40K/Inquisitor RPG. The Line of Damnation.

Stormbringer · Post by **Stormbringer** » 2005-01-18 10:28pm

Inquisitor Varian drifted in and out of conciousness. Despite the hidden augmatics that had preserved his life after the heretic's bolt on Kascka schock and pain had blurred his mind. He lived but one could barely tell to look at him.

It was only thanks to a highly trained medicae, who also recognized the rosette, that he was saved. Taken to the medical bays they began the task of repairing his shattered body. He ribs were smashed and his leg broken and he was riddled with all manner of internal injuries. But with the best medicine of the Imperial Medicae working he would survive, if less than whole.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-01-19 12:04am

Prius drifted in and out of consciousness. Fortunately for him, there were copious notes available from previous surgeries that allowed the team of chirurgeons to deal with his abnormal physiology. His arm was lost, and a new augmetic was crafted. Extensive surgery would restore him to function, but likely not in time for the invasion.

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"I don't like it," Rynthis said.

"What's the problem?" Carnis asked, genuinely surprised. The two of them were privately mulling over the updated information.

"These target zones were actually zones we had planned on before we left. It never works that way," the colonel said, throwing up his hands.

"You'd much rather the situation was worse than we had planned for?"

Rynthis shrugged. "I'm a pessimist. If things look too good to be true..."

"If it's any consolation, we are going to have to reshuffle the units on the first wave. Both the Sororitas and the Sword will require some recuperation and restoration before they can engage again," Carnis pointed out.

"There is that."

Typhonis 1 · Post by **Typhonis 1** » 2005-01-19 01:19am

Nathan looked at a medicae his eyes unfocused he kept looking at her .

"Lord Inquisitor...is something wrong?"

"Ummmm do you have two heads?"

"No M`lord its the comcussion you are suffering from" she said relieved.

"Ahh ..OK......uhh....."

"Please stay awake sire we need to check you out"

Post by **The Yosemite Bear** » 2005-01-19 02:02am

"Inquistionare Ristani, your assistance in a special matter is required."-Celeste seemed to be smiling

"We need a name for the Emporer's newest Prize ship."

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-01-19 02:10am

As soon as they learned of his placement in the sanitarium, a contingent of Swordsmen arrived to post a guard over the entrance to his room.

The head chirurgeon approached the guards, led by Captain Isildane.

"What is the meaning of this?"

The captain pivoted on his heel, giving the chirugeon a suspicious stare. "A watch has been posted over the bed of the Saint."

"The Saint?"

Isildane's eyes narrowed. "Colonel-Commissar Ristani defeated a daemon and battled multiple heretic marines in close combat, slaying several. He has been touched by the Emperor. You do believe in the Emperor, don't you?"

"Of course," the chirurgeon replied. Great. Two bedridden inquisitors, and an alleged saint guarded by a unit of mad zealots. Casualties had been mercifully light, but this annoyance had every prospect of making up for that bit of kindness from the Emperor. "We will be allowed to... inspect and treat the colonel-commissar, correct?"

"Under supervision," Isildane answered. "He will lead us to victory on Cyrus Gamma."

Fifteen more minutes in the bay and he wouldn't have been leading you anywhere. It had been a close thing. Ristani had incredible resiliance and... well, his recuperative abilities were a sign of the Emperor's blessing. Or the word that could not be said here- mutation.

"The Emperor has blessed us all, Captain," the chirurgeon said. Though some of us, not with brains.

Typhonis 1 · Post by **Typhonis 1** » 2005-01-19 03:15am

Nathan staggered down the corridor.They had given him a few painkillers to help ....the concussion would clear up in a day or so they had ordered him to stay in bed but he had work to do .

He had a new uniform on when he spoted the two men outside of a door.He growled heretics .It was obvious from the way they stood and were moving.Work ad to be done, there was no place for them in the Imperium.

He drew a plasma pistol and fired a shot.It struck the weall beside one of them as he screamed "Heretics prepare yourseleves to be PURGED"

He ran forward at them as the two emperors Swords guards turned and promtply ran for it . He fird a few more shots at them missing them widely a he hurled abuses at them.

"Hold still you mutants "

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-01-19 03:21am

Establishing themselves behind cover, one of the Swordsman promptly voxed for backup, as the heretic was attempting to assassinate the Saint. The other laid down a volley of fire from his hellgun.

