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Doren Parsis "Frak! drat this abominable Warp magicks", Doren thought as his shot went wild. As the black orb grew into being, black streaks of nothingness like tentacles writhing from it, Doren almost fumbled his grip upon the pistol. His recent research of the Forbidden Lore of psykic mastery had show him just such a thing - an unstable and potentially devastating warp vortex. The bigger it grew the less control the Psyker would be able to maintain over it, putting them all at risk as it fed on the energies on the real world until it reached critical mass. Steadying his aim with his other hand once more, he yelled at the top of his voice over the crack and snap of gunfire, "We need to move! It could explode at any moment!" and fired at the aberration before the squad. FL Psyker check: (1:08:16 PM) MaliciousOnion: OK, you know it's a warp vortex and is very dangerous. You also know they sometimes explode. Half-action aim and fire and begin moving back towards the pipes we entered from.
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Reggie He'd asked how to kill a psyker, and never gotten a straight answer. So Reggie decides the best way to find out is to try the normal ways. Taking a knee, Reggie takes a deep breath and aims at the hooded man. The others open fire, and when Reggie's comrade starts shooting, so does the preacher. Comrade is using a half action to Ranged Volley, giving me +5 to BS. Free action to change the carbine to Overload; I will spend my fatepoint to reroll if I miss hard enough to trigger Unreliable. Half-action aim, then semi-auto. Testing at 54 with the -10 penalty. If I hit, I automatically land both hits, due to Lasgun Barrage and Fluid Action, as well as a bonus +1 damage, and the enemy will suffer -10 to dodge. Damage is 1d10+7, 2 pen. pre:BS: 49 T: 32 Ag: 42 W: 12/12 FP: 1/1 Lasgun Barrage - When firing Las weapons on full or semi-auto, automaticaly gain 1 DoS Lasgun Expertise - Enemy suffers -5 to dodge for every DoS on a las weapon attack Lasgun Mastery - +1 damage per every 2 DoS Lascarbine -Fluid Action: Gain 1 automatically; rld takes one half action longer -Quick Release: Reduce reload by one half action Normal: 75m S/2/- 1d10+4 E, 0 PEN 30/30 Half Rld Reliable Overcharge: 75m S/2/- 1d10+5 E, 0 PEN 15/15 Half Rld Reliable Overload: 75m S/2/- 1d10+6 E, 2 PEN 8/8 Half Rld Unreliable
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Fran makes the mistake of trying to fire along a line too close to the vortex, and her gunfire is warped around the hole in reality, spinning off into the side of the cathedral. Falcone has a better line of sight, putting three lasbolts dead on target, although much of their power is dissipated against the force shield. One does get through, though it only wings the psyker. Realising the psyker needed to be stopped quickly, Stanley charges forward, ramming the whirring blade of his chainsword into the belly of the witch. Blood sprays out, drenching the sergeant, and the psyker falls to the ground. The warp vortex begins to swell, slowly at first, but is soon expanding at an alarming rate. Forks of multicoloured electricity lash out, scoring the floor and walls, even the ceiling high overhead. It seems to reach critical mass and stabilizes for a moment, easily ten metres across, before collapsing down into nothingness with an unholy screaming. For a moment after the vortex continues the screaming continues, until the squad realise it's Senger. Blood slowly leaks from his eyes and nose as he, too, collapses to the floor. Stanley inspects the psyker - amazingly, he is alive, though his breathing is ragged and shallow; he won't last long. Fran fails her BS test. Falcone doesn't, but only manages to deal two damage through the warp shield. Stanley finishes his charge, then finishes the psyker with a Righteous Fury and 20 damage. Feel free to interrogate the psyker, though you'll only get less than a minute of conversation. If anyone's wondering, the only thing of note on the psyker is a carved stone worn on a piece of string around his neck. EDIT: If it's not clear, your psyker helper is dead. MaliciousOnion fucked around with this message at 03:59 on Apr 16, 2015 |
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Stanley The psyker could not stand before Stanley's righteous blow and crumpled before him. Truly, the Emperor protects. He was no more faithful than most citizens of the Imperium but he was sure he felt the Emperors hand guiding him this time. The foul witch still lived though. Holding onto the mans hair, Stanley says," May the Emperor have mercy on your soul." and cuts it clean off the body with his chainsword. He tosses the grisly trophy down onto the body and motions the rest of the squad up. "Well done men. I doubt most PDF regiments, let alone a squad could have shown the bravery you have today in facing down this foe. We'll probably get medals all around and hopefully no more poo poo duties. Now lets get the hell out of here. Doren, check Senger and see if hes still alive. You, you, and you. Bag up the corpse and take it with us to HQ. Senger as well if he didn't make it." Just ordering the squadmates to grab the bodies to take back. We'll head back to HQ as fast as we can, unless anyone wants to detour or something.
