40K/Inquisitor RPG. The Line of Damnation.

GeneralTacticus · Post by **GeneralTacticus** » 2004-11-22 08:18pm

Adivan pondered the message that had mysteriously shown up in his wuarters. 'Hmmm... a docking bay... strange place to request a meeting. Caution will be required...'

A few minutes later, having donned his power armour and checked the seals, he ran through a checklist of equipment.

'Combiweapon... check.
"Power sword... check.
"Hellfire clips... check.
"Grenades... check.
"Meltabombs... check.
"Laspistol... check.
"Knife... check.'

With that, he headed for the docking bay, taking a slight detour to collect some EVA gear from the armoury. Upon arriving at the door, he stopped, and reached out to see what the next few minutes might hold.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2004-11-22 09:02pm

"You will not be accompanying the regiment down to the planet just yet, Commissar," Colonel Lattery said, his blank expression concealing what Prius was sure to be relief and satisfaction. He knew well that the colonel, like many officers of the Guard, resented the oversight of the Commissariat.

"And why is this?" Prius asked.

"Your presence is required on the Star Fort, some sort of classified business, I'm certain," the colonel said, a slight air of disdain in his voice.

"I see. The orders?" The colonel turned a clipboard around, a printout bearing the mark of the ship's astropath, along with an extremely terse order dispatching him to the station ASAP.

"I will be taking troopers Michaelson and Franner with me," he informed the colonel. His bodyguards, their loyalty purchased with the threat of dire fates for their families back on Borea should an ill fate befall him. Franner had saved his life last week, when he had been ambushed in one of the labrythine corridors of the transport.

"I assumed as much. Best of luck, commissar," the colonel said.

"There is no luck, there is only the will of the Emperor," Prius reminded him, turning on his heel to depart.

Brother-Captain Gaius · Post by **Brother-Captain Gaius** » 2004-11-22 10:16pm

"What now Zag?" Riff impatiently asked.

"Looks like we wait. Orders weren't very specific," the lieutenant replied. "Kneedr, take Vorgrun and see what there is to see. I got a funny feeling about this station."

"On it, sir." The rebellious marksman whapped Vorgrun on the back of his helmet and set out for an exit of the bay.

Zag sighed and turned to Riff and Greshn. "I don't like this. Where are the damn dataslate jockeys?" He grit his teeth and turned to keep an eye out for any servitors or personnel that might hastle his unit.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2004-11-22 10:31pm

Jolan lead his retinue onto the dock. Chou walked ahead of them , vanishing into a nearby mass of people. Jolan turned to face his followers.

"Severa, find us a place on a regular run to the planet. Don't throw around too much weight. " He glanced sideways at D'eckor. The big non-com didn't say anything. "Keep in touch by vox. The sergeant and I are going to find a place to stow the bags and then get the lay of this place. Something doesn't feel right."

"Your witch senses?" Severa asked in a low voice.

"Maybe, maybe not. Just keep alert."

"Yes sir."

"Sergeant, let's find us a place to stow those."

D'eckor grinned. "About fuckin time, praise the Emperor."

Captain tycho · Post by **Captain tycho** » 2004-11-22 10:49pm

Jon's squad piled out of the Land Raider into one of the seemingly infinite number of identical skyscrapers. The only difference between this one and the one next to it were the Imperial Guardsmen standing outside the main entrance.

The main entrance lobby was incredibly foul looking, with puddles of human excrement and other vile substances splattered across the floor. Jon thanked the Emperor he was wearing his helmet.

More Guardsmen stood watch in the lobby. One of them stepped briskly up to Jon. "Corporal Degarov, Jormungandr 566th regiment. We've been assigned to patrol this sector. Your company CP is on floor 209." He handed a slim access card to Jon.

"Whats the status here, Corporal?" Jon said through his helmet's external speakers. Degarov made a sour face. Undisciplined, thought Jon. "The heretics themselves are spread all over, and don't do much. However, a few days ago we had a pretty big confrontation in the Kilo-Alpha-109 sector with a few thousand citizens, who were conviently armed with laspistols and some military grade munitions. I heard they got steamrolled by your comrades here. Other than that, extremely quiet except for our extensive searches for the epicenter of this big mess." Jon nodded. "Very well, Corporal. I'll head up to company CP and get my assignment."

