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#1 GauntZero

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Posted 20 January 2014 - 05:18 AM

Asterius, after investigating the case of the "Desoleum Scare Witches" (as the arbites called it) without any real success for months, was sent to proceed on the case as leading investigator for another department that focusses on special operations. Your partner died just about 3 weeks ago and it still hurts a lot because you miss him. He saved your live when you both where ambushed by crazy cultists who served one of the witches as instrument of chaos.
The witches where called scare witches, as they seem to love it to kill their targets with pure horror and fear, driving them insane and into suicide.
You lost not only your partner, but also one of your eyes during one investigation some years ago, when one suspect (he was innocent in that case, but you are sure that guy is not innocent at all in general) resisted capturing very violently - and got even away with it.

The location of your new office is a secret place in the middle hive of hive desoleum.
A regular department without any special symbols or signs. Simple and subtle.
When you arrive, there already are 3 other persons, who seem to have arrived just moments ago.
Those must probably be your new colleagues.

One man who called himself Dammek, seems familiar, but you cannot fully remember where you have seen him before. Maybe he just looks that much like average scum. Even has an explosive collar attached - that says more than words. What kind of department hires such a person ??

The second one, Dral, somehow makes you feel uneasy. He is not impolite or threatening...but something about him makes on you an even more odd impression than the explosive collar on the guy before. What are you going to achieve with such people working for you ?

You take a look at the last one, who introduces himself as Cade. He makes a serious and good impression on first sight. Maybe at least one guy who you could work with...

Now you are standing there - 4 people who where called here to work on some mysterious project together under Asterius lead.
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Posted 20 January 2014 - 10:35 AM

As Dammek arrives, he looks over the two present members of his investigative team. That Cade fellow seems quite dangerous -- a Guard sniper is someone you definitely want on your good side. He does't look like much of a talker, though. Dral is altogether different -- he has no visible firearms besides a laspistol and seems much more approachable, but something about him suggests he's just as dangerous as the sniper in his own subtle way.

 

Dammek pulls out a lho-stick and introduces himself: "Dammek Vossen, recently liberated from the 623rd Desoleum Penal Assault Corps. Don't worry, I won't bite." He smiles as he lights his lho-stick, then offers one to the others.

 

As the fourth member of their party approaches, Dammek's grin vanishes, and his lho-stick falls to the floor. That pattern of Arbites carapace armor and that glowing bionic eye are far too familiar...


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Posted 20 January 2014 - 11:01 AM

*nods to Cade and Dammek and eyes the explosive collar around his neck*

 

"You do not look very liberated to me Dammek *smiles*. I am Dral from the Astra Telepathica".

 

Declining the offered lho stick with a shake of his head the forth member of the team arrives. Seeing Dammeks startled look Dral again looks at Dammek "You are looking a bit pale, are you ok?"


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Posted 20 January 2014 - 11:13 AM

Cade observes the other three individuals in the room. Most would probably look at this and consider them a rather unsavory lot. Or at least an unusual one. The one Cade's eye travels to most regularly was the one with an explosive collar around his neck. A member of the Penal Legion. Without speaking, Cade shakes his head, when offered a Lho stick. As the door opened, Cade spun his head towards the door as what looked like a member of the Adeptus Arbites entered the room. A bionic eye glowed red in its socket. Now... this was interesting. Dral introduced himself as a member of the Astra Telepathica.

 

So. A Penal Legion convict, a member of the Telepathica, an Arbitrator and...

 

"Cade Harkness. Reconnaissance squad." He introduced himself in a curt, and brief tone. Not a harsh or cold one, just very brief.

 

What a peculiar group this was indeed. 


Edited by ColArana, 20 January 2014 - 11:15 AM.


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Posted 21 January 2014 - 06:48 AM

Before acknowledging the individuals present, I do a quick scan of the premises, locating entrances, exits and generally noticing the layout of the office. "Fancy middle hive office, strange, but not bad", I think to myself.

"Well, gents, it is a pleasure to meet you", I say, my voice rough but not unfriendly.

"I am Investigator Asterius Arsa, previously of the Adeptus Arbites Level 121 Autoritas precinct."

I place my helmet at the closest office table (my shotgun still in its shoulder holster) and proceed to offer a curt, strong hand shake to each member of the team.

When shaking Dral's hand (assuming he takes it) I shiver slightly, but don't let it trouble me. I do, however, keep it in mind for future reference and profiling.

Upon standing in front of Dammek, after offering my hand (assuming he takes it) I look at the lho sticks at the floor and, instead of releasing it, hold it slightly stronger and ask, in a lower tone of voice:  "Don't I know you?"


