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posted September 08, 2011 09:42 AM |
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Edited by B-E-T-A at 12:14, 08 Sep 2011.
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"Indeed," Mac said over the comm "The good Governor appears to be two people. A big one who most likely is a decoy, and a smaller one who most likely also is a decoy. I suggest caution, although that is obvious. Also, I assume the new guy can be trusted, seeing as he has our comm frequency and all."
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posted September 08, 2011 02:42 PM |
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Edited by Azagal at 13:23, 09 Sep 2011.
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Immesely satisfied with their elaborate preformance on the dancefloor Alexander was escorting Anya to the bar to get her some refreshements...hell he needed a drink after that. Leaving the dancefloor Grets desperate fanboys immediatly tried to swarm him but Karl was managing to keep them all at bay.
He was wondering whether he had gone a step to far with the finish it was difficult to tell seeing how admireably well Anya was playing her role. Oh well the crowed had been suitably impressed and he had loved it too so far the evening was going good.
"I didn't know they tought initiates how to dance. Well done Anya. Here my dear, I apologize for not getting you one earlier. "he discretely produced a small pill out of his ornate garnment and passed it to her feeling kinda silly for the precaution since people were taking all kinds of opiates on this party the passing of pills was hardly suspicous. "It'll keep you sharp. Detox pill, doesn't infer with taste, just keeps you from the less desirable effects of alcohol. I took one before we left. They really c-"
Alexander had stopped talking as the band changed tune and the focus of the entire room seemed to shift to the main entrance. A giant of a man had made his entrance. So this was Sprat... not what had imagined him to be. He clearly knew how to make an entrance and stir a crowd but what was really important was the look of annoyance on his face. Seeming didn't seem to please his excellency the lord Governor and Deza wanted to know what. To make things complete Zerthman showed up too to talk to the Mountain of man that was Sprat.
"Interesting..." he mused out loud. As if one cue Horrace voice cut if his thoughts.
"...I suggest we have a little talk somewhere private."
"After the dance I could do with some fresh air. Lets take a look at the terrance shall we? I hear the view is quite beautiful." He offered Anya his arm and in the same motion voxed Mac to find out whatever that butler Sprat had dispatched was up to and giving him a friendly reminder that while his professional oppinion was appreciated they should keep the vox traffic to a minimum. He made his through the crowd with Anya at his side and Karl close behind with little interuption since Sprat made a rather good diversion. Entering the grand terrace Deza was slightly surprised to see what he found "...A Valkyrie?"
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posted September 08, 2011 03:50 PM |
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"After the dance I could do with some fresh air. Lets take a look at the terrance shall we? I hear the view is quite beautiful."
"Very well, I'll see you there." Horrace said before cutting the line.
He turned all the faucets off and unjammed the handles on the toilets, slowly the water stopped rushing. However, some toilets seemed to be on the brink of overflowing. Not that it was realy his problem.
The was a knocking on the door. "Everything alright in there?!"
"There seems to be a slight problem with the plumbing in here," Horrace called out. "You may want to try another restroom if you want to keep dry!"
Horrace picked up his drink and cigar, went to the door and unlocked it. On the other side there seemed to be a line waiting outside. Horrace walked past them, not paying them any heed. He noticed the men giving him looks, but the world was under martial law, so there was little they could do and all the more Horrace could were he so inclined.
Horrace circumvented the crowd of partygoers, spotting Col. Sherman making conversation with a young lady who seemed to have had quite enough to drink already. Horrace shot Sherman a stern look, which stiffened the officer for a moment, before moving on. Going around was a lot quicker, but Horrace had to brace himself not to go into a march and attract attention. His boots made enough sound pounding against the hardwood floors as it was.
By the time Horrace got to the doors, the inquisitor and his Sister escorte were already on the terrace, followed by a scribe, who was with little doubt one of the inquisitor's men as well.
"Of course I would love to show you the inside of an actual Imperial Navy Valkyrie." Horrace said as he approached the three from behind.
As soon as the soldiers flanking the carpet saw Horrace they stiffened, and the two carrying a vox-caster turned the march on again.
"Stop that, we're not leaving yet." Horrace ordered the troopers.
Horrace led the others to the ramp, chattering lightly about facts and tidbits of Valkyries and their various uses.
When everyone was inside, Horrace closed the ramp to the passenger compartement. He disabled the internal communications with the pilots and set it to play some music to cover their voices.
"The Valkyrie is free of bugs, but we can never be too cautious. There seems to be a little discrepancy about the actual identity of the Governor of this planet. The man-mountain we saw talking earlier is who everyone here seems to accept as Governor Alexander Sprat. However, the Imperial forces of the system have sofar been dealing with the elderly gentleman in his company, as being Alexander Sprat, Governor of Ares Prime. Which is suspicious, to say the least. Also curious is how a man of Big Sprat's stature is a 'Governor', and not a Guardsman or better yet an Astartes, but less important. Now either one of these men could be Alexander Sprat as far as we know, and you man on the vox could even be right that neither of them is. Assuming that the guests at the party are not aware of this little identity crisis, the only way, should you deem it necesary, to find out who the real Governor is to gain acces to his Privy Council."
