The Sin of Pride IC

[Caimheul]

Master Holt Orthesian

The Confessor's booming proclamations cause even the most dutiful of the Master of Whisper's staff to jump slightly, leading to spilled pots of ink and much cursing. The master himself does not even lift his head, continuing with his work as he strives crafts a believable story to disseminate amongst the crew.

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Logic: (1d100)[24] TN 56
Total Recall:(1d100)[15] (Information related to the "Jericho reaches and the embattled Orpheus Salient" or some other warzone that would make a believable story for the crew
Decieve: (1d100)[40] TN 50

[DrK]

The Sin of Pride plunges through the reaches of the nebula dust and solar winds cascading from the straining void shields giving the vessel a massively bright halo of glittering dust.

In the shadows of the vessel, in the miles of armoured corridors and thrumming plasma conduits the roar of weapons fire echoes faintly as a small band of loyal acolytes roots out corruption and the elite of deathwatch use bolt and blade to scour tech heretics.

Amidst all of this the news come out aboard the ship that the Sin will be redoplying. The news crafted carefuly by the Master of Whispers speaks of the rumoured Orpheus Salient - a term that all know as one that defines catacylsmic war against the Great Enemy. The crew, still inspired by the confessor do little but cheer swearing oaths of vengeance against the evils of Chaos. The sweet music of loyal cheering piped through the myriad listening devices aboard the vessel proof to the Master of Whispers that his story is well received by the crew.

Even as the crew settle down Mikhael scans the ship sending out his powerful thoughts looking for alien presence or unnautural thoughts but finding nothing save the expected fear of combat and thrill of a new mission.

The ship plows through space - fighter squadrons and plasma batreries warming up as it closes on the Agglomeration! Battlestations...

[Starbin]

Gathering his gear and tools of the trade, Gabriel made his way towards the bridge, knowing that soon the ship would be embroiled in conflict - perhaps his presense would lend fervor to the crew and aid them in their duties.

If not, he would be there to dispense justice on those that failed in their service to the Emperor.

[Tome]

Enginseer Prime Victris Alverse

Victris assumes his place in the engineering bays, ready to oversee any emergency repairs that may be required. Taking stock of the fellow Tech-Priests and repair crews assembling at their stations, he voxes in his status report. "Enginseer Prime to bridge. The engine spirits are healthy and gellar fields report no breaches. All repair crews stand ready. Be aware, repairs to the recent damage remain incomplete. I advise caution if we encounter hostilities".

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At least, I'm assuming there's still stuff he hasn't been able to repair yet. Let's see how much he's gotten done.

Tech-Use 89 + Combi-Tool 10 = 99 vs (1d100)[75]

[DrK]

As the firefights in the bowels of the vessel begin to fade and order is restored once more. Apothecaries begin work on the Kill Team within their shrine and the acolytes continue their hunt in the steel labrynth of the Sin.

The massive vessel hurtles through space as the command team begin their preparations. "Sword squadrons ready to Launch Lord Captain" the crackling voice over the vox of Commander Regias.

The helmswomen, Carnelia, smiles as she chimes in a second later - "Engines at full ahead Lord Captain. We should be begin to enter auger range of the Agglomeration within 2 hours Captain."

Master Chief Relden coughs slightly from the gun pit. A wreathing cloud of lho smoke hovering above the torpedo plotting holos. "Tubes loaded and plasma batteries charged and ready"

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Basically you are ~30VU away from the aggloomeration cruising in at 6VU per turn.

Remember each turn is ~30 minutes. So you've got about 1 hour before you enter long range (22VU) of your plasma battery.

[Caimheul]

Master Holt Orthesian

The Master of Whispers takes his customary place on the ship's bridge, overlooking the crew manning the sensor arrays. His eyes roving for any failure that may allow an enemy vessel to escape notice. "We should beware of hidden vessels" he says, hands shaking in the sleeves of his robes, his customary reaction to emerging from the warp.

