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posted August 23, 2011 06:51 AM |
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Kiel looked Mac up and down again, "Indeed I am. Tell me, detective, are we going in to kill all those who look even slightly suspicious, or isn't our mission one of reconnaissance, stealth and precision shooting only if necessary? I'd suggest losing the small army if this is the case."
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posted August 23, 2011 07:58 AM |
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Mac felt a bit offended "Well you do not look all that unprepared yourself, judging by the armour and equipment. Besides, this is just an emergency precaursion." Mac looked over himself "If I had time to scout out the estate on before-hand, then I would probably have found a way I could infiltrate it without having to risk shooting someone. However we're short on time, the terrain is unfamiliar, and I doubt showing up saying "Hi, I'm the stand-in butler you ordered when Billy had to call in sick." Right?" Mac shrugged. "Thing is, my backpack can keep my armour in it as well if I pack it carefully, should I decide against having my armour, but until we're planet-side with clear info on whether we have time to scout or not, I'm planning on keeping it on me.
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posted August 23, 2011 08:05 AM |
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Kiel looked at the weapons. "And the chainsword...? Besides, I don't plan to be seen or anywhere I could be spotted. My job is to keep the Inquisitor and his lady safe. Since you seem to be planning on taking the inside, that leaves me the outside and floors you are not currently on." Kiel gave Mac another glance, "Hmm, perhaps a bodyguard..."
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posted August 23, 2011 06:24 PM |
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"Hmm? Bodyguard? It could work. Hmmm. I hate going into spontan missions without gathering any front intel." Mac said annoyed before sighing "That's life I guess. No use complaining over the way stuff turns out."
Mac took his backpack off again and opened it. He unstrapped the chainsword from his belt and replaced it with the auspex scanner in the backpack. "Now, I know for sure that I'll keep the bolt pistol. I also know that I won't take the chestplate off. Now most of the other armour pieces are hidden beneath my longcoat, but it might be wise to remove them and replace them with some form of camouflage, but that depends on a lot of factors." Mac sighed and took off his gauntlets "But I should remove the pieces that can be see outside of my longcoat." Mac looked around in the room "Do you think we'll even come back up here? To this ship I mean." Mac heard a paranoid hushed voice in the back of his head "Now we won't you idiot. Why do you think we have to pack everything in the backpack? You know just as well as me that you can never return to a spot you've already been at, else they will catch you!" Mac scratched his head before mumbling to himself "I'm no longer on Ra V. And this is not an Ordo Xenos inquisitior I'm following." "So shut up!" Mac finished in his head.
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posted August 23, 2011 11:02 PM |
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Horrace gulped down the last of his recaf and excused himself. He headed to the flier bay and gave the mug he recieved his recaf in earlier to a passing crewman.
Once there, he saw his pilot lounging against the nose of his craft. The pilot snapped to attention as soon as he spotted Horrace.
"Is my craft ready for takeoff?" Horrace asked.
"Yes...eh, no....eh that is to say." the pilot stumbled over his words.
"Spit it out."
"I did not expect you back so soon, I need to go through my pre-flight routine. But that should only take about two minutes or so, sir."
"Do it."
The pilot sprang into action.
"Did the techpriest have anyhting to say about the ship?" Horrace asked, more to pass the time than something else.
"Not much. The Priest of the Battleship take good care of our fleet. He did mention something about replacing the Heavy Bolter with an Autocannon, to please the spirit of the ship. But I need special permission from one of our own priests to do something like that." The pilot replied. Meanwhile Horrace climbed into the passenger compartement.
"I'm ready when you are, soldier."
"Where are we headed, sir?"
"Our original destination, Capitol Spire on Ares Prime."
"Very well, sir. Ready for takeoff."
With that the Lander hovered gently out of the bay.
During the flight, Horrace remembered that he still carried the sealed orders he recieved ealier today.
He pulled the container out of his coat and looked at it. The container was sealed, as was to be expected. And seeing how the Inquisitor was in the system now, now was as good a time as any to open the container. The scroll itself was plain parchment paper. It contrasted well with the incredibly ornate seal that held it together. Upon breaking, the unfurled scroll contained a short paragraph.
"To the Imperial Guard Liaison,
My name is High Lord Inquisitor Omega. I know you have been assigned to assist my Inquisitor in his investigation. One of our own went missing awhile back and I have not entirely ruled out that Inquisitor Deza has not had a hand in it. I want someone watching the watchman. I want you to keep an eye on him and alert me if you discover any evidence of heresy. Do not confront him if you discover anything. Contact me directly. I can be contacted at..."
