mfw everyone is on high alert when i had intended the enemy encounter to be not-at-the-spaceport
We'll just roll with it. I'll post tomorrow afternoon.
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mfw everyone is on high alert when i had intended the enemy encounter to be not-at-the-spaceport
We'll just roll with it. I'll post tomorrow afternoon.
Safe to assume we have personal communicators? Like ear pieces?
Yes.
Ear pieces, or wrist comms, etc
The first to step out of the transport was the Psyker.
"The heart of this city beats with such unrestrained vigor and lust, I would not be surprised to find it already to be an altar to the god of desires." She spoke, her voice was mildly distorted due to the vox on her helmet. Her mask reminded him of the soldiers of Krieg, fond memories. Despite only being named as numbers, they were some of the most human people he had ever met. Genuine in their service, and very dependable in a fight. He looked out to the city skyline.
"It's pretty much a guarantee." He replied, looking back at her, "Nice choice of fashion." He said, Stukov was the next to appear.
"Ma'am, forgive me if I pray your wrong on the matter, or at least don't encounter that one's servants. I don't see any overt defenses, boss, but I can bet our every move is being watched out here. And not a lick of cover out here if things go south." He commented.
"Don't do yourself such a disfavor as to limit your mind to the mere physical, Armsman. If the situation should indeed change, there are numerous ways out; especially in such a vivid city like this." Adrianne began, looking at the bright skyline. "And do not worry about the followers of Slaanesh. They are nothing like that of Khorne. They are too afraid to ever come at you in the open, unwilling to risk a frontal confrontation. They prefer to lurk in the shadows and come at you when you sleep. And counter-ambush is my specialty."
Inquisitor Zhevon looked to his Armsman and grinned, "Oh yes, the cultists and daemons of Slannesh prefer to corrupt rather than confrontat, but they don't shy away from fighting either." He added, "The last time I fought a Daemon of Slannesh, I was fighting a two front battle. With my mind, and sword. It kept trying to tempt me into its servitude, promising power of immense proportions, wealth of unimaginable scale, the most beautiful women the galaxy had ever seen." Zhevon told, attempting to scare the senior Armsman, although likely to no success.
Next was a Stormtrooper that had been recommended to him, a Kasrkin to be exact.
"Inquisitor." He greeted Zhevon, "Kasrkin Zachary Silver. I have been placed under your command to utilize as you see fit by your best judgement or so. With all due respect Sir, try not to get me killed."
"Ah, welcome to the team, Kasrkin Silver." Zhevon replied, bowing slightly, "And believe me, it's not my intention to get any of us killed."
A quiet beep came from Zhevon's communicator, he glanced down and spotted the message. "I need to get down to the lobby and greet someone, could you stay and wait for that orderly to register us?" He asked, he pointed two of his fingers at his retinue, but sort of waved it around. Sort of telling all of them to wait. "Before I go," He stopped himself, rummaging through his pockets, "Ah, here they are." He pulled out a stack of cards. "These cards will allow you to purchase anything you wish. So when we're not actively chasing some enemies, feel free to wander a little bit, and if something catches your eye, you can buy it. As long as it's not something ridiculous. And always go in pairs." He explained, in the style of a protective parent. He grabbed Stukov's hand and placed the cards into his hands. "Hand these out. Have to go."
He quickly then walked to the tower, which their landing pad was attached to. Taking the lift, he went down to the ground floor and walked to his Vindicare friend. "James, I trust that you haven't partied and gotten drunk the entire time you were here." He joked, "So, what have you found out, any good places to us to start?" Zhevon looked around the grandiose lobby, the designers had forgone with the typical Imperial gothic style and instead gone with a more regal style. Shining gold made up a lot of the color in the lobby, luxurious chairs and couches, with wood coffee tables. A small cafe, serving high quality recaf, expensive food, and even wine was in the lobby.
Meanwhile, on the landing pad. A few minutes after the Inquisitors departure, an Orderly did appear. Flanked by a squad of heavy gun servitors, each one as tall as a Space Marine. The servitors were dressed in brightly colored cloth, perhaps in an attempt to make them seem less intimidating. It did not work very well, as their plasma cannons, heavy bolters, and lascannons were still in plain sight. The orderly walked over to the retinue and tapped a few buttons on his dataslate. "Mhm... Yes. We have been expecting you. I just registered your vessel, welcome to Port Venatus. The lobby contains a cafe, if you desire refreshment. The second floor features a spa, and the third and fourth are dedicated to small shops and restaurants. Although I personally recommend the cafe in the lobby, if you want drinks. For lunch, I would recommend the LeDésir Bakery on the third floor, and for dinner, there is a wonderful restaurant on the fourth called Vue. Delicious steaks. Anyways, I need to get back to work." The Orderly explained. He turned and began to walk away, "You wouldn't want to keep your Inquisitor waiting." He called back to them, as the servitors turned to follow. One lingered, staring at the retinue with a single red eye.
