>>32800424
The timezones conspire against me so unfortunately I'm heading to bed now, but good luck OP and fellow anons, don't fuck up and get us killed while I'm gone.

>>32800424

“What do you want me to do, ma’am?” You ask.

“I’ve had my use of you for today,” She answers with a smirk. “Besides, you’ll need the practice.”

“Practice…?”

“Vincent and his men have gotten very good at being very bad. If you decide to play Alex as that sort of mercenary, you may want to take notes. You could also try and keep them out of jail for me.”

Tiberius, in his great wisdom, wordlessly scrolls to another page on his dataslate.

The chance to do some grunt work, as well as earn a little on the side, sounds promising. However, you'd rather not end up in a penal legion anytime this week.

>Accept Vincent's invitation.
>Decline. (What else do you do?)

>>32800477
>>Accept Vincent's invitation.

>>32800477
>Accept Vincent's invitation.

>>32800477
>Accept Vincent's invitation.

>>32800477

"If Vincent's going out on the town, someone's got to play the part of an adult," You say, eliciting a snort from the aging Arbite.

"Most likely," Christina replies with a nod. "I'll be here with Tiberius for a while longer, so you won't need to worry too much. You run along and do... whatever is you Guardsmen do."

Bidding them both farewell, you bid both of them farewell and exit back out onto the street. Still being mid-morning, you've got some time to kill before you're supposed to meet the Commander.

>Pass the time. (Doing what?)
>Time skip.

>Roll a 1d20. First three count.

>>32800477
>Accept Vincent's invitation.

Rolled 11

>>32800624
>Pass the time. (Doing what?)
check out the local winery and see if we can't snag a few bottles of good stuff on the cheap

also, we need to get some cigars to smoke with Vincent and Chrissy and Roxy after a successful mission

Rolled 14

>>32800624
>Time skip

>>32800624
>>Pass the time. (Shopping)
Did we ever get Melodi that gift we said we'd get her? I don't remember.

>>32800734
>>32800624

Supporting this fine gent. I want my mechandrites damn it!

>>32800624
These
>>32800695
>>32800734

Cause Gifts for best girls, Alcohol, and smokes make the Galaxy go round.

>>32801071
Oh yeah, thats right! We promised a gift for Melodi!

Rolled 7

>>32800734

>>32800624

You decide to do a bit of shopping for the others and any choice items you find for yourself. From the dance competition, to Delmar's prize, to the first week betting pool you've got three hundred and twenty three thrones to keep you over. You're not really sure what your sala-

A feeling

Brief, but clear.

Your gut rarely fails you, and this time it's warning of danger. The only problem is that it's not very specific on the sort of danger. Maybe your just being paranoid...

>Ignore it.
>Try and find out. (Roll a 1d20. First three count.)

Rolled 17

>>32801282
>Try and find out.

Rolled 6

>>32801282
>Try and find out.
Welp.

Rolled 3

>>32801282
>Try and find out. (Roll a 1d20. First three count.)

>>32801282

You feel like you're in a horribly cliched spypict, but you try and play this discovery off as well as you can. You continue at a casual pace, not too enthused in anything in particular. However, you eventually stop at a storefront selling something you really don't care about.

You cast a sidelong glance back down the way you came. It's still early, so the crowd's are fairly thin. So when two men in civilian clothing pause mid-stroll, it sticks out. They look at one another a moment before copying your movement and inspecting a store, but even you can tell it's not the smoothest recovery.

Both of them appear middle-aged; one a light skinned man with thin dark hair, the other a dark skinned and haired man with impressive dreadlocks and flashy glasses. You can't make out any weapons, but you don't really feel like taking a chance.

>Call them out.
>Approach them casually. (Friendly or intimidating?)
>Lead them into an ambush.
>Other?

Roll it. First three for whatever count.

Rolled 3

>>32801467
>Lead them into an ambush.

Rolled 12

>>32801467
>Lead them into an ambush.

Rolled 13

>>32801467
>>Lead them into an ambush.

>>32801504
We might need three dice, but screw it, I've rolled three twice. I'm done rolling. >_<

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>>32801527

>>32801467

Shopping can wait. It's time to have some fun.

You break away from the window and continue for a time longer, catching a glimpse of your followers soon doing the same. Their not armatures by any account, but you count yourself lucky or perceptive enough to have caught them.