Horrace paused for a moment to take a sip of his Philtre.
"Assuming we want to do this stealthily, me doing so is out of the question as I am instantly recognisable. Nontheless I could be able to provide a suitable distraction, need that be required. And whatever we do, I'd think that a plan of action is imperative here. What say you?"
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Azagal
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posted September 09, 2011 02:00 PM |
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"Hmm... I would be surprised if neither of them were Sprat. Planetary governors are often than not incompetents and extravagant due to their considerable power, they are allowed a meassure of tolerance but downright lying to none other than the acting Imperial Guard General? Foolish doesn't even begin to cover it. Eitherway make sure that little-Sprat sees you at the party Horrace, if he's not his excellency he will most like want to clear the air between himself and the Guard as fast as possible.If not... You're the Guard representative here, wouldn't it practically be your duty to atleast greet the governor or his personal assistant? If he's not the governor he should atleast be on the real governors privy council.
While you do that I... or rather Gret will have a little talk with Big-Sprat. He certainly seems more like the big spender and selfindulgant Monarch that throws parties like these than little-Sprat...His figure still confuses me though. I can understand a governor employing a "public face" or a decoy as Mac suggested, you heard him on the vox earlier I'll introduce you later, but the man falls out of the norm.
Even with all his money and access to the most exclusive surgery you don't get this sort of bulk. Hmmm... Let me have a closer look at him, I still have a few aces up my sleeve which , very discretely of course, should atleast give us a bit more insight.
I'll be counting on you to get a word in with little-Sprat. We can discuss our findings after the party unless you find something inparticularily juicy."
He stood and opend the hatch of Valkyrie exiting first to give Anya a hand down the step.
"I thank you for the little tour Commissar-Captain Eggidio." Gret said before giving him a mock salute "Here's my card incase you change your mind." on cue Karl scurried past him and gave Horrace Alexanders fake businss card. "I can assure you that you, or your regiment wouldn't be disappointed with Hephaestus Mons products. Now if you'll excuse us the night is still young.Have a pleasant evening."
Making his way to the doors leading back to the banquet hall he gestured for Karl "I'll try to distract the Big-Sprat as much as possible to occupy his mind so you can do your thing as fast as possible. Now try to get as clear a read on the man as you can. Don't go to deep however, nothing invasive he seems very sharp and the palace has proven very well equipped we wouldn't want to needlessly alarm anyone. Least of all the man himself. I'm counting on your Karl." he gave Karl a dismissve gesture just for apperance sake and Karl took his place behind them again. Leaning closer to Anya he whispered "Do you know what Karl does? He might need your help in a minute, don't worry there's no dancing involved."
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posted September 09, 2011 02:58 PM |
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"Alright, follow the butler." Mac repeated in his head.
Getting out of his hiding place, Mac acted like he was a waiter on his way to the kitchen with an board of empty classes, luckily the guards and the butler had been heading towards that area. Soon enough, he had them in his sight.
"Step one: Get visual, complete. Proceeding with step two: follow without being discovered. Now that is the hard part. I'm to close to the kitchen to act like I'm going there, so I guess I'll have to revert to good old sneaking by the wall. God I'm going to look ridiculous." making it look like he was going towards the kitchen, Mac went into another corridor, momentarily losing the visual on the guards and the butler. He placed the board with the empty glasses behind a statue(convientily placed) and took a quick peek out after his targets. They had continued down the corridor and taken a swing for the left. Once they were out of sight, Mac got out again, took a quick look around to confirm that no one was there before silently jogging down to where the three people had turned. Taking another peek around that corner let him barely see the last of the guards disappearing to the right down another corridor. Mac proceeded with the old pattern, look around, jog, peek, repeat. Thus Mac followed the butler and his two guards around for what Mac was sure would have to be half of the estate.
"Where the hell is he going?!" Mac wondered.
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posted September 09, 2011 04:14 PM |
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Horrace was still mulling over the Inquisitor's words as he followed them back to the party.
Lying to the High Commanders of the occupying Guardforces was indeed foolish or worse, but if the Aresians were in fact secessionists foolishness was not beyond them. But that was not what bothered him most.
And as the Guardsmen flanking the red carpet saluted him as he past them, it struck Horrace as a bolt to the skull.
"It is not my duty as the representative of the Imperial Guard to greet the Governor. We are the ones in charge here. It is their duty to come an greet me!" Horrace said to himself, still outside. Taking a big draw of his nearly extinguished cigar, Horrace blew the smoke out of his nose. A gesture somewhat representative of the anger he felt for not seeing that sooner.
Horrace downed the Philtre and gave his glass to the first person he saw when he walked in, not caring if it was a guest or a servant. His face was described as a grimace at best. Horrace stalked to the last place he saw Col. Sherman, finding him still there but not the tipsy young-lady he was with earlier.
