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"They are playing this like a skirmish." Adrianne said to Stukov as she pulled her long, curved plasma blade out from a wall - including the cultist it had impaled on the other side. Spreading her hand open, she moved it over the bloodied blade, causing the purple witch fire sparkling from the blade to intensify for a brief moment, sizzling any residual blood and dust that remained on the rune carved metal before sheathing the weapon in its long staff sheath.
"Whatever they got planned, it has barely just begin. I am still sensing the vile taint of chaos, but it's like a shroud of mystery over the building."
Adrianne said as she followed Stukov, quite happy to have left the lion share of the fighting to the armsman. Though Adrianne had always questioned Stukov's choice of a simple shotgun when he had access to an inquisitorial retinue's arsenal of weapons; to say nothing of the weapon's limitations against armored enemies or its lack of range; she could not deny the fact that the armsman wielded his weapon like an artist despite its crude nature.
*
Adrianne could sense the swelling of chaotic energies the moment before the demon; or at least its image; appeared!
"What shall it be? Will you accept my offer of information or shall we engage in the bloodshed you and your type are all so familiar with?"
The demon's voice echoed twice in Adrianne's head as it spoke, and the psyker's lavender eyes narrowed in a hostile glare towards the creature that called itself 'Lillith'. Her mind raced with options. If they tried a frontal attack, the daemon would likely attempt to flee, only to try to get at them later. But she also knew that simply holding a seeminly casual and non-violent conversation with a daemon was dangerous, especially one affiliated with the vile god Slaanesh that was a master in manipulating sensations.
"Oh, it's her. What a cheap tramp. Don't tell me you're honestly going to give her your attemption!" The demonic voice from earlier flowed through Adrianne's mind when she looked at Lillith.
"She's all fake, a pretender! Don't even,- "
"Shut up, demon!" Adrianne suddenly barked, shoving the voice out of her head. However, after a brief pause, she realized her outburst and how it had probably sounded as if it had been directed towards the daemon. She let out a cough, waving a hand towards Lillith.
"Do go on... " Adrianne said in a casual tone, but whispered into her vox bead afterwards; so that the rest of Andromedai and Stukov could hear.
"Keep the daemon distracted. The longer we can keep it here, the more time I'll have to divine its true location." Adrianne told the rest of her squad.
"Guard your hearts, this creature will likely attempt to influence you."
"What a devious ploy - I fully expect you to be able to overcome this one!" The voice returned in Adrianne's head, and she could feel a sense of approval from somewhere beyond the border between the materium. But she ignored it, instead focusing her attention on the image of the demon's; leaving the talking to the rest of the party. She couldn't ignore the extra attention she was receiving from the volupteous demoness before them. Being a psyker, she was had become somewhat used to it(not that it made it anymore comfortable).
Focusing her mind, she began to reach outwards into the room with her thoughts, attempting to divine the trace of warp energies connecting the image to its sender. There was only so much she could do with the demon through an imagine. If she wanted to bind, subdue or banish the demon, she would have to find its 'real' being!
"Whatever they got planned, it has barely just begin. I am still sensing the vile taint of chaos, but it's like a shroud of mystery over the building."
Adrianne said as she followed Stukov, quite happy to have left the lion share of the fighting to the armsman. Though Adrianne had always questioned Stukov's choice of a simple shotgun when he had access to an inquisitorial retinue's arsenal of weapons; to say nothing of the weapon's limitations against armored enemies or its lack of range; she could not deny the fact that the armsman wielded his weapon like an artist despite its crude nature.
*
Adrianne could sense the swelling of chaotic energies the moment before the demon; or at least its image; appeared!
"What shall it be? Will you accept my offer of information or shall we engage in the bloodshed you and your type are all so familiar with?"
The demon's voice echoed twice in Adrianne's head as it spoke, and the psyker's lavender eyes narrowed in a hostile glare towards the creature that called itself 'Lillith'. Her mind raced with options. If they tried a frontal attack, the daemon would likely attempt to flee, only to try to get at them later. But she also knew that simply holding a seeminly casual and non-violent conversation with a daemon was dangerous, especially one affiliated with the vile god Slaanesh that was a master in manipulating sensations.
