[RP] Verus Imperator Adventum

[Shunch]

**OOC**

Sorry about that, Eddie. I must've not been thinking completely straight or something. It's been fixed now. Please don't hit me!

 

**IC**

The first thing he noticed was that it was very, very cold.

 

Nikolai didn't remember it always being this cold. Had he forgotten what being awake was like? How long had he been out?

 

For a moment, Nikolai thought he might be blind. As thoughts frantically sped through his mind, he then remembered he had not yet opened his eyes. Blinking them open, Basavriuk sat up, viewing the world in a perfect clarity he had apparently also forgotten. It was all...so different. He didn't remember anything being like this, everything being perceived so much more sharply.

 

Basavriuk swung his legs around and got up off the slab. To his surprise, his legs had not atrophied at all. In fact, they felt stronger than ever. Almost as a test, Nikolai lept into the air. Had he ever been able to jump that high?

 

Then he remembered. The arm! Excitedly raising it so that he could see it, Basavriuk stopped dead. What was wrong with his arm? It wasn't right. It was covered in shapes and lines, like a madman's scrawl. What had they done to his arm? Basavriuk swung the arm back and forth, testing it's flexibility. It seemed to be working alright. But why did it look so strange?

 

Then his arm started tingling. Basaviruk held it up to his face, staring at the limb quizzically. The marks began to light up, a sickly violet glow running through the tattoos. What in the Emperor's name?

 

As the glow finally made it to the tips of his fingers, he felt his hand grow hot. Holding it out ahead of him, he suddenly yelped as a bolt of light shot from his palm, incinerating the table stand across the room with a hiss.

 

The door burst open, and a red-robed attendant peered in.

 

"Sir-?"

 

Basavriuk turned on the man, eyes alight with fury.

 

"Get Dioq. Get him now."

[Chengar Qordath]

*IC*

 

Rhiannon gave a cool chuckle at Inquisitor Tyrak's answer before giving her own response. "You give your own guards too little credit Inquisitor; there is no way the forces Basavruik dispatched against us could possibly have overcome your own bodyguard, especially with the aid provided by Inquisitor William and myself. Besides, if Basavruik were truly desperate would he not he have taken the field himself or used his thrice-damned Daemonhost against us?"

 

Inquisitor Kolbe gave a tight smile a slight shake of her head. "Whatever the case may be with Basavruik, we will learn his capabilities far better by interrogating our prisoner than by debating between ourselves. Shall we?"

 

*OOC*

 

Your plan was pretty much was she was going to suggest anyway, so that's why she's going along with it. Don't worry, when/if your plan gets less than brilliant she'll let you know and take appropriate measures.

[Eddie Orlock]

I'm enjoying how everyone seems to be assuming that the cultists are Basavruik's doing, and that a world with a chaos temple couldn't possibly have its own, unrelated chaos cults.

 

*IC*

 

Todderick came to to a crimson vision and a throbbing headache. By impulse he would have held his head, but he found his arms bound to his side. As his vision cleared it was then that he realise he was upsidedown.

 

Through the undergrowth he saw a roughly hewn stone wall, from what little he'd caught of Medronicus' notes, he was certain this was the temple he'd spent all yesterday walking around.

 

Off to the side was a small band of primatives cavorting wildly in their loincloths, daubing themselves with something that looked like blood. The air smelled rancid, and that's when Todd looked down.

 

He was suspended over a pit holding the rotting remains of previously bound victims, still restrained by their sacrificial bindings. Oddly, there seemed to be fresh blood, though he didn't feel anything.

 

A little off from the group, a masked an elaborately tattooed savage sat on a stump, stareing down the barrel of his las-rifle. Next to him, proudly overseeing the proceedings stood a warrior in his old uniform, daubed with crude blashphemous symbols. This leader yammered on in something that Todd felt should make sense, if only he could understand what was being said.

 

Aboard the Messenger

 

The flight deck bustled with activity. Skitarii forces going over last chance weapons checks to be double sure everything was in working order and that all their machine spirits were appeased. Enginseers attending the sentry platforms hurried to and fro equipping the first wave with properly encoded IFF transponders, while research acolytes bickered over whos kit was more important and should be included.

 

With final checks complete, all three elements of the first wave embarked for the drop to planetside.

