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(IC) Rogue Trader: A Fresh Start

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    lodwilklodwilk Registered User regular
    edited April 2010
    Upon hearing the captains orders, Vorgan slowly approaches the two men with their hands on their hands.

    "Both of you, lay down on the ground with your ankles crossed and hands ontop of your heads. The only thing I want you to be looking at is the ground beneath your feet!"

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    ChrysisChrysis Registered User regular
    edited April 2010
    Mikaela turns the Heavy Bolter to face the surrendered men. They noticeably cower, but relax ever so slightly when she doesn't open fire. At Vorgans orders one opens his mouth to speak, but the other quickly smacks him in the head before they both lay down.

    The commander continues to run, seemingly unphased. But then he staggers and falls face first skidding along the tiled ground before crashing into a previously undamaged stall. You can hear faint snoring coming from the wreckage.
    Does the Commander fail? Hell yes he does.

    He's uninjured, but will be asleep for a couple of rounds. Although this ends the combat, as all enemy combatants are incapacitated or have surrendered.

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    npc.EXEnpc.EXE Registered User regular
    edited April 2010
    Sarvus smiles to himself and utters a prayer to the Emperor under his breath. He stands from his cover and begins to search the ground for the lost stone.

    "Lord Falk, the soul given chase now resides in a land of dreams. Now is the time to be given restraint and soon forced of truth."

    Sarvus finds the stone near a stall and picks it from the ground.

    "H-hi Tristan... where have you been?"

    Holding it tight to this breast he slowly makes his way back to Mikaelas' firing position.
    Yay. If wanted, I can try compel again to get info out of the naptime du juer.

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    ColtColt .45 ColoradoRegistered User regular
    edited April 2010
    Tristan walks back over to the group and looks at the stone in the astropaths hand, sighing. "Looking for that..." He hostlers his weapon.

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    GothicLargoGothicLargo Registered User regular
    edited April 2010
    "Lord Falk, the soul given chase now resides in a land of dreams."

    Skidding to a stop amid the smoke, Falk collected himself, holstered his pistol and began assessing the situation.

    "Excellent, thank you Sarvus."

    Eventually locating the enemy commander, Falk grabbed his prone form by the boot and began dragging him back through the smoke towards the group, keeping a close watch in case he roused.

    "Somebody link back to the Benevolence and get some troopers to haul these emperor botherers back to the ship."

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    ChrysisChrysis Registered User regular
    edited April 2010
    With the cessation of hostilities Orbest carefully pulls himself up out of his stall. No sooner has he done so than the crash of many armoured feet sends him scurrying back into cover.

    Through the nearest door a dozen heavily armed arbitrators come bursting into the market. They come storming towards the centre, weapons at the ready and obviously not concerned about using them.

    Their commander, a bald man with a scar across his now augmetic right eye stomps forward.

    "You lot, put away your weapons! Get away from that emperor damned heavy bolter! What happened here?"

    The last question is shouted at Falk, the most obviously ranking person still upright. The arbitrator commander is obviously quite upset.
    Looks like some troopers have arrived, but not the ones you were going to vox for. We can assume that the cloud has dissipated, and sleeping beauty will probably wake up soon.

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    GothicLargoGothicLargo Registered User regular
    edited April 2010
    Falk dropped the commander's boot and approached the speaking arbitrator.

    "Officer. I am Lord Captain Mercutio Falk of the Emperor's Benevolence. These men forcibly interrupted us in the middle of a business transaction and we have detained them for interrogation. I would be happy to turn them over to the arbites once we have determined who sent them."

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    lodwilklodwilk Registered User regular
    edited April 2010
    As the cloud of smoke dissipated, Vorgan eyed the two lasguns that the captives dropped. Hopefully they were not damaged when those fools dropped them. However I think walking over and picking up two lasguns infront of all these arbitrators would be a bad idea.

    For the time being, Vorgan was more than content having the captain deal with the local authorities.

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    HermenegildeHermenegilde Registered User regular
    edited April 2010
    "Minions ! Pack up the artillery. We're done here. And be gentle with it."

    Mikaela walks a few steps and turns to the other officers

    "Anyone found the rock ?"

    Scrutiny check. Success !

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    npc.EXEnpc.EXE Registered User regular
    edited April 2010
    "Shhhhhhh."

    Sarvus quietly gestures to his left hand held against his chest.

