Heretic Hunt

Disappointing notes

yes yES YES!!

The vault contained a trumpet! Canto never cared for brass instruments before but it was great!

He immediately snatched it up and began playing probably to everyone disgust but they didn’t matter he didn’t matter who cared who cared if it was a combat mission pfftt.

Now for the second vault before any one could discuss what the plan was Canto just rushed in. Oh great chaos symbols whatever that means pfft. thought canto as he unzipped his uniform and openly peed on one of the 8 candles. He chuckled briefly as he did so and once the deed was done he kicked another candle over. HA! nothing happened! this was really a game among giants. Canto wondered what other silliness he could get up too so many doors opened when you knew that life a joke he never felt this good in years. now where can i get a drink ? thought canto

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Gordon's Thoughts - 3
Treachery

That’s the good father seen his last night. Frankly I’m glad to see the end of him. Although ultimately it wasn’t up to me or how I felt, the man was a liability. Still, he can yet serve for death is not an end to duty. From what I understand Noctine intends to turn his skull into a means of illumination so that he can “draw as much attention to us in death as he did in life”.

I’m also glad to be out of the Warp, even if it meant landing on an Ork infested planet run by heretics. I was expecting sedition out of some misguided sense of loyalty to their planetary governor. I wasn’t expecting everyone from the guard to the domestic staff to be screaming “Death to the False Emperor”. Well, attempting to at any rate. Didn’t take us long to cut them down and make our way to the two vaults we discovered. Accompanying us was apparently one of Drake’s men who was sent ahead. A bureaucrat more interested in paperwork than practicality. Still, someone who knows their way around the labyrinth that is the Administratum will be of great use. Not to mention that a great deal of investigatory work is mind numbing data processing. I almost feel sorry for the two sods we murdered as cover for bringing him along. Almost. Anyway, the vaults. The first was defended by a hastily thrown together garrison augmented by Nurglite priest. They were dispatched with relative ease, although the Nurglite true to form refused to die for a while. I blew his damn leg off and he got back up! Wish I could have stopped Noctine from mutilating the corpse and completely tainting his mechadendrite. Nothing terribly interesting in there, lots of material wealth but nothing of use.

The second vault was a different beast altogether. Seems the Inquisition had been storing an altar to the Ruinous Powers here. Noctine has noble intentions but trying to simply blow it up was never going to work, Ventium arriving just made convincing him not to easier. I’ll move those candles we found to that room that’s off the grid, it’s unlikely that Quin will find them there. With any luck, we’ll have kept this artefact out of everyone’s hands and when Drake shows up he can deal with them. From what I understand everyone will be watching how the Harlockes institute the new regime. I’d love to help but I’ve got too much work here that needs doing. Most pressingly I need to identify what exactly Quin took. Then there’s researching the sanctification ritual so we can bring specialist firepower when we move on Quin. Also, how exactly one kills or banishes a daemon. The list goes on. I’m sure they can handle themselves fine without me though.

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Sobering epiphany
hahahah-HAHAHAAAHAAA!

Canto burst into the room he had to find out how HOW?! he must of missed some thing he never thought to check the rooms. IDIOT! he chastised himself he had to look harder he had to try harder. Canto felt his new senses humming in his head his vision started to distort. He started to feel like he was being flung across a vast distance and with an elastic slap he stopped..

Canto looked about him with immediate concern. Before him stood a large storage box filled with some sort of large brown cubes. Beyond this in the distance towered a large blue mountain. Canto took a step back casting eyes back and forth this wasn’t where he was. His retreat was stopped by some thing he turn to find a strange orange cube with symbols on it. but that was not what stole his attention before stood a great wall with the most beautiful mural on it. it was the walls of the imperial palace he thought Canto fell to his knees at this sight he must have been getting and message from the emperor him self praise be his power!

BOOM BOOM BOOM

Canto quickly looked to his right as he saw another orange shape tumbling across the ground the shape stopped. Canto looked up to see where the shape had come from. Thats when he saw it. Cantos hands started to shake. Before him towering over everything else was a massive figure with strange black rings around its eyes. He looked down at the orange shape an shape he now figured out was a dice. “Canto has passed with a natural one doubled by 1001 senses” a large booming voice announced " Canto sees five giants playing a role playing game" announced and voice that sounded like it was in charge. Canto looked over at the two die on one was 00 and the other 01.

