Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]
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				Title: <strong>Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 00:52:10</strong>
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				The Calleras system. A small cluster of planets at the far off reaches of the Ultima Segmentum. The four planets and their moons had been spared the brunt of the Tyranid Hive fleet attacks, though have seen their fair share of battle. Small outbreaks of heretics and mutants plague the regions, though the presence of the Ultramarines so nearby has always spurred the Imperial guard regiments to deal with such threats before the Marines have to come in. It is never a good item on a commander's record if he required the help of the space marines to deal with small pests.<br><br>For now the planets live in reasonable peace. The two hive worlds hold strong Imperial guard regiments, all drafted from the planet's surface and the very best of these recruits sometimes make it far enough to be picked up by Ultramarine recruiting officers. Both Miran and Delvon are ruled by their own Governor-General. While Aerlian Hemeron of Miran, a fourty-three year old veteran of war is content with his rulership over one planet and all its worries, Sandren Khamaro the thirty-two year old shock-commander of Delvon has tasted the lust for power and is dearly hoping for an opportunity to show his courage and prowess in the name of the Emperor. Taking back a world from feral orks or simply fighting off somewhere other than the 'stinking hellhole' he feels the higher ups have dumped him in.<br>The remaining two planets are a Paradise world and a Forge world respectively. Tychas, the paradise, is often visited by the Imperial nobility and its beauty and culture would amaze any inhabitant of the filthy and overpopulated hive worlds. Chrom-IV, the Forge world, is lead by the fabricator-general Marcus Ireili Vostanal. Aiming to upgrade his relatively new Forge world to a II-Prima production grade whilst still providing a large portion of the Ultramarines' armoury, he hopes to procure new pacts and vows with nearby mining worlds to secure stable progress towards his goal.<br><br>Lately, the increased activity of the Heretics on both Miran and Delvon have caught the attention of the Inquisition. Should such activity spread rapidly amongst the hive cities of these worlds, then many people loyal to the Imperium could be converted and Chaos would find itself a small outpost within the weakened part of the Ultima Segmentum. The added possibility of the valuable Forge world falling into the hands of the Traitor legions could cause immense damage to the strength of the Imperium in this section. To make matters worse, the nobility visiting Tychas have begun to put pressure on both Governor-Generals to put an end to the heretical infestation, lest it disturb their vacations on the nearby pleasure planet.<br><br>All of these parts combined cause for more than enough reason for the Ordo Hereticus to send an Inquisitor to take care of the irregularities. His mission is to find out the cause of the heretical outbreaks and put a stop to them, by all means necessary.<br>Though due to one of the many miscommunications between the Hive worlds, the nobility and several of the branches of the Inquisition, not one, but two Inquisitors have been sent. Completely unaware of eachother until they meet on one of the planets or in orbit. Their ways differing greatly and their followers different in every kind.<br><br>How they solve not only the problem of the Heretics but also each other, is a story that will develop from this point. Though whatever happens, may their Faith in the God-Emperor stand forever strong.<br><br><hr><br>The implanted Vox-emitters crackled lightly as the on-board communications relay informed all on the bridge and upper decks that the Stoic Vigilance Cruiser had arrived in the Calleras system. The message was mostly meant for Inquisitor Tyrius Malthus, who had urgent business here. Only the captain was privy of his presence on the vessel though, and the cargo bays, shuttles, and other facilities reserved for him and his retinue only were handled by servitors, undergoing routine mind-wipes after each visit. The process was costly but thorough, and perfect for an Inquisitor. He could travel where and when he needed, and no one would be able to track his movements. Neither the enemy, nor friend. It was from this point on that his investigation on the heretics in the system would start, still unaware of his Inquisitorial counterpart's arrival several hours ago on the lunar station orbiting the the second of the twin hive planets. While Tyrius' vessel orbited Delvon, Vailon had reserved quarters, hangars, and shuttles on the station, screened by much the same protocol as Tyrius' vessel. <br><br>Both Inquisitors had their retinues with them in part. Tyrius' confident, an outstanding member of the Grey Knights, had not been able to travel with him yet, as the menace of chaos demanded his attention elsewhere. His presence was called upon though, powerful psykers sending a message through the warp to reach him. Luckily for the Thorian Inquisitor, his faithful companion and bodyguard Ratmir had accompanied him on the voyage. His regiment allowing him some of his favoured weapons and equipment along for the ride. The two of them were all that stood between the corruption of chaos and the innocence of this system, in theory. <br><br>Vailon on the other hand had the largest part of his retinue on hand. Having had to wait several hours for all of them to come together on the station, they were now a trio once more. The Ogryn, the sister and the Inquisitor. A formidable group, capable of handling the most dire situations, ready to do whatever it took to fight the heretic, and perhaps learn about them in the process. His contact on the station would be able to handle the requisition of further supplies, and there were shuttles waiting to take them to the surface.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 01:15:57</strong>
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				The Battle had gone well and the planet Tycon 5 was thoroughly cleansed. Justicar Ulrich strode down the corridors of the Rubicon heading towards the bridge. The Rubicon was a dedicated GreyKnights battleship and had facilities to house over a hundred Grey Knights and support personnel and was currently on its way back home to the fortress moon of Titan. He takes the lift up and steps out onto the command deck. He nods to the ship commander and the acting brother captain. "Brother Captain Tiral the mission was a success. Only ten knights were injured and none were lost it has been a good day." Ulrich says<br><br>"Indeed it has Justicar. You are probably wondering why I called you here."&nbsp; Brother Captain Tiral replies. Ulric nods in reply. <br>"It seems you are wanted by the good Inquisitor Whitefire again." Tiral replies handing Ulrich a Dataslate. "You can read it on the way. We have our fastest shuttle waiting your departure and you are to be fully stocked with ammo and suplies per the Inquisitors orders. Go with the Emperor Brother."<br><br>Ulric nods and makes his way off the bridge to the shuttlebay and steps into the shuttle itself checking on his armor. "Take off and head for these coordinates." He tells the Human Pilot as he slides the slate into a receiving slot in the flight computer. It downloads the coordinates and he takes back the slate and heads to the back of the shuttle where he will be staying for the ships journey and begins to read.<br><br><em>"My dear friend it is grave times and your sword and faith are once again needed at my side. Please make all due haste on the fastest shuttle you can be provided with under my orders. You are also to be fully stocked with ammo and supplies. Get here as soon as possible. Further details will define the mission."</em> Ulrich continues reading and starts to frown. He sets the slate down and begins to check all his gear and armor before taking out his copy of the Liber Daemonicus and reading it to prepare.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asmodeus</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 15:26:47</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;"One of them has a broken arm, and the other has concussion!&nbsp; It's barbaric, my lord, truly barbaric!"<br><br>Scribe Edaeus wiped his spectacles, hoisiting his brown robes as he jogged to keep up with the Deacon.&nbsp; "We got them to the medical bay," he stuttered, "And... and I called for reinforcements, my lord.... but... but there's no reply from the armoury.&nbsp; I don't know what's happened!"<br><br>Deacon Rimoah scowled, irritated by the nasal voice of the scribe.&nbsp; He strode down the corridors of the lunar base, his Ecclesiarchy robes trailing on the metal floors.&nbsp; "Why in the Emperor's name were the guards antagonising our guests?