Mini-Mission Part Two Knightmare just screamed after entering the club. A simple adjustment of his helmet's systems had been enough to transform the sound into something that even began hurting the Night Lord, although he did laugh as everything made of glass shattered and more than a few patrons collapsed. In the sudden silence that descended when the scream ended a single shot rang out, the largest and most mutated creature Knightmare could see exploding as a bolt shell detonated in its chest. "I advise you all leave." With his other hand the Despoiler powered up his chainsword. "Things are about to get messy."
"But we loooooove messy!" One mutant that had been dancing until now screeched and started to rush towards Knightmare. The surrounding did similar, while only few cowered in fear on the ground or made for the outside. In the end, the Night Lord had to deal with a dozen Mutants armed with blades and auto-pistols - who opened fire and started to swing after him. A good bunch of them may look like this:
Mini-Mission Part Three Maybe I'm getting too old for this. The thought flashed through Knightmare's mind as he watched the mutants scrambling towards him. Sneering the Night Lord made his own move, running towards the approaching horde with his chainsword howling away at full speed. An old memory, of Knightmare before he was Knightmare, surfaced, and the Night Lord allowed it to dictate his actions now. Planting himself in the ever-moving center of the mutant mob Knightmare used the mob against itself, redirecting attacks so that mutants shot or stabbed other mutants, the Night Lord only going after those who he felt were the greatest threat. With only blades and bullets though which of the mutants were really a threat to any Astartes?
Being raised by the collar, the figures hood falls back to reveal a man leaving the age of his prime. Hair a bleached ghostly white. Once tan skin, now a sickly pale hiding in the shadows. Besides being uncomfortable, his simply shut right up and waited for the Space Marine to finish before speaking. "Hasting, Calcifer Hastings. At your mercy. My apologize. My previous emply wasn't the most trusting of sorts. I tend to ramble when excited. Used to be an acolyte by profession, specializing in information gathering and cryptology. Now I am but a Scholar of a Malefic nature according to the Inquisition. I seek the plunder of secret knowledge the Imperium is too primitive or too frightened to understand. The only certainty is Change. Without Change there is only stagnation and ruin... May I ask a final question? Can you put me down?" Calcifer didn't try to flee. His eyes would occasionally dart up and down, as though looking for something to exploit. Seeing as how he didn't struggle, it was safe to assume he saw nothing but death if he did otherwise. Instead, small clank rung out near the Blood Angel's feet. A small cube of odd design, with glowing blue symbols. That's when the man tried to struggle free, no speaking as he tries to take back the item.
Thanatos let go from one moment to another, letting gravity work it's magic and let Calcifer fall to the ground, uninterested in the object. "Given my goals you will serve greatly. You better have true knowledge, else.... Well... Let us just say that your life will take another... Change, should you reveal yourself as a scam, betrayer or simply - a fool. And I hope for your own sake that while you seek knowledge, you are not a robber like certain Astartes from the Aurelia sector (Blood Ravens). Get a quarter, or make the almost empty library your home, I do not care. Just get to work and gather your own intel on The Seven Deadly Sins." Thanatos instructed and prepared mentally for whomever else wanted to further annoy him. OOC: Should you elect to make research, perhaps even question NPCs or inquire even visions from @Casavay , feel free to do so. Personal stuff without other PC interaction will be handled via PMs. I just want to do it that way since it's 'your chars thing'. Same with Divination of the Nurgle Seeress.
With the pep-talk of "Don't do anything stupid or I'll have your head" over, Raternle and his Robot headed into the ship to meet the Magos that Thanatos had mentioned, not bothering to wait for the Warpsmith as he was not some idle sheep of the Imperium that needed to go anywhere in flocks. While walking to the Forge, he diverted his Robot to the Dark Chapel so that he could see if there was already members of the crew that would have need of the place, given that he would have need of people like that if he was to make war-machines that were blessed by one god or another....