Typhonis 1 · Post by **Typhonis 1** » 2005-01-19 03:31am

Nathan staggered past the door ,the hellgun shots missing him , his Rosetta prominently displayed as he loudly bereated the two swords.

"Do you two HERETICS believe you can stop me from rendering unto you the Emperors JUDGEMENT? I am ordo malleus I am a daemon hunter fools make your peace for the Emperors justice comes QUICKLY"

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-01-19 03:35am

The display of the rosetta was the only thing that kept the two Swordsmen from gunning the inquisitor down where he stood.

"Stand down!" one of them yelled. "We guard a Saint of the Emperor!"

The other trained his weapon on Nathan.

In the background, the head chirurgeon stared for a moment at the sizzled meat that had been another patient in the sanitarium and then crept over to the comm.

"Emergency, emergency, shots fired in the sanitarium. We need armsmen down here."

Typhonis 1 · Post by **Typhonis 1** » 2005-01-19 03:40am

Nathan slowly moved forward blinking .He collapsed to his feet as pain overtook him he screamed aloud and collapsed.

A medicae ran forward to check the man.Checking a scanner he had he paled.

"We need to pump thios man clean someone has tried to poison him"

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-01-19 03:53am

The armsmen advanced, keeping their weapons trained on Nathan. Neither of them responded to the medicae's words... theirs not to reason why, theirs but to protect the colonel-commissar.

Moments later, armed and armored Sword troops poured into the bay.

"What's going on here?" Isildane barked at one of the guards, who snapped to attention.

"Sir, the inquisitor began firing his weapon at us, and called us heretics."

Isildane's eyes narrowed. "You are relieved from duty pending further investigation..."

At that point, the armsmen arrived, weapons at ready. The Swordsmen trained their weapons on the armsmen. Various cries were exchanged, everyone ordering everyone else to stand down.

Isildane: "We are guarding the Saint Ristani!"

Lieutenant in command of the Armsmen party: "I don't care what you think you're doing, you're on a naval vessel and you WILL stand down!"

Much tension and growling was exchanged as the medicae labored over Nathan and tended to patients who got nicked in the crossfire.

Typhonis 1 · Post by **Typhonis 1** » 2005-01-19 04:01am

"Gentlemen we have a problem .Someone on this ship tried to murder this man here" The medicae indicated Nathan as he was put on a gurney.

"They used a halucinagenic poison from what my scanner indicated,mayhaps they hoped he would take out ...Saint Ristani in his drug enduced stupor before falling to the toxin or being shot by loyal guardsmen?"

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-01-19 04:12am

"I will take command of this matter, since the navy obviously cannot maintain security on its own vessels," Isildane growled.

"You want to talk to the captain about that?" the lieutenant shot back.

"Commissarial authority supersedes naval authority," Isildane retorted.

"And your... Sainted Commissar is unconscious right now. Which means that the senior officer present... is a Guard officer, 'major'," the naval lieutenant snarled, giving the infantry officer the typical honorary title boost that came from the tradition that there was only one captain aboard a naval vessel. "This is naval authority, and if your people don't get your asses out of our sanitarium, we will eject you."

Isildane stared at him coldly, assessing the odds. With the firepower present, a major shootout could easily harm the Saint, not to mention the other bedridden inquisitor.

"We must maintain watch over the Saint," he backpedaled. "That is our mission."

The lieutenant turned to the chirurgeon. "Is it possible to move... the Saint... to private quarters?"

It could kill Prius, but be damned if he was going to let these lunatics start another shootout in his sanitarium. "Certainly," the chirurgeon replied.

The lieutenant turned back to Isildane. "There. The Saint will be moved to a secure private room, and you'll keep yourselves away from here. Is that understood?"

"This won't be forgotten," Isildane promised.

The lieutenant shrugged. "I'll lose a lot of sleep over it. Look me up any time you want, asshole." Frakking ground pounders starting shootouts in the sanitarium of one of His Majesty's vessels.

Post by **The Yosemite Bear** » 2005-01-19 09:41am

As the medicea checked the young sister, along with a few sisters hospitalor, it was pretty clear. illith was still unconcious and the full extent of her injuries, wouldn't be clear until, she woke up. What was clear however was that the traitors had cracked her skull, broken her collar, several ribs, and broken at least two vertebre.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-01-19 03:24pm

"They did what?"

"Shot up the sanitarium. One of the inquisitors was poisoned... got a load of bad drugs, maybe... goes nuts and somehow had a plasma pistol. Two of the Swords shot back with hellguns. Three dead, several wounded. Apparently the inquisitor fell over all by himself when it was done. Then the charming Captain Isildane got into a pissing match with the navy officer who responded, and now he's yelling for everything from a court martial to a duel."

