"So, in his spirit, we have decided to show you what a lesser evil spawn looks like. I've chosen an ordinary chaos cultist for this purpose, assistants, if you would be so kind as to roll the cage onto the stage?"

*a baffled and bleeding man can be seen to the right of the stage, whispering something in a frantic voice. The inquisitor turns to him and responds, oblivious to the microvox in front of him*

"what do you mean the cultist escaped, sacrificed the mayor and ascended into a daemon?"

*the crowd shifts and muffled conversation breaks out. Everyone looks visibly disturbed, and some head for the exits*

*The adept seen earlier re enters the stage and waves his hands energetically, making a cutting gesture over his throat while pointing at the microvox*

"What, what do you mean? Speak up man! There's a crisis going on here! A daemon is on the loose!"

*the adepts rushes up to the inquisitor and whispers something. The inquisitor turns to the crowd, faint understanding rising in his eyes*

"...Oh. Oh dear"

*Panic ensures as someone screams and the peoples hurries for the exits, trampling the ones who fall*

"..Wait! Calm down! Everything is under control!"

*A loud, inhuman roar can be heard from outside the theatre, and sounds of frantically discharged rifles echoes throughout the building*

"Looks like I was no better than my father after all"

*The inquisitor took a few steps forwards, and jumped of the stage. He closed his eyes and sighed*
"Menial! Get me my bolter!"
*The shuffling and screaming coming from outside was getting greater now. After a few moments, it became clear that his retinue had somehow failed him.*

'Great, what do I do now?' He thought.

....

You are inquisitor Lolliros the second. For your whole life you have striven to become something greater than your father, now expunged Inquisitor Lolliros (the first). Having failed (you think that it's not quite as big a failure as your fathers though) your given mission, you are now standing on the floor in the abandoned theatre building. Outside, screams and sounds of battle can be heard. Looks like that one cultist your search team captured earlier in the week had friends in the city.

You are carrying nothing more than your clothing, and the ID card in your pocket, identifying you as a member of the inquisition. It's great for picking up chicks with, but fill no real purpose other than getting you free meals and rides.

Ahead of you is the three main exits. The doors are wide open. Behind you is the theatre stage, and to the left and right is the stage entries, that leads to the back, and to the rear exit. You think that you left your bolter in your loge just before the seminary.

Moments pass. You struggle, but cannot think of what to do. You stand, nervously tapping your left foot against the clear marble floor with your arms crossed.

The sounds of carnage is starting to damper now. You figure that the battle is moving eastwards, towards downtown.

>>3567132
I get the hell out of there, hijack the fist warp-able ship I can, and start a new life as a Rogue Trader under a new name. Facial Reconstruction is a must.

>>3567153
Suddenly, you hear a voice inside your head.
'Get away!' it says. 'Start a new life!'
"What manner of heresy is this?!" you shout. You feel strange.

>>3567167
DO IT! There's no way you can take on a Deamon alone, and you have no weapons!
To do otherwise is DEATH!

>>3567184
You are overwhelmed with sudden compulsion. You stagger forwards a few steps, and then a few more. A rising feeling of urgency is gathering in your gut. You massage your temples as you head for the main door.

Outside, a scene of death greets you. Various chaos spawns and maddened cultists lay dead in the streets, coupled with the bodies of PDF's, and alot of civilians. The pavement runs red with blood, and there's fire's everywhere. To your right the street continues westwards, towards the so called upperclass dwellings of this wretched city. To the east is the downtown. Straight ahead of you is the City hall.

You have one hell of a headache, and you lean against the wall of the theatre for stability, trying to clear your toughs.

>>3567167

Bellowing my family's ancient battlecry, "RAILROAAAAAD!" I gather my Acolytes and prepare for battle.

ACOLYTE ROLL CALL

>>3567208
You suddenly bend over, as if punched in the gut. You loose control of yourself, and bend backwards, bellowing a strange word, surely drawing unneeded attention to yourself.

You snap out of it and look around, bewildered.

>>3567233
Get away. Get Away. Get Away! GET AWAY! GETAWAY! RUN RUN RUN RUN!
You still have Inquisitorial power, take whatever you want. What you need. GET AWAY!
But be fast, death comes swiftly.

there is only one solution: exterminatus extremis,
may all these good people burn in the heat of their own planets core

>>3567252
The voice returns, violently urging you to flee.
You cover your ears with your hands, shouting "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!", but it's useless. Soon the compulsion takes over, and fear rises in your mind. You burst into a sprint, going westwards, faintly remembering that there's a munitorium there for the local PDF squadron. Along the way you pass overturned cars and mauled civilians, and the occasional wounded PDF trooper limping for the relative safety of a building or some cover.

You arrive at the munitorium. Further westwards lies the hospital. From here it looks as if there's still peoples moving around.

The munitorium looks dead and deserted. There's blood and bodies all over the entry, and it looks looted.
Still, there just might be something useful inside. Perhaps a voxbead, or a weapon.

>>3567279
Search the bodies. The dead no longer need possessions.
And change your clothes dammit! I'm trying to get you out alive! Keep your ID. You may need it.
Speed is of the essence. Get to the spaceport. If you don't have a craft there, commandeer one.

>>3567308
You fight against the compulsions, knowing only too well that they lead to your temporary salvation.
But it's futile. For every passing moment you lose control to these strange voices.

You stager over to the bodies. They're mostly PDF's. Their weapons lay scattered about, no doubt deemed unnecessary by the khornate cultists. You grab a stubber. You sweep your gaze around, looking for a change of clothings. There might be a couple of uniforms in the munitorium. Otherwise, the dead will have to give you what you need.

You faintly recall skimming over the map of the city when you where on the shuttle towards the planet. The spaceport is downtown. Figures.

*shit. What I meant to type was "...You fight against the compulsions, knowing only too well that while they lead to your temporary salvation, you fear for what might lay beyond, and if anyone found out.."

>>3567344
>>3567352
No good! A PDF uniform will make you just another target. Strip a civilian. Search for an Aircar, or some means of quick travel.
The khornate cultists like to get into melee, deny them that and you may survive! If there are any more, small weapons, grab them as well.
HURRY!

>>3567425
The voices reprimand you for your lack of forethought, and you pan around. A wounded man lay breathing in shallow gulps near a broken vehicle. He's lacking an arm, and wouldn't survive much longer anyways. You head over to him, flash him your badge, quip "Inquisitorial business", and nail him in the face with the stubber. He dies instantly with the report of the weapon, and you clumsily deprave him of his clothing. You dump your inquisitorial garb in the burning vehicle behind him, confident that it'll be disposed of momentarily.

You are now dressed in nondescript, dark clothing.
Looking around, you find an auotgun and and a holster, which you deposit your stubber in.