"Oh, it's her. What a cheap tramp. Don't tell me you're honestly going to give her your attemption!" The demonic voice from earlier flowed through Adrianne's mind when she looked at Lillith.
"She's all fake, a pretender! Don't even,- "
"Shut up, demon!" Adrianne suddenly barked, shoving the voice out of her head. However, after a brief pause, she realized her outburst and how it had probably sounded as if it had been directed towards the daemon. She let out a cough, waving a hand towards Lillith.
"Do go on... " Adrianne said in a casual tone, but whispered into her vox bead afterwards; so that the rest of Andromedai and Stukov could hear.
"Keep the daemon distracted. The longer we can keep it here, the more time I'll have to divine its true location." Adrianne told the rest of her squad.
"Guard your hearts, this creature will likely attempt to influence you."
"What a devious ploy - I fully expect you to be able to overcome this one!" The voice returned in Adrianne's head, and she could feel a sense of approval from somewhere beyond the border between the materium. But she ignored it, instead focusing her attention on the image of the demon's; leaving the talking to the rest of the party. She couldn't ignore the extra attention she was receiving from the volupteous demoness before them. Being a psyker, she was had become somewhat used to it(not that it made it anymore comfortable).
Focusing her mind, she began to reach outwards into the room with her thoughts, attempting to divine the trace of warp energies connecting the image to its sender. There was only so much she could do with the demon through an imagine. If she wanted to bind, subdue or banish the demon, she would have to find its 'real' being!
"Get into cover!"
Adrianne did not need the second warning. Her psychic senses were flaring up with alarm that something was terribly wrong with the position they were currently in. Too open, too exposed, and with a powerful feeling of ill-will from the house she had recently indicated.
No sooner had she stepped behind a heavy ornamental slab than a roar of heavy bolter fire ripped through the open plaza - hundreds of miniature explosions demolishing the stone floor and light cover with ease! She saw a spray of heavy bolter fire pass nearby, causing a beautiful fountain to simply disintegrate in a mist of stone and small rocks being flown about.
"Emperor's blood, since when did they bring a heavy bolter?!" Adrianne shrieked in frustration.
"I can't get an angle on them from here, get me up there Smiles. I don't think this barricade will hold long enough to run in and up six flights of stairs. We can cut off anyone trying to escape from two directions then."
The psyker turned to face the shorter armsman standing behind the metal barrier just a few feet away from her own cover.
"That's a bad idea... " She muttered, before glancing about.
"But staying here is even worse! Very well, do what you can to help us. I will take Stukov to the floor with the heavy bolter!"
Adrianne called back, taking a step forward; the tall psyker suddenly disappearing and reappearing next to Stukov and grabbing his arm.
"Lock and load, armsman." With that, she channeled her powers once more - focusing her mind on the house where the fire was coming from. Then in a violent ripple of purple light, the armsman and psyker would vanish!
For a brief instance, Stukov would feel every fiber of his being dragged across a vast, starlit black expanse. An unnatural sense of peril assaulting any primal instinct as a set of large demonic eyes eyed him for a moment with malicious glee - before he was sucked back into the materium along with Adrianne!
In a flash, they appeared in a finely made dining room turned into makeshift bunker. Six cultists were in the room, manning a large heavy bolter positioned against one of the windows. They were garbed in fine blue silk jerkins beneath black imperial guard flak armor and wearing vicious, gold-trimmed masks in the visage of leering, demonic faces. Fortunately, they seemed surprised at the sudden appearance, two of them still busy operating the heavy weapon, another two busy with the ammunition, meaning that only two of them were actually clutching their lasguns! Yet further voices from the other rooms and levels of the house could suggest a greater number of cultists still.
"Attack!" Adrianne shouted, gesturing with her hand as she drew on the residual energies left behind by their teleport - and pointing her palm at one of the cultists holding his lasgun. An unnatural howl echoed through the room as brilliant sparks of incinerating purple lightning that shot into him, blasting the cultist through one of the wooden walls!