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Since I assume we are not going to try overly hard to be sneaky, I think the Active Augury extended action is in order for Holt, should I be wrong, I'll change this.
(1d100)[46] TN 60 = 40 + 20 (Scrutiny + Detection)
So, one degree of success means can scan an additional 5 VUs for a total of 25 VUs from the Sin of Pride

[DrK]

As the Sin glides through the outer reaches of the impressive Nebula tha auger array reaches out some quarter or a million miles analysising everything in detail...

A slight blip on the screem - the faint haze of a thermal spike reveals the patrol and small system defence vessel. Even with Holt's sensor skills its hard to get an accurate read of the enemy vessels but it looks like a standard CVP patrol of hammerheads and a small system corvette lurking at the edge of the nebula ~7VU from where the Agglomeration is.

As the Sin of Pride ghosts forards slowly the multiple linked thermal and metallic sensor readings of the Agglomeration appear with various spikes and readings indicating functioning weapons and sensor systems as they orbit above the planet.

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At 25VU from you (so 5 from the station) is a patrol of 1 squadron of void fighters.

At 23VU from you is a small system corvette. Slightly smaller than an Imperial Cobra and with no warp drive its a small system defence vessel.


Remember all that you can roll for the crazed NPC crew

Assuming you move 5VU this turn you end up....

25VU from the station
18VU from the corvette - Inside PLasma battery range!
20VU from the void patrol.

[bluntpencil]

"How long can we keep up a torpedo bombardment, Master Chief?" asks the Captain, hoping that they have plenty torpedoes.

"Helmswoman, maintain distance in order to stay out of range of defences. Be ready to evade any long range defences, and prepare to make a torpedo bombardment at long range. We will outmaneuver them at range, evading their attacks, whilst taking advantage of our heavy bombardment."

He goes through various members of the crew, giving them their orders.

"Fighter squadrons, be ready to launch at a moment's notice. Escort duty for torpedo launches."

Yes, the Captain is unusual, but he knows when caution is, in fact, a devastating weapon.

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Applying Rogue Trader's bonus to the Helmswoman's piloting rolls. Will later apply it to Ballistic Skill for Torpedoes.

Rolling Command.

(1d100)[55] TN 82, 62 Fel, +5 Lord Captain's Baton, Talented, +5 Command Bridge

(TN Increases to 92 if Peer: Military applies)

[Starbin]

Gabriel arrived on the bridge, reporting to the Captain first.

"Lord-Captain Kuchenko, permission to enter the bridge."

The Confessor knew that it was well within his right to enter the bridge without announcing himself this way, but given the last frosty interaction he had with Kuchenko, Gabriel was inclined to follow protocal.

[DrK]

"How long can we keep up a torpedo bombardment, Master Chief?" asks the Captain, hoping that they have plenty torpedoes.

"Helmswoman, maintain distance in order to stay out of range of defences. Be ready to evade any long range defences, and prepare to make a torpedo bombardment at long range. We will outmaneuver them at range, evading their attacks, whilst taking advantage of our heavy bombardment."

He goes through various members of the crew, giving them their orders.

"Fighter squadrons, be ready to launch at a moment's notice. Escort duty for torpedo launches."

The Master Chief pops his head over the wall of augury screens, a lho stick in his hand, another in his mouth trailing a thick line of smoke. 12 hours Lord Captain. 12 hours assuming the lazy crew dogs can keep the tubes fed."

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You have capacity for 24 torpedoes and a Str of 2

Meanwhil the demure tone of Ravena cuts across. "Aye mylord Captain. Moving to full stop - keeping the bo toards the enemy to commence torpedo bombardment."

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So its a piloting check to go to full stop

and then you can fire torpedoes in your own time.

If you want Blunt' you can use your command check to be the reload the torpedo tubes in the same extended action as you fire them so you can fire next turn as well. At speed 12 they will arrive in the 3rd turn...

[bluntpencil]

"Aye, on the bridge with you, Father Gabriel!"

The Captain sounded enthusiastic and friendly, like he had forgotten the previous disagreement.

Ah, it was because he was ordering the destruction of a space station, it seemed.

"Right, Master Chief, be ready to begin the bombardment in twelve minutes, once we are in a perfect position. I'll leave the specifics to you, my good man. Try to take out the orbit facilitators if possible.

