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Brego The launch bay was smaller than the rest, but still quite long. Whoever this being before them was (Huracแn was right in suggesting it may be their host. One can never be sure of anything with the Alpha Legion), it was surely a calculated cruelty to make them walk the entire length of the deck to their appointed meeting. Just another way of informing the gathered warriors of their place. "If this object is as important as they believe, they would not have stored it away in the warehouse. That means dealing with the Mek and his entourage, which could be... problematic."  pre:Name: Brego Specialization: Chosen Pride: Beauty Disgrace: Waste Motivation: Immortality Characteristics: WS: 25 (30+ 0) [-5 Motivation] BS: 55 (30+20) [+5 Advance] S: 60 (30+10) [+20 Equipment] T: 40 (30+10) Ag: 55 (30+20) [+5 Advance] Int: 55 (30+20) [+5 Advance] Per: 30 (30+ 0) WP: 37 (30+10) [-4 Pride] [-4 Disgrace] [+5 Advance] Fel: 40 (30+10) Wounds: 21 Infamy: 61 IP: 6/6 CP: 25 Skills: Athletics Awareness Commerce Common Lore (All) +0 Common Lore (War) +10 Dodge +10 Forbidden Lore (Adeptus Astartes) Forbidden Lore (Demonology) Forbidden Lore (Horus Heresy/Long War) Forbidden Lore (Warp) Intimidate Linguistics (Low Gothic) Logic Medicae Navigate (Surface) Operate (Surface) +10 Parry Scholastic Lore (All) +0 Stealth Tech-Use +10 Trade (Armorer) Talents: Ambidextrous Ancient Warrior Bulging Biceps Deadeye Shot Double Team Heightened Senses (Sight, Hearing) Infused Knowledge Legion Weapon Training Lightning Reflexes Mechanicus Implants Nerves of Steel Quick Draw Rapid Reload Resistance (Cold, Heat, Poison) Unarmed Warrior Weapon Tech Traits: Amphibious Cold Killer Fear 4 Machine 6 Regeneration 6 Unnatural Ballistic Skill +7 Unnatural Intelligence +8 Unnatural Strength +10 Unnatural Toughness +10 Warp Instability Gifts: Chaos Organ (Unnatural BS +1) Fleshmoulding: - Machine 6 - Regeneration 6 - Unnatural BS +6 - Unnatural Int +6 - Unnatural Str +6 - Unnatural Tough +6 Psuedo-Demonhood Gear: Best Legion Power Armor - All subsystems - Scavenged Reconstruction - Servo Manipulators - Power Supply Tampering - Lathe-wrought Upgrade Reaper Autocannon w/ Custom Grip, Fluid Action Legion Bolter w/ 4 mags Legion Bolt Pistol w/ 2 mags Legion Combat Knife Legion Chainsword Chameleoline cloak Fancy Combi-tool (+15 to Tech-Use) Auspex Best Medi-kit Auto-Quill (Trade [Armorer]) Interface Port Best MIU Good Cerebral Implants Venic Noose Good Ritual Kit Best Legion Plasma Pistol w/ Cursed Metal, Ammo Glutton, Noxious Discharge Vehicle Interface Circuitry Calculus Logi Implant Advances: 5400/5600 Infamy +5 500 Tech Use 200 Ancient Warrior 250 Medicae 200 Agility +5 250 Intelligence +5 250 Ballistic Skill +5 250 Willpower +5 250 Mechanicus Implants 750 Logic 200 Forbidden Lore (Demonology) 200 Forbidden Lore (Warp) 200 Weapon Tech 250 Tech Use +10 350 Trade (Armorer) 200 Infused Knowledge 750 Operate (Surface) +10 350 Commerce 200 Vicissitude fucked around with this message at 04:03 on Jul 23, 2014 |
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Brego Brego turns to the diminutive woman, who had taken to draping herself over a stack of convenient crates. It almost seemed like an elegant duvet the way she lounged on them. "Your reputation for flippancy precedes you, lady, but you would do well not to insult our host or his retinue. Surely you have an inquiry or two?"