You sling the autogun over your shoulder, and look around for a functioning vehicle. No such luck! All cars are either burning or wrecked in this part of the streets, you'll have to make it on foot.

You jog eastwards again, towards the downtown district, and the spaceport.

>>3567499
You pass the theatre without incident, and enter the downtown.

The fighting is dense here, and the screams of the wounded and the sound of weapon discharge hangs thick in the air. You are standing at the western entry of the downtown. All around you are looted shops and slaughtered peoples, cultist, civilians and pdf in equal measure. Further down the street you can actually see fighting, though you can't tell who is fighting who from here. Ways to the south east the space port rises into the sky, like a dark, shining beacon of hope. There's heavy fighting over there, explosions ripping through the air.

>>3567499
Good, good. If you find a knife or other form of close combat weapon, take it. You may need it.
Keep to the shadows. Stay low, and behind cover. Avoid battles if you can, take a side street or alleyway. Your top priority is getting to the spaceport and getting a ship. One that has weapons, if possible. And a pilot.

I must leave you now. If you survive the night, I will return.

Once you are in space, cash in every favor, use every Inquisitorial resource, do everything you can to get as much money and equipment as you can. Its expensive being an Rouge Trader just starting off, and re-arranging your face isn't cheep. You have to do it as fast as you can though, before anyone finds out about this. Hopefully they will think you died here on the planet.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS OVER?!

>>3567598
Going completely by the compulsions, and your own instincts, you duck low and scuttle over to the side. Looking around, you roughly plot your way to the spaceport, taking every shadowy side street, cutting every corner and avoiding contact with everything living as you do.

After a few narrow escapes and three dead cultists, you are crouching outside the main gates of the spaceport. The gates has been ripped open and torn aside, and there's dead bodies everywhere, mutilated almost beyond comprehension. The fighting is still heavy, and your chances of finding a craft to ferry you out is slim. Finding a pilot to make it do so is even slimmer.

DEATH BEFORE DISHONOR!

I draw upon my early training as a sanctioned psyker and kick the main doors open, searching for the demon. As I see the beast rear its blasphemous head, I begin drawing warp energy into myself, ready to turn my own body into a portal into the warp, drawing the beast through my body, killing me and sealing the portal as the menace is banished to the hell it deserves. My name may be forgotten or reviled, but I die with my work complete.

>>3567862
'The voices! they aren't making any sense!'
You struggle, but to no avail. You never where a psyker, not before your inquisitorial training, and certainly not after. After a few moments, that particular compulsion wears off.

>>3567932
After several moments of silence, you begin to wonder if your hidden benefactors have abandoned you. As the stronger compulsions falter, you begin to feel afraid. The sudden stillness in your mind unwelcome and unwanted.

You hazard a look around you, and realise that the place is empty. Bolstering your resolve, you decide to head over and into the spaceport.

You are met by a long corridor, branching off to the left and right a couple of doors ahead. Further down there's another intersection. The place is quiet and deserted, though you can hear faint sounds of battle far away, the screams of the dead and dying echoing against the corridor walls.

To your right, a large window with the words "reception" painted over it is covered from the inside with blood. There's several holes in the glass, and the whole thing could easily fall apart.

There's an lounge to your left. Scattered bags and other travel goods are littered all over the place, coupled with the bodies of dead civvies.

* this IS supposed to be some kind of adventure/quest game. Please go ahead and make the good inquisitor do stuff.

>>3568127

Search the bags for smuggled explosives or weapons. Then go into the reception area and check to see if any ships will be arriving in the immediate future.

>>3568485
Just as suddenly as the voices went away, they return anew. This time, it doesn't take too long for you to comply with the compulsions they bring, and you set out to search the various packs and bags.

Scouring through, you manage to find several sets of clothing, food and common items. In one bag you find a large, keen edged knife. Probably well cared for earlier, it has now been abandoned by it's previous owner. You take it and shove it down your left boot.

Finding little else, you head over to the bloody reception. On the other side, you see a large pictscreen, displaying estimated time of arrivals and departures of different shuttles. All of the vessels still on ground are listed as grounded.

Sudden sounds of gunfire emerging from outside of the broken doors make you dive for cover behind a large, overturned metal table.

>>3568596

It transpires that the room is filled with inferior races. Destroy them, for the glory of the white race.

>>3568485
Glancing back at the pictscreen, you see no estimated arrivals in the nearest hour. You curse silently.

The whole building shakes as an large explosion rocks the air outside. You hear the tell tale sounds of falling debris, and gather that a ship just got shot down.

>>3568603
Secure tripcode inb4 game break. Curses.

>>3568627
The shooting dies down, and a hoarse scream can be heard from outside, followed by silence, and a mad cackle. Soon enough, a very bloody cultist, dressed in rags, emerges in the doorway wielding a large butchers knife. You keep your head down, as he hasn't seen you yet.

>>3568677

Pull out the knife, and prepare yourself mentally for combat, but avoid being seen at all costs. If the cultist leaves, try to send out a message for reinforcements. Where is the nearest astropath?

>>3568927
You silently pull your knife, ignoring the stubber and the autogun for now, and tense your legs and stomach, preparing to deal with the cultist swiftly and silently if he approaches.

The cultist is taking his damn time though. He stands there in the doorway, giggling incoherently while watching the pictscreen in the reception. you dare a glance and notice with disgust that he appears to be picking his nose with the butchers knife.

While you wait, you remeber that you never bothered with a voxbead when you got here.
Closing your eyes, you see the map of the building in front of you. The astropath is located, conveniently enough, near the top of the building, 13 floors up.

You curse silently again.

Wait to see what the Cultist does, kill him if needed, then make your way to the Astropath.

>>3569256
The compulsions are starting to feel like a veil over your mind.

You stay put, observing the cultist with your ears.
The man suddenly says something utterly incomprehensible, and starts to walk towards your position. You feel your adrenaline spike as your heart beats faster, preparing for the kill.

The cultist staggers over to a bag just in front of the table you are hiding behind, and crouches down over it. You hear the familiar sound of a zipper being undone, and then soon thereafter, again. You start to wonder what the man is doing when suddenly you hear the splash of liquid, and a very distinct smell enters your nostrils.

'oh now he's done it' you think, enraged. You grab the table with your left hand, and jump over it in a fluid motion. The cultist is standing with his back turned against you, and you direct your leap with your hand, and land with your right boot on his lower leg. He utters something, startled, and start to yelp in pain as he half turns towards you, bringing the butchers knife to bear in a poor, overarching swing. You turn slightly sideways, and jam your knife into the man's neck. He makes a gurgling noise and rolls madly with his eyes, trying for your torso with his knife. You dodge sideways, release your grip off your knife while tripping the man with your left foot. He starts to fall, and you quickly follow up with a boot to the face, breaking his nose and skull. The man tumbles helplessly backwards, and lands in a heap, gurgling and flailing with his arms. After a few moments, the man is dead, and you grit our teeth as you retrieve your knife from his throat, and clean it with a skirt you found in one of the bags.

