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Raziel Majima had set up surveillance around the underhive that this particular gang had set up in.  The underhive was a dark, dreadful place, with no electricity, no running water, and little food.  The lowest of the low live here, and often band together in dangerous groups called...well gangs.  Despite this, Majima had his bugs in place.  

Oddly, he would notice that the deeper into the gang's territory he got, the more...disciplined the gangers got.  The ones on the outskirts are the expected thugs, mutants, and other miscreants.  As you went in, they got more and more ready to fight.  The very center of their base of operations was more akin to a military complex.

The good news is that...well Pia Bernitsky was not in but was due to be in communication sometime during the day.  This might be a good chance to bait a trap and flush her out to deal with you directly or lose her base...which would jeopardize her mission completely.

Of course, all you had to do was ring that bell.
Majima Goro     And Eggman called Majima crazy for using battery-powered surveillance. 'There's a power grid', he said.
The good news is, the closer he got to the center, the more organized the gangs were getting. That meant the fights were better. Way, way better.
"Didja get a clip of that last one, Nishida?" Majima says to his cell phone."
*womwomwom*
"No, the shit with the bat where he lost all his teeth. I want a fuckin' copy of that for the montage video we're doin' in the report later. ...I /said/ we were doin' a fuckin montage. Don't be an idiot."
He clicks off the cell phone. Sure, some jokers probably followed him. He left a goddamn trail of bruised and bleeding idiots. He's not concerned. They're either gonna help, or he's gonna get to fight more people, and that's gonna be hilarious.

That leaves him with the complex itself. Obviously, the only rational thing to do is to weave a clever plan together. Maybe get a disguise, recon the place, find a good place to stealthily enter. This is precisely why Majima is not doing any of that. Instead, from out of view of whomever is guarding the front, he moonwalks into their range of view. "Hoo cha cha ha ah /haaaa/ cha cha," He says, shimmying as he starts to exaggeratedly swagger and sing karaoke directly into his sheathed tanto.
"...Hey, when's that Inquisitor chick gonna be in? I need ta know if there's enough time for me to beat all ya heads in so I can be at her desk when she gets here."
Mortimer Balman      It would be bad if Goro were to beat up or possibly even kill the Inquisitor. Fortunately one of Mortimer's contacts had found out that this kind of shit might be going down and called him immediately. Let the mutant get involved, let the bolt magnet get killed for some Inquisitor's sake, none of them were gonna risk it. That was okay. But that was a problem, because Mort was still five different species of beaten all to shit and now he was about to get involved, *again*, and risk the wrath of the whole Concord. So here he was, with Reder in tow, to do the fighting for him if possible.

     Again. Sigh.

     But that was okay. Attacking an Inquisitor could spark warfare, warfare would get lots of people killed. He had to do something. Based on what he recalled of the last encounter he'd dealt with out here, he could guess that the Inquisitor was either part of the Ordo Malleus or Hereticus. If he was fortunate, it was the former. The former could be reasoned with, more often than not. The latter.. Yeah, the Hereticus were rarely willing to be reasonable about things. Here's hoping. He didn't know who was going after the Inquisitor though. Could be anyone.

     On the plus side, whoever was going after them, was leaving a trail he could follow. Gotta hurry..
Staren     Staren doesn't have any great ideas for finding the Inquisitor, so he just sort of follows Majima. He's wearing his armor, but... they started this fight, not the Inquisitors. Unless Majima's in real danger, he tries to keep to nonlethal shock weapons and quick-hardening riot foam.

    "Do you have any way of reaching her? We just want to talk. Well. /I/ just want to talk, but I guess I never get what I want on this planet. Although..."

    Staren steps closer to the inquisitor Majima's holding. "If I find out these Earthquakes are YOUR FAULT, you will face the full fury of the Concord soon, and you'd best advise your leader to flee as fast and as far as she can."
Rean Schwarzer Well, if he was going to help with the whole Imperium thing, he had to actually go there eventually.

