Dark Heresy.

A Frigid Beginning.

Hoyland's Hope
Hive-World: Segmentum Ultra

Chapter 3; 




NPC: The Genestealer, it's orders given looks around for the strangers the outsiders to select its first target to protect the brood.


Fenrila : She looks wide-eyed and then looks at Cain. "Run... it sees me."


NPC: The Genestealer turns to face Fenrila, the bright light, the shiny, glorious light and charges irregardless of the crowd.


Fenrila : She just froze and couldn't do anything, hardly even move to get out of the way. "It's coming... coming for me."


NPC: The bite takes Fenrila deep in the shoulder and for a deep horrifying moment she feels the tongue probe the wound and a searing agony.


Fenrila : She screams, "NO! GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT!"


She screamed, while surprisingly calm and actually not afraid of the giant beast with scything arms and a raping tongue.


Cain "Grim" Callidon: Cain recoils in fear from the beast his mind just a teensiest bit more unhinged from having witnessed it as he responds to its attack. "OY IF ANYONE IS GETTING HER PREGGERS ITS ME"


Cybil "Rat" Threxis : "Only cuz I can't put a bun in her oven!" Rat snaps, turning to address the new threat and the scene before her was grizzly, earning a chill running down her spine. That thing did that to Fen... Like it was nothing! She needed an escape route, she looks about wildly, the doors were all barred and the windows welded over with metal... But she had a lascutter! Why hadn't she thought of it before! "Cover my ass!" she shouts, darting pass the scuffle to the window, swinging her bag off her shoulders as she went to get at the item. If Fen was lost, then at least a few of them could get out... Maybe... Hopefully. Where was the fething mechanicus priest with their backup?!


Fenrila : She whimpered and cursed, biting her lip, she knew what to do now as her hands automatically went to the pocket with the pillcase and she popped it open, taking the pill in her hand. She whimpered, she didn't want to die but she could feel it... she could feel the pill as a weight too. No she wasn't going to go out like this. She gulped and drew upon the powers of the warp.


She felt the warp course through her, guiding her aim as she looked transfixed at the mouth of the Xenos. "Hey you fething filth... have a snack." She cursed whispering as she tossed the pill at it.


NPC: The pill looked like it was about to bounce clean off the creatures head when, against all odds, it breathed at the moment the pill smacked up near the nostrils on its face, the pill shot up into its nose and presumably its lungs and yet it seemed unaffected.


Cain "Grim" Callidon: Keying his Microbead Cain pulls something from his belt. "Guys. Close your eyes."


Hal: Hal closed his eyes. But then opened them again because it felt silly to do so, what was Cain up to? They were all acting so strange.


Cain "Grim" Callidon: With only a moments thought Cain armed the Photon Flash Grenade and tossed it towards the Genestealer shutting his eyes and hunching down turning from the effects.


The people within the blast effect screamed as the Genestealers roar in agony at being blinded struck out from the grenades flash.

Without pause Cain activated the Stummer on his belt.


She looked horrified at what that thing did to Fenrila but they were not out of this yet, she looked around, it seemed above to where the exit was and where Rat was working on something was a way out, but near her there were still many robed individuals and even some armed bouncers in the distance. So perhaps she needed to make herself a target. She walked with determination to the nearest robed heretic and shot at him point blank range. Hoping this would give the others time to escape.


But her shot goes wide and she looked even more fearful, had she not prayed to the emperor today?

Cortez Sigismund: Cortez rounded on the attacker that had come at him from behind and brought his bolt pistol up Holding down the trigger to discharge the weapon more than once into the foul hybrid that stood before him.


NPC: The hybrids leg explodes in a shower of gore and eruption of blood the tiny splinters of clothing and bone scything through the air, though Cortez's armour prevented him being injured by the improvised shrapnel.


Cortez Sigismund: "Sit, Stay, Good boy." Cortez said with a grin as he saw what the bolt pistol had done


NPC: As the hybrid drops dead his robes open exposing an arm that could only belong to a genestealer and a face only a genestealer-infected mother could love.


Hal: Hal was still running, he was almost back and had the teleportation rod in his hands, why the others deemed this a situation to plant it already he had no idea but they could take the wrath of the Inquisitor, he was blameless after all, just following orders like a obedient Tech-Priest. With a murmured prayer of forgiveness for treating it as he had to, he pressed the activation rites.


Hal: Successful he let loose of the rod on the ground as he continued moving while drawing his hell-pistol.


NPC: Suddenly there is a crackling red flash three times as the Inquisitor and Brother Mortis and Brother Vanidus teleported in near the beacon.

Hardian engaged his own helmet comms to the team channel. "Ok. Explain the situation."


