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((Much in the vein of my Balas journal entries, these will be entries from the point of view of an RPG character of mine, Fr. Allesio Romano. Member of the Malleus Maleficarum, the secret anti-supernatural branch of the Catholic Church, it will detail thing that happen while he is surviving a Zombie apocalypse with his band of Survivors. Feel free to ask me questions about him. For starters, yes, that is Alexander Anderson photoshop'd in that icon.))

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Anyone that is particularly interested in my Dark Heresy recordings, the journal entries of Balas "Ballisgun" Gunn, I have coped over all the entries from my old Journal to this one, set at their respective dates.

They are all viewable by everyone, not friendlocked, and are under the tag 'Dark Heresy' for easy viewing.

Enjoy.

Well that was quick. Techpriest was with us for how long before he got himself killed? Not long enough, I was starting to like him. Gallitus was very weird. Saw the ghosts... the memories of the people killed there. And were attacked by some primtech ((Primative Technology)), including some massive monster made of... wires and random machinery. Mira was able to latch a meltabomb on it, the techpriest had his mechanical bits taken over by the weird spirit as well. They say he's a lost cause.

Oh, and I forgot to mention what else we found. Obvious evidence of Chaos. If I remember, the name of this Entity in my book is Prince of Pleasure. An intriguing concept, but Emperor be damned if I let myself fall too far into interest. My dabbling into the warp is to help keep me strong from their grasp, after all.

Sol has disappeared, it seems. I did some investigating, started up with Garriter, see if he's heard anything, moved around to the gang. Turns out he was in with the Joyous Choir a bit. Was taken to their base of operations. The same one we raided. I went through some of the records they had gathered, and finally found a cross reference of Subject Designations and dsecriptions/when they were taken in. Found a match, it must've been him. Subject 439. Apparently they saw promise in him, thought he might'a been a sleeper wyrd. He was taken off planet, I couldn't find anythign more from there. Will just have to wait for reports from the attack groups out at the bases on other worlds.

Ah, urgent meeting time. I wonder what they've got for us this time.....

I've been wondering where I left this. I could've bought a new one, but, that would be good money gone to waste. I knew I'd find this one eventually.

To start with, things are going relatively well. We were sent to get information on a planet that was wiped from records (by our good Inquisitor), and the Navigator's had us doing some political job for them to get it. We needed to break up some relationship. Two different families that our employer didn't want getting together. Simple.

So, we went to another party. This one wasn't as bad as previous ones have been. I invited Sasha, she had a GREAT time. There was delicious food, the entertainment wasn't so barbaric, and during some down time.... Well, me and Sasha spent some time together.

New Guy Cleric's sister called to us, she was being attacked, we fought the assassin off. Assassin knew Zee. New Guy Cleric and Magnus took that up with him in their own way. We've also got a Techpriest with us now. Seems a little distant, but I suppose thats what all those tech-heads are like.

OH! Speaking of new guys, THE FLAME FREAK IS GONE! Finally got rid of Nethru. Priest got his just rewards, had his head bashed in. Course, Magnus was already under his wing to a point.

Well, I've got to get back to packing. We're heading off to that planet. Galitus, I think they called it. No matter. It was excommunicated for mass psyker grouping.

I wish I understood what the problem was with Psykers....


Ah, Sasha is at the door. Until next year! Ha.

Damn, finally found this slate. Things been missing.

Alright, well, its been a long couple days. Back at the Tricorn, our Lord brought us all together, we all knew it was mostly for Hilda and her bit of talk-back and yell about who we were back at the cathedral. We didn't expect Hilda to lose control of herself, I'm sure to someone else. I know Hilda, I'd think, working with her. She wouldn't charge at and try to kill the youngsters they had been having her take care of from the colony.

Thank the Emperor I leaped across the room in time. Test or not, I wouldn't let those kids be slaughtered. Of course, I wasn't a whole lot of good, except a minor distraction. I held my gun up to block any sword-type attacks at me, and just got barreled over. It was enough, I guess, had the rest of the group up by that point working on keeping the kids safe and Hilda from killing anyone. I really don't think we're on anyone's good side anymore, if we ever were.

Then we were sent to our next mission. We got bits of fancy equipment to borrow for the adventure. Its unfortunate, I could grow to like this new trench, but I'll always love the one I brought with me from home. I also got a custom autopistol. Custom for someone else, but I've never had a custom weapon before, it makes me feel important.