 

*OOC*

 

Psuedo 40k scale, the lead element would be Medronicus (techpriest) with a Skitarii command section (MasterCrafted Lascannon) and a skitarii heavy weapons squad (Three Plasma Cannons) in the Valk while the other two would each have a techpriest and a squad of Skitarii with Melta-gun and Heavy Bolter in addition to the standard hellguns carapace and extensive bionics. All heavy weapons have suspensors as standard.

[Inquisitor Fox]

(OOC)

 

A total OOC note.. during my research the last week or two forming the character of Nicole Pyykkönen, I totally forgot that um.. Cadians are supposed to be blond with blue or purple eyes :( So um... forgive me ret-conning my own Inquisitor description! I don't actually own the Eisenhorn trilogy myself yet (I know, the shame!), I read it borrowing a friends copy, so the fact completely slipped my mind until just now.. so um.. yeah...

 

She's blond :wacko: with purple eyes!

 

Thankfully I was planning on doing some touch up on the Inquisitor and her retinue soon in my painting schedule, so I'll just have to fix it there too :lol:

 

Again, sorry for the ret-con.

 

EDIT: Yes, given the population of an entire planet it would be easy to say somewhere in the family line was someone with brown hair and not change anything.. but the intention was to have them be very traditional Cadians.. so.. I'd rather just fix it to fit with established fluff :wacko:

[Wulfen Lord Leo]

*IC*

 

William, now back on the Skid, decided to contact Inquisitor Lord Tyrak. At the vox-screen (OOC:Think Star Trek), he relayed his message "Inquisitor Lord Tyrak, I assume you made it out with little injury. If you wish to obtain infomation out of your prisoner, then you may need to try physical methods, after all this person may have been near that damned Daemonhost, and may be used to mental and psychological attacks as a result." After pausing, he added "I've personally seen what happens if you try to torture a mn who has been near a daemonhost, it isn't pretty"

[Kadaeux]

=][=

*IC*

 

Maeroc IV

 

As the Cobra class destroyer Sanguine emerged into realspace above the heretic world. If Ryas had his own way he would have preferred to just scorch the world with cyclonic torpedoes and virus bombs but the situation had called for a conclave. And he had been specifically called in by old contacts.

 

He felt the deck drop for a moment as the modified Starhawk bomber launched from the hangar of the Cobra with a lurching drop. The eighty metre length of the modified vessel dropped its void shields coming online for the descent into the planets atmosphere. He opened a communications channel with the Inquisition headquarters on the planet. "This is Inquisitor Ryas Colax of the Ordo Malleus, requesting orbital approach and landing pattern." He could hear the comments away from the microphones as they discussed his arrival before they responded.

 

"Welcome to Maeroc IV Inquisitor. Transmitting approach and landing vectors now."

 

Inside of ten minutes the Starhawk descended into the atmosphere its gatling lascannons hunting for enemy targets fortunately finding none. He didn't bother calling up his astropath, he'd refuse to come anyway and for good reason. Ryas didn't employ untouchables for a reason. He didn't need to. He was one of the few Inquisitors who actually was an untouchable himself. A possessor of the Pariah gene his very nature blocked Psyker trickeries, and flimsies of the Warp. As such he would be an important addition to the Conclave.

 

As the craft settled on the starport landing site Ryas looked around in his black power armour edged in gold and covered with Inquisition iconography. In his right fist he held an Incinerator and the right was a mighty chainfist. In its holster was a master-crafted plasma pistol and on his head was settled his helmet. But upon his back was a jump-pack of the mighty Astartes built for him specially by the Adeptus Mechanicus.

 

He was certain someone would be there to see to him soon enough and decided to wait.

 

OOC:

Hey, i'm controlling Inquitisor Ryas Colax.

*I just decided that Ryas will have been born on Holy Terra itself!*

 

Inquisitor Ryas Colax

Birthworld: Terra.

Basic info. Inquisitor Ryas is an unusual Inquisitor, none have ever questioned whether he could even become Radical. In an unusual turn of events it turned out Ryas is an untouchable. A possessor of the pariah gene. As such since early on he's worked hard and become an indiviadual of unquestioned strength and devotion with the added bonus of being literally immune to warp witchery!

 

Ryas typically works in Powered armour and uses a modified Starhawk bomber as his personal conveyance chartering commercial starships or commandeering Navy ships when travel elsewhere is required.

