The Aquila lander flying you to the Angelae Imperator was one of the best examples of inter-planetary shuttles that the Inquisition had to offer. Despite its spartan decor, there is something soothing about the grey benches and small confines of the ship. Purity seals and inspirational texts are stuck to the wall, either affixed by an adhesive or etched into the metal itself. Truly, this is a shuttle worthy of the Inquisition.
Some of you remain silent while the others have begun conversing. The conversation in itself is animated, but subdued, but there is an excitement in the air that can be felt.
"We shall begin approaching the Angelae Imperator in twenty standard Terran minutes," the voice of the tech-priest piloting the lander drones over the intercom. "And it will take an additional ten minutes to dock."
Looks like you're going to find out the answer to your earlier question...
Cimbria goes off in search of the facilities
Checking his weapons once again the man in the corner with a stocky build and unruly dark hair that falls almost to his shoulder looks up at the techpriest's announcement. On his lap, along with his flak helmet, is a shotgun that looks equal parts primitive and reliable. Next to him on the bench sits a standard issue lasgun propped against the shuttle wall. An ordinary laspistol sits in the holster at his hip. Rounding out his arsenal is an axe with a crude handle but a gleaming new mono edge. It is placed blade first on the floor of the shuttle a little further from the rest of the man's weapons as if shunned.
He's been letting the conversations of the other three wash over him as he took stock of his weapons. He looks up now
Inquistor Sharben? Man shouldn't have a head. I charged him from his blind spot when he skulking about my neighbours. Swung right at his neck. Dunno how he did it but in 5 seconds I was the one on the floor and he was offering me a job in service to the Emperor
He shurgs and takes the proffered flasks To the Emperor.and takes a swig Warm... good Handing it back he introduces himself with a grin Guardsman Olways. We live for a bit and mebbe I'll tell you my first name
"I question why you would desire to dull your senses with liquor before meeting with an employer you failed to behead but that is your choice, Guardsmen Olways." Vector examines the guardsmans abundance of weaponry before he settle on the scars that are visible. Void dark eyes scanning the telling signs of battles won. "As to his awareness I can only guess that becoming an inquisitor and gaining a sector wide target on his back make something as mundane as a guardsmen attempting to ambush him with an ax something he could prevent in his sleep. This could also be why he chose to stop you in a nonlethal method rather than gutting you like a pig had you presented a larger threat."
Can only go up from here the guardsman says unruffled. Settling back he glances at the axe Was a good swing
Five minutes later Cimbria returns. We have just over 20 minutes left. You should check your gear, make sure nothing is left behind. Make sure everything is operational. If you have a chrono, synchronize it with each other and the relative time of this craft. Check ammo and weapons. Magos Van Mander, if you could provide a blessing on the gear, please...
@the shuttle pilot Can I have a relative time check please?
@all Look sharp, keep your eyes open. If you have a comm set it to channel 15.25, if we have to switch channels, go to 10.25, regardless of what is broadcast. Comm check in five. If you do not have a comm, speak up. If you have any questions or doubts, now is the time to voice them
We're going to make this a habit. Each time, no matter what. Habits like this not only insure your gear is ready, it also calms the mind prior to battle. Nervous Acolytes make mistakes, and we have a very small margin for error. Once you've checked your gear, check your neighbor's gear. Make sure you know what he or she is using and be prepared to pick it up and take their job should they fall. The strongest carry the fallen off the field should that occur. We do not leave anyone behind. I can't promise everyone will come home, but I will do everything in my power to put the odds in our favor.
Fr. Gabriel, a few words would be appropriate here...
Titus sits quietly in a quarter, spun administratum robes clutch close to his old frame. Nervous eyes dart from weapon to weapon, quickly trying to guess the intent and training of each of his companions. Soft mumbling barely coalesces into audible speech, a whispering sibilant speech of one who has lived his whole life under the stern glare of the librarians. "Corpse rations and water.... Legumes, bean or fruit of the Fabachaea family... Ten lashes and the penal brigade for the first and second offense, the commissars tender mercy for the third.... paranoia means you think you matter...... there are no answers, only more questions....... "
With a momentary thought he looks up to the magistrate and quickly notes her attempt to take charge of the situation."I have no form of communication at the present time, my chrono is currently set to ship relative frame to within 6 nano adjustment. Well within prescribed tolerances. If you wish to avoid familiarity you should take each position in turn instead of assuming superiority among acolytes.",
No chrono, no comm. Weapons checked. Simmins replies a but bemused by Cimbra's sudden take charge attitude.
