The WH40k RP - Talio Secundus

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As the Ordo Hereticus' Sword-class frigate Venator Veneficorum cruised on its way toward Talio Secundus, Milo Trask sat in his stateroom in doubt. He was troubled by the task ahead; if, as Inquisitor Geron suspected, he was chasing down a false rumor - a supposition supported by the fact that the Black Ships had been through the Talio system a scant month earlier - why was Trask leading an Inquisitorial mission there? On the other hand, if the rumor were true, how would he succeed when even Geron had failed... and nearly lost his life in the process?

Milo berated himself for such doubts and knelt in prayer, asking for the Emperor's guidance. He had been the instrument of the Golden Throne's justice before and would be again, no matter how the path to service was laid out. Milo began to relax as he silently recited the liturgy; he was unique in the Inquisition for his devotion to the forms of the Imperial Church, although it was probably to be expected from a former cleric of the Ecclesiarchy. Finished with his prayer, Milo stood and performed brief invocations over his wargear as he reflected on his more important tools: the information he had and the human resources assigned.

Geron had warned Milo that Narchana's skill as a demagogue was a far greater weapon than even his ability as a psyker, and to beware anyone with whom he'd been in contact. Lexmechanic Christobel had lectured Milo on the salient facts about Talio Secundus, and provided stacks of data slates detailing population centers; local government; Church and Administratum presences; and PDF, Imperial Guard and Navy, and Adeptus Arbites dispositions.

The people involved left him less certain. The Culexus assassin spent most of his time alone, used to people being unable to abide his presence; his dedication to the Emperor was unquestionable, though, and Milo forced himself to view Pahr's status as a ''blank" as a gift with which to bring vengeance to His enemies. Similarly, the feral-worlder Stig had enough indoctrination - from either a right-minded family or a brave missionary - to be an assett to the Inquisition. Von Hydden, the stormtrooper officer whom they were to meet, was a proven veteran of service to the Ordo; and the doctor Karibi and the officer Naja had enough loyal Guard service to not warrant anything but the most basic professional paranoia, although Naja's noble life was worthy of scrutiny. Karibi in addition had shown himself to be able to extract information for the Ordo when even psyker explicators could not.

The novice Sister of Silence concerned him. Trask's background as well as his profession made him suspicious of certain adepta with their own flawed views of the Emperor of Mankind. The Adeptus Mechanicus had their twisted "Machine God" interpretation, and certain Adeptus Astartes chapters revered their primarchs more than the Emperor. Deep down, though, Milo was forced to admit that he was perhaps envious of the Adeptus Astra Telepathica's unique relationship with the Golden Throne. He certainly didn't want to be the disfigured fodder for the Astronomican, but... However, after Geron had requisitioned the astropaths' records on Talio, it was inevitable that they would send their own representative - and as the group charged with policing the other organizations of the Imperium, it behooved the Ordo Hereticus to maintain an appearance of openness.

Another complicated message, Milo thought as he made the sign of the aquila across his chest. She too can be an instrument of the Emperor's justice. Milo straightened his robes and proceeded to the ship's chapel to conduct the briefing he had scheduled.
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Enrick peaked around the corner. It was clear. He moved quickly down the back alley, making sure his hood didn't fall back. His boots splashed the muck mixed water, or what passed for water on this world. "Entry in thirty." His comm clicked his dream words. "Come on in dear, I left the door open. Don't forget to wipe your boots this time." Enrick stopped at smaller then normal door. Hefted the metal laylock and stepped loudly onto the rugged floor. A pair of old women gave Enrick a rather rough glare at the sound. "You kids now adays have not a drop of quite in you..." Enrick rolled back his hood and unbuttoned his trenchcoat. "When I was your age and on my first mission, I stayed light on my feet." The old women next to her laughed. "Thats only because you were on your back so much!" After trading eyes, the old women went back to their cards. Enrick hung up his coat and opened a small package. "Here you go aunt Gem. Fresh from home." Gem reached up quickly as her hands could and snatched the package. "OH DEAR YOU DID GET THEM!" Gem layed down her cards and grabbed a short barrel IG Combat Shotgun. Dropping the butt to her thigh and pulling the mag. From the package, her hands gripped a slightly larger mag which she quickly slapped in place. "Yes I did aunt Gem. Brand new from home with father's love." Enrick walked over to the stove, grabbing a luke warm dinner plate. Enrick took a bite, enjoying the smile on Gem's face. The floor lifted and the hidded stairwell showed with Tof waving Enrick down. "Come on, we got work."

