Interrogator (40k)
- Thread starter Hiver
- Start date
I mean it's 40k
Pays to shoot first.
Then shoot it again just to be sure
- Location
- Somewhere North of south
I wonder how many bricks that trooper shit when he realized he assaulted a representative of the inquisition?
- Location
- USA
On the one hand, Tezzeret has to give props for vigilance and suspiciousness in the face of the Heretik. On the other hand, that's his nose that got busted in, and it's poor form to allow anyone to get shots in on an Inquisitor without retribution.
Oh for the Emperor's sake, he's in friendly territory and he still can't make a phone call?
- Location
- Oblivion
Makes sense, if the Loyalists are jamming the Heretiks of course the Heretiks will be jamming the Loyalists.
- Location
- Belgium
Yeah i don't really think the Loyalists or Heretics are to blame for the jamming in this case, i believe this is the Nekrons.
- Location
- Minesota, USA
But do the troops know that? Both sides, except for maybe the very top command, think that the other side is causing the jamming
- Location
- Oblivion
Since he's not in the Tomb any longer the Ork's would be a lot more likely then the Necron's, since I can't actually recall a time the Necron's jammed communication outside of their tombs/ships.
- Location
- Software
"It's confirmed that soldiers that follow that custom live longer! Around 15 minutes longer!"
- Location
- Belgium
That bring their lifespan in the middle of an actual fight at an impressive 15 minutes and 15 seconds!
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
Yeah, I'm not sure why Necrons would give enough of a shit to jam but not enough of a shit to just murder everyone. We only need an Eldar plot for Dawn of War Bingo, but of course Orks can do any wacky nonsense their fungal minds can conceive of.
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As it turned out, I wasn't far from the command tent in the first place. Just a five minute walk from the medical area.
The command bunker looked freshly dug and wasn't even made from rockcrete, just seemed to be wood covered with a meter of sand bags.
The ramp down left me in cool shadow as I stepped over a powerline across the path as the trooper led me down into the command center.
"Interrogator Tezzeret," a man said and approached. From his build he was clearly a local and had short cut graying hair, a thick red scar across one eye and down his cheek. His uniform showed him of being of Colonel rank, "I'm Colonel Bolton. I would like to assure you tha-"
"I want the man that was with me released," I told him, interrupting, "I then want a message sent to HQ. Can you do that?"
His cheek twitched and he nodded, "Of course, sir. Vox is down, but we have a hardline connection. It's not up for voice, but we can send text."
Thank the Omnissiah!
"Good," I said and walked over, easing myself into a chair, pulling a keyboard over to myself before I held my hand out, "Rosette," I ordered.
Commander Bolton handed it over without a word and I plugged it into the cogitator. It clicked and whirred softly before allowing me to access the system. I quickly tapped in a message aimed at the Lord-General before sending it off with every single authorisation code I had to cut through any red tape, making sure it ended up directly with him. Requesting an intense orbital strike at the mine due to horrendously dangerous xenos infestation.
Finally I closed my eyes and leaned back in my seat, "My apologies, Colonel," I said after a moment, "It has been a long week. And I needed to get that message to HQ."
"Understandable, Interrogator," He answered and moved to sit down more or less across from me, "You must be hungry. Aldin, could you get the Interrogator some food?"
"Of course, Colonel!" a young trooper said and rushed out of the bunker.
I reached and pulled the rosette from the cogitator data port as it finished loading my standard custom instructions into it before clipping it to the collar of my jacket.
It was done. They knew now.
My job was done. The relaxing feeling that came from that knowledge was stronger than anything else I had ever felt.
Did it. Got the word out.
Something clicked against the console and I opened my eyes to see my laspistol and holster sitting on it, "I thought that was lost," I commented.
"One of the troopers took it," Colonel Bolton said as he sat back down, "When we realized who you were, we recovered it."
"Appreciated," I said with a small smile and reached for it. Strapping it in place with one working arm wasn't the easiest, but I got it done. I did make sure to shift it around so it was easily drawable with my left hand though.
By the time I had finished, the aide had started to set a small table filled with simple food. But it looked like smoked meats, cheese, bread and recaf.