Dark Hellion · Post by **Dark Hellion** » 2004-11-23 12:48am

In the darkness Remiel watched, and reaching his out with his mind felt the tension that would settle on this planet. Not long ago had the works of man threatened to topple the Imperium and forever ruin all hope for humanity. Thousands of years and man could not help but repeat its mistakes. First the Arch-Traitor, next the Bloody Heretic who would use the Emperors word for his own power. Now this darkness. Man was hopeless alone.
The immortal blood within him shivered with remembrance. Man could never win if they were left to their own ends. But that was what the Emperor was for, that is what His purpose was. To help them: the lost, the hopeless that couldn't help themselves. And for the thousands of years he had served the Throne Remiel knew this. A son of the Emperor should know. A son would carry on his fathers work.
Awoken from his musings by the sharp stab of a psykers death, Remiel arose. Quitely the Praetorian turned away. The young would not be alone this day. The angels of death would come, the Space Marines. The fallen would come as well. But these did not matter to him. The humans, the frail men who worked and perished and cried tears of blood, they would find that they had an angel for them. Protect the Emperor and protect his work. That was their duty, their oath, and their life. Remiel would never fail his order. The Adeptus Custodaes would protect His work. Or the Universe would perish in flames.
[off topic note Remial is the angel of awakening to a higher power]

Typhonis 1 · Post by **Typhonis 1** » 2004-11-23 02:36am

Nathan walked back to his rented room.He opened the door and walked in planning on consulting the Tarot when he felt it.A prescense something not human in the room.His eyes scanned the room as his hand touched the hilt of his hidden blade.

"Come out and present yourself.Or in the Emperors name I shall send you back to the Warp"

Pcm979 · Post by **Pcm979** » 2004-11-23 03:35am

Pater slipped the vacu-gear on and pulled his primary laspistol out of it's holster just before the cargo bay. He hadn't been able to sense anything malicious with his psychic probing, but that didn't prove anything. He slipped in through the door...

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

The shuttle was cramped, and the sluggish circulation merely wafted the scents of decades or possibly even centuries worth of previous inhabitants through the air. Prius sat along one wall, his left knee against Michaelson's right, who sat opposite him.

He thumbed through his prayer book, finding one of his favorite verses.

"And in their time of despair,
Betrayed by the blackest of treachery,
Warriors of the Emperor did gather,
Giving praise to his name,
Girding themselves in his service.

Die they did, the ten thousand and one martyrs,
But die they did with his name on their lips,
His strength in their hearts,
His fury in their hands."

His lips move silently as he reads along with the book. Michaelson and Franner sat in stony silence, weapons at their sides. Prius closed the book and slid it into the inner pocket of his greatcoat.

If one man among the countless and unfathomable mass of humanity could ask the Emperor a single favor, he would have it be that when his time comes, he dies in battle with the enemy and not at the hands of his own regiment.

Post by **NecronLord** » 2004-11-23 07:14am

With the soft click of a mechadendrite attaching itself to an open socked, Techpriest Usanctori closed his eyes and watched the cargo bay through the many pict-capturers that monitored each area of the colossal station, even though he himself was nowhere near, it was as though he were simply looking down from above. He could see the woman – he identified her in a moment – approaching the man with the vacuum suit and a laspistol.

He silently cursed upon seeing the ‘breathers’. That piece of foresight put a major dampener on his plans to simply send the traitor and her new friends out into space. Never mind. The prepared man always had a backup plan. He cycled up the apparatus in the cargo bay, fortunately, the woman had already been kind enough to start some of the machinery already, to cover what she was about to say against bugging. The two had been rather surprised to see each other, and the woman was trying to defuse the situation. This my dear, will be very hard for you to explain…

Captain Novdalorin was the only one there who apparently wasn’t paranoid about the bay door being opened, and she carried on talking to the two in EVA suits, “It all started about two years ago,” she said, “when the Ministorum around here started breaking with policy. Letting mutants live, debating non-fatal sentences for witchcraft…” She looked up, “’Throne!” she swore, seeing movement. Not just the kind of movement that the pistol almost instantly in her hand could deal with either.

On either side of the entrance, huge crates, easily four meters to a side, were stacked up reaching the roof far above. One of these was now moving, a massive electromagnetic clamp moving it over the door. “Get out of the way!” she screamed as the crate stopped, and the magnet deactivated, sending a large metal crate, full of things she didn’t care to guess about, though later analysis would reveal that it was simple engine parts, plunging toward the floor. And for that matter, the two inquisitors...

