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Varn Gaius

"They vaporized... By the God-Emperor, what have I done?"

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a character in “Secret Heroes of the Imperium”, as played by Saxious

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ICN: 86179-PLS-#0077
DATE: 0023045.M42

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Name


First: Varn | MI: N/A| Last: Gaius
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Nicknames/Aliases: N/A
Age: 42 (Terra Years)
Birthplace (City): Pamir Spire
Birthplace (Planet): Frenksworld
Birthplace (Sector): Calixis Sector
Birthplace (Segmentum): Segmentum Obscuruss
Current Residence (Adress): Building D12Q, Cell #987-FT5.
Current Residence (City): Sheol XVI Prison Campus D12Q
Current Residence (Planet): Sheol XVI
Current Residence (System): N/A
Current Residence (Sub-Sector): Hazeroth
Current Residence (Sector): Calixis Sector
Current Residence (Segmentum): Segmentum Obscuruss

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Due to Mr. Gaius’ membership of the Sheol 77th Penal Legion, this location may change whenever his notification of death is delivered.




Physique & Mentality


Blood Type: -A
Height: 193 Cm
Weight: 102 Kg
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown.

Physical Appearance:
Varn Gaius is brawny and fit, although he show signs of being a heavy smoker of Lho-sticks and drinker of alcohol. So far no traces of drug abuses can be traced, though there are scar tissue on his left arm, potentially from chemical burns. He has a distinct chemical odor hanging to his skin and hair.

Psychological Profile:
Mr. Gaius has an unusual lack of remorse for his actions. Though he appears to be healthy in both body and mind, his attitude towards the events on Tsade I doesn't show any hint of human apathy.
When discussing chemical and biological topics, he shows a high level of intellectual knowledge as well as interest, going as far as being borderline emotional at specific topics.

Psyker (Check One): Y: N: X
If Yes What Category: N/A
Psychic Abilitie(s): N/A
Family:
-Father (Deceased) [Factory Accident | Chemical Spill]
-Mother (Alive)
-Jarlric (Older Brother) (Deceased) [Factory Accident | Fell on conveyor belt]
-Tom (Younger Brother) (Alive)
-Emali (Younger sister) (Deceased) [Drug Abuse | Addiction to Lho-sticks]

Personal Funds/ Monetary Assets: 32’924.78 Thrones (Account Frozen)
Current Profession (If Applicable):
-(Ex) Bio-Chemist expert

Skills and Apptitudes:
Mr. Gaius is a trained and educated in biochemicals and their reactions to both humans and the nature around them. He has a major in biology and chemistry, plus he has worked for “Chemical Company of Fenksworld” within the New Chemical Disposal department. After several years “Tsade II’s Fertilazation Co.” head hunted Mr. Gaius to work for them.
His knowledge of biochemistry appears to be at the extend that he is capable of creating deadly chemical components to cause massive ecological and neural damage to anyone exposed. Although no previous criminal background or signs of heretical behaviour have been documented, Varn Gaius does show a lack of remorse for his actions.

Personal History:
Varn Gaius was born in a middle hive class on Fenksworld, and from an early age he showed a high level of academic competitiveness. He passed with a major in both Biology and Chemistry and worked for the chemical company, “Chemical Company of Fenksworld” a year after his graduation. Where he worked on increasing the longevity of the chemical compounds within the Hive factories, with relative success.
Several years after he was head hunted and worked for “Tsade I’s Fertilization”, researching ways to speed up agricultural growth and production. During his time at the company he began doing private experiments, which he secretly recorded and stored away.
(Currently, these files are in the hands of the Adeptus Arbites as evidence against Mr. Gaius.)

4022042.M42, Mr. Gaius changed the formula for the fertilization causing a whole shipload to be changed. The chemical reaction between the new formula and the heavily fertilized lands caused a planet wide spread of a poisonous gas that effectively killed off the population and turned Tsade I into a Death World.
Though Mr. Gaius was never suspected at the time, the Adeptus Arbites attempted to trace down who and what caused the destructive event.