 

The Starhawk (Modelled by myself in 3dsMAX)

http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j134/larask/Starhawk%20Bomber/perspective3.jpg

[Inquisitor Fox]

(IC)

 

(some time later during the journey to the planet aboard <Random Imperial Navy Transport capable of carrying three valkyries and doing atmospheric entry-staying in orbit to pick up valkryies after dropping off the Inquisitiorial team to pick Nicole up later when she signals she's done>)

 

Nicole contemplated her situation as the transport with her and her team headed toward Maeroc IV, away from the main battlegroup. She had judged the mission by the conclave as being roughly between a regular investigation and a small military operation, and she still hoped she wasn't leading everyone into a deathtrap. 20 Stormtroopers were aboard under the command of Sergeant Franklin Figaro, who had served with her for some time. There were the two assassins, Celia and Lede, both full of lethal grace that she had attempted to study and learn from. Kenneth and William, Bosco, the servo-skull, and Sister Helena accompanied her, along with Inquisitor Gabriel Crown and his servant, Sergeant Dyna Polarius.

 

The plan was to allow the transport to ferry them into the atmosphere, where they would land at a suitable point in the Valkyries, which would drop them off then return to the transport. If possible the transport would return to orbit and await her signal for an extraction, however if the situation grew too unstable the transport would return to the main battlegroup. She and her men had ample supplies for an extended stay, including camping and communication equipment. Short of a full scale rebellion they should be alright, if everything went to plan.

 

Nicole knew better than to think that would occur, however like all of mankind she planned anyway.

 

Like the knowledge Gabriel was a Xanthite. He had revealed this during their social conversation aboard the Cavalier, in fact he had seemed surprised she hadn't shot him after the revelation. Perhaps she should have, but frivolous deaths of servants of the Emperor seemed counter-productive when they needed their resources to bring down bigger heretics such as Basavriuk. He was extremely cautious and polite, even charming, however she suspected he was attempting to get his way into her good graces. This could be genuine, it could also be a ploy to get her off her guard, or some layered Radical treachery. There was some amount of cooperation between Horusians and Xanthites as far as she could tell, however simply because it was possible did not make it true.

 

She had resolved to wait and watch. She would watch this Gabriel, and ensure that he did not delve past the point of legitimate heresy. Like all Thorians she was vehomently against the use of chaos and the warp in any amount, whereas the theory that it could be harnessed safely was the entire basis of the Xanthite philosophy. Had he gone too far already? Was he still loyal to the Imperium, dispite attempting to use the tools of the enemy? She knew some Inquisitors used the knowledge of the Eldar, and other xenos races successfully without endangering their souls, but chaos itself was another matter. In the end, she had determined that Basavriuk posed the bigger, more immediate threat. The problem of Gabriel's questionable beliefs could be dealt with later.

 

In a matter of hours they should reach Maeroc IV. She would have plenty of time to deal with Gabriel.

[Grand Master Tyrak]

*In-character*

Tyrak stepped off the ramp of the Thunderhawk onto the landing bay. Taking in a deep lungful of ship air, and feeling the engine vibration in the deck plates underneath his boots, he muttered,

"Much better."

"Sir?"

"Its nothing."

Hayes walked into the landing bay.

"Sir, we've recieved a message from an Inquisitor Stanislaus, requesting permission to dock. Do you want me to proceed?"

"Very well Mr Hayes. Lets get this over with. Take the prisoner to the cell bays. Mr Serk, you and your squad of ten will reman here to act as an honour guard. This shouldn't take long. Hpoefully we can all get it over with and get on with what we are supposed to be doing."

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Hospitaller Superior Laureine berating two of his men, who carried Thaddeus on a stretcher. Obviously they hadn't given Thaddeus the right stabilising drugs. Or too many. He'd have to wait to check how fit Thaddeus would be by the next mission . . .

[Chengar Qordath]

*IC*

Inquisitor Kolbe glanced over briefly as the prisoner was escorted away by Tyrak's men, then turned to regard her fellow Inquisitor. "As he is your prisoner I shall the interrogation in your more than capable hands for the moment unless you wish me to present; I would like the opportunity to make a few inquiries of my own with the man once you finished your business with him but before he is disposed of."

 

*OOC*

Does Maeroc IV have a starport? I thought it was only at around a medieval/renaissance tech level...

[Grand Master Tyrak]

Chengar Qordath Posted Today, 10:17 AM

*OOC*

Does Maeroc IV have a starport? I thought it was only at around a medieval/renaissance tech level...