The scroll flashed the information briefly and within two seconds, the paper self-immolated, leaving ashes in the Commissar-Captain's hands. Horrace had quickly memorised the data. He pulled out a data slate, noted the information and encrypted it three times over with three different keys.
Horrace mulled over the message briefly. He decided what he would do.
"We're stopping at the Unrelenting before we head to Ares. And open the vox-controlls in my Compartement."
"Yes sir."
Horrace had the vox make contact with the Unrelenting and specifically the supply corps officer in charge of the section where his quarters were.
"This is Commissar-Captain Horrace Eggidio. I want someone to go into my quarters, find my Dress Uniform and have it cleaned, I want my medals, insignias and boots polished to a shine. I want someone to take my ceremonial sabre and Bolt Pistol and have those cleaned, checked and polished." Horrace made a little calculation of how long it would take the lander to reach the bay. "And I want it done and ready for me in 45 minutes. When I step out of the lander, I want a dressing screen ready for me in the landing bay. Furthermore I need a sturdy trunk to store my battlegear and my regular uniforms. With my regular uniforms already in the trunk. Lastly I want all my other belongings packed for spacetravel and ready to be picked up at moment's notice. Understood?"
"Yessir!"
"Good."
Horrace broke the voxline and made a new connection to Capitol Spire.
"This is Commissar-Captain Horrace Eggidio. I want to speak with Lord Commissar Krieglust."
"I'm verry sorry, sir. He ordered not to be disturbed." the vox-operator on the other side said.
"I don't care. Put me through to him."
"But sir..."
"GUARDSMAN, IF YOU DO NOT PUT ME IN CONTACT WITH THE LORD COMMISSAR, I WILL COME AND SHOOT YOU FOR DISSOBEYING A DIRECT ORDER MYSELF! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!"
"Yessir. Putting you through to Lord Commissar's office."
There was some static on the line before it was answered again.
"You better have a damn good reason to disturb me, Eggidio." Krieglust said on the other side.
"I have, mylord. It concerns Governour Sprat's party tonight."
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posted August 24, 2011 06:05 AM |
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Governor Sprat's Palace, Ares Prime
377.695.M41
Governor Alexander Sprat liked, more than anything, to throw a party. He was born a noble and liked to show off his status at any given opportunity. He had a reputation for throwing the grandest of balls and it was not only considered foolish to not attend, but a personal insult to the governor. Where some governors might find it foolish to amass the sectors wealthiest and most powerful individuals during mass uprisings, Governor Sprat was not deterred. The uprisings would be dealt with in due time and he did not appreciate being intimidated.
Many citizens often joked (in private) that Governor Sprat did not know what the word "modest" meant. His enormous palace dwarfed every other building in the sector, inducing Ecchlesiary structures and Ministorum buildings. The entire building was constructed from a rare, durable, and astronomically expensive black marble flowing with golden ribbons. The thousand windows adorning the palace were constructed of a similarly durable and ludicrously expensive glass-like substance mined on a moon in a foreign sector. The palace grounds were surrounded by exotic plants and flora imported from all over the galaxy to rest in soil specifically terraformed to accommodate such specimens. Old and ornate sculptures littered palace grounds, boldly showing off their expense to those looking. The entire palace was a shrine to opulence. The palace had no rivals and was dubbed the "Jewel of Ares" by the Governor awhile back.
Such ostentatious displays of wealth, as Governor Sprat knew, attracted the rich and powerful. Even on nights when he did not throw an affair, the Governor was greeted by anyone who was anyone. He possessed countless friends in high places and liked to remind everyone of that fact whenever he got the chance.
Guests started appearing around just after sunset. Nobles, businessmen, members of the Ecchlesiary, members of the Ministorum, and other powerful members arrived in expensive vehicles of all kinds. They laughed and joked as they walked toward the palace's grand gates. Hundreds of the governor's personal security stood at full attention, dressed in thick, red carapace armor and carrying foreign and very dangerous looking weapons. Clearly the governor was not about to take any chances with his ill-timed event.
The interior of the palace was even more luxurious than the exterior. Extravagant murals decorated the foyer, depicting the various conquests of Ares's nobility. Paintings hung with the murals, quietly watching the incoming guests with dull interest. Smaller statues, vases, and other sculptures leaned up against the wall, ready to impress the casual observer. The guards were also stationed inside, doing their best impression of stoic red statues holding advanced weaponry.
Servants were everywhere, keen to engage the quests and rushing to accommodate the smallest whim. They carried rare delicacies imported from around the sector and the governor's own renowned vintage and other spirits. Clearly the governor was sparing no expense. In fact, it could be said the governor was not concerned with money at all given the state of his sector. Some of Governor Sprat's more outspoken critics often associated him with an ancient Terran ruler who strummed an instrument while his city burned to ashes.
