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[Dark Heresy] The Chaos Within [IC]

ela_zulela_zul Registered User regular
edited November 2013 in Critical Failures
DARK HERESY - THE CHAOS WITHIN

He belongs to the Inquisition. They call him Inquisitor. He stands strong and proud, overlooking skies of madness. The mantle on his back, shred and battle worn, thrusts itself upon the wind. A portrait of death and chaos lay before him. Honorable warriors fall with their ships to magnificent ends, a fate truly worthy of the Inquisition, worthy of the God-Emperor. The clouds blend with steel and smoke. Flame and debris blend with the palette of a rising sun. Mechanical chariots fall from high, the sea welcomes them with open arms. An Inquisitor can only hope to receive such a glorious and honorable end, for an Inquisitor never truly knows peace until the cold embrace of death. Praise be to our holy God-Emperor.

4 STANDARD YEARS AGO

Hive Sibellus, Scintilla

808.M41

A Cathedral of the Adeptus Ministorum


You stand before a giant Imperial Cathedral. Frightening columns seem to endlessly reach up towards the sky, while aged stone gargoyles lurk from above. You enter through heavy metal doors that reek of Gothic architecture. Your footsteps echo throughout the massive sanctuary as you approach a large suspended alter seating three clerics of the faith. Above them towers a massive window, radiant beams of light shine in, outlining the silhouette of the Inquisition’s sigil. A red carpet of magnificent splendor leads your feet to stand in its daunting shadow. Next to you stands the other members of your cell. The cleric in the middle rises and begins to read from a large book sitting on a golden ornate stand. You may recognize the book as the book of the Imperial Creed.

“The God-Emperor of Mankind once walked among men in their form and He is and always has been the one, true God of humanity.

He is the one true God of Mankind, regardless of the previous beliefs held by any man or woman.

It is the duty of the faithful to purge the Heretic, beware the psyker and mutant, and abhor the alien.

Every human being has a place within the God-Emperor's divine order. It is the duty of the faithful to unquestionably obey the authority of the Imperial government and their superiors, who speak in the Emperor's name.”

The cleric sits. Inquisitor Tiberius Hector approaches you and stands for a moment before speaking. His mighty stature seems to tower over you. A daunting seriousness shrouds all expression on his face.

“Will you search out the enemies of the Imperium, whether they lay within or without?”

He hand’s you a sigil. Although you have never seen this specific sigil, it reminds you of the silhouette in the window. He continues to each successive individual, handing them the same sigil and repeating the creed. When the Inquisitor finishes handing out the last sigil the he stands directly in front of the Alter and turns to face your cell.

“The sigil that you hold in your hands is the sigil of the Acolyte who belongs to the Inquisition, wear it with pride Acolytes. Welcome to Ordo Hereticus.”

The three clerics rise from their seats. Their thurible's sway and dismiss fumes of incense as they begin to pray.

“Praise be to the Emperor of Mankind. May his eternal protection enlighten and guard us. May he guide our path that we might seek out the enemies of the Imperium of Man and crush them under the holy Imperial Creed. So be it.”

The Inquisitor approaches your cell once more.

“Welcome Acolytes. For those of you who do not know, I am Inquisitor Tiberius Hector. Our Holy God-Emperor has seen fit to place you under my guidance and direction. Do not disappoint me Acolytes. To disappoint an Inquisitor is to disappoint the God-Emperor himself. Now, there is much work to be done, so I shall skip the pleasantries.

Last night we began receiving distress signals from one of our transport ships near Sheol 17. The problem is that we lost contact with that ship approximately 6 months ago. The distress signal is either malfunctioning, or something on the ship has turned it on. Either way, we now know the vessels coordinates.

The transport carried heretics who were being shipped off to Sheol 17 for questioning and sentencing. Any surviving heretic poses a threat to the Imperium. The council has asked that you focus your investigation on finding one heretic in particular. You are to search for a dangerous Psyker called Kaltos aboard the vessel. If he lives, end his miserable existence. If at all possible, bring the ship back to port so that it might be salvaged.

My suggestion is that you find passage on one of the transports leaving for Sheol 17 as soon as possible but I shall let you sort out those details. Good luck acolytes and may the God-Emperor shine his light upon thee.”