The travel was mostly uneventful, especially compared to our last outing. We planned how we'd stay undercover this time, as a merchant family. We got a room near the ships, and started to investigate. I went with Mord, of course, and I questioned him up more about being a wyrd. We met up with a girl, Elzabeth ((Thats what I heard whenever people said it, so thats what I'm putting)). *Insert reason we were interested in her originally, this part is what I missed while being late and sleeping.* Mord took her in to the room to question her, asking to do it alone. I remembered back to our first mission... and the joygirls.... I would've sighed if it weren't for the explosion from inside to startle me back to the now. I opened the door quickly to see a busted out window and a scorched up Mord screaming "AFTER HER" at me. Didn't take me long to be out the window as well, psykerman right behind me.

We weren't able to find her on our own, so we got the rest of the group together and we spread out farther. I got a little bored and started looking for spook deals, temporarily forgetting I only had 6 thrones to my name. I decided to catch up with the others, after sufficiently upsetting myself, and found they had the girl trapped. Hilda wanted her to come quietly and safe-like, as Hilda does. The new guy shot anyways. Hilda freaked at him, Elzabeth threw some fire bolts his way, and Nethru pulled his damnable toy (the Inquisition lent him an eviscerator. I hate eviscerators.) out and cut the fire-girl in half. Mord ran to dissect the body, I headed that way to help him, its a dirty job, its good to have help.

Then Hilda drew her sword on Neth. Probably should've seen that coming. There was much "Stop!"ing and "I'll kill you!"ing. When she charged, I tried a warning shot, to no avail. Magnus sent the mech-dog (his gift) at her, while the priest stepped back, having no means of fighting back without killing her, I guess. S'the only thing the redemption is good at, after all, breaking things.

Anyways, when she wouldn't step down, I sent a volley of shots at her. I should've not cared abotu the dog, as trying to avoid hitting it caused me to avoid hitting anything. Magnus got the better idea and took a single shot.

Hilda's leg blew off, blood, bone, and everything else, flew everywhere. If you ask me, she was dead from blood loss and shock before she hit the ground.

I quickly gathered her possessions that seemed useful, and most that didn't, that she had on her person, while Mord tried to give her an autopsy. I offered to hold on to the items and turn them in, and we all agreed to cremate the body right there. Nethru's job.

So, now I have a couple hundred that she had on her with which to buy things. Spook, most likely. When I get back, couldn't find anyone here. I also found this great book on her, s'full of all sorts of information about this "Chaos" that I hadn't heard of 'til recently.

Lotta tension in the air now. And I thought things were bad within the cell, the views around the temple are even hotter. Skae would not back down, he demanded the cathedral must be built and used. ((insert the name of the woman who I can't remember for the life of me here)) disagreed, insisted it was a bad place, and stormed off. Then a voicer((this is why I should't post so long after, I forget if I'm getting the names and terms right because I always forget to write them down)) gets shot, and Hilda starts yelling. At our Sup. He shot a raving madman, because he was a heretical raving madman that helped assault the small town. Hilda was convinced we could'a gotten information. Sup didn't care, and let Hilda know her place. Oh it was fun to watch.

After some town wandering, we decided the best bet was to get info. We left town to meet with the woman from before.

So we met with Aristarchus, our contact here on Iocanthos. He seems like a good enough guy. Just a quick meeting, then we all went our ways. I'unno what everyone else was up to, but I had been on a ship with them losers for long enough, I hit the spaceport and bars, found a nice looking girl that also needed a nice night. Was a nice night indeed, but thats not details for a journal.

We left in the early morning, as the sun came up. I was driving, and it was very odd. Alot of open area. I'm not used to open area. At all. All there was was driving. Lots of driving through the arid land. Carrion eaters above, ruins all around, and buggers behind me. Our ally was good for conversation, told us some about himself, where he's from, and about this planet we were on. As night approached, he warned us of the complete darkness of night, no moons and all. At Solomon's suggestion we stopped early to set up camp. Watches were set (I made sure not to be with either Hilda or Nethru), and so it went.

Aristarchus and I held random conversation on our watch. We discussed, mostly at my pressure, everything from Xeno technology to the position of Psykers in the Imperium and the Inquisition. I also poked around about Sasha. Damn, I can't wait to find her again.

Something out of the corner of my eye. "Aristarchus, you see that?" "Yes, they're all around us." We yell at the others to be up, and as I do I blow a full auto out in to the crowd, taking one of the things down. The things turn out to be more of those blue-face-paint freaks, the natives around here. These ones were different though, they all either had eyes that had fallen out or were swelled shut, and all were bleeding. A little disconcerting, but nothing I hadn't seen in scavvies before. in a flurry of battle a number of the once-men fell on us, raving mad and clawing with their oddly long fingernails. We held them off well, taking minor casualties around.