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    ChrysisChrysis Registered User regular
    edited April 2010
    "Do you always come to business meetings so well armed? No matter, traders and merchants are always trying to sort out their disagreements in the least convenient fashion. If you have any questions for the survivors you better ask them quickly, because they will be coming with us. They are, after all, suspected of opening fire in a crowded marketplace." he says with resignation heavy in his voice.

    "I must also ask you to accompany us to the precint complex, although you are in no way obliged to do so. If you elect not to we will be in touch with the results of our investigation before you leave port."

    With that he begins directing his men to start the clean up, and while they are to a man wearing helmets that obscure their faces you can tell they aren't happy about having to collect up the body parts. Some of them get manacles ready to cuff the survivors, including the sleeping man.

    With a groan the sleeping man begins to wake up. He's cursing about the pain in his head, and wondering what the hell hit him.

    Rogue Traders enjoy a certain amount of freedom from Imperial law, although not unlimited. In this case he's right, and you aren't in any way obligated to help them with their investigation and are free to just go about your business.

    Mikaela:
    You find the rock, it's in Sarvus' hands :) On a more serious note, scrutinising the arbites you come to the conclusion that they are legit, and while they aren't happy they are somewhat used to having to clean up this sort of mess.

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    GothicLargoGothicLargo Registered User regular
    edited April 2010
    Chrysis wrote: »
    "Do you always come to business meetings so well armed? No matter, traders and merchants are always trying to sort out their disagreements in the least convenient fashion. If you have any questions for the survivors you better ask them quickly, because they will be coming with us. They are, after all, suspected of opening fire in a crowded marketplace." he says with resignation heavy in his voice.

    "I must also ask you to accompany us to the precint complex, although you are in no way obliged to do so. If you elect not to we will be in touch with the results of our investigation before you leave port."

    Falk grinned at the officer.
    Falk is attempting charm. Fellowship 40 + 10 and it's an opposed test.

    4

    Chrysis... you want to roll against that or just call it an amazing success?

    "A streetcorner is hardly the place for a proper interrogation. Why don't you take my... associate here (gesturing to Sarvus) down to your precinct office and allow him to conduct his interrogation there.

    Falk walked over to stand by Sarvus.
    If there's anything Sarvus wants to pass to me now would be a good time.

    "He would of course share with you anything he gleans from them. He has... talents."

    Falk turned to walk over to Tristan.

    "Mister Gillium, perhaps you would be so good as to accompany Sarvus?"

    (Whispering to Tristan)

    "Milk them for whatever intel you can get."

    Falk turned and looked for Orbest Dray.
    Chrysis, I am now waiting on Dray in case there is any dialog required.

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    npc.EXEnpc.EXE Registered User regular
    edited April 2010
    Sarvus passes the stone into Falks hands.

    "As you wish Lord Falk. Please make sure this makes it into our most trusted Navigators hands. If I may suggest, Sir Orbrest deserves your usual hospitality."

    Sarvus turns to Tristan and the squad captain and tilts his head in respect.

    "At your leave."

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    ColtColt .45 ColoradoRegistered User regular
    edited April 2010
    Tristain turned towards the arbitrators and spoke in a low tone to Sarvus. "Do you remember the woman? You yelled about someone earlier. We should find them." He didn't look happy about it.

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    ChrysisChrysis Registered User regular
    edited April 2010
    The officer considers the suggestion. "You are right, this is no place for interrogations. While it would be highly irregular, I could arrange for your associates to be present for the questioning. They wouldn't be able to take part directly understand, if I'm to keep this investigation above board. But they could certainly watch and listen as the questioning is done. It would save me the hassle of contacting you later. Then with your leave we'll depart now."

    With that, the men are cuffed and the commander begins to lead them away.

    Orbest gets back up from behind his stall and approaches Falk.

    "Sir, if I may make one request now that the unpleasantness has ended. May I please serve with your fleet? It has been so long since I have properly travelled the void, and I yearn to once again experience that feeling. I cannot serve as an officer any longer, the long years waiting have rusted my skills and rotted my body, but I could perhaps advise. I have heard many stories from the travellers passing through, and knowledge is all I have left to offer."