Adrianne did not need the second warning. Her psychic senses were flaring up with alarm that something was terribly wrong with the position they were currently in. Too open, too exposed, and with a powerful feeling of ill-will from the house she had recently indicated.
No sooner had she stepped behind a heavy ornamental slab than a roar of heavy bolter fire ripped through the open plaza - hundreds of miniature explosions demolishing the stone floor and light cover with ease! She saw a spray of heavy bolter fire pass nearby, causing a beautiful fountain to simply disintegrate in a mist of stone and small rocks being flown about.
"Emperor's blood, since when did they bring a heavy bolter?!" Adrianne shrieked in frustration.
"I can't get an angle on them from here, get me up there Smiles. I don't think this barricade will hold long enough to run in and up six flights of stairs. We can cut off anyone trying to escape from two directions then."
The psyker turned to face the shorter armsman standing behind the metal barrier just a few feet away from her own cover.
"That's a bad idea... " She muttered, before glancing about.
"But staying here is even worse! Very well, do what you can to help us. I will take Stukov to the floor with the heavy bolter!"
Adrianne called back, taking a step forward; the tall psyker suddenly disappearing and reappearing next to Stukov and grabbing his arm.
"Lock and load, armsman." With that, she channeled her powers once more - focusing her mind on the house where the fire was coming from. Then in a violent ripple of purple light, the armsman and psyker would vanish!
For a brief instance, Stukov would feel every fiber of his being dragged across a vast, starlit black expanse. An unnatural sense of peril assaulting any primal instinct as a set of large demonic eyes eyed him for a moment with malicious glee - before he was sucked back into the materium along with Adrianne!
In a flash, they appeared in a finely made dining room turned into makeshift bunker. Six cultists were in the room, manning a large heavy bolter positioned against one of the windows. They were garbed in fine blue silk jerkins beneath black imperial guard flak armor and wearing vicious, gold-trimmed masks in the visage of leering, demonic faces. Fortunately, they seemed surprised at the sudden appearance, two of them still busy operating the heavy weapon, another two busy with the ammunition, meaning that only two of them were actually clutching their lasguns! Yet further voices from the other rooms and levels of the house could suggest a greater number of cultists still.
"Attack!" Adrianne shouted, gesturing with her hand as she drew on the residual energies left behind by their teleport - and pointing her palm at one of the cultists holding his lasgun. An unnatural howl echoed through the room as brilliant sparks of incinerating purple lightning that shot into him, blasting the cultist through one of the wooden walls!
Have a (possibly overdue!) grimdark
"Or maybe they just want us alive? Do you still sense anything out of the ordinary?"
"If you mean that this whole place is steeped in warp corruption, then yes." Adrianne replied as her eyes scanned the bloodied remnants from the cultist's sudden detonation. The ground was steeped in a miasma of warp taint that felt toxic to Adrianne's senses, and she waved her hand in the air as if to waft the invisible corruption away.
"But whether the corruption was here from earlier or is the side effect of the cultist's implosion, I cannot tell! And I... "
" ... thinking of our great psyker friend and how much better would she have flown through the air, for she's got better aerodinamics and padding, much better suited for uncontrolled kinetic events hurtling one self through relative space."
" ... and JUST WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!" Adrianne shot back at Medaira, raising a finger to point menacingly at the tech priestess - as if she was ready to smite the impish cog girl with the powers of the warp itself! But she held back, instead spinning around and clutching her staff as she put her helmet back on, which clicked in place with a hiss of air.
Gazing through the visors set within the sockets of her skull helmet, she scanned their surrounding area. She could see what few civilians there had been already fleeing the scene. She also saw one person remain by a pillar, staring at them for some time before turning around and departing, but she could not sense any significant psychic aura from the shrouded individual.
"I feel we walked right into a setup. And that woman was not responsible, at least not intentionally." Adrianne continued, turning around to stare at the gore and blood drenched spot where the woman had once stood. Indeed, it had only been one person, but the warp-fueled explosion that had occurred had painted the area around them with enough blood to be from a small herd of grox in a malfunctioning slaughterhouse!