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You drink my blood and drown
Wrath and raving I will not stop
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posted August 26, 2011 01:21 PM |
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Edited by Azagal at 13:34, 26 Aug 2011.
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Dorian was a better driver than exspected, then he again he seemed to enjoy his new little toy. As the representativ of the Hephaestus Mon weapon manufacturing conglomerate it had been easy for him to get his hands on a Jaguar. Aptly named for it's speed and elegance it was basically a extensively tricked out Salamandre Scout lighttank. When Dorian had presented him with all the "goodies" he had wanted to integrate a regular vehicule would have proven a bit difficult accomodation wise and besides Adrian Gret made his money with War in all its forms he wouldn't pass up a chance to show off. The interior which had once been strictly functional was now a mini lounge with exspensive silk couches and drink coolers seeing to the passengers wellbeing. The hatch was still there but mostly to give the vehicle a martial look than for functionality. It would be below dignified for the rich and powerful to climb a latter, so there was an integrated reinforced plasteel door on the left side of the vehicle. As far as firepower went the Jaguar was officially nothing not worthy as it wasn't designed for combat but while Dorian had shown him some of his "improvements" he had no doubt that this thing could dish out an infernal ammount of firepower. Hopefully he wouldn't have to find out just yet.
Alexander wasn't unneccesarily concerned but found it difficult to find his usual calm. This was his troops first mission and it'd show their mettle. They had prepared better than could have been expected in the short ammount of time Alexander had given them but still... oh well they'd just have to see how things went.
The Jaguar came to a halt. Turning on the cameras fitted outside the hull Alexander got a view of all sides of the vehicle on 4 small screens that smartly lowered out of their polished wood compartments in the ceiling. They were at the checkpoint that lead into the immense complex the Governor with the governors personal security force standing infront of the vehicle.
"Inquisitor we might have a little problem" Dorians voice came from a voxspeaker that had been fitted somewhere in the passenger compartment but was not to be found.
"Don't worry I'll take care of it, just smile. Oh and also you should really start to refer to me as "Sir Gret" now, we wouldn't want all this dressing up to go to waste would we? Open the door"
"Of course Sir Gret."
Almost without a sound the door slid open and Alexander stepped out with an annoyed look on his face.
"Who's in charge here? What's the hold up?"
A young man in full armor stepped to him from the front of the tank "I am in charge of this Checkpoint sir and I'll have to check your vehicle before you can proceed. There are to be no weapons on the governors compound"
"Well your Hellgun doesn't look that harmless. I'm pleased to see it's on of our models" he gave him his most winning smile.
The guard didn't find the remark funny at all, Alexander couldn't blame him.
"Now please sir step aside"
"Listen, I am Adrian Gret of the Mon weapon manufacturing conglomerate here on Govenor Sprats personal invitation. Imagine how silly I would look if I were late. I give you my word of honor that this just looks menacing I'm just a big of a showoff" he laughed indulgently.
"I understand Sir and I mean no offence but we will have to proceed. We'll be quick." now all the humor vanished from his Alexanders face. He sighed and gave the trooper a disappointed look. With a voice devoid of more patience he said "Look ..." he gave skimmed the troopers name tag "Adrius Gehmatal" "Look lieutanent Gematl" intentionally mispronouncing his name " put yourself in my position. Wouldn't be embarresing for me to keep the Govenor waiting and then have to tell him that I'm late because you kept me here? And why? Because you would not take the word of honor of one of Sprats personal guests?" Adrius looked increasingly uncomfortable. He probably hadn't held this rank for long. "My friend Sprat isn't know for his patience and neither am I lieutanent. So unless you want to find yourself in a penal legion on your way to the Eye tomorrow I suggest you let me proceed now."
Pearls of sweat were forming on Adrius forhead now but still defiant he retorted "Are you theatening me Sir? I am still part of the gove...."
"What difference does it make?" Alexander interupted him. He smiled at the trooper again "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm almost late" he entered the Jaguar without further comment.
"Get us moving Dorian" and with that the improved Salamander rolled through the maze of fortifications and beautiful greenery up to the governors palance uninterupted.
"Sorry for the slight interruption where was I?" he picked up a dataslate he was studying on his way there "Ah yes. There are a few individuals that are of particular interest to me on this party.
Most importantly we have Joaquin Zerthman he is the representative of Ares own respectable weapons industry. Their numbers are off... losing an deal as important as the one I am here to represent should have hit them hard and while they've suffered the numbers seem awefully artifical and inaccurate. They probably didn't expect to not get the deal... they are making money from somewhere and we need to find out where it's coming from. So keep your eyes open for him. The primary objective is get as much info on the Ol'Tan as possible. Horrace can keep us up to date on the Imperial Guard and uprising situation we should utilize the informality of this event to get as much "unofficial" information as possible." The vehicle ground to a slow halt and as Alexander check the cameras he was pleased to see that this time there had arrived at the main entrace of the facility.
