Seeing Chaos: A Jujutsu Kaisen/WH40K Quest
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[X] Check in with Elias; he could probably use an unbiased (ha) update on the situation, and you're not close enough to reach him on the radio vox
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The highest priority in your eyes, since the portals--and thus, the chance for reinforcements--have been shut down is breaking that siege. That there might still even be something big enough for you to properly take your anger out on is only a bonus.
One more quick look around for survivors--none here--and straggling daemons--a few barely worth your attention--and you teleport back to the fortress, where you can see the space marines still working on the daemons you left behind here. They are being supported by weaponsfire from the fortress itself, as well, and you can see where a force of them has broken off and begun moving to the other side. They're distant enough to be a blur to anyone without your enchanced senses, but you can clearly see the Captain among them.
In the next second, you are among them, beside him and a little above, and laughing as a half dozen weapons strike Infinity.
"Hey~ Nice reflexes," you comment. "I'm back. The portals are all taken care of," you add. "We should maybe update Elias on that." You're pretty sure the man would want to know.
"Hold," Carrigen says, raising a fist in a gesture that is surprisingly familiar--odd, how some things change so little. Like elevators. "Gojo," he acknowledges, scowling at you from under his helmet. "I thought you said this would take a while."
"It took almost ten whole minutes," you point out. "I dunno about you, but in my world, that might as well be hours." Literally at one minute per second of perception, you might as well have experienced ten whole hours, but actually explaining that to anyone--ugh, no. Subjectively, you spent about half a day away. It's not your fault everyone else is so damned slow.
Carrigen is clearly giving your words due consideration though, beyond the sarcasm and teasing that always colour your tone, and you think he might even be drawing some conclusions in the same neighborhood as correct. He gives you a once over, and you think you see him hum to himself, even if it doesn't carry over the radio in his helmet.
"I see. In that case, since you can teleport, you can be the vanguard--I will inform the defenders on the walls to expect you. And I will update the Inquisitor." You nod; that's good enough for now.
"Thanks!" you say, and give him another friendly smack on the pauldron, before teleporting off to the other front of the siege.
It is immediately obvious that this one was less important to the daemons than the first. There's only one hideous cursed siege engine (and seriously, how are cursed spirits getting siege engines? Who invented that? No. Really. You would like a word. Or two. A colourful word), and about half the numbers, at a glance. There's also nothing like the big, ragged winged Balrog that you faced on the other side, and you find yourself both relieved and disappointed. Relieved, because you are, in fact, tired. You've been fighting for. Well, in a way, for thirty-eight thousand years. But you are also very definitely disappointed, because that rage is still burning in you, and it would very much like an outlet.
Red for the engine--it's super-effective--and then the daemons know you're here, screaming and snarling and discorporating under your fists as they try to attack. It is completely unsatisfying at this point, and honestly, all you can think about is how damned hungry you are. How much you would like a nap--just thirty minutes or so to completely shut off--after a nice, full meal with a big dessert. Maybe a double dessert; you could use the calories, and the sugar.
Honestly, when it comes time for the fortress commander--the Planetary Governer, Elias said--to thank you, they're welcome to do so in the shape of sweets. It would be nice to get your fix without taxing your pocket sweets. Those are all you have left of the flavours you're familiar with, and once they're gone... they're gone.
You forget sometimes just how slow other people are. Even people assissted by being enormous and in power armour are slow compared to you--slow in fact to the point of complete redundancy. You have completely exorcised the daemons by the time the space marines arrive (at admittedly a pace that normal people wouldn't be able to match--they're very impressive, for non-sorcerers); all that's left is the clean-up. And there isn't really much of that, since cursed spirits don't leave corpses, messes, or anything of themselve behind except some residuals.
Even those aren't really worth speaking of, much; you can see them, of course, a lot of them, but nothing that doesn't match what you saw as you were exorcising them. Still, this is where Captain Carrigen and his men find you: studying the residuals left by the daemons and their siege engine.
"Where are the daemons?" the Captain demands, when he arrives.
