The Great Koronus Mutiny (IC)

[Lord Raziere]

Lady Rendara

Spoiler: On the Bridge

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"....I feel nothing from these three and see only three figures with strange long arms, Your right to attack them Father Answin. They are indeed, trying to deceive us."
She will use her telekinesis to slice and dice the nearest of the three figures with her Ghost Sword, using quickness and finesse over power here to attack quickly with precise strikes upon him, her blade deadly dancing in the air.

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Fettered Precision Telekinesis:
[roll]1d100[/roll] (Willpower 71)
Weapon Test Using Willpower
[/roll]1d100[/roll] (Willpower (Weapon) 61)

Ghost Sword Damage:
(1d10+5)[12] E, Pen 6

[dojango]

Enginarium

Kais and the two guards wait outside the tech-priest's sanctum for a few minutes. Soon the door opens and he steps out. "I have performed the proper rituals of obeisance to the cogitator. We now should be able to have access to the ship's systems. I have begun downloading data from the cogitator systems that will tell us what happened to the ship's systems. We should rendezvous with the others now. The central lifts should be functional."

Bridge
The zealot pauses as Father Answin shouts out his warning. She takes a step back, Father Answin's certainty overruling her deceived senses. The flames surge over two of the survivors, and one of them starts flailing as its flesh catches alight. The other zealot shouts out, "Sir! They're civilians!". Rendara, meanwhile, uses her powers to send her sword flying at one of the creatures. Perhaps it's because of the flames, but she's not able to hit the figure, despite her considerable power.

Two of the figures then spring forward, inhumanly fast at Father Answin. At that point, Father Answin and Crone's senses snap into focus, seeing past the strange illusion. The figures are long, thin creatures with mottled gray and purple skin, a mouth full of far too many teeth, and with long arms that end in vicious claws. One of them tries to rake Answin with its claws, while the other tries to bite him in the shoulder. There is a sudden flash as his blessed Rosarius flickers to life, and the thing recoils.

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Since you've seen through their illusions we can drop the spoilers, damn, the Good Father Answin is built like a tank. Even if the force field hadn't triggered, it wouldn't get past your armor... for now...

[SchwhatNow]

When the door opened it was simultaneously a relief to him and a worry as she snapped his head to regard the tech-priest; to ensure that it was indeed who he thought it was. The voice gave it away before his unassisted eyes could adjust focus and he exhaled slowly to calm his heart rate. "I have attempted to contact them via micro-bead but they have not replied. Furthermore one of the crew assigned here has disappeared. I believe we have a hostile presence aboard the vessel. Attempting to find the others is perhaps the best course of action. However, if we cannot locate them, then we may have to gather what data we can from the bridge and retreat." He wasn't suggesting that lightly of course and as he readied himself to continue he added shortly. "Let us hope that is not the case." For now they would head to the bridge and attempt to pick up the trail of their lost comrades. They could do little for Salamo at this point, he would have returned by now.

[Lord Athos]

Father Answin

"Witness the Might of the Golden Throne!" the Priest spoke, spreading his arms, rejoicing as the Holy Forcefield projected from his Rosarius made the wicked beasts recoil in terror.

Father Answin let his Incinerator hang down his shoulder and drew his chainsword, hacking away at the beast that had tried to bite him with Righteous Fury.

Spoiler: rolls

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Aim and hack at the creature:
Attack: (1d100)[11] vs 61 (51+10 aim)
Dmg (tearing): (1d10+2)[5] or (1d10+2)[12] Pen 2

While fighting,he opened a vox link to the others.
"All teams, do not trust survivors! There are vile creatures daring to deceive His Servants with illusions!" The background sound of a roaring chainsword, coupled with bolter shots and shrieking made it fairly obvious they were in a combat situation.

[DrK]

Crone

The commanders snaps to an alert state as the beasts surge forward and their true forms are revealed, a brief moment to curse as he sees the vile xeno forms.

Frorbidden lore (xeno) (1d100)[3] TN 48

As flames, psychic floating swords and chainsaws engage he raises the bolt pistol and unloads a semi automatic burst straight into the nearest one, the recoil jerking his arm and sound booming in the confined space.


Aim and semi auto burst
(1d100)[59] TN 81 (61 base+10 aim+10 close)
81 - (2d10)[8][2](10) best one +5 PEN4
61- (2d10)[10][2](12) best one +5 PEN4

Using organgrinders so if hurt T test with -10 per dam or take additional (2d5)[10] dam on each hit (no mod for T or AP)

Dodge if needed (1d100)[58] TN 82

[dojango]

Kais and his crew get ready to head out when a message goes out over the vox. "All teams, do not trust survivors! There are vile creatures daring to deceive His Servants with illusions!" The guards get their weapons readied. As the group pushes forwards towards the main elevators, one of the guards suddenly says, "Salamo! There you are! What did you find?" And turns and walks down a side corridor.

