Vinov: A World of Death(Akkad, Greysight, Ghent and Yeng)
The Interrogator turns, the glass vial still in his hands, to face Greysight. The yawning black gulf of the bolter's muzzle seems to be reflected in what you can see of his eyes.
"This is a potent and valuable weapon, crafted and honed by the Magos to exploit one of the bio-beast's few weaknesses. If we use it properly, it will inflict a great and terrible wound upon the enemy, allowing us to slay it from within. If we do not, our opportunity will be lost and Syndalla will fall. The destruction wrought here upon Vinov will be visited upon Beregar city and not a single crop will ever grow upon that planet. Not a single child will ever grow old. Your sacrifices will have been for nought."
Ryken gestures to you with the vial, the green liquid swirling within.
"You are much the same. You are a weapon of unimaginable strength, crafted by the greatest minds this Imperium has ever seen and tasked with its protection. But a weapon must be wielded correctly, or it will never strike true. Ask your Swordhand brethren, those who fought within the bio-beast itself and were unable to inflict a telling blow. I have drawn you here as a warrior draws a sword from his scabbard. I have aimed you at the enemy and I will thrust you in to the hilt if that is what is required to ensure the continued dominion of Man."
He places the vial on the table beside him before turning back to Greysight.
"You need not like me; you need not trust me. I care little for your opinion either way. But you will abide by your oaths and do as I command, or we will all die." The Valshari Valley(Solastion, Atratus, Teralil, Vorr and Varvost)GM: The charges on the Valshari Dam are armed and set - they will detonate in less than two hours, adding an urgency to your tasks.
Solastion and Teralil, between them, are able to manoeuvre the Space Wolf's prostrate form through the farmhouse, the Techmarine offering a muttered prayer of obesience to his armour's machine spirits as it bangs off the door frame.
++It would've been easier to just take the wall out,++ Varvost voxes.
For her part, Haldane shouts orders at the mortals occupying the farmhouse. Hurriedly, sheets of paper and maps are torn down from the walls and stuffed into boxes.
Outside, the Inquisitorial agents open the double-doors to another wooden building, a barn of some sort. A heavy sheet is pulled aside and you can see the bulk of a massive cargo-conveyor, a twelve-wheeled vehicle with a flat-bed (GM: a grimdark version of this combined with a Taurox
"From the sound of it, Brother Solastion," the Interrogator says, "we should leave as soon as possible." Imperial Cruiser 'King of Kings'(Tyber)
There is a moment of silence on the bridge as DuRanes considers his options. The armsmen shift nervously as they wait for some signal as to what to do.
"If that is your wish," the words grind grudgingly out of the Captain's mouth, "the Adamant
shall withdraw and I shall inform the Battlefleet Command how insistent
you have been."
Edited by Commissar Molotov, 18 April 2020 - 12:13 PM.