The Faceless Master

[profitofrage]

This is the actual Roleplay for the Dark Heresy Game The Faceless Master


The wind howls outside the tightly shut metallic door. Sand can be seen at its edge but otherwise the outside world is completly cut off. The bunker your all in is sleek and minimalistic, the only wires or tubing there is to keep the air circulating and the lights on...the dim lights that still leave shadows clinging to the edges.
The bunker is reminisent of the prefabricated military bunkers dropped by shuttles on a planet for a quick would be defensible position. A black aquila spreads across the floor.

Within are five beds, spread out across the room upon which all of you are laying. You have no memories as to how you got here...only thoughts of what happened before. That large augmented Human....human? The raspy mechanical voice certainly didnt convey humanity.


(begin posting whenever your ready...please only post ounce...when all players have posted...I will post with the posting order.)

EDIT: perception checks have been made for glances around the room e.t.c not detailed searches PMing those who found particulars.

EDIT 2: everyone IS ARMED. your belongings basically being ontop of you or in there various pockets/holders.

[Kiranvonstrom]

Nicolo De Manchenko
Nicolo sat up, holding his head in one of his hands. He was one of those people for which that gesture came naturally; thin, bespectacled with rather thin, black rimmed glasses, and close cropped black hair. His head felt like a narco ganger high on obsura had taken to his head for use as a drum. He shook his head to clear it of thought, readjusted his glasses, and scanned the room.
Barren, standard issue bunker, his training said. Probably dropped in. Unlikely to be weakened by the impact. There were other people sprawled out across the floor, too, apparently in similar states of unconciousness.
After analyzing the room, Nicolo rifled through his coat for his weapons, knowing it was likely not to yield anything. Anyone taking him captive would certainly disarm him. A fool almost certainly couldn't -wouldn't- capture a noble of his standing. (Standing? Did he have standing to speak of anymore?)
Then he remembered the figure. The stylized I. He was in the Inquisition's clutches now. Emperor alone knew what they would do with him.
"Drusus," He muttered with a tinge of high gothic in his voice. "What have I gotten myself into?"
Finding his pistol in its familiar holster, Nicolo relaxed a bit. There was nothing like the relaxing feel of a gun in your hands to put your mind at ease. Perhaps his captors weren't too intelligent after all. He stood up, brushed himself off, and walked over to one of the beds, the one where it would be easiest to get behind it for use as cover if necessary.

profitofrage
Have I been disarmed?

[profitofrage]

Kiranvonstrom
i edited the main post, yes your armed...so is everyone else. you MAY edit your post to reflect this.

[Exthalion]

It was strange, this forty-first millennium. Surrounded by the ruins of an age of unimaginable glory mad it seem even less brilliant, as if the whole galaxy had come in from the bright day and had not had time to let its eyes adjust to the new shadow.

It showed too, in the eyes of people. The trials of humanity were endless, and the life of any one, Well, perhaps there is ONE exception were worthless things to be spent as needed for a greater good.

We are a broken species, a broken people. Then again, am I the same as them? What allegiance do I owe such as these? They would not accept me as there own anymore then they would draw a serpent too their bosom.

Then again, when times are like this even the queen of the Nile embraced the viper. That was a lesson of the galaxy, either you must cope with the grim darkness or you must end.

I for one will not embrace oblivion. There is a higher purpose, a yearning in me for my birthright. The Golden Age of Technology is my right!

Enough grandstanding though; it did little good to preach to yourself. A receptive audience you may be, but equally so was the wall before him.

Ground myself in my environment. Seek the familiar and patterns will form. Make certain you possess the data before attempting to understand it. Make certain to understand it before attempting to act upon it.

With a stretching of his shoulders and a few audible cracks, whether from bone or metal pleasantly undiscerning. Uriel opened his eyes. Glancing around he saw several others in the room with him, along with several examples of technology. The place was spartan, the double headed eagle on the floor was a sign common to the pseudo cult of personality religion most common among the gentis.

He focused on the technology, likely standard issue; but perhaps a rare make, and thus containing another tantalizing secret.


Skill Test: Common Lore (Tech)+10 (Int)
49+10=59
[roll0]

Attempting to analyze the visible machinery for pastern, likely point of manufacture, apparent age, and operating condition. I might be exceeding the skill, I am not certain.

[profitofrage]

Exthalion
The bunker is of munitorium design. Commonly used with the Imperial guard. The bunkers are designed to be carried by dropship and placed on the field of battle as a quickly constructed HQ. This module seems to have seen better days...approx age 10 years. This seems to be the barracks module...containing no communications equipment or indeed anything of importance at all bsides air filtration (vent in the cieling and an external solar array on the cieling to provide power for the doors and filtration system.

and your not really exceeding the skill besides you got a freaking 7

[DaedalusMkV]

Uriah slowly slides out of unconsciousness, the stuffy vagueness of a drugged sleep familiar to him after his weeks in the able hands of the Medicae. Wait... This isn't the Medicae facility. This... With a start, the slightly short, powerfully built Guardsman rolls out of bed and lands on his feet with his combat knife already in hand, settling into a well-drilled knife-fighting stance. Dark of hair and light of eye, Uriah is a bulky figure in his standard-issue Imperial Flak Armour, which is camoflaged in a blend of dark colours. On his back is a heavy Camo-cloak, itself bearing a standard pattern of greens.
He looks around, and slowly relaxes. How did I get here? All I can remember is that somebody told me... I was needed by the Inquisition! With that thought forcing its way through his still foggy mind, Uriah sheaths his knife once more and looks around the room, taking stock of his situation and the bunker's cohabitants. After a few seconds, he bursts out, "Vera!" and quickly scoops up a long-barreled lasrifle with a hefty telescopic scope from its position near his bed, sits down and begins field-stripping the weapon.

Common Lore: Imperial Guard, see what I can tell about this place.
[roll0] Target score is 36, disregarding modifiers.
Also Awareness, if it helps. [roll1] Target score here is 26, again disregarding modifiers.

[profitofrage]

all perception based rolls are done by me :P that way you dont know if you failed them or not.

DaedalusMkV
Youve seen these before, there prefabricated bunkers the imperial guard drop in if building hardened positions is impossible.
You see the tech priest move and jostle but otherwise do little.
You see another man up (the assasin), but obviously having recenlty gotten out of the bed and has just double checked hes armed.

[Miraqariftsky]

GRRREEEAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!

A sudden roar of rage erupts from the recumbent juggernaut as he suddenly bursts into a flurry of motion, leaping out of bed with a crash. He lands upon his feet, a trench combat spade swinging from his left hand, a knife slashing in his right, seeking to spill as much heretic blood as he could ere the mutant mob overwhel...

...and then he stops, stunned. Seeing the markings of the Imperium in the bearing of those around him, the very material of this building, and indeed, with the Aquila staring up at him from the floor, the massive mountain of muscle slowly relaxes his stance but doesn't drop his guard.

Charging the trenches on Sinclair, supporting the Cadians' flank... heavy losses, got cut off... mutant mob... then... a, uh, metal man? Aug'd healer? Wot in the bloody blazes...

...run his thoughts as he returns his knife to its boot-sheath then sets down the heavy-headed sharp-edged shovel against a nearby wall. He breathes in and with feel and with sight makes sure that he is unhurt, that his kit is still about him and that there is no immediate threat from the others in the room.

A single breath that seems somewhere between a growl and a grunt escapes his thick lips as he methodically checks his arms and armour. The standard issue combat blade he knows is in his right boot, the shoestrings still have enough pull for a strangle, in a pinch. Armour straps still itchy, flak plates still too small for his great mass...

He draws the bulky handcannon from its holster on his right thigh, hefting the brutal hunk of ill-crafted metal in one meaty fist. Iron sights, reinforced barrel, heavy body, five-chambered cylinder, hammer, trigger, grip, spare shots at his belt. He then slapped it back home then repeated the review by rote with the laspistol holstered at his left hip and an assault rifle and double-barreled shotgun backslung at either shoulder. All the while, he paces like a caged and nauseous tiger, keeping up a steady stream of muttered invectives and epithets from barracks the galaxy over.

Though his muscles move with practised ease, the mind behind those deep brown eyes churns furiously while still keeping up his guard, should these others pose an immediate threat... Sain' Barth's balls! Where the bloody hell am I? Are we...? Plascrete? Air raid shelter? Barracks? The mission! Is the squad alright? Wonder how the folks at home are doing... Agh, gaddammet, man, focus! Huh... lookit these other buggers... Guard, sniper... princeling with a pistol... iron man...

He finishes reassembling his autogun, then pats the scabbard at his side with a wistful smile... then blinks in surprise to find that the sword he had left home with was still there, whereas last he knew of it, it was hilt-deep stuck in the belly of a beast of the Warp. Snorting with satisfaction, the dark-skinned Guardsman in a camoflage cloak of shades of brown hefts his autogun, leans back against the nearest wall and smirks ever so slightly, settling back to wait for the others and see what can be seen, know what can be known before he makes his own move...


Eh, might as well...
Perception/Awareness? [roll0]
Common Lore? [roll1]

[profitofrage]

Ounce again everyone. standard awarness tests :) are done automatically by me in secret. This is to avoid the "i rolled a 99 on my awareness test....there must be something i didnt see.. MY CHARACTER DUCKS AND HIDES" e.t.c :P you only need to say "ill take an awarness test, or i search the room" :P no need to roll.

Nexus-R.C._Mina
You recognise that the place is imperial design, there bunkers used by the military and youve seen them around before. Besides that you know little else about them.
as for awareness, you notice the other people in the room are all armed..but dont seem to appear hostile. You also notice the vent in the cieling can probably fit someone smaller up into and out of the bunker..if the grates can be removed.

[huyche]

Ethan was gradually waking up from his narcotic-induced sleep.
Regular breathing came with a strain in the first few minutes. The muscles and joints felt stiff and unresponsive. The mouth was dry and had a particular unpleasant aftertaste in it. And the headache... lets just leave it at that. Overall, he felt woozy and bruised, like after the full night of celebrating his first successful operation.

'Have I had one drink too many the day before?', - he wondered. But swept these thoughts aside, as, suddenly, several indistinct images started flooding into his mind: a hulking robed figure in the alley; a feeling of concealed threat coming from it; it uttering something with a grating voice, followed by a sharp nip of pain in the back of the neck; then oblivion.

'So it wasn't me getting drunk into unconsciousness after all. I've been drugged!' An unexpected idea popped up. He rose up a little from the bed and pinched himself.
'Aha! Fascinating.' Somehow, he was sure, all of the after-effects added up and fit M99 perfectly.

Then Ethan's eyes widened and a scowl formed on his face. 'Damn it, Mira! How did I let this happen to me and left her alone?!'
'No, wait, calm down - she had decided she needed some personal time the day that thing attacked me. She is a quick girl and, ultimately, the devil looks after his own. Heh, besides, the little fox knows about my stash in the wall crack... and will figure out how to open it, eventually.'

'Anyway, now I know the "how" of my capture. Need to think of the "why".'

With that Ethan scanned his immediate surroundings. 'At least there is light and I'm not behind the bars,' he thought chuckling. Beside the bed he found the backpack with all of the equipment intact, as well as his weapons: a sword sheathed at the left hip and a pistol holstered at the other.

Surprisingly, he was not alone. The room he was in housed another 4 people and so he began to study them.

'This must be other unfortunate lot noted by our mysterious captors. Still, doesn't tell much of their intentions.'

'"Drusus",' he mentally cringed. 'I sincerely hope there isn't anyone among them that will bother me with religious jabber.'

As Ethan heard someone exclaim "Vera", he turned his head and gave the man a quizzical look.

Eventually, overwhelmed by fatigue, he stretched on the bed again, arms folded behind his head.
'So, how you people had the luck to end up here?' Ethan asked, when finally decided to break the silence.

It is hard to judge Ethan's stature from the sitting position, roughly half a head below the average height. Trim body, as far as you can tell with the trench coat he is wearing, bronze skinned, with light-brown, curled, backswept hair; ruddy cheeks, hard brown eyes, straight nose and full lips on a face, unshaven for almost a week.


What kind of a door does this room have?

I guess, I'll be posting the last.

Edit: fixed some typos and combed the post a bit.

[profitofrage]

huyche

M99 is a type of drug that Ethan has succesfully discerned.

as for the door it is a sliding automatic thick metalic door with the Aquila painted across it in black. There appears to be no locking mechanism on it. ts the kind you expect to go whoosh then slam shut.


Also you may now post unrestricted for a little while. let you guys RP with each other check out your team.

[Kiranvonstrom]

Nicolo De Machenko
Nicolo cast his gaze over the others in the room. A tech priest, some sort of insane man-mountain, a guardsman, and some man he couldn't identify off the top of his head. These were, he reflected, not the best of cell mates. Certainly not the worst, however.
"Calm down, will you? None of us are going to shoot you. I haven't been paid, the guardsman likely hasn't been ordered, but I can't be sure of the techpriest," or the other one, he added silently. He flicked the pistol out of it's holster, and checked the clip. Satisfied that the gun was loaded, he returned it to its holster.
More devout men than he might have been praying at this time, but Nicolo had never seen the use of it. On Malfi, people generally only started praying after they knew you were after them. It seemed the others were of similar opinion. One of them had almost snorted when he said Drusus. He might not be fond of the Ecclesiarchy, (It was hard to be fond of holy men after you knew they died just the same as everyone, but with considerably more pleading) but that might be taking it a bit far. The Ecclesiarchy doesn't do it for some people, He supposed.
"Would anyone who gets the Inquisition's attention actually answer that question?" He said to the fair-haired one. That's right, De Machenko, a small part of his mind said, keep secrets. It runs in the blood. Where else are the Machenko fortunes from?

[Miraqariftsky]

"Far as I ken, this ain't nei'r tha halls of the ancestors nor the palace of the Emp'rer" drawls the juggernaut standing at one wingtip of the Aquila on the floor. His finger rests readily across the trigger guard, his left hand slowly caressing the barrel and the loaded curving magazine.

"I thought I'd bloody frakken died. Banite 44th, puttin' down a her'tic 'bellion on Sinclair's trenches. Last thing I 'member's gotten me blade hilt deep in some munte's ribs, then got swarmed by 'is buddies. Then there was a boom... gren'd er mor'r, I reckon" he continues, jaw drawing tight. "Unless ye count some sorta white light an' a man o' iron wi' a burnin' red eye..."

"...a frakken armoured aug'd CYCLOPS, wearin' a robe of WORDS an' totin' a bolter"

Baring his teeth at the oh-so-reconcilliatory princeling, the black juggernaut spits bitterly. "Y'eva 'ad years-long c'mrades go rabid-mad an' start shootin' up tha place...?"

Brother? No. I... have NO... brother.

"...an' I don't know none o' ye. Yet. Or las' thing ya real 'member's fightin' tooth an' nail 'gainst a mob o' muties an' gettin' grenaded... then wakin' up elsewheres all fine an' dandy wi' a buncha frakken strangers an' no idea iffen tha Fort..." And then suddenly he snarls and spits again.

"We're 'ere. As the Emp'rer wills. An', wot-now? Inqvisihin?"