We burned the bodies, the wind keeping much of the smoke and smell away. It took a while for anyone to get back to sleep, but nothing more happened that evening, and we moved on.

Our next experience on our voyage was about as interesting, but thankfully, not nearly as dangerous. On a rocky hill out ahead, we saw a shadowy figure with the sun rising behind. It shimmered, and was gone. This kind of thing can't go ignored, especially after a night like ours. After some rough climbing, we came to the top o fthe outcropping and discovered someone had recently burned what turned out to be a symbol of Saint Drusus (Patron Saint of the Calixis Center, the one we're in). Arstarchus, Mord, and Flames reverently made a sign of the Aquilla and fell to their knees. I was more curious as to why it was here. So recently placed, obviously for us. They call it a miracle, I call it a clue. Its a sign, for sure, but is it an omen?

Satisfied with their prayer, we moved on, and reached Stern Hope, the location of the Cathedral-in-the-works, a short while before sunset. We were greeted by a local monk, who showed us to a small building. A bar on the first floor, rooms (for us) on the second. Four rooms for the seven of us (The Contact, Hilda, Nethru, Solomon, Mord, Zee, and I). Aris(I wonder if he'd get made for my calling him that) quickly dove to the door of one, gave us somethign about talking to the people and learning what we could, and slipped into the room, with a warning to not be disturbed except by the Abbot, who couldn't meet us at the door as he was helping a young girl who was very sick. Three rooms for six of us. I quickly grabbed Mord and said we'd take one room (Can give me some more learning on the use of psychic energies. Why does Warp power have to be so powerful, and yet so scary.). The rest of them... I'm not sure what they determined. I just know Solomon was talking about sleeping in the hall when the two of us went downstairs for drinks.

It was a rather productive night. The Soldier payed for my first drink, and a man who I talked to about the issues around bought my second. I limited myself to two, remembering last time. Or not remembering, but thats not the point. There were a few good bits of info that I gathered:
-Sickness, like that young girls, are growing common.
-Raids on supply cars are growing. Raids by a Warlord that goes by The Voicer. Fear is that he's going to strike at Stern Hope it self. The reasoning being some debate with the Abbot over the chapel. He claims the land is cursed. I'd believe him after what we've seen.

Solomon and I took are leave, and headed back upstairs. Didn't want to get myself tied up again.

-get lost on ship
-take off, remember warp
-Nihilius Zee, Assassin, finds me, suprises me, we're taken back to the room.
-Me, Solomon, Mort wander off. He fucks with me about the warp, we find the barracks and a card game, amasec.
-We win, get wasted, and head back.
-I don't remember much after that....
--Nethru talking against my Hive and Home.
--Zee going against my home
--Hilda taking up against all of them.
--Nethru is leaving.... No one is on me.... Spook in my pocket..... The power felt so good, but I couldn't hold it... couldn't control it....

-Wake up tied up.
-Fed by Nethru, not a very good thing.
-Late one night, Mort woke me, offered to teach real psychic power, instead of just spook... maybe. If I can't find the spook.

-Planetfall. We're having a... drop. Strapped in, the whole time arguing with Zee over how the Imperium is. Then the freefall started, shaking, and Flames was sick on my boots. The Redemption never did me anything good.
-We're met by an official that we wipe away quickly, and soon after some creepy flying "cherub" shows up, and beckons us to come and meet our ally here.
-Lotta of weird blue-face-painted folk around. They're given us odd stares, almost as creepy as the 'cherub'.
-one'a the blue-folk comes up to us in an ally, quickly, and rants at us about some "Crow King" or something along those lines. No one was doing anything and he was jumping among us, so I shot him in the foot. He passed out, Mort patched him up, we moved on. Just before the city security forces show up from my bullet shot.
-We arrive at a nice little place, meet with Ar-, our superior on this planet. He gives us a recap of the details on whats going on, and tells us how we're getting there. A nice drive along a bandit-infested road. Sounds lovely.
-Zee and I chat, he apologizes for the gun, I forgive him, and just ask a little compensation to help offset the cost of a new one. He understands, and we'll work somethign out.

-The town has no spook around. I don't want to wait til Scintilla, but I guess I'll have to. Funny how the warp can scare me so much, yet the power it gives... can feel so good.


