The Great Koronus Mutiny (IC)

[Celticbear]

Back on the Bridge:
Selrya climbs back up through the vents and climbs back into the bridge. There is some surprise as she vents, but everyone relaxes a little as they recognize their "navigator". The bridge is in far worse shape than it was when she left; there are a few dozen bodies scattered all over, and smoke and sparks fly from damaged consoles. Subcommander Houlder comes over to her. "Your navigator's pod is still functional, and it's got helm control if you need it. Did Crone get killed? We need to break free of the gravity well before we can jump into the warp, and I reckon the other ships'll start firing if we try and make a break for it." He wipes his dirty, blood-stained brow and adds, "Not sure what we should do. Gunnery control is down, but if someone can take charge from the gun decks or emergency command, we should be able to take open fire again."

The Kroot began to prepare herself for entering the Navigator's pod. She was used to human technology by now, but the alien artifices still felt unnatural to her. She listened to Houlder give her a rough description of events as she shook her head, "Crone is most certainly dead by now, we've no time for delays. Do we have comms like our preacher friend? If we do, send the message through the ship to start diverting manpower there. Once the conditions are right, let me know. We're jumping into Warp as soon as possible. Anyone who isn't needed on the bridge should go as well."

Selrya looked at those who viewed her as if she shouldn't have been giving orders due to her species. She snapped, screaming as bloody spittle sprayed from her beak, "You can die here or you can die in the Warp. Both have horrid chances for our survival, but as long as our Gellar Field is still online we will be fine. I cannot save you if you do not move now!"

[Lord Raziere]

Astropath Rendara:
Well, this quite a potentially messy situation wasn't it? Time to act quickly. She points her finger at Harte and opens her mouth in a silent scream reminiscent of the shrieks of long dead xenos of the void once more. If she can stun or distract him from Crone, this can all be done much cleaner, and save a loyal servant of the God-Emperor.

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Psychic Scream:
(1d100)[74] (Willpower 81)

Impact Damage with Shocking quality:
(1d10+4)[14]

Harte takes a -20 to the Toughness test to resist being stunned, if he fails Harte is stunned for two rounds.

[SchwhatNow]

The problem with their situation was exactly what he had expected, they lacked the numbers to stand and fight like this but thankfully their job was finished with the destruction of the heavy weapon. "Officer we should withdraw. The armory is secured and we cannot stand against them. We find a defensible position and hunker down until we can return and arm up." As always he wasn't trying to give her orders, and was open to other suggestions, but he felt it was prudent not to remain here only to die a useless death. As he stated this Kais attempted to find another target in point blank range to fire a shot towards but he was ready to retreat once she gave the word to her crew.

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Making a standard shot again and able to perform a full move thanks to Hip Shooting.

Bs vs 54: (1d100)[68]

Damage: (2d10)[4][3](7) +2 (Type: E, Pen 4)

[dojango]

On the Bridge:
Selrya snaps orders to the bridge crew. Subcommander Houlder says, "Yes, uh, right away. Uh, can you start getting ready to jump into the warp? We'll try to keep them off us while we get to the translation point. If, uh, Crone is dead, then, uh I guess... Mr. Bonzalez, take the helm." A junior officer runs to the main helm console and begins plotting a course. The Subcommander then orders some of the extraneous officers to take security patrols and force their way to the gun decks. "We'll get the guns firing as soon as we can," he promises.

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The ship is currently deep in the gravity well of a massive gas giant. A thin ring of dust circles it at an askew angle, shepherded by a few small moons. In order to translate to the warp, the ship needs to escape the planet's gravity well, which will take several hours. In order to escape combat, the star galleon could try to disengage from the enemies, or try to turn the tables on them and destroy them, but that would take getting the guns active again...

Also the warp is extremely tumultuous around this system. There is a -10 to Navigation (Warp) tests.

[DrK]

Crone

The voice in his thoughts sent a shiver down his spine, then seeing the priests smoking flamer terrified him. Even as he spied them he knew there was little he could do...

"Throne cursed traitor!" Crone bellowed at Harte as he threw himself forward sliding across the floor, his hand raising the pistol to fire at Harte. As he slid along the floor he hoped the priest would keep the flames above floor level!