Before leaving the Inquisitor hands you a data-slate containing coordinates to the transport.

Dark Heresy - The Chaos Within [IC] [OOC]

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  • Dread__CthulhuDread__Cthulhu Registered User regular
    edited November 2013
    Izak Tem

    Dice rolls
    STATS

    WS 30
    BS 28
    S 27
    T 32
    AG 34
    Int 35
    Per 37
    WP 48
    Fel 25

    Skills

    Speak Ship Dialect
    Speak Low Gothic
    Psyniscience
    Invocation
    Trade (Soothesayer)
    Literacy
    Awareness (100)

    Talents

    Melee wpn Training (Primitive)
    Pistol wpn Training (LAS)
    Psy Rating I
    Resistance (Psychic Powers)

    Traits

    Charmed
    Ill-Omened
    Shipwise
    Void Accustomed
    Sanctioned Psyker
    Unreadable Mind

    Psyker powers

    Healer
    Staunch Bleeding

    Gear

    sword
    staff
    compact las pistol + four charge packs
    knife
    quilted vest
    tatty robe
    deck of cards
    psy-focus
    sanctioning brand
    23 Thrones
    Common Quality cybernetic eyes

    Miscellaneous

    Living Nightmare (300)

    Wounds 11
    Fate 3
    Insanity 1
    Corruption 2


    Background

    Izak Tem was born on the Misericorde and grew up as part of the great clan that maintained and operated the port-side maneuvering thrusters. His affinity for the Warp was discovered innocently enough, when the young man healed a friend who had taken a bad blow from some moving machinery. He was tithed to the Black Ship and sent to Earth, where he was presented to the Emperor. Bathed in the Emperor's light, Tem was redeemed and Sanctioned as a Imperial psyker. While he resents the loss of his eyes to the Black Ships, he has an appreciation for his perilous position as a Sanctionite. He has accepted his role as an Acolyte and awaits the commands of his superiors.

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  • spacecaptaindickjusticespacecaptaindickjustice Registered User regular
    edited November 2013
    Titus Grendel

    Background
    Titus Grendel was raised by his parents, a pair of weaponsmiths in Gunmetal City. As specialists they were able to avoid the hard labour of the lower classes in the hive city and managed to give young Titus a comfortable upbringing. At a young age the serious faced little boy showed a natural affinity for tinkering with technology of all kinds, from guns to waste disposal units and everything in between. By the age of 11 the young Grendel boy was assisting his parents with weapon repairs and modifications around their personal armoury. It was in his 12th year that Titus Grendel was introduced to his crucible, a test that would break most full grown men, let alone a boy of Titus' tender age.

    Early one morning, the young boy descended into the family armoury to help his parents set up for the day, as was usual. As he turned the final corner in the winding mazes of access tunnels leading to the workshop a horrific sight came into view. Debris from an obviously massive struggle lay strewn across the floor of the room, and two hulking masked men in combat gear lay dead at Titus' feet, multi laser burns criss crossing their bodies. In the room itself, five more masked brutes in combat gear were combing through the detritus littering the floor, picking out the still functional guns and devices and putting them in a large sack.

    Knelt in the centre of the armoury were Titus' parents, beaten and bloody. Towering over them was a lithe man outfitted in an extremely ornate version of the armour that his comrades were wearing, the obvious leader. The man was unmasked, and Titus could see his pale sneering face. Rage filled the man's dull blue eyes and the pencil thin moustache atop his sweaty lip danced as incoherent babbling erupted from his spit flecked lips.

    Quickly ducking behind the corner, Titus Grendel watched and listened as the leader of the gang yelled at his helpless parents. Apparently, the Grendels had modified a certain batch of weapons which were then used in an attack on the very gang that he and his thugs belonged to. Without waiting for a plea or a reply the armoured man pulled out a glowing plasma pistol and fired, obliterating the heads of both Grendel elders and partially melting the workstation behind them.

    Silently processing the events of the last few microseconds from his vantage point, Titus made the decision that would put him on his current path. Survival. He turned and ran up the corridor, away from the devastation in what was the family armoury. Unfortunately his clumsy footfalls were heard and soon the gang members were hot on his heels as he ran through the maze of tunnels, eager to eliminate any witnesses to their deeds. Diving into a nearby supply room, Titus quickly barred the door behind him and began planning his next moves as his parents killers tried to gain entry to the room.