Before long you catch sight of an alleyway, and without any serious thought to it you venture inside. However, as soon as you're out of sight you sprint to the T-intersection not far down, taking cover behind the wall there. It isn't long before you hear footsteps approaching fast.

>Lethal take-downs.
>Non-lethal.
>Kill one and spare the other.
>Other?

Roll for initiative/kung fu skills.

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Rolled 18

>>32801659
>Kill one and spare the other.
We need to interrogate someone.

>>32801659
>>Non-lethal.

Rolled 9

>>32801659
>Non-lethal.
Pocket Sand we call upon your powah once more

>>32801659
>Non-lethal

Rolled 5

>>32801699

Rolled 5

>>32801659
>Non-lethal.

>>32801701
>>32801719
>>32801722
Well that's embarrassing.

>>32801748
I don't think the rolls are tied to the action.
It's just the First 3 no matter the vote... I hope

>>32801659

You clench your fists, feeling a familiar and welcome sense of adrenaline begin pumping through you. Their footsteps continue to grow louder until you know they're right on top of you.

You come around the corner in a flash, meeting the black man first. A hard left hook smashes his glasses and sends him sprawling backwards before he can even react. The other man, to his credit, hardly skips a beat. He dodges under your second swing meant for him and delivers a blow to your chin that almost leaves you feeling lightheaded.

"That all you got?" The man asks in the accent of an ice worlder.

Rather than answer you bounce on your feet, moving quick and throwing up a kick. It connects and sends him stumbling sideways, but he manages to keep his footing. However, before he can recover you plow into him, pinning him against the wall. With your forearm firmly against his windpipe, all he can do is glare angrily at you.

>"Who sent you?"
>"Nice day for a walk, eh?"
>"You got five seconds before I get angry."
>Other?

>>32802054
>"You got five seconds before I get angry."

>>32802054
>"Who is your daddy and what does he do?"

>>32802054
Headbut him
>"Who sent you?"

>>32802054
>"You got five seconds before I get angry."

>>32802054
If you can combine these two that would be nice.
>>32802101
>>32802161

>>32802054
>>32802286
this could work well.

>>32802054
> five seconds before i get angry
> who send you
Combine this

>>32802054

"You got five seconds before I get angry," You grin. "Who is your daddy, and what does he do?"

"Screw you," The man coughs.

"'Peace, me bredren!" The dark man groans, attempting to sit up. "Bah, I think ya bust me nose, badman, but we no come here to chop."

He speaks in one of the thickest and most outlandish accents you've ever heard, but you've gotten fairly good at understanding those types.

"Oh yeah?" You ask. "Funny way of meeting people when you don't let'em know you're there."

"I and I, we came to get a look at tha new cat in ta ring, seen?" He goes on, looking over his broken glasses in dismay. "Peace, rasta, peace."

>Relax, let the man go.
>Stay right where you are.

>>32802552
>>Stay right where you are.
Wtf, Jacob?

>>32802552
>Relax, let the man go

>>32802552
>Stay right where you are.

>>32802552
>>Stay right where you are.

>>32802552

You're not having any of it, keeping the other man firmly pinned to the wall.

"Who sent you?" You ask.

"The boss man," The other answers.

"He got a name?"

Both men look at one another. The pinned man shrugs.

"Maybe. You want, we could take you to him. He a mad one, like you, I think. Don't like surprises."

"What reason do I have to believe a word you're saying?"

"We both gettin' paid, me bredda. We both seekin' answers. Justice."

"Justice?"

"Badman in this galaxy think they can get away with anything. Hurt others to climb higher in life. Up to people like I and I to change that. Maybe you too."

>Agree.
>Disagree.
>Disagree and kill them. (Roll)

>>32802552
>Stay right where you are.
"It's been 5 seconds so I'd keep talking if I were you."

>>32802925
agree and warn vincent we might need some back up

>>32802925
>"Man, I just want to go shopping for a girl."

>>32802925
>Disagree.
"I already have a job and changing thing isn't part of it."

>>32802925
Alright, before we continue, I have just one question.

What's your relation to Sal and his inventory?

>>32802999
second

>>32802925
>>Agree.

>>32802925
>Agree.
Our inquisitor would want us to find out who these people are, even figuring we don't want out from under her thumb.

