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DrK

2014-06-24, 03:37 PM

Inspiring words from Lady Sollanum are broadcast fleet wide before the massive fleet spearheaded by the deadly Demeter followed by the colossal Repulse and it attendant clippers. Even as they enter immaterium the savagery of the Void Dancer's Roll is unleashed, a tempestuous cascade of rolling warp energy lashing the fleet but with a combination of Lady Sollanum's piloting skills and the warp mastery of Master Cassini the fleet escapes unschathed - geller fields howling - but undamaged... The warp is fast, Cassini riding strong currents in the empyrean before with a yawning blackness a great rift opens up in front of the fleet spiralling down to a crazed vortex ending in blackness. Even as the Orions chase Demeter the massive Repulse slips backwards before being cast from the warp....

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Demeter leads the way as minutes later the 3 Orions burst forth as well. All 3 coated in warp ice and geller fields still flickering. The dark glittering star of Furibundus gleaming and shimmering far ahead.... 18 hours later as the massive, sprawling void port of gigantic stone asteroids bound together by ornate bridges, flexible tunnels, and chains the size of voidships, centred around a macrostatue of the most holy God-Emperor of Mankind dozens of kilometres high begins to loom into view. This statue, placed by Footfall's founder, the Rogue Trader Parsimus Derwin, looks out sadly over a morass of vice, degradation, perversion, sedition, mutation, and heresy. Moving on without the Repulse docking requests begin to trickle in, the usual excitement of a prominent and rich Rogue Trader coming to the floating space facility. The vox crackles faintly however as a day's travel from Footfall a massive rift miles high forms in space, the Repulse pouring back into realspace. A gouge from its flank were it had been gouged by an aethric reef.

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As the fleet comes slowly up to the floating asteroids an agent of Liege Tanthus Moross sends out a message to the Demeter... "Approaching fleet. Welcome to Footfall...."

Toxic Mind

2014-06-24, 05:36 PM

Corlis Vahn had been travelling Footfall for a few days before the Demeter and her accompanying ships arrived. The Raptor Marine always went hooded and cloaked among the less savory population of Footfall, not out of fear for his safety of course, but simply as a matter of discretion. The Space Marine would have been easily recognizable as what he was by the service bolts and genetic augmentations that made him stand out even among the largest of everyday humans. Corlis' face looked as if it had been carved from marble, and he showed as much emotion as the stone itself the vast majority of the time. Both of his sets of power armor and his weapons were safely stored in an Inquisition safehouse, guarded by his retinue of techpriests and his personal apothecary, Gordian Savos.

Gordian, for all his skill with healing his battle brothers, was wickedly skilled with a chainsword, almost skilled enough to rival Corlis, and even as he walked the slums of this decaying place, Corlis never feared for his armor.

He recalled his assignment, his return once more to the Deathwatch. A Veteran of the First Company, recipient of the Crux Terminatus, he was surprised when the Vigil Commander told him that he would be accompanying a Rogue Trader and assisting her in her endeavors. He was less surprised when he learned her family history, the Purges that almost wiped out her Dynasty by the Ordo Xenos. And then Corlis understood. He was a guardian, but also a watcher. Livilla Sollanum would seek out the xenos as all her family had done, and Corlis would use this to bring the Emperor's Fury to them. And if she should waver, he would be there to see that her heresy did not spread.

As the Demeter enters Footfall, Corlis has his techpriests send a short message to the Captain.

++BEGIN TRANSMISSION++
++LADY LIVILLA SOLLANUM AND HER OFFICERS ARE HEREBY CHARGED BY THE AUTHORITY OF THE ORDO XENOS TO APPEAR IN PERSON AND MEET WITH SERGEANT CORLIS VAHN TO DISCUSS HIS TERMS OF SERVICE ABOARD THE DEMETER++
++END TRANSMISSION++

The message contains a set of coordinates to meet at, a noble house whose holdings, upon further research, it would seem had been seized by the Inquisition some time ago after the family had been charged with Heresy. Apparently, the space marine awaited them there.

Breadstick

2014-06-26, 03:50 AM

Septimus Solanum was afraid when the Repulse was drawn away from the fleet. He knew the stories about ships being lost forver and did not want to suffer that fate. He gave the crew instructions to pray and the prayers were answered. He arrived. It was later than the rest but there was only a little damage. He sent a message to the fleet: "We have returned from the Warp. Repulse has suffered light damage and request permission to have repairs made."

Raunchel

2014-06-26, 05:53 AM

When the fleet emerges from the immaterium the absence of the Repulse worries Livilla. She can’t afford to lose the ship, it is one of the few that she has left and the cost of replacing it would be immense. Another major issue would be the destruction of morale, the crews would obviously believe that this whole voyage is cursed, and maybe even that the Emperor wants greater punishment for the family’s disloyalty.

She however is distracted from her worries by a short message. The Inquisition wants her presence somewhere, and Simangele didn’t even warn her about it. They want her to meet with a sergeant, which is truly peculiar. What would she have to do with a lowly sergeant. It almost sounds like an insult. She is a Rogue Trader, a peer of the Imperium and has the power of a pocket battleship and its escorts at her command. And he is to serve on the Demeter? That sounds like even more people sent to keep an eye on her, but now on a more military side, sergeant is a fully military title. Excellent, even more weapons aimed at the back of her head.

She almost immediately sets off in her private gun-cutter, piloted by one of the best flyers in her whole fleet. It is escorted by a full squadron of fighters, there is no reason to do without proper security. Simangele sits next to her, she is nervous, but hides it well. She also didn’t expect this, maybe the sergeant was sent to ascertain her own loyalties?

The small craft lands at the noble holdings and the rogue trader steps out, flanked by her officers. Several servo-skulls and cherubs flutter around her and a massive servitor stands right behind her, generating a powerful force field. The party looks around, wondering who their host might be.

Wyndeward

2014-06-26, 08:35 AM

Brother Matthias let out a breath when the lost ship came into view, his silent prayers answered. He had prepared a eulogy for the ship and its crew and was glad not to use it. Footfall beckoned like a cheap whore, its dens of iniquity and other sources of villainy present for all to see.

DrK

2014-06-26, 12:54 PM

The lander passes through the airlock and slowly lands under a great dome of armourglass within sight of the solemn looking massive statue. The garden is barren, the careful ornamental beds abandoned with the purge, some of the beds scorched and blackened where sinister xeno flora was purged with fire.

As the Lady Captain and her retinue descend from the flyer they can all see a cloaked yet massive figure in the garden. Huge and powerful looking.. One of the Angels of Death! The rank Sergeant not seeming so lowly now!

Raunchel

2014-06-27, 05:12 AM

Livilla Solanum finds the sight of the scoured gardens depressing. She has seen the work of the Inquisition before, and the memories still hurt her. Even the decorations were burned if they were considered to bee too xenophilous, which in essence meant everything that showed xenos not being actively fought by Imperial forces.

She approaches the Angel of Death, followed closely by her attendants. She is unarmoured and only lightly armed, she knows that being armoured won't help her to escape anyways, and this way she can make a more peaceful and compliant impression. She wears her many medals with the usual pride. They give her a more military look than just the perfectly white uniform. It isn't really a uniform of course, she had it designed just for herself and she has dozens of variations on it. She reaches the sergeant: "Sergeant Corlis Vahn, I presume?"

Wyndeward

2014-06-28, 03:13 PM

Victor Cassini tied his headscarf around his head, covering his Third Eye in preparation of going ashore. Footfall was a vast port and the opportunities were legion. He boarded one of the vessel's shuttles and waited for the craft to dock with the space station.

His first goal was to explore the possibility of a cargo needing transportation to Jerazol, so as to turn a profit on this leg of the journey, followed by some shopping for personal goods and, possibly, some information on the present conditions on both Jerazol and Nadeush. Given the recent trouble with the trip through the Maw, perhaps so navigational aids would be in order...

kind_of_a_ROBOT

2014-06-28, 08:27 PM

Roland Wassenburg glanced at Brother Mathais with a faint smile, he knew they both were praying for the lost ship, but the flight-marshall cursed himself for not leading the CVP himself while The Repulse was missing. And now she was damaged. He sighed heavily to himself when Lady Solanum and the rest left the bridge to go about their duties. He had no official business on Footfall himself, but it had been some time since he had gone ashore. Besides, he had given 1st Squadron shore leave for the short time they had on Footfall. It may improve morale for the flight-marshall to be seen relaxing with his men. And, he smirked to himself, he owed Lieutenant Corvus another game since their last one.

He made his way to his personal quarters, which were modest by the standards of the rest of the command crew on The Demeter, but which made a naval admiral's bunk look like a privy. From the view out his massive armorplast windows he could see Footfall stretched out before him, hanging in the void. Lady Solanum had scolded him before regarding his appearance while not aboard The Fleet, though he still preferred not to be too ostentatious. Over his dark blue command uniform, he pulled on his grey great coat, adorned with metals from both his time in the navy and his service to the Rogue Trader Fleet. Below the silver epaulette of his right shoulder hung his command ropes. He buckled on his second gun belt, adding the matching bolt pistol to the one he already wore. In addition to the long dagger at his waist, he also slung his power sword belt across his chest over his coat, it hung neatly below his wrist. He reached for his dark leather gloves, but stopped before putting them on, instead sliding them neatly into his belt. If any item of his attire would gain him respect in a place like Footfall, his tattoos surely would.

The launch bays for Squadron 1 were only a step from his quarters. He preferred to be near his men. He climbed aboard Her Righteous Blade, his personal Fury Interceptor. Before he docked, he swung his ship around The Repulse to examine the damage. He frowned, the void was capricious.

After landing on Footfall he radioed Lieutenant Corvus to locate him. Likely the Lieutenant and the rest of First Squadron would be in some seedy bar or another. Besides a bit of fun, he might be able to pick up some useful rumors or information. Footfall was good for such things.

Toxic Mind

2014-06-29, 12:38 PM

The Inquisition's Manse - The Meeting
Corlis Vahn bows his head in acknowledgement. "And you would be Lady Livilla Solanum." It is a statement, not a question. "Would you care to come inside? The manse has been fully stocked, and I will admit that I would much rather have this conversation sitting, and enjoying some of the finer accouterments that the Inquisition has provided me." The man is unarmored as well, no need to create a spectacle, but given his size and strength, he is no less fearsome for the lack. His service bolts are prominently displayed on his forehead, but beyond that he wears little adornments. As they walk inside the manse, Livilla can see that it was once a very noble family's place before the Inquisition got ahold of it. Now there are spots on the walls where paintings once hung that are conspicuously bare, and the house has an eerie feel to it. Corlis leads them to a large table in the mail hall, that he has apparently requisitioned as a desk of sorts. It is covered with data-slates and a few books (great Emperor the man had books?!) that looked almost as old as the Imperium itself. Corlis motions for her to sit. "I assure you, you need not fear for your life here. Had we wanted you dead, I would have done you the courtesy of killing you in your own ship, rather than drawing you here." There is no humor in his voice, only a statement of fact, but also no threat. The Space Marine could have been reading off the mission briefing for a five year Guard tour on Titan for all the emotion he displayed.

Raunchel

2014-06-30, 08:40 AM

Livilla follows the Angel of Death, waving her escort away. It is clear to her why this place was chosen, to intimidate her. He might try to give her an impression of peace, but there is no way to make his form nonaggressive in any way. He was created for war, and she knows it. But she doesn’t show her feelings, she is used to having the guns of the Inquisition aimed at the back of her head. But still, this is the first time that she has spoken to one of the Astartes and for some reason she can’t recall how they should be addressed.

The house saddens her, another family purged for heresy. She wonders what their crime might have been. She of course understands that certain things are forbidden, but still, the manse’s inhabitants had taste, and they have been removed from history. Not only themselves, but also their ancestors. A legacy of centuries, gone like that. She wonders if it will also happen to her family, the last of the three Solanum warrants burned along with all those who remember it. It almost seems like they want it to happen, why else would they now also send this monstrous man?

She sits down, smiling at the space marine. He is an enigma to her, she would have expected him to be boorish, a dedicated warrior of few words and little learning beside his deadly craft. But there is more to this one, his speech and behavior show a higher kind of person, and he reads. He hides emotion, but from what she sees, there have to be depths to him that he rarely reveals. And that tells a lot about him, and indicates that it might be possible to reason with him. He is worth a considerable price, she knows the fame of his kind when it comes to battle, and even if it is just propaganda, her rivals and enemies won’t know that.

”Thank you for your kind hospitality and comforting reassurances. I have to say that it is a great honour to speak to an esteemed warrior of the Emperor like you. In turn I would like to state that there is absolutely no reason why a servant of His Most Holy Emperor should desire my death. I am well aware that there were elements within my family that have performed actions and adhered to creeds that are rightly considered to be abominable, but I do not hold any such beliefs nor do I act against the creed of our Savior Emperor. But of course your backers will want more assurances than just my words, I would after all have said the same if I had been a traitor. That is one of the unpleasant things about them, they lie and deceive to undermine the holy works.”

She pauses, looking briefly over the books before locking his gaze, ”I assume that it is your intention to travel on board of the Demeter, and of course someone of your glorious brotherhood will always be welcome on my flagship wherever we travel. It truly pains me to ask this of someone as esteemed as you are, but there is the little matter of finances. As the bearer of a warrant of trade it is not just my duty to spread the Emperor’s light through the galaxy, but I am expected to finance these operations myself. At times this need for profit might clash with other needs. Of course, it is my greatest desire to utterly destroy the enemies of humanity wherever they roam, but the maintaining of a fleet and an army is quite an expensive undertaking and I cannot, and risk it without let’s say, probable compensation. This doesn’t mean that I intend to spare heretics or xenos of course, I just can’t afford to wage full wars with them. There are other arms within this Imperium which are better suited to such large-scale wars. Recent losses have damaged my finances a little and therefore I hope that I am not being rude by asking for your aid in situations where your expertise would be highly valuable.”

Toxic Mind

2014-06-30, 09:28 AM

The Meeting

Corlis nods at the woman's speech. The Captain was, as expected, putting on some airs as Rogue Traders were want to do, but she was hardly as insufferable as some of the other bearers of warrants that Corlis had met in his time. She also seemed open, but when she had no choice, a feigned welcome meant little. "My task is to see to the restoration of your dynasty, and that it follows the path of the Emperor in all things. As you managed to survive the purge of your family, the Inquisition reasons that you are a valuable asset, a living example of their mercy, and if you succeed now, a model for all citizens of the Imperium that the innocent will be uplifted and the guilty struck down." Corlis shakes his head, chuckling. "Their words, not mine. I am tasked with assisting you in all that I can, and if you do not squander that assistance, sectors could be claimed in your name. Should you stray, however..." Corlis sets a bolt pistol that is as big itself as Livilla's head on the table, making his point clear.

"As for introductions, I am Sergeant Corlis Vahn, Deathwatch First Company. I received the Crux Terminatus 50 years ago. I will require only a small hold for myself, but my armor and retinue must be properly housed. The terminator armor takes up some space, and it is attended by a small number of techpriests. I understand that you will not be launching all out war agains anyone anytime soon, and provided we suffer not the witch, the heretic, or the xeno to live, you shall find me amicable enough."

Raunchel

2014-07-01, 03:59 AM

The Meeting
Will he be her executioner? Or will that task still fall to Simangele? Or someone else, one of the storm troopers perhaps, or even something in her food? Definitely not the last option, they will want something violent, unless there is a successor prepared of course. Then poison would be the way. She has precautions against it, but in the end, they will kill her if they think that she has strayed. Removing all their agents would be difficult, it would have to be done quickly, and unfortunately she has no idea who all of them are. There are of course the open ones, like the man in front of her, but they would be immensely stupid to not have placed some amongst her staff as well, reporting in secret.

”And I am Livilla Solanum, ninety-third holder of the second Solanum warrant of trade by the will of the Emperor. Of course I have a few other titles, but I don’t like reciting the whole list, I’m certain that it will be somewhere in your papers and, well, they are only used for official functions anyways. Over the millennia my ancestors have gathered quite some of them, for instance I am the begum of Kheshig, a place that no one of my family has visited for more than a thousand years. But of course, that isn’t entirely relevant now. The necessary lodgings will of course be provided, I belief that there still is some space on the Demeter, Of course I don’t know much about the size or needs of your staff, but I like to think that my flagship is sufficiently spacious. For now it is my plan to make my way to a most peculiar planet named Naduesh. It is inhabited by primitive heathens who will be converted and apparently there is a lot of archeotechnology there, and salvaging that would be more than helpful in replenishing finances, and supporting the Imperium of course.”

Toxic Mind

2014-07-01, 04:17 AM

The Meeting

"Naduesh" Corlis runs the name through a nearby data-slate. "Very well. I will show myself to your ship, so that you may conclude your business in this place with all due haste. I hope you will not find it remiss that I introduce myself to your officers, though I will wait for you if you would prefer it thus. It is not my intent to change how you run your ship, merely to observe, and assist in what I can." Corlis stands, and the meeting is over. He shows Livilla to the lander, and then turns back to the manse. Already his small retinue is loading his gear and their own onto his Aquila, preparing it for transit to the Demeter. Corlis' face was grim. Now would come the real test of the Captain's worth.

DrK

2014-07-01, 04:43 AM

At the manse the meeting concludes peacefully and 3 hours later the marine is aboard the Demeter, a circle of awed crew watching wherever he went. Most trapped between awe and terror of the massive marine.

Down on Footfall Brother Matthias is appalled by the conditions, women and men sell themselves on every corner. The shrines lie dirty and empty and Narco-tribes and slavers rule many of the massive floating islands. The xenosium houses the alien and rogue psykers, the 7 witches, are sought out for their wisdom. For a station with a 12 mile tall statue of the God Emperor the level of depravity is exceedingly high.

For Lord Cassini there are many options. Some that may interest the primitive tribes of Naduesh, but nothing for the dead world of Jezahrol. The Kasbillica Mission trade in nearly everything despite being criminals and the Tutors can offer you prime servoslaves...

For the CAG the stench and warren of packed humanity is exciting...

make some skill, commerce or inquiry checks those who would like to do something before we return to the warp

Wyndeward

2014-07-01, 03:13 PM

For Lord Cassini there are many options. Some that may interest the primitive tribes of Naduesh, but nothing for the dead world of Jezahrol. The Kasbillica Mission trade in nearly everything despite being criminals and the Tutors can offer you prime servoslaves...

Lord Cassini made his way down to the merchants' quarter and sought out the Kasbillica Mission trade representatives and discuss the possibility of a cargo going to Nadeush.

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kind_of_a_ROBOT

2014-07-02, 06:16 AM

Flight-Marshall Wassenburg made his way through the twisting, rotten pathways of Footfall to the small gambling den where his men had taken up residence. He played a few games with Lieutenant Corvis and the rest, and this time made a better showing of himself, though he knew better than to take all of their credits After the games were finished, First Squadron made their way to a bar and the Flight-Marshall stayed for a few rounds before excusing himself. He had received word from Lady Livillia that they were to be entertaining another member of The Holy Inquisition, a Knight-Brother of the Deathwatch no less. It was time to make introductions. He gave his men instructions to return to The Demeter the moment he voxed, and headed for the door. On his way, he bought a round for a table of seasoned looking voidsmen, and after their drink asked what they knew of Naduesh and The Heathen Stars.

Once back aboard the flagship, he prepared himself to treat with the Deathwatch Sergeant.

Toxic Mind

2014-07-02, 12:17 PM

While the Flight Master had been enjoying the company of his crew on Footfall, Corlis had been busy roaming the ship. Unlike many other Space Marine Chapters, the Raptors had always seen the rank and file as not only necessary but also laudable parts of the Imperium's workings. And Corlis went about the ship, Inquiring as to the officers onboard, how they did their duty, and if they were well liked. As expected, most of the men and women Corlis talked to either froze up in fear, or awe, and were of little assistance. He thanked them all the same, and moved on. Deck officers, however, were much more responsive to the commanding presence he exuded, and were a valuable source of information about the inner workings, layout, and armaments of the ship. Corlis had been briefed, of course, but establishing such relationships was always a noble goal, especially given the length this mission may be. Those who would not respect his right to be onboard the ship, and ask the questions he wished, were quickly shown the error of their ways, and why Space Marines are not to be trifled with. Corlis made sure never to do any permanent damage, of course, but a few crewmen went away that day with a much healthier respect for the Emperor's Favored Sons.

As the vox informed him that Flight-Marshall Wassenburg had returned to the ship, Corlis made his way to the man's office. No Space Marine would travel on a ship whose defenses he had not personally inspected, and with the guns and engines inspected this day, all that remained was the fighter bay, a task that Corlis rather relished, given his penchant for flying voidcraft. Upon reaching it, he announces himself at the door. "Thank you for agreeing to see me, Flight-Marshall. May I come in?" Not that the man could stop him if he wanted to come in, but the niceties were to be observed. It made for a more stable living environment.

DrK

2014-07-02, 03:32 PM

The flight Marshal is able to pick up a fair bit about Naduesh. Naduesh is a human-inhabited Frontier World of hot, dry plains and enormous, sprawling megacities that are now little more than ruins but which speak of an awesome and now lost technological achievement. The mega-cities of Naduesh are maze-like warrens beneath an arching dome supported by huge pillars and walls set with massive bastions. Every part of the whole is set with structures that cling like gargoyles and riddled by vaults and tunnels. The bulk of the planet’s population follows a tribal existence away from the cyclopean mega-cities, following herds of herbivores that sustain and clothe them while viciously warring with each other for honour and bloody sport. The people of Naduesh have little understanding of the relics of technology left behind in these ruins, and seem unable to fully rebuild their society. The sounds and structure of the Nadueshi language and culture indicate a distant root in High Gothic and tie the population and its ruined mega-cities to a now lost age of Mankind.

The most influential of the human population on Naduesh dwells in Marajur, an immense enclosure of ruins thirty kilometres broad and three kilometres from ground wreckage to crumbling vaults high above. The interior space of Marajur gapes empty between its support pillars, and the curved ceiling vaults are set with enormous mosaics. The entire structure is large enough for its own weather systems, the haze of distant wall-bastions broken by white cloudsand sudden warm showers. As awe-inspiring as it is Marajur is a shadow of its former self: its base structures are ruined, its upper vault braces failing. With each passing year another of the upper vault structures tumbles down.

Despite its fallen status, Naduesh is used as supply point by many human Renegades and outlaws in search of provender beyond the reach of would-be hunters, trading weapons and slaves in return for livestock and fresh recruits from the planet’s feral warriors... His return to the Demeter takes no time at all and soon the massive shadow of the astartes darkens the door.

Down on the planet the slavers are happy to meet Lord Cassini. A suggestion of of hunting supplies and other accoutrements of the beast trade may prove popular, as would medicines and imperial grade survival gear... He would also like a representative of his own to go with an allowance of space for their own trading needs... Not much space, no more than 500 tons of space.. And of course your word that it will be sealed and not touched by the crew.

You may begin your commerce skills if you want

Wyndeward

2014-07-02, 03:53 PM

Down on the planet the slavers are happy to meet Lord Cassini. A suggestion of of hunting supplies and other accoutrements of the beast trade may prove popular, as would medicines and imperial grade survival gear... He would also like a representative of his own to go with an allowance of space for their own trading needs... Not much space, no more than 500 tons of space.. And of course your word that it will be sealed and not touched by the crew.

You may begin your commerce skills if you want

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As an aside, I have "Hard Bargain" as a talent.

DrK

2014-07-04, 03:49 PM

A day later the fleet begins to ready to leave Footfall space and the glare of the Furibundus star behind. The Demeter leading the way followed by the mammoth Repulse with its 3 smaller Orions in close attendance. In the depths of Demeter a fat merchant from the Kassabillican Mission arrived yesterday aboard a small halo barge with 3 small crates amidst the thousands of tonnes of modular hab survival bases and other beat gear. The Representatives from the mission, the factor Nero and his 12 heavily armed heavies all covered in tattoos with a variety of bionics. All happy to stay in some of the base voidsmen quarters in the lower decks out of the sight of anyone aside from Lord Cassini.

The merchants, casinos and whores of Footfall are devastated as the massive fleet takes it leave moving slowly towards jump point at the edge of the system. The hulking Repulsive the slowest item in the fleet. As the vessels move towards the edge of the system they begin to pass through the rocks and dust clouds at the edge of the system, augers and propulsion slowed by the stellar dust and rocks...

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Could people make auger rolls. Or roll for the crew if they are doing it and let me know what the order of travel is when the fleet is in motion...

DrK

2014-07-05, 02:56 AM

Augers straining as they enter the field, the last obstacle between the fleet and the system solar boundary the massive arrays on the Demeter and the Repulsive begin to send back a stream of data as they pick up Imperium alloys within the field. With the Commodore and Brother Matthias steering the massive arrays they interrogate the anomaly, the sensors aboard the Orion's adding more supplementary information.

+++TARGET ONE. RANGE 290000KM. TARGET FITS PROFILE OF CARRAK CLASS VESSEL. POWER AT 0.8%. ATMOSPHERE AT 3%. NO SENSOR ACTIVITY. REGISTERING CRITICAL DAMAGE TO TARGET +++

The report is clear. An imperial transport 29vu into the heart of the asteroid field that appears to be unpowered and heavily damaged.

Toxic Mind

2014-07-05, 03:05 AM

Corlis receives the information, even as his meeting with the Flight Marshall concludes. (OOC: We can retro this interaction when he posts) He cues his vox as he leaves the office of the Flight Marshall and heads towards the nearby hanger. "Brother Rikkard, prepare the Talon for immediate takeoff. We may need to render assistance to the craft. I assume I do not need to tell you to be combat ready as well." The message delivered to the crew on board the Stormraven in the hanger, Corlis additionally opens a vox channel to Livilla. "Lady-Captain. My team are standing by in our Stormraven should you wish to render assistance to the transport. You need but say the word."

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-05, 04:46 AM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard

"A son of Dorn is never unready." was the curt reply that came across the vox. The voice was deep and resonant; well-suited to roaring sermons or barking orders. Its owner had not left the Stormraven gunship since they'd touched down on Footfall, and had not deigned to accompany Sergeant Corvis on either his forays into that den of iniquity and heresy or even to his meeting with the Rogue Trader. Instead, the massive, armored form of the other Astartes had gone into a meditative trance for the duration, reciting prayers of service and fealty to the Master of Mankind as well as litanies of fire and fury against the witch, the psyker, and the heretic. He only now stirred when called to battle.

Rolling his massive shoulders, the Angel of Death reached onto the altar in front of him and took an ornate, bone-white helmet in both hands. The ancient piece of armor was wrought in the death's head visage of a grinning skull with malevolent, red eye-lenses. A black cross, four arms of equal length, flared at the ends, was branded into the helmet's forehead. He lifted it onto his head and locked it to his gorget, then took up the other tools of his office: The intimidating Crozius Arcanum in one hand and his masterfully crafted, twin-barreled Storm Bolter in the other. The Space Marine imagined he could feel their yearning to be used against the enemies of mankind once more as a dull vibration running through his gauntlets.

"Master, the Stormraven is being spooled up to full power. All weapons checked and set to hot standby." one of the serfs reported reverently. "We will be ready to dust-off as soon as Master Corlis returns."

The Astartes didn't answer. He just stared at the augur feed being transmitted in from the larger ship, detailing the new contact's information. He hoped that there was something on that wreck worthy of their attention. The Battle Brother had some...frustrations...he needed to work out.

Wyndeward

2014-07-06, 12:50 PM

Toxic Mind

2014-07-06, 01:39 PM

Corlis hears the message and smiles. Unnecessary, but laudable. It was good to know that at least some of the officers were men with some backbone. He cues his vox. "Your assistance is appreciated. You are welcome to journey with us on the Talon. I am sure Apothecary Gordian would enjoy talking medicine to another practitioner." Corlis continues his jog down the corridor towards the hanger, and arrives shortly, just ahead of Mattias. He quickly boards the Talon and takes his seat next to Gordian, who sits at the helm. He gives a quick nod to Rikkard, giving the chaplain a look towards Mattias so the Chaplain would hopefully not immediately throw the man off the ship. "Officer Mattias has agreed to accompany us and provide medical support if needed."

Gordian looks sidelong at the other man at the mention of medical aid, but says nothing for now, instead returning to his instruments, and readying the vessel for take-off.

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-06, 02:07 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard

The Chaplain's towering, skull-faced visage turned to regard Corlis and Matthias as they boarded the Stormraven, the power field on his sacred Crozius lighting up briefly and filling the cabin with the smell of ozone. If it was at all possible, he seemed to grow even taller as he ended his meditations. "Looming" was probably the best word for it. He nodded to his Deathwatch brother, and then focused briefly on the Missionary. "Even a man who has nothing can still offer his life." he said, apparently with some small measure of approval.

Rikkard went over and sat in one of the Astartes-size acceleration thrones, taking a moment to clamp his Storm Bolter to the magnetic strip on his armor's thigh and strap himself in. The belts had a quick-release catch for when they arrived. Once finished, he fell as still as a statue, though every minute or so there would be a quiet hiss of gases as the grill hidden under the skull mask's "teeth" vented carbon dioxide.

Toxic Mind

2014-07-06, 02:45 PM

Jerza Gordian sits at the controls of the Stormtalon and opens a vox to the Flight Deck. "We are confirmed for launch."

DrK

2014-07-07, 12:32 AM

With a lurch the Stormrtalon blasts out the massive launch bays into the void. Thrusters on full with rough ride the talon swoops through the asteroid field. The marines held by magnetic restraints, Brother Mathias rattled around.

A llittle over 2 hours later the broken transport can be seen with standard visuals. The ship is a shattered hulk. Small plumes of atmosphere still venting from sections. Massive sections of hull open to the void under shattered hull plating, bodies and debris in close orbit held by weak forces form the residual charge on grav plating.

She is 2 miles long and broken
What's the plan of approach?

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-07, 01:10 AM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard

From his throne, Chaplain Rikkard watched the screens and mused over the possibilities. They weren't quite close enough to see if the great gouges in the transport's hull were melted, smashed, cut, or a variety of other possible damage causes, but he found himself hoping for the worst. He wanted someone to punish for this. "An attack?" he rumbled.

Raunchel

2014-07-07, 04:20 AM

Livilla Solanum finally reaches the bridge, she received the alarms in her apartments, but she was just enjoying a nice hot bath and getting dressed, well, that simply is something that takes time. It just won’t do to appear looking anything less than perfect, especially if it would come to battle, or a reception. She however has been kept informed, and now that she has reached her gilded throne she gives the commands to the fleet. ”Launch the third fighter wing along with the first assault boat wing carrying void-equipped troops from the Fifth of foot along with storm trooper detachments. Prepare a strike consisting of the first torpedo bomber wing, the second bomber wing and the second fighter wing. Please make a thorough scan of the damaged vessel to aid our boarding parties. Signal the fleet: Maintain present formation and advance to the damaged vessel at a speed of 4vu/h. Maintain vigilance, the Emperor protects.”

This might be an ambush, but it could also be something more than that. She gives orders to broadcast on a wide band: "Unknown ship, I am Livilla Solanum, rogue trader and holder of my warrant by the will of our Savior Emperor. By His grace we request an identification. We do not bear hostile intentions and seek to aid you. Please reply."

Six squadrons of assault boats can carry a total of 2400 troops, which should be sufficient for the fifth regiment of foot(2000 mechanized infantry which will not be taking their chimeras along with several squads of storm troopers, the storm raven will be accompanied by those boats. And yes, that is a major boarding party.) They will be accompanied by six squadrons of fighters for protection and if necessary flak suppression.

The Demeter will prepare a strike of six torpedo bomber squadrons, six normal bomber squadrons and six fighter squadrons for use in the next turn.

Simangele will make a focused augury on the transport, aided by Livilla: [roll0] TN 117.
I hope that the rest of the fleet will keep scanning the environment.

Toxic Mind

2014-07-07, 10:32 AM

From his seat in the cockpit, Jerza Gordain looks over the hulk. "Could have been catastrophic engine failure, or a gellar field malfunction during a warp jump. But you are correct, Brother Rikkard, this was most likely a coordinated attack. The question remains: Why this transport, and does the force that destroyed this ship still remain on board? I will attempt to find a docking bay that is relatively undamaged. Baring that, you will grav-drop onto the outer hull and make your way inside." The Talon shifts closer to the other ship, its passage through the void of space silent. As it does, Jerza runs scans, attempting to identify the vessel, or any pertinent information.

[roll0] vs 61

In the back, Corlis Vahn picks up the transmission from Livilla and relays it to the others in the Talon. "The Captain is sending a boarding party as well. As we get closer, assess possible points of ingress for them and relay them to the Captain, so she may coordinate her forces. We should hurry. Perhaps we can discover what crippled this ship before they arrive, and give them a fighting chance if there is indeed an enemy force on board." Corlis leaves his massive sniper rifle in the Stormraven's armory-hold for this mission. He grabs instead his Heavy Bolter, the same one that he has used since the beginning of his service with the Deathwatch. The Bolter is scarred and marked with centuries of combat, but it feels like an old friend in Corlis' hands. The Suspensors below it make its powerful frame weightless in his hands, and the powerful motion predictor already scans the surroundings, attempting to identify moving targets. He shrugs on the backpack ammunition supply with a benediction to the Emperor to guide his bolts truly. Most Devestators chose a specific type of ammunition, but Corlis believed in the Raptor mentality of being prepared for anything. Each of his Backpack supplies had a variety of rounds for him to choose from, from Metal Storm to Kraken to Hellfire. He even has a few prized Dragonfire and Witch Bolts waiting if they are needed, enough for a decent volley if the need presents itself. Corlis believes in being prepared, and all he can hope, with a whispered prayer to the Emperor, is that he is.

Wyndeward

2014-07-07, 10:54 AM

Brother Mattias hopped down from the over-sized seat and wrestled himself into his flamer's harness with little difficulty, balancing it off against the medicae kit on his hip. Hopefully, there will be survivors aboard this wreck... or at least some clue as to what caused such damage"

Breadstick

2014-07-07, 11:05 AM

"Aye milady. We will keep a steady course", Septimus replies. "Continue looking for more ships."

the magos meanwhile is nursing the machine spirits of the auger arrays.

Tech-use: [roll0] TN 126
Detection(Repulse) [roll1] TN 90
Detection(Renown) [roll2] TN 60
Detection(Resolution) [roll3] TN 60
Detection(Resistance) [roll4] TN 65

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-07, 11:54 AM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard

Rikkard made a grunting sound of approval and hit the quick-release catch on his restraints. On the wall racks, near where Corlis was preparing his heavy bolter, the Chaplain's massive Astartes jump-pack was waiting to be stepped into. He traded one set of restraints for another, backing up into the device and fastening it on in front before disconnecting it from the wall. He hadn't put it on until the moment before deployment for obvious reasons, and if it proved to be a hindrance once inside he would simply discard it at the entry point for the Stormraven to recover.

"If there are survivors we will provide succor. If there are hostiles, we will sweep them from one side of the ship to the other and smash their corpses under heel. In the Emperor's name." the Chaplain rumbled again, this time with an undertone of reverence. He stomped over to join Brother Corlis at the deployment hatch, ready to shoot off into space with two enormous rockets strapped to his back.

DrK

2014-07-07, 03:52 PM

The StormTalon blasts into space zipping towards the stricken vessel. Behind it the great fleet ponderously swings around creeping through the asteroid belt towards the broken ship. The massive Repulse with its attendants and the Demeter gliding towards the vessel slowly as a vast swarm of strike craft spread out from the launch bays, the sharks assault boats bearing the Fifth Foot accompanied by the 60 strong interceptor squadron...

All of the small attack craft quickly approach the broken transport. Aboard the Storm Talon Jezra scans the transport as the massive arrays on the Demeter and the Repulse do the same. They all come to the same conclusion. Weapons fire in the main. Most of the massive breaches and ragged gaps in the hull plates are caused by explosives or high power energy weapons. Traces of other things are in some of the smaller scars on the vessel and life scans do not show anything at all, flickering between showing a few isolated blocks of survivors one second to showing thousands of life signs the next. The power is out on the vessel save for faint residual heat from the massive fusion reactors and a flickering lights or small patches of functioning cells within the vessel, until Siamangelee detects a small blip. Deep in the heart of the vessel a small sanctuary signal as there is active salavation coffin that someone has activated.. On the sides and top are also occasional pools or residues of a shimmering empyreal slime... the vessel has exited the warp, and fairly recently.

A scan form the Storm Talon reveals several optional places where a Storm Talon could insert itself. Both main cargo holds are open to the void. The observation dome on the top of the vessel's spine is cracked and shattered. A small landing bay near the base of the castle spires is also available. Aside from that there are numerous small small airlocks on the vessel to allow maintenance access to the surface of the vessel.

You can choose an easy access point or make you own one
The big access routes as described would be needed to land the assault boats.

Toxic Mind

2014-07-07, 04:14 PM

Jerza Gordian

Jerza guides the Stormtalon towards the small landing bay at the base of the spires. He looks at the scans, and beneath his helmet, there is a look of disgust. "Weapon's fire. Someone decided this ship was worth destroying, and they did an effective job of it. It has exited the warp, recently, though unclear whether by choice or force. Sensors are unreliable regarding survivors... wait. One salvation coffin, active, inside the vessel. Possible survivor. Scans show readings of small pockets of life then large blooms then nothing. Likely warp interference, but possible activity. Be on guard." Jerza touches down in the landing bay. "Atmosphere unreliable. Shall I accompany you, or stay with the ship?" Jerza Gordian is no stranger to zero-gravity combat, having cleared many space-hulks in his time, his past in his Chapter serving him well on such missions. As the mag-locks engage, securing the Stormtalon to the deck inside, despite the lack of atmosphere, Jerza stands. From a compartment in the side of the cockpit, a servo arm extends the only weapon that Mattias has seen the Apothecary with so far, a wicked blade bearing as part of its hilt the 'I' of the Inquisition. Even to his eyes, the Missionary could see that this was no ordinary force weapon, but a true relic of the Deathwatch. Whatever the Apothecary's past may have been, he was highly regarded to wield such a weapon.

Corlis Vahn

As the craft touches down, Corlis turns to his friend. "As much as your assistance reaching the coffin would be appreciated, we cannot allow any sight of ingress to be compromised by hostiles that may remain on this ship. We will take Missionary Mattias with us to render medical assistance if necessary. Secure the hanger and coordinate communications with the Cruisers. When Lady-Captain Sollanum begins to offload reinforcements, you are to accompany them and rendezvous with us at that time. Maintain open vox lines at all times. Chaplain Rikkard and I will make for the possible survivor, and crush any tainted creatures we may encounter." Corlis lifts his bolter into a ready firing position and motions for the Apothecary to open the hatch. Just because the scanners didn't detect any hostiles did not mean they were not waiting just outside to ambush the marine team. With Rikkard at his side, Corlis raises the bolter as the hatch slowly opens to the vacuum of the landing bay.

Overwatch on the Hatch (because Space Hulks make me paranoid.)

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-07, 04:52 PM

Wyndeward

2014-07-07, 05:17 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard

"Stay by Brother Corlis, mortal," the Black Templar Chaplain advised Brother Matthias before the hatch opened. "but do not step in front of him under any circumstances." He racked the slide on his Storm Bolter for emphasis and readied himself to launch into the hangar at the first sign of the enemy. His words carried with them an implicit warning for the missionary not to stray anywhere near him, however. Standing near the Chaplain when he was swinging his Crozius around or behind him facing the business-end of his jump pack were both very bad choices for anyone not in Astartes-issue power armor.

Brother Mattias settled in between and behind the two Astartes, favoring the side away from the jump-pack. He inspected his flamer and his chain-sword before exiting the ship, making sure both were ready for whatever faced them. He followed in reverent silence, scanning about, looking for either the injured or the enemy.