"Oh, I finished with them ages ago," you reply dismissively, waving a hand. "I was just waiting for you to catch up. It would be rude to barge in on the Governer without an introduction." Not that the idea of being rude has ever stopped you. Usually it just encourages you. Mostly, you waited around because you wanted to see the reactions of Carrigen and the others. Under the helmet, the Captain gives you a considering look, and finally nods. The others show a variety of reactions; mostly varying degrees of suspicion, though none of them say anything, content for the moment to allow their Captain to take the lead.
"We shall see," Carrigen says. "Artex, Valiant." He jerks his head out at the blatantly empty field, and two of the marines break off with small teams, and spread out in a search pattern.
You kick a rock up like it's a hackey-sack, and bop it around on your foot a bit, before launching it into the sky on an escape trajectory. You see one of the marines give a low whistle, even if you don't hear it.
"I'd know if there were any left," you point out. "But whatever makes you happy." You let your face go blank, and look over--and up--at the fortress. Your mind turns over a few times, and you consider whether the source of a planet-wide problem might not rest with a planet-wide authority.
[] "Let's go see what the governer knows about all of this." And maybe get something to eat.
[] "I'm going to go get Elias. It's time to see what the governer knows about all of this." And maybe get something to eat.
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One more quick look around for survivors--none here--and straggling daemons--a few barely worth your attention--and you teleport back to the fortress, where you can see the space marines still working on the daemons you left behind here. They are being supported by weaponsfire from the fortress itself, as well, and you can see where a force of them has broken off and begun moving to the other side. They're distant enough to be a blur to anyone without your enchanced senses, but you can clearly see the Captain among them.
In the next second, you are among them, beside him and a little above, and laughing as a half dozen weapons strike Infinity.
"Hey~ Nice reflexes," you comment. "I'm back. The portals are all taken care of," you add. "We should maybe update Elias on that." You're pretty sure the man would want to know.
"Hold," Carrigen says, raising a fist in a gesture that is surprisingly familiar--odd, how some things change so little. Like elevators. "Gojo," he acknowledges, scowling at you from under his helmet. "I thought you said this would take a while."
"It took almost ten whole minutes," you point out. "I dunno about you, but in my world, that might as well be hours." Literally at one minute per second of perception, you might as well have experienced ten whole hours, but actually explaining that to anyone--ugh, no. Subjectively, you spent about half a day away. It's not your fault everyone else is so damned slow.
Carrigen is clearly giving your words due consideration though, beyond the sarcasm and teasing that always colour your tone, and you think he might even be drawing some conclusions in the same neighborhood as correct. He gives you a once over, and you think you see him hum to himself, even if it doesn't carry over the radio in his helmet.
"I see. In that case, since you can teleport, you can be the vanguard--I will inform the defenders on the walls to expect you. And I will update the Inquisitor." You nod; that's good enough for now.
"Thanks!" you say, and give him another friendly smack on the pauldron, before teleporting off to the other front of the siege.
It is immediately obvious that this one was less important to the daemons than the first. There's only one hideous cursed siege engine (and seriously, how are cursed spirits getting siege engines? Who invented that? No. Really. You would like a word. Or two. A colourful word), and about half the numbers, at a glance. There's also nothing like the big, ragged winged Balrog that you faced on the other side, and you find yourself both relieved and disappointed. Relieved, because you are, in fact, tired. You've been fighting for. Well, in a way, for thirty-eight thousand years. But you are also very definitely disappointed, because that rage is still burning in you, and it would very much like an outlet.
Red for the engine--it's super-effective--and then the daemons know you're here, screaming and snarling and discorporating under your fists as they try to attack. It is completely unsatisfying at this point, and honestly, all you can think about is how damned hungry you are. How much you would like a nap--just thirty minutes or so to completely shut off--after a nice, full meal with a big dessert. Maybe a double dessert; you could use the calories, and the sugar.
Honestly, when it comes time for the fortress commander--the Planetary Governer, Elias said--to thank you, they're welcome to do so in the shape of sweets. It would be nice to get your fix without taxing your pocket sweets. Those are all you have left of the flavours you're familiar with, and once they're gone... they're gone.
