The Inquisitor watches you arguing and threatening each other and slowly shakes his head with a loud sigh.
"This makes the thing a lot harder, now", he drawls through his teeth, then claps his hands once again.
Then once again, a section of wall opens up, spitting away three servitors, the same as before, yet even more rotten in flesh. Which is surprising, one of them appears to be a dead little girl - now with bionic wings attached. She flaps them gracefully as her torn old dress dances in the air, the sight both marvelous and grotesque.
With a silent whirring sound, they advance towards you - two towards Lazerus and the girl towards MkLear.
"Luckily, I've foreseen this kind of scenario", the headsman adds, his voice silent and somewhat disappointed.
One servitor catches Lazerus by the hands and contorts them painfully behind his back. The grasp is so sudden and forceful that it is almost impossible to stand against it.
The other servitor from a pair slides in front of the mutant, his hands attaching something to his neck.
The little girl-servitor floats before MkLear, pressing something right into his hands.
A kind of remote control that has two buttons - a red one and a green one.
"The red one detonates the collar. The green one releases it", the man in red robes explains.
"Use it in case he tries this again."The ring clasps around lizardman's neck, then he becomes released - just as violently as he got caught before. He can feel his hands aching.
Two servitors roll back into their hiding place.
"This leaves us with just one matter to settle. Funds. I am afraid we cannot supply you with weapons from our ship's armory - just because these are too easy to recognize, in your case would act as rosettes would if someone found them. But still, we can give you money. I am pretty sure you will be able to find at least a thousand black market weapon traders down there."Once again, Van Bohr opens his briefcase, putting out the red material rosettes were situated in. You realize that the case had a compartment under the bottom.
The Inquisitor pulls out some papers, then puts some back in the case, then slides the bag on the floor - in your general direction.
"Here we have... one thousand thrones. I believe it to be about enough to satisfy your armament needs. What else?"Achievement Unlocked!
The Nerve.
(You managed to force Mechanicus' Magos out of his emotional equilibrium with your lack of savoir-faire.)
+10 xp to everyone.
As you can see, I'll be handing out some little prizes for things not entirely constructive or brilliant, yet somehow memorable. Part to make things even more memorable, part for fun, part to teach you something.