-What is it they keep saying about Hilda while I was unconcious....

That third floor was a nice encounter. We found someone in the process of being messed-up-atized. Whatever it was that created the red-eyed things got this guy, too. He was hurtin', Hilda put him out of his misery. I would have, but she didn't have to expend precious resources (Bullets are plenty precious).

The room we wanted was locked, and it was a tougher lock than I could manage. I'm used to basic stuff, this wasn't so basic. Luckily, we have a back up lockpick. We stepped back, and Solomon let out a grenade, blowing a hole right in the door. Out of which came some crawly-creep. Metal and flesh merged into one in some mockery of life. More machine than alive, and not in the still-working way those tech-priests do it. Not hard to take down, neither was the abomination of flesh that crawled out after it. Unfortunately, the intelligent seeming, non-science project target escaped. Wasn't a big deal, they could be hunted, and we had their lab. And the mother-of-all.... weird white things implanted in people? We called in the job, task complete. The troops came in, accompanied by medicae staff and some Inquisitorial higher ups. One of these higherups was this good looking hiver-girl. She held herself as a pleasant mix of hiver-gal and Inquisitor, but at first glance I would have never pegged her as anything other than some eye candy off the street. She seemed friendly from talking to her some (Obviously being a fellow low-hiver, she was drawn to my ganger charm). Sasha. I'll have to ask around about her some time at the Palace. When we were dismissed, we packed up, and moved out.

My first task upon returning to the Palace was determining what my new found loot was. Oh was I lucky. I had myself three useless vials of nothing-good, and two lovely doses of Spook.

If you don't know spook, oh you should, its one'a the best drugs you can find in the galaxy! I'd never had any myself, too expensive and hard to find, but I had seen a few big-pocket Van Saar get fethed up on some at my dad's place one time, and it was hilarious seeing them tweak out at visions of "flying sewer rats" and "crawling skulls of warp energy".

Of course my first task was to go out into the hive, well out of the view of my allies, and try some out. I took one dose with me, and once I found a nice quiet(er) alley, I took it. And suddenly, the world went to hell. I felt it all, saw it all, could feel the city itself feel it! All the hate, and pain, and rage. Every murder, every rape, every child stolen from its home. Gang fights erupted around me, their gunfire mixed equally with the cries of victims, claimed by creatures hidden in shadow, or claimed by the very Inquisition I worked for. It was a horrible feeling, and it assulted my mind for what felt like millenia.

I passed out.

I came to I have no idea when, gathered mythings, made sure nothing was missing, and high tailed it back to the Palace. I saw Mord in the halls as I rushed to my room. I grabbed him and hugged him, hopefully I didn't cry. This guy was a psyker, he had to feel that every day! He had to go through the pain of messing with warp things all the time! I don't know how he could do it.

I can't wait to try the next dose later!

It was only a couple weeks until we were sent summons. I knew we'd be off near immidietly, so I made sure my jacket looked its best (A libral cleaning with mud did the job), and wandered off. We had been ordered to a librarium, a very nice place. I couldn't sit down, I didn't want to make a mess of the place. Not in front of Lord Inquisitor Nocteun. ((I dunno if he's been mentioned, or who he is has been. He's the big guy in charge. Verily important, not usually the one we talk to)). He was accompanied by a guy in leather, whose breif points in conversation made him out to be a character worth keeping an eye on, and Mord. Except then Mord came in a bit after me.

When no one else pointed it out, I just tagged it as a spook after-effect. A long-after effect.

Turns out there is a temple being built on a nearby feudal planet. Thats normal enough, temples are common. However, there's alot of odd going-ons with this one. Visions, sounds, disappearances. We're to investigate. Their is belief that it may be warp-related. Howeveer, the main export of the planet is an ingredient for psychoactive drugs or some such. Mostly penal colony things. I say the drug-things could be having a greater effect these days. Maybe it is the warp though, that would sure make things interesting. Especially with this Spook in my pocket. Either way, I'm not leaving that planet without at least some of this Ghostfire Pollen stuff.

To start with, I cannot take that bloody Burner ANYWHERE. You'll find out why.

Long train ride to the Coscarla District. Long. Painful. Ride. There weren't many trains back on Necromunda, so I wasn't anticipating the rickety, jerky ride. Ohwell. We headed down to Saul Arbest's, the deceased's, hab. Saw some little shops along the way, selling mystery meat sticks. Didn't look too bad. Was also a nice ganger-bar, need to remember that place.