These reports reached Inquisitor Ravia van Glotterdam, Ordo Hereticus, who took up the investigation and tracked Mr. Gaius down.

Mr. Gaius immediately confessed to the charges and also explained his motivation, stating “If the planet was continuously being fed the current fertilizers the crops would become no better than the poison it was fed and eventually billions would die as a result. My fertilizers will help the planet, allow it to live longer had I only been allowed to officially test the validity.”
Further investigation did show that Mr. Gaius had attempted to gain recognition for his studies, yet all applications had not been processed.

Inquisitor Ravia van Glotterdam sentenced Varn Gaius as a heretic for the indirect act of destroying an entire agricultural planet and cutting off billions of people from food. By Imperial law he had gone against progress and committed sabotage of Imperial Property, of both Fenksworld and Tsade I. Mr. Gaius pleaded repentance and was sentenced life service for the Sheol XVI’s 76th Penal Legion on 4023042.M42.

NOTE:No experiments were ever done to test Mr. Gaius’ theory.


Intelligence Quotient: 135
Neural Wavelength Frequency: 25
Spatial Reasoning Score: 68% (Remains focused around biological and chemical knowledge)
Linguistic Apptitude: 57%. (Low Gothic, Underhive Slang, & basic military code)

Check One (Inquisitorial Use Only):
Located: [√]
Secured: [ ]
Deceased: [ ]
Disqualified:[ ]

So begins...

Varn Gaius's Story

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Character Portrait: Tristan Holt Character Portrait: Varn Gaius

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#, as written by Saxious
Killing time was never a problem for Varn. While he had been on Sheol XVI, when you wouldn't be doing backbreaking labor, you would be staring at your prison cell walls, therefore the prisoners had developed ingenious manners for communication, entertainment and strange ways for falling quickly asleep. Varn, still certain that he was back on the prison planet, began to bang on the pipe lines, using morse codes to see if there were anyone else listening. No answer. Odd. Normally there's hundreds of conversations going on, he thought as he banged out the code again. Still no answer.

He then turned to the hidden stash of books and started to skim through the chapters, quickly reminding himself of his former education and speciality. Time quickly started to fade away as the pages turned though eventually he looked up and felt panic rise. He had missed the dining bell by fifteen minutes!

Quickly hiding his books he dashed out of his chamber and ran down the hallway and stopped. This isn't Sheol, he thought as he looked around in bewilderment. This isn't Sheol? he thought as he looked around at the steel walls. Then it occurred to him, I'm with the Inquisitor. It's another dream, he thought as he started to walk through the halls, looking every now and then down the other desserted hallway. There really weren't many other workers on the ship.

"Oi! Mate!" he then called out as he saw someone at the end of the hallway. For all he knew it could be a servitor, though at the moment, Varn would rather talk with a mindless drone than being by himself in this maze (He had never felt comfortable being alone, especially since he has grown up on a Hive, been on a Penal Planet and in a Penal Legion). "Mate... You got a stick?" Varn called as he got closer, hoping that he had a Lho-stick, however he had no idea that he was approaching a cogboy of the Omnissiah.

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Character Portrait: Tristan Holt Character Portrait: Varn Gaius

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For lack of any more important tasks at hand, and unable to find Osbourne or any other person who could give him directions to the Enginarium was—or better yet give him a map of the ship—Holt had spent the past half hour methodically searching the ship one hallway at a time for the cogitator core. If the rough map of the hallways he'd had his servo-skull transcribe onto a data-slate was accurate, there was only a few places left in the ship that could plausibly be the Enginarium, and at his current pace, it would take less than a quarter hour to get there.

Holt rounded a curve in the hallway, and heard someone shout.

"Oi! Mate!

The tech-priest looked up and saw a tall, unkempt looking man walking towards him.

"Mate...You got a stick?"

Holt rolled his eyes, although the augmentics' uniform glow would make it quite difficult to notice for someone more than a few feet away.

"Stick; shorthand for a Lho-Leaf Tube, a common recreational narcotic, particularly among lower class laborers and soldiers in the Imperial Guard."

