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While awaiting the assassin's response, the former arbitrator suddenly recalls their newest addition. He turns off his external speakers and transmits a message to Master Holt through the microbead integrated into his helmet."Master Holt, we seem to have been joined by a tech priest, do you know anything about this?"
Although it is tricky to see due to a similar coloration, the red arm band is visible. He makes a slight adjustment in position to put more emphasis on it. He ponders whether maintaining the outsiders' false beliefs would be worth the amusement. Of course, only a select few outsiders would probably recognize any one of these designations. He speaks with an unusually relaxed quasi-monotone.
Skitarius Hyspasist Specialist designate: RASR 419 accounted for.
As the skitarri waits for the group Praetus's microbead chimes in with a message from the Master of WHsipers "Skitarii RASR419 has been assigned to the cell. Confirm his ID and accept if its correct."
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Oh by the way Bluntpencil- Lorenzo can swap Fel and Per if he wants.
Accustomed to a life of violence, quick searches and combat Liliatas and Praetus both notice the lack of red armband on the assassin in front of them.
Praetus also noticing the faint stain of blood on the assassin's leg and a few more blood stains leading further up the corridor almost as if the assassin was the tail ender of a group of fugitives...
The assassin looks at the group, hunting rifle held up high "Back the frick down you gorilla" he mutters at the guardswoman before replying to Praetus "I am part of the death squads assigned to this sector to eliminate non-conformists of the scanning. Who are you?".
"Ah. In that case we were sent to help you with that task." Praetus says, continuing with a single code word, so short it is practically a sound: "Kill." as he draws his pistol in a blink of an eye and firing point blank at the supposed assassin.
Hopefully that should get us a surprise round...
Free action: draw pistol
Half Action: Fire (1d100)TN 87 (27 + 30 Surprised + 30 Point Blank)
Damage 5 (Right leg I think?)
That confirmation is all that Lilitas needs. Almost before the word is even out of the Arbites' mouth, she pulls the trigger, unleashing a torrent of las-bolts. She takes careful note of how her new carbine handles, wishing she'd found time to take it to the firing range first. Ah well, gunning down heretics is more fun anyway. Let's just hope this is worth my last paycheck.
Since Lilitas already had already assumed a firing position, and is thus braced, lets just start shooting, shall we?
The unkown assassin barely has time to move as las and stub fire assails his body. Praetus's shot grazes his leg before the hail of fire form Liliatas's lascarbine zips and whines around him burning great holes in his chest, arms and legs. The double tap from Lorenzo barely neede, blood splattering backwards as it blows the assassin off his feet....
The corridor is still quiet save for the thrum of engines on full plasma drive and the harmonies of the now medically pure choir of Soratias.
Praetus carefully looks around the corner as Markus searches the body of the erstwhile "assassin." "Strip the body while you're at it. Even if we can't use the equipment, we might be able to supplement our income by giving it to the quartermaster. It will need to be purified of course."
Awareness: (1d100) TN 38
Fate Points: 1/1
Shield: 8 AP cover
Mars Pattern Mark IV Command Laspistol clip: 14/15
Spare pistol charge packs: 1/1
Without a word, Markus dashes to the fallen body. "Let's see if you've got any ID, deadboy," he mutters as he rifles through the assasin's pockets.
The ID tag reads "Crewman Assint- barracks 12 assistant chef"... clearly not a sanctioned assassin from the death cults associated with the chapels. As his body is examined there is a nice preysense sight on the good quality hunting rifle - a Metallican ruger 60X if Markus is not mistaken. Aside form that and the night sight goggles he only has a monoknife at his waist and a microbead slung to his neck.
As Praetus watches the scum loot the body he can't hear anything else over the genreral noises of heavy ship machinery and singing.
Lorenzo Bianco updates his datapad on the advanced wrist-display of his armour. He then approaches the mangled body, scanning it with his wrist-unit's auspex function, setting it to a standard medical scan, in order to update the xenobiology records for their Inquisitorial lord.
"Should we take a blood sample? It may help our masters synthesise an antidote... or a poison... for this scourge."
He remains calm, in spite of this being the only time he has ever engaged in live-fire violence. He's chilled, calm and composed.
"I don't believe I can claim credit for this kill," he says matter-of-factly as he scans the corpse, the auspex picking up his bullets in the utterly destroyed mess that was the assassin's leg.
Noting that Markus picked up a microbead, the Adept grins, speaking to the Arbitrator, whom he assumes is their cell's leader.
"Acolyte Praetus? I do believe that we may be able to listen in on them now..."
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Markus grabs the rifle, goggles and the microbead. "I'll not b' using these until they've been checked fer xenos-taint," he says, indicating the first two. "But this might yield some useful information if the traitors are coordinating their actions. Any volunteers?" He asks, holding out the microbead.
If no-one else volunteers, assume Markus (who likes to live dangerously, apparently) slips the bead into his ear and listens for enemy communications.