Rean followed after Majima, occasionally chucking a healing spell at him when he got too beat up by thugs, and tossing fireballs at people. And then Majima just starts singing as he beats up people. Well, at least /someone/ was having fun.

He's /probably/ going to leave the negotiation to Staren, though since this is about his faction's bases.
Raziel Several Hivers are laid out, broken with teeth, or just...well horribly <Not Dead>.  Majima was like a tiger through a storm of easily beat up bad guys.  Except that he doesn't gain any yen from these, because nobody down here has money.  

Finally coming into the compound, the two at the gate look at each other, then back at Majima and Staren.  Then back at each other, then back at them.  One of them whispers something into his coat...

And then the building behind them?  A lot of guns point out of it at them.  Lasguns, all of them, as people in tactical body armor can be seen.  The men at the door also level lasguns.  "'Quisitor ain't in right now, but if you wanna take a seat over in the dirt, we got something for ya."  

Man, that voice was awful brittish sounding.  Are these guys actually Hivers?

No, their Scions.  Tempestus Scions.  Of course, from it comes a big old blast of light as each las gun goes live.  
Majima Goro Majima's grin only grows wider. "...Awww. Ya all gonna make time for me 'n Staren-chan?" He puts his hands together, fluttering his eyelash. And then he unsheathes the Tonto.

He throws it up in the air, spinning it upwards. Hopefully, it makes a decent distraction for a second while he delivers a few punches to the first guard's face, y'know, captain 'take a seat' over there, giving him just enough time to spin around to kick the falling knife directly into the gut of Guard Number 2. "Staren-chan, why don'tcha go fly over and show those guys that nifty foam stuff ya love so much?" He waves a hand.

"...and maybe get the gate open, eh? I dunno if it's electric or some shi--"

He pauses for a brief second, before deciding to push the first guard INTO the gate to see if it's electrified.
God, sometimes he just needs to learn to solve his own conundrums like a man.
Staren     The inquisitors escalate, and HOW. Staren has to run for cover from lasgun shots from every window -- some catch his armor before the forcefield is on, ablating admittedly small pieces of it away, then do much the same to the forcefield as he flies.

    Once he's behind a building, he gets out a shoulder launcher and begins indirect-firing missiles designed to disperse a cloud of fuel and then ignite it. Miniature bunker-busters that suck up the air from a structure. The first one, he times to get through a window before it goes off.

    "YOU CAN SURRENDER AT ANY TIME! YOUR LIVES WILL BE SPARED! I MIGHT EVEN BRING BACK SOME OF THE DEAD ONES!" He shouts, armor amplifying his voice like a megaphone.

    The missiles will continue until morale impro^H is broken.

    Staren is tired and out of patience for this nonsense. The Concord is trying to improve this world and these people are making it harder. It doesn't help that his LAST attempt backfired so horribly.
Mortimer Balman      Not too long after Goro and Staren have engaged the Tempestus, something strange happens. There is an odd sound, a tortling noise of some sort. "<YAAHOOOOOOOO!>" And then, right past Majima's head, flies a huge blue shell. There's a substantial fluffy-looking white tail in the shape of a rolling wave coming out of one end. The shell collides with one of the Scions' helmets, and sends him flying backwards and into the wall. The shell then ricochets upwards, the tail striking against the wall and sending it flying back from whence it came.

     Staren will recognize that shell, the impossibly deep blue and the innumerable scratches. Not to mention the joyous voice.

