody gets to live and nobody has to clean up any messy little blood-stains."
The priest smiled.
"And, if you don't rightly know where your employer is, you can give us a lead. He must have left a trail somewhere, he never has to know we got it from you."

2012-11-08, 12:28 AM
Joss grunted, presently trapped between the sliding door and the door jam, laying flat on the floor. It was a vulnerable position, but he hoped his colleagues would have the sense to shoot the man before he took advantage of the Assassin's position. It was a somewhat embarrassing failure, but at least he had succeeded in keeping the door open. Probably for the best, rather than be trapped alone on the other side with an unknown, untested enemy in his own territory.

With a groan of effort, the Assassin attempted to brace his back against the door frame and his foot and hands against the door and try to force it open, so that the others might more easily pass, or fire through the opening.

I'm assuming a strength test here.

2012-11-08, 11:13 AM
If their new friend had a gun, Novus wouldn't dream of getting any closer until several of the other acolytes had already advanced. With just a sword to worry about, though, and Joss in between him and the bodyguard, he kneels to see beneath the door and points his Carnodon pistol with both hands.

I guess I'm taking a readied action to shoot the guy if he attacks Joss, if readied actions exist in DH. This also seems like a good time for an untrained (and probably hilariously bad) Intimidation check. Maybe it can augment Gabe's roll, if he wants to try too, given his threats? Does DH have Aid Another actions?

Intimidate: [roll0]

2012-11-09, 02:24 AM
"You seem awfully confident that I'd die here. Me, I'm not so sure. No, Raltus paid me to guard the apartment, and that's what I'm doing. Nobody gets in. You want a lead on where he went? Check the dock authorities. They keep records of all the shuttles, coming or going."

The door was resistant to being pushed open, but Joss was managing it, albeit slowly. Hydraulics whined as the warrior forced the door wider, leaving plenty of gap for the others to get through, if they felt like meeting the scarred man and his blade.

Thanatos 51-50
2012-11-09, 12:44 PM
Gabe made a point to aim the business end of his scimitar through the door, and quite visibly hovered a finger over one of the Executioner triggers.
"You may want to learn to count."

2012-11-09, 05:59 PM
"I count five idiots who don't know how to shove off when they're told. Sword not discouraging you? Fine." The man turned his back on them, rounding the corner of the hall. "If you know what's good for you, you won't come any further than the door."

2012-11-10, 09:51 AM
Even vague threats make Novus nervous, so he won't be entering first. Maybe the room is trapped, although he would've expected Joss to set it off in that case.

"Does anyone have grenades?" he asks timidly.

2012-11-10, 12:23 PM
"Does anyone have grenades?" he asks timidly.
A smile stretched Solomon's lips. "I do."

He grabbed one of his frag grenades and pulled the pin with an audible pop. His thumb remained on the safety lever to delay the countdown. "Please let us in, good sir," he said calmly. "or you'll have to explain to your boss why his room needs a fresh coat of paint. If you survive, that is."

OOC: I'm assuming Dark Heresy grenades work exactly like real-life grenades.

2012-11-10, 03:48 PM
Severus took some time to calm his blood flow, after the recent psychic exertion he'd undergone, stepping a bit back and letting the more militaristic members of the cell proceed with the situation. He was quite worried though about how the situation might evolve. This far they'd manage to keep the door open but the guard had gone on the defensive and things might escalate. He either was too confident of himself or perhaps he knew something they didn't. The fact that he was not flinching against superior numbers had given the psyker another reason to worry.

Seeing Solomon displaying openly a grenade, he nearly held his breath and drew his laspistol, awaiting anxiously what would happen next.

Thanatos 51-50
2012-11-10, 07:24 PM
"You're sure there's only one person in here?" Gabe asked the Psyker, shifting behind his shield and advancing after the more combat-capable members.
"If that's the case, we need to keep an extra-wary eye out for traps."

2012-11-11, 08:10 AM
"As far as my enhanced perception can see, there's only one presence in that apartment. Now, if they have materials that mask their presence or perhaps block my psychic capabilities, I think that I would at least have noticed that something was going wrong or that my efforts were being thwarted or impeded".

2012-11-11, 10:09 AM
"Likely need to explain that anyways, since you're being so bloody persistent. I told you where you could find him. You going to leave, or do I need to come back over there and blow your heads off?" From around the corner came a sound all to familiar to Solomon; someone racking a pump shotgun.

Thanatos 51-50
2012-11-11, 01:06 PM
"We're searching this apartment." Gabe spoke around the corner, sliding his scimitar into its scabbard and drawing the silenced autopistol from inside his robes.
"You're impeding an official Ecclisarchy investigation. This is your last chance to stand down and leave with your life. I'm not a killer, but my friends here are. They're rather good at it, too. I'd bet every throne in your pocket on that."

2012-11-12, 11:23 AM
"So now it's an 'official investigation,' is it? And here I thought you just wanted to deliver a message. Your friends don't look like Ministorum, either..." There was a pause.

"Who do you really work for, I wonder? A spook, a preacher, a nervous little clerk, and a couple of thugs? Not many organisations with that sort of variety." The voice sounded... a lot less sure of itself, than it had a moment ago. There was another short pause, and then it came to a conclusion.

"Damned if I do, damned if I don't."

A black metal canister bounced around the corner. They had just enough time to register what it was before it went off in a blinding flash of light and sound.


Toughness tests from everyone, please. Anyone who fails is blinded for 1d5 rounds. Consider this the start of combat time, and the scarred gent has just used his initiative-winning roll to act first. Back to you.

Thanatos 51-50
2012-11-12, 11:55 AM
Gabe averted and screwed his eyes shut as soon as the flash grenade bounded around the corner.
For half a moment, he expected to die again.

The next half a moment was nothing but the deafening krump of an explosion and red-orange light stabbing through his eyelids.

In retaliation, the priest twisted his arm around the corner, and lay on his autopistol's trigger, spraying blindly into the next room. The muffled machining of his sidearm's report was lost, even to him, buried in the persistent ringing the stun grenade left behind. Hopefully, the wall of leadbellies would discourage their quarry from doing anything so bold as "shooting again".

2012-11-12, 12:14 PM
Novus screams and cries and waves his pistol frantically, and then finds that he can still see and keeps screaming. Honestly, he'd rather be blind; he could have an excuse to run back down the hallway to safety. He almost does that anyway. Little more than fear of Solomon and Severus makes him move into the apartment once their own grenade has gone off; the little gray adept clutches his giant handgun like a life raft, pokes his head around the corner, and shoots at whatever's moving.

Screaming all the while.

This takes place after Solomon throws his grenade. I cannot stress that enough. =P Not that it should be a problem since Novus is at the bottom of the initiative roster.

To hit: [roll0] For a threshold of 33, I believe.
To damage: [roll1]

2012-11-12, 08:32 PM
Solomon closed his eyes too late and his vision filled with blue. Cursing under his breath, he forced himself to remain as calm as possible as he blindly tried to drive the pin back into the grenade before something could make him drop the damn thing. His thumb never left the safety lever.

So yeah, as explained above, you can keep a grenade from blowing up by putting the pin back in place, as long as you maintained pressure on the safety lever.

YOU'RE NOT HELPING, CRETIN, he wanted to yell at the bookworm.

2012-11-12, 08:47 PM
Joss lets out a growl, his pupils narrowing to slits in the sudden light. Through some stroke of luck, or perhaps due to the fact that he was focused on the door the moment the flash bang was thrown, the Assassin was not left blind or dazed.

Negotiations were over, a full attack was imminent, and he could no longer afford to be stuck in the doorway. Falkenrath rolled inside and dashed for the door controls, to make certain the damned thing stayed open. Sword still clutched in one hand, he drew his flickbow with the other, making the required flicking motion needed to lock the arms which gave the miniature crossbow its name. That done, he watched the turn in the hall, waiting for the others to follow him inside.

2012-11-14, 02:55 PM
Severus averted his eyes at the last moment, as the guardian of Raltus's apartment threw the stun grenade towards the group of Inquisitorial acolytes. His words reflected the fact that he had almost understood their true intentions as well as origins and he still opposed them which was most disconcerting. What was more he was expressing the same knowledge and understanding of imminent doom if he did not, in a way that seemed remarkably similar to that of Tarkus, the Malfian assassin on Sepheris Secundus. And that made the whole case even more intriguing, for who the heck could inspire in people knowledgable of the dangers of the galaxy, more fear and dread than the Inquisition.

Time was of the essence though and the middle aged psyker could not stay away from this encounter. He stepped decisively into the apartment, as Falkenrath kept the door open, moving to the nearest point of cover and having his trusted laspistol ready.


Severus will proceed inside the apartment using Tactical Advance to benefit from any available cover (couches, furniture etc).

2012-11-15, 01:57 PM
Joss slapped the door control, the metal door hissing back open and staying there. Solomon looked like he'd caught it worse from the flash grenade than any of the others, blindly fumbling to put the pin back in his own grenade. He managed it, fortunately. Meanwhile, Novus and Gabe had reached the corner at the same time. Their target was sheltering behind a metal desk, holding a canister grenade in one hand and a pump shotgun in the other. The torrent of bullets from Gabe's autopistol forced him to duck, the shots ringing off the far wall. The heavy round from Novus' gun, however, found its target, punching through the thin metal of the desk and drawing a grunt of pain. Moments later, the grenade bounced over from behind the desk, going off with a hiss of smoke.