    He looks hopeful, and some of his bitterness fades with the prospect of once again crewing a ship rather than running a junk stand, scavenging to survive.
    I don't think we need to roll that opposed charm test. I highly doubt he's going to somehow net 3 or 4 degrees of success given his Fellowship is almost certainly lower than your original target :)

    Plus, I'm at work and so can't log into Invisible Castle :)

    And with the violence completed, now would be a good time to do some shopping. If you wish to try and make an acquisition each now is the time to start thinking about what you want and how you'd go about getting it. The station is extremely large, and so it's likely you could find near anything, although being a navy run place getting a hold of Xenos or Archeotech is going to be extremely difficult.

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    GothicLargoGothicLargo Registered User regular
    edited April 2010
    Chrysis wrote: »
    "Sir, if I may make one request now that the unpleasantness has ended. May I please serve with your fleet? It has been so long since I have properly travelled the void, and I yearn to once again experience that feeling. I cannot serve as an officer any longer, the long years waiting have rusted my skills and rotted my body, but I could perhaps advise. I have heard many stories from the travellers passing through, and knowledge is all I have left to offer."

    Mercutio regarded Orbest for a moment. Dray's expression spoke of a lifetime of devotion to a cause. For the better part of a year Falk had worked to bury the weight of responsibility under layers of hubris but for a brief moment he recalled what it truly meant to be called a 'lord captain'.

    "I would be honored, loremaster Dray."

    "Alright. Vorgan, Mikaela, I think we've had enough excitement for one afternoon. Let's move it out."
    Chrysis, I'm gonna have to think about an acquisition. I've given npc and colt something to do so I'll post an acquisition trip for myself tomorrow after my character has reached the navigator.

    Mercutio, with Dray in tow, made his way back to the Benevolence. After seeing that Dray was provided for and familiarized with the ship's small librarium astromancia team, Falk found himself in his least favorite corridor of his least favorite deck of the Benevolence. He walked past a dozen armed guards wearing out-of-place uniforms before reaching the most thickly armored and lavishly worked hatchway aboard the ship. Lavish was an understatement; garish would have been an understatement if a stronger word other then obscene existed to describe wealth in the gothic language.

    Having now dealt with two navigators in his lifetime Falk felt perfectly justified in concluding that this was by far the worst of their kind; they were all arrogant to the point of considering it a strength but at least in the navy they had a fatalistic resignation that sooner or later they would die because of us stupid blinders and our wars. Which really did nothing to improve their attitude but at least began to justify it.

    Falk pressed the chime next to the hatch with his baton and waited, resolving to wait at least half an hour before checking his chrono.

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    ChrysisChrysis Registered User regular
    edited April 2010
    At about the 20 minute mark the hatch slides open with a hiss. An unusually tall and slender young woman is silhouetted against the light coming from the well furnished room. She is wrapped in a well made dress, and appears to be wearing a veil.

    "Yes, can I help you?"


    Meanwhile, the Arbitrators have reached the precint complex. It's a stark, imposing place, obviously built for function rather than form. Winding their way through the labyrinth of corridors the wounded armsman is taken to an infirmary complex, while the unwounded is booked and thrown in a cell.

    Sarvus and Tristan are shown to an extremely dimly lit room. One wall is entirely clear, although it's likely that that is not the case from the otherside. It is filled with various instruments for vox and pict recording.

    The adjacent room is extremely brightly lit. In the centre is a desk with two chairs. Before long the commander of the armsmen is escorted in by the arbitrator sergeant from before. He has been stripped of his armour and weapons, and is just dressed in a basic jumpsuit.

    The sergeant starts the interrogation and things initially go well. The armsman is more than willing to state his name and age for the records, but it soon becomes apparent that he is not willing to cooperate with regards to his employer or the incident in the marketplace. The sergeant is becoming increasingly annoyed, and starts to finger his shock maul.

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    GothicLargoGothicLargo Registered User regular
    edited April 2010
    Chrysis, I'm gonna guess you haven't read anything with a navigator recently. So I have offered this alternative version of your dialog... feel free to shoot it down if you wish but I like this version better. See, every navigator basically thinks themselves to be second to the emperor in terms of importance. I just asked for the navigator name so I could write this whole exchange, but again, it's your story.

    Falk gave his navigator an hour to notice his presence before making a point of it. Tapping in an override code in the panel with his baton, he leaned in front of the panel's camera and tapped the microvox pickup several times.