     If they look back they'll see Mortimer. He's wearing his old uniform and looks heavily bandaged up, he also looks like absolute shit. He's watching the tortoise shell as it flies back to him, lining up.. And then kicking it as hard as he can, sending it flying at another man's face. Anyone who tries to shoot it will discover, perhaps terrifyingly, that the shells surface is oddly *reflective* and does not seem too terribly affected by their lasguns, even the ones with hot-shot packs attached. "Reder! Iron tail!" The next guy who gets hit? Is going to get hit by the tail instead of the shell itself- that won't only knock a dude out, it'll crack armor.
Staren     Staren stops missiling after Reder and Mort show up in confusion. "MORT?! Wh... wh... why are you helping us?! These are Imperial inquisitors!"
Rean Schwarzer Well, that didn't work. Rean ducks for cover the best he can, before starting up a spell that creates a ring of fire beneath the feet of the soldiers.
Raziel The scions hit, and are now being hit back hard.  The one guard at the gate is thrown into the fence.  No, it's not electrocuted, because...there is no electricity down here.  Staggered, he points his weapon up at Majima, and tries to blast a hole right in the chest.  Rean sets the other guard on fire, with his fire ring, keeping him from hitting Majima in the back of the head with his weapon.  

Staren fires, causing the room to burst.  Some hit cover, one was not so lucky and uh...well he's not supporting his friends.  All over them.  The BDJR slams his tail through the building, tearing it open.  Scions, however, do not break as easily as normal Guard squads might.  They take aim and fire a barrage at Staren and ^Mort.  

The one that Rean fired on, curses as he beats himself out, and turns towards Rean, "You fucking little witch," he shouts, before trying to blast him.  

"Incoming," Says a voice of a woman over one of the Scion's radio.  
Mortimer Balman      After Reder careens into the wall and goes through it, the Wartortle's head pokes out through the hole. "<Oh my fucking Goddesses, you dumb bastards, YOU KNOW WHO SOME OF US ARE!>" And then a lasgun shot clips his ear-fin. "<..COWABUNGA IT IS THEN!>" And then the ancient beast leaps for the nearest crowd of mans, and begins blasting them with high pressure 'beams' of foaming, bubbly water. The pressure is plenty enough to launch a man through suitably tough objects, like walls.

     On the outside, Mortimer has fallen to one knee, breathing hard. He's still in pretty poor condition. When he sees Rean light a guard on fire, he quickly weaves a spell to put the fire out, muttering an incantation and conjuring forth a viciously cold flurry of ice and snow.. Which does put the guard out, but also kinda buries him in freezing cold snow, so he's probably not going anywhere.
Majima Goro Majima Goro is starting to feel pretty good. Yeah. He starts to flare with a purple fire, watching the guard slam into the gate. ...He doesn't fry like an egg, which is a good sign. Sure, everywhere else hasn't had electricity, but you never know. Maybe they're bogarding all the volts for the complex. It's entirely possible.

Still, the guard he kicked into the wall isn't quite done yet. Good. He's looking forward to that. The good news is, both guards standing over here means he's not going to have to worry about lasers firing at him just yet. Except from the guy directly in front of him, who has his laser rifle. Alright.

Majima dives down forward beneath the initial burst of fire, raising up into the air and ---
HEAT ACTION: ESSENCE OF GRIMDARK

He shoulder charges in at the soldier, seeking one thing--just enough moment to grab the barrel of that laser rifle, pointing it as best he can, and then slamming the man's hand to force him to fire at his colleague.

Well, at his colleague's gun. He doesn't want the other one down -just- yet. Rean's setting the guy on fire, and it's funny. Ruining the other guy's laser rifle is funny eough for now.
Staren     Staren kind of hoped that breaking out the heavy artillery would end the fight quickly, but OF COURSE Imperial Inquisitors are eager to die for the cause. Hmm.

    "YOU KNOW. IF I HAVE TO KILL YOU ALL, I MIGHT BRING YOU BACK WITH HERETICAL TECHNOLOGY. BUT IF YOU SURRENDER I WON'T HAVE TO KILL YOU."

    Instead of reloading the big launcher and firing more bunker busters, he peeks around the wall to get a glance at the situation, lasguns tearing into his field again, then launches a salvo of mini-missiles at rooms his friends aren't in. These use a different warhead type, focused on creating intense heat over shockwaves, turning rooms into miniature infernos rather than blowing them apart.