Canto looked down at his hands then looked up at the beings around the table as they started to laugh at him. A small tear ran down his face as he realized his life was a joke a game already amounting to nothing before it started. Canto started to laugh, louder and louder he fell on his arse and started to roll over still laughing " I AM GOING TO GET SOOO DRUNK!!" he managed between fits of laughter. He felt reality well his reality pull him back he found him self on the floor laughing still he barged past everyone on his way out and drank the bar dry then moved on to Gordons stash canto stood on the bar and shouted “have you seen the dice!!! DO YOU know whats actually going on!” He shouted between swigs. He didn’t even care if anyone was listening it didn’t matter any more nothing mattered anymore his life meant nothing.

HE HAD SEEN THE DICE AND THEY DIDN’T CARE

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Gordon's Thoughts - 2
Progress

Finally, we are getting somewhere. I was sure that making the official line that Rimwena’s death was a suicide would be safer for us but Canto has proven himself to be an exemplary judge of character when he recommended we do otherwise. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, he was an Arbites after all. Slowly but surely, opinion amongst the elite of the ship is turning. That much was clear at the funeral. Ventium’s intense sobbing. Sabbanth’s fury. They might be Inquisition and terrifying examples even within their own circles but they are pushing this ship to its breaking point. I don’t expect a revolt against these monsters any time soon, but the potential is there. This sentiment has even spread to the Mechanicus sect on board. It’s almost amusing how that development occurred. There I was chewing out an honest to Emperor Magos Explorator for daring to fire upon my men so soon after I already lost one and somehow, we ended that day on better terms. I suppose I should thank Ratcliffe for not bothering to investigate Brax’s disappearance and leaving us to solve the mystery in two hours. Elythal was not best pleased about Inquisitors barging into his personal store rooms and “requisitioning” his things. So, good progress on plans to remove these murderers from this world.

Still, if things don’t go our way our last stand shall be beautiful. We spent near enough a week properly reinforcing our quarters into a defendable fortified position. Hardly perfect but I doubt our prospective enemies have ever picked up a volume of the Tactica Imperialis in their lives, so they are not likely to follow standard Navy boarding tactics. Also, we have an autocannon! Daemons and Xenos beware. If we are going down, we are taking them with us.

Then there’s the progress we made in evidence gathering. I decided to take up the lead that Rimwena never had the chance to. Using the vents to access Ventium’s unmarked room. Rimwena was right, we should have done this long ago. Although, I suppose that once again we were lucky to not pursue this lead. As I arrived there was Avund and Silvanto threatening a clearly terrified Ventium. I decided to scout ahead, record what I could find before returning to listen in on their conversation. Ventium certainly has some… interesting tastes. At a cursory glance, all I could find was Xenos relics which, while heretical, is not really what I was looking for. Then I noticed a cupboard in the corner which was almost completely covered in purity seals. I was tempted to open it, but it would make more sense to find out why Avund and Silvanto were here prior to opening what was clearly a heresy storage area. Another wise choice, they were here for something stored in that cupboard. Two items, one ornate chalice covered in rubies shaped like tears and a book covered human flesh. Really? To think that the Imperium is beset by heretics who go out of their way to be this impractically evil and despicable. They left soon after, leaving the cupboard open. Once again, my curiosity nearly got the better of me, but my limited time serving the Inquisiton has already told me that mind-rending moral hazards awaited and that I’d be far better off leaving. I better get these pictures back to Noctine to clear up and examine. With any luck, we’ll be able to identify everything and discern the true motives of these heretics.

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Thats IT!!!
Canto v Ratcliff FIGHT!!!!!

Canto head wobbled like a very cheap and weighted down crazy daisy but he still heard Ratcliff. The priest was knowingly wanting to send our newest member too die under the sight of one the most dreadful for chaos daemons this was a fate worst than death.

Cantos vision went red but he remember his training any officer could get angry but they needed to get angry smart. so canto needed to think however this was hard since he was in fact totally cained. He was clever enough too remember that too fight here was a bad idea very public so later then at the hotel maybe.

