*slaps quest* This bad boy can fit so many more dead darlings in it
There are about 40 named characters in the quest who have not yet canonically died (tho a few of them were not mentioned much). Here's a list of all of them with some notes to help prompt stories.
- Our Magi: Trilla, Lilliand, Yolanda, Xandra, Shexi
-- Trilla is serious and committed to the cause, first to the Star Children, then to revolution. She is the cult's early will to live and grow, and perhaps the closest thing it has to an ultimate leader. She negotiates with the Patriarch of the Pure.
-- Lilliand is more emotive, she is the one to persuade the others to talk to the Pure
-- We know Yolanda, she is the influence expert
-- Xandra is the cult's war leader
-- Shexi becomes a Kelermorph and our James Bond/Cate Archer character
Magus Trilla rolled a small orb of glass around on the table, her fingers planted against her, and rubbed her temple. "For the last time, I don't know."
"How can you not know!?" Magus Lilliand asked, springing to her feet. Her high crested collar fluttered around her slightly pointed ears like the wings of some great big bat. "You've led us up to the Day of Ascension - with the Star Children's words on your lips the whole time. We would protect the Child, and there would be the glorious day, and now...you don't know!?"
"Yes," Magus Trilla said, sighing loudly.
- The feckless governor, the current head of House Zav: Korask Rute-Pierre von Zav XII
House Zav, the first among equals of the noble houses of three noble houses that ruled above the clouds on Thedias Prime, was the one to put forward the idea. The current head of House Zav, Korask Rute-Pierre von Zav XII, gave a great long winding speech while surrounded by servants, and bequeathed to the noble and honorable champions of the Emperor that the next two weeks would be given over to feasting and feting the glorious warriors of the divine Imperial Majesty who had seen so fit to sacrifice their number so the countless billions of the sector could be saved. In his largess, he further added that each work cycle would be given two ten minute work breaks where one might take their leisure performing administrative tasks, rather than menial ones. With such largess, the head of House Zav hoped that the people of Thedias Prime would think well on him.
- And Lutre, Yolanda's charming liar of a cousin
There was a trick when it came to Lord Korask Rute-Pierre von Zav XII, a trick that Yolanda knew quite well.
He was an idiot.
"Oh wow," he said, nodding with wide eyes as one of her cousins regaled him with what might be the most impossibly fake story of clouddiving that had ever been listed - what kind of man had survived the Hurrigale of 34 as an adult and didn't notice when a story demanded that the hypothetical clouddiver had to survive winds in excess of the planetary's record in a wing-suit without repulsorfields?
Well, the kind of man like Korask.
"And then he pulled the ripcord..." her cousin said, cheerfully. Yolanda gave him a warm smile - and he winked at her right back. Poor Lutre, though. He wasn't a part of the Sisterhood - not due to any particular failing on his part, but rather, because his wife was an utter harridan and so devoted to the Imperial Creed that she'd absolutely notice something was amiss. Yolanda was always accused of being a sentimentalist by her fellow Magi, which was why she had been trying to find a good way to get Lutre's wife somewhere appropriate to pull the scales from her eyes. The fervor tied to a dying corpse who demanded her children be fed directly into a war machine should have been freed to fight for something better, like the Star Children!
- The governor's wife, Louisa Opal Gemanite Corwin-Af Maru Von Xav
She smiled and stepped over to Korask Rute-Pierre von Zav XII's wife, Louisa Opal Gemanite Corwin-Af Maru Von Xav. She had been driven from her husband's presence in clear annoyance, her delicate features set and her eyes flashing as she got a new glass of tea from one of the servitors that stood in the chamber. She drank it down with a heaping spoonful of artificial sugar and hissed under her breath. "Clouddiving, really."
...
Louisa was, unlike her husband, as sharp as a chainsword's honed blade. She could bite and tear through problems and conspiracies - it was her, after all, who had managed to keep the other houses in line. Not her husband.
- The Arbite, Sur Laloine, later maybe turned into a Kelermorph
The voice that echoed inside of the Arbites watchfortress STIGIA-2 was female, grizzled, and faintly augmetic. Sur Laloine glowered down at hte piles of papers and data slates that her baton twirling auxilaries had brought her.
- Janko, one of the Arbite's crooked informants (weak, this is their only mention)
Sur scowled and picked up a slate, skimming through the reports. Between the lassitude and the obvious bribes - really, Janko, nothing to report on Murder Alley, the alley named for how many dead bodies we keep finding there?
- Vek, the Inquisitorial Interrogator's negotiator (weak, this is their only mention)
"Marines sent back Vek with two broken knees, m'm."