He sent a quick signal to Kiel and Mac to check whether they were in position, both keeping vox sillence and only sending a short affirmative signal.
Exiting the vechile he offered Anya a hand and was pleased to see that the army of servants attending to coming guests and offering drinks tried their best to not look too directly at her. Most were failing. Karl came last keeping a respectful distance to his masters, he knew the drill for these occassions already.
He gave the sligthly nervous Anya his most reassureing smile before locking her arm under his and strideing confidently into the beehive of activity that was the governors estate.
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"All I can see is what's in front of me. And all I can do is keep moving forward" - The Heir Wielder of Names, Seeker of Thrones, King of Swords, Breaker of Infinities, Wheel Smashing Lord
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posted August 26, 2011 03:00 PM |
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Horrace was quite pleased with himself.
He had managed to persuade Krieglust to still his hand for tonight, admittedly the inquisitors presence and his request not to have the party disturbed had been the selling point. And he with Col. Sherman of the 477th had arranged an entrance worthy of a a high lord. And as suspect as some of the things Sherman had acces to were, they were a matter of a different time.
Horrace was seated inside a Valkyrie that was attached to the 41th Terrax and with him were 20 troopers in dress uniform and Col. Sherman in an immaculate and official but not quite dress uniform. Fitting enough, since Horrace was the senior here. And if Sprat wanted opulence, then by the Golden Throne, opulence is what he would get. But the way Horrace had it planned, there would be no mistake who was in charge here.
"We'll be landing in 2 minutes, sirs." The pilot spoke over the coms. Horrace could see the gubernatorial palace from the air. It was a good thing there was such a large terrace behind the palace and that the ballroom, where at least most the party would be held, had a great view of that terrace. There was it that the Valyrie would set down.
With howling engines, the Valyrie set down on the terrace. This would attract the attention of anyone inside, and if not, then what would come would. The pilot had set the Valyrie down perfectly, with the backramp facing the palace.
When the backramp had opened, two Guardsmen in dress uniform with voxcasters on their backs marched to the windowed doors that opened to the ballroom. Over the loud-hailer of their Voxes played a regimental march from one of the empires of Ancient Earth. The soldiers marched perfectly to the tune of the ancient music, one of the few pieces that had survived to this day. When they arrived they opened the doors.
Behind them came two more guardsmen, these were also marching to the tune and were rolling out a large red carpet between them.
Behind these four came the remaining 16 guardsmen two at a time, again marching to the music. Each one of them carrying an orante but fully functional lasgun, enough to make the holder of a Vostroyan Heirloom gun green with envy. Each one of the guns had a long stock of the finest engraved wood, with inlays of precious metals. And instead of a bayonet, every gun had a fine gladius attached. These Guardsmen stopped at even intervalls between the aircraft and the palace, creating a row of honor guard alongside the carpet. Each on of them standing at attention.
Finally, Horrace stepped out of the aircraft, with Col. Sherman a step behind him. With martial grace, the officers marched up to the palace to the music. The light from the palace made the gold braid and medals on Horrace' uniform gleam, his greatcoat fluttering behind him like a sleaved cloak.
As the officeres passed them, the honor guard raised their guns and fired a cracking salute shot. Before returning to standing at attention. The Guardsmen would be standing there beside the carpet for the rest of night, untill Horrace and Sherman left.
As Horrace entered the ballroom, nearly everyone present was staring at him. Some with less shame than others. It made Horrace smile, this was exactly what he had intended. He took a deep breath and spoke in a loud voice.
"Governour Sprat, Aresian Elite and other Partyguests, rejoice! For today, you have been honoured with a visit of the Emperor's Finest. We are here to honour you and the work you all have made to be the best you could be to the Imperium. We are here to show you, that we, the men of the Imperial Guard, are not here to oppress you. But here to keep you safe. Safe from the vile scum that would undo the Imperium and throw off the blessing of the God-Emperor.
So to all ye here assembled, I say this. Rejoice, make merry and forget your troubles! For we, the Hammer of the Emperor, will stand guard! Ever Vigilant!"
Some people began to applaud and soon enough the applause turned into an ovation. Horrace gave the applauding crowd a crisp salute and Col. Sherman followed suit.
"Your spectacle impressed the people." Sherman whispered.
"As expected. Now remember, we're here to show that we're not unreasonable people. But also that we are the ones in charge. And I needn't remind you, that we stand over the PDF troopers here as a Titan towers over a Sentinel." Horrace answered.