Commander Regias, have your fighters ready to escort the torpedoes in. Launch in eleven minutes. On the way in, if the station launches bombers in response, peel off to engage them.

Helmswoman, maintain position for bombardment, unless the station launches torpedoes in response. In that eventuality, move to evade, but notify the Master Chief, so as not to spoil his bombardment."

When giving the orders to the bridge crew, he was relaxed, and spoke slower than usual. He was confident and collected at the moment, a dangerous professional, his eccentricities not shining through at that moment, his face serious and controlled, not a man to be trifled with.

[Starbin]

Nodding his head in acknowledgment, Gabriel moved onto the bridge, walking amongst the crew with the full trappings of his station. Lavender eyes swept across the area, looking for the tell-tale signs of weakness or uncertainty ... a complicated task given the amount of nervous energy and anticipation that the crew was obviously feeling. Until it was necessary, he would simply bolster spirits and evoke ferver with a simple hand on a shoulder here, a murmured word of prayer there. Once the actual shooting started, he would begin in earnest.

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Depending on what the crew needs / what the Captain wants, we'll go with "Put your backs into" as required - shooting bonuses first, emergency repairs if necessary.

[Tome]

Victris

Down in the engineering bays, the Enginseer Prime frets over damaged data lines, soothing and consoling the machines' spirits with rites of repair. The unfinished repairs weigh heavily on his mind, and he mumbles fervent prayers to the Emperor-As-Omnissiah as he works.

"Oh Omnissiah, please don't let us take any more damage. Half the ship is held together by sacred bonding tape as it is!"

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Aid the Machine Spirit and boost Detection I guess, unless the captain puts in an order for more speed.

Tech-Use 89 + Combi-Tool 10 = 99 vs (1d100)[79]

I'm assuming we're leaving rolling for our NPCs up to DrK? Or does one of us need to roll for them?

[Caimheul]

Cornelia's years of experience show as her hands deftly fly across the panel in front of her, responding to the ship's subtle vibrations as if it were an extension of her own body, her non-regulation thigh high leather stiletto heeled boots in no way a hindrence as she manipulates the foot controls. "Full stop, Aye aye sir."

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Rolling first to see how this goes: (1d100)[5] or (1d100)[83] TN 88 (79 + 9) (reroll from Mistress of Space)?
Huh... so I CAN roll lower than 80... good to know. So that's what, 8 degrees of success?

[DrK]

In the cold void of space the retro thrusters fire as Cornelia expertly redirects power throughtout the massive vessel as it comes to a slow halt shrouded in a corona of expanding plasma gas but finally arrested in its forward motion as it strains at the leash of its plasma drives.

On the bridge even as Holt stands watching the Augers and the crew respond to the Lord Captain's command Cort strides around the plotting table surrounded in a fog of Lho smoke as he barks orders and growls at the rest of the team. Minutes later the entire vessel shudders as a pair of 200m long plasma tipper warhead leap into the void on pillars of blue fire. As Cornelia holds it in place her brother strides the flight deck as Eagle squadron launch diving into the void on the tail of the torpedoes the fury iterceptors chasing down the torpedoes that are ~an hour and a half from the station...

On the station things go alert as you can sense the power to weapons and augers ramping up, the squadron of fighters on CVP verctoring to face you and the corvette's weapons systems coming on line as it drifts another 3VU closer to you as its crew process the sudden appearance of an enemey vessel and torpeodes...

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Enemies notice you.
Surprise round done

Corvette is 20VU away
Torpedoes and eagle squadron ove 10VU

PC's to go

[DrK]

With a soft hiss that shudders the entire 3km length of the vessel the torpedeos burn free accompanied by the roar of after burners as Eagle 1 zoom alongside the towering plasma missiles.

The Sin of Pride slows in space as the helmswoman Regina expertly works the control avoiding any yaw on the z- or y-axis keeping the prow of the vessel aimed at the distant array. Her brother screaming orders calmly as Rapier 1 and Rapier 2 prepare for a bombing run.

