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  1. Lynata

    Of Great and Terrible Things

    Taking a deep breath in an effort to steady her nerves, the dusk-skinned novice nods an affirmative. "Very well, on your word. We should be able to hold off anything they can throw at us at least for a while." Pushing the butt of the shotgun into her shoulder, Ariel takes aim at the direction she expects the defenders to arrive from, with hastily whispered words uttering the Incantatio Timor. Fear is naught, for my Faith is strong.
  2. Lynata

    Of Great and Terrible Things

    Tensing up, Ariel renews her grip on the shotgun, casting a nervous glance towards the direction they are about to advance. "This is not good. Should we turn back, or press on?", the novice apparently directs the question at both her comrades-in-arms, for the first time showing a degree of concern. For her part, she presses against a nearby wall, taking minimal cover behind a piece of machinery, taking care not to move too far from Lax and his techno-arcana.
  3. Lynata

    Of Great and Terrible Things

    Nodding towards the trooper, Ariel raises her shotgun again -- almost, but not quite to eye-level, just as she'd been taught. Contrary to her fellow novice Sororitas, the dusk-skinned girl almost surprised herself at how casually she could move, given the circumstances. Somehow, she'd managed to convince herself that this operation was nothing more than the execution of a series of steps and maneuvers they had trained for years. It remained to be seen how long this would keep up once she'd come face to face with the inhabitants of the station and, in doing so, the reality of this act.
  4. Lynata

    Of Great and Terrible Things

    The girl riding - or rather, running - shotgun takes point, advancing towards their destination with a series of cautiously placed steps. Her heavy boots make a soft, splashing sound on the wet ferrocrete, hopefully sufficiently masked by the hum of electric power running through the conduits. Inadvertently, Ariel felt reminded of the live fire maneuvers her class of Schola cadets performed on the training grounds of St. Valerius', back when she was eleven years old. It was an odd memory to come up at a time like this, though the tactica drilled into the childrens' heads by their Guardsman-turned-Abbot were still committed to memory, and made her advance in a fashion one might have expected more from Munitorum Storm Troopers rather than a sixteen year old juve -- unless one knew said girl was a novice of the Adepta Sororitas. Move. Stop. Secure. Move. Stop. Secure. The combat shotgun stopped feeling as heavy in her hands as adrenaline began to surge through Ariel's veins in anticipation of sudden threats to her life. None came, at least for now. It took her a moment to interpret Lax' signal, then she noticed he was pointing at something atop of her -- after briefly being thrown off, wondering how on Terra the man could know the Sisterhood's war cant signum for "artillery strike", and why anyone would shell the ground above them.
  5. Lynata

    Of Great and Terrible Things

    Nodding to the former security trooper, Ariel decides to press ahead and take point, beginning her descent into the tunnel by using her left hand to climb as the right one clutches the heavy combat shotgun -- a feat in its own way, considering its weight. Fortunately, the way down isn't very long, allowing the novice to reinforce her grip on the weapon with her freed-again left. "It does not smell quite as bad as I would have imagined", she remarks, evidently not yet seeing any reason to lower her voice. "But that doesn't mean the air down here is healthy. Is it truly safe, Brother Lax?" As she walks and speaks, her eyes briefly remain glued on a cloud of white gas leaking from one of the massive power cables. As she passes, the air around her feels noticeably colder. At first, the journey seems to go uneventful, though Ariel stops again and again to examine some arcane-looking piece of machinery, or evidence of the hive's quasi-subterranean fauna and flora. A fleshy brain fungus, its man-sized shape bubbly and intertwined, sits glued on centuries-old stone. Elsewhere, a host of glowing electrolice, each one the size of an apple, has quietly infected one of the power lines, drawing sustenance from the powerful current running within. In its own way, this city really was a kind of jungle, and it was fascinating to see the hidden life below the streets.
  6. Lynata

