Xenos Hunters Session 34

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	antoine	It is a few days before you are to be called to the stand, you walk the corridors outside the closed session of court. The Watch Commander is within, the deathwatch's representative. The patrols have been long and boring with only your brother and your serfs as company. The night cycle recently begun and the humans have gone to bed as you stalk the corridor. The faint reverberation of fans...
	antoine	...blowing recycled air through vents your only company.
	Sinbad	walks around covered in his camo-cloak, stalking the halls for what seems like the thousandth time in waste
	Balmung	stomps down the hallway
	antoine	The fan on the south end skips a few beats in its cycle, unusual...
	Navarre	++I am finding this assignment to be rather... boring.++
	Bellerophon	walks his beat, heavy bolter in his hands and Xavier by his side.
	Balmung	grunts "We should be doing something beisdes walking up and down hallways++
	Bellerophon	++A south side fan has undergone an odd murmur. I am going to examine it.++
	Bellerophon	clompclompclomps to the fan
	Omniel	nods and accompanies Bellerephon. ++It may require maintenance.++
	Anselm	huffs over the vox. ++Don't waste too much time on it. And keep vigilant - there are numerous Inquisitors arriving. No harm can be permitted to come upon them.++
	antoine	As Bellerophon approaches the fan with Omniel close behind, three small objects clatter down the shaft and pop through the wide vent grate gaps before coming to rest on the floor in front of the Ultramarine.
	Navarre	"We could stress test the stairs again."
	Balmung	laughs
	antoine	The little objects appear to be krak grenades...
	antoine	But where are their pins?
	Anselm	++Bellerophon? Report.++
	Bellerophon	grabs Xavier and juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuumps
	Navarre	"Here I am in my old age letting fenrisian and chogoris barbarians influencing my thinking. What is becoming of me?"
	Bellerophon	gets out of the way to assist Omniel disarming them!
	Balmung	tries to shrug
	Balmung	"Eh"
	Bellerophon	helps Omniel disable two of the three, but the third one escapes their grasp.
	Omniel	activates his servo-arms and combi-tools to begin defusing them, working fast.
	Bellerophon	does the only possible Ultramarine action left, and jumps on the grenade to minimize the damage.
	Navarre	"Well, what can I say... you've been a terrible influence."
	Balmung	laughs "I haven't heard that in a while"
	antoine	Omniel did well, disabling the first and logically abandoning the second when it was clear the pin had been ripped out and caused damage to the mechanism so it could not be disabled. Finally the third was disarmed but then a bright flash and a percussive bang echoed through the halls as the krak grenade detonated with Bellerophon and Omniel standing over it.
	Anselm	looks to Sinbad, furrowing his brow in vexation. He frowns. "They keep me waiting. What say you to this? Am I worth the respect of responding?"
	Balmung	++We haven't found anything++
	Sinbad	++Yes, of course you are. We all are, Brother Champion. But...conclaves are as this in any organization. Take it as Al-malik. If he may wait on the Throne for his servants to conquer his galaxy, then so may we wait another...couple days.++
	Sinbad	sighs
	Bellerophon	makes an oof sound
	Omniel	raises his arms to guard himself as the grenade explodes. ++Brother Bellerephon, what is your status?++
	Navarre	"You hear something, Balmung?"
	Balmung	"Aye we should check it out"
	Anselm	reactively taps his vox on. ++Status. Now!++
	Bellerophon	++Situation: I just had a krak grenade explode on my chest, how do you think I feel.++
	Sinbad	++Why was there a krak grenade on your chest?++
	antoine	The metal underneath the krak grenade was ripped open but luckily not too damaged as to risk a breach.
	Anselm	++A valid question. Where did this come from?++
	Omniel	++Because he leapt onto the grenade.++
	Sinbad	++I suppose that solves that mystery then.++
	Bellerophon	takes a knee and brushes off the slag stuck to his chestplate
	Bellerophon	++There were three of them that fell through one of the south vents.++
	Sinbad	++...!++
	Anselm	++Trace it, Omniel. Find where that vent goes and look for signs of any recent activity. Find where it goes.++
	Bellerophon	++Alert the Watch Commander and the Inquisitors. Watch Station Hestia is compromised.++
	Anselm	++Brother Balmung, Brother Navarre. Be aware.++
	Omniel	++Understood.++
	Omniel	grapnels up to the vent and kind of peers in, looking around.