"Tell him that dueling has been expressly forbidden for the duration of this expedition, and that disciplinary measures over naval personnel are the province of the captain."

"Already have it written up. What if the Colonel-Commissar demands the lieutenant's head after he wakes up and gets briefed?"

"Then he gets it. But this Isildane needs to remember that working for a commissar does not make him a commissar."

Post by **The Yosemite Bear** » 2005-01-19 06:45pm

A group of sword approched the practice area as the beastman was beginning his target practice, The Jormundgarmian's shots were somewhat off with the laspistol, then again, he wasn't left handed. It would be another week before his right arm regrew to full size, and then there was breaking it, it, at least the tails always regrem well, the older a Jormundgarmian got the longer that apendage got, every time they molted...

the new arm hung babylike and boneless uselessly at his side. Right now it was just flesh with a little cartledege that would harden later. Well time to get used to being a lefty before the ground campaign began.

Stormbringer · Post by **Stormbringer** » 2005-01-19 09:32pm

Varian woke, unsure how long he had been out. The chirugens had been hard at work on him, replacing shattered bones and pulped organs. By now he had a mostly artificial rib cage and augmatics to aid his kidneys and liver. He would live now, but it would be a good while before he was at his best.

Still, as soon as they cleared him he returned to his cabins pouring over records and information obtained about the mission. What time he didn't he spent either sleeping or working sword forms against combat servitors. This went on for several days before any one actually had the nerve or insanity to tell of the incident with Inquisitor Nathan.

That got a reaction and immediately he sent word that he wished to see Colonel-Commisar Prius.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-01-19 09:53pm

The Swordsmen had been ordered to avoid commingling with other units, and most especially to avoid the accursed Legio Xenos troops, so other than some glares and mutterings, they took a side of the bay as far as they could get away from the wretched beastman.

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He had been drifting in and out of consciousness for some time now. At one point he could have sworn there was a battle going on... he'd heard Nathan yelling, and plasma and hellgun fire. But he'd drifted away again, only to awaken to the muted flickering lights of candles.

Dozens of candles, which surrounded his bed. A pile of devotional messages rested on the floor near the foot of his bed, written by Swordsmen and various naive crewmembers. On either side of the door stood a fully armed and armored Swordsman.

"Colonel-Commissar," one of them said. "We were to call Captain Isildane when you awoke."

"Where am I?" he mumbled.

"In in a private berthing. There was a disturbance in the sanitarium when inquisitor Talstrem was poisoned."

"Nathan... poisoned? Does he live?" Assassins in their midst? Now he could understand the posted guard, if not all the... strange devotional symbols and candles.

"He is recovering, yes." As he spoke, the other Swordsman voxed Isildane.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-01-19 10:11pm

Water. Food. Prius consumed the bland ration bars with the delicacy of a starving wolf. At least this new augmetic arm had been properly tuned, so he wouldn't have to worry about his overshooting problem like he had the last time he'd gotten an arm replaced.

All the same, he remembered waking up in the sanitarium, and hearing Pater say "How many more times until there's nothing of us left?"

It was a sobering thought, but with assassins loose and trying assassinate his inquisitor, he needed to be on his feet ASAP.

Isildane entered, dismissing the guards.

"It's good to see you awake again, Saint Ristani," he said, bowing formally. Prius stopped with a ration bar halfway to his mouth.

"What did you call me?" he asked. Suddenly, the religious trappings of the room started to make some sense.

"The Emperor, in His grace, has sainted you, so you can walk among us and deliver His wrath upon our enemies," Isildane said. "How else could you defeat the daemon who invaded this ship?"

Prius put the ration bar down and took a drink of water.

"Isildane... look at me. I am no saint," he said curtly. "I am a man who serves the Emperor."

"You were witnessed to strike the beast with bolts of the Emperor's power," Isildane insisted.

Prius shook his head, taking a deep breath. "The Emperor did guide my hand, power was from within me. I am a psyker," he confessed.

Isildane rocked on his heels, his face going pale. "No. The witch cannot be tolerated among us."

"The Emperor has his place for those like me," Prius snarled. "Are you questioning his judgement?"

"The witch is to be purged without mercy," Isildane shot back, his features reddening. He started to draw his pistol.