Ok, so, he takes 2 wounds from Novus' shot, thanks largely to the bullet taking a detour through the desk on its way towards him. Then he lobs a blind grenade at you, which I suppose needs a BS test and a scatter roll.

[roll1][roll2] - passed, thanks to the range bonus, so no scatter. Everyone near the corner is now in the middle of a smoke cloud 3m wide, and can't see.

He also needs to test to recover from pinning. Nerves of steel still applies, so two rolls for this. [roll3][roll4] - both fail, he's still pinned.

2012-11-15, 02:10 PM
Novus's screams turn to choking coughs; he decides he's already done his part, so he retreats from the smoke, trying to wipe the tears from his gray eyes with his cloak. He probably bumps into at least one person during his retreat. When his vision clears, he hurries to Solomon, his fear of the man temporarily less than of their enemy.

"Grenade," he manages to say between hacking up fresh mucus. Given how Novus hesitantly touches Solomon's hand, clutching the explosive, he might interpret the adept's single word as Let me have it.

2012-11-17, 09:07 AM
Severus took cover behind a nearby sofa and kept his respirator fastened tight to his face, his hood drawn over his head and his laspistol close at hand. With the second grenade and the cloud smoke it created he could no longer trust his normal senses and thus he was disinclined to move from his place of cover. He decided to stay there, until the smoke had cleared and to relay any changes in the mercenary's position that he could notice through his psychic senses, to the other acolytes, via his microbead.

Thanatos 51-50
2012-11-17, 12:50 PM
Unsure of a tacticaly-sound decision, Gabe decided the best course of action would be to lean into the corridor again and lay down another burst of suppressive fire.

2012-11-18, 11:03 AM
Solomon carefully remained outside the room and leaned against the wall, waiting for his blindness to subside. Throne, he hated to be the useless one, but anything he tried to do right now may endanger his allies.

Please, Emperor, give me my sight back. Quickly.

"Grenade," breathed Novus, touching his hand.

The bounty hunter hesitated for a moment... This was the man who had been screaming like a maniac a moment ago. Eventually he shook his head. "Sorry, civilian. I can't trust you with that thing."

2012-11-19, 02:01 PM
Smoke? Coward. As if that could hide their quarry from such a skilled hunter. A feral smile formed on Joss' lips, as he crept forward carefully, using the smoke as cover to get close to their target, where he could bring his sword into play. Then there would be blood. The Emperor would be pleased.

2012-11-19, 03:26 PM
Under the cover of the smoke put out by the grenade, it was impossible for Gabe to aim properly. The torrent of bullets he sent towards their target pinged off the far wall again, and the priest could only hope it was forcing him to keep his head down...

Severus Only:
Their man was keeping his head down, from the sense of things. It wasn't enough to aim by, but the flicker of human light in the room was staying where it was. For now.

Need me some rolls! The same smoke that says you can't shoot him also says he can't shoot you.
[roll0][roll1] - well, he's not pinned anymore. How long THAT lasts...

2012-11-19, 05:29 PM
Novus's reply is an angry squeak, but he scurries away from Solomon all the same, back into the room (he'd rather stay out in the hallway, but he'd also rather be on an isolated planet with only himself for company; wishes and fishes, as they say).

Without that grenade, Novus isn't about to wade into the smoke and stick his head around the corner again. He fears Severus slightly less, so he crouches behind the couch with him--on the other end, of course, with some space between them. He rests his wrists and heavy pistol on the top of the sofa. If their enemy comes back into view, he'll be ready.

2012-11-20, 07:30 AM
"Our man still keeps his spot. No signs of him advancing. Tread carefully in this blasted smoke", responded Severus via his micro-bead to the rest of the team, remaining behind cover, awaiting the smoke to clear before taking any further actions.

2012-11-20, 04:29 PM
"Just make sure you don't shoot me." Joss' voice comes over the micro-beads in a hoarse whisper.

The assassin slips closer to his prey. He makes a final adjustment to his grip on his mono-sword before, like a ghost from the shadows, he strikes.

Attack [roll0] vs 43
Damage [roll1]

Thanatos 51-50
2012-11-21, 12:50 PM
"I'm going to regret this." Gabe mutters, slipping his pistol back into his robes and drawing the scimitar at his belt. The cleric closed his eyes against the smoke for a moment to compose himself.
He breathed it in deeply, and blew it out, the thick white cloud forming invisible eddies in front of his breath.
Then, sword raised high and shield firmly interposed, Gabe darted around the corner to join Joss in the melee.

2012-11-21, 01:26 PM
Bursting out of the cloud of smoke, Joss closed the distance to the scarred man faster than he would have been able to bring the shotgun to bear, but when the warrior's sword came down at the man's head, it was blocked with a ringing clash by his own blade. Standing up, his shotgun held tight in one hand, the man had drawn his sword in anticipation of a fight in close-quarters. It was a good thing he had. Gabe charged in to join the melee, stacking the odds against him. Joss easily swatted aside a feint, but the priest wasn't so lucky: their enemy's sword flicked along his cheek, drawing a thin line of red. First blood went to the enemy.

2012-11-22, 07:12 AM
Severus held his position, waiting for the smoke to clear, while whispering a prayer for his comrades that had engaged the mercenery in melee.

2012-11-23, 03:09 PM
The sounds of battle alone from the smokey hallway are enough to make Novus whimper and duck lower behind the couch until only his eyes and the barrel of his gun peak over. He can't decide if it's worse this way, or if having a full view of the melee would be more frightening. At the moment he isn't expected to try shooting into the fray, so that's something to be thankful for. Maybe, if the Emperor is kind, the others will finish this fight for him.

2012-11-23, 07:31 PM
Joss lets out a snarl in frustration and lashes out again. Blood had been spilled, but it was not his enemy's! That would soon change, Emperor willing.

attacking again [roll0] vs 43
damage [roll1]

2012-11-23, 08:12 PM
Solomon was still powerless outside the room. He was starting to distinguish blurry shapes, but this was not nearly good enough for him to join the fight. For a man who much preferred to work alone, he had to admit; it was good to have comrades in situations like these.

Thanatos 51-50
2012-11-23, 09:17 PM
Gabe jerked his face away from his foe's clean cut and danced away from joss's counter-attack, the Priest took advantage of the opening his ally provided to aim a thrust underneath the scar-face's guard.


2012-11-25, 03:28 AM
The smoke from the grenade was dispersing, giving Severus and Novus a better view of the scene. Their opponent was engaged with Gabe and Joss, and looked like he was getting the worse end of the deal. The cut he'd dealt to the priest was superficial at worst, and the one he'd recieved in turn, a strike from Joss that cut under his guard and slashed across his chest, was bleeding quite badly. It looked like he was wearing some sort of armour under his civilian clothes, hardened plates fixed to a matte black bodyglove, but it hadn't been enough to save him from the warrior's blade. He turned to run, vaulting the desk he'd been hiding behind and making for the door, but the extra time spent to get over the obstacle cost him. Gabe's finely-crafted scimitar gutted him from behind, dark blood dripping to the floor and staining the blade red.

Ok, he's down and out, and no chance of saving him. Nice reaction attack there, Gabe. Solomon may consider himself free of the effects of the flashbang, since we're now out of combat time. What do you guys want to do in the apartment?

2012-11-25, 09:33 AM
There's an immediate gagging sound from behind the couch as Novus tries not to be sick. He fumbles to put away his pistol and then clamps both hands over his mouth, waddling away quickly. More in hopes of taking his mind off the gruesome scene than anything else, he starts searching the apartment. Well, half of it--the half opposite to the new corpse. Preferably an entirely different room.

Does Dark Heresy do search checks?

Thanatos 51-50
2012-11-25, 01:39 PM
Gabe took a knee and shrugged the shield off his arm for a moment, to give his off-hand a rest.
Then he cleaned his bloody scimitar on their victim's clothes.
"I told you. You should have surrendered."

Nothing to be done about it.
Time to look through his pockets.

2012-11-25, 05:34 PM
"Excellent work gentlemen, though he might be useful as an interrogation subject as well. Nevertheless, we should search the appartment for any and all relevant information and clues on V.R.'s whereabouts and current endeavour and proceed accordingly".

2012-11-27, 11:02 AM
The battle was over by the time Solomon regained his sight. The bounty hunter took in the mess made by the priest's blade and let out a low whistle. He regretted that the bodyguard had to die; he was only doing his job and likely knew little about his employer. Solomon hoped the man's soul would find the Emperor's forgiveness, for ignorance was not a crime.

"Well, I'm afraid the discreet part of the investigation is already history," he drawled, lighting a lho-stick. Not that he minded that much; subtlety was useful, but it was hardly his strong suit. He helped his comrades search the room. Better not linger here too long.

Search 39: [roll0] :smallsigh:

2012-11-27, 04:19 PM
While Novus retched behind the couch, Solomon and Severus went over the room methodically. Time was a concern, but so was finding something useful. The apartment Raltus had rented wasn't very large, but it was big enough to hide a few things. There was a code-lock safebox inside one of the cupboards, and a good-size collection of clothing in the drawers. Raltus had obviously meant to stay here for some time. There wasn't any luggage around, though - in fact, there was precious little that looked like it hadn't come with the room. The bed hadn't been used recently, from the look of things. The bodyguard must have been sleeping on the couch. One thing did turn up, though. Under the couch was a scrap of crisp parchment, dropped and forgotten where it had fallen. Scrawled on it in a precise hand were the words Jens Hagen, ISP 343.