Enrick followed Tof down the stairs, closing the hide hatch as he went. Tof punched a keypad opening a large vault door. "So, what did you get for her this time?" asked Tof as the pair entired the ten meter by twenty meter room. "Some new APRs. Magnesium caps, like little mini shaped charges for shotguns." Enrick replied, Tof nodded. "Emperor's bless Enrick, why don't you just talk her into a plasma pistol?" Enrick laughed. "She doesn't want one, likes that old Guard weapon of her husband's. Thinks its good luck or something. Stop asking questions... What's the mission?"

Tof took a seat and brought up a console. "Ordo, fresh print. Rogue freak on the run who seems to cause a lot of trouble. Think he might be looking to get some claws in the higher ups. Bosses are sending a team our way. Orders are to make contact and keep things as calm and quiet as possible." Enrick slowed his eating to reply. "How far out are they?" "Can't be far now. The whole deal came down in text." "They're in system!?" "Looks like. We've got friends coming for awhile. I'll ready the bunks and armory. You better get ready to run. We'll only have about six hours till we get notice of where the drop will be made." "Screw dinner, I'm going to bed."
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Octavian was not a patient man. Never was, never will be. The little patience that the God Emperor had granted him had long been strained and fractured by his ship mates. Proper edicate dictated that someone of his high born status should not associate with the common cannon fodder but the upper echelon of society instead. With this ship that meant only a few men.

"Of course the serfs resented the reperations to the other noble house hold but we felt it prudent to dictate that intra house hold strife should be forgiven when our errorneous choice of legality desuaded any immediate long term alliances from forming." Lord Palmerson was saying to Octavian as he explained the politics of his homeworld.

Octavian turned away from the babbling imbicile. This is the percise reason he had ran away as a youth. To get away from Palmersons. Every fucking time he went to a ball, every fucking time he visited a casino Lord Palmersons blabbed about political edicate or the proper way the low borns should behave in their presence. Every... fucking... time. Octavian turned back to Lord Palmerson who was seated in a leather chair with a massage feature set to low. The low sound of the vibrating coils in the chair and the air cirulating through the ship was the only sound for a moment before Octavian spoke. "So what you're telling me is that some how in your infinate wisdom you fucked up."

"Now see here I will not be accosted-"

Octavian punched the noble in the face cutting off his response, "Accosted? You don't know the meaning of the fucking word you boring ass cocksucker." He said moving forward his right hand closing around the other man's neck. He could feel the freightened man's pulse quicken as sweat appeared on the pale man's face. "I don't give a damn about your petty tribulations or formalities. If you want to talk to me you talk to me about interesting fucking topics. I don't want to hear about how you bent over to get reemed because you failed to assassinate a rival family."

Before Lord Palmerson could respond the door to the parlor opened and a guard walked in, "Forgive the intru-" He abruptly cut off seeing Octavian with his hand to Palmerson's throat.

"I'm fixing his collar." Octavian said glaring at the newcomer.

"It was crooked." Lord Palmerson added in despite blood running form his nose.

"I see.. Sir the Captain would like to speak with you at your earliest convience." The guard replied.

"Fine." Octavian replied letting go of Lord Palmerson. As he walked out he added, "Check the astospheric density, its a little light aired in here. Gave Lord Palmerson a bloody nose."
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Stig wandered the halls of the frigate occasionally glancing down at a battered map he had been given when he came aboard. He was not happy about being on this flying coffin but he had a plan; find the boss and get drunk. Or find the boss, find out what the job was and then get drunk. Either one was good.

The ship bothered him, the smell, the lack of sky, the condemned criminals the Inquisition used to crew it, it was all unsettling. So he had spent a good portion of the trip drunk of his fundament, the ship itself seemed to lack an available supply of alcohol. Fortunately he had secreted several bottles of fortified wine (fortified with a hallucegenic sap) and a large supply of mead in his trophy bag. He couldn't help but laugh to himself as he recalled the look of the ships security party when they opened it and recoiled at the smell. It hadn't taken long for them to just wave him through.

He hadn't seen much of his new cohorts during the trip and the ships mess could only provide so much diversion, the crew eating there when he was present gave him a wide berth and he had tired of trying to talk or engage them in any other activity.

As he turned another corner he found himself before a wide set of garishly decorated doors. "This has got to be it" he thought to himself and pushed through.

As he entered he noted the large statue of the Emperor at the far end, "please let there be some woman where we're going or at least something to drink" he muttered to himself and picked out a nice shadow to stand in while he waited for the rest.
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Footsteps echoed along the dark corridor that ran down the length of the Frigate, a hard metallic clatter that resounded off the structured hallway. Galatea took little notice of it, nor of the noise that sprung from the very metal she was contained within. Nothing was going to draw from her mind the thoughts that filled it, not the noises of her armoured boots, nor the furtive whispers that seemed to seep through the walls of the ship. The Convict's that maintained this craft were fond of a well spun tale, and plenty had been spat from the lips about the "Blank Banshee" as she had been named.