Found the door open when we got to the hab. Almost shot his sister, she was looking through his things. She pointed us to a friend of Saul's, Evard. He could be found at the Templum in the northern part of the district. We thanked her, escorted her back to the transit station, her being from uphive and cautious of us less respectable types, and while Nethru and Hilda waited with her, Mord and I went back to the hab to look around. Solomon was apparently not joining us on this mission.

There was nothing good in the room. Mord took rest on a chest of clothes. I took a nap on the bed. We hadn't had any sleep the night before... seems to be usual for us. Wasn't woken til late that night cycle. Not that many would notice, the lighting in the deephive as it is. By now Hilda and Neth had come back and also rested. Time to hit the Templum.

Easy to find. Number'a people, as expected from an Ecclesiarchal church. I found out a priest, he directed me to the man we were looking for. Our own little Fire Priest stuck around, Hilda went off to pray, as did Mord. Evard proved helpful. He told us of the almshouse around here, an evil place the way he made it out to be. I would've asked more, but... Thats when the trouble started. A voice raised itself to a roar over the murmer of prayer.

Flames and Fury had deemed the priest here unfit as a servant of the Emperor. This wasn't going to go well. Before I could get up, he was half way to the pulpit. By the time I got up along side him, he had a number of people around him, and a few less around the poor Father, pointing accusingly. Hilda kept the masses at bay from the holyman, while I struggled against a crowd to convince the raging man down. It took quite some struggling, but I got that corner-preacher off the stand. I quickly took him, grabbed the other two, got Evard (with some fighting to get him outside this late, seems there've been disappearances and monsters in the dark) out to point us towards the almshouse. He nodded the way, and scurried back inside. The rest of us got our lights out, and went off. We made it most of the way just fine, when we saw a number of little red lights in the distance. I put my light down, and started a warning not to charge the things we can't ID, but Hilda was already most of the way there. I sighed and leveled sights. A mess of bullets and melee commenced, and in the end we found ourselves with four dead... mockeries of life. They were once men, but were now a mess of flesh and metal. I thought the arco-flagellant was bad, these, when the lights first illuminated them, were horrifying. But they didn't have the organ inside that Saul had. Was a step, though.

We made it to the right place, and commenced a floor-by-floor sweep. First floor was empty, a kitchen and dining hall, and a speaking room. Next floor was nicer. We hit an office (where I aquired a laspistol), a bedroom with the runner of the place (whom was spooked, and a liar, we told him to be quiet), a number of empty rooms, and a barracks of four armed men waiting for us.

I hate liars. These guys gave us a little trouble, but the four of them with the one manager who came up behind us did knock us up a small bit. Around the corner was a one-time washroom. Now a drug-lab. Not the first I'd seen, knew it at glance. Also knew the counter there had some finished products. Unfortunately the nice stuff there wasn't the only thing in the room. There was some abomination of the Emperor's people. A hulking beast of patched flesh. Lucky for us, it was slow, and stumbly. We knocked it downwith ease. Me and Mord took a look inside, nothing like what was in Saul, but Mord pointed out that pretty much everything there was... fabricated. Created.

Third floor.... Everything is covered in blood. This should be good.

By the EMPEROR, few things I've seen in the Underhive were as nasty as this arco-flagellant. It was big, it was mean, it was wrecking Priesty and Hilda in its melee, but it was rusty. They were holding their own, though I don't know how they would'a faired without the rest of us, or if the arco-thing had been better kept and in shape more. The fight was rather quick, though. Solomon and I shooting the thing, while Nethru and Hilda smack it about. Mord... I'm not sure what he was doing. I did notice the helmet the beat had on its head go from scary-full-head-helmet-thing to creepy-scary-full-head-helmet-thing with FLESH GROWING OVER IT. I can only assume that was his doing.

Did I mention this thing was tougher than a Goliath heavy on more drugs than you find in an everage ENTIRE GANG?

We took the thing out, eventually. It may or may not have involved my taking a shot at Hilda by accident. Around a corner we found our target, and she was a little too relaxed. She denied any relation to the rigged recepticle plan, until she saw Janx. After that she came pretty easily.