Father Answin takes a swing at one of the beasts, his chainsword scoring a deep wound on its arm. Ichor flies from the blade's teeth. A moment later, before the beast has time to react, it is hit in the leg by one of Crone's shots. It shrieks in pain as the vicious rounds tear through its unnatural flesh. One of the beasts tries to claw vicously at Father Answin, but it can't grab a hold of him, while the one that was on fire manages to put itself out and then leap towards Crone and latch onto him with its teeth, but it falls short. The injured one hisses and backs away from Father Answin, dripping a trail of ichor, dragging its leg.

Crone has traveled the void for many years. Decades. Whatever. He's not seen anything like this personally in his travels, but he's heard many a tale of strange and fearsome xenos and mutants that often infest the bowels of less reputable vessels, scavengers and killers. One tale seems the most familiar; a drinking companion told him about a mutant that had stalked the underdecks of his ship. It was very resilient, and he said it almost seemed to regenerate as it ate the flesh of its kills... they'd managed to kill it and threw the body in an incinerator. But it had killed a dozen crew before they'd put it down.

[SchwhatNow]

Kais hand snapped to his micro bead as the message came over it. He was ready to jump on the channel himself to clarify why they hadn't responded earlier but he was brought to pause as one of the crew with him ducked off down a side hall towards Salamo. "Come back! If that's truly Salamo then he can come to us! We need to re-group with the others at the bridge!" He shouted with as much authority as he could muster but these were not his people and he lacked the true finesse that made a great officer when it came to humans which didn't understand the greater good and all that it implied. It was all he could do though, hope that he could shake the man to his senses, otherwise they were likely about to lose another man to whatever creatures Father Answin referred to.

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Command Test vs 34: (1d100)[47]

[Lord Athos]

Father Answin

"See how the beast cowers in fear from the blessed blades and bolts of the Righteous!" Father Answin spoke to the zealots, pointing, for a short second, his running chainsword at the hissing creature backing away. "Zealots! To His everlasting Glory, attack!"
Just in that moment, he drew the chainsword back, driving it towards the body of the beast in reach with a quick, precise movement.
Unfortunately, the vicious teeth of the sword only scraped over the sickly grey-purple skin of the creature, and the Priest couldn't be sure whether he had caused any noticeable damage.
He shot a quick glance over his shoulder at Commander Crone and Lady Rendara. Crone had to deal with the singed one, but for now, the situation seemed well under control.

Spoiler: rolls

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Aim and hack at the creature:
Attack: (1d100)[43] vs 61 (51+10 aim)
Dmg (tearing): (1d10)[3]+2 or (1d10)[3]+2 Pen 2
So 5 + 2 pen.

(1d100)[32] vs 102 (62 + 20 + 10 Rosarius + 10 (Ecclesiarchy/Military?)) Inspiring the Zealots again

[DrK]

Crone

Crone leaps back, "throne's ball's, gun 'em down, don't let these xeno filth eat you", he steps back, levelling his gun at the nearest creature's head and fires a single shot aiming for its eyesocket


Aim and called shot to the head
[rolll]1d100[/roll] TN 81 -
(2d10)[3][1](4) best one +5 PEN4

Using organgrinders so if hurt T test with -10 per dam or take additional (2d5)[4] dam on each hit (no mod for T or AP)

Dodge if needed (1d100)[59] TN 82

[dojango]

The crewmate just looks at Kais and says, "It's Salamo. He says he's found some good stuff," and he heads down the corridor. The Tech-Priest snorts dismissively and just shakes his head and heads for the elevator to the bridge. After a few moments, it arrives. The Tech-Priest beckons Kais and the other guard over.

Answin's sword skitters of the creature's tough hide. Beside him, the other two zealots hack away at its flesh wounding it slightly. Meanwhile, Crone's shot hits the beast in the head, but its strange xeno anatomy seems to keep it from serious harm. One of the creatures tries and fails to sink its teeth into Answin, while the other manages to grab onto and bite into the shoulder of one of the zealots. She screams and flails, while the creature seems... invigorated. The last of the beasts limps over to a grating at the end of the bridge and lifts it up with one long claw.

