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Osilus sat in a chair furthest away from the Psyker woman, the very thought of them cast fear into his heart. From the terrible skirmishes with rogue psykers in past crusades on his homeworld's moon St. Dynames, Osilus had learned to distrust those with such convincing psychic presence. He shrugged the weight off of his shoulders and waved for a servitor with refreshments. The servitor buzzed forward on small wheels on a rather intricately wired platform, upon the tray it held were cups and saucers with tea and other warm herbal drinks of different colours and smells. Osilus poured himself a simple cup of "Rosey-Lee" as they called it on his home planet of Birmea. He sipped the tea slowly savouring the rich and milky taste that filled him with a loving sense of nostalgia.
The 'greensheet' contains everything I'm about to go over, so if any of us need a reminder, all you have to do is look at the paper."
Osilus took the sheet off of the Inquisitor with a nod, the lights then dimmed and once more the Interrogator's lenses adjusted themselves to the light of the room. He listened to the briefing paying attention do every detail and forming opinion, strategy and anything else that could help with the preparation for this mission. He measured the first thing that struck a chord in his thinkings, "Pleasure World". From what he had read Pleasure Worlds or Garden Worlds as his mother would tell him. After the briefing Osilus immediately shot his attention towards Zhevon.
"My Lord Inqusitor, can we hear the name of the island we are going to specifically? Also I assume we aren't going down to this planet dark are we? You do have someone on the inside who can serve as the foundations for this mission?"
The 'greensheet' contains everything I'm about to go over, so if any of us need a reminder, all you have to do is look at the paper."
Osilus took the sheet off of the Inquisitor with a nod, the lights then dimmed and once more the Interrogator's lenses adjusted themselves to the light of the room. He listened to the briefing paying attention do every detail and forming opinion, strategy and anything else that could help with the preparation for this mission. He measured the first thing that struck a chord in his thinkings, "Pleasure World". From what he had read Pleasure Worlds or Garden Worlds as his mother would tell him. After the briefing Osilus immediately shot his attention towards Zhevon.
"My Lord Inqusitor, can we hear the name of the island we are going to specifically? Also I assume we aren't going down to this planet dark are we? You do have someone on the inside who can serve as the foundations for this mission?"
Eating my lunch and then I'll post up!
Posted btw!
Osilus wrenched his cold billhook from the hanging carcass in front of him, he panted and wiped the small beads of sweat from his brow. He turned his attention to the floating servo-skull in front of him. With a struggling flicker the engraved skull projected a holo-pad in front of it's masters face. The pad showed where Osilus had landed his hook and what damage was done to the surrounding tissue of the wound. With a flourish of his tattooed hand Osilus dismissed the drone and placed his billhook on a slab held by a nearby servitor. He pulled the damp towel from his belt and wiped his face dry, slinging the towel over his shoulder he made his way to the deck elevator. He punched the code in to his quarters and waited a short two minutes to reach his deck at the bottom of the ship. Upon exiting the elevator he turned off of the path towards the mess hall and instead entered through a service door, reserved for engineers or servitors on a job and not Inquisitorial staff. The young acolyte shifted through the cramped passage and came to a larger opening with a maintenance room door on every of it's four walls. Osilus punched in his personal pin on the door nearest him and in a clicking and a short series of hisses the door slid away into the wall smoothly. Inside was a cramped room, composing of a thin mattress, lounge pillows and blue mood lights with the odd obscure tapestry here and there. Osilus' room was no bigger than the interior of a chimera tank and it was dim like the tunnels he spent so many years digging in that curse civil war on Birmea. With a smile to himself he lay on the floor removing his holo-lenses from the pits of his aching skull, it had been a long trip in space for him, of course all journeys through the stars were for him.
His room was covered in old pictures of his tunnel team, plasma-lanterns, broken digging tools and his medals of service. Nothing was kept in any specific order or way, but just littered across the floor and small shelves that held his worldly possessions. His mind buzzed and burned from the self-experimentation of combat stims and truth serums mixed by his own hand. He took on the role of interrogator all to seriously after reading about the ways of their trade. Perhaps it was months of thinking about his life in the dark and wanting to try something new should he ever get the chance, serving the Inquisition was that something new. He first joined the Inquisition after being recommended by one agent he saved in Birmea's civil war, giving a good word on those that need the service of subterfuge and fighting. After a few muscle jobs here and there Osilus was finally picked up by Inqusitor Zhevon to fulfil basic guard duties, but eventually the young man's interest turned to the ability to extract information from the fell and the damned. HE had spent two ears acquiring information on human psychology, anatomy and philosophy, purchasing exotic plants and liquids said to make a man spill his darkest secrets with a single droplet. But of course, his favourite would always be learning the ways to harm another with precision and efficiency, hence the requisition of xenos specimens to test more than his serums.
