[Sorry mate but disallowed. Stasis cells put you in stasis-You are frozen in time. You cant react, your guard is not a man its a Servitor the Master has no non servitor servants, and your armour is not in your cell. And no escape from a capital ship is unopposed >< You'lll need to wait until I can interrogate you to post]

[eeh, rogue? It's quite confusing. Am i now trapped in a medical pod? or am i send to your ship or what?]

This looks interesting so Ill give it a go Sorry to drop in halfway through guys but I'm really bored at the moment.

Character Name: Starstriker
Gender: N/a
Alignment: Neutral. Sees nothing wrong with taking another life as long as it is justified with good reason.
Race: Unknown. Partially android, with human-like appearances most of the time. Can shape-shift due to the nanomites in his body.
Combat Preference: Stealth is key, will study target for days to make his move. Prefers close combat although a crack shot with long range weapons. Has average middle-range weapon abilities and can fight adeptly in a zero-G environment. Feels no pain and has no remorse, but thinks like a human would. Active self-healing ability and better than average strength. Also has the ability to bend time to his will for very brief periods (say enough to dodge a bullet or something )
Personality: Very little is known about him. Only known to originate somewhere in the vicinity of Earth.
Admires: The people that knowingly stand in his way.
Hates: The people who killed his sister, will stop at nothing for revenge.
Weapons: Main is his hidden plasma switchblade, which can cut through anything. Sometimes carries around Xerrol 22X Night-stinger sniper rifle. The rifle is discontinued and banned in most star systems. One of the less than 50 left in the universe he takes great care of it, modifying it whenever he gets the chance. Almost all of his other minor weapons, as well as the plasma blade were made by his late father. His unnamed ship is one of the most elusive in the galaxy, never seen anywhere twice, also created by his father from a crashed fighter near Starstriker's home town. In it he carries a great arsenal of weapons suited for every possible mission he could go into, including the very sidearm that took his sisters life, carelessly thrown aside after the clip had been emptied into her lifeless body. His companion has a wide range of tools, gadgets, and weapons all fashioned his dad. Both him and his drone have special pods carried inside them that contain 7trillion nanomites. They can be programmed to do any task, and controlled with the mind. Lastly is his lightweight armor which appears to be his skin. It is soft to the touch and has most of the traits of skin except is can take lots of punishment. Functioning partially like shields, partly as blaster-armor, it can deflect or absorb most projectiles. More vulnerable to melee weapons or special E.M.P.s, since the nanomites take an active part in it to, both being part of it and repairing it.

Starstriker is a intelligent being, capable of evil, yet avoiding it when possible. His father was a brilliant scientist, mother a nurse at an unknown medical center. His sister was killed at age 9 by a small branch of the Emperors Legion, and his brother may still be alive today. He has a small robotic AI companion capable many things, computer hacking and piloting among them. He has trained himself since 14 and since then has learned very little about his sisters killer. Only that he was an important position when he took the life of a little girl years ago. He knows hes alive today as he sees glimpses of his work everywhere, and once was docked at the same spaceport as him. He couldn't bring himself to kill the man then, but now he would stop at nothing to do it, even if it meant his own life. He has traveled half the galaxy learning many things, and see many unspeakable horrors. Now he has come to the Heraphax system to track down his greatest enemy and destroy him. Little does he know he will meet quite a few new faces before he even begins to accomplish the task, and with that his story begins...

Starstriker easily avoided falling as the civilian transport he was on experienced some turbulence entering the atmosphere of Heraphax VI. A few people standing around him fell to their knees as the ship rocked. He took advantage of the confusion to quickly snag a ID card off a fallen on-board officer, which he knew he would need to get where he was going. He helped the man to his feet and then pulled down his hood. He quickly strode over to his seat and buckled up for the rougher re-entry. He looked down at the tiny screen embedded in my wrist, visible to only him, and saw that XER1, his robotic companion, was already docked planet-side with his ship. He sent him orders to explore the parts of the city he was going to "visit". He watched his progress as the ship came to a slowing halt and prepared to disembark. He gently shoved the slow-walking people out of his way as he set himself off the ship and towards the inner city...

[Ghost youre now in a stasis chamber on Throk Mak Taurs Battleship-Collective. Stasis cells completely freeze your characters in time so you cant do anything until I open them up to interrogate you. I left the gap so that you guys could describe additional things about your characters biology or machinery and things while the biomedic and mechwright Servitors examine them.]