I didn't even remember when I last ate a real meal.
I reached out and plucked a piece of Astra Militarum regulation cheese. It may have been the best thing I had ever eaten.
The anti-gas fabric covering the opening outside was pushed outside and a pair of troopers walked inside followed by Miller.
He looked at me and then went to attention, saluting, "Sir."
"At ease," I said and when he dropped the salute, I looked him over, "You look like shit". Half his head, including one eye, was covered in thick bandages.
He grinned briefly, "You don't look too good either, sir."
I just laughed and nodded, "Fair," before I frowned and got serious, "Your eye?"
He shook his head, "Doc says it's gone. Caught some shrapnel."
"Don't worry, we'll get you a new one, you lost it in the service of the Inquisition. We take care of our own," I told him and then motioned towards the food, "Dig in."
He nodded and quickly followed my suggestion, getting on assembling a sandwich. I didn't even bother with that, just taking a plate of meat at random and lifted it over to my console before snacking on a piece.
Ping!
The cogitator made a sound as a message to me arrived.
"Machine-spirit," I said, picking out a small smoked sausage, "Read message one."
The Colonel and the other men in the bunker looked at me like I had gotten a punch to many to the head before jumping in surprise as the cogitator spoke up in a even and clearly artificial voice,
"From: Lord-General Joel Hauxely XXIV
To: Interrogator Tezzeret, Ordo Xenos.
Unfortunately I am unable to agree with your request, Interrogator. The few voidcraft we have in system are busy dealing with the remaining Ork ships menacing the outer system or covering the orbit from Heretic traffic. The request for firesupport has been denied."
I stared at the cogitator for a long moment before I chewed at a piece of smoked meat. Finally swallowing I looked at the Colonel, "Colonel Bolton, I need your ten best men to escort me back to HQ at once."
He visibly swallowed before he nodded firmly, "At once, sir."
The command bunker looked freshly dug and wasn't even made from rockcrete, just seemed to be wood covered with a meter of sand bags.
The ramp down left me in cool shadow as I stepped over a powerline across the path as the trooper led me down into the command center.
"Interrogator Tezzeret," a man said and approached. From his build he was clearly a local and had short cut graying hair, a thick red scar across one eye and down his cheek. His uniform showed him of being of Colonel rank, "I'm Colonel Bolton. I would like to assure you tha-"
"I want the man that was with me released," I told him, interrupting, "I then want a message sent to HQ. Can you do that?"
His cheek twitched and he nodded, "Of course, sir. Vox is down, but we have a hardline connection. It's not up for voice, but we can send text."
Thank the Omnissiah!
"Good," I said and walked over, easing myself into a chair, pulling a keyboard over to myself before I held my hand out, "Rosette," I ordered.
Commander Bolton handed it over without a word and I plugged it into the cogitator. It clicked and whirred softly before allowing me to access the system. I quickly tapped in a message aimed at the Lord-General before sending it off with every single authorisation code I had to cut through any red tape, making sure it ended up directly with him. Requesting an intense orbital strike at the mine due to horrendously dangerous xenos infestation.
Finally I closed my eyes and leaned back in my seat, "My apologies, Colonel," I said after a moment, "It has been a long week. And I needed to get that message to HQ."
"Understandable, Interrogator," He answered and moved to sit down more or less across from me, "You must be hungry. Aldin, could you get the Interrogator some food?"
"Of course, Colonel!" a young trooper said and rushed out of the bunker.
I reached and pulled the rosette from the cogitator data port as it finished loading my standard custom instructions into it before clipping it to the collar of my jacket.
It was done. They knew now.
My job was done. The relaxing feeling that came from that knowledge was stronger than anything else I had ever felt.
Did it. Got the word out.
Something clicked against the console and I opened my eyes to see my laspistol and holster sitting on it, "I thought that was lost," I commented.
"One of the troopers took it," Colonel Bolton said as he sat back down, "When we realized who you were, we recovered it."
"Appreciated," I said with a small smile and reached for it. Strapping it in place with one working arm wasn't the easiest, but I got it done. I did make sure to shift it around so it was easily drawable with my left hand though.