[profitofrage]

For everyone who saw the tall dark metalic figure...here is a picture of the character (No art is my own)
Imagine the back mechanical arm things arnt there
http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p7/idropbows/crap/inquisitor.jpg

[Kiranvonstrom]

"Interestingly, yes," Nicolo suspected that that that wasn't the answer the guardsman was looking for, but it was the truth. Besides the rigours of training, which some people apparently couldn't take, there had also been his ... the bodyguards. To be fair, he had probably caused that. He had done what he had to there, though.
Nicolo noted Ethan's response with some intrest. On Malfi, that was tantamount to a threat, by a person who didn't know conventions, no less. Here, he was prepared to give him the benefit of the doubt. The guardsmen seemed to be quite similar, enthused about killing heretics and lacking something in terms on intellect and social graces. Nicolo wasn't smart, but he was raised by people who were. The techpriest still seemed to be a mystery, though.

[DaedalusMkV]

The stocky Guardsman continues stripping his weapon, his lips moving in a subvocalized chant, while the others talk and threaten. He looks up for a moment when the Feral roars and jumps out of bed, but quickly goes back to work. Finally, he finishes and lays the individual parts of the lasgun out in front of him, then turns back to the group. "I ain't got orders to shoot no-one. 'Course, command's pretty bad about tellin' me not to when the Emp'rer tells me I should... Erm. I'm Specialist Stane, 9th Abraxian Infantry Regiment, 11th Company, Sniper Division. Stationed on Gra... No, wh'ever this bunker is, I 'spose. Judgin' by the person who brought me here, now on special detach'ment to the Inquisition." Stane's Low Gothic is heavily accented with the twang remarkably common to farmers all across the galaxy. With this, a massive grin appears on his face. "The Inquisition! Reckon that means fightin' Heretics and Purgin' the Xeno-monsters! By Him on Terra, He must be smilin' on me today!" Finally, he pulls a small box of tools out of one of his pockets, and begins cleaning his weapon. "Let my hand wipe the grime from your perfect form, May you purify with your bolts of light." Unlike his Low Gothic, Stane's High Gothic wouldn't be out of place in the Courts of Terra itself, though it has the distinct archaic form of a memorized litany rather than fluent speech.

[huyche]

And so the "why" was revealed to him. 'As if things weren't bad enough, the Inquisition was involved. That is just freaking perfect. The only thing to top it off would be sending us on some kind of suicide mission as the proverbial cannon fodder.'

Noting his exclusion from the list of people with no potential murderous intent for whatever reasons, Ethan added: 'Ah, you lot have absolutely nothing to worry about on my part. I'm 100% harmless. Why would anyone want to capture me is beyond my understanding', with mirth in his voice.

'Well, at least I have no doubts for why you are here.'

From what he could tell, the giant man was the straightforward type, if loud, but not immediately dangerous. Neither Ethan had any reasons for feud with the hitman.
The other, more calm guardsman was too busy flirting with his loved one. Looking at the two, Ethan didn't want to imagine what transpired between them when they were alone.
But the techpriest filled Ethan with a sense of unease, as all his kind had given him was trouble.

'Nice to meet you, 'Specialist Stane'', stated Ethan, the slightest hint of parody in his voice when pronouncing the last part. Looking everyone over again he added pompously: 'You, can call me Ethan.'


The second remark was directed to Nicolo

Edit: quotes, quotes everywhere!

[Miraqariftsky]

All the princeling Nicolo gets from the sable savage is a long nod and even longer frown at his answer.

"RAH-hahahaha!" the juggernaut gives vent to a bellow of laughter at the words of he who calls himself 'Ethan'.

His mirth dies down to a low, hard-edged chuckle. "HEH. Heh. Heh. Eh single tiny mosquito can gives grown man fever 'nuff to kill with much pain. A mouse bites yer neck in the night or ****s in yer pott'ry, ye do nuthin' 'bout it an' yer dead. 'Ow 'bout sumfink all know of, say... a serpent. Is small, but kill ye good with teeny bite. Flower smell good? You be good too much, yer dead. In some places where daemons once had walked, grass is not grass, blades are blades indeed--- needle sharp and thirst blood yours"

The chuckle stops, the mouth twitches into a savage smirk. "Nuthin's 'armless, bub. HEH. E'en w'en ye take away bugger's weap'ns an' cut izz arms off ta make it 'armless', still ain't HHarmless"

"Heh. Right" the sable savage snorts as he says, "N'un fancy like Mista Gunny Priesty Stane yurnder. Just ol' Troop'r Adti Urpna, ferm tha Forty-Fourth Banite Irreg'lars. Praise th' Hammer-Father."

[huyche]

After a drawn-out sigh, Ethan fidgets on the bed for a while to find a comfortable position and dozes off.

He will be listening to the subsequent conversations with half an ear

[profitofrage]

everyone
i have to go to bed im very sleepy.
This means that posts are restricted (i.e make just ONE MORE post at max.) ill be on all day tomorow.

[Kiranvonstrom]

Nicolo raised an eyebrow. Apparently the Feral wasn't as dumb as he had previously seemed.
Let's see, his training said, A guardsman infantry 'specialist', a feral who wasn't as stupid as he seemed, a techpriest and a liar with something to hide. Not who I would trust, De Machenko. I wouldn't turn your back to Ethan. The specialist he could probably trust, likely because he didn't seem to be too intelligent, or like the feral, was faking it well. As to the feral...well, if he stayed out of his way, he would be fine.
"As a matter of curiosty, does anyone here speak High Gothic?" Nicolo asked, in near-flawless Malifian High Gothic. It would be good to check. As the guardsman replies, Nicolo smirks. Apparently he wasn't the only one fluent in High Gothic.
"The Cameoline guy? Yeah, I saw him. He could navigate Malfi, too, and that's an achievement," Noticing the Stane's gaze, Nicolo keeps his face carefully blank, running off of years in Malfi's courts.
Antigonus Balodrin is our inquisitor! Oh, my!

[DaedalusMkV]

Stane continues his rituals of maintenance, but the subvocalized chanting stops and he continues the conversation. "Never heard a truer thing in m'life, Trooper. The moment y'think the enemy's weak'n harmless is the moment he sneaks up behind you and shoots you in th' head. Won't be makin' that mistake again." He doesn't take his eyes off of his work, his hands moving surely and mechanically to maintain his beloved weapon. "I doubt the Inquisition would make a mistake on somethin' like this, though. If'n we're here, I reckon there's a good reason for it." He is silent for a minute, then asks, "You said y'saw an aug'd cyclops? Did anyone else see th' other one? Shorter, visor'd and dressed in Chameleoline? I ain't never seen that much blend-cloth in one place before." He seems to just add this on at the end, but anyone paying close attention would notice that his gaze is now wandering about the room, settling on each of its occupants in return and watching for a reaction. Though he seems absorbed in his work, Stane has been paying close attention to the other occupants of the room since he woke.

Stane pauses shortly after Nicolo asks his question, looking up. After a few seconds of what seems to be deep thought, he replies, "To the Honor of the Emperor, I have been Granted the Holy Tongue to Speak to His Glories. Thine Words are not all Known to me, but I Comprehend Thy message." Again, his High Gothic is archaic and slow, but flawlessly perfect in timbre and pronunciation.

[Exthalion]

Having been quite for a time the Techpriest replies:

"Glory to the Emperor, and to all the Saints, for all mankind,
As it was in the beginning, both now and always, and to the ages of ages. Amen."

Strictly speaking, he did not know the language. It was performed in the singsong cant of a liturgy as opposed to unconcerned ease of fluency. However, he knew basic pieces, he didn't remember from where, but the language was interesting.

Binary was a much more practical tongue, but sadly had not become the lingua franca of mankind.

In low gothic, which sounded at once heavily accented as well as archaic and formalized, "Might I suggest we cease this haphazard way of doing things and proceed more logically?

We were gathered for our skill sets to perform a mission. I would suggest we familiarized ourselves with each other, one at a time and in full. We should then gather data about our environment. Then speculate on why we are here and what we are too do.

Else we shall be as blind men being led by the blind. Or the one eyed man as the case may be."

He almost seemed to chuckle at that.

[profitofrage]

Ok people im back, posts are unrestricted.

[profitofrage]

While the unaware men were chatting away in the bunker about there odd predicament. Outside far more was going on. The harsh desert sands of the feral world Volonx blew unopposed, the grey metal bunker the only decernable landmark for miles. The heavy footsteps faded away as the wind covered the tracks. Standing at the door was the tall augmented figure, pressing the inquisitional I the door creeked and slide open suddenly.

Casual and uncaring the figure stepped into the room filled with tense cautious people. They had woken up exactly as planned...at least none of them had turned violent.
"my name is not for you all to know...my code name is Burnt Rose...call me as such" the disturbing voice echoed out for all to hear. It was synthesised, perhaps disguised? a menacing quality etched into it.

In This 'Burnt Rose's hand was a woman, fair in appearance as well as complection. She had dark hair and the scar across her eye was the only imperfection...that and the common rags covering her. She was tied up and gagged. Ounce the door closed behind Burnt rose the captive being dragged was promptly dropped on the floor, the women letting out a notable squeek. In Burnt Rose's off hand was what was immistakably a bolt pistol, more threatening however were the two barrel fed autoguns held onto her back beside some sort of backpack.

"im sure you all have questions....im here to tell you I dont care for them....My master is in need of a new team of inquisitional acolytes...and you have all been selected due to your skills...knowledge...or lack thereof. As i said..I am Burnt Rose..and I am your superior...now tell me...who here does not wish to serve the Emperor and his most holy Ordo's?" were the final words spoken before a great silence.


all players

OK techpriest, the 'backpack' Burnt rose is carrying is most CERTAINLY a power pack designed for use with power armor yet it is clear said figure is not wearing any. you also determine that the amount of augmentation on this individual is shocking, almost as if entirely augmetic.
Ethan you recognise the cheap type of fabric the captive is wearing (not mira) its definably what you see in most underhive locals.
to the feral Guardsmen, Burnt Rose is covered in what you recognise as Purity seals, youve seen them before on the preists that no doubt would have "checked your level of faith" when you joined up.
To the Sniper, the autoguns on her back have rediculously large drum magazines but are otherwise a standard issue autogun with a few minor adjustments to account for the drums.
To the assasin, you can tell that the boltpistol she has isnt the delicate showroom kind you see in glass cases in the upper parts of the spire..this thing is dirty and well worn in battle.
posting restriction till everyone reacts to this.

[Exthalion]

Crossing and flattening his finger, Uriel looked at the Inquisitor from just over his hands, a tone of board detachment present. His face would have been resting on his index fingers had it been any farther forward.

"In a philosophical sense, I don't desire anything. I am not even an entity which had prior existence, and even in the course of this statement a thing called I has been created and destroyed anew more times then can be counted.

Mistress Burnt Rose, you ask us the wrong question. If we wish or do not wish to serve the Emperor and the Orders of His Holy Inquisition doesn't matter. The question is if we are going to. That is the only choice left to us. We can no more chose what it is we wish then we may change the whole of our past with a thought.

Moreover, we do not even have that choice. Our existence in the past defines an object in the four dimensions of Materium time/space. Our future is also so defined. What we have done and what we will do represents a complete history already laid out. The illusion of choice exists only as a flaw in our perception.

To tell you what you wish to know, I will serve. Before even I began to speak the reality that I would say that was already an immutable fact. Only now that our perception has advanced to it does it appear to have happened.

Do not then attempt to intimidate us or give over to frustration. What will happen is already done.

"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,"

In this there is much comfort, for the will of the Emperor is done, and his victory already complete. We carry out the motions which must proceed Him in full knowledge that our success or failure detracts from His plan not at all."

Despite the lecture like content there was no mocking or patronizing in his tone. He spoke like one who cares not for even what he is saying, but speaks because he is compelled or inclined.

[DaedalusMkV]

Short moments before the door opens, Stane is finishing the Litany of Completion, bolting the barrel of his Long-Las in place. As the door slides open, the bulky Guardsman swiftly reaches out and rams one of his Power Packs into the weapon, readying it for use once more. Seeing the familiar augmented figure enter the room, the Specialist jumps to his feet and stands at attention, watching and listening carefully. The air of military discipline is entirely ruined by the grin that begins to creep across his face.
He listens raptly through the figure's short, disinterested speech, though his smile begins to fade as the Tech-priest's long, difficult and philosophically opaque lecture dominates the room. Finally, he speaks up, "I live for the Emperor, and will follow His Divine Will in all things." He speaks slowly and carefully, and some of his usual accent disappears from his voice with an obvious effort. Nonetheless, it remains quite noticable, especially to those who have been listening to his speech recently. "I will obey the orders of your master, 'Burnt Rose'."

[huyche]

He still somehow managed to have a snooze with all the trampling and bellowing of the mammoth-like guardsman.

Ethan woke up at the sound of the door sliding and grinding the sand in the process, then opened one eye to take a peek at who had come to pay them a visit.
'No rest for me today', he muttered, sighing loudly.

Ethan glanced at the gagged girl and said with ill-concealed distaste in his voice: 'You, inquisitors. .... ..'

He listened through the speech with a highly distrustful expression on his face.
'Pff, there goes the obvious. Captured by some obscure machine-people. Working for the Inquisition. Thinly veiled threats of termination otherwise. And running with a bunch of fanatics, no less.'
With disheartened submissiveness he voiced what was on his mind: 'I don't really have much of a choice, do I?'
'We'll have a talk later. With you, sadistic bucket-o-bolts and your pimp with a kidnapping fetish', Ethan convinced himself.

Commenting on the techpriest's long-winded speech, Ethan remarked: 'Wow, thats some blue streak you had there, man. First time I see metal-man hitting on metal-fem, but it looks like your skills aren't enough to melt this iron lady.'

'What is this?..', asked Ethan, pointing a finger at the girl sprawled on the floor. 'Doesn't look much more... skillful or knowledge...able than other common folk... peppering the streets', he finished, imitating the toneless voice of Burnt Rose.


As Nicolo said "Lord Burnt Rose", Ethan glanced over him, hemmed and shook his head. His expression clearly read: 'You, my friend, are hopeless.'


'I by no means wanted to insult our almighty 'employers',' elaborated Ethan.

'Simply pointed out the futility of the priest's weak-willed philosophic ramblings. He had to shoot his load, even if it was so very obvious anyway. He just had to. Oh, wait, he didn't have a choice, according to him.'


from now on, I'll be less reserved in the choice of language, as apparently its fine
blue streak is the underhive term(lol) for verbal diarrhea

Edit: DAMN YOU, QUOTES, get inside the tags!

[Kiranvonstrom]

"You ask us, Lord Burnt Rose, as if we had a choice. You have been testing us since we have been here, and the presence of escape routes in this bunker confirms it. If I did not wish to serve the Inquisiton, you would likely find me dying out there," Or dead by your hand, Nicolo adds silently.
Everyone else seemed to be responding as could be expected, the tech priest gave a long, philosophical, if somewhat unnecessary speech, Stane once more proved enthusiastic for killing things, and the other one, who called himself Ethan, seemed to be taking pains to insult their new employer. Nicolo would have sighed.
In the back of his mind, Nicolo briefly wondered what happened to the last team, and decided not to ask.

