Post by Archon No'ki on Feb 3, 2005 16:32:49 GMT
This bit of fluff I wrote awhile ago for my Inquisitor but alas never finished. I'll post what I did get done and then maybe any coments will get me to finish it. Maybe
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Logon stood out side the door of the Navigator’s Son, one of the seediest bars in the underhive. He was waiting for his associate, Magnum. Just then he saw a small figure run round the corner, there was a shot, and the figure fell to the floor. A much taller figure now walked round the corner, bent over the body and picked up a small leather bound book. “Pick pockets again Magnum?” laughed Logon as he walked over to greet his friend. “Indeed.” Magnum was by far the tallest of the pair but Logon was built heavier and more muscular. Where Magnum wore a long brown trench coat, Logon wore a pair of tight fitting leather jeans and a surplus Imperial Guard flack jacket. The two couldn’t be more different. Together they walked into the bar.
The air in the Navigator’s Son was thick with smoke and other toxins, the way it always was. Logon sidestepped a knife aimed at the person behind him. He walked up to the bar and ordered two pints of the local swill. “So where is this guy?” Asked Logon as he took a sip from his drink. “I’m not sure,” replied Magnum, “He said we would know him when we saw him, but, I don’t know. Something just doesn’t seem right.” Just as he finished talking there was the sound of smashing glass and the room began to fill with tear gas. Arbiters! The bar door came smashing down with a shock maul imbedded in it. Most of the underhive scum attempted to flee, but were soon detained by the Arbiters. A select few attempted to fight. The stand fast gang members gunned down a number of Arbiters, but were gunned down themselves by the Arbiters. Logon span round and blew a hole threw the chest of one of the Arbiters with his shotgun, while Magnus pulled out his laspistol and custom revolver. One, two, one two. His timing was perfect, not wasting a single shot with either weapon. That’s what implants will do you thought Logon as he felled another Arbiter. He quickly realised that he and Magnus were the only two still fighting the Arbiters. They were fighting back to back now, nowhere to run, Arbiters closing in on them. As he span round to fire on another Arbiter, Logon noticed a large figure appear in the doorway. Suddenly one of the Arbiters burst into flames and started to roll about on the floor catching his comrades alight as well. One of the Arbiters charged at the new figure, powermaul held high. With one hand the figure grabbed the powermaul and with the other threw the Arbiter half way across the bar. From a flash of light from a gun muzzle, Logon managed to make out a small symbol on the figure. This person was no ordinary hive dweller; he was a member of the Inquisition. Obviously the Arbiters had seen this aswell as they quickly disengaged and fell back out of the bar.
The inquisitor strode over to the pair, still standing back to back, weapons in hand. “Please. Take a seat”, the Inquisitor said, in a very controlled tone, no emotion was betrayed by his voice as he motioned to the only chairs in the pub that were still in one piece. Logon slid down onto the bench seat opposite the Inquisitor and placed and his shotgun on the table as Magnum returned his pistols to their holsters. “I take it you’re the one we were supposed to meet?” Logon always went straight to the point. “Indeed I was”, the Inquisitor didn’t even seem to notice the cheek with which Logon spoke. “I am sure that you two, of all people, have noticed a change within the local gangs. More raids on innocents, more and daring attacks on the Arbiters.” Neither Logon nor Magnum could deny this. “I have chosen you two to aid me in finding the reason for the change with in the gangs.” At this Logon began to laugh, but quickly controlled himself and began to speak, “Yeah? You think you can walk in here and tell us what to do? Emperor, we don’t even know your name! But I’m sure we can come to some arrangement. 10,000 credits and you got yourself a couple of mercs’.” Now it was the Inquisitor’s turn to laugh, “I have burnt men on a stake for mouthing of to me less than you have just done. You seem to forget that I am a member of the Emperor’s Inquisition and that at a single word I could have this meaningless world destroyed.” There was no hint of anger in his voice, and only a slight hint of amusement. “But I like you, so you will live. It is quite within my power to order you to aid me, and you would have no choice. But I have learnt that men work better when there is something init for them. So I will pay 6,000 credits and give you a choice of any weapon you desire from my armoury.” Logon made to speak but was silenced by Magnum’s hand on his shoulder. “We accept your offer lord Inquisitor. But there is one other small thing that I ask, your name.” “My name is a powerful weapon, and I can not give such a weapon to you. Perhaps in time I could trust you with such a weapon but for now you may call me Inquisitor.” With that he pushed himself up from where had been seated and motioned for Logon and Magnum to go with him.