With the rest spread out to search the apartment, Gabe was left to go over the dead man's belongings. There was the sword, obviously, but it wasn't anything special, from the looks of things. A simple blade, sheathed in adamantium, and likely sharpened finer than steel, by the way it had gone through his helmet. He was carrying no more grenades, and the shotgun looked like a standard pattern. He wore an armoured bodyglove, and in his pockets... one hundred Imperial Thrones, and a familiar looking roll of parchment. Unrolling it, the priest read it over. A bloodsworn charter, identical to those carried by the men on Sephiris Secundus, and another letter.

You're being re-assigned. I need someone to look after Mr. Raltus for the duration of his stay on Klybo. Follow his orders to the letter, and I'll see your pay is transferred to your account as usual. I don't want a repeat of the last incident - caution is of the utmost concern.


Severus Only
Unfortunately, the recent fight had clouded the immaterium with death and pain, the last remnants of the dead man's final moments. Severus could not detect anything else over the turmoil.

2012-11-28, 11:32 AM
Severus reached for the paper and unfolded it carefully. He read its contents, then looked to the others and pointed to the hidden safe.

"Anyone capable of opening this safe? It might contain something important to Raltus that could give us an additional clue on the nature of his endeavours here on Klybo. Other than that, I also found that note, beneath the sofa. Appears to be a name and a sequence of letters and numbers written on it or perhaps some sort of code, location, coordinates or who knows what else".

Thanatos 51-50
2012-11-28, 12:01 PM
"Didn't you say the first guy was a Malfian, too?" Gabe asked to his companion, pocketing the Throne Gelt and snatching up the shotgun and his shield in tandem before slinging them.
"Anybody in need to a nice sword? It's not master-crafted or anything, but it's able to bite through carapce."

2012-11-28, 12:34 PM
"I don't think I could say no to another sword." Joss says to Gabe. "Unless someone else has need of it?" He glances around the room at the others. He then moves to take a look at the safe. "I can try my luck." Perhaps it would be better than what he had with the damned door.

Security [roll0] vs Ag 43

2012-11-28, 06:31 PM
"Didn't you say the first guy was a Malfian, too?" Gabe asked to his companion, pocketing the Throne Gelt and snatching up the shotgun and his shield in tandem before slinging them.

"Indeed. Tarkus, the mercenary we encountered upon Sepheris Secundus was a Malfian Bloodsworn. Very capable and highly dangerous, until we managed - thank the Emperor - to put him down".

2012-11-29, 02:52 PM
"I can try my luck." Perhaps it would be better than what he had with the damned door.
"Stop," said Solomon, his voice tense, "you don't want to break something inside the lock. Let me give it a try."

Security 37: [roll0]

2012-11-29, 02:53 PM

Epic fail. I'll spend a Fate point: [roll0]

2012-11-29, 04:41 PM
Joss hadn't seen many code-locks on Acreage. Yet another way in which the Imperium at large was different from life on the feudal world. Solomon, on the other hand, had seen plenty as an Arbitrator. They seemed to have been smart enough to wipe the keypad on this one down, so he couldn't tell which of the keys had been recently used, but this type of safe commonly had an override code in case the owner of the contents forgot the one they had set personally. The bounty hunter punched it in, and the red light flashed to green the door swinging ajar.

Inside, it proved to contain a few things of interest. Two grenades, likely meant as backups to the ones the dead Bloodsworn had already used. One looked like a photon flash, and the other was a canister identical to the smoke grenade before it went off. A small credit block rested next to the grenades - Solomon had seen plenty of these before, too. They were most often used when someone wanted to avoid carrying a large amount of physical money. The only other item was a matte black dataslate, marked with Navy insignia. Switching it on, Solomon found it to contain a schematic of the station.

Thanatos 51-50
2012-11-29, 05:12 PM
Crossing the room to gaze upon the opening safe, Gabe saw that Solomon switched on the datapad.
"Can I see that, my friend?" he asked, holding his hand out. "Mouse isn't the only non-techpriest to have a handle on those things."

2012-11-30, 09:15 AM
At the mention of the Bloodsworn bounty hunters, Novus's mind jumps of its own accord to any reports he's come across linking the group to enemies of the Empire. It's less a conscious effort than something he does all the time with anything he sees or hears; conspiracy theories grow in the poor man's head like mushrooms.

Just looking for something to do, mostly. Let's toss out some rolls and see if anything sticks.

Forbidden Lore (Cults) (52): [roll0]
Forbidden Lore (Heresy) (42): [roll1]
Scholastic Lore (Occult) (42): [roll2]
Scholastic Lore (Legend) (62): [roll3]

2012-11-30, 03:32 PM
The Assassin sighs when he fails to open the lock, while Solomon opens it with ease. "I give up with these arcane devices. If there's ever a good, solid padlock, though." With a crooked smile, he raises a finger, indicating that then he would shine.

Joss reaches to take the smoke grenade. The cover the other had provided had been useful, and may be useful again. He'll take it and stow it in an easy to access pocket.

2012-12-01, 07:43 PM
"Hmm...More equipment, a dataslate with schematics of the station and nothing indicating where we could find Raltus or what kind of endeavour he's embarked upon. I must admit that he's clever, leaving no such trails back here in his place, though I do have that peculiar feeling that maybe those apparently unrelated and incoherent letters and numbers next to what may very well be a name, written down in that paper, might actually help provide us with something more, should we manage to decipher their meaning".

2012-12-02, 06:24 AM
Gabe took the slate, paging through the schematic. This model's interface appeared to have been designed for layman's use, which made sense given its contents. The schematic covered the entire station, and normally would have been a nightmare to navigate. Fortunately, the priest didn't care about anything except what had already been looked at. The slate had a section for notations, and he checked that first - Raltus had been smart enough not to leave anything in there, though. His second effort yielded fruit. Viator hadn't been interested with any of the station's finer workings. Hydroponics, fuel storage, and even the navy administration levels were untouched. He'd been looking at the midlevels, where they were now. Hab complexes, the Docking Authority, the Administratum wing, and a handful of different shuttle bays were all on the list of recently viewed sections.

Novus Only
The Bloodsworn, as far as Novus could remember, were fairly straightforward, as Malfian organisations went. Chartered members of the Blood Guild of Malfi, they were feared across the sector as ruthless bounty hunters, the best that money could buy. He'd seen the reports - there had been two of them on Sepheris Secundus, and now another one here. That was an expensive prospect, given that they normally stayed within the confines of the Malfian sub-sector. He'd heard tales of a few Bloodsworn that were given to warpcraft and superstitious ritual, but this man hadn't tried anything like that as far as he could tell. The scars, maybe, but there wasn't any discernable pattern to those. Most of them just looked like the remnants of old wounds. The large part of their exploits were probably exaggerated, but what stuck out most to the adept was the reputation that came with them. These were hardened killers, dogged and determined. What could they possibly fear if they failed Raltus?

I'm calling the two-day rule on both Sentinel and Myself. :smalltongue: I'm assuming Solomon wouldn't have a problem passing the dataslate to Gabe. Thanatos gave me directions on what he was actually looking for over MSN, so here goes.

2012-12-03, 09:47 AM
The clerk shivers more than usual. He'd like to believe that these hired guns were just motivated by professionalism, but the Inquisition wouldn't have sent them after Raltus if horrible heresy wasn't involved. Personally, Novus doubts it's Raltus that the Bloodsworn fear, exactly. Rather, he suspects it's the looming force behind him, or possibly the shadow behind that. Who knows how deep this cult stretches down into the dark?

He sinks onto the couch, wet-eyed and sniveling. The two grenades did unfortunate things to his sinuses, and the growing murder-smells aren't helping. Wrapped in his mesh cloak, Novus tries to compose himself until the others are finished with their search. He has a hell of a time with it given his worries.

2012-12-04, 04:07 PM
"There is always a trail, if you look hard enough for it." Joss intones in a hoarse whisper. "We should check with the station's security next. Surely there will be information there with which we can track his wherabouts? If he's left, they should know."

Thanatos 51-50
2012-12-04, 04:48 PM
Gabe looked up from the dataslate.
"Standard commercial 'slate," he said out loud, unaware if anybody was paying attention. "Our friend was looking mostly at the hab-levels and the shuttle-ports. Docking, administratum, that kind of thing. Nothing in the coldzone.
"He's been looking at a couple of specific shuttle bays, though. We could go showing his pict around those ports. If they're his preferred means of conveyance dirtside and back, some worker has to have seen him. Passenger manifests, flight logs, theres some paper trail."

2012-12-04, 07:08 PM
"That could provide us with further information, indeed. Judging by the merchants' demeanour, some of whom remembered him and didn't seem reluctant to share with us such information, I'd say it's equally possible that a worker or two might recall his characteristics if he's seen him recently or on ocassion, in case Raltus has made more than one trips to Klybo's surface. And also check if there's anything on those docking bays that could have any resemblance to that combination of name and numbers we found on that discarded paper".

2012-12-05, 12:06 AM
"Hab levels? Shuttle bays?" Solomon rubbed his square jaw thoughtfully. "Could he be after someone, same way we're after him? It would sure be useful to know if he was asking about anyone or anything."

2012-12-05, 01:10 AM
"Perhaps that clerk we spoke with may know about that name and numbers?" Joss suggests, trying to suppress a smirk.

2012-12-05, 10:55 AM
Novus squeaks from the couch in dismay. "Let's please not make a real enemy of the Administratum," he begs. "We should go to the shuttle bays instead."

