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[Gunner-Chan]

Crimson freezes as she Hears mission follow her, quickly turning herself around.

"Uhh... Are... Are you interested in mistresses records?"

She thinks to herself... "Is this why mistress made me carry this... Is... He a spy?"

[mission0]

Mission shrugs

"Not particularly, there are always interesting things to be found in all about us though."

[Gunner-Chan]

Crimson moves to the scanner in one corner of the room... And gets the keys back out. Finding the one she's looking for quickly this time and opening... Something...

"You just... Look around then..."

She thinks more to herself... "I'm sorry... But I can't let you hurt mistress..."

[mission0]

Mission nods and scans around the room looking for something of interest. Most of it was business transactions, and other dealings of money, boring stuff. He continued to walk around a room before his eyes settles on a label that caught his interest.

Murmering to himself "Employee information"

[Gunner-Chan]

Crimson suddenly presses a button! Causing the lights to shut off and a red one to turn on instead as a low alarm sounds! She runs for the door and slams it behind herself, the lock automatically re-engaging!

She leans against the door to keep it shut, whimpering to herself. Already regretting what she has done...

[mission0]

Mission jumps as the lights go out and alarms start blarring. Turning around to see if Crimson was still there. He couldn't see to well with the low red light, a quick incantation caused a bright blue aura revealing the area... and also that Crimson was gone.

"Great Mission, what have you got yourself into this time..."

[CJ1145]

The ever-present smile on the robed man's face grows even brighter.

"Glad to see you're starting to ask the right questions. I am Lord Deadris, sorcerer extraordinaire. Some time ago, after sentient sea monkeys began to bore me, I started peering into other dimensions, and came across yours. I must say, you live in some rather trying times. And I have to admit, I could hardly believe the end of it all. Such a large bang. But, I think I'm crossing some boundaries here that shouldn't be crossed, SO, I'd just like to say  it's a pleasure to meet you. The Ultramarines have a wonderfully long and rich history, and it's truly a pleasure to meet one in person. Of course, the alcohol has made me a little foggy as to how I got here..."

[Gunner-Chan]

A computer voice in the records room suddenly speaks.

"Wanring. Automatic purging system engaged. Charging flame systems."

The room slowly and noticeably heats up...

[mission0]

"What did that thing just say!"

Mission looked around for something that didn't look flammable, he didn't find anything that would be immediately useful. As a temporary measure Mission quickly spoke a rush of incantations, with a red aura spreading around him as the result. The shield he had just raised wouldn't last long, especially if the flames became extremely hot.

Mission went to the door to find it locked again. His previous spell wasn't working. Kicking the door only hurt his foot.

[Gunner-Chan]

Crimson ran from the door, not wanting to be anywhere near where what could possibly be the first time she killed anyone. Crying loudly all the way to an unoccupied room to hide.

Back in the records room the temperature stablised...

"Flame system charged. Emptying O2 tanks."

A low hiss fills the room.

[Luke_Prowler]

The Ultramarine now has become much more interested in the robed figure, from now on known as 'Lord' Deadris. "That's quite a story" replied Luke "it's nice to see someone that really appreciate our history. Of course, if you have been looking on our dimension, you would know that the Imperium doesn't exactly have a favorable view on 'sorcery'."

[mission0]

"**** **** ****, I was hoping that I wouldn't have to use this"

Mission pulled a small trinket from his pocket, it was a small circle that swirled around and around. It seemed to go on into infinity. Sighing softly Mission activated the trinket Menil had given him, Menil had thought that something crazy may happen and so had given this to him. Menil felt his gut retch as the small trinket unleashed its magic.

[CJ1145]

Deadris looked at him closely, analyzing his body movements for anything resembling hostility.

"And see, I've always wanted to mention this, have you ever noticed that the Imperials are horrific hypocrites? Before you blow your top, hear me out. The only difference between magic and your 'psykers' is that I do not rely on the Warp for my abilities; I am also far more powerful than any one of them.

And then there's the matter of your Inquisition. I've watched other dimensions as well, and let me tell you, your Emperor's enforcers walk a very thin line. The only reason I can imagine for them not falling into Chaos already is Tzeentch having a plan for some time in the future that involves their piety."

[Gunner-Chan]

The voice comes back a final time.

"Ignition in three... Two... One..."

A jet of flame shoots from the roof! Suddenly mixing with the massive amounts of O2 and nearly causing an explosion! Filling the room with flames!

A low rumble can be heard all throughout the resort...

(And don't worry mission, live or die was your choice in the end. X3)

[mission0]

Mission was pulled by the trinket into the floor....

When he next looked around he was in an odd place. Black and white were swirling around each other as streams of it zipped by him.

OOC: Hopefully you don't consider this godmodding, makes reasonable since rp wise and it's a one time use item.