The tech-priest shook his head.

"I am not nor have I ever been in possession of one, and considering the damage the smoke and residue from a Lho-Leaf Tube can cause to local air purifiers I wouldn't provide you with one if I did, much less use it myself."

"Not that I could even I wanted to." added Holt, tapping the metallic mask of his respirator unit. Simultaneously, he noticed the man's penal legion brands, the deep imprints in his neck from a collar of some sorts, the numerous signs of healed chemical burns on his arms, and the distinctive odor of industrial chemicals that permeated the air around the man.

Not one of the workers, collar was removed, and workers didn't appear press-ganged...Has worked with chemicals fairly recently, and probably for quite a while before given scarring...facial brands combined collar marks combined with supplementary information naturally indicate penal legion background. thought Holt.

"Hmm...Am I correct in assuming that you are one of the good Inquisitor Osbourne's other recruits?" asked the Tech-Priest.

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Character Portrait: Tristan Holt Character Portrait: Varn Gaius

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Oh frak, Varn's lips unconsciously moving to his thoughts. Varn had been on a ship five times in his entire life, and not until now had he ever really talked to an adept of Omnissiah, for he had mainly been in a prison cell and seen them inspect the machines or (when he was on Malice) repair vehicles and fix a commissar's lasgun before he executed another soldier.

Varn noted that the Tech-Priest wore the bright red uniform of their creed, and the servo skull which flew around him managed to distract Varn from the Techn-Priest's answer. Damnable things, Varn would think whenever he started to look at it. Though, perhaps the one thing which really impressed Varn, was the mechadendrite mounted on the Tech-Priest's right side. How he controlled the thing was well beyond Varn's imagination, though it was perhaps only the one thing which kept Varn's prison attitude in check against the reply he was getting.

"... assuming that you are one of the good Inquisitor Osbourne's other recruits?" Varn heard and turned his attention back to the Tech-Priest.By now he had realized that he was having another flashback, nothing unusual, though it had always taken him some time to adjust when they happened.
"Hmmm?... Oh, yes. Yes, the Inquisitor recruited me, melord," Varn answered, uncertain how he was to reply back to a Tech-Priest. "Erh, would you also be one? Or are you in charge of the ship?" Varn quickly added, ignoring his rumbling stomach that craved for something (anything, really) to eat.

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Character Portrait: Tristan Holt Character Portrait: Varn Gaius

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"Erh, would you also be one? Or are you in charge of the ship?"

Holt nodded, then shook his head.

"Yes to the former, no to the latter; I was indeed selected by the Inquisitor for this mission, but I am not in charge of the operations of his ship. In fact, I am not quite sure who or—or dare I say what—is in charge of the ship's mechanical operations, though I was just on my way to find out."

The tech-priest withdrew his right mechadendrite tendril from his pocket, and extended the apendage in a gesture of greeting.

"Seeing as we shall be working together in the near future, I suppose it is important that we introduce ourselves to each other. Tristan Holt, Explorator of the holy Omnissiah's Tech-Adepts."

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Character Portrait: Tristan Holt Character Portrait: Varn Gaius

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Do they always talk this way? Varn thought as he listened to Tristan. According to Varn there was too much details about, well, everything.

He then gave a salute in return for the Tech-Priest's gesture. "True that," Varn answered. "Well, I suppose you'd prefer my name instead of my Prisoner number. I'm Varn, Varn Gaius. Educa... Well, former Biochemist Expert of Tsade II’s Fertilization company, and in case you haven't noticed I'm currently a Penal Legionnaire," Varn said, adding a thick lair of sarcasm to the last bit.
"Lets just say that I didn't follow protocol and paid for it," Varn admitted, though he made it clear that he didn't wish to push the subject further. "Tell me, how did the Inquisitor track you down? I mean, I knew that the Inquisition was resourceful, but they found me on Malice... In the middle of a warzone," he added with amazement.

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Character Portrait: Tristan Holt Character Portrait: Varn Gaius

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"He sent an encrypted data-slate with an acolyte to my quarters aboard the ship I was aboard at the time with official transfer orders, and documents compelling the captain of a merchant vessel docked at the same station to bring us here." said Holt.

