Inqusition

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Re: Inqusition

Post by LunaHawk » Wed Jun 06, 2018 12:34 am

The Medicae considered her question for a moment even as she smiled briefly at her re-assurance. She left the Sister to spread incense and the others to examine corpses and walked to her small desk where sat but few possessions. Among them was a chronometer, which she removed from the desk. She walked over and handed it to the Sister. "This stopped functioning three days ago." She explained. "Yesterday, it started to count time in reverse."

It was the space marine who replied to Ghost. "The Inquisitor does not wish the bodies destroyed until they have been reviewed by...this team." He said, using one huge hand to gesture to the group. "At which point they will be incinerated. I have removed several heads." Also a lot of limbs...a fact the Quartermaster was discovering on his analysis. The body he had just deposited was missing an arm, half of a leg and a good third of its upper torso. All of the wounds were delightfully consistent with a chain bladed weapon wielded by someone with the strength to easily crush human bone with their fingers.

The interesting thing wasn't the wounds though. Everything about the body was weirdly elongated and parts of the body seemed to grow older while other parts grew younger before his eyes. Some parts decayed while others reverted to an almost youthful appearance..and then back again. It was as if the body could not decide how old it was. The eyes were worse...worse because they were unchanged. They were entirely human...and the look in them, a feat that should not be possible at all for a corpse...was one of absolute horror. Whatever had been this person's last vision had terrified them to the core.

The skin was pallid, except sometimes it wasn't...it was powder white too, most of the time and from time to time it became translucent. Various fluids leaked from the wounds and other openings in the body, fluids consistent with a corpse that had been dead much longer than this one. Then those same fluids would retract into the body and vanish, only to emerge again a few moments later. Even the blood couldn't decide if it was congealed or flowing.

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Proper term is Medicae, she's a civilian with medical education and training.

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Re: Inqusition

Post by illirica » Fri Jun 08, 2018 2:43 pm

This was all very strange and senseless. Alaric frowned at the corpse, disgusted that it had done him the indignity of not acting as a proper corpse should. The recent wounds, at least, were familiar - evidence that the Marine was fully capable of performing his tasks. At the least, it was a relief that someone on this planet was capable. Even the dead couldn't get it right.

He lifted one of the strangely elongated limbs, then paused for a moment, watching the putrid effluvia leak from the body before him, pooling on to the table for a moment, then retreating back into the body. Alaric frowned again, this time thoughtfully, and set the limb back down, turning to look around the room. In any reasonable morgue, there would have been a tray of surgical instruments near the slab, but in this one... ah, they were over on a table on the other side of the room, beneath a stack of papers and what appeared to be a coffee pot. Alaric looked at them, then at the Medicae, raising a judgmental eyebrow before crossing the room to retrieve what he wanted, collecting instruments from where they lay scattered.

Once that was done and everything was placed neatly on an orderly tray, Alaric carried it back to the corpse he'd been examining, holding a glass slide and waiting patiently for the fluids to leak out again, then taking the slide and swiping a small amount sideways and blotting a clean bit of cloth through the path they'd taken, effectively cutting off the small sample from the body. That done, he set the slide down, watching the fluids carefully. The question, of course, was whether they'd stay where they were once disconnected from the main source, or whether they would flow back in an attempt to rejoin the rest. If the latter, Alaric wondered if there were some sort of distance of effectiveness that could be established - and if the first, he wondered what the fluid would do once it was separate - whether it would be inert, or... something else.

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Re: Inqusition

Post by Poetic Ghost » Tue Jun 12, 2018 1:08 am

It was the space marine who replied to Ghost. "The Inquisitor does not wish the bodies destroyed until they have been reviewed by...this team." He said, using one huge hand to gesture to the group. "At which point they will be incinerated. I have removed several heads."

"Good... make it so." Ghost replied. The bodies acted... odd. Even for Hale Lannistar, a soldier of the Imperium, who had fought against the monstrosities of the Warp. The disgusting Xenos, mutated Heretics, and once, he looked upon the face of a fallen Space Marine, one who had fallen to Chaos. These Wraiths.. whatever they were, interested Ghost little as a scientific concept, they were no longer Human, a fact that still hurt to comprehend. They were an enemy, a threat, and Hale was a soldier. "So, you told us to aim for the head... how else can we end these?" He asked, trying to look away from the bodies for a moment.