    "I'll give you ten seconds to open this door before I start pressing buttons."
    "(Pause) When I demand your presence I will see that you are informed."
    "This isn't a social call, Anastasia, open up."
    (No response)

    Leaning up against the door where the panel camera could still see him, Falk pulled out the stone and made a show of scrutinizing the spectrum it created in the light. The hatch opened behind him and he lost his balance, landing on his back looking up at his navigator.

    She was unusually tall, but attractive enough, if you got past the razor sharp severity, caustic personality, and the headband that occluded her warp eye. "Enjoying the view, two eyes?"

    Falk held up Dray's stone. "Sarvus is reasonably convinced this falls within your area of expertise."

    "And you've fallen within MY area of residence." Anastasia plucked the stone from Falk, and dismissively turned. "It's your ship, I'm sure you don't need my help to show yourself out."



    Several hours later, Mercutio was sitting in entirely more hospitable surroundings on Port Wander, in the office of Thain Savoia of Savoia & Stark Outfitters, one of the largest independent suppliers on the station.

    "Ok, so that's immediate fuel and consumable stores replenishment-to-capacity for a fifth rate frigate, and (flipping through pages) prearrangement for 3 meter and 10 meter macroshell supply effective for the next five years. Pleasure doing business with you, Captain Falk."

    "I must admit this is the first time I've had to negotiate to have a ship resupplied. Makes me realize how spoiled life is in the navy."

    "Ha ha. Yes, well, I've yet to see a navy man afford the likes of this..." Thain gestured to a few pieces of the S&S arms collection that he had decorated his office with. The S&S collection was a veritable compendium of small arms, composed mostly of highly desirable pieces offered up as collateral for loans by traders in need. "Walk with me, Falk."

    Several corridors and a lift ride later they were standing in a packed warehouse somewhere below the main office. Crates upon crates of arms and equipment were stacked, some in neat orderly rows, some in mounds not out of place in a pirate's treasure trove.

    "Go ahead, pick any three boxes. Call it a customer appreciation gift."

    Mercutio walked around for several minutes, honestly quite beside himself, before eventually resting his eyes on a stack of unassuming crates marked "Fane of Caide" and "Bolter Refurbishment Division". He knocked several crates at random with his boot.

    "Caide. Now there's a name brings back a few memories..... A good choice, just the thing for a newly minted free captain." Thain retrieved a prybar and handed it to Mercutio. "Let's see what you've picked here..."
    npc.EXE and myself have already done acquisition rolls that Chrysis is aware of. I'm acquiring a common craftsmanship bolter and a backpack ammo tank, and npc.EXE is acquiring a bolter pistol of craftsmanship that he has yet to choose (or something else if he changes his mind... he rolled a 1...)

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    lodwilklodwilk Registered User regular
    edited April 2010
    Vorgan watched as the Arbiters cleaned up the mess, and his shore party went off on their own ways. Presented with such an opportunity, Vorgan did not want to waste it, especially since moments of freedom such as this could be scarce.

    Vorgan immediatley wanted begin to go through every shop he could find, examining whatever struck his fancy, but nothing really struck him as being a necessary purchase. His browsing did remind him that he wanted a Auspex/Scanner and so the Enginseers attention was immediately focused on finding one for a price he could afford.
    I don't know what our profit factor is, so here's a roll for a single Auspex/Scanner that has a scarce availability.

    Check to find Auspex/Scanner (1d100=43)

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    GothicLargoGothicLargo Registered User regular
    edited April 2010
    Some hours later

    Standing at the bottom of the amphitheater room attached to the Benevolence's archive rooms, Falk was an eye of order standing amid a sea of anarchy. Sitting off on the left side, Orbest Dray, himself somewhat flabbergasted. Off to the right, Anastasia of the Navis Nobilate, laughing. Filling in the void between, representatives of the bridge crew, librarium astromancia, and every other spacer aboard with a story to tell; all of them arguing with each other and pointing at Anastasia's words chiseled holographically in the air...

    A flickering star hangs in the vast void, surrounded by a nebula. Orbiting it is a dust world and a frozen halo.

    "ORDER! ORDER!!!!"
    Falk ignited his baton and smashed it down on the podium with a thunderclap.

    Falk: "Thank you. So, aside from a reasonable amount of CONJECTURE. I think we can conclude that we have no idea where this is."
    Anastasia: "At least you blankbrows see that much."
    "Do you have anything helpful to contribute?"
    (The navigator ignored the question for a minute)
    "Oh me? I read your stone. Tell me where you want to go and we'll go there."
    "I want to go 'there'."
    "'There' isn't a place. It's a picture of what a place looks like; and a blurry one."