Edited by svstrauser, 21 January 2014 - 06:49 AM.

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#6 dava100

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Posted 21 January 2014 - 07:15 AM

Smiling warmly I shake Asterius' hand "Dral of the Astra Telepathica" I then step back to allow Asterius to finish greeting the others.

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Posted 21 January 2014 - 07:24 AM

Smiling warmly I shake Asterius' hand "Dral of the Astra Telepathica" I then step back to allow Asterius to finish greeting the others.

In media res of my handshakes, before shaking Dammek's hand and while shaking Dral's, when he introduces himself I stop and shudder for a second, but resist the urge to step back and to remove my hand from his.

I give him a lopsided grin, favoring the right side of my face and say, almost thoughtfully, before moving to Dammek: "You're gonna be useful, Brain."


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Posted 21 January 2014 - 08:39 AM

Dammek shakes Asterius's hand, doing his best to recover his composure. He remembers that face very well -- that damned bionic eye never stopped glaring at him during the trial in which he was sentenced to the penal legions. As the bones in his hand creak under Asterius's crushing grip, Dammek laughs nervously and replies:

"I'm not sure what you mean, officer. I haven't had much experience with the Arbites. I'm just a law-abiding Imperial citizen." He grins weakly while scratching underneath his explosive collar.

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Posted 21 January 2014 - 09:49 AM

I release Dammek's hand, get down to get his lho-sticks on the ground and return them to Dammek, all the while without removing my eyes (specially the cybernetic left eye) from him.

" "Just a law abiding citizen", I see. Interesting choice of necklace for a model citizen, though."

"So, I'm guessing the P.A.S. lent you to us, am I right?"

I lean, apparently relaxed, on a table in front of Dammek, getting my data slate from my belt.


Edited by svstrauser, 21 January 2014 - 09:49 AM.

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Posted 21 January 2014 - 10:42 AM

Dammek replies, very quickly. "Oh yes, th-the collar. It does get a bit stifling sometimes, but it gives a nice 'tough guy' appearance. I'm free as a bird, the collar just encourages me along certain courses of action, such as working with you lot. All under my own volition, naturally." Dammek accepts the lho stick and takes a long drag to steady his nerves.

"So, what's our first assignment, Captain Eyeball?" Dammek leans back on a nearby desk and tilts his head expectantly, fingers drumming on the table edge.


Edited by Covered in Weasels, 21 January 2014 - 01:28 PM.

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Posted 21 January 2014 - 01:08 PM

As you speak, the door to the room you are in suddenly opens.

 

A man dressed in a very formal uniform enters, his face young, yet strict and serious.

 

His eyes look at you behind small glasses.

 

"Good to see that all of you indeed made it in time. With some of you I was rather sceptical" - he looks at Dammek as he says this.

 

"I guess you have a lot of questions why your previous employers transfered you into this unit so suddenly and swift. This answer will not be answered. At least not today. All you need to know is, that your former employers expect you to cooperate fully, and that there is no going back. You will get a task which you have to work on together. If you are successful - you might get to know more. If you fail - then we wont see each other again."

 

The last words had something slightly intimidating.

 

Without further words, he lays down an envelope on the rooms only table, and leaves as suddenly as he came.


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#12 ColArana

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Posted 21 January 2014 - 01:11 PM

As greetings were doled out, Cade briefly shook the entering Arbitrator's hand. Asterius Arsa was it? Cade met Asterius's firm and solid handshake with one of his own. No yielding on either side. The hint of a smile crossed Cade's face as he performed the handshake and realized this, but it vanished almost as quickly as the handshake ended. He overheard Dammek explaining why he was wearing an exploding collar, but his story seemed dubious. He couldn't think of any reason a free man would have to wear an exploding collar. Still, he would take Dammek at his word... for now. 

 

Dammek then asked the Arbitrator-- Asterius, what their assignment was. Oh, that was good. Right and down to business. Excellent. Cade's eyes trained onto the Arbitrator, and he leaned back against a wall, feeling the somewhat uncomfortable feeling of his long las pressing against his back. He shifted his position slightly, to alleviate that feeling, but kept his eyes on Asterius. "An excellent question." He remarked to Dammek, and Asterius. "I would like to know myself."

 

----

 

Almost as soon as the question left Cade's lips, another individual entered the room! He made a quick and brief explanation of what was going on (though quite vague), and left some envelopes on the desk. After he left the room, Cade spared a glance at the others, to see their reactions, before moving over to the desk, to examine to envelope, and then open it, intent on reading the contents.