[Miraqariftsky]

fkshhh-kk!

Suddenly slide ope', doors of steel and steam
Speech within is stilled, the men's eyes turning
And there strides in, the figure from that dream
The red eye burns, bearer's great guns gleaming

Adti Urpna, the barbarian Guardsman
Swings swift the RATAT-spear ever-ready
No thought needed, one are man and weapon
Finger on the trigger, aim is steady

Aug'd cyclops and captive in his sights
Surprise's moment passed... and then he thinks
Recalls the doom un-met... and the dream's lights
Slowly lowers his gun and then he blinks

Fist rises in salute, then slams on chest
"My sword strikes only fer th'Emperor's best"

[profitofrage]

The figure in the doorway was well trained, Burnt Rose stood there and waited for the no doubt frustrated probably scared individuals in the room to say there lot. It was a pity the Tech priest and the underhiver had SO much to say.

"Im Afraid Mech-Write that your gibberish is best spent conversing with mechine Spirits....because while i owe them my life..my faith is based firmly in the Ecclisiarchy." The figure said before turning to the Soldiers.
"I never for a moment expected anything less from the Imperiums soldiers."
Then Burnt Rose turned to Ethan...who had been so...vocal.
"Understand quickly underhive scum...your humor is falling upon the wrong ears...and to insult the man who will likely unjam your weapons is dangerous if you ask me."
Burnt Rose then leant down to untie the women laying on the ground, no sooner had she done it that the girl took off and ran behind Nicolo. She was positivly frightened. clinging to the man in order to hide from Burnt Rose.

"Noble...i would have thought you to be thankful...when we collected you there was a rather large number of people wishing you dead."
When Burnt Rose was done adressing each of the new team a data slate was taken out from a side pocket and tossed into the Tech-Priests grasp.
"Upon that is a map of the sorrounding desert..marked is the next bunker...You are to take that women...and get her to the bunker safely....There are several other teams carrying rations out in the desert...and they have all been told to kll her...they will kill you if nessisary."
Burnt Rose begins to walk our of the bunker.
"Consider this your field test...good luck gentlemen" was all The figure said before leaving the bunker. The doors whooshed shut and the distinct sound of a hover craft whirring its engines could be heard...as could the sounds of it getting distant very quickly.


"OH by the emperor thank him its gone....i thought it was going to kill me like it did the others...." The women said regaining her composure and stepping away from the assasin with a gentle blush across her cheeks.
"We have to get to the bunker quickly...i saw the other teams...they will be heading this way..."


everyone
NO post restrictions. OK your on your own now.
Objectives thus far - get captive to the bunker dsplayed on the data slate
there are "teams" trying to kill her and you from the looks of it. From the looks of the map ( looks like a screen shot from orbit zoomed in) it will probably take a full day and night to get there...assuming you want to march the whole distance..and dont get slowed down by the rough terraign of the desert.

http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff331/profitofrage/map.jpg?t=1296180423

thats the basic map if you want to know the landmarks, otherwise its desert...desert all around.

[Kiranvonstrom]

Nicolo silently looked behind him as the woman hid behind him, with his eyebrows nearly at his hairline.
Inside his head, he ran over Burnt Rose's remarks. It would appear that House Machenko was still after him. Apparently being kidnapped by the Inquisition didn't change his status as a man wanted by one of the sector's great houses. Not that he had expected it to. However, He would wish the assassins luck finding him, though. He was *this* close to going fully underground; new name (and papers), new past, new face.
Nicolo wasted no time in drawing his knife and prying open the grate he had seen earlier with it, after checking it for traps of some kind. The faster they got out of here, the better. He turned to the rest of the team.
Search (untrained perception), if possible. Should I roll that?
"Okay, we don't have much time. Adti, can you fit in there? The faster we get out of here the better. Tech-father, what does the map say? How close are we to our destination?" Nicolo quickly fires off the questions, using what he knew of team-based (and the team) operations to formulate a plan. He figured the guardsman, as burly as he was, should be able to survive an ambush if there was one after they left the building.
There was something about the woman that bothered him though. Resolving not to turn his back on her on the spot, Nicolo quickly ran his eyes over the rest of the team he was now paired with. Two, apparently trigger happy guardsmen, a techpriest that waxed philosophical and a man who insisted he was completely harmless. And him, a noble assassin that was possibly the most moral person in his family. This had so many opportunities to go bad.

[profitofrage]

Youll require a str test to open the grate.

i rolled for you to speed things up (hope you dont mind)
and you passed with 2 degrees of success...nice.


The grate pulls off its hinges rather easily having been pried open with the blade. There appears to be nothing blocking the vent system but a fan that collapsed when you tugged on the grating. It appears as if the vent goes all the way to the roof although you strapping lads will need to make a contortionist test (agillity test) or get stuck, the women could probably get in with ease.

"I could fit...i used to hide in the vents in the underhive...some tight squeezes.....i know how the door opens from the other side to...theres this thing..she pressed it" The women spoke out, no doubt in a hurry to leave this aweful place.

"Im sorry sirs...i probably shouldnt speak out of place...my names Ash by the way.." she continues meekily

[Exthalion]

"Far enough that we will have to deal with this other cortege. I can go longer without rest then you, but at standard human speed I estimate thirty six plus or minus twelve hours.

I suggest we forsake this position. Our opposition possesses supplies while we lack them. Based on this map data, I believe our best stratagem should be to eliminate this kill team and acquire their weapons and consumables.

What are the long range capabilities of all of you? I am not well armed. Due to our enemies target of this girl, I propose she and at least one bodyguard stay here. The others should prepare an ambush for our pursuers.

What say you guardsmen?"

[DaedalusMkV]

Stane listens to the hulking Inquisitorial agent quietly, but this time there is no smile, and as the mission is laid out his mouth droops downward into a heartfelt grimace. Damned escort mission, and not a heretic in sight? Nonetheless, as Burnt Rose makes to leave the Guardsman quickly salutes (it?her?eh). "Orders understood, Sir! We won't let y'down." After the doors close, Stane turns to the deathly frightened young woman. "Don't you worry, little miss. Just keep calm and be careful and we'll get you t'the bunker n'one piece." He pats her on the shoulder with one large gloved hand, then walks to the side of the Tech-priest and begins studying the map on the data-slate.

He turns his head shortly at Niccolo's comment, then looks back at the slate and replies, "I'm no expert on deserts, but it looks like we're at least a day away. Lots'a open ground 'tween here'n there, though. Might be best to take a roundabout route, find ourselves a good place to hunker down for a couple'a hours of sleep 'fore headin' out for the final approach." Seeing that the Noble has already pried open the ventilation shaft, Stane grins again. "That's smart thinkin', friend. We can send somebody up top to cover our exit. Anyhow, I reckon we've got two choices if'n we want to do this right. Up north is a big ol' rock outcroppin', looks like it could hide and shelter the lot of us. Or, we can head out west, looks like there's a fair bit of cover out that way too. Both routes are about the same distance." As he talks, Stane begins stripping off his camo-cloak, wadding it up into a tight package and tying it off with a rope. The grey-brown camo of his flak armour and uniform are a slightly better fit for the desert sands, though he's regretful to lose the extra covering the cloak provides.
In reply to the Tech-priest's question, Stane grins and pats his long-las. "Thirty-six confirmed fatalities, most of 'em never knowing 'till they found themselves meetin' the Emp'rer's Divine Judgement. If the enemy give me a target, Vera'n I will send them to meet the rest."

[Exthalion]

"I should like to point out that removing that grate as you have is a desecration. Its machine spirit may be small and quiescent, but it will still have to be propitiated for this.

I would also like to remind you that you should not take pleasure or any pride save professional in killing these opponents. They are humans just as we, and it is not given to us to restore life that has been taken.

The eastern route is to be avoided I think. The canyon would be an excellent place to be ambushed. Keep in mind that any deviation from a direct course will also lengthen the time required.

Now, if we are all done planning for the distant future, may we focus on the immediate? We must neutralize the threat posed to us by the nearby kill team. I propose ambush. Does anyone have a better plan or a relevant objection?

Moreover, in the future, can we try to keep conversations on point when matters of life and death are concerned? Speculation about what we will do later requires that there be a later."

[profitofrage]

Exthalion
i rolled a common lore (tech) test for you which you passed by 5. not degrees :P just 5

Anyway, you can tell that the door must be automatic from what you saw of it, only a few possibilities come to mind. 1) theres a sensor you cannot see?
2) Burnt Rose had some kind of specal proximity key that opens it. Though that would be over complicated for a machine with such a simple machine spirit.
or 3) the most likely, is that the key pad on this side of the bunker has been removed or replaced somewhere else.

You also passed a perception test, there is a small panel beside the door that has been bolted, its out of place with the other side of the door and there would be no reason for the small square patch to be there. You assume that behind it is no doubt circutry you can probably access.

[Kiranvonstrom]

"Excellent. Stane, could you head up there, and I'll follow you. Ash, you said you saw the kill teams. What were they composed of?"
Nicolo draws the ripper pistol, which looks vaguely like a long barreled, thick stub automatic with a red dot laser sight attached. It's matte black finish seems to radiate deadliness.
Nicolo briefly shows a vampiric smile, and his face reverts to it's former emotionlessness. Control, de Machenko. Control, He chided himself. There was no need to let his companions see to much of him. Hi...other people might become monsters. Nicolo didn't intend to.
"Okay, let's go. Stane, I'll cover you when I get up there," Nicolo says, preparing to squeeze up the duct once Stane has gotten up.

[huyche]

'Screw these metal-people, pretending to bicker, then standing by each other at the end of the day.'

This ****'s definitely hilarious. Earlier he had imagined the captors might pit them to fight against each other in some kind of arena for their amusement. But that was before they turned out to be Inquisition. Now, they're the Inqusition's pet gladiators, just on a larger scale and in a more complex game. What an irony!

Upon Rose's exit he spoke out: 'Finally, some action. Thought I was going to have a dreadfully dull debate with the techpriest on the fallacy of his beliefs.'

Then mentally commented on Nicolo's words. 'Looks like we got ourselves a self-nominated leader, he even sounds rather confident, maybe I should let him boss me around for now.'

He carefully considered the priest's words. Setting up an ambush is a decent tactic, but one that can be easily turned against the attackers. Our main weakness is the lack of knowledge of the surrounding terrain, disregarding several landmarks shown on the map. The weakness that our opponents don't have, as they had the opportunity to cross the desert to our bunker, at least.
Ethan then started reminisce about the time when he had to pay a visit to Dirty Gob and got carelessly caught in an ambush.

When Ash introduced herself, Ethan approached her and declared, with a reassuring smile: 'Oh, hello there. Ethan.' A hand outstretched, waiting for Ash to shake it.
'I assume you were a part of the previous team to take part in these games?'
Her answer made him wondering whether she was telling the truth.
'Why do you think the Inquisition would abduct such charming gal as yourself in the first place?'
'Sadly, I guess you are just an incentive, something to encourage us play our part of the game and the opposition's. But don't be afraid, we'll get you out safe. I will protect you personally.'
'Though, I'm almost definitely sure what the Inquisition will do to you after our merry little test is over.' he added to himself.
'Oh, and what others were you referring to, when mentioned Rose killing some people?'

After the introductions, whistling, Ethan proceeded to rummage through his backpack. Shortly, announced by an "Aha", he pulled out some kind of device. Still whistling merrily, he came up to the grate in the ceiling, fully ignoring the others gathered around.
One eye closed and the tip of his tongue pulled out, Ethan aimed the device into the opening. With a quiet clank, it shot a hook, that firmly attached itself in the wall of the duct, followed by a length of rope.
Then Ethan pressed a button on the grapnel and started ascending into the hole. After successful entry, he extracted the hook and stored the device in one of the pants' pockets.
'If I don't come back in 15 minutes - consider me croaked!' he said, while re-emerging from the ventilation duct, and moved on, laughing.

[Miraqariftsky]

From their new superior officer's entrance and exit comes glimpses of scathing winds and lashing sands of the desert beyond their doubtable redoubt. The sable savage smiles and snorts as the 'aug'd cyclops' leaves them with their mission...

...heh. Slap on s'mountains 'ere an' rivers there, swamps and jungles thereabouts, 'twould be just like home.

The juggernaut grunts as he considers his new teammates' various words and then chimes in himself as he walks up to look at the grate then goes over to the sliding doors. "Could force meself up a vent if'n need ta, but I dun't think it be practical, at me size.

Uhgreed there, priest. That ambush idea's good... but if we hole up here, it mebs more defensible, bu' they c'd swarm us, bring they's numbers ta bear. But if we 'xecute ett good, we'd ha' some loot ta use an' be worryin' a mite bit less. Got me sum decent range-an'-rate wid this 'ere auto. Y'all a-gimme th' centre p'sition. I be the big ol' distraction fer them othe' kill teams, I hold their fire, pin 'em down wi' this 'ere bullet hose, an' y'all pop 'em off"

Nearing the automatic doors, Adti Urpna pauses and says, "Three moure things 'bout this 'ere place. Sure, we could ambush them killers, but keep y'all in mind, our mission's ta get th'girl to yon othe' place quick-like... Soon as we can, we need ta ditch this hole--- if 'ny foe gets past me an' unloads into 'ere with auto or with grenade... izz vurry bad. Out there's desert, keep y'all in mind--- varmints, beasties an' ambushers c'd hide in the sand, 'ware ta keep yer weap's clear o' sand. Desert night-cold CAN kill, so's need shelter fer a' least one sleep. Noon-heat's tha wurst, we leg it in tha hours o' shade an' night"

Fixing 'Ash' with gimlet eyes, he growls at her in his best imitation of a 'comforting tone'. "You. Ash-girl. Ye don't look much too burnt. Stay that way. Keep yer 'edd low an' stay tha bloody frakken hell outta any firin' fields. Stay wid tha Padre there, 'e'll be good ta ye. Ya got that?"

[DaedalusMkV]

Stane nods to the bodygloved Noble. "Sounds like a plan. It's a bit of a tight fit, but I'm bettin' I can make it." He leaves the balled-up camo cloak on a bed and starts moving to the vent, just in time to see Ethan step in and start climbing up. "By the Emp'rer, does that man have a deathwish? I'll try to get up there and support him. Frak it, I was supposed to get to take this slow..." He sqeezes himself into the vent, his rifle held in front of him. Just like wormin' my way through the forest... No need to worry... I ain't gettin stuck... Stane tries to reassure himself, but the bulk of his body and Flak armour make the tight ventillation system tough going.


[roll0] Vs an Agility of 33, halved and then with whatever bonuses or penalties you see fit. Stane will keep moving, freeing himself if he gets stuck and slowly making his way through the vent, even if it's difficult and time-consuming.

[profitofrage]

huyche

please do not assume that you can just fit into a hole i have already told people requires a contortionist test. ive rolled for you and you managed to pass just.