Hal: Hal turned and bowed, "Apologies inquisitor I was merely following orders, apparently there is, according to my comrades, a dire situation within the club there also appear some agitated individuals with guns in front of us, how curious."


Fenrila : Fenrila looked at the Genestealer and felt the taint within her spread still. "Gene... Genestealer... bit me.... Fuck you Hal."


Hal: He blinked and frowned. "Why did none of you report a genestealer to me? How wasteful to not share such data. But that explains matters."


Cain "Grim" Callidon: Cain began an short, but clinical report. "One purestain, it has bitten Fenrila. Couple hundred potential hybrids."


NPC: The Bartender with the Webber once more aimed trying to hit Cortez with the Webber.


NPC: The Bartender's shot rings true ensnaring Cortez and sending him crashing to the floor immobilised and helpless.

Suddenly most of those enemies present rush forwards, towards the Genestealer.


The three at the door begin to beat on the Ceramite Portcullis with the butts of their weapons. It was then that the team noticed all those in the club seem to have gone wild-eyed and concerned.


And that was when Fenrila noticed the Genestealer beginning to, of all horrifying things, melt before her gaze the very flesh and bone coming apart as it screams in agony only to choke on its melting entrails as it drops dead still melting at Fenrila's feet. "Get away from it Fen!" Cain calls out. The Life-Eater virus was notoriously infectious.


NPC: Brother Vanidus had listened into the reports and strode forwards a few feet and simply opened fire on the three near the door with his bolter.


The cultist standing right in front of him collapsed as his ribcage emerged from the front of his chest to taunt him.

Brother Mortis stepped up and also worked to rake them with Bolter fire. "FOR THE EMPEROR!" He roared.


The bolt shells simple exploded the other two bouncers without even a pause.


The Inquisitor however was only a man. Only a man carrying an Inferno pistol striding up after hearing the reports he looked at the offending ceramite door. "Pathetic Xenos scum." And fired his weapon at the portcullis.


The portcullis began to distort and melt under the heat put out by the Inferno pistol, the pistol designed to be a threat even to tanks having little trouble opening the entrance.


Cybil "Rat" Threxis : Hearing the brothers over the commlink, the bickering and now the sudden bursts of light and other various sounds, Rat forsakes the entire idea of grabbing the lascutter in favor of shifting further back, towards the opening, though not without firing a shot off at the bartender who had caught Cortez, "Sij, you're losing your edge."


Cortez Sigismund: "At least I have one." Cortez shouted back


Cybil "Rat" Threxis : "Use it to get your ass free, then. Please. I would've never been snared by one of those pathetic guns."


Cain "Grim" Callidon: "No, you get snared by people leaving out shinies." Cain snorted over the microbead, using humour to conceal his deep concern for Fenrila.


Fenrila : She looked at the puddle that was the genestealer and she felt relief before her worry returned, but they weren't completely out of the woods yet. With a hiss of pain she raised her hellpistol in her hand and fired a shot after a moment of aiming at one of the approaching cloaked weirdos.


Cain "Grim" Callidon: The cultist crumples down dead with a shot through his neck.


Cain waited a moment. "Brutilla quick, head towards Cortez!"


She obeyed and ran as fast as she could, pushing people out of the way.


Cain "Grim" Callidon: Now seeing Brutilla move clear, but before she could finish her own round Cain unleashed another sweeping blast of his flame pistol. "Burn you Xenos loving freaks, may the Emperor shit on your souls from a great height!"


Most of the civilians within the blast were slain outright from the flames.

But the Hybrid heading their way was not.


Cain "Grim" Callidon: Though the fucker caught fire.


Brutilla von Solarus : Feeling the heat dogging her she took a wild shot at a robed cultist.


Cortez Sigismund: Cortez meanwhile struggled with the webbing that encased him, tring to get free of the substance and wondering where in the name of the emperor the bartender had even gotten such an exotic weapon.


NPC: The Bartender with the Stubber mocked over the bar. "You seem to be in a bind friend. Let me help you." Cortez hears the sound of a shotgun being racked.


Hal: Hal runs, trying to catch up to the inquisitor and the space marines to see what in the blazes was going inside the club, were they doing one of those curious 'orgy' things that somehow involves procreation with multiple people all at the same time?


NPC: The events suddenly turned for the worse for the Hybrids and suddenly there was a stampede for the other exit as one of the Bartenders hit the release on the doors opening the portcullis at the other end.


Meanwhile Cortez could hear the Bartender coming around the bar.


The rest of the armed attackers struggling to get through the crowd.


Brother Vanidus enters the chamber shoving past Hal before aiming a single shot at the Bartender's head.


Brother Mortis moves in. "You weren't at practice drill at 03:00 Vanidus. It shows." He attempted to do the same.


