40K/Inquisitor RPG. The Line of Damnation.

Post by **NecronLord** » 2004-11-21 09:16am

ca. 467.M36

The arch-heretic Vandire has been executed. Sebastian Thor has been installed as Ecclesiarch, and the Inquistion's newly founded Ordo Hereticus sweeps the Imperium's colossal volume for any hint of those following his ways. On the world known as Cyrus Gamma, the Ordo has discovered the most vile of heresies. An artifact predating even the Dark Age, or as it is known to the Adeptus Mechanicus, the Golden Age of technology has usurped the cult of the Emperor. Over weeks of investigation, it has been determined that the artefact is an unholy relic of the Ruinous Powers of chaos. The Hereticus Inquisitors have disappeared, and now, the fearsome Grey Knights, Chamber Militant of the Ordo Malleus, have arrived to deal with the threat...

"Brother Captain!" shouted a voice over the comms network, "we have secured the objective chamber. But there's something else here..."

Brother Captain Maranon sprinted up the ruined and shattered steps of the desecrated cathedral, his Nemesis Force Lance whirling and decapitating a frothing monstrosity of a demon as he went. Cresting the ridge of ruined stone that led into the nave, he looked out towards the altar, where once holy relics had stood before a vast statue of the Emperor. Space Marines knew no fear, but at that moment, he was pretty certain that he could imagine knowing it.

The purgation squad that had been too far ahead were strewn around, splinted and broken power armour and blood ran feely everywhere. What had once been skeletons underneath all their genetic and technological augmentations still moved, fluidly, twitching in agony and making mocking signs of the eagle across their burning chests, bowing low in mock obeisance to the figure towering over them. The figures slowly melted, their reinforced bones bubbling and hissing under the gaze of the titanic perversion that dominated the great space. Maranon shuddered in disgust as he realised that this demon had perverted the image of the Holy God Emperor.

It was a great figure, upon pinions of flame spread wall to wall in the chamber, stone flowing like water around its every move, its jet black skin hissing for no discernable reason. It turned its gaze from the former Grey Knights to Maranon, and laughed, an earthquake shook the floor as it did, and the nearby humans from the planetary defence force, already insane and being butchered mercilessly by the hordes of lesser entities died instantly, blood in their veins crystallising, their bodies shattering into millions of pieces. In the distance, the endless thud of Basilisk artillery increased a pace, as those too far from the demon's influence began to realise the true desperation of their situation. The entire world at the very least hung in the balance.

"In the Name of the Emperor," Maranon cried, voice horse, hands gripping the shaft of his nemesis spear tightly, some liquid flowing down his own throat - he realised it was his very own blood - "I command you back to the Abyss."

The laughter again, his vision was clouded by a torrent of blood seeping from under his eyelids. He began chanting. A normal man would have doubted, fled, died, but there was no room for doubt in a Grey Knight's soul. High gothic incantations flew from his lips, and he looked around, knowing that fighting this monstrous being would not even delay it. There must be a way to smite this abomination. Emperor, guide thy servant in this his hour of need, and let him serve you as...

Another thud of artillery, and the stonework beneath him gave way, plunging him to the ground. Only the stout Terminator Armour he wore saved him from brutal impalement on a spike that oozed mucus onto the floor. The looming demon, titan sized at least, moved towards him, its foot looming towards the Grey Knight. Suddenly, there it was, a clear shot at the altar. In that moment he knew what must be done, and rolled to the left. There, shining in a pillar of light from a hole in the great cathedral's ceiling was Brother Adaruss's psycannon. Levelling it at the blackened and warped altar, he fired.

The demon hissed as the bolts, imbued with the Emperor's psychic essence flew true to their mark. Suddenly it was gone. The corrupted statue of the Emperor exploded, and Brother Captain Maranon, formerly of the Grey Knights marines, died, crushed under hundreds of tons of corrupted rock. His remains would be interred on Titan, resting place of the greatest unsung heroes of the Imperium, the Grey Knights.

Of the altar that had been the source of the demon’s power, nothing was found but scorch marks around where it had lain.

ca. 953.M41

Inquisitors,

It has come to my attention that the world of Adraxis, has become the source of an increasing number of heretical cults, spreading throughout the sub-sector. While suppression activities are continuing onward at a pace that pleases me, we have thus decided that you, the current inquisitors in the sub-sector who are not actively engaged in Inquisitions are to journey to that hive-world and investigate the ongoing cultist activities, in the hope of extinguishing them at the source.