- Ophelia: one of the cult's first voices of hope and confidence after the star children were silenced; also the negotiator sent to bring Krull and his Orbtz into the Star Children.
Ophelia was one such girl. She was hard working and tough minded, fair and even in her management of her small work gang. She paid off the Orbitz and she could maintain a family. And so, she writhed on her back in a pillowy casement, gasping as the gentle caresses of the beautiful male she had rented for the evening reached their climax along her body, finding places she hadn't known could relax, nor tighten, nor glisten so. She rolled her head back and gasped as she panted. The male - his curiously bright eyes glittering, the strange ridge on his brow adding a devilish cast to his feature - looked up from between her thighs and gave her a smile.
- Malthas, a writer; Gideon, a killer who wanted to redeem themselves by looking after orphans;
She pointed. "You! Malthas, what were you going to do after Ascension Day?"
"I was going to write a book!" She had picked Malthas specifically - the old man, whose fingers were gnarled and knotted from the torture he had been put through for writing a book that had been decreed as seditious, was always a heartening sight, his fervor and his passion carrying him past his year.
"And you, Gideon, what were you going to do?"
"I...I was gonna take care of oprhans, make sure none ever have to, to..." Gideon paused, the big burly man wiping a tear from his eye. "I was gonna make good! F-For the people I kilt. I was gonna do it! I was!"
- Krull, the leader of the Orbtz
Krull, was roused from the bed and lithesome joyboys that he was sprawled with by his second in command as they opened the door and shouted in. "Skavz in the base, K, they're sending the whole fucking gang in!"
"How?" Krull growled, standing up and up and up, his augmetic jaw grinding metal on metal teeth together. The grille of his second hissed with an annoyed sigh.
"Vents."
"Shit," Krull muttered.
- Meg, perhaps the owner of a distillery, nightclub, bar, or brothel associated with the Orbtz (weak, this is their only mention)
"Enforcers just busted Meg's," Krull said. He frowned. "Fuck. If I'm falling, might as well try flapping my wings."
- Baria, a resourceful informant for the interrogator, then converted to our cause and to being femme.
Barik was reconsidering a lot of decisions he made in his life. Normally so utterly and completely disaffected by discomfort and his physical body that he scoffed at long work hours, sneered at danger, and didn't like looking at himself in the mirror, the idea of tailing a few people for a few thrones had seemed entirely unobjectionable. But after his work shift had turned up missing, save for Larent who had been drilled in the face by a lasbolt at close range, with a note pinned to his chest: Reconsider your Career Options. The letter had been read to Barik by someone who knew their letters, and Barik had gone to the scary man to tell him.
The scary man had then produced the stick: A letter, which he proclaimed, would have Barik shifted from puddling to deep-core mining.
And so, Barik had gone back to following the people he'd been told to follow. And when they stole into a warehouse, and started to load into one of the ashcans. They scrambled in, closed the door, and Barik knew that if they headed into the canyons, then he'd never trace them again. Someone who did not hate himself and life as much as Barik did might have slowed down. Instead, he rushed forward, scrambled under the ashcan as it started to rumble and roar, its huge, armored wheels creaking. He looped a belt around a flange beneath the heavy belly of the device, cinched himself up, hooked his legs under, then swung himself as hard against the belly of the vehicle. Then he closed his eyes and hoped against hope that his filter-breather would keep him safe.
...
Looking within, he saw that the ashcan was one of the nice ashcans. The kind midshift people used, puddlers like him if they got really lucky. THe kind...with a vox. The vox-net of Thedias was spotty at best, but a vox in an ashcan meant breaking down in the canyons wasn't certain death. It meant you could listen to hymns, or those radio dramas about the Small Lord.
He picked up the vox controller. Dialed in.
"Hey," he said. "This is K-2. Found something, track this signal. Repeat. This is K-2, track this-"
- Menk, a soldier and hunk from the Orbtz. Fucked Shexi one time.
He was a newly inducted member of the former Orbtz, his body whipcord lean and vicious, with angular features and bright gold-brown eyes. He was dressed in flak armor with the sleeves cut off, a common affectation in the interior rooms of Thedias thanks to the stifling heat that managed to creep into even the drophab's massive structures. He paused, seeing the Interrogator - she looked quite out of place in her carapace armor and gleaming, sorcerously endowed accoutrement. The man blinked again as the Interrogator licked her lips, looking at him with a hungry croon, rising animal like up out of her throat.
"What is it, Menk?" Xandra asked.
"We have the Skavz gang that'll be a good feint picked out - I've been drilling the team on how to make the firefight look good while not risking us too much," Menk said, not quite tearing his eyes from the Interrogator.
