@rivaan Sounds interesting.
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I'm fine with trying something new, although, I never actually joined this RP.
@Paradoxial Sorry to hear that. Don't worry about us, life issues are far more important.
@rivaan@The Fated Fallen@Crazytazer So, do we call it here or try to keep this going?
@rivaan@The Fated Fallen@Crazytazer So, do we call it here or try to keep this going?
@Superboy It's pretty short, but I'd basically just be rehashing what I typed back in my second post when the Interrogator was going to shoot her.
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"I'd do what he says. Either he shoots you now, or the Inquisitors shoot you later. They already think we're part of this whole mess. Didn't torture us for nothing. By the throne, just pick up a damn gun.”
Inessa looked to the speaker, a warrior much older than herself with a body covered in scars and signs of battle. She was being offered survival at the cost of her soul. This man was no different from the voice that had interrogated her earlier, and her decision now was the same as it had been then. This man valued his own survival over the Imperium. He would live as a coward, a traitor to his brothers and sisters, forsaken by the Emperor, and doomed to the Ruinous Powers. She would die a Cadian: a martyr, loyal to the end.
Her eyes looked to the lasgun cradled in his hands. “Then shoot me.” She said quietly. The simple statement robbed the breath from her lungs and she took a deep breath, wincing with pain, before continuing more firmly, “I will not live a traitor.”
If she were to pick up a weapon to fight, and she doubted she could if she tried, it would be to bring down the Emperor's wrath upon these men standing before her.
"I'd do what he says. Either he shoots you now, or the Inquisitors shoot you later. They already think we're part of this whole mess. Didn't torture us for nothing. By the throne, just pick up a damn gun.”
Inessa looked to the speaker, a warrior much older than herself with a body covered in scars and signs of battle. She was being offered survival at the cost of her soul. This man was no different from the voice that had interrogated her earlier, and her decision now was the same as it had been then. This man valued his own survival over the Imperium. He would live as a coward, a traitor to his brothers and sisters, forsaken by the Emperor, and doomed to the Ruinous Powers. She would die a Cadian: a martyr, loyal to the end.
Her eyes looked to the lasgun cradled in his hands. “Then shoot me.” She said quietly. The simple statement robbed the breath from her lungs and she took a deep breath, wincing with pain, before continuing more firmly, “I will not live a traitor.”
If she were to pick up a weapon to fight, and she doubted she could if she tried, it would be to bring down the Emperor's wrath upon these men standing before her.
@Superboy I'll try to post a response to Steiner when I get some free time.
@Paradoxial How's it going?
@Jbcool Sorry about that.
The hood was pulled off of Inessa's head. She closed her eyes quickly as light painfully filled her vision. Then, her bonds were cut and she crumpled to the cold deck like a marionette whose strings had been severed. She laid there for several long moments, willing the pain to subside so she might move again. She dared to open her eyes, slowly letting them adjust to her surroundings, for the blurry grey shapes to resolve into the familiar sight of armed troopers and metal walls.
When she finally managed to pull herself to a sitting position, slumped against a wall, most of the other captives had been freed. She looked over her fellow captives briefly, seeing they were in much the same condition as her, before her eyes came to rest on the officer standing among them, their apparent rescuer. She considered his words, trying to piece together some coherent narrative in her head of what had occurred. Then the body was dragged in. The sight of the Inquisitorial icon on the corpse’s chestplate caused a sense of utter dread to fill her.
Her delusion that these rescuers were her allies was suddenly shattered. The Inquisition was the hand of the Emperor himself, and to act against an Inquisitor was to invite death and damnation upon oneself. These men before her were traitors.
Inessa Laen remained where she was, as much from the paralyzing thought of facing inquisitorial stormtroopers in combat as the pain that came with every shallow breath and movement. She had seen tempestus scions in battle once before and had heard the stories of Inquisitors, she’d be little match for either on her best day, and she was no traitor. She watched some of the other captives start gathering up their own weapons with a grim expression, her violet eyes silently condemning them.
When she finally managed to pull herself to a sitting position, slumped against a wall, most of the other captives had been freed. She looked over her fellow captives briefly, seeing they were in much the same condition as her, before her eyes came to rest on the officer standing among them, their apparent rescuer. She considered his words, trying to piece together some coherent narrative in her head of what had occurred. Then the body was dragged in. The sight of the Inquisitorial icon on the corpse’s chestplate caused a sense of utter dread to fill her.
Her delusion that these rescuers were her allies was suddenly shattered. The Inquisition was the hand of the Emperor himself, and to act against an Inquisitor was to invite death and damnation upon oneself. These men before her were traitors.
Inessa Laen remained where she was, as much from the paralyzing thought of facing inquisitorial stormtroopers in combat as the pain that came with every shallow breath and movement. She had seen tempestus scions in battle once before and had heard the stories of Inquisitors, she’d be little match for either on her best day, and she was no traitor. She watched some of the other captives start gathering up their own weapons with a grim expression, her violet eyes silently condemning them.
@Jbcool Honestly, my character probably would side with the Inquisition over the mysterious Shadow Order she's never heard of and that likely doesn't have the authority of an Inquisitor.
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