Lord Inquisitor Vonrilyental, Ordo Hereticus, Nova Sector, Ultima Segmentum.

Typhonis 1 · Post by **Typhonis 1** » 2004-11-22 03:25am

Nathan Talstrem walked along the corridors of the Star Fort .Schooling his thoughts as he madfe plans to get to the planet the brother Inquisitor had requested he investigate.

He had cast the Tarot earlier and made haste ...now all that stood between him and the planet was custms ....tough if worse came to worse he had the authority to go throught it with no trouble but that went contrary to how he prefrered to operate.

Pcm979 · Post by **Pcm979** » 2004-11-22 04:00am

Inquisitor Kruger's incense candles flickered as the station's docking clamps attached to the Stellar Concord. His apprentice's voice flickered over the shipwide Vox. "Attention all hands, we have docked with the Star Fort. Sgt. Slate, I expect your troopers to be assembled in the receptorum in 5 minutes. Shaper; Please make sure the Kroothounds are quiet, if that's at all possible. You are free to explore the alien sector as long as you keep within Vox range at all times and return to the ship before the night-cycle commences. Bridge out."

Rogue 11 · Post by **Rogue 11** » 2004-11-22 04:03am

"Hey Xeno scum we don't want your kind here!"

La'Nia'ga's head spun around with a face that made the Fellow Tau next to her take a step backwards. But the large fellow facing her had no idea just how pissed off the firewarrior was.

"Willing to repeat that after I rip out your spine and shove it up your ass."

Someone had gotten a little creative when they taught these troopers low gothic.

"Bring it on Blueface scu.. *oof*" What he was going to say was cut off when hooves met his stomach and knocked the breath out of him. Followed by an uppercut the man was knocked out cold.

"Ui'Kri'San gave us strict orders to stay out of trouble Nia'Ga." La'Tel'Phon commented while he was carrying the handful of grenades they had procured black in an insconspicious box.

"I stayed away from trouble. It just didn't stay away from me. He was picking a fight and you know it."

"Hey leave the exuses for the Shas'Ui or Por'Ui. I'm merely stating the obvious."

How these... Unusual Tau mercenaries had gotten on the station was an issue inquisitors would leave a trail of executions for crimes behind if they bothered to look into it.

With the current chaos that wouldn't be anytime soon.

Post by **NecronLord** » 2004-11-22 04:23am

OOC: Time to pick on the Tau. Mwhaha.

As the two Tau were on their way back to their ship, they might have noticed that things were rapidly getting quieter in the corridors. The Gue’la they passed seemed to get out of their way at a fair clip, glancing in their direction and looking worried.

Eventually, in a part of the corridor with several packing crates stacked in it, the reason for this became apparent. “Nice Xenos,” someone said, and out of the darkness stepped several figures in long red robes, sporting all manner of stubbers and autoguns, all of course, pointed in the direction of the firewarriors.

“I’m afraid,” said one of the Gue’la, brandishing a laspistol, aimed roughly at La'Tel'Phon's head, “that we’re going to have to ask you to be so kind as to give us your weapons. Tax 'n' all…”

Rogue 11 · Post by **Rogue 11** » 2004-11-22 04:46am

With a glance Tel'Phon cut off his comrade in arm's nasty reply.

"You are aware that touching these weapons not sanctified by your machine god will lead to instant corruption for your species. Or so I'm told atleast."

The laugh from the las pistol holding Gue'la proved that they didn't care.

"Tax evasion is a lethal offense in these parts. So hand over the weapons and nobody will get hurt."

"All right all right... Don't lose your patience." Carefully Nia'Ga dropped the carabine to her shoulder and started dropping the spare clips to the floor. With Tel'Phon looking at her as if she was crazy she pulled out a spare photon grenade. That is when a flick of her tumb triggered it and dropped it straight to the floor.

The gunmen weren't proffessional soldiers. And a grenade was enough to break them. Throwing themselves headlong towards the closest cover they ignored the two Tau. Fatal mistake.

"Die disgusting pinkies!" Nia'Ga screamed as she pulled up her Carabine and sprayed them with fire.

Following suit Tel'Phon poured fire into another group. They had known the weapons were better, but the sheer lethality of the two pulse weapons was unexpected and what cover was availible might as well not be there as the immensely powerful blasts blew straight through them.