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Agility test to dive forwards (1d100)[93] TN 52
Dodge if needed (1d100)[88] TN 62

Bolt pistol to Harte! (1d100)[33] TN 61+10 close
-- dam best of(2d10)[5][5](10) +5 Pen 4
RF if needed (1d100)[36] TN 71 (3d10)[4][10][5](19) as needed

[Lord Athos]

Father Answin

Just a split second after Commander Crone threw himself forwards, Father Answin sent a stream of fire towards the traitor and his henchmen.
As the stream of burning Promethium engulfed the heretics, the black-robed Missionary's voice boomed over the brutal crackling of the flamer. "Feel the Emperor's Wrath!"

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Cleanse and Purify

(1d10+4)[6] pen 2

[jolinaxas]

Xantha Ward

For the first time since everything had gone to the Warp (figuratively - Emperor forbid), Xantha took a moment to breathe, searching her vest for a lho.

A four-thousand-strong army, even as poorly equipped and trained for less mobile actions as they were, might tip the scales. But did that even still matter? There was still a space battle going on, as far as she could tell, and keeping the gunners in line, busy, and doing familiar work likely outweighed trying to play at underdeck warlord.

++This is Organizer Ward, again. Unless I hear different, I'm going to work on re-enabling Gunnery Control and get them back to firing. Better to have them do what they're born to do, right? Once again requesting instructions from Senior Command Staff.++

She angrily stubbed the remainder of the lho against a bulkhead and started heading for the Gunnery controls.

"Fething useless. Probably all got their heads blown off by mutineers. At least the Father's still fighting the good fight, sounds like."

[dojango]

The Armory
Jag-reg roars and flings bodies towards the pirates. They recoil from the Ogryn's savagery and start to fall back. Kais and Seta-Roja get the crewmen to also fall back and disengage. They shout abuse at the pirates, who yell back at them. Kais shoots at one of the pirates, but misses. The pirates are trapped between the Ogryn and the heavy stubbers... they have no way back to their ships...

Port Stairway C3
Crone throws himself forward and twists around, trying to pull out his bolt-gun. Just like Commissar Zane in "The Day of the Beast". But unlike the in the watchvid, Crone's bolt-gun fires wildly, hitting the roof above him. He lands heavily on the floor just as a blast of promethium sears above him. He sees Commander Harte trying to claw his eyes out. Harte laughs and cries, not noticing the searing flames engulfing him... the charred body lands beside Crone with a heavy thump.

Rendara and Answin see one of the other mutineers jerk back behind the stairs, frantically beating out his clothes, while another one draws a naval pistol and fires a grouping of shots at Father Answin, hitting him!

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11 damage (Pen 0) to the chest for Father Answin

The Gun Decks
Xantha leaves the gun crews eagerly waiting besides their sacred charges. She climbs a long ladder up to a fortified command post overlooking the gun-decks. Her officer's access easily opens the door, and she sees three frightened midshipmen hiding in a corner. They have their dirks drawn, but they visibly relax when they see Xantha. The oldest, a skinny young girl of about 14, says, "Miss, we locked it up so's nobody could get in." Xantha quickly activates the consoles and the targeting reticules light up. Massive servos within the guns power up as they slowly fall under her control. Xantha reports her success to the Subcommander, who says, "Thank the Emperor, we might just get out of this alive. We'll try and maneuver the ship to get them under the port guns! Fire when you're ready!"

[Lord Athos]

Father Answin

The impact of the shot let him stumble backwards, but the Priest quickly regained his footing, to laugh in the mutineer's face with an unhinged glare.

"Look at your leader, cleansed by the God-Emperors Judgement! Repent! For you shall share his fate!"
Again, he brought his flamer forth, to engulf him and any mutineers he could reach in holy fire, while also moving into cover behind the stairwell's railing.
"Sic semper haereticis!"

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Cleanse and purify with a(1d10+2)[10] pen 2, -20% to agility.

[DrK]

Crone

Max breathes heavily as the stream of liquid promethium streams above him. As Harte falls he scurries across the floor and grabs the vital Captains baton.

"Give me cover, I got it" he screams to the priest and the astropath.

[Lord Raziere]

Astropath Rendara:
"They see their leader get killed and still fight on. These heretics truly are idiotic."
She comments. So the Baton has been obtained, Father Answin is burning the other mutineers alive, Crone wants to be covered...Better help crush the pistol-wielding mutineer just to be safe. "The best defense is an unrelenting all purifying offense" as one saint said at some point. She doesn't know which, thats Father Answin's job. Its been ten thousand years, someone had to have said that at some point, right? She raises her hand again and closes it into a fist at the mutineer with a drawn pistol to help finish him off, reaching to try and crush his neck.

