>>36877879

After returning to the Antebellum you found the Inquisitor busy keeping control of the situation with the Lord General, which meant your report would wait until tomorrow. Normally this wouldn't be a problem.

However, this gave you time to think.

A night of tossing and turning is filled with you replaying the conversation you’d had with the Cadians in your head. Part of you wants to just mark it up as a pleasant farewell to your career in the Guard, but with your newest line of work you question if they could be connected with the Major in any way. It’s an uncomfortable question, and you don’t really want to know the answer.

Eventually you fall into a restless sleep and morning comes all too early. Preparing for the day, you pull on a set of fatigues and make your way out of your room, stepping into the hall and bumping into the Inquisitor’s Savant, Leo.

“Ah, Lieutenant,” He greets, looking up from the dataslate that nearly had him crashing into you. “Good morning.”

“Good morning… Savant?” You answer hesitantly, having never spoke him often enough to know his preferred title.

“Savant, Leo, Bag of Bones; whatever fits your fancy,” He smiles. “I’m not one to be picky. However, if you’ll excuse me…”

Stepping aside, you allow him to continue on his way when a thought strikes you. It might be prying, but you’re only trying to look out for her.

>Ask him about the Inquisitor.
>Leave it be.

>>36877901
>>Leave it be.

>>36877901
Glad to see you and this quest back

>Ask him about the Inquisitor.

>>36877901
>Leave it be.

>>36877901
>>Leave it be.

>>36877901
>Leave it be.

i dont know if you intend to go through with the fate points but if you do i have a name you could call them "Purity Seals"

>>36877901
>Ask him about the Inquisitor.

>>36877995
(Good to be back.)

>>36878129
(Sure, why not?)

>>36877901

You shake your head, letting the Savant be. If you were supposed to know someone would have told you.

With that out of the way you ponder what to do. The obvious choice is to check in on the Inquisitor and give your report, but she may still be busy or trying to get some sleep. That leaves the obvious choice of heading to the mess for breakfast.

Or maybe bringing it to her...

>Head down to the mess.
>Check in on the Inquisitor.
>Check in on her with food in tow.

>>36878197
>>Head down to the mess.
we should get to know the new a-team members better

>>36878197
>Check in on her with food in tow.
it's become a running gag with us.

>>36878197
>Check in on her with food in tow.
Of course.

Oh shit, its back!

>>36878197
>Head down to the mess
Like >>36878222 said might as well get to know the new guys.


Also who likes Army of Darkness? Did you know that there is a comic for Ash's adventures after the movies? More on this later.

>>36878197
>Check in on her with food in tow

>>36878501
(After yet another long absence. I offer no excuse but 'shit happens.')

>>36878197

Having run low on your personal stock with so many similar visits, you have to settle for Marbo's cooking today. Not that it's as bad as some of the armsmen make it out to be.

With a sizable tray balanced on your shoulder the typical servants that maintain the level only give you passing greetings, having grown used to your antics with the culinary arts. You don't really see anything odd about it.

You give the Inquisitor's door three quick knocks and take a step back. After a few seconds it opens to reveal a curious and then bemused Inquisitor.

"Good morning, Lieutenant," She sighs, rubbing her temples but stepping aside all the same. "The usual spot, if you please."

Clearing away a few loose dataslates and similar items from a corner of her desk, you settle into your typical place as she does the same.

>Straight to business.
>Start off casual.

>>36878725
>>Start off casual.

>>36878725
>Start off casual.

>>36878725
>>Straight to business.

>>36878725
>>Start off casual.

>>36878725
>Start off casual.

>>36878725

“I hope you don’t mind the change up today,” You say. “I’ve actually started to run low on supplies, so I have to improvise.”

“It’s truly a mystery as to where it all went,” Christina muses dryly, though she smiles as she speaks. “Not that I’m ungrateful, of course.”

“Just trying to help, ma’am,” You offer a shrug. “A good meal goes a long way.”

“I suppose. But don’t go running around on my account looking for food. The only time that’s needed is when the shooting starts. Speaking of which, how’s Alpha looking?”

“Good,” You answer. “Roxy’s got a good head on her shoulders, if she lets herself use it. These new guys should do well.”

“I must admit I’m a little surprised as to just who the two of you picked,” She smiles at your confused expression. “The old Sergeant had an unfortunate habit of favoring one group over others.”

“I can… take a guess as to which one.”

“Indeed. So tell me, how did it feel being back in uniform?” She asks. “I’m sure you had to endure a parade or two in your time.”

“A few,” You admit. “Though usually I was down on the street, hoofing it for two hours straight. At least the weather was usually nice. And my armor was clean. It’s the little things that keep me going.”

“I see,” She chuckles. “So, about this recent parade…”

Your stomach sinks as you begin to replay the speech you’d made in your head. Both versions.

>Tell her everything.
>Leave out your talk with the Cadians.

>>36879211
>>Tell her everything.

>>36879211
>Tell her everything.

Been pretty upfront with her about everything else.

>>36879211
>Leave out your talk with the Cadians.

>>36879211
>Tell her everything.

>>36879211
>>Leave out your talk with the Cadians.

>>36879211
>>Tell her everything.

>>36879268
>>36879336
Implying she does not already know

>>36879211

As always you explain things in a way that’s both clear and simple. From the initial meeting with the Colonel, to the ride there, and everything after. Then, when you finally get to it, you explain your meeting and talk with the Cadians.

To your chagrin, Christina goes from curious to clearly disapproving, closing her eyes and letting out a heavy sigh. However, she remains silent as you continue on into the ambush.

Finishing with your attempts to tail Markus you sit back and wait for her to speak.

For a few moments she remains silent, leaning against the desk and steepling her hands in thoughts. Then she opens her eyes and looks at you with a clouded expression.

“When we first met, you and I,” She said. “I made it fairly clear. Your old life is behind you. That includes your brother, your comrades, and anything related to the Guard. I know this is a steep cost, but you accepted it then and I hope our deal stands now. So tell me, Lieutenant. What reasons did you have for conversing with them?”

>Your answer?

>>36879663
Closure?

>>36879663
My gut was telling me them being here is important. Something about this entire thing feels off, and my gut has never steered me wrong in situations like this. Hell i hadn't listened to my gut we wouldn't be standing here. This resistance is simultaneously too clean and too messy. I don't like things that don't add up.

>>36879663
>>36879678
Pretty much this.

"To hear about my fate from their perspective and get some information about my brother to put me at a bit more ease."

>>36879663
The voices told me to

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>>36879761
Anon unfortunately we aren't a Psyker Yet
So that's heresy
You goddamn Heretic

>>36879856
Now the voices are calling me a heretic.

>>36879985
Now the voices are talking about the voices

>>36880128
This is getting too meta Inquisitor, please just shoot me.

HE'S ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE

>Closure ma'am

>>36879663

Despite your initial nervousness the answer comes to you clearly.

