ChaosHelp — Rogue Trader Dialogue Archive

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Inquisition TrooperThe energy field has been largely depleted by the xenos attacks, but it is still holding on. When you approach it, it seems to bend slightly as if trying to get away. Calcazar's soldiers who are taking cover behind it have lost some of their composure, but they are in no hurry to drop their weapons.

YOU"Would you be so kind as to disable the field?"

Inquisition TrooperThe sergeant whispers something into a portable vox and grimly shakes his head. "The Lord Inquisitor refuses to grant you an audience. Leave."

Inquisition TrooperReality loses its unshakeable hardness and becomes malleable. At first, you think one of the soldiers is trying to whisper something to you, but the whisper is coming from the wrong side of the barrier. It is coming from inside your ears. "The Empyrean is with you. You are with us. The power is in thine hands. To thee it is given. Thou shalt command." The energies of the Immaterium envelop your fingers, ready to bend existence to your will.

YOU[Crush the field with a mighty blow] "Die, pathetic wretches!"

Inquisition TrooperThunder strikes! You can see the field helplessly give way and burst under your strike through the veil of crimson rage. The motes of its power explode like shrapnel, turning the soldiers into mincemeat. The smouldering shreds of loyalty of the men who dared to stand in your way rise into the air.

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YOU[Wish the field to have never existed] "May the ways be changed."

Inquisition TrooperSomething in the cause-and-effect connections of existence shifts with a click, the gears stop and then start turning backward. The paths taken by the universe are reshaped and the energy shield fades, dissipating into the fact of its non-existence. The soldiers who will now never be born follow suit. By the looks of horror on their faces, they realise at the last moment where you have sent them. To never and nothingness.

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YOU[Possess the mortal minds] "I am [Name] von Valancius, and I demand restitution for this insult!"

Inquisition TrooperA hypnotising profundity pervades your voice. It fills souls and minds, shimmering and vibrating. While the sergeant fumbles with the button to shut off the generator, the soldiers stare at you in silence, only to fall to the ground as one. Their faces contort in a grimace of anguished horror, but even then they cannot disobey your silent command: "Stop breathing."

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YOU[Leer and mock-knock at the door] "Knock-knock..."

Inquisition TrooperFor a brief moment, you sense that the sergeant is about to reply, "Who's there?", followed by him suffering the grisliest of fates. Somehow you know this for certain, but he just clenches his jaw and shoots you an indignant glare instead.

YOU"Whoever disables this field will be spared."

Inquisition TrooperThe soldiers stand still, but you notice the lightning-fast glances they exchange with each other. Hope flares up for a moment, only to fade shortly thereafter. The sergeant replies grimly, "Keep your mercy."

YOU[Silently glare at the soldiers]

Inquisition TrooperCalcazar's men, the hardened agents of the Inquisition who have faced countless horrors, hastily look away to avoid locking eyes with you.