    Falk collected the stone and a dataslate from the podium. Placing the slate over the room's transcriptor interface he downloaded a copy of the conference and notes into it and walked over to Mikaela, who had fallen asleep despite the commotion.

    "Hey."
    (Mikaela roused. Falk pointed at the still floating words and offered the stone and the dataslate.)
    "Go find Vorgan and get me someone who knows what THAT means."

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    HermenegildeHermenegilde Registered User regular
    edited April 2010
    "Seriously ? The Glorified Mechanic and I ? Find someone ? And someone with a specific skill at that... Should be fun."

    Mikaela stepped up and wiped the drool at the corner of her mouth, then exited the room with a bounce in her steps.

    "Minions ! Fetch my gun again. And bring it to Vorgan's workshop."

    Mikaela trekked to the underdecks, for a meeting with Drek Arbitorson, a "free trader" who sort of happened to live in the bowels of the ship. Apparently, you can never know exactly who lives on a ship of this size.

    "Drek ! What's up ?"
    The small guy jumped as she literally yelled at him.
    "Emperor's protect Mikaela, don't scare me like that !"
    "It's good for you, get your blood flowing. You get what I asked for ?"
    "I did. It cost me dearly though."
    "Don't renegotiate now, you've already been paid. And you get to keep living. And stay on the ship."
    "I guess. It's in my "quarters"..."
    "I've seen it. Lead the way, I'm in a hurry."
    She followed the runt through the maze of access hatches, service tunnels and never-ending ship corridors for a good five minutes.
    "Wait here."

    After producing some odd metal-grating sounds and a weird pop noise, Drek came back with a small case.
    "Just as you asked."

    The Voidmaster peeped inside the case.

    "Perfect ! Next time we get somewhere. Look for some armor better than this one. That Rogue Trader got me shot at today."
    "I'm sorry to hear that."
    "No you're not. But it's nice to say it. See ya. As I said. In a hurry"

    The encounter having taken longer than she had thought it would, Mikaela runned through the ship getting to her next appointment with the ship's Mechanicus Officer. Her henchmen were already waiting for her when she got there.

    "Heya ! Vorgan ! What's up ? Get ready, our glorious Catain Rogue Trader Leader has a mission for us ! Well, two for you and one for me. First you got to install these suspensors here on that big gun there. And then we gotta go find someone who can make sense of drawings of a flashing star and a nebulae..."

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    lodwilklodwilk Registered User regular
    edited April 2010
    Vorgan looked up from his work, with OSC floating around him. He had managed to find within the markets the type of scanner he was looking for, and at the moment he was examining how it functioned. He noticed when Mikaelas lackeys entered his workshop, but he paid them no mind, the gun they carried with them held his interest more than their presence did.

    Standing up from his seat, the Enginseer approached Mikaela and took a look at the suspensors as well as the gun.

    "I'm sorry to tell you this, but I do not know how to install those suspensors on the gun properly. If it was already installed and was just damaged then I could help you, but an initial installment is something I do not know how to do for the time being."

    Thinking about the current situation for a moment, Vorgan came up with an idea that could best work in this situation. He motioned for his servoskull to come over and examine the suspensors and gun.

    "OSC, I want you to figure out how to install this component for our friends here weapon, and when I return tell me what you've figured out." The Enginseer then went over to pick up his new scanner and approached Mikaela. "In the meantime we can head out and find someone to help out the captain."

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    npc.EXEnpc.EXE Registered User regular
    edited April 2010
    Sensing the agitation of the sergeant Sarvus leans over to Tristen and in hushed tone whispers in his ear.

    "There's no hope for information if he is dead yes? Perhaps you can talk him into giving us a shot at it?"

    Savrus continued to watch the sergeant work readying himself for the moment the tension snapped.
    Is it possible to use a psy power as a reaction? In case Mr. grumpy in there gets overzealous I'd like to ready myself to compel him to stop.

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    HermenegildeHermenegilde Registered User regular
    edited April 2010
    "Huh. What use are you, then ?"
    Nothing personal, the Voidmaster lacks tact. a lot :P

    "Well ? Let's go. No sense wasting my time staying here."