"Closure?" You offer.

This takes her by surprise, and you take it as a cue to continue.

"You told me what the reports said, but that can't match what the people I served with actually thought. To hear it from them, and what they knew about my brother... it helped put some demons to rest."

Once more the Inquisitor is quiet as she thinks over your words. However, this time, her confliction is obvious.

Then she looks at you with a tired expression and frowns.

"One time," She says. "I'll allow you this, but no more. You've had your closure. Now you can concentrate on the task at hand, correct?"

"Yes, ma'am," You nod. "Thank you, ma'am."

"Good," She says, standing. "Now let's clean this up and be on our way."

"New business?" You ask, following suit.

"Against my wishes Inquisitor Alexi informs me he's acquired a prisoner for questioning. Seeing as you've met several of the sympathizers, he asks you come along as well."

Christina sounds far from thrilled with this news, but you follow along wordlessly.

It's not a long trip, Alexi awaiting the two of you at a nearby Naval space station. The Inquisitor greets the two of you by himself in the hangar bay.

"Lady," He nods. "Lieutenant. I hope you'll forgive me if I don't shake your hand."

>"Something the matter, sir?"
>Stay silent.
>"Noted, sir."

>>36880303
>Noted, sir

Play it cool

>>36880303
Evil Eye, cadian dlc

>>36880303
>>"Something the matter, sir?"

>>36880303
>"Noted, sir.

>>36880303
>noted, sir

>>36880303
>>Stay silent.

>>36880360
>Evil Eye
Ain't Cadian babies born giving the eye? "Bitch, I could have been serving the Emperor for 9 months already, get it together"

>>36880708
TOP
KEK

bump?

(Sorry, lads. Pulled the short stick and had to make the food run tonight.)
>>36880303

"Noted, sir," You say, giving a small nod.

"Wonderful," Alexi replies, somewhat disappointed by the lack of response. "Follow me, and I'll show you to our guest."

Turning on his heel, the two of you followed. As you exited the hangar and entered a fairly crowded hallway Christina leans over to you.

"Thank you," She whispers.

Rather than responding you merely smile.

Not exactly screaming Inquisition, the three of you are more or less ignored by the various people going about their day. Most are dressed in the typical Navy blue, but some appear as simple passerby's like the three of you.

You’re led to the detention cells on that level, with a number of opened armed armsmen alongside several Arbites guarding the various doors. Seemingly at random Alexi stops at one and speaks briefly with the guards before turning to both of you.

“After a bit of snooping on various establishments funded by the Brice company, my agents managed to catch a man that frequented them alone,” He explains, turning to you. “You were with them for a time. Do you recognize him?”

Nodding to the guards, one of them taps away at a nearby terminal. Moments later, an image appears above it showing the inside of the cell where a man sits behind a table, slumped back into his chair.

To your surprise it’s Vonas, albeit a more battered and bloodied version than when you last saw him. You can only wonder if Markus knows about this.

“He has a distinct way about him,” Alexi noted. “Rather resilient, as well. Is he one of your friends?”

>”He kidnapped me once. We got along well enough.”
>”Never seen him before.”
>”We’ve met.”

>>36881837
>”We’ve met.”

>>36881837
>>”He kidnapped me once. We got along well enough.”

>>36881837
>>”He kidnapped me once. We got along well enough.”
that cadian sense of humor shows it self again

>>36881837
>”We’ve met.”

>>36881837
>>”He kidnapped me once. We got along well enough.”

>>36881837

"He kidnapped me once," You remember. "We got along well enough."

Raising a brow, Alexi looks from you to Christina, who tries to hide her smirk.

"I'm glad to hear it," He says. "I think. So I take it he's an important cog in their machine?"

"Maybe," You shrug. "We've met, but our work it similar. He could also be like me. A grunt running around, doing the dirty work."

"There in lies the current problem," Alexi sighs. "Should he prove valuable I can simply reach in and take what information he might hold. However, the experience is not pleasant for anyone involved. I want some sort of assurance my time and effort will not go to waste. Since you know the man perhaps you can talk some sense into him peacefully."

"I've never known you to pass up an interrogation, Alex," Christina notes, curious.

"Should the Lieutenant wish, I can accompany him inside," Alexi shrugged innocently. "Or he could take you. No matter the choice I think only two should go in, less we make him too nervous to speak. What shall it be, Lieutenant?"

>Go in alone.
>Go in with Alexi.
>Go in with Christina.

>>36882208
>Go in with Christina.
People shit themselves in fear at her title alone.

>>36882208
>>Go in alone.
to many people and he will feel cornered an uncooperative

>>36882208
>>Go in alone.
but have Chrissy ready to come in if we need her

>>36882208
>>Go in alone.
We have a baseline relationship to work with, show him a lifeline and if he doesn't take it be disappointed and then step outside to let one of the Inquisitors deal with him

>>36882208
What circumstances should we go in on? Maybe just stand inside the door as a "guard" and wink at him in a "I'm here to get you out" sort of way. That might make him more relaxed and open up a phony escape scenario.

>>36882539
>>36882208
Have Christina interrogate him normally, with us in the background. When shes done, she tells us "guard, take him back to his cell". We then lead him to an aircraft and get him to spill his guts into our hidden microphone.

>>36882208

"He's gonna be on edge as-is," You say. "I'll do this alone."

"Very well,” Alexi nods. “Do you have any particular ideas in mind?”

You pause and stop to think. You’ve never done this sort of thing before, but you’ve read and watched enough bad Arbite cliches to understand the basics. Stepping in is going to be enough to shock him, so what after that?

You contemplate your options.

>What’s your approach? Your angle? How do you want to greet him?

>>36882671
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c392l8FyP68

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>36882671
Ya'know, I've read that trying to build up rapport with the guy is better than trying fear tactics and forcing them to comply.

Let's pose as standard Arbites. First sign of Inquisition and that guy will turtle up. Let's bring him something to drink to, and make a joke about being on the other side this time, though we're not enjoying the position.

>>36882671
I'll second >>36882783

Go in soft and slow, don't let him know anything and make it seem like things aren't as big as they are, ask Alexi if he knows anything so we could make it look like just a regular arrest/interrogation and use that to start with, make him think things are pretty small and not very serious, then probe for info and ramp things up and have Chrissy walk in when appropriate

>>36882909
How should we explain our being in a uniform?
Do we admit our duplicity as a show of trust or try a double cross like in >>36882656 ?

>>36883325
are we actually in a uniform?

if so we can play it off as moonlighting for some extra cash, make him think he has some leverage and play it against him maybe

>>36883362
Wait, how much does he know about us? (by which I mean our fake rebel persona).
Does he "know" we are in with the rebels or does he think we are just a gun for hire?

In either situation it would be hard to explain our now being with the fuzz, let alone the inquisition.
Do we admit to being an authority who was pretending to be a rebel/criminal, or do we pretend to be a rebel/criminal pretending to be an officer of the law?