Seeing his expression, Sherman snapped at attention. It was never a good idea to further annoy an already annoyed Commissar, let alone one who outranked you.
"Sherman, have you seen a fat noble with a pencil moustace and a brocade coat?"
Sherman's face tightened, making him look older than the 30 years he actually was. Sherman was pretty young for his rank, but people were not promoted for nothing, and Sherman himself had recieved a fieldpromotion.
"Is that him by the bar?" Sherman asked hesitantly, gesturing at a man matching the description.
Horrace looked over, "It could very wel be, proceed." He said, turning on his heels.
Marching over to the bar, Horrace's boots rang out loud on the hardwood floor. People were staring, but Horrace cared not. Not having been greeted yet was insulting or negligent at least and downright treasonous at worst. What it was going to be percieved as, would be determined by how Monteglass and which ever Governor was going to greet him would act, most likely being Little Spratt.
"Viscount Monteglass, I presume." Horrace said to the fat man, who Horrace was now sure he had seen talking to one of the two Spratts.
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posted September 09, 2011 06:25 PM |
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Karl stayed quiet until they stepped out of the vehicle where they had met the new Commissar. He kept playing the role of a low scribe, except when Deza gave him the orders. He fell a little out of character then. He had tapped his forehead and given him a big smile, the universal sign of understanding, but with a slight connotation when Karl does it. He should have just nodded.
He was quite cheery though. The manifestation of his powers was always to be suppressed and unused and he derived great joy when he was allowed to use it and now he was allowed to use it. The thought almost had him blabbing to Anya about it, but he kept himself in check, reminding himself he's a scribe.
Underneath that joy, though, insecurity gnawed at him and a fear of failure, because if Big Sprat was accustomed to lying and was in his element, he'd have a hard time finding anything with just a surface reading.
He suppressed his soothing presence to have a better concentration and was mentally preparing himself for wandering into unexplored territory. The desperate merchants hardly noticed Karl when he entered the building again. They suddenly realised what a dull and closed man he was, while Karl was shutting off most unwanted manifestations of his powers to use for his task. Of course, he couldn't shut off his presense even close to entirely, since he was still a psyker and not a blank. He was just trying to remove as much of his presence from the awareness of people with even the slightest intuition for it as possible.
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Azagal
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posted September 15, 2011 09:30 PM |
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Edited by Azagal at 10:30, 16 Sep 2011.
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Alexander made his way through the hall with Anya at his side and Karl in tow towards the Governor. He had instructed his crew to maintain complete voxsilence while he was in conversation with the governor, no knowing what special toys he or his incognito guard detail close to him had in store. When they reached the governor he was still in conversation with Zerthmann, his excellency hadn't noticed their approach. Without waiting to be noticed or introduced Alex unhooked Anyas arm from him and took a step towards the Governor.
"Your excellency" interrupted the Governor looked up from his conversation and looked at Alexander with a hint of curiosity, Zerthmann looked at him with undisguised surprise for this blatant breach in protocol. Satisfied that he had their attention Alexander continued
"if I may introduce myself, I am Adrian Gret representative of the Hephaestus Mon weapon manufacturing conglomerate" with a curt bow he stepped to the side and pulled Anya to his side "and the beautiful lady I have the pleasure of accompanying is Ms. Varagine." he waited for Anya to bow shyly before immedialty continueing "Your excellency was generous enough to invite me to tonights party after we, or rather me and your dignitaries have done business. If your invitation is any indication I trust your excellency is satisfied with our deal" turning to Zerthmann he added "No hard feeligns Mr. Zerthmann, as a fellow businessman I'm sure you understand" he gave him his most winning smile. Zerthmann looked fit to retort but Alexander wasn't going to give the flow of the conversation away. "Your satisfaction was even more flattering once I came to understand that his excellency seems to be a connoisseur of weaponry himself. While Hephaestus Mon prides itself of the technological state of all its weaponry, I must say I have seldom seen the likes of your personal guards equipment. They're not exactly..." he gave the governor a knowing smile "standard". Alexander hoped that he had judged the governor correctly. A man of his position was surrounded by protocol at practically all times and with his love for extravagance he hoped he would take to a man that atleast somewhat falls out of the norm. As long as Alexander didn't steal his thunder (which he doubted he could in any productive way anyways) the act should work.
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posted September 22, 2011 09:10 PM |
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Before parking, Dorian drove around the complex, memorising the surroundings flawlessly. he now was sitting in the transport, smoking a pipe and drawing a map of the place. his weapons were nearby him, ready to use at any moment. The inquisitor ordered complete voxsilence so Dorian wasn't able to have a chat with the dispatch girls. aside from that he did took his new responsibilities seriously. he touched Morgana. it was a beautifully crafted chainsword, made for him by one of the Magi of The Adeptus Mechanicus. a rare privillege indeed as the techopriests are a very differrent caste than the rest of imperial citizens. the prized weapon was a gift from Inquisitor Hashim Ibn Sachmed, the second inquisitor he served.