"Also... " Adrianne started, before almost stumbling sideways as a voice shot into her mind - now more clearer than before!
"What a mysterious plot you have uncovered - the thralls of the god of anger taking time off to build monuments to him? This is certainly out of style... " The sickly sweet voice of the demon stabbed into her mind.
"Such a delightfully devious scheme! I propose we unravel this mystery. The first mortal clue should not be far."
"Stupid, gah... " Adrianne was about to mutter, clutching her head when she suddenly felt her senses being guided towards one of the buildings to their north.
"There! Psychic aura, second floor! A psyker mind linked to the explosion!"
Adrianne called, pointing at an ornate, six-floor building overlooking their position!
"If you mean that this whole place is steeped in warp corruption, then yes." Adrianne replied as her eyes scanned the bloodied remnants from the cultist's sudden detonation. The ground was steeped in a miasma of warp taint that felt toxic to Adrianne's senses, and she waved her hand in the air as if to waft the invisible corruption away.
"But whether the corruption was here from earlier or is the side effect of the cultist's implosion, I cannot tell! And I... "
" ... thinking of our great psyker friend and how much better would she have flown through the air, for she's got better aerodinamics and padding, much better suited for uncontrolled kinetic events hurtling one self through relative space."
" ... and JUST WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!" Adrianne shot back at Medaira, raising a finger to point menacingly at the tech priestess - as if she was ready to smite the impish cog girl with the powers of the warp itself! But she held back, instead spinning around and clutching her staff as she put her helmet back on, which clicked in place with a hiss of air.
Gazing through the visors set within the sockets of her skull helmet, she scanned their surrounding area. She could see what few civilians there had been already fleeing the scene. She also saw one person remain by a pillar, staring at them for some time before turning around and departing, but she could not sense any significant psychic aura from the shrouded individual.
"I feel we walked right into a setup. And that woman was not responsible, at least not intentionally." Adrianne continued, turning around to stare at the gore and blood drenched spot where the woman had once stood. Indeed, it had only been one person, but the warp-fueled explosion that had occurred had painted the area around them with enough blood to be from a small herd of grox in a malfunctioning slaughterhouse!
"Also... " Adrianne started, before almost stumbling sideways as a voice shot into her mind - now more clearer than before!
"What a mysterious plot you have uncovered - the thralls of the god of anger taking time off to build monuments to him? This is certainly out of style... " The sickly sweet voice of the demon stabbed into her mind.
"Such a delightfully devious scheme! I propose we unravel this mystery. The first mortal clue should not be far."
"Stupid, gah... " Adrianne was about to mutter, clutching her head when she suddenly felt her senses being guided towards one of the buildings to their north.
"There! Psychic aura, second floor! A psyker mind linked to the explosion!"
Adrianne called, pointing at an ornate, six-floor building overlooking their position!
@rivaan
I am not entirely sure when Medaira was appointed the medic of the group...
Does she even have a medical education? -.^
I am not entirely sure when Medaira was appointed the medic of the group...
Does she even have a medical education? -.^
Let's see who volunteers to carry the power-armored warrior lady ;>
" What are the chances that we've stumbled upon a ring of unsanctioned psykers on top of it all? Or could it be that some of them have been possessed or influenced by the Warp entities? Would such presences register in your sensory array abilities, Psycker Friend Adrianne?"
"If unshielded; both would register on my.... sensory array." Adrianne said slowly with a slight hesitation in her tone, unsure how to meet the gaze of the overly-excited tech-priestess.
"Unsanctioned psykers tend to lack the formal training of the Astra Telepathica, including how to properly shield or cloak one's presence. Granted, they sometimes tend to find other ways to learn similar abilities, or more."
Adrianne said, tilting her head slightly as she thought it over. Sanctioned Psykers were considered an odd and eclectic when compared to other services in the Imperium, but were supremely organized and standardized when compared to rogue, unsanctioned psykers that could vary from a mental-psychic nutcase ready to off to a moment's notice to a powerful, supreme sorcerer lord! And the influence of chaos and daemons could turn many 'established rules' that imperial psykers were used to upside down.