You deposit it in your boot once more, and make for the elevator.

>>3569332
You pass three intersections in the corridors as you hurry along, but face no further opposition on this floor.
You reach the combined cargo/personel elevator and notice to your dismay that it has been defiled, heretical signs mark the elevator doors, dripping with cooling blood. Next to the elevator is the stairs. It's a long way up. You pause, and wonder if it's worth the risk.

>>3569332
*all practice is good practice.

>>3569363

Put the knife back in your left boot, grab the autogun, and carefully make your way up the staircase.

>>3569457

After all, there are probably other cultists who may or may not have heard their friend die.

>>3569457
>>3569470
Wielding the autogun in your hands, you cautiously traverse the staircase. You smell fire when you reach the third floor. The second was deathly quiet.
You pick up the pace, and head further upwards.

Passing the fifth floor, you pause. Behind the reinforced door, you hear active fighting. Mad screams, the wails of victims and a distressed voice yelling orders, followed by uncoordinated autogun fire and the thud of riddled bodies.

>>3569499

Run, run! Get to the Astropath. Getting a message out is far more important than helping some PDFs.

>>3569499

Or, wait. Can you go upstairs without passing through that door? If so, keep going.

>>3566913
For a second I thought this was supposed to be Freddie Mercury.

>>3569516
You consider opening the door and lending your autogun, but the voices harshly remind you of your priorities.
You continue up the stairs, and just as you round the last step you hear a shriek of terror coming from the voice that gave orders. You shake it off and push onwards.

floor 6 through 10 pass relatively uneventful. Upon reaching the eleventh floor you run into a problem.
A big one.
A shuttle has apparently crashed into the staircase between the eleventh and the twelfth floor, effectively blocking your way. The titanium hull drips with blood that seeps out from the inside, indicating an unhealthy amount of corpses inside. A large swath of the wall has been torn asunder, and you get a great view over the cityscape. A large amount of fires are spreading all across the city, and there's heavy fighting everywhere. You briefly contemplate that at least a full quarter of the populace must've been aligned with khorne by the time you got here.

You try to recall if there's another way up besides the elevator, and faintly remember an external ladder going from floor 7 to 18, accessible via an guard post on each of them.
You approach the reinforced 11th floor door, and try to listen. There's scantly a sound coming from the other side, barring the occasional running footsteps, hurrying past.

>>3569562

Go back to the shuttlepod, and check to see if what was in there. There could have been soldiers in there, with more useful weapons than an autogun. If not, open the door to the 11th floor.

>>3569562

Make sure your stubber is fully loaded, and that anything on your person that is shiny/easily noticable is either muffled with soot/whatever, or kept as discrete as possible. Check the knife for any damage, as well as make a mental note to get a sidearm to use with the knife.

>>3569761

You remove the stubber from your holster, and check the magazine. You where lucky when you picked it up, as the previous owner hadn't fired it yet. It's full, nine slugs. Satisfied, you replace the sidearm in the holster. You then proceed to stealth up, securing your dark nondescript clothing and making sure that you are as little visible as possible. You check the knife, and notice a scrape over the blade that wasn't there before, probably from penetrating the bone of the cultist down below.

>>3569743
You turn back and inspect the shuttle. After a few moments, you find the door and manage to pry it open. The stench of fear and death hits you in the face, and you cover your mouth with your hand as you scan the interiors. The inside of the shuttle is nothing more than piles upon piles of corpses. You can only see civilians, but it's always possible that there's a solider or a mercenary in there. However, you feel that there are more pressing concerns than digging through a shuttle full of dead peoples at the moment.
(You're also a bit squeamish when it comes to such large amounts of intestines, but you'd never admit that to yourself)

You close up the shuttle again, and head back to the door. With an effort, you manage to get it open, and cautiously peer into the corridor ahead. There's not a living soul in sight for the moment. To the right, you see various doors and offices. To the left, you see the guard post at the far end of the corridor. It seems to be unmanned at the moment.

>>3569949
Excellent my child, you've survived this far. I told you I would return.

Head towards the guard station, there may be a lasgun there you can use.
And the next time you find enough of it... you may want to rub some blood on your clothing. The cultists might leave one of their own alone after all.

>>3570154
You proceed towards the guard post. You encounter no one on your way there, but as you pass the elevator you can hear shouting and gunfire from down the shack. The cultists are gaining ground. Very soon they'll be all over the spaceport.

You arrive at the end of the corridor. There's not much here, a chair, a desk and a PDF jacket someone left hanging. A brief check reveals a map of the building, and you decide that it's in your best interest to memorize it. You pay specific attention to the landing pad at the 14th floor, and the shuttle bay at the twelfth, noting them to be the most possible locations for finding a craft and/or a pilot. The astropath is on the 13th floor, as you summarised earlier. The entry to the astropath's office is marked with red, and some scribbled text indicate a reinforced position outside the doors.

There's also a seemingly working vox unit here. The speaker is turned off, but judging by the readouts there's intense voxtraffic going on right now.

The window is unlocked, and you move it a bit and carefully peer out. The security ladder is just outside it, and so far no one seems to be using it. You turn and look up. There's not a great deal of shuttles in the air now, and the ones who are flying are actively trying to get away from the city.

>>3570249
Get the vox and listen in. I may be here to protect you, but you still need to hear what you've wrought on this world.
Climb the ladder, but be quick about it. You'll be a sitting duck on there.

SUFFER NOT THE UNLEAN TO LIVE! PURGE THE MUTANT, THE XENOS, AND THE HERETIC! AN OPEN MIND IS A FORTRESS WITH ITS GATE UNBARRED AND UNGUARDED!

>>3570280
You are starting to get the distinct feeling that the voices are not one and the same. However, you have no time to speculate at this, and decide to set the matter aside for now.

You grab the vox unit, put it on your belt and hook up the earpiece. Turning it on, you use your inquisitorial access code to tune in to the PDF network. Reports are scattered and frantic, the defense forces are obviously in way above their heads. All that where not slaughtered in the initial assault are now grouped up in small spots of resistance all over the city, fighting for their lives as much as anything else. You are worried that no one seems to know what happened to the mayor-turned-daemon.

You turn down the volume so that only you can hear the vox, and absent mindedly listen to it, encase there's anything important going on.
You head out, and close the window behind you. Outside, the wind is chilly and brisk, and smells of ashes and death. You quickly scuttle upwards. As you begin to reach the 13th floor, you hear someone say "There's an armed civvie coming up the ladder sarge! What do I do?!". You look around, and then remeber the vox.
You look up, and see the soldier in question. A real greenhorn, by the looks of it. He is holding his vox unit close to his face, looking mighty frightened. His stub revolver is shaking heavily in his hand.