Dorian put down the data slate and looked around. The quick getaway of the retinue was his top objectives right now. He wouldn't allow anyone not from the retinue come close to the transport.
((that's it for now, maybe I'll update again tommorow))
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posted October 04, 2011 03:46 AM |
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Mac the Knife
The governor/butler zigged and zagged through the enormous estate, never stopping to acknowledge anybody beyond a quick nod to stationed guards and scurrying staff. The mansion was almost dizzyingly large and the little man walked with purpose. He did not say a word to anybody and moved almost automatically.
Eventually the little man reached what appeared to be a dead end. One of the guards pulled out a small device, pressed a button, and with a low grinding, a non-descript section of the wall began to very slowly peel back. Still unaware that he was being followed, the man quickly stepped through the passage way with the two guards.
With the same sloth as before, the wall began to shift back into place. It would be tight, but if pursuit was desired, it could be done...
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The lady and the tramp
Governor Sprat eyed the curious representative before him, bearing no mind to his companion.. He squinted, as if searching for some obscure detail. Some wrinkle. After a second, his face returned to a polite smile. The same face wore a wicked scar running diagonally from his hair line down to his chin. He had a couple of strange, painful looking growths above his right eye. It was revolting but nobody dared to mention it.
"I bid you hello and welcome to my estate," The governor took the mock-representatives hand and shook it. To a casual observer it looked like an adult shaking the hand of a child. "I trust you are having a good time?" he asked hypothetically and continued before an answer was received. He proceeded to lift the hand of Ms. Varagine and give it a quick kiss, per custom. "I bit you hello as well."
He turned his attention back to the comparatively little man before him. "Gret... Gret... Hmmm... No. I do not recognize the name. You'll have to forgive me. I know so many important people it's hard to keep track awhile."
Zerthmann snorted.
"Oh come now, no need to be a sore loser, Zerth," the governor said with a loud slap to the losing bidder's shoulder. Zerthmann almost lost his step but caught himself at the last minute. He let out a yelp which he covered with a cough. He quickly regained his composure and glared at the new arrivals. "Yes, well" he glanced for an opening. "I quite enjoy this tune and I believe I shall search for a dance partner." With that, he melted into the party-goers.
Sprat frowned and it looked quite natural. "Party pooper." He turned his attention back to the inquisitor and his agent. "Oh well. Where were we. Ah yes! The guards' equipment. It is most impressive, isn't it? While not standard, per se, it gets the job done. Unlike most planetary rulers, I am not afraid to spare expense on personal safety, nor am I content with technological complacency. I wasn't always that way, I used to..." So started a fascinating 26 minute conversation about the governor's past safari trips, hostile business takeovers, failed assassination attempts, and other great achievements of his life.
When he finally tired of hearing of his own greatness, he cut to the chase. "So, what brings you here, Mr. Gret?"
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The Sneak
The governor wasn't lying. Lying, as Karl knew, was a conscious effort to deceive. It required a thought pattern. A process.
A process the governor completely lacked.
Governor Sprat did not have any emotions, hopes, dreams, desires, or thoughts. Nothing could be read from the man. The only people completely capable of such a feat normally were blanks due to their psychic immunity. However, the governor lacked the repulsive aura that clings to most blanks.
His emptiness was alarming and far more telling than any lie. Someone had gotten to the governor first and rendered him unreadable.
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Horrace off Chorus
The plump noble turned to face his approacher. He recognized the man before him as the ham who entered the room earlier. Remembering the individuals title, he remembered to keep such a thought closely locked away.
"Commissar-Captain, a pleasure to meet you." The man bowed as far as his physiology would permit him. Faint beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. A few of the luckier drops leapt from his skin, free of his gravitational pull and plunged to a merciful death. Fortunately, his manners were much more pleasant than his physical appearance. "I am Viscount Monteglass. How may I be of service to the Imperial Guard?"
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The Getaway Driver
The outside of the palace remained as busy as before with party-goers arriving and going every so often. Nothing unusual was happening at the moment.
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The forgotten one
So far, it was turning out to be just a thrilling evening for the assassin. No food, no wine, yeap. Not much of a party. The vantage point gave him a clear view of the main ballroom and decent section of the palace. So far nothing had struck him as strange.
That was until the assassin noticed one of the stars blinked from white to red and back.
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posted October 04, 2011 04:40 AM |
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Kiel watched, sipping at the water he had "requisitioned" from the ship before departing. Damn the nobles and gluttons who feasted in the manor, damn their pride and their waste. Water was good for him. Contact with such... invalids was not desirable either. He did not understand how the Inquisitor could stand it. If it isn't clear by now, Kiel is not good with people and he really doesn't like them...
When the light flashed, Kiel began looking through multiple spectrums on his visor to see if it was a known signal. "Mac, are you picking up anything on your communication board?" His visor's built-in communicator should be able to go through most building materials if they were thin enough.