Stane also passes by a hair :P
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The young women is slightly taken aback by the large brutish man, this quickly ends however when Ethan approaches her.
"n-no..i was just minding my buisness in the hive...then next thing i know i end up here...." She said trying to remember anything that may help while shaking his hand meekly. She seemed interested in Ethan untill the Assasin spoke again.
"I saw the kill teams..but not what they had on them...i wouldnt really know anything about guns anyhow" she said in responce to the noble.
"They looked like any ordinary hivers...just with you know...guns and stuff." She said before Turning back to Ethan.
"I have no idea why the Inquisition would want me...i dont have any family left..i have no money...im not dangerous i mean look at me" she said begining to get teary, rubbing her eyes to hide it.
"I did nothing so why am i here?" she calmed down at Ethans promises of protection but took on a meek look when asked further questions.
"Just some guy friends...i thought id be safe with them around.." She said sadly as if deep in thought.
"Safer then without them i guess."

As Ethan and Stane crawl through the wires and coolant pipers within the vent they notice the bunker itself seems very worn..rather old. after dozen minutes of crawling they come across the purifier in the way of there exit. With a simple push and shove it falls out and onto the cieling. For miles you see only sand dunes and the growns of the wind passing through. The bunker indeed has parapits...if worn. The north side having a metal step ladder down onto the sand. The door being on the east side. The guardsmen stane readies his lasgun and peers down the sights.

DaedalusMkV
You think for a moment you spot something off in the distance...taking a quick look through your scope you see a man crouched and looking at the bunker through a detached scope. He appears to be wearing grey rags, a shotgun? maybe? strapped to his back.
hes roughly 700 meters away

[DaedalusMkV]

Stane crawls along the roof using the cover provided by the parapets, then sets to scoping out the surrounding area using the telescopic sight attached to his rifle. Seeing a figure, he calls out softly to his companion on the roof. "Contact. Range; 700 metres. Armed and surveiling the bunker. Should I take the shot?" The Guardsman, normally expressive and active, is now utterly calm and virtually unmoving, his voice a drab monotone. He sights down his rifle with practiced ease, expertly settling his sights on the target and calculating distance and windspeed almost reflexively.


That's a Full-round aim. Taking cover behind the Parapet, and resting his rifle on it.
Wow, 700 metre doom shot. The very absolute edge of my engagement range.

[profitofrage]

there been an edit in my last post. as Ethan wished to have more words with Ash before going up to the cieling but of coures i wasnt on for him to do so.

[huyche]

Coughing dust and grit he climbed out of the ventilation and respired.

Observing the the guardsman fully at the ready, crouched in the firing position with the nasty rifle of his, Ethan visibly shuddered. 'By the Emperor's holy jewels, I genuinely pity the loser on the receiving end of this thing.'

'Send him a surprise he will never recover from, Specialist Stane!' he replied cheerfully, imitating the voice and the intonations of an imaginary commanding officer.

Ethan then crawled across the roof to the stairs' side and peeked over the them to inspect the situation on the surrounding ground.


Bleh, typos.

[profitofrage]

Sand sand everywhere and not a drop to drink. Comes to mind when describing the surroundings. Its hot the scorching rays already causing the two men on the top of the bunker to sweat. The bunker despite no doubt being very heavy, didnt appear to have sunken into the sand to much and appeared stable. It was sitting in small "valley" or more accuratly sitting on a flat spot of sand, with dunes surrounding on all sides. The cieling of the bunker was roughly 7-8 meters up from the ground.

[DaedalusMkV]

I have become Death, destroyer of foes... The silent prayer lasts mere moments, as Stane lines up his shot. Slowly, ever so slowly, his finger begins to tighten on the trigger of his rifle. Finally, the moment is at hand. The sniper releases his breath, and a mere fraction of a second later a blast of incandescent light leaves the barrel of his weapon with a sharp *crack*.


That's another half aim, as you suggested, followed by a Standard Attack.
[roll0] vs 38+20(full aim)+10(half aim)+10(Accurate)+10(Braced, homebrew)+30(Target Surprised)-20(Called Shot: Head), for a target DC of 98.
Damage: [roll1], Pen 1.
If 2 Degrees of Success: add [roll2]
If 4, additional [roll3]

[profitofrage]

DaedalusMkV
Ok as weve seen in the OOC. DaedalusMkV has managed to hit the man with several rightous furies.
total damage
13 - toughness and armor
13 -(T+A)
13 - (t+a)
7 - (T +A)

i wont reveal the targets Toughness and armor :P but assuming average toughness of 3 and no armor. thats a grand total of 34 wounds...to the FACE
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The Las shot burnt through the air the Zzzot singing through the air. The bolt striking the target between the eyes. As if the emperor's fury was indeed behind the magnificant shot the targets head exploded showering the immediate area with boiling blood and singed flesh. The top half of the now crouching corpse was alight in flames, the cloth like fabric allowing the fire to engluf the enirety of the body. The man was most certainly dead.

The atmosphere went quiet for a moment...nothing else was heard...or seen. Could the man have been alone? or was his "backup" staying hidden?

[huyche]

Upon hearing the shot, Ethan glanced back, at the guardsman. Waiting for a hint in his movement or some other sign, so as not to break his concentration if he wanted to deliver another shot. After 3 seconds had passed without further action on Stane's side, he asked: 'Is the target eliminated, Specialist?'

'By the way, the north side is clear.'

'So here's the plan: I am going to climb down the ladder and check if something can be done about the front door. I need you to watch my back.'

[Miraqariftsky]

"G'job, bub" calls out Urpna up the ceiling. Salutation done, he sets the stock of his rifle against his shoulder and prepares to lay down a withering barrage of bullets in case any hostiles are lying in wait outside...

...and then he steps up to the sliding automatic doors, smirks and says, "Open! Sez me!"

[profitofrage]

The mechanical doors machine spirit endevours to open, the mechanics whizzing and whirring......but fail. The door jolting only for a moment as if its primary function was being halted.

"Th-that metal person but have locked it on her way back out" Ash called out...though from a safe distance away from the large warrior.

[Miraqariftsky]

Adti growls a chuckle at his own joke, then as the doors refuse to open heaves a huge sigh and THONKs his head against said doors in frustration. "Well, well, O ghost in the shell, Ah s'ppose ye'nt like it if'n a big lunk-'ead like me a-tries ta pry ye open? Ye'll be seekin' vengeance by jammin' up me guns, wontcha? So I won't..."

Patting the door... affectionately... he then proceeds to say, "Could you prrrease unlock an' work fer us? En nomenee Emp-Ear-Eater?"

"Um, damn... 'oooope that was right an' weren't no bleshpheem-me..."

And if that doesn't work, he sighs again and steps aside, bowing to the proper power and authority of the resident expert on divinity, saying, "Erm... fergive me, Padre, but ye mind um, tellin' this 'ere door dah izz alright ta ope' an' close fer us?"

[Kiranvonstrom]

"I could try to open it from the outside," Nicolo suggests."Either way, I shall join the others on the roof,"
Nicolo swung himself into the chute and began to climb.
[roll0] with an AG of 36. It's warpcraft, I tell you! Warpcraft!

[profitofrage]

The stealthy assasin jumps and climbs into the vent system, squeezing and moving his body to try and fit through the narrow entrance.
Unfortuanatly a slight slip caused him to lose his footing. Crashing to the floor the only good news was that the only thing hurt was his pride.

"OH oh my you poor thing...are you ok" The women squeked crouching over the man and holding her hand to her mouth.
"That looked like it hurt"

[Miraqariftsky]

"Good bloody Emp'rer, ye be a-jestin' me..." Urpna groans, then lets his rifle hang from its shoulder-sling as he extends a thick arm for the oh-so-nimble Nicolo.

"Yer 'edd not spinnin', yer 'IGHness?" he asks as he helps up the fallen noble.

Annnnnd if he wants to try again, the titan of a man cups his hands as a stirrup to assist in the climbing.

[DaedalusMkV]

Stane continues watching through his scope, in case the unfortunate sod had any backup out there. "I got 'im. The Emp'rer guided my shot. You should be clear, Ethan, but I'll keep watch 'case anyone's still around." The sniper maintains a close watch over the surrounding area, moving around from time to time to get a better view and throw off the aim of anyone trying to zero in on him. Thanks, Vera. Thirty-seven...

[profitofrage]

Stane's continuos efforts although well trained seemed to bring up little success. If the lone scout did indeed have friends..they were not showing themselves.

[Exthalion]

Having been chanting to himself in binary, the red robed figure finally raises his head. He stares at the guardsmen for a moment as if just noticing him before replying,

"I shall do as I am able."

Reaching into an inner pocket he pulls forth an arcane looking tool, set to work on the panel near the door. The tool itself appeared to be a simple screwdriver at on end, and some sort of light on the other. One shouldn't disregard whimsy.

"Domine in nomine Dei Imperator. Through the act of my humble contrition through the acknowledgment of my failing I beseech you not by the will of the Machine God, but in accordance with it. Through the contrition of humanity have all peoples come into accord with your function; which was, though yet unknown, since time began most perfect and pure.

I in the humility of wisdom request that you allow me permission to align you again with your function, without impairment, that you may again be as you are meant to be, unmixed and unmixing.

Through the fourth rotation contrary to the turning of the clock to I remove the first screw, one-thousand four hundred and forty degrees..."

[roll0] Against (Int)49+10 Combitool=59
MORE WARPCRAFT!

"It would seem the machine spirit is confused. It seeks to open, but is locked, which seeks to remain locked. What exactly did you say to it? I was in the midst of prayer. You did not attempt any of the machine rights did you?"

[profitofrage]

Suddenly the door jolted open slightly and closed, indeed the machine spirits were in a state of confusion. However the techpriests rites had been given and accepted the door slowly struggled open. The rough desert sands now visible to all within.

[Exthalion]

"Praise be the Omnissiah, savior to all! It seems your exultation encouraged the machine spirit. In the future though, be careful. Even the most honest of prayer can anger a machine spirit if the rights are not correct."

Very carefully Ureil looked out the door to try to ascertain in which direction they were facing and the conditions outside.

[profitofrage]

As the tech priest examines the world before him it quickly becomes apparent that the doorway is facing roughly east. The sand stretches out for miles with no specific land mark within sight. There are sand dunes surrounding them on all sides as the bunker appears to have been placed in a 'valley' of sorts.
Other then the large amount of sand..and a flamng corpse in the far distance..there is nothing of note.

[Exthalion]

Closing the door almost all the way Uriel back inside.

"Well, seems the engagement has already started. Unless I miss my guess they are now one less."

[Kiranvonstrom]

"Excellent. I applaud your abilities, Tech Father. We should probably head for the bunker, then. I feel it might be best to avoid wasting any time," Nicolo says, scanning the area around them.
This team was proving to be less dysfuntional than he had originally thought, between himself and the 'competely harmless' Ethan, the alternately laconic and loquatious tech priest, and the two guardsmen, he had expected more personality clashes than had already occured.
"It occurs to me that I still haven't given my name. I am Nicolo De Machenko, of Great House Machenko," What was the use of giving your name if you couldn't overwhelm people with it? He though to himself. Besides, they already probably think I'm an arrogant *******.

As per forum rules. On the other hand, that trait is so much fun to play. I love noble born...
Noticing the flaming corpse, Nicolo raises his eyebrows. Someone had already started shooting.

[Exthalion]

It was easy, almost too easy to start thinking of these as people. As the same as him. Instead of the grotesque mockeries of men they were. Or were they?

"Uriel"

[DaedalusMkV]

Hearing the emergence of the rest of his team, Stane calls down from the roof. "I've made contact with an enemy scout. He won't be reportin' back... Or scoutin' anythin' again. Looks like the rest of the area's clear, though." A short time later, his helmeted head appears over the parapets. "Might be that we're in the clear for now. Not too sure 'bout headin' out in this heat, though. Without water or real harsh-weather gear, we might'nt all make it in th'first place. Enemy'll also be harder-pressed to find us in the dark. Maybe ask Urpna, think he's got some know-how on desert campaigns. Oh, did anyone grab m'cloak? If'n we're headin' out, good piece of cloth like that'll come in handy." With that, the head disappears again as Stane returns to his observation of the perimeter.

[profitofrage]

It was as the diligent guardsmen returned to his post that he saw it. The flaming corpse that he had recently added to his kill count was being dragged slowly backwards over the dune and edging out of sight.
Taking aim ounce more it was obvous what was occuring. The scouts friends were obviously there, hiding behind the thick sand. One of them had crawled up and grabbed hold of the mans leg and was ever so slowly dragging him back.
Although it was hard to tell..the long hair suggested the person trying to drag this body back into cover was a women.

DaedalusMkV
If you are to take the shot, most of her body is in cover. her arm and head are not. Normally cover is meant to have an AP however since this is THICK sand, and all you have is a lasgun..any shot not hitting the head or arm is discounted.

EDIT: changed my mind. ill give it an AP value of 12. who knows you might get devine fury again.

[DaedalusMkV]

Stane grunts, then resumes his posture, relaxing and taking deep, long breaths. He doesn't bother warning his comrades this time; the engagement is begun, and there's no time to waste. God-Emperor, guide the flight, Watch the target, take the unworthy's life. Again, the prayer is short and concise. Finally, the Guardsman is ready and the distinctive *crack* of his Long-Las accompanies another destructive blast of weaponized light.


You know I'm taking this shot. Male or female, they're all enemies, and every one killed now is one that we won't get ambushed by later, and possible a whole bunch too terrified to actually try to engage us.
Full-round Aim, again, then Standard Aim and fire. I dunno if this target's unaware or not, so I'll just roll it up and let you decide. They shouldn't get outside of my range in those two rounds, but that's again your call.
[roll0] vs 38+20(full aim)+10(half aim)+10(Accurate)+10(Braced)-20(Called Shot:Head), possibly +30 (Surprised), that's your call. Target score is either 68 or 98, dependent on that Surprised status.
Damage: [roll1]
If 2 Degrees: [roll2]
If 4 [roll3]
Let's do this.
EDIT: Wow, a 6. That's 4 degrees of success whether or not she's surprised, I don't even need rerolls. Boom, headshot?

[profitofrage]

DaedalusMkV
wasnt surprised since 'she' knew there was a sniper firing. HOWEVER...it doesnt matter as you got 6 degrees of succes which means full damage.
i.e youve delt 23 wounds which toughness and armor will be deducted from.

Yet again a singing bolt bursts through the air and is heard all around. Yet again the las bolt strikes true. The targets face is no more burnt off a meer instant after the shot was fired. The brain having boiled caused enough pressure to cause the skull to crack open like an overripe fruit and catch light. There were now two flaming bodies atop the sand dune.

[Exthalion]

"Another kill guardsmen? I will look forward to venerating the spirit of your laz rifle. Do you notice any way down besides the vent?"

[DaedalusMkV]

Thanks again. 38.
Stane's reply to Uriah is formal and polite. "Yes, honored Tech-priest. Another foe sent to the Emp'rer's justice, and I thank you for your attention. There's a ladder that leads up here; Ethan should be able to show you the way." He continues watching the horizon, in the event that any other members of the kill-team are brave and foolish enough to put themselves in the line of fire for their clearly dead comrades. Not professionals, these, and not Heretics neither. I'll need t'pray for these souls, when the mission's finished.

