Bindoner wrote: ↑
Sat May 18, 2019 5:26 pm
by vonPilsner » 18 May 2019, 15:18
"Thanks Zhenya, it was an exciting hunt. Are we going to stay and help figure this out?" Says Elton.
"Exciting, yes Elton, the very word." Zhenya's friendly smile is made sinister by the blood smear ( Why is Zhenya's cheek bloody anyway?
"I think we ought to help. Father Martel was a gracious host to include us in this hunt, we owe him the respect of helping bring his killer to justice."
"Kuerzu, you know something of battlefield injuries, what did you make of the Abbot's wound? Shot from in front or behind? What sort of weapon, high powered or standard sporting gun? He fell forward, knowing calibre and direction for the bullet might help point to a culprit. "
"Brother Theta, you have been away for many years, I know, but perhaps you can tell us about the politics of the order. How is a new Abbot appointed for example, this is a thing I am interested to know."
"Scree, would you ask Chir to go with Vern looking for spent cartridges at likely sniping positions?"
Remembering that the video recording equipment is still running and stopping it Zhenya wonders if it has accidentally captured any clues.
She can examine the video's for any clues, here, or back at the monastery or ship? Roll 2d6
Scree and Vern report that their search has been interrupted by other Bears, the monks do say that there is danger, and that they should return post haste to the monastery. One young monk, shielded by the the heads of their mutual disciplines, is heard to say in tears, "I didn't know."
By Theta's example, the politics of Martel were pro-Colonial during the recent conflict, and that Martel's personal philosophy was "Populares, non-Optimates". An Imperial delegation was here recently, what they discussed is unknown; while the Imperium would never condone an assassination, not officially, some might know that the Imperial Naval Intelligence is not above "dirty tricks" ... Finally Zhenya remembers at the dinner: About the Imperium, the Abbot sagely ponders, a fleeting sadness crosses his face before uttering, "Remember, wherever you go, one is in the lands of the conqueror."
Taki117 wrote: ↑
Sat May 18, 2019 8:01 pm
Kuerzu nods as he barks orders. "Set up a perimeter. 70 km radius from here." He says before kneeling next to the Abbot. "Now...how did you die." He mutters to himself as he examines the wound.
Medical to determine direction and caliber of the fatal shot.
Shot straight to the heart, with a 7 mm hunting round, from the front; if it wasn't an expert kill, it was the luckiest shot in the world. 'Shot through the heart', also has a message to it as well.
vonPilsner wrote: ↑
Sat May 18, 2019 10:58 pm
Looking around for any clues...
While looking around, something scratches like an itch to the brain, maybe there wasn't just an echo off the mountainsides, it could have been two shots, placed closely together.
The D6 Rambler wrote: ↑
Sun May 19, 2019 12:03 pm
Theta focuses just on where the Abbott fell, and watches as Kuzeru checks him..
"We need an entry and exit wound.." he says stoically, focusing..
Rolling Rifle 1/Tactics, Theta looks for an obvious area for a sniper to have been.
Not sure who to inform first, Theta calls order central and tells them, requests backup, but also calls the Star Guard captain from before, to see if orbital resources can scan or has an image of what happened on a satellite.
Any blood spray, he checks its direction, looking for further clues.
The forest and mountains offer too many positions from which a sniper could find concealment.
From the exit wound and spray, the bullet did enter his chest and exited his back.
The calls to central are acknowledged, however the calls to orbit are poor due to bad reception, only every other word can be heard, these are best made at the Monastery or Ship.
The D6 Rambler wrote: ↑
Sun May 19, 2019 12:10 pm
"This is an attack on the Order.. Martel was of the best of us, but what could be the motive here?" Theta confers with the other monks, watching thier faces..
Jeleel, gathering her cloak around her androgynous form, instructor of stealth and disguise, "The hunter becomes the hunted", she says eyes down cast. Jiri, the Armorer, calmly composed, "Old scores to be settled, the war is not quite over." Dylan, the Martial Artist, half introspectively, "An unseen hand moves here, as it does across the whole of the frontier."