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posted October 04, 2011 03:41 PM |
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"Likewise, I'm certain." Horrace replied, his left hand resting on the pommel of his sabre. "As a man of breeding and culture yourself, I needn't remind you of the gross faux pass it is of hosts not to greet his important guests personally." His tone authorative and docent.
"Thus far, 'his excelency' has yet to greet either of the Imperial Officers present. And I'm certain that both you and 'his excelency' are aware of the possible consequences of having the Military Court raising questions in regards to this planets administration in general or the individual administrators."
The viscount swallowed hard, Horrace was uncertain wether the noble was getting nervous or if he swallowed some food he had stored in his hamsterlike cheeks.
"Given the fact that the Military Court has permitted this event and has graciously announced it's presence ahead of time," which wasn't a complete untruth," one would almost feel insulted. Undoubtably a small organisational hiccup, one you would easily rescind had you the chance. Am I right?"
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posted October 12, 2011 02:00 PM |
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Edited by Azagal at 15:18, 12 Oct 2011.
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While Sprat was checking him out Alexander took the chance to give the governor a closer look himself, as there would be no acceptable way of looking him over in conversation, staring at the the plethora of scartissue or the weird and rather repulsive growth on his brow would hardly lighten his mood, and if Alexander wanted one thing it was the Governor in a relaxed and calm state.
Curious that he would chose to openly bear the wounds he has suffered, a man of his position could afford any treatment know to man and even a few of more exotic origin, but no... Whether that was due to some misplaced sense of bravado or something else Alexander wasnt sure yet. That growth however did not look like a regular wound, must investig- the governor had stoped eyeing him and Alexander immediatly stopped his own examination.
The Govenors smile did nothing to unsettle him, he had checked his disguise multiple times and he was convinced of his own abilities to pose as Gret the selfloving, extravagant salesman.
Alexander allowed Gret a barely perceptible smile as Zerthmann vented his displeasure. As he stormed of to the dancefloor he whispered to Anya "Seeing what an exceptional dancer you are and what a bad mood in Zerthmann is in, I am sure he would find your company almost as pleasureable as I do. Ill try to manage without you for a while." He winked at her and for apperance sake sent her on her way with a a gentle slap on her perfectly shaped behind. Being Gret had its perks...
As Sprat turned back to them Alexander had time to interject, "Party Pooper indeed. I assure you Ms. Varagine will be able to lift his spirits. Its the least I can do for him. I didnt mean to interrupt your excellency, please continue!"
He was careful not to interrupt Sprat once he started talking, he was being the generous host and as such seemed only to be interested in hearing his own voice. Which was perfect he needed him to talk, so that Carl could ever so gently prope him.
The governor did have some rather interesting storys to tell and Alexander found himself being less bored than he had exspected to be. He just let the govenor go on and on about his accomplishments and smiled, laughed, "ohh-d and aaah-d" where he thought it appropriate and gave looks of disbelief when the Govenor gave was talking about the more fearsome beasts of his safari. He was observing the Sprat closely however, having Carl was good and he trusted his interrogators judgement but his talent was no exact science and you didnt need a psyker to expose every liar. However he found nothing that would give anything away from the Govenor, he seemed to be enjoying himself. That was until he chose to actually engage Alexander in conversation, for a second Alexander thought Sprat ment the question more as a challenge than genuiene inquiery. Whether that was just Alexander being overly suspicious or not, he would be careful.
"You mean besides your generous invitation? An honor I could never have refused on behalf of Hephaestus Mons,not that I personally would have either!!" he gave him a big smile again, as if thinking he was being inparticularily charming. Haaha, being Gret was a nice change, all this sillyness of people that only concern themselves with their money and image, he was not here to enjoy himself however...
"But as with all businessmen whereever we go there is always work to be done. Especially on your beautiful planet, now that I, or rather Hephaestus Mons scored the contract with your excellency."
Then he went on to talk about logistics, weapon model distribution, the problem of shipping routes and all manner of other relevant data he had memorised about the weapons deal on the way down from the Lancea Domini. He didnt go on for too long since he didnt want to bore Sprat and wanted to see whether he could steer the conversation to more informative grounds.
"...and now that I am here I am of course also investigating." He gestured for a waiter, so the pause to emphasize the word would seem more natural. As far as he could judge it had the desired effect and Sprat seemed ever so slightly interested, beyond the feigned interrest of before.
"If I may confide in your excellency," He leaned in closer to his excellency in a conspiratory manner, which made for a slightly grotesque picture seeing how the govenor towered over him and had to bow slightly to come closer "your friend Zerthman is of particular interest to Hephaestus Mons...well to me personally actually. While his contractors had losses due to not secureing the contract, they are not heavy enough and seem... fabricated. Zerthmann is an exceptional businessman no doubt," Alexander face didnt even try to conceal the fact that he thought himself superior in every way "but softening his contractors fall like that should have been beyond him. Eitherway I do not enjoy losing, so either I find out what he does and do it better, or I convince him that I can be of assistance in whatever it is he is doing." Alexander looked out unto the dancefloor, determination in his every feature. When he turned to Sprat again he gave him a rogueish grin "Business as usual your excellency, business as usual."