"I was not granted a chrono, nor communication beyond my own voice. The Adept who has yet to share his name has a point on assuming command of the Acolyte cell before Inquisitor Sharben has spoken on the matter."
The Psyker stands from the kneeling position he had been in, bolts of agony from his legs as the blood flow returns and they protest the long wait. The pain is focusing for the man as he readies himself
"I have no issue with your desire to do so though, organizing others has no interest to me. It would be better left to someone who is more suited for administrative duties."
Vector gestures toward his overcloak with his left hand, a gold band fitted with onyx on his ring finger that had been until then hidden in his sleeve
"My ammunition is readied and all other gear I possess is either on my person or my cloak, I will don it when we dock with Angelae Imperator and await instructions from the Inquisitor or his Retinue."
Weapons check. No chrono, no comm. Roth said matter of factly. He didn't care who as in charge. He only cared that he had some breathing room. He had no problem giving everything to the job. He just was happy his downtime would be his own. I got no problem with you leadin' Magistrate.
Roth turns to look at Vector. He shakes his head with near imperceptibility. Poor bastard. That could have been me.
Better you than me. Said the psyker quietly to himself
The still figure at the end of one of the benches watched and listened to the bantering and posturing of the others. The non-descript robe hung about her form, not disguising her fit, lanky frame. The robe also did not however hide certain things when whe boarded the shuttle: a few items of regalia on her lapels and collar, nor the bolter of ancient but recognizable pattern. A Battle Sister shares the journey.
She sits relaxed, but with an intensity that indicates a readiness for action at a moments notice.
They prattle on and on, what dregs has this Inquisitor plumbed to gather such as these? This will certainly be a test of my Faith!
"Taking each position in turn" breeds familiarity, and that authority *is* mine, as recognized by the Lex Imperialis; unless you've a mind to countermand it.
I hear no argument from the Blessed Sister here, nor from the Ecclesiastical representative. Guardsman Olways here gave his readiness without recrimination. Master Vaughn has no problems with a ready-check. That leaves only *you*, and the Omnissian Magos who has thus far not included himself as of yet but neither has he opposed it.
No Magistrate Cimbria, but you must remember that as an Acolyte you now stand equal with us, and that for now the Law does not reside with you.
Before I hear otherwise from Inquisitor Sharben or one of his retinue all your authority means nothing to me, for to obey you without first word from the Inquisitor is to suggest you hold greater authority over me than him. the Psyker states in a calm monotone as he draws closer to the Arbite with single quick step
I do not believe you to be a Lord inquisitor in disguise, so until you can produce such your words have no weight to me.
The Psyker reaches a hand back to his cloak pulling his auto-pistol placing the butt end toward Cimbria before releasing the magazine
As you can see my weapon is loaded, my blade is sharp and I am ready like I have been for this entire trip while you dull your senses with Armasec.
he slides the clip back and the small charm on the end of the gun dangles, light reflecting off what appears to be a quality if unlabeled microbead that has taken a place on the end of a tassel.
Your suggestions are wise ones but, until Inquisitor Sharben has seceded the duty to you, do not presume to be my commanding officer.
As a matter of fact witch, I still retain authority regardless of your seditious opinions. I have not surrendered by badge, nor been released from duty by the Lord Marshall, or any of his duly appointed officers. Rather, I have had additional responsibility placed by my secondment to Inquisitorial staff. I am still duly empowered to investigate mete justice as encoded in the Lex Imperialis. You stray perilously close to the taint of Abstractionism, you should reconsider this course. At your approach Cimbria's hand falls easily to rest on the handle of her club
Simmins stands placing his helmet on his hand and rests his shotgun barrel up against his shoulder while wrapping his hands around his axe as if he's just getting ready to disembark.
Now I'm just a lowly guardsman from a backwater planet and I sure don't know the fancy words you two are throwing at each other. But I sure as hell can tell that what's happening here ain't pleasing to the emperor or the Lord Inquisitor.