The brigde is silent as the minutes tick by. The range decreasing slowly and steadily. A quick "Contact eemy vessel 26000km" met with a long puff of smoke from the weapons array pit and a muted "Tracking that grox fracker".

20 minutes later the voxes scrammble into life with a "Tally ho" as you can hear Regias relaying orders to his pilots as blips on the auger arrays and the 3-d hololithic display vanish and fade. Eagle 1 ploughing through the fighter escort without pause.
"2 more enemy squadrons vectoring towards Eagle 1. do we launch support fighters?". Prince Kasmir's answer short and to the point "Its too late now" but a smooth motion and the soft words of Gabriel instilling the pilots with the fire and zeal of the God -Emperor pays off as on plumes of lasccannon fire and following the smoke trails of the plasma missiles they bore in right through the screen of enemy fighters. Their torpedoes still intact and undamaged.

Minutes later Cort spins round, a smoke ring puffing out. "Permission to fire?" seconds later the nod from the command chair and the ship rolls slightly as the 8 colossal turrets along the top of the vessel fired in unison shells rocketing across the void slamming into the shields of the corvette before passing through and tearing off the auger array. THe return fire berefit of tracking is as ineffectual as to be laughable. The tons of macrocannon shells ripping through the empty void or skidding off the towering energy fields hugging the Sin of Pride

At a nod from the Lord Captain and with assistance from Victris the Sin's plasma engines fire up and the Sin surges forward on plumes of plasma flares as Regias and Kasmir stand beside a terrified FCO as the two Rapier squadrons blast forward whipping through streams of gatling fire before releasing their cargo of plasma and melta warheads. The missiles impact heavily upon the corvette as shells slam into weapon systems, void generators and the hull tearing the heart out of the corvette as it begins a slow spin out of control and crippled.

As the bombers scream free of the expanding cloud Cort grins an evil chuckle from inside his firing pit as the corvette rolls belly up a massive cloud of smoke and a muttered "frak you a$$ hole" before the huge cannons fire once more and 18000 men and women are reduced to fragments of frozen meat spinning in space amidst the atomised wreckage left from the plasma explosion.

After that it's more than easy. The Sin of Pride sitting our of weapons range as it launches torpedo strike after torpedo strike into the helpless station. The station that after 4 hours of bombardment slowly and painfully drops from orbit towards the dead planet beneath trailing smoke and plumers of twisted metal before it burns up high in the thin and hostile atmosphere. The sinister shadow spreading over the bridge and a flutter of small cherubium wings announces the Iniquisitor slowly creeping onto the bridge accompanied by his golden armoured guards.

He slowly creeps to the front of bridge watching the view screens and displays with a whisper thin smile. He turns slowly to Gabriel "An exciting afternoon Confessor would you not say. I heard your words. The zeal you inspired gave me assurance. The pilots flew well." The Inquisitor turns to Kasmir - "I want no survivors Captain. Launch fighters and eradicate all the escape pods."

THe station is gone and as the fighters sear space for any survivors the Sin of Pride lingers over the planetary surface. The Inquisitor looking to the captain - "There may be artifacts worth taking Captain. Prepare some groud troops. Then we can make haste to stop the invasion of the great enemy that we saw."

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station destroyed. Who is going down to the small research station on the planet?

[bluntpencil]

The Captain sits, smiling, smoking same strange smelling tobacco, swirling amasec in a glass. He spins slowly in his chair, pointing his cigar at several of his command staff as he does so.

"Well well, my compliments to yourselves, Helmswoman Regina and Chief Gunner Cort. Nicely done.

Father Gabriel, please extend my appreciation to the good Wing Commander, if you would. I think it would mean a lot coming from your steadfast self."

It never hurt to congratulate the staff, after all. They did well. Of course, it was all his simple genius plan, but hey-ho, everyone had a job to do, and they all did it well.

When his boss tells him to leave no survivors, he almost spits his amasec, partially because taking orders on his own bridge is abhorrent, but mostly because he was just told page one of the Naval Handbook.

"Take no prisoners?" he asks cheekily. Inquisitors did like their torture after all. "We could put them to the question before heading dirt-side, my good lord!"