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Posted 21 January 2014 - 01:35 PM

Dammek doesn't speak as the bespectacled man gives his speech, listening intently with one eyebrow raised. When the man leaves, Dammek takes another puff on his lho-stick and sidles up next to Cade while looking intently at the envelope.


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Posted 21 January 2014 - 01:51 PM

Dral looks on in dismay as the stranger speaks his piece... "What, no going back?.... Oi wait I have questoins... come back". Dral moves to the door the stranger left through, opens it and looks down the corridor which is already empty. 

 

Turning back to the group with a frown upon his face "He's gone...."


Edited by dava100, 21 January 2014 - 01:52 PM.

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Posted 21 January 2014 - 01:57 PM

I start to growl at Dammek, my face a scowl, when the door opens.

As soon as the man leaves, seeing that Cade got to the envelope faster then me ("quick fella", I think, and save the thought for reference), I give another quick scowl to Dammek, an ingrained Arbites force of habit, and say quickly and quietly: "this conversation is not over, convict."

I approach Cade and ask, in a friendlier tone of voice: "It's Harkness, right? Trooper Harkness, mind if I have a look at these papers?"


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Posted 21 January 2014 - 03:07 PM

The documents contain the following information:

 

 

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Arbitrator Arsa worked on a case called the "Scare witches". These witches first seemed to be only a minor annoyance, but now the issue gets more dynamic as a nobles nephew disappeared and word gets around that those "witches" were involved.

He disappeared in the lower part of the middle hive, in a division called Crealon. Some of the murder cases connected to the myth of the witches also have been said to happen in this division.

All of the murder victims have been found scared to death, which leaded to people talking and imagining things - thats why they call the suspects the "scare witches from Crealon".

 

Your mission objectives are:

> find out what happened to the nobles nephew (name: Balthasar Crane)

> find out what is true about the myth of the witches

> if possible, eliminate existing threats

> come back here and report your deeds

 

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Attachment: Autopsy report of Balthasar Crane

> died of heart attack

> had a frozen expression of shock in his face

> a psyker who took a look at him was scared about the sight - he said "his soul fled his body"


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Posted 21 January 2014 - 03:38 PM

Dral starts walking back and forth in the small office a worried look on his face, hands clasped behind his back and muttering to himself ignoring the others for a moment. The odd word can be heard "Not going back..... not a field agent... this is most irregular".


Edited by dava100, 21 January 2014 - 03:43 PM.

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Posted 21 January 2014 - 04:50 PM

Dammek returns Asterius's scowl before reading the briefing. Looking up, he notices Dral pacing back and forth with a worried look on his face. He hears Dral's mutterings and tries to refocus him on the task at hand:

"Hey Dral, my main brain, does any of this sound familiar to you? 'Souls fleeing their bodies,' scare witches and all that? I'm no expert on psykers but I'm sure a member of the Astra Telepathica knows a bit about them."

I try to plumb my memory for details on any xenos creatures or devices with similar abilities to these scare witches [Forbidden Lore (xenos) 31; rolled an 83 :( ]

Edited by Covered in Weasels, 21 January 2014 - 04:56 PM.

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Posted 21 January 2014 - 05:38 PM

"Feth..."

"Fething Witches again."

I run a hand through my face, setting aside for further analysis all thoughts other than those pertaining to the case. I put my shotgun at the table where my helmet lies and pull a chair, pointing to the other members of the team to sit down as well.

"Well, gents, it seems that we have a mission. Welcome to the investigation on the Scare Witches."

"I don't know why we were selected by such a secretive arm of the Administrandis Imperialis, but our superiors seem to think we all have skills that will be relevant to the case. So, Mr. Dall, the question posed by our... colleague... Dammek seems pertinent. Do you have any experience opposing witches? I had an encounter with their servants and I can say they are pretty fething tough in a fight (I scowl at this comment). We could use all the help we can get."

I switch my slate on, ready to take notes.

 


Edited by svstrauser, 21 January 2014 - 05:39 PM.

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Posted 21 January 2014 - 05:48 PM

Continuing to pace back and forth the muttering is replaced.... "main brain... scare witches... fething witches" 

 

After a moment Dral quits pacing and looks over at the table towards the others "...Hmm that is Mr Drakkon actually, but Dral is fine. Scare witches, possibly, let me think that over. Experience of combating them, not so much, although my mind is hardened to resist their befouled thoughts!"

 

Walking over to the table Dral pulls up a chair and reads the report while also trying to think if he knows anything about scare witches. [forbidden lore (Warp) 36; rolled 19 - pass]


Edited by dava100, 21 January 2014 - 06:10 PM.

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