Simmins stands placing his helmet on his head and rests his shotgun barrel up against his shoulder while wrapping his hands around his axe as if he's just getting ready to disembark.
Now I'm just a lowly guardsman from a backwater planet and I sure don't know the fancy words you two are throwing at each other. But I sure as hell can tell that what's happening here ain't pleasing to the Emperor or the Lord Inquisitor.
Yeah! We got plenty to kill, without killin' eachother. Roth gives a half crooked smile to Vector. I give you one in six chances against the Magistrate.
Titus stands up quietly, his robes shifting as he does. The small blue band marking him as among the laity of the cult of the Omnissiah barely standing out against the grey of his robes. A look of sadness firmly entrenched upon his face, as one who knows the outcome of his actions but is still forced to follow them even though he does not like where they lead. He rests his gaze upon the Magistrate.
The slow staccato of the adepts voice seems to pierce the tension of the situation. His measured response calculated to put the subject to rest with a eighty-seven percent certainty, well above the acceptable risk of failure. "Magistrate, I am Verispex Adept Scipio. Badge Identification Gamma Sigma Omicron Xi Zero Zero Zero One Three Three Five Two Six One Division Marker Two Two Four Eight Two Precinct Nine Nine Seven. Specialization classified under the holy specifications of the tome of procedural documentation and inspection. Your actions breed the same familiarity you propose to avoid. I hope you will avoid such assumptions when dealing with any suspects we may be called to pursue in the course of our holy missions. The enemies of justice are never beyond our reach, but may be harder to classify than you seem to be capable of. Now Magistrate I will give you the respect of your title, the respect you forgot when you did not inquire of mine. Our duty ever to the Emperor and his Holy Imperium."
Titus shakes his head and mutters something about the inexactitude of situational understanding and the need for more informational input as he sits back down, as if the matter had resolved itself and was no longer his concern. He begins to recite the Lex Imperialis in a low tone as he awaits the docking of the ship, hoping that the matter is truly closed and that he hadn't just made a social faux pas or missed an obscure hierarchical loop hole that placed this magistrate above him. The law is exact and without question, people though are too messy. Omnissiah protect me as I make my journey, Emperor guard my thought and speed my judgement.
The man Cimbria refers to as Father Gabriel rises from his knelt prostration in the corner. He wears the livery of a soldier below the waist - dark fatigue pants and combat boots, while above he wears a handspun simple tan shirt with a hood pulled over his head. Hanging from his hip are a simple sheathed blade and a multi-thonged short leather whip. Finishing the sign of the Aquila he stands and turning pushes up his sleeves, revealing freshly crafted Ecclesiastical tattoos on top of older scars. Pulling back his hood allows his shaggy black hair to fall, framing his pale face. A touch below two meters in height and of rugged build, there is a strange sharp, gaunt nature to his frame, as though at one time he was bulkier than he is now. Glints of metal are visible beneath his hair along the right side of his head, yet the most striking feature is his eyes - his left is dark brown yet his right is ice blue with an internal gold rim. While the adept recognizes this as a subtle genetic variation known as dual heterochromia, others will likely look on it as a blessing or a curse (depending on the local legends of their homeworld).
His hard jaw and and sharp movements suggest a militant background, yet as he looks toward the company, a warm, disarming smile crosses his face. "Magistrate, thank you for the invitation, though you honor me too highly. My name is Mathias Gabriel, yet I am no priest. I am but a humble novitiate of the Ministorum, newly ordained as part of the Ecclesiarchy, and in that marked a part of the Frateris Militia, given my unique past and talents. If you have need for a title for me, Brother Gabriel, or simply Brother, would do well. Still, allow me to offer a few words as I may, and in them perhaps we can find a point of union, and thereby abandon the conflict and aggression that currently resides within this company over petty words."
Stepping forward, and speaking in a soothing yet powerful rhythmic chant, "Blessed God-Emperor, most radiant light that guides us through the grim darkness of space, let our lives be given up to you as evidence of our devotion, just as you have given of your mortal form to ascend to the Throne whereby you protect all mankind. Let our hearts be humble and our acts be pure. Grant us the wisdom to seek the heretic, and the strength to cleanse the evil. Guard our flesh against the demon's claws and our minds against their wicked lies. Use us as your vengeful purifiers, seeking out corruption and filth so that good may flourish. Bless each of these souls here present, that they may forever walk in Your light, and when the time comes that their service to You ends, we ask that they be judged worthy to be called to Your side at the Golden Throne. Emperor protect."