Logon leant out from behind the barrel he was crouched behind, and quickly returned to where he had been when the ground just in front of him was peppered by atuogun shots. Just across from where he was Logon could see Magnum in the same position as him. The Inquisitor was nowhere to be seen. Just then Logon heard a new sound, it didn’t sound like atuoguns, it was a bolt pistol. Magnum was to his feet firing down the street with his pistols, but there was no return fire. Logon swung round the side of the barrels he had been crouching behind and opened fire with his shotgun. He saw about six gang members running straight for him, but they had no weapons. Two fell to his first round as another two fell to Magnum’s pistols. He looked behind the gang members and saw the bodies of many more lying on the ground, the large figure of the Inquisitor striding over them firing a pistol. The head of one of the gang members exploded as the Inquisitor fired his pistol again. The last member glanced backward and saw his friend’s body lying lifeless on the floor. As he ran he stumbled, a bullet striking him in the leg. The Inquisitor ran down the street towards where the gang member had fallen, his robes flapping aside just long enough to show the dark red power armour under it. The Inquisitor strode up to the figure lying on the ground, “Who do you serve scum?” asked the inquisitor as he placed a large power armoured foot on the ganger’s neck. The ganger slowly turned his face to stare straight into the inquisitor’s eyes, “You’ll never find the puppet master. He controls all.” Such defiance in his voice. Under different circumstances Logon would have called him brave, but with an Inquisitor standing over him those were the last words of a dead man. With one twist of his foot the Inquisitor broke the ganger’s neck. “Come. I sense we are near the end of our hunt.” And with that the Inquisitor turned and carried on the down the street.
[To be continued]
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Logon stood out side the door of the Navigator’s Son, one of the seediest bars in the underhive. He was waiting for his associate, Magnum. Just then he saw a small figure run round the corner, there was a shot, and the figure fell to the floor. A much taller figure now walked round the corner, bent over the body and picked up a small leather bound book. “Pick pockets again Magnum?” laughed Logon as he walked over to greet his friend. “Indeed.” Magnum was by far the tallest of the pair but Logon was built heavier and more muscular. Where Magnum wore a long brown trench coat, Logon wore a pair of tight fitting leather jeans and a surplus Imperial Guard flack jacket. The two couldn’t be more different. Together they walked into the bar.
The air in the Navigator’s Son was thick with smoke and other toxins, the way it always was. Logon sidestepped a knife aimed at the person behind him. He walked up to the bar and ordered two pints of the local swill. “So where is this guy?” Asked Logon as he took a sip from his drink. “I’m not sure,” replied Magnum, “He said we would know him when we saw him, but, I don’t know. Something just doesn’t seem right.” Just as he finished talking there was the sound of smashing glass and the room began to fill with tear gas. Arbiters! The bar door came smashing down with a shock maul imbedded in it. Most of the underhive scum attempted to flee, but were soon detained by the Arbiters. A select few attempted to fight. The stand fast gang members gunned down a number of Arbiters, but were gunned down themselves by the Arbiters. Logon span round and blew a hole threw the chest of one of the Arbiters with his shotgun, while Magnus pulled out his laspistol and custom revolver. One, two, one two. His timing was perfect, not wasting a single shot with either weapon. That’s what implants will do you thought Logon as he felled another Arbiter. He quickly realised that he and Magnus were the only two still fighting the Arbiters. They were fighting back to back now, nowhere to run, Arbiters closing in on them. As he span round to fire on another Arbiter, Logon noticed a large figure appear in the doorway. Suddenly one of the Arbiters burst into flames and started to roll about on the floor catching his comrades alight as well. One of the Arbiters charged at the new figure, powermaul held high. With one hand the figure grabbed the powermaul and with the other threw the Arbiter half way across the bar. From a flash of light from a gun muzzle, Logon managed to make out a small symbol on the figure. This person was no ordinary hive dweller; he was a member of the Inquisition. Obviously the Arbiters had seen this aswell as they quickly disengaged and fell back out of the bar.