DrK

2014-07-08, 03:19 PM

The Stormtalon zooms ahead of the rest of the massed contingent of attack craft swooping through the partially open bay doors into the landing bay. Inside in the lights of the StormTalon bedlam. The doors themselves are jammed open with the wreckage of a small arvus flyer. The frozen and bloodshot eyes of the now dead pilot staring into the void through the shattered canopy. The rest of the bay is not any better. Wreckage of 2 more flyers scattered liberally around amidst maybe 30 bodies, most died through decompression it looks like, but some bear wounds - mostly burns though a couple do have what appear to be shot blasts or massive gashes. Most of the equipment is here is inactive, few consoles if any display any signs of power or activity and the most of the flight support equipment is liberally thrown around the floor, likely where ever it fell when the bay decompressed. A few of the consoles that are surprisingly undamaged do appear to have some power however. In the corner, partially obscured under twisted crates and cargo containers is the freight lift that allows halo barges and other loaders to deliver cargo and then send it down into the capacious aft cargo hold many, many decks beneath you.

The main door out of the bay appears damaged, dents bashed through from the other side perhaps? You know that from where you are now at the base of the main Tower structure you will need to proceed maybe 200m further aft and then down ~8 decks you would estimate to reach the Sanctuary Coffin. Within the confines of their helmets all of the marines can activate the signal tracking system, a small pulsing red dot hovering in their face armour visual display keeping them aware of the distance to signal. Several other hatches dot the edges of the hangar bay, most marked as storage as one type or another but some may lead further into the ship if you want to avoid the main bay access door.

General Awareness may be useful
Medicae can give info from the bodies
Tech Use can give info. Possibly activate the emergency field across the door to give atmosphere or will be needed to open the main door into the rest of the ship
- the hangar has several small doors that may lead into the rest of the ship. The main hatch is a massive sort of 10m wide, 3m high affair used to move objects around.
- The freight lift is big. 20m square big and descends into the aft cargo hold

THere are no lights. Its pitch darkness aside from the lights provided by the StormTalon

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-08, 04:01 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard

The magnetic soles of his boots clamping to the floor with each step, Rikkard stalked into the hangar bay. He swept the muzzle of his storm bolter back and forth as he dispassionately surveyed the bloated, dead bodies. Many had had the presence of mind to wear void suits, but any that had survived the decompression had died from lack of oxygen. The ones with the massive injuries -- shotgun blasts or possibly the result of bolter rounds -- had been lucky. They'd died quickly; spared the pain of decompression sickness, ruptured lungs, ears, and eyes, or most importantly suffocation. ++Definite signs of shipboard combat. Cannot ascertain numbers or enemy disposition at this time.++ he voxed through the squad channel in a clinical tone. ++Suggest we make use of the cargo lift to head down toward Sanctuary signal.++

Awareness 86: [roll0]
EDIT: Well, my long-standing tradition of completely borking my first roll in a thread continues...

Wyndeward

2014-07-08, 05:18 PM

Brother Mattias scans the battlefield, looking for any signs of life outside of the two Astartes.

[roll0]

Jogged by Chaplain Rikkard's comment, he then looked for the cargo lift.

[roll1]

Toxic Mind

2014-07-08, 05:51 PM

Corlis Vahn

++Agreed.++ Corlis says into his vox. His skills run to tracking and dealing death, far more than investigation, but Corlis has always been acutely aware of his surroundings. So he maintains his vigil, keeping a watchful eye out for anything of relevance.

[roll0] vs 68
(+10 if Sound Based, +30 if Sight)

Jerza Gordian

++Perhaps I can assist with discovering the cause of these deaths++ The Apothecary says as he mag-locks the massive sword to his back. He moves to examine the bodies. After his cursory glance, he checks the machinery, particularly that of the lift. He also attempts to pressurize the hanger through manipulation of the tech within the hanger, though is not overly worried if he is unsuccessful.

[roll1] vs 70
[roll2] vs 100
[roll3] vs 61 (81 Sight from Helmet)

DrK

2014-07-09, 04:19 AM

The shattered bay gives up some clues as the astartes prowl around.
Brother Jezra and Matthias examining the bodies. Most are fine, depressurisation, hypothermia or explosive decompression. Even the ones that are shot need not concern them. 2 however.... Gashed in the chest but the wounds seared with fire and flesh pockmarked with the corruption of an unclean touch...

Examining the cargo lift it could be made functional again, although you believe that it only goes into the cargo hold so is probably not suitable for an access point to the sections of the ship where the sanctuary coffin lies.

Jezra examining the access to the bay hooks up the shield emitter to the fusion plant on the Stormtalon and minutes later the buzz of a field activating is heard and the ships emergency systems pressurise the bay.

field activated allowing bay to be pressurised.
Ships can pass through so landing ships can land as well if you want?

With the hiss of atmosphere the safety locks on the main bay access into the vessel are released although the hatch will still need to be forced open due to the dents and damage.

******

In the void the augers aboard the Demeter pick up a pair of contacts approaching at high velocity!

Moments later alarms stop wailing as the contacts broadcast their identifications. Senior Captain Graves having finally caught up with rest of the fleet.

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-09, 04:59 AM

http://imageshack.com/a/img853/6567/crp6w.jpg Captain Solomon Graves

Two Firestorm-class frigates sliced out of the Empyrean trailing comet-like clouds of Warp ice. They bore prows painted in deep crimson, marking them as recent members of Battlefleet Obscurus, though both were broadcasting Solanum IFF codes in response to the Rogue Traders' friend or foe queries. Their ident's read as Scathing Retort in the lead with Fearful Symmetry just behind her. Both of the predatory craft bristled with macrocannons across their dorsal surface, but what drew the eye were the chin-mounted lances just underneath both the forward prows. The two frigates moved with a parallel ease, as if their guidance controls were slaved to one another, perfectly mirroring each-other's maneuvers as they dodged debris and set course to pull up alongside Demeter in an escort position.

Aboard the Scathing Retort...

"Sir, I'm reading wreckage off the starboard bow, at one-two-zero-mark-oh-six-five." the ensign at the sensor station spoke up. "Fleet is conducting an investigation."

"Vox the commanding officer," the lean, wolfish man in the Imperial Navy uniform with the close-cut, brown hair leaning forward in the command throne ordered, "Scathing Retort and Fearful Symmetry requesting permission to join fleet formation. May we be of assistance?" He hopped out of the chair with a grace that spoke of a childhood in less-than-earth standard gravity and moved up behind the helm console to get a better look at the front pict-screen. "Put the crew on level two alert. I want us ready for anything. Even if it's just strutting around like a peacock for awhile. Some of these Rogue Traders love their ceremony even more than the Battlefleet." he smirked.

DrK

2014-07-09, 05:42 AM

this info should have been in an earlier post. It was still in my google drafts folder. Sorry.

Aboard the Demeter and the Repulse the scanners manage to sift through the profiles in the naval archives. The extreme damage having complicated the results. That and the 300m gash in the ships plating where the name would have been inscribed.

A check with the fleet registry lists the Carrack Class wreck as the Hermes, its last registered astral message of 'all cargo aboard. Breaking Zayth orbit en route to Fleet Base Metis'...

More info may be available with the use of suitable lore skills

Raunchel

2014-07-09, 08:35 AM

Livilla watches the two contacts moving in fast. Initially she was afraid that they might be enemy raiders, but as soon as they are identified she is relieved. The Scathing Retort and Fearful Symmetry have been awaited for a while. She knows that their commander is a distant relative, and he will have to be received with all the dignity that someone like him deserves.

"Order the Resolve to pull back to take up position two vu behind Repulse. Renown and Resistance are to move one VU forwards relative to Repulse. Scathing Retort and Fearful Symmetry will form the van, two vu ahead of Demeter and one to starboard and port. The capital ships will maintain relative position. The whole fleet will move at four vu/h. And please provide me with a direct link to captain Graves"

Livilla looks at herself, luckily her white uniform is perfect, all the medals are in place and she knows that she cuts a militarily dashing figure. She knows that some officers consider it to be a little extreme, but she deserved all the decorations, and she has a certain impression to make as the head of her family. "Welcome, my dearest cousin. I am dreadfully sorry that I don't currently have the time to give you a proper reception, but we just made the most wonderful discovery, and my duty compels me to coordinate the operations from here. Of course, I do wish to invite you and your senior officers to have dinner with me later this cycle."

Toxic Mind

2014-07-09, 10:55 AM

http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/280574/apothecary.jpg Jerza Gordian

++Possible Warp Corruption Present++ The Apothecary voxes, with no pleasure. He has succeeded in discovering somewhat of what may have destroyed the ship, but it brings him little joy. Dealings with the Warp had always made the Apothecary uncomfortable. Its foul taint corrupted mind and body alike, and Jerza Gordian could not allow it to take root in him. The knowledge he carried was far too dangerous. ++The lift will bring us to the cargo bay, but would not be expedient in leading us to our survivor. We should leave the cargo to the Captain and her troops.++

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/150x100q90/819/dqwyo.jpg Corlis Vahn

Corlis digests the information. ++Chaplain Rikkard, if you would assist me with the door? We will move through the ship and reach the survivor, and extract them to this hanger for return to the fleet.++ It went without saying that if whatever remained was too dangerous, the marines would do their duty and see it destroyed. Particularly given that the ship had been destroyed by something with a connection to the warp. As he moves towards the door, he opens another vox channel. ++Lady-Captain Sollanum, we have re-pressurized on of the docking bays. Moving to secure possible survivor. This docking bay provides direct access to the cargo hold and ingress into the rest of the ship. A small boarding party could be landed here. Will maintain secured vox channel on this frequency++

Forbidden (Warp) [roll0] vs 46
Forbidden (Xenos) [roll1] vs 56
Forbidden (Traitor Legions) [roll2] vs 46
[roll3] vs 63

DrK

2014-07-09, 12:59 PM

Corlis and Jezra look at the jagged wounds. Both coming to the same conclusion. Daemons. It also matches some of the signs on the hull- though the majority of the damage seemed mundane.

Prizing open the door sees Corlis strain at the hatch, servos creaking before with a crunching sound the massive hatch creaks open, a vast plume of blood filled air flowing around Corlis's armoured boots as the hatch opens revealing a great mass of bodies piled up against the hatch. The bodies stacked 3 deep in places all bearing battle wounds. Many shot but many more hacked, ripped and torn. The ones near the top missing limbs entirely or displaying ribs splayed open, hearts and viscera torn out...

The wide transit corridor wasn't in better shape. The transport rails twisted, broken and without power, blood pooling on the floor and splattered on the wall and every where the debris of battle. Shell casings, scorch marks, wall and armour fragments, all lit by faint yellow emergency globulbs. The walks, where they weren't burnt or damaged all inlaid with murals of the vessel in glorious service to the Emperor delivering troops, materials or soaring through the void. The vessel's name The Hermes written on many of the murals.

The ship is strangely silent, the whir and hiss of fans and vents not present (though atmosphere is present in this section) and the lack of deep thrumming of the plasma reactors amplifying the whispered creaking and clanks of metal upon metal as the ship spins listlessly. For a full 120m the corridor looks like this, bodies and battle, some floating for a 3 or 5m section where the grav plating has failed.

Investigate or explore?

+++++

Aboard the Demeter the Lady Captain recalls the name Hermes. One if a convoy of 3 transports (the others being Janus and Phobos) accompanied by a frigate, The Lion of Scintilla that had been expected back from Zayth with a contigent of super heavy tanks produced by the crawling forge cities of the blasted world...

Wyndeward

2014-07-09, 02:41 PM

Brother Mattias looks down the hallway in horror, his senses rebelling at the sight of so many bodies. Controlling himself, he says "The sooner we get the salvation casket, the sooner we can exit this vessel!"

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-09, 03:05 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard

If a space marine could bristle, the Chaplain was certainly doing that right about now. "HERESY!" he boomed, his helmet vox turning the man's already rumbling, deep voice into a crash of thunder through the new atmosphere they'd uncovered. Rather than reacting with completely justifiable horror the way Brother Matthias was, Rikkard reacted with pure, unadulterated hatred. An Astartes felt no fear, and it was especially true in the Chaplain's case. Revulsion, killing-instinct -- these he might feel -- but never fear in the face of the wretched enemy. "Heresy and foul damnation!" he roared fervently. "We are fortunate, my brothers and allies, for we may find the enemy here today! Ready your holy bolters, your sacred blades, and most of all your faith! We have a duty to perform here." he growled as he stalked forward into the corridor, his mag-boots turning every step into an echoing boom as they kept him from floating off the deck plates like all the bodies. He seemed to still be heading in the direction of the Sanctuary Coffin, but Rikkard was hunting...

Maybe relevant.
Awareness 76: [roll0]
Common Lore (Imperial Navy) 47: [roll1]

Toxic Mind

2014-07-09, 03:36 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/150x100q90/819/dqwyo.jpg Corlis Vahn

"Daemons..." The word was little more than a hiss from the Space Marine as he came to the same conclusion the Chaplain had. Corlis Vahn was the veteran of a hundred wars on a hundred different planets. He had seen entire hab spires lost to Necron Reapers, seen great cities fall beneath the green tide of an Ork WAAAGH!! The bodies did not phase him, barely even registered to the hardened psyche of the Battle Brother. Corlis follows the Chaplain, senses on high alert for any movement. When combating creatures of the Warp, gut instinct was often more useful than any sensor. And Corlis Vahn's instinct had been forged in the fires of countless wars. ++It appears that we will be needing your company after all, Apothecary Gordian++ When dealing with the Warp, no chance could be taken.

http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/280574/apothecary.jpg Jerza Gordian

The Apothecary nods. He knows that Corlis would far rather have the marine accompany any landing party, but in this case, the entire ship could be crawling with warp-spawned horrors. Even with the Chaplain and the Missionary, it may not be enough. Jerza locks down the Stormraven and joins his brothers and the Missionary in moving down the hallway after the Chaplain. Jerza admired the man's holy fury, to charge so into the darkness knowing full well what lay before him. It was a righteousness to aspire to. ++Duty indeed brother. Let us cleanse the foul taint of the Warp from this place for good.++

Corlis: [roll0] vs 68 (+15 if Sound, +35 if Sight)
Jerza: [roll1] vs 61 (+20 if Sound, +35 if Sight)

Wyndeward

2014-07-09, 07:06 PM

Brother Mattias shudders, then steels himself for what needs be done, squaring his shoulders and checking the pilot torch on his flamer is up and running.

He looks at each of the Astartes with him and draws courage from their presence.

"Let us go and cleanse this place of any lingering taint."

DrK

2014-07-10, 01:11 AM

The three marines and a brave priest move slowly down the central transit tunnel. Bodies, blood and debris dogging your every step. Some 60m down the corridor you reacha bank of transport tubes and behind a small hatch adjacent to them access to the manual emergency access stairs. A faint red status aquilla on the tubes suggesting they are currently non functional, the dull glow obvious here as the emergency lights are all shattered leaving this section in pitch darkness and your vision the dull fuzzy green of your dark sight visors. The pulsing signal is some 5 decks below you, the bridge likely the sane above you now that you are inside the aft castle of the transport...

Paused for a second there are still no obvious sounds or movement save for faint metallic clicks of malfunctioning equipment or the few floating bodies in broken grab sections...

Toxic Mind

2014-07-10, 01:22 AM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/150x100q90/819/dqwyo.jpg Corlis Vahn

++Apothecary Gordian, if you would attempt to reroute power to the transport tubes? If not, we take the stairs. The Bridge may contain clues as to the fate of the vessel, though delaying reaching the Salvation Coffin may be unwise. Thoughts?++ Corlis Vahn has never been one to make decisions rashly, or blindly. The Marines with him were all seasoned veterans, and it was not unreasonable that they might have better suggestions than he.

http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/280574/apothecary.jpg Jerza Gordian

Apothecary Gordian sets to the task of attempting to reconnect the power to the tubes, but otherwise says little. His opinion is secondary to those around him in this case, and the choice between the two matters little to him.

[roll0] vs 70

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-10, 01:29 AM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard

"Possible survivor first. He may have first-hand knowledge of this outrage." the Chaplain said. One could almost hear the grim smile in his voice when he added, "Or it's a trap. In which case we spring it." The Chaplain had no talent for machines, so he let the apothecary do his work without interruption. Instead, he watched the end of the hallway from which they'd come with his bolter leveled on the off-chance something came charging up the corridor at them.

DrK

2014-07-10, 03:28 AM

The boarding party pauses in the dark battlefield while Brother Jezra tears open the access panel. Its not complicated for the veteran marine. The transport tube had been isolated rather than damaged. Most likely to prevent hostile parties using it. A few crossed wires and a bulky power transit crystal placed in backwards and the tube activates. The status aquilla glowing green, the marker indicating the tube is currently on deck sub deck 15 (15 decks beneath you).
As the tube begins to move there is brief but incredibly noisy screeching of metal upon metal from within the tube before it clears the partial blockage. The silence following the screeching is profound, for a fee seconds....

As the tube slowly approaches 3 astartes and the priest can hear a mix of gunfire, inhuman screeches and howls and thunder of boots and machinery.... They know you are here!

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-10, 08:15 AM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard

"Ah, provenance! They've saved us the tedium of hunting them down!" the Chaplain rejoiced at the sound of the enemy coming closer. He backed up so that he had an optimum field of fire on the tube's doors (assuming that's where the sound is coming from) and began to speak, rallying the others to bolster or match his fervent hatred of the heretics and daemons they faced. "Let a wave of repugnance for the enemy wash over you, brothers." he paraphrased the famous Chaplain Grimaldus from his own chapter. "Let hatred fill you! Hate is good! We are called by the Emperor with a sacred duty to do battle IN HIS NAME this day! Make our father proud! Destroy the traitor, burn the heretic, smite the daemon wherever he may hide! NO FEAR, NO PITY, NO REMORSE!!"

I neglected to buy Charm, so that halves my Fellowship bonus, but I think I can consider this a Routine (+20) check since we're all allies? Hope that's enough. If this works, my character's Hatred talent extends to everyone for the duration of the encounter, if you don't already have the talent. If not, well then I've made a pretty speech anyway. :smallwink:
Charm 45 [roll0]

EDIT: http://files.abovetopsecret.com/files/img/uf4fbbd572.jpg

Breadstick

2014-07-10, 09:59 AM

Magos Julius Delawar lands in the second of the assault boats. He wears his heavy armor and carries his omnissian axe in both hands. He immediately examines his surroundings. He wants to find out how well this ship could be salvaged.

Tech-use [roll0] TN 106

DrK

2014-07-10, 04:16 PM

Transport Tubes

The trio of marines and the priest stand frozen waiting for 4 long minutes as the sounds of screams and roars fades slightly. But other vehicular noises and the clatter of feet on metal is still audible from deeper in the vessel and beneath the boarding party. Eventually the tube opens... blood and the viscera sliding out as the spectacle within reveals itself! Pinned to the 3 walls of the tube are a trio of ship's crew, each has been crudely nailed upside down to the walls and flayed alive, peeled skin littering the floor like rolled up scraps of pink parchment. The men's guts have been stitched together across the roof into the a blasphemous symbol of the dark gods...

Its a Fear (2) thing to see...
So marines are at -10 WP due to the disturbing nature
Brother Matthias (unless he's immune to fear/shock) needs a -10 WP test or roll on shock and awe

Landing Bay

With a flare of thrusters a pair of shark boats slam down on the deck plating, the massive assault ramps dropping down as the void suited soldier's of the 5th Foot storm down the ramp fanning out to secure the empty hangar bay. The men veterans of enough combats to not be unduly fazed by signs of battle scattered around.

As the first 50 men of the 120 strong landing party check the small ancillary hatches and storage rooms the rest deploy into the space. The sergeants motioning to watch the corners, deploying the heavy carapace coated troopers. After the bay has been has secured the Lieutenant approaches the Magos. "Magos Sir. The Landing bay is secure. Do you wish to probe further into the hulk?"

The Magos for his part is quickly able to access a data terminal that had been powered down. A tap with the cog axe summoning the machine spirits back into the terminal. The lights flickering and icons flashing on the smooth screen as it activates. The access is limited, the terminal only controlling the fuel pumps and fuel tanks for filling the few landers and barges in the small landing bay. But the fuel systems are active and the Magos begins to think that the ship may not be as damaged as it seems from the exterior damage. THough without further access through more important data systems its hard to say...

- Basically you need to find a major terminal rather than a small peripheral one

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-10, 04:48 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard

The Chaplain waited patiently for the doors of the lift to open, only to find some chaos worshipping wall art instead of his prey. It was disappointing, but he didn't fear it by any observable measure. Instead, he growled and pointed his Crozius at the lift. "Mortal, use your weapon." he advised Brother Matthias. "We will cleanse this abomination and then ride the lift tube straight back down into the throat of this heresy!" he suggested in a rather declarative way.

Rikkard has the Fearless talent.

Toxic Mind

2014-07-10, 05:57 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/150x100q90/819/dqwyo.jpg Corlis Vahn

As the tube opens, Corlis does not recoil. He does not flinch. But anger knifes through him. If there was any doubt that the ruinous powers were the cause for this massacre, that doubt was erased. "As the Chaplain says. The greatest service we can do these men is to cleanse the abomination their flesh has become with fire, and to purge the foul creatures that did this." The Chaplain had made his speech, now it was Corlis' turn. These were his brothers, and together, they would cleanse this foulness. "Brothers. We face the powers of the Warp today. But before them, we will show no fear. Before us they will cower and fall as our righteous fury sends them back to their fell masters. Together, we will stand before the worst that these heretics can muster, and we will show NO FEAR. Together, we will cleanse this place of the taint of the Warp, and reclaim it for the GLORY OF THE EMPEROR!"

++Lady-Captain, we have found confirmed evidence of the presence of the daemonic aboard this vessel. Prepare your men accordingly. There is something very wrong here, even beyond this taint. We are headed below decks to secure a possible survivor. Vox communications may be unreliable.++ Corlis sends to the Lady-Captain even as the Missionary begins his destruction of the abomination before them.

Do we have an Oath, and if we do, can we have it be Oath of the Astartes, mostly because its the easiest to work with on the fly and would affect nothing prior to this point.

Enter Squad Mode
Cohesion:11/12
Using 1 Cohesion to Activate Tactical Spacing: Allowing Reactions to be shared in combat, and an additional reaction to be used for all in support range
Sustained: Yes

http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/280574/apothecary.jpg Jerza Gordian

Apothecary Gordain draws his blade and beneath his helmet, a cold anger settles upon his face. The servants of the ruinous powers were well known to the Apothecary, and his Chapter had faced them many times in the past. "It is good that I have come, brothers. Let us reach our survivor with all haste, and let your fury never abate until the last of our foes has fallen."

Wyndeward

2014-07-10, 06:47 PM

Brother Mattias looked at the ceiling with disgust and anger, bringing his torch up. "This shall not stand." he ignites his torch and burns the symbol in the ceiling and looks at the Space Marines, giving thanks to the God-Emperor. "We should get to the heart of this and end this Warp-borne atrocity!"

DrK

2014-07-11, 02:41 AM

Despite the horror the lift is purged. Liquid promethium reducing the bodies to charred ash that rains from the walls to form a small pile on the floor.

The transport tube, designed for up to 20 seems cramped with the 3 massive astartes and the tube judders and creaks as it descends. Corlis watching the door carefully and the signal beacon. About 5 decks down the altitude difference to the signal hits 0 and the marine hits the emergency stop, the door release allowing egress. The corridor beyond is pitch dark. Debris, blast holes in the walls and blood sprays everywhere amidst shot shells, auto clips and bent blood stained blades or ship tools. The 3m wide and tall corridor leads fore and aft, but aft is blocked by a pile of debris and jagged tear in the roof leading into the maintenance space. The beacon says aft...

So crawl space time or find another route?

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-11, 03:14 AM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard

++ Not an ideal fighting space.++ the Chaplain commented sourly over the vox. ++We could find a parallel corridor running in the same direction either above or below. Or we could pile our krak grenades and try to clear the debris...++

Toxic Mind

2014-07-11, 10:08 AM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/150x100q90/819/dqwyo.jpg Corlis Vahn

"Either way, we will have to blast our way into the chamber, unless we trust to luck that a passage would be open for us. I for one do not. Reserve one Krak grenade in case of emergency. This will be loud. Prepare for possible enemy contact." Corlis contributes his two grenades to the pile and steps back. He levels his bolter towards the doors, keeping the crawl space in his sights.

Enter Overwatch on Door/Crawlspace

Squad Mode: Yes
Cohesion:11/12
Tactical Spacing: Yes
Sustained: Yes

http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/280574/apothecary.jpg Jerza Gordian

"I can attempt to rig them so that their explosion is channeled onto a single point, hopefully clearing the wreckage without destabilizing the surrounding area." Apothecary Gordian move to begin rigging the charges.

[roll0] vs 35

Unless someone presents a better option or dissent.

Wyndeward

2014-07-11, 11:08 AM

Brother Mattias left the Marines to their work, watching down the forward corridor for any sign of life, his torch at the ready.

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-11, 12:19 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard

The chaplain mag-locked his storm bolter to his thigh for just a moment so that he could reach around to the grenades hanging on his belt. He unclipped two and handed them, with the pins still safely secured, to the Apothecary. It was probably a good thing that they were all wearing power armor, or a void suit in the missionary's case. Setting off explosives within a pressurized, metal container was always a bit dodgy unless you did it exactly right. It was why a lot of the breaching explosives they used were thermite or melta-based, simply burning through the metal instead of creating a massive boom. Still, krak grenades were designed for use against armor so they were a bit more directed when compared to your average high-explosive. Rikkard had confidence that the Marine Errant would perform his task adequately.

Still, he put himself in front of Brother Matthias and backed them into the lift tube just to be as far away from the explosion (and possible collapse) as possible.

DrK

2014-07-12, 02:03 AM

The apothecary sets the charges before everyone backs up. The explosion is massively loud in the cramped corridors. Shards of plasteel and grab plating flying past, and behind that the roar of an enemy!

The blast cleared a massive 3m wide hole in the debris revealing the corridor beyond filled with grubby looking troops. Dozens of men in crude uniforms with a three headed black hawk upon their shoulder clutching shotguns and auto weapons. Most seemed focused on a massive set of ceramite doors that a melts team were assaulting. Others grinning at the marines, within the mass a pair of others standing out. One with a peaked hat, the other bald and tattooed with symbols of darkness.
The most horrifying though was the 3 blood red creatures in the centre of the cultists, each some 8 ft tall and a mass of muscle with massive 6ft long blades perpetually dripping gore...

The enemy start 45m away. The corridor is 3m wide with a fair amount of cover.
The debris wall is 15m away.

There is horde of cultists
Within that there is a melta team, officer and probably a psyker (all about 55-60m away in the heart of the horde)
Plus 3 blood red demons
- Fear 2 checks please.
For simplicity players go first.

Even as the battle begins with a howl the situation changes! Aboard Demeter Lord Cassius can feel a powerful psychic beacon from the transport puncture the veil between the real and the immaterium and the ship begins to tremble and shake as the fusion drives power up and with a fizzle of lightning the void shields activate.

In the landing bay the massive cargo lift hisses and begins to descend into darkness.... The troops with the Magos looking in surprise as they look at where its going.

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-12, 03:42 AM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard

"In the name of the Emperor! KILL THEM ALL!!" the Chaplain's vox-assisted voice thundered out of his helmet as he brought his storm bolter to bear. It was strange because he sounded almost...eager. His weapon began to pound, reports from the double barrels mixing until they were a constant barrage of noise. Wherever shells struck flesh, bodies detonated, limbs were blasted off, heads popped like wet balloons. The ground very quickly became soaked in gore as the space marines lit up the hallway.

Ballistic Skill 86: [roll0] (Are you effing serious? :smallmad: )

Base Ballistic Skill 46
+10 Short Range
+20 Full Auto
+10 Hatred
=86 adjusted rating

Full Auto Storm - each degree of success yields two additional hits (to a max of 2 x the weapon's Full Automatic rate of fire = 8)

Tearing - Roll 1 extra die for damage, drop lowest
Explosive shells - count for 1 additional hit

Storm Bolter 100m - S/2/4 - 2d10+5X, Pen 5, Clip 60, Storm, Tearing

Sword Brother - Wrathful Firepower - Hatred with ranged attacks
-Hatred: +10 to WS/BS

@DrK: You didn't mention Horde size, so I'm not sure how many degrees of success that was. It should be at least one. Should I add in damage rolls using InvisibleCastle.com?

Toxic Mind

2014-07-12, 12:53 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/150x100q90/819/dqwyo.jpg Corlis Vahn

As the dust of the explosion clears, Corlis is already firing as soon as he sees the enemy, his reaction times honed to a razors edge. The Heavy Bolter spits its explosive payload with brutal efficiency, the shells causing the cultists to attempt to go to ground.

[roll0] vs 99 (69+20 Full Auto+ 10 Range)

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

Explosive Damage Dice (Vs Horde)
[roll7]
[roll8]
[roll9]
[roll10]
[roll11]
[roll12]
The Cultists must make a -20 Pinning Test

Yet even as the shells are landing from his attack, Corlis keys his shell selector to the vicious Metal Storm rounds, rounds he has used in the past to combat massive tyranid hordes with brutal efficiency, and opens up with his heavy bolter again. The suspensors on his heavy bolter keep the instrument of death braced and stable as it unleashes its deadly payload. ++Death comes for you today, Heretics! You stand before the Emperor's Chosen!++ Corlis broadcasts out of his armor's vox system. Subtlety was meaningless now.

[roll13] vs 99 (69+20 Full Auto+ 10 Range)

[roll14]
[roll15]
[roll16]
[roll17]
[roll18]
[roll19]

Explosive Damage Dice (Vs Horde)
[roll20]
[roll21]
[roll22]
[roll23]
[roll24]
[roll25]

Blast (2)
[roll26]
[roll27]

Willpower Test vs Fear 2 [roll28] vs 41

Squad Mode: Yes
Cohesion:11/12
Tactical Spacing: Yes
Sustained: Yes

http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/280574/apothecary.jpg Jerza Gordian

For his part, Apothecary Gordian has no skill with ranged weapons. But he does possess incredible efficiency with melee. He moves quickly, crash running to the wreckage, and taking cover behind it, waiting for an opportunity to engage the target in melee. As he peaks over the cover into the bloody haze and smoke, he attempts to identify anything about the cultists. Were they corrupt crew of this ship, or an outside force? He eyes the melta team, and the massive power sword crackles viciously.

Wyndeward

2014-07-12, 02:34 PM

As the dust and smoke dissipates, Brother Mattias gets a clear look at the daemons and cultists beyond the barrier.

[roll0] against a 58

Wyndeward

2014-07-12, 02:44 PM

Steeling his nerves, Mattias makes his way forward to the gap in the barrier and hoses those cultists within reach of his flamer!!

DrK

2014-07-12, 04:09 PM

The world explodes in bolt shells and blood! The heavy bolter spitting metal storm death, spent casings flying out of the side of the gun as parts of cultist exploded in blood, limbs and body parts being torn in half. Seconds later the storm bolter of the chaplin fires up spitting death at high velocity, more bolt shells exploding the cultists and tearing massive chunks in the walls and surrounding bulkheads. The horde are well trained as the officer in their midst threaten torture and death and the demons in their midst roar encouragement! Jezra and Matthias reach the wall of debris pressing in seeking cover from the hail of fire as they both run forward to close the range. To Jezra's sharp eyes the men looking mostly like ragged PDF troopers of some sort, though a few do wear the uniform of the navy. Surely they are corrupt as about 1 in 3 has some sort of visible aberrant mark upon him.

Test on [roll0] TN 65

Both Jezra and Matthias have to full round move to reach the hole in the wall. Its a 15m hop

THe horde ducks back into the cover of the walls and the floors and shattered debris. Autoguns, lasweapons and shotcannons blasting as they scour the marines with a hail of fire! The officer shouting to order the men forward into the war, a cry of "For Kilgannon. Death to the Angels of the Corpse God!!". Beside him the melta team crouches and takes careful aim, the shot seeking to turn the heavy bolter wielding Corlis into molten slag.
Even as that happens dark shadows swirl around the warlock as he summons dark powers hurling the spears of raw warp stuff at the chaplin and devastator marine.

Horde! If they failed the pinning reduce all to single shots only (and take -30 off the to-hit roll)
Semi-auto
Vs Corlis [roll1] TN 82 dam [roll2] [roll3][roll4] PEN3
Vs Rikkard [roll5] TN 82 dam [roll6] [roll7][roll8] PEN3
Vs Jezra [roll9] TN 82 dam [roll10] [roll11][roll12] PEN3
Vs Mathias [roll13] TN 52 dam [roll14] [roll15][roll16] PEN3
Vs Mathias [roll17] TN 52 dam [roll18] [roll19][roll20] PEN3

Melta Team:- Aim and fire at Corlis (dodgeable) [roll21] 52 [roll22] PEN 12

Warlock DOOOOOMBOLT! at Rikkard
- Focus [roll23] TN 76 (treat as semi-automatice fire, 1 hit per 2 DoS)
Damage [roll24] [roll25] [roll26] [roll27] PEN 8

The demons are far more simple, scaled feet racing forward, blades leaving a trail of acid etched gore behind as they bound forward breathing heavily looking to sever the heads of Jezra and the apothecary...

Full run to close the distance

0 - Rikkard, Corlis
15m - hole in the debris (Jerza, Matthias)
20m - 3 x blood red demons!
45m - horde
55-60m Melta team, officer, warlock

Horde:- Currently magnitude +30 modifier (9 (rikard), 9 (corlis), 9 (corlis) 27 magnitude damage to date)

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-12, 05:09 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard
Wounds: 18/23
Fate Points: 5/6

Perhaps it was warp magic, or perhaps the damned psyker and the ragged cultists were just very good (or probably just very lucky) shots. The Chaplain stumbled half a step as a mixture of las bolts and solid shell pattered and ricocheted against his holy power armor armor. His rosarius field stuttered, allowing a few odd hits to find servos or weaknesses in the joints, putting small holes in the space marine that would quickly stop up due to his enhanced clotting ability.

Bolstering his hatred, the Chaplain began to pray as he lifted his storm bolter again and advanced forward with the intent on emptying it into the unclean wretches he found before him. His vox boomed out a sacred vow of the Black Templars, competing with the sound of bolter fire for most deafening.

"Smite now the scions of the Witch!
Grant us the strength to pierce their unclean flesh!
To cover their fields with the pale form of the blasphemous dead!
To drown the thunder of guns with the shriek of their dying!
To lay waste to their citadels with hurricanes of fire!
To wring the hearts of their kin with unavailing grief!
To send them into the waste of their desolate land in rags and hunger, broken in spirit, worn with travail and begging for the refuge of the grave.
We ask it, in the spirit of wrath, O Master of Mankind!"

Ballistic Skill 106: [roll0]

Base Ballistic Skill 46
+10 Short Range
+10 Semi Auto (It seems, according to Errata I can't actually do a Full-Auto action. That sucks.)
+10 Hatred
+30 Horde Size
=106 adjusted rating

Semi-Auto Storm - every two degrees of success yields two additional hits (to a max of 2 x the weapon's Semi-Automatic rate of fire = 8)

Tearing - Roll 1 extra die for damage, drop lowest
Explosive shells - count for 1 additional hit per attack

Storm Bolter 100m - S/4/-, 1d10+9X, Pen 4, Clip 52/60, Storm, Tearing

Sword Brother - Wrathful Firepower - Hatred with ranged attacks
-Hatred: +10 to WS/BS

Result of Attack 1:
3 degrees of success
4 hits total

Damage: 1d10+9=10, 1d10+9=18, 1d10+9=15, 1d10+9=17 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4568318/)
Tearing: 1d10=1, 1d10=10, 1d10=6, 1d10=8 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4568319/)
Righteous Fury: 1d10=9 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4568320/)
Hit 1: 10 (Pen 4)
Hit 2: 19 (Pen 4) + 9 (Righteous Fury)
Hit 3: 15 (Pen 4)
Hit 4: 17 (Pen 4)

Pre-Rolling a second Semi-Auto burst for when Corlis calls for Bolter Assault.
Ballistic Test 106: [roll1]

Result of Bolter Assault:
6 degrees of success
9 hits

Damage: 1d10+9=10, 1d10+9=10, 1d10+9=15, 1d10+9=17, 1d10+9=13, 1d10+9=17, 1d10+9=16, 1d10+9=14, 1d10+9=17 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4568321/)
Tearing: 1d10=5, 1d10=9, 1d10=2, 1d10=6, 1d10=5, 1d10=7, 1d10=6, 1d10=9, 1d10=4 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4568323/)
Hit 1: 14 (Pen 4)
Hit 2: 18 (Pen 4)
Hit 3: 15 (Pen 4)
Hit 4: 17 (Pen 4)
Hit 5: 14 (Pen 4)
Hit 6: 17 (Pen 4)
Hit 7: 16 (Pen 4)
Hit 8: 18 (Pen 4)
Hit 9: 17 (Pen 4)

Toxic Mind

2014-07-12, 05:10 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/150x100q90/819/dqwyo.jpg Corlis Vahn

Corlis reels back as the shells and lasweapons slam into his armor. It is only his own experience with pain that keeps him from screaming in agony as the melta weapon burns through his armor and sears his flesh. But Corlis Vahn is no ordinary man, to shirk from the pain and death around him. ++Crush them beneath our heels, Brothers!++ He calls out, the fury of the emperor suffusing him. After his opening salvo, he charges to the breach, taking cover before firing his heavy bolter in concert with his brothers. The enemies of the Emperor would fall this day.

vs 139 (69+20 Full Auto+ 10 Range+ 10 Motion Predictor +30 Size)

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

Explosive Damage Dice (Vs Horde)
[roll7]
[roll8]
[roll9]
[roll10]
[roll11]
[roll12]

Blast (2)
[roll13]
[roll14]

vs 139 (69+20 Full Auto+ 10 Range+ 10 Motion Predictor+30 Size)

[roll16]
[roll17]
[roll18]
[roll19]
[roll20]
[roll21]

Explosive Damage Dice (Vs Horde)
[roll22]
[roll23]
[roll24]
[roll25]
[roll26]
[roll27]

Blast (2)
[roll28]
[roll29]

Edit: Righteous Fury Auto-confirms for the 2 Additional Hits.

Activate "Bolter Assault"

Squad Mode: Yes
Cohesion:8/12
Tactical Spacing: Yes
Sustained: Yes

http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/280574/apothecary.jpg Jerza Gordian

Jerza is in little better shape than his other battle brothers, and as long as Corlis is firing, cannot properly attend to him. So he attends to his own wounds, patching what he can and repairing a few of the rends in flesh and armor.

1d100 vs 100

Jerza: 10/23
Corlis: 17/25

Wyndeward

2014-07-12, 05:35 PM

Mattias staggers as several rounds clip him as he runs for the cover of the barrier!!

(22/26)

DrK

2014-07-13, 08:05 AM

Despite threat posed by the 3 massive daemons rushing forward the two marines continue to lay down a storm of ire towards the mass of cultists. The sustained fire brutal and horrifying in its intensity as the dozens more cultists are cut down in a brutal hail of explosive 54mm bolt shells. Blood misting in the air and screams of rage turning in screams of fear!

Horde now a +0 magnitude horde if it doesn't break!
(essentially its 6 guys, Magnitude 11)

The few remaining cultists form up around the officer and the warlock as they fall back further down the corridor, all of the humans (inc. melta team) darting some 18m back up the corridor as they all duck into the cover offered by the ruined ship's interior. In the pitch darkness and the smoke and blood its hard to see where they are headed but its generally backwards!

The humans fall back... (so remnants of horde, melta team, officer and warlock)
-- All take Run action to go 18m so ~68m from Corlis and Rikkard (~53 from Matthias and Jezra)
-- All taking some solid cover as well...

The 3 demons not noticing or possibly not caring and certainly paying no heed to the streams of bolter fire whizzing past them give out great roars as they charge into melee against Jezra and Matthias by the breach. Massive swords swinging and coming into play with wild abandon!

Charge Matthias and Jezra, the 3rd one is just behind as there is no space for him to get into attack!
Charge Vs Jezra [roll0] TN 75 dam [roll1] WARP!
Charge Vs Mathias [roll2] TN 75 dam [roll3] WARP!
I would advise dodging or parrying :smallwink:

_______

In the main Landing bay, the troops by the entrance to the cargo lift stare down into the pitch darkness. The lights on their las weapons penetrating some 60m of the lift shaft but no more. They can only just make out something on the lift platform as it begins its ascent. The sudden onslaught of violence is unexepected, a massive blaze of heavy weapons fire stubbers, heavy bolters and the massive explosion of a frag missile hurl the nearest men back in a great heap of bleeding bodies and mangled corspes!