Vanidus looks askance at Mortis. "Did you check the sights during morning rites Brother?"


Inquisitor Hardian Van Telserine Del Shanxi: Hardian walks in between the brothers and looks at the Bartender.


A barrage of Force Bolts leapt from the Inquisitors outstretched hand, a hand occupied by a crackling blade etched with deep runic letters.


The Bartender and two armed cultists nearest Cortez simply exploded into pulp as they were pummelled by the Inquisitors vast mental will. "Investigation team. Withdraw."


The Inquisitor looked every bit as powerful as the Marines next to him, despite being a good two feet shorter.


Cortez Sigismund: "Sure sir... just give me a moment to get free of this gunk..." Cortez replied as he wriggled in the webbing


Cybil "Rat" Threxis : Ignoring the Inquisitor's orders for now, seeing the way cleared... well, and coated with pulped cultist... Rat runs to Cortez's side, drawing out her bolo knife to cut him free. "Hold still..."


NPC: The webber's webbing wasn't so solidly stuck as it seemed the blade of the knife removing the webbings worst effects, though now she had the gunk all over her hand and blade preventing her from letting go of it.


Cortez Sigismund: "My thanks, Cybil," Cortez said as he looked at her hands.... "I suggest we follow the inquisitors orders and get out of her, we can fix that later." He said refering to her hands.


Cain "Grim" Callidon: Cain looked at Fenrila. "Get out of here, we'll get you help before you succumb. Or i'll give you the peace of the Emperor's light before the taint can take it from you. I promise."


Fenrila : She looked at Cain, fear in her eyes and she just nodded, turning around and ran.


Cain "Grim" Callidon: Cain thought about flaming the group again. But he followed orders instead heading outside, and thoughtfully, and doubly carefully, put an arm around Fenrila helping conceal her, and her wound, from the sight of anyone that might be about the streets.


Brutilla von Solarus : She too followed the inquisitor's orders, seeing the angels of death had arrived with him to cleanse this place of Xenos taint.


Cortez Sigismund: "Go." Cortez said to Cybil as he raised his pistol and aimed at the nearest hybrid. "I'll cover you." He said be fore he opened fire.


NPC: The cultist drops down dead in his own robes as a genestealer arm it had been concealing was blown off.


Hal: Hal turned towards Fenrila, looking at the wound and gestured, bitten by the purestrain you claim to have witnessed inside? His Medicae Mechadendrite was twitching.


Fenrila : She winced and nodded, lookign fearful at those needs of his. "Yes. Uhm... Hal I prefer this looked at later..." By someone much more skilled perhaps she thought to herself.


Hal: He nodded, "Of course." And calmly raised his hell pistol, aiming at her face but not pulling the trigger, yet.


Cain "Grim" Callidon: Cain looked at Hal, as he shielded Fenrila a bit more. "Put that way Hal, it was bad enough when you shot Dave. If she starts to turn i'll bring the Emperor's peace to her myself."


Fenrila : She looked wide-eyed at the gun, shivering.


Hal: He turned to look at Cain, cocking his head as if curious and then lowered the pistol, shaking his head in a dissapointed fashion.


NPC: The Hybrids and Cultists continued running as the still frazzled ones with weapons attempted to cover their retreat opening forcing themselves through the crowd.


And then Brother Mortis and Vanidus stepped forwards lowering their Bolters. And then the roaring of fully automatic fire began.


The group of armed cultists and the burning hybrid were annihilated by the barrage of extremely expensive ammunition.


NPC: A haunting breeze rises up around the Inquisitor as more bolts of force leapt from his mind at the retreating enemy.


The bolts ripped out and destroyed seven more enemies of the Emperor as Hardian smote them with his mind. Now the enemy was in full rout.


Inquisitor Hardian Van Telserine Del Shanxi: With that the Marines began a relentless advance as the rest of the team escaped the building safely. "Return to your inn. I will join you soon. Then we will see what ... treatment... is in order for Fenrila's predicament."


The constant sound of bolter fire echoed in their ears as they were forced to leave.

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Hal: Hal turns to the inquisitor, "The Mechanicus was sending two Prateroian units to assist me, us with these developments, they would arrive shortly I imagine."


Cortez Sigismund: Cortez stormed out of the club and up to Hal, drawing his latheblade and positioning it at the tech-priests throat as he did. "Give me one good reason why i should sever your head right now mechanicus." He growled. "You disregarded evidence and refused to follow orders. Had you not been so obstinate Fenrilla may not have been injured in the first place!" He added, clearly quite angry as he pressed the blade just close enough to pierce skin but otherwise do no damage.