Hearing his summons to the briefing room via digital transmission within the vox implant in his skull, Osilus wiped away the rest of the sweat and cleaned himself. He dressed in his Birmean armour, slinging his antique rifle over his shoulders and securing his weapons and satchel full of tools. He fixed fresh lenses to the integrated frames around the pits that lead inward to his eye sockets, they helped him see in the light, see the beating heart of those guilty of Heresy through walls and scan a specimen of structural weaknesses be they construct or organic. Osilus shifted back through the tunnel of steam and pipes and journeyed to the briefing room.
Upon arrival, Osilus blinked his lenses into a different opticla setting, to ease his eyes to the light of this new room. He made a firendly smile towards Ben, a veteran of Armageddon and a true man of strength. Gregor, a man who tested Osilus' patience from time to time but still he served as a fine rival to the acolyte. The Armsman, a solider at heart and a suited mentor to the young and eager. The Psyker... the one he distrusted. Finally there was the Inquisitor the man he aspired to be above all else.
"Sorry if I'm late everybody, I have no true sense of time nor eagerness in the void of space."
His room was covered in old pictures of his tunnel team, plasma-lanterns, broken digging tools and his medals of service. Nothing was kept in any specific order or way, but just littered across the floor and small shelves that held his worldly possessions. His mind buzzed and burned from the self-experimentation of combat stims and truth serums mixed by his own hand. He took on the role of interrogator all to seriously after reading about the ways of their trade. Perhaps it was months of thinking about his life in the dark and wanting to try something new should he ever get the chance, serving the Inquisition was that something new. He first joined the Inquisition after being recommended by one agent he saved in Birmea's civil war, giving a good word on those that need the service of subterfuge and fighting. After a few muscle jobs here and there Osilus was finally picked up by Inqusitor Zhevon to fulfil basic guard duties, but eventually the young man's interest turned to the ability to extract information from the fell and the damned. HE had spent two ears acquiring information on human psychology, anatomy and philosophy, purchasing exotic plants and liquids said to make a man spill his darkest secrets with a single droplet. But of course, his favourite would always be learning the ways to harm another with precision and efficiency, hence the requisition of xenos specimens to test more than his serums.
Hearing his summons to the briefing room via digital transmission within the vox implant in his skull, Osilus wiped away the rest of the sweat and cleaned himself. He dressed in his Birmean armour, slinging his antique rifle over his shoulders and securing his weapons and satchel full of tools. He fixed fresh lenses to the integrated frames around the pits that lead inward to his eye sockets, they helped him see in the light, see the beating heart of those guilty of Heresy through walls and scan a specimen of structural weaknesses be they construct or organic. Osilus shifted back through the tunnel of steam and pipes and journeyed to the briefing room.
Upon arrival, Osilus blinked his lenses into a different opticla setting, to ease his eyes to the light of this new room. He made a firendly smile towards Ben, a veteran of Armageddon and a true man of strength. Gregor, a man who tested Osilus' patience from time to time but still he served as a fine rival to the acolyte. The Armsman, a solider at heart and a suited mentor to the young and eager. The Psyker... the one he distrusted. Finally there was the Inquisitor the man he aspired to be above all else.
"Sorry if I'm late everybody, I have no true sense of time nor eagerness in the void of space."
I'll get a post up soon guys, just a few IRL chores to take care of.
Name: Osilus Ramba
Age: 25
Class: Interrogator (Acolyte)
Psyker Powers:
None
Equipment (Guns,armor,grenades/etc)
-Birmea Pattern Las-Lock Rifle
The preffered weapon of Birmea's trench specialist regiments. Favoured for the accuracy and firepower required to take down an enemy sniper from the opposite side of no man's land.
-Las-lock pistol
Osilus father's weapon used in countless charges over the top and now used by the interrogator to be flashy and intimidating.
-Billhook and trench knife
A crude wharfman's hook and a sleek blade for fighting in dark tunnels whilst being silent.
