Dark Heresy: Illumination

[Mikey]

0623 - "Hrmm." Trask looked thoughtful. "I might still be able to sense its negative presence. If not... I'd guess the cathedral also, but do you have any intel?"

[Aaron]

0623 Day Three:

"You could try. As for intel, apparently the Bishop rarely leaves the cathedral itself. Safe bet that he's there and the Overseer is with him, if not we'll have to improvise."

[Aaron]

0623-0800 Day Three:

The flight passes without incident, a few hours of the engines droning lull various members to sleep and keep others awake. Regardless of which, all the passengers are glad to reach their destination and as they approach the rally point a cargo lighter can be seen waiting for you and the Valkyries land a short distance away. As you disembark you can see two mortar teams setting up, a large stack of rounds already next to them marked with HE, WP and a marking most aren't familiar with.

A stack of metal boxes is off to the side of the lighters cargo ramp and a Trooper wearing the insignia of a Quartermaster is standing next to them marking things down on a clipboard.

Ferringo turns to the party and states, "draw your kit from him. I must discuss things with the mortar crews. When your done come find me."

As you approach the Quartermaster you can see a woman seated in the back of the lighter going through a medicae bag.

[Mikey]

0804, Day Three

Milo nodded and walked up to the quartermaster. "What?" the man said gruffly, without looking up.

In the same tone, Milo said, "The interrogator told us to see you for kit. I'll need body armor-"

The man turned his back, dug through a crate, and returned with a flak jacket. "Yeah?"

Milo continued, "...a shotgun... forge world, if you've got..."

"Yeah," the man answered disinterestedly. "Vanaheim combat variant. I got one."

"OK," Milo said, growing irritated with the man's tone, "give it to me. Plus an extra clip of blazers and two of standard shells. A microbead. And..." Trask lowered his voice expectantly. "A force sword?" To Milo's amazement, the man silently rummaged through a couple different racks and returned with both the shotgun and clips, and an unsheathed sword. The blade had a simple aquila crosspiece, a pale blue helical psi-matrix etched into it, and the =][= symbol debossed in the quillons. The pommel was fashioned into the image of a skull. Trask discarded his old vest, donned the flak jacket, strapped his old sword into the webbing under his pack, and sheathed his new blade at his waist. He then walked over to where the Adpeta Sororitas was sitting, inventorying medical supplies.

"Sister?" he said, waiting for the vitriol he'd come to expect from Phebia. Instead, she merely looked up. "Before your attention gets called elsewhere, I was wondering if I might ask for your help with an injury I sustained yesterday."

[Aaron]

0804 Day Three:

"What sort of injury?"

[Mikey]

0804, Day Three

"What sort of injury?"

Milo cleared his throat. "Err... from a fall, from about 8m up... I landed on my back. It's not terrible, but if you can provide something that could help my recuperation, I'd appreciate it," he said, looking at the fleur-de-lys on her robe with some misgiving.

[Lighthawk]

0804, day 3

Haxta didn't bother with the quartermaster, brushing by the man as he 'helped' Milo, and proceeding to poke through the various boxes and crates. She pulled out items, giving each one a quick inspection, and returing them back with a quick blessing. As she made her way through the supplies she set a few items aside into a neat and ordered pile; a simple break open grenade launcher, a micro bead, a gas mask, a frag grenade, a firebomb, and a grenader's bandoleer.

The equipment was in good working condition, but hardly very presentable in appearance. Finishing her rituals, Haxta gave the quartermaster a curt but polite nod, took up her choosen items and headed back to the Valkyries. Taking a seat nearby, she began to carefully clean her new gear, giving them a more detailed going over.

[Aaron]

0805 Day Three:

The Sister gives Milo a grief but thorough inspection, wrapping his torso with a bandage intended to stop things from moving around. She then injects him with a small autoinjector, "that is a counterseptic. It should keep you from getting any nasty infections for the next few hours."

[Tyyr]

0623-0800 Day Three

Shortly after the Vakyrie takes off Phebia settles back into the seat and closes her eyes. Within moments she's asleep only waking when the craft lands. Standing up and stretching she heads for the quartermaster as he hands Trask another sword. She walked up to the quartermaster as Milo admired his sword. "I don't suppose you've got a bolter in there or some armor? Shotgun shells and stubber ammo as well? Maybe a couple grenades?"

Phebia eye'd the stocky gun the quartermaster handed her. Looking it over she flicked the catch and broke it open, inspecting the titanic breech she pulled out a single shell and her eyes went wide at the sight of an Astartes bolt shell. "I suppose I shouldn't ask how you came into possession of this should I?" Slinging the massive weapon over her shoulder she collected the extra bolts he offered as well as shotgun ammo, stubber ammo, flak armor and two frags. "Since you're being so giving, have a micro bead and a gas mask?" The quartermaster gruffly handed the requested items over and Phebia walked back to the Valkyries. Tossing her pack and equipment in one of the mesh seats she stipped off her equipment belt and then her carapace plate. Pulling the flak armor over her legs and arms she redonned her belt and pack before spending several minutes rearranging things.

[Lighthawk]

0810, day 3

Finishing with what cleaning and fiddling she could manage with what she had on hand, Haxta glanced up and caught sight of the bolter Phebia had acquired. Her eyes widened a bit, she certainly hadn't seen that during her 'inspection' of the equipment. Getting up, she made her way over to the battle sister.

"Would you mind?" she asked, a hand half reached out towards the powerful weapon.

[Tyyr]

0810

Phebia looked at Haxta for a moment. Her newly acquired weapon wasn't legal in any sense of the word. There was really no way to know how the techpriestess might react. She decided to trust the robed acolyte though and handed the priestess the bolter.

[Lighthawk]

0810, day 3

Haxta settled the bolter in her arm, running a single finger carefully over the various mechanisms. "You don't see many bolters like this," she said. "Of course, you don't see many bolters at all, outside of certain military groups." Laying a hand over the breech, she recited a small blessing.

[Tyyr]

0810
"No, it is very unexpected," Phebia said.

[Lighthawk]

0810, day 3

Haxta nods, and carefully hands the bolter back. "Thank you, it's always a pleasure and an honor to speak with such a unique spirit."

[Tyyr]

0811

Phebia took the bolter back. "Thank you priestess," she insists.