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Fettered Strength Telekinetic Crush:
(1d100)[49] (Willpower 71)

Impact Damage:
(1d10+2)[6]

[SchwhatNow]

"Fall back to us!" He shouted to the ogryn. Although it seemed counter-productive he believed they should open an avenue of escape for the pirates, give them a path to flee so that they could slip by and get to the armory themselves. He suggested as much to Seta-Roja while he tucked his knife away, holstered his pistol, and drew his rifle from his shoulder once more. Even though he wanted the bulk of the remaining pirates and mutineers to run away he still wasn't intending to allow them safe passage after all, the wound on his back was testament to the danger they posed even as a disorganized rabble.

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So Kais is suggesting that they open a path for the pirates to escape. In the meantime he'll be readying to shoot when/if an enemy does break cover and move into the open.

Bs vs 44 (plus any bonuses for range): (1d100)[52]
Damage: (2d10)[4][5](9) +3 (Type E, Pen 4)

[jolinaxas]

Xantha Ward

"And a fine job you've done, not a heretic in sight."

Truth be told, a dry, sarcastic tone undercut most of what Xantha ever deemed to utter, but she honestly felt a pang of admiration for the teenagers who'd stood sentinel at the controls.

"Right. This is Sub-Decks Organizer Xantha Ward. With no firing solutions provided by the main bridge ballistics, I'm entering them in myself."

Making the best use she could of the arcane control panel, she made sure that the guns were at least still pointed in the right direction. Hopefully at vital targets, but Emperor knows what that meant?

"Gunners, prepare for the next volley, and may our guns never tire. FIRING."

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I assume a BS test? Not sure of modifiers (ship parts, range, etc.) so raw TN is 39.
(1d100)[34]
I'll spend a fate re-rolling if that was a failure.
(1d100)[30]

[Catarang]

Jag-reg wanted to truly route the pirates. Drive them from their barricade, smash a few on the way through it and let the stubbers sort out the rest. But he heard the Lieutenant sound the withdrawal and reigned himself in. Hearing the blue-min call out to him, he took up a position by the front of the group of crewmen and stared menacingly at the pirates, daring them to break cover.

[dojango]

The Armory

Kais and Seta-Roja order the crew to fall back. The dozen or so men still standing slowly back out of the barracks and retreat towards where they came from. Most of them. Some slip down other halls or keep moving. After a minute, Seta-Roja counts eight crew and a midshipman remaining. Jag-Reg and Kais stare down the pirate scum before falling back themselves. After a few moments, the pirates creep out of the barracks themselves. A Kais's shot hits the wall near them, helping convince them to flee the other direction. Seta-Roja leads the group back towards the armory, approaching the field of fire from a slightly different direction. The stubbers point towards her as she emerges, but don't fire. As the group approaches, the sealed blast door opens and some of the ship's armsmen cautiously emerge. They let the group in, where their leader, Sergeant Kastor, gives his report. Nadueshi crew, led by one of the bosun's mates, had approached the armory and requested weapons to help repel boarders. Something had seemed off, and so the officer in charge called in for authorization, and the mutineers attacked. The officer had been killed outright, but the Sergeant and the others manage to kill or drive off the mutineers, and seal the armory and wait for back-up. They'd driven off a heavy pirate attack, loosing a few more men, and were getting ready to hold out to the last when they saw Jag-Reg save them... a few of them go out to retreive the las-cannon. Its barrel has been bent into a V shape. While the crewmates are arming themselves with shotguns and frag grenades, the Sergeant turns to Seta-Roja and Kais. "Orders, sir?"

Port Stairway C3
The mutineer is hit by the blast of Father Answin's flamer. As he tries to scream and run, he grabs his throat an desperately tries to breathe as Rendara crushes his throat. Burning, his body also crumples down. From the stairway above them, they all hear the pounding of feet as the survivors flee back up the stairs. Father Answin checks the fuel gauge on his flamer. Enough for one more good blast, unless he finds an armory to reload. Commander Crone scampers behind cover clutching the baton. He realizes that if he can input the right codes quickly enough, he might be able to trap them in the stairwell.