After the Inquisitor asks who would accompany him planet-side, Prince Casimir removes a gold pocket-watch from his pocket and strokes his short beard.

"Hmm. Well, if those Space Marines hurry up doing what they're doing, they volunteer for the away team, if I have anything to say about it. I'm a busy man with a space-ship to run, after all."

[Tome]

Enginseer Prime Victris Alverse

"Damage reports are coming in, Captain. Nothing more than expected wear and tear - the Sin of Pride is unharmed. And if I m-may interject, my Lord C-captain?" Victris, still connected to the ship's systems, chimes in over the vox. "P-perhaps it might be m-m-more... efficacious not to d-demand s-s-something so mundane f-from the Emperor's blessed Astartes? Their holy p-purpose lies elsewhere, and we d-do have a number of a-agents at our disposal who w-would be more than s-sufficient for the t-task. In f-fact...". The connection momentarily breaks off as the Master Enginseer takes a moment to double-check his records.

"Y-yes, it appears that a s-squad of acolytes under M-master Holt r-recently requisitioned s-several p-pieces of equipment from t-the armouries. A-assuming they haven't managed to b-break it yet, t-they should be a-adequately equipped for the t-t-task. Though I s-suspect they may l-lack the knowledge to determine w-what would be of interest t-to the Inquisitor".

[Caimheul]

Master of Whispers Holt Orthesian

The Master of Whispers speaks up at the Lord Inquisitor's insistence of "No Survivors." "M'lord, I would never doubt the wisdom of your orders or actions, I have to agree with Lord-Captain Kuchenko. Should it be possible to capture members of the senior staff, my people would gladly... question them for you. I shall ensure that even if you do decide to allow us to undertake this course of action there shall still be no survivors," he beseeches the Inquisitor perhaps not as respectfully as he should, distracted by the thoughts of the mound of paperwork that has accumulated on his desk as a result of the battle.

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Charm: (1d100)[78] TN 50?

Edit: Nice to see the roller hates ALL of my Sin of Pride characters... *sigh*

[Starbin]

Gabriel walked through the weapons station, patting the men and women on the back. A whispered word here, a smile there, but heartfelt congratulations all around. He also took a moment to thank the Wing Commander as directed by Kurchenko, but when the command deck fell silent, he turned to see the Inquisitor arrive.

Moving forward to join the other officers, he stood quietly as the Inquisitor surveyed the scene, handing out congratulations to those gathered like fine amisec. He bowed his head low in thanks to Theocles' words for his efforts, listening as the others gave their opinions on the Inquisitor's orders. Looking around, he cleared his throat for a moment before speaking. "We must walk the balance between unraveling more of this foul trechery, while punishing those who betrayed the Emperor. I would presume our efforts should focus on those prisoners that will be of use. The question before us is whether those fleeing this combat will be of use to the Master of Whispers, or if we should focus our efforts on those the away team capture for interrogation."

[DrK]

As the small collection of officers clustered around the hunched Inquisitor Lord all giving forth their opinion he mused. Before after one last glance out of the viewing screen agreeing with the majority.
"You may caatch any pods as you see fit. Do not endanger any our men and Master Holt - see that none survive their interrogations".

A deft touch at the hololith controls spins the display to show the view of the planetary surface beneath them all. The pocked and dead surface of Morwen VI bright in glowing the green display as it zooms in on the small mining outpost - barely more than 2 small hab domes and a landing platform. "You may be right Enginseer. The Astartes are loyaly beyond death but are a blunt tool. Mayhaps a smaller team of trusted men and soldiers would be more suitable."

He glances at the Lord Captain. "I leave everything in your capable hands Lord Captain". Before glancing to others. "Make sure you leave no survivors Holt. We shall talk again soon when we re-enter the warp Gabriel. Your training must be expanded. If we are to fight the beast then those of string soul and pure faith must understand the beast".

As he leaves the bridge the constant background choirs fade away to give Theocles scratchy voice broadcast into near every corner of the ship. "The God Emperor is proud of all of you. You have done well in smoting the enemies of man." A few desultry cheers erupt in sections of the ship - noticeably louder where Commisars are present!