	Bellerophon	++Rather, I shall inform the leadership of the situation.++
	Navarre	++Finally. SOmething interesting!++
	Anselm	looks to Sinbad. ++The Brother-Chaplain shall alert the Watch Commander.++
	Balmung	chuckles
	Sinbad	nods
	Anselm	++And negative. Stay with Brother Omniel, Bellerophon.++
	Bellerophon	++The rest of you watch and listen for fans off cycle, or the sound of grenades.++
	Sinbad	++I shall go disturb...Decimus, at the conclave doors.++
	Sinbad	moves off beneath his cloak towards the court
	Anselm	++Vox me once your task is complete, Chaplain Sinbad. I shall begin investigating on our end.++
	Sinbad	gives an affirmative grunt through the vox
	Navarre	++Something foul is about. What say we investigate it, Brother?++ Time for Balmung and Navarre to punch heretics!
	Omniel	++There is someone inside of the vent, Brothers.++
	Omniel	++Far, far up.++
	Anselm	eyes the hall. ++Report the instant you find anything. Especially you two, Navarre, Balmung - we need to know if this is an isolated attempt or if there's something organized.++
	Balmung	"Sounds good to me"
	Omniel	"Freeze, intruder! Reveal yourself now, and I will be merciful!"
	Bellerophon	tries to contact Tellion and the Canoness, being the only two Bellerophon knows he can trust
	Bellerophon	tries to contact Tellion and the Canoness, being the only two Bellerophon knows he can trust outside of his Kill-Team
	Anselm	searches the hallways to no avail, somewhat distraught.
	Sinbad	calls to his skull as he backtracks to the team
	Sinbad	"Matriarch, witch hunt, if you please."
	Omniel	++The intruder is on the move. I will attempt to track.++
	Omniel	drops down and activates his Auspex, hoping to follow the readings.
	Anselm	++Do so. Do you require assistance? My sector is clear.++
	Bellerophon	++We cannot attempt to follow him through the vents, but the unaugmented might.++
	Bellerophon	++We could rouse a select few.++
	Anselm	++No, but you can trace where that damned vent leads. Find it and get on it.++
	Balmung	++Want me to sniff him out?++
	Anselm	++Is your section clear?++
	Omniel	++The materials are obscuring my Auspex.++
	antoine	Sinbad's servo skull bobbed around for awhile before responding, "No activity detected."
	Balmung	++So far++
	Sinbad	murmurs a worried prayer and meets with the group
	Sinbad	++Any progress?++
	Anselm	++I am not convined this is isolated. I wanto you all to redouble your efforts.++
	Anselm	++And Brother-Chaplain, have you alerted the Watch Commander?++
	Sinbad	++I have. At least I have told Decimus. I hope he goes to tell him.++
	antoine	As Balmung continues vigilantly forward his boot hits a tripwire set between two rooms. The doors swing open and two beds hung up inside in a makeshift fashion released to fall and move to crush him, each with long jagged metal spikes at the end made from the ripped off and sharpened metal legs pointing towards him.
	Anselm	++Regroup with me, Brother-Chaplain. I am unsure of this area's safety. We should also consider checking the genetorium for any tampering.++
	Bellerophon	++We must reconvene to protect the trial. If the sanctity of the room is compromised, all is lost.++
	Sinbad	goes to Anselm
	Navarre	++We may have to move slower, Balmung.++
	Sinbad	++This angers me! What is going on?! How is there traps this close to us when we have walked these halls for days?!++
	Balmung	++Someone tried to boobytrap the hallways++
	antoine	A sound echos through the vent system, "Where is it? What have they done with it?" a maddened, deep voice that would unnerve you if you were not a space marine.
	Sinbad	thinks very hard and very quickly before...
	Omniel	++The station is clearly under assault.++
	Sinbad	"We put it in the bathroom!"
	Sinbad	says to the vent grate nearby
	antoine	Patriclus comes half running, half hopping down a corridor to Sinbad as he puts on a pair of boots and starts buttoning up a combat jacket. The flustered man shouts to you, "Isabelle will be along shortly."
	Sinbad	++...I hope that works.++
	Sinbad	"Heard the blast, then?"
	Anselm	loudly grumbles. ++Omniel, Bellerophon. If you cannot find the attacker, then group up with Balmung and Navarre and ensure the Conclave Chamber is secure.++
	antoine	"Bellerophon called on the vox."
	Omniel	++Understood.++
	Omniel	moves to regroup with the others.
	Bellerophon	changes his vox frequency to Xavier and his honor guard and attempts to rouse them from their slumber
	Anselm	eyes the Commissar's curious change of apparent age. ++Brother Sinbad, you and I need to ensure the halls leading out from the Conclave to the docking bays are clear and safe. I want nothing to be able to harm the Inquisitors. And damn it all, where are the station's serfs when we need them?++
	Sinbad	++Make a larger explosion, and they'll awaken as Patriclus.++
	antoine	As the man buttons up his shirt you notice that he has lost several years worth of aging lines in his face and while several scars remain his body is toned back to what you would expect of a man in his late twenties.