Turning back to Cimbria, "I thought we were traveling to another vessel, whereby from there we would depart for our missions, but things are still unclear at times, so perhaps I was mistaken. That being the case I will ready myself as for service. I do have comms, a token from my past. I have no chrono as time matters little when what you live on is borrowed, gifted to me by the Emperor so that I may continue to serve. That in turn was delivered to me by our greater leader, the most holy Inquisitor Alistair, and his chirurgeons. As to arms, I have the capability of meting out the Emperor's Judgement either up close or at a good distance."
Gabriel kneels down before his possessions: a field pack with several straps hanging off and a large bundle bound atop a dark ceramite plate. Untying the ropes holding the bundle, he unrolls the bulky package, offering the sign of the Aquila over the blessed instruments of the Emperor's Wrath. Before him are a hefty Armageddon pattern autogun, a Scipio pattern naval stub pistol, and a razor sharp single-edged monosword. Pulling his shirt over his head, he rolls its quickly then places it in his backpack. The casual move reveals the scars of his forearms extend up to his shoulders and across his back and torso, though only slightly up his neck. Pushing the weapons off of the large tan cloth, he lifts it and pulls it over his body, revealing it to actually be a heavy robe with a darker brown scapular and cowl. The garment not only has bulk but also evident points of reinforcement, as would be designed to protect a preacher assigned perhaps to a guard regiment. Pulling a few belts from his backpack and strapping them on, he mounts his sword scabbard across his back, his pistol on his right hip, hefts his pack onto his shoulders and hangs his autogun from a sling diagonally across his left shoulder. After a moment of pause, he lifts the ceramite plate, which has a handle and straps accompanied by a viewport and lockgrip, and reaching back secures the suppression shield to his packpack. Finally, he pulls his Aquila necklace from within his robe, hanging it proudly across his chest.
"I am ready."
"Emperor protect." the psyker echoes, hand going to the ring on his left hand. The tension which had been building in the man like a coiled spring since the start of the conversation evaporating into mist.
"Noviate Gabriel and Versipex adept Scripo are correct, this line of conversation is foolish." he states looking at the adept, reaction obvious when he spots the marking of prestige from the cult of mars on the adepts clothing
"I was ordered here from the Imperial Psykana Scholastica in direct conflict with Scholastica Psykana Primaris Garm Scoria's command that I be assigned under Commisar Draksen of the Catachen jungle fighters for training and experience on Death world Catachan. Due to this I am still under Inquistiorial order and am awaiting assignment, as such your attempts to issue orders to me run counter to the Mandate I am under to ignore any reasignments until Inquisitor Sharben has issued me otherwise. To listen to your orders would be to sign your death warrent as well as mine for you would be going against the command of an Inquisitor of Ordo Malleus which I believe is judged with immediate death if not worse as a first offense."
The psyker finishes evenly.
Emperor protect Simmins echoes and sits back down proceeding to fix the shotgun and lasgun to his back over his flak armor but under the shield that is already strapped there. The butt ends of the weapons poke up vertically from either side giving the Guardsman a slightly vulture like appearance. The axe will go on his hip opposite the las pistol but he leaves it resting on the floor for now. He looks at the cleric of the cell curiously. Thank you for the blessing Brother
Noticing Simmins curious gaze upon him, "What is it that puzzles you Guardsman?"
From your Word to my hand, Imperius Rex. Thank you Brother...
@Vector My orders were to ensure your equipment was ready and to synchronize radio frequencies, dolt. We can't do our respective jobs without each other's support; and part of that support derives from communication. Finding out where our equipment is lacking was also part of that order. We can now requisition enough comms to keep in contact with each other.
Now, since you claim yourself above Imperial Law, show me your rosette. If you have nothing to show, you have nothing to claim. Get that through your thick skull. You may "claim" to be under orders from any number of Inquisitors, but if they have not graced you with their ring, badge or rosette, you have NOTHING! Bluff and bluster will only get you so far before you are called on it.
