Mini-Mission Part Five "I've a prize to collect. I'm not leaving without it and if you don't move I'll collect you as well." Knightmare broke into a run for the final stretch and swiped at the woman, screaming whilst right up in her face in an attempt to disorientate her.
Raternle followed the Warpsmith's lead in introducing himself and so said in Lingus-technis "Greetings Magos, I am Raternle, Cybernetica Datasmith. I was told by Thanatos that I could be of assistance. " Unlike the Astartes, who he had no real respect for, the Mechanicum man's tone held some respect for the Magos out of the simple fact that the Magos knew more than he did about technology.... Not that he wasn't willing to learn what the Magos knew then perhaps dispose of the man once he had out lived his usefulness to the Datasmith.
@Casavay Tyranus turned to the one who spoke letting out a brief cough, "None who come foreth....to honor the loving father of decay....shall be turned away...." He coughed again, "We have not started it's construction yet....but I am sure we are all, all....ears when it comes to ideas....but I believe this bless witch of decay....to be the closest to our Father....perhaps she should do the honors of foreseeing....what it is our Father would want..."
~~ Dark Magos Rasputin - Workshop ~~ "Two new servants? Oh how delightful." The voice was asexual, and low-gothic, the voice modulator integrated in the helmet apparently scrambling, if not even decoding the original voice, if not language overall. "Let us get to work, to work we shall get!" He exclaimed out loud, the voice echoing across the workshop. "You see. I was part of the local Mechanicus Enclave, before Thanatos showed up and actually held value in my work. But there is something I want in the local enclave. I do not know, nor care if you have been affiliates of the locals before. But let me tell you this. I want it. I want it baaaadly. What it is you will ask next, my calculations say. Buuuuuuut.... It would be not nice to ruin surprises.... You will gather it for me however, to show me that I can trust you, and therefore can grant you Epsilon access to the workshop." He pointed at a crappy mini workstation in a dark corner. "You will have to earn your trust. So run off and fetch me what I want. It is cargo container XV-88-242-132-Alpha. It is being loaded up in a vessel shortly to be shipped off to some Iron Warrior Warlord or something, I do not really care. Just make sure the cargo container makes it's way to our vessel instead. Steal the truck, exchange the delivery destination, steal the entire vessel it's being loaded up, I do not care about the how. I desire results. Deliver or well... Don't use my workshop." The Magos pointed with a tendril to an exit room. "Chop chop. Or else the target runs away." "One more thing... Just out of personal experience in the.... Alliance with Thanatos, I suggest to take additional support along, perhaps even recruit mercenaries from this hell-hole. Now go my little adepts of the dark arts of machines, go off and fulfill your duty!" The Woman was as cool as the winds of Fenris. Literally. As she simply bent backwards in an inhuman fashion, evading the blow. The Night Lord could feel the ice in the air. Especially when the woman wrapped herself around him from behind and stroke over his cheek (or well the cheek of the helmet) with the back of her hand - just short before making a couple of back-flips to build up distance. "Oh do not believe you stand a chance.... But how about instead... I join you and your Thanatos? Let me on-board his craft.... See what he is up to.... I could give you something, an insurance, to show you I do not intend to assassinate him... But you already became his lackey among strangers. Would it be not better if you at least would have a friend along your side?" She talked while playfully swinging her sword around in the air. "Could even help you kill the one you want dead, mh?" Her eyes were not even on the Night Lord as if not caring about his presence.
It seemed that he didn't need to prove himself to Thanatos, but to Raternle it seemed the Magos was the one that asked for a task to be done to prove loyalty..... A pity the man shouldn't have revealed how much he wanted it, because that meant if he had what the Magos wanted, Raternle would have leverage over him. So the Datasmith left the Forge, sending a signal to his Robot to return to him. Once reunited with his robot, he headed out into Hades Station, to search for some mercenaries that might be able to help him take the cargo container with the designation XV-88-242-132-Alpha, and perhaps serve as enforcers of his will on board Thanatos' ship. He didn't care what species ended up working with him, so long as they obeyed him and him alone, for what use was there in turning down manpower just because they happened to be Orks?