	Sinbad	picks up Patriclus and puts him on his shoulders, before running full speed through the halls
	Anselm	follows after Sinbad.
	Balmung	clomps down the hallways to meet up with the rest of the team
	Navarre	tromps behind him.
	Bellerophon	++And what about us? As the leader, we defer to your wisdom.++
	Anselm	++Momentary change of plans. All of you, meet with me before Brother Decimus. I must wait on Sinbad, but as it will be before the Conclave Chamber we can then redeploy from there.++
	Balmung	++On our way++
	Anselm	hurries to the meetingplace.
	Bellerophon	++Understood.++
	Bellerophon	heads off for the meeting spot
	antoine	The space marines converge on the meeting place but as Omniel walks along he feels a sudden pull from a wall before his entire body is sucked by an unseen force, his servo arms, arms, legs and head all stuck to the wall.
	Navarre	"... that's one hell of a magnet."
	Bellerophon	turns around after he hears the clang of Omniel hitting the wall
	Omniel	++Brothers, this is exceedingly uncomfortable.++
	antoine	A laugh is heard through the vents, "You took it didn't you. You took it all away, with the alien things."
	Bellerophon	++I wasn't aware you were exceedingling ferrous metals, Brother.++
	Anselm	looks up at the ceilings. ++This apparent infiltrator's insane ranting is grating my nerves.++
	antoine	Sinbad soon appears with a force of humans alongside him
	Sinbad	"Has the damned heretic been caught yet?"
	antoine	Patriclus, Isabella, Joffery and a group of battle sisters.
	Bellerophon	tries waking Xavier and his honor guard once more with a query through his vox
	Anselm	shakes his head to the Chaplain. "No. He has not. He's apparently waylayed Omniel."
	Sinbad	stomps in anger
	Anselm	angrily jabs a fist up towards the ceiling. "And he keeps taunting us. I think he has some sort of comms system set up in the vents."
	Sinbad	"What heresy is this?! How did hundreds of Astartes and the most guarded individuals in His Majesty's Imperium miss a single idiot?!"
	Bellerophon	++I will send my retinue into the vents once they are roused and prepared. They will be able to flush out any heretics.++
	Sinbad	"Well tell him again what he's looking for is in the water closets!"
	antoine	Balmung heaves with his terminator armour, managing to overcome the force and peel the Techmarine, one limb at a time from the wall. The Space Wolf roars and screams as he detaches the Dark Angel.
	Sinbad	puts his hands to his head in agitation, thinking on what to do
	Omniel	++My thanks...++
	Sinbad	raises his head and looks to Anselm
	Sinbad	"I have it! We should set fire to all the halls! It will set off the bombs and chase the intruder!"
	Bellerophon	++And destroy the oxygen.++
	Anselm	stares at the Chaplain with as blank an expression as he can muster.
	Navarre	++And then kill everyone else.++
	Omniel	++Oxygen is not strictly a requirement.++
	Bellerophon	++I might be able to reverse their plan of attack now that I have more information. I must consult the Codex.++
	Sinbad	++The flames shall sort the heretics from the pure.++
	Anselm	shakes his head clear of the thought after a few seconds of intense gazing. ++Brother Balmung, your senses have been demonstrated to be vastly superior to ours. Can you try to... well... you know what I mean...++
	Navarre	++Unstable ground your walking on, Brother.++
	Bellerophon	++Flames are not a requirement for those who no longer have lungs or are encased in armor such as ours.++
	Bellerophon	++Nearly all of those inhabiting this station lack both.++
	Bellerophon	reads his Codex on his autosenses, looking for relevant passages regarding assaulting and infiltrating a space station
	Anselm	looks to Joffery and the lovely couple. ++I'd prefer we not leave our lesser fellows airless. Let us all regroup and then redeploy to deal with this.++
	Balmung	starts sniffing
	Bellerophon	++They are following what is roughly Codex-sanctioned actions. Utilize fast attack and destroy targets as they are seperated using vents and ducts.++
	Bellerophon	++It will be difficult to defend against. We will have the most success if we find them first.++
	Balmung	grunts "I know that smell....."
	Omniel	++Is there a way to block off the areas of the vents?++
	Sinbad	pings Decimus
	antoine	Patriclus pipes up, "Perhaps the sisters and I can start crawling through the vents to clear them?"
	Bellerophon	++It might be possible to override their controls and force the vacuum shields to deploy.++
	Bellerophon	++But the vents provide atmosphere for the station. We cannot shut it down entirely.++
	Sinbad	"...Too dangerous. The first thing to do while infiltrating the vents is to trap them to prevent just that idea, Patriclus."
	Anselm	grumbles, and thinks.