A handful of them returned fire as the Tau dropped low.

Nia'Gas defect grenade had scared the shit out of them, but they were recovering. Most of the Autogun fire passed high, but a scream told Tel'Phon that Nia'Ga was hit even if his readouts said it wasn't lethal.

"This is La'Tel'Phon to any Tau nearby. We were ambushed and are pinned. Need immediate backup."

"Hang on. We're almost in position. Just give us a few more seconds."

Gritting his teeth he blew another Gue'La backwards in a blue blast where his rifle basically removed the pink being's torso.

That is when he heard what had to be the sweetest sound he had heard in his entire stay on the station as a collection of blue muzzle flashes from behind the ambushers told the tell tale story of relief.

His relief was short lived when he realized just how pissed the Shas'Ui was going to be at the two Shas'Las getting into this type of trouble....

Brother-Captain Gaius · Post by **Brother-Captain Gaius** » 2004-11-22 04:49am

"Why we always gettin' fucked with Zag? Can't we get one of those fuckin' Astartes ships or some shit?" Riff was just venting, of course. He didn't like getting pushed around by anyone, especially non-Catachans, and he made sure everyone around him knew it.

Lieutenant Zaggridson said nothing, by now quite used to Riff's complaints. It was bad enough his "Wereraptors" squad was sent packing again, right after cleaning up that mess on Vigstaan III, but no one had given an inkling of what they were doing now other than the usual heresy speech by his superiors. That usually meant, "This is another suicide mission but it's too dangerous to tell you anything, good luck!" Zag's musings were interupted when Vorgrun burst into his cramped quarters.

"Sir," he began, "We're here. Some station, Ass Nowhere Segmentum." Zag grunted acknowledgement and replied, "Get your gear and get ready. Riff, get everyone assembled outside the ship. Time to see what they're screwing us over with this time..."

Post by **The Yosemite Bear** » 2004-11-22 04:54am

The Mon-keigh had been travveling through "The Grail of Eyasha's Sarrow" the monsters trapped there by his ancestors during the great fall had been surrounded by runes that clearly warned any to stay as far away from the planet as possible. What was the defect with the mon-keigh if an anchient tomb clearly says "Do not open under threat of insanity, and the most awful form of Death" then don't go there!

still preparing for the webway journey with holofields and other skill the reconnessance of the planet should be occumplished without them ever knowing that he was there.

Pcm979 · Post by **Pcm979** » 2004-11-22 05:19am

Pater Novum checked himself in the reflective surface of the bridge window. Rosette.. Check. Ceremonial lasgun, holstered for easy access and intimidation.. Check. Hidden Lasgun strapped to the back of his belt for when he really needed it.. Check. Force Staff.. Check. Environmental cloak with anti-las weaving... Check. Talisman designed to block Psychic attacks.. Oh, hell. Where did he put it? He rummaged on the copilot's seat. Ah. Underneath the docking manifest. He glanced at it in passing, then stopped and gave it a much harder look. He then whistled. It looked like every Inquisitor in the Segmentum was converging on this tiny planet; The problem must be bigger than he thought.

GeneralTacticus · Post by **GeneralTacticus** » 2004-11-22 05:52am

Ordo Malleus Inquisitor Raul Adivan heaved a sigh of relief as he stepped off the ship and onto the station proper. The past few weeks of transit had been distinctly uncomfortable; other than the tramp freighter he had just left, the backwater world he'd been on had not had a single warp-capable transport coming for another month, so it had been discomfort or wait. After a day or so of discomfort, Adivan had been fairly sure waiting would have been preferable, but he didn't really have a choice in the matter. Besides, he had arrived, and that was the important thing. After absent-mindedly patting all the pockets he kept his weapons in and checking that all his luggage had been offloaded, Adivan headed off for his assigned quarters on the station.

Post by **NecronLord** » 2004-11-22 05:59am

“Godsdamnit!” screamed the magus, rampaging around the station’s quarters, “I send them to get two fething alien weapons. Just two. And they get themselves killed. Utterly pathetic!”
The tall woman in the military uniform nodded, “Quite so.”
“Why don’t you send your armsmen after them, captain?” the Magus snarled, hissing slightly. From this close, the captain could tell that the tongue wasn’t entirely normal. She tried to suppress a shudder of disgust.
“You know the orders. Tolerate the non-humans. Profit before purity,” she said, her lips curling downward at the thought.
“He’s a complete ‘heretic’!” the magus snapped, infuriated.