120 men deployed in the bay...
Would you like a single 120 horde, 2 60's or 4 30's?
-- Going to abstract into the AV/DV system as suggested at the back of Mark of Xenos for running massed battles.
-- The "horde" nearest the Lift shaft take 8 magnitude damage

Whats the Magos going to do?
What are the men going to do?
What are other host of landing craft going to do

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In the void the fleet is rapidly joined by the pair of friagtes that picket the front of the formation and have closed to ~17 VU from the transport when aboard the Demeter and the Repulse and the Scathing Retort the sensors go wild. All of them flashing up as a warp translocation is detected some 30VU to their rear... multiple signatures, multiple contacts!

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-13, 11:10 AM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard
Wounds: 18/23
Fate Points: 5/6

Suddenly, the Chaplain was born aloft on wings of fire as his jump pack ignited. Propelled over the heads of Jerza and Matthias, or perhaps forcing his way through them, Rikkard charged the third daemon in the back of the pack with a roar of unfettered fury. "I AM YOUR END, DAEMON!" he thundered as he crashed into the Bloodletter with a massive blow from his Crozius Arcanum. The weapon's power field spit and burned with holy fire as it made contact with the unclean warpstuff that made up the daemon's body, coming down on the right arm (weapon arm?) with the intent on severing it from the body.

Full Action to Charge, Single Melee Attack
Weapon Skill 97: [roll0]
Base Weapon Skill 77
Charge +10 WS
Hatred (Daemons) +10 WS
When wielding the Crozius Arcanum, subjects of Hatred may not take the Defensive Action.

Crushing Blow +2 Damage
8 degrees of success - 8 minimum damage on the roll
1d10+9=19 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4568932/), Pen 7 - RIGHTEOUS FURY
1d10=9 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4568933/)
Strength Bonus: 11
TOTAL Damage: 39, Pen 7

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http://imageshack.com/a/img853/6567/crp6w.jpg Captain Solomon Graves

Meanwhile, in space, Captain Graves made a throat-cutting motion and the blaring alarm klaxons on the bridge announcing unexpected sensorium contacts died with a gutteral whine. "Bring the ship about. Increase to alert status one. Make ready all weapons and give me status on the void shields. Turn the engines up to combat speed. Link flight control data feeds with Feaful Symmetry and give me details on those new contacts!" he began to spit orders in rapid-fire. The crew knew what to do almost before he said it, for they'd been with him for countless fleet actions and small engagements.

Sol returned to command dias and reclaimed the throne so as to have a better overview of the goings on of his ship. As he sat back, small leads automatically connected to sockets that had been drilled into his skull, linking him with Scathing Retort on a much deeper level. He felt heavier, but more powerful as he became one with his ship. The frigate's powerful plasma drives became his legs and beating heart, its weapons his fists and the sensorium his own eyes. He could feel the slabs of armor plating like his own skin.

Scathing Retort and Fearful Symmetry did a quick about-face to bring the new sensor contacts into their front field of view, but did not yet engage. They were hunters, used to a certain amount of autonomy in fleet engagements, but they would still follow orders if the Rogue Trader Solanum had any to give them.

I'm just going to roll on initiative for both ships just to make things a little easier.
Frigate Initiative: [roll1]
Pilot (Space Craft) 84: [roll2]
Command 94: [roll3]

Wyndeward

2014-07-13, 11:44 AM

Brother Mattias snapped his head back, narrowly escaping the assaulting bloodletter's manic charge.

As he drops the flamer and draws his chainsword, he calls upon his faith in the Emperor to protect him!!

"The God-Emperor of Mankind protects his servants in their time of need!!"

Brother Mattias is spending a point of Fate to activate the Emperor Protects to protect himself and his comrades.

Brother Mattias then strikes at the demon with his chainsword!!

[roll0] against a 66

Toxic Mind

2014-07-13, 12:22 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/150x100q90/819/dqwyo.jpg Corlis Vahn

From his cover in the elevator tube, Corlis can see the daemons fighting his brothers, see the Chaplain charge directly into them, filled with the fury of the Emperor. But he knows that foes still await, and so he drops his heavy bolter in favor of the Stalker Pattern Boltgun by his side. Chambering a precious wytch bolt, he aims for the chaos infested psyker attempting to take cover, aiming directly for his head. This was what Corlis truly excelled at, the single shots to change the tide of battle.

vs 99 (69+10 Range+10 Aim+10 Accurate)

Pen: 10 (Custom Raptor Sight - 6+4)

Tearing Re-roll

Adittional Damage for Accurate DoS up to 4

[roll4]

Squad Mode: Yes
Cohesion:8/12
Tactical Spacing: Yes
Sustained: Yes

http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/280574/apothecary.jpg Jerza Gordian

As the daemon vaults over the breach, Jerza is ready for it, his relic blade already raising to stop its brutal fury. Even as the attack lands, he turns with the blade, striking down at the daemon in front of him, the relic sword crackling menacingly as its power field roars its own fury. "Back to the Warp with you!" Jerza shouts as he brings the blade down.

Parry: 1d100 vs 63
Dodge: 1d100 vs 70
^ 2nd Reaction due to Tac Spacing.

If Parry is Successful -> Destroys weapons
If Weapon immune to Power Filed effects [roll5] TN 25 Still destroys

[roll6] vs 83 (+10 Aim+10 Litany of Hate [Rikkard])

Damage (Pen 9):
[roll7]

Jerza: 1/23
Corlis: 17/25

DrK

2014-07-13, 03:58 PM

The grinning skull helm of the letter is the last thing one of the demon's sees. A massive crozius swinging down with all the strength of that three centuries of superhuman hate can provide. Brother Chaplin Rikkard is too fast, the assault too sudden, the impact crackling with a flash of light and dark crimson ichor that sheets the walls and floor and Rikkard. A rippling crack of warp stuff and the demon is banished with but a single blow! The second is denied blood as Jezra ducks under the blow, the blade chopping upwards shearing massively through the blood letter as the Relic of the Deathwatch reaps a terrible blow. The letter's daemonic blade shattering despite its unworldly nature as it meets the ancient astartes blade. THe third hisses angrily as Matthias ducks aside but it easily evades the humans riposte.

Turning it lashes out at the chaplin, blade whirring faster than the eye can follow lashing out twice. The other one leaking ichor slashes twice at the apothecary with its viscious curved claws. Too stupid to feel fear! THe attacks all seem slowed slightly, the gleaming rosary and Aquila's on Matthias glittering and dazzling the pair of demons

FRENZY! for both of them
Vs Rikkard [roll0] TN 55 [roll1] WARP (so ignore armour)
Vs Rikkard [roll2] TN 55 [roll3] WARP (so ignore armour)

Vs Jezra [roll4] TN 55 [roll5] PEN 2
Vs Jezra [roll6] TN 55 [roll7] PEN 2

Faith Power included in the "to hit" TN

The psyker, eyes staring nastily at Corlis double moves along with the rest of the horde/weapons team and the officer vanish from sight as they duck into a side corridor.. Shouting echoing in the ship

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-14, 12:06 AM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard
Wounds: 18/23
Fate Points: 5/6

The bloodletter's blade clanged as it met the Chaplain's sacred crozius and the parry stopped it cold. The century-old power armor he wore whined and clicked as the bundles of servo-augmented muscle fibers assisted his already prodigious Astartes strength as well as several more centuries of searing hatred. He rolled his wrist, separating the two weapons and sending the daemon's blade off to the outside. Then the Brother-Chaplain sweeped out the warpspawn's right leg, cracking the knee at a right angle with a pressurized boom.

As the bloodletter squealed in agony, the Space Marine viciously jabbed the head of the crozius and its accompanying power field into the thing's ribs, turning them to powder. This was followed up by another blow to the legs, this time on the opposite side, cracking the femur in twain! A final blow met nothing but air as the daemon stumbled back, but rather than end it there, the Chaplain raised the gilded Storm Bolter in his other hand and contemptuously shot it in the heart with both barrels. The chest-cavity vacated out of its back with a hollow crump and the bloodletter all but collapsed in on itself in a shower of gore.

"SUFFER NOT THE DAEMON TO LIVE!!" the Chaplain howled with fervent zeal.

Parry TN 87: [roll0]
Rosarius Check if Needed TN 50: [roll1]

Free Action to Counter-Attack (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=17767264&postcount=199) TN 77: (1d100)[57] (2 degrees of success)
Base Weapon Skill 77
Hatred (Daemons) +10 WS
Double Team +10 WS
When wielding the Crozius Arcanum, subjects of Hatred may not take the Defensive Action.
-20 Counter-Attack penalty

Crushing Blow +2 Damage
Counter-Attack Damage: (1d10+20)[28] (Pen 7)
Strength Bonus: 11 (included)

Full Action to Lightning Attack (3 melee attacks, 1 point blank ranged attack)
Melee Attack 1 - Weapon Skill TN 97: [roll2] (1 degree of success)
Melee Attack 2 - Weapon Skill TN 97: [roll3] (0 degrees of success)
Melee Attack 3 - Weapon Skill TN 97: [roll4] (Fail)
Base Weapon Skill 77
Hatred (Daemons) +10 WS
Double Team +10 WS
When wielding the Crozius Arcanum, subjects of Hatred may not take the Defensive Action.

Ranged Attack TN 86: [roll5] (1 degree of success)
Base Ballistic Skill 46
Point Blank +30
+10 Hatred

Tearing - Roll 1 extra die for damage, drop lowest
Explosive shells - count for 1 additional hit per attack

Storm Bolter 100m - S/4/-, 1d10+9X, Pen 4, Clip 52/60, Storm, Tearing

Sword Brother - Wrathful Firepower - Hatred with ranged attacks

Crushing Blow +2 Damage
Melee Damage 1: [roll6] (Pen 7)
Melee Damage 2: [roll7] (Pen 7)
Melee Damage 3: [roll8] (Pen 7)
Strength Bonus: 11 (included)

Ranged Damage: [roll9] +9 (Pen 4)
Tearing: [roll10]
Explosive Damage: [roll11] +9 (Pen 4)
Tearing: [roll12] (Take higher roll for adjusted damage of 18)
Storm Damage: (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=17767323&postcount=200) (1d10)[6] +9 (Pen 4)
Tearing: (1d10)[9] (Take highest roll for adjusted damage of 18.)

Toxic Mind

2014-07-14, 01:49 AM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/150x100q90/819/dqwyo.jpg Corlis Vahn

As the cultists disappear down a side corridor, Corlis notes their position. With Jerza cleaning up the last of the daemons, Corlis retrieves his Heavy Bolter. He has no skill in melee, and can still feel the pain of his wounds. It is better to allow his brother to finish this fight, and prepare for the next.

Squad Mode: Yes
Cohesion:8/12
Tactical Spacing: Yes
Sustained: Yes

http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/280574/apothecary.jpg Jerza Gordian

Jerza laughs in the Bloodletter's face as the attacks glance off his armor or miss entirely, the warp beast's ruined claws no longer a match for the space marine. Then, he runs the beast through with his power sword with a cry.

[roll0] vs 83 (+10 Aim +10 Litany of Hate [Rikkard])

Damage (Pen 9):
[roll1]
10 SB (Already Factored)

Jerza: 1/23
Corlis: 17/25
[/QUOTE]

Raunchel

2014-07-14, 03:59 AM

Livilla is in a state of confusion, not only are her troops suddenly under attack, but there now also are several contacts emerging from the warp and appearing behind her. Her first instinct would be to cut her losses and run, but Simangele's presence stops that idea in its tracks, and of course, the Space Marine will come after her as well. She doesn't quite belief that such a being could be injured, let alone killed. Not by ordinary means at least.

The frigattes behave in the finest naval tradition when confronted with a threat, they move to attack. She will have to support them, but the Repulse is too valuable to risk close to potential enemies, and too vulnerable to be allowed to remain on her own. The Demeter however will have to move up in support, but also requires an escort. There of course are the frigattes, but still, she herself in on bopard and she doesn't want to die to some lucky shots. "Land the remainder of the fifth to hold the bridgehead and to establish new ones. The assault boats are to remain in place for an evacuation should it prove necessary. The third fighter wing is to be recovered. Inform the void marshal that his attack wings are to be ready to depart."

She looks closer at the displays, trying to make out what is happening around her. "Signal the fleet. Repulse, Renown and Resolve are to remain in position, maintaining present course and speed. The disposition of the flotilla is at the libery of commodore Solanum. Resistance and Demeter will turn together, going over port to make for the contacts. Fearful Symmetry and Scathing Retort are at full liberty to make their attack if the contacts are identified as hostile."

Pilot test to come to new heading for the Demeter: [roll0] TN 108

Active augery from Livilla to separate the contacts: [roll1] TN 105(120 for silent runners)

Focused augery by Simangele on the largest unknown contact: [roll2] TN 107

The fighters return to Demeter and the rest of the fifth of foot is landed. I leave the commanding of those who are already there to Breadstick as she actually has a character present there.

Breadstick

2014-07-14, 08:07 AM

Commodore Solanum was surprised by the warp signatures. If it was an attack his ancient ship could get more damaged than it already was. He was relieved whn he received the orders, although he still tried to find more information about what was happening.

Repulse augury: [roll0]tn90
Renown augury: [roll1]tn55
Resolve augury: [roll2]tn55
Resistance augury: [roll3]tn55

Meanwhile magos Delawar was suddenly under attack. He raised his plasma cannon and opened fire hoping to hit the launcher team.
I don't know the rules for horde combat so I hope that someone will take that over from me.
Awareness [roll4]tn85
damage [roll5] blast(1)

DrK

2014-07-14, 01:31 PM

Aboard the Hermes....

The first bloodletter is literally battered to death by the massive and rage filled Chaplin. The armoured priest shattering the demon's body and in a flash of light sending it back to the warp to face its blood soaked masters for its abject failure. The second one is brutally hacked at by the ancient relic blade that shears the creature in half with but a single brutal swing!

With nothing but demonic ichor and about 40 dead partially blown apart bodies in the corridor the marines and Brother Matthias are left victorious. Until more enemy return....

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In the Landing bay. The young lieutenant in charge screams to move the men into cover as another pair of assault boats crash down in the bay filling the space by the massive void door, another 120 good men of the 5th pouring down the ramps in their polished carapace armour clutching their heavy hellguns, the magos crouched down beside him in the shadow of an assault boat. The lift shaft continues to whir as a massive firefight begins. The huge cargo lift filled with at least 200 hundred cultists that bathe the lip of the shaft with fire and in their midst a massive creation of daemon and metal amalgamated together! The orgiginal shipment of massive heavy tanks bound for the Imperial Navy exposed to the raw stuff of the warp creating a horrific monstrosity of demonic flesh oozing between the armoured plates of what was once a stormlord assault tank. The front plates are now coated with fleshy armour, maw like orifices surround each gun barrel and atop the colossal vulcan megabolter on the roof of the tank a massive cyclopean eye glows red with malice. More cultists are piled upon the now strange chitinous shell that has grown underneath the rear fighting platform! As the demonic vehicle appears the bay erupts into horrendous violence as the megabolter spins up with a high pitched shriek like a banshee strafing the crouching soldiers, the howl ofthe mega-bolter joined by the guttural barking of the twin linked heavy bolters! A pair of lascannons on the sponsons target the nearest shark boat with sharp hypersonic whip cracks as the air itself is seared and the pair of twin linked heavy flamers soak the whole landing bay in acidic demonic bile. * *

Team EVIL!
-*Daemonic Stormlord heavy tank (Fear 2) amongst other things...
-~200 Cultists (similar to the other ones) - Flak and autoweapons/ shotguns
-- Probably organised into 4x Mag 50 Hordes

Team Solanum
- 4 Shark assault boats and a Storm Talon (though should that be Stromraven to carry a squad?)
- 240 Men of the Fifth Foot! - Carapace and Hellguns
- I would suggest 4 x Mag 60 hordes (1 per platoon)

@ Raunchel - how much do you want to roll for this or are you happy to hand wave it?
It is a PBP so the extra dice rolls don't take up that much time like they do for real life games but its up to you*

The rest of assault boats descend like a swarm upon the damage transport. A dozen heading down to the lower landing bays whilst more head to great rents in the ship armour along the flanks. In a dozen places landing ramps crash down and with flash lights and hellguns the 5th foot surge into the Hermes like an armoured tide. As the battle begins in the landing bay similar things begun to flood the vox channels all over the ship.. The enemy leaving the landing bays uncontested but as the assault squads breach the ship they are met by a wall of heavy fire, red scaled demons clutching warp blades that shear men in half with the slightest touch and for the platoons assaulting into the landing bays another two of the massive demonic tanks amidst other armour that had been constructed in Zayth and corrupted beyond all mortal reason. The constant stream of chatter reaches the Demeter with a horrifying background of screams and unnatural howling as the fifth foot fights and dies within the confines of the transport..

Larger scale so use BFK rules (assuming 1st company Veterans in the Landing Bay)
- Gives 3x Str 60 Landing zones *
Skill 40; Morale 80; Power 9; Str 60 (Attack 4d10+9, AV 18)

Cultists/Troops
(Mod Med Vol' Infantry - Skill 30; Morale 60; Power 7; Str 60 (Attack 4d10+7, AV 14))
(Daemons! - Skill 50 Morale 100* Power 12 Str 20 (Attack 4d10+14, AV 24))*
(Daemon Engines - Skill 50 Morale 100* Power 16 Str 20 (Attack 4d10+17, AV 30))
Daemons have +2 on attack that does not contribute to armour

Breach Cargo Holds - All Urban terrain so all troops at +5 Cover AV
The Fifth Foot:-*
Attack cultists *[roll0] *
Attack Daemons! [roll1]
Attack Daemon Engines [roll2]
Chaos
Cultists Vs 5th Foot [roll3]
Daemons Vs 5th Foot [roll4]
Daemon*Engines Vs 5th Foot [roll5]

Breaching Forward Decks
Attack cultists *[roll6] *
Attack Daemons! [roll7]
Chaos
Cultists Vs 5th Foot [roll8]
Daemons Vs 5th Foot [roll9]

Breaching Aft Decks
Attack cultists *[roll10] *
Attack Daemons! [roll11]
Chaos
Cultists Vs 5th Foot [roll12]
Daemons Vs 5th Foot [roll13]

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In the Voids

In the void sensors and alerts light up the displays as the augers scan and identify the ships flowing out of the warp rift. Lady Solanum herself manning auger displays, her intimate knowledge of the Demeter allowing her to push the augers beyond their normal limits as she scrutinises the approaching vessels. The timing with the beacon that Navis Cassini had felt too close to allow anything approaching a healthy level of worry. Aboard the leviathan that is the Repulse the Commodore does the sane, happy to slowly move away from the approaching threat.

The sensors read back a worrying threat! 2 battle groups. Two capital vessels, one Dictator class cruiser and one Mars Class Battlecruiser. The two cruiser size vessels are escorted by a total of 2 frigates a transport and what appears to be 3 destroyer sized vessels. The hololithic display filling up fast as both cruisers launch fighters to establish a strong CVP around themselves. The other vessels forming up around the two two capital vessels in an aggressive posture of attack!*

Simanglee's interrogation of the enemy cruiser is enlightning. The cruiser profile and power output when measure against the Imperial Records suggesting that it is the "Claymore" - one of the Segmentumn Obscuris fleet, lost in the Borroda incident and then repaired by the Kilgannon Rogue Trader House where it acts as their flagship. The sensors penetrating the cruisers hull pick up many of the important features of her including the massive nova cannon on her prow, the powerful lance batteries in her dorsal turrets and the plasma batteries on her flanks alongside the capacious launch bays.*

The enemy group advances at a slow 2 VU
- Both cruisers launch a 4 squadron CVP

Come to ~ 31 VU from the tail of the Solanum fleet (gap opening as you are still moving forwards even while turning)

Mar's Class BattleCruiser
- It has the standard essential components
- It has a prow nova cannon, a dorsal Lance battery, P/S launch bays, P/S Plasm batteries
- It has an armoured prow, Barracks, countermeasure pods and armour plating
- It has an observation dome, library, trophy rooms, luxury quarters and xeno habitats

Aboard the Demeter and Repukse the sensorium beeps alarmingly as it detects enemy scanners washing over the fleet registering that the level of sensor echo will surely show up on the enemy auger arrays. Worrying given the massive nova cannon at the prow of the Claymore. Before any shots are fired however the vox blares as a signal is received from the Claymore. The smug smooth lilting voice of Lord Willam Kilgannon, Admiral of the Kilgannon Fleet and 1st regent of the Serpentis system. "Lady Sollanum. Its canny good to set eyes upon ye' after so long" - the last time she met him must have been 20 years ago at some governer's ball upon Scintilla. "Out of deference tae your Father I'll give you 2 hours to withdraw in good order so I can collect my lost wee sheep there". *Obviously referring to the Hermes. "A load of my boys had been stranded upon her and I want her back"...

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-14, 01:51 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard
Wounds: 18/23
Fate Points: 5/6

Chaplain Rikkard nodded in respect to Brother-Apothecary Jerza and spun the sacred power mace that was the symbol of his office, freeing it of any remaining warpstuff clinging to the winged skull perched atop the hand grip. The sizzling power field burned off the rest as he looked around for any remaining adversaries. The psyker and his ilk seemed to have fled the field. "The cowardly witch has run for his life. We will run him to ground and slaughter him and his followers like rats in a hole." he rumbled, somewhat calmer now that the bloodshed had temporarily abated.

With several quick motions, Rikkard reloaded his storm bolter while he had a moment's time to spare. He didn't want to run out of ammo the next time they met a mob of that tainted scum, and the weapon did so enjoy eating up ammunition. He looked down the hallway at the door the melta team had been trying to break through. "Perhaps the life pod is in there." he reasoned.

Toxic Mind

2014-07-14, 02:10 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/150x100q90/819/dqwyo.jpg Corlis Vahn

As the daemons fall, the last one cloven in two by the Relic Blade, Corlis can feel the wounds creeping up on him. But now is not the time to show this, for his enemy is escaping. He begins walking towards the side passage when Jerza stops him. "Officer Mattias, you are to attend to the Chaplain's wounds. I will deal with Brother Vahn's. Corlis looks at him and waves him off. There is no time for this, Gordian, the enemy is escaping! And would you fight them so? That melta shot almost took your arm off, and you wish to face them again so unprepared. No. We will wait a moment, heal our wounds, and then forge onward, prepared for the challenge ahead. With a defeated sigh, Corlis allows the Apothecary to begin his work.

Squad Mode: Yes
Cohesion:8/12
Tactical Spacing: Yes
Sustained: Yes

http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/280574/apothecary.jpg Jerza Gordian

Jerza works quickly but effectively, patching up his battle brother. "Indeed" Corlis says in response to the Chaplain, the Apothecary's work not hindering his tactical ability. "They may attempt to tamper or breach it. We should hurry after. The sooner we can leave this ship, the sooner the Lady-Captain can fill it full of Macrocannon rounds.

[roll0] vs 100

Jerza: 1/23
Corlis: 10/25

Wyndeward

2014-07-14, 02:21 PM

Mattias quickly moves to bind Rikkard's wounds, praying and invoking the God-Emperor as he goes.

[roll0] against a TN of 75

Mattias curses and calls for the Apothecary to assist him!

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-14, 02:27 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard
Wounds: 18/23
Fate Points: 5/6

"Do not dismay, mortal." the Chaplain said to Brother Matthias as he failed to make any sense of his injuries. "I am as different from you as you are from your ape ancestors millenia ago on Holy Terra. It is no fault of your own that you do not understand Astartes physiology. Rest assured, the Emperor protects. These are minor inconveniences only." he reassured the missionary.

"Brothers, let us continue on." he said, the tone of his voice betraying his eagerness to dive headfirst back into battle.

Toxic Mind

2014-07-14, 03:29 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/150x100q90/819/dqwyo.jpg Corlis Vahn

As the Apothecary finished, Corlis cues his vox. ++Lady-Captain. We have encountered enemy resistance and driven it before us. Making steady progress towards possible survivor, and will then return to the hanger. Recommend that after extraction, vessel be destroyed. The taint of Chaos lies across this place like a shroud. Give us as much time as you can, but this vessel cannot be allowed to slip back into the warp, or to fall into another's hands. If you must, destroy it around us.++ There is a hardness to Corlis' voice even over the vox channel. Death is a constant companion to a space marine, even more so to the Raptors. While no Marine would foolishly sacrifice his life, Corlis would gladly give his to see this tainted abomination destroyed.

Squad Mode: Yes
Cohesion:8/12
Tactical Spacing: Yes
Sustained: Yes

http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/280574/apothecary.jpg Jerza Gordian

Jerza can hear the comm message, and nods his assent. "Come. Let us continue." To Mattias, he says simply "Do not worry yourself, Missionary. The Chaplain is capable of assessing his own injuries. Do not burden your mind, for doubt will cause your fury to dull, and in this place, that could mean death for us all. Take heart in the Emperor." Yet Jerza watches the Chaplain for a moment, allowing his helmet to run a diagnostic on the Chaplain. Whatever he found, it was satisfactory enough to keep him from making a comment, whatever he said to the Missionary notwithstanding. Blade and bolter in hand, Corlis and Jerza join the Chaplain in moving forward.

Jerza: 1/23
Corlis: 10/25
[/QUOTE]

Wyndeward

2014-07-14, 07:56 PM

Brother Mattias followed the three Astartes into the midst of the fallen Chaos warriors, murmuring prayers to the God-Emperor of Mankind as he went, taking up a covered position to watch for the return of the Chaos warriors.

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-14, 08:30 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard
Wounds: 18/23
Fate Points: 5/6

Rikkard detached an object the size and shape of a large dinner plate -- flat on one side and roughly rounded on the topside, about six inches thick at the center -- from the small of his back that had been secreted away underneath his jump pack. He handed the Astartes-issue melta bomb to the Brother-Apothecary without a word, for it was obvious he intended Jerza to make use of it on the door. The Marine-Errant was talented at demolitions, if their krak grenade improvisation had been any measure, and could place it more effectively than Rikkard.

Toxic Mind

2014-07-14, 08:45 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/150x100q90/819/dqwyo.jpg Corlis Vahn

Corlis sees the exchange of the explosive. He quickly takes a pict of the symbol on the door and commits it to memory though he is sure he could not identify it himself. Perhaps the Lady-Captain or one of her officers would be better suited. He levels his bolter at the door. Just because the heretics were on the outside did not mean there were not enemies within.

Overwatch on the Door.

Squad Mode: Yes
Cohesion:8/12
Tactical Spacing: Yes
Sustained: Yes

http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/280574/apothecary.jpg Jerza Gordian

The feral smile is obvious in Jerza's voice as he takes the explosive charge. "I like your style, Chaplain." Without another word, the Apothecary bends to the task. The seal on the door was interesting, and he assumed Corlis would take a pict of it to show the Captain, but right now the Coffin was more important than any ship's mystery.

[roll0] vs 70

Jerza: 1/23
Corlis: 10/25

DrK

2014-07-14, 11:13 PM

The three marines and the priest cluster around the massive vaulted door as Jezra takes the melta bomb and wedges it against one corner behind the hinges. The four of them retreat a short distance before Jezra detonates. A great wall of molten fire erupts outwards and sizzling metal fills the corridor with super heated gas.
As the smoke clears you can we that the door and wall are melted, the edges of the sealed door now split open enough where the walls have melted that the bulkhead is now freestanding and if someone was strong enough could pull the door open...

Even as that happens the vox nets continue their horrible tale. In the cargo holds the 600 men rapidly take casualties, men dying in drove as demons run amok and the possessed tanks blast through cover and fill corridors with acid bile that chews through the men of the 5th that still vainly try and push forwards.
Fore and aft the story is the same, casualties heavy as thet try and dislodge the well entrenched defenders who then counterattack with the bloodthirsty red demons that law fire only scratches...

Cargo hold
5th Str 27/60 Cultist 44/60 Demon 10/20 Tanks 20/20
Forward
5th Str 45/60 Cultist 56/60 Demon 20/20
Aft
5th Str 45/60 Cultist 55/60 Demon 20/20

I shall make some rolls for the cargo bay...

Toxic Mind

2014-07-14, 11:26 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/150x100q90/819/dqwyo.jpg Corlis Vahn

Corlis sets to the door, the melta bomb loosening but not opening it enough. He moves quickly, the sounds over the vox lending urgency to his steps. Whatever is happening in the hanger, it is not going well.

[roll0] vs 93 (+10 Aid Action)

Squad Mode: Yes
Cohesion:8/12
Tactical Spacing: Yes
Sustained: Yes

http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/280574/apothecary.jpg Jerza Gordian

For his part, Jerza sets to the door next to his brother, helping the other space marine, and trusting the Chaplain to deal with any threats.

Jerza: 1/23
Corlis: 10/25

DrK if you want to roll for the Talon, that is fine. It will target the tanks with the missiles first, then work its way to the next strongest enemies using the twin linked bolters.

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-15, 01:09 AM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard
Wounds: 18/23
Fate Points: 5/6

All this for one survivor, Rikkard thought as he took up an overwatch position on the door and the adjoining hallways. It wasn't that he was particularly averse to spending human fighting resources by the droves. They died heroically for the Emperor and would be welcomed into the Master of Mankind's presence after all. But the fact was that this was not the Imperial Guard and they did not have practically endless amounts of men to throw at a problem. Once the Rogue Trader's men were spent, that was it. The Brother-Chaplain just hoped that the life form in that sanctuary pod (no doubt a barely-tolerable mutant navigator judging by where they were) would be able to tell them what happened on the Hermes.

They would exfil in a hurry as soon as they were done here. Hopefully before many more casualties were taken by the 5th's stormtroopers. The Space Marines might even get there in time to help kill more of the enemy on the way out. At least, that was Rikkard's hope. He knew that the daemons and traitors would likely die when the fleet blew the transport ship to the Warp, but he preferred getting his hands dirty.

DrK

2014-07-15, 01:20 AM

With 600kg of superhuman strength and servo assisted power armour the door moves some 2ft enough to squeeze through. The chambers beyond are luxury beyond compare. Thick carpets, furniture of aged wood and other antiques litter this suite of rooms. The walls adorned with massive paintings of swirling colours and textures that hint at creatures within. The artwork is quite beautiful if obviuo of the warp.

The rooms are extensive with dining rooms, sleeping chambers, guest rooms and guard rooms. Eventually however in the heart of the Navis chambers you can see a fdoor of plain metal, featureless. A pile of upturned furniture in front of it like a crude barricade. As you reach the corner some 20m away the marines enhanced hearing can hear the rattle of magazines being locked and a faint Emperors blessing lads. Let's make em pay fore they get us...

Toxic Mind

2014-07-15, 01:33 AM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/150x100q90/819/dqwyo.jpg Corlis Vahn

Corlis can hear the weapon chambering a round, a sound he has heard countless times before. "Hold your fire, unless you mean to fire upon the Emperor's chosen sons, in which case, you may join your warp-blasted brethren in death." Corlis has little time for games, and less patience. Every second wasted, men die.

Squad Mode: Yes
Cohesion:8/12
Tactical Spacing: Yes
Sustained: Yes

http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/280574/apothecary.jpg Jerza Gordian

"Come out. We are here to bring you back to the safety of those who walk in the Emperor's light. Yet even as we speak, men die to secure our passage out. Come quickly." Jerza shares his brother's sentiments, wishing to waste no time in retrieving their cargo, and leaving to reinforce the likely battered 5th Company. Jerza holds up his Clavis to the light so that the other can see, the banding a clear symbol of one trusted beyond reproach by the Deathwatch and the Inquisition, and only entrusted to Keepers.

Jerza: 1/23
Corlis: 10/25

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-15, 01:40 AM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard
Wounds: 18/23
Fate Points: 5/6

The Brother-Chaplain didn't need to add words to that. He just stood, menacing and implacable, with his skull-faced helmet grinning its rictus, white grin and his Rosarius in plain view upon his shoulder armor. Along with the silver arm and shoulder guard bearing the sigil of the Inquisition like the others, it should have been more than obvious that he was not aligned with the enemy. In fact he was much, much worse if they chose to test his limited patience. His mere appearance demanded the crew's obedience.

DrK

2014-07-15, 01:59 AM

Six men slowly rise to their feet wearing ornate carapace armour and clutching sophisticated looking bolt guns armour is ordained with strange symbols no doubt representing one of the navigator families. the oldest of them are grizzled veteran with a metallic right arm looks relieved at the appearance of the marines. We are saved lads. Blessing on you. Are here to save Lady Benetek?

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-15, 02:24 AM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard
Wounds: 18/23
Fate Points: 5/6

"Any who would walk in the Emperor's light may accompany us to the extraction point," the Chaplain's voice rumbled, actually shaking the expensive china and glass with its bass reverberations, "...even the three-eyed subhuman." he added scornfully. The only reason Navigators were even tolerated was because of their one, priceless ability. Otherwise, Rikkard would have been happy to put a bolt shell right between all three eyes. "You may stay if you wish, but know that this ship is doomed."

Raunchel

2014-07-15, 05:40 AM

Livilla is shocked by the tidings from the Hermes. She had expected some resistance, but if it is so horribly tainted. Yes, it will have to be blasted from the void. It would have been easy if not for that Kilgannon oaf. She feels the urge to engage him in battle and to leave his whole fleet as burning wrecks, but that would be impolite, and she has other, less costly cards to play. "Evacuate the other landing zones on the Hermes, but maintain the primary bridgehead for the sergeant to evacuate from. Recover the rest of the Fifth to the Demeter."

She will not abandon an ally like the sergeant that easily. The value of his presence alone is easily worth a few dozen troops. "Maintain the present turn and fill the void with the praises to the Emperor. By His grace we will stand triumphant on any field of battle."

And of course the oaf contacts her, no, not just contacts, threatens. Now she really wants to erase his name from history. But it would be dangerous, he has a strong fleet. She replies: "My dearest lord Kilgannon. It is such a wonderful occurence to meet you again, especially at such a place and time. But I am afraid that I can't hand the Hermes over to you, you see, I am currently cooperating with certain parties which might work in secret but still are exceedingly well-known. They even were kind enough to provide me with escorts which remain commissioned in His Most Holy Emperor's glorious Navy. These parties have kindly asked me to ensure the complete Destruction of the Hermes, and anyone who would attempt to intervene in her fate. Trying to do so might even load suspicions upon your shoulders from these parties, and their agents have assured me that such suspicions tend to have rather unpleasant consequences. So please, my good lord, come and visit me on the Demeter so we can converse like civilized people."

First of all, pilot test to complete coming to new heading: [roll0] TN 108

Focused Augery from Livilla on the second cruiser: [roll1] TN 105

And Focused augery from Simangele on a frigatte: [roll2] TN 107

The broadband hymn casters are activated, so all frequencies are filled with devotions to the Emperor while the Solanum fleet can still communicate normally.

Charm: [roll3] TN 115

All boardings are abandones, but luckily these are well-trained and equipped troops, so it shouldn't be too hard on them.

DrK

2014-07-15, 03:09 PM

The men look to one another and immediately lower their weapons. One of bring out a fancy looking key of some kind and inserting it into the door behind him. The secondary security protocls or pass codes and an optical scan don't take long as the doors open into the strange Navis sanctumn beyond where in a recess under the floor the Lady Navis lies semi-foetal in the adamantine lined salvation coffin. Semi-concious she is pale and shivering, thin trickles of tears and blood leaking from her 3 eyes. The Head of her household strokes her head gently, "She's pushed herself pretty far. She used her powers to make a sort of safe zone around us like a small geller field after the mains field was sabotaged by them traitors.

Between him and two of the six men they pull out the frail looking Navis and lift her on a stretcher that one grabs quickly from a medical room adjacent to the sanctum. "Our thanks Lords Astartes. How do we escape". As he speaks his eyes look to the ceiling where the boom of explosions and roar of combat can faintly be heard.

A voice on the microbead shouting over the screams of the dying and the high pitched keening of gatling weapons "Lord Astartes.. Sgt. Cruz 1st of the 5th. We are under heavy fire, don't know how long we can hold the landing bay for you!..."
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In the Landing Bay....

The battle descends rapidly into a bloodbath! red las fire zipping into cultists as they return fire with hand cannons, autoguns and shotweapons and soon blood slicks the floor on both sides! The Possessed tank is horrendous as its massed weapon arrays literally dice men in half and blow others away in a horrific display of gore splattered violence. The gunners on the landing craft begin to scream to evac, engines whirring as the gunners power up the autocannons and begin spewing rounds back into the enemy forces!

Even as the forces are assailed by the cultists pouring from the lift shaft they are caught in an enfilading blast of fire as more cultists pour out of the main doors that the marines vanished down earlier. The additional cultists pressing the elite first company of the 5ft Foot hard! The 1st, 2nd and 3rd platoons all dive for cover laying down heavy fire from Hellguns whilst the 4th company led by Sgt. Striker gives the cry of "Draw swords. For Sollanum and the Emperor" as he revs his chainsword and charges into the mass of cultists pushing in through the side door, the rest of platoon drawing their cermonial mono-sabres as they charge into the mass of cultists. The sarge himself hacking a path through through to confront the psyker at the heart of the enemy formation.

Blood and bodies lie everywhere as in the close range of the landing bay shots are fired from mere metres apart. The machine spirits aboard the StormRaven awaken and the craft lifts fractionally, swivelling to face the enemy troops as the twin linked bolters and spinning assault cannons begin to tear into the enemy forces, a massive missile rocketing off the rails to slam into the titanic Stormlord. The Stormlord's baleful influence is clearly what carries the day as the horrific tooth covered mega bolter spins up to full power and with a dreadful shrieking hoses the barricades and lander where 1st platoon are sheltering. The Magos with them pinned down by the massed weight of fire as deck, equipment and bulkheads are chewed apart and white uniformed troops horribly cut down. The pair of turrets spit their vile daemonic bile over the survivors as the lascannons lance out at the shark boats where pilots are powering up the engines, screaming to their flight commanders to issue the recall orders before they are overrun!

The fight is horrific, the massed mega-bolter savaging the 1st platoon wiping them out nearly to the man! the shocked few survivors throwing themselves back towards the shark assault boat. THe other platoons hold firm trading fire at point blank range getting the better of the cultists, 2 of the heretics falling for every brave man in white. The 5th helped by the Stormraven that hovers gently, weapons firing in all directions, assault cannons chewing through one of the chaos groups as they run into swirling melee with 2nd Platoon.

Please make a dodge roll or take a heavy bolter hit [roll0] +8 PEN 6
Then you may choose a target

The carnage in the landing bay is mirrored in the other areas of the ships where hundreds of the troopers of the 5th now lie dead and dying. Shot by enemy troops or torn apart by the rampaging demons. In the cargo hold 2nd Company take heavy casualties before Lt. Artem leads a forlon charge with the companies demolition supplies and detonates in the heart of the mass of attacking demons, his sacrifice slaying almost half of the warp spawned devils. Sadly despite his sacrifice the second massive daemon possessed tank in the hold is a decisive factor pinning Lady Solanum's troops down unable to move and allowing the demons and enemy troops to engage at point blank range. With orders to fall back given the troops try and disengage, all staring down the hundreds of metres of narrow corridors and wondering how many of them will be able to make it out alive!

None of the troops are able to disengage, the narrow corridors allowing daemons and cultists to envelop and surround the boarding parties. 2nd company soons ceases to answer any calls, their foray into the cargo bay marked by corridors choked with bodies or men and deamon and everywhere smoking holes where the Vulcan mega bolter rounds have torn everything apart. The brave men of the 2nd dead to the last man though they wiped out the cultists daemonic allies as they went down!

In the forward bays the 3rd company is pinned down but amidst the deck plating and several water reclamation tanks manage to assemble a strong point beating back the worst of the daemons and cults. Sadly the casualties slowly begin to build. A call for ""Lt. Gustav here. Lady Captain, we need back up, we're pinned down. Help!"

In the aft bays the situation is not much better, the 4th company troopers retreating before being pounced upon by a great pack of massive red flesh hounds of blood and rage that chew and savage hundreds of men before the shocked survivors can beat a hasty retreat down through the now broken shield generators. Another plea for help over the vox band... "4th of the 5th. Master Sergeant Hawkins. We have descended 5 decks. Please vector assault boats to level -12 we are attempting to fall back from warp forces." The man seems brave, a testament to the regiment.

