Looking for 1 more player (maybe 2), for a Dark Heresy one-shot coming up Saturday, October 9th. Location TBD but probably at Endgame or a residence in Richmond. The scenario is a riff off a well-known story line. Read the prologue below to find out. Contact me if interested.

            Castus
entered the room.  The heat was sweltering but he was glad to be
here.  Finally, a mission.

           
“Arbitrator Leman Castus,” a man said.  It wasn’t really a
question.  Another man and a woman sat next to him. 
Real people?

           
“Sir.”

            “Are you
familiar with the Badlands of Iocanthos?”
            “I’ve
studied them.”  Castus had never been off his own Orbital until two
weeks ago.  What were they playing at?  He was Void
Born.  Born in space.  He’d never set foot on a planet
until they’d call him for this mission and then they’d left him for two weeks
holed up in a room, too fearful to step outside into this unfamiliar
hive.  An arbitrator afraid?  Yes.  But
he would never let on.  They’d dragged him from the room bloody and
screaming that morning.  Two weeks and he’d been going insane for
the half of it.  A cold shower, a meal.  He was barely
functioning.

            “We’re
sending you there,” the man continued.  His voice wasn’t
real.  It was a vox-box attached to his collar.

            “To the
Badlands .”

           
“Yes.”

            The
Badlands of Iocanthos was not where he wanted to go.  It was a hell
hole, warring bands fighting over the Ghostfire crops that they sold to the
Imperium to be made into combat drugs.

            “We’ve
lost contact with an agent there.”

            “The
Imperium has agents in-?”
            “No.”

            Castus
chastised himself.  Get answers.  Don’t ask
questions.
            “I understand,”  he
replied.  Castus understood.

           The other man
stood up.  A sound of static or an electrical motor started as he
rose.  Something shuffled under his loose robes.

           “Before we
lost contact with our agent,” the voice was thin and unhealthy, “we began to
receive….disturbing reports…transmissions…that led us to believe…" he
didn't complete the sentence.  "Our fear….our concern is…that….the
agent has been …..rendered….unfit.  You’ll find a transcript of his
last transmission in your brief.”

           Castus
noticed for the first time an official looking but worn folder sitting on the
counter next to him.  It was damp with age and filth. 
An unfamiliar insect lay dying next to it.  Belly up, its
many legs tried desperately to find ground.  Above, an archaic
ceiling fan did nothing to help the stink in the room.  Oil, smoke
and something decaying.

           The man
sat.  Another sound of something whirring.  The woman,
who’d been silent up until now started to speak.  She was younger,
wide-eyed and probably stimm’d or….naturally enthusiastic.  She
began with a solute.

           “The Emperor
saves.”

           “The Emperor
saves,” Castus repeated.  It came as a reflex.

            “You’ll be
rendezvousing with your escort team on Iocanthos just outside the Badlands
area.  They’ll provide your transport and
protection.”
            “They are good agents?”

            “They’re….motivated.  Two
feral guardsman who’ve been promised their explosive collars removed if
they complete this mission.  They’re under the command of one
Klightus Reestheus, a cleric charged with
their….rehabilitation.”
            Castus knew better than to
ask why they had the explosive collars in the first place.  Two
killers and a holy man were his team. 

“And my
orders?”
            “Your orders are to find the agent. 
We’ve noted in the brief his last known location.  It’s
thick wasteland out there.  You’ll have to move by ground. 
You are to locate him and once located you are to terminate his
command.”
            “Terminate?”
           
The woman looked at him.  “With extreme
prejudice.”
            “And the agent’s
name.”
            “The agent's name?  The agent's name is Kurtz.”