Keep in mind if he realizes we are an inquisitor we will have to kill him- can't risk that info getting out, it could ruin the whole operation.

>>36883501
>or does he think we are just a gun for hire?
I think its this, which would help us here

>>36883501
>Keep in mind if he realizes we are an inquisitor we will have to kill him
Good thing we're not an inquisitor then.

I think we should 'admit' to being an arbite who does dirty work on the side for cash, afterall the pay of an arbite is pretty shit

>>36883501
3rd option- we could get "arrested" and put in with him as a cellmate.

>>36883523
Does the local police typically use guns for hire to interrogate suspects?

>>36883552
>Does the local police typically use guns for hire to interrogate suspects?
You've got that backwards anon, I was saying we should make it look more like we're a corrupt cop

>>36883579
Ah, ok, reverse my question then- do local cops often take the kind of "side jobs" he has seen us doing?

>>36883622
well we're in a hive city, so probably there are some corrupt arbites around

>>36882671

"Does he even know why he's here?" You ask, watching the screen.

"He knows he's in trouble, else he wouldn't be here," Alexi replies. "How much trouble, though, I've left for him to ponder over. If you're looking for an excuse, we could probably tag him with recent ganger activity."

"I suppose I can work with that," You say. "Well, wish me luck."

Gathering your thoughts, you nod to the guard and with a flip of a switch the door slides open. Stepping inside, Vonas glances up and immediately tenses. He stares at you for several seconds before standing, and you see that his hands have been bound.

"You..." He says, a mixture of surprise and betrayal in his tone and face.

"Have a seat," You tell him, reaching to your pouch. "Have they fed or watered you, yet?"

He only continues to stare in surprise, hesitantly sitting back down. From your belt you show off your canteen. Unscrewing the top, you offer it to the man only to be met with silence.

Rolling your eyes you take a swig from it before sliding it over to him. Once you retract your hand he slowly takes the canteen in both of his, taking a cautious sip, brow furrowing as he sits it down.

"Ya got some explainin' to do, brotha," Vonas says.

"That's my line, friend," You chuckle. "You're in a bit of trouble, and I'm here to help."

"Oh, yeah," Vonas snorts. "Right bang on, there. All the people on this world and you decide to pick poor Vonas?"

"Wasn't too long ago you took me on a ride," You say. "Irony's a bitch, but believe me, I'm not ecstatic about this either."

He says nothing, though his thoughts are obviously racing.

"Yeah, this isn't a good spot to be in," You admit. "But you got options."

(Cont.)

>>36883727

Glancing at the camera in the corner, you doubt the audio sensor is that great if the video was anything to go by. If you wanted, talking low would probably go undetected.

>"Help me help you. Give me something to work with and we'll both come out of this happy."
>"The Major sent me."
>"My friends and I know you've been running with some people. Some ganger people. Got anything to say about that?"
>Other?

>>36883749
>"Help me help you. Give me something to work with and we'll both come out of this happy."

>>36883749
>>"Help me help you. Give me something to work with and we'll both come out of this happy."
start vague, then get more and more specific as time goes on

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>36883749
>>"Help me help you. Give me something to work with and we'll both come out of this happy."

I wonder who's our bad cop?

>>36883749
>"The Major sent me."

This seems like an excellent way to learn what else they have planned or where they're at now. Now we just have to make sure he never gets back to the Major

>>36883783
Ourself, we're and exguardsmen with a daemonette inside our head.
I think we can pull off both

>>36883749

"Help me help you," You say, leaning back in your chair. "Give me something to work with and we'll both come out of this happy."

"Uh huh," Vonas deadpans. "Me thinks your happy and my happy are two different things."

"Alright, what's your happy?"

"Bein' home, away from tha Arbites and Navy and all that."

"That doesn't sound so bad," You nod. "But if there's one thing I've learned, friend, is that happiness isn't a simple thing to get. But I can try and get you there. If you help me."

"What's yours?"

You pause.

"Come again?" You ask.

"Ya ask what makes me happy. What about you?" Vonas asks.

>"Don't change the subject."
>Answer him. (Your answer?)

>>36884129
>>Answer him. (Your answer?)
"One of these days I'll find that out, until then I'll keep getting paid to do what I do."

>>36884129
Being knee deep in nid blood.

>>36884183
well seeing as some nids have acidic blood I don't imaging thats very fun

>>36884129
"Music just being able to play."

>>36884129
"Balls deep in inquisitor ass, now stop trying to change the subject."
Mainly because I want to see his reaction

>>36884129
Good to see yah back bro.

"Justice. But honestly I don't know yet, hope to find it"

>>36884248
tho I kinda want to see this too...

>>36884248
while his reaction would be awesome to see, I don't think thats smart seeing as our inquisitor boss and her inquisitor buddy are outside listening in...

>>36884248
im not gonna lie i laughed but i dont think thats a smart thing to say

>>36884248
Yeah no while amusing thats stupid to say.

>>36884272
>>36884277
oh pish posh, she has a sense of humor, most of the time.

>>36884318
and we're in that part of time where she's full business mode, with a coworker listening in too

>>36884248
Funny, but we don't want to die just yet.

>>36884248
maybe replace =][= ass with SoB ass

>>36884129

"One of these days I'll find out," You shrug. "Until then I'll keep getting paid to do what I do."

"You sound like someone I know," Vonas chuckles.

"Have we met?" You ask.

"Maybe."

Sighing, you lean forward and steeple your fingers as you'd seen Christina do before.

"Vonas, you're not doing me a lot of good here," You say. If you don't talk to me, they'll just send in someone else. Let me help you and Markus."

At the name he visibly tenses once more, though he tries desperately to hide it.

>"If you won't talk, maybe we'll have to have a chat with him instead."
>"Whatever you two are in, it's over your heads. Let me get you out while I can."
>"How did you two come to work together, anyway?"
>Other?

>>36884558
>>"How did you two come to work together, anyway?"

>>36884558
>>"How did you two come to work together, anyway?"
Into
>"Whatever you two are in, it's over your heads. Let me get you out while I can."

>>36884558
>"Whatever you two are in, it's over your heads. Let me get you out while I can."

No threats. We're establishing ourselves as "the alternative." Arbites or Alpha can do the threats. We need to keep "friendly."

>>36884558
>"Whatever you two are in, it's over your heads. Let me get you out while I can."

>>36884558
you think the people i work for will be this kind to Markus i ask to talk to you first before them to help you.

>>36884248
My sides have transcended their current existence

>>36884558
>>"Whatever you two are in, it's over your heads. Let me get you out while I can."
>>"How did you two come to work together, anyway?"

>>36884558

"Look, whatever you are in, it's over your heads. Let me get you out while I can," You try.

He hesitates to answer, the briefest flash of uncertainty appearing. Then it vanishes and he looks at you with a sad smile.

"Look where we are, brotha," He says. "You'll get us out of this and into a ditch. There are no happy endings here."