-Carapace armour
Armour used by Birmea Tunnelling teams, modified to be more lightweight yet able to endure months of crawling and scraping in the dirt.
-Rebreather
To protect from natural gases underground and for hostile environments.
-Torturers tools
A small satchel full of neuro-toxins, narcotics, surgical tools and various trinkets used in the art of information extraction.
Notable Deeds:
-Reclamation of St. Dynames Cathedral
A decade long siege on the Shrine Moon Of St. Dynames in orbit over the Frontier World Birmea, Osilus' home-world. Osilus' squad of tunnel diggers were locked in a stalemate trench battle outside of the titanic Cathedral of St. Dynames. Osilus would be underground for months at a time, searching for ways into the enemy trench system or worse, digging straight into the the tunnel of a Heretic tunneller. Osilus endured toxic fumes, tunnel cave-ins, mines and savage fights with the enemy in the dark. He served ten years and was sent to the trenches the day after completing his training.
-Escaping the Bastille
Osilus, along with the entirety of his regiment, were captured by heretic forces and locked away in the subterranean prison fortress known planet-wide as the Bastille. Osilus and five men spent three years digging through the prison to create a secret tunnel system. The tunnel system led into the cell blocks containing the former planetary high council members of the old regime, fellow soldiers, innocent civilians and by mistake a member of the Ordos Hereticus sent to end the war but instead was ambushed and captured. After freeing the Inquisitor and escaping, Osilus joined the offensive on taking the BAstille and thus pushing the war in favour of the old regime.
Traits & Skills:
-Dirty Fighter
When your dehydrated, light-headed from the toxic gas, claustrophobic and shitting yourself at the site of an enemy candle in the dark caverns under Birmea, the last thing you think of is the proper rules of combat. Osilus bashes, pokes, slashes and pierces with little in the way of gracefulness.
-Expert in all things painful
The torturers of the Bastille made many visits to Osilus' cell in the night. They would drug him and do things to his lifeless body most nights and take bits of skin and flesh from his face on others. Osilus remembered every needle, every hook anbd every hand layed on him and the correct manner in which they were used.
-Engineer and tinkerer
From his training as an engineer and tunneller in the Birmean IG, Osilus knows quite a lot of the innner workings of certain machines and basic maintenance of artillery batteries and architecture.
-Shellshock
Months of falling asleep to detonating shells and dying screams from the surface can haunt a man in his dreams and make him live them every hour of his life from then on.
Love for the Emperor
Osilus attended his regiment chapel from time to time and acquired the rights of battle from the battalion priest before leaving on a tunnel job. Whenever h got lost underground he would pray to the Emperor for guidance and for the strength to keep on wading through the rock and mud.
Time with Inquisitor: Little over two years now.
Appearance:
40K Knowledge Question: Who turned Horus to Chaos? Erebus
Age: 25
Class: Interrogator (Acolyte)
Psyker Powers:
None
Equipment (Guns,armor,grenades/etc)
-Birmea Pattern Las-Lock Rifle
The preffered weapon of Birmea's trench specialist regiments. Favoured for the accuracy and firepower required to take down an enemy sniper from the opposite side of no man's land.
-Las-lock pistol
Osilus father's weapon used in countless charges over the top and now used by the interrogator to be flashy and intimidating.
-Billhook and trench knife
A crude wharfman's hook and a sleek blade for fighting in dark tunnels whilst being silent.
-Carapace armour
Armour used by Birmea Tunnelling teams, modified to be more lightweight yet able to endure months of crawling and scraping in the dirt.
-Rebreather
To protect from natural gases underground and for hostile environments.
-Torturers tools
A small satchel full of neuro-toxins, narcotics, surgical tools and various trinkets used in the art of information extraction.
Notable Deeds:
-Reclamation of St. Dynames Cathedral
A decade long siege on the Shrine Moon Of St. Dynames in orbit over the Frontier World Birmea, Osilus' home-world. Osilus' squad of tunnel diggers were locked in a stalemate trench battle outside of the titanic Cathedral of St. Dynames. Osilus would be underground for months at a time, searching for ways into the enemy trench system or worse, digging straight into the the tunnel of a Heretic tunneller. Osilus endured toxic fumes, tunnel cave-ins, mines and savage fights with the enemy in the dark. He served ten years and was sent to the trenches the day after completing his training.
