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She unclips the vox from her belt. "Lieutenant Gisch to cargo seven." She nodded at Nathan. "He's enroute, Inquisitor."
She looked at the rifle. "True, but the fixtures for the underslung grenade launcher made it worthwhile. Two of those to a squad made for a good increase in firepower. My regiment the had Dalt models with the Klischian grenade launchers underslung."
She looked at the rifle. "True, but the fixtures for the underslung grenade launcher made it worthwhile. Two of those to a squad made for a good increase in firepower. My regiment the had Dalt models with the Klischian grenade launchers underslung."
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"Thank you"
Nathan then looks at the las gun "Out of curiosity when was a shoulder stock added to the design?"
Nathan then looks at the las gun "Out of curiosity when was a shoulder stock added to the design?"
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Nathan nods" Way different from the Cadian Alpha pattern I was training with....but a good design change."
He makes a few more notes on his padd frowns and reworks it.
He makes a few more notes on his padd frowns and reworks it.
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Gix stared at the cards as they were revealed to him. The Magus crossed with the Tower, inverted. The Ship of Souls and the Prince of Fools attending. Confronting them was The Emperor.
Jolan stroked his scar. He packed away his cards and Hethor followed. "Ready to roll boss?"
"Yes, let's go." Jolan headed toward the Assault transport.
Jolan stroked his scar. He packed away his cards and Hethor followed. "Ready to roll boss?"
"Yes, let's go." Jolan headed toward the Assault transport.
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A young man in a sharply-creased uniform stepped into the cargo bay.
"You called, sarge?"
"Lieutenant, the inquisitor would like to speak with you," she said, gesturing toward Nathan.
"Of course," he said, his expression a masterpiece of plastic amicability.
Synnove turned back to Pater. "Yes, some of us have to work with mechanical tools."
"You called, sarge?"
"Lieutenant, the inquisitor would like to speak with you," she said, gesturing toward Nathan.
"Of course," he said, his expression a masterpiece of plastic amicability.
Synnove turned back to Pater. "Yes, some of us have to work with mechanical tools."
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The Valkyrie landed, hull still hot from the blazing reentry. Jolan Gix and Hethor walked down the walkway from the starport, crushing red tape with the might of an inquisitor's rosette.
The Emperor card rested in Jolan's hand. The image shifted showing first himself in full regalia and then a lean, pale, shabily dressed man. This was the clue he needed. Or so he hoped.
The Emperor card rested in Jolan's hand. The image shifted showing first himself in full regalia and then a lean, pale, shabily dressed man. This was the clue he needed. Or so he hoped.
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Nathan nods. "Good. I`ll wait here while you tally it up "
Nathan sat down again and pulled a book out.He opened it and started to read.
Nathan sat down again and pulled a book out.He opened it and started to read.
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Grisch nodded, his smile broad and patently false as he stepped aside to tally up the prices. He looked up at Pater. "Why yes, I think we can help you. Jolzun!" He tapped his own dataslate, then displayed it to one of the cargo laborers. "Get this equipment down here on the double."
Synnove walked over to lean on the wall, watching the activity in the cargo bay.
Synnove walked over to lean on the wall, watching the activity in the cargo bay.
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Gix headed down, down, down. The tarot carried him into the darkness of the underhive levels, into the levels that those above prefered to correct. Half light prevaded the place and the inhabitents were underfed wretches. Before the massive bulk of Hethor they parted. "Here," said Jolan.
They entered a room from the lost early history of the hive. Lights were strung on the ceiling. A dozen men and women were huddled over chipped mugs and battered plates. Jolan didn't want to know what they were eating and drinking. He found what he was looking for.
He sat down infront of the man. The man looked up. A rifle was slung across his back and various blades were attached to a harness on the front. Gix dropped the card infront of the man. He was identical to the image on the tarot. Jolan spoke. "I am looking for a guide."
They entered a room from the lost early history of the hive. Lights were strung on the ceiling. A dozen men and women were huddled over chipped mugs and battered plates. Jolan didn't want to know what they were eating and drinking. He found what he was looking for.
He sat down infront of the man. The man looked up. A rifle was slung across his back and various blades were attached to a harness on the front. Gix dropped the card infront of the man. He was identical to the image on the tarot. Jolan spoke. "I am looking for a guide."
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"Topshider," the man slured. "Musht be important to bring you heresh."
"It is," Jolan replied. "I'm looking for someone who likes to hide out away from topsiders with his own private army. He calls himself the PsyKing."
The man recoiled. "No."
"So you know who he is."
"Intrude upon him and you become hish. No payment worth that."
Gix drew forth a bundle from inside his jacket. He briefly undrapped the side. Gold gleamed. "No payment. Are you sure?"
"Shpending that uplevel-"
"Won't be a problem. Not after I authorize papers for you. Allowing you to move and deal at the highest levels."
"Who are you to makesh shuch a promish?"
Gix showed him his rosette. "Anything else?"
The bounty hunter shook his head. Jolan Gix's retinue had expanded by one.
"It is," Jolan replied. "I'm looking for someone who likes to hide out away from topsiders with his own private army. He calls himself the PsyKing."
The man recoiled. "No."
"So you know who he is."
"Intrude upon him and you become hish. No payment worth that."
Gix drew forth a bundle from inside his jacket. He briefly undrapped the side. Gold gleamed. "No payment. Are you sure?"
"Shpending that uplevel-"
"Won't be a problem. Not after I authorize papers for you. Allowing you to move and deal at the highest levels."
"Who are you to makesh shuch a promish?"
Gix showed him his rosette. "Anything else?"
The bounty hunter shook his head. Jolan Gix's retinue had expanded by one.
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