Why is it that, when I think I’ve got the whole situation in hand and everything can be solved with a nice orderly chat, somebody starts shooting at people? Is the whole galaxy like this, or is it just a problem that seems to follow me around? I don’t know…
Anyway, I left off at the investigation, so that’s where I’ll pick up. While I was out in the rain looking at bloody ugly corpses, Ravia did a damn fine job of interviewing the hab’s pseudo-security guy, with the assistance of Titus’ stinging insults, and we learned some facts about Grey’s assailants. They were big, there were two or more of them, and they had a penchant for ruddy grey robes and punching people’s heads off. He also saw one of them take a shotgun blast at short range, and assumed he was wearing armour and legged it, as instead of tottering over and dying like any decent type the robed gentleman kept moving around. Now… the robed room invader was riddled with shotgun slugs… and the unbleedy dead guy in the alley was riddled with shotgun shells… I can’t help but think there was a connection.
And the short story is, there was. Ravia once again turned up the charm, and the hab residents were extremely cooperative, due to either her courtesy and good manners or the string of teeth around her neck, I really have no idea. But we found some old guy who’d seen the perpetrators leave, and one of them stagger into the alley and keel over.
He also told us that Grey had been a “Rag King”, a local gang kingpin, and told us about another one by the name of Juvinal, with whom Grey had held a mixed relationship (sometimes slicey, sometimes gifty), who had sent Grey a mysterious package not long before he was pulped to death. So we decided to ditch our Arbite escort and go somewhere seedy.
We commandeered Constantine’s car, giving Titus a chance to show off his driving skills (something I never managed to pick up, though it might be worthwhile if you keep sending me places with rain… no offense Inquisitor, just saying…) which facilitated us showing off our skills of having no idea where anything is in Sinophia Magna. So we pulled over and asked an algae merchant for information. He was a little cagey at first, but opened up a little when he realised I would probably have put ten bullets in him if he didn’t. So off we went to Fishguts Wharf (I think that’s what it was called…) apparently a hideout of the Rag King.
It was around this point that Titus became quiet and withdrawn. More so than usual. Which was a problem, because as we were driving we didn’t notice that we were about to be blindsided by an industrial cargo hauler, and we got blindsided by an industrial cargo hauler.
For one, it ruined the car. For two, we were then jumped by six guys in capes trying to blast us with shotguns. However, it was at this point that Ravia showed off the best party trick I have ever seen.
She aimed her rifle, shot an oncoming mook in the face, blew his head right off, then knocked the guy behind him unconscious WITH THE SAME BULLET!!! You should have seen their faces… well, the face of the guy who was still standing up. Titus made a good show of capping anybody he clapped his sights on, and I remember one moment when he dropped one guy with a gut shot, only for Ravia to take his head off a second later. Now half the goons had tried to run for it, I’d used the psychological power of bullets see, which doesn’t really make much sense in hindsight as you can’t really outrun a hunting rifle round… and I think they figured that out, because they turned around once they got over the hill. Didn’t help ‘em much. Titus and Ravia got one, and I used my… special skills to jump through a hail of gunfire and drop the last one.
So… yeah, big day. We’re going to see what we can get out of the guy we didn’t kill. Get back to you soon.
Oh yeah, news. Ravia has fresh teeth, Titus hates his late parents, and they may have figured out that I’m a psyker.
Nache de la Mer Chemical