The Tech-Priest's mechadendrites twitched slightly, betraying a hint of emotion.

"There isa very long and complicating story preceding that naturally, but I am afraid it would be neither safe—for either of us and for a number of reasons—nor appropriate to tell it to you. Suffice it to say that it involves a great deal of Mechanicus secrets and politics."

As he said this, Holt's gaze wandered off to the side of the Penal Legionnaire, to an oddly shaped patch of rust on the ceiling. Internally, analyzing the few facts Varn had divulged about himself. He was a biochemist, an expert if he was to be believed, but not a member of the Adeptus Mechanicus, and since he hadn't immediately recognized Holt as a Tech-Priest, it could safely be assumed that he hadn't been born on a Forge World. Working for a fertilization company would imply an Agri or Imperial World background, though a Hive World capable of producing some or all of its own food wouldn't be out to the question.

"Yes, well I suppose I ought to be on my way then. If you have nothing else to do I would like to request you come as well; many of the rites I intend to perform require an assistant. While these tasks would usually be carried out another Adept or a servitor, I've yet to see any of the former—myself excluded of course—and the only servitors I have seen have all been monotask units."

Best to keep him where I can see him until the opportunity arrives to ask the Inquisitor what his crime was.

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Character Portrait: Tristan Holt Character Portrait: Varn Gaius

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Varn nodded, ignoring the protests of his stomach. I’ve no clue where else I can go without getting lost, Varn thought, reflecting back on the previous times he had been forced into the ships like cattle.
“I don’t speak High Gothic if that’s what you need,” Varn said as he followed and then added “I haven’t spoken it in years.”
Varn kept looking to the left and right, trying to figure out what it was that kept the Tech-Priest was interested in.
"Though what did you do before you were recruited? Did you work in the factories, or is this another of these secrects you aren't allowed to share?" Varn asked, trying to keep a conversation rolling.

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Character Portrait: Tristan Holt Character Portrait: Varn Gaius

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"Knowledge of High Gothic will not be necessary for this task, and I admit I am not completely fluent in it myself, though I can handle all the reading myself; it will almost certainly be in techna-lingua."

"As for your second question, that is something I can freely answer. I hail from the Forge World of Eridani Regius in the Segmentum Solar, which, as a formally educated man, I assume you've heard of. That said, the Inquisitor did not recruit me until long after I had left that planet. While the Artisans of Eridani Regius are responsible for the majority of the planet's considerable industrial contribution to the Imperium, I do not think I would be very suited for that role. I spent several years studying medicae under the Magos Biologis Carenhar, but ultimately ended up joining the explotrator fleet of a certain Archmagos Soranus Tullian."


The pair came to a large steel door labeled 'enginarium.' The light on the panel to the right of the door was red.

"Locked. I anticipated this eventuality." said Holt, not quite addressing at Varn.

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Character Portrait: Tristan Holt Character Portrait: Varn Gaius

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"Knowledge of High Gothic will not be necessary for this task, and I admit I am not completely fluent in it myself, though I can handle all the reading myself; it will almost certainly be in techna-lingua."

"Uhm... Sure," Varn answered and then listened to what Tristan had to say. "I've heard of Eridani Regius, though not in deep details. Though life is filled with surprises, you must agree with that," Varn commented as they walked down the various hallways, "I started off working for the Chemical Company of Fenksworld, my birth planet. Worked to increase the chemical reaction of the factories, and then after a few years I was headhunted by the Tsade II’s Fertilization company, to increase the agricultural growth of Tsade II, Frenksworld's nearest agri-world, and that's - " Varn continued, and stopped when the Tech-Priest spoke aloud.

Varn gave a shrug. "We're probably not meant to mess around with the... En-gi-na-rium," Varn said, cutting the word out. "Though then again," Varn looked back to check if there were any people. "Where there's a will, there's a way. As they say. You think there are any form of ventilation shafts leading in?" Varn's Legion mind started to show itself as he scanned the roof and walls for any entrance. "How high would the voltage be if I - " rip the cables out? was what he would have asked, till he remembered whom it was he was addressing.