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Well..." Edaeus faltered, adjusting his spectacles, "Well that's just it, my lord - they weren't.&nbsp; The guards were stationed by the Astropath's chamber.&nbsp; They were attacked."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"WHAT?!" roared the Deacon, quickening his stride and lunging through the double doors of his office.&nbsp; "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS OUTRAGE, INQUISITOR?!"<br><br>The office was a long and collonaded room, pillars supporting the vaulted ceiling, where arched windows peered out into the void.&nbsp; The stain-glass caught the starlight, painting the room in myriad hues.&nbsp; Through the clutter of archive shelves, servo-monitors and statuettes, the two officials regarded the figure sat at the Deacon's desk.<br><br>A small trinket twirled in the starlight, the 'I' shape of the Inquisitorial Seal distinctive, centered by a haloed skull which stared back at them, dead horror in its eyes.&nbsp; The Seal was held by a metal hand, the slight whine of servo-motors as the fingers shifted.&nbsp; Beneath a hood of dark cloth inscribed with sigils, half a face looked out at them.&nbsp; <br><br><div align="center">(http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l81/Asmodeus1845/Stories/Silas_the_monk_by_Anasztaizia.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Who are you to speak of outrage, Brother Deacon?"</strong> rasped the sickly voice of Inquisitor Vailon Chaarn.&nbsp; It was a calm and insidious sound, as though from a throat that had not been quenched in decades.&nbsp; <strong>"Witness the travesties I have seen, and then I shall permit you this... indignation."</strong><br><br>Scribe Edaeus shifted nervously, the very presence of the Inquisitor unsettling him.&nbsp; But the Deacon was not so easily swayed.&nbsp; Starting forward, the old cleric raised his grey hands in anger.&nbsp; "You violated the chamber of the Astropath!&nbsp; That place is sacrosanct!"&nbsp; <br><br>Vailon pushed out of his chair and was around the desk in the space of a second, face-to-face with the Deacon.&nbsp; A slender claw extended from the other sleeve of his robe, serated metal touching beneath the Deacon's chin.&nbsp; <strong>"<em>Sanctity</em> is not a luxury an Inquisitor can afford."</strong><br><br>Edaeus gasped, his breath expelling in a whimper as he saw the lightning claw, inches from his master's face.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"And besides..."</strong> said Vailon, <strong>"The chamber was violated long before I arrived."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"What do you mean?" demanded the Deacon, trying to conceal his fear as the Inquisitor's pale eyes held him.<br><br>A slight smile tugged at Vailon's lips, almost like a sneer, and he turned, retracting the lightning claw.&nbsp; <strong>"My dear Deacon, it has come to my attention that the Calleras system has the pleasure of welcoming TWO Inquisitors this day."</strong><br><br>Edaeus lingered by the doorway, fidgeting, whilst the Deacon frowned.&nbsp; "Two?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Indeed."</strong>&nbsp; Vailon sat down behind the desk again.&nbsp; <strong>"The message your Astropath sent was broadcast <em>twice</em>, and to different destinations."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"But..." the Deacon looked at the floor, puzzled by this revelation.&nbsp; "But that's against protocol!"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Precisely,"</strong> answered the Inquisitor, <strong>"And after my Ogryn performed a <em>surprise</em> inspection of the Astropath's chamber, he found <em>this</em>."</strong>&nbsp; His bionic hand whirred as he lifted a vial from the table, holding it up in the starlight.&nbsp; <br><br>By the doorway, Edaeus clasped his hands behind his back, sweating profusely.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Eremorph,"</strong> explained the Inqusitor, holding up the vial.&nbsp; <strong>"It was introduced to the Astropath's holy censer.&nbsp; He was breathing it in along with the incense.&nbsp; You have a whole supply of this chemical in your armoury, as my Space Marine discovered."</strong><br><br>The Deacon swallowed.&nbsp; Now he knew why no reinforcements had been sent.&nbsp; The Inquisitor's Astarte bodyguard must have had the entire armoury held hostage.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"It's used as a sedative,"</strong> continued the Inquisitor, placing the vial down on the desk.&nbsp; <strong>"It makes the subject incoherent, forgetful.&nbsp; That's why the Astropath sent two messages -the psyker was delirious."</strong><br><br>By the doorway, Edaeus reached inside his robes, taking hold of something.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"But that's preposterous!" exclaimed the Deacon.&nbsp; "No one has access to both the armoury and the Astropath, except myself and......"<br><br>Realisation dawned....<br><br>The Deacon turned slowly, his mouth dropping open as he looked back at his scribe.<br><br>And then Edaeus's head exploded.<br><br>Gore showered the doorframe and the Deacon was splattered with blood, reeling back in shock.&nbsp; The headless body of his scribe dropped like a rock, and behind him a Battle Sister lowered her boltgun, her fierce and beautiful face nodding to the Deacon.&nbsp; The scribe's body twitched, a laspistol clutched in its dead hand.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Know the heretic."</strong> hissed Inquisitor Chaarn.&nbsp; <strong>"Kill the heretic."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"My Emperor," whispered the Deacon, his whole body trembling.&nbsp; He sat down heavily on another chair, his face stained with Edaeus's blood.&nbsp; "I've been a fool."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"You were not to know,"</strong> said the Inquisitor.&nbsp; <strong>"Do not waste yourself on regret.&nbsp; Scribe Edaeus served with distinction for 11 years - he was beyond your humble suspicion."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Oh God," muttered the Deacon, holding his head between his hands.&nbsp; "Oh God..."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"This is Heresy of the darkest kind, my Deacon,"</strong> rasped Vailon, giving no sympathy to the old cleric.&nbsp; <strong>"To turn Edaeus, a once loyal servant of the Emperor, and to strike at our Astropaths, suggests an intelligence, a scheme.&nbsp; The Enemy, whoever it may be, intends to disrupt our communications.&nbsp; For now he has failed, but there is a beast with many heads at work here."</strong><br><br>By the doorway, the enormous hand of an Ogryn appeared and gripped Edaeus by the ankle.&nbsp; With a single wrench the heretic's corpse was dragged out of the room and down the corridor.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Now,"</strong> said Vailon, rearranging his dark robes and resting his lightning claw on the desk.&nbsp; <strong>"My ship is being refitted.&nbsp; I require a new shuttle and clearance for Delvon.&nbsp; Send word to the Cardinal.&nbsp; I expect his full cooperation in securing an audience with Governor-General Khamaro."</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Yes," whispered the Deacon, wincing at the blood on his robes.&nbsp; "Of course... of course...."&nbsp; For a while he sat there, shuddering, before finally looking up again.&nbsp; "And what of the other Inquisitor?"<br><br>Vailon looked up, his hood casting shadows across his pitted face.&nbsp; <strong>"Let us pray he as... <em>diligent</em> as I."</strong><br>&nbsp; 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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 20:34:03</strong>
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				Deacon didn't waste any time in leaving the room, taking the long way around as to avoid having to walk past the bloody corpse of his scribe. He still couldn't believe it, but this was an Inquisitor. He would have to put his faith in him, the Emperor's divine will given flesh. There was little else to do than simply sending a message off to the cardinal. Orders hastily, and still somewhat shakily, given caused guardsmen to run off in several directions. The armoury had to be checked, the astropath needed to be examined and messages had to be sent. Just as he'd given the last order, Deacon remembered that he would need a new scribe as well. He'd almost looked over his shoulder to see if he was keeping up taking notes of the orders, though his corpse now stained the hallway. He sighed, this was too much for him. He'd always known there were Heretics, but his scribe? He'd known the man for eleven years, this was too much to comprehend. He found solace in the Emperor, his divine will had sent not one but two Inquisitors to this place. Surely together these would rid the system of all the vile henchmen of Chaos.<br><br>A whisper along the hallways, one guardsman to another, and on to another. "Blindman's Visions..." It would travel all the way through the station, to the one man who knew what it meant. They could torture a hundred heretics and all the Inquisition would get were screams and blasphemous exclamations. This plan would not fail, it was thorough. This was just a setback.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 03:16:49</strong>