No, no they were not. Those that did not kill one another fell victim to Knightmare's own actions. But who could blame them? They were already tired out from their non-stop partying, consuming drinks and drugs and other stereotypical Slaaneshi activities. However, it appeared to lure the target out. However, it was the entire opposite that one would expect to run such... Institution. "Are you causing the ruckus 'ere matey?!" The female demanded to know while unsheathing her sword, revealing to be an ancient master-crafted power-sword, fit for an Astartes to be held. Her right bionic eye flared up from a green to a red. She wore a cobalt-blue jacket with various medals and accessories. One could think it was a former Imperial Navy officer, until the necklace came into sight which bore the symbol of a Rogue Trader. "You haveth chosen the wrong place to 'reck 'avoc! By my name, Lucida San-Seraph, I shalleth strike you down!" To show the foe her prowess she swung the weapon in quick circles and gave it a few stabs in the direction of the Astartes, although they were still a thunderhawk-length apart from one another. And whatever Mutant controlled the lights must have found it more 'dramatic' to put the spotlights on the two warriors about to clash together... Dark Magos - Workshop + @Vulpas reminder Whenever the Datasmith and perhaps eventually the Warpsmith, too, would arrive they would see a typical Dark Mechanicus agent keeping check of his inventory in the massive workshop that was more of a mini-manufactorum. First of all, the main construction area was easily big enough to harbour even a Thunderhawk, which also had some sort of lift - judging by the security-distance lines and the nearby control panel. An array of mono-task servitors were on standby but not activated across a wall in two rows. There appeared to be a second level, accessible via ladder or from another room. But it was more of an observation balcony to see the progress of work than anything else. Most likely the only area Thanatos would step on, if at all, in thee workshop. The Magos was the only active humanoid walking around in the vast, empty workshop. Well, empty beyond the equipment he was checking. There were different smaller workstations to maintain, repair and modify weapons with simple terminals and various tools. If one would look at the ceiling, massive servo arms and tools could be seen that could be extended, usually only seen at massive forge worlds to manufacture tanks, air- and spacecrafts. Rasputin wore a helmet encasing the entire head with glowing neon-green lenses and the typical crimson robes of an Adept of Mars, however instead of golden trims, they had black ones. And next to each Opus Mechanicus, was also the eight-pointed-star of chaos. Mechanical tendrils emit from the bottom of his robes, as well from his shoulders.
Mini-Mission Part Four The Rogue Trader wasn't the one Knightmare was there to kill but her accent, the same as the Legion Master's, just offended the aristocratic Nostraman. Rolling his eyes, not impressed with her showy dispay, as he slowly approached the suicidal woman Knightmare leisurely shot at her, intending to either distract or force her back.
Moving faster than the eye of the Astartes could see, she appeared to have stood still, but in fact she leaned to the side to evade the shot. It simply detonated in the wall behind her. "You would be a fool to try that again! So how about you just turn 'round and leave, eh? Would be a shame to worship Khorne by accident, matey." She grinned sly.
Mortimor- @Casavay @matt23 @Maleth Mortimor Wandered into the dark chapel looking for the Nurglite seeing others already working on it sparked a smile under his helmet, As he wen't want to help he spotted in something coming in behind him, As he turned to it he saw the odd machine no face like features and looking much taller then him, As he looked at it he seemed surprise he had rarely seen a mechincus device like this. "I wonder who you belong to? You aren't a servitor No flesh? But seem to be all metal." he said as he looked to it backing away now looking to the Nurglite shrine with several Coughed. "Hello Fellow brothers and sisters of our Dear Father. I see you are making a shrine to our dear father May I be of help Constructing it with you?" he asked as he looked to the other Nurglites. "Sit boy." he said putting Cerberus to his side with his leash on him. Malrus- @Maleth @Uriel1339 Malrus heard the steps behind him spotting the agent of the dark mechincus he only turned to give a nod to the mechincus as he looked back at him, He spotted Its Robot him, Seeing it leave and head towards another part of the ship. Interesting companion what I wouldn't mind seeing that Robot's workings or schematics. He thought to himself as he made his way he remembered hearing legends from the veterans that spoke about those robots, More advance the servitors and deadlier didn't even have a daemon with it to, He smiled thinking of his own creations he made. he would learn more about them later. Entering the workshop his eyes gazed around the room, Looking upwards at the large servo arms and various tools that could outfit large vehicles of war a useful place for ones ship and likely running efficiently under the rights hands. As he saw the Magos he wen't first to introduce himself. "Greetings Rasputin, I am Malrus Warpsmith of the wolves of Horus, I have come here to introduce myself to you and make myself useful to your Lord Thanatos with my skills that I have as a warp smith." He said introducing himself to the dark mechnicus