GeneralTacticus · Post by **GeneralTacticus** » 2004-11-23 07:44am

As Adivan sprinted away from the falling crate, his mind was in turmoil. Not so much because of the extremely heavy object that someone was trying to drop on him - that was practically mundane - but rather, because he had not known what was happening until the instant before it began falling. 'Why? Is something clouding my vision? This is not good.'

Nonetheless, the powered-armoured Inquisitor was well away by the time the crate smashed into the ground with an impact that must have been felt by half the station. Flicking his power-sword on, he dropped into a crouch and scanned for any further movement, particularly the woman who had requested this meeting. 'She has a lot of explaining to do...'

Brother-Captain Gaius · Post by **Brother-Captain Gaius** » 2004-11-23 08:06am

Kneedr and Vorgrun, after a typically long delay courtesy of the local authorities, walked through the bustling crowds of the station looking somewhat out of place with their carapace armor and hellguns slung over their shoulders.

"Nothing out of the ordinary from what I can tell," remarked the bored corporal, clearly just wanting to get the assignment over with.

"Yes ma'am," replied the younger vox operator. "Perhaps we should check in with the local Administratum officials?"

Kneedr shrugged, barely perceptible beneath the armor. "Meh. Go for it, kid." Vorgrun frowned but set off in search of someone who could give them the scoop on the situation. Lieutenant Zag wouldn't be happy if they came back empty-handed. Corporal Kneedr reluctantly followed him, hoping to be able to sample the local drinks.

Post by **NecronLord** » 2004-11-23 08:11am

The good captain, if she was responsible for the falling crate, was doing a damn good impression of not being responsible. She was, specifically, backpedalling wildly and firing her pistol - solid hollowpoint slugs designed for not damaging ship's equipment, quite unsuitable for this - wildly at one of several large electromagnets moving. This one in particular was coming down over the power armoured inquisitor.

Clearly, the distant assassin was betting the armour was magnetic ((your call.))

Pcm979 · Post by **Pcm979** » 2004-11-23 08:11am

Pater narrowly missed being squashed by the crate. "Damnit," he thought, "There went our exit." He looked up and noticed another crate beginning to drop....

He jumped at the power-suited Inquisitor and managed to push them out of the way.

Rogue 11 · Post by **Rogue 11** » 2004-11-23 08:19am

"Are you fucking out of your mind?!" Kri'San yelled right up in the face of Ui'Ni'Kuash

"Surely your troops can handle the job. It's a simple Smash and Run."

"Assassination you mean. I might be able to handle that specific group, but incase you didn't notice they might have a neon sign saying 'Inquisitor' over them. Now we can sneak around doing jobs in parts of the imperium, but if we kill an inquisitor you can just forget ever getting back home. Not to mention the fact that as inquisitors they always got more tricks up their sleave than you have. Plus possible a chapter of space marines hiding by acting as local boxing champions legue."

"Then what do you plan to do then?" Her disdain was obvious. Despite their theoretical equal ranks by virtue of being Shas his orders automatically overrode hers on this op.

"What I plan to do is to make sure the Inquisitors don't look at us even remotely like we have anything to do with what happens here."

"And how do you plan to do that? Come to their aid in the inevitable ambush?" She said sarcastically.

"Hey... Y'know. That is actually a pretty good idea. Most inquisitors will probably be willing to work with us regarding what the hell is going on around here." He raised his voice "Troops gear up for combat and prepare to move out!"

The look on her face was pure mortification.

Post by **NecronLord** » 2004-11-23 08:23am

"A bit of help here?" she asked, releasing the clip of the naval pisol and reaching for her only spare, somewhere inside her coat. Why do I have to get the only two inquisitors in the segmentum who are as useful as the heat shields on a plasma gun?

"Shoot the bloody thing!" she snapped, pointing up at the assorted, quite lethal, machinery as she slammed the next clip into place, glad of the old regulations that demanded frequent weapons drills for all ranks in the navy. The staccatto crack of the gun sounded again as she reached for the comm she knew was somewhere in her coat...

Pcm979 · Post by **Pcm979** » 2004-11-23 08:28am

Pater snapped his Lasgun up and stitched a line of fire across the equipment. "It's doing frag-all!" he yelled.

Post by **NecronLord** » 2004-11-23 08:35am

It wasn't quite certain what happened, but there was a distant sound, like a "Snap-Ziiipppp" and then a crash in the distance. The Captain glanced at the Inquisitor, taking out the comm. She began shouting into it, "Someone's trying to kill me. Bay... ninety three! Get the power off!"