	Bellerophon	++There is safety in numbers. The Sisters with the good Commissar and Xavier and my Guard with the Canoness will provide force enough to match.++
	Navarre	++Perha's we should alert the inquisitors?++
	Bellerophon	++Or divided up however we find most appealing.++
	Sinbad	++The Watch Captain has been alerted through Decimus.++
	Bellerophon	++The Inquisitors cannot be bothered or reached at this time.++
	Sinbad	"...!"
	Anselm	++Given the intricacy of these traps, it would be wise to ensure they are directly advised. If we find anything more significant, we will need to evacuate the Conclave.++
	Sinbad	"Oh Throne!"
	Sinbad	begins to run off
	Sinbad	"I'm going to the Reliquary! "
	Omniel	++Go with caution, Brother.++
	Anselm	++Brother Sinbad?++
	Anselm	looks to Balmung. ++Follow him. Help him.++
	Bellerophon	++Does this Station not have a Keeper to oversee the Armory? Or a Chaplain to maintain the Reliquary?++
	Anselm	++It's understaffed. We're the only Astartes present at this time.++
	Navarre	++I'll go as well.++
	Bellerophon	++That is distressing news.++
	Balmung	follows the air vent down the hallway
	Anselm	++If the Conclave arrived with their retinues...++
	Anselm	trails off.
	Anselm	++This man has an agenda, and it's far-removed from that oaf Hardgrave's trial.++
	Anselm	++Let us all go with Brother Sinbad.++
	Anselm	looks to the others. ++Unless you can think of some place he might strike besides the Reclusiam?++
	Bellerophon	++However, I agree with the sentiments expressed. Our relics and equipment must be protected. I propose this: The unaugmented remain here to maintain the cordon around the Conclave while we defend our items against the predations of the heretics.++
	antoine	Balmung continues on along, passing several vents before a vent flies past his head and a voice shouts, "No, you cannot take me!"
	antoine	vent grate*
	Sinbad	calls through the nearby vent as always
	Sinbad	"WHEN I TAKE YOU I WILL EAT YOU!"
	Balmung	"Quiet! I saw something"
	Sinbad	stops and raises his new bolter, waiting on Balmung
	Sinbad	++What is it? This heretic must not breach the sanctity of the Reliquary!++
	Anselm	stops on his heels. ++We need to check Room 615's xenos-stores. He might be trying to release xenos. Bellerophon, Omniel, Navarre, you all come with me!"
	Navarre	++Yes sir!++
	Balmung	"There's something scurring around in the vents, it's light colored and humanoid"
	Bellerophon	++And the Humans?++
	Balmung	"Something familiar about it's scent also, I just cant put my finger on it"
	Anselm	grunts. ++Let them come with us. ++
	Bellerophon	++Understood.++
	Bellerophon	++What color does "light colored," mean?++
	Sinbad	++...It means he's naked?++
	Sinbad	posits
	Balmung	"Just saw a glimpse of it before it scurried off"
	Anselm	heads off to the xenos-vaut.
	Omniel	falls in behind Anselm, weapons at the ready.
	Bellerophon	motions to the humans and walks with Anselm
	Anselm	++Ah! Can someone please vox to have the bays shut down until we've found this man?++
	antoine	A clang is heard above Anselm as you advance together.
	Anselm	stops, and slowly draws his blades.
	Anselm	snarls. ++I just might have him...++
	antoine	As Balmung continues to track he bumps into the group heading to the xenos stores.
	Balmung	follows the vents
	Navarre	++He's here, isn't he?++
	Sinbad	raises his gun, looking about
	Anselm	++Above us! Get ready!++
	Sinbad	points up, gun barrels auto-loading
	Anselm	leaps up and slashes into the ceiling with his sword.
	Omniel	takes aim at the vent.
	antoine	Anselm tears off the grate set into the ceiling before a pair of large pale hands grab his head and pull him up into the ceiling and out of sight
	Sinbad	"What in the six-thousand Hells is that?!"
	Anselm	roars in anger.
	Bellerophon	tries to get a bead on the pair of hands so he may blow them off
	Navarre	+That's... just this side of disconerting. What can pull a fully armored Astartes like that?++
	Balmung	"Aye"
	Bellerophon	++It is a short list.++
	Sinbad	++I hope it's not naked.++
	Anselm	++You! I know you, traitor!++
	Bellerophon	++Why is nudity a recurring theme with you?++
	Sinbad	++The heretic seems naked. I have no desire to see a naked heretic.++
	Anselm	++Surrender!++
	Sinbad	climbs up on Balmung's shoulders
	Sinbad	++Brother Veteran, could I get a toss up there?+
	Balmung	grunts and moves over to let him up
	Sinbad	gives a hop with the kind assistance and crawls up into the vent
	antoine	Anselm appears suddenly, a pale fleshed marine crashing head first through the ceiling soon followed by the Champion.