You forget sometimes just how slow other people are. Even people assissted by being enormous and in power armour are slow compared to you--slow in fact to the point of complete redundancy. You have completely exorcised the daemons by the time the space marines arrive (at admittedly a pace that normal people wouldn't be able to match--they're very impressive, for non-sorcerers); all that's left is the clean-up. And there isn't really much of that, since cursed spirits don't leave corpses, messes, or anything of themselve behind except some residuals.
Even those aren't really worth speaking of, much; you can see them, of course, a lot of them, but nothing that doesn't match what you saw as you were exorcising them. Still, this is where Captain Carrigen and his men find you: studying the residuals left by the daemons and their siege engine.
"Where are the daemons?" the Captain demands, when he arrives.
"Oh, I finished with them ages ago," you reply dismissively, waving a hand. "I was just waiting for you to catch up. It would be rude to barge in on the Governer without an introduction." Not that the idea of being rude has ever stopped you. Usually it just encourages you. Mostly, you waited around because you wanted to see the reactions of Carrigen and the others. Under the helmet, the Captain gives you a considering look, and finally nods. The others show a variety of reactions; mostly varying degrees of suspicion, though none of them say anything, content for the moment to allow their Captain to take the lead.
"We shall see," Carrigen says. "Artex, Valiant." He jerks his head out at the blatantly empty field, and two of the marines break off with small teams, and spread out in a search pattern.
You kick a rock up like it's a hackey-sack, and bop it around on your foot a bit, before launching it into the sky on an escape trajectory. You see one of the marines give a low whistle, even if you don't hear it.
"I'd know if there were any left," you point out. "But whatever makes you happy." You let your face go blank, and look over--and up--at the fortress. Your mind turns over a few times, and you consider whether the source of a planet-wide problem might not rest with a planet-wide authority.
[] "Let's go see what the governer knows about all of this." And maybe get something to eat.
[] "I'm going to go get Elias. It's time to see what the governer knows about all of this." And maybe get something to eat.
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[X] Write-in: find a kitchen and make yourself 1 Scooby Doo size sandwich or 3! (You are really hungry)
[X] "Let's go see what the governer knows about all of this." And maybe get something to eat.
-[X] Write-in: No seriously, you're famished, tell the governor to bring out the best he's got in his kitchen. Hopefully future-food isn't too shit.
-[X] Write-in: No seriously, you're famished, tell the governor to bring out the best he's got in his kitchen. Hopefully future-food isn't too shit.
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[X] "I'm going to go get Elias. It's time to see what the governer knows about all of this." And maybe get something to eat.
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[X] "I'm going to go get Elias. It's time to see what the governer knows about all of this." And maybe get something to eat.
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[X] "I'm going to go get Elias. It's time to see what the governer knows about all of this." And maybe get something to eat.
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[X] "Let's go see what the governer knows about all of this." And maybe get something to eat.
-[X] Write-in: No seriously, you're famished, tell the governor to bring out the best he's got in his kitchen. Hopefully future-food isn't too shit.
-[X] Write-in: No seriously, you're famished, tell the governor to bring out the best he's got in his kitchen. Hopefully future-food isn't too shit.
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[X] "Let's go see what the governer knows about all of this." And maybe get something to eat.
-[X] Write-in: No seriously, you're famished, tell the governor to bring out the best he's got in his kitchen. Hopefully future-food isn't too shit.
-[X] Write-in: No seriously, you're famished, tell the governor to bring out the best he's got in his kitchen. Hopefully future-food isn't too shit.
[X] "I'm going to go get Elias. It's time to see what the governer knows about all of this." And maybe get something to eat.
[X] "I'm going to go get Elias. It's time to see what the governer knows about all of this." And maybe get something to eat.
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[X] "Let's go see what the governer knows about all of this." And maybe get something to eat.
-[X] Write-in: No seriously, you're famished, tell the governor to bring out the best he's got in his kitchen. Hopefully future-food isn't too shit
-[X] Write-in: No seriously, you're famished, tell the governor to bring out the best he's got in his kitchen. Hopefully future-food isn't too shit
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[X] "I'm going to go get Elias. It's time to see what the governer knows about all of this." And maybe get something to eat.
[X] "I'm going to go get Elias. It's time to see what the governer knows about all of this." And maybe get something to eat.
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[X] "I'm going to go get Elias. It's time to see what the governer knows about all of this." And maybe get something to eat.