    Of Great and Terrible Things

    Ariel paused for a moment, contemplating the other novice's remark. "It seems you can buy all sorts of things here, though this one I got from a street vendor. They are probably unregulated, given they are only to stun and disorient, or so I was told. Frankly, I'm not sure we should rely too much on its effects, but it should do something." Emperor be willing, at least. Having waited until nightfall, she joins the group for their little raid. The young novice is clad in the same apparel she had arrived on the planet with, considering the flak greatcoat to be both sufficiently protective as well as inconspicuous. Granted, she certainly would not fit in with the local nobility, but whilst ragged, her coat might still allow her to get by as a representative of the middle class, at least in combination with her flawless skin that was free from the impurities that were common among the working folk condemned to toiling in the hive's manufactoriums, surrounded by pollutants and radiation. She had kept her bodyglove as well, in addition to its basic properties also appreciating the possibility of using it to quickly change appearances by simply dropping her first layer of clothing. Whereas auspex and grenade could be tucked away, the shotgun had to be carried openly. Ariel had double-checked all her gear to ensure the absence of emblems or iconography connecting them to the Imperium's Adepta. "Very well. Let us hope the entrance to the tunnels won't be barricaded."
  7. Lynata

    Of Great and Terrible Things

    Softly patting the device, the novice moves to explain: "An insurance, Brother Lax. From how the effects of the gas were described to me, we might use it to overcome the station crew's resistance without killing them, or perhaps use it against any first responders. It should prove to be an effective, ideally non-lethal means of temporarily disrupting opposition." Pausing briefly, she adds: "Admittedly, it was more of an, ah, impulse acquisition. At first I was wondering if a lascutter might be useful or if it would slow us down too much, when I noticed another merchant had a few of these on offer."
  8. Lynata

    Of Great and Terrible Things

    It was ironic that Ariel, though deeply spiritual herself, and much more accustomed to following rules and regulations than Estelia, spent less time in the chapel than the latter. She still visited on a daily basis, of course, but did not allow even the Feast to interfere with her preparations -- at least, not too much. Her reverence took a mostly private form: aside from the usual prayers and meditation, the girl also increasingly engaged in self-castigation, following the Sororitas' belief that only through pain one will be able to gain a vague inkling of the Emperor's sacrifice, and perhaps come just a little bit closer to his divine presence. As the days passed, Ariel studied the schematics provided by their faraway mistress, doing her best to memorize what she thought might be passageways and rooms, although her lack of experience with such data made this a formidable task. If possible, the novice would have also attempted to scout out the immediate surroundings of the relay tower, specifically potential escape routes -- and on her journeys through the hive also attempt to pick up the following two items: Poor Craftsmanship Auspex (+0 vs 25) Hallucinogen Grenade (-10 vs 25) (if the +20 bonus from Downtime applies, please use all of it for the grenade. in regards to the recon, Ariel does not have Scrutiny, but perhaps Awareness (+0 at PER 35) would help at least a little?)
  9. Lynata

    Of Great and Terrible Things

    Furrowing her brows at the security-guard-turned-operative's comment, Ariel adds: "Of course we should avoid revealing our true allegiance. Indeed, if it comes to that, it might be prudent to die as, ah, members of some criminal gang rather than Imperial agents. That means we must also conceal the origins or leave behind any parts of equipment affiliated with the Imperial Adepta." She glances at Estelia, remembering the devotional iconography affixed to her comrade's armour. Her attention returning to their host, she bows. "I believe this should cover everything. If we may 'borrow' Brother Lax for acquiring some of the items he listed? His familiarity with the mansion's inventory should be a great help -- and he may know where to look in case we need to source any missing items from local merchants."
  10. Lynata

    Of Great and Terrible Things

    "Do not fret, Brother Lax, I too would prefer we avoid slaying loyal citizens", the novice attempts to reassure him, misinterpreting his confusion for hesitation. "It is but a possibility, yet one we should steel our resolve for, were it to become necessary." Having at least attempted to keep track of the list, she ponders for a moment before nodding. "I doubt we can take the entire relay offline. Even if we'd succeed, I trust the Machine God's priests will notice and send an inspection team. We might be able to come up with an excuse ... say, a reactor leak. But even so, I think the best approach is to only jam short-range vox, and try to subdue the station crew one by one, as quickly and quietly as possible."
  11. Lynata