By the time I had finished, the aide had started to set a small table filled with simple food. But it looked like smoked meats, cheese, bread and recaf.
I didn't even remember when I last ate a real meal.
I reached out and plucked a piece of Astra Militarum regulation cheese. It may have been the best thing I had ever eaten.
The anti-gas fabric covering the opening outside was pushed outside and a pair of troopers walked inside followed by Miller.
He looked at me and then went to attention, saluting, "Sir."
"At ease," I said and when he dropped the salute, I looked him over, "You look like shit". Half his head, including one eye, was covered in thick bandages.
He grinned briefly, "You don't look too good either, sir."
I just laughed and nodded, "Fair," before I frowned and got serious, "Your eye?"
He shook his head, "Doc says it's gone. Caught some shrapnel."
"Don't worry, we'll get you a new one, you lost it in the service of the Inquisition. We take care of our own," I told him and then motioned towards the food, "Dig in."
He nodded and quickly followed my suggestion, getting on assembling a sandwich. I didn't even bother with that, just taking a plate of meat at random and lifted it over to my console before snacking on a piece.
Ping!
The cogitator made a sound as a message to me arrived.
"Machine-spirit," I said, picking out a small smoked sausage, "Read message one."
The Colonel and the other men in the bunker looked at me like I had gotten a punch to many to the head before jumping in surprise as the cogitator spoke up in a even and clearly artificial voice,
"From: Lord-General Joel Hauxely XXIV
To: Interrogator Tezzeret, Ordo Xenos.
Unfortunately I am unable to agree with your request, Interrogator. The few voidcraft we have in system are busy dealing with the remaining Ork ships menacing the outer system or covering the orbit from Heretic traffic. The request for firesupport has been denied."
I stared at the cogitator for a long moment before I chewed at a piece of smoked meat. Finally swallowing I looked at the Colonel, "Colonel Bolton, I need your ten best men to escort me back to HQ at once."
He visibly swallowed before he nodded firmly, "At once, sir."
Dakkan Sall
Random Encounter
- Location
- On the world map
Heh!
"DId you know it could do that?"
"No... was it always able to do it, or just because he's an Interrogator?"
"I don't know, and it's above my pay grade to ask."
Ah. Well. It looks like the good Lord-General may be experiencing the business end of Tezzeret's laspistol soon.
bobnik
Memetic Warfare Specialist.
Tezzeret is a nice guy. He'll just put the Lord-General in the forever box, instead of the excruciator.
Looks like a Tezzeret Special.
Tisaku
Head Chief Thinkomancer
fire support
too
"They're waking up! And then we're all fucked."
"We're already awake."
"See and no- Oh shit."
"Hello there."
- Location
- Minesota, USA
Time to remind some idiots WHY the Inquisition is feared.
Bolton clearly remembers though, and he's not going to get in the way.
Bolton clearly remembers though, and he's not going to get in the way.
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Kaernetron
Feuergeist
- Location
- Weit, Weit dort Oben
Random Inquisitor: This report says you shot the Lord-General because he wouldn't give the order to bombard some mines for you...mind explaining yourself, Interrogator?
Tezzeret: Necrons, sir.
R.I.: Signing here...post-dating there...here you go. One general execution order for anyone endangering His Majesty's worlds, pre-signed.
Tezzeret: Necrons, sir.
R.I.: Signing here...post-dating there...here you go. One general execution order for anyone endangering His Majesty's worlds, pre-signed.
- Location
- Oblivion
Good lord he is bad at this...
Because his job wasn't to contact the Lord General and ask for fire support... It was to get off the planet and send an astropathic message to the Inquisition so they can dispatch a Battleship loaded with Two Stage Cyclonic Torpedo's to destroy the planet.
Because his job wasn't to contact the Lord General and ask for fire support... It was to get off the planet and send an astropathic message to the Inquisition so they can dispatch a Battleship loaded with Two Stage Cyclonic Torpedo's to destroy the planet.
Endymion
An Operator will be with you shortly.
No that is the correct response. The system is surrounded by a Warp Storm that has exploded the heads of Astropaths. There currently is no outside contact to the larger Imperium.