2012-12-06, 07:01 PM
From down the hall outside, the distant echo of running feet floated into the room. If they meant to go somewhere, the acolytes had best do it quickly, or explain themselves to the provosts. It seemed all the noise they'd made had alerted someone...

2012-12-07, 09:18 AM
The previous squeak turns into a high, rat-like wail. "Nonononononononononononononooooooooooo--"

With a look of true panic (at least he isn't screaming (yet)), Novus scrambles over the couch, tangles his feet in his mesh cloak, trips to the floor, and leaps back up. His colorless eyes dart frantically over the room looking for a good exit; using the front door would lead him to the same general area as the authorities. That bit of cowardice is probably beneficial just this once; even if the group does flee through the (likely) only available exit, Novus still isn't flying down the hall ahead of them like a madman with no direction.

It clearly hasn't occurred to him that they might talk their way out of this, or indeed, that the station guards won't be horribly sinister. The mere sense of being hunted seems to have brought out deep terror, probably calling up old memories he has no wish to recall. The fresh corpse on the carpet can't be helping Novus's paper-thin nerves.

2012-12-07, 09:24 AM
Solomon put a firm hand on Novus's shoulder.

"Calm down, little mouse," he growled. "We're leaving... but in a disciplined fashion. Hurry."

Keeping a hold on Novus, he headed in the direction opposite the footsteps, his pace fast but controlled.

2012-12-07, 11:36 AM
"Let's move out", said Severus, calmly, nodding to Solomon approvingly and looking at Novus in as much as a comforting look as possible, mingled though with a measure of wondering at the adept's peculiar behaviour.

"We do not want to get entangled in an official investigation, not delay any further or risk exposing our purpose this early, and with potentially harsh consequences".

2012-12-07, 11:43 AM
Solomon's touch is about as comforting as a safety harness made of snakes and broken glass, but at least it provides some direction. If nothing else, Novus can be frightened into obedience. He hurries along at the commanded pace, mouth tightly shut but still whimpering quietly for as long as they can hear the footsteps and the Arbitrator keeps him gripped.

Thanatos 51-50
2012-12-07, 01:10 PM
"Note to self:" Gabe comments dryly, "Next time, use more fire."
The priest follows his companions in retreat.

2012-12-07, 01:49 PM
Wherever the authorities actually were, it wasn't close enough to have a good view of the door just yet. The acolytes ducked out and filed down the hall, heading around the nearest corner. They'd left just in time. Behind them, the sound of running increased in volume, stopping a few moments later. A voice they didn't recognise spoke.

"Careful. Might still be someone inside."

They had a few moments more to get away, then. The question now was, where next?

2012-12-08, 04:25 PM
"We should leave the Habitation Levels quickly." Joss suggests, stalking down the halls, seeking the lift. "Our goal is the Shuttle Bay?" He asks, glancing back at the others as they walk.

2012-12-09, 02:52 PM
"Indeed. We should move quickly while security is occupied here. To the shuttle bay then?" Severus asked as well, waiting for confirmation from the others, while already moving away at brisk pace from V.R.'s appartment.

Thanatos 51-50
2012-12-09, 04:26 PM
"That seems prudent." Gabriel agreed, hurrying after his companions, doing his best to not be amongst the rear guard.

2012-12-09, 05:27 PM
Hurrying through the hab levels, their progress helped by having a map they could reference, the acolytes arrived at the closest shuttle bay to Raltus' apartment. It had been one of the ones tagged on the map, but up close it was nearly identical to the one they had left their own shuttle behind in. The main difference was the size. The airlock leading to the actual bay floor was shut, their only view of it through cloudy armourglass viewports in the doors, but it was still possible to make out how much bigger this one was. Whereas theirs had been a single-craft landing area, this one had room enough for three or four shuttles to dock at once. The collection of human refuse outside the bay was the same, though. The same offers of archeotech, the same collections of junk. This time, nothing jumped out at them as out of place.

Instead, they were met by a deck officer, hurrying his own way through the cluster of merchants. His view was fixed to the floor, avoiding eye contact with everyone around him, and he nearly ran into them, stopping just short when he noticed Solomon's feet in front of him.

"Hey, get out of the..." he started to say, looking up, but the anger on his face was replaced a moment later by confusion. "You don't look like the normal crop comes through here. What's your business?"

2012-12-11, 10:24 AM
Solomon flashed his badge. "Investigation. We won't take too much of your time."

He let Gabe or Severus do the talking.

Thanatos 51-50
2012-12-11, 03:40 PM
Gabe reached into one of his robes' inner pockets and produced the Pict-recording of Rialtus.
"Have you seen this man? We have reason to believe he frequents this particular shuttle bay, and we seek him out, as well as a consie invetory of any objects he may bring to the surface or bring back with him. Your assitance would much delight the Emperor's Holy Servants."

2012-12-12, 01:08 PM
The officer's eyebrows shot up at the sight of Solomon's badge. "Long way from any Arbites barracks I know of. Still, official's official. I've seen that guy. He was through here a while back looking for someone to take him to the surface. Think he ended up hiring a few of our pilots and a couple of shuttles. Had a lot more money than the usual bunch."

Thanatos 51-50
2012-12-12, 04:00 PM
"The arm of Lex Imperalis has no limit to its reach." Gabreil told their contact solemnly. "I don't suppose you can direct us to the pilots in question?"

2012-12-13, 10:33 AM
Severus observed the verbal exchange, silent for a while, nodding after getting confirmation that V.R.'s intention was to descend on Klybo's surface - and mentally cursing for it would seem that their assignment might lead them there as well, sooner or later. Clearing his throat, he politely intervened in the ongoing discussion.

"Emperor's blessings on you sir. We appreciate your confirmation of that individual's intended purpose in visiting your facility. Might you be so kind as to inform us if there's any connection between that combination of name, number and letters to any of your pilots, shuttles or designated destinations - if any - on Klybo's surface?", he inquired, referencing what was written on that paper they'd found on V.R.'s appartment a while ago.

2012-12-13, 01:32 PM
"Well, Jens is one of the pilots, yeah. 343's his callsign. Normally, I'd be happy to point you at him, but I'm afraid right now, I can't. That Raltus guy hired him an' some others, and they flew down to Klybo with him. They haven't come back yet." The official paused, looking worried. "I'm not sure where they were going. It's a big planet, you understand."

2012-12-13, 05:13 PM
Severus' eyes and face almost lit up, from beneath his cloak's hood, at the solving of the paper's riddle, but he regained his normal - reserved - expression as soon as he heard the whole answer.

"Well...thank you very much for providing that information sir. How unfortunate indeed that he's still on assignment with Mr. Raltus. Would you happen to remember when did they leave for Klybo's surface perhaps and maybe other pertinent details regarding Mr Raltus' retinue and gear transported by the shuttle? Or did they perhaps mention even slightly the purpose of their travels, such as to explore some new and interesting location, archeological dig or maybe procure some sort of strange goods etc?"

2012-12-15, 04:57 PM
"Let me think. It was a while ago..." Looking past them down the corridor, the dock official came to some sort of conclusion. "Here, you may as well come along. I've got work to do, and I we can talk on the way."

He started walking, sliding around them expertly, and heading for a small door marked 'authorised access only.' It slip open when he keyed in a short code, and he stepped through. "Seeing as you're on official business, I don't mind bringing you up here. Jens got put on indefinite retainer, same as the shuttles Raltus hired. They made a few trips early on, then they stopped coming back. Raltus had a pile of crates full of survey equipment, or so he said, and an Ogryn to help with loading 'em. Most of the people go down to the planet, they're hoping to make a big find on luck alone, but this chap, he knew what he was looking for and wouldn't say nothing about where he expected to find it."

They were heading up a flight of stairs now, corrugated metal steps clanking beneath their feet, and the drone of air recyclers all around them. It was sometimes difficult to hear what their guide had to say, but he didn't seem to mind repeating something if they missed it. They stepped through another door, and into the bay's flight control area. Armourglass viewports overlooked the shuttle bay below, giving them their first real glimpse of its size. Uniformed crewmen sat at the consoles, headsets with naval insignia covering their ears. "You're late," said one of the men, leaning over a console as the door opened. He straightened up to turn around, his eyes falling on the acolytes. "An' who are these? Authorised persons only, Janus."

2012-12-15, 10:01 PM
"Raltus had a pile of crates full of survey equipment, or so he said, and an Ogryn to help with loading 'em."
Solomon nodded as the officer spoke. "Did he take the Ogryn with him?" he inquired.

Thanatos 51-50
2012-12-16, 12:30 AM
Gabreil whirled about dramatically to face the door, hand flying to his sword-hilt, and stood looking down the passageway for a few seconds before turning back around.
"Wait? Whom are you referring to? I see no unauthorised persons. There is nowhere a Servant of the Emperor is not authorised."

2012-12-16, 10:32 AM
Being in the company of a station authority figure while other station guards are probably actively hunting for them doesn't do great things for Novus's nerves, but he does seem to be happy that no one's paying attention to him at the moment. He trails along behind the others and does his best to keep from attracting notice. That's not to say he's entirely unproductive, though; the adept listens closely, and when they come to the locked door, he tries to get a look at the code their new guide puts in. Just in case.

I assume this is another untrained Perception check, like the search roll from earlier. Slim chance of success in that case, but you never know.

Spot: [roll0] (18)

2012-12-16, 02:54 PM
"He did, actually," Janus said in answer to Solomon.

"They're authorised. Official investigation, they tell me. This one's an Arbitrator."