    Of Great and Terrible Things

    Ariel hesitated for a moment, her curiosity getting the better of her as she watched the trooper take off his helmet. There wasn't anything noteworthy about Lax' face per se, but him having kept his face hidden for so long only served to generate a certain aura of mystique. The girl already knew this effect from the convent, as the Mistress of Repentance was never seen without her helmet-mask either, or at least not by the novices. "I'm not too worried about physical locks. Whatever is needed to open them we should be able to get from the station's crew without them being alive or cooperating. Electronic locks, however ... dead men don't talk." She paused, then added as if to correct her own assessment: "Unless a door is keyed to their voxprint, but I don't believe this to be likely."
  12. Lynata

    Of Great and Terrible Things

    As everyone's eyes turned to Lax, Ariel followed suit. She had not considered the soldier's familiarity with electronica, but their host's words made sense. Still, it was one thing to monitor devices provided for personal use, and another to access someone elses. "Lia has a point -- but the data we are looking for may be locked. Are you skilled in breaching such locks, Brother Lax?", she inquired, before adding as if to explain: "We might be able to secure the key from the station's personnel, but we should assume we will not."
  13. Lynata

    Of Great and Terrible Things

    Ariel's brows raise slightly; the novice did not expect there to be no maintenance personnel on stand-by -- or their host to not have this information herself. If something broke, would this not mean that valuable time might be lost, perhaps even the security and sanctity of the mansion being compromised. She could only imagine that this segregation of knowledge and personnel must be how the Inquisition handles things. Ultimately, she gestures refusal with her hands, then inclining her head to accompany the expression with the minimum amount of respect considered appropriate for the situation. This was not a time to get bogged down in such details, and the soldier's briefing seemed to offer something more immediately applicable. For a moment, she wondered what a Reclimator might be, but decided not to inquire as it would not affect her judgement in this scenario. Like Estelia, the term made her think of an adept or at least someone in service to the local government at first, but ultimately she would still kill them if it came to that. The other girl's question, however, whilst considered redundant by Ariel, still made her feel more at ease about the prospect of a confrontation: even in service to a higher cause, she'd much rather fell a criminal than another of His servants. "I believe these tunnels are our best option, then. Accessing the terminal's machine spirit may be another matter, though -- I do not believe we have a cipher-wright among us knowledgeable in accessing this technology." She looked towards Inellia as if expecting the woman to pull one of her contacts out of her proverbial sleeve.
  14. Lynata

    Of Great and Terrible Things

    Ariel nods, still assessing the plans as she listens to Lax' explanation and Lia's suggestion. "Our host likely knows someone who keeps all the machinery in the manor operational", the novice recalls, for example, the impressive communications array they had been permitted to use to contact the Inquisitor. "But Brother Lax has already provided helpful advice I believe we can put to good use." Regardless of the soldier's spirituality, the novice had recently taken to prefix his name with the title, perhaps simply out of habit given her upbringing, for even now she was surrounded by men and women of the Faith. She traces some of the lines on the map with a finger as she proceeds, the other hand resting on her hip: "These tunnels, would they be part of the guards' patrol route, or could they rather be infested by vermin?"
  15. Lynata

    Of Great and Terrible Things

    Ariel watches Estelia take possession of the second message, stepping closer to get a glimpse at the other document's contents as well. "Not many family ties on this world", she comments, somewhat surprised at the short list. At least these few names should prove easier to follow up on. "I am not an expert on these matters, but at a hunch I would suspect that House Novianna's recent fortunes are tied to the activities of the Skydock." The novice looks to their host as if trying to judge, based on Inellia's expression, whether she might be on the right track. ((I like it!))
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