	Anselm	roars out in fury and begins punching the Marine in the face.
	Bellerophon	points his heavy bolter at the Astartes menacingly
	Sinbad	calls from the vent hole
	Sinbad	"How dare you make me come up here and then leave!"
	antoine	The marine squirms away, a shiv in his real hand, the other arm is bionic. A replacement.
	Anselm	snarls in irritation, moving to attack the Marine again. "Traitor! I will destroy you!"
	Bellerophon	++We never entertained the notion he might have been on the other side, did we.++
	Bellerophon	++So begs the question: What now?++
	Omniel	++Some of us did.++
	Sinbad	sidles down and rejoins his unoccupied brothers
	antoine	The marine lashes out with the shiv at Anselm
	antoine	and misses
	Sinbad	++We did think he was a possible traitor. It's why I gave him to the Brother Veteran.++
	Sinbad	++Who did you give him to? I thought you kept him as a pet in your room?++
	Anselm	slides aside of the attack and punches at the Marine once more.
	Bellerophon	++The station is compromised. We cannot place him in holding, and we certainly can not travel with him.++
	Anselm	++Shut up and let me fight!++
	Sinbad	++Keep fighting! We're just talking!++
	Omniel	++If you require assistance, let us know..++
	antoine	The marine grabs at Anselm's weapons but cant grab a hold
	Bellerophon	++yes, I could easily put him down.++
	Balmung	++I gave him to the Dark Angel Chaplain hoping he could keep him under control and make use of the medicae facilities on the watch station++
	Navarre	++They don't teach us about the other group in the Aothecarium. I blame myself.++
	Balmung	"Last time I trust a Dark Angel"
	Omniel	ahems.
	Sinbad	absentmindedly watches Anselm's impromptu boxing match
	Sinbad	"Really going at it, aren't they? Where do you think he found all those explosives?"
	Balmung	"Not my fault he couldn't keep track of a single prisonor"
	Anselm	"Joffery!" the Knight howls. "Joffery! Get your restraints ready!"
	antoine	The marine snatches up Anselm's personal sword, the Knight heraldry inlaid in the grip obscured by the giants pale hand.
	Anselm	's eyeballs snap wide and his face contorts into the most hideous expression of rage a person could possibly manage to create. "You!"
	Anselm	draws his the power sword he was gifted upon becoming Champion and madly swings at the traitor.
	Sinbad	"Ooh, it's gotten exciting."
	Balmung	"What happened?"
	Sinbad	points
	Sinbad	"The armless one grabbed below his belt, and took his weapon in his hands and pulled."
	Balmung	"Uh oh that's not good"
	Sinbad	tilts Balmung backwards a bit, so he can get a better view while maintaining his balance
	Sinbad	"Better?"
	antoine	Anselm scores a deep cut in the marines leg, blood flowing freely before the marine with the soot covered face returns the strikes in earnest while shouting "I REMEMBER, DIE DOG, Ave Dominus Nox!"
	Bellerophon	++I wonder what the Canoness and the Comissar, and the Sisters, are thinking.++
	Sinbad	"They're really giving a good show."
	Navarre	++A pair of astartes fighting like cockerels?++
	Balmung	"Not as good of a show I'll show that damn Chaplain when I get my hands on him"
	Sinbad	"Rarely a better show, no?"
	Navarre	"Perhaps we should let Omniel handle the chaplain? He is from the same chapter."
	Omniel	++Perhaps.++
	Balmung	grunts
	Sinbad	"Grievance is grievance. Betrayed Balmung's trust, he did, since this fellow escaped."
	Navarre	"Escaped, released. Same difference, yes?"
	Sinbad	"Ooh! Saw blood there! Touche."
	antoine	The marine scores a solid hit on Anselm before the Champion responds.
	Anselm	, quivering with pure anger at the strike of his own weapon, doubles back and immediately lays into the traitor Marine. The Champion screams, swinging the sword at his enemy repeatedly and then promptly landing a punch at his face.
	Balmung	"Anselm sounds mad"
	antoine	The sword cuts deep again before Anselm knocks the pale marine out cold with a strong hooked punch to the head, sending the skull shaped soot flying off.
	Sinbad	clambers down from Balmung
	Sinbad	"Show's over, I guess."
	Balmung	grunts
	Omniel	++Excellent work.++
	Anselm	promptly takes up his personal sword, and stands over the Marine, seething with fury.
	Sinbad	"That was nice."
	Anselm	"My sword..."
	Sinbad	opens a whole for Joffery to step forwards to his master, not envying the man
	Anselm	flips his sword around and levels it with the infiltrator's neck. "My SWORD!"