    Hopefully they need a few seconds to deal with that, as he runs for a fresh piece of cover that hasn't been subject to sustained lasgun fire yet!
Rean Schwarzer Resn ducks back under cover again, his shoulder getting clipped by laser fire. He notices Mortimer isn't doing so well, though and dumps a healing spell on him. He then sets up another spell, this time an arc of darkness aimed to disarm the nearest Scion.  
Mortimer Balman      It's the damndest thing Rean'll notice- his spell.. Doesn't seem to have much effect.
Raziel The Scions are some of the most dependable of the Imperial Guard and tested even more by the Inquisition.  While the elites here might have them overpowered, they are still relentless, tactical, and full of guile.  Staren's attempt to set the building on fire causes the guard to scatter, this time spreading out in teams.  One wasn't able to get out of the building in time...

Or maybe he purposely stayed behind, because moments later, the front of the building explodes.  Even as the water crashes into it, and uses the building itself as shrapnel to blast everyone directly in front of it.  The front guard has his lasgun snapped to the other guard's weapon, which causes it to shoot it right out.  The disarm guard looks confused...

The guard that Majima has a hold of attempts to headbutt the man, attempting to stun him out of holding his weapon so he can get another beat on Majima, and give him a hole. Of course, the confused guard is not on fire, but now also frozen.  Rean's spell knocks the other guard's gun out of his hand before he can fire, leaving him scrambling for it, but with a Majima there.

Staren makes a very loud declaration.  When he runs for cover, there is a step behind him, as a lady with a very large claw for a hand comes out...and attempts to use that power first right across the back of the Boy genius.  

"You will not be doing anything to my men, I did not give them permission to die, or become horrible abominations," The Inquisitor says, irritated.  "Pia Bernitsky, Inquisitor of the Ordo Malleus.  Why are you here killing my men?  We did not attack your people, nor did we attempt to do any harm to you and yours...yet.  We are here specifically for the cults."
Majima Goro Majima is still getting to fight the same two guys. Frankly, he's not even mad. He's had enough of the paper bags enroute. Still, he's going to have to actually deal with these guys, or Staren's going to do the negotiating a second time, and--no. No, that's not fuckin' happening. Not twice.
He isn't the kind of guy who can meet that headbutt head on, so he breaks away from the hold. He doesn't even want the gun that badly anyway. What it does let him do, though, is spin away just far enough to spin back around, flaring like a burning yellow sun as the wooden bat comes around, directly for the Scion's face. He's done. This guy is going down.
Awesome Plan #1 just failed, because Staren blew up the building for...oh, who the fuck even knows why. Awesome Plan #2 is still in the cards, but...it's gonna be tight.

"Pia! Nehehe! ...Yeah, I wasn't tryin' ta get any of your guys killed, ya know? But my buddy Staren here, he musta run outta patience. Stand ya guys down, and we'll talk for a bit, eh?"
Mortimer Balman      Mortimer, who now has an easy way out of the structure, sighs as the building's front end is.. Blown out. Gods damn it. But then he can see the Inquisitor. "Ah.. Lady Bernitsky. Is that a Valhallan name? Ah.. Doesn't matter." The old badger-man will slowly rise to his feet and breath the fresh- ahahahahahah fresh yeah right- air of the Underhive. "I would hope you might know who I am.. But if you are not aware, I am Mortimer Balman. A mutant from the Multiverse, allied with the Sky Warriors of Fenris."