 

Yeah, thats what I thought too. Blackpowder weapons, wood roofs, stone walls, Imperial Chapel taking the place of the town church, that kind of stuff.

[Skytear]

As the transport soared towards the planet full speed, Inquisitor Gabriel Crown cast out his gaze over the roomy cargo bay. Polarion, always by his side, had sat down on a heavy steel crate and was rechecking the circuitry of her plasma-cannon. They had made some last changed to it last night no one should know of. Gabriel liked to keep aces up his sleeve. And being in the Inquistion, much more so a Xanthite gave you an extremely interesting arsenal of aces.

 

He had enjoyed the last night. The wine had been good, and Pykönnen had proved herself

a polite host. He had tried to talk with her at length, but regrettably, even admirably, the cadian, blonde-haired lady possessed a sense of duty so strong she had not allowed her mind to relax. Gabriel agreed with her – there were more pressing matters at hand. Maybe, he thought, they would have more opportunity to talk at a later time. But still, he had wanted to set aside time for both of them to get to know each other, before embarking onto their mission. The results of that, to him, had been worth it. The cadian inquisitor lady had not cast him out of the system or worse upon learning of his membership within the Xanthites. And if she disliked him, she hid it masterfully. He sensed potential in that. The physical appearance aside, Nicole Pykönnen promised a sharp mind, martial skill and was connected to high-ups within the cadian military. A nice package. A Xanthite could always use every friend in his quests. Gabriel was no tactical genius, he had never been and he doubted ever would have time to study and hone his tactical skills to perfection, but he was good with people and a talented diplomat – and he had the martial skills not to be labeled a hypocritical pretender. People usually followed him out of personal loyalty and because they believed him – not by Inquisitorial decree alone. The black-haired cadian delivered on the things he said.

 

“It all checks out, Boss. Energy Output is at 120 percent.”

Polarian’s voice sounded satisfied.

“120 percent? That is 20 percent over the safety margin. If it blows up, you’re going to be dead for sure.”

A nearby trooper had decided to comment on Polarian’s violation of standard security safeties on Plasma weapons.

“Want to see my Inquisitorial permission, Trooper?”

Polarion shot the cadian a charming smile and then reached for her left thigh, her hand

Wandering suggestively over her tight-fitting bodysuit.

“I have it hidden…somewhere here. Now let’s look, shall we?”

That was one of the things she had picked up from her boss. Smile hard and smack back. Only that Gabriel was not a woman.

Sometimes, the Inquisitor thought what social arsenal of weaponry he would have at hand if he was. It frightened him.

“Uh, no. It’s alright Ma’am.”

The trooper turned around to his squad who welcomed him with amused laughter.

Morale was good, apparently. Polarian gave her boss a playful smile.

“They never follow through, too bad. About time I get a vacation.”

“Then maybe you should get another job. I hear they’re always looking for farmers on agri-worlds.”

Crown returned her smile as he inspectingly turned his psycannon.

Polarion gave him a lengthy mustering look before she returned her attention to her weapon.

“You know any good spots, Boss?”

“Lots. We’re headed for one of them right now.”

Polarion again smiled in agreement.

“Thought so. I better get her pretty and me in shape then.”

With that, Polarian connectively slid the energy cable from her backpack into the rear conduit of her weapon, which started to hiss and hum with renewed vigor.

“Beautiful”, she said with a smile.

[Captain Hajime]

Calling out to Inquistor Tyrak, Donald says "I should remind you that their might be more than our Heretic at work here. We should be mindful of this. Is it possible to keep this area secure so that we have a safe landing site?"

[Captain Malachi]

*IC*

"Inquisitor Mallard, I will go back to the planet to secure the landing site, I need to find out if the Valorous Heart will ever fly again anyway." I said, as I exited Tyraks thunderhawk, quickly thanking him for giving me a lift back to orbit. "I could use some stormtroopers though, if anyone has some available?" I finished, before leaving to find tech-magos Alasor, my personal envoy to the adeptus mechanicus, as I knew I would need his help if I was ever going to get the valkyrie flying.

[The emperors chosen]

IC

toward the end of the system, a disturbance could be felt in the warp, as a ship was coming out of it. As the endevor class ligh cruiser (look it up un BFG) came into orbit, the word "ranger" could be seen on the side of it.

(aboard the ranger)

"bring the heretic in here" said James, as a guard brought one of the heretics captured in the battle up to him.