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Brego Brego's equipment kept itself in place as he dropped. The air-tight pod that holds his autocannon is intact, as are his bolt weapons. Unfortunately, the quickest path to their enemies' destruction lay in that stored heavy weapon and being underwater is certainly no place for most projectile weapons. The bolter, however, is quite different. The individual bolts are like small rockets or, in this case, torpedoes. They should suffice against the local fauna. Bolter at the ready. Doing a half action aim and semi-auto shot at the most convenient target. EDIT: Init 2d10+5 (drop lowest) = 13 pre:WS: 25 BS: 50 S: 60 (10) T: 40 (8) Ag: 50 Int: 50 Per: 30 Wp: 32 Fel: 40 Inf: 40 Wounds: 21 Armour: 8 on legs, arms, head. 10 on chest. Vicissitude fucked around with this message at 03:21 on Jun 16, 2013 |
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Brego "Bastard fish!" Well, it would be hard for him to miss with the target this close. Brego readjusts his aim and unloads, even as the painkillers begin to flood his bloodstream. Firing bolter point blank with a half aim and semi-auto. Should be enough to hit on a 90 BS. pre:WS: 25 BS: 50 S: 60 (10) T: 40 (8) Ag: 50 Int: 50 Per: 30 Wp: 32 Fel: 40 Inf: 40 Wounds: 14/21 Armour: 8 on legs, arms, head. 10 on chest.
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Jun 17, 2013 14:54
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Brego The raptor is too close to his target to risk a shot, but it seems that the former Soriatas was keeping her distance, wisely enough. Might as well lend his aid to her. Once more, Brego takes aim and snaps a short burst of thumb-sized rockets toward his icthyoid foes. Half aim and semi-auto burst. BS 60 plus whatever range bonus we get. pre:WS: 25 BS: 50 S: 60 (10) T: 40 (8) Ag: 50 Int: 50 Per: 30 Wp: 32 Fel: 40 Inf: 40 Wounds: 14/21 Armour: 8 on legs, arms, head. 10 on chest.
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Jun 22, 2013 18:56
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Brego "I do. We take the simple route and make our way to the Mechanicus depo under the cover of darkness, avoiding any contact wherever possible. It may be boring, possibly slow, but it will get us there quietly and without incident."
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Jun 23, 2013 18:39
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Brego "This is a poor plan. The orks will call more, which will call even more. Battle will only encourage them."
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Jun 27, 2013 23:59
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Brego The giant carrying case on Brego's back drops, opening as it hits the ground. Inside is a massive, if crudely-designed weapon. The barrel ends in a snarling dragon's maw. The design continues to serpentine its way back along the barrel to the stock, which is shaped like the twisting tail of the beast. Between its claws, the gun cradles its ammo drum. Brego hefts the Reaper to his shoulder. Armor locks in to position to brace the heavy weapon as it roars to life, belching smoke from the business end. The Mek and his boyz would face the fury of a Legion Marine. Half action to aim, then semi-auto burst with the Reaper. Gonna take +10 to hit with it instead of the extra hit. 1d100 vs BS 70 = 7. pre:WS: 25 BS: 50 S: 60 (10) T: 40 (8) Ag: 50
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Armour: 8 on legs, arms, head. 10 on chest.
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Armour: Head 8, Body 10, Arms 8, Legs 8
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Dodge: 60 Parry: 5
Ambidextrous
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Deadeye Shot
Lightning Reflexes
Nerves of Steel
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Unarmed Warrior
Legion Bolter 100m S/3/ 1d10+9X Pen.4 18/24 Half Tearing
Legion Bolt Pistol 30m S/2/ 1d10+9X Pen.4 8/8 Half Tearing
Legion Combat Knife 1d10+11R Pen.2
Legion Chainsword 1d10+14R Pen.3 Tearing, Balanced
Reaper Autocannon 300m S/3/- 3d10+8 I Pen.6 40/40 Full Reliable, Twin-linked
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Jul 17, 2013 13:53
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Brego Trying to wave away the thicker smoke spewing from his cannon, Brego continues to press fire. He makes a priority of those with the bigger and more elaborate guns, knowing that orks can cobble together some vicious tech when the inspiration, or sheer dumb luck, strikes. More dakka! Half aim, Semi-Auto burst. 1d100 vs BS 70 = 41 pre:WS: 25 BS: 50 S: 60 (10) T: 40 (8) Ag: 50
Int: 50 Per: 30 Wp: 32 Fel: 40 Inf: 40
Wounds: 14/21
Armour: 8 on legs, arms, head. 10 on chest.
