Ordo Hereticus: Valhen XI incursion

[Foxgirl Jay]

Aboard the Indefatigable Wrath, 
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Sasharen personal pict chimes, the screen flaring to life with a gently strobing green glow. It distracts he left from her recreational reading, as she gives a sidelong glance to the offending machine. Her terminal had been set to make it clear. This late in the Inquisitorial vessel's simulated day-night cycle, she was not to receive messages unless they carried great import.

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It chimes again, as she rises from the seat in her personal quarters. Fishing a cypher key from beneath her blouse, plugging it in to the pict with a deliberate push of her thumb. A small pinprick, from a needle and a blood recognition device within before the Magenta-level encryption key will activate. 


Pict unlocked. She brings up the message. 


>>> In the Service of his glorious God-Emperor of mankind, Ordo Hereticus Inquisitor Sasharen Dolmuth.


>>> Posthaste make travel to Valhen XI.


>>> Heretic activity suspected. Investigation demanded. 


>>> Further intelligence to be delivered upon arrival above orbit.


>>> Ship Captain alerted already; travel underway shortly. 


No sign of who it had come from, Sasharen notes. She unplugs the Key, stowing it back away beneath her blouse. "I must have my retinue." The Inquisitor says with a few gentle nods of her head. She dons the robes, and makes for the Guest Quarters, the Gathering room to be specific. Ensuring that all amoung her group are alerted to arrive there as soon as is possible. 


Little info to go off, nothing to glean from the message. Heretic activity...


( @Petroshka - make ur dang character )

 

[Petroshka]

 Katisma was busy praying to the Omnissiah when she was alerted to the Gathering room she flinched at the alert but decided to finish her prayer(although she attempted to speed it up) before leaving to go. She grabbed her omnissian power axe that she occasionally used as a walking stick and used it to get up. burning out the incense that flooded her quarters she turned and walked out the door toward the gathering room. When she arrived she wasn't surprised to see that inquisitor Sasharen waiting for her. "what is it? i had to cut my prayers short for this." She gestured her hand as she talked obviously showing that she was either slightly angry or uninterested on what they had to do, before gripping her power axe again, metal tipped fingers making a metallic noise as they landed.


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[Foxgirl Jay]

"Apologies, my loyal Martian friend." Sasharen says with a wolfish smile, and a rather sarcastically differential bow to Katisma.


"Cutting ones prayers short. Aha, that is a thing that no servant of the Imperium ought to do." Sasharen says with a tut-tut. " I've heard the Astartes will continue their personal benedictions even as desperate hordes claw at their Holy armor. "


"Perhaps that ought to see you written up. Derelict in your duty of Prayer to the Omnissiah who is one with the God emperor." Her smile says that she's joking. Only half joking. A dangerous smile.

 

[Petroshka]

"Tread carefully with your words inquisitor, unlike the Astartes i do not have Mark VII power armor." Katisma thumped her chest which produced metallic sounds. "Perhaps i shall cut short more prayers and have that shower of yours stop working again? Or have you wait for me until we arrive to our destination?" She then mumbled about something about her being closer to the Omnissiah than Sarharen all the while giving her a glare. 


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[Foxgirl Jay]

Sasharen laughs. She can afford to harass her retinue for fun. Even this Tech Priest. She feels none threatened by the Martian, unarmed and unarmed even as she is.  "We will all need to bolster our will and mental shields, aye. We've a task. Investigation, nearby planet. " The Inquisitor says, placing her hands on her hips. "I trust your systems are operating efficiently, as usual my dear Adeptus." 


Sasharen glances back at the entrance. No sight of the others. Yet. 


Between the partition walls circling the room, she spies a trio of helmeted Stormtroopers patrolling.


@Petroshka

 

[Radazart Teh Gr8]

Just then, a man turns the corner. Clad in a long-coat and stovepipe hat he could only be identified as a member of the Ordo Hereticus. He was clenching a rifle between his arm while scrolling through a dataslate, and a servo skull hovers closely behind. As he draws closer, he stores away his dataslate, takes a hold of his rifle in one hand and lays his hand on the rim of his hat.

"I have heeded your call, Lady Dolmuth" Cassius says, taking off his hat in a deep bow towards the inquisitor and a brief nod of recognition towards the techpriest. "Also my greetings to you, honored Enginseer Phanira." he says with the dignity and humility expected of his rank. He keeps his hat in hand as he looks around and raises his eyebrow at the inquisitor "I assume we can not yet speak candidly here?".

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[Foxgirl Jay]

"There is nothing yet that curious ears and prying eyes ought not to have access to." Sasharen replies, giving a nod to her subordinate inquisitor.  "But you are correct that such idle chatter would be best left for a secure room." She crosses her against her chest. She gives another quick inspection of her surroundings, to each of the three entry ways in the circular, domed room in turn.  She taps one finger against an elbow, with a slight frown of impatience. Then her eyes flick to the bow-side entrance.

Dressed in khaki pants and blue fatigues, comes a compact muscled man with much of his lower jaw replaced with an expensive augmetic and a bald head. And joined behind him, similarily dressed, but almost opposite in body type, tall and wispy looking with combed back blonde hair. Two Scions, assigned to Sasharen, and Sasharen alone.


The shorter man goes by the name Argen Sola. Exceptionally skilled with a hotshot volleygun and handy around explosives.


His partner, Garrin Jokr, precise shooter with a knack for getting himself in to places they don't belong. Given his early life as a criminal. Not too fond of being reminded of his past.


They offer quick, panting salutes and a "Ma'am" and "Sir" to the Inquisitors, and a simple acknowledgement of the techpriests presence. Wherever they had come from, was further away on the ship, and needed them to take a run to arrive in timely fashion. No need to harass them over the minimal delay. Sasharen was certainly not pressed for time, as she explains.