We found a vox-station to send a wire back to the Inquisition. It was arranged for us to meet a transport back up-hive. To our suprise, we were greeted by not just some soldiers to take the now-prisoners house and possessions, but by the Inquisitor himself. He didn't say much, but Johnathan was there to speak for him. After a trip to the Tricorn Palace, we were given fine suites with the Ecclesiarchy for the festival, as thanks, and given an enclosed lobby with a view for the event itself. We were accompanied in there by higher ups from around. One had wings. WINGS. Where, why, and how do these people get wings? I've heard of Spyrer's back on Necromunda who had electrical bits in their armor giving them flying abilities, but actual WINGS grafted to you? Thats a bit more.

I watched for a while, but eventually slipped off to get in line myself. I bowed before the priest, when I finally got to him, and asked forgiveness from the Emperor. I still feel for the Strikers. Grant is probably still back their, going just too far (Like that bloody Fire Freak here). I hope they're at least safe. I was forgiven, something about being able to lead people on the straight-and-narrow here, but my mind was already back on Necromunda as a graciously thanked the man in front of me and wandered back to my room.

I was greeted not long after by Frost. He had some questions on the case, nothing major, just some clarifying. Except for the whole bit about this secret group the heretics here were a part of. Big on xeno-gear use, it seems. Not a big problem to me, but apparently to alot of the Inqusitors in these parts it is. He never mentioned the Xeno-mesh I lifted from the house by name, but it was pretty well implied. With a thanks and a nod, he left, and as soon as I could be sure he was gone, so did I. This armor was out of here.

I returned not too long after selling my wares, and before I could get much rest, there was another knock on my door. No higher up this time, was Hilda. Should'a seen this coming with her utter hate for me and Nethru trying to hit the heretic-woman back during the mission. She was being a loud heretic, she needed silencing, I still don't see the issue. Hilda's code of honor doesn't really overlap with mine. No harming unarmed civilians (not even if they're threatening us with fists!). I promised to try not to break her code when she was around, she promised to turn a blind eye to my more natural acts (Such as looting "heretical" things). She went a little deeper about herself than I expected her to.

And her hair was down, I've never seen her with her hair down.


We had time off after this. I did some catch up with Garriter, Hilda offered to teach me to read and write ((For those less aware(read, all of you), Balas isn't literate! previous entries were transcripts of Vox-recording entries :P)), and I went to the shooting range on more than once occasion. Nothing interesting in the meanwhile.

Seemed like a while before our data-slates arrived. Must've been about a month. There wasn't anything too good in the details here, just instructions to get our info elsewhere. I geared up and head out of the Palace, as per order. The location was a small room, with a glass window to a medical lab. An autopsy room, at the time. Johnathan was in with a doc, but neither had much to say to begin. Then the doc, wearing a red jacket over his attire, stepped up to the window. He explained about this man being found dead on a train, autopsy revealed forbidden implants, yadda yadda, long story short, we were to go in and find out where he got it, confiscate any more ther emight be, stop whoever is organizing it, that sorta thing. The details were lost on me.

I'm too excited. We're going to my territory. We're going to a hive slum.

Turns out Janx was half dead inside, while the courier was in better shape. Mord was no where to be found, and considering when we last saw him, we took the two prisoners and left without'im. Its pushing too-fethin'-late by the time we make it back to The Bright Window, our lovely little inn. Commence the interrogations. Nethru decides on breaking a few fingers, while I keep my trigger finger ready, varying between the two tied up prisoners. We get that the courier has no idea whats going on, and all the Janx knows is that he's to make sure the order was good. In the middle of it all, our missing comrade made it to us, finally. Solomon, the sheep guardsman. Man nees a backbone and a mind of his own, he does.

Ariel did some testing on the 'order', turned out to be a number of Sin Recepticles for the confessions of sins at the upcoming celebration. One difference between these and others, though, these are triggered to explode when ye get alot of them burning once. A lovely thought, that is. Lovely that the reciept for the order said the buyer ordered some 500,000 pages. Time to find the buyer. Could wait til morning, though, we were exhausted


A while later, after much threatening and crying, as we're all about to turn in (Prisoner's safely tied up in the washroom), Mord stumbles in, all smilies, and collapses exhausted. By the EMPEROR, how does he do it?

Morning came, we all awoke and ate some (Even the Prisoners, the Countess seems to be too nice). Neither of them knew who the buyer was. Courier, Tidus I believe he said he was, knew someone that would though. Would take some intimidating and deciept to get the info, though. He offers to get us a Golden Hand uniform (some special police of the merchants around this hive), then one and the Guardsman could act as officers looking into things to get more info outt'a his boss, who processed the order. Easy stuff for a Delaque, so I step up. Making sure no one kills anyone while I'm out, we head off to the middle of the Hive.