As they confronted Aphillia and her playmate, Adrianne had to struggle to hold back a smug smile as she watched Andromedai go to work on them; doing her best to maintain her façade of professionalism even as she enjoyed the chaos unleashed by the sister of battle's questioning. It was quite the fun spectacle to behold - when not on the receiving side of said questioning.
Although Adrianne's smug smile soon evaporated at the mention of a possible demoness.
"Emperor... please tell me what I did to offend you this time!"
Adrianne groaned mentally, though slowly nodded.
"A mirage is possible." Adrianne said, tapping a finger against her chin.
"And overly-voluptuous is not exactly a rarity among escorts and 'workers' on a world like this. Although the mention of the non-human part does warrant caution."
Of course, Adrianne might hope it was just some woman who had chosen a rather exotic outfit; although the more she thought about it, the more unlikely that hopeful thought seemed.
"Demons can vary, from the abominable to looking 'almost' human. And the daemons of Slaanesh are adept at dealing with beyond simply killing them. And it is usually a toss up between the daemonic servants of Tzeentch and Slaanesh which of them are better at manipulating mortals compared to the other gods, that are... "
Adrianne promptly stopped her explanation as they walked when they saw the statue of khorne - in the middle of an imperial place. The sheer bizarre sight of one of the chaos gods on full display on sanctioned imperial soil was enough to cause her to completely miss the black eyed woman - at least not before her latent powers foretold her of the imminent danger!
"Watch out!" Adrianne called out, swiping her staff out in an arc in front of them as she conjured a phantasmal barrier of force that shielded them against the blast when the woman detonated! The wave broke against the barrier, making what would otherwise have been a crushing blast feel like a powerful wind for the rest of the retinue!
Alas, it did little to help poor Andromedai.
"Andromedai is down - see to her!" Adrianne called, looking towards Medaira at first. But instantly regretting her decision.
"If unshielded; both would register on my.... sensory array." Adrianne said slowly with a slight hesitation in her tone, unsure how to meet the gaze of the overly-excited tech-priestess.
"Unsanctioned psykers tend to lack the formal training of the Astra Telepathica, including how to properly shield or cloak one's presence. Granted, they sometimes tend to find other ways to learn similar abilities, or more."
Adrianne said, tilting her head slightly as she thought it over. Sanctioned Psykers were considered an odd and eclectic when compared to other services in the Imperium, but were supremely organized and standardized when compared to rogue, unsanctioned psykers that could vary from a mental-psychic nutcase ready to off to a moment's notice to a powerful, supreme sorcerer lord! And the influence of chaos and daemons could turn many 'established rules' that imperial psykers were used to upside down.
As they confronted Aphillia and her playmate, Adrianne had to struggle to hold back a smug smile as she watched Andromedai go to work on them; doing her best to maintain her façade of professionalism even as she enjoyed the chaos unleashed by the sister of battle's questioning. It was quite the fun spectacle to behold - when not on the receiving side of said questioning.
Although Adrianne's smug smile soon evaporated at the mention of a possible demoness.
"Emperor... please tell me what I did to offend you this time!"
Adrianne groaned mentally, though slowly nodded.
"A mirage is possible." Adrianne said, tapping a finger against her chin.
"And overly-voluptuous is not exactly a rarity among escorts and 'workers' on a world like this. Although the mention of the non-human part does warrant caution."
Of course, Adrianne might hope it was just some woman who had chosen a rather exotic outfit; although the more she thought about it, the more unlikely that hopeful thought seemed.
"Demons can vary, from the abominable to looking 'almost' human. And the daemons of Slaanesh are adept at dealing with beyond simply killing them. And it is usually a toss up between the daemonic servants of Tzeentch and Slaanesh which of them are better at manipulating mortals compared to the other gods, that are... "
Adrianne promptly stopped her explanation as they walked when they saw the statue of khorne - in the middle of an imperial place. The sheer bizarre sight of one of the chaos gods on full display on sanctioned imperial soil was enough to cause her to completely miss the black eyed woman - at least not before her latent powers foretold her of the imminent danger!