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				With the Deacon leaving, the battle sister lowers the bolt pistol and sighs as she watches the Ogryn drag the corpse away. "You know that purging the heretic from existance is better done with the fires of the Order," she says before holstering the barely used weapon, her dual inferno pistols on her waist while her pistol is currently holstered under her jump pack. The battle sister walks up to her entrusted Inquisitor and giving a small bow. "What is my next mission sir?" she asks while taking a knea and bowing to her sworn protectee, even if he somehow knew just where to put his command as well as how to have them act.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SomethingWycked</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 07:24:10</strong>
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				Dardanos had a forbidding scowl on his face.<br><br>He idly swept his bolt pistol side to side, covering the guards and workers of the armory who he had placed in one corner of the room to more easily keep an eye on them. It hadn't taken much effort to corral them together like that after he had disposed of one traitor, whose body lay in one of the adjacent rooms, turning the floor red there.<br><br>The man had attempted to ambush the Neophyte after he had found the stocks of eremoprh in the armory. After a trio of lasbolts impacted on the Scout's armor, Dardanos had charged the man and knocked him to the floor, sending the man's lasgun skittering across the room. Dardanos had drawn his bolt pistol and aimed it at the prone man. Much to the horror of the few onlookers, Dardanos ignored the momentary cry for mercy and pulled the trigger... if there was one thing that any Astartes hated, it was a traitor. A bolter shell easily pierced the guard carapace armor and then its mass reactive explosive detonated inside his chest, grossly bulging some places of the man's torso and deflating others.<br><br>Shown the devastation of a holy bolter shell at close range, especially when wielded by a Neophyte of the Angels of Death, none of the others present were willing to chance having that happen to them- or something worse- and submitted to the crisply barked orders from the large man wearing the black scout carapace armor, glaring at them over the sights on the bolt pistol.<br><br>Dardanos voxed his findings to Inquisitor Chaarn using crisp, concise, clear wording, received his orders and followed through.<br><br>"You!" He pointed the pistol at one of the workers, who blanched as he stared down the huge barrel of the weapon. "I need you to take a sample of those chemicals," he gestured with his free hand at the stocks of eremorph, "Up to Deacon's office. You will give them to Inquisitor Chaarn or the Sororitas, and no one else. You will not deviate from my instructions, or the Inquisitor will hunt you down as a traitor and heretic, mister..." Dardanos looks at the man's shirt, reading his nametag. "Holusken." Dardanos looks back at the man's face. "Is that understood?" The worker nodded his understanding and slowly started to make his way towards the chemicals. "Hurry!" Dardanos barked at the man, sending him scurrying to complete his assignment. <br><br>Dardanos settled in to wait, holding all of the armory's occupants hostage, as well as anyone who had the misfortune to come through the door- each found themselves staring down the barrel of a bolt pistol wielded by a scowling man wearing the emblem of the Raven Guard Chapter on his pauldron, and then found themselves grouped up with the previous occupants of the room. The expression on the Marine's face simply dared any of them to reveal that they were also involved with the traitor laying in a pool of his own blood.<br><br>Neophyte Dardanos Megaero waited for further orders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kroduk</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 08:36:12</strong>
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				A single note echoes through the passageways, accompanied only by the unique sounds of a fresh corpse being carelessly dragged by one ankle. If anyone is bothered by this, few consider asking the 'musician' to cease. Standing just over three metres tall and a little over half that wide, the Ogryn BONE'ead Gor is far too pleased at finally mastering the complicated concepts and multi-step process to whistling to let anything like tune or rhythm intrude upon his revelry. Finally, the giant abhuman stops walking at an airlock, which he stands and studies for quite some time.<br><br>Long minutes later, with a smug look on his face, Gor jabs a finger the size of a man's forearm at the controls until he manages to mash the large green button to slide open the first lock. Hooting his pride in his own genius, he steps inside. <br><br>Moments later he's released the corpse into the vacuum of space in order to grip with both hands the nearest protruding surface to keep himself from being sucked into the void. It's only through the actions of a quick-witted passerby, attracted by the hooting, that Gor manages to get back inside the ship. He hoots once more, kicks the bulkhead for good measure, and follows the trail of blood back to his boss, leaving one confused and astonished human staring at the bootprint in the wall behind him.<br><br>A single whistled note echoes tunelessly through the passageways.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Asmodeus</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 14:25:50</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l81/Asmodeus1845/Stories/Silas_the_monk_by_Anasztaizia.jpg)</div><br>Inquisitor Vaillon reached out, his bionic fingers brushing a few strands of the Sister's hair as he touched her face.&nbsp; <strong>"Oxygen-rich atmosphere - your inferno pistols would have cost me precious evidence."</strong>&nbsp; With his other hand, he gestured around him at the archive shelves with his lightning claw.&nbsp; <strong>"I have much to study here - the seeds of Heresy may lie in the logistics reports, the Astropath-archives, the shipping manifests."</strong><br><br>He turned from his kneeling subordinate and paced across the room, plucking a file from the shelf.&nbsp; <strong>"But take heart, Holy Sister - the time for retribution shall come.&nbsp; The forces at work here are legion - that much has been revealed to us."</strong><br><br>The two of them glanced as Gor returned to office, a din of grunts and whistles accompanying the Ogryn's heavy steps.&nbsp; <strong>"Gor, another ship waits to take us to Delvon.&nbsp; Ensure our supplies are transfered."</strong><br><br>The giant nodded repeatedly, watching as Vailon turned to the Battle Sister.&nbsp; <strong>"Vox to Brother Dardanos and tell him to stand down.&nbsp; The Heresy has been neutralised."</strong><br><br>The Inquisitor returned to the desk with a handful of papers and data-slates, speaking out to both of them.&nbsp; <strong>"We must now turn our thoughts to Governor-General Khamaro.&nbsp; The Inquisition has long followed Khamaro's reign.&nbsp; He is a man of daring plans and aspirations beyond his station.&nbsp; It troubles me that one so <em>ambitious</em> should allow Heresy to go unchecked."</strong><br><br>"And what of the other Inquisitor?" asked the Battle Sister.<br><br>Vailon stopped reading and rested his metal hands across the files, staring up at his henchmen.&nbsp; <strong>"Know this:"</strong> he rasped, <strong>"My cell was the first to be alerted and I was the first to be sent.&nbsp; I am the authority on the Calleras System - it's history and politics.&nbsp; This second agent, whoever he is, comes from outside.&nbsp; He knows nothing of this system and he brings his own agenda.&nbsp; I shall not trust such a man, and I advise you to take heed of my wisdom.&nbsp; Should you meet the second Inquisitor, or his followers, they shall be to us a distraction we can ill afford.&nbsp; I fear this system is in danger, and our action must be swift... merciless... forsaking friend and foe alike for the Emperor's good."</strong><br><br>That said, the Inquisitor lowered his head to read, the hood falling to cover his face.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 19:42:34</strong>
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				Even though this was the fastest warp capable ship the Rubicon had it was still slow going. Days have passed. He kept himself busy by going through his daily rites and and observances and what exercise he could do. When freetime came around he pulled out a large flute and began to play. All he can do is wait for now. He stops playing when he is signaled by the pilot. "Yes Pilot?" He asks over the Vox.<br><br>"Sir we are halfway to our destination. I thought you would want to know." The Female pilot says. <br><br>"thank you pilot. Good to know."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 00:49:16</strong>
