Just when I think life has returned to a blissful norm, the Inquisitor comes calling. But not in person, like last time, oh no! This time I get a vague ‘call to duty’ on a dataslate, drugged and wake up to find I’ve been put in a box and stored for three months.
What no one tells you about stasis sleep is this: IT ISN’T VERY RESTFUL. If you were tired, or sick, or say, groggy from sedatives, that is exactly how you feel when you wake up.
So, when finally I am allowed to wake and get out of my electrified metal coffin, some snarky blonde twat called Interrogator Crowe (who, for the record, wasn’t all that snarky or twatty… I guess I’m just not a Day Cycle person…) was very patient as I shouted at him for stuffing me in a crate and treating me like cargo. While I was on this tirade he woke my companions.
Titus got out of the first box and seems to be just exactly as I remember him, with a few less leg wounds.
The third box belonged, not to Nache as I’d assumed, but to a Tech Priest. Personally Tech Priests have always freaked me out a little. Especially the ones who are more machine than human flesh. This fellow- Raegia Castellius I believe- still looks mostly human. Just heavily reinforced.
We made our introductions, and Interrogator Crowe gave us some new pieces of kit to compliment our own things (which had also been boxed up and stored with us). Crowe filled us in a little more as we left the storage hold on what turned out to be a cemetary hauler called The Last Watch.
Classy, Inquisitor. You really know how to show a girl a good time.
We are headed to Baraspine, specifically to Hive Adna where the local Arbites are having trouble with a drug epidemic. Some unkown substance with weird effects, called ‘Fear’, least thats its street name. They can’t find out what’s in it, and none of teh Head Judge’s men can get near enough to find out.
On top of all this the surface, or rather everywhere that isn’t inside a reinforced block of concrete or underground, is prone to Splinter Winds. Fun fun fun.
Anyway, we finally made it to Head Judge Lucius Azhad, who told us a little more about the ‘Fear’ but couldn’t tell us much, then tagged our bigger weapons and sent us to our lodgings. I know what your thinking, “Gee Ravia, some random Arbite played with your shiny new Nomad and he still has a face? You took that really well.”
Well, I didn’t. I was all but spitting blood when he said it was a mandatory procedure. So I can’t fire my gun. Only in certain places (anywhere but the Underhive really but still… I feel defiled…)
Anyhow, moving on. We wandered off in the dorection of the Guild House, Raegia stopped to download a map and I mused out loud on the general boxiness of this whole situation. We arrived in boxes, everything here is shaped like boxes and everyone lives, packed like sardines in you guessed it! Boxes.
Well, not everyone, anymore. Just before we settled into our rooms for the Night Cycle and idiot called “Lucky Trin” decided it would be good fun to tryn to roll us.
While the three of us focused on Trin, four of his very own goons popped out of the windows either side of us and lobbed a nailbomb our way.
Titus looked as though he was going to kick that thing right back at them, which would have continued our team’s tradition of unnecessarily epic maneuvres. But sadly Time had the upper hand, or maybe he’s just grown fond of having both legs intact, so we hit the deck instead. This gang’s jump, rob and run routine might have worked if two of their guns hadn’t jammed. I whipped out my sword and stabbed a few people while Titus and Raegia fired a few rounds at the goons and Trin. Things were looking embarrasing until Raegia (who had taken a bit of a beating, on account of him being the biggest and most armoured) lost his temper. Hard. And turned what had been the smug form of Lucky Trin into a steaming pile of human flavoured goop. Not so lucky then.
Of the four goons, only one died, when he was distracted by his bosses las weapon fire I took off his head. Another two ran screaming into the night, followed by a few rounds from Raegia’s Fury pistol.
The last guy, Stayvo, who had been shot by Titus and stabbed by me stayed to answer our questions. He explained why he was working with a git like the late Lucky Trin and who the other major gangs were (The Razors for weapons and the Bulls for “creatures”). And, because we were feeling magnanimous, Raegia patched him up. Really well. I’m glad we have a competent medic, but Nache’s stitches did have a certain charm to them. Probably because he didn’t generally have to sew me up. I’d say that’s why. Raegia promised our new friend that he’d see about getting him a real job serving the Emperor- which stunned our would-be robber thoroughly and we sent him on his way. So, finally, at the Guild House, we can settle in for the Night Cycle.
Another day tomorrow, likely worse tahn this one.