The answer didn't seem to fully satisfy the superior officer. He peered at the acolytes suspiciously, sizing them up in turn. "You got some odd ideas about who's authorised where," he said to Gabe, "but if Janus says you're ok, it's on his head to deal with you."

2012-12-18, 05:31 PM
Severus retained his composure, as they entered the flight control area. He regarded the superior officer who questioned their presence in that specific part of the station, with a resolute gaze, thankful though for the cooperative subordinate they had found to provide them information on their subject of investigation.

"Worry not, officer. We will not trouble any of your personell longer than is necessary to procure the required information on our investigation".

Then he turned to Janus.

"You said they stopped coming back at some point? Was there any report explaining that or stating that they'd be absent for a prolonged time? And how long ago was that? Also, would it be possible and what would it take for us to procure a shuttle and head down there ourselves? And would there be any case that these shuttles are equipped with some sort of homing beacon which could be tracked, to provide information on their current whereabouts, even vaguely?"

Thanatos 51-50
2012-12-20, 05:18 PM
"The only reason to deny a Ministorum Agent access anywhere is Fear of the Emperor's Wrath." Gabe reasoned aloud to nobody in particular. "Fear of the Emperor is Hersey." he continued, musing aloud, and producing a lho-stick, lighting one up as if in contemplation, and listened to Janus' reply.

2012-12-21, 08:27 PM
The officer ignored Gabe, turning back to his work, while Janus led them over to an out-of-the-way corner console to give them their further answers. "I don't remember them giving flight control anything like that, which is part of the reason I brought you up here. The cogitator banks holding that information are accessed from up here. If you'll give me a moment..."

He sat down at the console, providing the machine with his login credentials, and swiping a system access card. From there he set to work, the screen dully spitting out line after line of green text as he searched for the part they needed.

"Let's see. First record of him leaving was about a month ago. That was when he hired our pilots. Made daily trips for the first week... Must have found something interesting, because after that they didn't come back up for another week, and then only with one shuttle, but it's been two weeks now and nothing since that. They've got to be running out of food by now. Nothing to eat on Klybo's surface..."

He stopped, looking up. "And no record of where they actually went. Could pull that out of the shuttle's navigation data, if we had one of the shuttles to work with. They haven't got anything on them to track them, but I think I know of something you could do. You'd have to convince command to go for it, though."

2012-12-24, 07:38 PM
Severus listened carefully to Janus, while he relayed all relevant information about the shuttles and the trips to Klybo's surface, concerning V.R and his hired crew. Momentarily dissapointed at the lack of crucial data that could pinpoint their location and allow the cell to continue their pursuit of this individual of cryptic origins and schemes, the psyker did supress a slight grin, when a possible solution seemed to become visible, in this matter. True, convincing authorities sometimes was risky, due to the inherent secrecy concerning their assignment, but they had to what was necessary to procure the information needed to locate Viator Raltus and uncover his purpose on Klybo.

"You have our sincere gratitude Janus. The Emperor's blessings upon you. Could you let us know, of this solution you mentioned? Then we could try convincing the local authorities that this is the proper course to pursue and that their clearance and authorization is required by lawful Imperial agents to conduct their appointed work".

2012-12-28, 04:11 PM
"The fuel for the station's tanks is supplied by a Goliath factory ship. Don't know if you knew that. It's always on station, and it's got a deep void auger array, which makes it the most powerful scanner in the system. If you could convince the captain to scan the planet for you, it'd pick up everything that isn't buried."

Leaning back in his chair, the officer looked over his shoulder at them. "Your alternative is to do a quadrant search of the whole planet. Maybe a small chunk of it if we can use flight vectors to narrow the field. Unless you've got another idea? It's your investigation."

2012-12-28, 04:54 PM
"Speaking of fuel," put in Solomon, "do you know how much they took before their last takeoff? And how far can a full tank take one of these shuttles on a round trip?"

2012-12-30, 08:17 PM
"I don't think they took any extra. They had a vehicle with them, some sort of heavy truck, was my understanding, but of course that would have just used prometheum. If you wanted enough left for a return trip... well, these are short-range shuttles, but you'd have enough for at least the nearest face of the planet. More, if you didn't mind waiting for its rotation. I'm afraid that doesn't narrow it down a whole lot."

2013-01-02, 04:00 PM
Thinking for a while, listening to the other cell members' contribution to the ongoing conversation with Janus and weighing the various options on how to proceed, Severus spoke up.

"We might need to give the alternative method some more thought, sure, but I think that it wouldn't hurt to know how we could approach the space vessel's captain appropriately and secure an audience with him, and one with a favourable outcome that is, if at all possible. Do we need to contact one of his lieutenants or aides or perhaps someone else on his staff, to set an appointment? Or perhaps there is some sort of formal procedure to follow? And while we're on it, any clues on the captain's character? What sort of individual are we dealing with, for example, any credible information on his interests, the way he regards his duties etc. Anything that could help build his profile better, prior to such a meeting".

2013-01-03, 12:06 AM
"You'd have to go through the Navy's offices. He's one of theirs, so anything you set up has to go through them. The ship makes round trips between here and the star, but I think it's on its way back in, which is lucky for you. If it had just left, you'd have to wait, probably around a week or so. Let me check..."

Typing in a few more commands on his cogitator, he pulled up what looked like a calendar and peered at the notations. "Yes," he said after a moment, "The Furnace Heart, under captain Nathanius, is coming back to port in a day or so. Nathanius is a proud one, but your request doesn't go outside his normal duties especially. You've got a fair chance of convincing him. I don't know much more than that about him, he never comes down here. Keeps to the upper levels."

2013-01-05, 07:02 PM
It's too much to hope that Raltus will be on the ship during its return trip, Novus supposes. He'd much rather be waiting to ambush their target in the relative safety of the station than have to hunt him down. Honestly, Novus would wait nearly indefinitely on the station to use that tactic if he were in charge, but he assumes his companions will want to move more quickly. Inquisitor Valle certainly will. Between the equally horrible options of telling their handler that they wasted so much time or combing a strange and hostile planet for strange and hostile enemies, one doesn't seem much more attractive than the other. It's a case of potential torture and death now versus torture and death later. Sure, stalling for time is a big plus, but crossing Valle is a huge negative.

The adept does his best to focus on the present, and since they can't meet with this ship captain until tomorrow, the present requires new ideas. Novus being Novus, his ideas come in the form of risks. An immediate one rises to mind: the station security has found the corpse they left, and it's very possible that Raltus made at least one friend among the staff. Surely he's bribed somebody, either in the course of his investigations or while covering his tracks. If they could somehow find such a person, they'd have someone to squeeze while they waited for Nathanius. Tall order, though, without a lead to go on. Then again, if Raltus has one or more agents still in the station, they might be paid to contact him if, say, his room is attacked. If the station has a limited number of ways to relay messages to the planet below, maybe they could narrow their search accordingly.

Is this remotely accurate? The Dark Heresy tech level is pretty confusing to me. Seems like if machinery is holy and fresh creation is blasphemous, there wouldn't be all that many communication devices able to cross such a distance, at least not to a mobile location. Hopefully it's just common sense for someone in this universe, but in case it isn't:

Common Lore (Tech) (42): [roll0]

2013-01-08, 09:57 AM
Made increasingly uncomfortable by the silence, Novus inches ahead with his own thoughts and tentatively shares them with the class. He speaks in a mumble, eyes down, and poses his question more to thin air than to any particular person in the room.

"Hrrrm-rrrhum-hrmm..." he coughs from deep in his twiggy throat. "Ah...Yes, well, that's fine. But I wonder: if we wanted to send a message to Klybo now, where could we go to amplify the signal?"

2013-01-09, 03:26 PM
"Well, there's no Astropaths on the planet that I'm aware of, so you'd need to use a vox. Which means you'd need to have the correct routing number. I can give you the numbers for the units in the downed shuttles. Half a moment." Casting about for a scrap of paper, and then quickly double-checking the cogitator to be sure he had the right ones, Janus took a stylus out of one of his pockets and scratched a pair of numbers on the paper, offering it to Novus.

"Any vox unit on the station should be able to reach those. It's all sent through the main vox array, up in the Navy levels. You'd have to get special clearance to go in there, if that's what you're after."

2013-01-10, 10:52 AM
Novus takes the paper like a rat stealing cheese from a trap; it vanishes into his mesh cloak, along with his gray, nervous hands. "Navy levels. Special clearance. Who do we ask about that?"

We, Novus thinks, maybe shouldn't include Gabriel "Our Authority Has No Limits" Cortez or Joss "I'll just Borrow this Ledger" Falkenrath, at least not for the purpose of gaining permission to snoop around the off-limit areas. Please, please, please don't have to shoot our way in...

2013-01-11, 06:24 AM
"One of the deck officers, doesn't much matter which one. If you go uplevel a bit you're certain to find someone." Glancing back the way they had came, Janus smiled slightly. "Fewer of the destitute up there, as a bonus. You shouldn't get asked to buy something every few meters."

2013-01-11, 07:05 AM
Severus seemed lost in thought, as the cell's adept tried to glean more information from the station personell. Captain Nathanius wouldn't be available for a week, due to his ship's plotted course, and that meant that any attempts on convincing him to utilise the starship's long range scanner, to locate V.R. and his crew, would have to wait.

In the meantime, they should try to establish even a semblance of a base of operations, here on the station and that meant either renting an appartment or perhaps occupying the one V.R. was staying in. The latter option though would be out of the question if naval authorities had sealed and were guarding the place. They'd need to keep an eye out for anyone that would potentially try to go to that place, in case someone from V.R.'s crew happened to return to the station, during that week.