    Two minutes later the Grendel boy was crawling through the air ducts leading away from the storage room, having left a small surprise for the thugs. Just as Titus came to the end of the ducting system and slipped into a crowded public area, the gang members broke into the supply store. Instead of the scared young boy they expected, they found an empty room and a faint buzzing sound. Looking at each other in confusion, the combat suit clad men entered the room to search it just as the las charge pack that Titus had set to overheat exploded. As the improvised explosive was carefully positioned between two rather large pressurised tanks of promethium, the resulting explosion was excessively large and devastating; not only atomizing the eight gang members present, but also destroying the Grendel armoury and domicile.

    Later Titus would discover that one of the men killed in the explosion, the sneering man who killed his parents, had been the son of a local underworld baron – Gaius Nihilus. Nihilus, leader of the Tortured Sword Clan, subsequently put out a bounty on the head of young Grendel.

    In the ten years succeeding this tragic event Titus has been hunted high and low throughout Gunmetal City by a wide variety of bounty hunters looking to cash in on the hefty bounty, and gang members looking to curry favour with the Tortured Sword Clan. During this harrowing chase he has had to develop many skills to aid in his survival, becoming in proficient in gunfighting and cultivating quite the silver tongue. As has always been the case, Titus' favourite activity is tinkering with technology of any kind, often finding ways to improve upon a devices original function.

    Description
    With mousy brown hair and lightly tanned skin, 22 year-old Titus Grendel is an unassuming young man in every sense of the word. His lanky build and easily forgettable features have aided him numerous times in escaping the usually murderous members of Gunmetal City's various gangs. Attempts to describe his plain face end in confusion, and gang hits on Titus are foiled when he eludes his pursuers and slips into a crowd, blending seamlessly into the mass of bodies.

    Only by staring into his cold grey eyes could one catch a glimpse of what makes the slim Metallican unique. A careful observer might notice a fiery spark of creativity and intelligence inside those steely eyes. Most unsettling is the sense of looking into the face of a person who has seen and experienced things far more terrible than could be asked of most other men of his age.

    Titus' only real distinguishing feature is a blue decorative electoo located between his shoulder blades. One of the last things he received from his parents, the small feathered serpent is supposed to represent life, knowledge, and wisdom in an ancient tale passed down through generations of the Grendel lineage.

    Stats
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    WS: 24
    BS: 39
    S: 24
    T: 21
    Ag: 27
    Int: 35
    P: 29
    Will: 26
    Fel: 34

    Skills
    Speak Language (Metallican Hive Dialect)
    Speak Language (Low Gothic)
    Blather
    Dodge
    Deceive
    Awareness
    Common Lore (Imperium)
    Trade (Technomat) (100)
    Evaluate (100)
    Tech Use (200)

    Talents
    Basic Weapon Training (SP)
    Pistol Weapon Training (SP)
    Melee Weapon Training (Primitive)
    Unremarkable

    Traits
    Wounds - 12
    Starting Thrones - 12 Thrones
    Fate Points - 1
    Imperial Divination - "The pain of the bullet is ecstasy compared to damnation" (+1 toughness)
    Caves of Steel (Treat Tech Use as a basic skill)
    Hivebound (-10 penalty to all Survival tests, -5 penalty to Int tests when out of a 'proper hab'.)
    Wary (+1 to initiative rolls)
    Packing Iron (If you are caught without a usable gun for any reason (disarmed, caught unawares, out of ammunition etc.) -5 penalty on all tests)
    Way of the Gun (+5 BS, begin with Pistol Weapon Training (SP), +5 to Tech Use tests involving projectile firearms)

    Starting Equipment
    Shotgun & 1 clip
    Autopistol & 1 clip
    Brass Knuckles
    Knife
    Quilted Vest (AP 2)
    Street Ware
    -2x20 shells (-2 Thrones)
    -6x20 bullets (-6 Thrones)
    4 Thrones

    Misc
    17. You often make fun of Sister Kaltia Tybalt in your jokes due to her rigid devotion to the Emperor.

    15. Izak Tem has heard rumours about you and does not fully trust you. He heard that Titus used to make his living as a confidence trickster and worries that he's running a long con on the Inquisitor.