-Escaping the Bastille
Osilus, along with the entirety of his regiment, were captured by heretic forces and locked away in the subterranean prison fortress known planet-wide as the Bastille. Osilus and five men spent three years digging through the prison to create a secret tunnel system. The tunnel system led into the cell blocks containing the former planetary high council members of the old regime, fellow soldiers, innocent civilians and by mistake a member of the Ordos Hereticus sent to end the war but instead was ambushed and captured. After freeing the Inquisitor and escaping, Osilus joined the offensive on taking the BAstille and thus pushing the war in favour of the old regime.
Traits & Skills:
-Dirty Fighter
When your dehydrated, light-headed from the toxic gas, claustrophobic and shitting yourself at the site of an enemy candle in the dark caverns under Birmea, the last thing you think of is the proper rules of combat. Osilus bashes, pokes, slashes and pierces with little in the way of gracefulness.
-Expert in all things painful
The torturers of the Bastille made many visits to Osilus' cell in the night. They would drug him and do things to his lifeless body most nights and take bits of skin and flesh from his face on others. Osilus remembered every needle, every hook anbd every hand layed on him and the correct manner in which they were used.
-Engineer and tinkerer
From his training as an engineer and tunneller in the Birmean IG, Osilus knows quite a lot of the innner workings of certain machines and basic maintenance of artillery batteries and architecture.
-Shellshock
Months of falling asleep to detonating shells and dying screams from the surface can haunt a man in his dreams and make him live them every hour of his life from then on.
Love for the Emperor
Osilus attended his regiment chapel from time to time and acquired the rights of battle from the battalion priest before leaving on a tunnel job. Whenever h got lost underground he would pray to the Emperor for guidance and for the strength to keep on wading through the rock and mud.
Time with Inquisitor: Little over two years now.
Appearance:
40K Knowledge Question: Who turned Horus to Chaos? Erebus
FINISHED!
Name: Osilus Ramba
Age: 27
Class: Interrogator (Acolyte)
Psyker Powers:
None
Equipment (Guns,armor,grenades/etc)
-Birmea Pattern Las-Lock Rifle
The preffered weapon of Birmea's trench specialist regiments. Favoured for the accuracy and firepower required to take down an enemy sniper from the opposite side of no man's land.
-Las-lock pistol
Osilus father's weapon used in countless charges over the top and now used by the interrogator to be flashy and intimidating.
-Billhook and trench knife
A crude wharfman's hook and a sleek blade for fighting in dark tunnels whilst being silent.
-Carapace armour
Armour used by Birmea Tunnelling teams, modified to be more lightweight yet able to endure months of crawling and scraping in the dirt.
-Rebreather
To protect from natural gases underground and for hostile environments.
-Torturers tools
A small satchel full of neuro-toxins, narcotics, surgical tools and various trinkets used in the art of information extraction.
Notable Deeds:
-Reclamation of St. Dynames Cathedral
A decade long siege on the Shrine Moon Of St. Dynames in orbit over the Frontier World Birmea, Osilus' home-world. Osilus' squad of tunnel diggers were locked in a stalemate trench battle outside of the titanic Cathedral of St. Dynames. Osilus would be underground for months at a time, searching for ways into the enemy trench system or worse, digging straight into the the tunnel of a Heretic tunneller. Osilus endured toxic fumes, tunnel cave-ins, mines and savage fights with the enemy in the dark. He served ten years and was sent to the trenches the day after completing his training.
-Escaping the Bastille
Osilus, along with the entirety of his regiment, were captured by heretic forces and locked away in the subterranean prison fortress known planet-wide as the Bastille. Osilus and five men spent three years digging through the prison to create a secret tunnel system. The tunnel system led into the cell blocks containing the former planetary high council members of the old regime, fellow soldiers, innocent civilians and by mistake a member of the Ordos Hereticus sent to end the war but instead was ambushed and captured. After freeing the Inquisitor and escaping, Osilus joined the offensive on taking the BAstille and thus pushing the war in favour of the old regime.
Traits & Skills:
-Dirty Fighter
When your dehydrated, light-headed from the toxic gas, claustrophobic and shitting yourself at the site of an enemy candle in the dark caverns under Birmea, the last thing you think of is the proper rules of combat. Osilus bashes, pokes, slashes and pierces with little in the way of gracefulness.