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Character Portrait: Tristan Holt Character Portrait: Varn Gaius

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Holt shook his head.

"I would rather not risk an Inquisitor's wrath when it is entirely possible that he will grant me access to it in time. Beyond that, there's the fact that simply cutting the power to the lock or door, which assumes there is a junction in the wiring near the door—simply cutting it would border on sacrilege—will most likely cause the door to bar itself from the inside and set off dozens of alarms on the bridge, as would blowing it open a demolition pack or cutting through it with a lascutter."

Holt removed the glove from his left hand and passed it through the gene sensor.

"ACCESS DENIED!" Intoned the door. Holt shook his head.

"There was little harm in trying; Osbourne will know I tried to access the Enginarium, but as I intend to ask for the access rites, he will find out one way or another. I have not the faintest notion of where Osbourne's own cabin is, therefore we should check the bridge."

The Tech-Priest turned to leave.

Enginarium access normally restricted, but not to the Mechanicus. Few if any other Adepts on board...But must not think further on this matter until it is made clear if Inquisitor is a Psyker.

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Character Portrait: Tristan Holt Character Portrait: Varn Gaius

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"...I have not the faintest notion of where Osbourne's own cabin is, therefore we should check the bridge." Tristan said, and then turned to leave the area, though Varn kept looking at the door, stroking his chin thoughtfully before he muttered, "Well, I don't recall any of these flashbacks, so I'll presume that I haven't don't anything reckless so far."

He then turned to follow Tristan, his thought mainly evolving around how to he could break down such a door. The Legion would strap melta bombs to Legionnaires and send them running ahead, but I can think of a few concentrated acids which might just go through the, though I wouldn't know for sure how long it would take.
He shook his head, I've come to far to mess around in my dreams. Deal with what is happening, Varn reminded himself.

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Character Portrait: Tristan Holt Character Portrait: Varn Gaius

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"Well, I don't recall any of these flashbacks, so I'll presume that I haven't don't anything reckless so far."

Somewhere behind him, Holt thought he heard the penal legionnaire whisper something.

I am sorry, did you just say something?" asked the Tech-Priest.

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Character Portrait: Tristan Holt Character Portrait: Varn Gaius

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Varn gave Tristan a puzzled look before he answered, "I said, I don't remember any of my flashbacks where I was reckless on a ship. So I must have behaved while I was here. I mean... Everything is just a dream. I'm reliving my past mistakes so I can remember why I was sent to Sheol, but I know that they're all just flashbacks," Varn explained, though he couldn't read whether the Tech-Priest was following him or not, so her tried a different approach.
"This is all a dream, flashback, bad memory, call it what you want, but it is all so I know my sin. I'm actually on Sheol XVI, the Penal World, waiting for my papers to be processed and then send back to Frenksworld. Everything that is happening is in the past, it has always been that way. Everything is one long flashback."

Varn had no clue just how mad he was sounding. To him it made perfect sense that it was a flashback and he would be released after having relived it.; he believed it all. "It doesn't make sense to you, because you don't know what is going to happen in the future. I do, because I've already lived through it, it's just a bit hazy right now, but it will get back," he added continuing to walk down the hallway.

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Character Portrait: Tristan Holt Character Portrait: Varn Gaius

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Holt gave Varn an odd look before following after him.

Is this some sort of trick? Is he testing me, or his simply a madman? he wondered.

A few moments of tense silence passed before Holt responded, choosing each word carefully.

"That...line of reasoning is inherently self-contradicting. Do you not see the paradox in you bringing up this so called 'flashback' within itself?"

The Tech-Priest doubted that would make a difference; assuming he wasn't lying for some esoteric agenda, this man was clearly delusional, and merely pointing out the impossibility or implausibility of their beliefs rarely makes a difference. He took note of what Varn had revealed about himself. Of course, given the man's apparent delusions, it was entirely possible that Varn could be similarly delusional about other elements of his past.