Canto had his chance now his plan was to hurt him badly not kill him how ever plans never survived the first point of contact so canto could still be hopeful.

emperor dammit im so drunk thought canto as his first strike missed. it was at this point that Ratcliff dived into new realms of stupid by point a gun at him. Canto was not surprised really it wasn’t the first time someone that escalated some thing with him. Canto might die here he knew that but he did care life was to short to be worried about losing it and he had a good run. Canto carefully took a grenade off his belt and armed it if Canto was going to die so was he. Cantos revolver was out and pointing at rat-cliffs leg in an instance. Ratcliff then said one of the most ironic things ever “now calm down” while point a gun at someone. This was one idiocy too far and canto opened fire putting a round into ratcliffs leg. Canto now had good reason to kill him and would of if it hadn’t of been broken up by the other members of their party.

Canto hoped that maybe Rat cliff would learn form this mistakes but canto knew he wouldn’t and canto would be there when it happened waiting and ready with a bigger gun.

Now how do we un arm this grenade???

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Gordon's Thoughts - 1
A Death in the Team

I really thought things were going to get better for Rimwena. She certainly seemed more open to me than before. Then there was that Sanguinala miracle. If I had to guess, in a weird way, things seemed to be improving for her. Then this happens. Another false spot of hope before this uncaring galaxy finds yet another way to ruin us. This is bullshit, why does the one of the few Emperor damn people I can call a friend have to fuc-

Head in the game, Gordon. What do we have? Corpse with las bolt through the skull, entry point under the chin. Another withdrawn, morose paranoid psyker kills themselves out of despair, right? Except anyone who actually knew Rimwena could quite clearly see that is complete bullshit. Had Noctine perform an autopsy. Signs of a struggle, only superficial wounds however. Whoever she was up against couldn’t land a proper hit it would seem. She always did say she was a diviner and not a very good one but clearly good enough to see what was coming, eh? Imagine being outmanoeuvred continuously by some shifty sniper, you must have got them right riled up. What is interesting is that apparently, your brain chemistry is straight up wrong. Didn’t appear to be caused chemically. What happened to you Rimwena? In any case, you were taken here, no signs of struggle in your room. With luck the stupid bastard will have walked in front of Noctine’s camera. How does it go from a fight to you blasting your brains out? You weren’t drugged and being coerced into it seems highly unlikely. I’m tempted to say some manner of warp power is at play but our expert on the matter is otherwise indisposed.

Maybe your personal effects have an answer? I feel uncomfortable redistributing your gear, makes me feel like a vulture that was waiting for that last breath before digging in. However, things as they are, we need everything we can get and I don’t think you’d complain about some practical recycling. Let’s see here. One duelling pistol, modified for extra ammo capacity. Good thing too, because per this, you’ve fired three shots. Well, we know where one of them went but the other two, now that’s interesting. Hopefully there’s some asshole walking around here with two new holes in him thanks to you. I intend to make sure that it isn’t the last they will see of this weapon. Long las can go to our newest “recruit”, she better treat it well. Ah your chamoline cloak. My Sanguinala gift to you. Went to a lot of trouble to get this but I’d figure you would appreciate it. I’ll hold onto this. Your ID seems untouched which for our sakes is good. Hmm, the pendant we found in Zarkhov’s room. She was quite shocked to find it. Let’s see what is inside. Two pictures, a woman in a simple dress and a man in a naval uniform. Guessing by the stripes and the lack of any ornate decoration I’d say NCO. The picture is a bit small but I’d go further and say Sergeant at Arms. Have to be a tough bastard to earn that position, leading boarding parties is dangerous work. Some might even say suicidal work. I’ve seen my fair share come and go. I guess these are her parents but they could be anybody really. Never had the time to ask, we were always so busy. I don’t know where she comes from, what she did growing up, who raised her or anything like that. Maybe it wasn’t that important, maybe the now was all that mattered. I’ll keep this safe.