"Do you remember when we first met?" You ask. "I could have killed both of you. I honestly thought about it. Did I?"

He remains silent.

"I'm not the bad guy here. Far from it."

"Neither are we," Vonas answers, distraught. "But I can't make ya understand, seen? It's not like you think. It's muddier than that."

>"Then explain it to me. Make me understand."
>"I see a bunch of rebels and terrorists. Pretty clear in my book."
>"I know what you people have done. You mean to tell me it's all for a greater purpose?"
>Other?

>>36884834
>>"Then explain it to me. Make me understand."

>>36884834
>"Then explain it to me. Make me understand."
The higher ups are making noise about an inquisitor showing up here. That happens all of us are deader then dead men.

>>36884834
>seen
I forgot he was little jacob

>>36884834
>"Then explain it to me. Make me understand."

>>36884834
>>"Then explain it to me. Make me understand."

>>36884834

"Then explain it to me," You urge. "Make me understand."

"I want to, brotha, believe me," Vonas answers. "But I can't."

"Why not?"

He looks away for a long moment, shaking his head. Then, head still bowed, he begins to softly whistle. It's an odd reaction, but after a moment...

You know the tune. You think.

>Roll a 1d20

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>36885121

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>36885121
big money

>>36885121

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>36885121
Not a 1, not a 1

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>36885121

>>36885164
most definitely not a one

>>36885158
Big money indeed
>>36885164
Pretty sure that isn't a nat 1

>>36885164
The opposite of a 1 very nice

>>36885158
>>36885164
The Empra smiles upon us tonight

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>>36885164
Kudos to you, sir.

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>>36885164
How hard i just came

>>36885164
>Congratulation you've earned the Master Negociator perk!

>>36885121

The tune hits you like a brick wall, and you know the words to it in an instant. You've only heard it a few times before, and in less favorable conditions, but it's a song that remains with you. Mainly because you have history with it.

'...see that great host of men, who march with faces drawn...'

A fool's army, made up of brave but foolish men.

'...they come with vengeance in their eyes...'

A rallying cry that ended in disaster and heartbreak. But why would someone like Vonas know it, let alone use it as some-

Syrene.

The planet Syrene; a name that brings back unpleasant memories and feelings. You look at the man, uncertain, but he only smiles and continues to whistle merrily, nodding. If he's being truthful, then he just made this whole thing much worse.

>Try to press him for more information.
>Inform the Inquisitors of what you know.

>>36885575
>Try to press him for more information.
I remember a little, but head wounds can mess one's memory up so much. Please tell me what happened on your end.

>>36885575
>>Try to press him for more information.
What things did you see? Because I've been there myself...

>>36885575
>>Try to press him for more information.

>>36885575
>Try to press him for more information.
>>36885646
>>36885675

>>36885575
>Try to press him for more information.
"If that's the tune the little birdie sings, then you know that won't be enough see the full weight behind it.

>>36885575
>>Try to press him for more information.
"Syrene huh? well i guess that means me and my team are gonna have to cut our losses you do understand the inquisition is rather bad for business'

>>36885575

"What are you getting at?" You ask, still unsure of yourself.

"Not a thing, my brotha," Vonas answers, smiling. "Not a thing."

"Why do you know that tune?" You ask, lowering your voice. "Were you there? What did you do?"

"I've not told you a word, and that's as it will be," Vonas replied simply. "Kill me, torture me, I have nothing to say that will help you."

Clenching your fists beneath the table, you look the man over. Is he trying to help you without admitting anything? Or simply trying to throw you off? You don't know for certain, and it's driving you mad.

However, a buzz from the door grabs your attention, and with hesitation you rise from your seat.

"Thank you for your time," You tell him, exiting the cell to find both Inquisitors waiting anxiously.

"You know something," Alexi accuses more than asks you.

"Perhaps," Christina allows, not liking his tone but equally curious. "It didn't look like much from him, but I get the feeling you yourself know something."

Syrene... a world of rebels and traitors. Things had changed so rapidly it had been only a distant memory, one place among the jumble of memories you've revisited but lost the name to. It was a planet tricky to describe, known as much for its efforts fighting for the Imperium as it did fighting it. Rebellions were near commonplace, and it was a wonder nothing long-term was done to stop it.

You had taken part in one of the most recent rebellions before your change in job descriptions. In that theater lay several of your less pleasant memories, the most prominent being the music played by the rebels during battle or protest. You also know the rebels were known to use whatever means they could to hinder the enemy. Otherwise known as you and your comrades in the 291st.

>Tell them about the planet
>Tell them about the planet and your involvement

>>36886239
>>Tell them about the planet
and then when we've got a private moment with Chrissy tell her our involvement

>>36886239
>>Tell them about the planet and your involvement
son-ova bitch

>>36886239
>>Tell them about the planet

The other guy doesn't need to know.

>>36886239


>>36886270
2nding this

>>36886239
>Tell them about the planet

>>36886239
>Tell them about the planet

Not in front of the other spook.

>>36886239
>Tell them about the planet

>>36886239
>>Tell them about the planet

>>36886239
>inb4 dicksucker mcgee tries to read our mind because we holding out on him

>>36886239
>Tell the planet about them

>>36886496
>inb4 we knee him in the groin for violating our most purest mind

>>36886525
>inb4 multiple nat 20s activate a dormant pariah gene

>>36886525
Knee to the groin and punch to the throat, hope the inquisitor is quick or we'll add a curbstomp to it.

>>36886525
why do you think he didn't shake our hand we nearly broke it last time he tried to mind fuck us.

>>36886543
>Not awaking our Own Psyker potential

>>36886525
Didn't we make several promises involving coating a room in his blood when he tried his shit the last time?
A knee to the groin won't be cutting it

>>36886562
Blank a best
Psyker a shit

>>36886239

"I think he tried giving me something to work with without outright saying it," You say. "I think he's telling me Syrene is involved."

Christina seems confused for a moment, but Alexi scowls.

"I was afraid of that," He sighs, catching Christina's look. "Rather than dealing with a band of rebels, we get to deal with a whole planets worth."

"Lovely. Where is this Syrene located?" Christina asks.

"A few jumps west of here, deeper into Imperial Space," You answer, shocking both Inquisitors. You shrug. "I've spent half my life fighting in and around this sector. You pick up local lore pretty quick."

"Hmm," is all Alexi says, pleasantly surprised. "I've visited the planet in the past to quell several uprising before they started. I'll send you what notes I have."

"And I'll put them to good use," Christina answers. "So, what happens to our guest?"

"I leave it to the Lieutenant to judge," Alexi answers, turning to you. "Do you think he knows anything else of use?"

You know he and Markus are one of the front runners for the Major's dirty work, but it was Markus you've spent more time with. Even then, you can't really judge how deeply involved either man is.

>"If you go digging, I'm sure you'll find something else."
>"Don't waste your time. He's told us what's important."

