[blackhole]

Aleron had almost forgot about the other man the one he had heard called spook. He motioned for him to come along as well. Face was waving his gun about, nothing he didn't expect out of him.

"Try not to spook these addicts." He said quietly to face as he waited on the rest of the squad.

 

[Snowy]

Face nodded.

'I'll try, these addicts just bug me, they're seems to be something wrong here.'
And with that Face put his Autogun over his shoulder and waited for the news.

 

[Amoeba Bait]

In the corner of "The Bloodied Rose", a man stired. Something was different. He scanned the room from his booth in the dark corner, a Lho stich faintly illuminating his face with every inhale. The man saw the usual suspects, brooding over their alcholic drinks, or laughing inanly at the least interesting joke, clearly drunk.
However, someone different walked in the room. He was dressed in robes, similar to many of the other patrons, but he was somehow different.

The man rose and stode over to the stranger, Sanderson his name was, but the man did not know as much yet. He spoke, a deep growl bearly audible over the conversations of the locals. "You are from of world are you not? I can sense something different about you, and I beleive that you now work for me. Am I wrong........Acolyte?"

 

[G0arr]

Sanderson “Twitch” Carus

"And your name friend," Sanderson asked with a twitch on the left end of his lips. It tugged into the form of a slight smile that quickly disappeared again. In his balled fist slight heat grew. A reaction he had learned from his dealings on planets far from here. Many other men would have reached toward a gun, or moved a hand toward their combat blades. Sanderson had talents of a different kind.
As he watched this man Sanderson reached out with his witch sight probing for any kind of psychic activity. Another reaction he had learned nearly a sector away from here.

 

[blackhole]

Damn it thought aleron where the hell were the other two.

"Screw it," he announced to the two that were there,"We go to the bar or we will be late. Follow me."

Handing the map to Face he nods,"In case you can't keep up" He smiles before taking off.


Aleron deftly cut through the crowd on the way to the bar.He ignored the taunts of several drunks on his way in and looks just in time to see the psyker talking to another new man. He waits for them to finish.

 

[Amoeba Bait]

The man felt a tugging on his mind, probing his thoughts and looking to read him from within. He leaned in towards Sanderson and whispered "A psyker I take it. Many long years I have studied the ways of the wytch."
Before sanderson could react, the man reached into his black robes, and produced a seal; the seal of the Inquisition. "I am Inquisitor in Training Gallus Dorn. I am your contact here."

He relaxed a little, stepping away from Sanderson. Gallus took out a data slate and flicked through its contents, finding a pict to match the man his was talking to. "Ahh. Acolyte Sanderson Carus, we meet at last. Needless to say your team is benifeted by your....abilities", he glanced at the glowing fist of Carus.

"The rest of the team should get here soon", he said, to no-one in particular, "They are late. When they arive, tell them to meet me in the bak room."
He turned to leave, pausing before opening the door. He looked back at Sanderson and said "By the way Acolyte; Welcome to Vaxhayn."

 

[G0arr]

Sanderson “Twitch” Carus

Sanderson turned. The fact this man had been trained in resisting probing was added proof in what he said. Still Sanderson did not give him all his trust, for that was a bond that would take time. He released the slight glow with a twitch.

"Hello," Twitch said as he approached Aleron. He knew this man was an acolyte or so he was told. "I believe you received the summons. *twitch* Our benefactor is located at the back." His eye twitched. "Though before we go to much farther, I believe that I have misplaced your names." Sanderson smiled as another man walked into the bar.

 

[blackhole]

"I am Aleron Calixus, you say that our man has moved to the back? Yea, I saw the room. Well it's been a pleasure and all but it seems I need to get going."

And with that he was off walking through the patrons of the dimly lit bar attracting no attention to himself. Passing by the bar he noticed how strange the bars patrons were. Better than the junkies, he thought.

Finally reaching the door he was a little nervous of what was behind it. Steeling himself he turned the handle and opened it.

 

[Fire starter Pyro]

((OOC) sorry i've been taking a while to reply, but i'm having to go home at the weekends and my home internet is down. so i'll only be able to reply monday - friday. sorry for any inconvenience)

Spook walked in the bar behind the others, he’d kept quite gauging the others answering their questions with nods or thumb signs.