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				When her initiate's first rule for escort already breached, she stood up quickly and quickly had her inferno pistol drawn. "Keep in mind that such contact is only allowed for the sisters who wish not to uphold their orders," she spouts out with a grimace to her physical emotions, using such a front to hide her own fear for not being a full battle sister. With that warning, she holsters the pistol and looks along where he showed her with the claw. "Maybe the heretics have already started their plans, this break in regulations is both a definate sign of fault which was proven by such an attempt on your life," the sister speaks after asking her question, looking to the ogryn and unable to keep a slight smile from his pride in being able to whistle. "Do you need me to do anything Inquisitor? If not I wish to help our Ogryn friend with the ship and supplies."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 03:17:05</strong>
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				Vailon looked back, his psychically empowered eyes peering out from under his hood, shining with dominating fury hidden beneath his poised appearance. He knew how the orders worked, and sometimes cursed them for it. There were better ways, he believed. Though it would serve him much better to simply keep them in mind, and act accordingly. To be most efficient, one must be able to adapt to any situation. On such thoughts was his philosophy founded, and such thoughts guided his actions. <br><br><strong>"Sister, you are here for a reason. It is to point that weapon of yours at Heretics and the forces of Chaos. Not at the sole chance this sector has for crushing this heresy before it gets out of hand." </strong><br><br>His bionic arm stretched and clenched uneasily, remembering the feeling of an ordinary arm all too well. It was times like this that Vailon lusted for spook. To contemplate the possibilities and allow his inner psyche to lay out the best possible course for him. Standing up, and moving towards the multitude of datastacks, Vailon finally ordered the sister what to do. <br><br><strong>"Yes, help Gor. I wish to travel to Devlon as soon as possible. Vox me when the ship is ready." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 03:28:03</strong>
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				"Sir," he gives him the battle sister salute, which is a slight bow of the head and a hand on her heart. With that order, she turns on her heal and heads after the Ogryn, assisting him on the tasks though not lifting anything other than hand-held objects since he could easily take care of the rest on his own.<br><br>(feel free to allow her to help you out in your rp, including keeping seconds of thoughts from turning into minutes)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 22:24:26</strong>
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				Andreas strides into the cockpit of his personal guncutter. "Marcus, what is the situation?" He asks his Glavian pilot and good friend. "Andreas, we are being hailed and told to dock at the cruiser. Should I flash our Inquisitorial codes?"<br><br>"No, The captain knows we are coming but he is the only one. Just land for now." Andreas replies smiling.<br><br>Marcus guides them into the bay and stets down as Andreas opens the hatch to the guncutter and steps out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 16:50:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Andreas' small Guncutter approached, the appropriate landing bays opened. He could see a couple of the automated turrets, bound by the fierce spirit of the cruiser follow him. Though they remained powered down, the ship knew that he was here as well. Finally arriving in the bay, a dozen servitors approached the vessel and took it through a thorough landing check. Each and every one of them silent, apart from the many mechanical buzzes and whirs from their servo engines and machinery. They were silent, utterly loyal, and routinely mind-wiped. The perfect handlers of a vessel that did not exist. The Ordo had done very fine preparations. Andreas would have everything he needed to perform his investigation, only he was still unaware of the rival Inquisitor on the Lunar Station above Delvon. <br><br>Vailon had let his retinue take care of preparing his ship, and as he himself folded a leather band around the few dataslacks that seemed promising, they should have nearly finished. His bionic left arm wheezing a mechanical noise as it clamped shut around the tight bundle of dataslacks before he set out. The guards immediately sprung to attention as he passed, though he cared nothing for them. They had allowed heretics to infiltrate their midst, and as far as he was concerned, they were all to blame. Though Govenor-Gerenal Khamaron was the first who would be approached, his ambitions should not allow such heresy. Perhaps he was simply naive or oblivious to things happening on this planet, or he was the source of all this heresy. <br><br>Finding the group ready at the small guncutter shuttle he stood as he always did when he was about to give a breifing. His eyes demanding their full attention, even the Ogryn wouldn't be allowed his whistle during such times. <br><br>"Loyal friends..." Vailon began, his voice a hiss from beneath his hood while his eyes stared down every one of them in turn. "We are to land near the General-Govenor's palace. Heavily fortified, nearly impenetrable. This man clearly has an eye for strategy. And may be a heretic." He waited for all of them to take this in, make them understand the importance of that last sentence. "When we arrive, we will be inspected, and my Inquisitorial seal will allow me passage to anywhere in the fortress-palace. Though you will not follow. You will find yourselves a way to the generators, preferably without violence. Ensure that they are in our control before my meeting with Khamaron takes place. I estimate that you have the better part of an hour, though no more than that. If he is a heretic, then I will vox you the command to blow this palace from his Emperor's holy Empire. He won't dare to kill him, it is something his ambition can not afford. Though he may find a way to stop me, and that is where you come in." <br><br>That was it, his plan laid out, he would require none of them to follow him directly. And as he moved towards the shuttle he pulled his cloak over his bionic arm. Questions could be asked on route, it would take roughly three hours to reach the planet. If none were asked, they would make the journey in silence, much as Vailon preferred.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 19:31:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Andreas watches the servitors do their work. When they are done he closes up the ship again and Marcus prepares to leave. "Head for the planet Marcus. Broadcast our IFF as a the personal cutter of Lorda Marius Zane of the merchants guild." He says heading to his quarters. Marcus would know what to do and would find the apropriate manservant uniform. Andreas meanwhile went to put on his own disguise along with his digital weaponry disguised as many rings. Today he would play the pomouse asshole to blend in with the nobility untill he obtained more info.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kroduk</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 04:21:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, boss, sir!" Gor knocks his hand against his forehead in a salute that would knock a normal human unconcious and clambers ungracefully aboard the 'cutter. Once harnessed into his seat the Ogryn begins routine maintenance on his equipment. This maintenance includes shoving shells into his ripper gun, poking at bits of armor to make sure they don't fall off, and making sure he has a frag grenade attached to his person anywhere there's a place for one. It takes him the entire length of the trip to do this, a blessed release from his monotonous whistling, as such intense multitasking is far beyond his capabilities.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 01:04:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Vailon sent silent thanks to the Emperor for that, the endless whistling wouldn't have been so bad if only the Ogryn knew how to keep tone and rhythm, let alone produce a melody. Though his useful abilities lay elsewhere, and that was why the hooded Inquisitor kept him on the team. <br><br>The trip would be uneventful, the stars only visible to the pilot and the Inquisitor who took the front seats. The crew compartment wasn't better than that of a landing shuttle. Two opposite rows of three chairs, more than enough space, even for the ogryn who would take up two, at the very least. The loud noise of the engine and the heat from the many generators made the trip less than comfortable, the metal chairs weren't helping either.