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Francine As the Psyker falls Francine hefts up her heavy stubber. The Heavy weapons specialist had no intent of getting close to the blasted witch. It was only then she turned and saw their allied Psyker was also dead. "Ffffeeeetttthhhhh," slowly escapes her mouth. "i bet command ain't going to be too happy about that. Can't we get just one fething break?"
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The troopers collect the bodies of the two psykers, sanctioned and heretic, and make their way back to their extraction point, Foste radioing ahead to advise of their success. Their truck driver is a little spooked at carrying two psyker corpses, making the sign of the aquila as they are loaded. On arrival back at the barracks, the squad notices the mood is unusually serious. No PDF troopers are performing drills or training in the yard; instead, a number of troopers await them outside the command building, perhaps two dozen. As the truck draws nearer, the squad notice that these troopers are subtly different to themselves - their equipment is neat and gleaming, and their stance is more rigid than any trooper at the barracks. In front of the troopers, Captain Holtz stands, alongside another officer. The squad disembarks their ride and fall in, facing the officers. Eight of the troopers peel off and head to the truck, to deal with the bodies it contains. "Troopers, you've done me proud," Holtz says, in a somewhat strained voice. "Taking on a psyker is nothing to sneeze at. You've done this city and the Imperium a great service, remember that. This is Colonel Wylan, from PDF High Command, in Aphros." The Colonel, meticulously dressed in gleaming breastplate and crisp dress uniform, holds up a hand. "That will be all, Captain. Troopers, New Sedna recognises your bravery and determination in the face of the enemies of Mankind; however, you have been exposed to the energies of the Warp, and as such we must ensure you all have not been corrupted by its taint. As of this moment, you are all relieved of your duties and will accompany me to a secure location, where you will be kept for debriefing and monitoring until such time that we can determine your purity. Please surrender your weapons and equipment." With another motion of his hand, the troopers behind him step forward and take the squad's gear, before leading them to another truck. The squad is loaded into the back and heavy doors swing shut, plunging them into near-darkness. The sounds of locks sliding into place can be heard, before the truck's engine turns over and they begin moving. The journey is long and uneventful, and the squad eventually arrive at their destination. The doors swing open once again and harsh white light spills into the back of the truck, temporarily blinding the squad. More troopers, or perhaps the same ones, assist them out of the truck and into a featureless loading bay. The troopers aren't rough, but their attitudes make it clear that any unruliness will be dealt with harshly. The squad members are led away, through cold corridors and security doors, to stations where they are washed and provided basic grey jumpsuits, then on to small cells. Each trooper is confined to their own cell, a small room with only a bed and a toilet in it. On the bed is a copy of the PDF Infantryman's Uplifting Primer. Shortly after being deposited in their cells, a hatch in each door opens and a meal is slid through before the hatch closes again. Days, weeks, maybe even months pass, with the troopers only ever emerging from their cells for two things: exercise and tests. The tests range from a simple recital of hymns, to being connected to strange, clunking machinery. Sometimes these tests go for hours. In this time, they have no contact with each other or the outside world. Their captors aren't kind, but nor are they harsh. Eventually, presumably when the squad are deemed free from taint, they are finally reunited, in a large mess hall, empty save for the tables and benches. Colonel Wylan is waiting for them and addresses them as they enter. "I apologise for the treatment, troopers, but it was necessary to ensure your purity. Your actions have been reviewed and the Lords have decided to invite you to a celebration in your honour. Personally, I think it's pointless frivolity, but it doesn't matter what I think. The celebration will be tomorrow night; your dress uniforms will be delivered to your rooms. In the meantime, get yourselves presentable. And don't gently caress it up." The Colonel turns and strides out of the room, leaving the squad to prepare. The next twenty-four hours are a welcome blur of activity for the squad, as they are fed and groomed for the upcoming event. Finally, they are ready to depart, and a truck takes them through the Nobles' city of Aphros to the Governor's palace. The city is a marvel of gleaming metal and glass, all in tasteful shades of blue and green. Water fountains and pools are everywhere, lining the broad streets and forming elaborate features outside the Noble Houses. Despite their opulence, the Governor's palace puts them all to shame. Constructed of polished black stone flecked with gold, the facade is both imposing and decadent at once. Passing through gates large enough to fit a Baneblade, the squad's truck circles around the enormous building to an expansive garden at the back, which has been decked with lights. The far wall is entirely glass, showing a view of the world outside. The upper class nobility of Aphros wander the gardens, while servants scurry between the groups, delivering food and drink.  As the squad disembark and enter the party, a young man wearing a brocaded coat announces, "Planetary Defence Force squad four-eight-four!" The nobles' attention is directed toward the troopers and a smattering of applause spreads around the garden. Many of the nobles quickly turn back to their own conversations after this token gesture, though a few seem genuinely interested. One elderly gentleman, his uniform richly hung with medals, raises his glass to Stanley as he catches his eye. A grim-looking Lord keeps looking at the troopers, despite being in conversation. A young woman in a truly outlandish outfit approaches the squad with a smile. "Ladies, gentlemen, I am Governor Deina Danem. I'd like to personally thank you for your contribution to our cities. The witch is an insidious threat, one that we must always be vigilant against. But I am talking about things that are best left for another time; please, enjoy yourselves." Gain 750xp and either 3 Corruption or 3 Insanity. Now's your chance to speak to the ruling class. Depending on how you go, I'll be giving you bonuses to logistics and such.