"If you don't mind, I would take it, Acolyte Markus?" offers the Adept, hoping to make himself useful, as actual gunfighting isn't his strength. Then again, he thinks, combat doesn't seem that hard a task now that he's had a taste.
"He's dead, doesn't matter who killed him. As for the medicae teams, they'll collect their own blood samples later when they dispose of the body. Do what you like, just don't delay us. Fancy equipment for a chef... Let's get moving, I'll take point, cover me sarge. You" here he points to the adept. "Stay in the center." with that he heads around the corner, shield proceeding him.
As the Skitarius takes the microbead, Bianco sighs, then stops him.
"Just a moment..."
He looks over the microbead, nods, then pushes several buttons on his wrist-unit, then speaks into his own microbead, ensuring that the other one doesn't pick him up, by turning off its input. He speaks in a clipped, professional tone, informing their CO of the fugitives' communications.
"Lieutenant Solarii... the fugitives appear to be using communications devices on a frequency of three, seven, eight, six, three. One target of eight has been eliminated; target identified as Crewman Assint, of barracks twelve catering support staff; recommending a precautionary detox programme for those stationed there, in case of toxins being administered via foodstuffs.
Proceeding according to the plan.
As he speaks, he follows Praetus' orders, and falls into formation, auspex ready on his left wrist, his gun in his right hand.
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A dismissive snort is all the scorn Lilitas spares for the idea of counting kills. She kills in the Emperor's name, and he alone will know the tally of her work when she goes before him. Any mortal accounting is meaningless before that.
She moves to follow Praetus, making sure to keep a clear line of fire ahead of him as he advances up the corridor. He at least had proved himself a competent soldier, even if he was just an arbitrator. If he was shaping up to be the group's informal leader, she'd happily let him. Never did like being the one calling the shots anyway.
As the group fuss with the microbead it chirps twice before a ghostly voice faintly asks "Number 4, copy? Moving to the Lab. Give us 15"....
Moving down the corridor carefully the team of acolytes can follow the blood trail for maybe 40 feet across the deck plating before reaching an emergency medicae kit and bloodstained scraps of field dressing littering the floor and the trail stops. The Sector you're in is composed mainly of nutrient recycling, waste disposal and water circulation/ desalination areas...
Recognizing the helmet and armour the adept is using as what his mother used to use in analyzing crime scenes, he turns to him. "Any chance you can use that fancy helmet of yours to figure out what way they went?" he switches to his microbead "Lieutenant Solarii, where and what are the labs in this area?" he demands.
"I can try..." responds Lorenzo to Praetus.
"I'm not much of a tracker, but I can try to pick them up on the infra-red heads-up. Still, I don't believe that should rely on technical tricks too much."
With that, he turns a dial on his wrist unit, his photovisor then overlaying his standard display with a digital representation of heat signatures.
He could also see their scent, the various chemicals in the air being represented visually as transparent blue clouds of varying shades, but never gaining in opacity.
"The higher functions of this equipment will require that I receive more training, I'm afraid, but I'll see what I can do, Acolyte Praetus."
Unfortunately, there is too much information for the adept to process.
"I'm sorry, but this is more suited to fine-detail murder investigations, for the most part. We will have to use our Emperor given talents, for the most part, I'm afraid."
Tech Use TN 60 (1d100)
Awareness TN 47 (without bonuses from gear) (1d100)
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The faint crackle of Lt Solarii's voice sounds in the acolytes ears... "The only labs are adjacent to the sewage reclamation secodary centre". The voice pauses, still stern and dissaproving, "Advance 2 sections and then look for an access hatch on your port"...
"Roger that. What kind of labs are we looking at? Are they related to sewage reclamation or something more violate?" Praetus asks over his micro-bead as he hustles onward, leading the acolytes in the direction that the Lt. indicated.
Lor was silent as usual, watching the others work. The quick work that Lilitas had made of the would-be assassin was nice, but the situation hadn't gotten any better. Of course, the group was hyper-focused on finding xenos-cultists ... one thing he had learned was that if you looked hard enough for something, you eventually found it in everything you saw. Tapping Praetus on the shoulder before they started walking, he whispered off the bead, Two things. First, not everyone who runs from a security check is an alien - guilt comes in all types. Second, if I'm attacking a village, I'd poison the water well ... might want to shut down the water circ in this area."
Moving back to the others, he nodded to Lilitas. "Nice shooting, Lil." Pausing, he looked over at the adept. "You, too, P2."
Following the group, he kept his eyes roving, check their flank often.
Awareness (TN 34, 44 vs sight): (1d100). If the others lose the trail, then Track (TN 31): (1d100)
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Praetus doesn't feel the shoulder taps through his thick armour, but hears the whispers nevertheless. "Good call Lor. Let's try to take one alive to find out why they ran." Turning his mico-bead back on, he voxes the assassin's advice back to the Lt. "Lieutenant, they may be trying to taint the ship's water. Recommend that if possible the systems in this area be cut off from the rest of the ship."