<br><br>As the ship made contact with the outer layer of Delvon's atmosphere, and quickly made its way to the lower reaches, the screeching sound of the metal trying to cope with the temperature and pressure build-up could be heard all throughout the ship. Turbulence and heat made its way through to the crew compartment, shaking the men and sole woman in their seats.<br><br>Eventually they would all feel the increase in G-forces as the pilot pulled up just in time create a nice, refreshingly smooth, landing. As the hydraulics did their work under the venting of excess steam the hatch slowly lowered. The metal lowering until it made contact with the concrete building underneath. An entire Imperial Guard Regiment was waiting for them. Every single one of them neatly in line. Normal guardsmen, some Kasrkin squads, even a few heavy weapon companies. All standing in neat and orderly lines, weapons to their side if possible. General-Govenor Khamaro was on his way towards the landing pad, to greet the Inquisitor no doubt. Though as Vailon stepped out, all he said was a short command, not even looking at his retinue. He had to play it, as if they were unimportant, otherwise they might be tailed. "You have your orders, move out."<br><br>The Marine knew the order composition well, and the Ogryn was a private. Out of all three, the Sister was clearly the highest rank. She would lead them on their mission, and the Inquisitor quickly walked out of reach. They would have to take the long way around, off the landing platform, and through the complex. They might find anything on their way to the generator room, but it was their mission to go out and secure it. And they were expected to perform better than any other soldier available, worthy of an Inquisitorial retinue.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 22:21:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Andreas waits until Marcus lands at the ground port then steps out out the ship with Marcus in tow. He surveys the area looking every bit the Lord that he is dressed to be. He is met by a scribe obviosely there to log them in. <br><br>"Name and business sir." The scribe asks.<br><br><br>"Lord Marius Zane of the merchants guild. I'm here for a much needed rest and respite. I have use of Mansion three fifty four. Please bring an aircar around quickly. My Manservant Marcus will be acompanying me." <br><br>"Very good sir." The scribe replies after looking up Marius Zane in the info. Upon finding it he orders up an aircar.<br><br>"Of course its all good." Andreas replies smiling. When the aircar arrives he climbs inside along with Marcus and they are whisked off to their residence.<br><br>They check in and scan the place for bugs. They actually find a few but they are low grade measures easily taken care of. When its clear they setup a ops center and setup their own security and anti-intrusion measures even going so far as to drill out the doorjambs and install cut proof rod in the walls. If smeone tried to get in he'd be alerted. Darkness fell quickly only being an hour away and he slipped into a black reiforced body glove and clipped on all manner of intrusion tools and streetgear so he would blend in with the lower people. Marcus would stay behind to monitor his progress and alert him to anything. As a last part he had 3 spyflies following him. to give him help.<br><br>Meanwhile in the warp Justicar Ulric's ship still continues its long journey to its destination.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 21:37:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The sister rested her body and mind, strapping herself to the uncomfortable metal bench before hearing her order on the transmitter. With that she unstrapped herself and heads to the door, hearing it unlock before she waits for the dock, knowing that her mission will require both self-control as well as leadership due to her subordinates include an Ogryn that has apparently come prepared for some explosive finnese. "May the spirits be with us..." she whispers to herself before heading to the 'door' in the back.<br><br>Once the ship arrives on their landing point, the sister jumps from the open bays and decellerates her descent via her atmospheric jump pack, landing gracefully on the ground before looking around the area as the rest of the ship has still needed to be lowered enough for the others to jump down as well. "All clear," she calls through the vox to the rest of her 'unit' before stepping forward and checking the map to their intended target, thinking that maybe if they were expected that it would be a little harder than anticipated.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 18:48:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Andreas' efforts to blend in worked perfectly, his arrogant appearance and wealthy attire had quickly transformed him into a man of power in the trade area. Many lowlife peddlers left him in peace, knowing that he had the money to buy better items than their junk, though some daring or simply stupid 'merchants' still tried to offer him worn-down laspistols or stubbers. One shady looking partner even tried to sell the disguised Inquisitor a used bolt pistol, claiming it came from the hand of Lord Solar Macharius himself. While this was an outrageous claim, it was still a marginally impressive bolter, with a few small well executed carvings and decorations. Nothing in the merchant quarters that showed obvious signs of heresy, or chaotic infestation. Either the small pockets of heretics mentioned by the reports that asked for Inquisitorial inquiry were exaggerated, or they were well hidden. Perhaps going to the more shady parts of town, deeper into the nest of depravity, that always lurks at the edge of shadow in a man's mind, would prove more helpful.<br><br>Far off on the other Hive World in the system, Miran's twin planet Delvon, Inquisitor Vailon had set up a meeting with governor-general Khamaron and left his retinue to secure what was perhaps the most important room in the entire governor's palace. His battle sister had taken the clear and sky-lit entry of taking off before the transport vessel had even landed. The space marine smart enough to hold up his hand, just in case Gor got it in his mind to follow the sister, without the luxury of a Grav-chute. Quickly outfitting the both of them, and goading the Ogryn in jumping out with him, with the promise of blood-sausage if need be, he would jump out and meet up with the sister soon enough. The entire company stationed near the landing pad would have their eyes on the Guncutter that was about to land, though surely some of them would see the trio's daring infiltration. There actions though, were limited, having been instructed by their officers to be a line of perfect soldiers, meant that they couldn't undertake any action. The less than subtle actions though, might be cause enough for an alarm later on.<br><br>((PS: Had permission to play for the Space Marine Scout until the owner returns))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 22:44:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Andreas heads back to the estate and changes clothes fora more clandestine operation. He still keeps the intrusion gear as well as his bolt pistol and his Force sword. the bolt postol was a special type with the Magazine in the handel. It only held 6 shots rather than the usual 12 but he kept plenty of spare mags on him. Under the cover of night he creeps out and heads downhive searching for anyone that could give him answers. the first place he checks are the seedy bars and Taverns.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 22:07:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The sister knew that for their mission's guidelines that the path of least resistance would be to the betterment of the outcome, so she begins to head torwards one of the exhaust ports to scrounge out any maintanence doorways. If found, she'd lead them through and hope that no one would be coming across them under an untimely inspection, though she'd try a little more direct of an approach if none were found in the first place, heading up the line until coming across any doorways or entrances which she could percieve. "Stay low and close, we're here to <em>not</em> start combat above obtaining our objective," she calls back to her unit before they start their travels, hoping that the Ogryn would understand what she meant.