"Soon, the Captain shall take our Indefatigable Wrath in to the writhing Empyrean. We've an estimated, in Terran time, week long journey in that sea of souls 'til our destination. I cannot say more, for there is no more to say." The Inquisitor says with a growing frown. "I do so detest vague assignment directions, do you not?" She asks of Cassius.

 

[Radazart Teh Gr8]

Cassius ponders for a brief moment to think of an adequate response to the inquisitor. It was an art in itself to be the Emperor's mouthpiece in speaking to His lambs and enacting His vengeance upon the threat within. And it was something Cassius took very seriously. Perhaps as a result of his training at the Schola Progenium, or the fact his every word was weighed against each other to determine if he were worthy of climbing the ranks of the Ordo Hereticus. He could, of course, just be an overachiever. That was certainly a thought running through his mind on occasion. But one can only expect excellence in service of the Golden Throne.

"While I certainly believe it impairs our ability to act... I am aware some would believe this kind of discretion, albeit contrived, to be blessed by the Emperor. And it is not yet in my place to challenge the wisdom of that." he answers Sasharen. Though from his tone of voice he conveyed well enough the annoyance he harbored towards such an impairment of their holy duty.

He puts his rifle by his side, wrapping his arm around the barrel and fiddling with the brim of his hat. An annoying flap had formed in the material, and after trying to bend it down in vain, he places it back on his head, looking up at the bend with a sneering expression.


@Foxgirl Jay

 

[Petroshka]

Katisma looked at all of them with indifferent eyes, only truly caring about what they carried on their person. The one named Cassius held a interesting rifle, it was ornate, she wasnt sure if it would make for effective fighting however, Katisma started to day dream about modifying it. increasing the power supply, taking it apart and adding lighter-weight metals and taking away the useless parts... breaking out of her trance she saw two Scions walk in, acknowledging her  "Pah, shall i modify that hat of yours to fix that flap? maybe that gun while you let me touch it" 


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[Radazart Teh Gr8]

Cassius smiles and takes off his hat once more. "I did not know the Mechanicus' skills at maintenance extended to fine tailoring. Though I assume your..." he briefly eyes the various mechadendrites and other artificial appendages hanging from the techpriest's back "...'hands' are more capable than mine lady Phanira" he says, trying his best to be courteous. He extends his hat towards the inquisitor, though clenches his rifle and obscures it behind the fold of his coat, noticing the tech-priest having eyed his precious weapon of choice.
@Petroshka

 

[Petroshka]

Katisma reached over with one of her appendages with a claw and clamped down on the hat where the flop was. She kept the clamp on tight heating it up a little with other appendages helping. After a good 30seconds she let go and stared at the where the flop should be, once a good enough time had passed she decided it was enough and retreated her appendages to their place. "You're welcome" @Foxgirl Jay @Radazart Teh Gr8

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

Sasharen had pretended to not notice their little conversation too much. It seemed rather silly, pointless and pedestrian. Such things that ought not rightly be coming from a budding young Inquisitor's mouth. She'll see fit to chastise the man, later. Remind him of the trappings of his station. As for the Cult Mechanicus woman, it was not her place to meddle with their social behavior. Sasharen clears her through pointedly to return attention to herself, crossing her arms and standing taller.
"You," Sasharen starts, turning her eyes to each of the four members of her retinue in turn, "know that a task is ahead. You will prepare, be ready to heed the Emperors call to duty."


To Cassius she says "You will follow. I've a word or two for you, Interrogator."


"For the rest, dismissed."


Snapping quick salutes in unison, the Tempestus' men leave in just the same hurry as they had come. Sasharen likes such alacrity and purpose in their actions.


Sasharen turns on her heel, to exit the gathering hall. Down the corridor to her office and quarters. She does not turn around to see if Cassius has followed. She knows that he will.


As she's leaving the hall, she hears a harsh blurt of binary, the sound of vocalized machine code causing the hair on the back of her neck to stick up. Something about the way the Mechanicus prefer to speak amongst each other bothers the inquisitor, on a psychological level.


The machine code had come from another of Katsima's order entering the hall as the Inquisitor left. Hunch-backed, with four satyr-like mechanical legs working to keep the tangle of countless mechanical implements, tools, heatsinks, processors and surveyor equipment standing straight and steady. The priest seems bulky, and not at all with planned design. Asymmetrical, as most Priests become as their human flesh is stripped away, replaced with machine, and built upon for greater efficiency, efficacy and utility for their holy purpose.


Mechanicus Katisma will return.


The Priest, identified as Horlok makes no gesture as it 'speaks'. Only present the clicking and clacking, whirring of machinery and hissing pistons. It stands tall for one of it's order, seven feet of un-even, vaguely humanoid construct, all beneath the red robes of Mars. Another blurt of Binary.
The Enginarium lacks your presence.


Terse, efficient and without emotion. A language befitting of the Priests.


@Petroshka


@Radazart Teh Gr8

 

[Radazart Teh Gr8]

Cassius, now donning his freshly ironed out hat gives a nod towards the inquisitor. "Of course, Lady Dolmuth" he answers, sensing the inquisitor's discerning gaze and stepping up towards her to follow at her will.


@Foxgirl Jay

 

[Foxgirl Jay]

She clasps her hands together behind her back as they walk the halls, her high boots clicking with loud purpose. "Your analytical skills have, thus far, not been found wanting. Excellent in fact, at sorting through apparent droves of wastrel and false positive information..." She gives a slight shrug of her shoulders as she trails off.  They arrive to her well furnished office and quarters. Behind a desk made of a strange blue-tinted wood, Sasharen sits. She motions for Cassius to do the same. She hangs the coat she'd worn across the back of her high backed seat.


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