<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=104145.msg4523555#msg4523555">Quote from: Tagan on 18-04-2011, 20:31:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Sarah moves slower now, looking carefully at this stranger so evidently headed for her captain.<br/>Scrutiny check 15/35 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=24621)<br/><br/>Her eyes widen as she recognizes him for what he is, and she hastens to the edge of the group to let her fellows know.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Sarah looked carefully at the stranger, and determined quickly that his posture and movements were those of an assassin.  Not particularly surprising, since the Imperium had many uses for hired killers.  The telltale bump of a laspistol stuck out from his cloak, concealed to those not looking, but displayed for people who were careful to take a look.  Straining her senses, Sarah could just about pick up a faint clink coming from the assassin.  She couldn't identify what it was from, but he clearly had some kind of dedicated killing device other than his laspistol.<br/><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=104145.msg4523631#msg4523631">Quote from: Shihong on 18-04-2011, 21:00:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Thraxius was rumbling with disgust at Cortez's implications when he caught sight of the approaching stranger.  His eye swiveled to the side and snapped firmly into place, focusing the man with a hard and calculating glare.  There was a faint whirring coming from within his skull, the telltale sign that some implant or another was recording the scene at hand.<br/><br/>[Scrutiny Roll] 32/38 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=24617)<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Thraxius detected several shorted electrical circuits on the stranger, suggesting that he was running around with a broken device.  Whatever it was, it must have been high energy, or be broken recently, because there was still electricity flowing out of the circuits.<br/><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=104145.msg4524106#msg4524106">Quote from: NotoriusBEN on 18-04-2011, 23:14:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Interesting? He shot macrobatteries at us. I'll let you sort out the paperwork then." Baromir left them to their revelry and moved to an open table near the middle of the bar. Drinking another beer to maintain appearances, he let his mind clear and stretched his hearing for rumors or tidbits. Everyone had an opinion or speculation, but hardly anyone acted on them. It was the Rogue Traders that had the capital and the brass to take such risks or investigate further on a 'sure thing'.<br/><br/>[Carouse Roll, untrained] 20/20  (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=24620)<br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/>Gossip around the station seemed to revolve around a series of unsolved murders.  During the last five weeks, there had been five murders, each on Thursday.  The first victim had been raped, then hanged with a rope.  The second had been hacked to peices with a knife, after a protracted struggle.  The third was injected with a supervirus, and died in a crowded restuarant, her body inflating itself to incredible size as she died in a burst of noxious gas.   The fourth had been locked in a plasma reactor radiation vent, where he died of hysterical mutations in front of half the station, thanks to a switching of the vidscreen broadcast feeds.  The fifth victim was stabbed, raped, lit on fire, force fed several gallons of water, then ejected out an airlock, where she exploded.  The fifth murder was beginning to try the faith of even the most dedicated followers of the Imperium, and the Inquisition was working overtime trying to find the culprits, who by this point could only be chaos cultists.<br/><br/>The black robed man approached to a polite distance a few feet away from Lord-Captain Cortez, standing straight up because he already had his attention.  "Message for you, Sir.  Naval fleet message, Priority 1 Astropathic signal."  He said in his wealthy accent, offering Cortez an official red on black high priority astropathic message receipt.  "For your convenience, we moved the Astropath to a nearby chamber two decks below.  Shall I lead you to him?"  The Naval Messenger asked, a distinct layer of gloss coming off his tone.