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 23:18:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The downtown area of Miran's capital city was pretty much as expected. More lowlife, beggars, muggers, rapists, simple scum and worse drifting around their luckless lives and worthless homes. Scavenging a living out from under the shadow of the rich, they were pretty much all armed and dangerous, though an Inquisitor like Andreas gives off an intimidating aura, whether in disguise or not. Most of the scum knew better than to pick a fight with a well armed man, let alone one that wasn't keen on showing who he was. The few that were stupid enough, hesitated simply because their smarted bosses refused. All in all it was an unsteady truce, leaving Andreas to go where he pleased.<br>The bar he came upon looked like a good place to start, scantly dressed women, likely whores, danced upon elevated stages. Rough types littered the bar, spread across an unevenly matched set of tables. This surely was the place to listen in on shady conversations, trying to find out what was going on. Soon enough already, Andreas noticed a few of the better equipped scumbags entering a room in the back. Quite possibly a VIP area worth taking a look into.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kroduk</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 00:07:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gor grunts as he is shoved from the craft several metres above the ground to an ungracefully heavy landing even with the aid of the 'chute. He reaches for his Ripper the moment his feet touch the ground, but somehow manages to scrounge up the effort to leave it at his side. He follows behind his comrades, eyes downcast with the knowledge that he's not allowed to shoot people up or bash their faces in.<br><br>The Ogryn sighs loudly and trudges along, trigger finger itching most unpleasantly. "Yes, boss."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 00:19:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luck seemed to be at Inquisitor Vailon's retinue's side, for within just a few hundred meters of their landing zone, they came upon what looked like a maintenance doorway. The fully loaded trio looked quite intimidating to the two sole guards that were standing here to guard it. Two heavy machineguns unmanned behind neatly stacked sacks of sand as they sat in the tiny bunker next to the door, playing cards. If this was how they guarded maintenance entrances, then the retinue would have quite some trouble with getting into a real entrance. <br><br>Though, as Imperial citizens, even those guarding entrances, don't shoot upon humans without a good reason, all that happened was one of the guards dropping his cards, scrambling for his lasgun and calling out to the trio. "Halt, who goes there?" Distrust and fear easy to read upon his features. He was unsure, likely unseasoned, and certainly at a loss for what to do outside standard protocol. His friend was slower even than him, though a lot older. He backed his younger partner up after reaching for his lasgun. The choice whether to use guile and cunning, sheer violence or intimidation was upon the trio. And the sister was still in charge.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 04:34:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Andreas grabs a table near the back of the room near the door to the back room and where he can't be snuck up on and just watches the people that go in and out of the back room. When a waitress passes by he stops her and orders a drong foul drink. When she leaves he palms and takes two anit-intoxicant pills to counteract the drink. He could drink all night and not feel the effcts. When a dancing girl makes her way to his table he lays down a few imperials. "Tell me my dear, what lies in the room beyond thoes doors?" He asks softly when she leans down to pick up the coinage. "theres more coin for you if you answer to my liking."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 05:51:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The sister strode up towards the two gaurds before holding her left hand up, the other arm resting at the elbow on the belt for her jump pack. Her feet keep moving forward since she knows that the shaky recruit might be easier to bypass without the violence, though the older one might need to be taken care of in order for passage. "I'd like you to know that we don't come in hopes of violence as well as seeking a peaceful entrance into the establishment," she says, speaking more for herself since she knows that the Ogryn would want such an action. If she recieves a negative response she would pull her ring and pinky fingers to her palm to make the appearance of a gun which would give signal to the Ogryn to have fun with his attacking. She, on the other hand, would quickly draw her Inferno pistol since it would be alot more silent than bolt ammunition as well as peirce through what measly cover the two gaurds have. The same action would be brought up if the gaurdsmen attempted to vox to the higher command, as well as if they continued to keep their pistols up. The only alternative is if the two men set their weapons down and the unit passes through without being announced. Then again, that alternative plan was rather doomed to have failed so it's a good thing that it counts as a secondary.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 02:14:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Inquisitor in the shady bar used a tactic both ancient and worn, though never made less effective. The dancing girl eagerly took the imperials, moving closer with her more than approveable body. An Inquisitor of Andreas' stature would have seen women far more beautiful than this stripper and likely whore, but that didn't mean she didn't have a rank on the majority of the woman of the Imperium. "I would be in the danger of losing my job, if I told people what they could find in the <em>deeper reaches</em> Mister." Her swaying motions and unabashed advance showed she knew her trade, the fact that she knew how to barter to get more money, told him that she was shrewd. These combined, meant that she would know everything she could find out, simply to have leverage whenever the time would come. This was a prime target, luck was on Andreas' side surely this time. If only his retinue could have been near to assist him, thing would probably go even smoother.<br><br><hr><br>The two Guardsmen were more than slightly confused, of course they recognised the trio for what they were. All agents of the Imperium, though to see them together like this was a rare sight. Somewhat hesitant, the younger took the word again. "On, whom's... authority, do you wish to enter the Governmental Palace Miss?" His eyes flicked to the Ogryn on more than one occasion, this was a freshman, untrained, pushed into service. Typical for Imperial guard, cannon fodder. Someone to take a bolter round, or demonic ray, or anything else that might have otherwise hurt someone important. Only the best survived enough battles to make it up in the ranks, and since most of the trained and experienced men were up at the flight deck or patrolling areas suspect of heresy, all that was left were these chaps to guard the fort.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 05:33:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Andreas fishes out a few imperial and one large denomiantion which he tumbles back and forth across his knuckles. "Well thats too bad then. I was going to make it worth your while but if you can't tell me..." He flips the coin up into the air before snatching it again grom under her nose and secreting it away in one smooth move. "I'm sure there are others who can." The waitress brings back his drink and he leans back against the wall sipping it and looking at the woman on his table. He swirls his drink and looks at the back of his hand as if he is disinterested. "So my dea whats it going to be? I don't leave things on the table for long." His voice is soft and takes on a seductive promising tone playing on her greed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 23:36:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Crawling over the table, closer to the Inquisitor's head, glancing back over her shoulder quickly just to see if the coast was clear, she whispered. "I could... let something slip... for a price." She licked her lips, the money more of a lure than anything else the Inquisitor could offer. Except, of course, more money. Her motions had changed, they weren't meant to lure him to the bedchambers any more, they were just a show now to fool the other patrons and her barkeep. Her hands flowing over her scantily dressed chest, her eyes on his pockets. She didn't seem like the kind that would give anything without being paid in advance.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>01-03-2009, 05:12:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Andreas slides a few more Imperials to her. "these are for now, and you will get this once you give me the information." He says as the large denomiation imperial apears out of nowere to twhirl on his fingertip before rolling down into his palm. "Now you know what you need to do to get this imperial my dear. Give it to me.'