>>36886585
U a shit

>>36886590
>"Don't waste your time. He's told us what's important."
He might know more, but I think he gave us what we can use, they're likely covering their bases even now if he's missing.

>>36886585
Nigger, are you supposed to be one of those speshul snowflaeks? Blanks are for newbies.

>>36886590
>>"If you go digging, I'm sure you'll find something else."
"You'll certainly find more, don't know if it will be of great worth though."

>>36886590
>"Don't waste your time. He's told us what's important."
I mean, he didn't tell us anything, but ya know

>>36886630
This guy has it right. What is wrong with you?

>>36886590
>>"If you go digging, I'm sure you'll find something else."
i know hes talked to the Major more than once so he might have heard more then he relies

>>36886657
>>36886630
>stop liking what I don't like

>>36886590
>>"If you go digging, I'm sure you'll find something else."

>>36886590

"If you go digging, I'm sure you'll find something else," You say.

"Very well, then," Alexi nods. "I'll see what I can do. You did good, Lieutenant. A bit too calm for my tastes, but I suppose there's more than one way to skin a grox. We'll talk later, Christina?"

"Of course," She answers."For the moment, though, I believe we're done here."

Bidding the Inquisitor farewell, you both begin making your way back to the hangar bay. As you walk, Christina gives you a playful nudge.

"I admit I'm shocked you didn't try for the 'loud and scary' approach," She muses. "If you tried, I think you'd fit the bill rather well."

"I'll leave the scary routine to you, ma'am," You chuckle.

"I'm scary?" She asks, feigning hurt. "No one ever told me."

"When you need to be."

"And the other times?"

"Pleasantly sarcastic."

Her only response it to laugh, and as you arrive back you ponder your next move, having some free time ahead of you. It'd be nice to finally get the Inquisitor out of the officer, but there's always work to be done. Of course, it's not demanded of you...

>Try and talk Christina into visiting the city with you.
>Help her with paperwork.
>Find something else to do.

>>36887191
>Help her with paperwork.
Paperwork's a bitch, but an important bitch

>>36887191
>>Help her with paperwork.

>>36887191
>>Help her with paperwork.
paperwork its both a bitch and slut

bitch because it sucks and slut because every one does it

>>36887191
>>Help her with paperwork.
let her know about our involvement in Syrene

>>36887191
>Help her with paperwork.
tell her about our involvement with syrene better than her finding out later

>>36887191
>Try and talk Christina into visiting the city with you.
She needs to get out more.

>>36887191

As is the norm for the two of you, another step in the operation means a new mountain of paperwork. Having been unable to dissuade you, Christina simply smiles at your offer and signals for you to follow.

True to his word, Alexi sends his 'notes' shortly after you return. Said notes are several novel-length reports on various people and events

Looking over several of these that you recognize, you decide now is a good time to come clean.

"Ma'am?" You ask. "I... have something to admit."

Expecting something off the wall, she waits patiently with a smirk.

"I know more about Syrene than most people," You say, shuffling dataslates anxiously. "I can tell you about the weather, the cities, especially the people... I went there once, back when I was still in the 291st. It wasn’t a pleasure trip.”

You’re not sure what to make of her lack of obvious surprise. She must have heard your thoughts, because she smiles and shakes her head.

“You said it yourself, Lieutenant. You’ve picked up plenty of the local flavor in your time. It’s a good quality to possess. And I’ll forgive you for keeping this fact to yourself until it was only us.”

“Ma’am, I only-”

“-did what I thought was best,” She quotes, making you flush slightly from her ‘accent’ of you. “I know, I know. Nothing to apologize for.”

With that awkward bit of business out of the way the evening goes by pleasantly. Good progress and good company leaves you both in high spirits, and though you hate to go subpar again you offer to go get dinner for the two of them. Grateful but unamused, Christina waves you out the door as her vox chirps.

You close the door behind you, but pause…

>Stay and eavesdrop
>It’s none of your business. Go on.

>>36887638
>It’s none of your business. Go on.

>>36887191
>"get the Inquisitor out of the officer"
Okay that was a simple spelling error, no big deal
>Try and talk Christina into visiting the city with you.
I don't know why but i like this option

>>36887638
>>Stay and eavesdrop
this could be more useful info

>>36887675
Someone get this man a slowpoke!

>>36887688
Sorry, yes I know, sorry
>>36887638
>It’s none of your business. Go on.

>>36887716
Not even near the 2 year Geass slowpoke anon, you're fine.

>>36887638
>>It’s none of your business. Go on.

>>36887683
We know enough secrets already.
Last I checked, and it's been a while, we were a soldier, not a spook

>>36887837
we are no longer a soldier we work for the =][=

>>36887871
Like I said, it's been a while

>>36887675
(That spelling mistake is going to haunt me to the end of my days)
>>36887638

By now you've learned to take what you're told and nothing more. Making your way down to the mess, you gather up a meal for two. Being for the Inquisitor, there's almost no wait as you're sent along your way once more.

However, as you return, you're not even halfway down the hall when you hear the shouting.

"...told you, and told, and told you!" Oh, she doesn't sound happy.

"Christy, there's no way-" Leo? Poor man.

"And now look!"

Part of you feels like you should go in and try to help, but another part of you values life.

>Go in and try to calm her down.
>Wait it out.

>>36887901
>Go in and try to calm her down
Now we aren't invading her privacy, she was yelling loud enough for "everyone" to hear.
>gesticulate towards empty hallway

>>36887901
>>Go in and try to calm her down.
"Everything alright guys?"

>>36887901
>>Go in and try to calm her down.

>>36887901
>>Go in and try to calm her down.
this is gonna be good

>>36887901
>Go in and try to calm her down.

>>36887901
>Go in and give her food assessing the situation and reacting accordingly.

>>36887901

Despite your instincts suggesting otherwise you open the door to find Christina in the old Savant's face, looking none too happy.

However when you enter she appears to forcefully calm herself. To limited success.

"What's wrong?" You ask, looking just a little absurd with a tray of food on your shoulder. You set it aside as her Savant picks up the ball.

"Oh, just the usual," Leo offers, not at all intimidated by the angry Inquisitor. "A bit of an ornery spell, nothing-"

"It's alright, Leo," She sighs, pressing a hand to her face. "He can know. He has to know."

Shrugging, the Savant hovers over to the tray you set down and begins to pick at the offerings. Christina pays him no mind as she faces you.

"I just received a call," She explains. "An individual has informed me he possesses 'evidence' that he believes will corrupt my image as Delmar's assistant and the Captain himself, when in truth it could do the exact same to my image as an Inquisitor."

As she speaks she slowly calms, going from furious to simple anger.

"In return for this he's demanded an extortionate sum and given me a few hours to gather it. Delmar will no doubt see it done in a few minutes. I need your help seeing that this man and his friends either don't see tomorrow, or do so within the brig of the Antebellum," She swallows hard, looking to you with a pleading expression. "Can you do this for me, Michael?"