     He looks back at the building and gives a sharp whistle, Reder bounding out after the Stormtroopers have stopped fighting. "There you are, good..." The beast gave a clawed thumbs up and then looks for a place to sit, watching the Inquisitor intently. "...I am here to try and keep people from getting killed or badly mauled. I am here to specifically keep *you* from being killed or badly mauled- and yes, I know the full implications of what that means." He looks sideways toward Staren and Majima for a moment. "I have however had some.. Issues with the cults you've been hunting- I am also hunting them- however, as you may be able to tell. Hence why my performance has been a bit subpar. I do apologize for that.."
Staren     Majima and Mort really don't want to kill them. Fine, he'll play this Majima's way. Staren reaches into his bag to change weapons--

                                    *SLAM!*                                    

    Staren grunts in surprise and discomfort as he's smashed in the back and knocked to the ground! The armor there is dented, but it looks like the backpack is extra-hardened, possibly because it contains athe power source. "AGH! ...I can't believe that worked, Majima get over here!" Staren rolls over to look up at her, then flies backwards away to get out of reach -- if there's no convenient cover, he smashes some vials on the ground to make make a wall of vines for concealment. Then he can speak:

    "Majima beat up some guys but we just came to talk about the earthquakes. Your guys decided to up the lethality first. Which makes them either enemy soldiers or traitors to Governor Lezard and the Concord... And seems /rather suspicious/. And if you're going to keep fighting the cults, you need to coordinate with us from now on."

    Staren is kind of surprised if she's actually willing to talk, but he'll press on if she's not shooting. "My friend here killed many who had done no wrong at the cult of Slaanesh the other day. A good number of them weren't even real worshipers!"
Raziel Pia looks uninterested at Staren.  Staren says a lot of things, mostly bluster in her book.  Her other hand comes up, as a plasma pistol points right at his face.  "I am no traitor, speak that word again at your own risk, Xeno scum," She says, angrily.  

Mortimer gets her attention next, "From my point of view, and the view of my soldiers, you were joining in the fight against them.  I don't expect an explanation, I expect excuses.  Save them, I am not interested in hearing them, Xeno."

Majima finishes off the guard with a bat, before Pia got there.  The man goes down, but thankfully, still alive because he's got a good helmet.  As Majima heads over, to talk to her familiarly, she looks annoyed but does not aim her weapon at him.

"Scions, stand down.  Keep your weapons warm though...after all the night is still young."

Looking towards Majima expectantly, she waits, with a tap of her foot.  "I have precious little time.  After all, this planet is doomed should things continue as they are.  The Earthquakes are not my doing, losing this world is unacceptable to the Imperium of Man, nor is it how Exterminatus is handled."
Majima Goro Majima stretches out his arms. Rolls his neck one way, than the other way. Well, this really, one hundred percent, isn't how he envisioned this going down, but someitmes that's just how things go. This is going to take some improvisation.
"...Arright, well, here's the problem. Concord wants this planet intact. Imperium wants this planet intact, and whatever stupid bullshit the Cult's up ta, looks like right now they want the planet intact. Everyone's on the same team there, eh?" He waves his bat in a little circle.
He turns his head away. "So, I ain't sure who this leaves us with, Pia-chan. So, I get that ya whole Imperium thing's bout how much better ya are than everyone else. Fine. Ya can do that. But if ya got some kinda direction ta point us in, then...ya know."

He looks aside. "...Makes it easier for me ta tell somma the bloodthirsty kinds we got in the Concord that we don't gotta fight a war on every single front, ya know?"
Staren     Staren just grins at the gun, but manages to not push her further. So tempted to correct her that he's HALF-xeno. Racists love that.

    "Well, Majima. Looks like this one will only talk to /humans/, so find out what you can."
Rean Schwarzer THe inquisitor is here, and stuff is exploding, but the fight is over, maybe? He pokes out of his cover and joins the others, keeping an eye on the Scions. Hopefully Majima could handle this, right?
Mortimer Balman      Mortimer hm's a it. Okay, she's one of the more puritanical sorts. He can work with that. "Mutant, Inquisitor, please try to remember that. And good, glad you aren't interested in hearing them- you weren't going to get any. If you haven't already figured out my intentions, then obviously your Scholae has failed you, and we will need to act more directly. I have intelligence regarding the local cult, and I intend to ensure you are escorted safely off this rock if the Concords decide you need to die, or you decide martyring yourself against them is the only answer. Are you following me thus far?"
Raziel Pia gives her shoulders a shrug at Staren, "Correction, I do not take disrespect from Xenos, in the future have better care to watch your mouth, or you'll have it burned off," the Inquisitor says.  Her gaze turns towards Mortimer.  

