Hic in Suus Nomen (Heresy In His Name)

[Lord Commander Erus]

OOC: Here we go people.

A hiss sounded from the launching ramp of the Inquisition Black Ship. Massive, armored figures marched out bearing the livery of the Deathwatch Chatper of the Ordo Xenos. At their fore marched a grizzled Space Wolf veteran, feral and wild with his gray hair, fangs and tattoes, a suspensor aided heavy bolter swinging and sweeping the launch pad as other wordlessly and without vox established a perimeter.

Soundlessly a figure strides down the ramp, and though his bulk is less than that of an Astarte's, his very form radiates command and power, a noticeable chill in the air around him. A tabard, devoid of any sigils or such, is crossed only by a leather baldric that holds a beautifully crafted storm bolter at his hip, opposite a worn and battered looking blade.

The man stops, face concealed by a hood from his tabard, and a cold, Imperious voice echoes across, cutting off the planets Major Domos simpering welcome. There seems to be a cold pleasure in the look of shock expressed by the petulant official as the figure speaks.

'I am Inquisitor Julius Sedaire, Ordo Xenos solar. Consider yourself and your planet in my control now. You and your government will stand down, while maintaining a facade of control. I will in fact be ruling this rock, until a rumored trace of Xenos fugitives is uncovered. You will show me to your dwelling now, you may have whatever pittance was prepared for me. I expect all access codes within the hour."

With that, the Deathwatch circle back around him and he marches off without waiting, the Space Wolf in fine humor as he growls at a scrivener who is staring at him with distaste, the man fainting as he voids his own bowels.

In his head, Julius merely chuckled. That should have had enough flair to announce his presence to the others of His Ordo. Smirking, he stroked the skull on his belt as he mem-cued silent vox-net commands, the Dea****ch Marines shifting alignment, to allow a thunder hammer bearing brother to the fore of the line, the Astartes smiling up at the sealed doors.

'Brother Dossian.... they seemed to have sealed these just now, I can smell the pneumatic gas. Open the door, if you would...'

With a dour expression, the black-skinned Salamander marine hefted his hammer and swung mightily. The strike was accompanied by shouts and curses from the Major Domo, and Julius merely stepped inside, using the same mem-cues to summons his retinue out of the ship now that they would not be noticed. It was always best to keep your true strength hidden.

[calvor]

As Anvion walked down the ramp following his inquisitor to the meeting with the planetary government. He waited out side to make sure that there is nothing wrong, As he was waiting he saw a strange figure standing across the courtyard from him. As he went to investigate the figure disappeared. He heard a noise coming from the direction of the meeting he turned to see Julius and the Deathwatch marines walk though into the courtyard. He went up the meet they pronouncing that all is clear.

[Khemri_Daemon]

OOC: Am I still roleplaying the request for my transfer to the Ordos, or are we assuming that it went through and just getting on with it?

[Celestial Guardian]

Hidden by the shadows of a nearby tower M'yen watched the colorful spectacle of the Inquisitor's arrival. The Water Caste had told him it was immenent now that it was common knowledge that the planet had begun openly trading with the Tau.

M'yen was always amused to see the Gue'la make their presence known, even amongst their own. Something about the whole thing made him feel as though he were watching mere animals trying to maintain a fell of dominace.

Keeping out of sight he watched as the massive warriors circled the Inquisitor. These (what were they called?),...Space Marines were well trained. The target was kept out of sight until he needed to be shown. He knew that trying to take a shot was near impossible, so M'yen merely watched.

After obtaining the Alpha dominance of his species, the Inquistor had his men use a hammer to bring down the doors of a sealed building. This peaked M'yen's interest. What other little toys did these simple beings bring with them? If he could, he knew he would have to "borrow" one of these gadgets for the Earth Caste to study. That would be a secondary objective. For now he was to gain intelligence from the situation at hand.

Once the Gue'la had gone through the door M'yen ghosted away. He would be able to gain intelligence from his own little toys. Now it was time to retreat to his solitary post and listen in on the Adeptus Arbites channels for anything useful.

[Lord Commander Erus]

OOC: @ Khemri- Go ahead and wait until all others get up posted and i'm in my 'apartments', then you can come to me in person and request it, etc...

Julius smiled, sensing an odd, muted presence along the edge of his mind. He let it pass, shrugging it off as nothing and proceeded on. He heard sirens ahead, and a grinding crunch, and muttered. He cued his mem-link to the vox, thanking the God-Emperor that the tech-adept of the Death Watch was more open than the others, and willing to do as he asked. This telepathic link in his vox that enabled him to use it to send silent battle-net commands through the vox with his thought was a truly unique and useful gift.