Captain Space Marine is good but whole ass Inquisitor is even better when dealing with planetary administration.
Captain Space Marine is good but whole ass Inquisitor is even better when dealing with planetary administration.
Blackangel
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[X] "I'm going to go get Elias. It's time to see what the governer knows about all of this." And maybe get something to eat.
You know I wonder how food is in the imperium. I mean obviously for the vast vast majority it involves corpse starch but I wonder what the upper levels look like. Has it evolved far past the humanity of today, is it showing its colors of 38,000 years of culinary history, or has it regressed? Is it the exact same but just with fantasy ingredients?
I never thought about it too hard but imagine the barbecue they must have. I mean all that really needs is a fire and something to keep the meat above the flames. Anything else is just adding to it. Out of everything that could be lost, the art of cooking over a fire would be pretty low on the list, so it probably has advanced in some ways.
Gosh dang it I already ate breakfast I'm hungry again.
You know I wonder how food is in the imperium. I mean obviously for the vast vast majority it involves corpse starch but I wonder what the upper levels look like. Has it evolved far past the humanity of today, is it showing its colors of 38,000 years of culinary history, or has it regressed? Is it the exact same but just with fantasy ingredients?
I never thought about it too hard but imagine the barbecue they must have. I mean all that really needs is a fire and something to keep the meat above the flames. Anything else is just adding to it. Out of everything that could be lost, the art of cooking over a fire would be pretty low on the list, so it probably has advanced in some ways.
Gosh dang it I already ate breakfast I'm hungry again.
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Damn, now I want BBQ too.
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-[X] Write-in: No seriously, you're famished, tell the governor to bring out the best he's got in his kitchen. Hopefully future-food isn't too shit.
-[X] Write-in: No seriously, you're famished, tell the governor to bring out the best he's got in his kitchen. Hopefully future-food isn't too shit.
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"I'm going to get Elias," you state decisively, after a moment. "It's time to see what the governer knows about all of this." And Elias has some authority, you know. You aren't quite sure exactly what it is, but it definitely exists, and you have no compunctions about exploiting it.
You really kind of wish you weren't flying quite so blind here, though. That glimpse you had, that same thing that gave you this language, left you with the impression of an ancient, star-spanning human empire—but one in decay. Though aside from a truly alarming number of cursed spirits, you haven't really seen anything here that points to that.
It makes you suspicious, because the presence of so many cursed spirits points to human suffering on a literally incomprehensible scale—or someone like Suguru, with Cursed Spirit Manipulation and a great deal of time.
Your thoughts go again to the body-snatcher. It can't be him. Not still, not after all these millennia.
If it is, if it somehow is, you are going to fucking annihilate him. You are going to tear his soul to ribbons and end any hope he may have of an afterlife or reincarnation. But it's not. It can't be. It's been too long, it—
You're dwelling. You need to get Elias, interrogate the governer, and eat something.
"We might be finished with search by the time you return," the Captain allows.
"So I think we need to interrogate the governer," is what you open with, when you reappear beside Elias. He doesn't jump, but you can see the pulse pick up in the corner of his jaw, and that's good enough.
"Gojo," he acknowledges. "Captain Carrigen reports that you have finished closing the portals. Is this true?"
"His report is accurate," you reply. "Or that part is, anyway. I can't speak for the specifics."
"Of course not. You can save your report for later. What I am most interested in is why you think the planetary governer needs to be interrogated."
"There was a planet-wide crisis, and you don't?" you counter.
"I never said that," Elias replies. "I am just interested in your reasons. You may not know this—in fact you likely do not—but the governor was the one who called for aid in the first place. And initial reports," he continues, without letting you get a word in, "indicate that the original source of the crisis was a single unregistered psyker. Does that change your opinion?"
"Who's responsibility is it to ensure that psykers are registered?" you ask in response. "Was he the only one unregistered on this planet?" Elias looks rather pointedly at you, and you wave him off. "I don't count. I was in a pocket dimension, not on the planet. Besides, I was definitely on the rolls back on Earth—see?" You produce your Jujutsu Tech staff ID card, with your picture, grade, and everything on it. Elias blinks, like he wasn't expecting that.