Rendara releases her telekinetic grip on the dead pirate's throat. To her surprise, she senses psychic communication coming from the fore of the ship. The maddening buzz interfering with astropathic communication is there, but she can detect that it is aimed at one of the pirate ships. It is difficult to grasp, but she gets a sense of man hunting on the open plains, spear in hand. He casts his spear at what he thinks is a wounded animal, only to have the animal burst out of the thicket, enraged...

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Commander Crone can do a tech-use test to trap the fleeing survivors if he wants.

Port Gun-Deck
Xantha watches carefully as the ship turns and the pirate ship moves into the firing arcs of the batteries. The other ship also starts moving to try and circle in front of the Media Res, but as soon as it falls under the galleon's guns, she fires. The older midshipman is explaining to the others what's happening. "Look, she's got the firing solutions prepared. She'll have the upper deck fire first, then the lower deck. Look!" The guns begin to fire. The whole ship shakes, first from the guns going off, and then from the retro-thrusters trying to compensate for the recoil. Xantha shoots true at the pirate ship and on the display she can see the enemy vessel start yawing from the impact, before it recovers. Down in the gun decks, the crew starts cheering. Sweating men and women race to the capstan and pull open the huge hatches so that they can start reloading the massive guns. The sound of their shanty can be heard from inside the gun deck.

Subcommander Houlder pings her on comms and says, "Great shooting, miss! They won't be able to launch another wave after this! Uh, we've got teams headed down to take over, but I don't know how long before themy make it. Can you make your way to the starboard gunnery command and make ready to fire them?"

Everyone:
The ship shakes as it fires the guns, and there is a cheer from the crew as they realize they're fighting back. Similarly, there is a groan from the pirates and mutineers as they realize that the ship isn't quite as crippled as they hoped. Minutes tick by, and Subcommander Houlder jubilantly reports over comms. "Hah! They missed! Those bastards can't shoot! We're turning to face the other ship, get to the starboard guns!"

[Celticbear]

Selrya goes to the navigator pod, awaiting the proper time to make the jump to warp.

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Got nothin much to do but wait at this point until we're ready to make the jump.

[Lord Raziere]

Astropath Rendara:
She thinks: Clearly this psychic communication has to be a metaphor for the current situation. The hunter is the pirates, the beast is the Medias Res. They thought this ship would be easy, but its not. That much is obvious. The more important part was the fact that this communication was psychic at all.
"Father Answin, I believe I've intercepted one of the pirates psychic communications. Its couched in metaphor but I'm pretty sure its communicating that we're not as easy of a target as they thought. The real interesting part is that this communication is coming from the fore of the ship. There is another psyker working with the pirates aboard. I think it would be good if we eliminated this threat, if they are another astropath who knows what help they could keep calling? Not to mention the usual perils they are capable of...for now I'll simply start jamming their communications."
She will focus on her mind on generating a psychic white noise across a radius of about one void unit of space to block the psyker from making any other communications. After all, they only had one ship, but the pirates had more. the Medias Res didn't need to communicate with any outside forces at this point, but the pirates did, and the Medias Res had the ships comms besides.

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Telepathic Jamming, Psyniscience Focus Power Test
(1d100)[4] (Psyniscience 87)

for every degree of success, I generate interference in a radius of 1 VU, should any psyker wish to send or receive astrotelepathic signals they will need to make an opposed willpower test against me.

[DrK]

Crone

Crone breathes a sigh of relief, "Father Answin, Rebdara, Emp's blessing eh. That was a close call. I reckon that bastard Harte was about to try and put me down for good.

With the baton in hand he looks at the others, "We've got the command baton, let's get to the bridge. We can take command back and engage the pirates." He pauses and looks at the priest, "We'll turn them into dust and avenge the Lord Captain."

Crone will run for the bridge with the others

[SchwhatNow]

The news was grim but not unexpected, it lined up with what Kais had seen so far more or less. Still he shook his head in dismay, such acts of treachery would not happen among his own kind but of course these people did not know the Tau'va. "We can't simply remain here, if the fight goes poorly elsewhere in the ship then we will simply be trapped." The rumbling of the ship's guns gave him hope that the batteries were fine, at least for the moment anyway, so he thought about what areas would be focused by the enemy. "I came from the engines originally, they seemed well locked down. Ships guns are firing, where else do we think the enemy would seek to strike? We have proper weapons now, we could send out a suitable team to clear the most important areas while a small force remains to guard the armory just in case they try again."