Ended up being suprisingly easy to pull it all off, doesn't take much effort to scare the big guy, Kael his name was, into thinking we're the real deal and getting us who the buyer is and where they are. He also throws in the details of the special paper which is "meant to glow with the Emperor's radiant gold light" when burnt. I suppose its for the better they didn't test too far into this, the fools.

When we return, we find everyone still alive, though tensions a bit high. Janx is in considerable worse shape than when we left, with the Psyker now trying to drill Imperial Prayer into his head. By now its getting later, and according to Ariel, we had to get far down hive to the rich (This hive is all backward's due to the sun being so damned hot around here. Top hive is scum-area, while the bottom is dark and cool, and rich.) sections to find this Shavertine. We makeshift a torch from Janx's shirt, after letting the courier go with a stern warning (read: threat) not to tell anyone of us. When we reach the lower hives, some five layers below the surface, we light the torch, and the lot of us go down the streets, ignoring the odd stares.

The Shavertine house wasn't hard to find. We decided the all of us shouldn't stay, so the Countess, Psykerman, and the Guard dog stood outside with the prisoner (now an "injured man we found in the street"), while the rest of us were hiding just beyond the light, in the shadows, in case of emergency.

And good thing we did. It didn't take long for the aide and guards that answered the door to freak over seeing Janx in such a state, or maybe over seeing him again at all. Won't find out from them now. The guards pulled weapons out, but before they could take another step I unloaded into one of them, downing him on the spot. The ensuing fight was hectic to say the least. Mord kept Janx from running while Nethru unleashed bursts of flame down the hall way (now occupied by an additional three guards and the fleeing aide). Hilda and Solomon engage the second guard that was at the door with their melee weapons, and as the last cries of the dying aide reach my ears, I step out and fire a few more shots, this time down the hall at the slightly scorched guards. Nothing too damaging this time, unfortunately. The door-guard falls to the floor, missing one leg, soon enough, and my next shot, a full-auto burst, screams at the enemies down the hall. This time I knock one on his back, forcing the other's move right into Fury's flamer blast. As the flames die down, and the smoke clears a little, Nethru finishes off the door-guard, while Hilda charges the scorched guard who was nearest in the hallway. I picked up later that he had jammed his weapon after jumping out of the room he was in, meaning his attempts to fend off the crazy countess were futile. At this point, the only standing enemy was the one on the ground far down. Taking my trusty Autogun to my eye, I fire off one bullet. Clean through his head, he collapses without a word. Beautiful.

We take a few seconds to grab loot off the bodies, mostly Solomon grabbing ammo for his Las-carbine. We also each grabbed one of the microbead vox's they had in their ears. Five of them, five of us, and now we had quick long distance communication, without having to fumble with a voxbox. As we neared the other side of the hall, however, and as I put my new earpiece in, there was a shrill shout from downthe hall in High Gothic. Followed by stomping.

"This can't b-" Before I could finish, Redemeer looked up with alarm.

"Arco-flaggelant!" Oh.... had heard of these ones back in training. This was going to be quite a fight, probably more difficult than the five guards were together...

Begin Personal Commentary. Date somewhere in the range of 138815.M41.

They've been teaching us the intricacies of the Inquisition for weeks now. I'm all for doing things the way the Emperor has deemed correct, but I think we get it already. Except maybe for Hilda, that primitive woman. A Countess she calls herself, I think thats some form of nobility. She still seems to be struggling with a few things, mainly the whole technology thing (I didn't even know there were people that couldn't understand a simple autopistol). Nethru, that damned Redemptionist, also seems to have some trouble with the 'subtlety' aspect our Benefactor is aiming for. Flaming fanatic shouldn't even be here, if you ask me. Flaming Fanatic. Not a bad one, I should use that with him.

Either way, we finally get a chance to show what we've been learning, as well as prove our own skills. Apparently some guy named Janx has been spotted in Hive Tarsus, has close connections with an Excommunicated bishop by the name of Sarin. Even more so, its been found out his personal accounts had a large Thrones increase as of late. With some fancy-pants "Cleanse through fire" ceremony day coming, its got the higher ups a little concerned. He wants us to find Janx, figure out whats up, and maybe even get Sarin in the process.

Sounds like a trip.

