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Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Ben would step out after Zhevon, and breathe a sigh of relief. He reached up, and wiped his face, and took a deep breath. Then he looked at the Inquisitor and stepped forward, he didn't have long.

"Sir, we need to reign in the psyker. Her behavior is unacceptable. If she was in the Guard, she'd have been shot already. Now I know, I understand we are not in the guard anymore. But her flippant attitude is going to fill bodybags soon. She was ready to try and warpstep us from there to here, with complete disregard for the fact that we just walked through a hallway of who knows what the fuck. She thought you were going to get killed in the cafe, and dropped Stukov 10 feet off the ground. He's lucky nothing broke. She can't use her powers responsibly, she thinks too highly of herself, " Ben would turn and look down the hallway and the approaching pair "And look at her staff, she can't control herself here. For her safety, and ours, and more importantly, this planet's, we need her under control. We need to be able to trust her. And from what I've seen today, I cannot trust her in combat if she's as likely to drop us behind the enemy's position as she would deposit us in it. If you want to disregard my opinion, so be it. But for the safety of this group, I had to speak it."

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Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

What happens if Ben suggests null rodding the hallway before our psychic bomb finishes the walk

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I have to be at work in an hour, so I'll post when I get done, so in about 12 hours or so

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Bad Guy Ben reporting in.

Besides, some animosity between PC's is good. Fosters character development, and its not believable for everyone to like everyone all the time.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Ben listened to the Inquisitor's orders. Easy enough. Orders were easy. And then, he waited. He wasn't entirely sure what was on the other side of the door of Eldritch Horror. Ben prepared himself to go second, when the Psyker reached up, and turned off her mic. Ben felt a sickness creep into his stomach as she spoke, and he felt the atmosphere around him.

Stukov was praying and was being polite about it. Ben would not. He turned and addressed the Psyker. "No. No. We have orders." Ben pointed at Stukov and himself. "You know what happens to guys like us, who ignore orders? We die. The inquisitor knows things, and I haven't died yet working for him, so I'm not going to start questioning the things he knows yet. You," Ben accented this by pointing "Seem to play a lot of this by ear, and I'm not putting my life in the hands of someone who is too hot behind the collar to wait." Ben continued his attack. "And there are powers at play here. I can't feel them like you, I don't know them like him. But I know that there is power here. And you don't seem to have the best control right now. You couldn't tell when the Inquisitor was in immediate danger earlier, and you dropped him 10 feet in the Emperor damned air. If the Veil is really thin here, you could deposit me in a wall, for all I know." Ben looked at Stukov. "Entertain this farce if you want, Armsman. But if you two do something that is going to get me killed. I will shoot both of you. I am not dying alone on this fucking planet."

Ben blew air out his nose loudly, signalling he was done. He looked at the Psyker, and Stukov, and then he turned and followed the Inquisitor. He didn't hate them, he enjoyed them both enough. He had learned as a NCO sometimes there was no good cop. It was all bad cop. And if that's what it took to get them forward, and possibly save their lives for now, then so be it. He would rather someone sleep angry at him, than someone sleep 6 feet in the ground.

Ben walked slowly, staring at the back of the inquisitor. His plasma pistol in his hand, emitting the ever present hum and faint heat. Ben was ten steps in when he heard the first whisper. "Seeeeerrrrgeaaaant..." it cooed to him, purring gently. "We can make you whole again...." If there was ever a word to describe Ben though, it was willful. He had fought for 5 years in hell, suffering horrific wounds, and never giving up the will to live. He focused on something inside of him, internal. Rage. He was already angry at Adrianne's complete disregard for their safety. Not everyone could teleport without repercussions. Some people had to suffer consequences. Grunts like him and Stukov. Ben thought of Orks. He thought of friends killed in the war, he thought of his relatives being butchered and enslaved, and his home on fire. Ben felt fury, as he walked, ignoring the whispers that promised new limbs. The whispers that promised the power to kill a thousand orks. The power to see his family again. Tears ran down his face from his real eye, the sadness and rage boiling to a point where he almost fired his pistol at a statue. But he controlled it. He swallowed the pleasant idea down deep inside of him painfully.

And Ben walked forward as ordered, visibly angry, and breathing loudly through his nose.

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I think it sounds like a good way to get dismembered. Deamons are drawn to the warp and all that, I feel like if someone were to use warp abilities it would likely draw some heavy attention. Ben will walk

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Ben ascended the steps to the gallery following the others. Once he was through the doors, he reached into his coat, and drew his plasma pistol. He looked down at the weapon, and flipped his thumb along the safety, and the gun hummed to light, emitting a faint glow.

Ben looked at each thing, but barely red the tags, not paying much attention to them. He looked at each banner, trying to commit them to memory, finding that he'd remember the general details.

Ben reached up over his shoulder and touched the handle of his machete, finding comfort in it's existence and general ability to take anything's limb off. The psyker said something about corruption. Makes sense. "No guards. This is the kinda place that doesn't report to the police. Handle's their issues in house." Ben said, scanning around the room, walking slowly, pistol in hand.