Hal: Hal blinked and looked at Cortez. "Four reasons I can offer, Sargeant Cortez. Reason 1." K-9 growled, "K-9 would not like it. Reason 2, I have a imperial hell pistol pointed at your stomach. Reason 3 you disobeyed a direct order of our inquisitor to not engage the genestealer cult. Reason 4 the inquisitor might take offense to your disassembly attempt of myself."


Cain "Grim" Callidon: "That's what he said to Dave." Cain told Fenrila sagely.


Hal: He blinked. "Addendum, reason 5, it might be that Fenrila's only chance of continued survival lies with me."


Brutilla von Solarus : She sighed and stepped next to Cortez, "It matters not, not now, put down your pistol Cortez, let the Inquisitor handle this. This whole investigation has turned into a mess."


Cain "Grim" Callidon: Cain looks at Rat. "No, if one shoots the other you don't get to have their stuff." Before she can speak.


Cybil "Rat" Threxis : Rat narrows her eyes on Hal, giving a rude gesture of her hand to Cain. "You left us, without consent. You left us in this den. And then you wasted time when Cortez told you to get back..." She grits her teeth, eyes flickering between Cortez and Fenrila. They both could be dead by now, if only by a few seconds chance that the inquisitor arrived in a timely fashion. "If she dies or turns into one of those things, you better lock up tight as you can, cog heap and pray to your scrap god I can't get past it..."


Cortez pressed the blade a little closer as his anger was obviously not subsiding. You don't have a single empathic thought in you do you mechanicus, you care nothing for any of our lives, and that I consider a danger to the Cell as a whole. If you can't work with us, as a team, instead of just doing whatever you want I suggest you request a transfer." Cortez said with barely controlled fury.


Cain "Grim" Callidon: Cain looked at Cortez and could see that he wasn't about to just back down that easily. The Guardsman, a veteran of the front line, was unlikely to be that easily swayed. "Cort, we've got bigger problems to deal with I want to get Fenrila back to the Bishop before one of those escaping cultists decides to follow us."


Fenrila : She was still holding her hell pistol and shot it in the air. "ENough!" She shouted and shuddered. "I am not even sure if I should not have been shot yet, can we just obey the inquisitors order and get to the lodgings, if I am not a liability and they can't... track me... with this, what they did to me." She bit her lip and then turned her pistol around ,extending the handle of it towards Cain. "Take it, my sword to."


Cain "Grim" Callidon: Cain took the weapons gently. Not certain that she didn't hit some poor bastard on a floor overhead somewhere with that shot.


Cybil "Rat" Threxis : Rat looks at Cain, a bit irritably that he was so ready to back down on this when he was always placing himself as Fen's protector. She sighs and carefully pushes against the flat of Cortez' blade, moving it away. "C'mon, Sij... They've got a point... We need to get Fen away from here..." Her attention snaps to Hal as he prepares to speak, "Shut up, now! You aren't helping yourself."


Hal: Hal blinked and lowered his pistol, then holstered it. <"K-9, tail wagging mode."> The Cyber mastiff let out a bark and started wagging its cybernetic tail. "I agree with Fenrila."


Cortez Sigismund: Cortez's eyes never left Hal as he slowly withdrew the blade before slamming it home in its sheath. "I advise you don't test my patience further Hal, You are right your skills are still needed, But if i think you are putting this cell in danger again I won't hesitate to let you speak in your defence." Cortez said before he turned away and startead heading back to the Bishop


Hal: "Duly noted sergeant Cortez." Hal said to his back and walked after their cell leader.


Cain "Grim" Callidon: As the team began the walk back Cain turned to Cortez. "Cort, regardless of your thoughts on that matter. I think we handled that all the wrong way." Cain began. "We leapt in there, ignoring Fenrila's ill feelings because we wanted this done with. I think next time we need a new approach..." And he paused. "You and Rat if someone needs to get in quiet, the rest of us in supporting positions, if what Fenrila said to me is right, it was her presence that compromised us all, that and they let Brutilla in knowing that she was a phoney." He explained what he'd overheard in more detail.


Cortez Sigismund: "We were certainly ill prepared." Cortez replied. "And now the cult know we're about. I suspect it will take some time before Fenrilla can be cleansed of the bite. we should spend that time gathering intel as quietly as we can."


Cain "Grim" Callidon: "I know i'm not leaving the Bishop without my rifle again." Cain said with a nod.


Brutilla von Solarus : She was listening in and added her own bit. "We should... the imperial cathedral here is also a infested place I fear, before all things went wrong we heard that the former owner of the phoenix club had been taken there to met someone called 'the father' rather ominous."


Cybil "Rat" Threxis : Rat rubs her hands on her pants, irritably before pausing, "Hey... I just realized something... All that firefight, the security clamping down... Where were the arbites in all this?..."