“Perhaps,” replied the Captain, “but I know better than to mess with his hold on the local ecclesiarchy. And so should you.”
The Magus hissed, and turned, heading out. What was the galaxy coming to when a servant of the True Gods found himself only marginally more ‘heretical’ than the local imperial military? The depth of corruption made him proud of what his master had accomplished.

Post by **NecronLord** » 2004-11-22 06:25am

“Inquisitor. I believe you are looking for the source of heresy on this planet. I think I can help. You are in great danger, we all are. I shall be in cargo bay ninety-three at ten thirty ship’s time. Come alone.”

The message carried the seal of a member of the Imperial Navy. Who, and why were mysteries to all who received it, Raul Adivan and Pater Novum to be precise.

The cargo bay indicated was a huge and cavernous space, with colossal packing crates everywhere. As far as could be told to a stranger aboard the station, there were only two entrances. The first was into the depths of the ship. A keypad guarded the door, but any number of Inquisitorial lock picks would get past that. The other entrance was a massive door that opened into space. That could only be activated from the operations room of the Star Fort. A perfect place for an ambush, any inquisitors instincts would scream for caution…

Post by **The Yosemite Bear** » 2004-11-22 07:04am

turning the web key,Cait entered the darknessof a disused corridore of the mon-keigh's space station. the holofields and camoline rendered him all but invisible, just a shift of light seen if one looked directly at him while he moved. Something was not right, within the area around The Grail of Eaysha's Sorrow, this was once a stronghold for the segment of his race that had served when so many had been consumed. Ardaxis was the Mon-Keigh's name for the planet, but the craftworlds had once beaten them back and imprisoned their abonimations. now new abonimations traveled about. The symetry of it all was an ironic joke, a circle within circles was completing, one could not help but see the mirth to the situation.

The lesser races did not know that now death stalked the corridores of the station, death in the service of the Laughing God.

Rogue 11 · Post by **Rogue 11** » 2004-11-22 07:51am

"What the hell did you think you were doing back there? There are such a thing as overwhelming odds Shas'La." Kri'San was dressing down Nia'Ga and Tel'Phon as expected though Nia'Ga was pulling most of the heat.

"Sir. It was unavoidable. I only made sure to get the first shot." Nia'Ga said face showing her fighting against crying out in pain as Kir'Osh was fixing up her arm as best he could."

"You know standing orders incase we are cornered. Stall for time call for reinforcements. Not attack them like rabid kroot." Somehow the calm tone made the words sting all that much more.

"Yes sir." Anger ran as an undertone to her words

"Good. Now next time follow orders or I'll send you back to the enclave in a crate. Do you understand me Shas'la?"

"Yes sir." This time a lot more meekly.

He turned away from the Firewarriors in question and walked to the other end of the bay with their dropship where Si'Kan was waiting.

"You were a little hard on them. They didn't do that badly you know."

"I know they did well and under normal circumstances would be commended. Even so... This station is hardly normal."

"Agreed. This station... Just feels wrong. There is no other way to put it."

"Whatever it is I don't have to be paid much to be convinced to do something about it. I'd rather deal with the imperium an enemy I can see than this... this... Evil that is consuming this place."

Evil was a harsh word for a Tau. Even one from the farsight enclave that had broken away from the main Empire. He was born and raised away from the Tau empire, but even so their entire culture was slow to see anything as evil.

Si'Kan nodded harshly. This was not something he was willing to argue with his commander and friend over.

"Who did you send to escort Ui'Ni'Kuash anyway in my absense here?"

"Kal'El and Du'Mas. They should atleast keep her alive."

"Good choice. If she can find a work for us we can finally get off this station."

"The sooner the better."

consequences · Post by **consequences** » 2004-11-22 11:35am

Skorn was rapidly losing patience with this gangly moron, and was having to restrain himself from pulling his axe and bringing the git down to eye level.

"Listen, shortarse, you don't have any choice. Your kind are restricted to the Xenos sector, and you are going to have to hand over all of that clearly contraband equipment. Am I making myself clear, lawn ornament?"

A cold voice came from behind him "Quite clear, you no longer wish to live".

As the security man spun around to confront the interloper, he stopped dead as he saw the barrel of the needle pistol, and the Officio Assassinorum document in the other hand.