"I had not realised that psykers were so well organised that deeply in the past," he muses. He reaches for the card, and you let him take it—without letting him breach Infinity.
He takes a full minute to examine it, turning it over, and squinting at it, as if he'll suddenly develop the ability to read kanji—well. He might. You got a whole language out of nowhere. So there's a precedent.
"I cannot read this," Elias admits, handing it back. You take it, and put it back where it belongs.
"I wouldn't expect you to. I'm amazed you still use Arabic numerals. Back to the topic at hand, I don't have any reason to think he's involved beyond the fact that he's the one ultimately responsible for the whole planet, right?" Elias nods. "Right. So we should find out what he knows." You shrug a little. "Might not be anything, but…"
"You are not incorrect," Elias says. "We do need to find out if he knows anything. Particularly about any rogue psykers. If any remain, they may yet be a threat to this planet."
"Exactly. I'm all for giving people the benefit of the doubt-" except when you aren't "-but that doesn't mean we shouldn't try to ascertain the truth." Elias give you a thin smile.
"We should always strive for the truth," Elias agrees. "Even if we cannot share it."
"Something like that." You don't entirely agree, but you don't disagree, either; you can't imagine, for instance, a world--a universe--where everyone knows about cursed spirits. Most people can't do anything about them--or they couldn't, in your day. Nowadays, it seems there are weapons that can do the job fairly neatly, so--maybe it is okay. Maybe these days, you can just visit your friendly neighborhood psyker for an exorcism whenever you need it. Maybe most people can somehow deal with a minor curse by themselves. That would be nice.
"Do you want to lead the interrogation?" Elias asks, surprising you this time.
"Mm, I'm not sure what questions I should ask," you admit. Though it might be nice to let some of your spite out on a dubiously deserving authority figure.
"I think otherwise," Elias replies. "And I may learn more from watching his reactions to you than I would otherwise."
"Ahh, you want to play good cop annoying cop," you realise. It's a game you know well; you've played with a dubiously-willing Nanami, and you and Suguru used to play it all the time. (Or, well. Annoying cop and more annoying cop, when you were at your best. You have been thinking about him an awful lot today.)
"Something along those lines," Elias agrees. "Well? Will you?"
"Let me think about that for a minute," you say. "Before we do that though, Elias. I need something to eat. Preferably with a lot of sugar."
Elias arches an eyebrow, and frowns slightly.
"I suppose we can get you something when we reach the fortress," he says. "I would not trust the supplies outside; anything could have been infected by those daemons."
"That's bad news for the planet," you observe, frowning.
"It is an Agri World. They have the means to recover," Elias says. "A Hive world would truly be in danger. It might... never mind. This is not a Hive World, and so it has a chance." He gives you another once-over, and then nods. "We will get you something in the fortress."
Thank goodness.
"Thanks, Elias."
"I did promise you aid in exchange for your help, and I am a man of my word. Now, you have had a minute." Elias arches an eyebrow at you.
[] Play the 'annoying cop'; you'll lead the interrogation in your own very special way.
[] No, you really don't know enough to know what questions to ask; sometimes discretion really is the better part of valour.
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You really kind of wish you weren't flying quite so blind here, though. That glimpse you had, that same thing that gave you this language, left you with the impression of an ancient, star-spanning human empire—but one in decay. Though aside from a truly alarming number of cursed spirits, you haven't really seen anything here that points to that.
It makes you suspicious, because the presence of so many cursed spirits points to human suffering on a literally incomprehensible scale—or someone like Suguru, with Cursed Spirit Manipulation and a great deal of time.
Your thoughts go again to the body-snatcher. It can't be him. Not still, not after all these millennia.
If it is, if it somehow is, you are going to fucking annihilate him. You are going to tear his soul to ribbons and end any hope he may have of an afterlife or reincarnation. But it's not. It can't be. It's been too long, it—
You're dwelling. You need to get Elias, interrogate the governer, and eat something.
"We might be finished with search by the time you return," the Captain allows.
"So I think we need to interrogate the governer," is what you open with, when you reappear beside Elias. He doesn't jump, but you can see the pulse pick up in the corner of his jaw, and that's good enough.