"Of course. I suggest we get ourselves a drink."
"Excelent idea."
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gnomes2169
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posted August 26, 2011 11:51 PM |
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Kiel liked his new position. Not only did the ledge give him the maximum cover, but it also gave him the maximum view that he could obtain while keeping hidden. From here, he could cover every floor of the manor with his rifle and scope. For now, he saw only the idiots who called themselves nobles wasting their resources in a frivolous display of incompetence. Most were too blank-faced or vacant around the eyes to be anything more than the reveling dolts they appeared to be. Except for maybe that loudmouth who had entered before, none of the people inside were suspicious. Settling into place, Kiel continued to look through the mob of fools and prepared for a long night.
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posted August 29, 2011 05:46 PM |
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Entering the great bankethall a wave of music, different aromas from the buffet and noise from the multitude of conversations rolled over them.
"Dorian park our car somewhere close but see whether you can get a good look at the complex before you park." he broke the link without waiting for a reply.
Satisfied with the ammount of attention his unmodest form of transportation had attracted he strode confidently into the mist of the hall grabbing two flutes of amasec for Anya and himself, Karl was his scribe and as such didn't get to share the pleasure of this fine vintage. He had no idea whether Anya liked it or had even tried Amasec before since very few Sisters of the Ordos seemed as open to the pleasures of our universe as Valina had been but she had proven to be a fast learner if her regicide skills were any indication.
He quickly made his through the throng of people and excused himself from other merchants at the party who while not knowing who he was realized what the Hephaestus Mon weapon manufacturing conglomerate pin he was wearing stood for. Adrian Gret was no small player at this party. He still hadn't heard from Horrace whether Kriegslust was going to shut the party down so he intended to make the most of his time here. For now he had to find Joaquin Zerthman and Sprat. Finding Spart would be easy he'd obviously be somewhere where he was clearly visible and making a spectacle of himself. But finding Zerthman could be needlessly complicated in this horde of people.
Almost imperceptibly he signalled Mac "Get me a fix on where Joaquin Zerthman is as soon as you've accessed the security net. Make it quick. Also check whether the security net is picking up anything unusual outside." he doubted that Kiel would do anything but a perfect job of concealing himself but it never hurt to be sure.
Waiting for the reply of Mac would take a while so in the meantime he intended to get away from the merchants wanting to leech of his influence. Thankfully the crowd was getting somewhat clearer since someone was making quite the entrance on the terrase...was that an regimental march he was hearing? Then he saw the solution to his problems. The dancefloor.
"Anya would you care to join me for a dance?" it was obivously a rhetorical question and considering the cold look she gave him she knew all too well. She was clearly not too comfortable with the Inquisitor teasing her and there was most likely hell to pay later. The operational word in the thought being later for now Alexander would enjoy himself a little.
Grinning at her in undisguised amuesement he took her hand and let her onto the dancefloor. Leaving the slightly confused Karl who was immediatly beset by the merchants who had wanted to talk to Adrian Gret.
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posted September 01, 2011 02:38 PM |
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As the applause died down, Horrace made for what looked like the bar. It was at the other side of the ballroom and it was the only place, other than the hands of the guests, where full drinks were visible. The servants that walked around were all carrying trays of empty glasses.
Getting there proved slightly more difficult than he had expected. Many people wanted to shake his hand, admire his gleaming array of medals or suck up to him in other ways. And if it weren't for their purpose here and the fact that Sherman was accosted himself, he would have rebuked Sherman for snickering at his "misfortune". Horrace thought he spotted the Inquisitor on the dancefloor with his Sister escort, but with the throngs of people blocking his vission he could not be sure.
When he finally made his way to the bar, Horrace noticed that not only were they giving out drinks, but also supplying the partyguests with mild legal narcotics like tobacco, lho-sticks and penshel seeds. There was no mistaking that Sprat had spared no expense on the drinks either, not only was there wine and spirits like amasec, they also served Tanith Sacra and the even more expensive and hard to get by Theosophist's Philtre. The Philtre Horrace would not have recognised, were it not for the Ratling Tankgunner that he served under him, who scrounged up two bottles for him, to get back on his good side. An effort which was both admirable in it's tenacity and resourcefulness and worthy of a demotion and a beating for it's audacity and blatant disregard for the rules.
"One Churchill cigar and a Theosophist's Philtre!" Horrace called out in a commanding voice. Sherman was able to order for himself once he made his own way to the bar, as he seemed more inclined to suffer the sucking up to.
"The Philtre is only for the more...<gulp>" the servant paused when he saw who had ordered. "Certainly, would you require a light for your cigar sir...?"