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In the void...

Even as the enemy fleet continues to close, the thrusters and grav drives flaring as they slow dramatically, barely moving in the depths of the void there is another massive ripple in real space 10 VU from the Demeter, a lone light cruiser studded with weapons bursting into real space. The Redemption arrived later, but not badly timed. As it arrives the Demeter completes its turn still screening the retreating Repulse, the two frigates moving towards the Kilgannon fleet with all the eagerness of training hunting dogs.

The response over the vox is sharper this time and more stringent in tone. Don't be foolish Lassie. The Hermes is mine. She has two things I desire in her holds and I'll be having them." The vox tramsission crackling slightly over the interference caused by the solemn hymns blasting across the void. "I'll give you one more chance. Withdraw your troops or your wee friends won't be helping you when you're sucking void..."
As he speaks the hololiths illustrate the components of the dictator and the frigate...

Dictator
Essential components
Prow bombardment cannon, P/S launch bays, P/S Stygies macrocannons
Barracks, Munitorium, Drop Pods, Temple shrine, Medicae bay

Frigate
Reinforced prow, 2 x dorsal sunsear batteries
Ships stores, Brig
Archaeotch sensors of some kind

Toxic Mind

2014-07-15, 03:34 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/150x100q90/819/dqwyo.jpg Corlis Vahn

Corlis leaves the navigator and her guards to the Apothecary, already headed back out. ++Sergeant Cruz. We have retrieved the ship's Navigator and are returning to your position. You need only hold a path for us to reach the Stormraven. Anything else is lives and men wasted. Hold the line Sergeant. The Emperor smiles upon those who give themselves unto his service. We are coming.++ The vox message goes out to not only to the sergeant, but also to the Lady-Captain. Corlis has no time for pleasantries, but perhaps the knowledge that their mission has been successful in this part will help the Lady-Captain.

[roll0] vs 79
Will Fate Point the Re-roll if it fails.

Squad Mode: Yes
Cohesion:8/12
Tactical Spacing: Yes
Sustained: Yes

http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/280574/apothecary.jpg Jerza Gordian

"MOVE! Get her up now. We have no time for this. If she lives, then carry her yourselves. We will keep them off you. Move now, or be left behind!" Jerza's commands are harsh and unyielding, but they are out of time. Even now, the 5th is in danger or breaking entirely, cutting them off from their evacuation. And if that happens... Jerza would give his life gladly, and dearly paid would the enemy be in taking it, but he would give it all the same.

[roll1] vs 89 (+10 for Chosen Rep)

Dispositions are raised by 2 levels form Keeper if that affects the roll.

Jerza: 1/23
Corlis: 10/25

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-15, 03:36 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard
Wounds: 18/23
Fate Points: 5/6

The Chaplain stood still for a moment, blink-clicking through the various vox channels available to him through his helmet's micro-bead. Through the static, he can hear almost every one of 5th Company's platoons calling for emergency evac or reinforcements. "This will be a fighting retreat." he observed, turning to look at the veteran with the augmetic arm. "Protect your mistress and we will protect you."

Then, inaudible to the humans, over his helmet's kill-team vox link, the Chaplain contacted his two Astartes Brothers. "++Back the way we came in, then?++ he asked, leaving the topic open to discussion. They could go right back to the Stormraven or they could make their way to another landing zone to try to relieve pressure on the 5th. However, their original entry point seemed to be the only beachhead not currently attempting a retreat.

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http://imageshack.com/a/img853/6567/crp6w.jpg Captain Solomon Graves

The Solanum frigates are already beginning a deadly dance with the other fleet's escort ships, both not making any overtly offensive movements but trying to subtly gain an advantageous position and show off their superior maneuvering skill. The predatory, light warships move like sharks in the void -- dull black to blend in with the starfield save for the dark red paint on their prows. Was this man seriously going to provoke a brawl with the Deathwatch representatives and ships from Battlefleet Obscurus? Would a Rogue Trader risk his charter over whatever was on the Hermes?

Scrutiny+Detection TN 91: [roll0]
Pilot (Space Craft) + Maneuverability if Needed to Maneuver TN 110: [roll1]

Toxic Mind

2014-07-15, 03:39 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/150x100q90/819/dqwyo.jpg Corlis Vahn

Corlis cues his sub-vox ++The Talon is our best chance of making it out alive. She is already firing on the enemy, and her weapons would be best suited to cover us.++ Corlis and the others move quickly towards the lifts. Every second wasted is lives spent.

[roll0] vs 88

Squad Mode: Yes
Cohesion:8/12
Tactical Spacing: Yes
Sustained: Yes

Jerza: 1/23
Corlis: 10/25

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-15, 03:49 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard
Wounds: 18/23
Fate Points: 5/6

Brother-Chaplain Rikkard acknowledged the Raptor's reasoning with a single subvocal click over the vox, a standard tactical affirmative signal when words weren't needed. Soon the deck was resounding with the rhythmic booming of Astartes boots as the kill-team and allies broke into a light jog back toward the lift tube. The Chaplain kept his flickering crozius arcanum in one hand and his master-crafted storm bolter in the other, ready to fire. He kept his senses peeled, looking for ambush, but at the same time Rikkard felt his thoughts wandering toward tactics. He thought about how they would go about capitalizing on any situation where they might find themselves at the rear of the enemy attacking the 5th Foot above them.

Awareness TN 76: [roll0]
Tactics (Assault Doctrine) TN 47: [roll1]

DrK

2014-07-15, 03:57 PM

Bowels of the Hermes

With the 6 men clustered in the middle clutching the Navis Scion carefully to keep her safe they fall behind the 3 massive hulking marines as they move to the way out the Navis quarters. The corridor beyond is eerily quiet, even more so when contrasted to the vox net filled with screaming and gunfire. THe transport tube rumbles and strains as it slowly moves up laden heavily with the 8 humans and 3 Astartes. As the doors hiss open there is a literal wave of noise that hits like a fist! The sound of whirring engines, heavy weapons fire, screams of pain and rage and the constant zap and crackle of small arms fire!

The first astartes out can see 40m to his right the back ranks of a serried horde of grubby cultists, guns held over their heads as they fire into the mass of white clad soldiers milling about in melee stabbing and hacking with their ceremonial blades... In the midst you can see the officer and warlock from earlier, a large and burly Sgt hacking at the warlock...

So the landing bay fight is all on the same initiatve now.
Marines have 50m to reach the doors and then 20m to get to the StormRaven.... across the battle field :smallsmile:

Wyndeward

2014-07-15, 03:58 PM

Brother Mattias jogged along with the Astartes and the rescued, scanning about looking for further troubles.

[roll0] vs a TN of 72

Toxic Mind

2014-07-15, 04:14 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/150x100q90/819/dqwyo.jpg Corlis Vahn

As they step out of the elevator, Corlis sees the warlock. "That one is mine" he says simply, taking precise aim with his stalker pattern bolter. That damned witch had escaped him once, now he would end it in one stroke.

[roll0] vs 129 (69+10 Aim+10 Accurate-20 Firing into Melee+30 Size+30 Unaware)

Pen: 10 (Custom Raptor Sight - 6+4)
[roll1]
Firing Stalker Bolt so enemy get no chance to detect

Tearing Re-roll
[roll2]
Adittional Damage for Accurate DoS up to 4
[roll3]
[roll4]

Squad Mode: Yes
Cohesion:8/12
Tactical Spacing: Yes
Sustained: Yes

http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/280574/apothecary.jpg Jerza Gordian

Even as Corlis takes his shot, Jerza is off and moving towards the horde. It might have first appeared that he was simply running towards the cultists, but it would become rapidly clear that he was leaving the fodder for Corlis and his heavy bolter, and the Chaplain's storm bolter, and making his way for the melta officer. "Perhaps it is time to put your wings to good use, brother!" he shouts at the Chaplain.

Run Action - Move 35m towards the fight.

Jerza: 1/23
Corlis: 10/25

Wyndeward

2014-07-15, 04:34 PM

Brother Mattias readies his flamer, slowly advancing on the rear ranks of the Chaos Cultists.

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-15, 05:05 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard
Wounds: 18/23
Fate Points: 5/6

++In due time, Apothecary.++ he voxed back. ++I wish to share something with them first.++

Clamping his bolter to the magnetic contact point on his outer thigh for just a moment, the Chaplain moved forward as quickly and quietly as a nine-foot, thousand-pound behemoth of a Space Marine could. He swapped in one of the frag grenades off of the front of his belt and thumbed the activator on the four-second detonator timer. Then, pumping his arm forward with all his might, Rikkard sent the high explosive sailing into the back ranks of the cultist horde, where it detonated with a hollow crump, superheated fragments scything down droves of confused heretics and paving the way for Brother-Apothecary Jerza's charge.

Once the battle was joined, the Chaplain switched his vox back to broadcast mode. His voice rose over the din with a ferocious yell! "DIE HERETICS!!"

Free Action Ready Weapon, Half Action Move, Half Action Throw Grenade
Throw Astartes Frag Grenade - BS 106: [roll0] (Well, it hits...but not much more than that. 1 degree of success.)
Base Ballistic Skill 46
Unaware Enemy +30
Horde Size +30
Range: It's more than the base range, but not double, so I think this still counts for +0 modifier. If it's -10 then Rikkard's Hatred +10 negates the disadvantage.

Astartes Frag Grenade S/-/-, 2d10+2X, Pen 0, Blast 4
Explosive Weapon: +1 hits
Blast (4) Weapon: Automatic 4 hits against horde. (Not sure if that means I have to roll it, but I will anyway.)

Hit 1: [roll1]
Hit 2: [roll2]
Hit 3: [roll3]
Hit 4: [roll4]
Hit 5: [roll5]

Hyrule

2014-07-16, 06:21 AM

Hector Dospe had finally reached his goal. The Solanum fleet. He had not seen the new rogue trader since she was a child. His reveries were shaken immediately when he saw the hostile fleet appear on the display. It seemed that he would immediately be called to action. He sent a message to the Rogue Trader: “Lady Solanum, I am glad to have returned to your service in the name of the Emperor. I carry a member of the Adeptus Astartes who wishes to join you on your explorations. What are my orders?”

Orvar does Focused Augury on the transport TN 100 [roll0]
Hector does the same but on a destroyer TN 105 [roll1]
The Redemption moves according to the rogue trader’s orders.

Breadstick

2014-07-16, 07:44 AM

Delawar was just relocating when he saw the bolt impact in the place that he had just left. Surely he was protected by the Omnissiah. He looked at the Stormlord and opened fire with his Plasma Cannon, switching it to maximal power.

To hit: [roll0]tn125(Massive target)
Damage: [roll1]+13 Blast 3, pen 8

Meanwhile Septimus slowly manouvered away from the battle, keeping a distance from the ill-fated Hermes.

Toxic Mind

2014-07-16, 10:32 AM

EDIT: WARNING - The Events of this Post take place AFTER DrK's next update.

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/150x100q90/819/dqwyo.jpg Corlis Vahn

Rage and Fury flowed through Corlis as the shot was absorbed by some fell energy. But he had a job to do, and a duty to his brothers. So he raises his Heavy Bolter and unleashes its death on the Horde, his favored Metal Storm rounds dealing death throughout. The wall of meat also has the added effect of protecting the guardsmen on the other side from Corlis' shots, for now. "Remember our purpose! Cut them down, but do not cease your movement towards the Talon!" Corlis shouts over the din, inspiring his battle brothers with his zeal. He charges towards the ship, then quickly turns and unleashes another hellish spray from his Heavy Bolter

[roll0] vs 99 (69+30 Size+20 Full Auto-20 Firing into Melee(?))

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

Explosive
[roll7]

Blast
[roll8]
[roll9]

]
[roll10] vs 99 (69+30 Size+20 Full Auto-20 Firing into Melee(?))

[roll11]
[roll12]
[roll13]
[roll14]
[roll15]
[roll16]

Explosive
[roll17]

Blast
[roll18]
[roll19]

Activate: Bolter Assault

Squad Mode: Yes
Cohesion:5/12
Tactical Spacing: Yes
Sustained: Yes

http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/280574/apothecary.jpg Jerza Gordian

Jerza is quick to take advantage of the chaos and death sown by his brother's efforts. Even as he runs towards his target, he thumbs a grenade and lobs it into the horde of cultists in front of him, following the Chaplain's lead. He charges, and with a zealous cry, leaps upon the Melta Officer, driving his Relic Blade home onto the unsuspecting man. "FOR THE EMPEROR!"

[roll20] vs 74 (+30 Size)

Damage:
[roll21]

Blast:
[roll22]
[roll23]
[roll24]
[roll25]

[roll26] vs 83 (+10 Charge+10 Hatred)
Using Killing Strike to make it unable to be Dodged or Parried

Damage:
[roll27]
Pen: 9

Jerza: 1/23
Corlis: 10/25
[/QUOTE]

Raunchel

2014-07-16, 11:09 AM

Livilla hears the reports coming in, the casualties are terrible and the thinks about the price of replacing such good men. What the sergeant has found should be worth it. The evacuation has been ordered, although some extra forces may be deployed if the commanders deem it worthwhile to evacuate more troops. She will not let them be taken prisoner by those foul things. ”Repulse, please use one of your squadrons of fighters to protect the bomber that will be sent your way. They have been armed with atomics and will destroy the Hermes as soon as the evacuation is complete.”

”Sergeant, the bridgehead will be held until you have been evacuated. I apologize for not being able to lend my full assistance, but it appears that there is a highly rude figure, with a fleet, who wants to claim the Hermes. I am currently moving to engage the hostile fleet. When your evacuation is completed you are welcome to assist in the coming battle. As soon as the Hermes is free it will be destroyed with atomics.

Unfortunately she can’t focus her attentions on this grave matter. There are other things happening as well. ”I am terribly sorry, but I am afraid that that won’t be possible. My dear friends of the Adeptus Astartes have already ordered her complete destruction, and I can tell you, they do tend to desire thoroughness. The taint of the warp after all is such a terrible thing. I hope that you will understand that I do not enjoy being treated like this by someone like you whose manners clearly come from a grox farm. Your pedigree is an insult to the warrant that you have been given and I demand your immediate withdrawal. If you fail to comply I will be forced to reduce your steered pieces of wreckage that you like to call ships to lifeless wreckage. And I do so abhor violence, especially when it takes place before my tea. So I do demand your most sincere apologies for this disturbance.”

Another ship appears, close to her, far too close. Only a little ahead. If it is an enemy it might strike before she is ready. The enemy main fleet is still not in range, but she knows that she is in theirs. Then it identifies, the Redemption, which she has almost considered completely lost for all the lack of news of the last few years, but she still has the same captain, how old is he by now? Anyways, he arrives at exactly the right time. But more Astartes, that is troubling. ”Greetings Redemption, you are most welcome in this time of need. The Kilgannon fleet has apparently strayed from the Emperor’s Divine Light and it falls to us to present them the price of such heresy. The support of the Adeptus Astartes will be most welcome in these dark hours, but we will be triumphant when the day is out. Please join me in my attack. The Imperial navy frigates will aid us. My aides will forward you all data on the enemy.”

”Signal the fleet: I attack, follow me.”

One bomber carrying best quality atomics leaves the Demeter to go to the Repulse and will make an attack on the Hermes as soon as the evacuation is complete. This will do ten hits, each doing 1d10+18 damage. This should be sufficient to evaporate any hint of the wreck’s existence. Of course I hope that any ships in the vicinity will also have left the area by then because it will be a terribly huge boom. The bomber should have an easy time to get the wreck, she isn’t exactly defending herself or anything like that.

A Stormraven should be able to move 12 VU in a single strategic turn, and that will allow the Deathwatch to join the Demeter within one or two turns, so they can help with the fireworks.

The Demeter will rush forwards, diverting the power from the warp engines and three of the augmented retro-thrusters to increase her speed to 5 at the cost of -15 maneuverability. Livilla steers her herself now, making evasive maneuvers to prevent being hit by the nova cannon. [roll0] TN 110

Simangele meanwhile scans one of the Destroyers(As the frigates, the transport and cruisers will now all have been checked.) [roll1] TN 107’

The readied craft are replaced to twelve squadrons of fighters and a six of ordinary bombers.

And yes, I had to use those famous orders. It’s just too much fun.

The attack plan is really simple. The Demeter will race forwards, the Redemption will be 2 vu in front and 2 vu to her port. The Resistance will be 3 vu behind and to starboard. The frigates will be just ahead on starboard. I intend to first wipe their fighters away and then hit them hard over their flank with torpedo bombers and waves of normal bombers. This will allow the lighter units to engage their lighter ships or hit the damaged capital ships.

DrK

2014-07-16, 04:38 PM

Bowels of the Ship

The bowels of ship are filled with blood and bodies as the 3rd and 4th companies try to retreat. One by one the squads fall silent, normally preceded by crackling warp induced static punctuated by screams as the demons tore into the men of the fifth. Massive red humanoids using their warp blades as they hunted the fleeing men of the Fifth through the water facility. In the aft castle despite the Sgt's bold move and the arrival of the shark boats that smash the heart out of the enemy troops, many sucked out into the void or melted by the las burners as the sharks punch into the hull, the fifth are decimated. Only a handful of men, less than 20 in all making it back to the assault boats. The shark boats jetting out into the void before being overrun by daemons. Only 2 shark boats being lost in the ensuing carnage...

2nd - 4th company wiped out. Sadly for 4th company reduced to exactly 0 this turn

Landing Bay

The gunfire continues unabated. Three of the enemy hordes forming up a massive firebase around the tracks and turrets of the colossal daemon engine. One of the enemy units still locked in combat with 2nd platoon, It doesn't save 2nd platoon as the massive mega bolter sprays the void troopers tearing them apart. The 3rd platoon still holding a strong boundary around the sharks, the remains of 1st platoon sheltering beside the magos as he blasts a colossal plasma blast over the heads of the shattered survivors only to see it wash over the deamon tank. The Storm talon continues to cause carnage, a rocket slamming into the deamon engine punching through the hull and causing strange ichor to leak forth. The assault cannons hammering the cultists riding the daemon engine.
As the 4th platoon fight the enemy horde the Astartes strike with the fury only the Angels of Death can bring! THe frag grenades scything through the enemy trrops with massive explosions as Corlis guns down a dozen men with a pair of long blasts of his heavy bolter. The Apothecary is the most terrifying of all. Even as the enemy psyker turns to face the astartes the apothecary reaches the officer and with a single brutal swipe of the Relic hacks into the man's chest and shears him in half!

The death of the officer and the slaughter of half their number is too much for the horde that flee forward into the cargo bay towards the daemon engine. Many are cut down in a brutal crossfire between the 5th and the troops but it does nothing to quell their fear. Behind the fleeing troops the Navis guards run as fast they can covering half of the distance to the massive doors, the men nowhere near as fast as the fleet footed apothecary.

You can shoot the fleeing ones.
Shoot horde 2 that's in view at the entrance to the cargo bay or just run to cover the 50m to get to the cargo bay

--

The Void

Aboard the Demeter a single massive bomb is rolled out of a special vault. Red robed mechanicus magi tenderly carrying the ancient device of destructive power. The casing a work of art with runes placating the raging machine spirit within. A single Starhawk piloted by one of the most experienced bomber pilots stands ready and jets into the void, a fighter squadron vectoring in from the Repulse as they travel, the bomber carrying the massive atomic towards the crippled Hermes...

It can reach the Hermes next turn

On great plumes of plasma flames Demeter surges forward, the massive warp engines of the demeter are placed into emergency shut down to provide the power for such a manoeuvre, the red robed tech priests wailing in binary fury at the abuse placed upon their archaic and barely understood machinery. The Retort and Symmetry are like sleek hunters alongside her with the newly arrived Redemption trailing behind.
Aboard the Demeter Kilgannon's voice on tight beam laser vox communications speaks angrily. "You would threaten me girl. I have conquered systems and set continents ablaze on a whim. I will not be threatened by a girl barely old enough to be allowed to steer a small cargo scow."
As he speaks you can see flak turrets on the two cruisers activating to add their firepower to the point defence systems and the sensors on the destroyers and frigates switch from scanning to targeting mode.

Then with a tearing sound the massive Nova Cannon on the prow of the mar's battlecruiser sends it colossal cargo hurtling through the void directly at the Demeter... THe massive gravimetric shell shattering the void around the pocket battleship! THe impact enormous as the entire ship shakes but the voids shields just manage to hold on before collapsing, dozens of men and servitors dying in the shield bays as they are forced to change out man sized resistors and fuses to get the shields back up again.
THe voice of Kilgannon echoes once more "that was a warning aye... withdraw and I winnae break your fleet"

Mars, Transport and Dictator come to a complete stop
Transport - Jericho class (prow torpedoes, dorsal cannons, looks like a barracks and a hold landing bay as a pocket back-up carrier)
Destroyer - Cobra class vessel. Prow melta cannon and Dorsal sunsear

NOVA CANNON [roll0] TN 95-20 nova - either 80 or 40 Evasive (and Master of Gunnery [roll1])
hits [roll2] damage [roll3][roll4][roll5][roll6][roll7]
EDIT: should have been +4 not 5, (remember they are d5's, but roll d10's in case of crits)

-- Even with the -80 its a miss by 1 DoS so still lands within 1VU of the Demeter. But void shields for the win!

Frigates and destroyers advance 5VU
- remember I forgot 2 destroyers in their squadron

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-16, 09:15 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard
Wounds: 18/23
Fate Points: 5/6

Figuring one good turn deserved another, Rikkard made after the fleeing cultists, determined to let none escape alive. With his jump pack, he was much faster, able to easily keep up with the mob. He let another pear-shaped frag grenade fall into his hand and primed it before again chucking the weapon ahead of Jerza into the midst of the enemy. There was a brief flash and a spray of superheated projectiles and more cultists died screaming. As he landed, the Brother-Chaplain took cover at the corner in order to observe the situation in the main room, looking for whatever was responsible for the engine noises, the black smoke, and the hammering sound of mega-vulcans. They'd need to take care of that before leaving...

Free Action Ready Weapon, Half Action Move, Half Action Throw Grenade
Throw Astartes Frag Grenade - BS 86: [roll0] (3 degrees of success)
Base Ballistic Skill 46
Horde Size +30
Hatred +10

Astartes Frag Grenade S/-/-, 2d10+2X, Pen 0, Blast 4
Explosive Weapon: +1 hits
Blast (4) Weapon: Automatic 4 hits against horde. (Not sure if that means I have to roll it, but I will anyway.)

Hit 1: [roll1]
Hit 2: [roll2]
Hit 3: [roll3]
Hit 4: [roll4]
Hit 5: [roll5]

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http://imageshack.com/a/img853/6567/crp6w.jpg Captain Solomon Graves

The fore pict-screen dimmed to protect the eyes of the bridge crew as the explosion blossomed over the Demeter's void shields, and even Captain Graves had to take a moment. "He's actually attacking us. Is he tainted or just insane?" he wondered aloud, his crew knowing that the question was rhetorical and too busy to answer it in any case. "Well, alright then." Sol shrugged, then his demeanor shifted into action. "We need to get in there. Flank speed! Get us within lance range!" he ordered, seeing that Demeter's captain had the same idea. The plasma drives that took up almost the entire aft half of the frigate flared like supernovas and the ship jumped forward at incredible speed, bringing them within weapons range in bare moments in the timeline of a void battle.

"Ignore the frigates. We'll find them on our turn. Target the cruiser and fire!" Sol ordered, straining the connections in his skull as he tried to jump out of his chair. As the ship cut between the two enemy frigates before they were ready to fire, Scathing Retort's massive, chin-mounted lance weapon flared with a blinding, white light and reached out to touch the enemy ship, tearing through armor plating like a hot knife through butter while her dorsal macrocannons pounded away in sequence, firing for effect, lobbing building-sized projectiles out into space. Meanwhile, Scathing Retort's countermeasures went active, expecting heavy reprisal. Sol just hoped the frigate's maneuverability was enough to spare it the worst of the massive ship's return as they harried it.

Behind her, Fearful Symmetry finished lining up her own shot on the same target, hoping to inflict further, crippling damage. Another blinding lance strike slashed through the void, coring through the cruiser's weapon emplacements!

Extended Action: Flank Speed Tech-Use 69: [roll6] (Scathing Retort moves 15 VU this turn!)
Other rolls in OOC thread.

Hyrule

2014-07-17, 06:45 AM

Hector pushed his engines to the maximum as the Redemption raced forwards. He longed to be the first in the fleet to open fire. Orvar meanwhile was studying the arrays to find better targeting resolutions.

Pilot: Adjust speed TN 65: 13 The ship turns 45 degrees so both the starboard battery can come into play as well. The ship will now be at aj 15. It faces so the ship points up and right at 45 degrees on the map.
The flak turrets are activated
Orvar: Lock On Prow Bombardment Cannons TN 90: [roll0]. Two degrees of success so +5 bs.

Hector: Fire all weapons.
Starboard Best-Craftsmanship Mars Turbo-Macrocannon Broadside TN 108 [roll1] against the closest destroyer
1 degree of success: [roll2], [roll3]
2 degrees of success: [roll4], [roll5]
3 degrees of success: [roll6], [roll7]
4 degrees of success: [roll8], [roll9]
5 degrees of success: Critical: [roll10]
Ten degrees of success doing a whole lot of damage and setting fire to the laser batteries.

Prow: Best-Craftsmanship Stygies Turbo-Bombardment Cannons TN 113 [roll11] against the second closest destroyer
1 degrees of success: [roll12], critical: [roll13]
2 degrees of success: [roll14]
3 degrees of success: [roll15]
4 degrees of success: [roll16]
Four degrees of success meaning that the sensors have been damaged. And some damage has been done.

Dorsal: Best-Craftsmanship Stygies Turbo-Bombardment Cannons TN 108 [roll17] against the third closest destroyer
1 degrees of success: [roll18], critical: [roll19]
2 degrees of success: [roll20]
3 degrees of success: [roll21]
4 degrees of success: [roll22]
Seven degrees of succes meaning that the thrusters are damaged and some damage is done.

Raunchel

2014-07-17, 09:51 AM

After she returns to the bridge from being armed for battle Livilla watches the closing fleets. To her starboard side she sees the soaring Redemption and to her port side the Scathing Retort races to get to grips with the enemy. The Nova Cannon was expected, but still quite a shock to her. Such enormous force. She is truly happy for the strength of her shields. The Demeter might not have truly deserved the name of a battleship, but she proves again that the ship can stand up against anything a lighter ship can throw at it. Only a true battleship would be able to hurt her one on one. But she isn’t dueling one enemy voidship, she is engaging a whole fleet. She sees the Redemption’s fire arcing over the destroyers, covering them in explosions. There will be some relative safety from that side then. But in front of her, the enemy cruisers and a third escort carrier. To properly strike the enemy fleet she will have to first take the void patrol out of action, and then the bombers will have free reign.

"Launch both prepared wings of fighters, they are to engage and destroy the enemy combat void patrol to clear the way for our bomber waves. Replace the prepared bombers with the torpedo bombers. They are to launch immediately and head to these coordinates. They will launch their torpedoes at the enemy capital ships. I want to see them light up like great bonfire for the Emperor."

She then turns to her skipper: "Bring us closer to the enemy if you please. And maintain current evasive action."

The Demeter will move forwards another 11 VU, ending up in AN13. She now has a turret rating of 4 and more importantly, she deploys defensive countermeasures which last for [roll0] turns. The ship keeps moving evasively, but not it is done by the skipper: [roll1] TN 93. Livilla will give him the +10 bonus from Exceptional Leader, leading to the 83.

The enemy has not yet deployed countermeasures, and they do not have flak turrets so they will have a turret rating of 2. For turrets only the crew rating is used, so this attack will be relatively save from turret interference.

Simangele will Aid the Machine Spirit [roll2] TN 70. This will be used to increase maneuverability and hopefully will keep the Demeter from being hit.

All command tests to prepare attack craft are automatically passed. The twelve fighter squadrons set out to attack the combat void patrol. They will destroy the CPV’s or at least keep them busy to stop them from intervening. Livilla will command them from the bridge:
Opposed command test for wing one(going after the Mars CVP): [roll3] TN 137.
Opposed command test for wing two(going after the Dictator CVP): [roll4] TN 137.

And the torpedo bombers move out as well. Half the wing goes to AQ9 from where they will launch nine seeking melta-torpedoes at the Mars.
For critical hits, the priority in the lists goes to damaged, then fire and finally depressurization. I have added in a priority list for each ship under the attacks to save all that time later on, especially because I will not be able to come online for the rest of the day soon.

Wave 1: Consisting of four torpedoes: To hit: [roll5] TN 90
Torpedo 1: Damage: [roll6][roll7]13+15=28 (re-rolls if necessary: [roll8][roll9]) A fire doing [roll10] Morale and [roll11] crew damage. If a nine or a ten is rolled, there is a critical hit: [roll12] NO CRIT
Torpedo 2: Damage: [roll13][roll14]10+15=25(re-rolls if necessary: [roll15][roll16]) A fire doing [roll17] Morale and [roll18] crew damage. If a nine or a ten is rolled, there is a critical hit: [roll19] NO CRIT
Torpedo 3: Damage: [roll20][roll21]14+15=29(re-rolls if necessary: [roll22][roll23]) A fire doing [roll24] Morale and [roll25] crew damage. If a nine or a ten is rolled, there is a critical hit: [roll26] NO CRIT
Torpedo 4: Damage: [roll27][roll28]17+15=32(re-rolls if necessary: [roll29][roll30]) A fire doing [roll31] Morale and [roll32] crew damage. If a nine or a ten is rolled, there is a critical hit: [roll33] Sensors damaged.

Wave 2: Consisting of five torpedoes: To hit: [roll34] TN 90
Torpedo 5: Damage: [roll35][roll36]11+15=26(re-rolls if necessary: [roll37][roll38]) A fire doing [roll39] Morale and [roll40] crew damage. If a nine or a ten is rolled, there is a critical hit: [roll41] NO CRIT
Torpedo 6: Damage: [roll42][roll43]14+15=29(re-rolls if necessary: [roll44][roll45]) A fire doing [roll46] Morale and [roll47] crew damage. If a nine or a ten is rolled, there is a critical hit: [roll48] Sensors damaged(again)
Torpedo 7: Damage: [roll49][roll50]10+15=25(re-rolls if necessary: [roll51][roll52]) A fire doing [roll53] Morale and [roll54] crew damage. If a nine or a ten is rolled, there is a critical hit: [roll55] Holed
Torpedo 8: Damage: [roll56][roll57]8+15=23(re-rolls if necessary: [roll58][roll59]) A fire doing [roll60] Morale and [roll61] crew damage. If a nine or a ten is rolled, there is a critical hit: [roll62] NO CRIT
Torpedo 9: Damage: [roll63][roll64]15+15=30(re-rolls if necessary: [roll65][roll66]) A fire doing [roll67] Morale and [roll68] crew damage. If a nine or a ten is rolled, there is a critical hit: [roll69] Component Damaged
The order for the criticals will be:
1: starboard launch bays
2: port launch bays
3: Nova Cannon
4: dorsal lances
5: port batteries
6: starboard batteries
7: Shield Generators
8: Countermeasure pods
9: Auger arrays
10: Barracks
11: Xeno Habitats
12: Life sustainer
13: crew quarters
14: warp engines

The second half wing goes to AQ16 and launches torpedoes from there.
Wave 1: Consisting of four torpedoes: To hit: [roll70] TN 90
Torpedo 1: Damage: [roll71][roll72]10+15=25(re-rolls if necessary: [roll73][roll74]) A fire doing [roll75] Morale and [roll76] crew damage. If a nine or a ten is rolled, there is a critical hit: [roll77] NO CRIT
Torpedo 2: Damage: [roll78][roll79]14+15=29(re-rolls if necessary: [roll80][roll81]) A fire doing [roll82] Morale and [roll83] crew damage. If a nine or a ten is rolled, there is a critical hit: [roll84] Sensors Damaged
Torpedo 3: Damage: [roll85][roll86]16+15=31(re-rolls if necessary: [roll87][roll88]) A fire doing [roll89] Morale and [roll90] crew damage. If a nine or a ten is rolled, there is a critical hit: [roll91] Sensors Damaged
Torpedo 4: Damage: [roll92][roll93]12+15=27(re-rolls if necessary: [roll94][roll95]) A fire doing [roll96] Morale and [roll97] crew damage. If a nine or a ten is rolled, there is a critical hit: [roll98] NO CRIT

Wave 2: Consisting of five torpedoes: To hit: [roll99] TN 90
Torpedo 5: TN 90. Damage: [roll100][roll101]9+15=24(re-rolls if necessary: [roll102][roll103]) A fire doing [roll104] Morale and [roll105] crew damage. If a nine or a ten is rolled, there is a critical hit: [roll106] NO CRIT
Torpedo 6: TN 90. Damage: [roll107][roll108]11+15=26(re-rolls if necessary: [roll109][roll110]) A fire doing [roll111] Morale and [roll112] crew damage. If a nine or a ten is rolled, there is a critical hit: [roll113] NO CRIT
Torpedo 7: TN 90. Damage: [roll114][roll115]11+15=26(re-rolls if necessary: [roll116][roll117]) A fire doing [roll118] Morale and [roll119] crew damage. If a nine or a ten is rolled, there is a critical hit: [roll120] Holed
Torpedo 8: TN 90. Damage: [roll121][roll122]7+15=22(re-rolls if necessary: [roll123][roll124]) A fire doing [roll125] Morale and [roll126] crew damage. If a nine or a ten is rolled, there is a critical hit: [roll127] NO CRIT
Torpedo 9: TN 90. Damage: [roll128][roll129]11+15=26(re-rolls if necessary: [roll130][roll131]) A fire doing [roll132] Morale and [roll133] crew damage. If a nine or a ten is rolled, there is a critical hit: [roll134] Holed
The order for the criticals will be:
1: starboard launch bays
2: port launch bays
3: Munitorium
4: Prow Bombardment Cannons
5: port batteries
6: starboard batteries
7: Shield Generators
8: Barracks
9: Auger arrays
10: Medicae Bay
11: Warp Engine
12: Crew Quarters
13: Life Sustainer
14: Temple Shrine

Any torpedoes that miss the Dictator will instead attack the transport behind it:
Wave 1: Consisting of four minus a few hopefully torpedoes: To hit: [roll135] TN 90
Torpedo 1: TN 90. Damage: [roll136][roll137]+15=(re-rolls if necessary: [roll138][roll139]) A fire doing [roll140] Morale and [roll141] crew damage. If a nine or a ten is rolled, there is a critical hit: [roll142]
Torpedo 2: TN 90. Damage: [roll143][roll144]+15=(re-rolls if necessary: [roll145][roll146]) A fire doing [roll147] Morale and [roll148] crew damage. If a nine or a ten is rolled, there is a critical hit: [roll149]
Torpedo 3: TN 90. Damage: [roll150][roll151]+15=(re-rolls if necessary: [roll152][roll153]) A fire doing [roll154] Morale and [roll155] crew damage. If a nine or a ten is rolled, there is a critical hit: [roll156]
Torpedo 4: TN 90. Damage: [roll157][roll158]+15=(re-rolls if necessary: [roll159][roll160]) A fire doing [roll161] Morale and [roll162] crew damage. If a nine or a ten is rolled, there is a critical hit: [roll163]

Wave 2: Consisting of five minus a few hopefully torpedoes: To hit: [roll164] TN 90
Torpedo 5: TN 90. Damage: [roll165][roll166]+15=(re-rolls if necessary: [roll167][roll168]) A fire doing [roll169] Morale and [roll170] crew damage. If a nine or a ten is rolled, there is a critical hit: [roll171]
Torpedo 6: TN 90. Damage: [roll172][roll173]+15=(re-rolls if necessary: [roll174][roll175]) A fire doing [roll176] Morale and [roll177] crew damage. If a nine or a ten is rolled, there is a critical hit: [roll178]
Torpedo 7: TN 90. Damage: [roll179][roll180]+15=(re-rolls if necessary: [roll181][roll182]) A fire doing [roll183] Morale and [roll184] crew damage. If a nine or a ten is rolled, there is a critical hit: [roll185]
Torpedo 8: TN 90. Damage: [roll186][roll187]+15=(re-rolls if necessary: [roll188][roll189]) A fire doing [roll190] Morale and [roll191] crew damage. If a nine or a ten is rolled, there is a critical hit: [roll192]
Torpedo 9: TN 90. Damage: [roll193][roll194]+15=(re-rolls if necessary: [roll195][roll196]) A fire doing [roll197] Morale and [roll198] crew damage. If a nine or a ten is rolled, there is a critical hit: [roll199]
Critical list:
1: Hold landing bay
2: Prow Torpedoes
3: Dorsal cannons
4: Shield generators
5: Barracks
6: Life sustainer
7: voidsman quarters
8: auger arrays
9: warp engine
10: Gellar field
11: Is there anything left?

I want the void patrol eliminated before the real fighting starts. And I hope for some good command rolls here, not like in my boarding attempt. The torpedoes should properly disable the capital ships, even a few hits will do some damage, especially when the fires start burning. That should stop at least some of their offensive actions. The critical lists are longer than I will need, but sometimes I try to be optimistic about what will happen.

Basically the whole part about hitting the transport won't be needed as the torpedoes all hit their initial targets. And my crew really seems to like taking down sensors and punching little holes. Now I just have to hope that the turrets won't bring too many torpedoes down.

Breadstick

2014-07-17, 10:23 AM

The magos backed away. His gun would take some time to recharge before he could try to help again. He wanted to escape the coming carnage safely.

Commodore Solanum however was manouvering his ships to be away from the Hermes when it would be destroyed.

The Repulse and her escorts turn to port(90 degrees) and the Repulse tried to increase her speed by Adjust Speed: [roll0]tn69.

The Resistance follows the Demeter and opens fire with her long-range laser batteries. She aims at the nearest remaining destroyer and hopes to inflict greater damage on her to force her from the fight.

I attack the remaining destroyers because it looks like most of the squadron has already been destroyed or very badly damaged and I want to get a kill.
Lock on the first sunsear batter: [roll1]tn65
Sunsear: [roll2]tn50
Damage: [roll3]
Damage: [roll4]
Damage: [roll5]
Damage: [roll6]

Sunsear: [roll7]tn50
Damage: [roll8]
Damage: [roll9]
Damage: [roll10]
Damage: [roll11]

Toxic Mind

2014-07-17, 12:26 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/150x100q90/819/dqwyo.jpg Corlis Vahn

True to his prior commands, Corlis makes the Talon first. His all-out rush has purpose, however, as the doors open and he slams into the ship, taking the pilot's seat. Now with Corlis behind the controls and the machine spirit assisting, he turns the guns on those pinning down the 5th. The assault cannons open up on the massive abomination even as another missile streaks from the Stormraven, slamming into it. One left. ++We have a bomb incoming. Do not tarry++ Corlis says over the vox, broadcasting to all the troops of the 5th and his Kill-Team.

Bloodstrike Missile - Tank [roll0] TN 90
[roll1] PEN 16

Twin Linked assault cannon - Tank [roll2] TN 103

Pen 6
[roll3] [roll4]
[roll5] [roll6]
[roll7] [roll8]
[roll9] [roll10]
[roll11] [roll12]

Twin linked heavy bolter Horde 1 [roll13] TN 110
1 Magnitude per hit (max 6), +1 if > 2 DoS, +1 Explosive

Squad Mode: Yes
Cohesion:5/12
Tactical Spacing: Yes
Sustained: Yes

http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/280574/apothecary.jpg Jerza Gordian

Jerza sees the psyker turning, yet with the cultists here broken, he needs only occupy the witch long enough for the guards and the navigator to reach the Talon. Pulling the Relic Blade from its sheath in the Melta-Officer's chest, he reverses the grip on the blade and swings it in a massive arc directly at the Warlock. Jerza did not begrudge Corlis his early exit, knowing that the other Marine's skilled hands on the weapons would likely save far more lives than his Relic Blade. Yet even in combat, Jerza hears the Lady-Captain's worries. ++Patch me through to this fool's comms.++ he says to the officer aboard the Demeter. ++Unidentified Rogue Trader, this is Apothecary-Keeper Gordian of the Deathwatch. You are interfering with the solemn business of the Inquisition and the Emperor's Chosen. By the authority given to me by the Holy Inquisition and the Deathwatch, you are ordered to withdraw. If you do so now, we will overlook this as an unfortunate misunderstanding.++

[roll14] vs 83 (10 Hatred+10 Ganging Up (5th Lt (i think) )

Damage:
[roll15]
Pen: 9

Jerza: 1/23
Corlis: 10/25

Wyndeward

2014-07-17, 11:05 PM

Brother Mattias works to stay in the wake of the three Astartes, making his way back to the Storm Talon.