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  • vertrouevertroue I am Female Totes Not a SithRegistered User regular
    edited November 2013
    Sister Kaltia Tybalt

    Background
    Iocanthos-http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Iocanthos

    Kaltia Tybalt, born to Sargent Gar Tybalt of the IG and Medic Kali Tybalt. She was born on the world of Iocanthos in the Calixis Sector. This world is strife with consent violence from opposing warlords and their armies each trying to stay in control of the Ghostfire harvest. When she was but three years of age Kaltia's first Ghostfire Taskforce arrived at Port Sufferage. This year in particular saw more fighting closer to the once thought of neutral Port City then in previous years.

    As needed her parents, both attached to the Guard, where stationed on the outskirts of the City when the Unit that Sgt. Gar ran came into a heavily armed group of rebel soldiers. It was not close to a fair fight. The rebels had the high ground and had ambushed the unit. None survived.

    Young Kaltia Tybalt, now without parents was given into the care of Sister Xanthe, the Sister Hospitaller who runs Port Suffering’s hospital who gave her over to the Schola Progenium, in lieu of her parents' deaths for the Emperor.

    Kaltia excelled at nearly everything she was tasked with learning at the school, from learning the Creed, to any physical challenge presented to her. She was smart, quick, and most of all absolutely dedicated to giving her all to her studies and to her faith in the God-Emperor.
    Her gift was not over looked.
    Palatine Rhiannon, leader of the Order of the Ebon Chalice had kept her sights on her when Sister Xanthe gave her a message saying that this child was..smart...to smart for her age. The Sister Hospitaller was correct in her assessment. Kaltia was requested to kneel before the Canoness Goneril at the Abby of the Dawn.

    This, was a dream that Kaltia, even in her earliest memories wanted. That Icon of hope, the one that will be able to stand in against the Dark and prevail. Even if that meant her death. She knew that just like her parents, she would willingly give it in order to stand against that which is good.

    It was this spark that Sister Xanthe had seen in her all those years ago. It was that spark that a Palatine of the Daughters saw. It was this spark that the Canoness saw when she agreed to placing Kaltia Tybalt within the Sisterhood as a Novice. It was this same spark that led Kaltia into being given the task of working with the Inquisition and it is with this spark that Kaltia is embracing for all that she is.

    Description
    Age: 23
    Looks: White Hair(dyed), tanned skin, piercing blue eyes, Aquila tattoo across her chest.
    Size: Stocky (1.70m/ 90kg)

    Kaltia Tybalt is not a tall woman, but what she loses in height, she gains through years of intense physical and mental training. Once she was accepted into becoming a Sister, she was allowed to dye her hair that iconic white. Her eyes never changed color growing up, nor did Kaltia want them to change, the shocking blue stood out from afar.

    Not that she shows anyone,or many even know of it but across her chest is an Aquila tattoo.
    What is your personality like?
    Solid, Sister Tybalt has a very stiff sense for following the letter of the order.

    How did you meet your inquisitor?
    As a Noviet with the Sisters, it is quite often that Kaltia, meet and talked with those from the Order.

    What does the Inquisition mean to you?
    Perfection.

    What will you sacrifice?
    Sacrifice!? You ask me what I will sacrifice?! I am an Adepta Sororita, do I need to say more? My life, my mind, and my soul has been sacrificed to the God- Emperor and to my Order, I do not need to explain sacrifice.

    What do you desire?
    To give my life to the God-Emperor.


    What do you hate?
    Those that claim to be above the law and above the God-Emperor and his Church.

    Stats
    BS 33
    WS 30
    Str 32
    T 29
    Agi 30
    Int 38
    Per 34
    WP 32
    Fel 33

    Skills
    Awareness ( Per)(100)
    Common Lore (Int)
    Administratum
    Ecclesiarchy
    Imperial Creed
    Imperium
    War
    Dodge (Agi)(100)
    Literacy (Int)
    Performer (Fel)
    Singer
    Scholastic Lore (Int)
    Philosophy
    Speak Language (Int)
    High Gothic
    Low Gothic
    Trade (Int)
    Copyist

    Talents
    Basic Weapon Training:
    Primitive
    SP
    Melee Weapon Training:
    Primitive
    Pistol Training
    Las
    SP
    Pure Faith
    Sound Con x1 (200)