That didn’t help much. Let’s take a step back here, who are our preliminary suspects. Dark Eldar? Nope she wouldn’t be here and she would be looking this… good. One of the people of interest, Inviso perhaps? Maybe, there is still that unaccounted for daemonic presence. Silvanto and Avund? Given that people have been going missing after they meet them it wouldn’t surprise me. That I have little to go on so far is infuriating. You’ve left enough behind though, it’s a start. Once we review the camera footage then we can really start investigating. I swear, whoever did this is living on borrowed time. The Emperor as my witness I will see that justice is done. I don’t care if they are man, xenos or daemon. They will be sent to the grave screaming.

Although in the end, all vengeance is hollow. As captain I am responsible for the well-being for all those under my command and I have failed. When everything is quiet and I am alone I will remember this failing for the rest of my days. No man is more than the sum of his mistakes, all that can be asked is that they learn from them. However, looking at Rimwena’s lifeless body I can’t help but ask what exactly am I supposed to learn from this!? What secret meaning am I supposed to derive from such senseless death?

I fucking hate this ship.

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Rimwena's observations - 8
Rimwena's final thoughts

“Oh! I remember now. It was my uncle, he sold me out to the black ships” Rimwena thought as the daemon confronted her.
“I always wondered where I learned not to trust people. Why I always sought out survival above all else, can’t believe I forgot for so long”.

Time slowed as she retrieved her gun, almost as if fate itself would see her through this final fight. “I’m glad I learned otherwise though, for even a short amount of time it was nice to have people to confide in”. She closed her eyes, ready to channel the warp, ready to push her mind and soul to its very limits, if she were to find any way to hurt him it would be through either a thousand cuts or a miracle from the warp.

The daemon let a smug smile creep across his face before lunging, either with fists or claws, she wasn’t sure which. She thought of Gordon as her body moved on its own, and she was out the way before she knew what was happening. She truly hoped Gordon would find a way to live through what comes next, knowing him he would find only more corruption in the untouched tomes of his library and his honour may drive him to do unspeakable things. She hoped her first friend would find reason to live. She fired a shot into the back of the creature’s head, leaving a small wound but not doing as much damage as she had hoped.

“Avund” lunged a second time, features distorting as he did so, once again Rimwena closed her eyes as she let the warp move her and, as she did so, deep voices spoke of her death. She thought of Kolden as she tried to block them out, her first lover, she thought of Inviso, someone she manipulated and yet she still wondered if they’d find reason.

As her second shot fired the creature was no longer there. She felt her arm rise on its own and her gun below her chin. She thought about her comrades: Noctine, Canto, Mordecai, Tapt and even Ratcliffe (even she was surprised there). She hoped they’d find the will to survive.

She then smiled as she remembered how much Khornate daemons hate magic, how they hate those powers despite effectively being made of warp stuff. By the Emperor she must have royally pissed this creature off for it to respond like this.

For once, she was proud to be a psyker.

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Ratcliffe Ledger Entry - 042 - 009 - Wheres Wiggins?!
Red

Red – Wiggins continued to be lost, fearing the worst continued my selfless search for him, this included Distribution of lost posters, and the enlisting of some kind crewmembers’ help.

Red – Wiggins continues to be lost, the rest of the party seems unconcerned by this (they have no sense of loyalty). After our plight was noticed many officers and crew joined my search.

Red – Wiggins has been lost for many days now. – clearly something terrible has happened to him, In the warp and at the edges of known space this could spell disaster for the entire ship, it’s crew and their souls. The Lord Captain clearly thought my intentions were both noble and justified and instructed all of his men to find Wiggins.

Black – Upon waking I find signs that Wiggins was briefly in my room. Clearly while something terrible must have happened to him to stop him from presenting himself to me, he is not all lost, part of the true him still remains. I vow to help him, bit to do that I must first find him. As he was forced to leave me before I woke, I needed to temporarily and humanly restrain him for his own good. I formulated a cunning plan, requisitioned beartraps, and enlisted the aid of some servants, willing to risk themselves to help Wiggins and I.

Red – Despite my careful supervision a servant took a minor injury. With Wiggins gone, the Techpriest became our sole medic. Due to his suspicious incompetence the servant died of shock, Noctine continued to make the situation worse by resuscitating him in the warp – causing a deamon to spawn.