>>32803042
Third

>>32802925

You look between both men before slowly releasing the second. He glares at you while he rubs his throat, but most of his initial anger seems to have vanished.

"One question," You say, offering the first a hand up. "What's your relation to Sal and his inventory?"

The first man is grateful for the hand, dusting himself off and chuckling.

"Bad vibes on that one. Never know what he's thinking till he tell you or shows you. I try to keep outta his way when I can," He says.

"We all have our uses," The second man finally speaks. "We have ours, and he has his."

As they recover from their abrupt beat-down you absently scratch your ear, keying the last person that called you. It buzzes for a few seconds before clicking.

"Eh? Mikkey?" Vincent asks, confused. "Something wr-"

"Alright," You say. "No funny business and I'll talk to your boss."

"All we ask for," The first man grins. "Name's Vonas. This me friend, Markus. He don't talk much, but he a good man when he wants to be."

>"I'm Alex."
>"Captain Sandor."
>"I don't care."
>Other?

>>32803378
alex sandon a pleasure

>>32803378
>"I'm Alex."

>>32803378
We're obviouslyspeaking in code. Alex is the pilot right? we can't use him, he's out of the loop so incriminating him blows our cover. I'd go with
>"captain sandor"
if we don't know him

>>32803465
And now I realize how stupid that was
Change to
>"I'm Alex"

>>32803378
>"Alright"

>>32803378
>>"I'm Alex."

As a Jamaican I support my yout Vonas and all his actions

> Alex Sandon being badder den dem.

Awwww yeah, just the quest I was looking for while I wait out seven days in Dead Rising.

>>32803378

"I'm Alex," You return, and with that both of you begin making your way out of the alley.

"Ah, shit, Mikkey," Vincent mutters. "I thought you'd be the one pulling me out of the fire. I'll get some people on your tail as soon as I can."

For a man that's now sporting a minor bloody nose, Vonas is an oddly friendly fellow. Markus, on the other hand, seems mostly content to let him talk for the both of them.

"Where did you learn them moves back there?" Vonas asks as you walk. "That some crazy stuff."

"I'm a man of many talents," You shrug, "and I like to finish things quick and dirty."

"I'm liking you already," Markus chuckles dryly.

"Thanks," You say. "I think."

It isn't long before you arrive at a parking lot, and they both stop next to a car you take to be theirs. Vonas turns to you and nervously shuffles where he stands.

"This a bit awkward, me bratha, but I'm gonna have to ask you somethin," He says. "Ya seem like a good man, but we got ways a meeting the new people. Seen?"

"Don't tell me you wan't to put me in the trunk," You tell him in a warning tone.

"Nah, nah, nothin like that," Vonas quickly waves his hands in denial. "Just..ah.. take a load off in the backseat."

"We'll also need to keep your eyes covered," Markus says. "This time, at least."

"Never thought I'd ever be kidnapped willingly," You sigh.

"You wanna meet the boss man? You gotta do what he asks," Vonas explains.

Rolling your eyes, you refrain from further complaint as you climb in the back. Without warning Markus yanks something over your head, blocking your head and giving you an encouraging push on the head so you fall over. At least they didn't restrain you.

"Hope ya comfortable back there," Vonas says. "I'll try and give ya a warnin before I go slammin on the breaks."

"Much appreciated."

>Ask/say something as you drive. (what?)
>Try and sneak a peak at your surroundings. (Roll)
>Wait in silence.

>>32803940
>Ask/say something as you drive. (what?)
"So where you guys from?"

>>32803940
>Ask/say something as you drive.
"Listen buddy, you don't go pushing people around when you want something from them."

>>32803940
>Ask/say something as you drive. (what?)
so how exactly do you guys think i can help?

Rolled 7

>>32803940
>Try and sneak a peak at your surroundings. (Roll)

>>32803940
So, why does your boss want me?

Also should we roll for a peek? Or does Vincent already know where we are.

>>32803940

"So... where you guys from?" You ask.

"Big planet, called Dranegi," Vonas replies. "Big ocean, little islands everywhere. Not much place to go but up. Some join the Rogue Traders, others the Guard. All Dranegi find their way."

"How about you, Markus? Where do you call home?"

"I don't," Markus replies in a tone that means he's not keen on sharing.