    Mikaela walked briskly through the ship and outside it, followed as usual by her two helpers carrying her stuff. She observed the people milling about on the dock, before beelining for one vaguely spaceworthy-looking brown clothed man, pointing and speaking very loudly.
    "YOU ! If I tell you" she looked down at her datapad to get the words right "A flickering star hangs in the vast void, surrounded by a nebula. Orbiting it is a dust world and a frozen halo. Does that mean anything to you ?"
    "Hu-u-uh. N-n-no" the man answered shakily, obviously intimidated.
    "Crap. How about this" she showed him the rock, "know what this is ?"
    "A-a-a ro-ock ?"
    "Well. Yeah. I should have know that myself now, shouldn't I ? Well, thanks for your time."

    She turned as the Explorator caught up with her.

    "This isn't going to be as easy as I thought. Who do you think looks like they would know about this stuff ?"

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    lodwilklodwilk Registered User regular
    edited April 2010
    "I'll let you know that I have plenty of uses," snapped back Vorgan, but Mikaela was already on her way. Instead the Explorator quickly grabbed his belongings and followed after the mad woman, muttering under his breath how she wouldn't know what to do if a single thing on this ship broke.

    Vorgan finally caught up to Mikaela, only to see her harassing some random civilian.

    "You're wondering who we should ask in regards to something like this? How about a stellar cartographer Mikaela, you know the people who are paid to map out the stars?"

    With that said, Vorgan begins looking for a cartographer, this time leaving Mikaela to catch up to him.
    Vorgan is only polite to those who treat him with respect :P

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    ChrysisChrysis Registered User regular
    edited April 2010
    At the end of the conference Orbest raises his hand.

    "It's not much to go on, but that sounds like the kind of system found in Winterscales realm. Hopefully that will narrow the search down a little."

    He's right, it isn't much. But it should help narrow down who can help. The realm is still relatively unexplored, but at least it's a smaller area than the entirety of the Expanse.


    Meanwhile, at the Precint Complex.

    The interrogation is still going poorly, and the sergeant is getting increasingly agitated. When another of his questions is met with stony silence he slams his fist into the desk and storms from the room. Soon after he enters the viewing room, his face seething with rage.

    "The bastard won't talk eh? Well if that's how he wants to play it, we're going to have to get more serious. Time to organise a more appropriate Interrogation Room."

    With that he begins to reach for the vox handset in the room. It's obvious what he means by more appropriate, and things are going to get ugly for the commander of the armsmen.
    I probably waited too long to post this, but Orbest is familiar with the Expanse to an extent. Not familiar enough to be able to tell you exactly where the system is, but Winterscales Realm narrows it down a lot.

    As for the interrogation, the sergeant is about ready to make things more serious. Now's your opportunity to try and convince him to let you have a go, before things get ugly.

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    ColtColt .45 ColoradoRegistered User regular
    edited April 2010
    Tristan has been standing in a corner, arms crossed, passive, watching the ordeal. He knew things were heating up with the sergeant. He finally broke his stance. He needed to talk to the man and find out something and the sergeants brute force methods were not working. They rarely do. "Let me talk to him." he said bluntly. "Force doesn't make people speak their secrets. You need to be... approachable. You are not, and I doubt whatever your next method is will be either." He walked to the door and then turned, his arm across his chest in a mock bow and a smile showing. "It is not out of disrespect and I apologize for being blunt, but we have a specific need of this man more than you do. When I am finished you may do whatever you will."
    Charm - 78

    I don't know how that would be modified since I don't have the book on me.

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    HermenegildeHermenegilde Registered User regular
    edited April 2010
    "What ? Why would a mapmaker be able to help us with a riddle and rock ? That makes no sense at all. Where do you get crazy ideas like this from ?"

    Mikaela tagged along Vorgan, to see where his strange ideas take him.

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    ColtColt .45 ColoradoRegistered User regular
    edited April 2010
    Charm - 91

    *sigh*

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    lodwilklodwilk Registered User regular
    edited May 2010
    "A riddle? Are you sure you're a voidmaster Mikaela?"

    Vorgan left the woman, yet again surprised that she somehow had knowledge to run and pilot any sort of machinery, let alone The Emperors Benediction.

    The enginseer, began to ask random civilians for directions to the nearest stellar cartographer. He was given several responses, some of them where even helpful. Eventually the shop of a stellar cartographer was pointed out to Vorgan and Mikaela.

    Upon entering the shop, Vorgan had to pause and ever so slightly smile. He could almost smell the knowledge stored within. Spotting a man behind a counter, Vorgan approached the man, almost knocking over a shelf with his mechandrite.