-Expert in all things painful
The torturers of the Bastille made many visits to Osilus' cell in the night. They would drug him and do things to his lifeless body most nights and take bits of skin and flesh from his face on others. Osilus remembered every needle, every hook anbd every hand layed on him and the correct manner in which they were used.
-Engineer and tinkerer
From his training as an engineer and tunneller in the Birmean IG, Osilus knows quite a lot of the innner workings of certain machines and basic maintenance of artillery batteries and architecture.
-Shellshock
Months of falling asleep to detonating shells and dying screams from the surface can haunt a man in his dreams and make him live them every hour of his life from then on.
Love for the Emperor
Osilus attended his regiment chapel from time to time and acquired the rights of battle from the battalion priest before leaving on a tunnel job. Whenever h got lost underground he would pray to the Emperor for guidance and for the strength to keep on wading through the rock and mud.
Time with Inquisitor: Little over two years now.
Appearance:
40K Knowledge Question: Who turned Horus to Chaos? Erebus
Name: Osilus Ramba
Age: 27
Class: Interrogator (Acolyte)
Psyker Powers:
None
Equipment (Guns,armor,grenades/etc)
-Birmea Pattern Las-Lock Rifle
The preffered weapon of Birmea's trench specialist regiments. Favoured for the accuracy and firepower required to take down an enemy sniper from the opposite side of no man's land.
-Las-lock pistol
Osilus father's weapon used in countless charges over the top and now used by the interrogator to be flashy and intimidating.
-Billhook and trench knife
A crude wharfman's hook and a sleek blade for fighting in dark tunnels whilst being silent.
-Carapace armour
Armour used by Birmea Tunnelling teams, modified to be more lightweight yet able to endure months of crawling and scraping in the dirt.
-Rebreather
To protect from natural gases underground and for hostile environments.
-Torturers tools
A small satchel full of neuro-toxins, narcotics, surgical tools and various trinkets used in the art of information extraction.
Notable Deeds:
-Reclamation of St. Dynames Cathedral
A decade long siege on the Shrine Moon Of St. Dynames in orbit over the Frontier World Birmea, Osilus' home-world. Osilus' squad of tunnel diggers were locked in a stalemate trench battle outside of the titanic Cathedral of St. Dynames. Osilus would be underground for months at a time, searching for ways into the enemy trench system or worse, digging straight into the the tunnel of a Heretic tunneller. Osilus endured toxic fumes, tunnel cave-ins, mines and savage fights with the enemy in the dark. He served ten years and was sent to the trenches the day after completing his training.
-Escaping the Bastille
Osilus, along with the entirety of his regiment, were captured by heretic forces and locked away in the subterranean prison fortress known planet-wide as the Bastille. Osilus and five men spent three years digging through the prison to create a secret tunnel system. The tunnel system led into the cell blocks containing the former planetary high council members of the old regime, fellow soldiers, innocent civilians and by mistake a member of the Ordos Hereticus sent to end the war but instead was ambushed and captured. After freeing the Inquisitor and escaping, Osilus joined the offensive on taking the BAstille and thus pushing the war in favour of the old regime.
Traits & Skills:
-Dirty Fighter
When your dehydrated, light-headed from the toxic gas, claustrophobic and shitting yourself at the site of an enemy candle in the dark caverns under Birmea, the last thing you think of is the proper rules of combat. Osilus bashes, pokes, slashes and pierces with little in the way of gracefulness.
-Expert in all things painful
The torturers of the Bastille made many visits to Osilus' cell in the night. They would drug him and do things to his lifeless body most nights and take bits of skin and flesh from his face on others. Osilus remembered every needle, every hook anbd every hand layed on him and the correct manner in which they were used.
-Engineer and tinkerer
From his training as an engineer and tunneller in the Birmean IG, Osilus knows quite a lot of the innner workings of certain machines and basic maintenance of artillery batteries and architecture.
-Shellshock
Months of falling asleep to detonating shells and dying screams from the surface can haunt a man in his dreams and make him live them every hour of his life from then on.
Love for the Emperor
Osilus attended his regiment chapel from time to time and acquired the rights of battle from the battalion priest before leaving on a tunnel job. Whenever h got lost underground he would pray to the Emperor for guidance and for the strength to keep on wading through the rock and mud.
Time with Inquisitor: Little over two years now.
Appearance:
40K Knowledge Question: Who turned Horus to Chaos? Erebus
Is there still space in this?
Hey I'm reserving this post for my CS if that's okay?
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