The voice continuied "If you delay us by even a minute more, it will be more efficient to shoot you and fill out the required paperwork, do you understand?" Tha man nodded

"Are you going to respect Skorn's status as a valued an authorised Imperial auxiliary?" The man nodded again "

And to atone for the insult that you have provided to my temple, you would be delighted to provide any assistance within your power, now wouldn't you?" The man frantically nodded again, as a stain appeared on the front of his trousers.

"Good, I despise paperwork. Come on Skorn" with that, the mismatched pair headed down the hallway towards their quarters.

In a gruff voice Skorn remarked "You could have just provided the documentation at the start, you know."

"The man quietly replied "But that wouldn't really have provided a distraction, now would it."
With that, conversation ceased until they arrived at their quarters, in side of which was a simple note, detailing a time and location on board the station.

"stay here until I return"

"Fine, longshanks, just remember, if I don't kill anything worthwhile in two weeks, I'm gone, that was the deal."

"That shouldn't be a problem" Chapel replied as he headed out the door.

Typhonis 1 · Post by **Typhonis 1** » 2004-11-22 12:04pm

Nathan watched as the stations commanding officer passed him by .He noted she was tired ,in a mental sense and sympathised with her.

He raised an eyebrow at the Tau warriors he saw but didnt investigate them.That was for the local arbites to do . His job was to investigate the planet below and possibly meet with the Captain ,in secret ,to see what she possibly knew.

He felt his precognition give a warning and looked over his shoulder to see said Navy Captain looking at him .He turned and left .

'Emperors blessing....welll iIf worse comes to worse....don`t want to reveal myself just yet.'

He made his way back slowly as he inspected the wares in a few booths.

Captain tycho · Post by **Captain tycho** » 2004-11-22 12:09pm

"1st Squad, sound off!" Sergeant Jon Mikalen barked into his helment vox-set. He listened to the staccato of replies, then grunted affirmatively. The shuttle carrying his squad down to Adraxis buffeted harshly, rattling crates packed full of bolter ammo and grenades. Jon Mikalen's helmet speakers crackled. "Sergeant, we're setting down in T-minus 30 seconds. Release the vehicle clamps." Mikalen again gave a short affirmative grunt, then yanked on the release yoke, causing the clamps anchoring the Land Raider to pop off in quick succesion. A few seconds later, Mikalen felt the shuttle decelerate, then collide rather noisily with the ground. "Ramp open, Sergeant!"
Mikalen shoved his foot up against the accelerator, and the familiar rumble of the Land Raider's engine greeted him. "Package delivered, Sergeant. We're getting out of here."The ground rumbled as the thrusters of the shuttle strained to heave itself into the air. Dialing in a remote visual connection with the Land Raider's sensors, Mikalen had a quick peek around his LZ. Huge steel buildings caged the Land Raider inside a narrow boulevard, which led south as far as the eye could see.
No people strolling about. No blaring advertisements. Quite odd.
"Ok squad, we'll head down to company CP, see what this is all about then." Revving the engine, he headed down the boulvevard.

Tasoth · Post by **Tasoth** » 2004-11-22 02:07pm

Miles stepped from the dock opening, his squad filing out behind him, opening up into a wedge formation. They stood at the ready, their eyes sliding over everything in view, they're fingers only held off the triggers. Even though they appeared dressed for a ride in the countryside, their very poise said that they would twist your head ninety degrees, rip it off, wear it as a codpiece as they shit down your neck, replace it, skull fuck the eye sockets until the brains are jelly then follow you into hell to do it one more time.

"Luiston, Front and Center!" The Corporal made his way to his CO with little delay at his bark.

"Sir!" He saluted smartly. Miles was very proud at how his squad turned out.

"Take your fire team and find a place to hole up. The Boys and I are going to find a way down to the planet."

"Sir, yes, sir!" the Corporal was already signalling his fireteam forward before he was through turning. Good kid, thought Miles,Hope I can keep him.

"Alright you sqauts! Lets move out!" And so the search begins.

Captain tycho · Post by **Captain tycho** » 2004-11-22 02:42pm

Adraxis, Jon Mikalen remarked silently, seemed the be the perfect breeding ground for heretics. An extremely large population, coupled with the inability of the Imperium to properly police such a place made it a more than ideal spawning ground for Chaos. At the very thought of heresy, Mikalen's fists tightened. A wordless prayer escaped his lips. They will soon feel the might of the righteous Emperor, the traitorous scum. In the passenger compartment of the Land Raider, the Marines' only thoughs were that of retribution, of revenge, and of unswavering thrist to quell this heresy. So complete was their indoctrination and so iron was their disicipline, death was only seen as an obstacle. All of them, save for Trooper Numantius, had served with Sergeant Mikalen for decades, and they had complete faith in his ability to lead and to fight. It would only be a matter of time before this heresy was crushed. There was no doubt they would succeed.