The inquisitor strode over to the pair, still standing back to back, weapons in hand. “Please. Take a seat”, the Inquisitor said, in a very controlled tone, no emotion was betrayed by his voice as he motioned to the only chairs in the pub that were still in one piece. Logon slid down onto the bench seat opposite the Inquisitor and placed and his shotgun on the table as Magnum returned his pistols to their holsters. “I take it you’re the one we were supposed to meet?” Logon always went straight to the point. “Indeed I was”, the Inquisitor didn’t even seem to notice the cheek with which Logon spoke. “I am sure that you two, of all people, have noticed a change within the local gangs. More raids on innocents, more and daring attacks on the Arbiters.” Neither Logon nor Magnum could deny this. “I have chosen you two to aid me in finding the reason for the change with in the gangs.” At this Logon began to laugh, but quickly controlled himself and began to speak, “Yeah? You think you can walk in here and tell us what to do? Emperor, we don’t even know your name! But I’m sure we can come to some arrangement. 10,000 credits and you got yourself a couple of mercs’.” Now it was the Inquisitor’s turn to laugh, “I have burnt men on a stake for mouthing of to me less than you have just done. You seem to forget that I am a member of the Emperor’s Inquisition and that at a single word I could have this meaningless world destroyed.” There was no hint of anger in his voice, and only a slight hint of amusement. “But I like you, so you will live. It is quite within my power to order you to aid me, and you would have no choice. But I have learnt that men work better when there is something init for them. So I will pay 6,000 credits and give you a choice of any weapon you desire from my armoury.” Logon made to speak but was silenced by Magnum’s hand on his shoulder. “We accept your offer lord Inquisitor. But there is one other small thing that I ask, your name.” “My name is a powerful weapon, and I can not give such a weapon to you. Perhaps in time I could trust you with such a weapon but for now you may call me Inquisitor.” With that he pushed himself up from where had been seated and motioned for Logon and Magnum to go with him.
Logon leant out from behind the barrel he was crouched behind, and quickly returned to where he had been when the ground just in front of him was peppered by atuogun shots. Just across from where he was Logon could see Magnum in the same position as him. The Inquisitor was nowhere to be seen. Just then Logon heard a new sound, it didn’t sound like atuoguns, it was a bolt pistol. Magnum was to his feet firing down the street with his pistols, but there was no return fire. Logon swung round the side of the barrels he had been crouching behind and opened fire with his shotgun. He saw about six gang members running straight for him, but they had no weapons. Two fell to his first round as another two fell to Magnum’s pistols. He looked behind the gang members and saw the bodies of many more lying on the ground, the large figure of the Inquisitor striding over them firing a pistol. The head of one of the gang members exploded as the Inquisitor fired his pistol again. The last member glanced backward and saw his friend’s body lying lifeless on the floor. As he ran he stumbled, a bullet striking him in the leg. The Inquisitor ran down the street towards where the gang member had fallen, his robes flapping aside just long enough to show the dark red power armour under it. The Inquisitor strode up to the figure lying on the ground, “Who do you serve scum?” asked the inquisitor as he placed a large power armoured foot on the ganger’s neck. The ganger slowly turned his face to stare straight into the inquisitor’s eyes, “You’ll never find the puppet master. He controls all.” Such defiance in his voice. Under different circumstances Logon would have called him brave, but with an Inquisitor standing over him those were the last words of a dead man. With one twist of his foot the Inquisitor broke the ganger’s neck. “Come. I sense we are near the end of our hunt.” And with that the Inquisitor turned and carried on the down the street.
[To be continued]