"Most peculiar." Éclair said, taking the timepiece and watching it count in her hand. "Have there been any other changes? Visible changes in time?"
~~ You are but a grain of sand, in the sands of time. ~~

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Re: Inqusition

Post by LunaHawk » Tue Jun 19, 2018 2:49 am

illirica wrote:
Fri Jun 08, 2018 2:43 pm
This was all very strange and senseless. Alaric frowned at the corpse, disgusted that it had done him the indignity of not acting as a proper corpse should. The recent wounds, at least, were familiar - evidence that the Marine was fully capable of performing his tasks. At the least, it was a relief that someone on this planet was capable. Even the dead couldn't get it right.

He lifted one of the strangely elongated limbs, then paused for a moment, watching the putrid effluvia leak from the body before him, pooling on to the table for a moment, then retreating back into the body. Alaric frowned again, this time thoughtfully, and set the limb back down, turning to look around the room. In any reasonable morgue, there would have been a tray of surgical instruments near the slab, but in this one... ah, they were over on a table on the other side of the room, beneath a stack of papers and what appeared to be a coffee pot. Alaric looked at them, then at the Medicae, raising a judgmental eyebrow before crossing the room to retrieve what he wanted, collecting instruments from where they lay scattered.

Once that was done and everything was placed neatly on an orderly tray, Alaric carried it back to the corpse he'd been examining, holding a glass slide and waiting patiently for the fluids to leak out again, then taking the slide and swiping a small amount sideways and blotting a clean bit of cloth through the path they'd taken, effectively cutting off the small sample from the body. That done, he set the slide down, watching the fluids carefully. The question, of course, was whether they'd stay where they were once disconnected from the main source, or whether they would flow back in an attempt to rejoin the rest. If the latter, Alaric wondered if there were some sort of distance of effectiveness that could be established - and if the first, he wondered what the fluid would do once it was separate - whether it would be inert, or... something else.
The blood...congealed..and then it un-congealed (if that was a word, it did it anyway, uncaring if its actions had words or not) and it continued to repeat this process over and over again, sometimes even existing in a sort of weird half way state, both congealed and uncongealed...like Ancient Schrodeger's blood. For its part the body continued to behave strangely but it at least remained still and dead, for the time being. One of the Hive Gangers appeared from no where to gaze down at the body he had been investigating. The dark haired woman looked at him, then back down at the body and shrugged. She was curious, but obviously no expert.


The Space Marine considered ghost as he worked at the fastenings of his robe. The massive man shrugged his shoulders and the robe slid down to the floor to reveal his power armor...it was white, with blue trim. A pair of nasty chain axes were mag locked to his hips. The insignia of the World Eaters was painted on his right shoulder guard. The World Eaters were a traitor Legion, a legion in the service of the Chaos God Khorne who had turned against the God Emperor during the end of the Great Crusade ten thousand years ago. Their livery however was red and their helms fashioned with unusual horns. He lacked red, save for the World Eater's symbol and wore no helm. His face was ritually scarred and mechanical tendrils hung down from his shaved skull like dread locks. The Butcher's Nails. "Total obliteration." He answered Ghost's question with a snarl, though it was not directed at him. Most would not recognize the colors he wore at all, though particularly informed or high ranking individuals would know that his colors were those of the World Eaters before they had betrayed the Emperor. "And sometimes this will slow them down." He added, patting the Aquilla hanging around his neck from a black chain.

The Rage Bound moved away from Ghost and walked to one of the corpses and with a hand he pushed his fingers through flesh and bone with casual ease. He pulled something from inside and took it to Eclair. "Your questions suddenly gave meaning to this." He held out his blood soaked hand. In his hand was a broken combat blade. Careful examination would reveal the knife to be... rebuilding itself.

A Hive Gang woman approached Ghost.

"When dis goes down, you got a club in all dat fancy gear?"



"I have not." The Medicae answered Eclair. "Though that may yet change." She pointed out. "Best join those two...I think we're about to have more talkative guests." She said with a gesture towards the door.

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