Capitulus Octo: Baron Hopes
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Lucius simply nods his acceptance and continues with his cleaning. Someone has to do it, after all.
As he does so, he thinks to himself about how the events of the past few days were nothing compared to what he had seen in the past. They were unusual, of course, but nothing particularly threatening or terrible, as far as he was concerned.
He takes note of the perceptible shakes that the other Arbitrators have - they are rattled. They survived, which was to their credit, he supposes, but they were still weak. Zombies, mutants and sorcerers shouldn't be worth such a response, after all. Hopefully the experience will toughen up those that can handle it, and weed out those that can't.
As he does so, he thinks to himself about how the events of the past few days were nothing compared to what he had seen in the past. They were unusual, of course, but nothing particularly threatening or terrible, as far as he was concerned.
He takes note of the perceptible shakes that the other Arbitrators have - they are rattled. They survived, which was to their credit, he supposes, but they were still weak. Zombies, mutants and sorcerers shouldn't be worth such a response, after all. Hopefully the experience will toughen up those that can handle it, and weed out those that can't.
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Jericus notices a slight sneer on Lucius' face as the mortiurge looks at the Arbites. "Be careful how you regard our local hosts," the acolyte warns. "They've shown great bravery in an impossible situation, and deserve praise for how they've handled themselves. They've responded favorably to our every request, and have remained sane in the face of a terror that would drive many men mad. I daresay that you've never faced anything quite so horrifying as what we just experienced. Despite years in the Inquisition, we certainly haven't."
"The Arbites are local troops and aren't expected to deal with more than local criminals. That they were able to face such horrors as they did with such equanimity speaks volumes for their valor, and I intend to mention them all favorably in my report."
"It's no weakness to be shaken by such sights as we've seen today. The day that they're not shaken is the same day I start to question their sanity. Remember that if you hope to be a member of the Inquisition. We fight to protect the masses from such horrors, not to inure them to it."
"The Arbites are local troops and aren't expected to deal with more than local criminals. That they were able to face such horrors as they did with such equanimity speaks volumes for their valor, and I intend to mention them all favorably in my report."
"It's no weakness to be shaken by such sights as we've seen today. The day that they're not shaken is the same day I start to question their sanity. Remember that if you hope to be a member of the Inquisition. We fight to protect the masses from such horrors, not to inure them to it."
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"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
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"I'm sorry we weren't able to handle this with less bloodshed," Jericus replies sincerely. "But I fear that matters could have been far worse if we hadn't drawn Morrir out of hiding to confront us. If he'd remained safe behind his undead horde, the entire planet might well have been lost." Or worse, he doesn't add, not wanting to think about the consequences if this incident had traveled off-planet. "As it turns out, we were fortunate that he learned of the Baron's presence and arrogantly came to try and destroy him."
"I'll recommend that resources be diverted to help with the damage done today," he adds. "Though I can't make any guarantees that my recommendations will be followed. I'm sure that Baron Ulbrexis will do everything he can to help you as well. And since his star is on the rise, that help will not be insignificant."
The baron was absent when the trouble rose up, and was instrumental in its defeat. Given that the Inquisition will likely want its role downplayed in this matter, he might well come out of this as the hero of the day, adding yet more to the story of 'Saint' Ulbrexis. In all likelihood he'd become the sainted baron who came back from the dead when his world was most in need. That would play well with the masses, and might be just what the planet needed to heal. Jericus shakes his head and dismisses the thought. Questions of planetary rulership were far above his pay grade, and nothing he should waste his time on. He was just happy that there was a planet left for Ulbrexis to rule.
"We'll stay here for a while longer," he tells Rotlan. "At least until our superior arrives." He wasn't sure if Rotlan knew Sand by name, and a lifetime of caution keeps Jericus' comments vague. "We'll use the time to continue our investigations and try to run down any lesser cultists that we can find. But if there's anything we can do to help with the recovery process, just let me know and we'll try and oblige."
"I'll recommend that resources be diverted to help with the damage done today," he adds. "Though I can't make any guarantees that my recommendations will be followed. I'm sure that Baron Ulbrexis will do everything he can to help you as well. And since his star is on the rise, that help will not be insignificant."
The baron was absent when the trouble rose up, and was instrumental in its defeat. Given that the Inquisition will likely want its role downplayed in this matter, he might well come out of this as the hero of the day, adding yet more to the story of 'Saint' Ulbrexis. In all likelihood he'd become the sainted baron who came back from the dead when his world was most in need. That would play well with the masses, and might be just what the planet needed to heal. Jericus shakes his head and dismisses the thought. Questions of planetary rulership were far above his pay grade, and nothing he should waste his time on. He was just happy that there was a planet left for Ulbrexis to rule.
"We'll stay here for a while longer," he tells Rotlan. "At least until our superior arrives." He wasn't sure if Rotlan knew Sand by name, and a lifetime of caution keeps Jericus' comments vague. "We'll use the time to continue our investigations and try to run down any lesser cultists that we can find. But if there's anything we can do to help with the recovery process, just let me know and we'll try and oblige."