Cortez Sigismund: "I fear the spread of this cult has gone much deeper than the inquisitor suspects. I was tasked to investigate the local imperial guard recruiting office, I suspect the arbitrators would also be infected."


Cain "Grim" Callidon: Cain also shrugged. "This deep in the underhive rat, the Arbites are more likely to cheer on people shooting up fronts like that anyway."


Cybil "Rat" Threxis : Rat turns away to spit on her hand, hoping the enzymes would break down the sticky grime as she keeps trying to rub it off. "Yeah... But I don't trust Fen to be in these hospitals... It's gotta look bad. They'll be able to find her. She should go back with the Inquisitor..." Her eyes dart to Cain, "And this deep in the underhive, you'd think that they'd be more than ready to come in and clamp down on whichever side was the weakened loser." She grits her teeth before shaking her head, "Whatever, regardless, this whole place should be purged..."

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Narrator: The team makes its way back to the Bellowing Bishop the trip taking slightly longer than normal due to Fenrila's injury, but thirty minutes after that, while Cain was trying to gently wash the wound with a cloth a tall man comes in wearing a long dark trench. It takes a moment to recognise the Inquisitor out of his powered armour. "Everyone to Cain's room." He said without any further ado into the Microbead.


Cortez Sigismund: Cortez wasted no time at the inquistors order and was in Cains room in short order.


Fenrila : She looked up fearfully at the inquisitor but took a deep breath, it was time to face the music as her parents once said, funny they said the same when the black ships came for their tithe.


Hal: Hal was standing outside Cain's door and followed in right after the Inquisitor ordered them to.


Brutilla von Solarus : She had been praying, for all of them and for Fenrila when she heard the summons and responded quickly.


Cybil "Rat" Threxis : Rat dawdles to return, having lit a lhostick. She takes a slow drag, attempting to calm down after the events. After everyone else had filed in, Rat slips through the door and closes it behind her, staying further away from the inquisitor with the lhostick between her lips.


Inquisitor Hardian Van Telserine Del Shanxi: The Inquisitor moved over across the room to Fenrila and gently grabbed her shoulder beyond the bite as he exposed, for a second so quick as to be missed, a humorous side. "This ladies in gentlemen is why you don't accept candy from strange xenos in unmarked limousines." He put on a pair of glasses and looked closer at it.


All those present could see his hand on the holster holding his inferno pistol as he transferred his gaze to her face and flashed a small light into one eye then the other. "Why didn't you take the suicide pill provided?" He asked finally standing up working to come to a decision.


Fenrila : She gulped, trying to meet the inquisitor's gaze."At that time and place, well... the Genestealer Xenos needed the pill more than I did." She blinked. "Sir." She added quickly.


Inquisitor Hardian Van Telserine Del Shanxi: The first response was simply a cocked eyebrow. Then he looked at Cain who just nodded. "I must inform you Fenrila." He said ominously....

...


...

"That it was a suicide pill, not a xenocide pill. I frown on improper use of resources provided to you." He finished.


Cybil "Rat" Threxis : "Worked though..." Rat mumbles.


Fenrila : She gulped. "I apologize that erased the evidence of the genestealer to yo-" She blinked and bit her lip. "Noted, sir." She then looked at his holster. "What will happen to me now?"


Inquisitor Hardian Van Telserine Del Shanxi: Hardian facepalmed. "I was joking..." He said before muttering under his breath. 'Pin a fancy I on someones chest and they're unfunny bastards forever after.' He turned to look back at Fenrila. "I will take you for treatment. If the treatment fails you will be shot in the head. I must warn you, that the odds are... not great." He said sombrely as he took a seat, though his hand still hadn't left his pistol. "And if you show signs of sympathising with them before we're done there is no helping and you will die then and there anyway."


Hal: "I could assist." Hal ventured, raising his medicae mechadendrite. "I am quite skilled with medical procedures as it happens."


Fenrila : She ignored Hal and just nodded, looking resolved with her fate, whatever happens. "Understood sir. I... I think I can confirm there is a genestealer magus... he... I think he senses me and I did him, he told me that purestrain was coming for me, called me a big shining light they wanted to have."


Cain "Grim" Callidon: Cain looked at the Inquisitor. "Sir, I insist on being present. I promised Fen that if it came to it i'd deliver her to the Emperor's peace myself before ... they... could taint her beyond the Emperor's salvation."


Inquisitor Hardian Van Telserine Del Shanxi: The Inquisitor nodded at Cain before turning back to Fenrila. "A Magos confirmed, damnation, I hadn't wanted to believe the infection had been present long enough for one to be born. This is a bad thing, a Genestealer Patriarch will be dangerous enough without a Magos at his right hand."