"Ah, don't worry about him," Vonus assured you. "He a scary man, but a good one. If he don't kill you first, seen. How about you, me bratha?"

>"Cadia."
>Make up something.
>"Same as Markus. A man without a home."
>Other?

>>32804323
>"Cadia."

>>32804323
cadia
its already obvious where we from due to our purple eyes

Rolled 19

>>32804323
>"Cadia."
No point lying when we don't have to.

>>32804323
>"Cadia."
No point lying when we don't have to.

>>32804451
Could have sworn it said that didn't sent the first time.

>>32804323
>>"Cadia."

>>32804323

"Cadia," You answer.

"Yeah, I was thinkin them. The eyes, ya know? Hard to miss," Vonus says.

You never really thought about it until now. Though you might be able to change your name, your eyes are a dead giveaway of where you're from.

"I hear badman be about there like clingers on a hang. It as bad as they say?"

"And worse," You answer, not seeing any reason to lie. "Tell me again why your boss wants to see me?"

"Like I say, you a badman yourself. You fight hard, but I think your also good."

"What makes you think that? I busted your glasses, and maybe your nose."

"He's got a point," Markus adds.

"And that's all you do," Vonus continues. "You got your heart in the fight, but the fight ain't got in you. A time and a place, me bratha."

"There's got to be more to it than just that."

"Maybe, but you gotta ask the boss man. We just here to pick you up and drop you off. Seen?"

"Yeah."

You have a hard time keeping track of time with music blaring in your ears and something smelling suspiciously like obscura barraging your senses. To your slight worry, Vincent remains silent.

Eventually you feel the car come to a stop and you lean up, waiting patiently. Markus removes the bag covering your face and you blink a few times as light blinds you. It takes you a few second to realize you're inside a warehouse. Crates of varying shapes and sizes sit scattered about piled high and low. In front of you, a pair of other civilian cars sit with a half dozen men scattered about.

Wordlessly you exit the car with Vonas and Markus, keeping your best tarot face on. The men all turn to face you, and from the group an older man steps forward. He's on in his years, hair graying but refusing to leave. His time among the living shows, but he holds himself as an officer.

He approaches you without a word, looking you over with the critical eye of a drill instructor.

>"Eyes are up here, pal."
>"Sir."
>Keep quiet.
>Other?

>>32804921
>Keep quiet.
But two can play the critical eye inspection game
>Critically inspect him as well

>>32804921
>>Keep quiet

>>32804975
This.

>>32804921
>>"Sir."
Professional but not submissive.

>>32805058
he may be a boss, but hes not our boss.

>>32804921
>Keep quiet.

>>32804921

You remain silent right along with him, inspecting him in turn. He's every part the grizzled veteran, everything from an impressive scar running down his right... eye to the...

Violet eyes.

The scar on his face, curved like a Tallarn officer's sword.

Tall for a Cadian, with the hints of a bionic replacement for a right shoulder.

Wait a minute...

Something's off. You don't know what, and you hide it, but something isn't right here.

>Roll it!

Rolled 11

>>32805342

Rolled 6

>>32805342

Rolled 9

>>32805342

Rolled 9

>>32805371
>>32805381
>>32805394

well.
we know nothing.

Rolled 11

>>32805342

>>32805342
It's our brother isn't it?

>>32805342

You know this man.

Or, at least, you think you do.

But try as you might, the name or place won't come.

Thankfully, this discovery seems to be one-sided as the man finally ends his inspection.

"I take it they gave you a warm invitation," He offers.

"Something like that," You answer, still trying to find your mental footing. "They said you wanted to see me?"

"I did, and I do. I like to get an impression of who I'll be working with before we sign the dotted line. You may be dressed as a mercenary, but you and your file tell me you served. Which unit?"

>"The 291st, for a while."
>Make up something.

Rolled 5

>>32805565
>"The 291st, for a while."
He has our file he knows all this already.

>>32805565
>>"The 291st, for a while."

>Make up something.

>>32805565
>Make up something.
Remember we're listed as KIA, we should probably avoid outright admitting to who we are.

>>32805565
>"The 291st, for a while."

>>32805565
>Make up something.

If were listed as KIA we don't want him to know.

>>32805616
he has A file
if he had our imperial records file, we wouldn't be using a fake name.

>>32805565
>"The 291st, for a while."