"thank you captain, you may leave now" jaes said, as he went and locked the door,"now heretic, lets see what you know..."

OC

Inquisitor James ship has arrived., and he has in his retinue,a ten man squad of stormtroopers, and a squad of the storm hawks space marines, with thunderhawk, he also has his ship, the ranger.

[Shunch]

**OOC**

Hm. Starport or no Starport? I say if Kadaeux found one, good for him. Remember, this is a fringe world, hardly colonized. In one hemisphere, there might be some minor Imperial settlements, a starport here, etc. while on the other side of the planet, there might be totally untouched, semi-primitive cultures, whom only the Imperial Missionaries have thus far reached. The entire planet doesn't have to be fully integrated - huge jungles and roving cultists are definitely gonna make stuff like that difficult.

 

**IC**

The doors flew open, striking the walls with a bang, and Dioq spun away from his work, his look of annoyance quickly vanishing as he saw it was Basavriuk.

 

"What have you done to me, witch?" snarled Basavriuk through his teeth. "Emperor damn you, what have you done?"

 

"There was...a...a slight complication in the re-grafting process" said Dioq, "An aberration"

 

With a roar, Basavriuk grabbed the psyker by his collar and hoisted him up against the wall.

 

"Damn your subtleties! Tell me now, simply, precisely what you have wrought!"

 

Dioq attempted to reply, but only gurgling issued from his mouth. Basavriuk held him there for several moments and savored the sounds of Dioq fighting to breathe.

 

He released Dioq, and the man fell to the ground, massaging his neck and gasping for breath. When he looked up at the inquisitor, his eyes were full of fear. Finally thought Basavriuk a measure of respect.

 

"Something went wrong" explained Dioq "we don't know how or why, but some denizen of the warp violated the ceremony. It reached the conduit in the basin, and when you stuck your arm in it...well...it entered your body. A partial possesion."

 

Basavriuk couldn't even speak. Trembling with rage, he hoisted the psyker to his feet, pulled out his bolt pistol, and pointed it right between Dioq's eyes.

 

"Give me a reason, Francois. Give me a reason I shouldn't end your miserable life right here for what you've done!"

 

"But it's a gift!" shrilled Dioq, "An advantage! The daemon that has entered you is only a minor one, possibly just a beast or a hound of the Gods"

 

"You've not convinced me", said Basavriuk, pulling the slide back on the pistol.

 

"Listen! The fact that you are still sane - the fact that you can still control yourself - means the daemon is too weak to overcome your mind! You can coexist with it, use the benefits. This is a tool, just like a daemonhost! You've always said the warp was just a weapon waiting to be used!"

 

Basavriuk thought about this for a moment, and then returned his pistol to its holster. Turning his back on the psyker and stalking out of the room, Basavriuk turned to Dioq just before leaving and stared into his eyes.

 

"You've stayed your execution one more day, witch. But you owe me. I want you to find these Puritans for me, and eliminate them. I'm no longer in the mood to play games"

 

"Kill them?" wailed Dioq "But together, the Conclave is too much to simply kill!"

 

"Maybe for you, perhaps" sneered Basavriuk.

[The emperors chosen]

0c

can people please put if they are on the planets, or if they are on ships(and which ones) it is getting hard to keep track,please?

[Grand Master Tyrak]

aboard the ranger)

"bring the heretic in here" said James, as a guard brought one of the heretics captured in the battle up to him.

"thank you captain, you may leave now" jaes said, as he went and locked the door,"now heretic, lets see what you know..."

 

*Out of character*

Have you got a prisoner too? :cry: How many do we have? ;)

[The emperors chosen]

Have you got a prisoner too? How many do we have? -quote

OC

i think we have 2 prisoners

IC

on the Ranger

James wiped his head,interrogating the heretic had proved hard work, when captain Lysander walked up"sir, we have lost contact with th admech force on the planet, last reported near some ruins,what should we do?"

"Prepare for a combat drop, we are going to find out what happened to those men"

"Should I inform the other Inquisitors,my lord?''

"no need, they don't need to know about this"

 

OC

back to the planet

[Kadaeux]

OOC: I use the term "Starport" lightly. Its likely with the Conclave operations here that a temporary set of landing pads and such would have been cleared with temporary flakboard air control stations.

[Inquisitor Fox]

(OOC)

 

Normally I might agree with you, but at the moment the conclave touched down, talked to some priests that were generally uncooperative, then got attacked. They had a firefight, grabbed a survivor, and fled back to their ships.

