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[IC] - Dark Heresy : Optimus Usurpo
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"Go up, thou bald head." -2 Kings 2:23
The ganger that Paba is holding on to starts to come around.
Boaz hands Viswanat a stack of 20 thrones. "Use what you need for now and the rest for later."
He snaps a quick point towards the noisy Break Room. "Behind that hall, within two hours from now is when we will be there. With the Emperor's blessing we should get actual information from him."
"Go up, thou bald head." -2 Kings 2:23
As you approach, a slit in the door slides open, and a beady eye peers through. "Whatchoo wan'?" a deep voice rumbles.
"Go up, thou bald head." -2 Kings 2:23
The eye looks you up and down, and you hear a strange sound, almost like someone snorting - but much louder and longer than you would think humanly possible.
"Came fr'm Scribe?" the deep voice says. "Yeh, you fine then." You hear the sound of bolts and locks being drawn back, and the door swings open for you.
"Oh sweet God-Emp'rer," the ganger whimpers.
"I's - I's just a new runner wif th' 'Lectric Path! We's been at war wif Jerricus an' his boys fer months now, an' your friends come in and talk up th' guy what was friendly wif him and double-crossed us!"
"Go up, thou bald head." -2 Kings 2:23
"Nahlright, off ye git now," Paba remarks as he shoves the ganger out the door.
The Ogryn folds his face up in what you guess is a smile, and he lets out a rumbling chuckle. "Huh huh huh! I jus' make sure th' doc dun need a doc." He winks, obviously pleased with his play on words.
There is a hiss of static and you hear the distinctive metallic rasp of a vocoder box behind you. "I'm the one who'll mend your bones and stitch your wounds, stranger," the voice says. You turn and see a small, wizened old man with a pair of biotic eyes and a vocoder box in his throat. "It's best if we keep our names to ourselves, yes?" he says. "Just tell me what needs fixing and I'll see what I can do."
"Go up, thou bald head." -2 Kings 2:23
"Go up, thou bald head." -2 Kings 2:23
"The wound was more painful than it was deadly," he says while winding some gauze around your chest to protect the stitches. "It should heal within a few days, God-Emperor willing." He ties off the gauze and recites a prayer of recovery, making the sign of the aquila over your body.
"Twenty-five thrones is my fee, young sir."
((You have recovered 1 Wound, bringing you up to 9.))
"Go up, thou bald head." -2 Kings 2:23
"Unness yoo fightin' wid de Arbites," adds Silly.
Paba and Boaz found a willing seller of some heavy-duty rope suitable for use on their journey through the ruined part of the hive, as well as purchasing some fasteners and a couple cheap hammers to help them keep the rope in place. They also managed to procure four sets of work gloves to protect their hands from rope burn.
Cain should be meeting you all behind the bar any time now.
((You now have enough rope to last you through your journey into the collapsed area of the hive as well as the aforementioned supplies - as far as cutting the rope, your bladed weapons should more than suffice. Deduct 40 thrones for expenses. Let me know if you also want to have procured a lascutter or grapnel - those would cost 60 and 30 thrones, respectively.))
((Either you got them already or you don't get them - they would have taken most of the time you had to find.))
He comes to a stop in front of Boaz, eying the gear he and Paba were carrying. "You decided to bring some rope along - good," he says. "You have a grapnel?"
"Go up, thou bald head." -2 Kings 2:23
"And why not stay even less involved and thus chart a route to the Librum? I have reservations bringing you along," Boaz interjects.
"A lascutter? Hmm..." Cain thinks for a moment. "Well, I don't have one, but if you wish to purchase one, I might know someone. I suppose I can stop there before we descend."
"Heh, there's any number of beasts make their home in those ruins. Don't pay them any mind and they won't bother you, usually."
"I'm wary about you, preacher, because of the timing of your request, and because you were not referred to me by my usual channels. Normally I would have little reservation about guiding people in the ruins, because they have been sent to me by those I trust.
As for making a map... such a thing would not be possible. It would be difficult enough to chart a route using landmarks easy enough to be recognized by outsiders, but the nature of the place means that sometimes a path you take one week may be gone another. And in any case, making maps is contrary to my vocation. Only tourists need a guide when maps are available."
((I assume we'll just skip ahead to meeting him back at the lift, then?))
"I've got a grapnel and lascutter," he says, leaning close so as to not be overheard. "On top of my fee, that comes out to 160 thrones. And you get to keep the lascutter, even."
A large bell sounds, signaling the arrival of the lift. People begin to file in, but it's obvious Cain won't be getting on board until he's been paid.