Her mind and, by consequence, her thoughts were fixed upon the last meeting. The last conversation she had with Sister Maria of her order. It had stunk of disciplinary action, although she had received none as yet. Her repentance for...."terminating" the dissident was to assist in this mission. She had been a little voracious in her teaching the dissident the error of his ways, and that had caused her trouble. She had been up for acceptance into full sisterhood very soon, but that had diminished her chances. A rare lapse in her emotional "suppression" (not complete, but severely limited) had caused her outburst of passion and anger. She had hoped to get off easy, and she had. At least she had not been submitted to a Repentia squad.

Without noticing, she strode into the room of which she was destined. Only the figure staring at her standing still made her stop. She turned. Some low creature of some form, a feral or some such. She decided to make watch of him, and wait for the time. She positioned herself under the emperor's seal, and closed her eyes, reveling in the memory of her first preaching. The Fire that ran through the preachers eyes, the wind that rallied to his cause, the drama of the delivery...the light that had illuminated her to his light.
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"Great, a sister" thought Stig as he noted the entry of the woman. Wondering how having one of the Ecclesiarchy's pet psycho's on hand would play out, he grabbed a nearby pew and dragged it into his shadowed corner and flopped down. Moving his chainsword around so he'd have easy access and laying his fathers battered flintlock beside him on the seat, he rummaged in his pack and brought out some jerky and a stone bottle of mead.

"Frag, this is good stuff", he muttered to himself as he took a swig, followed quickly by an enormous belch.

"Where the frak is the boss?" He wondered allowed as he picked the odd bit of jerky that had fallen in his untamed beard. Keeping his gaze on the door, with the odd glance at the sister, who seemed to be lost in thought, he began to ponder how much mead he could get down range before the Chief got here.
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Pahr smirked as the last tendril of smoke wafted away. He set the instrument back in the tray, pleased at the result; another symbol joined the adjacent one on his forearm, ancient sigils to ward off Chaos. He leaned back, staring at the ceiling of his cramped, austere quarters as he concentrated on the pain. A thin smile parted his pale lips as he lifted his whip from the tray; the dim light from the candles glinted off of the tiny razor sharp hooks embedded in its braids.

He nearly cried out in ecstasy as the first lash tore into the flesh of his back. That one was for doubting the value of the mission.

The second stroke sprayed his blood onto the bulkhead, a curious dark color in the candlelight. That was for questioning the wisdom of not sending a full Inquisitor on the mission.

Another lash, and more blood spattered against steel. The barbs sang as they whistled through the air; a beautiful whisper of pain. For pride - he believed he could handle this threat alone.

A final strike, lower on his back, and he nearly winced from the pain. For the Emperor, and the suffering he endured in his living death, for the benefit of mankind.

Pahr stood, his pale, gangly form illuminated in orange radiance as he poured astringent over the rivulets of blood on his back. The sharp smell of the chemical filled his nostrils, and he re-wrapped gauze around his chest before pulling on his Synskin. The black garment slid over his body, as tight fitting as his own skin, and made him even more silent, even more deadly. Next came his armor; a flexed composite he'd been granted for an especially atrocious murder at the behest of his Temple. He shrugged on his bandolier, and a dozen toxic blades slid into its various sheathes, followed by two-dozen more throwing stars in their slots.

As he pulled his long black cloak over his shoulders and headed out the door to the briefing, he spared a glance into the washbasin mirror. The black eyes that stared back from their hollow sockets made him smile again. A face that people feared. A face that people shunned.

Just as he preferred.
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Octavian, the Hammer of the Orks, stormed through the ship's decks. The captain had invited him for some tea. Fucking idiot meathead. Why would he as a member of the Inquisition's retinue be interested in that exchange? "A circle jerk sounds more fun." He muttered.

"Sir?" A hapless crewman who had moved to the side of the hallway to make room asked.

Octavian halted before the crewman giving him a glare, "You ever fucking talk to me again and I'll fucking rip your throat out." Octavian then turned and continued walking. His employeer seemed reasonable maybe some of the others on the team could satisfy his taste for a happening away from the fucking pricks who sit with their thumbs up their asses and expect a fucking medal when low borns, as orkbrained as they might be, do the work. If his military experience taught him anything it was that a cogboy draftie prick was about as smart as a fucking chemical toilet. A leader had to be there with the fuck tards to make it happen.

