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A farseer in the hand is worth? (Closed RP)

The Ctan
08-12-2003, 20:37
[Roania, Early morning, A Street.]

The falcon gravitic tank was a sophisticated piece of equipment, capable of one hundred and eighty kilometres per hour at low altitude, and eight hundred and fifty at high altitude. Two of them came down the street of port Aqua, forming the transport for someone very important. Well concealed, at both ends of street, buildings had been appropriated, their inhabitants interned, on the 'orders of the inquisition.'

From these buildings, numerous handheld SAMs were prepared, all of them close to twenty first century technology, for the sake of plausible deniability. At the right point four of them were launched at the falcons at either end of the column, aimed directly at the cockpit of the lead falcon and those fired at the rear falcon were aimed down the engine nozzles, exploding inside the engines. The two tanks targeted crashed to the ground a few meters below, immobile.

The wave serpent transport in the centre shot vertically upward, and began to accelerate away, too late, another three missiles fired at it, penetrating the unshielded rear of the tank.

Despite the ability to destroy the tanks, the next part would be much more of a chellenge, a woman in the robes of an eldar farseer emerged, and a towering robot. The woman was holding her head in a distressed manner, and looking particularly confused.

Another pair of missiles were fired from the buildings, slamming into the machine, a volley of heavy machine gun fire lashing out, first at the robot and then the aspect warriors. The robot was disabled by repeated volleys of rocket propelled grenades and other similar weapons, while another dozen SAMs slammed into the rear hatches of the Falcons, killing the guards within.

Throughout this the gunners of the eldar vehicles were not idle however, and, when the pariah humans came for the eldar farseer, only two of the original thirty survived to apply large thermite charges to the remains of the robot and the bodies of their comrades. One of them made certain to hold a crucifix to the unconscious woman's face, and shout, "The LORD has delivered the witch to us!"

Finnaidann, of the striking scorpion aspect watched this, even as his lifeblood leaked away through his injuries, and briefly spat a curse as his soul jumped into the receptacle on his chest.

((OOC: Checked with Tor...))
Tor Yvresse
08-12-2003, 20:48
((OOC TAG, IC response Later. Not on for long at the moment. To confirm, this was indeed checked by me, and all goes as stated here by CTan))
Tor Yvresse
08-12-2003, 20:49
((OOC TAG, IC response Later. Not on for long at the moment. To confirm, this was indeed checked by me, and all goes as stated here by CTan Last attempt hope no triple post occured))
Tor Yvresse
09-12-2003, 14:29
Response was rapid, but too late, the first teams of Jetbikes raced through the streets of Port Aqua, the pilots of the bikes having been sent for the recent purges where now racing to save the Farseer. The scene was one of utter devestation and the Farseer taken. Rage filled the hearts of the Eldar, one of their own had been taken, a Farseer had been taken.

The Council was soon to act, ignoring the strict legality of it's actions forces moved out onto the streets ofr Port Aqua, Aspect warriors, Gaurdians, Vaul Engines, soon the City was under Martial Law, the occupation of the Eldar was now fully realised. The Council had even sent a Phantomn Titan to the Governer's Palace, it stood outside the gates facing inwards, towards the mansion. Until they knew who was responsible all where suspected. An Investigation would not take long to be organised.

Warlocks Strode through streets leading teams of Wraithgaurd, and Lords. Aspect warriors marched in strict order, not a street corner was without a Patrol. The entire force had taken only four and a Half Hours to fully deploy. Port aqua had been closed of in half that time. No One was allowed onto the streets after dark, the investigation would go house by house if need be, yet a growing sense of doom and dispair was upon the assembled searchers, no trace of Mel'Nais could be found, they had lost her.

The spirit stones of the Lost had been gathered and sent back to Tor Yvresse, here a new stage of the investiagation would take place, as the remainder of the Council interagoted the souls of the departed, and the words spoken by the attackers where learnt, the crosses that had been thrown around. The council was begining to paint itself a picture. One thing only remained unknown, where had the attackers gained so many Pariahs, and how? Once the council got to the bottom of that single mystery retribution would take place.
The Ctan
09-12-2003, 20:01
Meanwhile, the necron Shroud class ship Deadly Sight launched itself from the asteroid on which it had been hidden, the living metal of its armour in what could be called utter raving paranoia mode. The ship turned, its precious cargo safely stowed, and shot off into the distance.
Roania
09-12-2003, 23:17
Prince Alexander pressed a button. "Devian, Richelieu, get in here."

Alysanndra sat behind him, lips tightened with fury. The two people entered. Alexander stood up, and looked out the window at Roan Stronghold. "So. Devian, you can't even keep your own people safe."

"Your Highness, please..."

"Silence!" Alexander turned and slammed his fist on the desk. "You have one job, and one job only. The protection of my Eldar and Elven citizens. If you can't do that, I'll have you locked away and send for someone who can."

Alysanndra looked to him for permission to speak. Alexander nodded. She turned and faced the Farseer. "You have 12 hours to find out what is going on."

They both turned to Richelieu. "And you, you pious, overgrown windbag. I want to know what was going through your head. Immediately. Get everyone in your ranks to take the Oath of Sworn Loyalty."

Richelieu looked shocked. "My Prince, be reasonable... please..."

"Do it, or I put you in your own dungeons. Am I clear? Good. Dismissed." Alexander turned to Alysanndra. "Grand Vizier, get me a mage from each of the Elemental schools."

"Yes, Prince Alexander."
The Ctan
10-12-2003, 12:58
"Silence!" Alexander turned and slammed his fist on the desk. "You have one job, and one job only. The protection of my Eldar and Elven citizens. If you can't do that, I'll have you locked away and send for someone who can."


OOC: As the ruler of a protectorate, it would behoove him to show more respect...