"Sir Commissar, thank you kindly." Horrace said with a wolfish grin as the servant lit his cigar.
Horrace wasn't a habitual smoker, not anymore. He started on lho-sticks when he was with the Cadian 412th on Lorn V, not in part becauss smoking helped not having your lips frozen off on that Emperorforsaken iceball. However he stopped again when he was assigned to the Armageddon 42th Armoured, as smoking inside a Leman Russ was hazzardous to more than just your lungs. Still at times like this, when on 'social missions' an on leave, he enjoyed a cigar now and again.
After taking a few puffs of his cigar, Horrace took a sip of his beer-like drink. And near immediatly he felt his head less foggy, the mind clearing effect of the drink was both a boon and a curse, because this drink was still alcoholic and caused drunkeness.
A man approached him, who introduced himself as Ectar Lemmanns the head of the Ares Mons mining corporation. The man inquired how his company was able to meet his quota when the Imperial Guard and PDF had siezed his mining explosives. Horrace dutifully and patiently explained that all complaints and requests had to be directed to the nearest office of de Imperial Guard, that there was likely a sollution to be found, that in the given situation it would be a risk to allow explosives to remain in the hands of civilians, that he was not here to play favors, before he excused himself.
Horrace wanted to see if it was the inquisitor he had spotted on the dancefloor and set out on what proved another difficult journey through the throng of guests.
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posted September 02, 2011 01:43 AM |
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Anya silently aquiesced as Deza took her hand and led her out onto the dancefloor. Other guests moved out of their way as Deza flamboyantly swooped Anya into his arms, pulled her close to him and spun her round, much to the delight of the guests watching.
Those who had begun to recognise the Inquisitor as 'Gret' sycophantically applaud every move and swoop and Deza played to the crowd, ending with a showy move where he ducked Anya almost to the black marbled floor and then held her tantialisingly close, their lips almost touching for a flourishing finale. Then after twirling her back to her feet, he dashingly kissed her hand and bowed to the applauding crowd, a massive grin on his face.
Anya curtseyed to Deza and smiled at him, playing her role as his adoring companion. But it was with considerable relief when Deza lead her from the dancefloor, "but please, no more amasec", she thought.
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Meroe is definetely out, sweet
as she sounds sometimes, she'd
definetely castrate you with a
rusted razror and forcefeed
your genitals to you in a
blink of an eye - Kipshasz
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posted September 02, 2011 03:25 AM |
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Karl was in no way armoured or armed as he was but a lowly scribe on this occasion and he did what he did the very best: keep the unimportant people occupied and highly entertained, while keeping an eye out. Karl himself wasn't much of a charming man. He could be rather dull sometimes and sometimes even he couldn't muster to bring the energy to care about subjects that people REALLY needed to bring up to whomever Deza was impersonating as at the time, even though he totally could if he tapped into his gift. His gift, however, was not to be used to manipulate himself, at least not in such superficial matters, for he could lose control over himself, if he indulged in it too often.
No, Karl was liked and entertaining for a very subtle manifestation of it. It wasn't even conscious, but just a slight sense of ease came over to those whom Karl deemed important to occupy and he always knew just the right moment to pick up on some incredibly boring joke or to ask follow-up questions to show his interest with a reserved smile. In the mean time he was keeping his eyes out, as always. On the other hand, he was really curious about what Anya was feeling, for some vague reason. It would be really easy, too. He couldn't enter specific thought and nuanced opinion, but that wasn't important in most cases, as long as he could get the general idea. However, he'd feel that he'd violate some rule or other if he would read the people he works with.
Anyway, he stayed and chatted with merchants. He even managed to find a dashing rogue or two who were down on their luck and knew they could make it, if they just had a small windfall, you know? So could they please pass on to mister Gret this and that? If he was less professional he would talk to these more interesting merchants all night.
He had also noticed the komissar (who hadn't, really?) but deliberately didn't even try to find his position, since, of course, discretion is the better part of valour.
In idle moments, when some merchant was talking about regional trading laws for instance, he caught himself remembering the first time he went along with Deza, after which he was told that scribes shouldn't be two steps behind their employers at all times. He managed to smile just in time with some dark joke about trade losses incurred by Tyrrhanids.
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OmegaDestroyer
Hero of Order
Fox or Chicken?
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posted September 02, 2011 09:04 PM |
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Governor Sprat's Palace, Ares Prime
377.695.M41
By Order of the God Emperor's Most Holy Inquisition, this record has been expunged.
-Lord High Omega
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The giant has awakened
You drink my blood and drown
Wrath and raving I will not stop
You'll never take me down
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War-overlord
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted September 02, 2011 09:39 PM |
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The music had died down before Horrace had managed to reach the dance floor. Wading through the throngs was something he wasn't used to anymore. Not to mention that he was used to lay about the masses with a sword and pistol, not just get through with a drink he was trying not to spill or a cigar he was trying not to break or poke people with. And, yes, he was carrying a parade-sabre and an ornate Boltpistol, but using these would be counterproductive to say the least.
So when the music stopped, so did Horrace's effort to get through the masses. If that had been the inquisitor he had spotted, he would be joining the crowd now.
Horrace took a swig of his Philtre.
"My! Those are an awefull lot of medals. You must have quite the war-record, sir." A young debutante said as she approached Horrace. She was slightly flushed in the cheeks, likely due to the nearly empty glass of amasec in her hands. "How long have you served in the army, sir."
"Young lady, I have served the Emperor in the Imperial guard for more than 40 years."
"You know, my brother joined the Imperial Guard two years ago. He said he'd write us, but we never recieved any letters from him."
"A guardsman's duty is heavy and the days we make are long, there is little time left once we've eaten and caught up our sleep. But I have no doubt, your brother does what he can to keep his promise. And intergalactic mail suffers from massive backlog as we all know." Horrace explain patiently as he took a puff from his cigar.
"Say, you don't happen to know my brother do you?" she asked, a hint of desperation in her voice.
"Young lady, I don't know your name, nor your brother's. And even if I did, I have served with many men from many planets in my years, but never with the Ares Legions. Say, you do not happen to know where the Governour is, do you?" Horrace tried changing the subject.
The debutante thought for a bit, "If he's not in the front hall, greeting guest, I wouldn't know. But I'd bet his personal secretary would. Viscount Monteglass, now he's easy to find. He's a realy fat man,<giggle>, I'd bet he's near the buffet in the other room if he hasn't finished it yet. You can't miss him, he's realy fat, he's wearing a blue brocade jacket and had a thin pencil moustache."
"Thank you kindly." Horrace said, "And I'll look out for your brother, if he's as helpfull as you, he'll go far."
Horrace left the girl with a smile, and perhaps a little more hope. Onward to the buffet, with perhaps a slight detour to the bar. The glasses they served the drinks in were rather small.
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Vote El Presidente! Or Else!
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B-E-T-A
Promising
Legendary Hero
Guess Who is Back?
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posted September 02, 2011 10:33 PM |
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Before the group had departed for the planet, Mac had remembered that he was traveling with an inquisitor, on an inquisitorial mission, which gave him a lot of resources he usually did not have. So he had decided that impersonating a reserve waiter would be no problem.
A quick change from the carpace armour to a waiter suit and a small hacking later would make sure that the party would suddenly include another waiter not originally hired by anyone in the governor mansion.
Down planet side Mac had packed his bag with his weapons and armor in the back of the car Dorian was suppose to drive inquisitor Deza to the party with before setting off to join the party through the back door.
Well inside, Mac took a board of glasses and started walking around acting out his role until he could silently and unnoticed slip away to find a nice quiet spot from where he could hack the security system.
After awhile Mac had access and he sent the signal for him being in position.
"Get me a fix on where Joaquin Zerthman is as soon as you've accessed the security net. Make it quick. Also check whether the security net is picking up anything unusual outside."
"Very well boss." Mac thought to himself, "damned it had been long since he had been on an inquisitorial mission." Mac thought back and started counting the times he had worked for an inquisitor "This makes it the sixth time I've worked for an Inquisitor, doesn't it? Well, fourth time I've worked with Inquisitorial resources as the first time was more convinience than anything and last time I had to infilitrate a chaos cu-...No let's not go down that thought line." Mach shuddered at the thought of his last mission for the Ordo Hereticus Inquisitor that originally had "recruited" him to an inquisitorial mission.
Mac's searching around the room paid off "Zerthman is in the eastern corner by the dance floor, he is talking to some people. Nobles or richfolks by the look of it. Yeah, it's kind of generic but there." Mac said over the comm.
"Now, for the outside..."
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There is no good or evil, only madness. The question is "Just how mad are you?"
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DagothGares
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
No gods or kings
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posted September 02, 2011 11:26 PM |
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"Oh, wow, look at that: darkness at night. Don't that just beat all." Karl whispered.
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gnomes2169
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Duke of the Glade
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posted September 02, 2011 11:30 PM |
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Fortunately, the darkness didn't matter to night vision. Kiel kept hidden, invisible, and scanned the yard. Nothing. Meh. Turning it off, he zoomed in on the mansion's second floor and began scanning the mob of reveling glutinous...
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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OmegaDestroyer
Hero of Order
Fox or Chicken?