 

They haven't been here that long yet *grins*

[Kadaeux]

Inquistor Ryas looked around the desolate strip. He'd been mistaken in referring to it as a Starport, more accurately it was a Crater that someone had dropped a few landing lights around. His navigator had informed him the trajectories and vectors had been transmitted by one of the ships in orbit. Already his landing had aquired interest and probably no small amount of attention from the enemy. His micro-bead ticked. "Inquisitor, i'm detecting a psyker in the crowds." Next to him the six calm figures in thick hessian robes didn't twitch. Arco Flagellants never did until it was too late.

 

"Open a channel to the Firebird Rising." A moment later a tick over the comm-bead connected him to the vessel. "This is Inquisitor Ryas Colax, I have just deployed to the Surface, I seem to be attracting a crowd and my Astropath seems to have found a psyker somewhere in the crowd."

 

"Inquisitor, message aknowledged and being passed on." The response came as four Stormtroopers exited the Starhawk to flank Ryas and raised their weapons. It was fortunate they were within the starhawks sheild envelope. The crew began to cycle up the guns to active. The crowd seemed remarkably calm for an exitable lot of primatives.

 

One of them stepped forth from the crowd. Cowled in the robes of a local priest Ryas recognised the symbols of the archenemy etched in gold and red. The gold seemed to glow for a moment before the figure howled and stepped back out of his untouchable effect. It was the Psyker.

 

"You aren't welcome her dog of the false emperor!" It uttered in broken low gothic. We do not like intruders into our domain." Ryas laughed aloud making the Psyker even more uncomfortable around his negative presence.

 

"You are merely vermin squatting upon the God-Emperors domain. While not our main target we'll be happy to give you our eviction notice." He lifted the Incinerator and triggered its small flame ready to ignite blessed promethium.

 

"We share the same enemy, but that does not make us freinds!" The Psyker roared before casting some warped obscenity that took him and his followers away on the wind as ash. Ryas had no doubt they would be formed again elsewhere.

[ripath]

"So are you going for the rugged archeologist look?" asked Wade.

"What do you mean?"

"Well from the autopsies I've seen Inquisitors appear to find armor in style."

"What Inquisitor did you dissect Wade? Do I need to turn you in? I mean come on, I'm already on bad enough terms with some of them as it is."

"It was only an interrogator.

"Thats a relief. Who's interrogator did you dismember?

"Actually it was an interrogator and his Inquisitor."

"I would ask but."

"But what?"

Stanislaus pulled out a combat shotgun and aimed at Wade. "This with your cancer causing every cell in your body to regenerate every six seconds I don't need to worry about the repercussions of this." BAM! Pulling the trigger Stanislaus painted the interior of the thunderhawk with Wade's skull. A helmeted head poked through the doorway with a hellgun leveled and scanning for hostiles. The black faceplate slid up revealing a scarred face that wasn't suprised at what it saw.

"For Something he did or to make sure he didn't ruin your meeting with lord Tyrak Sir?" asked the Stormtrooper

"Both"

The thunder hawk approached the ship and waited for docking clearence before proceeding to the landing bay. "Time to go." said Stanislaus as the Stormtroopers filed in behind him. The thud of the transport setting down sent a tremor through the compartment. The hiss of decompression heralded the opening hatch and invaded the space with light, Stanislaus was already walking down the ramp.

[Captain Hajime]

" [Captain Malachi] You can borrow my Ten Storm Troopers. Jethro join this unit and secure the area."

 

OOC

 

Inquistor Tyrak's Thunderhawk is still on the planet right?

[Captain Malachi]

*IC*

"Thank you Inquisitor Mallard." I said, gesturing to Alasor to enter the dropship we would be using to return to the planet, and then entering myself, Mallards men following in close behind, I could see these men were well trained, and I knew I would be able to count on them if a fight started.

 

*OOC*

I got the impression we'd all returned to the Firebird Rising. *shrug*

[Grand Master Tyrak]

Captain Malachi Posted Today, 07:59 AM

*OOC*

I got the impression we'd all returned to the Firebird Rising. *shrug*

 

Yup, I'm afraid I've left with the prisoner. Tyrak is currently pacing the launch bay impatiently to get the formalities of meeting Stanislaus over. I'll post that in-character some time this evening - I'm currently moving out of my Uni. Halls so I don't have much time.