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He rolls his eyes behind his visor before explaining further.
"Check my service record, you most likely have the clearance."
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"Really." Jericus lets the word hang there for a moment.
"Well then, " he adds after a pause, looking at Lucius as a butcher would a nice side of beef. "We'll certainly want you talking to my superior if that's how you feel. And it will be up to him to decide in what capacity you can best serve the Imperium."
"Well then, " he adds after a pause, looking at Lucius as a butcher would a nice side of beef. "We'll certainly want you talking to my superior if that's how you feel. And it will be up to him to decide in what capacity you can best serve the Imperium."
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Lucius removes his helmet, revealing his brutally scarred face. His eyes are almost vacant. The way in which he makes eye contact with Jericus is slightly off, as if looking at just the wrong part of Jericus' face when he speaks.
"Understood. My serial number entry is Obscurus-Calixis-Josian Reach-Alpha Four-One, Nine-Eight, Seven-Eight-Four. That should assist you in retrieving my records. I, personally, do not have access."
"Understood. My serial number entry is Obscurus-Calixis-Josian Reach-Alpha Four-One, Nine-Eight, Seven-Eight-Four. That should assist you in retrieving my records. I, personally, do not have access."
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Jericus nods as Lucius gives the serial number. "I'll definitely look into your service record," he says. And anything else relevant that's in your file. His eyes continue to assess the mortiurge, making particular note of his scars and vacant look. The records would no doubt fill in the details.
"I expect our superior to arrive within the next two or three weeks," He continues after a brief pause. "I'll have to ask you to remain on planet until then. I daresay there will be plenty of work for all of us to do in the meanwhile. It'll take at least that long to clean up the mess Morrir caused."
"I expect our superior to arrive within the next two or three weeks," He continues after a brief pause. "I'll have to ask you to remain on planet until then. I daresay there will be plenty of work for all of us to do in the meanwhile. It'll take at least that long to clean up the mess Morrir caused."
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Damien just blinks at the two men, then looks over at Haxtes. "Well, that's something. Want to help me figure out how to reconnect the Op-Center back to the rest of the mines? I can manipulate reality enough to allow myself to fly, and have superhuman strength. With your technical guidance, we can at least jury-rig something strong enough to last until we can get real construction teams up here to repair the bridges."
Rule Number 12: "A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head."
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The Aftermath
Rotlan moves over to Jericus, "Our systems are damaged, the zombies on the roof broke some of the antena, but once we are back up and working you are welcome to communicate off world with whomever you need."
Over the course of the next week you work to repair the damage done to the Op Center. The serfs are set to dealing with the dead. You take casualty numbers, they are in the thousands. Six of the main mines are damaged, but only 1 so badly that it won't ever reopen. Any attempt to contact Olion the mutant contact you had made fails, all mutants in the mines, good or bad, have gone so far underground you can't make contact with them.
The Royal Scourges have been extra brutal to the serfs in the clean up efforts, and a battalion of them arrive to replace those that were slaughtered in the zombie up rising. They clamp down, and have the numbers over the decimated Arbites to exert more influence. Word from Iceholm comes demanding to know what the hell has been happening.
The Baron keeps himself under wraps for now, he doesn't show himself much, for the dangers politically and among the serfs that his presence is causing. He wants to be out helping, but a compromise between Jericus and him stands that he has to wait till Inquisitor Sand sends word.
You've managed several communications off world back to Sand, but he's silent so far in replies. During the clean up you recover Sword's body, and the Luminous Reproach, the Holy Blade. You find Sword's body and armor torn to pieces, but around the final resting place of the Luminous Reproach there isn't a single zombie or foe, every warp spawned thing avoids that holy blade.
Just over a week has passed....
Over the course of the next week you work to repair the damage done to the Op Center. The serfs are set to dealing with the dead. You take casualty numbers, they are in the thousands. Six of the main mines are damaged, but only 1 so badly that it won't ever reopen. Any attempt to contact Olion the mutant contact you had made fails, all mutants in the mines, good or bad, have gone so far underground you can't make contact with them.
The Royal Scourges have been extra brutal to the serfs in the clean up efforts, and a battalion of them arrive to replace those that were slaughtered in the zombie up rising. They clamp down, and have the numbers over the decimated Arbites to exert more influence. Word from Iceholm comes demanding to know what the hell has been happening.
The Baron keeps himself under wraps for now, he doesn't show himself much, for the dangers politically and among the serfs that his presence is causing. He wants to be out helping, but a compromise between Jericus and him stands that he has to wait till Inquisitor Sand sends word.
You've managed several communications off world back to Sand, but he's silent so far in replies. During the clean up you recover Sword's body, and the Luminous Reproach, the Holy Blade. You find Sword's body and armor torn to pieces, but around the final resting place of the Luminous Reproach there isn't a single zombie or foe, every warp spawned thing avoids that holy blade.
Just over a week has passed....
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring