Showdown at the Broken Dock's Warehouse
***File N06-Datascroll--SUBJECT: Interrogation Transcript--SOURCE: Recordarium Itzhak--SECURITAS: Adeptus Maxima-INQ QS***
I, Recordarium Itzhak, will here bear witness to the interrogation of subject AL [REF: Xenos, Inquis, Istvaanian]. Sentries have been posted all around the warehouse perimeter. Subject AL is under psy-shackling provided by AK. INQ QS is ready to begin session.
INQ QS: And now, you're going to tell me everything you know and were planning about the Guardian.
GUNFIRE > COMPUTING SOURCE...MULTIPLE HOSTILES APPROACHING. COMBAT MODE ON > OVERRIDE TRANSCRIPTION PROTOCOLS.
PSY-SHACKLING FAILURE. SUBJECT AL ATTEMPTING ESCAPE. INQ QS ENGAGING. DIRECTIVE > ENGAGE AND SUPPORT.
OPERATIVES XA-305 + GERARD MOVING TO BLOCK ACCESS. OPERATIVES TIRPNITZ + TULL TAKING FIRING POSITION > SITUATION UNDER CONTROL.
HOSTILE GUNFIRE. OPERATIVE TIRPNITZ DOWN. OPERATIVE XA-305 DOWN. OPERATIVE GERARD DOWN > PERIMETER BREACH.
OPERATIVE KASANDER MOVING TO INTERCEPT. OFF-SCALE WARP READINGS. HOSTILE DOWN > SITUATION UNDER CONTROL.
INQ QS ENGAGED WITH SUBJECT AL. DIRECTIVE > CONTINUE SUPPORT.
HOSTILES ADVANCING. HOSTILE GUNFIRE. OPERATIVES KASANDER + TULL DOWN > SITUATION CRITICAL.
INQ QS ENGAGED WITH SUBJECT AL. INQ QS DOWN. DIRECTIVE > CONTINUE ENGAGEMENT + PREVENT ESCAPE.
FULL PERIMETER BREACH. HOSTILES APPROACHING. DIRECTIVE > CONTINUE ENGAGEMENT.
SUBJECT AL PINNED. HOSTILES ENGAGING. DIRECTIVE > DEFENSIVE MODE ON + COUNTER ATTACK ON. HOSTILE DOWN. BIO-SUPPORT DOWN.
CRITICAL FAILURE. SUBJECT AL + HOSTILES ESCAPING. DIRECTIVE > SEND ALARM CODE.
CODE SENT...AWAITING RESPONSE...
CODE SENT...AWAITING RESPONSE...
CODE SENT...AWAITING RESPONSE...
Supply Drop
***File L73-Vox capture--SUBJECT: Intelligence gathering session--SECURITAS: Adeptus Maxima-INQ QS***
Don't worry, old friend. You're unarmed. The dizzyness and lack of short term memory is a small side effect of the psy-shackling. I'm sure you understand and won't mind Kasander here to keep the psy-shackling tight while we have a little chat. But first, I imagine you'd like to know how we have come to this. Last you remember I was being dragged away by my men, I suppose. Well, suffice to say that Confessor Tull brought enough med-supplies from Uphive to restore me to full health. We then meet again in Broken Dock. Apparently valuable information had been placed, by unknown operatives, there. You and your men had a headstart on us and had alreay checked a few data points.
I was onto another one, like you without much success. My men were fanning out to investigate the remaining ones and cut some of your isolated operatives from the theater of action.
Confessor Tull located the information in a barely functioning data-lectern. As is the wont of most preachers, he had to praise the Emperor for his discovery in his booming voice, alerting you of the find.
You displayed some remarkable skills at coordinating your men and we came under heavy cross-fire. However, I managed to get to the lectern.
Your men kept their safe position in cover and continued firing, to good results, I must admit. They left only me and XA-305 standing.
Then, your rashness proved your downfall. You charged straight into my hammer. Your men, to their credit, came to the rescue rather than turning tail and fleeing.
You should be proud of them. I wasn't expecting a bunch of hive scum like them to charge somebody they could not match. They did not fare well, as you can imagine.
I left XA-305 to finish the work, secured the data and brought you here. And now, you're going to tell me everything you know and were planning about the Guardian.
Wait...what's that noise? It looks like your men are trying to mount another rescue. We'll continue once I've thought them one more lesson.
Head Hunt
***File H79-Encripted vox-com--SOURCE: Mancunius Dome--DESTINATION: Spire Docks--SECURITAS: Adeptus Maxima-RT Tirpnitz***
Tirpnitz to Cobalt Snake...Tirpnitz to Cobalt Snake...do you copy? We need immediate assistance, head down. I repeat, head down. Over.
Head and XA-305 were in a warehhouse, questioning some hivers. I was searching the pumping station on the Rank Oats end of the Sludge Canal with Kasander. Over.
Then the Wyrd psy-sensed hostiles approaching. Over.
A group of Sumptraders was sneaking towards our position. Around Silo B45 a screaming fanatic disappeared in a ball of blue flames, while head's 'friend' moved for the warehouse. Over.
We sent head's servoskull to slow down the Sumptraders and fell back to the warehouse. Head took XA-305 with him and went to settle the score with his old 'friend'. Over.
And then a damn servitor gerked to life and poured plasma on head. The Sumptraders run past the servoskull, blasting away with their guns. Over.
Kasander psy-ordered XA-305 to drag head's body to our position in the warehouse. We were about to be outnumbered. The midget was taken by another of his delusions of greatness and made it for the servitor, scraming he would avenge his master. Over.
We gunned down a couple of Sumptraders. Over.
While the rest hung back in cover we retreated. Over.
We are falling back to headquarter in Moss Slide. Send down somebody. I don't want head to die on me, we still need his letter of pardon! Over and done.