"I have a duty to the Imperium, and I will see it through to the end.  I will not let some, "And she leans in for emphasis, "/Filthy Xenos/, lead my mission astray.  Claim to be what you what, but you are no man.  You are not even a lesser specimen of man, you are truly Xenos.  I don't care about it, but I will not be told what will happen to me.  I chose what I do, not you.  Do you follow /me/?"

Majima speaks, to which she does sigh, "If what you say is true, and I am willing to accept it, for now, at face value, that would be...odd.  I was sure the cult would be responsible...to drag this world into the Warp.  I am sure the device responsible for it IS a chaos device...but we have yet to find it in their hands, and are running out of places to look."

She considers, "It also is an artifact of Tzeentch.  The pulse of the warp, it is called.  Typically, it is designed to act as a beacon to creatures of the warp, and draw them near.  It was reported buried long ago, and when it was detected here we thought it had to be a cult, and we pursued it vigorously."

"Casualties happened, of course...but even we thought you'd consider such things a necessity."
Majima Goro This is some shit. Majima's hands raise over his head, and he stretches. "Pia-chan. Look, I ain't-- hold on. I gotta check something."

He pulls out his cellphone, tapping a few buttons. "Yeah, Nishida? Yeah, I needja ta check some shit."
"..." He taps his foot.
"No, this ain't about the fuckin' video! Though, yeah, that's actually the song ya gotta use. No. This is some shit 'bout the whole thing going on here. Yeah. How many chaos gods or goddesses or whatever the fuck do these guys got?"

He holds up a gloved hand to Pia, waiting for the answer. His index finger waggles a bit. ...And he slowly looks angrier at the phone.

"I don't give a shit how many heresies there are, I'm askin' for a fucking number, Nishida. I will come over there."
"..."
"Alright, four. Thanks." He hangs up the phone.

"Arright, so the easiest thing here is ya got four Gods, and best I understand, these guys /roughly/ want the same shit, but they also like fuckin' with each other. Tells me that ya got one cult that's just busy doin' recruitin' phase right now, and maybe ya got someone else who's on a different phase of their own plan, ya know what I'm sayin'? Seems ta me that'd be the genius fuckin' play. Tzeentch's dudes get the job done, while you and ya Inquisitors get ya panties in a knot over Slaneesh settin' up Pink Street In Space." He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette.

"Sure, casualties gotta happen. But ya also gotta respond in force when they happen, or ya look weak. Ya get /that/ much, right?"
Staren     Staren can't hold in a sharp laugh at her threat, although at least he keeps it short.

    When Majima phones a friend, Staren just answers "Four." while he's arguing with Nishida.
Mortimer Balman      Eyeroll. "As you wish, Inquisitor. Xenos I will be for the time being. And yes, I may not have any authority over you.. Except for the threat of force, and the threat of *being able to consider the long term consequences of our various fucking actions*." He leans down to her to emphasize his words. "You are in a very a precarious position. You are caught between the Traitors and the Concord. If you fuck this up, you will draw the Imperium into war with the Concord. A war you cannot win. If I think for a minute you're going to fuck it up like that? I will *happily* piss off however many of you juve punks as I need to, to ensure this Imperium's survival. You will be removed from this planet and sent home, in a burlap sack with a bronzed arse if need be. Here. You will want this, it has actionable intelligence." He shoves a dataslate into her hands. "Do not fuck up, and do not pretend you are incapable of fucking up, I am out of patience for that. I am watching at all times." He isn't, doesn't have NEARLY enough resources for that, but does she need to know that? Even if she doesn't believe him, she can't really be sure. "Good day, madam."