    Gear
    Gear
    Starting:
    Flail (melee-1d10+2 I, flexible, primitive, [WT-4kg])
    Las Pistol and charge pack (30m, [RoF-S/_/_] Dam-1d20+2 E, clip 30, rld- full, Reliable,[WT-1.5kg]
    Carapac Chest Plate( Body +6 AP)
    Mesh Cowl (Head +3 AP)
    Aquila necklace
    Chaplet Ecclesiasticus
    Vestments
    4 candles
    Writing Kit
    Rules of the Sororitas
    Ring of Sufferage
    Bought: 80 starting thrones
    Red Dot Laser Sight (50)
    Charge pack (15)


    Traits
    Origins: Slaughtered by Rebels
    Wounds: 13
    Fate Points: 2
    Income: 70 thrones
    Divination: (27) “Know the mutant, kill the mutant.” Increase perception by +2.

    Traits:
    Sheltered up bringing: (-10) to Charm, Deceive, Command, and Scrutiny dealing with Cultist, Traitors, necro-addicts
    Gutter Scum, Heretics, Mutants and the like
    Tempered Will: When attempting a Very Hard Challenge you only take a -20 not the normal -30

    Misc
    http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4300697/

    4. You think Izak Tem is woefully misinformed about the world and you have decided to teach them all you know.

    18. Titus Grendel saw you absolutely lose it and go berserk once. Ask them what happened.

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    From the Desk of Darth Vertroue Diplomat to the USA.
  • Dread__CthulhuDread__Cthulhu Registered User regular
    Before we go, I'd like to get 3 more charge packs for my compact las-pistol (-30 Thrones)

  • ela_zulela_zul Registered User regular
    edited November 2013
    You now find yourself standing outside of the Imperial Cathedral with your new cell. The Inquisitor leaves somewhat abruptly and you can only speculate that he must have more important matters to tend to.

    You have the data-slate and some brief details for the mission. Perhaps this is some sort of test to see how your cell fairs on its own or how well you will work together, probably both. Either way, you are an Acolyte now and you are expected to make ends meet with the cell you have been placed in. Like it or not, there is a good chance you will be working with the two strangers standing next to you for a while, so you might as well at least introduce yourself.

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  • vertrouevertroue I am Female Totes Not a SithRegistered User regular
    edited November 2013
    Sister Tybalt looks askance at her new companions thinking this must be a test indeed if this is what I must work with.

    "Brothers...
    My name is Sister Kaltia Tybalt. In His grace and wisdom, He has placed us together. It is my pleasure to meet and to be working with both of you."

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    From the Desk of Darth Vertroue Diplomat to the USA.
  • Dread__CthulhuDread__Cthulhu Registered User regular
    A man in a tatty robe bows, his sanctioning brand clearly visible.

    "My name is Izak Tem."

  • spacecaptaindickjusticespacecaptaindickjustice Registered User regular
    "Titus Grendel. Most just call me Grendel though," he muttered, studying the dataslate.

    "It seems we have some rough work ahead of us."

  • ela_zulela_zul Registered User regular
    Crowds of noblemen walk this way and that, they exchange passing conversations and debates regarding politics and wealth. You are surrounded by dark architecture. Statues stand erect and worn to commemorate important figures of the past. A crowd of wealthy sophisticated men and women stand cheering and hollering as two men resolve their matters traditionally by stabbing each other until one of them is dead. Officers and enforcers of the Magistratum casually patrol the streets.

    For those of you familiar with Hive Sibellus, you know that Port Sibellus is on the eastern side of the sprawl and that it is the most likely place to find passage onto a transport heading for Sheol 17. Otherwise, since that knowledge is no secret to the hive or its inhabitants, you are able to procure such information with ease. Given your new rank and authority in the Imperium, you can probably find a coach that will take you to the port free of charge.

    Dark Heresy - The Chaos Within [IC] [OOC]

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  • Dread__CthulhuDread__Cthulhu Registered User regular
    Izak moves to flag down a coach to take the trio to the Port.

  • ela_zulela_zul Registered User regular
    edited November 2013
    At Port Sibellus, ships of many shapes and sizes arrive and depart. You are easily able to spot a vessel that may very well take you where you need to go. Guards prod and poke at chained prisoners as they board the transport in a single file fashion. As you near the vessel, you recognize what appears to be the captain.