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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 October 18, 2011 11:55 AM |
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With a slight hesitation Mac decided to follow the butler, and he began to run across the room towards the hidden door when Kiel called him up on the vaux channel:
"Mac, are you picking up anything on your communication board?"
Mac instantly changed course for some other hiding spot where he could lay low while answering Kiel. Once in hiding, he took up the com board Kiel had requested and looked over it, reporting his findings to Kiel:
((If he doesn't find anything )
"Sorry Kiel, can't seem to pick up anything, anything in particular you would like me to look for? What are you seeing?"
((If he does find anything))
"Kiel,[report findings]."
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There is no good or evil, only madness. The question is "Just how mad are you?"
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meroe
Supreme Hero
Basically Smurfette
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posted October 18, 2011 01:14 PM |
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Anya hadn't really had time to prepare, before Alexander sent her on her way towards Zerthman. The tap on her posterior had startled her sufficiently to leave her rather breathless and as she approached Zerthman she was already flushed with a mixture of disbelief, shock and a peculiar feeling which made her feel angry, however as Zerthman rigidly turned to her and held out his hand, Anya attempted her most coy yet alluring smile, fluttering her eyelashes several times, forcing herself to blush even more. Zerthman was obviously furious at Alexander usurping his position and making him look like a fool, yet he reacted favorably to what appeared to him, Anya's demure gesture. Anya realized that Zerthman took her breathlessness as her reaction to dancing with him, rather than the real reason. It gave her the opportunity to calm herself down and remaining silent until she was certain her voice wouldn't tremble.
However, Zerthman's dancing was nothing compared to Alexander's. His legs were wooden, as though he had some sort of injury. The man just had no charm. Anya couldn't help comparing him to Alexander and when she caught herself doing this, she got aggravated again. Time to start the small talk she thought. However, apart from a few accenting grunts, nods and his occasionally staring at Anya's cleavage, he could barely take his eyes off of Alexander and the Govenor, who appeared in deep conversation. Their occasional muffled laughter making Zerthman's attention snap back to them, a look of rising anger tight on his brow.
Zerthman swung Anya around without much enthusiasm, despite her attempts to engage him in small talk. So Anya decided on a different tactic. While not taking the lead she pressed her body as close to him as possible, stifling her urge to shudder and an immediate need to throw up. Zerthman noticed and at last Anya had his attention and his gaze. Just the act of having a man so close to her, his hands actually on her body was something Anya had never experienced before Alexander. And she was fighting her instinctual urge to beat Zerthman to a pulp. However her ploy had worked and it gave her the opportunity to plant the tiny diamond like vox-transmitters she had scattered through her hair as decoration, onto Zerthman, running her hands through his wiry hair and and caressing his arms as they slowly waltzed, leaving the tiny bugs tucked into his lapel and cuffs.
Anya suffered his stale breath and clammy hold for as long as the music played. As the waltz finished, Zerthman appeared to remember the Governor and Alexander, as Anya politely yet firmly extracted herself from his grip. "You waltz very well Mr Zerthman", she coo'd. "However you have quite exhausted me". Zerthman smiled "perhaps you will join me in a drink? You can tell me all about yourself and your friend".
Anya cast Alexander a nervous look as Zerthman escorted her from the floor. More perturbingly to Anya, was that Alexander only smiled at her, that impish spark in his eye mocking her ever so gently.
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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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gnomes2169
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Duke of the Glade
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posted October 18, 2011 02:10 PM |
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((If he doesn't find anything))
"One of the stars was acting strangely, changing colors and such. Perhaps you could try to pin a ship signal or look for an unidentifiable transmission that the manor just received?" Kiel checked the house again while he was waiting for the answer, "Whatever it is, I don't think it's friendly."
((If he does find something))
To be edited.
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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 October 24, 2011 05:04 AM |
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Mac
The hidden passage was barren except for a procession of dim globes embedded in the floor. There was just enough light to guide a person through the corridors. The three earlier entrants easily gained upon their pursuer, vanishing from his sight. The entrance way lacked any discernible switches or gears, and appeared to be operated solely by remote.
Further investigation of the passage ended in a fork. Two dark corridors. Left or right. A faint rumbling echoed in the darkness. Dread saturated the air.
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Kiel and Dorian
Kiel found something. The blinking repeated. Then other stars began blinking. Then the klaxons started wailing and the guards started mobilizing. Hundreds of flood lights lit up the palace grounds. The outer defenses of the palace began warming up. The outside guests were shooed away while whispering nervously about the commotion.
A horrible scream caused everyone to look up. A second later, the western wall was hit by a series of massive explosions. The mansion rocked, completely unprepared to weather such an assault. Guests and guard alike simply ceased to exist as the explosions wiped them away. Hundreds were injured by the resulting shrapnel. A second volley quickly followed, bringing more death but curiously, not exploding.
The guard, for their credit, were well-drilled and sprang to action. Those not caught in the blast quickly helped the wounded and rushed to battle stations. The outer defenses roared to life and began illuminating the night sky tracer fire. To a trained eye, it appeared the guard were firing blindly, because nothing could be seen directly assaulting the mansion. It was only until a lucky shot blasted a ship out of the sky did anyone have an idea of what was actually attacking. The "who" was another question and there was little time for an answer. All that was certain is that they were either really desperate, stupid, or simply not worried about the Imperial Guard orbiting above the planet....
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Horrace
"Sir! Wake up, Sir!" A voice shouted at the commissar. "Sir!"
Dazed, bleeding, and with a splitting headache, the commissar could barely focus on the figure before him. It resembled one of the house guard.
"Sir! I really need you to get up right now. We are under attack." Impatient, he dragged the commissar behind the bar and placed him down next to the corpse of Viscount Monteglass. "Hold tight, sir. This could get ugly. You there" he spoke to the bartender, "tend to his wounds." Sprat could be heard barking orders. Horrace's rescuer rushed to form up on the governor.
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Deza, Karl, and Anna
The ballroom was a scene of carnage. The ruling and ruled of Ares Prime were equalized the moment the wall toppled. Hundreds were injured by the debris and coated in dust. Dozens were dead. The elite screamed in pain and confusion for their servants, who would never come. Duty was quickly abandoned in favor of self-preservation or ended in death.
Men appeared from the blast zone, adorned in simple black, carapace armor and began firing indiscriminately into the crowd. Dozens died under amber beams of energy. Around thirty or so individuals began advancing on the wounded, looking to do as much damage as possible in a short amount of time. A brutal firefight erupted between the guard and attackers. Party-goers caught in the crossfire were cut down as they attempted to flee the increasing horror of the situation.
Governor sprat was lying face down on the floor. He stirred slightly but had not yet risen. He grabbed at something sticking out of his leg. One of the house guard made it to his location and several followed his lead. In moments ten men had formed up on his location. The governor activated his commbead and warned of the attack.
After the dust settled somewhat and as the screams intensified, a smaller squad appeared from behind the assailants. Four men flanked another carrying a portable holographic projector. One of the squad, most likely its sergeant, gave an issue and the attackers held fire. The device carrier activated the machine and an image of a middle-aged, long-haired man wearing a great coat flickered into being.
"Governor Sprat" his voice was as pleasant as a wound-up snake. "You are an annoying man to get a hold of. Perhaps if you had had the courtesy to respond to my request for an audience, I would not have had to opt for such a direct approach. I will ask you this only once. Where is my son? Where is Sven Ol'tan."
The three inquisition agents watched as Sprat rose to his feet. He was not clutching his leg but a bolt pistol. His face was pierced by two blunt pieces of shrapnel. No, not shrapnel. Studs. Two golden studs.
"In Hell, just like the rest of you traitorous filth will be!" The bolt pistol kicked and the hologram operator's left shoulder exploded.
"KILL THEM ALL!" screamed Sven Ol'tan's father.
"TO OBLIVION!" responded Sprat.
The momentary peace ended as the air was ripped apart by projectiles.
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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 October 24, 2011 11:26 AM |
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Horrace's vision was blurry, his head hurt and the hearing-implant was only transmitting white noise. Meaning his vox-link was out and he was hit on the head. He moved his arm up and turned his implant off, the Theosophist's Philtre was clearing his head.
"You're going to be alright, sir." someone said on his deaf side.
"How bad?" Horrace asked curtly.
"I only know basic first aid, sir. But I think it might be concussion. A nasty cut and bump certainly." Horrace vision was clearing now, and the bartender was now tending him.
"Hrrmph! I've had worse." Horrace said while getting up.
"Sir, you should lie down..."
"If you're going to tend to me, you'll have to do it with me standing up." Horrace said brusquely, while he climbed up the bar. "Honour Guard, on me, on the double!" He shouted above the general panic in the ballroom. The Guardsmen, standing outside were already inside and ran towards him. Col. Sherman could be seen elbowing his way through the panicing crowd.
"Stat-report!" Horrace commanded the vox-trooper who was at him the first.
"Sir. Palace is under attack, Palace-guard vox says it's aircraft. Wounded and casualties under guests and guard, sir." the trooper responded.
"Vox-troopers stay with me, you and you," Horrace said pointing to two troopers, he did not know the names of them, "Get Sherman and escort the governour and all gubernatorial personell into the bunker or whatever safety there is here in so far that it hasn't been done." The troopers saluted and left. "You, find the guard-commander and get him to me." Another salute. Horrace pointed to a trooper with the insignia of Corporal "You take the rest of the troopers and support the palace-guard where you can." The troopers ran off.
Horrace pointed to one of the Vox-troopers "Get in contact the Valkyrie and tell the pilot to take off and take down everything in the immediate airspace with extreme prejudice." Horrace pointed to the other Vox-trooper. "Get me Naval-Command, ASAP. Threaten them with firing squads in my name if you have to."