[huyche]

Specialist's words somewhat reassured Ethan: with that man covering him, he was positive of going through this in one piece.
Ethan proceeded to climb down the ladder, then followed the north wall till the eastern corner and took a glance around it - the immediate territory was clear.
Afterwards the underhiver approached the door and began examining it by clearing the sand off the panel which held the keypad, to get a better look.
That was when, announced by a gritting sound, the door started sliding open again, which startled Ethan a little.
The techpriest's robed head showed up through the opening.
'Oh, its you.' noted Ethan, imperturbably making his way inside.

Upon entering he matter of factly added: 'Told you, I'd be back soon. Specialist Stane managed to shoot down some poor bastard, by the way', confirming his words by a wink towards Ash with a degree of reassurance, then crossed the room and sat down comfortably on his bed.

typos :`(

[profitofrage]

Ash jolted when she heard the las shot.
"Oh no..there already here...what are we going to do?"
She said before the door was opened and Ethan stepped in.
"You all seem so calm...what if there are more of them...what if they get in here." she said worried.

[huyche]

'I'm sure this scum will find the midday sun to their liking. Hivers rarely have the chance to get a suntan, right?'
'As far as I know there is no cover in the vicinity, so they'd have to endure it till the evening, while we're resting cosily here. And when they finally grow some testes to siege our bunker, most likely at night, we'll hit them back hard.'

[Exthalion]

"Young lady, may I offer you some advice?

There is never a situation where worrying over a problem is beneficial. If the situation is beyond your power, then it is out of your control and you may do nothing. There is no need to worry, because you have done nothing, neither wrong nor right.

When a situation is within your power you either act, or you do not. In this case you made a choice. The choice you make is the best you can see at the time and so is, in that way, above reproach. Later, better information does not change the fact that it was the best choice apparent when it was made. In such a situation, worry not, for your choice is vindicated by situation.

Therefore, do not worry. It aids not, resolves not, comforts not. Seek to understand your situation so when the time comes you may make your choice in full knowledge of what you do."

As usual, the tech priest didn't seem know know if he was caring or distant.

[profitofrage]

Ash seemed to calm down when Ethan explained there advantage over there attackers outside. That was when the tech-priest shuffled over and began to speak. She was obviously taken aback, never having seen one of his nature before.
After his long winded talk she could only look slightly confused at him.
"d-does...does he always talk like that?" she asked Ethan

"Its just because im not to sure what that all meant...is he saying not to worry?" she asked bluntly.

[huyche]

'They are all like that.' - Ethan replied to her question in a grave voice.

He didn't answer her second question though, as his mind went wandering on the outcomes of their cruel test, related to Ash. Her fate was rather grim. No way the inquisitor is going to let her live if they succeed. She was a nobody, like countless others living and dying in the underhive, a stimulus for them to do it right, maybe an extra handicap. His heart sank as he found himself unable to come up with a way for her to get out of it alive.
But one day, this overconfident bastard of an inquisitor will get on his ass the retribution he deserves.
And maybe, just maybe, he was taking it too seriously and replaced the concern for one girl he cared greatly about with another in the absense of the former one. Ash could as well be an inqusitorial agent, perfectly playing the role of a simple scared underhive girl.
He should think this over and consider carefully, not get too attached and keep a sharp eye on her.

[Kiranvonstrom]

Nicolo shrugged. It was anyone's guess what the philospher was saying anyway.
Nicolo walked over to the nearest bed and began dragging it over to the door.
"Is anyone willing to help me with this? We're going to need cover if we're going to hunker down in here for the rest of the day. I don't like waiting, but if you think it will help..." Nicolo says.

[profitofrage]

assuming people DO indeed want to fortify this position heres some useful info for you
The beds themselves are obviously temporary set ups. There made of collapsable metal with a thin matress on them. The metal of them would provide Ap 4 to anything behind them due to there thin nature.
The walls of the bunker are hardened military constructions so thats AP 15 right there. the door is reinforced to discourage breaching so that is AP 18.
The parapits provide a AP of 15 on the cieling.

thats about it. there isnt anything else of note within the bunker

[huyche]

Ethan caught Nicolo's idea and promptly got off his bed to give him a hand. Together they will drag the bed to a nice spot to take cover at during the attack and turn it over.
Then he is going to do the same with his own bed.

[Miraqariftsky]

"Yey... Padre..." Urpna breathes on witnessing the techpriest's minor miracle...

...and then just as the desert wind hits his face, he reascertains his stance, covering the aperture. He then drops prone and hugs the wall as the doors finally open fully, training his eyes and his gun on the open field of sand outside.

Just because overwatch sez there ain't no bandits an' 'as confirm't kills, it don't mean underwatch-an'-pointguard don't 'ave 'eretics a-comin' ta frak 'em in th'arse...

When he hears the other two men trying to move the beds to construct a makeshift barricade for their doubtable redoubt, Adit quickly gets up and lends his formidable strength to their effort. Once that's done, he hops over to the nearest other bed and begins hauling it to the door as well.

[profitofrage]

everyone
theres been alot of talk in the ooc as to in what way we should be getting to the bunker. heres some additional information thaty ou might find helpful. The distance from bunker to bunker (straightline) is roughly 90km.

[DaedalusMkV]

Even as the others go back inside and begin noisily rearranging the furniture, Stane remains ouside keeping watch for the slightest hint of the enemy. Though he's beginning to sweat in the heat from the intense desert sun the Guard Sniper resolutely ignores his discomfort, continuing his process of slowly and unpredictably repositioning himself for a different view of the surrounding area.

[profitofrage]

The crouching sniper before turning to check on a new angle spots something with his keen vision. He sees the women he had only moments ago killed...quickly get jerked back behind the sand dunes. Unfortuanatly the women herself was hard enough to see...let alone whoever..or whatever dragged her back behind the dune.

[DaedalusMkV]

"Damn. If any of you are still listenin', we've got more activity!" Stane calls out, attempting to warn the rest of the team. "'Least one more contact, same angle as before, and they're recoverin' their casualties."

[profitofrage]

can everyone please PM me a summary for what you want to be doing for the next several hours untill its "optimal time to leave the bunker and start traveling".
We will then after roleplaying those things out, time skip to the event.

[Miraqariftsky]

"I hear ye, St'n!" Adti barks up at the Specialist's report.

Finishing with his aid at constructing the barricade of beds, he hurdles the bed-block barrier and lands in a ready crouch outside the bunker. His smile is no longer that of a tribal warrior defending his homeland, no longer that of a man pursuing a maid, no longer that of a berserk fighting against hopeless odds...

...it is the smile of an Imperial Guardsman, doing his duty.

Urpna's fist knocks twice on the ceiling, or at least, on the bottom of the doorframe and calls out, "'Edds up! Watch 'em an' cover me, gunna try an' flank 'em an' flush 'em out fer ye!"

Baring his teeth at the desert heat, he takes off on a brisk run across the sand in a tangential angle from where he sees the burning husks of the heretics Stane had spotted... and scorched. Having spent his youth in the Banite badlands, he knows to stay in the cover of what dunes and eddies may present themselves, if not against the heat, then against inevitable incoming fire.

RRAADADADADADT!

Some distance down, and hopefully on their foes' flank, he braces himself and pulls the trigger and lets loose a withering volley. Spent casings patter down into the sand at his feet, hot lead screaming towards their pursuers' last known location.


Erm... run some ways towards the enemy and some to the side, in order to flank them. If we're ta graph it, uh... diagonal line away from bunker door, hopefully coming up horizontal with enemy's last known location, hopefully either getting a clear shot at them or driving them out of cover so't they be an even better shot for Stane.

BS test, er... Full Auto... at, uh, 58? Or Suppressive for 18? Suppressive for teeeeeeamwork. Yeah.

[roll0]

[Kiranvonstrom]

Nicolo raised an eyebrow as the guardsman ran past, gun in hand. He had just been sitting for what seemed like hours behind a barricade of beds, with the gun pointed, (set on single shot, of course. No need to waste ammunition) at where the enemy position was indicated to be.
Sighing, Nicolo prepared to mark the first person the enter his field of view from the dessert.
The guardsman had better know what he is doing, Nicolo thought.

[DaedalusMkV]

Stane watches the massive Feral jump out of the bunker, then grins at his boistrous rush. "I'll keep watch, Urpta. Flush 'em out, and I'll introduce th'rest of 'em to Vera." With that, the Specialist settles back into his sniping stance, lowering his heartrate and calming his breathing. Emperor, make me the intrument of Your Will...
If I see so much as the tinyest tip of a head, I'll do the usual full-round Aim, half-Aim, Fire routine. If any portion of the enemy is in cover, Called Shot to whatever isn't in cover, in order from head to torso to arms. If my shot misses, I'll use a Fate Point to reroll. I guess I'll roll it all now, even if no shots actually happen, since there's not exactly a lot I can do from
[roll0] Vs the same DC as last time (68), unless the enemy is completely out of cover in which case 88.
[roll1] If I need to use that Fate Point.
Damage: [roll2]
Bonus 1: [roll3] (If applicable)
Bonus 2: [roll4] (If applicable)

[huyche]

Watching the hulking guardsman stomp out of the bunker, Ethan went to his backpack and rummaged through it again.

'Whatever this mountain of muscles ran off to do, observing him will surely be a fun way to while away the time!'

Soon, he found what he was looking for and made his way out of the building with ancient looking magnoculars in his hand.
Ethan ran for the ladder on the side of the bunker and promptly started to climb up.

'Its Ethan ascending, Specialist Stane, don't shoot!'

Ethan will be watching what Adti is doing. Announcing anything important he spots to Stane, or even shouting it to Adti, if will still be in hearing range.
Common military binoculars range is 1000m, with ~150m field of view at this zoom range.

[profitofrage]

Several hours they had been waiting for the sun to lower in the sky and provide at least some sanctuary from the heat. Several interesting things had occured whilst these hours had passed.
The initial excitement as the large burly feral charged out from the bunker and over the dunes...only to find noone there.
No tracks..nothing...indeed nothing but the flaming burnt corpse of the first person Stane had killed. Upon inspection..his clothes had burnt..his meat sizzled to charcoal and nothing left recognisable on him.
Another perculer occurance was when even that body appeared to be missing...indeed he had only taken his eye off it for a moment. After checking ounce again...there were no tracks to be found to suggest someone had taken it.

In any case the sun was down, the heat passed...and it was now time to move.


EVERYONE
noone expended any ammo, you couldnt find anything on the corpse since it was far to burnt to tell what was "a ration bar" and what was "part of his bone" there wernt any weapons or metalic objects on him. noone saw what might have taken the bodies.

[Exthalion]

"If we are going to survive, I am going to need clear plas of some sort. How we produce this is a mater of conjecture, but it is the only way I can think that we will get any water."

[huyche]

Ethan observed the horizon through his magnoculars for a good deal of hour, but the picture was rather monotone: just sandy dunes and not a single sighting of their enemies. He grew dreadfully bored.
Finally, he spotted Urpna coming back.
The underhiver descended from the roof to meet him and learn of his findings.

[Miraqariftsky]

"Fer theh Emp'rer!" comes Adti's warcry as he walks his fire in towards the where the heretics were last seen, where flames and smoke still lick up from the corpses Stane had made. He crests the dune and charges in, barrel blazing and blade bared...

...only to stop short in shock and consternation. There was a charred husk in the cover of the dune, yes, but enough for only one body. There was no trace of the second kill, nor of the third hand to drag them away.

The feral's brow furrows and he crouches low, bending his wisdom of the wilds towards finding these fiends that bedevil their path. With eye and ear and hand, he searches. Even his wide-nostriled nose flares and twitches as he seeks... and fails to find.

He turns... and stumbles back in shock, his jaw dropping. The body has disappeared, from the acrid scent of smoke to the faintest fleck of fused flesh and fabric. The only tracks he could find are his own. Thinking that they may have burrowed beneath the sand and could simply be lying in wait under the surface, he empties his magazine into the dune and into the sands around him.

When the smoke settles and he stops to reload, he realizes what was missing... he had so long been using autoguns that he does not at first ascertain what it is that is niggling at the back of his mind. And then it dawns on him--- the magazine in his hand should be lighter and empty of bullets, and yet its inside still gleams with its full complement of projectiles.

Urpna checks behind him along his trail and then goggles at the sight--- simply his own footprints in the sand, bereft of a breadcrumb trail of spent cartridges. "The Emperor protects... Emp'rer pertects... p'tects..." Makng the sign of the Aquila over his chest with a frenzied hand, he takes a single swig from his canteen, then jogs back to the bunker.

When he arrives there, he calls the others together and reports his findings. "Comma 'ere y'all an' hark well. There ain't nuthin' there. NUTHIN. No tracks, no killteam, no heretics, no corpses, nothin'. I went right there, did cunferm ONE very crispy burnt body--- too crispy, though. Couldn't loot NUTHIN. I turned ta look fer tracks of 'is teammates, but NUTHIN, an' then that husk of a corpse disappeared right unner me nose."