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  • vertrouevertroue I am Female Totes Not a SithRegistered User regular
    Sister Tybalt leads the group over to the captain.

    "In His name be at ease, Captain. We are in need of your services."

    Blood and Fire
    From the Desk of Darth Vertroue Diplomat to the USA.
  • ela_zulela_zul Registered User regular
    edited November 2013
    "Acolytes of the Inquisition I presume? Of course, It is my pleasure to help the Inquisition in any way possible. It is my duty to get these prisoners quickly to Sheol 17, by order of the Imperium, but please let me know what I can do for you in the mean time." Although he seems slightly reassured by the Sister's kind words, the captain appears to be on edge. "I hope I am in good graces with the Inquistion? " He question is laced with some doubt. "Forgive my nervousness my lady and good sirs...it is not uncommon for wrath to follow in the footprints of the Inquisition and its members, pardon my saying so."

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  • Dread__CthulhuDread__Cthulhu Registered User regular
    "Be well, friend Captain -- the object of our mission is in the destination, not in the conveyance... but neither are we blind or deaf. We shall save our wrath for the enemies of the God-Emperor," says Izak Tem.

  • spacecaptaindickjusticespacecaptaindickjustice Registered User regular
    Gesturing toward the nearby vessel, Grendel muttered, "The ship carries prisoners? It seems you already have wrath in ample quantities captain."


  • ela_zulela_zul Registered User regular
    "Aye, It seems you are right good sir." The captain nods towards Grendel. "The sooner we get these prisoners to Sheol 17, the sooner I can rest a bit easier." He then looks towards Izak Tem, now with significantly more ease than moments prior. "Thank you sir. What services can a humble captain offer the Inquisition?"

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  • vertrouevertroue I am Female Totes Not a SithRegistered User regular
    "Transportation and Information. We need to get to Sheol 17 fast."

    Blood and Fire
    From the Desk of Darth Vertroue Diplomat to the USA.
  • ela_zulela_zul Registered User regular
    "Transportation I can offer. Your timing is impeccable, as we will be leaving momentarily. Perhaps the God Emperor smiles upon your path this day. Sheol 17 hmm? Well I suppose its none of my business what the Inquisition wants with that hell hole. As far as information goes, I have plenty, it is simply a matter of whether any of it will help you or not. I can certainly try however."

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  • Dread__CthulhuDread__Cthulhu Registered User regular
    "Tell us what you know of Sheol-17 and its occupants," says Izak.

  • ela_zulela_zul Registered User regular
    "Sheol 17 serves one and only one purpose. The planet in all its entirety is a prison and its occupants are heretics to the Imperium of Man. It is not a planet that you want spend even a small amount of time on. Alas, my job consists of shipping heretics gathered from this sector to the prison so that they can be interrogated and processed. I am afraid that is all the information I can offer since I have not made it my business to remedy knowledge of such a place." The captain looks towards one of his crew members and nods. "Now if that is all, let us board and prepare for our departure."

    The captain leads you onto the transport towards a hall filled with two rows of chairs on either side of the hall. "Please strap yourselves in until we have left Scintilla's atmosphere. Afterwards, feel free to use any room on the ship to your needs. Any of my crew members can and will be available for anything you require. The dining area is just down at the end of the hall, help yourselves to anything you might need. It will be a while before we reach Sheol 17."

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  • Dread__CthulhuDread__Cthulhu Registered User regular
    Izak sits and buckles himself in, in preparation for liftoff.

  • spacecaptaindickjusticespacecaptaindickjustice Registered User regular
    Buckling himself in, Grendel turns to speak to the captain. "Where might the propulsion facilities be located Captain? I had scant opportunity to study technology such as this in Gunmetal City and it is an area which greatly interests me."

  • ela_zulela_zul Registered User regular
    edited December 2013
    "Your going to want to make your way down to the middle deck. Take one of the lifts at the end of this hall. Once on the middle deck follow the hall to the very back of the craft and from there follow the signs, you can't miss em'. If anyone asks, you let them know that the Captain sent you down to check on things. Now if there isn't anything else I will make my way to the flight deck. Prepare for launch."

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