We left from Sibellus at about 7 in the night-cycle here. Half-hour later, we found ourselves face to face with this curiously upbeat girl. A high class girl from what she wears and how she's taken aback by me. Makes this all the more fun. She takes us to our makeshift base of operations, nothing more than a room at a nicer inn, and fills us in with what she knows. She's the informant that saw Janx, in the area of the hive we were in (Middle-hive, not so bad, nice and crowded). She knows he tends to frequent what she called "Joy houses". This one took Hilda back, and man was it good to see the look on her face when she learned what THAT meant. We split up to cover ground and went through whore holes and brothels to get whatever info we could. I got nothing, except a near encounter with two big thugs I would much rather have not faced off against in the middle of a room of lovely ladies, but Hilda and Flames (My more common nickname for Nethru) came back with a name for us. The Sister's Valley.

Redemption-boy wanted to barge in and take him with force, forgetting the "low-cover" we're aiming for, thank the Emperor I was here to set them straight. That psyker-man was no help, either, sitting chanting his Litanies. Something about "Sexual energy running rampant" around here. No matter to me, I've seen more sexual energy in one underhive pub than Flames or Hilda had seen in their lives. We agreed we needed to take him quietly.

Nethru went out to find us a vehicle to rent. Fit us five (Me, Mord*Psyker-man*, Hilda, Nethru, and Ariel, the informany I mentioned) plus the Bishop's man. Hilda and Mord mulled around while I scouted out the inn, which turned out to double as another "Joy house". Ariel was busy trying on some of her numerous outfits to find the one that would suit her part here best. The part of a Joy girl. I won't lie, the woman's a looker, if her personality had a little work. She was going to seduce the guy, get him into the car, where we'd knock him out and take him back for questioning. Simple enough, right? What could go wrong!

Never that easy, is it? Me and Mord took places in the bar, our eyes on Janx who was enjoying the company of a drink and a girl. Nethru came in after us, acting as the man trying to sell Ariel's business. Hilda was going to wait outside in case he made a break for it. First thing went wrong here, the owner'a the dump came out to see what was up with Nethru. Apparently its not in their business to allow other girls to work here, but he was willing to arrange to buy her contract. We had no contract to sell, and Flames was stumbling. I did the best drunk stumble I could, not half bad if I do say for having grown up in a bar, and knocked into him, immidietly going onto a tirade of apology and drink buying, in which he demanded he was fine and that my next drink was on him. I wouldn't let up, however, and it gave Nethru just the chance he needed to get Ariel past him, and on to Janx. I can't say what exactly happened next, but before I knew it the propetier was ignoring me and heading over for Nethru, who had now seperated himself from Janx and Ariel (Where the other girl went, I'm not so sure). There was nothing I could do here.

Second problem, just as Ariel was convincing the target to come with her, he comes out that he can't, as he's meeting someone here. Now, this isonly somewhat a problem, as maybe we'd be getting two skulls, one stone, and the Bishop would be his contact. The man that came in as he shrugged Ariel away was no Bishop,however. A lanky guy, tattoos all over. The place's owner had since placed his final offer and wandered off as it was "thought over". All eyes on Janx and the new guy as they talked, and Janx was handed an envelope. I tried to sit closer to hear what they were saying, but they quickly moved away.

Third problem, they caught on. Not by my fault, of course. Mord, whom I had last seen with at least two joy girls hanging around him, was now talking to the propetier, and making glances and gestures towards the two. This can't be good. They broke for it, but Hilda did just as she said and caught them at the door, pushing Janx back in. Nethru and I burst forward, guns drawn. I opened fire on Janx, but couldn't get my autopistol through his armor. The bar was too small for my larger autogun, however. Over the bangs of my automatic and Nethru's stubgun revolver, I could hear the psyker trying to calm the girls down, especially after glass started breaking. Eventually, all their voices went upstairs. How did that guy get all those girls to go upstairs with him? He's plain creepy is what he is, how did he do it?

Didn't have much time to think on that as Janx lunged at me, only to have a few rounds from Nethru blast his chest. With him stunned, and possibly mortally injured, I could turn focus on to Hilda's battle with the other man, must'a been a courier with the envelope delievery and all. I approached to see him break from the blade-assault of the 'Countess'(A title I'm still dubious of). I ran out the door and aimed a few shots at his back, only nailing him in his fleeing leg. The stumble this caused was all Hilda needed to break out and charge him down. The shit dropped his weapons and raised his hands, pleading mercy.

And here we are, thats whats going on now. Hilda's got her blade up, but I know she's got the Inquisition's ideas of "questions first" in her head now, she won't bring it down. Whats going down in the bar is anyone's guess, though. Especially fethin' upstairs with that coward Psyker....