Korgan
Arbiter
You collapse on the ribbed metal floor, feeling not yourself, What was it all about again? Paying no mind to the screams and flying lasbolts, you try to examine the last events, but they fade away until there is only now. Now. Now. Now.
- What?
"- I said, let's move it NOW!", - the bald, heavily scarred and tattooed man in a jet-black carapace suit yells in your face. "I sense no taint left upon you, and your mind is free! Either the witch is dead, or you slipped out of her grasp, kid, and whatever it is, the Emperor will have need of you! We can't save the ship, our cell and our Master's done for - damn your rabble, but he left instructions. They involve you!"
He takes you by the collar and lifts you to your feet, allowing you to take in the carnage around. The cutthroat crew you just led to overload the Manstein's plasma reactor, knocking out the subsector's only Grand Cruiser, was ambushed by Inquisitor Sorel on the way back to the shuttle. His small cadre emerged as you were hastily crossing a dark storeroom, disoriented your men with photon grenades and slaughtered all four sections in a hail of fire; fortunately, you were in the rear and could roll behind a corner in the blink of an eye.
The last thing you saw before your mind cracked was Anja, the mercs' second-in-command, leaning out, returning fire with her antique hellgun, then - as one of the black-caped enemies fell, others ducked and Sorel himself launched into a profane, ear-splitting chant - cutting loose a dead man's grenade belt with a wristblade, ripping the pin from one and lobbing the whole package so that it exploded in mid-air. It should've blasted everyone and everything out there; this guy was either very lucky or a little late to the party. Your head spins; memories are fading rapidly, as if it was all a dream.
"Look at me!" - the man suddenly demands as he pushes you against the corridor's curving wall. "Look in my eyes and swear by His name!" He stares intensely as you, but at that very moment, you see movement just behind his back. Time seems to slow to a crawl. The red-haired girl (Anja?), apparently left for dead, stirs among the bodies. With preternatural speed, she draws a hellpistol from a nearby corpse's holster, then, incredibly, grins and gives you a thumbs-up. D-do you even remember her? She's... she's aiming right at his head! Warp take it! What do you do now?
1) Stay still, look dazed and let her do it. (Deceive)
2) Attack together with her, stabbing the man in the eye. (Sleight of Hand)
3) Whisper "Danger!" and pull the man down, hoping he can react quickly enough.
4) Draw the Takara Palatine from your back holster and fire at her:
- aiming for the head, which could kill in one shot
- aiming for the limbs, which should only disable her
(you have no penalty for called shots)
- What?
"- I said, let's move it NOW!", - the bald, heavily scarred and tattooed man in a jet-black carapace suit yells in your face. "I sense no taint left upon you, and your mind is free! Either the witch is dead, or you slipped out of her grasp, kid, and whatever it is, the Emperor will have need of you! We can't save the ship, our cell and our Master's done for - damn your rabble, but he left instructions. They involve you!"
He takes you by the collar and lifts you to your feet, allowing you to take in the carnage around. The cutthroat crew you just led to overload the Manstein's plasma reactor, knocking out the subsector's only Grand Cruiser, was ambushed by Inquisitor Sorel on the way back to the shuttle. His small cadre emerged as you were hastily crossing a dark storeroom, disoriented your men with photon grenades and slaughtered all four sections in a hail of fire; fortunately, you were in the rear and could roll behind a corner in the blink of an eye.
The last thing you saw before your mind cracked was Anja, the mercs' second-in-command, leaning out, returning fire with her antique hellgun, then - as one of the black-caped enemies fell, others ducked and Sorel himself launched into a profane, ear-splitting chant - cutting loose a dead man's grenade belt with a wristblade, ripping the pin from one and lobbing the whole package so that it exploded in mid-air. It should've blasted everyone and everything out there; this guy was either very lucky or a little late to the party. Your head spins; memories are fading rapidly, as if it was all a dream.
"Look at me!" - the man suddenly demands as he pushes you against the corridor's curving wall. "Look in my eyes and swear by His name!" He stares intensely as you, but at that very moment, you see movement just behind his back. Time seems to slow to a crawl. The red-haired girl (Anja?), apparently left for dead, stirs among the bodies. With preternatural speed, she draws a hellpistol from a nearby corpse's holster, then, incredibly, grins and gives you a thumbs-up. D-do you even remember her? She's... she's aiming right at his head! Warp take it! What do you do now?
1) Stay still, look dazed and let her do it. (Deceive)
2) Attack together with her, stabbing the man in the eye. (Sleight of Hand)
3) Whisper "Danger!" and pull the man down, hoping he can react quickly enough.
4) Draw the Takara Palatine from your back holster and fire at her:
- aiming for the head, which could kill in one shot
- aiming for the limbs, which should only disable her
(you have no penalty for called shots)