DrK

2014-07-18, 10:24 AM

The battle for the launch bay heats up as the marines burst out into the scene, Brother Rikkard flying on plumes of fire dropping grenades that scythe through the fleeing cultists. The 5th troops fall back towards their landing craft as the hulking Corlis hurtles into the StormRaven with a great rush, missiles, bolters and assault cannons targetting the massive armoured behemoth. The missile slamming into a track leaving a trickle or oily ichor but the assault cannon rounds bouncing off the massively armoured superstructure. The heavy bolter shattering the horde atop the monster's back! Behind him Corlis corners the psyker, the vile warlock parrying the Sgt's chainsword but unable to dodge the massive blow of the relic blade that stood taller than the vile creature. With a savage blow the blade sheared throuth the psyker's neck, the head rolling across the deck before coming to rest with facing Jezra, the blood splattered Keeper the last sight the psyker would ever know.

The enemy continue to blast and shoot the 5th foot, the 1st and 2nd platoon now reduced to a handful of men as the 3rd platoon guards the 3 remaining intact shark landers and the 4th platoon stands by Jezra at the doorway laying down cover fire to cover the Astartes extraction. Behind Jezra the House Navis guards race up the corridor, crouching amidst the mass of 4th platoon ready to cross the killing ground when Corlis brings the Stormraven closer. Brother Matthias joining them and waiting also to cross the deadly ground that is littered with hundreds of black and white uniformed bodies from both sides. Seeing the marines they attract some of the enemy fire! The Stormlord's daemonic soul objecting to being hit as it targets the StormRaven for annihilation!

All Pen 3
Brother Matthias a stray round or 2...
Full auto [roll0] TN 62
[roll1][roll2][roll3][roll4][roll5]
Jezra
Full auto [roll6] TN 82
[roll7][roll8][roll9][roll10][roll11]
Rikkard
Full auto [roll12] TN 82
[roll13][roll14][roll15][roll16][roll]2d10+3[/roll

Rikkard gets peppered, Jezra and Mathias get missed

Stormlord!
- Lascannons Vs the StormRaven
[roll17] TN ~ 70 dam [roll18]+10
[roll19] TN ~ 70 dam [roll20]+10
- Vulcan Megabolter shared between the Raven and 3rd Platoon [roll21] TN ~100
Damage if < 80 4 hits on stormraven, if <50 then 8, PEN 6
[roll22]+5 [roll23]+5 [roll24]+5 [roll25]+5
[roll26]+5 [roll27]+5 [roll28]+5 [roll29]+5

EDIT:
StormRavve
- Lascannons do 7 + 1 structraul damage ( though a pilot check can be made to dodge one)
- Megabolter's 8 hits! do nothing but really trash the paintbwork

In the void! The bomber continues to race towards the Hermes, the red robed Magos starting the arming sequence on the ancient device as he pours sanctified oils upon it wishing speedy death to all the foes of the Omnissah.

The battle between the fleets becomes messy! The two frigates break formation, the Scathing Retort streaking through the enemy escort screen to engage the Mars Battlecruiser, the sunsear batteries hammering at the shields until a rupture is formed before the titanforge lance fires, the lights dimming aboard the Retort for a second from the power output. THe lance punches a large hole in the flank of the enemy cruiser. The Symmetry performs well. even though the enemy frigate plots an evasive course through the laser battery fire the lance manages to find a weak point in the shields punching through and knocking out one of the enemy sunsear batteries. The Resistance follows the others in her own batteries blazing but the long range coupled with the enemy destroyers nimble ships allows means no damaging hits are scored. As the Redemption races to join the others the Demeter races forward still diverting massed power to the plasma drives. As she flies she corkscrews crazily about her axis launching a great wave of fighters and heavily laden torpedo bombers. The fighters streak towards the enemy cruisers as the 2nd and 1st fighter wings engage the enemy Combat Void Patrols. Massively outnumbered and with the tactical acumen aboard the Demeter the enemy squadrons are shattered with only minor damage to a handful of Demeter craft. The torpedo bombes go next, all 18 of them launching the heavy melta warheads at the enemy capital ships. The torpedoes rocket in on plumes of fire and only the point defence turrets can stop them. The battlecruiser is hit 4 times, staggering under the impact as flames and explosions leap down the hull. The dictator doesn't fare much better 3 torpedoes reaching her and setting her aflame.

The enemy fleet is quick to respond as flames are extinguished by automated systems aboard the cruisers. The damage still remaining however. The enemy transport responds rapidly and in fury. Gliding forward before coming about to face the flanks of the Retort. The macrocannons on the dorsal plating begin to fire at the nimble frigate before a pair of torpedoes launch towards the frigate as well. Aboard the bridge of the Retort the scream of "Vampire, Vampire" goes up as the multi laser and megabolter turrets are cycled around, the defensive pods streaming hundreds of tonnes of reflective sensor scattering dust into space. Finally the hold doors open releasing a great swarm of old lightning interceptors that streak after the retreating torpedo bombers like swarm of angry dragonflies.

The countermeasures trailing after the Retort save it, the shells exploding in the clouds of scrap metal and the torpedoes going wild chasing decoys. The ungainly torpedo bombers are lucky, as the enemy fighters vector in the CVP from the Demeter swoop in on plumes of las and autocannon rounds clearing the void from enemy fighters.

Move and turn
Lock on Retort [roll30] TN 50
Macrocannon on Retort [roll31] TN 60-20+lock on
[roll32] [roll33] [roll34] if 5 DoS then crit [roll35]
Torpedo on Retort [roll36] TN 60 +20 -30 = 50, Turrets [roll37] TN ?
[roll38] [roll39] (and rerolls if needed [roll40])
Fighters VS Bombers
[roll41] TN 57 fighters Vs [roll42] TN 72 bombers

the pair of frigates move forward seeking to flank the Solanum fleet. The damaged one busy as she rapidly begins the repair the damage done to the laser batteries. The second swinging around to target the Resistance, the void exploding in fire and explosions around the nimble Orion Clipper. The clipper savaged by the deadly accurate fire as she is decimated with heavy fire from both frigates. THer shield generators punctured and dozens of servitors sucked into space and thrusters damage as the ship is raked from end with fire.

Move and turn

Frigate 1
Repair (rolled in OOC)
Lock on Resistance [roll43] TN 65
Fire Sunsear [roll44] TN 70 + lock on
[roll45][roll46][roll47][roll48]
Crit if 4 DoS [roll49]

Frigate 2
Lock on Resistance [roll50] TN 65
Fire Sunsear [roll51] TN 70 + lock on
[roll52][roll53][roll54][roll55]
Crit if 4 DoS [roll56]

Fire Sunsear [roll57] TN 70
[roll58][roll59][roll60][roll61]
Crit if 4 DoS [roll62]

The destroyer squadron call out full speed ahead as they move to intercept the Redemption, engines flaring as they streak towards her, firing computers calculating routes and attack vectors converging as they open fire in a great plume of melta shells and laser battery fire. Save for the destroyer on the edge of the formation that uses it long ranged laser turrets to strafe the distant Repulse. The conveyer too tempting a target not to engage! The shields and armour of the massive Secuter prove too thick. Even as the melta cannon shots and sunsears smash into the ship and hammer the shields only a single lucky shot is able to damage one of the ventral thrusters.
The Repulse at the edge of the range for the destroyer gets nothing more than a gentle surprise, void shields sparking and glittering in the voids as they absorb the energy harmlessly.

All did full ahead for an extra 6-8 squares of movement
All lock on Melta cannons on the Redemption [roll63] TN 60
Melta cannon 1 [roll64] TN 65 + LO [roll65][roll66][roll67] if 4 DoS then FIRE!
Melta cannon 2 [roll68] TN 65 + LO [roll69][roll70][roll71] if 4 DoS then FIRE!
Melta cannon 3 [roll72] TN 65 + LO [roll73][roll74][roll75] if 4 DoS then FIRE!

Sunsear 2 [roll76] TN 65 [roll77][roll78][roll79][roll80] if 4 DoS then [roll81]
Sunsear 3 [roll82] TN 65 [roll83][roll84][roll85][roll86] if 4 DoS then [roll87]

Vs Repulse
Sunsear 1 [roll88] TN 55 [roll89][roll90][roll91][roll92] if 4 DoS then [roll93]

The two cruisers lumber forward trailing venting plasma and a trail of debris as both move to bracket the Demeter, both activating their own defensive systems to launch great clouds of ECM and chaff and decoys out into the void. Neither able to launch fighters with the flames still burning inside their launch bays. The massive Mar's cruiser is the first to fire. The plasma broadside lighting up the void as it tries to blot the Fearful Symmetry from space. From the other side the macrocannon broadsides and the bombardment cannons hammer into the Demeter with shield crashing force

The Fearful Symmetry is hammered brutally taking the entire brunt of the broadside. Shields rupturing, compartments exploding and the turrets along the top side of the vessel smashed and melted. The Dememter fares better, the pilot avoiding the worst of the damage and the shields holding up well until the bombardment cannon fires, a rhino sized lump of asteroid slamming into the engines in a great explosion that damages reactors 1 and 2 slowing her considerably...

Mars...
Lock on (broadside) [roll94] TN 75
Disinformation [roll95] TN 70
Fire broadside [roll96] TN 95 +LO = ?? (and re-roll if > 75 [roll97])
Hit 1 [roll98] storm extra hit [roll99]
Hit 2 [roll100] storm extra hit [roll101]
Hit 3 [roll102] storm extra hit [roll103]
Hit 4 [roll104] storm extra hit [roll105] Also Crit [roll106]

Dictator

Lock on (bombardment) [roll107] TN 80 (+10)
Lock on (macrocannons) [roll108] TN 80 (+20)
Navigator Stack the deck [roll109] TN 65 (if so give +30 to bombard)
Stygis Macrcannons [roll110] 80 + 10 -60 = 30 (PEN3)
[roll111][roll112][roll113]
Bombardment [roll114] TN 80 + 10 LO +30 STD+ 10EL-60 = 70 (re-roll if needed)
[roll115] crit [roll116]
[roll117]
[roll118]
[roll119]

http://i830.photobucket.com/albums/zz225/KHolbourn/Endround2.png
-- not updated for enemy firing

Resistance 19 hull/crew/morale Thruster crit, Holed shield generator + additional 7 crew / 4 morale from depressure hole
Redemption 1 hull/crew/morale and Thruster Crit
Fearless Symmetry 10 hull/crew/morale macrocannons and lance Damaged
Demeter 1 hull/crew/morale Engines Crippled

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-18, 12:14 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard
Wounds: 18/23
Fate Points: 5/6

Brother-Chaplain Rikkard stood as rounds from the tank hit him, but managed only to produce a few ricochet sounds off of his armor and a sparking hiss from his rosarius field. "You heretics in your shrieking metal boxes..." the Chaplain growled in disdain as he took to the air, moving on plumes of roaring jet exhaust into the main cargo area where he headed straight for the enemy tank! After the Stormraven blasted it, Rikkard dropped down on its back with a mighty roar! His crozius, power field lighting the area like a flare, came down hard on the tank armor, ripping into it. The Chaplain fully intended to carve his way in one end, butcher everything inside, and smash his way out the other side, leaving a ruined husk in his wake! "IN THE EMPEROR'S NAME! DIE!!" his booming vox-amplified voice thundered across the bay.

Dodge if Needed TN 57: [roll0]
Rosarius Test if Needed TN 50: [roll1]

Free Action Ready Weapon, Free Action Switch Crozius Profile to Power Fist w/ Master of Blades, Full Action Charge Tank TN 107: [roll2] (It still hits! LoL)
Base WS 77
Charge +10
Hatred +10
Scourge of Heretics +10

Power Fist/Crozius 2d10E+22, Pen 9
Crushing Blow +2 Damage
Scourge of Heretics +2 Damage
Damage: [roll3]

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http://imageshack.com/a/img853/6567/crp6w.jpg Captain Solomon Graves

"Bring us about!" Captain Graves shouted. Their boost had worked splendidly, as had their luck in avoiding reprisal for their strikes on the cruiser, but it seemed that they'd nearly overshot the battle in the process! They needed to make a rather tight turn to bring Scathing Retort's weapons back to bear. "Sir, we burned her too hard! Can't make the full one-eighty!" the helmsman reported with a frown. Sol matched the expression. "Fine, give me a lock on that transport. I want it removed from my sky! Then finish our turn. Symmetry is taking a beating out there!" he ordered as the ship's targeting augur's grabbed onto the lingering ship and focused. Some may have decried his actions as classless, considering the transport was a non-combatant, but really there were no non-combatants in this kind of void-war. It probably had something valuable on it that Sol could deprive the traitor commander of. Warp, they might even be able to salvage something from the wreckage when it was all over.

Scathing Retort fired as she bore down on the transport ship, filling the intervening space with blinding spears of light and armor-piercing solid shot, trying to cripple or destroy the boxy enemy vessel.

Meanwhile, the bruised and battered Fearful Symmetry reeled from the pounding it had just taken. Fortunately, the enemy frigates had sensed more tempting prey, but the cruiser had decided to take out its frustrations on Scathing Retort's sister ship, damaging her severely. Her Captain, Lucrezia Harcourt, was a veteran commander, however, and emergency repairs were already being affected. Symmetry's plasma drives lit up, bringing it straight forward toward the same transport her sister-ship was attacking so that the two could link back up into a fighting unit, turning the opposite way, port, to pass underneath Retort. Both would make a further turn when they were able to face back toward the main battle, but even frigates were slow and ponderous in comparison to some smaller craft.

Moving Half Speed value. (4)
Scathing Retort Adjust Speed & Bearing, Pilot+Maneuver TN 71: [roll4] (Decrease speed and turn earlier both by 1VU.)
Scathing Retort Prow Lance Strike TN 85: [roll5]
Scathing Retort Macrocannon Barrage TN 100: [roll6]
Damage will be rolled in OOC and linked to here (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=17790353&postcount=323).

Raunchel

2014-07-18, 02:17 PM

Livilla smiles when she sees the damage that is inflicted on the enemy capital ships. But they are not yet done for and the fires that roar now will die again. And then they will strike back. She has taken a risk to move into the center of the enemy fleet, but it might still pay off. This is her first fleet engagement, and she is desperate to show that the Solanum name still stands for victory in the Emperor’s name and loyalty. She turns her head to see the other motivating force, Simangele, standing behind her, watching the many controls.

"Prepare three bomber wings for immediate action. They are to engage the battlecruiser. I want her reduced to a wreck. Recover the previous wave, and rearm six of the fighters along with twelve more bombers for a third strike. This enemy will be utterly destroyed."

The Demeter turns to port and channels the power for the speed burst back to the thrusters and warp engine. She will again move evasively: [roll0] TN 98. She moves half speed, turning at the end of the move.
A new strike is readied while the fighters are recovered. Eighteen bombers will move out immediately. They will hit the Battlecruiser now it’s temporarily damaged. Livilla commands the first strike, which will consist of four bombers. So, first the command check: [roll1] TN 132. If a critical hit is achieved: [roll2]
Maximum seven hits:
1: [roll3]
2: [roll4]
3: [roll5]
4: [roll6]
5: [roll7]
6: [roll8]
7: [roll9]

Simangele will lead the second wave of five bombers(safely from the bridge of course), command [roll10] TN 122. If a critical hit is achieved: [roll11]
Maximum eight hits:
1: [roll12]
2: [roll13]
3: [roll14]
4: [roll15]
5: [roll16]
6: [roll17]
7: [roll18]
8: [roll19]

One bridge officer will lead the third strike of nine, with +10 from Exceptional Leader: [roll20] TN 117. If a crit is scored: [roll21]
Maximum twelve hits:
1: [roll22]
2: [roll23]
3: [roll24]
4: [roll25]
5: [roll26]
6: [roll27]
7: [roll28]
8: [roll29]
9: [roll30]
10: [roll31]
11: [roll32]
12: [roll33]

The fighter and torpedo bomber wings are recovered.

Toxic Mind

2014-07-18, 02:37 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/150x100q90/819/dqwyo.jpg Corlis Vahn

Corlis moves the ship towards the lift tubes, giving the Navigator a better chance to run, the vessel skimming along inside the bay. The massive assault cannons open up on the remaining Chaos hordes, covering the retreat of the 5th to their transport ships. The Heavy Bolters do the same, spraying carnage and death across the landing bay. Another missile, the last the Stormraven has to offer, streaks across the bay towards the massive tank abomination, striking just ahead of the Chaplain's heroic jump. ++Move now or be left behind, Navigator!++ Corlis shouts over the vox. Alarms blare across the cocpit as the Talon takes fire from the tank. But the sturdy craft holds, having taken far worse punishment before.

Bloodstrike Missile - Tank [roll0] TN 90
[roll1] PEN 16

Twin Linked assault cannon - Horde[roll2] TN 110
1 Magnitude per hit (max 10), +1 if > 2 DoS, +1 Explosive

Twin linked heavy bolter Horde 1 [roll3] TN 110
1 Magnitude per hit (max 6), +1 if > 2 DoS, +1 Explosive

[roll4] vs 51

Squad Mode: Yes
Cohesion:5/12
Tactical Spacing: Yes
Sustained: Yes

http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/280574/apothecary.jpg Jerza Gordian

Jerza receives no response from the vox for his efforts. ++Lady-Captain Sollanum. I have attempted to contact the other Rogue Trader and been ignored for my efforts. As a representative of the Holy Inquisition and the Deathwatch, I hereby declare his warrant is now null and void, and the forfeit of any rights pertaining to it. You are authorized to use any and all means to see this traitor brought to justice. Suffer not the Heretic to live, Lady-Captain. We will be with you shortly.++ Jerza cuts the vox as rounds pepper the ground around him. Both officers dead, and the horde broken, Jerza now sprints for the ship. Corlis is adept with the weapons, but the piloting is the Apothecary's forte. As he boards, Corlis is already moving, allowing the more experienced pilot to take the controls.

Jerza is now aboard the Stormraven, and will be piloting it.

Jerza: 1/23
Corlis: 10/25
Stormraven SI: 24/35

Hyrule

2014-07-18, 02:41 PM

Dospe was eager to fire his guns on the ememy. The flagship was already amongst them while he still was waiting to get into range. He gave the order: “Move us faster! And prepare to fire the main guns.”

Pilot: Adjust speed TN 65: [roll0] to slow down. It moves at half speed, so one DOS makes me stand still. Moving 1 will still let me fire the prow weapons.
The flak turrets are deactivated
Orvar: Lock On Prow Bombardment Cannons TN 90: [roll1].
Crew: Lock On Starboard broadside TN 80: [roll2]
Crew: Lock On Portbroadside TN 80: [roll3]
Crew: Lock On Dorsal Bombardment Cannons TN 80: [roll4]
Hector: Fire all weapons.
Starboard Best-Craftsmanship Mars Turbo-Macrocannon Broadside TN 108 [roll5] against Destroyer right
1 degree of success: [roll6], [roll7]
2 degrees of success: [roll8], [roll9]
3 degrees of success: [roll10], [roll11]
4 degrees of success: [roll12], [roll13]
5 degrees of success: Critical: [roll14]

Port Best-Craftsmanship Mars Turbo-Macrocannon Broadside TN 108 [roll15] against Destroyer Left
1 degree of success: [roll16], [roll17]
2 degrees of success: [roll18], [roll19]
3 degrees of success: [roll20], [roll21]
4 degrees of success: [roll22], [roll23]
5 degrees of success: Critical: [roll24]

Prow: Best-Craftsmanship Stygies Turbo-Bombardment Cannons TN 108 [roll25] against Destroyer middle
1 degrees of success: [roll26], critical: (1d5+1)[3]
2 degrees of success: [roll27]
3 degrees of success: [roll28]
4 degrees of success: [roll29]

Dorsal: Best-Craftsmanship Stygies Turbo-Bombardment Cannons TN 108 [roll30] against Destroyer Right
1 degrees of success: [roll31], critical: (1d5+1)[3]
2 degrees of success: [roll32]
3 degrees of success: [roll33]
4 degrees of success: [roll34]

DrK

2014-07-19, 04:27 AM

Aboard ship....

The chaos in the landing bay continues. Brother Rikards assault on the tank taking many by surprise. The demonic creature revving its engine as a crack appears from the sheer power of Rikkards blow!

The beast spins the turret round, calloused teeth tearing at the Chaplin even as the flamers wash over 3rd platoon taking a heavy toll. The lascannons again firing at the Stormraven as the misdile as asault cannons continue to leave open sores on the corrupted armour plates. The Sgt of 4th platoon howling down the vox Astarte's aboard the raven. Bug out men back to the boats... 4th platoon racing across the open space to a waiting Shark boat. The shattered 1-3 platoons laying down covering fire on the much diminished enemy troops.

Horde 1 vs Rikkard [roll0] TN 62 pen 3
[roll1][roll2][roll3]
Horde 1 vs Rikkard [roll4] TN 62 pen 3
[roll5][roll6][roll7]

Tank natural smash [roll8] TN 70 [roll9] pen 5
Lascannon [roll10] TN 70 [roll11] pen 10
Lascannon [roll12] TN 70 [roll13] pen 10
-- 15 SI damage unless the pilot can dodge... The SI damage is racking up fast
Just doing a quick turn for the assault team as the next void turn has the nuke arrive!

Terminator armour needs a team of serfs and an hour of holy rituals to get into :smallsmile:

Raunchel

2014-07-19, 05:49 AM

The Resistance moves ahead of the capital ship and opens fire on the transport, her captain knows that her guns won't do much good against the capital ships.

The Repulse and her escorts still glide slowly through the void, but now they turn to face the rushing destroyers. The Mobile port doesn't have anything that can reach them, but the two light clippers let their laser batteries speak.

Resistance
The Resistance reboots her shields to stop two hits from frigate 1, saving her 15 damage.

Resistance moves to AK 14.
Crew: Lock on transport: [roll0] TN 70
Crew: Lock on transport: [roll1] TN 70
Crew: Put your backs into it: [roll2] TN 45
Fire both weapons at the transport(I think that they have +1 damage and -1 crit).
To hit: [roll3] TN 55+5=60. And this ladies and gentlemen is what experts call a miss.
Damage 1: [roll4]
Damage 2: [roll5]
Damage 3: [roll6]
Damage 4: [roll7], Critical [roll8]

To hit: [roll9] TN 55+20=75. Two degrees of success. I hope that it will do something, if not, sorry Breadstick.
Damage 1: [roll10]
Damage 2: [roll11]
Damage 3: [roll12]
Damage 4: [roll13], Critical [roll14]

Launch countermeasures: [roll15]

Repulse moves one forwards and then makes a ninety degree turn to starboard. Her escorts make the same speed and turn as well(I don’t think that more pilot tests will be needed for them to remain this slow, otherwise they could never actually keep up with their charge.

The two escorts both are in range and open fire.
Renown
Crew: Lock on [roll16] TN 70
Crew: Lock on [roll17] TN 70
Crew: Put your backs into it: [roll18] TN 45
Fire both weapons at the transport(I think that they have +1 damage and -1 crit).
To hit: [roll19] TN 45+20. One hit to the shields.
Damage 1: [roll20]
Damage 2: [roll21]
Damage 3: [roll22]
Damage 4: [roll23], Critical [roll24]

To hit: [roll25] TN 45+15. And another of my brilliant misses.
Damage 1: [roll26]
Damage 2: [roll27]
Damage 3: [roll28]
Damage 4: [roll29], Critical [roll30]

Launch countermeasures: [roll31]

Resolve
Crew: Lock on [roll32] TN 70
Crew: Lock on [roll33] TN 70
Crew: Put your backs into it: [roll34] TN 45
Fire both weapons at the transport(I think that they have +1 damage and -1 crit).
To hit: [roll35] TN 45+5. One hit, which will come through if they don't have extra shields. These clippers almost have to be a squadron.
Damage 1: [roll36]
Damage 2: [roll37]
Damage 3: [roll38]
Damage 4: [roll39], Critical [roll40]

To hit: [roll41] TN 45, now I know why Demeter is a carrier.
Damage 1: [roll42]
Damage 2: [roll43]
Damage 3: [roll44]
Damage 4: [roll45], Critical [roll46]

Launch countermeasures: [roll47]

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-19, 07:43 AM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard
Wounds: 18/23
Fate Points: 5/6

"I'll give you something to scream about!" the Chaplain promised the corrupted tank and its crew. His crozius rose high into the air again, its power field spilling a blinding, purifying light onto the horde of cultists milling about and getting pulled under the tank's chewing treads. Then it came down with a titanic, hammering BOOM on the tank like the ringing of some horrifying bell, trying to widen that crack into a killing wound. Such was the force that even tank armor buckled and caved under the hatred-fueled strike!

I believe it didn't hit me, so I'm not bothering to roll the defense checks.

Tank TN 117:[/B] [roll0] (3 degrees of success)
Base WS 77
All-Out Attack +20 (Cannot Dodge or Parry until next turn.)
Hatred +10
Scourge of Heretics +10

Power Fist/Crozius 2d10E+(22+2+2), Pen (9+5), Shocking
Crushing Blow +2 Damage
Scourge of Heretics +2 Damage
Hammer Blow +5 Armor Pen
Damage: [roll1]

Raunchel

2014-07-19, 10:38 AM

Meanwhile in the void...

Lieutenant Firona Tibbets of the first special bomber squadron "Silverplated" leads her craft through the void. Instead of the many powerful explosives of an ordinary void bomber she carries only a single weapon in her bombing bay. The weapon is attended and readied by a pair of tech-priests who give the machine spirit final rites before it will do its deadly work. The bomber has been modified for its task, it is well-protected and even carries small force field generators.

Slowly she becomes able to distinguish her target. An old transport, battered and with assault boats abandoning it. She sees the fighters around her, they will soon leave her to her bombing run, the tense moments that she trained long and hard for. She is a veteran of the ordinary bomber squadrons, but this is more. Sergeant Morris calls: "Lieutenant, the bomb is ready for launch."

She looks again at her rapidly approaching target, wondering if they know what she will do to it. She guesses that they have no idea, and that brings a smile to her scarred face. The fighters are gone now, the evacuation is complete. This is it then. She sees a large gash in the hull, she will release the weapon there. Her heart beats faster as she makes the final approach, she is there. "Release, Praise the Emperor!"

And here we go, the bomb is thrown into a gash, bypassing armour. It deals ten hits, each doing 1d10+18 damage. For a total of [roll0] damage. I just had to make a post for this. Such a weapon deserves it.

Toxic Mind

2014-07-19, 03:00 PM

I can only assume that the bomb happens after we all bug out, otherwise we are all dead

http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/280574/apothecary.jpg Jerza Gordian

The Navigator and the Missionary aboard, Jerza shanks the Stormraven to the left, tossing everyone not secured in a harness or mag-booted to the hull across the cargo hold. The strike from the enemy Helltank streaks into the space where the tail of the Stormraven had been only moments ago. Jerza does not apologize, knowing that his quick hands likely saved the life of everyone on-board. The bolters and assault cannnons open up once more on the remaining infantry, as Jerza covers the retreat of the remaining men from the Demeter, decimating the Chaos forces with precise blasts from the powerful weapons.

Squad Mode: Yes
Cohesion:5/12
Tactical Spacing: Yes
Sustained: Yes

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/150x100q90/819/dqwyo.jpg Corlis Vahn

Corlis is not stationary. As the Stormraven swings around, its port bay door opens to reveal the Devastator, standing mag-booted to the interior. He levels his Heavy Bolter at the Tank. The definition of Insanity is attempting the same action and expecting differing results, but Corlis is far from insane. He saw the effect that the Stormraven's guns had on the monstrosity. On his back is a special ammo feed, covered in Litanies of Purity and Retribution, of praises to the Emperor and most importantly, against those who have fallen from his grace. Vengeance Bolts, reserved for killing Chaos Marines and other Astartes fallen to the Ruinous Powers. Corlis' bolter spits holy fire at the tank, the special rounds ripping through armor and into putrefying flesh and warp construct, exploding in ferocious geysers of blood and ichor. ++Brother-Chaplain. There is a bomb coming to cleanse this abomination. Come. Our time here is finished.++ Corlis calls out to Rikkard. Given the option, he would stand with the Chaplain and purge this entire hulk on their own, but a larger battle rages, and they have no time to waste on such pleasures today.

Jerza: 1/23
Corlis: 10/25
Stormraven SI: 24/35

DrK

2014-07-19, 05:03 PM

In the bay...

Corlis and the gunship flay the demon tank. Doing some minor damage on the massive demonic behemoth. Riding atop it the Chaplin delivers a great cracking blow to it before receiving the call from Corlis.

Pursued by a hail of fire from tank and cultists the Chaplin launches himself across the bay crashing into the Storm Raven cramped enclosure beside the navis guards and brother Matthias.

The Storm raven flits and spins around another pair of crackling lascannon blasts before shuddering under the mega bolter fire, cracks appearing on the armoured canopy and holes stitched in the stub wing as the doors seal with a hiss and the Talon zips through the void shield into space.
Behind it 2 sharks spill out, a 3rd staggering before erupting in fire as 2 missiles skam into her. The surviving sharks carrying the few remnants of the 1st of the 5th with her. The sight of dozens of other sharks forming up alongside the Storm Raven a harsh reminder of the cost they have just paid. Almost 2000 soldiers dead and no wounded or bodies to recover.

A glint in the void marks the Silverplated squadron heading in. Nothing but fire and death for the heretics and worse aboard the Hermes. Minutes later there is a flash and a great pulse of fire that shears the transport in half, the shockwaves shaking the retreat troop carriers. Virtually nothing is left of the Hermes as its blown apart....

So just pulled the fight in there in the interest of saving time. You could not have killed over the next 3-4 rounds. And by then you'd likely be dead and nuked from concentrated horde fire.

As the Raven flies back the vox crackles, a strong voice speaking, barely heard over the static interference Keeper Gordian. This is Kilgannon. You have no authority here. Solanum fleet is attempting piracy on one of my vessels that had sent SoS. Please request her cessation of such activities. The vox crackles once more after the shockwave passes. Kilgannon fleet withdrawing in face of overwhelming piracy of Solanum fleet, wilful destruction of property and deployment of forbidden arms...

The speaking would be this void turn. Before the enemy take their actions, you are still 2 turns from reaching the Demeter.

Toxic Mind

2014-07-19, 07:10 PM

http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/280574/apothecary.jpg Jerza Gordian

++Your ship is infected with the taint of the Ruinous Powers, Kilgannon. Unless you claim the right to it because you treat with the same heresy, you must surely understand that it must be cleansed to preserve the sanctity of your fleet. Perhaps once you have made recompense to the Lady Sollanum for the loss of her men in combat with your ships we can discuss the salvage of your ship. You chose to fire on a peer of the Imperium performing her duty at the behest of the Inquisition and the Deathwatch. I have the only authority here.++

Jerza: 1/23
Corlis: 10/25
Stormraven SI: 24/35

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-20, 01:01 AM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard
Wounds: 18/23
Fate Points: 5/6

The Chaplain was the last one into the boat. For a moment, while the Stormraven slewed back and forth spraying the horde with its mounted weapons and Corlis hung out of the side spitting death, that Rikkard stood alone atop the daemon tank surrounded by enemies. His crozius rose and fell in furious precision, breaking the top of the engine open and causing the thing to roar and spin its treads and crush the cultists all around it as it tried to dislodge him. Every now and then a cultist would find a handhold and start climbing his way up, but a single, well-placed bolt shell right between the eyes ended those endeavors rather quickly.

Eventually the insistent voxing from his comrades that he should return finally got through to him. Loathe as he was to abandon a fight before it was finished, he recognized intellectually that all of these filthy creatures would be dead anyway in a few minutes. He triggered his jump pack with a growl, strafing the heretics from the air even as he flew. He crashed into the open hatch in a jumble of black, armored limbs nearly turning Brother Matthias into paste. They were all safe.

Rikkard mag-booted himself to the floor as the explosion passed over them, keeping himself on his feet once he'd regained them. He didn't ooh or ahh or try to find the explosion in the window. Instead, he scornfully ignored its existence -- like it had stolen the right to end every single piece of scum on that boat himself. The Chaplain kept that ever-present demeanor as Jerza began arguing with the other Rogue Trader over the Stormraven's comm system. "Tell that traitor that he'll heave to and face the Emperor's justice or he will be hunted down and flayed alive before he is ended in a less than dignified manner..." he growled.

DrK

2014-07-20, 03:21 AM

The Void

The Hermes explodes with a cataclysmic explosion, the transport and all aboard her ripped apart in the fires of a nuclear inferno as the specially shielded Serpentis Pattten Starhawk buffeted and rocked by the forces but escaping unscathed Lt. Tibbets monitoring the shields and lead panels around the void cockpit to make sure there are no rad breeches. A brief "Silverplate 1 to Dememeter, Target destroyed."

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Back amidst the fleet her sister pilots have a tougher time of it, a great armada of Starhawks shipping out the Demeter's colossal hangar decks forming a swarm of bombers some 180 strong as they vector along 3 different attack angles onto the massive Mars Class Cruiser. Without her CVP she is more vulnerable byt the layers of flak turrets, hydra batteries and laser destructors savage the incoming squadrons as Starhawks explode in the skies diving through the net of point defence. Moments later explosion chase along the Battlecruiser's hull as she lights up in flames from end to end, dorsal turrets shattered, sensor pods shattered and ventral thrusters leaking plasma. Plus the 12000 or so casualties inside the ship as she is holed I numerous places.

The Redemption also shows her teeth as she soars above the enemy destroyers swinging around to port and bringing her guns round to bear on the enemy destroyer. Aboard the dimly lit bridge Hector barking orders to the guns crews as he waits for the perfect shot before a barked "All batteries. Open fire." Sends several hundred tons of ordinance at the enemy destroyer and frigate. The destroyer stands no chance, raked from stern to bow the brutal concentrated fire smashing through her shields before pounding the delicate super superstructure until she comes apart, the small escort shattered by a single massed salvo, the smouldering remains tumbling through the void. The frigate fares little better, her forward sections buckling and rupturing under the onslaught as she loses sensors and is left bling and badly damaged.

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The escorts of the Solanum fleet also move to engage, the two frigates turing to re-engage, the massed laser turrets aboard the Retort strafing the transport before being joined by the batteries aboard the damaged Resistance, the extra shield generators having saved her from further harm. Her sister ships shepherding the Repulse all turn back into the battle releasing countermeasures in great clouds to limit enemy shooting.

The enemy fleet is quick to respond. The ponderous Battlecruiser trailing plasma and venting moves ponderously forward, attack craft pouring from the Mars's holds before a massive rift opens up in front of it as it translates to the warp. The vox crackling aboard the Demeter "This isn't over Livilla, no by a long shot wench"... before the cruiser finishes its translation to the warp. The attack craft leap into the void meeting the heavy CVP from the Demeter in a giant swirling dogfight as the attack formation tries to punch through and repay the favour! This time with Kilganon himself directing the fighter operations the enemy the enemy fighters and bombers create a deadly firebox that savages the squadrons on CVP, Lord Cassini not as experienced in small craft operations as the enemy. The experience shows as the starhawks swoop down on a blind spot on the Demeter, bombs tearing hole in her heart where plasma fire begin to rage!

Launches 2 fighter wings and 4 bomber wings
- Mars = 105 + 15 (fighter+4 bomber) +12 attack craft = 132 [roll0]
- CVP (Navigator 89+10 (2 squadrons) +12 attack craft + 5 = 116 [roll1]

If any survive Bombing Run [roll2] TN 105 + 2 craft + 15 Squadrons = 122 [roll3]
Turrets [roll4] TN 80 )-10 if any fighters survive)
Damages [roll5] [roll6] [roll7] [roll8] [roll9] [roll10] Crit [roll11]

THe Dictator moves forward slowly, more fighters and bombers streaking from its holds as it sends another bombing raid against the Demeter, the starhawks and furies filled with anger and desire to revenge the other pilots that had been plotted out by the CVP suppression raids launched by the Demeter. As it glides forward the dictator turns further port bringing both Demeter and Redemption into sight of its formidable gun batteries that soon begin to bark and roar.

With no CVP the attack craft swoop down like harpies of the myths. Despite that the flak suppression turrets put up a brave fight, but the furies escorting the bombers take the brunt of the damage, the nimble fighters sacrifing themselves to allow the starhawks to deliver their deadly payload! The bombs doing some damage but not hitting anything critical as outer compartments burst spilling men into the void. With dark sorcerery the men aboard hear chanting and whispering as dark runes appears on decks before they burst into flames, a launch bay and the countermeasures pods being burnt! Flames consuming men and materials with hungry chaos flames! Even as hellish fire and bombing raids assail the carrier her shields hold firm, absorbing all of the hits from the cruisers macrocanons without buckling. THe Redemption is not as lucky, most of the shields being taken down by the macrocannons before the massive bombardment turrets slam into the secuter smashing thrusters and causing great rifts in the decks.

Launches 2 fighter wings and 4 bomber wings
- Dictator = 92 + 15 (fighter+4 bomber) +12 attack craft +5 bridge = 124[roll12]
- CVP (Navigator 89+10 (2 extra squadrons??) +12 attack craft + 5 = 116 [roll13]

If any survive Bombing Run [roll14] TN 92 + 2 craft + 15 Squadrons + 5 bridge= 114 [roll15]
Turrets [roll16] TN 80 )-10 if any fighters survive)
Damages [roll17] [roll18] [roll19] [roll20] [roll21] [roll22] Crit [roll23]

Warlock Hellish (-60) Focus Test to Flashfire the Demeter [roll24] TN 65
-- Random Fire, +1 Fire per DoS. Random locations

5VU forward turn 45 port

Lock on stygies (Reemption) [roll25] TN 80
Lock on Stygies (demmeter) [roll26] TN 80
Fire Stygies - Redemption [roll27] TN 80 + 15 = 95 (Penetration 3)
-- [roll28][roll29][roll30][roll31] 5DoS crit [roll32]
Fire Stygies - Demeter [roll33] TN 80 + 10 -30 = 60 (Penetration 3)
-- [roll34][roll35][roll36][roll37] 5DoS crit [roll38]
Fire Bombardment (Redemption) TN 80+10EL = 90 (Master of gunnery re-roll [roll39])
-- [roll40] crit [roll41] [roll42][roll43][roll44]
(if location broken then its dorsal cannons)

The shattered frigate, sensors broken and trailing smoke and heavy damage translates to warp in a great crackling ripple in the immaterium. Its sister ship advances towards the Demeter turning to chase dead astern of the pocket carrier. Dorsal sunsears flashing and crackling in the void as the lasers seek a weak point in the battleships countermeasures. The lasers missing wildly or just slamming into the potent void shields.

Frigate 1 - translates to warp
Frigate 2 6 forward and then 90 to port to be dead astern of the Demeter
Lock on sunsear 1 [roll45] TN 65
Lock on sunsear 2 [roll46] TN 65
Navigator stack the deck [roll47] TN 45 to give +25 to battery 1
Sunsear 1 [roll48] TN 70 + LO + STD? - 30 =
[roll49] [roll50] [roll51] [roll52] + crit [roll53]
Sunsear 2 [roll54] TN 70 + LO - 30 =
[roll55] [roll56] [roll57] [roll58] + crit [roll59]

The loss of the destroyer is surprise but the squadron of (now) two burn forward on great plumes of plasma as they streak towards the orions and the massive conveyer at the back of the fleet. Weapons lock onto the Repulse and sunsear's lock on and lasers lance towards the conveyer. The melta cannons luckily out of range! The sunsear battery of one is devastating, gouging chunks out of the hull before setting fires amidst the arcane mysteries of the warp drive!

destroyer 2 Lock on [roll60] TN 60
destroyer 3 Lock on [roll61] TN 60

D2 sunsear on Repulse [roll62] TN 65 +LO =
[roll63] [roll64] [roll65] [roll66] + crit [roll67]

D3 sunsear on Repulse [roll68] TN 65 +LO =
[roll69] [roll70] [roll71] [roll72] + crit [roll73]

The enemy transport powers down its weapons, most of the crew trying to stem the hideous damage suffered from the damaging accurate it took. A tight laser transmission is received aboard the bridge of the Scathing Retort. "This is the Kilgannon transport Lomond to attacking vessels. We surrender. We are crippled and engaged in damage control. Please do not fire. I say again the Lomond is non-combatant. We ahave powered down weapons. Do not fire..." over the panicked and desperate vox message you can hear screaming and gunfire as it some sort of firefight is happening in the background of the Lomond bridge!

