!5jqGhKqTxo 03/17/11(Thu)23:06 No.14280446|
The Inquisitor's Chimera is waiting, ready to roll, having no traps or unfortunate endings to belie its relative safety. You all climb aboard, Toch Prost taking seat at the controls and bringing the Chimera to life. You hear him mumbling litanies of preservation to the Machine Spirit as the lumbering tank lurches forward. You're thrown to and fro as Toch drives erratically to dodge mortar shells and krak missiles in an attempt to return to the friendly front.
"Ted," Vedra says, turning to you. "Were you able to get anything from the Governor?"
"N-No, Inq-q-quisitor." You reply, hanging your head as if you had shamed yourself for being useless.
"Frak. Then we've nothing to go on." She grumbles, resting her hand on her bicep as she moves her other hand to rub the bridge of her nose.
"I've something." A voice you have not heard before fills the Chimera as it grinds to a halt, possibly marking your side of the firing lines.
Vedra, Toch and yourself all turn to the Storm Trooper. "The Governor was speaking to a Chaos Sorceror. I could not discern where the heretic was, but it was not on this world." He says, bowing his head lightly.
"...Very well, Crisis." Vedra says, pulling a small whistle from behind her glove. She places her fingers awkwardly amongst the holes, and gives a light blow, a rather sour note filling the Chimera.
The Storm Trooper convulses several times, and then collapses into his harness.
The ramp falls, as a small command squad stands ready, as if waiting for orders. A valkyrie is waiting nearby.