>>32805565
The 291st, for a while
we know the history and can make up where and when we split.

>>32805565

"The 291st, for a while."

The man's expression remains stone, but something changes in his eyes. Pity? Respect? You can't be sure.

"I fought alongside them in the 302nd. Tough bastards, all. They didn't deserve what they got on Tadira," He says. "Were you there? At the end?"

>"Yeah. Guess I was one of the lucky ones."
>"No. I got out before then."
>"A lot of my buddies were."

>>32805565
>The 291st

He has a file on us, we might as well use that to our advantage

>"No. I got out before then."

>>32806044
>"We're you?"

>>32806044
>"No. I got out before then."
lion nsusths

>>32806044
>>"No. I got out before then."
>>"A lot of my buddies were."

>>32806044
>"No. I got out before then."

>"A lot of my buddies were."

>>32806044

"No. I got out before then," You hesitate. "A lot of my buddies were, though."

"Then you'll understand things perfectly," The man extends his hand. "Major Owen Bishop."

"Captain Alex Sandon," You answer, accepting the hand. "You know, if you wanted to meet me, you could have just called."

"I wanted to know how you handled things on your feet. A rather poor test, I admit, but you seem to have handled yourself well enough," Owen says. "Besides, I wanted to speak to you, alone, without anymore ears than I'd like."

"For?"

"We'll pay for you services, that's not an issue. But I don't like one-time help. If you join us, I want you to be in it for the long haul. Help us see it to the end. Even if your employer tells you to cut and run. You have as much reason to be here as the rest of us; are you with us?"

>"Until the end."
>"We'll see."
>"So long as your check clears."
>"And just what is the 'end'?"

>>32806541
>>"So long as your check clears."
>>"And just what is the 'end'?"

>>32806541
>"And just what is the 'end'?"

>>32806541
>"And just what is the end?"

Our boy has a sweet (if dangerous) deal right now, and skipping out on an Inquisitor is some bad juju. Don't agree on anything we can't drop at a moment's notice.

>>32806541
>"And just what is the 'end'?"

>>32806646
We're basically undercover right now. This is for the inquisitor.
>>32806541
>"And just what is the 'end'?"

>>32806541
>"And just what is the 'end'?"

>>32806541

"And just what is the 'end'?" You ask, not having anywhere near enough details.

Then he does something you neither expected or wanted.

He smiles.

"We're cleaning house, son," He says. "And by the time we're through, things will be run differently in this sector. Better than it ever has been before."

Well, that certainly sounds promising.

"I understand this is a lot to take in, but I think you know where to stand on this. We'll have work for you soon. Expect contact in a few days," His eyes narrow ever so slightly. "You were not here. I was not here. Nothing was said."

"Of course."

"Then I believe we're done here. Have a good day, Captain."

With that Owen turns on his heel and begins walking away.

>Ask/Say anything else before he leaves?
>Head back with Vonas and Markus.

>>32806541
>"And just what is the 'end'?"

Doing merc work is one thing, but maybe we should tell this guy that we'll make the decision when our boss tells us to cut and run. We're a loyal sort of merc in that sense.

>>32806952
>Head back with Vonas and Markus.

>>32806952
>>Head back with Vonas and Markus.

>>32806952
>"Until next time... sir."
Makes it sound like we've accepted or are at least going to accept.

>>32806952
>>Head back with Vonas and Markus.

>>32806952
>Head back with Vonas and Markus.

since we saw the "boss" we can talk to them propper now. they will give details more readily.

>>32807116
Yep, information time!

>>32806952

With that done you return to the car, but sadly the bag goes back over your head and you lay back down. At least Vonas is just as chipper as before.

"See?" He asks. "A right and real soldier, like you. Don't take nothing from the badman or anyone else."

"He was certainly... something," You say.

"You can say that again," Markus adds.

>Ask/Say something. (What?)
>Enjoy the hostage drop-off in silence.

Rolled 14

>>32807700
>Other Try and sneak a peak at your surroundings.
Should be easyer now that they trust us

>>32807700
>>Enjoy the hostage drop-off in silence.
Meh, no sense in sharing too much that we have to keep straight in the future.

>>32807700
>Enjoy the hostage drop-off in silence.

Rolled 16

>>32807842
This.