As he walked in he headed to the bar to sort out some drinks, he waited patiently while the barman finished off the order and walked over; he had to look twice before beaming broadly from ear to ear “Spook, Spook my lad not seen you nigh on a year and now you waltz in out of the blue, what can i get you?” Spook looked at the bar and wiped the sweat from his head while laughing. “Been on a job Zek , a big earner mate” he smiled and ordered a bottle of Gut rot whisky as well as several glasses.

He waited and watched the others start talking with a guy in the back corner who was acting the drunk, yet with an air of authority about him; Spook would bet good money that he was their contact.

He made his way over dodging drunks and tables as he went until he reached the others. He sat down at the table next to the man in black robes and pored the smoky, amber liquid into each of the glasses “here friends join me” he grinned pushing the glasses forward and handing one to the guy he had promised one to. He looked at the guy in the next table who was eyeing the bottle, he sighed “what the hell; here friend, here’s one for the road” he passed his glass to the man and then took a deep draft from the bottle. “so you guys here to meet someone?”

 

[Brother Jozzak]

As Jozzak walked in he saw Aleron walk into the back room and close the door behind him "contact? yep thats got to be the contact" Jozzak said to himself as he slowly walked over to the door he noticed a few other passengers from the shuttle and guessed they were acolytes like him. As he approched the door he hesitated.

 

[G0arr]

Sanderson “Twitch” Carus

Sanderson watched as the men walked past. In such a hurry, always in a hurry. His eye twitched again. Why were so many people always in a hurry? He saw the man he sat next to on the shuttle. He was holding a bottle as he made is way over. That was more like it. There was a drink for each man on the table as Twitch sat. He sniffed the liquid. Strong and cheap good stuff. Sanderson placed the glass back on the table. A shiver went down his spine. “Cold, why are these worlds so cold,” he said at a whisper that was almost lost.

Slowly he reached into a pocket and pulled a small deck of cards free. “My friends,” he said with a smile. “Now that this many of us are here I wish to ask, have you ever had your fortune read? *twitch* It’s simple and painless. Here,” he fanned out the cards, “Pick three cards, any three. *shiver*” He smiled as he offered the cards toward everyone. “Pleaseplease if nothing else it passes the time.” As he waited his smile grew. “Is it cold to anyone else,” he asked as his eye twitched again.

 

[Snowy]

Face ran into the bar, out of breath and in a mess, he had ended up in a sticky situation on his way here...

...Face walked out of the alleyway, the map in his hand.
'The bar is... that way,' Face said to himself, walking off in the direction of the bar, but as he walked past an alleyway a man had jumped out and tackled him to the ground.
'You're not welcome here acolyte!' he screamed, but before he could do anything more, Face was on his feet and running for the bar.

 

[Fire starter Pyro]

Spook smiled as the man on the next table sniffed the Gut rot and downed it in one. Spook nodded in approval at the act before taking a pull from the bottle. After he placed the glass down, a shudder visibly running down his spine, he took a moment before addressing spook while pulling a deck of cards out of his pocket. “My friends,” he said with a smile. “Now that this many of us are here I wish to ask, have you ever had your fortune read?” he twitched mid sentence “It’s simple and painless. Here.” Spook eyes darted from the cards to the man’s eyes and back again behind his dark goggles trying to see this fellows angle, though giving no outward sign of his wariness, he had known many who plied the under hive as ‘fortune tellers’ and all had caused him trouble in the past.

Suddenly on guard he realised that the hairs on the back of his neck were prickling, something that usually only happened in the present of old H’ek a medicine man who was rumoured to be truly in touch with that that lay beyond. It had happed a few other times just before strange events occurred; a missionary had told him that it was a blessing from the Emperor, that he had gifted him with the instincts to detect witches and foul majiks. But he knew never to trust a priest at face value either.

After a moment’s pause he drew three cards and placed them face down on the table and pushed them towards the man. As he did the bar doors burst inwards and a rather distressed individual stumbled in, Spook recognised him off the shuttle “tourists” he snorted placing the bottle on the table and returning his attention back to the man next to him.