	Navarre	"You're not going to kill him, are you? A half-crazed Astartes, now that we know his affiliations would be perfect fodder for interogation."
	Sinbad	"Just cut off his other arm, and you'll be even, Brother."
	Anselm	"He stole MY sword! Mine!" The Knight-Brother raises his weapon over his head.
	Anselm	stops. His breathing steadies, and he thinks about the act.
	Sinbad	"Cut off his sword then. He's an Astartes as well, traitor or no. He won't need it."
	antoine	The almost albino marine lies on the floor, he head swelling slightly from the bruising but otherwise incapacitated.
	Anselm	sighs and sheathes his personal sword. "Joffery. Joffery, come here!"
	antoine	The serf advances, "Well fought my Lord."
	Anselm	angrily grunts. "Bind him. Wait..."
	Sinbad	nudges Balmung
	Anselm	steps over to the traitor, and raises up his boot...
	Sinbad	"Should we walk you through the halls to trigger any more explosives?"
	Balmung	"hmm?"
	Anselm	Then brings it down atop his bionic.
	Sinbad	"Oh dear. That
	Sinbad	*'s expensive."
	Omniel	++Perhaps unnecessary. That could have been recovered.++
	antoine	The ceramite crashes down, tearing the bionic in two. leaving behind a small augmetic stump with a few loose wires hanging out.
	Anselm	"Now. Tie him so that he doesn't break loose. Does anyone have some strong cord or something? I don't think his manacles are going to cut it."
	Sinbad	"Cut off his legs? He's a traitor, no?"
	Sinbad	"Crazed one at that."
	Omniel	++Brother Anselm, perhaps this is not the time.++
	Bellerophon	++I've recieved an urgent vox regarding another part of the station. It is easily defensible and I will be able to hold out indefinitely. Godspeed, Brothers.++
	Anselm	has no patience to switch his vox on. "If I am not going to imprison this wretch, I'm killing him. Consider it a blessing I'll let him live."
	Anselm	looks down to examine his armor.
	Balmung	looks at Anselm "Now what?"
	Omniel	++We should transfer him to a holding cell.++
	Sinbad	++Decimus, we have apprehended who we believe is the intruder. It was the rogue Astartes prisoner. Please tell the Watch Captain.++
	Omniel	++If you like, I could perform interrogations on the prisoner. He seems healthy enough to answer my questions.++
	Sinbad	++/And/ we walk the dear Brother Veteran down the halls. Can't leave any of those traps left for the visitors later.++
	Anselm	groans in frustration. "Damn it all, put the damned traitor in a padded cell with as many restraints as you can. He's clearly very resourceful."
	Omniel	++Understood.++
	Sinbad	addresses the humans, telling them to carefully make their way back to their rooms the exact way they came
	Balmung	"I may need to have a chat with our chaplain friend next time I see him"
	Anselm	"Navarre, Omniel. The two of you are to take him to a cell and ensure he is secure. Interrogate him the instant he wakes up.."
	Sinbad	addresses his skull to end it's auspex pings and go to standby
	Anselm	looks to Sinbad and Balmung. "We must now find the rest of this man's traps."
	Sinbad	"Shall I go examine if the fool intruded upon the Reliquary? Or shall I continue the watch?"
	Balmung	"Alright"
	Omniel	++Understood.++
	Anselm	"Do so, Brother-Chaplain."
	Omniel	picks up the prisoner for transport.
	Anselm	finally cues on his vox. ++And Forge Master! Once this task is complete, I'll need you to mend my armor. Again.++
	Sinbad	covers himself with his camo-cloak and makes his way to his charge like an invisible elephant
	Balmung	stomps off after Sinbad
	Navarre	will follow Omniel. "Shall we investigate the Chaplain that was supposed to watch over this wretch?"
	Omniel	"Investigate how?"
	Navarre	"He's of your chapter."
	Navarre	"You tell me."
	Anselm	sighs, and heads off to search for more of the Traitor's handiwork.
	Omniel	"I may have to speak with him... it is disconcerting that the traitor could have escaped so easily."
	Anselm	++Krak grenade bundles. He broke into our cold vaults. Someone check to ensure they aren't boobytrapped, and be very careful about it.++
	Balmung	points down to a tripwire to Sinbad "Cut that one for me"
	Sinbad	cuts it with his combat knife
	Balmung	continues on looking for more traps
	Sinbad	follows along
	antoine	After a few sweeps you think the area is clear of traps.
	Balmung	"It's done"
	Sinbad	walks into the Reliquary to check for disturbances, and then rejoins Balmung
	Sinbad	"My thanks. Should we sweep the rest of the fortress?"