And then, came up the option of utilising the Navy's communicators, to broadcast a message to the shuttles that V.R. had rented for his trip to Klybo's surface. If they could somehow pull this off, and maybe manage to convince the pilots, that would most likely operate the shuttle communications, to reveal their current position on the surface, then perhaps there would be no need to seek Nathanius for the long-range scanner and a trip with a shuttle of their own, to Klybo's surface, could be organized immediatelly, to take the situation into their own hands, provided that such a course of action would be deemed appropriate, based on any information that the pilots would share about the status of V.R.'s team.

2013-01-11, 01:28 PM
"Hah hah hah," Novus answers in a clearly forced and rather creepy laugh; humor is something he generally only observes from a distance. After his very brief shot at social conformity, he retreats to the back of the group again, plainly not wanting to speak further.

The awkward moment that likely results would be a good time for either someone else to ask a question, or to start for the navy levels.

2013-01-14, 11:00 AM
With no other questions, and no other plans presenting themselves, the group headed up, wading back through the teeming mass of merchants in the hall downstairs before finding a set of elevators. Without clearance, presumably inserted into the lift's aging card reader, they couldn't go all the way up, but they were able to get up to right below where the navy personnel stayed on the station. From here, the fastest way in would be through the security checkpoint. The checkpoint was a simple affair, a set of steel doors and a desk staffed by a handful of functionaries and one very bored looking provost, his navy-issue ironclaw held loosely and pointing downwards. He regarded them with a measure of disinterest when they stepped off the elevator, and then looked away again.

2013-01-15, 05:38 PM
Solomon walked over to the provost and flashed his bounty hunter's badge in the casual way of someone who has done this far too many times to still be pompous about it.

"Good day to you, sir," he drawled. "I'm Solomon Tark of the Adeptus Arbites. My comrades and I just arrived from off-world to lead a criminal investigation."

He paused to let his words sink in. Only matters of utmost importance justified the cost of interplanetary transportation.

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2013-01-16, 01:49 PM
Gabriel decided to subtly insert himself into the provost's field of view behind Solomon and shoved his hands deep into his pockets, doing his level best to look like a bored and frustrated authority figure.
"Is this one going to be able to finally get us that clearance, Tark?" he asked, affecting a frustrated tone. "One would think our masters would of realized where we needed to go an contacted this post ahead of time, no?"

The goal is, of course, to continue to inflate the provost's perception of our importance

2013-01-16, 02:04 PM
Joss steps around to keep an eye on the Provost and the others working in front of the security checkpoint. The assassin stayed quiet, allowing the others to speak and doing his best to fit the role of the Muscle of the group. He doubted any muscle would be needed here, but if things did go south, he would be ready.

2013-01-18, 04:51 PM
The provost blinked at the badge, looking between Gabe and Solomon. "Hey," he said, turning to look over his shoulder at the little man on the desk. "Anyone scheduled right now?" A shake of the head answered that question, and he looked back at the group with a shrug.

"Sorry, you aren't on the list. Got to go through this like everyone else. Talk to this one-" here, he jerked his thumb at the clerk, "and get the paperwork straight before you go through. Shouldn't take long for anything official."

With that rather optimistic assessment of the Administratum's efficiency, they were waved over to the clerk, who peered up at them and then looked down at his ledger, dipping his pen in the inkwell.

"State your names and business for the record, please."

ANyone with Common Lore (Administratum) or Scholastic Lore (Bureacracy) is welcome to make a test to try and fast-track this process.

2013-01-18, 05:20 PM
Immediately worried that Joss might try the same trick twice, Novus scurries to the head of the line to speak with his fellow adept first. At this point fear of Joss becomes remote and fear of social interaction comes to the forefront, and his resolve almost visibly dies.

"Novus Octus Flavion to usethevoxarray..." By the end of the sentence, he's descended into a likely-useless fast mumble; once finished, dejected, Novus shuffles back the way he came. Probably leaving behind a very confused bureaucrat.

Damn forum roller. >.<

2013-01-20, 07:06 AM
"The vox array? Can't you just use one of the individual sets?" Peering at Novus the clerk switched his attention, after a moment, over to Solomon. "You said you were on an investigation. What is it you're investigating?"

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2013-01-22, 05:04 PM
"The whole thing is classified, I'm afraid." Gabe responded, projecting an air of exasperation.
"This whole administrative mess just gets in the way of good people trying to do good work, you know?" The priest leaned forward, and pretended to rummage in his pockets for an overlong moment before extracting his pack of lho-sticks.
"Y'want a lho?" he asked, proffering it to the guard.
"Anyway. The thing is, we need to talk with somebody dirtside. Can't tell you who or why, because he's all sensitive about people knowing he has friends." the priest continued, somewhat obliviously before glancing around furtively and pressing his forefinger to the tip of his nose. "It's all legit, of course, but businesses is business and we can't talk too much business."


2013-01-23, 12:07 PM
"Well..." The provost looked at the lho stick Gabe was offering. "Not really supposed to smoke on duty. Mind if I take one for later?" He did so, probably assuming Gabe wouldn't mind, seeing as he was offering them, and stowed it in his pocket.

"This is highly irregular..." the clerk was saying, looking over his book. "I can put you through to the Vox officer, if you like? He'd be able to get you clearance, and after that I could let you through. This isn't like the lower levels, you know, we do things proper and disciplined up here." This proclimation was given with a dagger-filled look at the provost, who shrugged.

"Just vox the officer, Clancy. I'd put money on these blokes not having all day."

Rolling his eyes in an exaggerated motion, the clerk turned in his chair, fumbling around for something and muttering to himself. After a moment, he placed a vox grille on the desk in front of him, pushing a button on it with a flourish. The grille crackled, the voice on the other end attenuated by the low-powered vox. It reminded half the group uncomfortably of the things beneath Sepheris Secundus, and the Magos who had taunted them. This voice, however, was nothing like the Magos'. It had a military sound to it, clipped and professional.

"Helstrum, here. What is it?"

2013-01-24, 10:14 AM
Gabe's performance is about as relatable as the inner workings of holy machinery and not much less impressive to Novus, although he still fears it's not enough. He retreats into his cloak like a turtle in its shell and waits.

In this futuristic, Latin-heavy dystopia, the clerk's name cracks me up. =P

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2013-01-24, 03:00 PM
Gabe straightened up and opened the back of his throat.
"Gabriel Cortez, Tarsus Special Investigations, Adeptus Ministorum." he rattled off, clean and clipped as precisely as Helstrum's.
"My retinue and I need access to your vox array to speak to a contact upon Klybo's surface. I'm told that we must speak to you for the authorization your Duty to Him on Earth requires you to give us."

2013-01-24, 04:08 PM
"That's right." The voice on the other end paused. "I'm the one you'd need to get authorisation from. Tarsus, you said? You're a long way from home, Brother Cortez. If you've been sent all the way out here, it must be something important. Have Clancy sign you in, I'll send a security detail to escort you up."

The line cut off, Clancy looking somewhat dissapointed that Helstrum hadn't told them to sod off, or some similar invective. He entered their names into his logbook, adding a note to each one that their entrance had happened on the authority of the vox officer. One at a time, they were waved through the checkpoint. Beyond, they found another lift. This one only had two buttons, and the only one they could press took them up to a wide atrium, its arched ceiling stretching far overhead. Steel supports rose out from the walls, holding the chamber up. The floor was done in an elaborate mosaic, the crest of the Imperial Navy dozens of meters across serving to remind everyone exactly who owned this station. Across the floor, a trio of provosts hurried towards them, weapons stowed for better speed. Drawing up level a few meters ahead, their leader waved to the acolytes.

"Ho there, you the investigators Helstrum was talking about? We're to take you up to the array."

Assuming confirmation was given, the provosts about faced, two of them dropping back behind the acolytes to march in a rough triangle formation. Following the guide, who seemed to know where he was going, they were led upwards, along gantries and stairwells, almost too fast to get much of a look at what was happening around them. Up here, the station was a model of efficiency. It was a marked contrast from the lower levels. There were no ragged dregs of humanity in the halls, no smell of desperation pervading the air. Before long, they reached a door marked 'vox operations.' A man with an officer's uniform and an enormous mustache met them at the door.

"Now then," he said, sounding much less mechanical without the reedy scratchings of the vox grille in the way, "You need to call the planet?"

2013-01-25, 09:44 PM
Some people would feel insignificant and forgotten in the vastness of this place, especially with the weight of an equally-titanic military hanging symbolically in the air. While one of them, Novus doesn't consider the sense a bad thing. Insignificance is familiar from the days when he wasn't butting heads with heretical monstrosities. Forgotten is what he prefers to be. He likes this level of the station.

So, almost at peace, he waits behind the others. His plan isn't looking too likely here, but maybe they can at least reach the shuttle pilot and save themselves some valuable time.

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2013-01-28, 08:25 PM
"To be specific, a given shuttle upon the planet." Gabe offered with his friendliest grin.
"And I'm sure you'll not take umbrage to the fact that we need to have this conversation in private? Mustn't have leaks in the investigation. Tarsus wants it all kept as hush-hush as possible."

2013-01-29, 10:29 AM
"I'll bet they do. That might be a little tricky, though, unless one of you knows how to work the vox. It's not like the portable units you'd see most places. I can clear most everyone out and run it myself, if that's good enough. Cogboys'll have my head if I leave anyone alone with the thing."