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 01:31:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Crawling closer to him, greedily taking the coins and stuffing them in the most secure place she had, right between her 'assets'. Leaning over closer, as if to present the man with some personal attention. Her whispers were barely enough to reach the Inquisitor's ear, but he could clearly read the greed in them. She might not have told him if he didn't offer the added cash. <br><br>"There are a few simple things there, mister. The stuff you are likely not interested in, hookers, private rooms, some of the more depraved stuff happens there. Though there's more, I've seen light coming from beyond the rooms I've been in. Its almost as if the walls know you're there, and there is a dreadful feeling in the air. I wouldn't be surprised if they were doing a great deal of illegal drugs and more there, the fumes sometimes drift along the floor. Though I haven't gone in there myself..." <br><br>Licking her lips again, waiting for her cash to arrive, she crawls even closer, pressing his body to her. "I might go with you, if you want me too." Obviously, if he paid her well enough.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 02:16:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Andreas looks at the woman. "Well I certainly don't think I could get in there by myself. If you do come with me I'm sure I could throw in another of these." He says sliding the large denomination into the woman's cleavage. What he was offering was more than she made in one night normally so he knew she would bite at the opportunity.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SomethingWycked</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 00:57:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dardanos places a restraining hand on the Sororitas' pauldron, and steps forward after the young guardsman asks under what authority he is to allow them to pass. He glances over the young man's insignia and looks him in the eyes.<br><br>"Private, I've always heard good things about your 132nd. You do your unit honor, attending to your duties with such zeal." Dardanos glances towards the older guardsman as well, also giving him a nod, as though he might be responsible for some of the boy's training. Turning his eyes back to the younger one, "But is it not obvious by which authority we demand entry?" He motions to the Sister, and the emblem of her order somewhere on her armor. "The Ecclesiarchy, and their Orders Militant." He pauses, turning slightly to one side to display his Chapter emblem, a white stylized raven on his black pauldron. "The Raven Guard and our Primarch, Corax." Turning a bit more to look back at the Ogryn, Dardanos pauses- the only hole in his little speech as he searches for words. "And... an Ogryn of the Emperor's forces."<br><br>He turns back fully to look at the young guardsman, and assumes his most haughty, arrogant expression. "And we come with all the authority of the Holy Emperor of Mankind." Here, Dardanos rests his hand on the handle of his bolt pistol. "And we are authorized to execute heretics and traitors who refuse to aid His servants." He takes a breath for the finale of his performance: "What say you, private? Are you a good servant of the Emperor?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 01:38:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Imperial guardsman stands uneasy, not liking to be called a heretic for sure. Either he's got something to hide, or he's showing perfectly natural fear for being executed. "I'm no heretic, no sir." He says swallowing a rather uncomfortable chunk down his throat, his gloved hand opening the neck of his shirt some more. His nervous notion and increase of sweat show that death is not something this recruit is interested in. <br>"I'm sure you can pass, you all carry authority..." Whether he made that up not to get shot, or truly believed it didn't matter. Within a few noisy seconds, the door into the complex opened, the guard standing ready to close it once they enter, glad that they'll be gone.<br><br><hr><br>Crawling even closer to Andreas, pressing her fine assets against his chest as her lips found their way to his right earlobe. Another whisper, "Follow me, and look interested..." As she crawled on to him, her finely shaped bottom rubbing his pants, either for show or interest, before she slid off taking his hand, pulling him along to the VIP area. Through the crowded area of the bar, shooting a glance at the barkeep just to let him know what was going on. <br><br>They would be let through, past the guards with just a naughty glance from Andreas' new hooker. There were four doors, one of which had many scars. Either something with lightning claws had done a job on this or it had withstood years of battering and torment from lesser weapons. In any case, this seemed like the perfect place for a foul servant of chaos. She came close to his ear again. "That's the room they go into, I'll be waiting here in case you're coming back..." Biting her lip, she made her way into door number 2, a good alias.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 02:17:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Andreas nods at her and makes his way to the door. After a quick check around he opens it and steps insides steeling his mind against any fould perversions of the warp that may try to attack him. He dosn't pull his weapons just yet instead relying on his digital ones to buy him time if he needs to pull anything.&nbsp; His right hand held a didgital flamer, needler, and las weapon. The same was on his left except it also held a small flash bomb that could be thrown. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SomethingWycked</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 20:39:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dardanos smiles just slightly, nodding a bit at the man. He steps forward, taking his hand off the handle of his bolt pistol to clap the guardsman on the shoulder of his flak armor. "You're a good man, private, and a good servant of the Emperor. Continue doing your duty and you'll make sergeant in no time."<br><br>Taking his hand off the man's shoulder, he turns and looks back at the Sister and Ogryn, and motions to the door- an 'after you' motion if they've ever seen one.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>05-03-2009, 00:10:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sister followed and gave a small nod after the expression, glad that she was not the one who had to put up such a performance. <em>Thank the Order...</em> she thinks to herself as the younger gaurdsman opened up the entry. Once the door behind them closed, she would pull the scanner up and look to it, waving a finger to the direction they would need to head after the objective's assumed position was placed by the scanner's readings.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>07-03-2009, 00:02:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The miraculous uses of digital weapons have often saved the men wise enough to employ them as a security measure, though relying on them instead of regular weapons might be frowned upon by the more traditional Inquisitors. It does however suit a stealthy approach far better. <br><br>The inside of this room looked quite alike the outside of the door. Scratches along the walls, dried blood and all manner of indefinable markings littering the otherwise fine plasteel platings. Voices and murmurs could be heard beyond the empty room, a fake wall barely holding back the screams and moans. Something vile was going on not too far from Inquisitor Andreas, though he still had a ways to go before he could get to the bottom of this.<br><br><hr><br>For the trio of Inquisitor Vailon's retinue, there were few problems. The inside of the imperial guard complex, the governmental palace, was littered with guards patrolling and servitors of all shapes and sizes moving around to fulfill their duties silently. Now that they were inside the complex, no one bothered to ask them who they were, or what they were doing here. At least, not in the hallways. As soon as they came close to the area where auspex scanner told them they could find the reactor, security got tighter. Much, much tighter. <br><br>The direct route towards the reactor room was barred with at least three control points. The first just a few guards who asked for identification and clearance. The second on the other hand, was a few feet thick plasteel door guarded not just by elite kasrkin guardsmen, but also by combat servitors and placed machine-guns. The scanner wouldn't even show the layout of the palace behind this door, its size preventing the scanner's mechanisms to provide data on anything close enough to this level of reactor security. <br><br>There might be other passages, perhaps even less protected ones. Though the scanner showed little else than air-ducts to small for a man to crawl through and energy conduits, which would fry anyone alive. They would have to come up with a plan, and fast. Vailon would not accept failure, in fact, if the governor-general had fallen to chaos, not taking the reactor might cost his life, not to mention that of his retinue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 18:23:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>The air ducts are out of the plan,</em> the sister thinks to herself before checking the vox again. <em>We could probably get away with just cutting one of the lines and taking another after cutting it as well... actually, just cutting one and making our way up would work better... wait... something much easier yet just a little more complicated would suit us.</em> she thinks before looking to the Ogryn and Dardanos, a small smile hidden in the glint of her eye. She leads them away for a good distance and between patrols she informs the two on the plan. "Dardanos, I'm thinking that if we can get to one of the closest surge points then we can sabatoge it and make our way up the line to the generator. If we run into any resistance then we will have to resort to violence to obtain the objective. Think I'm missing anything?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>08-03-2009, 20:10:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Andreas draws his bolt pistol and Rune sword but does not activate the sword just yet. He does however carefully activate the power of chameleon and prenatural awareness to become invisible and to heaighten his awareness of his surroundings. Then he moves over to the fals wall and pushes on it staying where he is as it opens.