>>3570367

This is just a question, not a suggestion. How good of a shot is Lolliros the Second? And would he be able to fire a weapon while climbing a ladder?

>>3570440
* Lolliros the second is, quite unlike his father, quite the marksman, and he could conceivably fire his sidearm from the ladder. Wielding the autogun would be more problematic however.
In general, where Lolliros the first where a charmer, spokesman and a diplomat, Lolliros the second is a brawler, crackshot and intimidater. He has so far tried actively to be everything his father was not.

>>3570367
looks like you were lucky. Plead for help, tell them you are afraid. Act the part. If they think your a civilian, then they will help you.

>>3570495
You look down, and cant help but bring forth a large, mischievous smile. You turn back up, and wave at the soldier, trying to put on your best scared face."He looks scared" the soldier comments to his superior, seemingly unaware that he hasn't depressed the send button on his vox unit yet.

You climb a few steps upwards, just so that you reach hearing distance, and shout "You have to help me! They're coming! All my friends are dead!" with added frantic gesticulation. The solider seems to hesitate for a moment, discussing the situation with his superior. They soon reach a consensus, and he opens the window, motioning you to hurry inside.
You climb inside and take stock of the situation. The guardpost on this level is heavily fortified with sandbags and munitions. You spot a las carbine leaning against the wall, and several spare powercells laying around. This level feels positively crowded, compared to the previous empty halls. You count at least 20 pdf troopers in defensive positions, aiming at the stairs and the elevator. A rugged man with the insignia of a Sargent is towering over a man with a large vox aparatus on his back, discussing something.

You spot the door that leads to the astropaths office a few doors down the corridor. It's heavily defended.

>>3570588
Hmmm... talk to the guard, find out how well informed they are. If they know it was YOU who are responsible for this plight, they we ill have to think of something.
If they do not, pull rank. Commandeer them as well. Meatshields are always useful.

>>3570613
You grab a hold of the greenhorn who let you in, and strike up a conversation. After a few moments, it's plain as daylight that, at least these troopers, have no idea what's going on. They have apparently been holed up in the spacestation even before the attack, guarding the shuttles and helping the arbiters.
When the shuttles started dropping from the sky, they received orders to hole up and protect the astropath, and since then everything has been a mess. Their ranking officer is the Sargent, and he is barely able to hold them together.

Relived in their ignorance, you thank the man, and head over to the leader. He greets you with a raised eyebrow, and you casually flip your inquisitorial id in his face. He promptly straightens up and salutes you.
"Inquisitor! We, that is to say, I, well, We didn't know that there was an inquisitor on this planet!"

"Well, You do now. I have need of you and your men. You are now commissioned into the service of the inquisition. Is this clear?"

the man promptly salutes once more, looking very relieved about not having to be in command any more. He waves one of the troopers to his side, and orders him to spread the news. Soon you are receiving respectful and fearful glances from the troopers in your vicinity.

>>3570678
Have a more... experienced man guard the ladder. Take the Sargent to the Astropath with you, get all the information you can from him. Supplies, status of any ship near enough to get to, are there any pilots?
Report that a deamon has attack to the astropath, do NOT let them know it was at least partial your fault... and its beginning to look more and more like it was not.

>>3570711
You replace the greenhorn with a silent and sturdy looking fellow, and then motion for the Sargent to follow you, as you head into the astropath's office.

The first thing you notice is the 'exotic' décor, consisting prominently of pictures and paintings of the god-emperor in different shapes and forms. The actual furnishing in the room seems to be made out of solid gold. In the middle of the room is a large desk, with an extremely comfortable looking chair behind it. At the back of the room stands several book cases filled with books and collections of different kinds. Other than that and a pictscreen, the room is surprisingly bare.

The astropath is sitting on the floor, cross legged, seemingly lost in thought. The Sargent is looking very uncomfortable in the vicinity of him.

You greet the astropath, and he slowly opens his eyes, as if in a daze. "Inquisitor" he states with a monotone voice. "How can I serve you?".

You begin by asking him how the current fleet situation looks like. He responds by rolling his eyes up and back into his skull. "There is five ships in different states of orbit. One freight hauler, badly damaged. Two unidentified ships, one Inquisitorial ship.." he breaks off, looks at you and says "...yours, Inquisitor?" he then goes back and continues with "...and one imperium enlisted trader"
He finishes and looks at you with large, black eyes.

You ask him about the state of the ships currently on the landing pad. He responds quickly this time, as if he had already checked a dozen times the latest few minutes. "There's three transport scuttles capable of flight on the landingpad right now inquisitor. There is also two pilots in the building. One on floor 15, a man named Ray. He is currently clutching the remains of his wife, and has done so for the past two hours. The other one is on the landing pad, keeping the shuttles ready for take off. His name is Charls"

>>3570842

He trails off, and there's an awkward silence as he wordlessly observes you. You straighten out, and quickly inform him about the daemon attack and the chaos cultist uprising. He accepts the information with calculated cool. "This is not entirely unknown to me, Inquisitor" he states finally. "For some time now there has been an increase in warp activity surrounding this most fair of planets"
You remember the red, hostile sky and the dead, scotched earth surrounding the city.
"I tried to send a warning, but alas, the imperium had it's eyes elsewhere. For a while I hoped that you were here because of that, but it would seem that I was mistaken"

He finishes his sentence plainly and stares unyieldingly at you.


*I'll have to break off here. Got business to attend to. I'll either post a new thread or continue this one when I get back in a few hours.

>>3570847
The voices may be idle...

>>3570865
Suddenly, the voices are silent. There's something about this man. He ticks you off somehow.
You shrug, and ask him about what kind of supplies there is available. He sighs heavily, and stands up with some difficulty. He heads over to the pictscreen on the wall, and enters some command or other. A list displays, frightfully meagre.

The man reads out aloud, with a droning voice. "There is cultists on level 7, the five pdf soldiers there are being slaughtered as we speak. Our main storage room is on level 9. It contains several suits of carapace chest armour, 6 autoguns, 12 autogun clips, 6 stubbers and 12 stubber clips. And of course, the goods we confiscated from that wanted rouge trader a few years back"
Your attention snaps at his last words.
"What confiscated goods?" you ask.

He continues, seemingly unimpressed with what he reads. "some amasec mostly, a stubber fitted with a silencer, and something called a 'power blade'."
He finishes the last two words with some disdain in his voice, as if he doesn't know what a power blade is.

You however, do. And you almost choke on your tongue as you hear him say that.