- Tent, a Skavtz ganger, killed by Rex, a stormtrooper
- The Patriarch of the Pure. Big cock, bigger brain; knew that the genestealer cult would get eaten by the Hive Fleet and was cool with it. Sees the Hive Fleet and itself as tools of some immense, long-lasting plan by what Trilla calls the Lensmakers. The Patriarch and the Pure remain allied to the cult because it might one day be mutated into something that will serve the Lensmaker's plans.
I think it will be very interesting, he spoke, for the first time, directly into her mind. To see what your granddaughters have wrought.
- Mirran, Kalar and Vortis, flunkies for Lot, the Interrogator's late armsmaster.
- Xennalese, the Interrogator's Sage, has multiple minds (Xeria handles the fetish aspect of the cult; Essa obsesses over war; Anna is religious; Lise idk, logic maybe?)
She opened her mind to the three minds of Annalese - and felt that it was not Anna or Lesi that were in control now. This was entirely Essa, the one who loved war and all its machinery. She was struggling against her sisters-in-thought, who were delighting in the new rush of sensations, the new possibilities to learn. Gently, Shexia let Essa feel the warm satisfaction of having a child growing in her. A genestealer. A xenoabomination. The future.
"I-I..." Essa whispered. "Oh Emperor..." Her hand lowered, the pistol barrel touching the floor. "F-Forgive..." She panted. 'Fo...Fuc...fuck me...fuck me, fuck me fuck me, please oh fuck me!" She leaned against the floor, nuzzling against Shexia's foot. "I'm so sorry I ever thought of betraying you, my Shexia, oh...I...I feel like I'm...burning up inside...I...ah!"
"We need Annalese now," Shexia, whispered, kneeling down. "I can help you still it, if-"
"Mm, no!" Annalese said, then stood. "My name is Xennalese now. Xeria will handle the fetish aspect of the cult." She said, primly, brushing her hair flat and straight. "She is quite depraved, but highly skilled. She is extrapolating the best and most effective way to bring you bliss and pleasure during the breeding orgy - but while she does so, I am ready to sabotage our fellows. Will they be kissed as well?"
Shexia blinked. Then she shook her head. "Ana...Xennalese, you are a remarkable woman."
"I am four remarkable women, but yes, quite," Xennalese said. "How are we going to handle the ship?"
"It's in low orbit, can you find a way to get shuttles to it without them being noticed by the PDF or the ship herself?" Shexia asked.
"It will be difficult," Xennalese said, thinking intently, frowning as Essa and Lise compared mental notes. A minute passed. Then two. Shexia crossed her arms over her chest - waiting. If a third-
"Done," Xennalese said, nodding and smiling thinly.
"Ah, you still haven't broken your record then," Shexia said, her voice wry.
"I am sure i will some day," Xennalese said, shrugging. "I know I will be breaking the record for number and size of penises I have both sucked and fucked, but that is quite easy as I was a virgin. Did you know I was asexual? Well, not any more. I am not sure if I should be furious about the violation of my sexual autonomy, or delighted at the new realms of experience opened to me. I believe I shall swing wildly through both emotional spectra. I think Anna will handle most of that, she is the most religious of the four of us." She rubbed her chin. "Though, to think I'm almost more offended at the change to my sexuality than to the fact you have planted within me the seed of a xenoheresy so vile it has destroyed many planets. I-"
Shexia snapped her fingers before Xennalese's nose. The Sage blinked. "Oh, sorry. Focused again."
- Voidsman Corrie Vaxin, Minda, Ganet; some of the crew of Shexia's starship
Corrie took the las-welder, her hand trembling.
The door opened a moment later as she stood there, looking out at the two beautiful women, their bodies glistening with sweat. Around them stood several horrible monsters, their eyes gleaming hungrily.
- Seelie, a bimbo of a Kelermorph, maybe the transformation of the Arbite Sur Laloine?
She scuttled forward, then peeked through another vent. In the upper regions of the tech-monestary's orbital dynamic sythetic modeling systems, where gears and interlocking pieces of clockwork clicked forward to keep the planets and orbits spinning in their proper places, two young tech-priests, robes rumpled, were busy kissing one another, their work currently ignored - it seemed they had set up a tiny telescope, to take advantage of the height of their current position, peeking out above the clouds of Thedias. THe boy had brought flowers, too!
"Aww!" Seelie said.
"What was that?" the girl snapped her head around - but Seelie scuttled on, humming to herself.
...
"Today marks second zero of day zero of cycle zero of the newly christened Forge World of Thepselion's Gift!" A magos boomed in deep, resonant Low Gothic, their hands raised. "With these mighty tools of war and peace and the aid of the Emperor's Angels of Death, we shall render this world unto the Mechanicus - all will adapt, flee, or perish in his majestic flames. For logic guides us, and knowledge girds us, and faith drives us!"