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Doren Parsis I'll take the corruption! Doren knew full well his bedside manner and people skills left something to be desired, however the ongoing issues the squad and the PDF as a whole had been encountering with sparse and poor quality supplies had stuck in his craw somewhat. He wasn't the person to do it, but he passed the message quietly amongst the others before they drifted off into the sea of attendants as dignitaries and nobles took the opportunity to be seen with the common infantry and the heroes of the hour - drum up support amongst the nobility for increased funding. Make them aware of the simmering rebellion against them or some such. As the squad separated into ones and twos, he took a deep breath and straightened from the habitual slouch from years in front of a cryptographic cogitator before his conscription and strode off, a fixed but awkward smile plastered across his face. Nodding amiably to the few people who he was too slow to avoid the eyes of, eventually he was drawn into groups in deep conversation on all manner of topics - luckily he had more than ample knowledge in a little of everything and stopped short of being proven a stupid footslogger when prompted for his opinion on matters, to the surprise of several of the attendants. He nibbled at the rich foods and drinks on offer, worried about the effect on his digestion after so many months of the rough and basic PDF rations but tried to be polite, despite the excesses on display at the event. Going to use my high INT and my all-knowledges thing to bluff my way through any tricky topics of discussion. I'll let the others steer conversations in the right direction however, as I expect I'd fumble and have the nobles send a call for Space Marines to clean up the mess.
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 Falcone I'll take the insanity. Only the insane shall prosper. "Can I start the festivities with a dance? Yeah? Ok good to the dance floor!" Falcone exclaims as he grabs a drink from a passing servant in one hand and brings the Governor to the dance floor with him for a song. Improper and in violation of all etiquette? Maybe but after being kept on 20 hour lockdown for the better part of...however long it was, he yearned to stretch those legs and enjoy life. And he figured his newfound agility from trying to wall run and back flip during "exercise hour" for weeks would lend him a bit of a hand at this whole dancing thing. Falcone spends the rest of the time dancing with hot nob chicks and in no way bothering them with the plight of the squad or the people. Because who would give a gently caress? Today is all about drinking fine amasec, eating fine food, and other assorted pleasures. Viva Miriya fucked around with this message at 12:22 on May 12, 2015 |
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Francine Unlike the rest of the squad, Francine had a whole lifetime of being stuck in a small room while assholes poke you with needles and do other tests. Growing up as ill as she was, as she still is, spending months in a hospital bed while doctors tried to figure out what was making her sick was something she could do in her sleep. But a fancy ball and reception? She'd rather take another six months in that cold and sterile cell. Wishing not to really engage anyone, Fran takes a glass of some bubbly alcohol concoction and takes a seat by a fountain. took the corruption. Also bought storm of iron and dodge +10
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Stanley So this is how the upper class lives. Stanley feels out of place here but knows he has to be at ease. This party is for them after all. Before they left for the governor's palace he found time to write a letter to his family telling them not to worry. He was safe, in good health, and cleared of any taint. Now he feels guilty being here instead of with them. But, the squad is his family too in a way. As long as they're safe everything is okay. Hell, he managed to keep them alive in a fight with a psyker. Not many can say the same. Deciding to make the most out of the situation, Stanley starts to mingle with the crowd. He talks about the bravery of the men and women of his squad and how they bravely faced down danger without any hesitation. Truly, a testament to the strength of the PDF...despite their low par gear. Why, if they could take down a psyker on their own with what they had, what could they do with more? Makes one wonder. Stanley eventually makes his way to the elderly gentleman whose eyes he had met earlier. With another old dog Stanley doesn't put up any act and just chats normally. Took the insanity because hey, charging a psyker is pretty insane. Bought Dodge+10, Inquiry +10. Using Inquiry to hint how the squad's gear is under par and unfit for heroes like us. Why, they should see what we can do with better stuff! Fellowship at 43, so Inquiry TN 53.
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I think it's safe to say this game's dead. I wanted to revive it but I just haven't been able to get back into it. Sorry, everyone.
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