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Armour: Head 8, Body 10, Arms 8, Legs 8
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Dodge: 60 Parry: 5
Ambidextrous
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Deadeye Shot
Lightning Reflexes
Nerves of Steel
Quick Draw
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Legion Bolter 100m S/3/ 1d10+9X Pen.4 18/24 Half Tearing
Legion Bolt Pistol 30m S/2/ 1d10+9X Pen.4 8/8 Half Tearing
Legion Combat Knife 1d10+11R Pen.2
Legion Chainsword 1d10+14R Pen.3 Tearing, Balanced
Reaper Autocannon 300m S/3/- 3d10+8 I Pen.6 36/40 Full Reliable, Twin-linked
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Jul 21, 2013 16:10
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Brego "Acknowledged. Targetting Deff Gun." Brego swings the barrel around and, at this range, can hardly help but hit the ork heading toward them. Truly the gods were favoring their endeavor. Wasn't taking into account the range. We're at point blank, so I'll do half aim and semi-auto again, and I'll take the extra hit for twin-linked. 1d100 vs BS 90 = 86. Ugh... pre:WS: 25 BS: 50 S: 60 (10) T: 40 (8) Ag: 50
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Armour: 8 on legs, arms, head. 10 on chest.
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Armour: Head 8, Body 10, Arms 8, Legs 8
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Dodge: 60 Parry: 5
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Deadeye Shot
Lightning Reflexes
Nerves of Steel
Quick Draw
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Unarmed Warrior
Legion Bolter 100m S/3/ 1d10+9X Pen.4 18/24 Half Tearing
Legion Bolt Pistol 30m S/2/ 1d10+9X Pen.4 8/8 Half Tearing
Legion Combat Knife 1d10+11R Pen.2
Legion Chainsword 1d10+14R Pen.3 Tearing, Balanced
Reaper Autocannon 300m S/3/- 3d10+8 I Pen.6 32/40 Full Reliable, Twin-linked
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Jul 22, 2013 12:21
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Brego The Chosen is rapidly feeling that she should do something to stop the fire of the bizarre Ork weapon. Turning to the mek with the shokk gun, he lets loose another smokey burst from his cannon. Half-aim and semi-auto burst. Short range, so I'm at BS 80 to hit. To hit roll is 27. Taking the extra hit from Twin-Linked. pre:WS: 25 BS: 50 S: 60 (10) T: 40 (8) Ag: 50
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Armour: 8 on legs, arms, head. 10 on chest.
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Armour: Head 8, Body 10, Arms 8, Legs 8
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Dodge: 60 Parry: 5
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Bulging Biceps
Deadeye Shot
Lightning Reflexes
Nerves of Steel
Quick Draw
Rapid Reload
Unarmed Warrior
Legion Bolter 100m S/3/ 1d10+9X Pen.4 18/24 Half Tearing
Legion Bolt Pistol 30m S/2/ 1d10+9X Pen.4 8/8 Half Tearing
Legion Combat Knife 1d10+11R Pen.2
Legion Chainsword 1d10+14R Pen.3 Tearing, Balanced
Reaper Autocannon 300m S/3/- 3d10+8 I Pen.6 28/40 Full Reliable, Twin-linked
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Aug 4, 2013 20:30
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Brego Well, that's annoying. The clamps in Brego's leg armor release enough for him to move around. He reaches up to grab the hovercar, hoping to drive out the tiny ork-kin and commandeer their vehicle. Being able to maneuver around would be a godsend at the moment. Trying to grab and mount the hovercar. I want a sweet ride! pre:WS: 25 BS: 50 S: 60 (10) T: 40 (8) Ag: 50
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Armour: Head 8, Body 10, Arms 8, Legs 8
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Dodge: 60 Parry: 5
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Deadeye Shot
Lightning Reflexes
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Quick Draw
Rapid Reload
Unarmed Warrior
Legion Bolter 100m S/3/ 1d10+9X Pen.4 18/24 Half Tearing
Legion Bolt Pistol 30m S/2/ 1d10+9X Pen.4 8/8 Half Tearing
Legion Combat Knife 1d10+11R Pen.2
Legion Chainsword 1d10+14R Pen.3 Tearing, Balanced
Reaper Autocannon 300m S/3/- 3d10+8 I Pen.6 28/40 Full Reliable, Twin-linked
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Aug 8, 2013 04:06
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Brego The Chosen is not particularly pleased at the outcome of this assault. Best to attempt to fall back to a more dependable position. He climbs to his knees, at least, and tries to stay down for cover as he pilots the vehicle back a ways. An autocannon is not a close-range weapon, as well as it works, and he'd rather have some distance between himself and his foes. "Fall back and regroup! They'll wither beneath concentrated fire." Crouching and trying to pilot the hovercraft. Operate (Surface) 50 pre:WS: 25 BS: 50 S: 60 (10) T: 40 (8) Ag: 50
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Armour: 8 on legs, arms, head. 10 on chest.