The Land Raider continued rolling down the numberless streets of Adraxis, the monotony of the buildings on all sides broken only by the occasional defaced religious shrine. Company CP was only another dozen kilometers away, in a pacified sector of the city. Jon had recieved combat reports from the CP, informing him of possible hostiles in this sector. He also inquired company CP of the lack of citizens on the streets; the Marine he had spoken with said they had fled after fighting broke out, like spineless cowards, and were holed up in their apartments. Jon had seen it before, on countless worlds. Crack! The interior of the Land Raider vibrated from the impact of some sort of munition. Damage control alerted him to no damage, and had already calculated the route the muntion had taken. A moment later, he heard the sharp scream of the lascannons opening fire, and Trooper Manolius let out a triumphant shout. "Enemy down, sir!
Target was a civilian-vehicle refit. No survivors detected." Jon smiled under his helment. Their first kill. "Well done, Trooper Manolius. Let us hope more of them will be foolish enough to attack."

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2004-11-22 04:40pm

Jolan rocked in his seat as the launch shuttered against the docking corridor. Severa Valen stood unwaivering on her feet, retaining balance through long experience. Sergeant D'eckor reached down to the heavy bags by his feet, but did not stand. The veteran understood hurry up and wait.

A moment latter the heavy door began to cycle. A blast of stale air accomplanied the the tube and the boarding party. A bored looking ensign with two black armoured members of naval security following behind. His eyes locked with Lieutenent Valen, who was half a head taller. Then he noticed her security insignia. He saluted.

Valen returned his the salute and handed him a sheaf of transport papers. "You'll find everything in order," she said.

The ensign glanced at them. "Of course, sir. You and your party can uh . . .go about your business." He spun about to leave.

"My papers ensign," Severa said softly.

"Of course, sir. Sorry, sir." The ensign then waited.

"That will be all." The boarding party exited quickly. She turned to Gix. "Why did you make me fill out all that paperwork?"

"Inquisitors get noticed. Naval security is part of everyday life. This whole situation reeks of a potential ambush. We don't have enough advantages to discard secrecy. Let's go in and look around."

"Jolan, this is a star fort. Did you look out the view port when we approached it? Do you have any idea of the size of this complex?" D'eckor snickered.

"Yes. Hethor, you and Severa with me. Ajan-"

"Do what I do best. Got it boss. I'll get you the skinny on what's going down." The lithe man was already moving into the docking tube.

"Lets try to maintain a low profile for as long as we can," said Gix. Hethor snkickered again, tried to hold it, and then burst out laughing.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2004-11-22 05:41pm

"These men are scum, make no mistake of it. Likely most of them will try to desert at the first given opportunity, and the rest will take every chance to dip into black marketeering. This will be a difficult assignment, commissar, but I have every faith that you will acquit yourself well." the senior commissar had told him upon taking the assignment.

Now, thirty-six days later, the full weight of the assignment was bearing down on him.

"Trooper McClosky, out of uniform," he stated, reading from the list. "Twenty lashes. Troopers Kaneth and Shiro, consumption of intoxicants and distribution of same, 60 lashes each. Sergeant Vannick, dereliction of duty..." he looked up at the man, shackled at the end of the line. "Execution by firing squad to be carried out at the conclusion of this session."

Vannick slumped in his seat. Given his head in the matter, commissar Prius Ristani would have executed the whole wretched lot. But he had the delicate task of maintaining this regiment's combat viability while keeping order.

Twice now he had already been targeted for assassination attempts by disgruntled members of the unit, the bandage on his neck and shoulder a souveneir of the last attempt.

At least they would be deploying planetside soon, on this... Cyrus Gamma. Briefing to be received on-planet... Prius didn't know whether to be suspicious or relieved by this fact.

"That will be all. Sentences will be carried out now," he announced. After this lot of summary punishments were taken care of, they would be herding the Guardsmen into the landers and preparing to make planetfall.