He sat back straighter. "Now, before I take Ms Fenrila here for treatment, what in the Emperor's name happened?"


Cortez Sigismund: "To put it in simple terms sir. We messed up." Cortez said clearly. "We went in with little intelligence and as it turned out very little understanding of the club or how widespread this taint appears to be."


"We rushed things and in an attempt to prove your trust in us was not misplacced we got in over our heads." Cortez added after a moment.


Hal: "I would like to point out I suggested a different course of action but was sadly overruled despite my logical arguments to the contrary." Hal piped up.


Cain "Grim" Callidon: Cain looked up. "We got intel that someone was muscling in on an underhive gang leader who ran the club, we acted on too little information, or too old, I didn't see anyone working there who didn't stand up for the stealers."


Cybil "Rat" Threxis : Rat watches on uncertainly, dropping the last of the lhostick into a vase with water and a few flowers.


Brutilla von Solarus : She looked hard at Hal. "Then I would like to point out that Hal here disobeyed Cortez and I had to command him to use the teleportation beacon to summon you to the scene, Inquisitor, sir." She then turned to the inquisitor. "We did learn that the cathedral might be a place of headquarters of some kind, they took the old club boss there. I too have other information that it seems the clerics are tainted, notably due to my easy entry to the club dressed as a cleric of the emperor. A true cleric however."


She sighed. "I fear though, if this hivelink of theirs extends far, that if we now went to the cethedral we discover anything."


Inquisitor Hardian Van Telserine Del Shanxi: Hardian considered the situation and looked at Hal debating whether to do anything. If what the Cleric said was true and he had no reason to doubt it was the Adept had to have some reason to disregard orders. But for now he focussed on the Cathedral. "Well, I picked up a new member for my Retinue after that purge that you may meet later depending on Fenrila's fate. But for now you're on ice, poke around, but quietly, for a week. Don't enter any establishment you suspect may be compromised. Just listen, in a week time I will personally go over the intelligence you've gathered and decide what further course of action you lot will have, if any, in this matter." He stood up back straight. "Fenrila, Cain, Hal, you come with me." He said leaving the room without further ado.


Cain "Grim" Callidon: Cain sighed to himself. A moments glimpse of an Inquisitor with a sense of humour and now it was back to pole-up-arse guy. He thought to himself as he retrieved his rifle and the krak grenades he'd left behind before.


Fenrila : She stood up and smiled ruefully. "See you all soon, huh?" She said to Brutilla, Cortez and Rat. "Don't poke the hivemind while im gone." She rubbed her cheek, assuming she would be back.


Cybil "Rat" Threxis : Rat quickly moves forward to Fenrila's side and plants a quick kiss upon her brow. "I'll see you when you're all better, Fen," she offers a small smile before drawing back and away quickly. She nods to Cain, "Keep the cog-head away from her, ya?"


Hal: Hal was twitching his Mechadendrite in eager anticipation, it was fun to experiment, if there indeed was a way to cleanse the taint of such a xenos infestation then eh would gladly observe it, or even better execute it.


Cortez Sigismund: "You recover fenrilla," Cortez said softly before the psyker left. "Your actions today showed creative thinking, a good trait to have in an inquisition agent."


Cybil "Rat" Threxis : She looks about at those who remained, brow knitting as she raises a hand to count, puzzling over the math. "Oh... We all get our own rooms, now..."


Brutilla von Solarus : "May the Emperor watch over you, for he safeguards all who show him true devotion." She quated, ignoring the fact that she was a psyker, she was a comrade above everything.


Cain "Grim" Callidon: Cain got up from slinging his rifle onto his back. "This is still my room, and I doubt that Hal is going to get to stay wherever she'll be treated. But Rat, I recommend you bunk with Cortez for now, Hal can bunk with Brutilla, she's less likely to murder him in his sleep than you two right now." Cain left with the Inquisitor and Fenrila a moment later.


Hal: "Be sure to identify yourself to K-9 when entering my room, otherwise he shall see you as a adversary. And as the ancient terrans said, auf wiedersehen." With that he shuffled after the inquisitor and the others.


Cybil "Rat" Threxis : Rat juts out her lower lip in a pout and makes a face at Cain's back as he left before letting her gaze drift to Cortez. She frowns at the mention of K-9 and crosses her arms. She'd disassemble that mutt into nothing but spare parts if he gave her any trouble!


Narrator: 2 Hours later.


Cain, Fenrila and Hal found themselves in a hospital with Imperial Storm Troopers guarding the door to the ward the Inquisitor had sequestered for his own use. His private Medicae coming down from the Gun-Cutter to examine Fenrila.


NPC: "Foolish girl. Never let genestealers give you hickeys, the scars last a lot longer than if that strapping young fellow there was to do it." He began going over her with an Auspex unit designed for the task.