    "Hello there sir, I was wondering if you could answer a riddle for my friend and I." Vorgan made sure to enunciate 'riddle' with a sense of mockery before continuing. "We are looking for a flickering star that hangs in the vast void, surrounded by a nebula. Orbiting it is a dust world and a frozen halo"

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    ChrysisChrysis Registered User regular
    edited May 2010
    The sergeant gives Tristan a look of almost pure hatred.

    "Think you can do a better job do you? Think it's that easy huh? Fine. You have 5 minutes. Get in there and show me how it's done hot shot. But once you're finished get out of my station. I don't want to see your face again."

    With that, he turns and stares through the window.


    The man looks up. He's a small man, balding on top but still vibrant with life.

    "Needing a map are you? The name's Solar and you've come to the right place. That sounds like Winterscale territory, and I have a few resources on that area. Should be able to find what you're looking for."

    He looks at the pair, and spots the seal on Mikaelas uniform.

    "With a Rogue Trader are you? Working with that little information would be pretty expensive, but I find myself in a slight jam. If you're willing to help me out, I could probably waive the fee."

    He looks a little nervous, and more than a little hopeful. This is obviously something that's been worrying him.

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    npc.EXEnpc.EXE Registered User regular
    edited May 2010
    Sarvus leaned in to whisper in Tristans ear.

    "I think you offended him... Give me a signal if you need any assistance."

    Sarvus then shifted to stand next to the Sergeant.

    "Please forgive my friend. He has a way with words."

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    lodwilklodwilk Registered User regular
    edited May 2010
    "Just what is this jam you find yourself in, and how exactly can a rogue trader be of assistance to you?"

    Vorgan watched the man Solar, carefully, cautious to hear what the man needed of them.

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    ChrysisChrysis Registered User regular
    edited May 2010
    Solar looks around and then leans over. He starts to whisper conspiratorially.

    "I am something of a collector, and so have quite a library of texts. The Ecclesiarchy have recently proscribed a number of items, and I find that I have copies of those in my collection. They aren't actually heretical, so I can't fathom why they have taken this dim view of them. Normally I wouldn't worry but they have also become somewhat more zealous in their enforcement, so it's only a matter of time before they come calling."

    He takes another quick look round before continuing.

    "I have a contact, name of Journ, on Footfall. Runs a small tavern near the Hab-fanes. If you could deliver the texts to him for safe keeping, discretely mind, I would be more than happy to find your destination for you, likewise discretely. It would take some time so you could wait or I could send word to your vessel when I find it, assuming you agree to assist me that is."

    He stands upright again, and waits expectantly.


    At the Precint Complex the Sergeant doesn't look around.

    "I'm no stranger to the ways of the vassals of jumped up traders. Your time is wasting, get a move on."
    There's a little more for you to work with. I'm going to be away for the next couple of days, so won't be able to check up on the thread for at least 48 hours.

    When you go in to do your interrogation the subject is uncooperative. The only thing you know is that his name is Emil, which is all the Sergeant got out of him. The Sergeant will be watching, so if you're going to do magic do it discretely. :)

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    npc.EXEnpc.EXE Registered User regular
    edited May 2010
    Sarvus frowns to himself at the Sargents words and focuses on the captive soldier as Tristen enters the interrogation room.

    His lips tremble as if whispering to himself and then he proceeds to smile as Tristen begins the interrogation.
    I've attempted to compel the captive to "name his commander" at unfettered. I have succeeded by a factor of one.

    1d100 → [36] = (36)
    http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2503629/

    As I have not rolled doubles nothing happens yes? I shall await your return Chrysis for any opposition.

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    GothicLargoGothicLargo Registered User regular
    edited May 2010
    Mercutio was restless. Sitting on the bridge of a warship, with thousands of souls waiting below for his word that would bring them to action, and he could do nothing for want of information. Mikaela and Vorgan were out, attempting to ascertain the location depicted in Orbests' gem. Tristan and Sarvus were out as well, investigating the employer of their assailants.

    Inspiration struck him.
    Attemping roll for command.

    http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2503661/

    6. That's a success.

    Falk turned in his chair.