Smiling, Julius cleared his sword from it's sheath, the immediate temperature dropping as witch-light flickered along it's blade, his storm bolter racking loudly as the slide clicked a clip home.

'Dossian, delta posistion. Jarias and Keldon, take the fore. I want those flamers ignited but not spewing. We're here to make as much noise as we can . Romulus, right behind them, suspensor heavy on the ready. Have the metal storm ammo loaded. We want big flashes, lots of light and fear and little casualties should it come to firing. Do not fire unless I send the cue."

Taking a moment, he stopped and physically cued a secondary vox that was a direct link to his young Interrogators.

"Come now. you're needed at the Major Domos palace. The local arbites are disputing Inquisitorial might. And Dossian say you have forgotten the Fenrisian ways if you're letting your lord get this far ahead, young Grendel.

[TheKiller333]

Merafon walked along with the Retinue, scanning the area for any signs of trouble with his keen eyes. It was then he spotted the Tau. Deciding not to speak, or even to alert anyone, was probably the best course of action. Starting a gunfight in the middle of the Inquisitors great arrival was probably not the best thing to do. Still, he kept his pistol close, ready to react if anything happened.

[Perturabo]

Deep in concentration at a cogitator staion deep below the city Relic one stopped, his fingers hovering over the activation keys. On a silent cue he types in the final sequence and turns on his heel and vanishes into the shadows

All that can be heard over the close channel vox is "It is done my Lord, i have the information you require"


For a few minutes all there was, was semi darkness with the occasional mote of dust in the half light, then with no warning the cogitator blew up...but here in the underbelly of the city there was no one to see it

Far away in the darkness Relic 1 smiled to himself knowing his masters work was being done

[Celestial Guardian]

On the way to his secret relay station something kept nagging at the back of M'yen's mind. He wasn't sure, but he had the feeling one of those Gue'la walking tanks had seen him. He wanted to throw the notion to the wind. He was M'yen after all, the unseen. How could this Gue'la have picked him out so easily?

Trusting his instincts he allowed the possiblity of the spotting to be acknowledged. The first lesson he ever learn was not to underestimate your opponent. It would be a cold day on Tau'n before he made that mistake.

A little research was in order. What were those markings on the left sholder pad of the "Space Marines"? He allowed the humor of the name to give way to a chuckle. Marines for space always seemed to be planetside. The irony was amusing. M'yen would do a few searches for information on the heraldry of those shoulder pads and what it meant. Knowing your enemy was the only way to prepare for them. He knew sooner or later he would probably have to fight them. Hopefully it could hold off until the fleet could be contacted.

The life of a Pathfinder was often a lonely one, but the solitude allowed for a sharp mind to excel. These conditions had made M'yen into the instument of the Greater Good that he was. They had allowed him to walk the ranks to his current position. They had allowed him to survive when so many of his acadmey mates had been killed. Now once again they would secret him amongst the population and allow him to do his job.

He needed a disguise. If that bohemoth had seen him, then he needed to be able to walk the streets without calling attention to himself. He had to appear more,... human.

[wolfpack]

Grendel exited the black ship, his long black cloak covering all but his arm and the axe it bore. Slightly ahead of the rest of the retinue, he strode down the ramp, sensing his lord's summons more than anticipating it. His hand rested lightly on the grip of his boltpistol beneath his cloak, the other grasping the power axe that rested on his shoulder, his thumb set on the power rune which would bring the weapon to life.

He stopped to scan the surroundings, momentarily sensing an alien presence, his mind straining to reach every shadow. The command from his lord came across his ear bead as he had anticipated then continuing on, still slightly ahead of the rest. He strode on with with purpose in his step, the Lord Inquisitor already moving with his Deathwatch towards the Major Domos palace.

As he cleared the dislodged doors he unholsters the master crafted weapon from it's resting place and slides the cocking lever back, chambering one of the explosive bolts within the modified 30 round magazine. With slight pressure from his left thumb he hits the activation rune on his Axe and the slight hum sends a satisfying feeling up his arm, as the weapon is brought to the fore.

'We are here my Lord, and fear not, I am not about to let you have all the fun' he voxes to the inquisitor with a slight chuckle. 'Dossian does well to remember that I still have two kills more than he, and he still owes me a tankard of ale for the last one.'

His pace increases as the rest of the retinue catches up, he turns to Meraphon with a puzzled look, and they follow in their lords steps at a modest trot, weapons at the ready.

[Lord Commander Erus]

The message from Relic 1 caused him to smile coldly as he walked past the Astartes, to the head of those surrounding the Major Dormos palace, all dressed in regulation Adeptus Arbites colors except for the front man, signaling him to be a Chastener.

Julius stood and looked at the man, snarling visibly as he tried to move past and was butted in the stomach by a shotgun stock.