This report he caps off by showing the others his unspent magazine. "'Ere, y'all. Y'all all saw that I went a-shootin', earlier? Emptied this thing, I was SURE of it, then when I stopped ta reload, was 'sif this thing was fresh from the man'factorium's belts"

Slapping the magazine back in and pulling back the slide, Urpna mutters while crossing himself, "I be the last ta complain that I ain't usin' up 'ny bullets as I shoot, but that there? Warpcraft, methinks" Glaring, he spits virulently, "But sure as th'Emp'rer pertects, just lemme get a hand on them buggers an' there be sure a reck'ning"

Spotting Stane, he fixes him with a glare and asks, "'Ey shooter. Check yer 'cell. See if'n tis spent at all, eh?"

~~~~

Urpna passes the hours by lending his strength to helping the others however way he can... though every so often he casts suspicious stares at their charge, Ash. Maybe she's a witch and bringing her to where she is to be properly purged is what our test is? Or... Burnt Rose, Ash... and las-shot bodies that burn like they were hit by a Flamer or a Melta-blast? Sumfink ain't right here...

When the group gets up to leave their bunker, the feral growls at the others, "Prince Falls-on-Is-Ass, on point. I'll be twenny paces ahind o' ye, lefflank. Padre Uriel, take th'right. Ethan-King-of-Harmlessness, guard the girl. Maak ye certain no ill comes to her... or of her. Spesh'Tane, rearguard. Stay sharp y'all, don't frak nuthin' up. Emp'rer pertects"

[DaedalusMkV]

Stane blinks in confusion at Urpna's statement, then quickly turns back to where the corpses were. "Frak me... What in th'name of Holy Terra could dispose of a corpse that quickly? Warpcraft? Er, my ammo expenditure's still what it was; Charge is down 5%."

---
Stane nods at Urpna's statement. "A good marchin' order. I'll watch your backs." He packs up all of his gear and his balled-up Camo Cloak, stowing it quickly around his person, then sets out after the rest. Warpcraft... What could that mean?

[huyche]

'****ing psyker sorcery, thats what it is.' he expressed his opinion on the matter with unconcealed disgust, spitting on the floor.
'But why go such long ways of deceiving you?'
'Have you seen anything unusual on your way here, Ash?'


'Tell me, priest, how would your 'Akan's razor' explain us having heard the shots fired by Adti's autogun, yet all of its ammo is unspent?'

----


'Alright, its time.'
With that Ethan shouldered his backpack and leaned against the wall near the entrance, waiting for others to prepare for departure.

Upon receiving the order from Urpna to guard Ash, he mockingly salutes.

When Ash was ready to leave with them, he asked, staring intently in her eyes: 'You are not going to cause trouble, are you?'

Added a remark for Uriel

[Exthalion]

Why must the explanation be supernatural? If we can arrive at the same conclusion via purely material means then the Razor will tend to remove the dross element.

Those looks were somewhat quizzical. Did they teach these people nothing?!

"Occam's Razor, the philosophical principle of parsimony? I believe the High Gothic is lex parsimoniae."

[profitofrage]

Everyone
Which direction does everyone want to move in.

[Kiranvonstrom]

"Bear in mind where you are, Ethan. I'd rather fear a witch that wasn't there, than allow one that is to keep working. As to the techpriest, I have no idea what you are talking about, so I shall assume that I will agree. I agree," Nicolo shrugged, and shouldered his autogun.
Wouldn't it be nice to have a witch on your side, said a small voice in the back of his head. Save it's life, tell the others it was dead, keep it hidden, eternally grateful for saving it's pitious life. You could have power, Nicolo. Power.
He brushed the thoughts aside.

OOC:
Fun with corruption points.

...


"Okay, I am ready to go," Nicolo said, holstering the ripper pistol.
"Would anyone care to take point?"

[Exthalion]

"Would you say that to a priest? If you do not understand the Emperor's commands, how can you be expected to know how to apply them?

Through understanding faith is made stronger. It is written, "Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see. This is what the ancients were commended for."

To simply agree, without understanding is blasphemy against your God... Emperor given mind and sense. To have in your possession a human mind and faculty for reason and discernment, yet not to use it, it to possess a weapon and to give it over to your enemy."

All this was said on the march, which might not have been fair to the dry mouths of the others.

[profitofrage]

Ash had said very little while the rest of the group discussed and got ready for there journey.
When the topic of witch craft came up she seemed to withdraw obviously sheepish on the subject.
"I didn't see anything myself Ethan...i dont like this one bit though..." She said before smiling at the notion that it would be Ethan guarding her.
"I promise i wont be to much trouble." she said keeping close by.


Everyone
Ok so were heading North, the total distance is 40km which is a full days journey at regular speed..due to the heat and rough terraign of the desert it will give everyone a single level of fatigue.
Am i to assume that Nicolo will be scouting ahead with Stane as was discussed? with Urpna leading point with everyone else?

[DaedalusMkV]

Stane takes to his role as rearguard with alacrity, carafully watching the group's flanks and occasionally checking the rear. Roughly once an hour, but at random, hard to predict intervals he drops back and waits for a few minutes to see if any enemies are pursuing, then hustles back to his normal position.
Stane's response to the Tech-Priest comes slowly and reluctantly, the soldier clearly unwilling to criticize. "I don't undertand, Keeper of the Spirits. I follow the Creed, 'cause to do otherwise would be to deny all that the Emp'rer does for us. I do my best to follow His Will, but I don't see why I need to know 'bout philos'phy to do it. That's why we have the 'Cclesiarchy, and your own Holy Order, isn't it?"

[Miraqariftsky]

Sable savage seeing prince unmoving
Growls at craven cur a-fidgeting
Takes vanguard. Striding first 'cross sand
Says naught. Beckons with his hand
Flags not, through waning might
Silent stalks the night
Come to great rock
Simp' sip, bit of bite
Prays to Emp'rer's starlight
From his belt whips out, stone strand
"Once was wielded by Ohk-Aam's hand
Slew my first-betrothed. He died screaming."
At one end of the outcrop sits, settling...

...saying to the others, "So... How y'all a-want ta do tha watches?"

[Kiranvonstrom]

Nicolo shrugs and follows the large and somewhat agressive feral, keeping an eye on the surrounding area. It would probably be better to allow the man-mountain to continue snorting and posturing. It wasn't any different from what everyone else seemed to be doing anyway.
"Lead on, Adti,"

[huyche]

Ethan had no clue what the **** the priest was talking about, so decided to ignore his speech.

'Right behind you.'

He kept observing the horizon with magnoculars periodically, until it was too dark to tell a thing.

Ethan will be keeping the pace with Ash and following Adti.

[profitofrage]

It was a long and hard journey. With the aid of the map and the direction of the scorching sun they made there way up and down the sandy slopes and dunes. Indeed the sand seemed to go on forever, yet still they marched.
They seemed to be alone, nothing to be seen for miles. Now and then they would pass strange tracks in the sand...tracks none could recognise.

After 10 long hard hours of marching the rock formation could be seen on the horizon. It was a large rocky mountain, bent around like a half circle. The natural formation seemed to break out of the sand itself.
It seemed to curve around providing a long shade from the blaring heat. A perfect place to rest.

The party made there way to the base, the top being unclimbable. Setting up behind a series of fallen crumbled rocks. It would be a fine defensive position should there be an attack....it was rather strange in fact. Could these rocks have been moved to these positions? they surrounded the site almost perfectly...could this be a well known stopping ground?...perhaps other tests had occured here?

Everyone
map of the location
http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff331/profitofrage/rockformation.jpg?t=1296785344

[Kiranvonstrom]

"Does this strike anyone else as odd? A nice, defensible position out of the way of the sunlight, while we are being hunted through a throne-cursed dessert?" Nicolo's voice is curiously emotionless, as though the trek through the dessert drained any emotion from him, rather than any energy. His posture still seems the same: arrogant, proud and somewhat catlike, but the look in his eyes is different, like he was somewhere else.
This isn't safe, Nicolo, the voice in the back of his head said. Let the guardsman, that feral one go in first. Let him fall victim to any traps there.
That might reflect badly on me, Nicolo countered. If he dies, while I have assumed leadership of our little band, it could be blamed on me.
This is the inquisition, they don't care about casualties if they are sending you here, the voice in the back of his head whispered. It won't matter.
It will reflect better on me if they all live. Perhaps there is a future here. There's no telling how far I could go if I show competance here.
Nicolo smiled.
"Shall we make camp here for the night?"

[DaedalusMkV]

"Might want to check it out first, friend. That looks like a very good place for the enemy to lay an ambush, and this'd be the time t'do it." Stane sounds tired, but he still moves quickly. This sort of long-distance trek is nothing new to him. "Ethan, maybe grab those Magnos of yours and take a look from a diff'rent angle. Can't be too careful." With that, the Specialist heads a few feet away from the group and drops to one knee, then uses his rifle's scope to survey the rock formation. This whole thing's been goin' too well. The hammer's gotta drop soon, and to the Warp if I won't be glad when it does... "Never was good at waitin'..." The Guardsman whispers under his breath as he continues to search for any hint of an enemy presence.

[profitofrage]

everyone
been looking over the marching distances....anyone with an AG bonus of 2 has a level of fatigue.

DaedalusMkV
You see nothing in the clearing, in fact the 'proposed' camp site has a rock base rather then it being just sand. i.e theres sand blowing across it e.t.c...but its ultimatly part of teh rock face.

EDIT:
Upon closer inspection, there is a small ridge above the proposed campsite. big enough for one ..maybe two people. However getting to it is impossible without dedicated climbing equipment or experience. The heght of the ridge is 10 meters up. climb test is +20 to those who have equipment. you may make a full action climb test to scale half your moverate upwards. I.e takes on average 4 tests + 4 rounds to scale it.
argh :P climbing rules annoy me. if you have equipment you can climb it with no test needed assuming you take your time.

[huyche]

Specialist's proposal made sense. This whole place seemed unnatural, perhaps even too convenient.

Regardless, someone has to take a look at the encompassing territory. Though it might've been hilarious to watch one of them slip and plummet down, right now he needed all of them intact to survive himself. Plus, he could score a few bonus points for risking his own life and thus earning their trust.

Ethan threw back his head to observe what he was up against and whistled in uncertainty. That was one hazardous hell of a climb.
He fell prey to doubt and to instinct of self-preservation at once. This enterprise was probably too damn reckless even for someone like him. After all, he wasn't THAT suicidal.

Eventually, firm in his resolve, Ethan put an end to this quandary. 'Nothing ventured, nothing gained' - he had concluded.
The man took out the grapnel from the backpack, aimed it several meters above the ledge he was going to ascend to and proceeded to scale the ridge.

'Watch the girl in my absence.'
Missed a typo somehow.

He is going to climb up the ledge and observe their immediate surroundings first, the panorama with magnoculars second.

Ethan stays lying in position, observing the surrounding sands, cause the odd tracks they've seen earlier worry him.

He will leave the post when it becomes too dark to see anything.

[profitofrage]

Ethan moved past the various rock formations and fired his grapple up to the ridge. The ascent wasnt easy but with time he found himself on the small rock outcropping giving him a good view of the area. He couldnt spot anything out of the ordinary. Indeed when he passed and climbed over the rocky ground to get to the ridge he noticed little of importance either. Could this strange position simply be coincidence?


EDIT:
Also everyone, it is only JUST starting to get dark. consider this Twilight hour. It was fairly obvious as you were marchng that this planets day/night cycle must be a long one clearly not 24 hours long.

[Exthalion]

"The possibility that this environment was designed or converted into an Inquisitorial testing ground appear to be approaching one. If we are being appropriately paranoid there may be some form of trap or ambush to be expected during the night. I suggest we sleep with our weapons close at hand."

[Miraqariftsky]

The feral Guardsman breathes easily through his wide nostrils, but already his uniform, though not as soaked as would that of someone from a temperate climate, is still rank with sweat. His long legs and sure stride carry him far on an easy gait, surging through the sand like some inexorable juggernaut.

On arriving at the northern outcropping, his legs throb from the exertion, but not to a too discomfiting a degree. To Uriel's pronouncement, Adti answers, "When do we not, Padre? Huh. An' a-speakin' o' weapons, do ye
have a piece? Got some spare guns if ye be needin'" And if the Tech-Adept does ask, he will hand over one of his secondary weapons, just so that nobody among them is unarmed.

As the others scout upward and inward, he calls out, "Makin' th' round, patrollin' the per'metre" Fitting deed to word, he strides out over sand and stone, scouring their prospective campsite from the outer reaches, slowly spiraling his course inwards, his scrabbling hands and feet recalling the rocks of his homeland and indeed, the mountain on which he had taken his vision-rite like all the tribal champions before him. There, at every stretch of sand, and every swerve of stone, he hones his hunter's senses, looking out for anything that should be out of the ordinary, anything that might point to any pursuers or ambushers, or anything at all of use that may have been left there by previous travelers.

Along the way to the summit, in the deepening darkness of the young night, he hears a sudden scraping on the stone. He flattens himself against the rock wall, readying his rifle...
...then relaxes when he realizes it is only Ethan.

And then he realizes something, concern and trepidation colouring his voice... "Hey Harmless. If yer here... who's guarding the girl?"

With that, he takes off down the ridge for where the Techpriest and the girl were left, rifle ready just in case there might not be enough of a defense around their charge.

[DaedalusMkV]

After scouting out the rock outcropping, Stane rejoins the group and goes with them to take shelter in the defensible position. "Well, if you two are takin' first watch, I'll take the opportunity to get some shuteye." With that said, he approaches the robed Tech-Priest and bows, his weapon held out in two hands. "Keeper of the Spirits, would you do me the honour of reconsecratin' my weapon?"

[Exthalion]

"Indeed, I would be glad to, for the spirit of this weapon is potent."

Carefully he lifts the long laz and raised it level with his head. Before each phrase he utters it in Binary then translates into low gothic for the benifit of the specialist.

"Blessed be thy secret name, hidden from the eyes of the unworthy.
Revered be thy make and pattern which you have brought honor this day.
Hallowed be thy function, from the STC derived.
Honored be thy working, which you carry out without fail.
Venerated be thy purpose, service to mankind and its Emperor."

He looked down at Stane,

"Guard this weapon well, for it is your life.
Uphold this weapons honor and increase it.
Respect this weapons needs for they are your own.
In proper devotion to this weapon you show proper devotion to mankind.

Together strike down the enemies of mankind.
Together uphold the honor of mankind.
Together do your duty to mankind.
Together be exalted, or together you shall fall."

Carefully he places the rifle back on the guardsman's upraised hands.

"It is done."

Here is the prayer in binary for those who speak it.

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[profitofrage]

everyone
You guys rock, im loving how everyone roleplays so well

The acolytes poured over the surrounding terraign carefully and well prepared. There fatigue did not stop them, nor keep them from keeping catious.
The Girl, Ash was indeed minding her own buisness when Adti came running back, halting and watching her closely. She did not feel welcomed here....they didnt trust her.
The tech priest consecrated the weapon, the Lasgun letting out a hum of approval when the rights were finished. Stane watching diligently over the entire procedure.
Ethan stayed on the ridge looking out over the entire perimeter...nothing to be seen....

"I think ill get some rest...im awefully tired..." the girl said before finding a spot away from the others, nestling down and trying to rest on the harsh rockface.

[DaedalusMkV]