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Logic vs 60 (Best area of the ship to secure first): (1d100)[17]

[Lord Athos]

Father Answin

Solemnly, Father Answin lowered his head to a slow nod towards Crone.
"That we shall, Commander Crone, to the Emperor's glory." He started moving as well.

Father Answin's expression darkened though, when Rendara told him what she had seen. "The Psyker must be brought down." he agreed, then he pondered for a moment. "It is a long way to the fore of the ship. It is wise to first use the baton to regain control of the ship at the bridge. I assume you want to stay and take command at the bridge, Commander?" His eyes wandered from Commander Crone to Rendara.
"Once the internal defense system is back online, it will help us to fight our way through to the witch. If we take the way via the main armoury, we can assemble an armed assault team and also stock up ourselves. Lady Rendara, can you track the witch if she moves?"
The priest waited for an answer, then remained silent for but a moment, before activating the ship's vox.

"Let it be known, my brothers and sisters, that the Traitor 'Commander' Harte has just been executed and purified by the God-Emperor's Holy Flame! Praise the Golden Throne! The snake has been cut off by its head, but it will struggle. Oh, will it struggle! And it is on us to make it stop. Organizer Ward, you did well, we all felt that shooting. Continue to bring the Emperor's Wrath to the heretic's ships. Main Armoury, what is your situation?"

[jolinaxas]

Xantha Ward

♪...and its payload gone, we carry on...♪

Caught up in the excitement and incredulous at her success, it takes Xantha a second to register the subcommander's suggestion. Activating her micro-bead, she broadcasts across the comms.

+One side down. Starboard Guns, are you about to let Port have the last word? If those guns aren't ready to fire by the time I get there, Throne give me patience, because if He gives me strength, I'm apt to use it.+

Sliding down the ladder, she headed towards the other side of the gun deck, muttering under her breath.

"If they're anything like us, Harte's snuffing it should provide some choice disarray..."

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[dojango]

The Armory
Kais thinks over the strategic situation. With the castle and enginarium secure, the ship can begin to defend itself again, especially with the insular gun-deck clans retaining control of the weapons. Now that the captain's baton is back in loyalist hands, the mutineers cannot override the ship's security protocols, and areas of the ship can be locked down and cleared out with overwhelming force. However, in order for this to work, they need to take control of the central routes through the ship... two passages that are uninterrupted and allow access to almost every corner of the ship. The first is the ship's spinal railway, running nearly 4 km from the entrance of the Enginarium to the prow-thruster control system. It has been shut down as part of the security override, but determined men can hijack the trains and move along the railway. The second is the 'grand promenade' a broad avenue that runs about 2 km in the center of the ship. It is lined with shops and cafes, offices and apartments for senior staff, and dotted with playgrounds, shrines, and fountains. Iron custom stronger than any law restricts the common crew to the fore third of the promenade, in normal times, but now mutineers and pirates roam freely, smashing and looting what they can.

Jag-Reg on the other hand, is reminded by his stomach that the ship's stores are in the belly of the ship, and if the mutineers can seize or destroy them, hunger will prove to be a far more dangerous foe than these savages...

The Bridge
Crone, Answin and Rendara head to the bridge. Subcommander Houlder gets up and shakes Crone's hand furiously. "Mr. Crone! You're alive!" he says, in some relief, knowing that a senior officer is there to shoulder some of the responsibility. "The nav, uh, the bird said you were dead. She's holed up in the navigator's command at the moment." The subcommander gestures to the hololith displaying the ships. At the moment, the Media Res is trying to twist itself to bring its starboard guns to bear on the damaged vessel.

Father Answin gives his speech to the crew. There are gasps from the officers. Harte had been a stern officer, a figure of rectitude and discipline to them. That he had turned traitor was a shock, indeed... On the other hand, no doubt some of the common crew might be relieved to hear of his death, however. While Harte had not been one of those ruthless flogging captains, issuing out a score of lashes for every infraction, real or imagined, he (or von Drakkan) did insist on exact respect, and any crewman that failed to kowtow to the correct degree would expect a dozen lashes. The Armory reports that they are now clear, and will start bringing loyalists back to be better armed.

Tracking a psyker doesn't rely on the crude mortal senses, and so Rendara is able to pinpoint the enemy psyker to the fore of the ship. Probably deep within the fore-warrens that house about twenty-thousand of the ship's crew. Communication from there has long since gone silent. No doubt the black heart of the muntiny.