[DrK]

The bustle of action soon passes as the landing bay prepares a pair of shark assault boats for the landing action and the trusted Lt.Solarri summons a landing party of heavily armed armsmen.

An hour later, garbed for war leaving Lord Theocles in the sanctity of his chambers they join the carnage on the flight deck. The assive fat shark assault boats heavy and lumbering ready action as the arbite enforcers potter and move around the oil and promethium stained deck plating.



A commotion at the edge of the watching circle of guards reveals a collection of sorry looking hive scum, feral worlders a thin looking adept and another arbite approaching. Only Holt recognising this collection of misfits...

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Feel free to conduct all the RT and DH characters chat and landing in this thread to bump it up and let it feel some love.

[bluntpencil]

"Don't tell me that they are the men you plan on sending?" whispers the Lord-Captain to Master Holt.

"Anyway, current priority is to purify the crew. I've been given authority here by the Lord Inquisitor, and I've decided that succeeding in our mission will be impossible with the Throne-damned ridiculous amount of heretics, xeno cults and Terra-knows-what-else on board. That's your primary objective, Orthesian, see it's done. We're fragging lucky we're not floating in the aether sans-void suit.

And don't tell me you're too busy. You're the best in your field, you can do two things at once."

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+10 to a check made by Holt each turn. Assuming Knowledge or Scrutiny ;)
(1d100)[48] Command check to assert his authority. Edit: A strong success. ;)

[Starbin]

Gabriel stood near Master Holt, clad in full guard flak armor and Eccleisarchial robes. He carried the staff of his office, and a huge thunder hammer. Behin him, two robed aides carried a large flamer and a powerful-looking stubber. As the acolytes apporached, he turned and set his silent gaze upon them, watching but not talking yet.

The robes marked him clearly as the ship's Confessor. His haircut and bearing spoke of previous military experience. His eyes and coloring clearly indicated he was a Cadian. He was an impressive looking figure, but the thing that clearly stood out was his presence ... an aura of faith that was wrapped around him like a refractor field. A faith that seemed to say they would be successful, no matter the odds ... because they had to.

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Lor arrived on the deck with his comrades and rolled his eyes. "Oh this is gonna be fun!" He kept to the back, not used to dealing with the senior staff on any topics, let alone a combined assault on a planet.

[Caimheul]

Master Holt Orthesian

"Captain, you do not know me, therefore I shall let your comment slide. If you knew exactly what I was keeping track of shipboard while simultaneously holding this conversation with you, your mind would boggle. I wish to remind you that the Master of Whispers is traditionally responsible for keeping track of any rumours circulating amongst the crew as well as create new ones when it is deemed necessary. Additionally, I have heard tales of captains who found themselves a laughingstock due to whispers passed among the crew and had to retire due to the shame and the ineffectiveness of their orders. Furthermore, I do not serve you, I serve the Inquisitor and if I deem you a threat to the mission of this vessel I shall report you as such directly to the Inquisitor. My agents are already investigating the pockets of heresy among the ship, however in my experience rot often trickles down from the top. As for these particular examples of my agents, the Inquisitor and I agree that results speak much more loudly than appearances. I know my job, see to yours." Holt hisses back before turning his now blazing eyes upon the acolytes.

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Praetus
"Feth, the boss looks ticked... I get the feeling this isn't an awards ceremony..."

[bluntpencil]

The Captain raises an eyebrow, making a mental note as he does so.

"You've clearly not served in the Navy, Orthesian! We'll make a sailor of you yet!" he says quite loudly, patting the Master of Whispers on the back, far more forcefully than he should have.

He then roughly put an arm around the Master of Whispers, whispering to him with a grin on his face, so that the crew wouldn't realise the conflict in the officer class.

"I was brought here from the Navy for a reason, Orthesian. The Captain has a throne for a reason, Whisperer. He is King on his ship, and this Captain will have discipline: It is all that can save this ship from the heresy on board. If our dread Lord wanted you exempt from following my orders, you would be the Captain.

Now, I don't think I need to tell you what the punishment for insubordination is in the Navy..."