Horrace's vission was clear now, he could see his cap lying metres away. His dress uniform was covered in blood, not unlikely some of it his own, dust and small debriss. The barman was trying to bandage his head with what seemed to be ripped tablecloth.
"Naval Command, Commissar, sir." The vox-trooper said while handing him the speakerhorn of the vox-set.
"Naval-command, this is Commissar-Captain Eggidio. The Gubernatorial Palace is under attack, I repeat, The Gubernatorial Palace is under attack! Unknown number of Bogeys, I want all available aircraft to the Palace most stat! Priority to Thunderbolts, Lightnings and Vultures! No Bombers, I repeat, No Bombers! Guard and civilian personell on site!"
"We read you, Commissar-Captian." Horrace recognised the voice of the Commodore that was De Wit's second in command. "Airsupport's on it's way. Aresian Fighter Command has craft ready for takeoff as we speak, Imperial Command will send fighters ASAP."
"Thank you, Eggidio out." Horrace said, before turning to the other Vox-trooper. "Which regiment is nearest to this position?"
"Brimlock's 3rd Platoon, sir."
"Get them on vox and get them to send reinforcements most stat. Tell them to bring missile launchers and everything that can remotely be concieved as anti-air weaponry."
"Sir!" The trooper he had sent away to fetch the commander had returned with a soldier in the uniform of a commisioned PDF officer. "Captain of the Guard, sir."
The Captain of the Guard gave a stat-report, including the difficulty of spotting the enemy aircraft.
"As of now, I'm taking command of the Defense of the Palace. Kill the lights on the palace ground and inside the palace, give the enemy less of a target and it may help spott the enemy, as is, the light is certainly interfering. We're blinding ourselves more than we are the enemy"
The Captain began talking into his vox-headset.
Horrace stood up again and prepared his voice. The second the lights went out, he began adressing the massed guests.
"Do not panic! Noted guests of the Governour, the situation is under controll! The Palace- and Imperial Guard is dealing with the attack and will repulse it before you know it. Stay calm and sit yourself down on the ground! Allow all troopers to pass and tend to your wounded fellows. We have everything under controll. The Emperor protects!"
The panic lessend to a murmur as the guest began to sit and calm down.
Horrace turned to the Captain of the Guard again.
"What do we have in manner of anti-air weaponry?"
"Never accounted for airstrikes, sir. This is a palace, not a fortified commandpost."
Horrace sighed slightly. "Missile Launchers?"
"No."
"Lascannons?"
"No."
"Autocannons? Heavy Stubbers?"
"Sorry, Commissar. The palace guard is not equipped with Standard Imperial Weapons."
"Anything rapid-firing and heavy?"
"Yessir, but most of it is already engaging the enemy."
"Get everything up on the roof on the double." Horrace said before stalking off to the nearest stairwell.
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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 October 24, 2011 04:59 PM |
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Mac felt the building shake ever so slightly and almost lost his balance. "What the hell was that?!" Mac wondered and got on the vox "KIEL! What just happened? The Palace shook!" however all Mac got in reply was boring old static. "Vox is down?! DAMN IT!" However Mac had no time to worry. He had his orders and he would be damned to defy an Inquisitor.
Mac ran down to where he had seen the target disappear and looked around the corner to see if he was there.
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There is no good or evil, only madness. The question is "Just how mad are you?"
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War-overlord
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted October 31, 2011 11:04 AM |
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Horrace and his small retinue were halfway up a flight of stairs when he heard shots coming out of the ballroom. He turned on his heel, cursed and half ran, half stumbled down the stairs again. Horrace yanked his bolt-pistol out of it's holster and fished a spare clip in one of the cavities of his coat. He carried several spare clips and one of the clips contained carefully hoarded Kraken-bolts, but now was not the time to check which one of the clips it was.
Horrace was just in time to see the holo-projector adress Sprat, big Spratt, little Sprat was nowhere to be seen.
Horrace opened fire, after Sprat did. His first bolt struck the Holo-projector, the Archeotech exploding in a shower of shrapnel. Behind him, the Cadian Vox-operators opened fire with their ancient Lasguns and the Captain of the Guard wieled what could well be an auto-carbine.
'If this is the Ol'tan's doing, there's plenty of reason for the inquisition to look in to them.' Horrace thought before pushing it back focusing on the fight.
"Valkyrie reports another downed craft." one of the Cadians reported.
Horrace acknowledged, while reloading his pistol. The cermonial bolt-pistol was made to look pretty and while it was fully functional, it had an excessive kickback and it's clips only contained three rounds. This kind of pistol was only ever used for high-profile executions, and now. Horrace wished he carried his normal bolter, or his hot-shot.
With little orders to give, Horrace took to a habit he caught from his mentor. Which was starting to bellow Imperial Litanies during battle to strengthen morale.
With every shot, Horrace took a step forward. Ecclisiarchal words flowing from his mouth over the noise of battle. One by one the invaders began to drop.
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Vote El Presidente! Or Else!
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