"Come Menelus!"
The servitor then turned, and followed the Orderly into the tower.
"The heart of this city beats with such unrestrained vigor and lust, I would not be surprised to find it already to be an altar to the god of desires." She spoke, her voice was mildly distorted due to the vox on her helmet. Her mask reminded him of the soldiers of Krieg, fond memories. Despite only being named as numbers, they were some of the most human people he had ever met. Genuine in their service, and very dependable in a fight. He looked out to the city skyline.
"It's pretty much a guarantee." He replied, looking back at her, "Nice choice of fashion." He said, Stukov was the next to appear.
"Ma'am, forgive me if I pray your wrong on the matter, or at least don't encounter that one's servants. I don't see any overt defenses, boss, but I can bet our every move is being watched out here. And not a lick of cover out here if things go south." He commented.
"Don't do yourself such a disfavor as to limit your mind to the mere physical, Armsman. If the situation should indeed change, there are numerous ways out; especially in such a vivid city like this." Adrianne began, looking at the bright skyline. "And do not worry about the followers of Slaanesh. They are nothing like that of Khorne. They are too afraid to ever come at you in the open, unwilling to risk a frontal confrontation. They prefer to lurk in the shadows and come at you when you sleep. And counter-ambush is my specialty."
Inquisitor Zhevon looked to his Armsman and grinned, "Oh yes, the cultists and daemons of Slannesh prefer to corrupt rather than confrontat, but they don't shy away from fighting either." He added, "The last time I fought a Daemon of Slannesh, I was fighting a two front battle. With my mind, and sword. It kept trying to tempt me into its servitude, promising power of immense proportions, wealth of unimaginable scale, the most beautiful women the galaxy had ever seen." Zhevon told, attempting to scare the senior Armsman, although likely to no success.
Next was a Stormtrooper that had been recommended to him, a Kasrkin to be exact.
"Inquisitor." He greeted Zhevon, "Kasrkin Zachary Silver. I have been placed under your command to utilize as you see fit by your best judgement or so. With all due respect Sir, try not to get me killed."
"Ah, welcome to the team, Kasrkin Silver." Zhevon replied, bowing slightly, "And believe me, it's not my intention to get any of us killed."
A quiet beep came from Zhevon's communicator, he glanced down and spotted the message. "I need to get down to the lobby and greet someone, could you stay and wait for that orderly to register us?" He asked, he pointed two of his fingers at his retinue, but sort of waved it around. Sort of telling all of them to wait. "Before I go," He stopped himself, rummaging through his pockets, "Ah, here they are." He pulled out a stack of cards. "These cards will allow you to purchase anything you wish. So when we're not actively chasing some enemies, feel free to wander a little bit, and if something catches your eye, you can buy it. As long as it's not something ridiculous. And always go in pairs." He explained, in the style of a protective parent. He grabbed Stukov's hand and placed the cards into his hands. "Hand these out. Have to go."
He quickly then walked to the tower, which their landing pad was attached to. Taking the lift, he went down to the ground floor and walked to his Vindicare friend. "James, I trust that you haven't partied and gotten drunk the entire time you were here." He joked, "So, what have you found out, any good places to us to start?" Zhevon looked around the grandiose lobby, the designers had forgone with the typical Imperial gothic style and instead gone with a more regal style. Shining gold made up a lot of the color in the lobby, luxurious chairs and couches, with wood coffee tables. A small cafe, serving high quality recaf, expensive food, and even wine was in the lobby.
Meanwhile, on the landing pad. A few minutes after the Inquisitors departure, an Orderly did appear. Flanked by a squad of heavy gun servitors, each one as tall as a Space Marine. The servitors were dressed in brightly colored cloth, perhaps in an attempt to make them seem less intimidating. It did not work very well, as their plasma cannons, heavy bolters, and lascannons were still in plain sight. The orderly walked over to the retinue and tapped a few buttons on his dataslate. "Mhm... Yes. We have been expecting you. I just registered your vessel, welcome to Port Venatus. The lobby contains a cafe, if you desire refreshment. The second floor features a spa, and the third and fourth are dedicated to small shops and restaurants. Although I personally recommend the cafe in the lobby, if you want drinks. For lunch, I would recommend the LeDésir Bakery on the third floor, and for dinner, there is a wonderful restaurant on the fourth called Vue. Delicious steaks. Anyways, I need to get back to work." The Orderly explained. He turned and began to walk away, "You wouldn't want to keep your Inquisitor waiting." He called back to them, as the servitors turned to follow. One lingered, staring at the retinue with a single red eye.
"Come Menelus!"
The servitor then turned, and followed the Orderly into the tower.
