40K/Inquisitor RPG. The Line of Damnation.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2004-12-15 02:15am

His eyebrow rose. "Inquisitorial... hmm... didn't know there was an inquisitorial presence here. Interesting. As for my presence here..." he waved a hand airily. "We have our own deals with the Adeptus Mechanicus, and this was the best going market for certain items of archaeotech. And then I heard there was some difficulties onboard and had a feeling that perhaps the glorious forces of the Imperium could use a bit of assistance, which I in my small way hoped to provide."

Squeblish Nef? · Post by **Squeblish Nef?** » 2004-12-15 02:20am

Toby gave a feral bellow as the combat stims did their work, and bounded into the fray, his four claws slicing heads, limbs and bodies into chunks.

Peccator shuddered twice, and followed his brother, his six tentacles lashing like vipers, and his neurogauntlets darting like cobras.

Haekl fired a long burst from his neural shredder at the unfortunate cultists who were firing at him.
Those who were cught collapsed, their faces, and minds, completely blank.

The Jackal laughed as the incoming fire bounced ineffectually off his stormshield.
Hefting his power halberd, he gave a shout, and leapt into the middle of a pack of still-drugged cultists.

Rosanthor's psi-scanner peaked, and he began to cut a path towards the Magus, leaving a trail of giblets.

Pcm979 · Post by **Pcm979** » 2004-12-15 02:20am

"Makes sense.
You probably don't know what's up, if you just got here. We're here evicting a Cult, but it seems that they decided to evict us. The Inquisitors seem to think there's some big shit going down. What I know is going down is my troopers."

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2004-12-15 02:24am

He nods solemnly.

Well, if his inquisitors die, he might be a good prospect for hiring,Engelier thought, always on the lookout for new talent.

"No, I had no idea that all this unpleasantness was taking place. Nothing personal, but if I had, I would've found another place to sell my merchandise. Ignorance is bliss, I suppose, and as the Emperor wills and so on."

He started down the corridor, the extended commbead in his ear directly set to the channel for his auspex operator. When they were close, he'd be the first to know.

Squeblish Nef? · Post by **Squeblish Nef?** » 2004-12-15 02:25am

The Jackal's halberd began to slow as his mind was clouded with grief.
It clattered to the ground, and he collapsed, whining.

Rosanthor charged at the sorceror, reciting prayers of faith, and fortitude.
The plasma gun on his lighting claw spewed a blast of steaming plasma at the Magus.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2004-12-15 02:26am

Axidus swore. The accursed inquisitor had escaped him. He had lost two battle brothers to the golems and it was for nothing! He checked his auspexes and cogitators. Something was going on in the docking bay. Since the inquisitor had eluded him, there wasn't any better place to be. This whole operation was going down the tubes.

It might be salvagable, but it was best to take precautions. "Voleg. Take the engineerium and be ready to blow this crate. If we are to fall, let us earn the favour of the True Gods by having a feast preceed us."

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2004-12-15 02:28am

Engelier glanced at the kroot, and cleared his throat before speaking in functionally understandable Tau.

"I greet you, Shaper."

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2004-12-15 02:28am

The armour Krell wore was designed to handle working near plasma reactor breaches and raging fires. It was tough and durable. Krell's torso was blasted to ash and the sorcerer fell.

Pcm979 · Post by **Pcm979** » 2004-12-15 02:31am

The Kroot looked surprised. He replied in the same language. "I greet you, Sir. There are not many Humans who know our customs."

Squeblish Nef? · Post by **Squeblish Nef?** » 2004-12-15 02:33am

With a shout of triumph, Rosanthor picked up a cultist, and sliced him into ribbons.

Haekl, noticing its packmate's collapse, screamed out an order to the arco-flagellants, who began to make their way towards the cultists trying to remove the Jackal's helmet.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2004-12-15 02:36am

"I've had occasion to trade with the tau," he says, continuing in that language. "And witness the kroot in battle."

No point in mentioning that they happened to be on the other side of that particular fight, and for the most part he managed to blast them all to the warp. But they had pressed his people harshly before he pulled off one of his textbook 'stupid stunts'. Who knew the damned artifact would be that explosive?

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2004-12-15 02:38am

Kresh replied, "Your will." Behind him what was left Voleg's body still burned with blue fire. The psyker was strong, too strong. Fortunately, a volley of bolts had driven him back and now the cultists would act as a speed bump. He looked over at Stender. They had been battle brothers for a long time. They had looted together, traded favorite slaves to one another, burned worlds, and praised the Warmaster together for so long that he couldn't honestly tell how long. And now it might all come to an end. Best to go out taking your killers with you. He began to stomp towards the engineerium, Stender following in his wake.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2004-12-15 02:45am

A voice crackled through all active channels. Those with powerful vox systems were able to recieve it. "This is Inquisitor Jolan Gix. Our path of advance is blocked by muntineers. Two traitor legionaires are advancing on the engineerium. Anyone who can intercept, take them out."

Pcm979 · Post by **Pcm979** » 2004-12-15 02:47am

"Yet these Kindred you saw are not with you at the moment. I surmise that they are dead, by your hand or anothers. No matter. The strong survive and return to Pech to improve the species. I shall have to return myself, soon. Our numbers are cut in half. Yet I cannot say that the work has been unproductive."