Hal: Hal made a bow, "Can I be of assistance in the matter at hand? Or observe? It must be a fascinating procedure."


Fenrila : "I was afraid the Xenos didn't take no for a answer." She stood still and let the Medicae do his work.


NPC: The doctor turned to Hal and looked at him down his glasses. "You can bless the machines and otherwise keep out of my way unless I say otherwise. You can help, but you will be patient or become A patient... am I clear?" He said having little tolerance for those who carelessly threw away their humanity in exchange for the machines. "Now now dear. We'll see what we can do to make you well. And if we... well if we can't make you well I'm told your friend here will make your passing a merciful one before the taint takes hold. Isn't that nice of him." He said moving over to an array of instruments.


"You are afraid of needles?" He said checking her chart and turning back to Fenrila.


Fenrila : She let out a fearful sound but bit her lip. Taking a deep breath she replied, "I... yes... but more afraid of dying by Xenos infestation so I'll survive some needles I think."


Hal: Giddy with anticipation Hal started to bless the equipment in binary, while reading his own medical mechadendrite to assist.


Cain "Grim" Callidon: Cain could almost see the fear in her eyes as he looked on and saw the doctor pick up a very large hypodermic need. "Fenrila. Just look at me." And with that he kissed her.


She blinked and widened her eyes, the kiss was nothing to speak about but it surprised her, but she didn't felt a need to slap cain. "I... uhm.. Cain, this really isn't-"


NPC: The Doctor looked on at the distraction and 'aww'd before sticking the distracted psyker in the arm with the tranquilisers laden with a heavy dose of psy-suppressors.


Moments later she was out cold.


"How sweet. Bring flowers when she wakes up next time handsome. Even if you can't kiss for shit." The Doctor chuckled.


Hal: Hal looked at Cain, "You are showing a disturbing ammount of emotion for her Cain, quite illogical of you. I had expected better from your training." He made a tutting sound.


Cain "Grim" Callidon: "Just think back to the first time you plugged into a USB port Hal." Cain remarked back.


Hal: Hal frowned, "Kissing is like a inflow of data to determine the next course of action or provide information?"


Cain "Grim" Callidon: "Definitely." Cain replied.


NPC: After several hours of work involving more needles than Fenrila would ever have been comfortable with away the Doctor turned to Hal and Cain. "You two can go back to your lodgings, I'm told the Inquisitor is waiting there at the moment, the treatment begun early enough to matter. She'll be fine in about a week."


Narrator: As Hal and Cain were headed back to the Bellowing Bishop suddenly Cain spotted someone in the distance leading a small group of nobles down deeper into the hive. Franco Del Corta.


Cain "Grim" Callidon: Cain removed his rifle from his back and moved over to the balcony bracing himself on it as he went to one knee and began carefully aiming down the scope. Franco was wearing cheap but rich looking clothes.


He began sighting in on the noble and flicked his fire selector to the Dum-Dums and took a while to steady his aim.


Hal: Hal looked oddly at Cain, "What are you doing? This is not the time to calibrate one's sight." With a snap-hiss of the silencer the shot rang out across the long range.


Narrator: The round screamed across the distance and slammed into Del Cortas' back hard enough to hurl him two metres forwards onto his face, his spine severed and heart exploded from the force of the shot. The small cluster of nobles looking around and seeing nobody, looking frightened they headed for the elevators back into the upper levels of the hive certain that it had in fact been one of them that was the target.


Cain "Grim" Callidon: "Just a little work on the side." Cain said as he began a peaceful walk over and claimed a trophy from the body as proof to his people the deed was done.


Hal: "I see." Hal said while following, looking when Cain collected some kind of trophy, once he was done Hal shrugged wit hhis shoulders and Mechadendrite to frisk the body. "It is illogical for a corpse to keep any belongings that might be of note."


Cain "Grim" Callidon: Cain does a quick rifle over the body and locates a small compact needle pistol concealed in the bodies armpit loaded with a clip of darts as well as, in the mans boot, a note. Pocketing the needle pistol Cain looks at Hal.


Hal: Hal blinked, "What a strange place for a weapon, either case, shall we move on, I do believe the Arbites might wander here and I think neither of us wish to answer questions."


Cain "Grim" Callidon: Cain opens the note. "We are discovered, the dogs of the eagle found the Phoenix and probably the Cathedral. We have relocated into the Sewers of LV-426 prepared for our exodus. The Manufactorum is to continue as planned." Cain read aloud.


Hal: He froze and turned slowly to Cain. "They what..." HE said slowly with a almost mechanical growl.


Cain "Grim" Callidon: "We need to get this back, now." Cain said begginning a jog for the Bishop that Hal should have been able to match without a problem.