Fenksworld, Hive World, Homeworld. Sheol XVI, Penal World. Inquisitor has likely promised release in exchange for his service. Must ascertain whether or not his insanity was the cause or effect of imprisionment; unlikely to be no relation. Returning to topic of ship automation, must be careful. Inquisitor could space me, shoot me, or otherwise eliminate me at his leisure. Must not think further on it; Inquisitor could be telepath or have loyal psykers on board. Also shouldn't jump to conclusions; not all possible causes of automation are necessarily heretekal.

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Character Portrait: Tristan Holt Character Portrait: Varn Gaius

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Varn started to laugh, "What paradox? You don't believe it because you haven't experienced the future, and by the time you have, we will have parted ways," Varn tried to bring his laughter down to a chuckle, though with minor success. "I know that we will succeed in whatever mission that this Inquisitor has because I am alive in the future. I can't speak for all of us, only myself, of course."

Varn continued to walk down the hallway, occasionally looking back. "Oh, by the way... Are you sure we're allowed to enter the bridge? I've heard that it is only Naval officers and those of high rank," Varn commented aloud. "Or should we take our chances?"

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Character Portrait: Tristan Holt Character Portrait: Varn Gaius

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"I would point out that if this was a flashback, it would be impossible for you to inform me of that fact, but I doubt that would change your mind. As such, I suggest we abandon this topic for now."

Holt brushed the metal mask of his respirator unit with his gloved hand as an ordinary man might stroke his beard.

Delusions of safety have made this man reckless; had few qualms about forcing way into Enginarium, suggested it in the first place. Must be cautious around him. thought the Tech-Priest.

"Oh, by the way... Are you sure we're allowed to enter the bridge? I've heard that it is only Naval officers and those of high rank," asked Varn.

"Or should we take our chances?" he added.

"Ordinarily that would be true, but this is a highly atypical ship. I doubt there are more than a handful of officers aboard, and either way, I have no intention of breaking into the bridge either if its locked."
replied Holt.

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Character Portrait: Atellus Kaenar Character Portrait: Arcturas Serdali Character Portrait: Tristan Holt Character Portrait: Varn Gaius Character Portrait: Thungrim Thunderfist

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Varn shrugged to Tristan's comment and kept walking down the hallway, Varn retreating into his own thoughts. Varn allowed the Tech-Priest to lead the way, though they didn't talk much after that, and eventually they arrived before the door which led into the Bridge, where Varn, who was still in his own world, entered the door along.
As Varn stepped in, he gave the room a good look and noticed an abnormally short figure that immediately brought suspicion and fear. "Bloody Warp! I didn't know there was a Ratling onboard the ship," Varn said aloud, and pointed to the stomp figure in the room.

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Character Portrait: Tristan Holt Character Portrait: Varn Gaius Character Portrait: Thungrim Thunderfist

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Thungrim Thunderfist glanced round as the heard the door open behind him, admitting two figures to the otherwise deserted bridge.

They both appeared to be human, although one was decked out in an array of primitive technological enhancements and red robes, marking him out as a Tech Priest, the other appeared to be a scrawny solider of some description...

"RATLING?!!"

The Engineer roared in response to the latter's comment, clenching his Powerfist, sending tendrils of energy coursing through the armoured gauntlet...

"I'm a Squat, Laddie!! An' what aere ye supposed tae be, some sort of scrawny, Beardless Eldar..?!"

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Character Portrait: Tristan Holt Character Portrait: Varn Gaius Character Portrait: Thungrim Thunderfist

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"I'm a Squat, Laddie!! An' what aere ye supposed tae be, some sort of scrawny, Beardless Eldar..?!" shouted the short, stocky man they'd found in the bridge. Worryingly, he was brandishing some sort of power fist, and based on the visual distortions around the gauntlet, the weapon was armed.

Without looking down, holt retrieved the gelt-gun from the holster on his belt using one of his manipulator tendrils and subtly passed it up to his left hand. The ancient laspistol emitted a high pitch whine as he flicked the weapon's power switch to "ON".