"What I have are my orders, which is all I need to ignore the wind you produce. That I have no proof of such orders is irrelevant to the situaion at hand as confirmation is quite literally moments away. I would not respond in such maner had you simply phrased your directions as suggestions rather than orders on authority you did not merit. Or were you not the one just one moment ago claiming authority of command as your right by Lex Imperialis? Because I would find that if your memory is that patchy that the only one with bluster in this situation is you."
The psyker states as he reholsters his autopistol on his overcloak, the small unlabeled microbead dangling on its thread.
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"Versipix Adept Scorio, may I ask what you have done to merit the blessings of the Mechanius? The sigil you wear is familiar in style to others a prior superior wore so I can only assume it as a mark of merit."
Begging your pardon Brother, but the preachers on my home world were not nearly as eloquent as yourself. Mebbe after we're sorted I could have a word
Gabriel smiles at Simmins, speaking soft but clearly, "Judging from the vast array of backgrounds and talents we all possess, as well as the conflict occurring in our midst, I would gather that we are all a bit different than the norm, if you will."
Turning toward the rest of the company, in a more firm voice. "But for us to come to tests of authority and power before we even embark on our first mission is folly. It is true, as an officer of the Adeptus Arbites you are the defender and enforcer of the Lex Imperialis, yet you and I both know that the orders of the Holy Ordos rank above the dictates either the Arbites or the Ministorum. Indeed, that is why we are both here, why we are all here. We have all been called to serve the Emperor as acolytes of the most blessed Inquisitor Alistair Sharben, and I will trust that we have each been brought here for a purpose. To that end, and because of my respect for Inquisitor Sharben and his wisdom, I will thus offer you each my respect in turn. I pray that you all can likewise conduct yourselves, so that we may all serve the Emperor in our part."
--IPN campaign BAD ENDING #1--
"Yeah?! well!"
*BANG,*THUD*,*WHOOSH*,*RATATATATA*
Fade to static and black
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Prime examiners log
after much deliberation on the events it appears that the death of all passengers on shuttle 3482 was caused by an escalation of events. the arguing--see vox log 475823-- went to violence and the Psyker escalated the encounter from simple fists by pulling out a fire bomb. He ignited the weapon in his hand after channeling a power to render him immune to the effect.--see coroners report, fire damage.-- The minimal space in the shuttles cabin resulted in the firebomb igniting all of the other fire bombs in the Psykers cloak on the shuttles wall. This immediately engulfed the rest of the area and killed the other acolytes instantly.
the psyker died of combined asphyxiation and bullet wounds as the fire consumed all the oxygen in the area and heated the munitions that he and the rest of the the prospective acolytes brought with them.
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Conclusion
the psyker might have won the argument with his fire, but his execution was shot full of holes.
corollary- We need a new shuttle as it is full of holes
Segundus corollary- we also need a new pilot as he is is also full of holes.
Gabriel smiles at Simmins, speaking soft but clearly, "Judging from the vast array of backgrounds and talents we all possess, as well as the conflict occurring in our midst, I would gather that we are all a bit different than the norm, if you will."
Turning toward the rest of the company, in a more firm voice. "But for us to come to tests of authority and power before we even embark on our first mission is folly. It is true, as an officer of the Adeptus Arbites you are the defender and enforcer of the Lex Imperialis, yet you and I both know that the orders of the Holy Ordos rank above the dictates either the Arbites or the Ministorum. Indeed, that is why we are both here, why we are all here. We have all been called to serve the Emperor as acolytes of the most blessed Inquisitor Alistair Sharben, and I will trust that we have each been brought here for a purpose. To that end, and because of my respect for Inquisitor Sharben and his wisdom, I will thus offer you each my respect in turn. I pray that you all can likewise conduct yourselves, so that we may all serve the Emperor in our part."
Brother Gabriel, you said Inquisitors are beyond the rule of Lex Imperium. By this you are agreeing that an Inquisitor can take any action and not be held liable before the Law. This includes the foulest heresy imagineable. Mind you this is an intellectual exercise only. Would you agree that what I said was correct?
Titus pauses in his meditation as the conversation takes a new and interesting turn. He listens for the clerics response and only gives Vector the minimal attention needed for the question at hand. "It marks me as one who is given over to the Omnissiah. I am not a mangos, only merely an adherent."
Gabriel smiles at Simmins, speaking soft but clearly, "Judging from the vast array of backgrounds and talents we all possess, as well as the conflict occurring in our midst, I would gather that we are all a bit different than the norm, if you will."