Black – Seeing my pureness as a great threat to itself, the deamon targeted me and attempted to bring me under its heretical power, however my willpower and devotion to the Emperor allowed me to resist it ensuring that my team was unharmed, at great cost to my own health,

Black – without me to guide them, the group sought aid from a commissar psyker. With me weakening the deamon from within the commissar was easily able to dispatch it.

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Harlock Fleet Report 2

Status

Noctine Karpath – Active – Loyal
Rimwena Verium – Active – Secretive
Fnaz Canto – Active – Erratic
Mordecai – Active – Dependable
Ratcliffe – Active – Conspicuous
Captain Alistair Gordon – Active – Unreliable
Karpath – Active
8881273409352 – Operational

Report
Ratcliffe continues to draw attention to the group. He set up a treasure hunt to find 352, who was clearly just hiding from him rather than missing. The entire ship noticed this and so a large amount of focus was on us. I have been attempting to befriend a lower Tech Priest to gain more information. Captain Gordon has discovered a hidden room Harlock is no doubt using for heresy and decided he wants to talk his way in, rather than my advice that we just break in as soon as possible.

Ratcliffe set bear traps in his room, given permission by Captain Gordon. A man died from this, and despite my best attempts to save him, was inhabited by a Daemon. This was dispatched soon after. Canto seems to be behaving different to usual, less golly.

Inquisitor Quin arrived on the ship. This seems too much of a coincidence but needs further investigation. It seems the old idea of us posing as his acolytes will not work. This sent the group into a panic. Ratcliffe and Canto wanted to set off a nuke in the ship. Gordon and Rimwena seemed ready to come to blows due to this. Mordecai and I reasoned, if possible, it may be a reasonable to ready such a large weapon in the case that we are discovered. All of this came to nothing at the discovery that our ship holds no such weapons.

Summary
Getting closer to proving heresy, collecting proof.
Harlock has a secret room, will investigate.
Quin arrived on the ship.

Group Summary
The group continues to draw much attention regardless of my warnings.
Gordan’s judgement seems questionable and possibly dangerous. He often displays dislike for the group and may not be trustworthy.
Ratcliffe continues to be a liability.
Rimwena continues to be shifty.
Canto seems to be enjoying things less and becoming more rash, needs monitoring.
Mordecai still seems trustworthy.

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Hell in a hen basket

Sound stopped.

Canto stood stunned at the event unfolding before him. A man sat screaming with a bear trap around his shoulder. Canto took a second to think how this happened then remembered about Rat cliff.

The bear trap and arm came away with sickening sounds and the man fell down dead. A burst of dark pleasure came over him at the mans death only now did canto notice was relishing his suffering. It was unsatisfying canto didn’t understand why. He would have to find out some how.

Cantos mind slowly turned back to the present and so came the sound. The people he knew his team he couldn’t remember there names anymore it either that or he didn’t care. His “team” seemed to be trying to revive the dead man. Canto noticed the pysker had made a rapid retreat and wondered if she was on to something.

She was.

The man was alive and well……and oh with a claw for an arm…. Cantos mind was very woozy the cogs sticking and skipping. There was some thing wrong with that wasn’t there. He had confirmation when it fired and sharp tentacle into ratcliffs neck. Canto was instantly worried about his own safety nothing would take his gift away. He raised his revolver and let loose a round just as the angel of death arrived in the from of a commissar the man was quite brilliant in his destruction of the man/beast thing.

Canto berated himself alone in his room he had a job to do he just kept being distracted by whatever it was. He also felt a dark anger and a “need” for something he didn’t understand.
He would harness this he told him self.

Christmas (sorry Christian i couldn’t spell it, it being called Christmas) Sanginarla (SEE!)
pasted uneventfully. However the ship Vox network sounded an alarm and it suddenly turned to choas and panic. His team needed answers so after asking a few questions we found out we where getting visitors on board. Canto drew on his deductive reasoning the only people that could get a rouge trader this worried was the inquisition.

He didn’t however expect it to be the likes of silvanto quin and his daemon minion. Canto looked though the eyes of his cyber eagle in terror and wonder how they where gonna get tho this one alive.

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