Selrya waits in her pod. Given the ship's current path, they will be able to jump to warp in about eight hours. She could wait there, or she could join the crew in their struggles. After all, although she is neccessary to the survival of the ship, if she gets herself killed, it's no longer her problem now, is it?

Gun-Decks
Xantha crawls out a catwalk above the massive space of the gun decks, and then climbs up a hatch into the vents. It is 'only' about 100 meters to the starboard gun decks, but she has to pass by the rear gun-deck station on the spinal railway. Looking down at the station, she sees that a few dozen Nadueshi crewmen are milling around, building up barricades in the station. She also sees about a dozen crewmen tied up in a crude pen near one of the stairways out. She can probably sneak over the bridges and get past them to the other side, or she can backtrack and try and make her way through the maze of offices and apartments above her.

[Lord Raziere]

Astropath Rendara:
"Okay, I can track the psyker, they are in the fore of the ship, deep in the fore-warrens. The part that hasn't been in contact with us. Its probably where the mutiny's core is."
She says
"Meaning this psyker might be of our own. Another traitor..."
She tries to think of any psykers onboard this vessel that aside from herself that could be the mutinous psyker.

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Forbidden Lore: Psykers roll
(1d100)[86] (FL: Psykers 51)

[DrK]

Commander Crone

Crone nods hello and greetings to the rest of the bridge crew as he re-enters the bridge, a happy "The rumours of my death were happily overstated my friend" to sub-commander Houlder. He looks about the rest of the bridge, "If I can have the Helm Mr Houlder, contact the gun decks, lets start to mete out some revenge on these bastards eh?"

He sends a vox message to Selrya, "Selrya, you glorious scaled creature, could you please help wish the sensors and targeting" before looking to Rendra and Father Asnwin, "Thanks for timely rescue, a bottle of Amsec will be yours when we get out of this trap. I cannot help track this traitor, I am needed here."

Dropping back into his console and helmsman's chair he surveys the hololith display, "Aye, you swine, choke on this. Warn the Starboard guns, they'll have to fire as we bear." Then he punches the big red button and switches to manual helm control, an ancient looking joystick emerging from the console. "Hell or glory, down their throats!"

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Adjust Heading to turn on the spot essentially to be able to cross the enemy stern so we can broadside them and they can only bring limited guns on us
(1d100)[44] TN 77

[jolinaxas]

Xantha Ward

Xantha resisted the nervous urge to light another lho stick as she considered her options. When she saw the prisoners, her mind was made up. A full squad behind her could make all the difference.

Pulling the hood of her synskin over her head, she crept towards the nearby exit.

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Going to sneak by. If possible (maybe with high DoS?) going to try to pass by the prisoners to attempt to free them.

AGI 42 + 10 from Synskin = TN 52
(1d100)[29]
Stakes seem kinda high, gonna spend a Fate to reroll if the above fails.
(1d100)[68]

[Catarang]

Jag-reg ignores Kais and Lieutenant Seta-Roja debriefing the Armory Sergeant and looks around the shelves of various arms. Eventually, he settles on the largest, sturdiest slab of metal available and grasps it with his left arm, leaving his bloody warhammer in his right. It was then that his belly audibly growled. Walking back to the crewmembers gathered around the Lieutenant, Jag-reg abruptly interrupts them. "The food. Down below. There pirates there?"

[Celticbear]

Selrya stares at Crone with utter bafflement. He should be dead... her senses had assured her of this future! They were infallible- nay unable to be incorrect. She was almost tempted to step out of her pod and plunge her blade into Crone's skull herself just to ensure the universe didn't erupt. She glared at him when he spoke to her, he shouldn't have even been able to speak. She didn't grace him with a response but wordlessly heeded his commands. A man who was able to circumvent fate itself would need careful study.

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Uhhh what kind of roll would the sensors be?

[SchwhatNow]

As he stood there running through his thoughts the ogryn spoke up to interrupt him, mentioning the food stores and the threat that could come from their destruction. "Indeed that would be a terrible loss if the pirates felt so inclined to ensure our demise. The central passages through the ship should also be secured and yet...the grand promenade and the spinal railway won't cause as much harm as the loss of our food. I agree, we should ensure the safety of the crew for after this battle is over first. If there is time after that then I would suggest the promenade second." The railway would prove more difficult for the average pirate to hack into. Not impossible of course but he was of a mind to focus on what was most pressing and likely first. "You don't happen to have any fragmentation grenades down here do you? Could come in handy for clearing rooms and hallways."

