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[wulf_of_spyre]

Sorry if I seem to have disappeared, one of the other people came up with an idea, which if I remember correctly involves them doing something first, so I'm waiting for them to make the first step.

[wulf_of_spyre]

Ah, there it is, KJ thinks that Cain should happen to be doing some business in a bar that happens to have Keth in it

[Tyross (FT)]

Has KJ posted that story bit yet?

[wulf_of_spyre]

No, but aren't you Cain?

[Freddie Hope]

I assumed you would write it. if you want, i shalt knock something together tonight

[wulf_of_spyre]

Iprefer not to interfere with what other characters do, so maybe Cain could walk into the bar and he sees Keth there and then I'll write some

[Tyross (FT)]

Sounds like a plan to me!

[Freddie Hope]

So. this one is down to KJ again is it? fine....here we goes...


Back in the hustle of the bazaar, Wuzgug tapped Inquisitor Cain on the shoulder and waited until the Inquisitor had given him his attention.

"Yes? what is it, Xeno's? Asked Cain

Wuzgug grinned his idiot grin. "Jes wanted to know why yoo bought us down onna planet boss."

"As i said." Replied Cain "I have Business"

"What bizness sah?" asked Wuzgug in a puzzled tone.

Cain treated himself to a rare smile. "None of your business"

This earned a slight chuckle from Horst.....it was intresting to note that when Horst sniggered, the Hormogaunt at his side twitched slightly.

The party returned to the Inquisitors shuttle.....Cain indicated that Wuzgug and Horst should board, and return to the ship. After they had left, He journed through the many and varied back alleys until he came at last to a seedy looking dive, which he promptly entered. The conversation level dropped to virtually nothing when Cain was recognised as a member of the most holy Emperors Inquisition, and he could see the looks of guilt passing across the denzins faces...just the way he liked it.

He walked across to his own private booth, and waited for his contact...he did not have to wait long. His contact was a thin, scrawny creature, who reminded him slightly of the late Tech Preist Archanius. As the spy reported his findings Out of the corner of his eye, Cain saw a man staring straight at him. As a member of the Emperors Divine inquisition, Cain was unused to this...Interesting, he thought....


There yer go. get Kething.

[Tyross (FT)]

Horst, glanced around briefly, and slumped back against a corner, his horngaunt resting gently upon the rock-hard plasteel floor tiling. He would be keeping tabs upon this from afar.

[wulf_of_spyre]

Baron Keth sat there, staring at the inquisitor over his beer. He lifted the drink slowly and took a long, loud slurp.
He was drunk, as usual and his eyes were blurry and unfocused, causing his vision to wander.
He took a casual look around the room. A gray, choking cloud of smoke had settled over everything and the sound of copious amounts of drink being consumed reached Keth's ears.
Then his eyes snapped back to the table at which the inquisitor was now seated.
Despite his slightly addled brain, Keth could tell who the man was, but he still gazed intently, while others eyes shifted away.
Even Keth himself wasn't quite sure why he was staring.

It must be the beer... he thought slowly to himself.

Then something clicked in the back of his mind, some old memory triggered by something he had seen. Slowly, he stoof up, somehow managing to knock over his chair and drop his beer. He then wobbled over to the table at which the inquisitor was talking and stepped up to the man he had been staring at.
Keth clumsily reached into his ragged jacket and pulled out a small compact las-pistol, which he pressed to the man across from the inquisitors head.

"Hello again, Ristelle" He said, his voice slurring, "do you remember me?"

[Tyross (FT)]

Horst detected a slight tinge in Cain's mind, the name Ristelle bringing back many sore memerios of his past...

[Freddie Hope]

Back up on the ship, Wuzgug sat tinkering with a seemingly innocent looking box...an onlooker would have noticed, though, that this box was treated with total care, like a mother bird protecting her young.

"almos' done" muttered Wuzgug to himself.