GAME AREA Administratium building Capital city Vorres Prime

[Hard Rain]

It begins.....


Summoned by servitor skulls from different parts of the sprawling teaming metropolis of  Vorres city the capitol of the of the planet Vorres Prime to the huge spire like sub sector Ministorium building you rive and are as usual guided past the great ceremonial entrance of this cathedral to bureaucracy to an almost invisible side door. Entering the door warded by a uniformed flunky the Skull leads you deep into the building through long grey corridors past rooms with benches full of scribes and drone like clerks working at cogitators to a small chamber dusty and smelling of long unuse.

Empty apart from a few chairs which would seem more at home on the battle field than in such an august building and a Pict presentation screen hanging on a decoration on the far wall. The Servitors take up positions like the heads of guardian gargoyles and the door opens once more to admit a light gun servitor unit and  and a gaunt man in middle years who is dressed in the faded robes of a Senior clerk.

Greetings he says in a metallic mechanical voice, speaking from a vocoder unit in his chest not from his mouth please identify yourselves for the record, and you notice both the Servitors have started to record.

over to you

[EvilGinger]

Mordecai marches into the briefing room takes a seat after adjusting his dress sword and prepares to listen polity to the briefing whilst rather wishing again that the inquisition had not pulled him off the troop transport six months ago. he will look up and acknowledge any one else who comes in 

[niarBaD]

Quintos would enter shortly after Mordecai muttering softly to himself as he took a seat. Nodding towards him in acknowledgment, an imperial guard? Turning towards the man who entered, eyeing the servitors for a moment before speaking up. "You can call me Quintos." He wasn't even entirely sure that was his real name, but it's what he could give. Wearing a decent quality robe covering any equipment he may be holding.

[Hard Rain]

The Briefing officer Gestures and the Pict screen flickers into life he seems a little irritated as if he was expecting some one else.

Here we have your mission he says as the mission summery replaces the image of the inquisitional ][

Display Data

[NewtonPulsifer]

A teenage girl enters the room, looking rushed and harried.  She's holding a patched up munitorum ready bag that has seen better days that seems to be overflowing due to being poorly packed.  She's attempting and failing to stuff the contents in by force. (hyperlink to her description here)

"Sir!" she snaps a smart salute at the briefing officer, allowing what seems to be a lascutter to slowly slide out of the bag.

Heading off the briefing officer's raised left eyebrow and annoyed look she blurts out "I grabbed my ready-bag when I was summoned for the briefing, sir, and I was detained for a search by the guard due to the explosives that set off the ward auspex...." the lascutter sags out of the bag. She is oblivious, so is the briefing officer.  You watch in helpless fascination, wondering if it will clatter to the floor.  You think to mention something but the briefing officer speaks.

"That's no excuse, Acolyte, grenades are permitted by the ward auspex" the vocoder rasps, somehow managing to convey his annoyance even through the normally flat vocoder. His frown deepens.

"It was..uh" the lascutter makes it's escape, clattering loudly on the floor, she winces "...a melta bomb, sir...then I had to repack my bag..." A bright crimson blush works it way up her face.

"A melta bomb? I see."  the vocoder on his chest intones. The briefing officer's face is unreadable, but he is no longer frowning.  There might be the twitch of a smile starting.  There is a rasp of static from the vocoder - at first you think it might be malfunctioning - no,no, it was a sigh "I suppose I must re-do the briefing presentation, then."

"Not necessary, sir, I can download it from the servitor recording to my dataslate, sir."  The briefing officer nods his assent. The girl, looking close to shedding tears of relief, crawls under the table to get her lascutter. "Please state your name for the record," he requests.

A muffled response, undecipherable. She reappears, triumphantly grasping the lascutter, and wipes the dust off of her knees, and then off her hands by wiping them on her ready bag.

"Ynes Kultrayn,"she spells it out" Y-N-E-S K-U-L-T-R-A-Y-N, Electro-Priest, rank Acoloyte." The briefing officer's lips twitch upwards again.

She turns towards the other team members at the table as if seeing them for the first time. Recognizing Mordecai's military dress, she salutes him with her now clean free hand, and nods to Quintos.  Still blushing, she takes her seat at the table, and another seat for her bag.  She pulls a dataslate from the bag and extends an electro-graft dataprobe from her right index finger and inserts it into a port in the left spine, studiously avoiding eye contact.

[Hard Rain]

The Briefing officer mumbles something almost inaudible possibly a prayer to the god emperor  before clearing his throat loudly.

"Shall we continue? now we are all here"

he says before the image on the pict screen again dissolves, Resolving then  into a description of the station its role and capacity's backed up by Augur data from the Frigate Son of Thunders recent visit  

Display Data

Then continues onto the command and other significant personnel of the station. With the Briefing officer dryly drawing attention to the details he considers significant.

Display Data

[EvilGinger]

Mordecai saw the beautiful child enter the room and wondered quite who she might be as she seemed so incongruous in a naval ratings uniform  let alone in an inquisition briefing room.

At the mention of Melta bomb he tautened his hand going to the very workman like officers broadsword the only weapon he had with him ready to strike. That tension passed when he saw the girl blush like one of his dress obsessed sisters as she repacked her bag and he relaxed and slipped back into paying semi attention to the briefing. He was he mused to himself glad he had not had to strike the newcomer down.

[NewtonPulsifer]

Ynes is making notations in her dataslate.

Personnel
It is important to note that the inquisition knows relatively little about any member of house D’vion and is forced to rely on what the hose has reported through the Ministorum which may of course not be accurate as the House is unlikely to report information to its detriment or be over lavish with detail.

