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The Terrible Old Man
It begins.
This was the moment the Seer had been waiting for.
Though it was now when the King of Nightmares was at its most dangerous, it was also when it was at its most vulnerable as well.
Now was the time to strike.
He did not have time to search out the crew for specific people. He needed someone--anyone--to act quickly on his behalf. So he sent out his call to only a small handful of crew members. Those who, for one reason or another, were easy to reach out to in the swirling abyss of the ship's psychic landscape.
It begins, he says, I require your assistance.
This was the moment the Seer had been waiting for.
Though it was now when the King of Nightmares was at its most dangerous, it was also when it was at its most vulnerable as well.
Now was the time to strike.
He did not have time to search out the crew for specific people. He needed someone--anyone--to act quickly on his behalf. So he sent out his call to only a small handful of crew members. Those who, for one reason or another, were easy to reach out to in the swirling abyss of the ship's psychic landscape.
It begins, he says, I require your assistance.
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"I could blow the door down if I was careful enough."
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The small drone hovers down near the small control console next to the door, tapping several options before the door quite simply slides open.
Within, they can see a rather spartan-looking holding cell, once again reinforced with metal all along the walls to supplement the techno-organic material Stacy was made of.
Standing as still as a statue in the center of the room, however, was this (http://img186.imageshack.us/img186/156/terminatord.jpg). An 11' tall armored behemoth, holding in its right hand a massive halberd that stood well above even the figure itself.
The lifeless eyes of the helmet stared forward out the door at the three standing there, the figure still unmoving.
++However,++ the little drone spoke up again, ++One human and two witnesses are required to reawaken the Grandmaster from Sus-An hibernation as required by Inquisitorial and Astartes regulation.++
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"Why does it... Nevermind." He shakes his head, stepping aside so that Jason and Kala can look if they want. "I think we're all willing to witness him reawakening. What about you two?"
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"Let's get this over with."
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++The other two must then vocally state the following: "I, [[insert name here]], hereby witness this awakening in the name of the Imperium.++
++Please decide who will take which roles.++
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Finding a mental excuse, he gestures for Jason or Kala. "Go ahead. If this isn't right, I want to be in a position to move." He doubts that there's any falshood in the Seer's words, but he's spent many years hiding his existence as a remodeled human. Kazami finds no reason to stop now.