Log # 11-88-68-98633/A
After a few more moments of silence in the holding cell the robed man sighs and then moves his hand from his temple and bridges them in front of, presumably, his face and quietly stares at the 718. Still smiling from when he was told to pause his tale 718 waits just a second longer before muttering.
“So I guess this means I continue…”
Wishing he could scratch his head the chair bound man sighs and thinks for a moment trying to remember where he left off his tale.
“Anyways… uh.. where was I? Oh right, So Nihilius comes out of that tunnel behind Smilie’s bed trying to build up some drama but that falls flat as we all know he’s strong enough to manage anything behind that place. Anywho he comes in and starts bossing us around eventually telling myself the loony psycher and his pet the ‘leader’ of the group to head out and clear out the garage while him and the gear head take a closer look-see at that demon maker thingy.
Well I deiced since the rest of the group has all the subtlety of a rampaging Gorax I head down there wearing the gear of one of the gangers to fit in better and it ends up being worthless since they’re all preoccupied with some stupid truck leaving. They hardly even notice me as I head over to an unmanned riot-truck-thingy and shoot open the hatch letting myself in. So I’m in that sardine’s gunner seat and give my ‘fellow acolites’ time enough to get close to my floor. Once they reach the floor I open up with that turret on the largest source of ‘things that go boom’ that I can find and sit back watching the fireball consume part of the garage.
So with that lit up and my fellow acolytes taking care of prisoners I tide myself over reloading the turret. Obviously they those miserable and completely worthless Smilies, honestly they have little right to call themselves gangers espically since they’re completely inept at doing anything. Why this one time I-”
With a subtle nod from the robed man the guard quickly jabs 718 in the side with his shock maul sending pain flaring up his body. With a gruff voice he waits for the prisoner to stop gasping for breath and cursing.
“Get on with it…”
“Garh… argh… gasp… right… cough… any… ways… I start re… loading while the other round up the Smilies. After most had been cordoned off the damn place’s lights blow out or something leaving us in pitch blackness. So even with the lights out I figure that having that main gun reloaded would be better then not and finish up my work. Apparently from what the other guys told me there was something in there killing off the gangers who tried to leave. I never really got a good look at it and it ran away before I could even manage to fire off a shot at it.
Anyways after some bad driving from the head case psycher we end up at the front of the door trying to get out of the place as the alarms go shitty and we hear that the damn place is going to go up in flames… apparently Smily WAS a load bearing boss. So as everyone tries to get the doors open I happen to look behind us and see some crazy tech priest guy walking… well not really walking so much as kinda floating towards us.
Well I inform the others accidentally by thinking he was that gear head that was with Nihilius. They look over and suddenly get the bright idea to start shooting at him… WITH LAS WEAPONS… I mean they’ve made some stupid moves before… Anyways they try to get his leg but everything they throw at him is pretty much ignored. However we hear this odd whining coming from him and suddenly we’re dealing with zombies. Well I’ve been making my way over to him and and quick as you please I go right up to him and level my two shot guns at him. I also spout some nonsense about the Inquisition since I apprently can get rid of them… like a bad rash the Inquisition just doesn’t go away.
So with that he gets all impressive whipping out his appendages… no not that kind… the severo arm kind… and looks all threatening as he levels two plasma pistols attached to them at me. Those-hurt and burn though just about everything in there way… I survive the shot surprisingly and return fire. Well I think my shotguns simply scratched an itch he had on his face for all the good they did. Anyways he spouts some nonsense about how worthless we are and then proceeds to ignore me.
Needless to say… THAT-PISSED-ME-OFF! So I unslung Smily’s bolter from my back move up behind the guy and… heh… lets just say he felt that last parting shot.”
With that the Scum smiles and chuckles slightly remember the moment and the tech priests reaction. After a few moments he sighs and continues his story to the two listeners.
“So he returns fire and I dive behind the nearby wall to avoid the shots. After that he vanishes into some secrete passage and we choose to book it outta there as I imagine the countdown timer is at about ten seconds. So we book it and none too soon as the entire place just goes to the warp and back in its own personally shit hand basket. Demons start showing up and the streets get royally screwed over as we start our fighting retreat towards our gun dealer. Course the loon psycher gets it in his head to help out the PDF forces forgetting how mess up the fabric of reality is around that area and the group ‘leader’ seems to agree with him.
Well I wasn’t born a fool, as soon as I see Mr. fabric of reality bender start to do his thing I book it as fast as I can towards the nearest elevator down. Unfortunately I run into a barricade and more of those damn human demon thingamajigs. Well I chuck a nade at them and dive behind cover out of sight. They apparently don’t like fire and go to smash it out… yes I said smash it out… anyways the others finally catch up and start ganking those demon thingamajigs while I retreat to a safe distance and wait it out.
Well they take those things down and we regroup and begin planning our next course of action before we suddenly hear ol Nihilius on the radio tell us wait as he goes to meet up with us. We meet up with him and find out apparently he lost our gear head! How throne only knows but he’s now gone. Well we swap stories and end up getting on his requestioned truck and start chasing after that truck that left Smily’s base.
Well one road trip later we catch up to the truck after rolling over some of those merc gangers and hop on to see if we can stop it. Well the fight goes sour REAL fast as that invulnerable techy shows up and starts opening up a can of whoop-ASS on us and Nihilius. At that point I’m up top on the second… or third… trailer and I get ANOTHER pyric parting shot off on him as I suddenly see a bandolier of nades go off right between our Inquisitor and the evil techy. Unfortunately I’m caught in the blast and almost meet my maker if he wasn’t already looking out for me.
Somehow I survive and am hanging on to that damn trail trailer by a antenna. So I make it to the back standing area and suddenly see myself moving faster away from the other trailers as I watch Nihilius and the rest of the group slowly shrinking behind me…”
Slowly 718 stops and looks up at the robed man.
“Alright I’m not saying another word until I get something to eat. You’ve kept me in here for about two days now and if you want me to even try to give you accurate information I need SOMETHING to eat…”
The guard moves to shock the prisoner again but the robed man holds up a hand and signals for him to wait. Slowly he makes another motion telling the guard to go get the requested food. Grumbling something incoherent he puts away his maul and heads out to find some food. As he leaves the robed man places a hand on his head like before and remains still and silent as the grave.
End Log # 11-88-68-98633/A