"I would very much prefer that this encounter remain civil squat, and as such, I would ask you to lower your weapon and I would do the same." said the Tech-Priest.

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Character Portrait: Tristan Holt Character Portrait: Varn Gaius Character Portrait: Thungrim Thunderfist

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"HA!"

The Dwarf snorted, ignoring the primitive weapon being pointed at him and turned back to the controls.

"Ach put yer pea shooter away manling,"
The Engineer grunted,
"It wouldn't do ye much good if I had a true grudge tae settle anyway... Ratling indeed!"

With another muttered "HMPF!" Thungrim dismissed the two foolish creatures from his attention and resumed his work at the ships control system.

"Come from the engine room did ya?"

He grunted, nodding to the map of the ships layout up on the screen.

"Well ye better not 'ave broken anything, some of us 'ave work tae do here!"

Tapping a final button, Thungrim shut off the big screen and got back to his feet, before stamping past the two humans, again ignoring the moronic creatures, and back out into the corridor, this time heading for the Engine Room himself, partly because the Inquisitor had request he do so before take off and also, in part, to ensure the two scrawny monkeys had not damaged any of the machinery...

"HA! Tech Priests..."
He muttered, shaking his head as he strode off down the corridor,
"All the gear an' no idea!"

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Character Portrait: Inquisitor Volsk Osbourne Character Portrait: Tristan Holt Character Portrait: Varn Gaius Character Portrait: Lady Yolande of House Visus

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"Sacrilegious little mutants..." muttered the Tech-Priest.



"Ahem! Would anyone who is a member of my crew please follow the red line that is about to light up? It will lead you to my briefing suite. Thank you, that is all." said the voice of the Inquisitor over the ship's intercom. As he finished speaking, a line of red floor lights flickered to life, just as he said.

"It seems our host has called for us." said a female voice from behind Varn and Holt. The Tech-Priest turned to see the Navigator from earlier stepping out of the Navigator's pit.

"I suppose you were here the whole time and did not care to involve yourself in this conversation?" asked Holt, turning to leave.

"Precisely." said the Navigator, who was somehow standing right next to the exit, despite having been across the room just a moment earlier.

"Bloody psykers..." said Holt under his breath, before following the Navigator out.

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Character Portrait: Inquisitor Volsk Osbourne Character Portrait: Tristan Holt Character Portrait: Varn Gaius Character Portrait: Thungrim Thunderfist Character Portrait: Lady Yolande of House Visus

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"I'm a Squat, Laddie!! An' what aere ye supposed tae be, some sort of scrawny, Beardless Eldar..?!"

Varn blinked for a few moment, "First off, what the frak is an Eldar? Second, what's a Squat? You're the same size as a ratling, how can't you be one?" Varn demanded, he had never heard any of the terms before, and similarly, he had never seen a powerfist before. "What is that thing on your hand? Some form of augmentation or - " Varn didn't get any further in his question when the Inquisitor's message was broadcasted across the ship, red lines began to illuminate the direction that the people had to go.

"It seems our host has called for us." another voice said behind Varn, and he spun around and saw a tall woman in robes standing nearby them. "I suppose you were here the whole time and did not care to involve yourself in this conversation?" The Tech-Priest asked, and the woman responded "Precisely."
"You know," Varn said to both the so-called Squat and Tristan, "I'm already to think that the Penal Legionnaires are more sane than the people we'll be dealing with."

Varn then started to follow the directions of the red illuminated lines. I'm glad that I don't have any valuables on me right now, that Squat Ratling would probably nap them, even with that meatloaf sized augment hand of his, Varn thought as he walked down the hallway, trying to stay somewhat close to the others.

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Character Portrait: Inquisitor Volsk Osbourne Character Portrait: Tristan Holt Character Portrait: Varn Gaius Character Portrait: Lady Yolande of House Visus

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"First off, what the frak is an Eldar? Second, what's a Squat? You're the same size as a ratling, how can't you be one?" the Tech-Priest heard Varn muttering.

Was not deployed against either Eldar breed then.

"What is that thing on your hand? Some form of augmentation or - " he continued, before realizing the engineer had left the room.