[Close enough ]
The holographic figure of Throk Mak Taur shimmered on a pedestal in front of the Master. Even as the servitors went, he was horrific. A creature that was subjugated by the Master in times long past, Throk Mak Taur was nearly a perfect dozen feet tall, not including the 3 feet long razor sharp spines that coated his back, which while currently sheathed like a cloak, he could raise at will to stand entirely on end. He had four arms, each with three joints that allowed him to twist them into all sorts of complex figures and angles. They were also as thick as the average human. He carried four curved single edged powerswords, and was massively armoured in ornate armour of a strange brass/black hue, and engraved in runes. Throk Mak Taur had come into his service voluntarily, asking only to become 'One of the thinking servants' and to retain his heraldic armour. It had been augmented of course, but for Throk Mak Taur it was enough. The Master had done his induction personally, replacing his bones with adamantite as all servitors were, identifying organs and replacing them with more efficient machines where possible. He hollowed the spines and poured a molten river of quadanium into each so they could withstand the hardest of blows, and cut through armour, flesh and bone as though it were paper. He was proud of Throk Mak Taur, for he had converted nearly his entire race voluntarily to the Master's cause and they made for excellent zero-g and close quarter soldiers.
Throk Mak Taur was speaking. "The human refused to speak with the interface servitors, the elf is now undergoing questioning, with the troll to be questioned next."
<Continue with the interrogations. You will personally interrogate them, and lead the torture should they not see sense. I assume you still have a torturer?>
"Yes master. We have undertaken examinations of the elf's ship, and found little of use on board. There were few items we do not already have improvements or equally efficient counterparts already. The humans is filled with many complex tools and gadgets, but most are of little use to us or our existing models are vastly superior. We have disabled its communications and remote piloting array, as we believe a device in the humans armour to be capable of commanding it. The machine that attempted to assault the boarding servitor who breached the ship is repairable, but appears to be of little use to you Master."
<Take what we can use, and destroy the rest. Should the ship appear to prove to be capable of use as a combat collective, refit it as such. The Claw is on its way?>
"Yes Master, the artifact the human had stolen is now on its way to you with the escort you dictated."
<Excellent. Commence the interrogations, Throk Mak Taur. As always you serve me well.>

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A slightly augmented human sat across from Ghost as he awakened. Seeing him regain consciousness, the being spoke. “Welcome to the fleet of the Master. You will be questioned. Satisfactory answers to our questions will earn you food, drink, and proper rest. Failure will result in your deprivation of these things and torture. You will note that you are unrestrained. Attempted escape or assault will result in my restraining you, or should you defeat me this ship swarms with the Servitors of which one damaged member subdued your friends entire ship in 57 standard seconds. Resistance is futile. ” It appeared to refer some kind of mental checklist. “Your understanding of these facts is unnecessary and unrequired. What is your designation?”
The questioning began.

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In another room the same speech was repeated to Hexar.

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Alexin came to before Throk Mak Taurs indomitable figure in a small but well equipped room, strapped securely and unclothed to a vertical flat laminated surface. Looking around him he saw all kinds of devices of torture, blades, pins, cudgels and probes surround him, and in a worrying case what appeared to be automated scissors. Dimly he could see a cowled figure standing behind the beast in front of him, and two combat servitors in full face helms which glowed dully green through the plexiglass visor, armed with wrist mounted bolters and resting their arm on the pommels of their greatswords, pointed down to the floor. Alexin saw that their blades were at least his own height in length.
The beast in front of him spoke. “You will speak to us, human. You will tell us your name. You will tell us why you sought the claw. You will tell us why you rescued the elf. You will tell us in detail where you are from. You will tell us what augmentations your armour has, knowing that even now our servitors disassemble it to discover its secrets for themselves. You will do the same of your ship, in the same knowledge. You will do this in good faith, to earn your keep and in the interests of swiftness, not need. And you will answer any and all questions we have. Failure...” He emphasized the word, “will not be tolerated. Torture will be initiated. You will continue to be denied nutrition or true rest. Now,” He fingered a delicate looking blade from a table, “Speak.”

[lol rogue, you really have good fantasy ]

Still weakened of all this happening in such a short time, I answered the questions they asked. It all didn't matter anymore for me. I've lost anything, what could i lose more. After the questioning, I got some food. I ate a bit, but not much. Than I was put back to my cell. The door closed and I slowly felt asleep. Sudden I was awake. I tried to move but couldn't. The only thing awake was my spirit. Than I felt a warm glow at my chest. It was my amulet. It became warmer and warmer, and I could feel how the bones in my arm repaired himself. Than, it was over and the warmth faded. I felt asleep again.