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And now Stukov gets to dread what Warp shenanigans are about to occur, thanks to our ever so friendly neighborhood psyker.
oh boy
stukov is going to have lots of fun
I'll be posting tonight.
edit: i lied post will come eventually
edit: i lied post will come eventually
I have evolve, really want me to game? xD Also, why not have Zhevon call James through Vox? That would give me something to work with.
If it gets rid of your block, sure, why not.
And yeah, I'll edit in a message to your guy.
by the way, Skyrte, since Adrianne is a diviner, there is a chance she might predict any possible assassination attempts before they ever occur through her ability of precognition
just letting you know in case you had any kennedy-like scenarios planned for your inquisitor ^^
(and no, before you get any ideas; psykers don't waste neither their time nor powers on trivial things such as missing car-keys or anything like that!)
Alright, when something is about to happen, I'll send another PM.
Anyone have some advice for me? I'm stuck in this rut of writers block...
Listen to music, do some casual reading, play some video games.
Although the last one usually ends up with me forgetting to post for the night.
"With all due respect, if any of it is of Dark Eldar make, destroy it. Nothing they have created is worth the risk involved in dealing with such things. Those are tools of suffering and torture as much as they are weapons of war." Stukov warned, he then continued, "Either she wants you to see her in such an outfit, or she intends you to fill that role in such a relationship. I can't say which is more amusing yet. Regardless, I shall not speak on the matter to another, it is hardly my business anyways. Appreciate the answers boss, that's all I got for questions for now. Ready to roll out when you are."
"I see. I will take your advise then, and dispose of any Dark Eldar weaponry I come across. The armory only contains a few Tau pulse weapons, and an Ork rifle of some sorts." Zhevon said, to ease any of Stukov's concerns, "And I don't know which it is either." He said unsure. After a second of awkward silence, Zhevon spoke up again. "We should get on the that transport.", and immediately made his departure from the room, making a beeline to the Hanger.
Zhevon stepped into the hanger and looked at the Aquila Lander that would be bringing them to the planet, the pilot was already in, doing preflight checks. Zhevon stepped into the rear hatch of the Lander and sat down, staying silent mostly. He sent a ping to his team, signalling them to get to the Lander that he was in for the transport.
...
Once everyone was inside, the lander took off, and before they knew it, they felt the turbulence of reentry.
Once the Lander set down on the landing pad, Zhevon was the first one out. It was night at the moment, but the city was still alive. Blinding neon lights and signs surrounded the elevated landing pad, he spotted signs for restaurants, gardens, shows, galleries. He walked to the edge of the landing pad and saw balconies and parks full of people, party-goers in the balconies and pairs of people in the parks. He heard the buzz of music and laughter of the distance. Zhevon walked back to the lander and stood near it, pulling back his sleeve, he looked at his watch. In a couple of minutes, an orderly would come out to register them into the logs.
He pulled up his wrist comlink and sent an encrypted message to his agent. "We've landed at Site B, regroup on us. We'll meet you in the lobby on the ground floor."
"I see. I will take your advise then, and dispose of any Dark Eldar weaponry I come across. The armory only contains a few Tau pulse weapons, and an Ork rifle of some sorts." Zhevon said, to ease any of Stukov's concerns, "And I don't know which it is either." He said unsure. After a second of awkward silence, Zhevon spoke up again. "We should get on the that transport.", and immediately made his departure from the room, making a beeline to the Hanger.
Zhevon stepped into the hanger and looked at the Aquila Lander that would be bringing them to the planet, the pilot was already in, doing preflight checks. Zhevon stepped into the rear hatch of the Lander and sat down, staying silent mostly. He sent a ping to his team, signalling them to get to the Lander that he was in for the transport.
...
Once everyone was inside, the lander took off, and before they knew it, they felt the turbulence of reentry.
Once the Lander set down on the landing pad, Zhevon was the first one out. It was night at the moment, but the city was still alive. Blinding neon lights and signs surrounded the elevated landing pad, he spotted signs for restaurants, gardens, shows, galleries. He walked to the edge of the landing pad and saw balconies and parks full of people, party-goers in the balconies and pairs of people in the parks. He heard the buzz of music and laughter of the distance. Zhevon walked back to the lander and stood near it, pulling back his sleeve, he looked at his watch. In a couple of minutes, an orderly would come out to register them into the logs.
He pulled up his wrist comlink and sent an encrypted message to his agent. "We've landed at Site B, regroup on us. We'll meet you in the lobby on the ground floor."
Umh... so when will it be ok for me and FinDragon to post?
You're OK to post at anytime.
I'll be posting in a few hours, we're getting on the ship and then getting planetside in 1 post.
mfw nobody has gone into the ship yet
GET INTO THE TRANSPORT
so i can start spawning badguys
GET INTO THE TRANSPORT
so i can start spawning badguys
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