GeneralTacticus · Post by **GeneralTacticus** » 2004-12-15 02:50am

While the rest of the station was busy erupting in Chaos, Adivan - now wearing a procured set of mag-boots over his power armour, and wondering why he'd never had them built in - was pacing the enginarium with his eyes shut. With sensors and communications down all over the station, it was hard to tell precisely what was going on, but some divination and careful listening to short-range communications had given him a good idea. There were, it seemed, more Traitor Marines still on the ship, and they evidently had more support than he had anticipated. When this was over - assuming he was still alive, anyway - he was going to be asking some very pointed questions, and he doubted anyone would enjoy being asked.

In spite of all the carnage elsewhere on the station, though, Adivan knew he could not leave the enginarium. From here, most of the station's internal functions could be controlled - through the brute-force method of power cuts, if nothing else - and someone with technical expertise could destroy the entire Starfort here. Traitor Marines most certainly qualified. And, as far as he knew, there was nobody else available on the station who could hold the enginarium against a determined assault, especially not if the forces of Chaos had any more psykers with them.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open. He felt danger, hard and sharp and cruel, coming this way. At the same instant, he heard Gix's voice over the vox.

"They're coming. Everybody, check your weapons. Cover all the entrances, and don't hesitate to put more shots in to confirm your kill. May the Emperor watch over us all."

With that, his energy blade leapt from his belt to his hand, igniting on the way, and he made sure the safety on his combi-weapon was off. The Naval platoon now holding the infirmary nervously checked the assortment of weapons they carried, mostly collected off the bodies of dead Stormtroopers; they would not be nearly as good with them as the Stormtroopers, but they would serve They had to. If not... then everybody on the station would probably die. Shaking his head against that possibility, Adivan closed his eyes again, seeking a clearer view of the coming battle. He had long ago lost track of how many foes had fallen before him, doomed from the start, the battle itself no more than a formality. Though he knew that Traitor Marines never died easily, he intended to make sure he didn't, either.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2004-12-15 02:50am

Axidus looked at his two surviving battle brothers. His life would not end in failure. He strode through the corridors littered with the dead. Soon he would near the docking bay area and kill whatever forces opposed the Black Legion. Better to burn on a pyre made of your enemies skulls than to fall in disgrace.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2004-12-15 02:51am

"That, my children, is a call to arms! Augustine, where in the devil is the engineerium on this scrap heap?" Engelier called out.

"Transmitting to your suit's auspex now, Captain."

Engelier pulled his suit's mask down, studying the projected schematics on his helmet.

"Very good," he said cheerfully to himself, then he flashed a vox back to Gix. "My good sir, Captain Fulgenzio and his doughty band, accompanied by peerless stormtroopers, will happily rise to this occasion."

Switching to external speakers, he announced to the band. "Boys and girls, unfortunately these traitors are unlikely to kill themselves, so let us aid in bringing them to the vengeance of the Emperor, yes?"

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2004-12-15 02:53am

The autoflagellants slaughtered the few remaining cultists with ease. Battered, burned, and disoriented they fell beneath the blows of the monstrous killing machines.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2004-12-15 02:55am

The screams of the dying preceeded the entrance of the Black Legionaires to the engineerium. The traitors killed with enthusiasm and efficiency, reducing living men to lifeless corpses. The troopers around Adivan trembled as they heard the terrible sound. The Black Legion was coming.

Pcm979 · Post by **Pcm979** » 2004-12-15 02:56am

There was a clatter, and the Kroot dissapeared into the vent shafts.
Sgt. Slate barked: "Alright people, move it on the double!"

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2004-12-15 03:01am

Frag and blind grenades flashed into the engineerium. The Legionaires stormed in, impossibly fast for beings so bulky. There bolters reaped a cruel harvest. Men died in the chaos as the traitors seized cover and slew all around them. Amplified laughter boomed out from their helmets. They took a few hits, but if they were wounded they did not seem it.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2004-12-15 03:02am

They picked up the wake of bodies, and Engieler quietly drew his bolt pistol and power sword, flicking it to life.

"So, sergeant, shall we?"

Pcm979 · Post by **Pcm979** » 2004-12-15 03:06am

"We shall."

The Kroot dropped out of the air vents behind the Legionnaires; One wielding an Energy Sword, another a Plasma Pistol.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2004-12-15 03:07am

Axidus reached the bay where his auspexes were showing all the activity. His battle brothers took cover prepared to fire from the doorways, using the bulkheads as cover. Axidus sneared. This close to defeat, they gods needed to see fanatical courage. He strode through the main door. One marine fired frag grenades into the caverouns bay, the other bolter rounds. Standing out in the open Axidus slew. He caught shots on his Daemon Blade and deflected them. He callously gunned down men with his storm bolter and he launced plasma grenades from his glove mounted mini launcher into the anything that looked like a strong point. If he was to fall into the warp, he would send as many souls to herald his coming as possible.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2004-12-15 03:08am

Engelier worked the suit up to a loping run, hitting the entrance to the engineerium at full speed as he fired the bolt pistol in the general direction of the traitor marines... lunging forward, he threw himself behind the nearest piece of cover.