Apparently unsatisfied with the last entry, he enters another command on the pictscreen, and gets a more detailed description of the power blade. He reads out loud. "It says here that it's fitted with a mono filament blade aswell, whatever that means"

You sigh happily, thank the man, and hurriedly leave his office. As you are about to close the door behind you, you can hear him say "I'll be here if you have further use of me, Inquisitor. That is, I'll be here until the cultists break through".

You shudder at the thought and close the door. The Sargent looks obviously relieved at not having to be around the astropath any more. "Throne! I can't stand those, whatstheycalled, Psykers! Bah. They give me the jitters, that's fer sure" he says and makes the sign of the aquila.

>>3572066
You ponder your next course of action idly. The power blade down on level 8 is tempting enough, but the cultists are moving up through the elevator fast.
But on the other hand, they seem to be systematically wiping each floor clean as they go. You COULD use some of your new trooperfriends as meatstoppers, buying you time to reach the blade. Hmm.

>>3572391
*level 9. Frack.

Rally the PDF's, you'll need that storage room. Get down there, get the weapons, and make your way to the pilots, both of them.

These troops may be the last with any chance, try to keep them alive.

>>3572391

Before going to level 9, check with the astropath again to see if he can detect anything using his unnatural psyker powers that might be on the other floors.

Grab 3 pdf members, preferably one experienced member, and two rookies. Make sure everyone is as well armed and protected as possible, pray to the immortal god emperor, and begin the journey to grab the confiscated goods.

While you are traveling, you experience a flashback of a skull-probe that often told you what to do. You remember frustration that you experienced every time it floated towards your head before its vox caster spouted, "Hey! Listen!" over and over again. You had named it Navi.

>>3572831
>>3573363

For the first time, you are actually hearing two voices at the same time.

You head into the astropath's chambers once more, to seek his advice. You enter the chambers, and seemingly disturb whatever meditations he had going on once more. He sights as he looks up at you.

"Yes, Inquisitor?"

You quickly ask him if he can detect where the cultists are in the builidng. He slowly shakes his head. "Sorry Inquisitor. My powers cannot see such faint things as individual cultists"

You thank him once more, and head out again, maybe a little to quick, but damn he freaks you out as well.

Back in the main corridor, you inspect the pdf troopers, and grab one man with a scar over his eye, a large, brutish type of a man, and two less experienced soldiers. They all watch you with mixed feelings of glory and dread in their eyes.

You motion for them to follow you, and nod a quick "I'll leave the situation up to you, be right back" to the Sargent. He salutes you smartly as you being to climb down the security ladder.

You climb down to the window outside of level 9's guard post. You cant see a living soul from here, but sounds of combat and gunfire comes from level 8 below. You'll have to hurry, they'll soon be done with the poor bastards down there, and then they'll come up to where you are now. This window is closed and locked however.

Shoot open the Window with your Stubber, then climb in.

>>3573416

Speak for yourself, my Skull-Probe was named Morte.

>>3574754
You grab your stubber, and unceremoniously blow three holes in the window. The glass cracks, and you jump, feet first, into the guard post. You land in a roll, and crouch behind the metal desk, stubber held with both hands.Behind you, the three troopers you brought tries and fails miserably at repeating your heroic manoeuvre, landing in a heap of tangled limbs on the floor.

Peeking out to check for enemies, you sigh as you realise that, for the moment, everything is clear. You stand up, and help the troopers regain their footing. They are all equally embarrassed, hefting their autoguns as if the gesture could protect their now non-existent manliness.

>>3574778

Make sure to have the veteran soldier watching behind your party O.O

Instruct the two less experienced troops to act as scouts, while you and the experienced trooper keep an eye out for anyone who might have heard your not so bright idea of blowing a hole through a locked window.

>>3574852

RELOAD YOUR STUBBER!

>>3574852
You tell the rugged one to watch your back, and entrust the two greenhorns with the honorific duty of scout patrol, and send them down the hall. They seem to have grasped the seriousness of the situation, as a muffled scream can be heard from the floor below. They advance silently across the corridor, weapons trained. After a few moments, they signal all clear with their hands, and you head on after them.

Arriving at the storage doors, you see that they are locked. Of course. Why wouldn't they be?

>>3574858
On a sudden impulse, you reach down to your pockets for a fresh clip. Grasping air, you faintly remember not grabbing any extra clips before you headed down here. You check the magazine. Six bullets left, one chambered, and five in the mag.

Protip: you use "are" for plurals, e.g., "there are 5 ships", "there are cultists" etc.
Also, stop doing several actions per round and telling us what we do. Do one action and wait for something else.

>>3574903
*right. Got it.

Get naked. It's the only way.

>>3574936
You contemplate removing your clothing.

Make your way to the armoury and also check if you pass that pilot grasping his wifes dead remains for the past hours

Confiscate some ammo from the greenies, naturally.

>>3574949
You cannot for the life of you recall there ever being an armoury in the floor plans. You DO know however, that there's a completely sweet power blade on the other side of these two locked doors.
The second pilot is probably still up on level 15, for all that you know.

ask if anyone knows the codes to the doors?

I try to open those locked doors?

>>3574961
You order one of the greenhorns to hand you half of his stubber ammo. He looks at you with weird expression on his face, and then slowly and carefully show you his autogun. "We're not carrying stubbers, Sir" he says, his voice low and whispering.

>>3574978

You check with your trio of pet troopers if anyone knows the code. One of the greenhorns says that he overheard the Sargent receiving the code by a (now deceased) lieutenant. The code is 5579. Genius!

>>3574980

You enter the code and open the doors. The greenhorns sweep the room with practice ease, and gives the all clear.

>>3574991
Tell him he did good to correct your orders and always to remain suspicious of flaws wherever they reside.

I eagerly look around for the sword

Tell everybody to suit up and grab whatever they can carry you want this room spotless and looted to ensure the rest is well equipped.

With the door open, grab the Powerblade, and a good amount of Stubber and Autogun Ammo.

Afterwards, lock the door and head back up. You've got a Pilot to find.

>>3575018
The greenhorn flushes temporarily, clearly unused to such compliments. "Thank you sir!" he whispers.

>>3575020
You enter the room, and sweep the area. Just as the astropath told you, there's six suits of carpace vests here, six autoguns and six stubbers, neatly placed in a row on a weapon rack, with 12 packs of ammo for them underneath.

On a shelf to the east of the room, you notice something. Something sharp. It's the power blade!

I suit up with the mighty sword.

>>3575043
Tell them to grab two of each, you and the scarred guy wear two carapace armours overlapping and also one greenhorn.

you sheathe the powersword and duel wield an autogun and a subbergun.

It's only a short trip, take everything.

Grab everything you and the PDF's can, and High-tail it out of there.

