Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32600226-20181231192754/@comment-32600226-20190106205747

The map on the table is covered in notes taken, presumably by the Inquisitor. It notes that the city started life as a mining town though the mines are empty now. They had been in the process of converting the mines into a emergency shelter when there were multiple 'industrial accedents' only a day or two after the Inqusitor predicted the Alpha Legionare arrived and are now closed due to unspecified hostile wild life. Also on the map are a pair of red X's, one near the mine, one in alleys near the city hall.

"That was a fairly good explanation," the Tech-priest cut in. "I don't know how much faith will help though. It doesn't seem to have been all to useful to the past 15 groups." Looking around at the various expressions, the Tech-priest quickly clarified. "I don't mean to say all the other groups died or anything. Technicallly your only the third group to be sent to this city. Most of the others went to either the other two cities, or are watching the planets ports. So far five have stopped reporting; two at the port city, one at the western city, and the two sent to the one you're going to."

"I think I can continue the debriefing thank you," the Inquisitor suddenly spoke, making everyone jump or flinch. Nobody had heard or seen him approach, he was just suddenly there. The Tech-priest nodded and moved off with his cart towards the corner where the others were. When Waycrest looked, he saw to his suprise that what he had taken for a mound of metal or machinery was moving. It was large enough to be either a Astartes, or maybe an armored Ogryn? It was too dim and there were too many things in the way to make out details.

The Inquisitor moved back to his position at the other side of the table. "As Nicolas was telling you, you are the thrid group I'm sending out to this city," he said. "Due to the reports I've recived from the other groups I'm certain this is where your target is hiding." He pointed with his index and middle finger at both the city hall and mines. "You may have noticed my notes on the timing of it all being all to suspicious. The City hall is the most central location in the city, but the mines are the most defensive. I would bet anything he is in either one, or might even have had a tunnel dug between them." He pointed again, this time at the red X's. "These are dead drop locations where the other groups hid all their findings before going on dangerous investigations. Part of your job will be retrieving their contents, they should prove most useful."

The Inquisitor looked up at the group and, to their suprise, took off his helmet. His head and face were astonishingly colorless, with his hair being the darkest shade of black you've ever seen, and his face the palest white. Only his eyes held any color, a dark gold. "The groups I sent before you were sent purely to gather intelligence," he spoke with a sigh. "You are going to act as a kill team of sorts. To be frank, if there was not a Space Marine among you I wouldn't dare send this mission. Against a traitor Astartes I would hesitate fighting even with my full retinue. Your mission in essancce boils down to finding where he's hiding, telling me where that is, and then helping Waycrest here kill him." He looked around at the human members of the team. "Much of this mission will require infiltrating this city and not drawing too much attention. That's what you are here for, even with a disguise Waycrest's sheer size will be enough to draw attention, though fortunetly there is a Ogryn population that had been brought in to help in the mines, so someone of his size isn't completely out of the ordinary."

Stepping away from the table, the Inquisitor moved over to a smaller table covered by a while cloth hiding whats beneath. seizing one end of the cloth, the Inquisitor removed it, revealing a large amount of food and bottles of drinks of varing kind, as well as some Vox beads at one end of the table. "You leave in half an hour. You'll find a truck parked out front, my Interrogator will drive and will operate the vox equipment installed in it. He'll be the one to report back to me. Until then, feel free to eat and drink, though be sure to save some for later. This is probably better fare than what you'll find in the city, there are bags under the table to hold anything you want to take. If you don't have any means of voxing already, feel free to take a vox bead." With that the Inquisitor himself took a plate and loaded it up before going to a nearby chair at an empty table and sitting down and started eating.