Helstrum ushered them in, and it was instantly clear he was right. The station's vox array was a massive edifice of antennae and cabling, rising up above the amourglass viewports set into the ceiling. Ringed around its base were banks of cogitators, input terminals, and a small army of mechanicus purity seals, the smell of incense reaching them from a number of small censors placed near some of the most critical systems. The number of operators in the room wasn't high, only a half dozen or so, but there were space for a good many more.

Anyone void-born will know enough to run the array themselves. For anyone else, it'd be a Tech-Use test.

2013-01-30, 10:44 AM
It reminds Novus of home. Given how he stares grimly at the gigantic testament to old-world prowess, home isn't something he likes remembering. All the same, he knows what's needed, and no one else seems to be jumping to take the job. The vox array isn't actually frightening in itself, so once he overcomes his social anxiety, the adept shuffles forward to operate it.

Naturally, he won't want to question the pilot too, not that the other acolytes should trust that chore to him anyway.

2013-01-30, 11:11 AM
Helstrum watched Novus for a few moments, looking between him and the others a few times before making a decision. "Alright!" He called suddenly, addressing the workers in the rest of the room. "Everyone, off-duty until further notice! These gents have a few calls to make, and they've requested discretion. Navy's got plenty of that to go around, so make it snappy."

At the order, the various operators around the room switched off their headsets, giving a few questioning looks at the group that were discouraged by glares from Helstrum. Once the place was empty, aside from them and himself, he turned back to Gabe.

"That's as good as you're going to get, I'm afraid. Like I said. The Mechanicus won't like it if I leave their baby here alone with you. I've helped with investigations before, though, and I can promise you nobody will hear any of this from me."

Do you want to make the call with Helstrum in the room?

2013-01-31, 12:21 PM
"I would certainly hope not." Joss growls out, speaking up for the first time. He stares a bit hard at Helstrum, his cat-like eyes adding an unspoken 'for your sake.'

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2013-02-01, 02:21 PM
"Do you mean to tell me that our Mechanicus authorization wasn't processed either?" Gabe asked, injecting a strain of "clearly furious" into his voice.
For added authenticity, he turned to glare at Novus "It was your job to make sure that got done properly, Adept." he pronounced the last word with unmatchable scorn. "Don't think for a moment that this is going unreported."

Hopefully, Novus' squeamish behaviour would only lend authenticity to Gabe's anger.

The lie, of course being "we're authorized to do this without you in the room. Begone!"

2013-02-02, 02:08 AM
Helstrum raised an eyebrow at the display. "You got Mechanicus authorisation? Processed or not, that's not an easy task. Alright. It's pretty obvious to me, somethin's up here that's bigger than I am..." Rubbing his mustache with a sigh, the officer looked between them.

"I'll wait outside. Right outside. I hear anything sounds like trouble, or if you need me for anything, I'm not gonna be far away." His piece said, the big man let himself out, sliding the door shut behind him. They could hear him on the other side, shouting at some rating or other to get back to work.

That was as good as they were likely to get. Novus hadn't operated an array quite like this one, but they were all a similar design, and it wasn't hard for him to find how to call a number. They had two of them, one for each shuttle that Raltus had taken to the surface. Punching the first one in, they waited in silence. Up above them, visible through the ceiling, a set of large dishes rotated, aligning themselves as they searched for the signal they'd been given. When they found it, there was a hiss of static over the comms. Down below, somewhere on Klybo, the 'incoming message' alert would be blinking on the vox of an Imperial shuttle. There was no answer, though, and after a minute the vox disconnected. Trying the other number, Novus waited again while the array aligned itself. This time, when the hiss of static came, a voice came with it.

"...78 by.. hang on.. 924," it said. "Message repeats. This is Corbus. Raltus, if you're looking for us, or if anyone else is looking for us, we've gone down in a storm. This blasted planet, it'll look clear, but those dust storms can come right outta nowhere. Foulled our engines. If you want your equipment back, you'll have to come pick us up. Coordinates are 278 by.. hang on.. 924. Message repeats."

It was just a recording.

Thanatos 51-50
2013-02-02, 02:13 AM
Gabe leaned in to commit the shuttle's co-ordinates to memory.
"Well, so much for having nice long chat, eh?" he quips to nobody in particular. "Is there any way we can tell how old that signal is?" he asks Novus, scanning around the equipment looking for any sort of read-out that will give him such information.

I make this roll in full knowledge that, no matter what it turns out to be, Gabe may auto-fail, as he is previously established as unfamiliar with this particular piece of equipment

2013-02-02, 01:45 PM
"Not from this room!" Novus nearly shrieks. Gabe's angry comment still has him rattled, apparently.

I do not, however, know where we'd need to go for that information; Destro didn't tell me that bit. I assume that'll be Gabe's next question. We could ask Helstrum.

2013-02-04, 03:26 PM
Solomon committed the coordinates to memory. The accident felt strange to him, as if he could scarcely believe that it was just a coincidence. Yet coincidences, boring as they were, did happen. He had once chased a wanted heretic for months all over Hive Sibellus only for the man to be killed by a stray bullet in a local gang war. It had taken the bounty hunter another month of investigation to conclude that his target had merely been unlucky.

"Hmmm, maybe we should ask if there are any weather satellites up there," mused Solomon. "Make sure there really was a storm recently over that spot. You know, the pilot's comment about how dust storms come out of nowhere sounds a bit... superfluous. Like a bad liar who's telling us: Honest! I swear to the Throne!"

He shrugged, playing with an unlit lho-stick. "I've dealt with a lot of liars, so I see 'em everywhere. But I wouldn't call myself an expert on the matter."

2013-02-05, 11:08 AM
The radio message kept going, repeating itself over and over. If Helstrum could hear, he was probably curious, but true to his word the man hadn't come back in.

Gabe, unfortunately, couldn't tell whether or not Solomon was right about the voice. It sounded okay to him, but he'd just lied perfectly to Helstrum. The odds that the pilot were as good a liar weren't great, but stranger things had happened.

Superfluous it might have been, but the more the message repeated, the more it seemed to carry a ring of truth. There was a lot of exasperation in the way the pilot was speaking. A lifetime of chasing criminals had taught the bounty hunter a thing or two about frustration, and the voice on the radio sounded genuinely hacked off about the shuttle crash. Come to think of it, wasn't there that merchant, back on the hab levels, who had turned up a pristine Imperial laspistol from a crashed shuttle not so long ago?

2013-02-05, 01:11 PM
Solomon's face grew intent as he listened to the message over and over again. "Hrrrm... he may very well be telling the truth, you know. But it does seem a tad fishy. I'd still check the recent weather over that zone if possible."

2013-02-08, 03:31 PM
After another short span of time, there was a heavy knock on the door. Muffled by the steel, the voice of Helstrum could be heard from the other side.

"You done in there? I can only give you a few more minutes."

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2013-02-10, 01:00 PM
"We're just wrapping up here!" Gabe shouted back, clapping the sitting Novus on the back.
"Let's pack it in, eh? We need to discuss what to do with this intel."

2013-02-11, 12:25 PM
The touch makes him jump. Following that abrupt muscle spasm, Novus shuts off the recording and puts the vox array back the way he found it. He's shaken by the news: it's almost as though some force is trying to eliminate their sources of information, first with the bitterly-defiant mercenary and now this pilot. Always a man to see conspiracies at work, he shudders to think about the powers Raltus may have at his disposal--or, more likely, the powers that may be puppeteering him.

2013-02-13, 12:19 PM
That was, apparently, close enough to 'yes' for officer Helstrum. The door slid open, and the officer and his mustache re-entered the room. "Won't bother asking what you found," he said. "Anything that secret, you wouldn't tell me anyways. Now, anything else I can help you with, or should I call my men back to work?"

2013-02-13, 11:42 PM
Joss let out a raspy chuckle when Novus jumped. That man was entirely too nervous. Paranoia was all well and good, in the Assassin's opinion, but there was such a thing as too much.

Whatever mirth he showed disappeared when Helstrum reentered the room. "Weather reports." He said in response to the man's question. The sooner they could cross check the weather, the sooner they could get planetside, and off this giant metal box.

2013-02-14, 06:17 AM
That made the officer blink. "Weather reports? Well, if you mean to go planetside, I suppose you'd need them. I can look those up from here. Where would you be wanting them for?"

Sliding into one of the chairs next to a cogitator, Helstrum started keying in commands. The device whirred, taking a long time to process the requests. This machine looked newer than some of the others in place. It probably wasn't as fast as the older technology.

2013-02-14, 09:20 AM
"Coordinates 278 924, sir," Solomon supplied. "We're looking for a sudden dust storm over that zone. Time unknown; that's what we're trying to establish."

2013-02-14, 03:15 PM
"Alright. I'll just pull everything for the last month. I can go back further, if there's nothing there." Fingers tapping the keys, Helstrum narrowed his eyes at the cogitator's small screen. Lines of text had begun to scroll across it. Weather data, all of it. Somewhere on this station there was probably some minor functionary whose entire job was rendering Klybo's daily weather data into readable format, for anyone who cared to look. Helstrum scrolled through it, looking for the section that contained the specified coordinates. Then, he punched a few more keys, and the text started scrolling by again, more slowly this time.

The officer seemed to have narrowed his search. What was coming up now was the data for the one chunk of Klybo that currently interested the group. Most of it was unremarkable. Wind, of varying speeds, or nothing at all. Klybo's surface didn't contain enough water to reliably form clouds. Made one wonder what the Explorators were thinking when they marked it for colonisation, but it was only one entry in an increasingly long list of things that caused that.