Leave nothing, and if you do, lock the door.

>>3575032

You order the troopers to do a clean house, and they quickly go about collecting the guns, armour and munition. They respectfully leave a couple of clips for your autogun and a few mags for your stubber.

>>3575039

You head over to the shelf, and grab the power blade. Even now, with the power switched off, you can feel the promise of swift death in this wonder of the mechanicum. The blade is, as the astropath read, monofilament, so it has considerable penetration capabilities, even turned off. You could easily cut a man in half with this. The blade itself is just slightly longer than the knife you have hidden in your boot, and the weapon comes in a sheath, which you hang on your hip. You look over the bottles of amasec, practically feeling the taste of old, beautifully aged wine already, but manage to grab a hold of yourself, and ignore it. After some consideration, you grab the silenced stubber and toss it to the troopers. When there's nothing left but the wine, you close up shop and lock the doors again.

>>3575043

Ask your underlings if there is an arbites station anywhere near your current position. If possible, you could use the backup of well trained and armed arbites, if not, you can always look for useful equipment or information at the station.

>>3575080
Take the wine fool, you have something to celebrate with when you get everybody off planet.

Sorry if i missed this, but is our mighty Lolliros trained in the art of the power blade?

>>3575056

You give the elevator a sharp listen, but it remains quiet for now. Guess the cultists are still slaughtering whatever is left of the pdf's down there. You quickly don one of the carpace vests under your clothings, and then one more above it. Never hurts to be too careful.
You suit up your underlings a swell.

>>3575082

"No sir" Gruffs the rugged one. "Well, sure there WAS, but that's two floors below us. I'd doubt that you'd want to head down there now sir, with all due respect."

>>3575111
* Yes he is. As mentioned earlier, he tries to strive to be everything his father was not. His father was not, among a great deal of other things, a good fencer.

Grab a bottle or two of wine, then head back up.

I look around for some form of stairs.

Lets make like an eldar and get the fuck outa here.

>>3575121

Grab the amasec, in case you have the oppertunity to use it as a makeshift firebomb/antiseptic.

Keep an eye out for rope/cableing/anything you can use to climb with. Your enemies are currently battle drunk, and with a bit of trickery and thought you can easily get the drop on your foes.

>>3575108
>>3575148
Unable to stave off the combined compulsion of two voices at once, you stagger back to the storage room, grab two bottles of liquid gold, and lock up again.
Just in time too! You suddenly hear, with a pang of fear, that the elevator just started moving. There's a sickening babble coming from within. You hurry your troopers onwards, and just manage to get yourself out onto the ladder when the (woefully cheery) *ding* of the elevator chimes, and the corridor fills with bloodthirsty cultists.

>>3575168

If amasec burns, douse the floor with it, and drop a few of your stubber rounds on the wet floor. Add a source of fire and you have an improvised enemy deterrent for hopefully as long as you need to escape.

The next order of business is securing a pilot. The one on level 15 seems unlikely to relocate given his reported emotional state, so retrieving him should not be overly difficult. You had best hurry, though; it will be easier to make your way to the landing pad if you can bring a large escort, and those PDFs will not last indefinitely.

Always have a contingency plan, and try to grab both pilots. After all if something happens to the only pilot you have... you might be just a bit screwed.

be the last to go up the ladder and use the bottles as lubricant on the handles while your following your comrades.

They certainly won't be comming up a defended and trapped ladder.

Fire + broken shards of glass + exploding stubber rounds = win.

>>3575176
>>3575215
You know you'll be hating yourself until the ends of time for this, but you regardless pop the cork on one of the bottles. Sweet sweet scents of amasec, aged to sublime perfection reaches your nostrils.
You pour some of the soapy, gold shimmery liquid onto the carpet inside, hoping that no one sees you.
You cork the bottle, and put it under your arm. You then remove the half empty clip from your stubber, and empty the remaining rounds onto the now wet carpet. You reholster your gun, and climb upwards, asking one of the lads for a lighter.
Soon, a delightfully smelling fire has started. The cultists doesn't seem to have noticed yet though. It'll spread quick enough though. You're not worried.

>>3575190

You pour just the tiniest bit onto the ladder under you as you climb, effectively making it as easy to scale as if it had been drenched in soap. Good stuff, this amasec.
You lovingly cork the bottle again, and continue climbing.

>>3575183
>>3575189

You climb back up to level 13. Your pet gorilla hauls you the last few steps, and you gratefully land back onto the soft carpet. The two greenhorns have already begun distributing the remaining weapons and armour, much to the delight of all.

Now you need to think of your next step. Obviously, securing the landing pad on level 14 is a priority, but then again, so is getting both the pilots. You'll have at least a good 15 minutes before the cultists reach this floor, more so if they break into the storage and find the rest of the amasec you left there.

The Sargent is standing next to you, rapt with attention. You nod at him, and he reports. "We just lost contact with the rest of the pdf sir"

Grim news indeed.

you kill the astropath. the forces of chaos have twisted his mind....

>>3575245

Well... shit.
Ok, go towards the pilots, while intermittently trying to get back into contact with the pdf troops. Use what knowledge of the area the pdf troops have, as well as your own inquisitorial knowledge to make simple booby traps as you head for the pilots, use your power sword to mark the walls the way you are traveling, and make your marking lead to the traps as well

If those damn cultist's want to get you, they are going to have to fight for every step they take towards you.

>>3575245

"As expected sargeant, chaos only stops when devoid and dead."

tell him to post three men near the ladder and the rest to cover whever other exit/enterance there is, orders are to fire at will everything from now on will be cultists.

take your new found body guards with you to get the pilots and 3 other men to secure the landing pad, also hand a bottle of the hooch to the sargeant. "for when we stand victorious, not a moment sooner"

>>3575279
you shouldn't trap it when a platoon of friendlies will come through for evac, probally hot heeled evac.

>>3575299

The Sargent looks genuinely roused by your little moral uplifter. Strange, you thought that that was what your father was good at, and thusly you, per definition, weren't.

He quickly complies with your orders, positioning the troopers at the window, and the rest crouching behind the sandbagged emplacements, covering the elevator and the stairwell door.

>>3575279

>>3575319

You decide to let the little voices agree upon this before acting further. This situation could go to the warp in a handbasket sooner than anyone could say "hey, what's this?"

While you do so, you make a mental note of your assets. You currently have 20 pdf troopers under your command. 4 of them are properly armoured with carpace vestments. All of them are wielding autoguns. 12 of them seems to be complete greenhorns, and the rest some kind of weird mix of disgruntled veterans and silent though guys. All in all, You'd expect them to last about 5 minutes in a proper firefight, but in these narrow corridors perhaps you could use the firepower to your advantage.

