Back In The Ventilation

So finally arrives at the satellite. And of course we split up. Me and the psychic try to find the archives, which we fail at. We end up in the customs and after I succes to flatter a administrator to take the papers afterwards we tell them our objective. To find a certain person. They proceed to theow us out back in the hanger. How nice. Better luck for our friends the assassin and tech-priest who, with some trickery, find that they are blocked by bureaucracy. The name of the person doesn't seem to exist in the personaä records. They at least know their way around for the moment. How does it go for the cleric and scum? Not that good. They head for the underworld (I think it was) where the scum is dragged aside by a gangmember who warns him about the guy he sent to prison in his backstory, the. He proceeds to stab hiw with a poosoned knife. Seems the tables have turned.

Back with me and the psycher we try to find the archives by using my knowledge of the bureaucracy to make one of the lower adepts take us to the head magistrate. We are showed in and a blind man  comes forth. He show us in to his office after waking me on the legs and discovered we work for the inqusition. The psychic tries to bluff our way out of the mission, but fails so miserable that the old man hits him in the eye with the staff. After some explaining he agrees to let us in to the archives. Back with the cleric she discovered the scum is gone and notices a suspicious man walking away from a alley, she enters the ally and finds the scum dying. She contacts us with her transmitter and psychic heads over (since he is the closest we have a medic on the team). On his way over he is almost knocked down by the suspicious person who seems wanting to pick a fight, so to waste time the psychic infoicts pain on him. He arrives, does his thing and take up thepursuit of the man when all know the situation. After somemore paininflicting they drag him back to the ally for questioning, at the same time discovering an assinationn plot on the head magistrate which was side-tracked. How fun. After breaking the persons neck they head for sickbay while the psychic is talen aside by other ribbins who want him to help them with the murder of their leaders son. If not the rest of us may getcaught in the crossfire.

The tech-priest and assassin on the other hand takes the elevator down to bottom floor after some tinkering with the mashine itself since it didn't let them down. Down there the assassin is told to get up and tell the others while the tech-priest stalked itout. He walked forsome time until he noticed a hole where he heard voices. He had foumd ourtarget. The assassin on the other hand had some mad vision and ended up in a testing area. After getting direction to a maintainance hatch to get away he was attacked by a demonic possessed servitor. Some lucky rolls later (the monster missed all his attacks and the assassin dealt 32 wounds with ONE bullet) he got a fear rating and just run back to the elevator back to the hangar and contacted the rest of us, thereby accidently warning our target of the whereabouts of the tech-priest. Ooops! Me on the other hand had a heartattack when discovering the archive. Papers everywhwre, chaotic, unworthy any adept. Discovering information of the target and his recent acctivities in developing weapons with the power of the nebulosas around the satellitwe, creating some kind of solar weapon. A chrash was heard. "Whos there?" I asked and the answer was security hunting for someone not allowed in the archives. Probably me I guessed and looked for an escape route. The ventilationshaft. Up and in. The door is kicked down while the soldiers rush in and a moment of confusion until theynotice the ventilation itself. I crawled in the tunneland suddenly I hear something being thrown in. A mashine. I ready the shotgun and huries onward. A shot is fired and hit me in the ass. I turn around and fires away, destroying the robot, blocking their path for a while. I continue and stumbles out of the vent hurting my eye and lip. Looking around I look straight at a head in a glasscontainer staring at me. I know that face from somewhere, but I can't say where. Deducing I'm in some kind of biology lab I head of.