The mental note, was as follows, being far colder than his public appearance would ever seem:

Heresy rampant amongst the crew. Xenos infiltration also a concern. Responsible parties unknown, although the ship's Confessor and Master of Whispers have some responsibility to prevent such. The Confessor seems beyond reproach.

Insubordination amongst ranking crew also a notable problem due to multiple chains of command.

Possible options for redressing this include:

Letting the Inquisitor deal with it. Probably a terrible idea. He let this happen anyway.

A public execution of ranking officers. Not ideal; could cause mutiny.

A very thorough, violent, purging of the crew as soon as possible. A reduction in manpower very likely, but necessary. Not a desirable option, but possible lesser evil.

After a moment, though, the Captain saw that the ragtag band of misfits he had asked about earlier were standing at attention in front of himself and Holt Orthesian. He speaks in a friendly and hearty, but questioning tone,

"Well well well, what do we have here? One of the Master of Whispers' little cells of sanctioned murderers and agents provocateurs?

Do tell me, ladies and gentlemen, why so exhausted? Been purging heretics, I hope! I do hope the recent battle hasn't prevented you from combating the Enemy Within..."

He points at Praetus with his Lord-Captain's baton, since he looks vaguely in charge.

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(1d100)[55] Command roll vs. Orthesian to assert some authority. I expect very limited results on a success.

(1d100)[2] Charm roll vs. Acolytes. Peer: Military should apply to Lilitas. Again, they won't gather much from him.

EDIT: One degree of success on Command. Six degrees of success on Charm, seven with Lilitas.

[Caimheul]

"I have no desire to be the Captain as my skills lie in other areas, If you want to put it in naval terms, treat me as you would the Commissar that was attached to your previous command and we shall get along better in future. Now I am going to tell you this once since you were not aware, do not touch me again." Holt says as his ever present bodyguards continue holding a steady bead on the Captain, Holts hand tightly clenching the butt of his melta pistol fighting the urge to scream or recoil.

[bluntpencil]

"Grand, I'm glad we understand one another!" mutters the Captain in the command ciphers as he removes his arm from the Master of Whispers, noting his hand on his pistol, "that'll mean that heresy is your purview, so my request wasn't too far off the mark!"

He makes a point of using the code for 'request' instead of 'command'. Commissars hated being told what to do, and they tended to shoot Captains far too often for his liking. No point taking a stupid risk like that, but he couldn't resist getting a slight jab in with telling Holt what his job was, either.

Still, he could have the Ship's Commissar start shooting defenceless prisoners if he needed to, and asked him nicely. That was probably going to be very necessary very soon. This ship was a mess, and needed a firm hand immediately.

[Caimheul]

Praetus

Unsure of what exactly is going on, Praetus is glad that his helmet hides his face eyes darting between the Master of Whispers and Captain uncertain of what transpired and certain he did NOT want to know. "The Emperor's Justice never sleeps sir," he replies to the captain as plainly as he can, attempting to avoid arousing the suspicions of the Master of Whispers.

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Master Holt Orthesian

The Master of Whispers, still slightly aggravated by the Captain's behaviour, purses his lips while looking at the acolytes, but says nothing concerning their current state considering that they were supposed to be on leave following their last mission.

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Before any of us brief the DH characters, did we decide the RT characters were accompanying them or not? I can't recall

[bluntpencil]

"Good answer... Arbitrator...?" The Captain wasn't sure what rank or title to attach to the cop in front of him. Arbitrators were like Commissars. They, technically, had the right to shoot him too. Pfft. Hopefully the cop would tell him his name and rank.

"I'd recommend some regulation stimulants if you don't plan on sleeping though. I should have something much stronger than the standard recaf in my quarters. Command-class perk, you see. If you're reporting to Master Holt, you're likely due it.

I can have it sent to your commander... which would be... Lieutenant...?"

Not knowing who they work for, the Captain attempts to get a little information from the Acolytes. He genuinely does want to help them, seeing as he can see they've had a few scrapes, and smell a fair bit from their recent actions, but he also wants to get a better insight into the workings of the vessel.