	Anselm	++For the love of the Throne. This has been a trying day.++
	Balmung	heads back to where Anselm is
	Sinbad	++It is not even the day cycle yet. It would be just our luck to have to go to the trial in several hours.++
	antoine	The Kill Team follows Omniel as he took the pale marine to the station's torture chamber and laid him down on the rack, he made sure to securely lock the deathly ill looking marine down to prevent another escape. Bellererophon and the humans waking for the day cycle have taken over your patrol duty with double guards set at every entrance and hallway around the court room.
	antoine	The marine slowly stirs from Anselm's beating. His jet black eyes focus and narrow to view those in front of him
	Sinbad	"Hey. Hey. Remember this voice, friend? Yeah. Guess what. We took you. Now I'm going to eat you."
	Anselm	stares at the traitor as though trying to kill him with his eyes.
	antoine	He spits through a bruised jaw at Sinbad
	Sinbad	laughs and glares through the infuriated glare of his eagle-skull helm
	Balmung	stands behind everyone else watching
	Sinbad	barely moves aside from the acidic spitwad, still laughing
	antoine	The spray goes just past Sinbad's head an sizzles as it eats into the wall.
	antoine	and sizzles*
	Balmung	"Not the talkitive type huh?"
	Sinbad	"Oh dear...it seems that you're still not tender enough yet for my jaws. We'll have to fix that."
	Omniel	++Hold, Brother Sinbad. We must begin the questioning.++
	Sinbad	holds back, and pushes a cart of tools to Omniel
	Omniel	selects one of the tools. "Let us begin simply. What is your name?"
	antoine	The marine looks at Omniel with contempt
	Omniel	applies said tool, methodically. "What is your reason for assaulting this station?"
	Balmung	looks on curiously, playing with his beard
	antoine	The marine smirks in disdain before spitting a new globlet of acid at Omniel this time.
	Omniel	tilts his head to the side, bringing up his plasma torch threateningly. He clears his throat, then repeats. "WHAT IS YOUR REASON FOR ASSAULTING THIS STATION?" His voice taking on a harsh, mechanical tone.
	antoine	"Because you are weak, I remember now. How easy it is to sow dread in the scared insolent children of real Astartes."
	Balmung	raises and eyebrow
	Sinbad	"He's a heretic. We know he's a filthy traitor. They lost. Can I kill him yet?"
	Omniel	sighs and continues. "WHAT WERE YOU SEARCHING FOR."
	antoine	"I have found it, my true calling once more."
	Balmung	"Being tied to a table and prodded?"
	Sinbad	"Spitting like a disturbed doop?"
	Omniel	attempts to jog the traitor's memory with a jolt from his plasma torch. "YOU WERE SEARCHING FOR AN ITEM. WHAT WAS IT."
	antoine	He struggles in his restraints, "I remember all now, I remember the Night Haunter beating Rogal Dorn to a pulp. I remember slaughtering the weak peasants you could not protect!"
	Sinbad	screams and stomps on the man's foot full force
	Navarre	"Hmmm... he seems to be mixed up."
	antoine	He laughs, "There was no item, only my mind. clouded by that fool. But I have found the answers I sought." His face screws up in pain when Sinbad stomps.
	Omniel	"WHAT FOOL? SPEAK CLEARLY, WRETCH."
	Anselm	narrows his eyes and folds his arms.
	Sinbad	jams his combat knife into the man's thigh in anger
	Sinbad	"Be glad I am in control of myself enough to not dash your brains out here!"
	Sinbad	says as he steps around to the back of the interrogation chair
	antoine	The knife hits something vital and a frothy liquid emerges from his mouth. He smiles between bloodstained teeth before slowly beginning to expire.
	Omniel	++Brother Navarre, stabilize him!++
	Navarre	sighs and gets to work.
	antoine	As he retracts the knife the marine's guts start to fall out.
	Balmung	"Don't you remember? The "Night Haunter" is dead"
	Sinbad	"...That wasn't my fault. I hit his leg. It's his fault for having a weak stomach."
	Sinbad	withdraws his combat knife
	antoine	Navarre manages to bind the wound, saving the marine's life for awhile.
	Navarre	"That's not what I'm talking about. Dorn's ire was with Perturabo and the Iron Warriors."
	Navarre	"As far as I know, there were no major conflicts between the Night Lords and Imperial Fists while either primarch lived."
	Omniel	++He seems very confused.++
	Anselm	"Stop arguing technicalities," Anselm drawls. "Get this over with. Find out what he was doing before the Dark Eldar caught him."
	Sinbad	++How then can we tell the surety of his answers?++
	Omniel	++We cannot, in all honesty.++
	Sinbad	++Is just as well. Please continue. The more pain this wretch is put through, the less his sins in Judgement before the Throne. We do him a mercy.++
	Omniel	waves the torch once more in front of the prisoner's face, to get his attention. "HOW DID YOU COME TO BE A PRISONER OF THE ELDAR."