Map cannot be until tomorrow. Left the .xls on a different PC

Toxic Mind

2014-07-20, 07:14 AM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/150x100q90/819/dqwyo.jpg Corlis Vahn

++Lady Captain, this is Sergeant Vahn. We are en route to your position and able to assist. I reccommend leaving the Transport intact. Its officers could shed some light on Kilgannon, and possibly lead us to him. This heretic will burn for his crimes, you have my word.++ Corlis turns to his squad mates, and the Missionary. "If we can board that transport and gain actual evidence that Kilgannon treats with the Ruinous Powers, we may be able to send an Astropathic Communication to the Watch Fortress and from there to Holy Terra, which will allow his warrant to be revoked in truth. From there, he is no more than a pirate, with no rights to any safety or succor."

Jerza: 22/23
Corlis: 15/25
Stormraven SI: 24/35
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As it says in my sig, I will be gone for a week, posting intermittent at best. Feel free to hand-wave Jerza and Corlis along to not slow people down. Their stats are all on the Character Sheet thread if they need rolls.

Hyrule

2014-07-21, 09:01 AM

The Redemption moved forwards, bringing most of her batteries to bear against the enemy cruiser. The Space Wolf shouted: “All of you, get to work! We have enemies to hunt and destroy, and once we have crushed them we will feast tonight!”

Pilot: Move faster TN 45: [roll0]. That didn't work. But even then the ship moves two forwards and then turns to starboard and moves another three forwards.

The flak turrets are activated.
Crew: Repair thrusters TN 45: [roll1]. [roll2] turns. Crap.
Crew: Flank Speed TN 55: [roll3]. +2 speed.
Crew: Aid Machine Spirit TN 55: [roll4]. To help Maneuverability. Didn't work.
Orvar: Put your backs into it TN 66: [roll5]. Repairs, then Broadsides, then Bombardment Cannons.
Hector: Fire all weapons:
Starboard Best-Craftsmanship Mars Turbo-Macrocannon Broadside TN 118 [roll6] against the Cruiser. Re-roll if less than five DoS. [roll7]
1 degree of success: [roll8], [roll9]
2 degrees of success: [roll10], [roll11]
3 degrees of success: [roll12], [roll13]
4 degrees of success: [roll14], [roll15]
5 degrees of success: Critical: [roll16] Damaging the warp engines.

Prow: Best-Craftsmanship Stygies Turbo-Bombardment Cannons TN 118 [roll17] against the Cruiser. Re-roll if less than four DoS. [roll18]
1 degrees of success: [roll19], critical: (1d5+1)[3]
2 degrees of success: [roll20]
3 degrees of success: [roll21]
4 degrees of success: [roll22]. Damaging the Sensors.

Dorsal: Best-Craftsmanship Stygies Turbo-Bombardment Cannons TN 118 [roll23] against the Cruiser. Re-roll if less than four DoS. [roll24]
1 degrees of success: [roll25], critical: (1d5+1)[3]
2 degrees of success: [roll26]
3 degrees of success: [roll27]
4 degrees of success: [roll28]. Damaging the Sensors

Port Best-Craftsmanship Mars Turbo-Macrocannon Broadside TN 118 [roll29] against the Frigate. Re-roll if less than five DoS. [roll30]. Not enough move to hit it.
1 degree of success: [roll31], [roll32]
2 degrees of success: [roll33], [roll34]
3 degrees of success: [roll35], [roll36]
4 degrees of success: [roll37], [roll38]
5 degrees of success: Critical: [roll39]. If a component is disabled it will be the warp engine.

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-21, 09:54 AM

http://imageshack.com/a/img853/6567/crp6w.jpg Captain Solomon Graves

I don't know exactly where they are on the map, but roughly both frigates should be on the Dictator's stern and within firing range. So I'm just going to go ahead with that assumption.

"Sir, enemy flagship going to Warp! Transport calling unconditional surrender!" the sensorium station reported as helm pulled Scathing Retort hard over to point her prow back at the main void battle. Fearful Symmetry was doing the same as Retort pulled up on her sister ship's starboard side.

"Give me a lock on the remaining cruiser. Coordinate our attack with Symmetry." Sol said, steepling his fingers in front of his face and looking over them at the ranges and readouts he had crowding the front of his command throne. He didn't have to tell his weapons officer what to target. As they were directly aft of the cruiser, the only thing they could see where the plasma drives anyway.

"Locked on, sir!"

"Fire all weapons." Sol ordered calmly, averting his eyes just slightly as the lance's blinding flash lit up the void once more.

Scathing Retort Turning 90 degrees and moving Half Speed value to catch up with Fearful Symmetry. (4)
Scathing Retort Lock on Target TN 70: [roll0] (+10 BS)
Scathing Retort Prow Lance Strike TN 95: [roll1] (success 0 degrees)
Scathing Retort Macrocannon Barrage TN 100: [roll2] (1 degree)
Damage will be rolled in OOC and linked to here (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=17803406&postcount=155).

Fearful Symmetry turning 90 degrees.
Fearful Symmetry Lock on Target TN 70: [roll3] (+10 BS)
Fearful Symmetry Prow Lance Strike TN 65: [roll4] (MISS)
Fearful Symmetry Macrocannon Barrage TN 70: [roll5] (2 degrees)
Damage will be rolled in OOC and linked to here (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=17803406&postcount=155)

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-21, 10:02 AM

Well, about those rolls, I'm rather...

http://i.imgur.com/Cv1JWrH.gif

Scathing Retort Damage
Macrocannon Hit 1: [roll0]
Macrocannon Hit 2: [roll1]
Lance Hit 1: [roll2]

Fearful Symmetry Damage
Macrocannon Hit 1: [roll3]
Macrocannon Hit 2: [roll4]
Macrocannon Hit 3: [roll5]

Raunchel

2014-07-21, 10:37 AM

The Resistance moves slowly forwards and turns to bring all her guns to bear on the damaged cruiser. It looks hurt and a few more hits might be enough to cripple her.

Resistance
The Resistance slows down to move only one VU(4 DoS needed) and turns 90 degrees to starboard: TN 85. She moves four forwards and then turns.
Crew: Lock On dorsal weapons: [roll1] TN 55
Crew: Lock On keel weapons: [roll2] TN 55
Crew: Put your backs into it: [roll3] TN 45
She fires her dorsal and keel weapons right at the cruiser.
[roll4] TN 55
1 DoS: [roll5]
2 DoS: [roll6]
3 DoS: [roll7]
4 DoS: [roll8]
3 DoS needed for a critical: [roll9] Set fire to a lauch bay.

[roll10] TN 45
1 DoS: [roll11]
2 DoS: [roll12]
3 DoS: [roll13]
4 DoS: [roll14]
3 DoS needed for a critical: [roll15] Hole the port batteries.

Far away the Repulse and her escorts move towards the enemy destroyers, bringing a hail of fire to bear on them. First the massed missiles of the Repulse crash into the void shields and then the powerful lasers cut into the enemy ships.

All three ships are in a squadron.
Repulse: move forwards 2 VU
Crew: Lock on Repulse prow batteries: [roll16] TN 55
Crew: Lock on Renown dorsal batteries: [roll17] TN 55
Crew: Lock on Renown keel batteries: [roll18] TN 55
Crew: Lock on Resolve dorsal batteries: [roll19] TN 55
Crew: Lock on Resolve keel batteries: [roll20] TN 55
Magos: Aid machine spirit(squadron detection) [roll] TN 126
Septimus: Fire weapons: [roll21] TN 80+20. One hit.
1 DoS: [roll22]
2 DoS: [roll23]
3 DoS: [roll24]
4 DoS: [roll25]
5 DoS: [roll26], critical: [roll27]

Renown
Moves 3 vu forwards and then turns 45 degrees to starboard and moves another two.
She fires her dorsal and keel weapons right at the closest Destroyer.
[roll28] TN 90+20. Four DoS. and a fire.
1 DoS: [roll29]
2 DoS: [roll30]
3 DoS: [roll31]
4 DoS: [roll32]
3 DoS needed for a critical: [roll33]

[roll34] TN 90+20. 2 DoS.
1 DoS: [roll35]
2 DoS: [roll36]
3 DoS: [roll37]
4 DoS: [roll38]
3 DoS needed for a critical: [roll39]

Resolve
Moves 4 vu forwards.
She fires her dorsal and keel weapons right at the other Destroyer.
[roll40] TN 90+0. 4 DoS and damaged thrusters.
1 DoS: [roll41]
2 DoS: [roll42]
3 DoS: [roll43]
4 DoS: [roll44]
3 DoS needed for a critical: [roll45]

[roll46] TN 90+10. 4 DoS and damaged melta cannons.
1 DoS: [roll47]
2 DoS: [roll48]
3 DoS: [roll49]
4 DoS: [roll50]
3 DoS needed for a critical: [roll51]

Raunchel

2014-07-21, 03:04 PM

Aboard the Demeter Livilla Solanum focuses her attention on the displays of the fleet engagement. One destroyer is torn apart by the Redemption and the gunnery also damages several other ships. Her bombers fight their way through the flak turrets and inflict massive damage on the battlecruiser. Victory will soon be hers. For a moment all displays are blanked out by the enormous force of the weapon deployed against the tainted vessel and the report is received. Victory surely is hers.

Bombers are launched by the enemy and their exceptional skill leads them to actually hit her flagship causing minor damage. But then something far more insidious happens. Several ships escape into the warp and she receives conflicting reports of unnatural flames in the now-empty countermeasure pods and one of the launch bays. Suddenly things look far more desperate than they did a few moments ago. Kilgannon’s taunts hurt, she will hunt him down and extinguish his family.

Then the signal from the transport arrives. Finally, some good news. She replies: "This is Livilla Solanum to Lomond. By the will of the Emperor you are to depower your warp drives. A prize crew will be sent to you to ensure compliance. They are under orders to show mercy and you are not to engage them in any way. Resistance will be met with violence."

After closing the channel she gives orders to the commander of the Tenth Foot. "Colonel Riberi, you are ordered to send the third battalion to the minor bay. They are to be sent to the captured vessel Lomond to ensure her compliance. They are authorized to use force when necessary."

She then turns to more immediate matters. The Dictator remains in action. "Launch three waves of six bombers. They are to engage and destroy the remaining enemy capital ship. May the Emperor’s blessing be with them."

She opens a channel to the rest of the enemy fleet: "This is Livilla Solanum. Your master has abandoned you. The Holy Ordos of His Imperial Majesty’s Inquisition have found him to be a heretic. To serve a heretic is to be a heretic. But I am willing to show mercy if you surrender now. The treacherous elements from your ranks will be eliminated and I shall bring you towards great glories in His name.."

The troops will be using one of the smaller bays which is only ever used for support craft. They will fly to the captured ship and board her. They will help to enforce the surrender, by brute force if necessary.

The Demeter moves 2 vu forwards and then turns to port. After moving another three she turns again, if the pilot check was passed. Otherwise she stops after the first two. Movement and then makes the turn.

Pilot(come to new heading): [roll0] TN 88.
Crew: Prepare eighteen bombers.
Crew: Triage [roll1] TN 70.
Crew: Hold Fast! [roll2] TN 60.

I base the strikes on the assumption that the sensors damaged results stack to inflict a -60. If this isn't the case, there will only be two waves of six bombers, each of them accompanied by three fighter squadrons.
Livilla: Command first strike of six bombers against the cruiser: [roll3] TN 162. Critical: [roll4]
1 [roll5]
2 [roll6]
3 [roll7]
4 [roll8]
5 [roll9]
6 [roll10]
7 [roll11]
8 [roll12]
9 [roll13]

Simangele: Command second strike of six bombers against the cruiser: [roll14] TN 137. Critical: [roll15]
1 [roll16]
2 [roll17]
3 [roll18]
4 [roll19]
5 [roll20]
6 [roll21]
7 [roll22]
8 [roll23]
9 [roll24]

Victor: Command third strike of six bombers against the cruiser: [roll25] TN 131(exceptional leader). Critical: [roll26]
1 [roll27]
2 [roll28]
3 [roll29]
4 [roll30]
5 [roll31]
6 [roll32]
7 [roll33]
8 [roll34]
9 [roll35]

And of course Livilla’s request for surrender, [roll36] TN 110.

DrK

2014-07-21, 04:40 PM

Even as fire rages on the Demeter and more shots punch holes in the fore castle of the Redemption with the retreat of parts of the enemy fleet the battle begins to swing in favour of the Solanum fleet. The enemy dictator class cruiser is brutally pounded, sunsear laser blasts from both of the frigates and the damaged resistance pounding its shields and hull before the massive batteries aboard the Redemption begin to fire. Literally hundreds of tonnes of shells punching the shields and deep into the cruiser wreaking carnage as the augers and sensor pods are scoured from the external decking and the massive shells tear a jagged hole that leaves the warp drive off line. Even as the enemy cruiser struggles to deal with that the flights from the Demeter swoop in. Fresh from bombing the cruiser and eager for revenge for the fires aboard their own vessel the starhawks hug the decks of the cruiser with the escorts flying above then supressing the turrets. Only a few furies damaged by the enemy fire. THe bombing raid is devastating, the plasma bombs setting of colossal chain reactions in the Dictators magazine as suddenly the entire ship convulses fire pouring from every port before the fragments drift apart into the void.

THe other enemy ships take heavy fire, the massed sunsears of the orions punching holes in both of the enemy destroyers. With the loss of their capital ships the rest of the enemy ships translate back into the warp leaving only the floating ruins of the Hermes a destroyer and the enemy cruiser in the void. The 12 squadrons of fighters hunting the void easily able to gun down the now trapped squadrons of enemy bombers that prove easy prey for the expert Solanum pilots.

The Lomond powers down, firing thrusters to keep it relative stationary to the surrounding vessels as the fRetort, Symmetry and Resistance circle it dangerously...

So status of your ships is as summarised on the table in the map in the OOC page, plus the loss of one additional fighter squadron.
You may begin salvage, boarding of the Lomond, flight recovery etc... at your leisure.

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-21, 08:54 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard
Wounds: 18/23
Fate Points: 5/6

As the Stormraven glided through the void to its destination, Brother-Chaplain Rikkard turned his imperious, implacable, skull-faced countenance on the newly "rescued" Navigator and her attendants. Mag-boots stomping as he approached them, he glowered down at the three-eyed mutant. He'd mag-locked his storm bolter to his outer thigh once more, but his crozius, though powered down, was still held loose in one armored gauntlet. "You will tell me everything you know about what happened on the Hermes, Captain Kilgannon, and what he so desperately wanted to recover from that ship that he risked interfering with agents of the Most Holy Ordos conducting their duties." he said, a statement of fact rather than a question. "Do so quickly."

http://imageshack.com/a/img853/6567/crp6w.jpg Captain Solomon Graves

Scathing Retort and Fearful Symmetry orbited the Lomond like circling sharks around a cage diver, prevented from ripping it to shreds only by one, thin barrier. As launches were detected from the Solanum flagship in order to board and take the vessel as a prize, Captain Graves considered pulling alongside and unleashing his own stormtroopers into the ship to help put down any resistance. Ultimately, he decided against it seeing as how they had run up the white flag after his first salvo like a good garbage scow.

"Well, that was certainly an eventful morning. Who's for amasec and biscuits?" he asked his bridge crew, getting more than a few eye rolls in response.

DrK

2014-07-22, 01:49 AM

Aboard the StormRaven

The massive skull face looming a few inches away from her own causes the Navis to reel back in a mixture of horror and fear. Her eyes roll back in her head as she slumps back into her exhausted stupour.

The chief of her guards takes a heavy breath before Lord Astartes. Please step back. The lady is exhausted from pushing her powers. She will answer your questions after she has seen some medicae and rested. He flinches slightly, aleady expecting the fearsome Chaplin to strike him down.
We do not know many details Lord. We were en route as part of a convoy carrying super heavy tanks from Zayth to an imperial theatre of War. We called into Serpentis to refuel and collect some more arms. But as we were leaving we were ambushed. We don't know who my lord. We sealed the navis chambers and prayed to the Emperor. We jumped to warp and the Lady managed to hold us straight to hold the course and Project a bubble of real space around us. When we left the warp we were just waiting and praying.

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-22, 02:14 AM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard
Wounds: 18/23
Fate Points: 5/6

The Chaplain was starting to see what was happening here. The heretics aboard the Hermes shouted Kilgannon's name as they attacked. The Hermes was not part of Kilgannon's fleet, but rather the renegade Trader had attempted to hijack it and steal the tanks. However, the navigator here had managed to force the transport into the Warp, stranding the pirates on board. Whether the boarders had already been in league with the daemons or if the incomplete protection afforded by the navigator's hasty actions had allowed the corruption to sink into them while they were in the Empyrean was debatable, but ultimately inconsequential.

Kilgannon had attacked a ship of the Imperial Navy, killed the Imperium's citizens, fired upon a charter-bearing captain, and refused an order to stand down from the Deathwatch. As far as the Chaplain was concerned, Kilgannon's life was forfeit and his men were pirates. He would personally interrogate the transport ship's command crew and excise every morsel of tactical information for them before giving them the Emperor's mercy...

"I see." Rikkard said, looking looking briefly in the soldier's direction before heading back toward the cockpit without any further conversation.

...to see if he's lying or not telling the whole truth.
[roll0]

EDIT: Damn. Just hope there's a bonus for him being a loyal member of the Imperium.

Raunchel

2014-07-22, 01:38 PM

Livilla sits on her throne when the Dictator goes dead and the last enemy ships flee into the warp. Her first victory then. She thinks for a few moments: ”Signal the fleet, Splice the Mainbrace.”

It is an ancient order, none of the scholars that mention it know where it comes from, but some say that it is older than spacecraft. Nevertheless it is the traditional order for a Solanum to give after winning a grand victory. All the voidsmen will be issued with an extra ration of amasec. It hasn’t been ordered in decades, but all her men will know what it means. They deserve it. And she will always remember this day. Kilgannon will be hunted down, but not immediately, first they will celebrate their victory and plan the pursuit.

On all frequencies a new message is broadcast: “This is Livilla Solanum to all those who remain in the void in assault craft. You are to turn on your locator beacons and leave your craft to the savior pods. You will be rescued by our craft, if you offer no resistance you will remain unharmed. Those who are already in savior pods, activate your emergency beacons and you will be recovered.”

A second fleet wide signal is sent: ”All ranking officers are invited aboard Demeter to dine with lady Solanum and to discuss the events of the day.”

She then moves to the launch bays, where the survivors of the ill-fated boarding attempt are gathered. Many of the men of the second Battalion are wounded and their white armour looks damaged. There are pitifully few left compared to the five hundred that stepped onto the Hermes. Livilla approaches and they still manage a salute. She answers in kind and starts to speak: ”Soldiers, warriors of our Savior Emperor. I have come here to honor you for your devotion and sacrifice of today. You have stood besides His Angels of Death and have proven yourself more than worthy. No one can ever doubt your honor, faith and bravery. Therefore, each of you will be awarded with the Silver Star. Your battalion will from this moment on bear the honorific Comrades of Angels to commemorate the glory that you have won today. You have suffered, I am well aware of that, but your bravery is an example to all of the Emperor’s servants. Bear your scars with pride, they show to all the Imperium that you are heroes!”

The men cheer before they are brought to the medicae bay for the treatment of their wounds. She is escorted back to her private quarters where she is disarmed by her servants. The armour is a cumbersome and unpleasant thing to wear, she truly prefers her uniform. She looks into one of the many mirrors and smiles, she looks every bit the conquering hero. She realigns her bicorne to be slightly skewed to look like she has been exerting herself.

Meanwhile Simangele Belkewi gives the necessary orders to actually hand the beverages to the crew, there are more than a hundred thousand people on board, and all of them should receive it. After the task is finished she steps aboard a small craft along with more soldiers. After a short flight she arrives on the Lomond and demands to be brought to the captured ship’s bridge.

DrK

2014-07-22, 03:37 PM

The Storm Raven bearing the Navis docks with the Demeter, the flanks of the battleship marred with damage and the vessel surrounded by a host of small craft doing repair and recovery on the flights of bombers swopping into the cavernous launch bays. With the Navis aboard, and due to the nature of the astartes the Storm Raven gets a priority landing. Even as it lands and Jezra and Corlis step out shouting for medicae staff, the apothecary escorting the downed Navis with the small posse of House guards tailing after him and their charge. Corlis inspects the damage to the Talon. Several holes and burns and broken panels will require some serious repairs.

Rikkard is focused on other things. As he spies Simangele and a contingent of red bereted storm troopers heading for a shark assault boat heavily escorted by freshly refuelled and re-armed Furies he joins them. The swagger of the stormtroopers diminishing as the hulking blood splattered chaplin joins them.

The Lomond

The short flight to the crippled enemy takes about an hour as the small craft flit across the void, the shark backed up by a flight of some 40 Furies all whom will be painting numerous kills on the fuselages from their battles this day. The Lomond's hangar bay opens before you, the insides smoking and filled with the wreckage of battled where several sunsear shells landed after the Resistance fired upon her. Amidst the detritus about 200 crew wait in a ragged line, all of whom looks nervous as the ramp lowers and Simangele walks out accompanied by fifty heavily armoured troopers and a massive skull faced Astartes. One of the waiting crew approaches slowly, looking nervously at the armoured troops and the marine. "Er.. I'm Ensign McDonald. I was sent by Lt. Tavish to escort you to the bridge. The Lomond surrenders to you My Lord, Lady." he proffers onwards and leads you through the maze of broken corridors and shattered walkways.
The bridge is prosaic, a simple semi-circle of consoles and command cogitators. Stacked by the doors you can see the bodies of a dozen ship's armsmen and pointing out from under a fire blanket a fancy looking jacket with a lot of gold braid etching. The bridge looks shattered, a gun fight of some sort having taken place inside. In the command throne sits a young looking Lieutenant. Her face haggard and blood stained going pale at the sight of the massive chapling amidst the solanum guards. ""The ship is yours. We surrender. We dinnae even know why we were fighting."

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-22, 04:02 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard
Wounds: 18/23
Fate Points: 5/6

Rikkard had to duck in order to board the Shark assault boat, as it was sized for normal humans not massive Astartes in hulking power armor. If he'd been wearing Tactical Dreadnought Armor he would never have fit at all. Unable to sit anywhere, the Chaplain merely mag-booted himself to the floor and stood near the hatch he'd boarded from for the entire hour they were in flight. He declined to speak unless directly addressed...and maybe not even then.

At least he found that the transport had taller and broader corridors. After silently glowering at the crew waiting for them in the hangar, judging them for signs of heresy or mutation, Chaplain Rikkard followed the cringing Ensign MacDonald to the bridge. Once there, instead of greeting the Lieutenant in charge, he began to stomp around the periphery of the command deck, inspecting the bodies on the floor and the bullet holes in the walls and extrapolating their angles of impact. When he got to the blanket-covered corpse he reached down and simply tossed the blood-stained sheet aside.

Awareness TN 76: [roll0]
Scrutiny TN 46: [roll1]
Looking for anything peculiar. Signs of chaos cut into the bodies would be a dead giveaway, but I'm not hopeful that it'll be that easy.

DrK

2014-07-22, 04:21 PM

Eyes alert for the stench of Heresy or chaos worship the Chaplin is dissapointed. The transport appears well run, a large shrine to the Emperor under a large observation dome quite impressive. The crew, those not battered and bloody watch with downcast eyes. Awe slightly at the Astartes but brooding hostility at the Solanum crew.
None appear to have signs of mutation or chaos, the only oddity the stacked bodies of what appears to be the senior bridge crew full of bullet holes and stab wounds.

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-22, 04:27 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard
Wounds: 18/23
Fate Points: 5/6

"No obvious signs of mutation or heresy. At least on the outside..." the Chaplain growled. "Stormtrooper, schedule this body for autopsy with the Demeter's medicae." he ordered, pointing at the captain's corpse, expecting to be obeyed. The grinning skull mask panned over the surviving bridge crew, hiding any look of disappointment Brother Rikkard might have been wearing. They were still guilty until proven innocent, but for now they were safe from summary execution. He let Simangele continue the conversation as he lapsed into thoughtful silence.

Raunchel

2014-07-22, 04:38 PM

"Greetings, I am Interrogator Simangele Belkewi, of the holy Ordos of His Most Holy Emperor's Inquisition. I want to assure you that nothing bad will happen to you, as long as your are loyal to Him on Earth. Of course, I could employ all sorts of unpleasant methods, but I prefer to just talk. So please, do tell me, what do you know of heresy? And what happened aboard this ship?", she asks kindly, but the threat in her voice is obvious.

Inquiry, I presume? [roll0] TN 105, and one bonus DoS.

Hyrule

2014-07-23, 10:23 AM

Dospe shouted when the cruiser was torn apart by the bombers and his guns. He looked forwards to gutting the rest of the enemy fleet, but they departed into the warp. Rations of amasec were handed out to the crew, as had been ordered and he set about arranging for the necessary repairs.

Orvar immediately left for the flagship where he expected to meet the comrades of his Kill-team. Serfs followed him to bear all his armour and equipment. He was ashamed. He was too late to join the battle against the heretics and his future squadmates have suffered for it.

DrK

2014-07-25, 08:19 AM

THe few days after the battle passed quickly. Aboard most of the Solanum fleet there were repairs to be made, thousands of men being treated for plasma burns and decompression and vast areas of the ships to be made new again from the enemy plasma fire or bombing runs. The Repulse was converted from vessel to station, stopping to deploy great void docks where the shattered remains of the enemy vessels were towed. The vast hulks blasted and shattered. The Resistance and Retort also docked to repair the damage they had sustained...

People can make TN 95 checks to repair 5 hull integrity
Raunchel : Are the torpedoes carried by the Repulse ship or attack craft scale? There is a difference, its why the attack craft ones have an extra -5 on their acquisition modifiers
- Is anyone trying to recruit some crew back at Footfall?

Destroyer Hulk
- Salvagebale components (though you'll need clamps or stores to take any bits with you)
--- Miloslav Warp engine; Pressed crew quarters, Sunsear battery, standard augers, augmented thrusters

Dictator Hulk
- Salvagebale components (though you'll need clamps or stores to take any bits with you)
--- Stygies Macrocannons, Port Jovian launch bay, Shipmaster's bridge, Vitae life sustainers, (empty) Countermeasure pods

How are you transporting them, if at all?

http://rtgame.wdfiles.com/local--files/footfall/footfall.jpg

After the pause at the edge of the Furibundus system the fleet slowly powers back to the floating islands of Footfall and after a week of travel the kilometres high statue of the God Emperor is visible once more.
As the fleet comes slowly up to the floating asteroids an agent of Liege Tanthus Moross sends out a message to the Demeter... "Approaching fleet. Welcome to Footfall.... We had not expected you back so soon?"

Is anyone doing anything while repairs are made?
-- If you are taking one crew make sure to record how much you are taking aboard (as a % of your actual crew)
-- Finding Elite crew is difficult so acquisition will vary depending on the quality of crew you obtain. If you just keep replacing with competent crew your crew levels will slowly degrade. Takes years to train an elite crew!

Is anyone exploring Footfall?

Aboard the Lomond

The styles are different, the results are much the same. The chaplin and the Inquisitor both interrogating the surviving crew and getting much the same answers... "The Lomond has been in Kilgannon's service for 3 generations.... "We revere and worship the God Emperor..... We are not traitors.... Pirates assaulted the Naval Transports we were in pursuit. Over 1000 men of Lord Kilgannon's militia were aboard her as part of his tithe, you murdered them with forbidden atomics! "

The summary given by all the surviving crew (the captain and 3 senior officers had wanted to fight on despite the crippling damage, the rest of the crew having seen the brutality of Solanum fleet opted to try and surrender... The Kilgannon holdings in the Serpents Cradle had received the Imperial Convoy and as part of their annual tithe had offered 3 regiments of militia guardsman along with a contingent of super dense metals made possible by the strange gravitational tides of the binary star system. All 3 transports had been laden down with such arms and armaments in addition to their Zaythan Tanks. As the imperial convoy was leaving the system the Kilgannon fleet received a distress call from the convoy stating that they were under attack by parties unknown. Lord Kilgannon, ever loyal to the Imperium had given chase, 2 enemy escorts had been destroyed ...

Tech use can decrypt the senor readings to gain an idea of that fight from the Lomond's sensor systems

The Kilgannon fleet had given chase to the last of the enemy before Lord Belisarus had detected the warp trail of the fleeing Hermes and they had given chase only to find the Solanum fleet about to board and pirate her. Upon Lord Kilgannon stating his claim on his cargo on the stricken vessel Lady Solanum had launched a bomber armed with atomics....

If you have specific questions please ask
You can make Lore skills if you want more info on aspects of things?

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-25, 10:13 AM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard

So, the Lomond had a nice and tidy explanation for all of this. Captain Kilgannon was only doing his Emperor-given duty when the evil Solanum Fleet and their Deathwatch hounds attacked them! If it hadn't been for Kilgannon firing first and the stench of the warp still lingering in his nose from the boarding mission he might have even believed it. As it was, Rikkard suspected that there was more to the story.

The first thing the Chaplain would set about doing was call the newly rested Navigator to the proverbial stand, taking a first-hand account of all she witnessed and experienced on board the doomed Hermes. If her story corroborated the Lomond crew's timeline of events, then things would be looking up for them. They may have only been following orders. (Like that was ever an excuse.) He recalled the Imperial Tarot, which he had first seen so many hundreds of years ago, before he was reborn in the God-Emperor's holy service. "Innocence is an illusion." and "A suspicious mind is a healthy mind."

Regardless of the Navigator's answer, the Lomond crew would next be introduced to advanced interrogation techniques the Chaplain had picked up over a long career. It was a method more commonly known as "torture" and quite excellent at cutting right to the truth of any matter. He would allow the mortal interrogator to assist him. Her methods were...roundabout and too soft, but she had gained a few insightful tidbits during her questioning. Perhaps a soft touch in the rounds between the ecstasy of lashings and skin flensings would be the feather that broke the grox's back in some cases.

Oh how he enjoyed his job. Surely the mortals that survived would thank him before they were allowed to either die or return to duty, relieved of their burdens and walking once more in the Emperor's light.

Interrogation TN 76: [roll0] <---NOICE!!
Intimidate TN 98: [roll1]
Scrutiny TN 66: [roll2]

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http://imageshack.com/a/img853/6567/crp6w.jpg Captain Solomon Graves

After their successful return to Footfall, and after the required ribbing Captain Harcourt received from him for allowing her ship to be damaged during the encounter, Sol went to work making the rounds and congratulating his crew for a job well done. He had a dinner on board the Demeter to attend, and he was looking forward to finally meeting his distant cousin, but first he wanted to make sure as he always did that his comparatively small crew was in good spirits and that shore leave was being assigned in shifts by the naval bureaucrats that handled such scheduling. Scathing Retort had received nary a scratch during the battle, so while Fearful Symmetry docked with the fleet tender, Captain Graves' ship ran patrol circuits of the asteroid belt, stopping every now and then to board or disembark Aquila landers heading to Footfall.

Fearful Symmetry Repair TN95: [roll3]
Still not sure of any bonuses or penalties I may have to the roll. How do I go about recruiting? Same roll as the repair?

Wyndeward

2014-07-25, 02:54 PM

Victor made his way to the area where the Kilgannon Navigator and her bodyguard were berthed aboard the Demeter to discuss matters with her civilly, as befits their respective houses, bearing a tray containing a jug of ploin juice and finger-foods.

Raunchel

2014-07-25, 03:01 PM

Simangele is disappointed. Of course, these people have been deceived, but still. It might give the chaplain the wrong thoughts. So she turns to more intense methods to get what she wants, implicating statements about Kilgannon. First she looks at the sensor readings, hoping that they will show what she wants, and if they don’t, well, they can always have been tampered with. One does not rise to become an interrogator by being trusting, or honest for that matter. Either way, the Deathwatch has to be in full agreement about Kilgannon’s guilt. The officers will all be purged, along with those who know too much, the normal ratings can be told anything to make them loyal servants of Livilla, and herself of course.

And then there is the matter of the navigator, she knows things, and maybe even too much. She will be questioned, but it will be done nicely, it is far harder to purge her after all. But whatever happens, the navigator will understand the necessity of these actions, and that cooperation will also be highly profitable for her.

Tech use: [roll0] TN 100
Scrutiny: [roll1] TN 82
Interrogation: [roll2] TN 115
Search: [roll3] TN 82
And of course, deceive: [roll4] TN 95
Nobody ever said that Simangele was a nice person…

And charming the navigator: [roll5] TN 95

Livilla meanwhile is utterly bored. She should already have been in the warp, and now she has to make repairs again. At least the outer shell of armour can finally be fitted, it hadn’t been done yet in the haste to depart to greener pastures. She treats with several parties to find cheaper ways to restore her new prizes, and makes arrangements for the work. It will take months, she knows that, but the locals also know that she won’t take kindly to her new acquisitions being stolen. Her demonstration on the Hermes won’t have remained unnoticed.

Dictator:
Best Jovian Launch Bay, Commerce: [roll6] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll7] TN 75+X
Miloslav Warp Engines, Commerce: [roll8] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll9] TN 95+X
Jovian class 4 drive, Commerce: [roll10] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll11] TN 95+X
Gellar Field(already have two in supply)
Voidsmen Quarters, Commerce: [roll12] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll13] TN 95+X
M–201.b Auger Array , Commerce: [roll14] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll15] TN 95+X
Multiple Void Shield Array , Commerce: [roll16] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll17] TN 95+X
Best Prow Bombardment Cannons, Commerce: [roll18] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll19] TN 55+X
14 times testing for hull points:
1 Commerce: [roll20] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll21] TN 95+X
2 Commerce: [roll22] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll23] TN 95+X
3 Commerce: [roll24] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll25] TN 95+X
4 Commerce: [roll26] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll27] TN 95+X
5 Commerce: [roll28] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll29] TN 95+X
6 Commerce: [roll30] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll31] TN 95+X
7 Commerce: [roll32] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll33] TN 95+X
8 Commerce: [roll34] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll35] TN 95+X
9 Commerce: [roll36] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll37] TN 95+X
10 Commerce: [roll38] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll39] TN 95+X
11 Commerce: [roll40] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll41] TN 95+X
12 Commerce: [roll42] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll43] TN 95+X
13 Commerce: [roll44] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll45] TN 95+X
14 Commerce: [roll46] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll47] TN 95+X
Crew: Commerce: [roll48] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll49] TN 95+X

Lomond: 8 tests to restore hull points
1Commerce: [roll50] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll51] TN 95+X
2 Commerce: [roll52] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll53] TN 95+X
3 Commerce: [roll54] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll55] TN 95+X
4 Commerce: [roll56] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll57] TN 95+X
5 Commerce: [roll58] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll59] TN 95+X
6 Commerce: [roll60] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll61] TN 95+X
7 Commerce: [roll62] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll63] TN 95+X
8 Commerce: [roll64] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll65] TN 95+X
And getting her a new crew: Commerce: [roll66] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll67] TN 95+X

Destroyer:
Jovian Pattern Class 2 Drive: Commerce: [roll68] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll69] TN 95+X
Gellar field(already have one, there were two stored by Repulse)
Single Void Shield Array: Commerce: [roll70] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll71] TN 95+X
Command Bridge: Commerce: [roll72] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll73] TN 85+X
Vitae life sustainer: Commerce: [roll74] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll75] TN 95+X
Best Mars Macrocannons: Commerce: [roll76] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll77] TN 95+X
Hull:
1 Commerce: [roll78] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll79] TN 95+X
2 Commerce: [roll80] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll81] TN 95+X
3 Commerce: [roll82] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll83] TN 95+X
4 Commerce: [roll84] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll85] TN 95+X
5 Commerce: [roll86] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll87] TN 95+X
6 Commerce: [roll88] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll89] TN 95+X
Crew: Commerce: [roll90] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll91] TN 95+X

Demeter
5 hull points: Commerce: [roll92] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll93] TN 95+X
3 Elite crew: Commerce: [roll94] TN 140, Acquisition: [roll95] TN X

DrK

2014-07-25, 04:26 PM

Aboard the Demeter

THe doors slide smoothly open in the magnificent marble and gold leaf luxury visitor quarters. The 6 House Benetek armsman standing to attention and bowing low as Victor walks in, the fluttering cherubium bearing the freshly squeezed fruit juice fresh from the extensive arboretum aboard the grand cruiser. Lady Jan Beltek looks up from where she reclines on the couch smiling at Victor. "Welcome master Cassini. Please enter, sit. And you promise to convey my thanks to both the lovely Captain of this magnificent vessel and the astartes that rescued me. House Benetek owes them a debt that must be repaid." She takes a sip of juice, a wave of her motioning the men out of the room. "They mean no harm Master Cassini, but after recent events they are a trifle overprotective." She looks about.

I would guess that you wish to know what transpired aboard the Hermes, from what my men have said I am aware of what has befallen her. We ere in convoy with our two fellow transports Minerva and Phobos with the Back hawk as escort. We were passing from Zayth via the Serpent's cradle to Feet Base Metis on a re-supply run. I believe it was super heavy vehicles from Zayth and then some sort of arms shipment and several regiments of troops from Lord Kilgannon's system. We had completed loading around Serpentis IV and were en route to the transit point when we assaulted by cluster of enemy craft. I do not have many details, I was away from the auger controls beginning my rituals prior to translocation. The Captain she announced we were under attack by parties unknown but help was on the way, then maybe an hour later we went to full thrust and the Captain announced that the Minerva was destroyed and the Phobos was crippled. We raced to the transit point and made it with heavy damage. I managed to bring us through the warp shoals but after ~12 days the geller field failed. The ship suffered a full warp incursion, demons roamed the ship, men went mad and the killing and slaughter began. I projected an aethyric calm around my sanctum to shelter myself and my men "

Aboard the Lomond

Screams... blood and more screams! The sounds had echoed around the officers' quarters for 4 long days during which time the chaplin and interrogator worked tirelessly. Simangele the scalpel to the blunt tool that is the chaplin. Under the tender ministrations of the chaplin the stories say the same. The hermes was assaulted by pirates and the Kilgannon fleet gave chase. Then the Solanum fleet launched a nuclear strike so the fighting started.... 22 men under the lash, the scalpel and the burning irons and still the same story. The only snippet of information that Kilgannon has a research station around the moons orbiting the gas giant in the Serpentis system and the Lomond had made 6 supply runs to a transfer point nearby it with megatonnes of hyper density alloys. Its the same for the Simangele though accomplished with slightly less screaming and far less blood.

The sensors report a similar tale. The Lomond had been performing outer reaches patrol alongside Tay and Clyde two of the frigates. THey had received distress calls from the Hermes convoy and moved to intercept. At long range and with the low quality sensors its hard to get a good read of the attackers but appear to be half a dozen vessels of approximately destroyer class. A battle plays out on poorly resolved sensor readings where the imperial convoy is savaged by torpedoes before the Kilgannon fleet can be seen to destroy at least two attackers...

When she goes down to the Navis quarters she is met by hostile gazes and House Brazabon sigils. Entering the chambers she is summarily instructed to leave the storm troopers behind and go in alone...

At Footfall...

Repairs are to continue apace! The massive dictator and small destroyer wedged in the yards where they will be for months to come. There not being enough raw materials or crew to replenish them. Even the components available in the ship yards cannot supply the total rebuilds required...
The Demeter however is in fine shape. Her crew replenished with the finest in all of Footfall and a new adamantine prow fitted!