"Watch out!" Adrianne called out, swiping her staff out in an arc in front of them as she conjured a phantasmal barrier of force that shielded them against the blast when the woman detonated! The wave broke against the barrier, making what would otherwise have been a crushing blast feel like a powerful wind for the rest of the retinue!
Alas, it did little to help poor Andromedai.
"Andromedai is down - see to her!" Adrianne called, looking towards Medaira at first. But instantly regretting her decision.
"Legio Cybernetica Delta-Omega-03 Combat Robots that are under the command of the Inquisition. These combat robots will be our reinforcements."
"At least there's some good news."
Adrianne thought, nodding approvingly at the news. While nothing was ever 100% safe from the insidious machinations of chaos and its corruption, the servitors and other creations of the mechanicum tended to be among the least affected by it!
On the other hand, it made Adrianne slowly shift her gaze towards the group's tech priestess, her lips curling into a slightly concerned frown. Legion Cybernetica robots were good, but she only prayed to the emperor on the golden throne that the mechanicum would at least provide their own handlers for the things. The thought of their own rattled half-toaster getting ahold of those poor mechanical things was enough to make the psyker's blood run cold at the mere thought of it, and Adrianne felt an involuntary shudder run through her!
On the other hand, the news about there only being a single inquisitorial safe house on the entire world was also troubling. It meant they either could not work too far away from their current safehouse, or they would have to get used to having no proper secure area.
"This could get messy."
Adrianne thought.
"I think the word you are looking for is 'exciting'." A voice whispered in the back of her mind, the same insidious tone from earlier.
"Quiet... " She muttered, scratching her forehead.
This could be a very long day indeed if things did not go as planned!
*
Being the co-pilot had at least improved Adrianne's mood for the duration of the trip, and although she had not had the fortune of being able to shoot at anything; there was a spring to her step as the tall psyker stepped off the ramp together with the rest.
Adrianne walked up next to Stukov, holding her staff in one hand; she raised her other arm, holding her hand out across the space before them with her palm open, and closed her eyes.
"I sense a psychic aura nearby. In fact, multiple psychic auras." She said, before opening her eyes and looking towards the rest of the retinue.
"And Stukov might have a point. They are currently moving away from us."
"At least there's some good news."
Adrianne thought, nodding approvingly at the news. While nothing was ever 100% safe from the insidious machinations of chaos and its corruption, the servitors and other creations of the mechanicum tended to be among the least affected by it!
On the other hand, it made Adrianne slowly shift her gaze towards the group's tech priestess, her lips curling into a slightly concerned frown. Legion Cybernetica robots were good, but she only prayed to the emperor on the golden throne that the mechanicum would at least provide their own handlers for the things. The thought of their own rattled half-toaster getting ahold of those poor mechanical things was enough to make the psyker's blood run cold at the mere thought of it, and Adrianne felt an involuntary shudder run through her!
On the other hand, the news about there only being a single inquisitorial safe house on the entire world was also troubling. It meant they either could not work too far away from their current safehouse, or they would have to get used to having no proper secure area.
"This could get messy."
Adrianne thought.
"I think the word you are looking for is 'exciting'." A voice whispered in the back of her mind, the same insidious tone from earlier.
"Quiet... " She muttered, scratching her forehead.
This could be a very long day indeed if things did not go as planned!
*
Being the co-pilot had at least improved Adrianne's mood for the duration of the trip, and although she had not had the fortune of being able to shoot at anything; there was a spring to her step as the tall psyker stepped off the ramp together with the rest.
Adrianne walked up next to Stukov, holding her staff in one hand; she raised her other arm, holding her hand out across the space before them with her palm open, and closed her eyes.
"I sense a psychic aura nearby. In fact, multiple psychic auras." She said, before opening her eyes and looking towards the rest of the retinue.
"And Stukov might have a point. They are currently moving away from us."
*The group's reaction upon hearing they'll have Legio Cybernetica robots as backup*
*The group's reaction when they remember who their resident tech priest(ess) is*
*The group's reaction when they remember who their resident tech priest(ess) is*
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