>"Is it real, though?"
>"Of course, ma'am."

>>36888220
>"Of course, ma'am."

>>36888220
>>"Of course, ma'am."
>"Is it real, though?"

>>36888220
>>"Of course, ma'am."

>>36888220
>"Of course, ma'am."

>>36888220
>"Of course, ma'am."
What kind of idiot thinks he can get away with blackmailing an inquisitor?

>>36888220
>"Of course, ma'am.
>"Is it real, though?"

>>36888220
>"Of course, ma'am."
>"Is it real, though?"
>>36888317
One with a deathwish.

>>36888220

"Of course, ma'am," You say, almost hurt she'd even have to ask.

All the same, her smile of relief is enough to waylay your worries.

"Thank you," She says, taking your hand and squeezing. "Now go get your gear. You'll be needing it."

"Aye, aye, ma'am."

With that you head back to your room, strapping on your gear. It's a good feeling, getting back into your own armor rather than a disguise, no matter what disguise it was.

"I heard you're all going out," Jeeves notes as you seal your helmet. "Do be careful. All of you. Lady Massey can be quick to act when angered."

"We'll be fine," You assure him. "I just fill sorry for the bastards we're going after."

A short time later you arrive in Delmar's hangar to find the man himself waiting, flanked on either side by Mikel and Vincent, both men equipped similarly to you. Both men look something fierce, and even the Captain's golden robes can't brighten his expression. However, where as the others look angry, he seems anxious. Perhaps even worried.

Like before you all split off to various passenger rooms, and you pause before choosing one.

>Christina
>Delmar
>Mikel and Vincent.

>Do you try and find out what's going on? What do you ask?
>Stay quiet. Now's not the time for chatting.

>>36888574
>>Christina
>Do you try and find out what's going on? What do you ask?
we're her bodyguard, and to do that job well we kind of have to know whats going on

>>36888574
>>Christina
>Do you try and find out what's going on? What do you ask?
what did the blackmailer say about the evidence.

>>36888574
Can we get Chrissy and Delmar into the same room and talk about whats going down?

>>36888574
please see:
>>36888631
That is my opinion too.
Besides, how bad could the blackmail be?
>He said as his imagination roamed through the possibilities, from the lurid to political strategies

>>36888574
>Christina
>Do you try and find out what's going on? What do you ask?
Basic information. What the target looks like, potential dangers, and so on. Whatever the blackmail is, that's her business. Our job is just to make sure the guy behind it dies messily.

>>36888574
So we killing the idiot or making sure he wakes up sounding like a crazy man in the clink?

>>36888574
Im with these guys.
>Christina
>Get some answers.
>>36888631
>>36888648

>>36888717
well best would be to get what 'evidence' he has, make sure there is no more of it out there, then make him disappear

>>36888717
Dead men tell no tales

>>36888717
"crazy guy in the clink" sounds awesome but impractical

>>36888574

>>36888651
This is probably the best course of action.


I've got a new comic series for the session.

You remember Army of Darkness, the comedy-horror classic staring the best b-list horror actor Bruce Cambell as S-Mart employee Ash William? Well there is a comic series of Ash's adventures after the events in Army of Darkness. As always, these are in .cbr you can either get a reader for them or just unzip them and view each image individually.

D/L:
http://www.mediafire.com/download/8zxptfl1vpb3doy/Army+of+Darkness+Ultimate+Mega+Collection.zip

>>36888748
Not really. Burn the evidence, plant some sufficiently heretical materials in his home, snip out the memories of him ever meeting us, and leave an anonymous tip with the local arbites. Surefire way to ruin his entire family.

>>36888884
Think of all the movies where people get thrown in jail for knowing too much, think of how often that one guy listens to them and believes them.
Killing him is the smart option

>>36888821
(Always good to see another comic crop up. Thanks, anon.)

>>36888574

By now in full bodyguard mode you stick close to Christina. However, as you take a seat and the transport takes off your unease that comes from going into an op blinds surfaces.

"Ma'am?" You ask. "Any ideas on who this guy is?"

"He sounds like your typical mercenary scum," She answers. "I can guess he'll have at least a dozen men on station, which could make things messy. He ordered us to meet them in a warehouse in the mid-hive, with just myself and the Captain in attendance. The rest of you will come in as the meeting goes down, eliminating any sentries and springing the trap on the phrase 'a pleasure doing business with you.' I made a persuading case of not being much of a threat, so they won’t be expecting an Inquisitional Hit Team.”

"Sounds simple enough."

"You can kill them all except the leader," Christina orders, a dangerous look in her eye. "I have questions for him."

“Understood, ma’am.”

Though you know it doesn't take long, the trip down feels like it lasts for ages. When it finally sets down you’re all too happy to get up and get moving. Inside the private hangar you land in there are a pair of civilian vehicles waiting for you. You go to follow, but Christina stops you.

“The Captain will be plenty protection,” She assures you. “You’ll be watching over us with Vincent and Mikel.”

Although you’re not happy about it you comply, pulling yourself into Vincent’s car. In a heavily modified scout variant carapace, Vincent makes quite the sight. Sitting in the back, making the vehicle noticeably tilt, Mikel sits as a mass of armor. You’re thankful for the heavy tinting of the windows, as well as the darkness that had fallen over the city.

“Well, Mike,” Vincent say, waiting for Christina to leave before following a ways behind. “We’re in the shit now.”

>"What the hell is this all about, Vinny?"
>"Aren't we always?"

>>36888990
>not killing everyone
>ransacking the place for everything valuable
>burning the evidence later
And chocking it all up to gangbangers being gangbangers
>inb4 b-but mercs aren't gangbangers!
no

>>36888990
>>"What the hell is this all about, Vinny?"
>>"Aren't we always?"

can we bring back this places door?

>>36888990
>"Aren't we always?"

>>36888990
>Is this shit different from kind we're usually in?
I mean, we go in and kill people and creatures all the time, nothing new.... Although come to think of it, wouldn't the blackmailer not have the blackmail on him during the meeting?

>>36889036
>>ransacking the place for everything valuable
>not just randomly stealing all the doors we breach

>>36889064
Ten bucks says the second he goes missing his buds are gonna release the info he has.

>>36889064
thats a good question, we should ask Chrissy about it, it wouldn't be smart to bring the only copy with him

>>36889064
I think that the reasoning for keeping the head-honcho alive.

>>36889096
Which is why we place trackers in the money and on him and his men, and follow them back to their hideout and then beat them to death with their door.

>>36888990

"Is this shit different from the kind we're usually in?" You ask.

"For once, yeah, and I don't like it," Vincent admits. "This is too much, even for her. Just go in and kill everyone? I mean, normally this is fine, but this time... this time is different. Too much at stake for her to go off the handle."

"You have an alternative?" You ask.