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posted September 05, 2011 10:09 PM |
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Governor Sprat's Palace, Ares Prime
377.695.M41
The evening's festivities were truly a sight to behold. Governor's Sprat excelled at displaying his wealth, influence, and power. Administrators, priests, arbites; everyone was enthralled by the Governor's grand gala. The jubilant mood was infectious and even the most sober of preachers could be seen with a faint, albeit fleeting, smile. It was truly amazing how well the Governor was able to relieve the populace's fears during this tumultuous time. Perhaps it was the exotic foods and vintage wine, the flowing dances and hypnotic music, or even the company that kept everyone's fear at bay.
Or perhaps it was Sprat's personal guard that kept people relaxed. A closer inspection would reveal Sprat's men were armed considerably with exotic weaponry and heavy armor. Some carried large guns, three-barreled and belt-fed, so heavy special power servos were installed into their armor to assist with holding the weapons. Others were armed with vicious pole-axes tipped with a large barrel. The captains all carried strange pistols, studded with glowing blue crystals that hummed quietly, and some variant of a power sword. The crimson carapace armor was branded with Sprat's heraldry and looked quite capable of keeping his guards standing in a protracted. Truly only a fool would attempt to assault the governor in his home. Then again, only a fool would think it wise to confront Governor Sprat directly.
As his guests were accustomed to, the Governor arrived to the party much later than most. He had completely missed the Commissar's calculated entrance, nor was he aware of the Inquisitor's presence. When he finally did enter the room, the orchestra abruptly halted their, current waltz and begun playing a loud, purposeful piece personally chosen by the Governor to be played any time he entered a party. While he appeared to be in his mid-70s, his physical appearance did not match the description General Bronn provided. Those who had never seen the governor in person stopped whatever they were doing and stood agape as the powerful man approached the center of the room. To the uninitiated, Governor Sprat was somewhat of a monster of a man. He was very tall; easily the tallest person in the room. His shoulders were broader than two people standing side-by-side; almost as wide as a space marine. His head was bald with numerous scars from wild safari hunts on distant planets and a few failed assassination plots. His brutish hands were clothed in elegant black gloves, which diminished their almost comical size. His dress attire was, just as with everything of his, excessively ornate. The quality of work must have taken hundreds of hours to complete and cost a large fortune. The governor was certainly not the weaselly looking worry-wort witnessed on first contact.; no, that honor went to his personal attendant, who stood five feet behind the governor, carrying a gaudy looking cane and dress coat.
The giant governor gestured pointlessly for attention. "My friends" his voice boomed, "Businessmen, Servants of the Emperor, and those I have forgotten!" A faint chuckle snaked through the captivated crowd. "Thank you for joining me this evening during these interesting times. For tonight, I want everyone to put their fears and concerns aside and enjoy themselves. We have faced problems before and have grown stronger from the experiences. Now, before I drone on too long, I bid you a good time!" His short speech (one of many. His condensed speeches have only contributed to his popularity throughout his tenure.) was met with applause and the party goers returned to mingling, dining, and dancing. A few people, notably a very rotund noble carrying a plate of food and a man matching Zerthman's description, approached the governor for a few words. Before they arrived, the butler whispered something in his lord's ear which prompted an annoyed glance from the governor. With a few words and the wave of a hand, the servant rapidly made for the back door of the ball room. He signaled to two guards who followed his abrupt exit.
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The giant has awakened
You drink my blood and drown
Wrath and raving I will not stop
You'll never take me down
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War-overlord
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted September 06, 2011 02:45 PM |
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Commissar-Captain Horrace Eggidio had to admit that the governor looked quite different in person than he did on a hololithic screen. In fact, his aid resembled his screen image to a tee. Horrace had been present on the bridge when General Bronn entered the system and hailed the planet. And seeing as how both claimed to be the actual Alexander Sprat to different people, it made them both suspicious to say the least.
The larger Spratt, was now talking to two men, one of whom matched the description he was given of Viscount Monteglass.
The smaller Spratt had dissapeared from his vision, for the moment.
Horrace, who was standing at the edge of the crowd, looked around for some privacy. Conveniently, there were restrooms near his location.
Horrace entered the restrooms, checked the stalls to see if he was alone, which was the case, and locked the door. Expecting the possibility that the restroom might be bugged, Horrace opened every faucet to it's fullest extent and set every lavatory to a continual flush by jamming their handles. The rushing water would cover his voice to some extent.
Horrace activated the com-bead in the collar button of his coat, which was linked to his audio-implant, and set it to the Inquisitor's private encrypted vox-channel. And moves his face as close as possible to the com.
"This is your inside army man. There seems to be a little discrepancy as to the identity of our favorite public functionary." Horrace said muffled. "I suggest we have a little talk somewhere private."
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