     The dataslate contains some information on the Slaaneshi cult that was smashed the other day. As well as some notes suggesting similarities between it and cults Mort has seen on a few other worlds. He begins walking away after that. "Reder, come along, we are getting something to eat." "<Hope it isn't corpse starch. That shit's awful.>" "That's what they have available." "<Damn.>" Mort calls back over his shoulder. "Goro! Staren! Rean! Be safe out here. The natives are restless and suffer a serious affliction of Unwarranted Self-Importance Syndrome."
Staren     "I don't know what corpse starch is but I will just GIVE you some freaking food!" Staren calls after Mort.
Raziel "Hm...a second cult, using the other nascent cult as a shield?  Hm, there may be wisdom to that analysis.  Though this second cult would be dug very deep, and very careful.  Then again...the fact it is who it is being worshiped..."  There is a pause, "Do not allow this to be as acceptable to your group taking over our sector, but we shall work together on this matter...nobody here wants a daemon world."

She looks to Mort, putting on a frown and an increasingly annoyed face.  Taking the disk, she pockets it, "I am sure this intelligence will compare to something we gathered a month ago, but we shall at least learn sloppy Xenos techniques from it to better counteract them in the future."

As he leaves, and his final stinger, she retorts, "Do they now?  I did not realize you were an inhabitant of this world?  Or maybe it's something you gained from worshiping the so-called 'King of Heroes'?  Begone, if you are trying to broker cooperation, you seem to be doing nothing but the opposite of that.  Even the Xenos cat has gotten it through his thick head."
Mortimer Balman      Mortimer just laughs his ass off. "Worship that idiot. Gwahaaahahahaha! You're funny!" And then he raises his middle finger back at her, and keeps walking.
Mortimer Balman      Mortimer just laughs his ass off. "Worship that idiot. Gwahaaahahahaha! You're funny!" And then he raises his middle finger back at her, and keeps walking. "Even the xenos cat knows better! Oh dear Mew, hooo.. Hahaha... Worship /Gilgamesh/." Even the tortoise is laughing.
Majima Goro Majima, for his part, actually starts legitimately cackling. "...Fuck, ya stole my fuckin' punchline, Pia-chan!"
At any rate, he finally lights the cigarette, taking a long puff of it. There's a moment. "I ain't here ta make ya happy 'bout that shit. I'm here ta make sure ya ain't the one tryin' ta shake the planet ta shit, andit looks like that's the case."
Deep, long breath. "Yeah, the short of that shit is they're just recruiting dumbasses who want a better life without workin' for it right now. Stupid shit probably comes later."

Mort is...Mort is saying things. He gives it a moment, driving a knuckle between his eyes. He grits his teeth a little, letting his cigarette dangle from his other hand. Once he's gone..he resumes.

"Hoo, yeah, ain't like ol' Gilgy-chan's anyone's favorite, Pia. I don't even think that dumbass likes him," He waves his hand roughly in Mortimer's departed direction.

"...ain't even sure what the fuck he was doin' here. Anyway. Long as ya play ball, I'll play ball. Ya...probably don't have fuckin' baseball in space. Point is, I'll go find out what shit I'm allowed to tell ya from the Concord investigations, and we'll see what we can do, eh? ...'course, if ya still wanna tango for the fuck of it, I'm down."
Staren     "Dude. Nobody /worships/ Gilgamesh." Staren observes. "And even he pays tithe to this world's new Empress, Priscilla. The /Half/-Xeno. You take pride in the worlds YOU'VE driven to become shitty hellholes, and repeatedly, heroes from other worlds have refused to touch it because they didn't feel like dealing with the Imperium's incessant whining about xenos. Well now we finally have! We're doing what your shitty empire never could. You're still alive, so you still have a chance to learn. Or you can die in forgotten obscurity. Just another warrior fighting to keep trillions of people in shitty lives. When we make this world better, all will know of Priscilla and the Concord as their saviors, and the Imperium as the ones responsible for their suffering until we came along."
Raziel Pia isn't sure what a Pia-chan is, must be whatever backward honorific that his backward world uses.  Regardless she lets it go because he is the only one here making any sense.  She lets Mort walk off, at least he has a sense of humor.  