"You know," Varn said to both the odd looking woman and the Tech-Priest, "I'm already to think that the Penal Legionnaires are more sane than the people we'll be dealing with."

"I believe what just occurred requires some explanation." said Holt.

"Mr Gaius, that was a squat, not a ratling. The two are entirely unrelated breeds of abhumans. It is understandable how a person not schooled in xenobiology could mistake one for the other, but in the presence of either of them, it can be a deadly mistake, particularly when the offended party is a squat. That one happens to be armed with a power-fist, though I am not entirely sure whether it was augmentic or merely a gauntlet. As for your other question, the Eldar are a particularly dangerous xeno-breed, for reasons that are to complicated to explain. Now then, let's get going."

Holt turned to follow the guidance lights. After a relatively short walk, he came to the door of the briefing room, and found the Inquisitor and the squat already there. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the Navigator and Varn not far behind him.

Squat was clearly operating bridge controls. Should avoid future contact, for the sake of not getting spaced.

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Character Portrait: Inquisitor Volsk Osbourne Character Portrait: Tristan Holt Character Portrait: Varn Gaius Character Portrait: Thungrim Thunderfist Character Portrait: Lady Yolande of House Visus

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Varn followed Tristan, so far he was the only person he knew on the ship, so he would stick around till he started to know anyone else (and with all luck, they would be more... normal). Eventually they reached the Inquisitor's chamber and Varn's mind was immediately blown away with what he saw. The furniture was something Varn thought to rival that of Frenksworld's Governor, the artwork that decorated the walls varied from (what Varn would consider) masterpieces to hideous and disfigured paintings. Varn couldn't help but to stare in awe and impression at the many tomes and scrolls, unaware his left hand slowly reached out to pick up a thin book from the shelves when his attention was diverted elsewhere.

He looked at the Inquisitor's bar and marveled. The two years he had been on Sheol XVI, he had forgotten what it was like drinking alcohol, and while he had been on Malice, he had been drinking dirty water for most of the time. There was a part of Varn that seemed almost... Disgusted by the idea of drinking poison for ones liver, though as sweet memories on Frenksworld returned, the feeling was washed away.
He then snapped out of his awe, realizing he was standing before his superior, "Legionnaire number 11A-6224-QD6TG-4XN5, at your service and disposal, melord," Varn saluted, old instincts snapping back into play, though he quickly added, "I mean... Legionnaire, Varn Gaius, melord."
He gave a nervous glance to the Squat that leaned against the wall while he smoked his pipe. "Erhm... Melord... Will there be others?" Varn asked, with a sense of nervousness. He had been surrounded by hardend criminals and Arbites for two and a half year now so he felt awkward and out of place, standing in his prison ragged clothes and with his Legionnaire tattoo imprinted on his forehead while everyone else present were... 'civil' in comparison.

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Character Portrait: Atellus Kaenar Character Portrait: Arcturas Serdali Character Portrait: Inquisitor Volsk Osbourne Character Portrait: Tristan Holt Character Portrait: Varn Gaius Character Portrait: Grag Badruk Character Portrait: Thungrim Thunderfist Character Portrait: Lady Yolande of House Visus Character Portrait: Atellus Isha Havelock

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Volsk nodded and downed his tea, "Mmph! Aahh! delicious. Now, onto business, first thing's first," He reached over to the table next to his chair and picked up a small, grey, metallic box, and tossed it to Arcturas, "That is your limiter, it will limit the void that you create, making your presence here much more bearable for those of us who are of the psychic persuasion." He turned his head to the Navigator seated in the chair next to him, "Ah, the ever beautiful Yolande Visus," He took her hand and kissed it, "How are you today my dear?" They always started briefings with a small bit of banter. As she finished telling him about her day to day events, he stood and adressed the group around him as a few more of his team, already well entrenched in his life, began shuffling their way into the briefing room, "Welcome, those of you who have not had the pleasure of my informal acquaintance, I am Volsk Osbourne, and I offer my hospitality to you. Any questions before we begin?"