'Chastener... What exactly do you believe yourself to be doing?'

'I believe I am keeping an Impostor from abusing the Holy Ordos. Stand donw, surrender your weapons. Astartes and you alike will be escorted, imprisoned and tried. Under just law, of course.'

'Heretical filth... I am an Inquisitor... I AM YOUR JUST LAW!'

The outburst saw the storm bolter swing up and spatter one of the nearby cars, exploding it to shreds. The sharpnel bounced harmlessly against the Arbites, but Julius fire was only the signal. Deathwatch marines pounced. Dossian let rip with metal shard loaded ammo. Explosions and flechettes rip through different surroundings, and heaped wrecks are set alight. All are done carefully, surgically, and not an Arbite is hurt.

Grabbing the Arbite by his neck, Julius slams him to a wall, not noticing the blood seeping from the mans mouth, as his newly enhanced body is still adjusting to the recently gifted armor and it's assisted strength. He had only hoped that in the process of his drawing the storm bolter that he had keyed the right frequency. If that hack heretic Staad truly was ruling this planet in truth, they would be facing things that he would need Grendel here for. As it was, he had to keep pretenses up until the boy got here.

'Chastener... You will be let down.. And you will open these doors. Or else Vaelsram will behead you, and you will be entered in the annals of the Ordos as Extremis Diabolous. That power rests within my grasp. Do.. You... Understand?'

[calvor]

The sound of gun shoots made Anvion start to run to the inquisitor. He knew that they weren't going to need him with the deathwatch with him, inquisitor Julius ordered him to follow at a distance. As he reached them, Julius had thrown an Arbite. Walking up to Julius, Anvion began to ask.
"Is every thing all right my lord?"
As the ducted the on coming fire from the rest of the Arbites that had seen what happened.

[wolfpack]

Grendel's trott turned into a full run as he heard the initial shots ring out. As he approached the melee, he witnessed his master lifting a chastener by the neck to meet him eye to eye, the fear spread across the man's face gave rise to a grin on Grendel's own.

"My Lord you summoned? The others follow closely" He said to his lord, just as the rest of the retinue came up...
His pistol drawn and waiting for what was sure to come...the axe in his hand set wide waiting for the stroke that would slice through an arbites armor and end a life. Anvion approached as two of the other Arbites let loose a salvo...Grendel dodged to his left and sprang on the closest...holding the axe to his face and bellowing, "You dare fire upon a Lord Inquisitor? Hold your fire or your life is forfiet...Chastener I suggest you do as my lord says and order your men to lay down their weapons...else you risk angering my lord anyfurther!"

Grendel only slightly noticed the man before him voiding himself into his pristine uniform, a look of terror on his face as the axe held station mere millimeters from his left cheek. He had understood well that there were to be no casualties if at all possible...His senses tingled as he could feel another presence...

[Celestial Guardian]

M'yen was about three hab blocks away skirting the roof tops when the firing started. He knew there was really no reason to go back. With these Gue'la it was always alpha male. One had to prove it's dominace to others so he could take over. That was in all the history the Tau knew of them. Why would this be any different?

At six blocks he ecended the roof tops and sealed himself away in the commendeered Gue'la transport. The small vehicle was covered in armor plates and housed no visable weapons. He had taken in from an abandoned warehouse after having been given instuction over the vox channel in his helmet from the basecamp. M'yen started the unimpressive internal combustion engine and began to drive to the outskirts of the city. At the basecamp he would have the Earth Caste worker Ukos install a few hidden Tau sytems in case he had to use it in combat. He loved to play with new toys. A small grin creased M'yens face when he invisioned Ukos looking at the Gue'la hammer used to rap the Arbites' door. He would be please indeed.

First he had to get with the Water Caste envoy Vral. He would have information on possible reinforcements in the area. If this Gue'la wanted to throw his weight around M'yen would have to make his presence know sooner or later. He would always hope for later, but it never hurt to plan on sooner. For the Greater Good, he would do a little harrassing of his own.

[Perturabo]

As he ghosted through the underhive Relic One allowed his neural implant to scan the throught the frequencies used by the local Imperial forces, he caught chatter from the Arbites indicating a heavily armed stranger had arrived and was causing trouble above, the Alert state had just been raised to the highest levels and a minor lock down was being enforced in the area...that could be a minor but annoying problem.

As he moved into a slightly more populated area he sped up using the crowd as a cover to his presence-he had somewhere very important to be and he didnt want to be late

[TheKiller333]

Merafon smiled slightly at the foolishness of the men at the front, who dared to attack the Inquisitor. They would all either die, or be imprisoned and THEN die. He moved his hand to his rifle, yet stopped himself. "They have the Deathwatch.." He thought, "Why would they need me?"
Again he smiled, however this time he did not really mean to. The Tau he saw still hovered in his mind, and too many questions boiled up at once. He vowed secretly, if this Tau showed it's ugly face again, to drop a few rounds into it.

