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  1. I do believe there is one reference to the Calixis sector in one of Fehervari's novels, so I'd there's a good chance Fehervari is at keast aware of Komus.
  2. Okay, everybody's probably noticed that I've been barely active with Stitches for a while now. Since Uni's started back up for me I haven't had much time or motivation to contribute to the game, and it's probably not fair to leave the rest of you hanging with only sporadic interjections. As much as I'm fond of Stitches and his antics, I'm going to have to say that I'm at the very least on hiatus from the game.
  3. Stitches Explosions. Lacerations. Burns. Shrapnel to remove. Shock. All thinks he was treated and... as he reflected whilst untangling himself from the psyjer who had broken his fall, all things he was glad to be free from in this moment in time. Stitches yanks on the proffered suit. Keep your medic alive, rule 362 subsection f7 and sub- clause six. It was his favourite that one. That said, in the guard a diagnosis of radiation poisoning was less something to be treated and more grounds to assume the patients reassignment to a forlorn hope unit. He plunges into the cloister as the psyker motiens at him. Aye, time to go. Feth, he hadn't even had the chance to snag some med-supplies.
  4. Sluice-gate? An exit was always a good thing to have. "No way to cover it, but they're not exactly going to be pressed against the glass when they blow their charges." He taps at the terminal to authorise the airlock access and seal it off from any attempt to reverse it. He takes another glance at the triage security feeds, trying to gauge the situation, before resuming moving towards the cloister entrance, covering the window as he does so.
  5. Stitches is putting on an appropriately horrified face for the benefit of the hostage takers. Maybe that'll buy them a little bit of time. Giving way to the temptation to laugh, well, then they might try something else. They were all on a timer of course. The gunners wouldn't want to be caught here when whatever response team was on its way turned up. On the other hand, neither did they. Stitches turns so that the gunmen can't see his face. "There anither terminal back there? Can we purge this room from inside it!"
  6. Stitches hisses and taps away at the console, attempting to bring up the vid-feed from the triage units. They were in a confined space with no apparent way out, up against an enemy that was almost certainly better prepared and equipped than they were. Another regular day in the guard, and he'd thought he'd gotten out of all of that grox-dung.
  7. Stimms yells back at those outside. "I'd get in here if I were you, I've control of the airlock and purge controls from this end. Falk, the purge protocol in the cloister got shut down before it could run. Make sure you're not about to get jumped."
  8. Stitches carefully sets the vial down. "Be bloody careful with that. Don't lose it, don't break it. Oh, and I'm pretty sure that's our dead inquisitor smeared across the floor over there. Looks like there might be some interface ports left if Bardas wants to take a look." To be honest, Stitches had been astounded to see the machine-man again. After he'd seen him loose his grip at the train... well, those kinds built themselves tough didn't they? Inhuman freaks, Oh, yeah, the terminal.
  9. Has anybody looked at the Blue Triangle or the terminals yet?
  10. Stitches crouches by the [RED TRIANGLE] organic mess on the floor, eying it suspiciously as he tries to figure out what it is, or was. At Falk's query he glances up. "What do you want me to do, open it and have a taste? Field-medic, remember?" He shakes his head. "I'll take a look at it in a moment, but we'd best get everything we can out of this room before Reynard triggers whatever it is."
  11. ++I'll try and join you shortly.++ Stitches attempts to navigate hisvway to the rest of the group.
  12. Stitches bows low before the security guard. "Many thanks, many thanks. Please convey my... ah, gratitude to his lord and ladyship, for the honour of serving them." With this said he scuttles off towards the facility. Once he's sure he's out of hearing distance, and that his mouth is out of sight, he mutters into his com-bead. "Loose in the facility with a medical passcard, and permission to make use of the facilities. Might have a watching eye on me though, one I'd rather not start twitching." Preferably, the guard's warning would be an empty one. Preferably the noble family would immediately forget him (he was sure they forgot about commoners all the time). Unfortunately, the God-Emperor had long since shown that he didn't give a damn about Garvus' preferences. What was it he had promised to do again? Build a cathedral? Well, that wasn't happening, and he didn't thing His Holiness would fall for it twice.
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