[Lord Athos]

Father Answin

"Then this is where we need to strike." Father Answin replied to Rendara's report, determined.
First though, he turned to Subcommander Houlder.
"We have the command baton, now let us make use of it. Activate the internal defense systems and trap whatever heretics you can where they can do little harm for now. For later extermination."
He paused, then addressed everyone.
"The way forward is clear. We need to assemble a strike force and cleanse the rotten core of this corruption. If we act fast, this mutiny will crumble."
Personally, he needed some flamer fuel - he waved one of the bridge's midshipmen over and told him to fetch some from the castle armoury - quickly.

[dojango]

Armory Command
The sergeant at the armory nods to Kais and in a few moments, a belt with six frag grenades hooked to it is handed to him. "There's more if'n ya need it, Blue," says the man. Around him, loyalist crewmen are trickling in and being organized into squads under the command of the armmen. "Any o' them ferals try and show their face around here are gonna get a round o' slugshot to the teeth" he adds.

"Try and save a few for questioning" says Seta-Roja. "I'm sure the seneschal's men will want to talk to them. If we still have a seneschal, that is." The last 'official' seneschal had been spaced by von Drakkan about six months ago. Something about excessive embezzlement was the official reason. Since then, there really hadn't been an 'official' seneschal although the internal affairs organization had stumbled along as best it could without a head.

At any rate, Seta-Roja pulls up a display of the ship. The mega-cargo holds are on the bottom of the ship, in the center. At the moment they're filled with supplies and industrial equipment meant for von Drakkan's colony. The store-rooms under the castle, filled with fine food and drink meant for the officers, should be secure. Same with the holds beneath the enginarium, filled with the finest protien paste and nutrient tablets for the mechanicus enclave. The rest of the stores are carried in six bays, four of them aft of the cargo holds. Seta-Roja points at the industrial kitchens just above them. "This is the best access point to the food stores. If they're looting them, they'll have to go through here."

Bridge
Junior Officer Bonzalez scrambles to get out of the way for Crone. Over the next half hour or so, Crone carefully steers a course towards the damaged enemy ship and then turns away from it so that the range of the starboard guns sweep towards the enemy ship. If Xantha or someone can make it to the starboard gunnery contro, they will havea fine shot at the other ship!

Selrya approaches the ship's auspex controls. These, at least, are somewhat intact, and a few crewmen start bringing up the vast amounts of data collected by the auspexes. Sorting through the dross and pulling out useful tidbits of information will require a keen eye and a quick mind...

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Scrutiny + 8 to divine useful information about the enemy ships, or Scrutiny + 15 to divine useful information about your spatial surroundings

Meanwhile, the security officers begin organizing under Father Answin's watchful gaze. "Uh, we sent out most of the men we could spare under the, uh, Navigator's orders. Sent them to secure passages to the gun decks and so that we could get some officers there to take control. I, uh, can redirect them to meet you somewhere so you can launch a co-ordinated attack. What route do you want to take?" Subcommander Houlder pulls up a map of the ship, and says, "If you want to move quickly to the fore-warrens, taking a train along the spinal railway would be fastest, unless they've cut the railway somewhere. Otherwise, you could take service vehicles through the grand promenade and then hike the last 100m or so."

One of the senior midshipmen comes back and hands a fresh fuel container to Father Answin. He's got two more slung over his back and is carrying a chainsword from the armory. He salutes and falls in with the rest of the men.

Rendara thinks about where the other psykers could come from. An untrained psyker should've been forwarded to the black ships, but out in the fringes of empire, 'should have' is a lot different than 'was'. That they would be attempting long-range commuincation is... troublesome, surely anyone who gazed too deeply into the warp without the emperor's protection would go mad quickly.

Spinal Railway Station
Xantha picks a moment where the mutineers are distracted. They're wrestling some heavy pieces of furniture down the stairs so that they can set up a crude fortification. Several more are carrying in boxes of bottles and are filling them up with liquid, and stuffing rags down the throats of the bottles. They're all distracted, and so Xantha can approach the edge of the pen. The crewmen's eyes widen as she sneaks up, but nobody speaks or moves. It will take a while to free them all, but she can cut through the edge of the pen with a knife, and perhaps the bonds of the closest man, and then leave them with the knife so they can make their own escape... or she can stay and make sure they all are freed, but at the risk of becoming involved in the necessary fight for their freedom.