Raunchel

2014-07-25, 05:18 PM

Wyndeward

2014-07-25, 10:01 PM

Toxic Mind

2014-07-26, 03:17 AM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/150x100q90/819/dqwyo.jpg Corlis Vahn

As the Chaplain and the other crew go about the bloody business of securing and prosecuting their duty, Corlis words with Jerza to repair the Stormraven. The trusty craft had taken quite a beating. Corlis had all of the armor and weapons unloaded and stored, guarded always by his retinue of tech-priests. The area quickly became off limits to all non-officers and non-Astartes.

Meanwhile, Corlis sends an Astropathic message to the Deathwatch itself, reporting on the events, particularly the Chaos infestation and subsequent destruction. Corlis requests more information on Kilgannon and requisitions a Thunderhawk, which would take some time to rendezvous with them, but given the new threat assessment for their mission, it was not an unreasonable request.

After repairs and refitting, Corlis made it his own task to personally congratulate those still living that held the line in the hanger. He shook each of their hands, and praised their devotion to the Emperor. Eventually, he sought out the interrogators to find what they had learned, and in part to debrief with the Chaplain.

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[roll0] vs 80 (Corlis Assists)

http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/280574/apothecary.jpg Jerza Gordian

Jerza laments his inability to participate in the interrogation, but the repairs are simply too important. He bears his disappointment with the stoic silence of an Apothecary-Keeper, and wonders how things might have turned out if they had simply been able to talk out the problem.

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-29, 12:18 AM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard

He couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or relieved that the transport's crew was, aside from a myriad of personal failings confessed to him that ranged from nose-picking to grand theft, completely innocent and pure. The Brother-Chaplain would probably kill anyone that suggested it, but it looked like he was sulking as he washed his hands and put his massive, armored gauntlets back on. He'd passed on his report, as well as a suggestion for the surviving Lomond population to be put through reeducation and reassigned to different ships in the fleet, to the Solanum Mistress. Then he'd returned to Demeter to rejoin his Deathwatch brothers. This didn't absolve Kilgannon of firing on the Emperor's ships and refusing orders from agents of the Inquisition, but his death was not as certain as it had been when it was more certain that he was a heretic.

I am actually not sure whether that victory dinner is going to be sooner or later. So if I post for Captain Graves, he could either be on his way to it or heading over to explore Footfall a bit.

DrK

2014-07-29, 04:38 PM

Simangele enters the chambers alone. She wears her usual simple clothes without obvious weapons. No one would be stupid enough to attack her on Livilla's own flagship. No, the Rogue Trader is far too malleable for that. Belkewi knows just how she can use the Lady Solanum, and her great wealth of course. The last few days have been hard, and in the end all the officers were executed for heresy. She loves the power, and how easy it makes things. One word was enough, and one word would have been sufficient to have every soul aboard the Lomond purged. Or the Revenge as it has been renamed.

She bows to the navigator: "My lady Brazabon, how kind of you to receive me. I know that your recent experiences have been hard on you, but I would have a private word with you, if at all possible."

She waits until they are alone or it is indicated that the men can be trusted. "You see, my lady, it appears that lord Kilgannon has forsaken his vows to the Emperor. He opened fire on the Demeter and not just on such a civillian vessel, but also on actual Navy ships. He claimed that he was after his prizes. He wanted to seize your cargo and get away with it so he could build up the military strength he believed that he would to secede from the Imperium. I am sure that you will understand the gravity of such a matter. It has to be kept secret for now so it will be possible for us to crush this rebellion while it is only getting started, without him being aware of the extent of our knowledge. My masters in the Inquisition are still being made aware of this matter, but we hope to save the Imperium the resources that will be necessary for this. And my charge, the lady Solanum, intends to profit from the fall of Kilgannon, and of course all those who help her will also share in these profits."

I couldn't help myself, but that was it then, see you all on the fourth!

The navigator looks unimpressed. Lord Kilgannon is no more a secessionist than your lady master. As for naval vessels... I registered no active naval vessels in your fleet. Had they announced their battlefleet credentials I'm sure Lord Kilgannon would have left them unharmed.

Instead he saw a rival trying to steal his cargo before launching a nuclear bombing strike upon an Imperial Transport. I think your ideas of those who should be questioned need to be thought through....

Words said the Navis leans back, happy in the safety of her station.

Is she talking to the Lomond navigator, as thats who I thought she was talking too?
The Lomond navigator would not have left the Lomond unless threatened.

"It is understandable that they would be protective, given what you have gone through." Victor pauses to sip his ploin juice and have a small sandwich. "I will of course pass along your thanks to both the captain and the Astartes." Victor pauses, as if in contemplation. "You and your bodyguard are most fortunate hat you kept your head in that madness. It is a pity that Master Kilgannon has taken an adversarial position to that of the captain -- it seems that he believes that we were there to plunder the ship, not knowing that which had gone on before."

Lady Benetek nods sipping the juice. it is a shame Master Cassini. One does tire of the games that humans play don't you find?
Smiling she takes another sip. I have heard your name and skill mentioned widely before. Tell me have you ever been to the Iniquity system. In the heart of it near the hole its said you can hear a second astronomicon. I tell you now it is dark and nightmarish scream

++++++

The marines gather in the temple shrine. Serfs caring for the armour and anointing weapons whilst others assist Jezra and Corlis with their repairs of the storm raven. The return of the Chaplin, now less sure of Kilgannon guilt had been a surprise. As had the vellum scroll carried on parchment sent in return by the astropathic choir aboard the watch station.

Brother Corlis.
Grave is your news and praise to the emperor that you were victorious. Present a full report of the fleet action to our contacts aboard Footfall and further action shall be considered

Thunderhawk and support to arrive at Footfall aboard The Bull in next 10-18 days.
Emperor protects.

Wyndeward

2014-07-29, 05:19 PM

Lady Benetek nods sipping the juice. it is a shame Master Cassini. One does tire of the games that humans play don't you find?
Smiling she takes another sip. I have heard your name and skill mentioned widely before. Tell me have you ever been to the Iniquity system. In the heart of it near the hole its said you van hear s second astronomicon. I tell you now i

It does become tiresome to be a piece in their game of regicide sometimes. Victor shifts a little in his chair and sips his ploin juice. "One does have a reputation and, like all such things, it is truth and lies in about equal measure. I have never been to Iniquity... a second Astronomicon... There must be an interesting story behind that bit of knowledge, given the nature of Iniquity's habitues.

Toxic Mind

2014-07-29, 11:15 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/150x100q90/819/dqwyo.jpg Corlis Vahn

With the repairs successful and the Chaplain's return, Corlis calls his brothers together to inform them of the progress he had made in securing further aid from the Watch Commander. Ascertaining the identity of the Deathwatch contacts in Footfall is not difficult, but as Brother-Chaplain Rikkard shares the fruits of his investigation, Corlis' mood turns dark. "We must be sure of this heresy before further action can be taken. A Warrant is not lightly rescinded, and by all accounts, Kilgannon is not our foe, but a pawn by the forces that defiled the transport. We should attempt to contact the man himself, and ascertain the truth of his statements. I do not like this uncertainty that seems to cloud everything surrounding this battle. When we arrive in Footfall, I will attempt to contact one of Kilgannon's representatives, and arrange a meeting. He should be willing to do so, given that his Navigator was rescued by our hand." Corlis heads off to find the Lady-Captain, and inform her of the new developments, leaving the other two Astartes for the moment.

As he reaches the Lady-Captain's quarters, he nods his greeting to the guards. Unarmored now, the Marine is no less imposing, but does not exude the violence he is clearly capable of. "Lady Captain, I believe there are some matters we must discuss, chief among them the Rogue Trader Kilgannon." Corlis is blunt but not disrespectful, and yet he seems utterly unapologetic that he concealed the presence of two other Astartes from the Captain.

http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/280574/apothecary.jpg Jerza Gordian

Jerza is left with the Chaplain. "Is there aught of great importance in Footfall for you, brother? I suspect that Corlis will want our presence at any meeting, though seeing as how this is diplomacy, I imagine he will understand if you decline." Jerza smiles for a moment. "Shame we could not finish off the traitors before leaving the Transport. I fancied a turn at that tech-abomination you were so zealfully destroying." Jerza's tone is cordial enough, despite the Chaplain's ever grim countenance. Jerza was a Keeper, and thus unbowed before the fervor of the Chaplain, but unlike many of his brothers, he was far from stoic.

DrK

2014-07-30, 12:06 AM

The Astartes

Corlis makes some requests to his serfs and within 2 hours one of them returns to the quiet and dimly lit chamber where Corlis, Jezra, Orvar and Rikkard pass the time in quiet contemplation. The news is good. Lord Kilgannon has a factor aboard Footfall aboard one of the floating islands. And currently doked there is a destroyer Tay and an endeavour class light cruiser The Claymore.

Toxic Mind

2014-07-30, 01:42 AM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/150x100q90/819/dqwyo.jpg Corlis Vahn

As the Serf returns after his meeting with the Lady-Captain, Corlis stands. "I will not deny any of you the right to come with me, but this will be a mission to find the truth, not to mete out retribution."

http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/280574/apothecary.jpg Jerza Gordian

Jerza stands. As Keeper, and as Witness, and as Chosen Representative of the Deathwatch, he will come. His status is absolute, the Clavis on his arm more than enough proof of his station. If diplomacy is needed, then the Apothecary will give his all.

ChronicLunacy

2014-07-31, 09:05 AM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard

Jerza is left with the Chaplain. "Is there aught of great importance in Footfall for you, brother? I suspect that Corlis will want our presence at any meeting, though seeing as how this is diplomacy, I imagine he will understand if you decline." Jerza smiles for a moment. "Shame we could not finish off the traitors before leaving the Transport. I fancied a turn at that tech-abomination you were so zealfully destroying." Jerza's tone is cordial enough, despite the Chaplain's ever grim countenance. Jerza was a Keeper, and thus unbowed before the fervor of the Chaplain, but unlike many of his brothers, he was far from stoic.

"I do not like this mortal's arrogance." the Chaplain commented. "He puts too much stock in his Warrant. Signed in the Emperor's own handwriting or not, it will not protect him from us if we find that he has been in congress with Chaos." he said, stating the obvious but sounding a little frustrated as he did so. In the Black Templars, even a Brother-Initiate was treated with a certain amount of respect by the chapter serfs and other humans they employed. Dealing with these Rogue Trader captains was a new and...taxing...experience. "I will go, if only to look so brazen a man in the eye and take his measure." he decided.

"Ah, but the daemon engine. I too regret not being able to personally mete out the Emperor's Mercy to that twisted abomination. It was righteous ecstasy to feel its armor plates crack like flimsy wooden boards under the blows of my sacred Crozius. One more...perhaps two...would have seen it smote asunder under my boots, but alas..." the Chaplain put a hand on Jerza's pauldron. "In the end, justice was done. Though we take due pride in doing our duty with blade and bolter, we must remember that the Emperor's other servants have their place on the firing line. Sometimes even we must be humble and allow someone else to deal the killing stroke." he sermoned. "Besides, I know that both of our weapons sizzled with daemon blood by the time we left. It was a good day...a GOOD day."

As the Serf returns after his meeting with the Lady-Captain, Corlis stands. "I will not deny any of you the right to come with me, but this will be a mission to find the truth, not to mete out retribution."

"Aye," the Chaplain intoned, "I will stay my fury until the truth presents itself." he promised.

DrK

2014-07-31, 03:19 PM

The astartes

The Storm Raven zips across the void ducking and weaving through the heavy traffic around Footfall. The astartes sigils on the sides of the vessel meaning most of the islands don't even bother to challenge The Talon as the vessel approaches the Kilgannon manor atop on of the more exclusive chained islands the vox crackles into life, the vector of the Storm Raven clear that the light cruiser is the eventual destination. "Claymore to Astartes vessel. We are honoured by your presence. Please change approach vector to 38 by 330 and land in bay 4". The suggested co-ordinates landing in a shuttle bay on the chained footfall asteroid. "Lord Connaught Kilgannon will make himself available to you..."

Its a brother of the Lord Kilgannon
Are you obeying the instructions to land on the Footfall manor rather than in the light cruiser?

Toxic Mind

2014-07-31, 05:03 PM

"Our destination is the flagship of The Lord Kigannon himself. Or do you mean to say that he does not wish to receive us? I can assure you that in this venture, we mean your master no harm and are simply attempting to ascertain the truth of a matter that is surely of great import to him. If your lord wishes to provide us an escort,meh is free to do so. " Corlis was no stranger to politics, even if he preferred to avoid them. There is no threat in his voice, but it has the tone of one who expects to be obeyed, and never questioned a second time. To attempt to divert them once could be excused, but to do so after his intentions were stated, well, if Kilgannon wanted them displeased, that was an easy way to do it.

DrK

2014-08-01, 01:51 AM

The vox channel changes as a new speaker comes. Online. Astartes. Land on the bay please. I'm lord Kilgannon but my ship us grubby and not suitable fer the likes of you.
I shall meet you in the great hall in a standard hour. Till then please follow my mans landing vector".

The vox clicks off as the same voice as earlier again offers vectors to bay 4 on the Footfall asteroid. The holding a large sprawling complex with several small craft bay, defensive emplacements and what appears to be several arboretums under thick armourglass observation domes.

Toxic Mind

2014-08-01, 10:14 AM

"Your understanding does your dynasty credit." Corlis says as he clicks off the vox and changes his vector to bay 4. Corlis can play politics too. Yet he turns to his brothers in the Talon. "It seems as though he has a healthy desire to keep us off his ship, does it not?" Not damning proof, but certainly a dark portent. Still, Corlis and Jerza were locked into their course to meet with the Rogue Trader. The Chaplain, of course, was free to do as he wished, provided his activity took place before they reached the bay...

DrK

2014-08-02, 03:27 PM

An hour later the Storm raven having docked and the Astartes met by a trio of pipers and a well dressed quartet of servants and guards arrive in the great hall. Whether by chance or design most the holding sd been closed off the route they had taken. Only a series of closed bulkheads and empty corridors to greet them as the walked towards the hall. The walls of the holding filled with tapestries and murals of what must be ages of Kilgannon Lords in various heroic poses on a great series of unknown worlds.

THe great hall is rustic. Great walls of wooden logs imported at great expense dominate the room as a pair of massive gothic chandeliers filled with burning incense and glo lamps fill the vaulted space with a smoky illumination. A trio of great long trestle tables fill the central space, the table of honour atop a raise dais at the far end behind which a fire rages in a stone hearth. The walls are adorned with banners of victorious conquests and the stuffed heads of a range of strange xeno beasts and great fans of primitive weapons such as swords or polearms.

The hall is filled with ~50 or so people. Retainers, guests from Footfall and a dozen servants in neat tartan smocks serving roasted meat and glasses of something that the astartes nose picks out as fermented honey. At the top table the junior Lord Kilgannon sits at ease in a great stone throne, a hand gently resting on the hackles of massive wolf like xeno. The lord looks to be middle aged - though with rejuv treatments he could be anywhere up to mid 100's - with a great mane of brown hair and a long plaited beard. Dressed in a traditional gear with a green and black kilt and highland style he smiles and rises. A massive claymore as long as the man is tall resting on a stand behind the throne. "I bid ye welcome honoured guests. Though poorly met with yer armour and weapons aye?" His eyes coolly apprasiing the power armour and weaponry draped off the astartes. The man notably has maybe 2-3 armed guards visible, and those that you can see seem to be bearing ceremonial blades rather than heavy weapons. "What can we do fer ye? Is this about the rogue Lady Solanum eh? My brother contacted me to begin a formal complaint to the High Lords about her out of control piracy."

Toxic Mind

2014-08-02, 04:17 PM

Jerza steps forward. Though Corlis is the team leader, Jerza is Keeper, and the silvered Clavis on his arm bears mute witness to the fact that he, above almost all other Space Marines, even those of the Deathwatch, has been tested and not found wanting. To meet one of the Astartes would have guardsmen singing the Emperor's praises. A Keeper would have them on their knees in awe that their salvation had come from such an honored quarter. Jerza had stood before Commanders and Generals, demanded aid and received it, and on his order, worlds had perished. His face betrays nothing, though his helmet is secured at his side. Yet Jerza is annoyed somewhat. He had intended to deal directly with the man they encountered, not his brother, no matter the man's station. "We have come to ascertain the truth about such activities, and to settle this matter now, before those to whom we report become involved." The threat of the Inquisition's involvement was obvious. Jerza knew that Rogue Traders were fiercely independent, but before the Holy Ordos, even they could not stand. "Tell us the story as your brother told it to you. If you have nothing to hide, then you have nothing to fear from us." The skull-faced Chaplain behind Jerza made the implicit threat of what would happen if they did have something to hide very real.

ChronicLunacy

2014-08-02, 04:29 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard

++If he did not remember to rise and bid us welcome in his own arrogant, ill-mannered way, I would cut his tongue out for the disrespect. I pray we do not have to linger here. It offends me.++ the Chaplain privately voxxed to his battle brothers over earbeads or armor feeds as he turned his ever-present helmet's rictus grin upon the Junior Kilgannon. He preferred to allow Jerza or Corlis to answer, as they were slightly more tactful with these mortals. If left to his own devices, Rikkard might have slaughtered the entire room. As it was, he simply glowered, not yet having just cause to begin the cleansing. This level of paltry opulence, the worship of one's own wealth, the fact that he had yet to see a single devotional to the God-Emperor...it all made him want to raze it to the ground and burn everyone and everything in it.

So far he waited, but his patience was not endless.

Wyndeward

2014-08-02, 05:02 PM

Victor finished the conversation, exchanging pleasantries and gracefully exiting.

A second Astronomicon?? The very notion felt heretical. Something that equaled the power and the majesty of the God-Emperor of Mankind? Victor shook his head, filing that bit of information away for later consideration.

Victor returned to his duty post, still somewhat unsettled by the conversation. He returned to the Command deck to oversee some of the repairs to the flagship.

DrK

2014-08-03, 02:35 PM

Lord Kilgannon gestures to the chairs around his high table. "Sit, remove your helms. Eat, drink. I assure you, there is no risk here." Regardless of whether the Astartes sit or not he continues to chew on a massive hunk of fire roasted meat. "What I know you say... What I know is that my brother came out of the dammned warp looking fer an Imperial transport that had been attacked in our system and had a load of our men and cargo aboard her. No-one steals from the Kilgannon.

And what did he find eh? A pretty looking fleet of Solanum vessels all about to pirate the wee transport and loot her and kill our men. When he asked her to back off she refused eh! Cheeky wench. Then she had the affront to launch an atomic bomber at the transport and move into attack formation against my brother.

he pauses to take a great gulp of mead before continuing getting angry slightly. "she attacked pirating the transport, launching atomics and moving tae attack. We will complain to Lord Hax and see what he has to say eh? Now... a more interesting one, what are the astartes doing aboard her fleet?"

Hyrule

2014-08-03, 02:40 PM

Orvar was ill at ease. This man's brother had fired on them and now he claimed that Solanum was a pirate. And by saying that he implied that a son of Russ had become a pirate. He had the urge to leap at him and cut him down along with his so-called guards. But the Keeper was speaking. Orvar didn't know him very well yet but he did know that Gordian would do well. The bulkheads were closed and they had been herded to this place. There were more guards, that much was clear. But he was confident that the Astartes would fight their way out. He growled over the secure channel: "This is a trap. He will have his warriors hidden around here to beset us. Do not trust him and remain wary."

Smell TN 95 [roll0], re-roll if failed, [roll1]
Hearing TN 95 [roll2], re-roll if failed, [roll3]
Sight TN 95 [roll4], re-roll if failed, [roll5]
All use the Awareness skill.

Toxic Mind

2014-08-03, 02:53 PM

"It would interest you to know then, that the transport itself, along with all the armor and troops that it carried had fallen to the corruption of the warp. Lady Sollanum sacrificed her own men to attempt to retake it, an effort which proved to be both costly and ultimately futile. To prevent the transport from re-entering the warp, the decision was made to destroy it. Mounting a full assault against such fortifications would have been far too costly. It was not Lady Sollanum who made that decision, Lord Kilgannon. We did. Her methods, our choice. Your brother fired on the Lady's ships first, and given that her men as well as our squad were neck deep in heretics and daemons, she rightfully assumed, as did we all, that your brother was willfully in league with them. A claim I am sure he vehemently denies. Such as it is, we did manage to rescue some surviving members of the crew at the Lady's behest. Not prisoners, but honored guests."

Jerza and Corlis sat, though the food remained untouched. Corlis listened, and then spoke for the first time.

"Have you ever fought a daemon, Lord Kilgannon? Have you ever seen men whose minds are so broken by the Ruinous Powers that they lose all reason and turn their weapons on themselves, their brothers, and even the true servants of the Emperor?" The Raptor does not wait for a reply. "I have. And the only mercy to give such men is death so that their body and soul may be cleansed of the taint of the Warp. Our duty was done. Surely you do not mean to question OUR service to the Emperor?" The Space Marine's expression was cold and distant, and death shown in his eyes, a death seen for the long years of his service, ever present to the scions of the Raven Guard. "Brother-Chaplain Rikkard fought by my side and faced down a tank so corrupted by daemonic energy that all our weapons barely pierced its hide. And that was just one of the tanks, of which the manifest noted far more beneath the hold. Brother-Chaplain, if those tanks had reached an unwarare Imperial World, what would have been the outcome?"

Sub-vox messages crackled in both the marine's ears. Corlis was the first to respond. ++Stay your hands, but be prepared. If this is indeed a trap, we will render the Emperor's judgment on these heretics, but we must not make the first blow, no matter his provocations.++

DrK

2014-08-03, 03:22 PM

The hall is fairly quiet as the astartes speak but Kilgannon still lounges in an arrogant manner. "I have fought demons lord astartes. They fell to my blade as easy as the heretic and the traitor and the xeno that I have faced as we have carved out systems for the Lord Emperor. He smiles, "Can any of you make that claim eh?"

"Back to the fleets, well My brother was not offered the chance to sort his own ship out. I'm sure you fine astartes made an effort to find all the men that could be saved before Solanum annihilated the vessel. You say we fired first eh? Well why not after she launched fighters, atomics and activated targeting arrays scanning my brother's entire fleet.

We seek no grievance with astartes, especially not those of the Ordos Xenos." his eyes flickering towards the deathwatch markings, "We have always had good relations with Iron Knights amongst your kind. But mark me. And tell Lady solanum. This is not the end of this, she has cost a pair of vessels. We will have revenge for that insult."

Hyrule

2014-08-03, 03:52 PM

Orvar listened to the words and spoke to the others: "He wishes to take our secret words. He wishes to rended us speechless like pups. Without helmets we are vulnerable. We must refuse."

He then turned on the vox-grille of his helmet: "The wolf does not feast with those who speak ill of him. You say that Solanum is a pirate. But she is not. By saying that she is a pirate you say that we are pirates. That is an insult. You say that we have not carved out systems. I am of the Rout, we have carved out sector afer sector building the Imperium. My brothers are of the Raven Guard, the Black Templars, the Marines Errant. All of their chapters have fought wars beyond your understanding. All of us have fought more battles than your whole dynasty has seen. You will take back your words or I will force them back into your mouth so deep that your entrails will be filled with them."

Toxic Mind

2014-08-03, 06:03 PM

Jerza is Marine Errant, and no stranger to space battle. He has fought in space hulks, on death worlds, and stood before entire orkish hordes as the bore down on his position. To stain the honor of one contracted with the Deathwatch, no matter the history of her dynasty was one thing, but to do so to Astartes, and Deathwatch Veterans no less... Jerza smiles, but their is no warmth, only cold fury. He places his helmet on his head once more, the autosenses replacing his own. "I can see that we are done here. We have been spilling blood on worlds since before your father's father was a mewling babe, yet you question our experience. But rest assured, I will inform the Lady Sollanum of your words." Jerza bows, but there is no respect, only mockery in the gesture.

Corlis, his helmet never removed, simply stands. He draws his Stalker Pattern Bolter and holds it out. "This gun once took off the head of a Tyranid Hive Tyrant from 250 Meters. My Chapter Master told me that he only knew of 5 others in existence who could have made that shot. They say the shot is so quiet that the target never even hears their death coming. They simply... cease to exist." Corlis looks around the room at those assembled, some of which shy away from his gaze, as if to meet it would invite the death he so casually spoke of. "Honored guests. Good day." He turns to leave, and as he does, his auspex sweeps the room for threats. The idea that the Rogue Trader would dare seems ludicrous in itself, but Corlis has seen desperate men do far stupider things.

[roll0] vs 98 [auspex +auto senses]

Raunchel

2014-08-04, 04:45 AM

Livilla unfortunately wasn't present when the Space Marine came to visit, she was busy with making her confessions to her personal priest. She prayed for the Emperor's forgiveness for any errors that she might have made and for the strenght to utterly destroy the renegade Kilgannon. And of course to take his holdings, she believes in doing His work, but prefers it if there are profits involved, her profits, and they should be rising. Always rising.

After the prayers she is visited by her architects and shipwrights to discuss the repairs of the fleet. Things are going well, for the captured cruiser no new launch bays could be found, and if the negotiations go as planned, the ships will soon be fitted out to make war on the Emperor's enemies. All the important parts of the Demeter have survived the battle, the protective systems surrounding the monuments of her family have done their work well.

Depending on the commerce skill of the local traders The Restoration(Dictator) will have found all components except the new launch bays. The repairs will last for [roll0] days. Then the ship will have been sufficiently repaired to be moved to a better port to finish the whole repairs thing. The repairs are made on the Repulse.

The Redoubtable(Destroyer) will gain all the needed parts, and depending on the commerce skill of the local traders she will be fully repaired in [roll1] days. Then she will also be ready for action.

The Revenge (Lomond) will be fully repaired in 40 days. Then she will also have a crew and all that.

The Demeter has had five hull points repaired and her crew now consists of 3 elite and 99 veterans, bringing the crew rating to 60,29412.

The Astartes have left again, and she reads Belkewi's report. Apparently the Lomond's crew believed that they were well withing their rights to engage her, probable deceived by their dark masters. These rumours about chaos raiders however are troubling, and they might be allies of the Kilgannon's. They probably are. The renegades just are a front for the vile darkness that broods in the warp. Why else would they employ vile sorcery and open fire without provocation. She has made up her mind about the matter, she will not show restraint, she will not show mercy. She will hunt down their fleet and sweep every last ship from the void, and when that is done she will destroy their monuments, light their worlds like giant pyres to purge all the heresies that linger there and to free the poor slaves. If it is a war that they want, it is a war that they will get. A war without mercy, a war without respite. She has the support of His Angels after all.

Much works remains to be done however. The negotiations are tedious. She expects a trap when she leaves, there are two enemy ships here in port, but she can't yet afford to destroy them at anchor, even though the longing is there. The pilots are maintaining strong patrols around the resting fleet, and all the ships are kept at a state of readiness. She knows that the enemy ships were harmed, but she doesn't know how many more they have. They will now be prepared to fight her, and the losses will be great.

Which reminds her of another duty, a more joyous one. Promotions. Lieutenant Tibbet has proven herself during the last operations and will be made flight marshal of the Demeter bomber wings because the old flight marshal went missing in action. The Demeter's First Lieutenant, Claudia Pulcher, would be promoted to captain of the Redoubtable, Serdynage Hastur would gain command of the Revenge in recognition of her services as commander of the bomber wings of the Demeter, captain Irono Falsetti of the Renown would be promoted to captain of the Restoration with his former command going to his first officer, Reamon Thalsin. She loves the ceremony, it makes her feel important, and of course, it shows her growing power. The refits are expensive, but in the end they will pay out, especially when the Kilgannon's have finally been utterly destroyed.

After the promotions there is the dinner that she promised to her ranking officers. All the captains are present, along with several other senior staff. It takes place in one of her dining rooms which was designed to show her family's great wealth. The roof that is formed by a dome is held up by columns of columns of lapis lazuly. The dome is decorated with a mosaic of gold and gemstones, showing the Emperor being worshipped by great saints. Between the columns there are statues standing over the arches of the doors. There are five of them, each showing one of the Grand Virtues: Zeal, Faith, Obedience, Purity and Duty. Between them there are finely carved statues of cherubim and lesser saints. Each of the doors is solid bronze, showing scenes of the lifes of the saints.

Livilla sits at the round agate table which was inlaid with the white five-leaved Solanum flower in larimar. Her chair is like a throne, carved from the tusk of a Remarian Mangler. The detailing is of the finest kind and shows symbols of death and servitude to the Emperor. The other chairs are slighly simpler, ivory like her own and with similar designs. Along the walls servants in white liveries stand ready to attend to her guests.

Breadstick

2014-08-04, 09:51 AM

Septimus Solanum walked across his mighty ship. It was damaged but that could be fixed. Magos Delwar was supervising all the work while he headed to the bays. To come to the dinner.

Repulse needs four tests at TN 95 to make full repairs. [roll0], [roll1], [roll2], [roll3]

Resistance also needs four tests at TN 95 to make full repairs. [roll4]

After arriving in the hall Septimus bows to the lady: "Milady, may I congratulate you on another grand victory?"

ChronicLunacy

2014-08-04, 12:50 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard

The Chaplain never sat. Many Space Marines didn't unless they were forced to out of some decorum in such a place as this. Your standard Astartes could fall asleep on his feet, eyes open, if he ever slept in the first place. More than that, sitting down with these wretches and fools would be a stain upon his honor. He didn't know how Corlis and Jerza bore it. Likewise, his skull-faced helm remained on as it always did, even amongst the company of his Deathwatch brothers. He was an instrument of the Emperor's divine glory. He had given up a face for that purpose. To ask him to remove the skull helm was ridiculous.

"Brother-Chaplain Rikkard fought by my side and faced down a tank so corrupted by daemonic energy that all our weapons barely pierced its hide. And that was just one of the tanks, of which the manifest noted far more beneath the hold. Brother-Chaplain, if those tanks had reached an unaware Imperial World, what would have been the outcome?"

"Death by the thousands, if not millions." the Chaplain estimated. "Massed firepower could have even destroyed a hive city if they managed to get in range of one." he said dispassionately. "And those paltry machines are nothing compared to the other foul creatures that serve the powers of Chaos. Who knows what else might have lain dormant in that ship's hold...?" he trailed off.

Sub-vox messages crackled in both the marine's ears. Corlis was the first to respond. ++Stay your hands, but be prepared. If this is indeed a trap, we will render the Emperor's judgment on these heretics, but we must not make the first blow, no matter his provocations.++

The Chaplain replied to the private message with a single click of his helmet vox, indicating assent and readiness.

The hall is fairly quiet as the astartes speak but Kilgannon still lounges in an arrogant manner. "I have fought demons lord astartes. They fell to my blade as easy as the heretic and the traitor and the xeno that I have faced as we have carved out systems for the Lord Emperor. He smiles, "Can any of you make that claim eh?"

"Back to the fleets, well My brother was not offered the chance to sort his own ship out. I'm sure you fine astartes made an effort to find all the men that could be saved before Solanum annihilated the vessel. You say we fired first eh? Well why not after she launched fighters, atomics and activated targeting arrays scanning my brother's entire fleet.

We seek no grievance with astartes, especially not those of the Ordos Xenos." his eyes flickering towards the deathwatch markings, "We have always had good relations with Iron Knights amongst your kind. But mark me. And tell Lady solanum. This is not the end of this, she has cost a pair of vessels. We will have revenge for that insult."

That was almost too much for the Chaplain. The only thing keeping him from removing the "lord's" head and crushing it under his boot was the fact that he was too well-disciplined to act without his Team Leader's order. That didn't stop him from speaking, however. As the others went to leave, the Chaplain approached the junior Kilgannon with silent menace. As he approached, the full extent of the difference between an Astartes' seven to eight foot height and a even a tall human's was put into stark contrast. The red lenses of his skull helm glared down at the man. "You may have fought lesser daemon spawn, or mutants you mistook for them, but I promise you, child, you have never fought anything like a greater daemon. Or, for that matter, like us. If you had, you would not be alive to boast about it." he rumbled. "You speak to warriors who have been crusading across the void for millenia, to whom your arrogant claims are but the crying of an infant with no inkling of his proper place."

"You will do two things now." the Chaplain continued. "You will remove these blasphemous icons to your family's own vanity and replace them with statues, prayer scrolls, and proper items of devotion to the God-Emperor. This place is distressingly bare of good and honest worship." he growled. "I do not even see the blessed aquila upon your person, displayed openly with love and fealty as it should be."

"Second, you will call your brother. You will advise him to make contact with the Lady Solanum. He will go aboard her command ship, get on his knees, and offer her his sword in abject apology for his actions. If he does so, all can be forgiven and your two dynasties can go forward in peace, working together for the greater glory of the Imperium instead of useless personal pride or awards or another...piece of fabric to add to your collection."

Then, the Chaplain removed his combat knife from the sheath on his waist. He looked over its pure, untarnished silver for a moment, but did not brandish it threateningly yet. "You, boy, will bring this back to me when all of this is done." he instructed. "If you do not..." he paused to ram the blade straight through the thick, wooden table that the lordling sat at, putting it all the way through so that the shining point of it appeared out of the bottom. "...I will come back to retrieve it."

Instructions clear, the Chaplain turned his back on Kilgannon the Younger and stomped out with his brothers.

DrK

2014-08-05, 02:40 PM

The Astartes

The man listens to the Chaplin's rant with a slight smile. Perhaps one tinged with a hint of worry but if he is he controls it well. The men beside him doing less well as they quail before the skull face chaplin.*

As the chaplin leaves the young Lord rises, a sharp metallic sound banging on the stone as he throws the knife across the floor of the chamber to stop by Rikkard's feet. "Chaplin. You should take it with you. The next time my Brother sets eyes upon the Lady Solanum it will be her on her knees... or her back" the last with a leer "This a matter between our dynasties. I shall leave you to continue you *millenia long crusade.."., the emphasis on millenia clearly where doubts your age and experience. As he finishes he gives a slight bow, before throwing back his horn of drink and striding towards an exit at the back of the chamber. One of his assistants gathering up the long blade from its rest to follow his master.*

The chamber is silent, eerily so. As the guests are frozen in fear, waiting to see how the astartes would react. The clash of wills between the Astartes and a Warrant Holder from an ancient and powerful House a terrifying thing to witness.*

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Footfall. The fleet lies in orbit save for the battered hulks of the destroyer and the Dictator that lie in the cradles at the docks surrounded by a fleet of small craft. The negotiations are long and protracted and Livillia quickly realises that that if she remains to quibble with the thieves and disreputable scum here she will be here for weeks. As it is the initial negotiations still take more than a*week.*The scrapyards and merchants grow fat and rich as the Solanum finances are rapidly stretched to breaking by the frantic shipbuilding.

A week later the command crew assembled in the beautiful chambers on the Demeter can enjoy the promotions and ceremonies organised by the Lady Captain...

Negotiations...
For the ~30 repair checks that will require Livillia to be there for them. It part of the requirement for making commerce checks. So she'd have to stay in port for all those weeks. Or she can just default to the crew rating making checks after 3-4 weeks.

The repairs on the Dictator after 5 weeks i.e. 25 hull integrity (and in the interest of being fair parallel repairs on Lomond and Destroyer) drain Footfall of all their supplies to hand. You will have to either find a new planet to complete repairs or wait for a long time until they get more supplies in.

Acquisition tests....
Typically I allow ~3 tests before the multiple acquisition rules kick in.
And on the components you've forgotten to include the "component type" modifiers. (-30 for war, -20 for aethrics, -10 for power).
- that makes for example the Bombardment cannon a base -80 test, then the cumulative penalties for multiple acquisitions have to be factored in. Your dynasty just doesn't have the resources to outfit multiple warships at the same time.*

For some, particularly the rarer ones there is also the time element to source the object, which can be significant for very rare items

Have a think and we can sort it out in the OOC thread

Toxic Mind

2014-08-05, 05:42 PM

Corlis puts a hand on Rikkard's shoulder, obstinately a show of support, but to restrain the Chaplain from doing anything rash all the same. They came here under promise of peace, and would leave under the same. Yet this Lordling refused to leave well enough alone. "I assume you keep your Warrant close by, so that all may know the truth of your claim, my Lord." The title is more mockery than honorific. "Yet the universe is a fickle place, and anyone could claim to be part of your dynasty. Without such proof, how would we determine the legitimacy of their claim?" Corlis shrugs. "No matter. I'm sure it won't be a problem. Yet I can't help but wonder. After all, the Void is such a dangerous place. A Rogue Trader without proof of his right is little more than a pirate as you say. But where are my manners? We were just leaving, and I'm sure you care little for the idle thoughts of a warrior."

The threat was clear enough for anyone with the brain to see it. Whatever their claims towards Livila Solanum, she at least always had her warrant with her. Between the two brothers, there was only one warrant, which meant one or the other had no proof of his claim. And without such proof, what could stay the Astartes from ending him there and then?

Raunchel

2014-08-06, 03:48 AM

Around the dome above Livilla there is an inscription, saying: "Collaudere Imperatoris Divinum Solae Advectio Divitiae Est" She extends her hand to Septimus to be kissed and replies: :"Thank you, but I must congratulate you on the superb handling of your ships, and wish to express my great gratitude for your bravery in action."

For those who are wondering, it means: The only purpose of wealth is to praise the divine Emperor.

At the same time Simangele is busy looking for information about the Kilgannons. She has disguised herself as a minor trader, to prevent being fed false information by any agents they might have around this place. She will use this to verify the information she got from her captives. And to find any rumour she could use of course.

Interrogation of the prisoners: [roll0] TN 93. She wants to know about the ships that Kilgannon has, the defenses of the worlds he controls, their locations, basically all the strategic information. She will do this on several prisoners in a row, she has the time after all. So I can do more rolls as well.
Inquiry to find out about the Kilgannons: [roll1] TN 115
Common Lore(Koronus Expanse) on the Kilgannons: [roll2] TN 70
Disguise: [roll3] TN 135

Hyrule

2014-08-06, 05:10 AM

Orvar's blood was boiling. To be insulted like this while under truce was terrible. But he would follow orders: "There is no such thing as a truce with a traitor. I am sworn to destroy any of those I meet, and this certainly is one. I am not one for sophistry and fine words but my saga will contain this man's death along with that of his brother. They are traitors and I will see them dead. They have their throats bared believing that we are too weak to bite. But we are not. Give the order and their souls will flee their bodies."

Outwardly nothing was visible of this emotion as it was hidden by the blank face of the helmet. Orvar no longer spoke out loud. He couldn't bring himself to retain a hint of pleasantry. The next thing this man would hear from him would be his howl as he charged.

DrK

2014-08-07, 04:39 PM

Kilgannon Estate

Despite Corlis's words the young Lord strides out of the back of the room leaving the Astartes with the rest of the minor functionaries and various nobilities of Footfall who cower in fear from the astartes...

Demeter

The young interrogator's inquiries and small torture manage to extract some additional information although the junior ranking of many of them limits the amount of the secret information she is able to obtain.
- Kilgannon Dynasty- Ancient Dynasty descended from the some of the 1st colonies on Europa and Ganamyede
- Its rich, powerful and influential
- Lord Kilgannon, the current Holder of the Warrant is arrogant and powerful and in his mid 300's. He has spent fortunes outfitting ships to explore and tame the Expanse seeking to become the next Winterscale.
- He had a military background serving for 65 years in Battlefleet Calixis
- One of his titles is Governer of the Serpentis system where he is slowly opening up a major trade route with the super dense metals produced by the binary star system. Exports however have almost ceased however 12 years ago, save for the tithes to the Imperium that are paid in full.
- He has strong links to both the Imperial Navy and the Ecclesiarchy
- The Serpentis system is a large system with a binary star system and 5 habitable planets, several lunar colonies although details are sketchy as most trade vessel are met at Serpentis IV the main planet and not allowed further into the system.
- Rumours are that he possesses a sizeable army spread amongst the dominion planets
- His fleet comprises some 5 capital ships (lt.cruiser and above), about ten escorts of various size and a dozen or so transports although many of these will be busy carrying out his orders at one time.

Toxic Mind

2014-08-07, 05:56 PM

"We must meet with our contact. There is nothing more for us here. This human will receive the reward for his arrogance soon enough." Corlis turns and heads back to the Talon to find the Deathwatch contact in Footfall and report his findings.