The roar of bloodthirsty zealotry shook to the rafters.
Seelie breathed a huge sigh of relief.
"Fhew!" she said. "Sure glad we don't live on Thepselion's Gift. Those guys are screwed."
- Gadak Puree-Mark, Yolanda's misogynist distant cousin
- The War Magos (#1 Saint Thespelion fan; kind of an idiot)
-- Maybe killed by the Kelermorphs, but there were canonically at least two War Magos, so maybe we can kill this guy again.
"What the frak is this!?" Gadak boomed from the table as she hurried Ivan off to the side. "We're going to lose the 15% on shipping rights?"
"Orbital transference would be a part of the Adeptus Mechanicus' purview, the loss of those funds would be equaled or exceeded by efficiency increases we'll bring to the world by creating a forge world here," the War Magos said, his voice clicking and rumbling. "And more, your profits are not what matters here-"
- Captain Ivan of the PDF; a horny, gallant man
The nobles murmuerd quietly, while Yolanda moved over to where Ivan was lounging back in his seat and trying to sneak a peek down one of the House Mark serving girls who was pouring a refreshment. She displaced the young wench, then murmured to him. "Do the Tech Priests usually leave like that?"
"Oh, no, that's defi-" His data-slate squealed, as did the rest of the PDF officers'. Ivan smiled at Yolanda, looked down at his slate. Then his eyebrows went right up to the edge of his brown hair.
"What's the matter?" YOlanda asked, her voice nervous.
"Oh, uh...nothing. Nothing's the matter, Miss Puree!" He said. "You, uh, don't worry about anything." He slapped her shoulder, turned, and hurried out of the room with the rest of the PDF officers, their heads ducked together, muttering quietly.
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Ashin/Ashen and Alyssa, new recruits to the cult. Probably former serfs on a House Mark Aerostat that rebelled rather than let the AdMech drop their home on cult forces advancing on the AdMech lab that Shexi was being dissected in
--
Killed by Servetus, along with
some other recruits that Servetus introduced
"This is what I was born for! Haha!" Sergeant Ashin said, grinning wide and toothily at Alyssa, who was clinging to the straps keeping her bolted firmly against the side of what had once been a pod for the transport and maneuvering of docilized grox and was, right now, falling through kilometers of acid rain, buffeting winds, and high pressure towards a base full of very angry cogboys. Alyssa gave him a nearly complete mirror of the boggled expression he had given her when the truth of the cult had been revealed.
"It was!?" she exclaimed.
The rest of the crude drop pod whooped and laughed.
- Lexmechanic Alia, converted by Shexi,
helped rescue Shexi from the AdMech. Girlfriend of Laz another Lexmechanic, friends with Lysa.
-- Nervous, horny, subby; Seen kissing Laz by Seelie
- Bio Magos Lena,
lover of aristocrat Kara Benoit, disabled by Alia when about to kill Shexi, turned by the cult, also turned their partner.
-- Lena is a distracted scientist; Kara is horny and enjoys a sense of drama.
"Hmm? Why?" Lena's optics blinked. "Oh, forgive me, I was distracted by extrapolation and hypotheticals. Alia and I will clean up here and we will evacuate."
- Knight Ophidian Triptarch-22 of the Skitarii, calculating and efficient with their allies; callous to everyone else. Captured by Shexi, word of god is that they will reform our military if we keep enough might.
- Lieutenant Katrine Rydine, hotshot aristocratic fighter pilot for House Zav. Loves to fly and blow things up. Hates safety; being bored. Captured by the AdMech
-- Story idea: daring escape from AdMech prison incidentally slows AdMech plans? Dies doing something stupid
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Ashrunner Raven, barely-verbal savant pilot doggirl, already killed by skaianDestiny
- Ashrunner Rusty, (aka Marga Truss), chatty lover of Raven
--
Both introduced by skaianDestiny
- Captain Corbett, Chartist captain of the starship
Lucky. A greedy coward. Dropped equipment on the PDF as a kinetic strike for us because we paid
- Skol, one of their subordinates
"Nae, Skol...we're crooks, but we're not-"
His suborinate read out the payment.
"Make weight, we're dropping cargo," Corbett said, firmly.
- Hatoshi, fem-marine
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Sararhuis, fem-marine; formerly Gaius, Deathwatch.
Killed by DracoDracul
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Captain Quinn, commander of the STS lance battery. Killed by DragonCobolt
Our late, unloved enemies, rest in piss:
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Olrak, leader of the Deathwatch
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Captain Helgastrom and his shite marines
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Lot, Armsmaster to Interrogator Shexia Af-Baru
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War Magos