In typical Vincent fashion he tilts his head side to side, a smirk appearing on his face.

"I may or may not have tagged the case ole Del's carrying," He explains. "We sit things out, let the deal go down, and in case they don't show up with the goods we follow it and see where it leads. Of course, we could be dealin' with a couple'a rookies and they have it all on hand. That's the problem here. Too little know, too much do. And Christy's got murder in her eyes."

"Must be important," You note.

"Something like that," Vincent nods. "You're her Two, though. Will you back me up if we decided to play things out?"

>"It's the smart thing to do."
>"Let's hold off for now. Play it by ear."
>"Orders are orders, Vin."

>>36889234
>>"It's the smart thing to do."
but
>"Let's hold off for now. Play it by ear."

how about we talk to her and figure out what the flying fuck is going on?

>>36889234
>"It's the smart thing to do."
>"Let's hold off for now. Play it by ear."

>>36889234
>"It's the smart thing to do."
>"Let's hold off for now. Play it by ear."

>>36889234
>"Let's hold off for now. Play it by ear."
How much does the boss trust us?
Furthermore, are we sure she's out for blood?
maybe it's just an act

>>36889234

"It's the smart thing to do," You admit. "But for right now let's hold off. Play it by ear."

"Fair enough," Vincent says.

By then the hour's grown late and the traffic has slowed to only a handful of souls hurrying home. Tailing Delmar, Vincent stops as the Captain does, albeit several blocks apart. Pulling into an alleyway, Vincent kills the engine as the three of you pile out.

"If you boys can hold down the fort on the ground I'll cover you on the rooftops," Vincent says, spying an emergency exit deeper into the alley. "Bound to be a few heads poking out."

>"Put that rifle to good use."
>"I'll do it. You and Father Mikel watch on the ground."
>"I think it'd be best if we stayed together on this one."

>>36889568
>>"Put that rifle to good use."

>>36889568
>"Put that rifle to good use."

>>36889568
I've been playing a lot of x-com recently so I'm going to go with the paranoid option:
>"I think it'd be best if we stayed together on this one."

>>36889568

"Put that rifle to good use," You tell him.

"If I need to, count on it," Vincent chuckles, and with a flutter of a camo cloak he vanishes into the darkness.

"I believe that's our cue," Mikel rumbles.

As you and the Father begin to advance bit by bit, you listen to Christina's radio chatter, letting them listen in on what's going on.

"-haps not the best idea, my lady," Delmar ponders nervously as a car door slams.

"It's the one we have, Captain," Christina replies. "Now, look petrified and everything should go fine."

>Roll.

>>36889568
>>"Put that rifle to good use."

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>36889719

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>36889719
FLINT IORNSLAG!

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>36889719

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>36889719
Welp

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>36889719
oh joy, time to be disapointed with our rolls

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>36889740
>>36889805
Khorne wills it? It would be cool if we got bonuses for doubles

>>36889719
Here goes nothing...

>>36889719

You and Mikel continue up the street, leaving only a block and a half to go.

"Hold it!" Vincent says, and both of you freeze. "They've got a guy watching the stretch you're on. Don't think he's spotted you yet, but I'd suck it in, Mik."

Not commenting, you and the Father get small as you wait for further word. Meanwhile, things continue inside.

"Miss Berg," A man greets. "My, you're a sight to see."

"W-we've got your money," Christina mutters.

"Good, good!"

"You appear to be missing something, however," Delmar notes.

"What? Nah. You think I'm a fuckin' idiot? You'll get what you want when I get what I want. Is that what I think it is?"

"It is."

"Mike," Vincent radios. "You guys aren't gonna be able to get any closer unless I take this guy or you take the long way around. Make the call."

>"Take him."
>"We'll go around."

>>36889923
>>"We'll go around."

>>36889923
Is Vincent's rifle solid projectile and has a suppressor on it? Still is a risk, but it might be worth it.
Fething Drop Him.

>>36889923
If he can do it stealthily
>"Take him."
Otherwise go around

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>36889923
>"We'll go around"

If we plan on following them it might be best that none of their people go missing.

>>36889923
>"We'll go around."

>>36890023
........................ Mercy Elijah?

>>36890023
>Rolled 20 (1d20)
...

Can we please use this on our next roll? Because we sure as shit won't roll another one

>>36890023
Well fuck, I didn't mean to roll. Maybe that can be how quickly and/or stealthily we can get around.

>>36889923
>"We'll go around."

>>36890037
(Hue.)

>>36889923

"We'll go around," You say, and with a signal to Father Mikel you duck into a nearby alleyway. It's a bit of a lengthy detour, but it's better than giving away their position.

Having gone nearly half a block to the right, you peek around a corner to hear radio chatter that sounds oddly familiar. Killing your vox, you hear the faint sound of the conversation going on inside. Down the alleyway, a transport truck sits with its driver door open, said driver leaned against the side with a Lho Stick glowing between their teeth.

"Vinny?" You radio. "I think we may have just found our target."

"What do you mean, Mike?"

"Cargo truck. Bad guy. Radio voicing the same music as ours."

"...you hear that, Christy?"

"How soon will we have our end of the bargain?" Delmar asks calmly.

"I'll make a call to my other boys."

"They'll... they'll get it and come right here?" Christina asks, hopeful.

"Right here," The man assures.

"No delay?"

"No delay."

"You heard her," Vincent. "Lock it down, then close in for the finale. I'll start making my way as well."

You took the liberty of borrowing a dampener from Cachino's armory, so using your hellgun isn't completely out of the question. However, you're not sure how many men are around, so your knife is enough option. Father Mikel hefts his shotgun, waiting to follow your lead.

>Use your blade.
>Use your rifle.

>>36890226
>Use your blade.

>>36890226
>Use your blade.
Mikky knows the basics of CQC. Its much better than his aim heh

>>36890226
A shame we don't have a tactical tomahawk or something, we could have axed them some questions...oh well
>Use your blade.
>Use your rifle.
why not both? Gunknife or straight up rifle+bayonnet

>>36890226

Tapping your knife's sheath, Mikel simply nods as he put away his shotgun. Withdrawing your lucky knife, you begin to sneak up on the driver.

>Roll.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>36890299
welp

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>36890299
FOR THE EMPEROR!

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>36890299

>>36890314
solid

>>36890299

You close on the man one gentle step after the other, you taking the left side of the truck while Mikel takes the right. Shockingly the Father seems to make better speed than you as you hear the passenger door fly open.

The man outside goes to turn to look inside and you close the distance as he reaches for a sidearm, burying your knife into his neck and twisting, cradling the corpse to the ground as it spasms briefly.

You look up to see the passenger yanked from his seat, and a brief struggle goes silent with a sickening crunch from the other side.

Unaffected except for a bloody boot, Mikel appears from around the front of the truck with shotgun back in hand.

"Sentries are dead," Vincent radios. "All four."

Meanwhile, the situation in the warehouse takes a turn.