Stane bows again and respectfully takes back the Long-Las. "Thank you, Keeper. I'll do my best to honor this Trust." Stane slowly backs away from Uriel, bows a third time, and turns around. Now that he's cared for his weapon, Stane turns to his own needs. "When it's my turn to take up the Watch, wake me up. 'Till then, I'll take what sleep I can get." With that, the Specialist finds a crack or hollow in one of the rocks to shelter in, then wedges himself in and wraps himself in his camo-cloak, cradling his weapon in his arms. Within five minutes he closes his eyes and falls asleep almost instantly, a remarkably common skill in the Imperial Guard.

[Miraqariftsky]

Urpna bows his head and holds his peace while the priest performs the blessing.
Emp'rer's balls, dass sum good prayerin', that there is, right there...

When the others drift off to sleep, he, however settles into the sentinel's stride, keeping a close watch upon his sleeping comrades. Adti paces the perimeter of the camp, making the rounds at the outer edge of the ring of rocks that is their place of rest and respite, senses keen to any untoward rustle or flash or scent.

This he alternates with some good sitting down first at one boulder at the foot of the ridge, and then the other, all the while keeping watch on both the outside and the inside of their camp. By now, he has his rifle's strap cinched a tad tighter and his laspistol drawn, so that in case some intruders come a-raiding in the night, he can use the latter as a sort of shock tracer which he can follow up with his... miraculous [or is it accursed?] slug-spitter.

The third stage of his patrol is a good long sit-down at a rock near the sleeping Ash-girl. Urpna breathes the cold night air easily, but scowls deeply as he considers their charge... on the one hand how she had become shy and withdrawn when the subject of warpcraft was brought up earlier... and on the other hand how she is, [or appears to be] just a frightened girl, a lamb between the wolves' fangs and the shepherd's knives.

Young like... the... thing that was... my brother... Young like Udma, huh, wonder how they are, back home? Yet, could be a witch... or not? HAVE ta get 'er, alive to that other place... but...? If she's guilty, why would she hide, and indeed, have been brought to us so bound? But if she's not guilty, and is merely, indeed, a test... Ah, Emp'rer damn it all...

Succumbing to a moment of weakness, he swiftly doffs his trenchcoat--- still stained in some spots with mutant blood from his last engagement, but is still a large and thick garment nevertheless--- and with surprising gentleness, uses it as a blanket for their scared charge with it. [IF and IF she wakes while he does this, he growls at her ever so quietly, "Do. Not. Die. Of. Cold."]

Shaking his head at his lapse, he goes back to his vigilant patrolling. The walk... the wait... the watch... outer to inner then back again and around again he quietly walks the beat.

[huyche]

Taking one more glance at the surrounding panorama set alight by the last, miserly rays of crimson sun, Ethan started to scale down.

Unfortunately he had spotted absolutely nothing: the dunes were calm, the whole place looked uninhabited by fauna even. Or thankfully, depending on how one looked at it. Their ignorance of the past mysterious happenings annoyed him. Regardless, there will be time for contemplation later.

He picked a decent looking stone with a flat summit near their camp, providing the best field of vision, and sat on top of it. As hiver had concluded, someone or something could manage to pass unheeded and that is where he might be able to spot it before it reaches the camp.

Upon noticing an unexpected show of compassion on the feral's side Ethan realized that, of all of them, he can actually trust to this man.

[profitofrage]

The weak cold looking women did not wake when the large feral warrior placed the warm cloak around her, instead clinging to its blessed warmth. Time passed and the acolytes sleep seemed uninterupted. Nothing could be seen for miles.

It was time to change watches.

[Miraqariftsky]

Eventually, though, by the walking of the shadows and the slow stride of the stars and moon across the sky--- and the growing heaviness of his own eyelids and limbs--- Urpna feels the passing of the hour. Hours? Minutes? Emperor alone knows...

With a yawn, Adti proceeds about his patrol of the camp for about the twelveth time, yet with his old hunter's--- and trooper's--- senses still keen as they ever were, despite the fatigue. By that selfsame sense, born on the march and honed on countless battlefields, he walks up to the base of the rocky promontory that Ethan has taken to be his watchtower...

Whuuuu-eeet-eeeet!

...purses his lips and whistles low enough to not wake the others, but loud enough to call his attention. [And when that doesn't do the trick, some tossed pebbles assuredly will(?)]

When Ethan turns to look upon this disturbance, Adti jabs a finger up at him, then swipes his hand down to the ground. He then inclines his head towards his folded hands in a pantomime of sleep and then jabs a finger again up at him.

Once that is done, he stalks over to where Uriel lies and shakes the elderly cogboy... the cogfather? the elderdritch? ... and whispers, "Padre. Y'watch's up."

[huyche]

Ethan slided off the lump of rock and gesticulated back with a silent question: "What?!".
Then, finally guessing what the guardsman meant, simply nodded, looked around for a cozy enough spot to crash at and lay down there, putting his backpack as a makeshift pillow under his head.

[Kiranvonstrom]

I assume I'm still fast asleep? Nicolo fell asleep quicky as soon as he sat down. He was more exhausted than he had looked.

[Exthalion]

The surprisingly young techpriest moves but doesn't stir for a few moments.

"You were eight point three seconds early. The Canticle Spiritus Invictus corresponds exactly to the watch cycle length.

Thank you though, I appreciate your thought in coming to wake me."

[profitofrage]

"OH FRAK! I saw one I SAW ONE!"
"OH you moron..now they have definably heard us!" cut clear and hard through the dimming night sky. The sound having came from a pack of men wearing sand coloured cloaks, crawling on there stomachs and inching closer to the protective rocks for the last hour or so.
Luckily for the acolytes one of them seemed to have jumped at a ghost and given away there position.
"Frack!..Get to cover" They said bursting from the ground and to the nearest safty providing rock.

"Give us the Girl and noone gets hurt!" one shouted hugging the rockface.

large scale map.
http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff331/profitofrage/Mapbattle.jpg?t=1297039774

Zoomed in a little more
http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff331/profitofrage/mapbattle2.jpg?t=1297039770

Edit:
Also..please ensure at the end of your posts you post what actions your doing mechanically. i.e Full action move to V6. Full auto shots at enemy #1 e.t.c

[Exthalion]

Praise be Sol our ancestral home, in its light does mankind thrive.
Praise be Terra under Sol, mother of Mankind and its Emperor's throne.
Praise be Luna of Terra born, cradle of his Primarchs and Space Marines.
Praise be Mars the Primeval Forge, where the Emperor was revealed anew.

It was a simple children's catechism, to remind them of the importance of Holy Terra and Solsys. It was strange though, of the many formal and ornate tech prayers he knew that Uriel should recite so basic a portion of the Imperial Creed.

Move if I can to AS22

[DaedalusMkV]

Stane bolts upright at the sound of the enemy's voice, gripping his Long-Las tightly in reflex. There we go. I was wonderin' when things were gonna go wrong... He quickly gets up and double-times it to a nearby rock, where he can take cover from fire.


Full-round move to AP24, then crouch behind the rock.

[huyche]

Those dregs had to disturb him just only as he relaxed and was ready to take a nap!
Ethan jumped to his feet and glanced around, trying to pick up the direction the shouting was coming from.
Behind him, Ash was in the relative safety of being at the rear and hugging the ground. So, he reasoned that the optimum way to protect her would be getting rid of the hostiles ASAP.

The man broke into a sprint to a protruding piece of rock across the camp and took cover behind it.

His usual merry enthusiasm gone in a flash, replaced with grim determination and will to smash these despicable foes.


Run move. Crouching behind the rock at AQ30.
He will stay there listening for signs of enemies approaching his hiding spot.

[Kiranvonstrom]

Nicolo's eyes opened at the man's shouting, then swiftly shut again. Half a second later, Nicolo fully woke up. Fumbling around in the sand next to him for his autogun and his glasses, he pulled himself up, and readied the autogun.
"Alright. Who's. Disrupting. MY. BEAUTY. SLEEP!" the rather slight and vaguely nonthreatening assassin roared.
If you'r going to play a pampered princeling, why not enjoy it? I'll post my move later.
AE 18, please.

[profitofrage]

As ethan began to dash for the cover of the rock face the Unidentified attackers shouted ounce more.
"I said Hand over the girl DAMBIT!" a mans voice shouted before the loud crackling of fully automatic fire echoed throughout the casm. The man having fired a burst into the air in an attempt to sound serious.

Stane hearing the gunfire dashed towards the nearest point of cover.

Ash got up and clung to the ground, tears streaming from her eyes but otherwise silent.

[Miraqariftsky]

"TO ARMS!" Adti roars, whirling about to face the foe. Beady black eyes squint into the distance, spotting the telltale flutter of cloth and glint of guns against the darkness of the night.

He briefly considers resorting to the silent hand-signs of the Guard so as not to betray their movements to the enemy, but decides against it since they're already here, practically within spitting distance. Spitting distance of slugs an' bolts, at any rate... "Padre, rearguard, with the girl! St'ne, flank-an'-frak! Prince, cut off they's south! Harmless... hold that rock!"

With adrenaline and hot blood, relief and fervour pounding in his veins, Urpna himself charges in, skidding to a stop behind one of the rocky outcrops oh-so-handily strewn about. Thinking to buy some time for their flankers... he calls out questions and taunts to the heretics in hiding, "Ah, relleh now? An' why by tha Emp'rer's balls do ye want this scrawny little slip of a girl 'ere? Don't y'all 'ave yer own whores already? Oh rrrrriiiiight! We burnt a coupla yer bytches ta bloody greasy crisps, eh?"

BRATATATATAT!

A burst of automatic fire barks into the darkness, muzzle flares briefly driving back the shadows. Adti flattens himself against the rock, then turns and carefully braces his own rifle across a crevice on the boulder, then calls out again, "The Emp'rer says ta ne'er ask a heretic howdy-do, just fer the 'oly strength ta kill 'im. Ooh! But y'all be off'rin' ah-sah-merrrrrrcyyyyy a barggin ain't y'all? Tell ye wot, tell us why yer after 'er an' we don't burn all of ye!"


Run [already at max speed for an Agi 30, eighteen squares if I am not mistaken] to AR-24, if I read the map correctly. Should be behind that clump of rocks at AS-22

[Exthalion]

OOC:
Alter where I moved to first get the girl and then take her to the same spot so we would be behind cover.

"Ash, come quickly, come with me behind cover. Please believe me that we really do want to keep you alive. You need not fear us, but they most certainly mean you harm."

[profitofrage]

New map
http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff331/profitofrage/Battlemap2.jpg?t=1297136261

The acolytes quickly scurried to there positions, Adti shouting as he went.
Ash clung to Uriel as he rushed her to the saftey of the rocks.

"FRAK YOU!..AND your accent!..well take the girl from your dead hands f we have to." The enemy shouted out into the dark night.


Everyone
Although it is indeed night time, the moon is bright. Night fighting will be done at -10

[DaedalusMkV]

Stane ignores Urpna's barked commands, setting up his rifle on the rock and settling back into his Sniper's stance. "Target acquired. Range: 60 metres. Hostile commander."


Brace the weapon and Half aim at the target who shot last round.
Edited and rolls removed (they were unnecessary).

[profitofrage]

DaedalusMkV
Bracing takes a half action sorry. so its a target score of 58.
In either case you still hit. His whole body is covered, since there not attacking yet.
Pen is 1
AP of the rock is 16
damage done in total is 21. so minues toughness bonus. overall damage is 3 to the leg.
This wont be implemented till your initiative.
If you would like to reroll. make another post.


EDIT

[Miraqariftsky]

Centring his sights on the one who shouted back, Urpna squeezes off an automatic burst in response, peppering the enemy's rock with bullets to keep their heads down.

BRAKATAKTAKATAK!

Adding insult to injury, and capitalizing on something that apparently ticked at least one of the heretics off, he shouts again, "Aoh rrrrrrRELLEH naow? Y'all be 'urtin' me fellens! Come oooaan an' letsch plaaaaiiiyyyy, EH?"


Hmm. Is there any way to get off a Full Burst while on the run? If so, dash over to that next clump of rocks, the ones right next to the No Man's Land between the two groups.
Well, if not...
This turn: Suppressive Fire
---On the off-chance that something may hit, test against BS 18
[roll0]

Edit: Ahahahaha! Missed by ONE bit! Heh. Definitely a miss, unless the chief says otherwise.

[profitofrage]

Nexus-R.C._Mina
its a miss, but the shots will ring off right next to them ;p -5 to there test against pinning.
Unfortuanatly no, you cant fire and move without the required talent.

Cant implement any of these till huyche posts his action ^_^

[huyche]

Between the guardsmen' automatic fire and their enemies' reluctance to initiate a frontal attack, Ethan decided its better to observe and wait for a change or an opening in the current disposition, instead of rushing headlong and catching someone's stray bullet.

[profitofrage]

As Ethan stayed tucked behind the safety of the rocks. The hostiles were forming a plan.
"You wont give her up...then its your heads...show em we mean buisness" A shout was heard before a man whipped out of cover and pressed the barrel of an autogun upon the rock and let loose a stream of automatic fire.


Enemy is firing full auto at Urpna and those nearbye.
Full auto + 20 night - 10 target to beat is 30

[roll0]
[roll1] - urpna
[roll2] - stane
[roll3] - Uriel
[roll4] - ash
[roll5] - Urpna


Result is a Jam!


The Hostile looks through his site and pulls the trigger, hearing the horrific clack and twang of the shell getting jammed in the barrel.
"AW FRACK!" the man shouted Before a hail of bullets scoured the rock face. Urpna showing his vengance.


willpower tests to avoid pinning. all at - 5
Rolls wont work on edited posts..so ill roll on my own dice roller.
all but one fail.

also the one who fired is exposing his arms, head and gun.


All the men immediatly hit the deck as the large spray of bullets wash over them only one seems unphased.
"THAT ALL YOU GOT!" the assumed leader spouted.

[Miraqariftsky]

"BAHAHA!" comes the feral's harsh laughter at the enemy's misfortune. "Me five-flood-old daughter shoots better'n ye!" Heh. Heh. Heheheh. Flat arsed lie, heretic scum. Then again, any children from me last night with me three wives afore I left home fer th' High Warlord's cap'tal should be more'r less that-wise old by now...

With a muttered prayer to the Emperor and his left hand bracing the barrel against the rock he's crouching behind, Adti lets loose another hail of hot lead.


Braced Full Auto burst towards enemy front, centred on fellow-who-exposed-himself and fellow-who-keeps-shouting-back.
38+20 +10
Target number: 68
[roll0]
IF any hit...
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]
[roll5]
[roll6]

[profitofrage]

Nexus-R.C._Mina

bracing like with heavy weapons...takes a half action. thus cant be done on the same round you fire fullauto or burst.
also untill niccolo and uriel, then ethan and stane post again that wont be implemented due to initiative.

[DaedalusMkV]

Brave... Dumb, but brave, that one. Stane settles his crosshairs on the enemy leader, then says a silent prayer and fires.


A second Standard Aim, then fire at the only enemy who's still out of cover (the leader with the autogun). Called Shot to the head.
[roll0] VS 38+20(2 aims)+10(Accurate)+10(Braced)+10(Short Range)-10(Night)-20(Called Shot:Head) for a target score of 58.

Damage 1: [roll1]
Damage 2: [roll2]
Damage 3: [roll3]

[DaedalusMkV]

I'd like to use a Fate Point to reroll that 1 for damage on the first one.
[roll0]
EDIT: Okay, that's a total of 17 damage to the head. Pen 1 if he's wearing any headgear, but I don't think he is.

[Exthalion]

"Behold the fruit of your transgression! Praise be the god of all machines, who has judged between us this day and favored us in the presence of sinners and wicked men!

Thanks be to you O machine spirit, who rebelled against the evil of those unfit to wield you! We shall rescue you from these unclean and sanctify you with prayer and holy oils."

OOC: Run with Ash behind cover to AO22 and AO23

[huyche]

Out of the blue a splendid idea crossed Ethan's mind. A smirk formed on his face against his own will. With that the hiver launched himself into a charge towards the location of guardsmen in cover.
Upon reaching the closer one he broke into a slide on his side next to the sniper, softly rustling the sand on the ground.

Ethan whispered smiling: 'Hey, Specialist, got anything to make a mess of the snug shelter of theirs? Also, I'll need some serious cover fire. Tell the big guy over there.' He pointed at Adti.

Charge to Stane's position, under the rocky cover.

[Kiranvonstrom]

Nicolo sighed, and tried to re-assert his professionality. You aren't good at long ranges, his training said. So make them shorter, but keep to cover. We can't have scum spilling noble blood, can we?