Post by **The Yosemite Bear** » 2004-11-22 05:52pm

Cait was soon realizing that the job was getting much more difficult then anyone had imagined, go down to the former stronghold of the fallen, determine which markers had been disturbed, report back. Of course the stones in the black liberary had impressions of "The Grail of Eaysha's Sarrow" the problem now was quite simply that no childe of Khaine or Eldarnosh had set foot on the planet in eons, the rune markers, and webway gates were now covered over in teir, upon teir of identical dwellings.

It was time to retreat to the webway, and consult the stones, surely there were concealed base camps on the surface from the time when Eldar fought Eldar on the planet below. As he was travelling back to a location where he could safely activate his key to the webway he sensed something new, the presence of another webkey. purhaps there was another of his species there, he had seen members of the "young race" traveling about, this angle needed to be investigated. fate and the laughing god were definatly pushing him in interesting directions, and if the key was owned by one of the fallen, then it would make for an humorous end to his mission none the less.

Black Admiral · Post by **Black Admiral** » 2004-11-22 05:54pm

Stepping off the shuttle, Keita nodded to the pilot from the Emperor's Grace, the Overlord-class battlecruiser that had ferried him here from the Segmentum Obscurus.

Captain Tabren was an old associate, and had been quite happy to play chaffeur to his friend Arian the Inquisitor. The Grace and her escorts would remain, conducting exercises in the inner biosphere while Keita carried on with his mission.

Following behind him were the other three members of his staff not remaining on the Grace. The only one of them who looked uncomfortable was young Myles, who was muttering repeated devotions to the weapons' spirits.

"Myles, what exactly is the problem?" Keita asked, keeping one hand on his inferno pistol. It never hurt to be careful.

"The problem," Myles replied testily, "is that we're about to go into a den of heresy and you aren't allowing me to take a detachment of stormtroops to cleanse it."

Keita sighed. Myles was very useful in the arenas of study and research, but far too puritanical for his own good.

"The reason that I'm not doing that, much as I would like to," he explained, "is that a corps or so of Malleus Stormtroopers, which is what it would take to purge this place, is eminently noticeable, and I prefer to be subtle. Now..."

He showed the Naval security officer his Inquisitorial rosette, and as soon as the retinue was out of sight in the crowds, he gently caused the man to forget their faces.

Raxmei · Post by **Raxmei** » 2004-11-22 06:51pm

"All equipment packed and ready for transport, master, including the servitors," said Tech Adept Foren Tysor, "We can make planetfall ont he next ferry." He and his commander had been sent to this world to look into unusual activities on the planet. A Logis with interest Imperial activities had noted a number of blips corresponding to possible Inquisition activity, but the cross-reference with heretical activity in the area showed it was insufficient to justify that big a response. There already was an overt action to suppress the cults, but he believed something else was afoot, Inquisitors moving in to do something else with the greater action as cover. Other anomalous activity pointed to possible lost technology which had somehow been missed by the Imperial settlers.

Vorus nodded, "Good, good. I have a search pattern and a list of suspious persons to look out for. Don't forget the cover story. We are supposedly here investigating insidious acts of sabotage. If that brings us to the same places as the Inquisition it is only to be expected and certainly not by design." While the techpriest was talking his mechadendrites swawyed lazily, his refractor field which he habitually kept activated to show off periodically flickered, and a floating skull circled around his head - in short, he looked like a normal techpriest.

The Adeptus Mechanicus considered itself not as an organ of the Imperium of Man, but rather as a close associate. As both a cause and effect of that, the Machine Cult had a well-known rivalry with the Ecclesiarchy, and a much more obscure disliking of the Inquisition. The Inquisition had a long history of suppressing alien and heretical technologies, which the Adeptus Mechanicus saw as its job. At least most of them were smart enough to stay off the Forge Worlds.

Vorus had had a bad experience once with one of the sort who dealt with aliens. He didn't know what the foul Hrud beasts were building in that shadowed underhive, and never would know. They all were exterminated as they well deserved, and that monstrous artifact that they had constructed was destroyed when it should have been locked away in the vaults of Triplex Phall for study. And now, if his dispatch was accurate, they were about to do it again.

Pcm979 · Post by **Pcm979** » 2004-11-22 06:57pm

Once the station officials had turned up and were looking sufficiently worried by all the lasguns pointed not-quite in their direction and the Inquisitorial rosettes, Pater excused himself, procured a set of magnetic boots and a vacu-helmet from the ship's locker and went to Cargo Bay #93.