Upstairs is the landing pod, a large, rectangular bay that opens up to the east. There's supposedly a pilot there somewhere. The good news is that the elevator doesn't go further than this floor, the 13th, so fortificating the upper floors should be relatively easy.
Taking the steps further up is the rest of the building, floor 15 through 18. Largely just a collection of offices and administratorium. Now presumably abandoned.
There's an emotionally distraught pilot on the 15th floor. Floor 15 through 18 has it's own, separate elevator,reachable from the landing pod.

As you have lost all communication with the rest of the Planetary Defence Forces, it's safe to assume that the forces of chaos has completely overrun the city. You and your troopers are probably the last organised nonheretics. There are undoubtedly civilians still hiding in the city, but there's nothing you can do for them now.

>>3575319

We lost contact with the friendlies. Therefor, it is best to assume the cultists got them. If any survive, they hopefully will not fall into the traps. The primary objective is to grab the pilots and escape. The pdf troopers are sadly on their own.

>>3575432

The PDF troopers are loyal servants of the Emperor and therefor it is your duty to protect humanity, we're taking these pdf's off this rock.

Also our escape is up not down, we could set up an emplacement at the landing pad and some "shoot the ammo traps"

lets take everybody with us including the astropath, and make our way to the landing bay.
Pick up the pilot fortify the landing pad.

Since we're leaving sabotage the elevator and cut/shoot the wires, the outside stairs can be shot of off its rivets that just leaves the stairs.

Sabotage the Elavator, give a quick little speech to the PDFs, and strive ever onward, for the glory of the imperium.

>>3575519

Agreed, and fuck win name.

>>3575552
Good and evil in balance my friend.

>>3575563

Ummm? Which one of us is good/evil?

>>3575597

I fail to see how that is relevant.

>>3575632

Well, I am the guy with the gun.

On with the story namefags!

There are 2 pilots: one clutching the remains of his wife, the other guarding the ships. Ignore the recently bereaved one (he might be unstable) and head straight for the other one!

FOR THE IMPERIUM! CHARGE!

Bring the rookies and heavy that you brough downstairs with you, they seem to work well enough together.

>>3575483
>>3575519
>>3575548
The voices having seemingly reached a consensus, you decide that now is the time to act.
You get one of the troopers to fetch the astropath. Creepy as he might be, he's still a citizen of the imperium. And besides, he might come in handy.

While the troopers scuttles off on his fetch mission, you order some of the more brutish troopers to bend open the elevator doors, and shoot down the elevator.

As they get on to it, you order yet another trooper to gun down the ladder. You don't want any unexpected surprises coming from above. He gets to it. You order the remaining troopers to secure the stairs. As they do, you take your three personal guardians and head upstairs.

The stairwell door feels more or less like it has been welded shut, and it takes the combined efforts of you and the men to get it open. You order the greenies to scout ahead, and you heft your autogun. They dissapear into the landing pod, and a couple of tense minutes pass as you wait. Eventually they come back. "All clear, Inquisitor, we found the pilot".
You sigh with relief. That's one problem taken care of.

>>3575841

A loud bang and the sudden screams of several crammed cultists tells you that your men succeeded in cutting the elevator loose. You order your retinue to stand by and guard the door, and head back down. You are greeted by the troopers, smiling from ear to ear. You look at the elevator and note that they shot the wires clean. You lean into the shack and see the burning wreck down there, some 13 floors down.
'That ought to slow them down a bit' you think to yourself, as you order the troopers to get their move on, and move the sandbags upstairs and fortify the stairway.

The trooper you sent after the astropath returns with the man in tow. He seems unremarkable cool, all things considered. A few autogunshots tell you that the ladder has been taken care off. You take a last glance around the 13th floor, and then order the remaining men to move upstairs.

You follow in their wake, and emerge out onto the metal floor of the landing pod. As expected, you see three scuttles. Each one more than capable of lifting you and the troopers off into space. A man in a flight suit stands next to one of them, doing something with a spanner and emitting a series of loud curses.

(Just a quick interruption... Do threads like this often happen here on /tg/? Because, if so... I may have found my primary board. Also, I think I speak for everyone when I say that you [OP] have made us all crave a well run campaign of Dark Heresy now.)

"Is it damaged?" you ask the pilot with the spanner, also get the PDF's to form a 4 layerd file first ones lying down second kneeling others standing, guns down the corridoor. Let the sargeant join them "remember, fire at will."

Walk confidently over to the Pilot/Tech, and demand to know his readiness. Also, make sure he is well aware of the fact that he has show fantastic loyalty by not fleeing in the nearest ship. It is important that this man become loyal to you.

>>3575891

Offer to let the more technically knowledgeabl troopers help the pilot. And, see if you can move one of the shuttles you are not using and aim the thruster output at the door. Makeshift flamer/melta platform.

>>3575878
* Often enough. They're called 'quest' or 'adventure' threads. Most consists of more drawfaggotry than this one, but I suck as much with my tablet as with the mouse, as seen earlier in the thread. Can be found by going to 1d4chan.org and searching for quests.

>>3575970
Thanks. Also, primary board confirmed. I guess I should start growing out my beard.

>>3575891
>>3575914
>>3575945

You head over to the pilot, and compliment him on the fact that he hasn't tried to escape yet. The man appears to be in a somewhat sour mood.
"Yes, well thank you, whoever you are. I can't say that that compliment is well awarded though. I haven't left yet because of my friend. See, I'm the main pilot, and he's the copilot. Without him I'd probably be ripped to pieces when I try to breach the atmosphere. See, he went looking for his wife, said he'd be right back. And then all this started" he chucks the spanner in a great wide arch, and you watch it soar out of the landing pod and downwards. "Bloody mess it is. And this here scuttle, it's his pride and joy see, He has some connection to it, what I couldn't say fer sure. All I know is that I can't get the beaut started without him, it's as if the machine don't want to leave him see. And it's convinced it's machine friends here to stay too. Cant even fire their engines, bloody beauts, but gosh darn stubborn, that's what they are"
The man sits down, looking obviously tired.
"I'm darn feddup see. Would gladly leave. You seem like a right nice sorta type. Whaddaya say that you take a lookpeek for my friend and his wife see? She had her office upstairs, just take the 'evator to the 15th floor, and go look for him. It's door no. 13 from the left, cant miss it see, there's great big cog on the door"

The man stretches, obviously not wanting to engage in further conversation.

>>3576051

ADVENTURE!

But in a seriousness, I thought we just thoroughly checked floor 13?

This is news is troubling, but not paralyzingly so. Turn to your newly formed armored entoruage and inform them that we will need to head back into the building for this secondary pilot.

>>3576074
*that we did. He's talking about the floor above us, and an office door market 13. Just random coincident, pay it no heed. Starting to get tired ;3

>>3576074
Office or door 13, chief.