    Falk: "Sensory, pull the auspex logs for the time since we docked. Comms, you too, anything we've got recorded from the harbor control channels. We're gonna do some crunching. Pull in anyone you need to help."
    "What are we looking for sir?"
    Falk: "When we were attacked in the port, someone fled from the scene. My guess is that someone probably fled to a ship. You're looking for any ship that performed an unscheduled or rushed undock in the time since my party was jumped, or any ship that's currently attempting to do so now."
    "Any other details sir?"
    ...
    Falk: "Yes. This is just a hunch but, it's probably a trader."
    "Aye sir." "Aye sir."

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    lodwilklodwilk Registered User regular
    edited May 2010
    Vorgan, listened to Solar's proposition with great intent while trying to mask his emotions from what he was hearing.

    These books cannot go to the Ecclesiarchy, they would simply destroy these writing with little to no thought. The destruction of any knowledge, be it "heretical" or not is an abominable act. I must help this man in transporting these books, and if I can somehow make a copy of them and send it to the Brotherhoods archives, well all the better.

    Turning to Mikaela in as calm a manner as he could, Vorgan checked to see what the overcompensating lunatic thought of the situation. "Well Mikaela? If this man could truly help us in our needs, perhaps we could aide him in kind."

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    HermenegildeHermenegilde Registered User regular
    edited May 2010
    "You sure ? Messing with the Inquisition is not something sane people do. Also, we have nothing but his word, the word of a shady heretic, that he can help us. What if he can't ? And why can't he carry his own books, is he under watch, or is his target under watch."

    Mikaela mulls things over. Then turns to the map-maker

    "Tell you what, how about you give us what we need now. Then we'll go deliver your books. And as an added bonus, I will not be beating you up to a pulp and we will not rat you out to the Inquisition."
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    Fate point it ! : Even worse failure
    Invisible Castle doesn't want me to intimidate this man. So be it.

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    GothicLargoGothicLargo Registered User regular
    edited May 2010
    "Anything yet?"
    "We're still working with the data sir."

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    ChrysisChrysis Registered User regular
    edited May 2010
    Solar looks offended.

    "That's right, sane people don't mess with the Inquisition. That includes drawing attention to themselves by 'ratting people out' as you so eloquently put it. Rogue Traders are especially wary, as they tend to skirt the laws of the Imperium quite closely. So I think you're bluffing about getting Inquisitors involved, and I think that assaulting me in my place of work will have you answering the Arbites questions."

    "I am a practical man however, and it was never my intention to have you go traipsing to Footfall and back before you got what you were after. If you intend to get my assistance in this matter, I will be needing your assistance in my issue. If you are going to decline, then you best be on your way."


    The commander sits there impassively as Tristan commences his questioning. When Tristan asks after his employer a look of horror crosses the armsmans face.

    "Lady Ash" he blurts out.

    He starts to shout "What did you do to me? Who are you?"

    The Sergeant turns to Sarvus, if anything he looks even angrier.

    "Lady Ash? That blasted witch was involved in this mess? No wonder the bastard wasn't speaking. I don't want to know what you two did, but if it was witchcraft I don't want it happening again. Lady Ash is one of Fels cronies, Hadarak Fel that is. Never speaks a word. Fel is a slipperly bastard, always pushing things right to the limit. Again we won't be able to make any of this stick to him, he is a trader after all. But I think you know what you want to know know, and I think it's probably about time you two were on your way."


    The sensory officer approaches Falk in the command station.

    "Sir, we've checked through the logs. There were far too many ships docking and undocking to list, but if we narrow it to Rogue Traders two stand out.

    First is the Fell Hand, registered to one Hadarak Fel. That ship moved to leave the system some 4 hours prior to the incident, or roughly an hour after our initial transition to realspace, but had numerous smaller shuttles and ferries still active up until it transitioned to the warp roughly half an hour after the attack.

    Second is the Brandt, registered to one Esailla Ralle. That ship undocked roughly half an hour after the attack, and transitioned to the warp less than 10 minutes ago.

    No other Rogue Trader ships have moved to leave the system, although there have been many merchant or navy vessels coming and going."
    Armsman commander attempts to resist: 97, so somewhere around 6 degrees of failure. I don't think he is resisting.

    And you're rght npc.EXE, no doubles so no phenomena. I'm not sure how we'd do it if you'd failed and we'd had to reroll the test, but I think in future we'll go with the roll that actually ends up determining the outcome being the one used to determine phenomena. So if we go to a reroll, the first result gets discarded entirely including any phenomena it would have generated.

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