Chapel @matt23 @Vulpas Without turning her head, Sarcopha examined the newcomers as they moved towards them. They too seemed to be blessed childer of Nurgle, well, one of them. But even if they were not - All but the accursed pawns of the schemer were welcome to the warm embrace of Papa Nurgle, and even they would eventually die, and rot. Tzeentchians were fools to believe that their slave-master had the sole mastery of change. Nodding, the witch stood up. In her head, she already saw flashes, uncertain and ever-changing images of the future of this ship, branching and both glorious and disastrous. She paced as much as her body allowed. "The construction of a shrine begins within the hearts of men willing to build it", she mused. "I thank you for the honour, brother Tyranus, but if we begin to establish hierarchy, we go against Papa's will to have a good family. Leave the dissent and preening and prestige to the unenlightened." Seven times did she walk in circles around them, then seven times back again. With every circle, she tapped her staff seven times while walking, each time stroking a different skull of the seven it bore. Eventually, the Vulture Prophet stopped dead in her tracks. "Let us pray." And without further motion, she fell to her knees in front of them.
A strange smell is floating trough the corridors close to the privat quarters. It isn't a foul nurgle smell, nor a good parfume. it is a strange, sickly sweet smell, mixed with a stingy smoke. It comes from a small gap in a door leading to Ziik'neris room. It is decorated in a tribal, almost shaman way, with skulls, strange runes and strange equippment put around in strange symbols. She is herself sitting on her knees, meditating infront of a large spider head, with strange pink candles standing around her, with a sligh greenish flame.
Malrus- @Maleth "It Shall Be done Forge master, I shall Bring it back" he noticed the other tech adept leaving before him. He already had a plan but first he would need Mortimor, As he left and tried to vox him he would soon find that any attempt at communications he made to him would not go through. "Dammit not now Mortimor." he said as he wen't out off the work shop. He could not get in contact with the marine and he would not spend all his time searching for him. He knew there was a possibility of him being at the shrine, But the chances of him wandering off there with other nurglites where higher. Deciding to change plans he decided he would possibly go with the Dark tech adept since getting the cargo container would help further both of there own works possibly. "Ah Fellow Datasmith Raternale was it, I would like to accompany you on our quest to recover this Container, May I make a suggestion of myself joining you on our objective, Since if we both go after us it can possibly both help us in our goal of Recovering this Container. I can begin with Helping on finding out where the cargo container currently is and where it is heading to intercept." he said as followed with the Data smith Mortimor- Mortimor turned of his Vox communications in his helmet as they all began to pray he took a kneeling and took off his helmet, putting it his belt his face now reveled. Several sores and pimples where on his face his own hair was greasy and black with a grease like ooze coming from it, His eyes were brown as he looked upon the shrine. He kept his mouth close but something near his mouth almost seem to drip out similar to saliva but a bit thicker, two hands clasp together he began to wait for the seer or another to begin in prayer to there great grand father Unaware of Malrus trying to contact him. Cerberus stood Obeying the beast masters previous order in sitting as he began to pray eventually laying down as he would wait for his master.
@Vulpas "It would be a prudent plan for you to locate the Cargo container while I gather up some forces to take it, by force or by more subtle means." Raternle said, somewhat irate by the casual manner the Warpsmith had addressed him. As soon as he confirmed the plan to get the cargo container, he carried on with what he was going to do before the Warpsmith interrupted him. The Datasmith was still trying to decide if the Warpsmith was a simple lackey he could manipulate or a dangerous rival that had to be removed on his way to power, so he would have to keep a close eye on the Astartes, just in case he was the latter.
Mini-Mission Part Six Knightmare laughed as Lucida, as he recalled her name was, attempted to ingratiate herself to him, the Night Lord simply removing his helmet to see what the woman might have done to it. "Do you think I care what you do? I want off this station and Thanatos is the only one hiring." A quiet voice at the back of his mind told him of a rat: he'd never said Thanatos' name before now and yet this woman knew about the Blood Angel, and the fact that Knightmare had signed onto his crew. "What you do when the Elysium leaves is up to you." Turning away from Lucida Knightmare began searching the club for any sign of his prey, keeping an ear open in case the woman proved to be the backstabbing sort.