>>3576099

No worries dude, keep up the good work.

:D

>>3576051

Tell the pilot to take the least able shuttle and posistion it towards the hallway we came from and tell the men to make defensive barricades from whatever crates lie around.

Tell the sargeant he's incharge of guarding the shuttle bay, with his and the lives of his men by the emperor we shall leave.

Lets take our greenhorn expedition squad to look for the co pilot.

>>3576138
Agreed. What ever happened to that Lasgun that was by the sandbags at the barricade? I want that weapon on our back or in hand.

>>3576162
We took everything with us, this is our new base of operations.

>>3576138

"Alright, I thenk I can do that, sure. But I'm goings to need some muscle power for that, since the engines wont start see"

>>3576096
>>3576162
>>3576198

You leave the man well off alone for now, and turn back to your troopers.
You single out the Sargent, and briefly explain the situation to him. For some reason or another, he seems to have gained immense trust in you by now.
"By the emperor, we shall keep the landing pod clear until you come back with the pilot!" He states, not a little bit ecstatic. You summaries that the killing of the cultists in the elevator was their first real encounter with the enemy, and now that they've been blooded by a flawless first victory, they feel invincible. It would seem that the troopers hold you responsible for their victory.They all seem much more relaxed now that things are happening.

You send a couple of the larger men over to the pilot, instructing them to help him move the scuttle he chooses. You then single out the three men you picked out earlier. After a bit of scouting, you spot the las carbine laying with the other currently unused rifles in a small stockpile.

I gotta go, I'lle watch this thread on the archive. Get these boys off the planet /tg/ they believe in you.

>>3576223
By the emperor it shall be so!

>>3576198
Got it. Well, I don't remember from the fluff which is stronger, Lasgun or Autogun, so we should keep both for utility's sake.

>>3576244
>>3576138

You grab the lascarbine, and sling it over your other shoulder. You feel ready for anything.
With your small retinue in tow, you head for the new elevator.

>>3576223
Aye, sir.

"You've proved yourself before, men. You're needed now more than ever. Follow me, and tread lightly. Heretics abound." Then, stack up on the double doors leading back inside. Head towards the higher level elevator, with the vet watching our backs. Summon elevator, and pray it's machine spirit is cooperative.

>>3576292

Before you go to far, return and look for anything you can store promethium in - i.e. make Molotov cocktails. They might come in handy in dominating at close quarters combat. And the inquiaitor should definately try to find a shotgun if at all possible.

>>3576300
The three of them are further roused by your words. You think that you are beginning to get the hang of this uplifting speech thing.

You press the button, and the elevator starts to move. After a few seconds, it stops again, and the doors open slowly, revealing a long corridor with almost identical rows of plain wooden doors on both sides. The nearest door is marked with a big white 1. Your 'scouts' fan out and lean against both sides of the corridor walls, covering your approach.

>>3576309
*oups, too late. But perhaps you can be soothed by the fact that there where no shotguns in this building at all. There were some in the munitorium way back in the beginning, but we never entered that building :3
As for promethium, the only promethium you'll find here is what is stored in the fuel tanks of the scuttles.

>>3576338

Hmmm.... Ok. Do any of the troopers have ordnance of any sort? Or are we screwed if we come up against anything with decent armor/ a vehicle?

>>3576355
I don't see how that could happen in a building, but just in case we should check to so if anyone has any grenades before we march down this hall. Also, equip one-handed stubber and Power Sword.

>>3576355
*I'd say that yeah, we'd be pretty screwed if we came up against armour. So let's try not to eh? :D But all in all, there's not much armour to be found in an 18 floor spaceport building.

>>3576376
Feeling a bit edgy, you draw your power blade and your stubber, wielding them in an awesome pistol/powerknife combo. It always pays to be careful.

It's far too quiet, you sense something is not right. Do a quick count of your noobie retinue, startle one with your sword and check to see if he's a heretic.

Tell the scouts to check doors for levels of openness as I stride slowly down the corridor and listening for movement. Once I get to the 13th Door, I ready to open it, drawing the GDF to the door.

>>3576376
>>3576386

I was thinking along the lines of CSM.

>>3576462
You order the scouts to check the doors as you slowly progress down the hall. There's not much to be seen, but you remain alert and cautious nonetheless. The scouts return empty handed, the offices are seemingly empty. You reach the 13th door. Just as the first pilot said, there's a big bolt symbol on the door. However, what he didn't know was that the symbol actually is the sign of the mechanicus. You get a nagging feeling that there's something more going on here than what meets the eye.

You place both of your scouts at the sides of the door, and prepare for entry. You have the third man cover your flank.

As much as I freaking LOVE this thread. Work beckons. Emprah guide you remaining, Voices, eh?

Scratch that, I can stay on a bit longer.

Depress the touchpad that will give access, scouts enter, then stride in. (Also, as a side note, you should now openly wear the inqusitorial badge/id on the outside of your clothing. There's really no reason to hide it now what we've equipped ourselves with the best gear the local GDF has to offer.)

(Well NOW I have to go... have fun.)

>>3576633
On an inclination, you decide to wear your inquisitorial Id visibly again, and tuck it to your chest. You motion for the scouts to get ready for entry, and open the door.

The scouts head in, and you follow. You were however, not prepared for the gruesome sight inside.
The office is small, and besides the large skull on the wall, completely bare. There's a pictscreen on the desk. On the floor lays the flayed and mangled corpse of a woman. By the looks of it, she was definitively a mechanicum adept, what with all the wires and implants. The cement walls have crude signs and words scrawled on them. Stuff like 'She was not meant for this' and 'why?'. The scouts look very queasy, so you send them back out.
There is no sign of the copilot in this place of death.

>>3576717

The co-pilot is probably still in the building, but he probably snapped, trying to find the cultists to kill them. You should head on back to the shuttles and explain the situation. Perhaps the machine spirits will understand.

Stride into the room confidently, you're an inquisitor! Show no fear to your men!

Corpse sounds bloody, look for any signs of any movement around it, footprints, blood trails etc.

Check out the pictscreen and whats on it.

Oh and tighten your grip on that powersword!


(and just to check coz im not up to scratch on tech of voxs, can we radio back to our sarge buddy?)

>>3576812
>>3576801
You hop over to the pictscreen and check if anything is on it. There's nothing, the pictscreen is blank. Looking around in the office, the only thing that catches your eye is the blood, which eventually leads down to the corpse on the floor. Whatever did this must have been a truly sadistic being.

"Inquisitor! Come quick, I think I heard something!" one of your scout troopers yell. You turn on the spot.

(and that's it for tonight. More tomorrah! Glad you all are enjoying it so far. Should this thread disappear someone archived it on suptg)