"Gojo," he acknowledges. "Captain Carrigen reports that you have finished closing the portals. Is this true?"
"His report is accurate," you reply. "Or that part is, anyway. I can't speak for the specifics."
"Of course not. You can save your report for later. What I am most interested in is why you think the planetary governer needs to be interrogated."
"There was a planet-wide crisis, and you don't?" you counter.
"I never said that," Elias replies. "I am just interested in your reasons. You may not know this—in fact you likely do not—but the governor was the one who called for aid in the first place. And initial reports," he continues, without letting you get a word in, "indicate that the original source of the crisis was a single unregistered psyker. Does that change your opinion?"
"Who's responsibility is it to ensure that psykers are registered?" you ask in response. "Was he the only one unregistered on this planet?" Elias looks rather pointedly at you, and you wave him off. "I don't count. I was in a pocket dimension, not on the planet. Besides, I was definitely on the rolls back on Earth—see?" You produce your Jujutsu Tech staff ID card, with your picture, grade, and everything on it. Elias blinks, like he wasn't expecting that.
"I had not realised that psykers were so well organised that deeply in the past," he muses. He reaches for the card, and you let him take it—without letting him breach Infinity.
He takes a full minute to examine it, turning it over, and squinting at it, as if he'll suddenly develop the ability to read kanji—well. He might. You got a whole language out of nowhere. So there's a precedent.
"I cannot read this," Elias admits, handing it back. You take it, and put it back where it belongs.
"I wouldn't expect you to. I'm amazed you still use Arabic numerals. Back to the topic at hand, I don't have any reason to think he's involved beyond the fact that he's the one ultimately responsible for the whole planet, right?" Elias nods. "Right. So we should find out what he knows." You shrug a little. "Might not be anything, but…"
"You are not incorrect," Elias says. "We do need to find out if he knows anything. Particularly about any rogue psykers. If any remain, they may yet be a threat to this planet."
"Exactly. I'm all for giving people the benefit of the doubt-" except when you aren't "-but that doesn't mean we shouldn't try to ascertain the truth." Elias give you a thin smile.
"We should always strive for the truth," Elias agrees. "Even if we cannot share it."
"Something like that." You don't entirely agree, but you don't disagree, either; you can't imagine, for instance, a world--a universe--where everyone knows about cursed spirits. Most people can't do anything about them--or they couldn't, in your day. Nowadays, it seems there are weapons that can do the job fairly neatly, so--maybe it is okay. Maybe these days, you can just visit your friendly neighborhood psyker for an exorcism whenever you need it. Maybe most people can somehow deal with a minor curse by themselves. That would be nice.
"Do you want to lead the interrogation?" Elias asks, surprising you this time.
"Mm, I'm not sure what questions I should ask," you admit. Though it might be nice to let some of your spite out on a dubiously deserving authority figure.
"I think otherwise," Elias replies. "And I may learn more from watching his reactions to you than I would otherwise."
"Ahh, you want to play good cop annoying cop," you realise. It's a game you know well; you've played with a dubiously-willing Nanami, and you and Suguru used to play it all the time. (Or, well. Annoying cop and more annoying cop, when you were at your best. You have been thinking about him an awful lot today.)
"Something along those lines," Elias agrees. "Well? Will you?"
"Let me think about that for a minute," you say. "Before we do that though, Elias. I need something to eat. Preferably with a lot of sugar."
Elias arches an eyebrow, and frowns slightly.
"I suppose we can get you something when we reach the fortress," he says. "I would not trust the supplies outside; anything could have been infected by those daemons."
"That's bad news for the planet," you observe, frowning.
"It is an Agri World. They have the means to recover," Elias says. "A Hive world would truly be in danger. It might... never mind. This is not a Hive World, and so it has a chance." He gives you another once-over, and then nods. "We will get you something in the fortress."
Thank goodness.
"Thanks, Elias."
"I did promise you aid in exchange for your help, and I am a man of my word. Now, you have had a minute." Elias arches an eyebrow at you.
[] Play the 'annoying cop'; you'll lead the interrogation in your own very special way.
[] No, you really don't know enough to know what questions to ask; sometimes discretion really is the better part of valour.
[] Something else? (Write in.)