Octavian walked past an open room as he stormed about. Inside a sister sat praying. Octavian eyed her briefly, "Now there's a snatch I wouldn't mind branding." He muttered under his breath and walked in. In the room a feral man sat with a chainsword next to him. "Who the fuck are you?" Naja asked the man.
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The new arrival in the room made glanced the way of the novice, muttering something under the threshold of her hearing. The slight smile that had tainted his countenance hinted that his thoughts were not about the imposingly heavy armour, more of the imposingly large physical attributes she had been gifted with. No matter. He would learn soon enough that she was not a woman worthy of trifling with, if he valued his corporeal existence.

She closed her eyes again and uttered a small set of words in honour of her father, the father of mankind. Once completed, she opened her eyes and directed them at the feral in the corner. The angular, sideward glance she caste would give most men a shiver to the bone, and yet he seemed unaffected. Curiousity sparked in her mind for a moment, and she turned her head to study his feature a little greater. In hand a generous bottle was positioned, and she guessed immediately that his senses had been dulled by the poisoning of alcohol. She had never developed a taste for the narcotic, it drew her attention away from her purpose and her position. But if he wished to poison his bodily temple to the god-emperor, it was his choice. He would receive his just damnation at some other time.

She stood up at the perfect moment to catch the glaring light of the room, and from the front it would have made an awe-inspiring sight. She stood before the massive seal of the emperor, the light casting a shadow over the room and over Galatea. She stood in its shadow, as if to symbolize the Emperor standing over her shoulder at all times. It was the perfect symphony of worshipper and worshipped, father and daughter...The protector and his servant.

She revelled in the thought for a moment, before moving away, gently stepping toward the pair that had taken residence in the side of the room. She wouldnt communicate unless necessary, it was up to them to talk to her.
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Stig eyed up the newcomer and chuckled to himself, Emperor save him from his "betters" he thought.

"My name is Stig, old man" Stig replied, standing up and offering his hand. "Care for a drink, or am I going to have to partake of the Emperor's bounty on my own. It's a fair bet that the good sister here wants none of it!"

Stig angled his head a bit to take in the Sister, and figured he may as well be generous. "What say you sister, would you care to partake with us or shall we just compare arms? I think our new friend here might be interested in your guns."
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"Careful, edjit!" Doctor Marco Karibi yelled across the cargo hold at the young naval conscript. "The contents of those cases are worth far more than you are, so drop them at your own peril."

The young man muttered something inaudible, yet appropriately apologetic sounding, and placed the third and final case on the ground with the other two. Somewhat satisfied, Karibi put the Iho-stick he had been smoking back in his mouth, calmly ignoring the large "No Ignition Sources" sign printed on the far wall.

"That's the last of them, Sir." The conscript spoke up, checking the list he had been given.

"Good. Take them to my quarters on C-deck." Karibi said, gesturing vaguely upwards with the Iho-stick. "I'll handle them from there."

"Aye, Sir." The young man answered. He hesitated for a moment, clearly intending to inform the doctor about the fact that smoking was prohibited on the vessel, but then thought better of it.
Karibi, being of a small and skinny build, was far from the most intimidating person the conscript had encountered. His authority as a member of an Inquisitor's retinue, however, was enough to convince the young man to just stay quiet and do what he was told. "Will there be anything else, Sir?"

"No." Karibi shook his head. "Just bring them up to C-deck, aft quarters, number 917. Just leave them on the table in there."

"Aye, Sir." The conscript answered and threw a vague salute before gathering up the cases and heading for the exit.

I'll be glad to get off this damn ship. Karibi thought, leaning back against a crate of whatever to finish his smoke. The entire ship stank of sweat, petrolium and some other unameable smells due to the recycled air, and most of the ship was uncomfortably cramped. Having served on board a Navy warship before, this was no surprise to him. It didn't make it any more comfortable, though, and he'd be glad to get back on a planet again.

He glanced at his watch, surprised to find that locating his equipment's whereabouts on the ship had taken a good deal of time. His more dubious gear had been stowed down in the cargo holds as soon as it had arrived on the ship, due to whatever security measures the captain had in force. Now that the ship was nearing its destination, he'd been given permission to retrieve his equipment in preparation for arrival.

Feck. He thought. That meeting with my new employer is in an hour. Better get going. With a weary sigh, he stubbed out the Iho-stick and tossed it into a waste recepticle on the way out.

* * *

In the end, it took him the best part of half an hour to locate the Interrogator's quarters. Walking through the elabourate doors into the spacious anteroom, he noted the presence of several others.