Hal: Still growling and cursing in binary Hal followed, they dared to desecrate a sacred manufactorum even further! It would be cleansed! In the name of the Omnissiah!


Narrator: After another ten minutes they entered the Bishop and entered Cain's room while he asked everyone to attend to him in that room.


Inquisitor Hardian Van Telserine Del Shanxi: The Inquisitor entered and looked at Cain before turning ot the others. "I've had word from Doc Keyland. Fenrila will be ok and on her feet in a week, though i'm told Cain also tried to sweep her of her feet..."


Cain "Grim" Callidon: Cain frowned at the Inquisitor and cursed himself his impulse as he turned to the rest and pulled out the note he'd discovered glossing over the fact he'd just shot a man in cold blood for coin to get it.


Cybil "Rat" Threxis : Rat watches Cain, acting aloof and as if she was hardly paying attention. She didn't care if the assassin was putting the moves of the nutcase, -obviously-.


Brutilla von Solarus : She balled her hands into fists when she heard about the contents of the note. It was glad tidings about Fenrila but this news, this confirmed it, the imperial church had been violated, the imperial creed on this world desecrated, it had to be cleansed. "I... I request permission to venture out and cleanse the taint that has befallen the cathedral and to show the loyal population of this world that a true cleric of the god-emperor walks among them who is working to eradicate the sins of the xenos that have invaded upon this world and hive."


Inquisitor Hardian Van Telserine Del Shanxi: "Not alone, and not yet," Hardian said to Brutilla shaking his head. "Once Fenrila is well, I may allow the Brothers to get flamers and assist, they have probably trapped the building to the Warp and back."


Cybil "Rat" Threxis : Rat raises her head, "I'll join, Tilly, Inquisitor Hard-i-arse, actually. If you'll allow it. Perhaps if we act now we could catch some of them in there."


She rubs her jaw, looking sidelong, "Worst case, we just scout and confirm if this is a ruse or not. I should have no problem getting close, after all."


Inquisitor Hardian Van Telserine Del Shanxi: The sudden movement of the Inquisitor surprised Rat as did the knee to her Solar Plexus, the force behind it drawn back from the Inquisitors obvious full potential reducing Rat to being on her knees wheezing on the floor from the blow. "Respect cur. Is always due an Inquisitor."


Cybil "Rat" Threxis : She coughs and tries to draw in a breath, a look of pure contempt smoldering from her as she glares up at the Inquisitor. "That all you got?" she spits at his boots. "The captain slapped us around as children harder than that," she snarls.


Brutilla von Solarus : She stepped forwards, trying to interpose herself between the inquisitor and rat. "Apologize to the inquisitor Rat." She said calmly.


Inquisitor Hardian Van Telserine Del Shanxi: The shot missed Cybil by a hairs breath when she dodged out of the way before the Inquisitor had a boot on her leg and pressed the barrel of his pistol into her neck branding a burn there. "Annoy me again and you'll be dealing with far worse."


Hal: Hal looked upon what is happening and turned to Cortez who hadn't said a word thus far. "Excuse me, but this probably means we have lost... what are the words, our deposit on the rooms?"


Cain "Grim" Callidon: Cain meanwhile tipped the water from the Vase on the section the blast had hit to cool it down quickly. "Not if we move one of these cabinets to hide it..."


Brutilla von Solarus : "Please! In name of the emperor we all serve, stop this. My lord, I am not disobedient but if we wish to maintain any sort of secrecy then we must cease this before the staff of this establishment come to investigate."


Cybil "Rat" Threxis : She continues to glare up at the inquisitor, breathing heavily through her nose as she bites down on her urge to scream at the burn. "We both know... my breathing annoys you, Inquisitor..." She gnashes her teeth, "But hey, sooner or later, I'm sure you'll take the trash out. Cuz no matter what I can do, or what I know, or however much grime you have me crawl through, that's all I fething am to you or anyone in this room!"


Inquisitor Hardian Van Telserine Del Shanxi: The Inquisitor shifted his aim up to her head. "It can be as useful grime, or the sort I remove. Your silence from now on in my presence will indicate you prefer the latter." Hardian said before holstering his pistol.


Cortez Sigismund: Cortez leaned forward and squeezed Cybils shoulder enough to get her attention before giving her a look that said 'let it go'.


Inquisitor Hardian Van Telserine Del Shanxi: The Inquisitors patience had struck it's end. "Brutilla, when the time comes you may investigate and purge it with whomever here you wish to go with you, and the Brother-Marines of the Deathwatch. Until then. Be ghosts. Don't let them find you." Without further ado Hardian stomped out of the room with a thought directed at Rat. 'Don't test me again.' st me again.'