	Sinbad	removes his own helmet briefly to spit on the man then withdraws to his watching corner
	antoine	The spit burns through his one good remaining arm as he replies, "They Eldar are renowned for their ability to inspire terror. I wished to learn from them, only to be betrayed."
	antoine	"That she-bitch too my arm."
	antoine	(retcon, it does not sizzle)
	antoine	took my*
	Sinbad	clicks his tongue from his corner
	Navarre	"Of course. A Night Lord. And here I thought he was a Raven Guard with his dark hair and eyes and pale skin. I should've known. A Raven Guard wouldn't have been captured by decadent eldar corsairs."
	Sinbad	"Foolish man! I thought that since you have survived since the days of the Great Betrayal that'd you'd be of more intelligent stock. But going to learn from the likes of the Eldar...?"
	Sinbad	shrugs and pities the man
	Omniel	++Have we further questions, Brothers?++
	Sinbad	++I suggest we simply cut off his legs and other arm and allow the Watch Station the opportunity to gain more from this traitor filth in the future.++
	Anselm	"I would not be opposed to this course of action."
	Balmung	stares at the marine
	Balmung	laughs "The ancient one could take you"
	antoine	The marine can do little but sneer
	Balmung	gives him his large wolfy grin
	Sinbad	raises his Crozius, shaped into a tribal carving of the spirit doop
	Omniel	++After the interrogation, I leave him to your tender mercies. It would seem prudent to ensure we have asked all that we need.++
	Sinbad	"Can I put this in him?"
	Sinbad	++We done then? Shall we leave him to the surgical servitors to cripple him?++
	Omniel	++A summary execution would be the most direct course of action.++
	Balmung	"Let me do it"
	Sinbad	puts his Crozius in Balmung's hands with a blessing, and tells him to wait a moment before beginning
	Anselm	steps forward. "I have some personal interest in this man's death. Very personal."
	Sinbad	calls to Omniel and Anselm
	Sinbad	"Please hold him down as tightly as you can. I have a better idea."
	Balmung	"Hurm?"
	Sinbad	calls over two surgical servitors and says to Navarre...
	Sinbad	"Brother Navarre, please remove this man's gene seed. I want him demeaned of his traitor father's legacy."
	Navarre	"Of course." And with that command... he does so.
	Omniel	looks away, uncomfortably.
	Balmung	raises an eyebrow
	antoine	The apothecary and the surgical servitors removes the geneseed before the Night Lord's very eyes. He screams in rage, "I WILL HAUNT YOU FROM THE GRAVE"
	Sinbad	"Oh, I don't think you'll be allowed to go there for several more centuries. Please. Stay as a guest of this lonely, lonely watch station.
	Sinbad	whisks the vials gently from Navarre's reductor and hands them to Anselm
	Sinbad	"Brother Champion, I hope that if you destroy these in front of him, they'd do your honor justice against his earlier theft?"
	Anselm	takes the vials in hand and grumbles.
	Anselm	"What to do..." The Knight-Brother spins the vials over in his fingers. "What to do..."
	Sinbad	stands back from the man and laughs at his loss
	Anselm	steps forward.
	Anselm	"I did not appreciate your theft of my sword. That weapon was forged for me by master artificer Simon Grekk. Grekk. That name bears more weight than you can appreciate."
	antoine	"I walked amongst the Primarchs, your whelp sword forger is nothing to me." He dribbles red blood onto his chin
	Balmung	hands Sinbad back his crozius
	Anselm	pops off the lid of one vial. "Wrong. You quabbled at the feet of Primarchs. It makes me very angry that one of such disgusting, vile heritage as you would ever dare to desecrate that sword."
	Sinbad	takes it back in thanks
	Anselm	turns the first vial over and pours it down against the Night Lord's forehead. "Here is your glorious Primarch now."
	Anselm	does the same with the other vial.
	Anselm	"A petty splotch dripping across a surgical table. That's the best way of describing him. And his worth."
	Sinbad	grows bored, and bids his brothers farewell, going to leave to pray to the Throne and tell him how good the day was
	Balmung	"Want a drink Navarre?"
	antoine	The Night lord splutters and spits in absolute rage at the indignity, "Kill me or I WILL hunt you down!"
	antoine	He strains with what strength he has left against the restraints
	Anselm	laughs. "You won't be able to."
	Navarre	"A drink? Such as what, Brother?"
	Omniel	++I must admit, he makes a compelling point.++
	Anselm	looks up at Omniel and Navarre. "Remove his limbs. I won't give him the grace of my weapon's edge."
	Balmung	"Ale"
	Balmung	"What else would we drink?"
	Navarre	"An Ale would be nice. After I finish the amputation." Time for SURGERY!