Turning toward the rest of the company, in a more firm voice. "But for us to come to tests of authority and power before we even embark on our first mission is folly. It is true, as an officer of the Adeptus Arbites you are the defender and enforcer of the Lex Imperialis, yet you and I both know that the orders of the Holy Ordos rank above the dictates either the Arbites or the Ministorum. Indeed, that is why we are both here, why we are all here. We have all been called to serve the Emperor as acolytes of the most blessed Inquisitor Alistair Sharben, and I will trust that we have each been brought here for a purpose. To that end, and because of my respect for Inquisitor Sharben and his wisdom, I will thus offer you each my respect in turn. I pray that you all can likewise conduct yourselves, so that we may all serve the Emperor in our part."
Brother Gabriel, you said Inquisitors are beyond the rule of Lex Imperium. By this you are agreeing that an Inquisitor can take any action and not be held liable before the Law. This includes the foulest heresy imagineable. Mind you this is an intellectual exercise only. Would you agree that what I said was correct?
Disregard all of this.
It's a ship of broken toys. Thinks the psyker. A strong sense of survival has honed his ability to judge personalities and behaviors. He seemed unconcerned about the bickering, in fact, he seemed to enjoy it. He had no reason to spur it further.
The Magistrate was rookie cop, and behaved that way.
The other psyker didn't know when to shut up, and will likely get him killed. Note to self, Killer and clandestine do not mix
The mechanic seems useful, but not intuitive.
Simmins would be good to have in a fight.
Despite all the Emperor mumbo jumbo, he did like Gabriel. He has common sense, and self sacrifice.
The Sister was the one who scared the warp out of him. She had not said a word, but her zealotry aura was unmistakable. He would have to steer a wide path for her.
OOC:
Courtesy of Mathias I would like to change my inventory as follows:
sword & staff: 25 thrones
pistol: 110 thrones
armor: 10 thrones
Total: 145 thrones
New Gear:
flak cloak (3 AP - body,legs,arms,head; 8 kg): 80 thrones
H.O. armsman-10 stub pistol (35m, S/3/-, 1d10+3, 0 pen, 13 clip, full, 1.5 kg): 50 thrones
- 100 rounds: 5 thrones
Total: 135 thrones
remaining wealth: 10 thrones
Additionally I Think I should switch out Minor Psychic Power:
Forget me
With
Distort Vision
This should make me more combat effective
Cimbria leaves the room
As the priest begins his sermon, Sister Renata's eyes close and she bows her head, one hand unconsiously grasping her Chaplet, wrapped about her waist, the small metal balls going <snick, snick, snick> as each was passed through her fingers.
Expecting the words of worship to calm the humours of the other acolytes, Sister Renata is nonetheless not surprised when the arguing continues.
A creak of leather and reinforced cloth signals her movement to stand when the Arbiter abruptly exits the main shuttle area. Slowly lowering herself back to a seated position, the Sororitas notices the psyker, Roth, looking at her.
Returning his brief look impassively, her gaze flickers to the sanctioning brands signifying his acceptance by her Father, the Emperor.
Slowly, the Battle Sister removed her hand from the hilt of her bolter, her gaze returning to her silent regard of the holy scripture emblazoned on the walls of the shuttle.
ten minutes pass before Cimbria comes back to the room.
I'm not done with you yet witch...
QuickDraw my baton
What happens next really depends of the KD goes off
With a curse and a roar, Simmins moves and attempts to restrain the enraged Arbiter. Won't listen to sense or to the Brother Cleric. How do you expect any of us to willingly follow you now woman?
Sister Renata watches the Arbiter re-enter the chamber, eye rising slightly at her clumsy attempt to knock down the psyker that had challenged her.
She stands, pauses as the guardsman attempts to grapple with the recalcatrant woman; failing.
Leaping forward, arms braced in front of her, the Battle Sister strikes the baton wielding woman from the side.
Knockdown (37)
do your damage 1d5+SB-4 plus one point of fatigue
"But that mark is telling all the same, the cult of mars is not one to share its knowledge with the unskilled. I can only draw that what that mark merits is not something an unlearned may hear." the psyker states in a calm tone.
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And she calls herself a warrior of the law...
