Rated M for Mature Audiences. This RP will contain harsh language, great potential for violence, and adult situations.
Lawrence stepped into the dim light and instantly recoiled. "Throne... what is that smell?" he instinctively raised a bionic limb to his face. The contoured, black Nitrate coated panels shifted ever so slightly over the synthetic fiber bundles and hardened armatures. "That's either very old cake or very good liquor."
A voice from the gloom said "Both... but what do you care?"
"Are you still hung up on all this, Walt? Look it's just been a week, that's way too early to start getting stir crazy." Lawrence asked as he stepped closer to a bank of softly glowing monitors. An aging man was slumped in front of them. He was like a beast that had been caged for far too long.
Walter leaned to one side, supporting his chin with a gnarled paw. "If Franklin were here we'd be down there, beating the answers out."
"But he's not." Lawrence said as he folded his cybernetic limbs. "Priest is dead and I'm sorry but you're stuck with me now. Hate to disappoint you but...."
"Oh shut up. Give it a rest you little puke." Brenner replied. He leaned forward and said "We need to get a team down there."
"Not a chance in the warp." Lawrence replied "I'm not putting agents down there right now. Kadath's boys are securing the core of the city and the Sons are mopping up the insurgents. They wont last much longer."
"Do you even know how to fight an insurrection like this?" Walter spat.
"Do you?" Lawrence replied. "This isn't a damn safari, old man. And there's no way I'd sign off on putting agents on the ground in this. We've already got the locals, ISTs, and the Marines... that should be enough to keep things under control."
"What about Dr. Taymor?" Walter said.
"What about her? Her offices are in the Green Zone, we'll have her evacuated today or tomorrow."
"We should have already pulled her out, she should have been one of the first." Walter grumbled. "Someone tried to kill her."
"Probably the same someone that took a shot at the Governess but can you imagine the fiasco that Evac'ing her entire lab would be? We locked down the block... she'll be fine." Lawrence replied.
"The insurgents think she has a cure and it's being withheld... why is she not top priority?"
Lawrence's voice took on a blatantly impatient tone as he said "Because it's a lot easier to secure a perimeter than it is to herd a bunch of lab rats into transports." Lawrence turned away and said "Look... we'll be able to get her out in no time. Just relax. Don't want you stroking out on me." He turned and left, Walter's eyes burning holes in the back of his head as he went.
Brenner waited a few minutes, watching combat feeds on the screens before him. Then he shifted. His shouldered stiffened and his eyes widened. He hoisted himself to his feet and quickly left his room. He trotted through the corridors of the Blackship quickly, carving a path through the constant flow of attendants and officers. He approached a polished hydraulic door and pressed the keypad beside it. The device's response was a tone that could best be described flatulent. Walter's blotched brow creased slightly before he pulled back his left hand and smashed it into the panel. A shower of sparks and fractured keys tumbled out onto the floor as he quickly stepped into the room. "McKenzie?" he called into the pitch dark.
A halogen light flickered on and cast a soft blue glow over the edge of a comforter. A thin, pale wrist attached to an equally slender arm retracted quickly. A meek head covered in short black waves of hair slid out from under the blanket "Walt? What in the..."
"I need a team."
"For what?" McKenzie yawned.
"I'll give you one guess... and it needs to be off the books."
"I really don't like the sound of this." she said as she sat up. "Who do you want?"
"Surprise me." Walter replied "Six... maybe eight. Talented, able to cope. I'll need a way onto the surface as well."
"You can't take an Aquila, no way I could write one of those off."
"So come up with something you can write off." Brenner said smugly. "What kind of manpower do we have now?"
"Well Suffolk's ship got here yesterday... he's dead but his people are on hand."
"With the personnel here? Maybe five... six hundred agents."
"Well work your magic and come up with half a dozen with good records and skillsets, I'll need them within the hour."
McKenzie scooted towards the edge of her bed, taking care to keep her blanket wrapped tightly around her narrow chest. "An hour? You really know how to stay on my good side don't you?"
"What's Sidonis paying you for? Chop chop." Walter said, smacking his hands together.
"Kepler, report in."
Yvonne picked up the vox set held it up to her face. "This is Lieutenant Kepler, go ahead HQ."
"Where are you? We're getting interference from the rain."
"We're at objective Epsilon, we just secured it." she replied, her voice bouncing off the interior of the Valkyrie slightly. "Where do you need us?"
"Objective Rho, the PDF are having trouble with some guerillas."
"Task Force Carbon is en route, we can be there in sixty." Yvonne replied as he laid her blade across her lap.
"Fantastic. Hopefully this storm will let up."
"Emperor willing." Yvonne replied.
Six points of iridescent light moved over the rain soaked city. The six were arranged into a pair of triangles and they rested silently just behind a pair of irises. Mr. Emerald slid organic hand over one of the shoulders of his three piece peridot suit. The fingers of his cybernetic arm quivered slightly. He cleared his throat and lit a coal black lho stick with a copper filter. "Time to go." he said to his followers.
"Go, sir?" asked a robed figure straddling the arm of a modular couch places dramatically in the center of the penthouse.
"Yes, Juno, go." Emerald replied "We're all paid up here. It would be rude to overstay our welcome."
Emerald's nostrils flared as twin coils of indigo smoke snaked across his cheeks and back along his ears. "If you're not paying for something you're not the customer... you're the product being sold." he said flatly.
"I can't imagine the locals letting us go that easily. What with the fighting and all."
"I'd love to see them stop us...." Emerald said as he scooped up a collection of fleshly printed documents from the slab of adamantium that served as a coffee table. "Or catch us once we're gone."
"Get everyone up. I've grown tired of this decor." Emerald said as he turned back to the window.
The world of Teleostei was once a rolling orb of endless blue. An entire globe of seas with nothing but waves and clouds. A city was built there, constructed on segmented platforms anchored to the seabed far below. The city plays host to an array of medicae research labs and mechanicum facilities. The seas are bountiful and provide plenty of resources for medicines as well as an infinite testing ground for engines and weaponry.
But some time ago a plague joined the rain and tides, drenching the city to its core. The flesh eating virus was not crafted by the ruinous powers nor was it derived from alien material. It was of purely natural origins. The Inquisition was called in to lend support to the Medicae technicians but shortly after arriving it was found that something far more insidious was afoot. One of the Agents leading the investigation was killed by a sniper, right after landing no less. Shortly after that there were consecutive assassination attempts on the Governess and Dr. Taymor, the formost Medicae researcher on the planet. The Governess and half the Agents were immediately withdrawn for security concerns. It was then that a rumor joined the plague and quickly began to spread through the city.
The thought was that there was a cure when in truth there was none. People took up arms and turned on their leaders. Seeing a revolt Inquisitor Lord Sidonis withdrew the rest of his people and tasked other assets with the insurgency. Four companies of the Sons of Plutarch, a Marine Chapter permanently seconded to the Inquisitor Lord were tasked with stamping out the uprising. In addition approximately three hundred Inquisitorial Storm Troopers have been assigned with evacuating citizens and securing a buffer zone around the Palace and core facilities. A week has passed and the insurgency is progressively being pushed back, the situation in the green zone is improving as well, but the plague and the rumors persist.
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