[SchwhatNow]

Kais just shook his head. He felt the gap between them as individuals and it was unlikely that he could convince the man to pull away from the illusion, or so he assumed that's what it was. "Father Answin has sent me a message warning of foul beasts that show illusions to lure in victims. If you walk down that hall then you likely go to your demise. That decision is upon you, but we cannot leave the others to their fates upon the bridge. I've said what I can to convince you, I can do nothing more." With that Kais followed the tech priest towards the elevator. He hated the thought that the other guard was going to be killed but he had to act for the greater good, he had to join with the others even if that meant leaving others behind. The mission as a whole came before any one person, including himself.

[Lord Athos]

Father Answin

Irritated, the Priest spit out. Vile regenerating monsters.
"May her Blessed Blood melt your foul intestines!" he barked at the creature biting the Zealot.

He himself brought his roaring chainsword down on his opponent in a powerful strike - still, despite his holy focus, his erraticly moving eyes saw the heavily injured one trying to escape from the corner of his eyesight.

"Take it, Crone! By the Emperor, do not let it escape!"

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Aim and hack at the creature:
Attack: (1d100)[24] vs 61 (51+10 aim)
Dmg (tearing): (1d10+2)[8] or (1d10+2)[4] Pen 2

[DrK]

Crone

Crone can barely watch the ensuing chaos, his gaze distracted by the beast eating one of the Father's zealots. At Asnwin's words he snaps out it and levels his pistol at the one trying to escape, grabbing the pistol in both hands he mutters a "Not so fast..." and depresses the trigger, a stream of rounds ripping free from the heavy pistol trailing smoke




Semi-auto attack attack at the creature (1d100)[37] TN 81 (base 61 +10 Semi auto, +10 close)
81: (2d10)[5][10](15) best one +5 PEN4 -- RF for an extra 13 damage, for 28 DAM PEN 5, plus the penalty on the T test or take the additional organ grinder damage as well. Hoping this puts it down
61: (2d10)[8][5](13) best one +5 PEN4
41: (2d10)[8][7](15) best one +5 PEN4

Using organgrinders so if hurt T test with -10 per dam or take additional (2d5)[9] dam on each hit (no mod for T or AP)

2 /8 rounds left in the clip

Dodge if needed (1d100)[87] TN 82

[dojango]

Something of what Kais is saying seems to get through to the man. He pauses and shouts something down the hallway. As Kais leads the others away, he runs back after them. "Wait for me," he shouts as they step into the lift.

Meanwhile, on the bridge, Father Answin manages to hit one of the beasts and draws some ichor from its thick hide. Crone, on the other hand, very coolly draws a bead on the fleeing monster and puts two of the cruel and twisted bolts through it. The thing seems to dissolve, strange body parts flinging everywhere. The beast swings its claws wildly back at Father Answin, but fails to connect. Beside them, the other beast manages to latch on again to the badly injured zealot. With a sudden jerk of its head, it pulls a huge gobbet of flesh from the zealot and scarfs it down, its skin rippling with unnatural vitality. It hisses in pain though as the other surviving zealot screams incoherently and begins hacking away at the beast with his chainsword.

[SchwhatNow]

Stepping into the elevator and turning to see the man change his mind was a welcome sight and Kais nodded his approval. "Tech Priest, take us to the bridge." There was no time to waste and he could but hope that they'd not arrive too late to assist, if such assistance was truly necessary that is. His rifle weighed heavy in his hands despite the ease in which he carried it otherwise. The burden of uncertainty gnawed at him and he was ready to know the truth, one way or another.

[Lord Raziere]

Rendara decides she has had enough of these beasts attacking and just decides to crush them with pure mental power of the warp, reaching out her hand again to clench it and crush the one that just that just same of the flesh of the zealot.
"Die you wretched beast!"

Spoiler: OOC

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(1d100)[19] (Willpower 81)

(1d10+4)[11] Impact damage on the beast

[DrK]

Crone

Crone smiles as the creature disintegrates under the horrific fragmenting organ grinder rounds. Seeing one still attacking Father Answin he drops to a knee and carefully aims a singe shot at the creature's skull seeking to blow its tiny brains over the wall. "Answin, get down!" he bellows, warning the priest as he pulls the heavy trigger.

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AIm and shoot at the head (1d100)[74] TN 81 (base 61 +10 aim, +10 close)

Damage (2d10)[5][3](8) best one +5 PEN4
Using organgrinders so if hurt T test with -10 per dam or take additional (2d5)[4] dam on each hit (no mod for T or AP)

1 /8 rounds left in the clip

Dodge if needed (1d100)[84] TN 82