 

[G0arr]

Sanderson “Twitch” Carus

Sanderson smiled slightly as three cards were taken. While it took many psykers years to perfect the art of futuresight. In truth all Sanderson ever did was read the person in front of him and then bend fate in a small degree to get the right cards to show.
The door swung open. Sanderson could feel the fear, as he did his eye twitched. "Now," he said placing the deck a few inches away. "Let me see." He twitched slightly.
He spread the three cards ahead of himself and flipped the first one. "This is your first venture from your home world."
He flipped the second. "You are here for pay, but money is not all you shall leave with."
He flipped the third. "There will be battles ahead, and you shall forge an alliance stronger than any contract."
Finally Twitch looked down at the cards. The first held a drawing of a traveler, the second a picture of several thrones, the last a drawing of several guardsmen. His eye twitched slightly again as he smiled. Thankfully it wasn't one of those times that none of the cards matched.
Sanderson glanced to the man and gaged his reaction. Now came the hard part. He pulled three more cards from the deck and flipped one face up. A blank card labled as 'The unknown.' "Your current task is unclear, and your foe is hidden from your eyes."
He turned the second card, as he did his head twitched slightly. It depiced a glass filled with a crimson liquid. "You will be tempted from your path possibley without knowing it, as the previous card is showing."
Sanderson flipped the last card. Death was depicted here. A sudden shivver went down his spine. He had seen these cards some time before. An old man on some distant world had read his fortune before. The same cards had shown themselves in the same order. The only difference was that the old man had told him a journey would be involved. His hand shook slightly as he wispered somthing incomprehensible. After a second of silence he spoke again. This time remembering some of the old man's words. "You will flirt with death, or if the case is fall from grace."

Sanderson reached to his deck and slid a card clear. He hoped that it might break the sudden dread he was feeling. "I do believe our friend there has run into some," he flipped the card, "trouble." He let to card depicting a running man fall to the table. As it did he suddenly got a feeling of foreboding. Something was going to happen soon.

 

[Fire starter Pyro]

((OCC) Sorry for the colour fest but there was a lot of dialogue in this post. i'll mute it in future if anyone wants me to.)

Spook smiled as usual the portents were vague and imprecise as usual. “I’ve hared those words many times so I’ll give ‘em to ya, save for the first part! That prediction ended the moment the shuttle landed.” He picked up the glass and made a toasting gesture and downed the glass. “as for the last part I’m home and here ‘troubles’ are my business, mate.” With that chucked the glass across the room missing the worried man and striking his pursuer, who had followed him into the bar, in the eye before shattering.

As he hit the floor Spook was on his feet and past the table without disturbing it. He stalked across the now silent bar room passed the worried man and snatching up the felled pursuer with one hand, dragged him across the room and pinning him on the back wall of a vacant alcove. “Jer’ek. Long time no see eh? First Zek and now you this must be my fraggin’ lucky day or what” the man was about to answer when Spook shuck him “weres my bloody money?” the man shuck his head “not...got...erk...it Spook. Ack...ack-least not ... now” Spook patted him down and pulled out a huge wad of credits which he fanned and did a rough count, letting go of the man. Who seeing the opportunity made a break for it, only for Spook to grab him by the scruff of the neck and drag him back in to the alcove. “Now then to the matter of you poaching off my turf and the remainder of this dept” he paused and looked at the man who had just been pursued in to the bar. “Why you goin’ after fraggin’ tourists eh? “The man looked to the other man and back to Spook “just a job spook, honest. Good money Spook. Please, please don’t kill me Spook”

Spook waited a couple of heart beats before smiling evilly; “no I’ll let Zek deal with your arse for disrupting his bar.” The colour drained from the man’s face as Spook twisted his arm and shoved him towards the bar pushing him into it several feet away. Jer’ek braced himself against the bar as Spook joined him, herding the dumbstruck pursue’ee with an arm over his shoulder. “my friend here wishes to apologies for any wrong doings he may have done, don’t ya?” Jer’ek merely spat onto the bar. Spook planted his boot to the back of Jer’eks right knee with a crunch, dropping him and slamming his jaw into the bar. “S..S...Sorry mate bit of a misunderstanding eh?” he sneered though clenched teeth. “I’ll have another bottle on his tab” he said pushing Jer’ek’s against the bar harder and leaning in “I’ll be seeing you later ‘bout the rest of what you owe me” he whispered in Jer’ek’s ear. Spook took the bottle and shepherded the man to his table “come join us friend” he mutterd before stopping and from over his shoulder said “Oh Zek, he’ll be sorting out for the disruption K.”
“Now where were we, ah yes! Introductions, The names Spook please to meet ya” he grinned sitting down and pouring fresh drinks for everyone.