For a moment spanning several seconds the Sanctionite pauses, grinning cruelly at the Arbitius for her lapse in control. Struck by the desire, to end this quickly Vector does nothing in a very specific way that could be something.
"I warned you Magistrate. Stop now for if you will not Cease* you can find no path from here."
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*Cimbria please make me a WP check, we are opposing off of successes.
(power works)
(1 degree of success)
--A cool wash of clarity flows over your rage, as you consider that if Inquisitor Sharben is merciful you may even have a chance to rebuke the witch later.--
*beat me? that doesn't make much sense, the inquisitor will likely make an example of you for your lapse. Seems off you would think such a thing.
*fail? Seems legit
*tie? not sure, anyone know the deal on ties for opposed tests?
Please bear in ind that the power only gives you an idea, it does not force you to do anything. Far too optimistic.
Threshold: 9
Focus Time: Half Action
Sustained: No
Range: 6m
You introduce a single telepathic suggestion into a
target’s psyche, making him more open to a line of thought,
experience a brief sensation, lend credence to what you are
saying, or momentarily experience an emotional state of your
choosing.
The psyker and the target make Opposed Willpower Tests.
If the psyker wins the contest of wills, he can introduce a
suggestion into the target’s mind.
This in not true mind control in the sense of the Compulsion
power, but rather a subtle manipulation of the victim’s
perception and attitudes. You could, for example, convince
a target that he likes you, that he is hungry, that he’s seen
your identity card, or that what you say is likely to be true, or
create a sudden feeling that there is a scorpion crawling up
a guard’s back. You could not, however, get him to perform
specific actions that are entirely out of character, believe
things that are utterly implausible, change his fundamental
beliefs, or harm himself.
Special: This power is best used in conjunction with
an Interaction Skill (e.g., striking fear into the heart of an
informer who you are questioning, or charming the clerk into
believing that he really has met you before in his master’s
company, etc.). You gain a +20 bonus for using an Interaction
Skill in this way.
two degrees of success
I see no minor powers called "suggestion" is it in something other than the BRB? EDIT: Gotcha. Nice power, though
You *warned* me? What then? Would you turn your witchery on me? And these others...what of them? Have you already beguiled them into standing against me? Would they even know if you had?
You attack someone of your own crew for nothing more than insulting your pride and you're wondering about our state of mind? Simmins moves to stand between the prone Arbiter and the psyker in the suddenly even more cramped cabin. Stand down fool woman, you have made no friends with your cowardly ambush.
Brother Gabriel shakes his head disappointingly. Stepping toward the center of the deck, he kneels beside Simmins, Speaking to Cimbria in a calm yet dominating voice. "Magistrate, you claim the rank of an Adeptus Arbite, defender of the Lex Imperialis. I do not remember much of my service, but I do recall the core of my training, and that dictated devotion, duty, and control. Your conduct is more akin to the petty district enforcers employed by the planetary government, or worse, the ganger thugs that controlled each territory of a hive through brute force. As you have cited the laws of the Imperium, you know well that assaulting, or even attempting to assault, an agent of the Holy Ordos comes with great consequence. Will you calm yourself and behave in a manner fitting of your rank, or need we report this transgression to our liege, and then your superiors in the Arbites as well?"
Vector smiles darkly as the fighting dies down to restraint and struggles, Feh, its what she gets for not understanding the nature of her station as an inquisitorial acolyte.
"You seek to twist my words beyond their intent, to escape the situation that your pride and temper have brought about.
I am one of the lowest of imperial lifeforms as a witch but I am still a weapon in the Emperors armory.
Yet you, Adeptus Arbitius and follower of the law would assault me on this holy transport of the blessed inquisition? I made a suggestion that you stand down, that you refuse to listen in your liquor dulled state only informs me that I was correct in my decision to not partake.
You clearly are unable to work effectively under its influences."
Alright, I've posted that I'm dropping this game eight times already and deleted them each time. I can't stand interparty conflict and only played this one out from sheer curiosity. I have nowhere else to turn on this and I can't play the character as she was meant to be played.
I either:
Drop game as I always have when party fights come up
Do nothing and stop posting except for die rolls and eventually lose interest.
Roll a new character and not play an Arbitrator (again).
I've already lost sleep over this and I'm posting at work