ChronicLunacy

2014-08-08, 09:39 AM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/640x480q90/820/jge9.jpg Chaplain Rikkard

A brave servant returned the Chaplain's combat knife to him and he left without another word. Kilgannon the Younger would need a tombstone, he ruminated. But what to write on it? "Please Kill Me, Black Templar!" seemed a bit too vulgar, if not inaccurate. Maybe if he carved it into the stone in High Gothic it might sound better.

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http://imageshack.com/a/img853/6567/crp6w.jpg Captain Solomon Graves

Meanwhile, Captain Graves and Captain Harcourt were on their way to their dinner with the high-level fleet personalities, hosted by Sol's triumphant cousin, the Lady Solanum herself. Sol was dressed appropriately in his dress uniform, rather than his combat armor, but as was only expected he kept several "active deterrents" hidden on his person. The only obvious weapon was the masterfully crafted, gilded power sword displayed prominently on his hip as a sign of his office as ship captain. His comrade Captain wore a similar dress uniform and chainsword, though she'd made the effort to pin her hair up rather than allow it to remain free and unruly as she usually did on the bridge of Fearful Symmetry. They arrived arm in arm, having no more reason to hide their occasional dalliances as they were no longer part of the regular battlefleet and could not be punished for fraternization. The gold and silver servitor at the grand entrance to the audience hall announced their arrival to all in attendance in a bass monotone.

"Captains Solomon Graves and Lucrezia Harcourt, of His Divine Majesty's Ships Scathing Retort and Fearful Symmetry, most recently of Battlefleet Obscurus, honored veterans of the Calixis Campaign, defenders of the Cadian Gate, destroyers of the hated Space Pirates of Minos Corva..."

It went on like that for some time.

Hyrule

2014-08-08, 09:45 AM

Orvar
"Brothers, we shall return here soon, and we will feast to celebrate our victory afterwards. These traitors deserve nothing, only death and the last they will ever see will be our helmets and the last they hear their own screams of terror. We will destroy them and we will not honour their dead. They don't deserve such a thing. Let us armour ourselves for war and tell the Rogue Trader to help us as well as she can."

Toxic Mind

2014-08-08, 05:56 PM

http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/150x100q90/819/dqwyo.jpg Corlis Vahn

Corlis looks to Orvar. "Go with Jerza, and report to the Lady-Captain what has transpired here. I will take the Chaplain with me to meet our contact. Maintain vox contact. As of now, Footfall is hostile territory." Corlis returns to the Stormraven, and quickly enough has deposited Orvar and the Apothecary back on the Sollanum flagship. He then goes quickly to the arranged meeting point with the Chaplain, taking the Stormraven with him.

http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/images/280574/apothecary.jpg Jerza Gordian

Jerza says little, simply voxing the Lady-Captain as they board the flagship. "Lady-Captain, we have returned from our meeting with the Kilgannon." The omission of the title is surely not lost on Livila. "The outcome is likely of some interest to you. Where shall we meet?"

Raunchel

2014-08-10, 02:50 PM

Livilla awaits the Deathwatch in the gardens reserved for her family. She sits at a black marble construction, on top of which a statue of a praying girl is surrounded by hooded figures, each of whom holds a plate bearing a name. They read: "Black Celebration, Goeben Helix, Antivari, Sarych, Dogger Bank, Skagger, Thiol and Duran." Each of the plates bears one of these names in golden script. The construction is a tomb, belonging to Impereraphilia Solanum, who reigned for just seven years more than two thousand years ago. When the Astartes approach the lady Solanum bows, "Greetings, I welcome you, honoured warriors of the Emperor. I am curious to hear what you found in the traitor's nest."

Toxic Mind

2014-08-10, 04:17 PM

If Jerza is impressed or even aware of the Garden's beauty, he does not show it. He relays his tale of their meeting, from the diverted transport, to their attempts at diplomacy, and finally Kilgannon's threats and bluster. He mentions the sealed off passageways, and the obvious attempt to keep something hidden. There is no anger, as such wanton displays of emotion would be unbecoming. Simply facts, delivered with the same surgical precision he would use on treating a wound.

Hyrule

2014-08-11, 05:34 AM

Orvar has taken his helm off to show that he isn't here to fight. When Kilgannon is mentioned he bares his fangs, growling: "He is a traitor. He insulted us and placed his own fame above the Emperor. We were there under truce, or I would have torn out his throat. We have to make a plan to hunt him and that brother of his."

Raunchel

2014-08-11, 08:01 AM

Livilla Solanum
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"I thank you for this information and assure you that everything is being done to ensure the complete destruction of these heretics. Currently a strike on the enemt holdings here is being planned. For this it will be necessary to become aware of the actual defenses, and of course the loyalties of the most powerful groups here. If it comes to it, I will purge this entire station of any hint of treachery and heresy. Should this prove to be too large an obstacle, Footfall is merely a station, and I command a proper fleet. I would be willing to reduce all this to ashes in the void.

Other than that a strike will be prepared on the Serpentis system, held by the traitors. They have stopped all exports twelve years ago, and have not allowed ships access there. That probably means that they are building up for secession. The coincidence with these heretical raiders is too great, and it is likely that they have allied with such dark powers. We need more information, and power, to properly exterminate them. I am not a warlike person, the mere idea of fighting others who should be obedient to their emperor is abhorent to me, but there can be no mercy. The intention of this campaign will be the complete destruction of the Kilgannon dynasty and any who serve them. As the Emperor commanded us to do. Any spoils of course will be a welcome addition, like the recently taken ships, as they will be recommissioned in the service of the Emperor.

This leaves us with a simple plan of action. First of all the newly acquired ships will be worked up and prepared for a war, secondly, we will prepare to strike at the local Kilgannon assets, and finally we will start a campaign to completely destroy the heretics."

Livilla explains calmly, although she is intimidated by the Astartes. She has chosen this place because her distant predecessor had fought a series of fleet engagements, and won every one of them. In truth of course she was only a figurehead due to her age, but still. This is war and she will need all the help she can get.

simangele Belkewi
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At the same time Simangele Belkewi walks through Footfall, disguised as a simple mercenary, but with a series of weapons hidden on her person, as well as a pair of obvious old laspistols. She doesn't seem to be very wealthy, or interesting for that matter, but she does speak with a lot of people. Working them for the information that she is after. She would rather have remained on the Demeter to enjoy her luxuries, but this is too important, she doesn't want any undue attention and if she is completely honest, it is nice to be actually doing something for a change. But she wouldn't admit that of course.

She not only wants to find information, she wants informants. A network to keep her updated on anything happening here. For that she will need several handlers in the port. Each of these will believe that they are the only one reporting to her, and she will makethem belief that she works for different organizations. Three are to think that she is an inquisitor, another that she represents the Carthex Agreement, two work for the Hastur Cartel, one for the Vartul Clan, two for another inquisitor and a last one actually works for the Solanum Dynasty, but he in fact isn't very reliable and will mostly be fed fake information to be given to their enemies.

The work is hard, it requires money, faith and Simangele's strongest point, her understanding of weakness. These handlers will each be setting up or using their own networks to do the Emperor's work, or the work of their coin. The work and the changing disguises will keep her busy for some time, but the further she gets, the more she comes to enjoy her old work.

DrK

2014-08-11, 02:32 PM

At some point in the weeks of being in port

The towering mechanicum pistons and pumps were near deafening in the industrial bowels of the Footfall. The contact, a well placed merchant in one of the Footfall Guilds owed a great family debt to the Ordos Xenos and the marines had been given the codes to contact him.

Shrouded in a cheap cloak and flanked by a pair of of heavily armed construction servitors festooned with buzzing saw blades and spinning drills he bowed low. "My Lord Astartes. I was commanded to render to you any assistance that you desired? What would you have me do?" As he spoke he handed over his identicard allowing Corlis to interrogate the details to confirm that he was indeed who he was supposed to be.

After ~ 2 weeks in Port

During her routine status updates on the repairs for the fleet Simangelee is interrupted in her quiet but beautifully appointed office where she works under a great gold Aquilla. The scribe bows low, long scribe tines dangling like tendrils from his fingers as he proffers her a thick scroll of the most recent updates on the crew's health and status. "Apologies my Lady. the week's status report. 2 crewmen killed in maintenance accidents, 1 in a drunken fight during underdeck gambling. 88 admitted to the medicae bays with minor injuries, 12 serious, 2 likely being candidates for servitor augmentation to serve in engineering. 44 crew have been quarantined with ailments. 3 of a veneral designation so awaiting moral judgements from their department commissariat. 388 crew are under disciplinary review, only 12 of a serious nature,including the murderer of a crewmate. I am compiling their files for you to pass judgement on tomorrow. Finally a further 23 crewmen are unaccounted for currently. As is standard their details have been circulated through the fleet with an detain on sight order for ship's armsmen. Is there anything else I can do for you Milady?"

Toxic Mind

2014-08-11, 03:41 PM

Corlis looks over the man's credentials, ensuring their authenticity. [roll0] vs 68 Once assured, he relayed the series of instructions. Contact the Deathwatch command, and relay to them the outcome of the meeting, which Corlis relayed to the man. He then told the man to relay his suspicions as well, that the Kilgannons were hiding someing from the Inquisition, though it was unclear if it was a pact with those who followed the ruinous powers, or Xenos collusion, or something worse. Then to ask for further orders regarding the Lady Solanum and her conflict with the Kilgannon. Corlis bade the man to do this all with all haste. [roll1] vs 79

Wyndeward

2014-08-11, 05:30 PM

Victor made his way through what passed for the respectable quarters of the city, eventually reaching his destination, the building that passed for his House's center on Footfall. Once there, he discusses the need for information on the Kilgannon faction, the location of an "evil" Astronomicon and the politics of the House.

Raunchel

2014-08-12, 08:57 AM

Simangele looks over the lists of missing crew. It immediately is obvious to her, they have been kidnapped to gain information. Such a crude method, but it can work. Any that comes back later than expected might have received conditioning, those things take time, but infil-traitors can do a lot of damage. She leans back on the comfortable chair. All the money where she's from couldn't buy such a thing, and here she sits now, a hive girl, wealthy beyond measure. It makes her smile before she turns back to the work at hand. She gives orders to apprehend any of the crewmen that are missing, to be brought to the brig gor interrogation by her or her close associates.

Livilla keeps telling her that she is the one who has to do all those difficult things, but the girl doesn't seem to appreciate the work that Simangele does to maintain order. The girl mostly seems to spend her days by sitting around and enjoying herself. Once she would ahve been jealous, but not anymore, when it comes down to it Livilla can always be removed and one of her young cousins can succeed her. But she turns back to the matter at hand. The missing crew. She has her operators send signals to several of the handlers to find out what happened, and more specifically, who did it. After sending these covert orders she starts to wonder how many riches there are in this station.

DrK

2014-08-12, 03:59 PM

Astartes

The man nods at the towering Astartes. "Yes my lord. I will report your words without pause and seek clarification for your next steps. At once my lord." Before with no further requirements from Corlis he leaves through the clouds of swirling steam and a billowing toxic yellow fog clouds. The massive servitors chugging and a clanking behind him.

Once Corlis returns to the docked Demeter he receives a coded message on a private Deathwatch frequency. The Thunderhawk would be arriving within 6 hours aboard the approaching House Chorda dynasty frigate Gold Hawk. Sure enough, some 6 hours later the Rogue Trader vessel enters the cloud of docks and other chartist and Rogue Trader vessels docked at Footfall. A thunderhawk in jet black bursting from her hold and streaking towards the Demeter seeking permission to land....

Toxic Mind

2014-08-12, 04:22 PM

For their part, Corlis and Jerza were waiting for the Thunderhawk, having been appraised of its approach. The Stormraven was a trusty craft, but to have the Thunderhawk as a support vessel would significantly improve their chances of success.

Cyberius

2014-08-14, 08:08 PM

As Xavier boarded the Thunderhawk he secured his equipment and wished a farewell to the few of the crew brave enough to have gotten to know him. Not that there was much time as he spent most of his time alone preparing for his upcoming mission. He knew he would need more than dossiers on his kill team brothers but that didn't stop him from smiling at the way things had gone so far. He knew he would need to prove himself and relished an opportunity to do so. Not leading was a choice he made after a tragic mistake many long years ago, one leading him to become more isolated. While hey is more than capable of independence, he is currently hesitant to take the responsibility of other Marines into his own hands. But after a century of building, studying, and repairing the machines of mankind and xenos, he's ready once again to apply those skills more directly. Only through service and sacrifice may the Omnnisiah grace him.

A massive hulking frame of the darkest skin that seems to absorb light and fuel his glowing fiery eyes. Most can't find their tongue around him so it's often up to Xavier to lighten the mood and show he is human. This is of course unnecessary for most followers of the Machine Cult as they instantly recognize his Mechanicus implants and praise his less than human traits. Still, having grown up as a leader and role model in his community among the inhabitants of Nocturne, he knows how to deal with ordinary citizens and values them equally, knowing he may be called to lay down his life for them or go out of his way to protect and minimize civilian casualties. This may be at odds with some of his Space Marine brothers, but he won’t let them get in the way of what he feels is right.

Still a man of science and logic, he represents the Mechanicus and Imperium equally, as evidenced by the symbols on his Omnissian rod. His armor proudly displays his Promethean Cult Sigils masterfully inscribed onto armor that’s older than he, yet is better maintained than most STC equipment produced in the last few centuries.

Barely fiting into place with his Atlas jump pack, mechanical looking wings of unknown origin, to most, that makes him look like a dragon and instill fear into his enemies. Armor Sigils of Fiery flames and his unique Salamander Hyde mantle leave little to guess about his intentions in battle. Preferring close combat when advantageous, but recognizing the value of striking from a distance. He brings the fiery flames of his home world Nocturne to cleanse and purify the chaos and heresy wherever he encounters it.

While fully self-reliant and capable on his own, Xavier is smart enough to know that he can't do everything alone. While he is no stranger to battle and sacrifice, as marked by the unseen ritual scaring that sits beneath his armor and clothing. He can't help but anticipate the glory of action. To finally leave the forges again, to leave the libraries and common tools of a forge master and return to the front lines is something he has eagerly awaited. He desires self discovery and exploration, but after having spent enough time in the DW, he knows he is not as prepared as he'll need to be if he is to discover and unlock the secrets of his Primarch’s legacy. He hopes to learn from his brothers and hopes to share his own knowledge and expertise to everyone's benefit.

Braced to his left forearm a small peculiar device with ancient looking tubes and connections running to the back of his armor where a Promethean fuel tank sits, mixed with an Astrates toxin, making it even deadlier. Mag locked to his left thigh is a melta Conflaguration pistol designed by a legend in his chapter for the DW ages ago and often preferred by Salamanders in the DW. No space marine would be complete without his bolter and Xavier prefers the close range and ferocity of a Storm bolter, while leaving bigger and more distant jobs to the ancient conversion beamer on his back that is only ever issued to TechMarines because of its volatile machine spirits.

Besides the tools that slay enemies of the Imperium, Xavier carries a host of other tools that aid him in his field work. This could be diagnosing and repairing armor, translating an alien language, or patching up another marine with his med-kit.

As the pilot indicates their imminent arrival aboard the Demeter, Xavier stows away his copy of “The Tome of Fire.” He’s spent too long being idle. He is ready to begin. He is ready for redemption. He’s ready for the company of his brother Space Marines. He enters a trance, steeling himself or what lies ahead. It's a new chance.

"I will not fail"

Toxic Mind

2014-08-14, 08:22 PM

As the Thunderhawk lands, Corlis is waiting. And as Xavier is revealed, Corlis simply nods once in greeting. He notes the Salamander Chapter Markings on the Techmarine. He found Salamanders in the past amicable enough, if sometimes too eager to sacrifice themselves for a cause. "Brother. I am Corlis Vahn, and this is Apothecary Gordian. Have you been briefed on the situation?"

Hyrule

2014-08-15, 07:34 AM

The Space Wolf smiled at his new brother and grasped him in a warrior's hug. "Welcome, brother."

It was good to have another brother in the pack, they were going to war and only together would the pack be strong enough to destroy all enemies.

Cyberius

2014-08-15, 09:10 PM

Xavier steps down, embracing his brothers while sizing them up. He would need to work with them before he could fully trust their capacity and leadership, but for now he trusted the people who put them together and he knew they were above reproach.

"I have been briefed. I am eager to begin our task as soon as we have established our next course of action."

As he spoke he couldn't help but view their armor and equipment with an even closer eye, instantly trying to recognize signs of craftsmanship, condition, and origin. He knew that men such as these would be veterans and wield unique relics whose spirits he was just as eager to commune with.

"It's been a long journey. I would like to pay my respects to our host and then make sure my gear is secured and operational. I will examine our teams gear and familiarize myself with the necessary support staff. Can you relay the necessary Vox frequencies and access codes I will need. Additionally I will need to upload some algorithms to our teams Vox links to add auditory filters. I trust you can arrange the necessary time before we head planetside. "

Toxic Mind

2014-08-15, 09:35 PM

"It will be done." Corlis knew the techmarine would at least be helpful in the upkeep and maintenance of his terminator armor, an ancient relic. He transmitted the frequencies and ciodes, and showed Xavier the cargo bay that had been given to them to maintain their armor and weapons. The Techmarine might be able to suggest improvements, at the very least.

Raunchel

2014-08-18, 04:48 AM

Simangele remains hard at work, trying to identify who is targeting the crew, gaining information and of course, enjoying herself. For now she focuses on finding who the local power players are, what they have to offer and what they could want. The two Kilgannon ships that are in port here have to be destroyed, that much is clear. But the question is how. For that she will need to know the extent of the defenses of this port, and how they are divided. Luckily, being in port for such a time gives the perfect opportunity for such things as the rebuilt squadrons are being worked up. Casualties have been really light, but those details will remain unknown, so extended patrols of formations of small craft will be possible, especially when the traditions of the station are taken into account. Whole wings of fighters and bombers circle the port, all of them announced of course. They are training manouvering as a formation, and have been instructed to not show their full skill yet. The enginseers have received other instructions as well, they are to fully map the station and to identify any fixed defenses and ships that are in port, including all possible details. The focus of course will be, by pure coincidence, near the Kilgannon holdings which will not be approached too closely of course. At the same time she fishes for information from her new networks, she will have to present Livilla with a full update, so this war can be won quickly. As soon as she knows enough she will call a full meeting with all commanding officers to work out a proper plan.

I think a command test for the flyers: [roll0] TN 115(not including modifiers for the small craft or anything like that.)

And inquiry: [roll1] TN 115

All of it now focused on the local defenses and ships. The more we know the better.

Cyberius

2014-08-18, 12:53 PM

Xavier enters the cargo hold taking stock up of what's available and what tools or equipment he might need to maintain the kill teams Armour and weapons. While doing so he inquires about the contact Clovis met with.

While the destruction of any tainted machine spirits and heretics is necessary he wants to asses the extent first hand if possible.

"I would like permission to scout and asses the enemies' positions and heavy armor tactics. Perhaps an agent could infiltrate. They haven't met me. I could pose as a Chaos marine, my skills would certainly be needed at such a time. If I were to make it into their stronghold then I could map out key installations and high value targets.

Regardless, our best element will be surprise. A diversion to draw them away from our real targets. By the time they figure out what we are doing, it will be too late. If by some chance we are able to salvage untainted equipment and minimize innocent casualties, then it would be to our advantage, both militarily and politically as we manage the fallout."

"Additionally we must be prepared to deal with demons. We have to take precautions to arm and ward ourselves. Perhaps the chaplain has more insight into dameonolgy. If not, surely there are those in the fleet who might have unique knowledge in these matters.

DrK

2014-08-19, 01:03 PM

The interrogator's inquiries prove fruitful in some cases. Interacting discreetly with Liege Tanthus Moross his contacts amongst the criminal element on Footfall are quick to find all but 5 of the "missing" crewmen. All of whom had fled the ship in the way that many of the press ganged crew do. Two sadly died while being apprehended but the rest now reside in the brig awaiting an officer's judgement on whether they can be "saved" or if their taint will damage the morale of the crew. Of the 5, 2 more are known to be dead. Bodies spotted by a sharpeyed gunner aboard a starhawk as he practiced his formation flying, their bodies floating in the boneyard - the dumping ground for waste and refuse where the truly desperate in patched together void suits try and salvage what they can.

Other figures of power that Simangelee sensds inquiries to include Vladym Toraca head of the powerful Kasballica trading cartel, and the gateway into a vast selection of illegal goods, cold traders and peddlars of halo artifacts and particularly eldar xeno trade. One she avoids is Calcus "The fist", the current leader of the Black Brotherhood - the nest of narco-tribes and pirates that occupy the spire. Preacher Ywanem, head of the Drusian order on Footfall was more helpful - but sadly had nothing but positive words to say about the Kilgannon holdings "The Lord Kilgannon is most generous you see. He allows the missionaries more or less free passage aboard his traders and often gives food and and supplies to the Mission here to help support us... Once we had that problem with the Black Brotherhood, but the Lord Kilgannon sorted that right out and they haven't bothered us since..". Seeking help from Watch station 23 was not helpful, the Imperial Commander stationed there with a small security detachment, the corpulent Commander Denning, seems content to rot in Footfall as his men use their position of relative authority to bully locals and play an active role in the underworld of the station.

The scans covert scans of Footfall have proved more useful. THe Kilgannon holdings on the star side of the station dominate the surface of one of the large chunks of chained and floating rock. With the intel from Simangelee and what the fly bys have seen you'd guess there are a pair of weapon emplacements guarding the holding along with maybe 2-3 squadrons of void craft stationed there. In addition of course to the two vessels. The rest of the station is relatively unarmed save for the 3 Adpetus Mechanicum shield generators - a trio of stations atop small asteroids of rock tethered by power cords as the shield stations work in trumvirate to provide a mechnicus presence alongside the void shields to keep Footfall safe. Each of the shield stations armed with a pair of heavy batteries. The majority of the other weapons emplacements are alongside the shipyards that form a belt around Footfall with cannibalised macrocannon stationed every few km along their girdle.

The structure is similar to that of an Imperial Star fort but with less armour and a bit more dispersed. In practical terms there are probably about 12 basic weapons batteries of various types scattered around but not all can target the same location. With probably a max of ~4 being able to target one sector at any one time.

Currently, in addition to the large Solanum fleet that is dominating the station, there are 8 other warp capable vessels (and many smaller craft similar to shuttles, asteroid miners or guncutters). Two are the House Kilgannon ones, 2 more, the Vulture and the Valkyrie are a pair of heavily modified trading frigates from House Sun Lee dynasty. The massive gold encrusted cruiser Ordained Destiny belonging to Jeramiah Blitz and a light cruiser Djanko's Fist and heavily refitted goliath transport, the Behemoth belonging to the infamous Baron Djanko Scourge. During your flights one of the lightnings did observe flights between Baron Scourge and the Kilgannon holdings.

Raunchel

2014-08-20, 10:18 AM

Livilla has invitations sent to Jeramiah Blitz, Baron Djanko Scourge and the Sun Lee dynasty. They are asked to have dinner with her, to enhance the ties between their dynasties. Of course the invitations show her usual foppishness. All of the dinners will be at different nights, so she can ensure that there will be no unpleasantries.

"Dear (ADRESSEE),

It would be a great honour for me to receive you and any suitable companions aboard the Demeter to celebrate the crossing of our paths at this station. I would be absolutely thrilled if it would be possible for you to come and enjoy dinner with me.

Lady Livilla Solanum, Mercatrix Vagranta"

Then she turns to her plan for a strike. Kilgannon will be preparing for war, but will he expect what she intends to do? That is a question to be answered later. First she will have to speak with the Astartes to obtain their blessing for the plan. For that reason she is brought to the cargo hold given to them. Perhaps she should have some more work done on it to give them a proper base of operations. A small landind bay for their craft, and properly secured armories. Perhaps even a small teleportarium, she has heard that those are in common use by the Angels of Death.

Common lore(Rogue Traders) on all three:
Sun Lee: [roll0] TN 89
Baron Djanko Scourge: [roll1] TN 89
Jeramiah Blitz: [roll2] TN 89

Toxic Mind

2014-08-20, 12:38 PM

Corlis is studying texts containing the battle accounts of various Solanum Captains when Livila walks into the armory. To the Raptors, every ounce of knowledge was another round chambered, another sight trained on the enemy. Corlis may have been removed from his chapter, but that hardly meant he thought any less like they did. "Lady-Captain." He says as greeting. "What is it that brings you down here?"

Jerza is out on maneuvers with a fighter wing, practicing and retraining himself to handle the more powerful, but also less agile, Thunderhawk. He works with the flight leaders so that they are comfortable around the other craft, and that it seamlessly incorporates into their battle plans.

Raunchel

2014-08-20, 02:51 PM

"Ah, my dear, dear sergeant. It is so good to find you in good health. I hope that your affairs on Footfall have been settled to your satisfaction?", she smiles at him, even though she thinks that the Astartes won't notice such human signs. "Anyways, I wanted to talk to you about this Kilgannon affair. You see, there is a pair of their ships here, along with considerable holdings. Those heretics ought to be purged, but I fear that some options might cause quite a bit of collateral damage to this station. I have to say that it wouldn't sadden me to completely exterminate this wretched hive of scum and villainy, but the political repercursions would be most unpleasant and damaging to the objectives of this war. I currently have several ideas, but I would like to ask your opinion about them, as you and your, ehm, brothers are experts in the field of waging war. My first idea would be to move the fleet out and then hit them hard with our combat wings. These would be sufficient to utterly destroy those two ships and their parts of the station, but there would be casualties and especially when one of the ships happens to explode, a lot of damage. A second idea would be to move a small ship, filled with men, stealthily towards them to board them and to take the ships. This could however seriously damage my limited military forces which will be needed to take their planet. Leaving them be however is no option, those two ships can do far more damage as a part of the Kilgannon battlefleet."

She pauses for a few moments, before she continues, sounding a bit less certain: "You don't suppose that it would be possible to send a small team to the enemy, to take out their command staff and capture individuals who would know a little more?"

Toxic Mind

2014-08-20, 03:43 PM

Corlis simply thinks for a moment. Space Marines do not become uncork able during long silences, such human affectations are beyond them. He does not even respond immediately to Livila. "All Astartes, report to the armory for mission parameters." The concerns of the Lady-Captain were valid. While normally Corlis would be more than fine with throwing troops into the meat grinder to set them up in an advantageous position, in this case the Captain was right. Those troops would be needed in the coming battles. This one could be accomplished with a smaller force, he thought. Perhaps even without a true boarding action, and so he would plan only for himself until his team arrived. "Has your team gathered any intelligence as to the whereabouts of the command crew for the vessels? Do they ever leave the protective confines of their ships for Footfall itself? It may be ideal to eliminate them outside the ship, throwing the command order in disarray and making our job that much the easier." No sense in wasting time even as he waited for the other Astartes. He knew the Salamander, new as he was, would disagree with any plan that involved mass casualties of civilians. Off the table already. But he would wait, and gather information.

****************

Jerza Gordian received the message, and voxed the flight leader that he was returning to the Demeter. The Thunderhawk touched down moments later and the Apothecary headed to the Armory for the conference. He suspected that this would be about the Kilgannons. Jerza had been watching the ships out on maneuvers, and he was hesitant to comit to an all out battle, particularly if the alliegance of the station itself was in question.

Cyberius

2014-08-21, 11:56 AM

Xavier greets the captain warmly, piercing her with this burning eyes, but his face conveying a gentle humanity rarely conveyed by space marines. Well versed in the politics and bureaucracy of running a dynasty he knew she could be a useful ally, but stopped short of becoming charming. With the mission at hand he must be above such mundane hierarchies and civil pleasantries, he much preferred the clear chain of command that all Astartes shared, and now wasn't the time to break file to play nice with host.
Xavier falls in line behind Clovis, making his way to the armory. As they walk, he reminds his brothers of an earlier request.

“Brothers, when we arrive in the armoryI would like to make the adjustments to our vox systems before we set off in a close quarters mission. Truest me when I say that there are some things you never want to hear. It will not take long for me to commune with the machine spirits and upload the algorithms in your armours.

As for the mission, I do believe that the best course would be a direct strike by our kill team. But before we can launch, we need to find a way to maximize our use of force. We needn’t risk ourselves for the sake of one command officer. We need to find a concentration of them or give them a reason to congregate. Only then should we strike and take out the heads. Perhaps the body doesn’t know what it’s heads are doing and transition could be easier than we think. Of course this is all assuming they aren’t tainted, which should the chaplain ordain, I will be the first to burn their heresy into oblivion.”

DrK

2014-08-22, 07:21 AM

Even as the preparations begin to take shape aboard the Demeter the Lady Captain is treated to several replies from the various Rogue Traders in port. Lady Sun Lee is the first to respond. Lavillia knows some of the Sun-Lee dynasty. Traders mainly with a focus in metals - either industrial or precious. The Lady Sun Lee, although small in stature is known to have a core of steel with a sharp mind. She manages the house finances well and is ever expanding her asteroid mining operations into the Expanse. Her dynasty controls a fleet of mining vessels bolstered by a bevy of frigates that support the mining fleets.

Lady Solanum.

Thank you for the kind offer. It was a surprise to hear your fleet returned so soon after leaving port. I regret to say I cannot spare the time to join you aboard your fleet. Perhaps if you happen to be aboard the station we could meet in or if you would like to visit upon my vessel we would try and provide a meal suitable for such an august personage as yourself.

Baron Djanko's missive had been rather more curt. A brief micro-burst transmission "The Lord Baron does not consort with pirates." before refusing to acknowledge anymore communications. She knows little of Baron Scourge, his dynasty being small and the Baron himself little more than a self style warlord.

Jeramiah Blitz is a bit of an enigma. Many know of him and his gold plated cruiser. A known thrill seeker, cad and adventurer. He likewise politely declines the invitation. A message laser etched onto gold foil paper accompanied by a bouquet of delicate flowers from an unknown xeno species and a bottle of fine 70 year old Amsec.

"A wise Captain I once knew cautioned against having dinner with a Fenrisian wolf in the wolfs cave. Well My Lady, I would say that this advice goes three fold when the wolf is accompanied by a pack...
I would love to see you for dinner. Maybe in one of the fine establishments in the Xenosium or aboard my vessel. I assure you I have one of the finest chefs in the Expanse.
Regards
Jeramiah

The most surprising is the vox message from the young Lord Kilgannon. "Lady Solanum. There has been some misunderstanding between my house and yours. It may be in the best interests of both our houses to resolve these differences before they become more serious."

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Simangelee's contacts are more useful. Suggesting that the Kilgannon vessels are leaving in ~ 4 days (Day +16 since you arrived)...

Raunchel

2014-08-22, 08:58 AM

"Unfortunately we remain unaware of any visits to the port by our enemies, but our sources say that they will be departing in four days time. It is imperative that a strike is alunched before then. Their departure will be sufficiently covered to be hard to attack. Now, I don't want to suggest that I know war better than you do, but my naivité suggests me that it might be possible to sneak a small team onto the light cruiser. Normally such a small team would be incapable of doing much, but given your expertise I belief that it should easily be possible for you to eliminate their command staff. They will be gathered on the bridge when they leave, because they are expecting us to attack. If we bring you into their ship before then, they will be eliminated in one blow. This will then allow us to take the beheaded cruiser and force the destroyer to surrender."

Wyndeward

2014-08-22, 11:59 AM

As a last resort, Victor decided to contact the Winterscale Dynasty and the House Visscher to find out about the comings and goings of Kilgannons and to inform them of the second Astronomicon out of the Iniquity system.

Forbidden Lore (Pirates) [roll0] vs. 111
Forbidden Lore (Warp) [roll1] vs. 111
Inquiry [roll2] vs. 59
Common Lore (Navigators) [roll3] vs. 111

Forbidden Lore (Pirates) [roll4] vs. 111
Forbidden Lore (Warp) [roll5] vs. 111
Inquiry [roll6] vs. 59
Common Lore (Navis Nobilite) [roll7] vs 111
Forbidden Lore (Navigators) [roll8] vs 111

Cyberius

2014-08-24, 07:25 AM

Brother Xavier looks to his brothers as they digest the new information and task at hand. I suppose my welcome party will have to wait. You all can make it up to me by welcoming me on the deck of a new ship, over the blood and bodies of heretics and chaos.

We need plans worked up for each ship and its command center. We can begin asking our pilots to begin some hull reconnaissance and locate an ideal landing zone as they do their flight exercises. I think we should ready a backup team that could rendezvous with us for backup and replace us to finish the mission should we perish. Also I can ready a few decoys that can help mask our arrival and buy us valuable time by splitting the enemies security.

Depending on the hulls and our breach points I’ll make sure we can get through safely and securely. We need to decide how we’ll breach so I can configure our transport and make sure we can arrive with the proper speed, stealth, and necessary equipment to complete our objective.

Lastly, some explosives that could at least cripple the ship should we be unable to succeed will ensure safety of our troops and that the other ship complies with our demands. Once we commit, there is no turning back and no retreat. If we don’t take out that ship our larger plan will fall apart and we risk exposing more lives than if we just surprised attack both and took our chances in space combat.

DrK

2014-08-27, 03:45 PM

2 days pass...

For Simangalee the morning of the attack is filled with some mild foreboding. Even as the planes are fuelling she gets word from a security checkpoint near the tertiary plasma transfer junctions. A security detachment encountering a trio of dockworkers that possessed a variety of guns, blades and a large thermite device. Although the device was neutralised sadly the security detachment killed the saboteurs losing 2 of their own number in the process...

Deep in the belly of the Demeter

The astartes assemble in the flight deck, the towering figures dominating the area as they ready for war. A torpedo bomber with its massive 30m long torpedo standing ready, although the weapon is now hollowed out and little more than a metal tube.
The planes take off, a few squadrons heading up into the void. The massive marines jammed into a torpedo slung under the belly of a massive starhawk bomber.

Please begin taking actions. enough slow planning

@ marines
- what equipment are you carrying/ equipped with?

Toxic Mind

2014-08-27, 04:44 PM

Corlis wears his Terminator armor, the ancient Raptor relic encasing him in armor that rivaled a tank. One side is home to an Astartes Storm Shield, its housing used to protect Corlis when his enemies engaged in melee. Yet the other is far worse to behold, at least for the foe. Upon his right arm hangs an assault cannon not unlike those on the Stormraven. Its barrels were more than capable of throwing death 150m away with pinpoint accuracy, and reducing enemy formations to little more than chunks and screams in moments. The other weapon was equally as devastating. A Cyclone Pattern missile launcher hung over his shoulder, the targeting cogitators linked to his helmet. Capable of launching missiles up to 250m two at a time if desired, the launcher on Corlis' back carried 4 Frag, 4 Krak, 2 Concussive Missiles, and 2 Plasma Missiles, reserved for the most hardened of targets. It was said that a Space Marine in Tactical Dreadnought armor was capable to destroying entire squadrons on his own. Corlis had seen the truth in this, and he suspected they would need that power today. Corlis had used this armor on multiple occasions, and he knew the idiosyncrasies of it well. It preferred to deal death from afar, and the Assault Cannon he wielded had been used on it since time immemorial, interfacing seamlessly with the armor. Corlis sacrificed melee ability for unparalleled devastation at range, a trade-off the Raptor was more than willing to make.

Jerza is in the same armor as always, the Apothecary trusting the armor that had kept him safe time and time again through mission after mission. His Relic Blade is ever by his side, and his Narthecium sits ready on his wrist. While other marines may rely on armor to see them through, Jerza has always relied on his own agility to keep him safe from harm. Yet for this mission, such protection may not be enough. So his armor features an icon, shaped like the rising sun of Terra that wreath's his head like the Angel of Death that he is. An Iron Halo, awarded after Jerza stood before hordes of daemonic cultists and abominations of the warp to recover the gene-seed of his fallen kill-team while they attempted to cleanse a space hulk of the fell taint of the warp. For 3 days Jerza held the line, preventing even one drop of precious gene-seed to fall into the hands of the daemons or their servants. When a reinforcement kill-team arrived to finish the mission, Jerza accompanied them in finishing his task, saving their lives on numerous occasions. For his heroism and his stand against the corruption in the face of overwhelming odds he was awarded the honor of wearing the iron halo, an honor that he often allows to go unnoticed. To Jerza, the recognition of Keeper is enough, and to wear the Iron Halo without cause is the highest form of Hubris. Yet this mission is far too important to stand upon ceremony, so it garners his armor once more. If this is insufficient, I will remove the Halo. I realized that Jerza relies almost entirely on dodge and parry to escape harm, and uses neither terminator nor artificer armor. That suits me well enough, but I worry that he will not survive, since he almost got stomped in the opening fight.

Before he climbs into the torpedo, Corlis turns to his brothers. "Today we bring death to the enemies of man. Today we strike the first blow against a heretic who spat in the faces of the Emperor's Favored Sons. Strike without mercy and without hesitation brothers. And if we go to meet the Emperor today, then we shall do so with glad hearts, knowing that we have carved out part of the rotting flesh of this universe and made it closer to His image." Corlis steps back, allowing the Chaplain a moment to speak before they depart. As Leader, it was his place to say words, but no one could rally and inspire like a Space Marine Chaplain.

After Rikkard's words, both Marines climb into the boarding torpedo, ready for launch.

Cyberius

2014-08-28, 05:09 AM

Brother Xavier spends hours preparing the necessary armor that his brothers would need, ensuring weapons were ready and machine spirits satisfied. After outfitting his brothers armor and assisting them into it, he notes the devastating weaponry and ponders how such ordinances will be useful or necessary infiltrating the command deck of a ship. He carefully considers his role and necessary tools and commands the tech priest helping him into his armor. Never the less, its not his place to question his brothers choice in weapons, but he does make a choice to forgo his heavier Terminator armor for his favored Artificer suit. The dexterity needed on the confines of a ship would be invaluable as It would be his job to carry out tasks other than slaughtering countless lives. He would need to be quick and able to wield his tools in a way that only his Artificer armor would afford him. Finally, he cloaks himself in his unique Salamander mantle and makes his way towards the flight deck where their departure would soon follow.

He walks towards the hollowed tube, ready and focused, having spent the last hour in special ritual and blessings of his own armor, tweaking and perfecting it before this mission, ensuring the highest protection possible as an Armor Monger. His weapons, always in the finest shape with Machine Spirits ready to obey his every command. As he walks towards the others, crew members on deck can do little more than stare until Xavier’s voice calls them back to reality, away from the nightmarish feeling many must be feeling at the sight of his armor covered in centuries of blood stains that just won’t go away and the mechanical wings of his Atlas Jump pack. Xavier prefers it that way, reminding him of his brothers’ sacrifice and bravery with every step. His duty is equally to the Omnissiah as to the Emporer, as indicated by the doubled headed eagle of the Imperium and Mechanicus Cog and Skull symbols adorning the rod in his right hand. Equally telling is the Astartes Storm Shield wielded in the left hand, a sure sign of his preference for up close and personal combat.

Nearly as much machine as human he walks forward with his Omnissian Rod standing stiff as tall as him. While on his right forearm a Triflame Vambrace sits perfectly integrated into his armor where it connects to a fuel tank on his back, between his jump pack’s wings and back. Additionally, mag-locked to his back left shoulder, sitting between his armor and jump pack is a storm bolter fed by an ammo pack with a fire selector. Placed elsewhere around his armor through webbing and concealed compartments he carries an array of tools that he may need to ensure the mission goes smoothly. These include his Multi-Key, Astartes Combi-tool, and Narthecium.

Knowing that infiltration and stealth could be useful tools Xavier never ventures forth without his customary equipment attached to his armor. On the right shoulder sits an Astartes Targeter, while on his left his masking screen. Clipped to his waist or in webbed puches across his chest is a stummer, along with some repair cement should his brothers need it, 2 Astartes stun grenades, one EMP grenade, and a diagnosticator. Finally, mag locked to his right leg sits a weapons of last resort, yet favored by members of his chapter, a Conflagration Pistol. In his helm he ensures all his weapons are interfaced with his MIU and the necessary power flow to his integrated weapons is available.

Before Xavier boards, he takes to heart brother Corlis’ words, knowing nothing could be further from the truth. He takes one last look at the ship and crew he’s only known a few days and steels himself for the mission ahead.