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[Silhar]

"Affirmative.", responded the Eldar, gripping his gun tighter and leaning to the wall.

[Xander Morhaime]

"Stand back, then," Halsted suggested, stepping up to the door and preparing a krak grenade. He wedged it against the door lock, setting the fuse for the longest burn and stepping well back. "Cover your ears," he added, pressing up against the corridor wall.

[Gargulec]

The grenade went off loudly. After the smoke cleared, the door lock was now in the state of non-existence, allowing you to effortlessly open the reinforced door.

The room behind the doors was probably what one of those that Lords Solar described as 'the hear of the fortress'.  Piles of data slate were littering the floor, and flickering light made you able to see long line of cogitators by the wall. On the opposite side, you noticed another door.

From what you could here, there were people behind them.

[Xander Morhaime]

"Weapons at ready, keep low, keep quiet, and move up," Halsted hissed, moving through the door and sweeping his stubber around, tracking for targets. Seeing none, he waved the others on in, sparing a glance at the data slates littering the table. "Suggest we bag those for later review. Might be something useful. Or at least something others shouldn't see," he commented, before moving up to the next door, trying to listen if there was any conversation going on behind it, and making bloody well sure not to approach the door straight on, but coming up on it from the side instead.

[Silhar]

Without a word, the Eldar came upon data slates and put inside his cape as much as he could.
Then, he grabbed his weapon and approached the door from the side other than Halsted did, also trying to hear anything.

[Passionario]

Pass's paranoid gaze and laspistol-wielding hand switched several times between the direction of the corridor she's emerged from and the door, as the harrowed psyker tried to assess which posed the greatest threat. Apparently failing to reach a decision on her own, she pulled two random Emperor's Tarot cards from her hip pocket and glanced at them quickly.

"Adepta Sororitas and Nine of Primarchs... Thought as much", she mumbled to herself, before crouching against one of the cogitators and aiming the laspistol at the door. The cards remained in her left hand.

[Malek Deneith]

Lazerus quietly nodded at Halsted's words. Following example of others he moved to the side and took aim in cease anything would come through the door.

[Gargulec]

'...open. And, go check this Throne-dammed noises' overheard Halsted and Laz, crouching next to the door. Moments later they opened, and with rather unpleasant bustle, large frag grenade rolled into the room.

[Silhar]

"Oh sh-", drawled the Eldar, jumping forward and attempting to kick the grenade back into the other room.

[Xander Morhaime]

Halsted reasoned quickly to himself that if the xeno wanted to get himself blown up to sacrifice the rest of them, that was fine by him. The xeno made that decision on his own.

With this in mind, he did the only rational thing, that is threw himself flat on the ground, away from the door and grenade.

[Passionario]

The very second the doors swing open, Pass's eyes go momentarily blank, as her mind plunges into a vision - or a memory?

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She's on some battlefield, wading though a trench, stepping over corpses. Some of them are wearing the Imperial Guard uniform just like her own; others are bedecked in garish armor covered with heathen sigils that make her eyes water. Overhead, she hears the symphony of gunfire and coarse shouts, interrupted only by an occasional explosion.

Suddenly, a round metal object drops at her feet, full of barely contained malice and lust for destruction. Almost disdainfully, she reaches out with her will, snuffing out the spark at the heart of the grenade before it can blossom into conflagration.

A second later, she snaps out of it - just as the frag grenade rolls into the room and Silhariel leaps towards it.
With an almost imperceptibly smirk, she points a finger at the grenade:

"I name thee... Dud."

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Weapon Jinx to Jam the grenade, using 2 power dice

[Marcus Constantine]

While falling down to the ground Marcus managed to recite half of "Holy Psalms of Avnaria's Martyrs". He then managed to recite the other quarter and somehow he was still alive. He lifted his head to see what was going on

[Gargulec]

To your surprise, Pass' powers did not cause the Emperor to smite you by means of a sharpnely explosion. The grenade did indeed not go off . It was likely, however, that whoever threw it at you had more.

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Pass gets 50 XP for saving the party from the grenade, and S from beaconing a mass of minced meat.

[Silhar]

"My head... Eh... What... where am I... ?"
Realizing a bit late that something awkward has just happened and his behavior would certainly lead all of them to a painful death, Silharriel stumbles a few steps back, staggering. He kneels on his right knee, somewhere next to the wall, then bows his head and whispers something in his Xeno tongue. A hood falls on his head.
Words sound like some kind of ritual, blasphemous yet hypnotizing noise of the Outcast's prayer has a manner somehow unsettling to the rest, the humans, the Young Race. Words... words seem to be older than the Imperium, The Domain of Man, The Holy Terra itself.

"Kaela Mensha Khaine, The Lord Of Aspects, The Bloody-Handed One, The Lord of War, The Wielder of Doom That Wails, The Slayer of Eldanesh, The Torturer of Vaul, The One Who Fought The Prince of Corruption, The One In Thousand Shards, hear me who begs Thy favour. My wounds bleed, enemies are numerous, my will is broken, my thoughts are clouded. Swingth not Thy sword on me, as you did to Eldanesh, but giveth me Thy strength to bear my burden and bring doom upon those who stalk me... Let me not fail Thee !"

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Using FP to recover 1d5 damage...

1d5=4
I therefore spend 200 xp for an Agility Simple and a Willpower Simple advances.

After a while, Silharriel raises his head. A dim, barely visible light glows now from beneath the hood - the light of inner fire in the Eldar's eyes, the light which was seeming to fade before. The Lost Soul stands up to the crouch, gripping his weapon even tighter.
"Now, deliver this little trove back to their owners, shall we ?", he pronounces with a deep, low voice, which brings unlovely memories of torture, pain and war.

[Xander Morhaime]

Halsted waved for the others to hang back as he moved up to the door frame, keeping his stubber out of sight. "Oi, in there! Fair warning, we'd kind of like you to come with us alive and unharmed, which is a better offer than you're going to get from the bloody army fighting outside right now!" he shouted. "Come out of there peaceful like and we'll get you to a secure location, soldier's honour."

It was a crude and simple bluff, but so far in his experience those were the ones that worked best...