However, then it's Staren's turn to the front towards her.  She takes a step towards him and leans in.  "Little Xeno, I am talking with your master.  Unless you think you have some sort of advantage in this situation. As I see it, I have more men, I have the intelligence you need, and if something happens to me you get nothing.  If you kill me, you slit your own throat."

"So, tell me again, what little shitty Xenos thing do you have to teach me?  Or was it the art of putting your foot down your detestable throat?  Shut. Up.  Sit down.  And talk when you're spoken to," he says and turns towards Majima again.  

"We should share intelligence, if you have the cult...on call, we could compare things.  I will work with them long enough to deal with this crisis, and then we put their heretic bodies to the torch."
Staren     Staren holds a finger up towards the Inquisitor in a 'not now, I'm on an important call' gesture while he argues on the radio.
Majima Goro     And now, Majima's caught in a quandary. He could handle this, if Staren could shut the hell up. But he won't. He's hellbent down the path of whatever exactly is going on here, and there's no stopping him. Fine. This was kinda better as a knockdown, dragout fight anyway, except...

He looks Pia over a minute. He starts counting up the guards. A gloved hand moves over his goatee, and he lets out a small grunt. "...Huh. Ya know, been a while since I actually felt outnumbered, Pia-chan. Woulda danced with ya on principle, but looks like I gotta be the responsible one tonight. Real fuckin' pity. Ya look fun."

He finishes off his cigarette, throwing it to the side.
"Yeah. The Slaanesh kids want time ta build up their fuckin' bullshit. I ain't 'zactly tight with 'em, cause we left that shit to the Xeno, and all. I came here cause ya had gangs, and that's shit I understand. If I can tell 'em they ain't priority number one long as they help get rid o' whatever the fuck Tzeentch's doin', then suggest to 'em they evacuate once they're next on ya list, we can 'clean' this place up, ya know?"

He walks in a little circle.

"...Then if ya content afterwards, ya can get onto more important assignments, and my superiors stop worrying bout you, and everyone's happy."
Raziel "Hm.  Your terms are acceptable, for now," Pia says, after some consideration.  "You are an interesting man, overworlder.  You enjoy the battle, but know when to use your wits and charisma to get what you want.  You'd make a hell of an Inquisitor."

Turning, she calls the Scions off, "We'll be in touch.  We can settle whatever there is to settle after...and a word of advice?  Leave that in the box next time." She points towards Staren, and starts turning to walk away.
Majima Goro Majima Goro looks like he's weighing the term 'overworlder' a bit. He shrugs, finally, the term apparently found inoffensive. "Heh. Maybe, eh? I'd invite ya to Kamurocho, but pretty sure ya would have them flamethrowers out the second ya saw Pink Street." He lets out a single chuckle.
"...eh, I'll see what I can do. No promises, eh? Ya look kinda cute when he gets ya mad." He offers a wink and a ping. He makes it sound jocular.

And then he stretches out. "...Fuck, though, been thinkin' bout turtle soup for the last half-hour, I'm gettin' some dinner, since I ain't gettin' a cool new desk."
Staren     Staren ignores Pia and then turns away, walking off. He has to get out of here before the situation degrades more.
Rean Schwarzer Rean's already left, but if the others want to radio him for dinner, they can. Not that he's been of any use than standing there and letting someone treat those around him like trash. Probably wouldn't have been long before he started yelling about how you're not supposed to treat people like that, if he didn't start yelling at Staren too for not putting his ego aside for a second and not screwing up the negotiations.

Boy, this night was a mess.