>>32807700

You decide to keep quiet, letting the blasting music make the noise for you. However, not long after you feel the car start again you hesitantly pull up on your cover and catch a glimpse outside. You think you're in an entertainment district, judging by all the neon signs and the packed crowds. Though you know it's mid-day, darkness reigns. You catch a glimpse of something called 'The Inkquisition' but the rest is a blur.

You arrive a time later back at a familiar parking lot, where you're allowed back out and are able to breath freely again.

>Any parting words for either man?
>Bid them goodbye and move on. (To what?)

>>32808459
>Bid them goodbye and move on. (Report back to the Inquisitor)

>Bid them goodbye and move on. (To what?)
One inform vincent that we will not be needing back up
Two back too shopping

Slow day

>>32808459

i vote for this:
>>32808516
and give Vincent a curtsy call.

>>32808807

People are busy having fun with their daddios

Also lets get back to shoppin

>>32808807
I've been lurking couldn't participate had a BBQ to help with

>>32808459
>>Bid them goodbye and move on. (To what?)
Inquistor

>>32808459

>bid them goodbye and move on

see if there's anywere a kickass punk band is playing, my captcha is euenvic music.

If not that, just the inquisitor I guess.

>>32808459

"See you around, Alex," Vonas calls out. "Keep them skills hot, me bratha."

"Will do," You tell him, and with that they pull out of the lot with a screech of tires.

You take a short walk a ways away to make a call, but before you do you hear a voice from behind.

"Mike."

You quickly turn around to find Vincent, standing with a pair of armsmen flanking either side of him. The Commander looks more concerned than anything else.

"You okay?"

>"Yeah, I'm fine. Just mingling with the locals."
>"I got picked up by the sympathizers... I think."
>Other?

>>32809689
>"I got picked up by the sympathizers... I think."

>>32809689
>"Yeah, I'm fine. Just mingling with the locals."
>"I got picked up by the sympathizers... I think."

>>32809689
>"Yeah, I'm fine. Just mingling with the locals."

Those were the Tau sympathizer?
If so let's try to get our bro back before anything

>>32809689
>"I got picked up by the sympathizers... I think."

>>32809761
Dude. Our bro, if he is alive, is a deserter.

>>32809689

>I got picked up by the sympathizers... I think.

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>>32809853
>>32809761

There is no sanctuary for heretics

>>32809689

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just mingling with the locals," You shrug. "I got picked up by the sympathizers... I think."

"No shit? How did you manage that?"

"I didn't exactly ask, Vincent."

"Well, don't just stand there! What did you find out?"

>Answer?

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>>32809853
>>32809881
Nooo it can't be true it's lies
That's impossible!

>>32809976
>"Life's a bitch"

And just walk away

Wait, did we learn anything actually useful?

>>32809976

"I know their recruitment is a real welcome wagon"

>>32809976
For some reason, I don't think they've got the best opinion of Sal. Which is odd. That means he got the weapons independently, not from them...

>>32809976
Personly i think this areas a bit too open they would be watching us too see if we are spilling there secrets save the story for when we get back on the ship

>>32809976
>> One thing led to another... and now I might be recruited by the sympathizers.

>>32809976
Lets head back first. Tell him along the way.

>>32810104

This

>>32809976

"Now isn't really the best time to discuss this, is it?" You ask.

"Eh, probably not," Vincent admits. "Let's head on back to the Antebellum."

Though you initially had plans of a quieter sort, you know you don't really have much of a choice now. You grab a transport with the others and explain once you're in-transit.

"A Dranegi?" Vincent asks. "Isn't that where Delmar's from?"

"Beats me," You shrug. "Him and another, Valhallan maybe? They took me to meet who I think is their boss."

"A Valhallan? Greaaaat... as if Mik wasn't enough Ice Worlder to go around..."

Before long you've arrived back on the Antebellum to find no serious commotion.

"I kept your disappearing act quiet," Vincent explains. "I figured you could handle yourself. Though we -were- about to call it in when you finally showed up... so, who do we break the news to? The Lady's been back for a while now."

>Go straight to the Inquisitor.
>Team assembly.

>>32810503

The inquisitor, this sort of thing might be of a need-to-know basis, and right now she probably needs to know first.

>>32810503
>Go straight to the Inquisitor.

>>32810503
>>Go straight to the Inquisitor.

