The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen(And others)

[I do not blame you.]

Silvine: Not like it would matter... *starts walking off* ....Hey, cogboys! Keep an eye or a hundred on him... wouldnt want a warp rift in the middle of the ship!

*The priests chitter in binary cant uncertainly between themselves*

*A low, booming laugh from Tempus' vox grille follows her out*

*well.... one time skip later?*

*Tempus walks up onto the bridge, true to his word, he has more guns, more armour, and his footsteps are somehow less stompy.*

*and he finds himself quite alone... well, aside from the usual bridge crew*

[Where are your masters? The inquisitor, where is she?]

Servitor: Last known location: Personal quarters

*He stomps off towards her personal quarters.*

*well, dont know how he knows where that is, but hey, she is in there...*

*He asks some crew members.*

*she is alerted to his presence by heavy footsteps*

*no she isnt. she is fast asleep in a sea of cushie pillows*

*He looks at the door. what type of lock, how thick etc.*

*well, regular ship lock and door with her personal code... combination lock, lets say*

*he kneels down in front of it, and with a light clicking sound, the smaller limbs disengage from his torso, and he begins to disassemble the lock, crossing wires, and bypassing the alarm*

OOC. well, roll for success, i guess.... eh, ill just do it for you to speed things up

The member 'Nazamroth' has done the following action : Challange Fate

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Tempus: [Damned thing... what does this wire even do? Its not an earth cable... Bah!]
*he puts his claws into the gap in the door, and forces it open, just a crack, just so its nolonger sound proof, and cranks his vox emitter up to full volume* [WAKE UP, WE HAVE ARRIVED.]

*he sees a twitch in the pillowcalypse at that, and a human body rolls over and flops down onto the floor with a groan*

*Chuckes to himself* [We could be under attack, your morning routine is terrible.]

*unintelligible mumbling that could pass for zombie moaning*

Tempus: [WAKE UP]

*she slowly stands up, looking like a truck went over her in her sleep several times... except her hair... that is fucking gloriously perfect and shiny... she still looks kind of asleep though...*

[Get dressed, we are leaving.] *the door slams shut as he removes his claws from it.*

Elise: .................*mumbling* ....does he think he is my boss, or butler?

*she has the distinct feeling he heard, but simply chose not to reply.*

*well, theres still Silvine*

*he prises open the door again* [WHERE IS THE LITTLE ONE?]

Elise: ....her room, i guess.... stop shouting.... youre killing my ears...

*The door slams shut again. and he stomps off to silvine's room.*

*room is there...*

*Repeats the exercise, prising open the door, and yelling* [WAKE UP]

*instant explosion to the face. not getting up and launching an explosion... just instant explosive explosion*

[Do you trap your door?]

Silvine: *lookig over from a weapon workbench*  ........why wouldnt I? Who knows when some heretic will try to force his way in?

[I suggest a krak charge, a frag charge is ineffectual against armoured opponents.]

Silvine: I did not exactly plant that in anticipation of space marines....

[Why would anything less be aboard your ship?]

Silvine: Iniltrators?

[You are aboard a voidship. if someone has infiltrated it undetected, they are good enough to disarm a frag charge on a door, and kill you without waking someone sleeping next door.]

Silvine: You never know... it also helps to keep the cogboys off my stuff...

[Damn technophiles.]

Silvine: Have you looked in the mirror recently?

[I am aiming for a human form, if you don't remember.]

Silvine: Well, no one would tell that now...

[This was the best i could do, with extremely limited supplies.]

Silvine: Are you just here to make xcuses, or is there some actual reason?

[We have arrived at our destination.]

Silvine: joy. Its gonna be like another half day until Lady Elise gets up and running anyway...

[Why is your inquisitor... like this.]

Silvine: ....she is not a morning person?