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 00:00:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The false wall wasn't very technical, the light push of Andreas' hand unhinges it and it falls backwards with a heavy thunk. It isn't much of a problem, the almost ear shattering music, if it could be called that, from below pounces on Andreas' drums the second the heavy metal gives way. It had been doing a fine job of keeping the noise back while it was still in place, though now there was little stopping the sounds from intervening with a quiet night out on the town.<br><br>A couple dozen feet down a cramped little hallway, things would become more problematic. Guards, two of them, stationed with their backs to the Inquisitor for now. Neither of them showing signs of him having been spotted. It was quite odd though, it almost seemed as if they were here to make sure people didn't leave, instead of keeping out uninvited guests. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SomethingWycked</strong> on <strong>09-03-2009, 23:48:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dardanos raises an eyebrow at her, and his eyes drop, glancing over her armor inquisitively. He doesn't bother looking at the Ogryn. "Sister... I don't see the emblem of Mars on your armor.&nbsp; I have not been trained by a Techmarine... short of destroying one of the conduit's ability to carry energy, I wouldn't know what to do- I don't know the prayers of deactivation, and I don't know the control runes for something as complex as these. The only way I'd know how to stop one of the conduits from carrying energy is explosively. Have you been trained by the techpriests of the Omnissiah?"<br><br>He folds one arm across his chest piece, holding onto the elbow of the other arm, its hand lifted to hold his chin in thought. "There can't be only one entrance to the generators. That just doesn't make sense... its almost an impossibility that all supplies, parts, and access all come from one hallway. There has to be another way in- I think we should look for it. It will preserve our ordered stealth, as well. It wouldn't do for the governor to cancel or delay his meeting with Vailon due to a large disturbance in a place as important as this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dready</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 02:20:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Techmarines aren't the only beings who are gifted with the knowledge to dismantel a machine or its spirit," the sister retorts, though stepping back on her words for a moment. "Though I'm glad that you were able to interject an option for the time being. We'll circle around and hope to find an optional pathway inside, though prefferably a possible disruption through the curcuit lines would be most beneficial if no secondary ideals are able to be pulled through successfully."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 20:53:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Andreas slowly moved up on the two guards reconcealing his weapons. He crooks his fingers at both guards sending needles into thir neck, needels that were loaded with a highly suggestive poison. Sometimes he needed to suggest things and he couldn't use a mental push. "you two will listen to me. I work here. I'm the new head of security and I want to know what goes on sown here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 01:18:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Suggestive poisoning wasn't common, even for an Inquisitor to come by it would prove hard. Andreas had better look after keeping his equipment on a tight leash, otherwise he might end up running out of nifty tricks at a bad time. <br>It did its work though, the guards looked back somewhat drowsily, scratching the back of their necks simultaneously. <br>"Eh, yes, sir, boss. Down here we tend to some of the more strange client's needs. We're here to make sure nothing goes out, no man, no woman, no beast." The two looked at Andreas with blank eyes, toxins like this were potent in their task, but left their targets rather useless for anything not suggested. <br><br>The Inquisitor could hear both moans and screams coming from further on. Unearthly sounds that could not be uttered by a man. Though the foul stench of chaos, was not overly apparent. If this was a heretic operation instead of just a deviant hole of perverted men, then it was well hidden.<br><br><hr><br>Right now, the trio of Inquisitorial henchmen had to actually find a better way if they wanted to avoid charging through a huge amount of soldiers and automated weaponry to get to the reactor rooms. They'd managed to get this far into the complex with just the use of their appearance and rightful authority, though the reactor room was off limits to them who had no business there. Vailon had not lent them his Inquisitorial seal, meaning they had to look for the best way to the reactor core on their own. How and where they were going to search for that, would prove to vital for their options.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SomethingWycked</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 03:48:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dardanos nods at her. "Agreed. If we can't find a secondary route, we may have to resort to a diversion. Lets move- time is of the essence..." He leaves it completely open to the others whether they will follow him or split up to cover more ground. He sets off at a brisk walk- a walk with a <em>purpose</em>, settling very naturally into the demeanor of the Emperor's Authority in an attempt to dissuade all but the most determined of guards asking questions. <br><br>Mentally he's tracing an outline map of the place, to get an idea of where the secondary entrances might be as well as where he is in relation. He'll be using that to pick his direction and attempt corrections when it appears he's not moving in the right direction. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 04:28:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dardanos would slowly become aware that the reactor room was circular. With one major entrace, the one they had noticed was heavily guarded. However, there were more than one, they were simply not in use. Coming up to a simply stunningly large door on his path, Dardanos had found the pathway the Leman Russ tanks used to drive in through the huge hallways that were now cluttered with boxes and temporary structures. They might even have fitted a Baneblade tank in here, if careful enough. <br><br>The big problem though, was that this door was sealed. And right now nothing was going through, in or out. Someone ,or something, who knew the rites of activation would be able to let them in through here. Though finding someone that could do this, was rather hard. The sheer size of the reactor room had led the team astray, the space marine scout would notice, there were more entrances, just not on the visible portion of the map. This place was huge, and all the heavy duty reinforced concrete and plasteel blockades kept the auspex from getting a good reading.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 05:25:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Andreas walks past the guards and slowly down the tsairs his hands hidden in his coat ready to draw his weapons if nessary. He looks and acts like he belongs there as he slowly makes his way down the stairs surveying the scene below him .
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SomethingWycked</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 14:59:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dardanos knew that the chrono was ticking, and so moved with a purpose. He would check the immediate area, and perhaps one room distant from it, for someone who had the knowledge or ability to open the door. Should he find one, events would be obvious.<br><br>If not, he'd return to circling the chamber looking for another way in, since there had to be more. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 23:55:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There seemed to be no techpriests or engineseers around at this time, all of them must be working on other parts of this great facility. The door looked like it hadn't opened in years, possibly decades. Though it was kept in reasonably good condition. The rites of activation must be incredibly complex for such a large construction, and though it would likely be possible to get a techpriest to open it, they may pose questions as to why. After all, this lead directly into the generator room. <br><br>Both the Sister of Battle and the Ogryn weren't in the large hallway yet, and the trio would surely have to work together to get this to work. If they didn't get into that generator room soon, it might be too late. And the life of their Inquisitor may be on the line.<br><br><hr><br>Inquisitor Andreas would find something horrible. A vile nest of debased men and women, doing things that no mortal should be seen doing. There was liquor, drugs, bloody parts of half eaten animals. They were killing defenceless creatures, smearing themselves in the blood. Some of them were clearly aroused, naked, fornicating in a puddle of blood and gore. It was sickening to look at, though the Inquisitor had likely seen worse. The bad part about this was, that it wasn't necessarily connected to any chaos movement. Heretics like this often didn't even realise what they were doing, though if he wanted to keep up appearances, he would have to join in sooner or later. There were few men with their clothing still on... 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Corrupting the Warp   -   [Warhammer 40k] [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Paladin</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 17:48:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Inquisitor whitefire continues to stroll through the vile den making notes here and there as he moved deeper. He moved as if he had a purpose as if he worked in the palce even as he searched for the source of what could be causeing this disgusting behavior.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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