"Here's something," Helstrum said suddenly, pointing at the screen. "Two weeks ago. Bloody great storm out of nowhere, kicked up dust all across that quadrant." Tapping the screen, he told them why. "Low pressure moving through the area. That part of Klybo is pretty flat, only scattered rock formations. Nothing to break it up a bit."

Thanatos 51-50
2013-02-14, 04:54 PM
"Two weeks?" Gabe pondered aloud. "Any chance you have any records of sorties between then and now around that location and a thermal and barometric profile from a month ago to now?"

2013-02-14, 05:34 PM
"Well, we'd have records for any of our flights. Nearly everything down there is unregistered, though. The independants aren't required to file flight patterns, and there's nothing on the surface really worth keeping track of." Helstrum tapped the screen, the text having stopped scrolling by now.

"This is about all we gather ourselves, and it's mostly just in case anything lands on it that we want to have a look at. Nothing ever has, far as I know. I can probably get you a readout of the weather stuff, though." Another command was entered, and a length of parchment began to slowly spool out from the depths of the cogitator. Looking at the tail end of it, Gabe saw a lot of numbers. Temperature listings for the general area he'd asked for, plus a pile of other readings using a system the priest didn't recognise. InHg. Most of them looked about the same, but there were dips, here and there. The biggest one came when the parchment reached the day the storm had been on.

2013-02-16, 06:46 PM
Unsurprisingly given that he's spent the majority of his life on spaceships, even the basic idea of weather confuses Novus a bit. He doesn't trust it--who do these clouds and things think they are? Whom do they really work for? And of course, he definitely doesn't like the thought of being at the mercy of the dust storms everyone keeps talking about.

He figures Gabe or the Navy officer will know more about what the records imply. When neither speaks up, Novus inches closer to them and calls out hesitantly, "Is there anything suspicious?" This being asked by the nervous, twitchy, gray man creeping up behind them.

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2013-02-19, 08:26 PM
"Nothing seems too extraordinary," Gabe noted aloud to his comrades.
"We'll be in touch, Mister Helstrum. Thank you for your assistance in this matter." Gabe paused.
"It strikes me that I don't have your full name and rank for my report." he prompted the officer, "There must be dozens of Helstrums in this sub-sector alone, how can I recommend an appropriate commendation without that data?"

2013-02-20, 12:30 PM
"Lieutenant William Helstrum," the officer told Gabe. "Now, if that's everything..."

Ushered out by Helstrum, they found a small army of vox operators waiting in the corridor, evidently having returned from their impromptu break. The navy crew filed past them, back into the room with the array, heading for their stations. None of them asked questions. Helstrum himself followed the little group back into the corridor, the door sliding shut behind them.

"Glad I could be of service," he told them, scratching at his mustache. "But we've got work to do around here. You understand."

2013-02-21, 01:58 PM
A sinking feeling--or, rather, more of one than usual--grows in Novus's stomach. Now that they aren't waiting on the crashed shuttle to return, he assumes they'll immediately book a flight to the planet. Obviously, the idea doesn't appeal to him.

"Shuttle bay?" he suggests in a sickly tone.

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2013-02-21, 06:35 PM
"Shuttle Bay." Gabe confirmed, leading the way.

2013-02-22, 07:31 PM
"Finally." Joss rasped. He was looking forward to breathing real, fresh air again, not the stale, recycled stuff that passed for air aboard the ships and stations they'd been on.

2013-02-23, 08:47 PM
The nearest shuttle bay wasn't hard to find - the difficult part would be in securing a shuttle. There were a number currently docked, attended by ranks of blank-faced servitors. Klybo did not have a huge amount of call for shuttles, mostly they were for transferring supplies up to Navy ships, in for refuelling and restocking.

Okay, so, how do you plan on getting a shuttle to take you to the planet? Give me a plan, and I'll tell you what test, if you need a test, should be rolled.

Thanatos 51-50
2013-03-03, 02:41 PM
Gabe cast his gaze over the ranks of servitors populating the shuttle bay, and briefly considered the trick Mouse had done to re-programme one.
No, leading with that would be too risky.

Gabe scanned the bay, and looked for any pilots milling about, failing that, he advanced on a senior officer, adopting his best "Angry Minor Functionary" expression.

"Are you my ride down to the surface? This run-around I'm getting is quickly becoming infuriating. The Adept on loan to me apparently, had better thing to do than his job. I got him replaced, but my problems still stand"

2013-03-09, 05:39 AM
The deck officer Gabe had picked stared blearily at him through tired eyes. Seemed he was nearing the end of his shift, and didn't have time to deal with this sort of thing.

"Not my job to fly the shuttles," he told Gabe. "You're going to the surface? Fine." Casting about, he caught the eye of one pilot who was a little too slow to look like he was busy with something else.

"Olin! This one says he's headed planetside. Find him a ride."

For the pilot, that was easy enough, and it wasn't long before the small group of acolytes was headed towards Klybo itself. The station, and then the moon, diminished behind them, their shuttle's engines silently rattling the hull as they drew further away from the only real civilisation in the system. Klybo loomed up ahead, all beige whorls without a speck of blue ocean anywhere. Here and there the surface darkened, spotted with tall rocks or craggy mesas.

Olin, their pilot, wasn't nearly as talkative as the one who had brought them to the station in the first place. He plugged the coordinates they gave him into the shuttle's computer, sullenly guiding the little craft through the atmosphere. Outside, through armourglass viewports, they could see the terrain rushing by. Then, on the horizon, the distant glint of metal flashed across their view, distinctly different from the tan sands. There was no smoke from the crashed shuttle, but that would have stopped rising days ago. From the air, the crash site seemed deserted. The wind was blowing strong, whipping sand across the exterior of the shuttle. Olin set them down a short distance away from the crash, opening up the shuttle's doors with the flick of a lever.

2013-03-09, 12:32 PM
Everything happens far too quickly for Novus's fragile nerves; he sees their slim measure of safety slip away (not that he liked the station, but still, it beat this hellish wasteland) before he feels like he can blink, and by the time their shuttle lands, he's visibly on the edge of a nervous breakdown. The only reason he doesn't go fleeing screaming into the desert is the idea of Solomon stuffing him in a storage locker to keep him quiet.

"We can call you when we need a ride back, right?" he asks the pilot desperately. "Right? You won't just leave us here? Right?"

2013-03-09, 01:01 PM
Solomon stepped out of the shuttle, taking a moment to enjoy the feel of the wind on his leather coat. He could only tolerate being indoors for so long; a grey-walled, windowless station was no place to live. Even this wasteland was infinitely better if it meant having a sky above your head. The bounty hunter distributed lho-sticks to any of his comrades who wanted one, then put one between his lips, lit it and inhaled slowly.

"So. Is that a survivable crash, you think?" he asked no one in particular, his eyes on the crashed shuttle. His autogun was slung over his shoulder and fully loaded, ready to be fired at a moment's notice.

2013-03-09, 10:40 PM
Joss refused the offer of a Lho-stick, trying to hide his disgust, not so much with the habit, but simply with the smoke. He was careful to stay upwind or Solomon.

"Let's find out if anyone walked away." Joss suggests, stepping out of the shuttle. He pulls up his hood, blocking out the worst of the stinging wind and burning sun. The assassin starts out across the sand towards the downed shuttle. His cat-like eyes scanned the area for distinctive landmarks, and noted the position of any mountains on the horizon, so he could find his way back to this spot later, if needed.

2013-03-10, 11:59 AM
Klybo's surface, near here at least, was dotted with towering rock formations. Finding the crash again would be easy enough, provided they kept the formations in sight as a reference point. The stone and wind-blown sand, however, did not hold tracks especially well. The shuttle had carved a furrow when it hit, smaller gouges further away marking the bounces it had made before coming to a complete stop. The shuttle was heavily damaged, one of the engines reduced to a shredded mess of scorched metal, but the hull was in one piece.

Their pilot shrugged as they walked away, looking between the crash site and Novus. "Call the station when you want a lift back up. Can't promise it'll be me that comes for you, but someone will be along. Oh, and here.." reaching into a compartment in the shuttle wall, Olin tossed Novus a tin. From the way it sloshed, it had water inside. "That'll keep you alive out here. At least for long enough that someone can get to you."

Vanishing back inside, Olin shut the hatch behind them, their shuttle's engines powering up. For the second time, they were being left behind in an inhospitable location. Only this time, they had fewer options of where to go. The crash was the logical place to start, and Joss was already well on the way there.

Close up, their view of the downed shuttle was better. The hull was covered in tiny scratches, all the hatches yawning wide open. The inside was dark, and looked hot - heat shimmered around the openings, caught in the light shining down from above. It would get cold as soon as the sun went away though, Joss well knew.

2013-03-11, 08:43 AM
Novus hugs the container to his chest like a teddy bear, feeling like it isn't nearly enough. This job can't end too quickly for his liking. Thus, out of necessity, he hurries after the others. When he gets near the ship, he nervously looks around for landmarks in the area. Maybe someone's still watching the wreckage; his paranoia automatically searches for good vantage points.

Standard Perception roll, I assume.

[roll0] out of 36.

2013-03-11, 03:51 PM
Joss pulled his crossbow pistol from its holster and readied a shot in case someone, or something, ambushed them from inside the crashed shuttle. Foregoing subtlety, the assassin used his free hand to bang on the bulkhead. "Anyone home?"

Perception [roll0] I presume