"Who the fuck are you?" He heard someone ask. He looked around in surprise, initialy thinking the query was aimed at him, but noticed that the source was some over-dressed fop addressing a filthy and dangerous looking feral man. He's gonna earn himself a beating if he's not careful. Karibi thought, surpressing the urge to smile at the tought, recalling how one of the officers back in the Savaven 3rd regiment had gotten the shit thoroughly kicked out of him for addressing the local of some backwater craphole without the proper respect.

Casting a quick look around the room, Karibi spotted a Sister standing up from in front of a statue of the Emperor. Aside from the four of them, there was no one else in sight. With a vague salute to the Emperor's statue, Karibi leaned against a shadowy wall, content to ignore and be ignored by the rest of them. He glanced at his watch. 22: 27. Still over half an hour to go.

Karibi sighed. If there was one thing he hated, it was standing around doing feck all. Still, at least it was quiet here. Elsewhere on the ship, the noise of a thousand or so crewmen was incessant. Slipping a small paper-backed novel out of a coat pocket, he located where he had left off and settled in to spend the next half hour in peace and quiet.
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"Fucking A I'd like some." Octavian said holding out his hand, "This good shit?"

"Emperor's best," The feral replied and handed him the small jug. Naja took a sip then grinned and took a larger swig and handed it back. "You approve?" The feral man asked as he accepted back his drink.

"Not bad. The nessecities of being surrounded by c*******ers who never worked a day in their fucking life has forced me to make this a social call if you don't have a fucking problem. Inquisition retinue correct?"

The feral man paused as if trying to understand what was being said then nodded.

"Ah good." Naja replied and turned to the new comer. "And you going to speak up or trespass behind me like some queer Eldar Xeno cocksucker?" Octavian turned back to the feral man, "What's your name?"
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Karibi paused, mid-page turn, in surprise at the language the fop had directed at him. It wasn't often that the miscellaneous inbred idiots of the higher class would stoop to using such 'common' expressions.

Now, He thought. Will it be more entertaining to answer him and spend the next while in peace, or ignore him and watch him get pissed off? As a member of an Inquisitorial retinue, Karibi had just as much authority as the self-important fool, regardless of what fancy titles he had been given by virtue of his birth.
Still, his presence here suggested that he was part of this little jaunt, so getting off on the wrong foot with him might prove counter-productive at a latter date. Although he planned on staying as far away from the fighting as possible, having people happy to watch your back was quite an asset in a worst-case scenario.

"Doctor Marco Karibi." He said quietly, not bothering to look up from his book.
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Stig was somewhat taken a back by the fops question, as he had told him his name not 30 seconds before. He also wasn't sure whether he should back hand the ponce for insulting his literacy or go with it to mess with his mind. Figuring the guy needed to be put in his place he lashed into him with a vicious backhand, knocking him to the floor.

Standing over Octavious with his flintlock pointed at his groin he started laughing jovially.

"My name is Stig, old man. And yes, I speak Gothic quite well."

Offering his hand to the noble, he helped haul him to his feet. "Now perhaps you would like the doctor over there to see to that lip", continued Stig, still chuckling.

"Oh and have this. Consider it payment for making me laugh", Stig said as he passed over the bottle he had been holding. "Enjoy it, I doubt we'll be getting anymore from Home."

At that, Stig sat back down on his pew. Rummaging through his bag for another drink.
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"Perhaps, noble, you would try polite manners. It might stand you in better stead," She said softly, looking at the figure before her. He turned and was about to give a menacingly dirty look, before he noticed the Adeptus Astartes glaring at him coldly. He wasn't exactly familiar with the branch of which she belonged, but she knew the uniform and armour instantly.. He still managed to wrinkle into a face of contempt before uttering yet more words.

"And who the fu....heck are you?" he questioned passionately, almost spluttering with anger as his pride had been severely crippled by the mere feral. She remained blank, and answered.

"Galatea Incartarus, novice of Sister's of silence. And before you rush to make note of my communication, I am permitted to communicate verbally while still a novice," Came the soft, deep response from her husky voice. He nodded in slight approval, before turning to bark at the Feral. She stretched forth and placed a forceful hand upon his chest.

He shivered....the touch felt cold...empty...desolate...as if there was no life force coming from it. "It would be unwise to anger him further. Leave him be."

"Who the fuck gave you authority over me?!" He hollered at her, having reached the very end of his limited patience. She stepped forward and gripped him strongly by the chest. He looked at her with disgust, a look she returned with a blank featureless face.

"I am the emperor's will." She said softly, before dropping him to his feet. She turned and stood next to the seat of which the feral sat.
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