Perhaps House D'vion has friends in the Inquisition?

House D’vion
 
Dylion D’vion
Station commander, a qualified ships master and previously listed as master of several of House D’vion’s larger ships. Has no criminal record according to subsector and Sector records though five years ago some of his crew where executed by the authorities for dealing in Kroot eggs a zenos “foodstuff” believed connected with the foul Kroot mercenaries. Investigations failed to connect him to the affair but the inquisition believes that the matter was not properly investigated by the Arbites and local authorities at the time but was unable to reopen and continue the investigation. He has been in command of the station for four years.

Already busted down from shipmaster by the House for getting caught?  This does seem to be a demotion

Castor Zuvrex
Forge master has all the correct qualifications and initiations to run the pre-processing operation on station X117-335 and is a lay member of the Mechanichus in good standing. There is no inquisitional record of this man, but according to subsector Ministorum records he has been in post a little under twelve years being brought in when the House D’vion took over the station form the owners of the previous charter who had gone bankrupt several years before.

Brought in by House D'vion and no record = fabricated background.

Zylas
Master at arms reportedly a former imperial guardsman from Secundus Major with a long but unremarkable service history according to the records held by the Ministorum locally though the Inquisition cannot confirm any of this and would like to note that all this information was provided unconfirmed by house D’avion to the Subsector Ministorum. Attempts to confirm this have taken too long for the data mined to be included in this report. He is believed to be an abhuman of the kind called Ratlings

More very suspect background info.

Reeks D’vion
Listed as the director of operations in Ministorum records, these records further indicate that he gained experience as a more junior manager in other House D’vion mining and ore processing operations. From his title it is presumed that he manages the whole operation here.

He was wanted at one time or some one of the same name was for killing a trader in an illegal duel, the case was dropped after it was proved that he or the other person with the strikingly similar name had been misidentified as the culprit.

Double check that case record!  Check for anybody involved that might have been nabbed for taking bribes later.

Kepler Mores
Minor noble man from Vorres prime the House Mores are known to be impecunious and he is apparently a member of House D’vion by marriage contract. His roll on station is unclear but prior to his marriage he was a member of the Ministorum on Vorres prime with a clean if unspectacular record. It is presumed because of this that he works in some sort of administrative role.

Probably legitimate - any Vorres Adept chairwarmer is going to have a load of official records - but see possible Inquisition friends above.  Check for fingerprints of records manipulation - rule nothing out - assume records manipulated by highest authority. Another unspectacular record?  Either a coincidental pattern or an unimaginative adept on a record scrub

Adlys D’vion
Listed as The port master other than that there is no record of this man in Ministorum records, he has according to those records been in post for four years.

Okay, so maybe our records just aren't that great. Still, trust no one.

Ecclesiarchy...

A drooling inbred noble and his handlers.  With this broad-vox then either his handlers aren't competent - or they are and are aware, maybe even behind this.  There might be something to this psy-phenomena.  Reminder to request psy-tracker enhanced augur skull servitor and blessed weapons/ammo.

Others
Milo Varse
Has a charter for running a market on station X117-335   comes from a long line of minor chartered traders from Dawn Tertius has been warned about the selling of illegal goods in markets he has run several times and lost his charter because of this. There is no indication on Arbites, Ministorum or other records that his sins where ever more than that of omission. He buys in regular shipments of food minor luxuries and essentials for the planetoid and other mining teams as seems to be running a legitimate market.

Sloppy=we can nab him as an informant by planting evidence.

Emerikyl
Reported to be on station X117-335 is on an inquisition watch list though at some point the reason why has been removed perhaps due transmition error as the entry comes from Cadia.

Anybody that far from here is up to no good.  Shock maul him and dump him in cold storage for later questioning, no messing around with this one. Frag collar at least.  Reminder to requisition a neural whip or shock maul and frag collar.  Maybe a shock blaster is available?

[NewtonPulsifer]

After the briefing, Ynes asks the question.

"By super heavy metals, did that mean things like lead and uranium?"

[Hard Rain]

The briefing officer directs his gaze at Ynes Kultrayn "Sanctonite if you wish to serve the emperor long though the office of his holly ordos then you would do well not to be late or ask irrelevant questions & especially not do both within such a short space of time"

"Does any one have any pertinent questions?" he scowls

[EvilGinger]

Mordecai dosent react but slots this man ( the briefing officer) into the the position of jumped up servant. As for himself whist he has learned better than to ask questions of such men. However he considers no question irrelevant if it might elicit  information which would stop you getting killed pointlessly, true in the field, so why not in the inquisition? 

[Hard Rain]

"I see"
The briefing officer says with a snide tone and a half smile as he produces three lightweight and very inferior quality Data slates from his robes glancing at them he passes one to each of you in turn starting with Mordecai and finishing with Ynes

"these are your individual task allocations"

"any questions, none good I will leave you to make arrangements the servo skulls will see you out"

Display Data



He turns to go

[EvilGinger]

Mordecai takes the data slate without a word he could read that later he though as he was certain he would get no useful answers out of the briefing officer

[niarBaD]

Quintos would grab the data-slate and glance it over fairly quickly before standing to leave. Glancing over at Ynes and nodding slightly before turning to head out.

[Hard Rain]

The briefing officer sweeps out ahead of you and is quickly lost in the warren of the Administratium building your escorting servo skulls move to take point and lead you back outside.

Please feel free to discuss things plans etc here whilst I set up the next Game areas