>>32810503
>Go straight to the Inquisitor.
Let the Boss Lady know, let her make the call.

>>32810503
>Go straight to the Inquisitor.

>>32810503
>Straight to the Inquisitor.

>>32810503
>>Go straight to the Inquisitor.

>>32810503

"I need to talk to the Inquisitor first," You decide.

"Heh. Have fun with that, Mikkey," Vincent says, sending you on your way.

You hurry down the halls, not too quick but enough to make good time. A too-long elevator ride later leads you up to the personal quarters, and you track down her room from memory.

Knocking first, you enter to find the Inquisitor sitting at her desk, a dataslate in hand. When she sees you she offers a small smile.

"Lieutenant, just the man I wa-what's happened?"

And just as quick it vanishes when she sees your expression.

>Tell her everything.
>Tell her some, but leave out your willingness to go/involvement with Owen(If there is any).
>"You go first."

>Tell her everything.

>>32810804
>Tell her everything.

>>32810804
>>Tell her everything.

>>32810804
>EVERYTHING

>>32810804

>"You go first."

might as well hear the good news first

>>32810804
>>Tell her everything.

(Holy shit. I couldn't have pulled that time off even if I'd planned it.)

>>32810804

"We need to talk," You sigh, pulling up a chair.

"Alright then," Christina says, instantly down to business. "Talk."

So you tell her.

Everything.

From the moment you walked out of Tiberius' store till Vincent picked you up. Your willingness to tag along with the diabolical duo, and of your possible connection with Owen. Christina takes this all in silence, brow growing increasingly furrowed as you go on.

Eventually you finish, wrapping up with the store you saw and the Major's words.

For several long minutes the Inquisitor seems lost in though. Then, just before you try and say something, she speaks.

"First, I'm impressed with your initiative," She says. "Second, I'll see what I can bring up on this Major Bishop. And third... well, I suppose I no longer have to break the good news. Bother."

"Which would have been?"

"Delmar secured a deal with Mr. Noriega. A half-dozen of our men-you included- will be at their beck and call to help lower the price of the weapon shipment. They wanted to schedule a meeting with the man we were putting in charge."

"Well, I'm nothing if not punctual," You sigh, sinking back into your seat.

Christina allows herself a smirk before shaking her head.

"So it would seem whatever they have planned for you and your team will happen in a few days time. Any ideas on what it might be?"

>Take a guess.
>"I don't really know, to be honest."

>>32811090

"Shooting stuff? I don't really know, to be honest"

>>32811090
Military coup?

>>32811090

Shooting stuff or commanding troops to shoot stuff I imagine

>>32811090
Theyll probably try to take us as a group someplace and convert us. If we resist, theyll kill us. Simple. They dont really care about the cash.

>>32811090
From his tone it sounded like he wants to clear house...at least in the long run.

Maybe a simultaneous assault on local major Imperial Institutions - the governors palace, PDF HQ, etc. But that would require heavy firepower and a large amount of supporters, too many to hide easily.

>>32811258
Spoken like a true shadow runner
Seconded

>>32811090
My guess? The non general officers will stage a takeover against the good general, from there, there's an equal chance of them submitting again to imperial authority or of defecting to the tau and forcing the civilians and thief government to comply.

>>32811329
Oh, and if they do defect, please try to convince the Inquisitor not to declare Exsterminatus

>>32811370
wouldnt end that way, would end with taking the world back.

Tau are heretical, but their not destroy valuble worlds heretical.

>>32811090
I think they are going to try to kill that shitty general that lead the last border war and Tyranid invasion that we had flashbacks to last quest

(Sorry about that, gents. Catching up on the GoT season finale. And, of course, there's no STANNIS! STANNIS! STANNIS!)

>>32811090

"They talked about 'cleaning house.' A coup, maybe? A world-wide uprising? Though I don't think they could just sneak enough hardware in for something like that," You think aloud.

"It would get obvious quickly, even enough to get the attention of the Arbites," She nods. "Anything else?"

"Something smaller, but still with a major impact. My guess is their primary target is Lord General Gagne and those under him."

"My thoughts are something similar. At least that shrinks our options of targets. Now we just have to concentrate on local Imperial High Command, and those related to them. If we're lucky we can stop them before they get a chance to act, but we'll just have to see."