"Stay your hand!" Prius barked, putting power behind his voice.

Isildane's hand flew away from his pistol as if burned. "You use your powers upon the faithful?" he growled. "You are a witch."

Before Prius could respond, the captain launched himself across the bed, hands reaching for his throat. Surprised, still slowed, Prius barely had time to bring his arm up to block the attack. He lashed out with his other hand, clubbing Isildane in the temple. The captain went limp, and a good shove by Prius sent him flopping to the floor. Slowly, painfully, Prius sat up, then crouched down to the floor in a semi-collapse. Reaching for Isildane's holster, he withdrew the officer's laspistol, pressed it to the back of Isildane's head and pulled the trigger.

This Saint business was going to have to be put to rest, and quickly.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-01-19 10:30pm

The doors burst open at the sound of the las shot, the guards coming in with weapons ready. At the sight of the 'Saint' crouching over Isildane's corpse, they pulled up with shocked expressions.

Prius slowly rose to his feet. "Captain Isildane and I had a disagreement over matters of orthodoxy. I gave him the Final Absolution."

Staring at the stunned expressions, he continued. "Pass the word. This canonization of myself as a Saint will cease at once. Nothing further will be spoken of it. Lieutenant Chaven will assume the position of executive officer of the Sword."

"Colonel-Commissar," one of the guards said hesitantly. "Inquisitor Varian wishes to speak with you."

Prius leaned against the wall. Something was obstructing his foot... he looked down, and then with an annoyed expression kicked Isildane's hand out of the way.

"Inform the inquisitor that I will see him shortly."

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Forty-five minutes later, a pale and slightly emaciated Prius arrived at Varian's office.

Stormbringer · Post by **Stormbringer** » 2005-01-19 10:58pm

Forty-five minutes later, a pale and slightly emaciated Prius arrived at Varian's office. An equally pale and considerably scarred Inquistor met him at the door and ushered him in.

"Good to see you. I must confess you had all of us rather worried." Varian sat down in one of the grox-leather chairs and motioned for Prius to sit down in the other. "Some amasec? Fine vintage."

Not bothering to wait for an answer the Inquisitor poured them both a generous measure and took his.

"I have several matters that need attending to. But first I must ask you about the unforutnate passing of one Captain Isildane. From the circumstances I take it his death has something to do with the 'ending' of your impromptou canonization?"

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-01-19 11:05pm

Prius took a sip of the amasec as he wondered just how Varian had heard about Isildane's death...

Well, the body had been taken from the room.

"Captain Isildane," he said in a voice that bordered on slurring. "Took a rather puritan view of my... blessing. Nevertheless, the nonsense about my sainthood has been taken care of."

Stormbringer · Post by **Stormbringer** » 2005-01-19 11:17pm

Varian winced inwardly. He considered himself a monodominant, one of the hardline factions. The simple word puritan being used in such a manner made him flinch.

"It is to be expected. Even within the Inquisition there are those that are blunt. They often times are fearful or resentful. It happens but have a care not to be too indiscrete about such things for the time being. That's all need be said."

Varian moved on.

"I am sorry to have summoned you so directly. But with the recent 'attack' on Inquisitor Nathan I find I need some one I can trust. You are one of the few here I can. First, if you can, I would hope that you might find out any information on that. Not spy on the Inquistor, merely keep an eye open."

"And second I need a detail of men. I assume attaching myself to your men is not a problem?"

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2005-01-19 11:29pm

His natural eye was unfocused, staring blankly at the wall. He nodded his assent to Varian's points.

"If you wish," he said in his groggy style. "I can arrest the entire staff of the sanitarium and gather the answers you require. And the Sword was constituted partly in response to a lack of Stormtrooper assets, so of course your making use of them would pose no problems."

Although he didn't know it, it was the respect for inquisitors that he'd ground into them that had kept Nathan from being riddled with hellgun shots a short while before.

It burned into his halfway coherent mind that Varian had paid him quite a compliment indeed, saying that he was one of the few he could trust. The trust of an inquisitor was something to be valued, an honor of high note.

Post by **The Yosemite Bear** » 2005-01-19 11:39pm

Sister Supirior, we know that the child can heal broken bones, and damaged nerves on her own. So we simply implanted metal in her body, in order to keep her from moving her back, her jaw is definatly broken, we don't know if her eye can be saved. The Helmet she wore was more then the simple ceremite It would appear, it withstood the force of a powerfist, but enough force was transfered to break the left side of her head, and shoulder.