There was a string of curses from the other side, drowend out by the crash of another peice of falling metal. She gripped the nearest crate and looked up instinctively, "well, sound an alarm, frag anyone using the cargo control system!"

Throughout the station, a cool male voice, of varying intensity depending on the quality of the audio equipment, sounded. "Emergency. Cargo control system infiltrated. All personell are to secure all terminals..."

((Right folks. Go. Be heroic, hunt the techpriest. I'll say which of you get him.))

Rogue 11 · Post by **Rogue 11** » 2004-11-23 08:43am

"I can't get this door open!" Tel'Phon called in.

"Uh... Shas'Ui I haven't locate the command center yet, but it appears the room next to this is open to space." Qu'A

"Shit. We should have brought EVA gear. That leaves only one option." Switching his helmet com to imperial frequensies he tried to contact the inquisitors through the door."

"Come in imperials in the cargo bay! This is Shas'Ui Kri'San of the mercenaries Rogue Raiders. We are trying to offer some aid, but are stumped. Where is the command center controlling the docking bay? Do you copy? I repeat...."

If they decided not to just snub him as a xeno that couldn't be trusted he might be able to pull this off. It was looking less and less likely with no response. Incompatible com protocols most likely.

"Damnit! Divide up into pairs and check all terminals you can find with connection to the bay. La'Qu'A upload the locations of all terminals you trace from your feed into it and update continously. The station security is doing jackall, but won't take kindly to us I fear. Don't fire unless fired upon and do whatever you can to avoid getting into a fight in the first place. We are the strangers here. Remember that."

The Tau were on the hunt.

Post by **NecronLord** » 2004-11-23 08:45am

It wasn't the Captain who answered first, nor the Inqisitors, but an officer from the station's control centre... "The system is networked. It's accessible from operations control - we're clean - or terminals outside any of one hundred docking bays..."

Rogue 11 · Post by **Rogue 11** » 2004-11-23 08:48am

"Roger. We'll do whatever we can to get your captain out of there alive."

A little goodwill had never hurt in the past if they found out how to aquire it.

Pcm979 · Post by **Pcm979** » 2004-11-23 08:51am

It was still amusing how many doors the Rosette would open, Sgt. Slate thought, as the officer in charge of the station blanched when Kruger walked into the command chamber. "I'm taking over, commander, effective now. My Interrogator is in there and you will provide my Storm Troopers with any assistance they require. Kruger sharply turned to face Slate and Shaper Mallok. "I want him alive. No consuming him until I've... Seen to him."
Mallok bowed. "As you say." He warbled something unintelligable and the Kroot dashed off, followed by Slate's squad.

Rogue 11 · Post by **Rogue 11** » 2004-11-23 08:57am

Two firewarriors ran across the corridor in intervals one covering hte other while he ran.

They reached one of the unsecured terminals.

"It's inert. Move on to the next one."

"Roger."

They resumed their advance cautious of any ambush.

"It's gotta be here somewhere."

"Probably the one the farthest away from us. It's usually that one simply because of the gods of Irony."

"Shut up Kir'Osh. It stopped being funny three terminals ago."

Pcm979 · Post by **Pcm979** » 2004-11-23 09:04am

Pater gritted his teeth as he leapt out of the way of another crate and came crashing to the floor. Fragging magnetic boots; Emperor damn his over-caution! He tried to stand up, but his boots stuck to the Electromagnetic device and he was unceromoniously pulled into the air, hanging upside down. He tried to reach for his boot buckles, but he couldn't quite manage it. "Hah. "Interrogator Novum: Killed in the line of duty because he didn't do enough upper-body excercises." That'll look great on my gravestone." He thought.

Post by **NecronLord** » 2004-11-23 09:13am

The Techpriest laughed manically as he ensnared his target. Shaking the magnet from side to side, he began banging the interrogator against crates on either side. This was surprisingly amusing. He ducked into an alcove for a moment as a squad of naval armsmen rounded the corner...

"Destroy..." he said, and with a whirr, the combat servitor perched nearby opened fire, laser beams and plasma blasts burning them to cinders. Damn. I'll have to move now... he thought. But first...

He winched the magnet a good ten feet up. There was a ledge near Pater's hand now, that he would surely grab on to before loosing the chance...

The mechadendrite disconnected, and the renegade techpriest scuttled away from terminal eight two. At the same instant, the power to the magnet cut out...