>"...do we have to stop them?"
>"What's the plan, ma'am?"
>Suggest something. (What?)

Rolled 5

>>32811714
>"You mean I may have to help save that asshole's life, ma'am? What's the plan?"

>>32811714
Question. If we do stop them from killing the Lord General by infiltrating his retinue, would it then be in bad taste to use all the information we'd get to be used as blackmail material?

>>32811714
>"What's the plan, ma'am?"
World ain't just

>>32811768 knows the duty but is somewhat bitter about it. Proper guard response

Rolled 5

>>32811874
HAH, I was actually just pretty much saying how I'd feel in his position. Guess I got the mentality of a Guardsman.

>>32811946

everybody's got to do shitty jobs sometimes, guarding a guy doesn't mean you have to like him, but it may help.

(GoT is over and was just as shitty as I feared. Now, back to your irregularly scheduled questing.)

>>32811714

"You mean I may have to help save that asshole's life, ma'am?" You ask. "What's the plan?"

The Inquisitor's shoulders slump at that, giving you a wary look.

"You probably will, yes," She says. "You have to under that if we killed every general who wasn't popular with the troops we'd be out of officers in a week."

"So you say, ma'am."

"So I do. For now we wait on Tiberius and your first job working with them. I suggest working on settling on who you're picking for your five. Still planning on joining Vincent tonight?"

>"I think I'll call it a day, actually."
>"Why stop now? I'm on a roll."

so vonas and markus are nico and little jacob aren't they?

>>32812352
>>"Why stop now? I'm on a roll."

>>32812352
>"Why stop now? I'm on a roll."

>"You have to under that if we killed every general who wasn't popular with the troops we'd be out of officers in a week."
Just a week? I'd think it be a day or three.

>>32812352
>"I think I'll call it a day, actually."

>>32812352
>"I think I'll call it a day, actually."

>>32812352
To be fair ma'am, I know generals don't have to be liked, they just have to get the job done, and I'm surprised this one wasn't shot by The Lord Commissar for incompetence

>>32812352
>>"Why stop now? I'm on a roll."

Tiebreaker!

>>32812352
>>"Why stop now? I'm on a roll."

>>32812352
>>"I think I'll call it a day, actually."

>>32812352
>"Why stop now? I'm on a roll."

Rolled 17

>>32812352
>Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' WHAT.

>She gives us a wary look.

Oh great. She's not being a Inquisitorly with us now is she?

>>32812352

>"I think I'll go, I've been having good luck today, might as well see how long it lasts."

>>32812367

"Why stop now?" You ask, standing. "I'm on a roll."

"For?" Christina asks, slightly amused by your antics.

"That, I can't say. We'll just have to wait and see."

"Reassuring, as always, Lieutenant..."

_______________________

Gonna shut her down here, folks. Hope you had fun.

As always, I have a minute for any question/suggestions/complaints/whatever if you got'em.

>>32812633
Thanks for the run.

>>32812633
Goddamit El stop having a life and obligations and keep running those things don't belong here

Rolled 13

>>32812633

When's the Inquisitor and our man gonna run away and elope? With Jeeves of course.

Any chance we're gonna deal with some big shot Space Marines? Piss off the Smurfs? Drink with the Blood Ravens? Tell Khrone to go fuck himself?

>>32812633
Thanks for running. Fun thread!

>>32812633
Good run, can't wait for next time

>>32812729
Believe me, I would love nothing more than to say fuck it all and stay here. Sadly, my family is a very hardheaded bunch and refuses to leave me be.

>>32812749
Possibly, maybe if I'm drunk, doubtful, you'll see.

>>32812749
Is it wrong to skullfuck a servoskull?

>>32812836
Yes probably techno heresy

>>32812880
Is it wrong to molest the shiny bits?

Rolled 9

>>32812836
>>32812908


Nigga you about to get BLAM'D!

>>32812908
Never, as the priestess it's attached to is most definitely fleshy

>>32812952
Servo skulls act as sensor organs for inquisitors, so it would be like sex by proxy. I'm sure jeeves wouldn't cockblock us by proxy

>>32812633
Damn, just found the thread after waking up.

Also, bugger, we didn't get to go shopping for some nice wines and cigars and a gift for Melodi.

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Rolled 12

>>32813014
Nah man, you're just heretical. Step into the damn gas chamber already.

Is this archived?