OOC: He doesn't like the Tau. xD

[Lord Commander Erus]

Julius steps back as the Chastener falls unconscious. Smirking, he cued again his vox by mem-link and sent the order to the Deathwatch, who immediately withdrew back towards the ship in perfect order.

Withdrawing his roasarius, Julis strode through the crowd of arbites and pressed the skull, revealing a securit code key that was blinking a reddish hue. Inserting it into a door panel, the Inquisitor stepped inside the hissing door, covering his men as he motioned for them inside, updating the linked data net system betwixt him a Relic, highlighting the way in and the correct codes out of the batch he had just used.

"Arbites, you are dismissed.Return to Central.'

' Anvion, Erafon. Escort them back to Central, and make sure they stay there. Meet back here at dary break.

The last bit cued on the silent vox channel, broadcastto his retinue alone. With the commands issued, the Inquisitor strode within the gates and began scanning the terrace like courtyard out front for resistance as well.

'Grendel, come. We have work to do to make this place defensible.'

[Perturabo]

Noting with satisfaction that the access codes he had supplied had worked (he never doubted they would-there are somthings you just cant hide), Relic one slipped inside the ruined Manufactorum he was using as his base.

A quick sweep using his implants confirmed no-one had been here since he had left several days previous.

Settling down in a darkened corner he pulls his camoline cloak round him and blends silently into the background..

It was not time to begin the next phase of the instructions he had been given by his lord...silently and patiently he waits

[wolfpack]

Grendel touched the deactivation rune on the haft of his axe as the Arbites lowered their weapons...watching the marines fall in and move off towards their ship...a fitting reserve, he smirked at the man standing to his fore, the his trousers soaked from his own fear and the puddle at his feet rapidly disappearing into the ground he stood on. The two men of his lord's retinue began escorting them back down the block towards the Arbites own offices as his master opened the doors to the Domo's housing structure and stepping inside.

Grendel follows his master in and begins to scan the courtyard and terraces of the building, His master says something to which he replies, "Yes Lord Inquisitor we will begin immediately, I would ask that Brothers Romulas and Dossian assist us?...To have the input of the Astartes would be beneficial." Thinking about the old Fenrisian and the dark man whom still owed him a pint...they were the closest thing to friends he could count, besides this man he stood next to.

Grendel sub vocalized to his Lord, "Well that went as expected, I hope it wasn't too much...Julius do you feel the strangers? the odity of their pressence?"

[calvor]

As Anvion lead the remanding Arbites to central one of them tried to attack him, But the old commissar has seen to much in his long life to be court out by this and had the crude Ork power claw comming around in a small arc and catching the arbite in the abdomen and cutting him in half.

"This is what happens to any one who disobeys the lord Inquisitors orders!" He yelled as he was pointing at the dead arbite

"Follow me or you all shall die!"

They arrived at central, Ordering what was left of the arbites in to the building he sealed the door and left them there leaving to check if there are any other exits they might find and get out from.

[Lord Commander Erus]

Julius nods at the request, mem-cueing the two marines and watching as highlighted rune marks showed the assent of orders and return of the two Grendel suggested.

'Good idea, Grendel. There is no idea what we are getting into, but if our files are right, someone is trying to smear me as a heretic. I shall see to the more esoteric defenses of this dwelling. I would appreciate your help. The Astarte can accompany and help with suggestions on the mundane... I have a feeling we are to be stuck here. Our ship is likely to 'malfunction' now should we try to fly it....'

Smiling dourly, Julius pulled out a strip of parchment and beckoned Grendel over.

'Do you know the different warding techniques and such? Purity seals, and the like? I don't know how much you studied in that cabin of yours in transit. Oh, and yes, I did notice the presence. That is why we are warding this place as well as fortifying. it was too subtle to be someone not observing us.'

[wolfpack]

Grendel glances at the parchment and nods, 'Yes Lord I have studied much in transit, the wardings above and to either side of the portals on the subsequesnt floors will be sufficient if we are meticulous with the ground and top floors...as well as the interior, I will have the servitors bring up the trappings and draperies...'

Grendel looks up to the seven story structure...'there was a xenos presence at the space port,' he says in a passing manner, 'I believe one of us saw something and I sensed it as I came off ship, we were definatley being watched by something or perhaps more than one observer was present? I still have trouble focusing in that respect...'

He moves to the low stairs set across the front of the building and looks at the workmanship, 'not that I fear anything will