"Perhaps we could work out a more profitable deal-" Delmar offers.

"Enough chit chat. Hand over the thrones or I'll just take them," the man growls. "This ain't a negotiation."

"Push it up quick," Vincent suggests. "We'll deal with Mr. Jackass and loop back for the truck."

"Roger," You answer, booking it for the warehouse.

>Roll.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>36890446
1

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>36890446

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>36890446
red ones go fasta

>>36890461
indeed they do

>>36890461
Swell.

>>36890446

Not wanting to keep the Lady waiting, you and Mikel take off down the street at a full on sprint. Ahead, you spot Delmar's car parked out front of a dimly lit warehouse. The men on either sides of the double door entry lay crumpled, a sizable hole in each of their heads. The door itself is parted ever so slightly, allowing a bit of light to pour out.

"I'm up top, counting eight shithead including our guy," Vincent announces. "Bald, tattoos, center of the group. Watch your shots, you two."

Stacking up at the door with you reach into your pouch.

"Preparing flash, watch your eyes," You warn.

"Enough!" Christina begs. "Captain, just give them what they want!"

"Get off me, woman," Delmar growls with a shocking amount of heat. "You've cost me enough as it is. You want it done? Fine! Take your damned money."

"See? Not so bad, was it?"

"Yes, yes it was," Delmar grumbles. "Not that I do not know my courtesies. Good day, gentlemen. It was a pleasure doing business with you."

>Roll.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>36890516
knock knock, have you heard of christ today?

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>36890516
Hi there!

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>36890516

>>36890542
Solid

>>36890516

You prime the flash bang and toss it inside. Shoving open the door, you find Delmar and Christina on the ground with the men staggering from the flash.

Beside you Mikel's shotgun roars and a chunk of one of the mercenaries explodes, sending him flying. You take down one with a headshot and manage to send another down with two to the chest. A third one gets clipped in the side before diving for cover, but before he can fire a shot from the shattering glass above kills him.

"Double-crossing bi-" The leader shouts before a slug to the stomach from Delmar's revolver sends him down.

Another man takes cover behind a nearby crate, but Mikel grabs it and begins pushing it backwards, sending the man scrambling to keep his footing before coming to a stop between the crate and wall with a crunch.

One of the last remaining men goes to open fire on the exposed Father, but another sniper round kills him.

The last man, and probably the smartest, throws down his rifle and raises his arms.

"I'm done!" He shouts. "I quit! Ta-"

A shot to the head from the Inquisitor silences him.

In the span of fifteen seconds all but one of the mercenaries are dead. The man in question writhes on the ground in pain, clutching at his stomach.

"There's no blood," You note.

"Non-lethal slug," Delmar explains, holstering his sidearm. "Delmar prefers to keep his killing to his hunts and leave his younger days behind."

"Looks like it hurt."

"A broken rib or so. Non-lethal, but not painless."

Mikel and Vincent vanish to recover the truck as you, Delmar, and Christina inspect the mercenary and his men.

"Not exactly amateurs," Christina muses. "But far from experts."

"God damned-" The man mutters, receiving a swift kick from her in response. Forcing him onto his back, she places a foot on his chest and pushes down.

"Oh, does that hurt?" She asks, tilting her head to the side. "How about this?"

The man lets out another pained cry.

>Let the bastard suffer.
>"Ma'am... enough."

>>36890738
>"Ma'am... enough."
This isn't you and you have people for this sort of thing.

Thanks for running Elijah now I must sleep. Catch up on archive I guess.

>>36890738
>>"Ma'am... enough."
beat him into unconsciousness when we can be 100% sure we have everything, until then don't accidentally kill him and fuck things up

>>36890738
>"Ma'am... enough."

>>36890738
>Let the bastard suffer.
Christina is usually nice but this idiot blackmailed an inquisitor. This was the expected result.

>>36890738
>>"Ma'am... enough."

>>36890738
>Let the bastard suffer.
she's pissed at him, lets not change who she wants dead.

>Wake up
>Day off
>Fresh Start still running

Today is a good day

>Ma'am, enough

>>36890738

"Ma'am!" You say, gently but firmly grabbing her shoulder. "Enough."

Looking back at you it's clear she has other ideas, but relents all the same. Shortly afterwards Mikel and Vincent return, backing up the cargo truck into the light of the warehouse. Delmar suggests looking for a crowbar or something similar, but a quick smack from the butt of the Father's shotgun does the trick just as well for the lock.

The wickedness that had found its way into Christina vanishes as Mikel pulled a door open, allowing her inside.

Curious alongside the others, you peer inside and can only look on in shock.

She's in worse condition than you'd last seen her, clothes tattered and hair a mess. However, when Christina kneels in-front of her, her eyes light up.

"Mom!" Naomi sobs, throwing her arms around the Inquisitors neck.

"Shhh," Christina answers, embracing her in a tight hug, sounding on the verge of tears herself. "It's alright now, love. I'm here. It's alright..."
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Holy shit this thread lasted ages and I loved it. Hey, we didn't even have to use a Purity Seal!

I hope to run again before Christmas, but we'll see.

Goodnight/morning, folks! See you next time!

>>36890908
Thanks for running Elijah, good to have you back.

Isn't Naomi the girl from our dreams? If so Chrissy has some splaining to do

>>36890908
By his holy name... This reveal!

Well played Elijah, good thread thanks for the run!

>>36890908
Christ I don't remember who Naomi is, its been awhile. Where did we meet her again?

Also thanks for running Elijah good to have you back.

>>36890927
>>36890936
Oh ohhhhhh. Well shit, this'll be good.

>>36890936
Shes the girl from our dreams I'm pretty sure.
Which I imagine means shes probably a psyker or we are or something...

>>36890936
in our dreams

>>36890951
>Which I imagine means shes probably a psyker or we are or something...
Well whatever it is, I know it means we need to sleep with Chrissy more to figure out if the dreams continue or not, for science of course.

>>36890974
heh, Science demands sacrifice.

Isn't Naomi our dream-Waifu?

>>36891023
we saw her in our dreams yes, but waifu she ain't, she's full daughteru now

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>>36890908
By the emperor! That was well worth the confusion.

Great thread.

>>36890908
>"Mom!" Naomi sobs, throwing her arms around the Inquisitors neck.

Well... I certainly didn't see that coming

>>36891034
Shit might be awkward as fuck the 1st time she says something like "I know what you think/dream of when you go to sleep after spending a day with my mom".
Vince would be in tears trying to keep his sides from going into orbits.

>>36890908
Holy shit, that's why we had that dream about her being taken away, we thought it was Christine keeping her out of our head when it was Naomi actually being abducted in her sleep.

>>36890908
Wow, I did not see that coming Elijah, good show. Still This is going to be unpleasant when we tell Christina about this.

>>36890908
>single mothers
absolutely disgusting

>>36894546
g8 b8 m8 i r8 it 8 out of 8