Nicolo scanned the area, and his eyes alit on a rock some distance off. That, his training said, would make a good place to advance into ripper-pistol range from, if he could get there with out getting shot.
Nicolo dropped into a sprint, doing his best to dodge Ash and the techpriest as he moved up past them, toting the autogun.
if I could get to BC29, with a full move of 24 (Ag is 41 after advances), that would be great.

[profitofrage]

Kiranvonstrom
couldnt make the entire move. so i moved you as close as you can, you stil end up in cover.


Ash folowed Uriel promptly clinging to the rocks intent on not exposing a single hair to the enemy. She was wheeping.

The enemy was jostled, pinned down. The man who fired ducked his head determined to keep it. Attempting poorly to unjam his weapon.
The determined leader however began to act foolish. He like his friend whipped up out of cover and fired a hail of bullets at the clump of foes.
His pinned friends snapping off poorly aimed shots from there weapons.


full auto +20 night - 10 target to beat 30
[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]
[roll5]

single shot as they can only make half actions. -10 for night. target to beat is 20
[roll6]
[roll7] - first

[roll8]
[roll9] - second

[roll10]
[roll11] - third


The stream of gunfire patters off the rocks and into the sand, the barrage of projectiles missing. Uriel however is nearly hit, if it were not for the large collection of rocks in front of him. Rocks sprayed into his vision, but luckily doing no harm. The machine spirits in the hands of the enemy...seemed to wish no harm on them this night.

That was when Stane..the shot that he was landed a solid shot on the leaders overactive mouth. The mans head burst alight periodically, his hair now singed completly left in nothing but small patches. His eyes superheated He clutched at them screaming. He curled up yelping, his 'friends'seeing to him for aim...it was clear he would not be so boastful now.


Hes now at crit 4, 2 levels of fatigue (-20 to all tests) and is blind for 5 rounds, it will wear off when his eyes cool down :P
Ill assume That stane gave Ethan the grenade as a free action THIS round.
Its now effectivly Uprna's turn
int
ethan
npc
ash
stane
Urpna *
niccola
uriel



New map
http://i537.photobucket.com/albums/ff331/profitofrage/Round3.jpg?t=1297301536

[Exthalion]

Uriel thought for a moment. This was not a preferable situation due to the high degree of cover the enemies possessed.

"Specialist Stane, can you get me an accurate range estimate to the enemy?

Those of you with projectiles and not Laz weapons, hold your ammo a moment."

OOC: Hold action to perform technical knock on any of our guns that jam. It is a half action.

[DaedalusMkV]

Down... Not clean, though. Best not count him yet... Stane resettles his aim on the next enemy, while mechanically replying to the others. "Frag Grenades, back pouch, left pocket. Yes, there. Range to enemy is 60 metres." As punctuation to this statement, another blast is discharged from his rifle. *Crack*


Half aim then fire. My target is the enemy at CR24 (I think that's right, anyways.)
[roll0] vs 38+10(aim)+10(accurate)+10(braced)+10(half range)-10(night)-20(Called Shot: Head) for a target score of 48.
Damage 1: [roll1]
Damage 2: [roll2]
Damage 3: [roll3]

[DaedalusMkV]

I'll use a Fate Point to reroll that BS check.
[roll0]
EDIT: Well, wonderful. Epic fail all around, and a wasted Fate Point too. Blah. Better save the rest for later.

[profitofrage]

Specialist stane fired his LongLas and saw a rather curious site. The bolt of flashing red scorched through the night...but only that. Amidst the heat of battle one cannot be blamed for missing, especially when one has thus far had such a clean record.

Urpna fired a barrage of bullets all landing hard, unfortuanatly they landed hard into the rockface. Chipping up dust and chunks of rock. The enemy was still pinned.

[huyche]

"Frag Grenades, back pouch, left pocket."

Ethan dug a hand into the Specialist's back pouch and extracted a hand grenade. 'That should do.'

Praying that he won't get hit by any stray bullets he hurried back under the cover of the mass of stone south.


Edit: screwed up with the coordinates.

Run move to AO42 afterwards.

[profitofrage]

Ash seemed caught in her own little world, praying to the god emperor while pressed firmly against the rock face.

The hostiles were still pinned yet continued to pop off ill aimed shots at the acolytes.


Target to beat is 10

[roll0]
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]
[roll5]
[roll6]


The loud screech and clank could be heard by all, yet another one of the enemies weapons had rebelled against them and jammed. The wielders cursing could be heard as he tried to clear the chamber.

edit: Niccolo's turn

[Kiranvonstrom]

Nicolo paused behind the boulder, and began considering his options. HE could either charge them, or stay here, where, although their ability to shoot him was nearly negligable, so was his ability to hit them.
He glanced behind him, at the other members of his party, and sighed. Be great if everyone had micro-bead, he thought.
"Ah, well. I suppose I should play a waiting game for a little while here," he muttered.
Just moving to BB31 and trying to figure out where to go from there. He will also switch to the ripper pistol.

[Exthalion]

Uriel had decided fairly early on in this battle that shooting the enemy as anything but a last resort would be a bad idea. He was not a particularly good shot, his weapon was not calibrated for the engagement range, and it was dark and they were under cover. In short actual combat in these circumstances would be best considered as a very dangerous pastime in which his life was worth far more then he had the potential to gain.

As such moral support was a much better role to play. He spoke loudly, loud enough their opponents could hear him. With any luck they would try to shoot him and he, being completely behind a rock would be fine.

"Take heart my friends, for within the vastness of the firmament we are not forsaken among the uncountable stars.

Even now the light of Terra under Sol is upon us. For we serve the Lord of Mankind and upon us his favor rests. Stand firm in this test, and rejoice in it. For we are given the chance to prove our faith where others must profess only with words.

Let our deeds be like a fragrant offering, rising before the sight of the Emperor.

Oh Lord of Earth, if it be your will this night, have mercy on these poor children who oppose your servant.

In service of mankind it becomes necessary that some men must die.

If these are faithful and sacrifice required of them, then let their souls be gathered to your bosom.

If they serve heretics and evil men then let them be destroyed utterly and not the smallest fragment remain to continue service to the ruinous powers.

For the deaths of the righteous is cause for rejoicing for they are called home to your throne yet the blood of the wicked is a testament that their foul memory endures.

Oh Lord of Mankind in your name we endure, in your light we are sheltered, in your strength we are supported, in your eyes we are known."

If, as he suspected this was all some elaborate Inquisitorial test then hearing him proclaim the Emperor so loudly and in what, he hoped, was so pious a fashion that they might consider negotiation. It need not be that they all must die this night.

Then again, if they did stop shooting the situation would most likely only last long enough for his companions to get more favorable targeting solutions.

Either way he came off looking pious and he might come off as clever in battle.

Either way, it would be all according to plan.

[profitofrage]

*Overview*

Bullets flew through the air and echoed out off into the horizen as the acolytes continued to rain down the emperors fury onto there foolish enemies.
Pinned down and forced into only taking poorly aimed shots rather then leave the safty of the rocks covering them.

The tech priest was preaching the emperor's name and sent shivers down there attackers spine.

Ash had been doing little...going only where she was taken and otherwise staying close to the ground muttering something. No doubt a prayer to keep her safe.

The Acolytes may have been surprised by the attackers..but they had certainly turned the tide of the battle.


posting order.
ethan
npc
ash
stane
Urpna
niccola
uriel

[huyche]

Getting enough distance from the position his allies had taken, so as not to get himself easily spotted by the enemies, Ethan daringly dashed towards their cover. He hoped that with all that shouting and shooting they would not recognize him running about.

2 turns worth of running east from current position.

[profitofrage]

npc turn


The pinned hostiles behind the rocks were begining to see that there attempt for an ambush was not going well. They had not expected to meet such opposition.
"Frak...screw the girl toss the grenades!" one yelled, the others snapping to attention.


willpower test to see if they break pinning there target is 10 so i doubt it
[roll0]

Regardless three of them use half actions to throw blind grenades (smoke grenades) in front of the rockface. since there literally just rolling grenades down the rock face the rolls to hit are meaningless since they will scater downwards anyway, the rolles are for grenade mishaps

[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]


Three of the men immediatly drop grenades down the side of the rockface. Not a moment after exploding into a thick dense white cloud covering them from the view of the acolytes.

[DaedalusMkV]

Just as Stane begins correcting his aim from the last shot, he sees the enemy drop their grenades. "No shot... You ain't gettin' away!" With that, he slings his rifle at his back and sprints in the direction of the rock they've been hiding behind. "Move it, everyone. They're coverin' our advance, let's take advantage of it!"

Run to BH24.

[Miraqariftsky]

GRENADES!

There is no time for shock, only action. And yet in the split second that it takes for Adti's muscles to tense for immediate flight and cover, he realizes, If'n they 'ad 'ny fire-flingers capable of hitting us, they woulda used 'em afore now! It's only cover! Emp'rer's arse, charge!

As he hears Stane lose sight of his prey and then sees his fellow soldier's bulk rush out towards the enemy, Urpna takes his autogun in both hands and charges out as well, weaving and jinking in his path, in case the enemy might send them some parting shots...


Run to... BL-23? Wasn't able to decipher the exact X-coordinate. Should be 18 metres right-ward from his current position.

[Kiranvonstrom]

Nicolo's face barely registered the grenade's explosions, reasoning that it was unlikely that he would be damaged by the blast, parked as he was behind cover. As soon as the cloud of smoke emerged, Nicolo almost cracked a smile.
What do you know? He thought. Perhaps the Emperor smiled on people like him. It was exactly the cover he needed.
After glancing briefly around, Nicolo charged forward, trusting that the smoke would cover his sprint. If only it could cover their shots if they noticed him. Years of training to dodge blindfolded should help with that, though.
Move me to CA37 (If I can make it). I swapped the autogun for the ripper-pistol mid-run, in order to better blow the enemy to their gods.
Sorry about taking so long to post, but I have my next few turns plotted out, so don't worry about me taking that long for awhile.

[Exthalion]

To charge forward and risk Ash would endanger their mission. Sometimes the individual could be lost in the quest for glory.

So, sitting down in front of Ash he carefully took her hands surprisingly gently in his own.

"Shhh child, shh. It will be alright. They aren't going to hurt you now. The Emperor is with his children, all of them. He is here right now with you. His heart is moved by your pain, and he gives you his love and support. All mankind has this blessing, if they but ask for it.

Your safe now, you don't have to be afraid."

OOC: We have established I don't fight. So nothing besides the above.

[profitofrage]

As the smoke screen continued to spray up, concealing the rockface the hostiles took there chance to reload and get there bearings.
"Frak this is bad..." one shouted as they all refitted the magazines into there weapons.

Thats when they saw a large warrior break clear of the smoke screen rushing towards them as fast as he could muster.
"There charging!?..OH ****!" the Man at the end yelped as he fumbled with his gun, trying to bring it to bear in time.
The men behind the rockface are wearing what appears to be common clothing, though each one wearing a backpack and strapped with various 'essentials'. All of which is topped off by a coat obviously matching the desert surroundings.

All the hostiles are taking a full action to reload as they were not expecting a charge. they are currently shaken (as in morally)

Ash looked up to the uriel and held his hand tightly, looking up at him with a frightened look.
"where not safe at all...we wont be safe untill we get off this desert....there following us." she said before burrying herself in Uriel's robes apparently for safety.

[DaedalusMkV]

Hearing the enemy's panicked voices, Stane grins a bit. Then, without breaking stride he shouts, "There's no reason to get yourselves killed! Any of y'that tosses down their weapons and backs off gets to leave alive!" Then, the over-enthusiastic Guardsman lays on an extra burst of speed, rushing to close the gap with his opponents.

Run to BZ24. If possible, I'd like to draw my Monosword as part of the action as well. If not, can I do that as part of a Charge?

[profitofrage]

DaedalusMkV
unfortuanatly the rules are fairly specific here. Drawing a weapon is a half action without quick draw..so you cant take full actions like (run) and (charge) and equip it sorry. The idea behind it is that your concentrating to much on running to pull out a weapon. I will however let the rule of cool apply if you spend a fate point (if you have any) to equip it as a free action during your run this one time.

[Miraqariftsky]

Urpna bulls forward, the cold night air as naught to his blood, now burning with a Banite's rage. He skides to a stop just outside beyond the reach of the enemy's smokescreen and grins as he sees their fumbling foes out of their rocky cover.

He levels his barrel at them and holds down the trigger, hosing the great boulder--- and those upon and behind it--- with a hail of hot lead, only letting go when his magazine runs dry.


Full Auto burst [roll0] BS 38 +10 short range +20 Auto burst = target 68
Primary Targets: first two bandidos at the top of their formation, those that are most exposed to fire from Urpna's current position.
Secondary Targets: other bogeys behind the rock, keep 'em pinned

Damage, if any hit:
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]
[roll5]
[roll6]

[Miraqariftsky]

BRATATATA!

...klik!

Seeing the devastation he has wrought, Adti yells out as he prepares to reload, "YEAH! SAHRRENDAH NOW AN' WE WON'T RIP Y'ALL APART!"


One more damage roll, apparently.
[roll0]

Righteous Fury confirmation [roll1]
[roll2] extra damage, if crit confirmed

Annnnnnd just fer kicks, Intimidate check
[roll3]

[Kiranvonstrom]

Nicolo calmly levelled the ripper at the nearest enemy,doing his best to slow down from his run. He briefly sighted at the man's head, though he hardly expected to hit it, and fired.
Unlike the guardsman, Nicolo didn't scream a battlecry. If he had tried that sort of stunt on Malfi, then he would have quickly been a lump of recently animate flesh on the floor. On the other hand, this was a battlefield, not a ballroom.

Half-Move to BY25 (If I'm reading the map correctly) and fire, single shot at CA24
BS 33+ 10 RDS (BS43) [roll0]
Damage [roll1] I or
Tearing [roll2] I
PEN 7
If that damages the man, then he has a toughness test to make, at -5 per point of damage taken.

Seeing the shot glance the man, Nicolo smiled, pehaps with a little too much joy to be entirely healthy. Somewhere in the back of his head, a portion of his subconcious purred with contentment.

[Kiranvonstrom]

And I believe that was righteous fury
[roll0]
If rending factors into that, then
[roll1]

[profitofrage]

The hail of shots poured down onto the attackers before they had a chance to react.
The hail of bullets from Urpna tore a man to shreds, his blood splattering over the rock face and collapsing in a gorey heap. The Blind man dropped to the ground screaming as the extra shots whizzed past his head and tore at the leg and chest of another. Indeed they were not dead, but the blood dripping from there wounds spoke volumes.

As if that wasnt enough The Assasin's toxic weapon fired with an exotic shredding sound, tearing into the back of the only surviver of Urpna's attack. With his back oozing congeled blood, the barb sticking in deep it was a surprise he lived long enough for the poisen to reach his heart. Indeed he coughed up blood but ounce before falling face first on the rocks...clearly dead all to the sounds of curses and screams from the men now clearly caught in a pincer...and suffering its effects.

[Exthalion]

"Hush child, in so much as it is in our power we will protect you. There there now, calm yourself, it is nearly over.

Cry all you need to. Let it all out. Your heart is too full of fear and pain. Let it out, and be free of it. That's why we cry, because our hearts are too full. Tears are the hearts way of letting out what it can't hold onto any longer.

It okay now, the Emperor is with you, right here and right now. He is watching over you, and no force in the galaxy can harm you while he protects you."

Raise his voice so the others can here him at the distant fight Uriel called out, "Preserve at least one. What they know may be needful to us."