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Armour: Head 8, Body 10, Arms 8, Legs 8
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Dodge: 60 Parry: 5
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Lightning Reflexes
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Quick Draw
Rapid Reload
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Legion Bolter 100m S/3/ 1d10+9X Pen.4 18/24 Half Tearing
Legion Bolt Pistol 30m S/2/ 1d10+9X Pen.4 8/8 Half Tearing
Legion Combat Knife 1d10+11R Pen.2
Legion Chainsword 1d10+14R Pen.3 Tearing, Balanced
Reaper Autocannon 300m S/3/- 3d10+8 I Pen.6 24/40 Full Reliable, Twin-linked
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Brego That should be enough. Brego spins the vehicle to a stop and retrieves his autocannon where he left it on the floor of the hovercar. He braces it on the lip of the door and takes aim at the enemy, priorotizing the two closest to Phovos and Demeter. Half aim and semi-auto burst at the Kustom Snazzgun and Deffgun orks. Gonna blow them to pieces. I'll take the extra +10 to hit from Twin-linked. Total BS to hit is 70. pre:WS: 25 BS: 50 S: 60 (10) T: 40 (8) Ag: 50
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Dodge: 60 Parry: 5
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Legion Bolter 100m S/3/ 1d10+9X Pen.4 18/24 Half Tearing
Legion Bolt Pistol 30m S/2/ 1d10+9X Pen.4 8/8 Half Tearing
Legion Combat Knife 1d10+11R Pen.2
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Reaper Autocannon 300m S/3/- 3d10+8 I Pen.6 24/40 Full Reliable, Twin-linked
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Brego Brego pulls out his pistol and executes the tiny grot in the Kan. If nothing else, it'll delay the orks a while before they can wire another of the tiny annoyances into battle mode. For good measure, he fires the rest of his clip into the empty cockpits, destroying various controls and setting their enemy back yet longer. "If you sense the artifact, collect it. The rest of us can search through this wreckage for anything useful. Perhaps medical supplies are in order, no?"
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Brego Brego ignores the games being played with captive Imperials. They are insignificant at the moment. What wasn't was the potential among all the pieces before them. The greenskins are sloppy, but inventive in their own way. The kans and deff dreds they send out to war are proof enough of that. Metal cans patched up with weapons and mobility that function far better than they have any right to, if not exactly effectively. But in the scraps they overlook, perhaps there is some nugget of gold to be found. "If you're done playing with your new pet, by all means help me look through this pile. My kingdom for an auspex!" Looking for an auspex and/or any spare Mechanicus cybernetics to poach and possibly attach to our squaddie.
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Sep 19, 2013 01:04
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Brego Brego looks over the equipment that he's found. The auspex is functional, but not exceptional. The Impulse Units, though, are of a decent quality. Much can be done with them, he's sure. For now, though, he stores the salvaged equipment away. Affixing the auspex to the forearm of his armor, he looks around impatiently. Where was the bloody sorcerer? He should have the artifact by now. And where was the would-be noise marine? "Our ranks seem to thin. Perhaps we should regroup?"
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Brego "Regroup outside! The building will come down in moments!" Brego carts up his swag and swings the autocannon over his back. It's time to make their way to the extraction.
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Brego The building's flames lighting up the immediate area, Brego has no trouble getting into the hover-car and powering it up. It should carry them all. Well, hopefully all the armor won't overload the antigravitic engines in the drat thing, anyway. But if someone could pilot the other vehicle, they could split the load. Ceramite and adamantine aren't light, after all. Better to take the two. "Someone activate the other. It will hasten our extraction."
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Brego Brego is a well of esoteric knowledge in the praise of the gods, though nothing especially potent. But it's the little things in life, as they say. And over the course of a live lived for millennia, those little things add up. To start with, he inscibes in the ground the 8-pointed star. A blessing from the gods as a whole would be quicker than beseeching only one with a more complex preparation. Those servants of Slaanesh could inscribe their hexagram within the inner circle of the star. It would amuse the Prince of Excess to be "inside" the other gods, as it were. If there are any exotic beasts nearby to slaughter for the blood sacrifice, that would be good as well. Brego checks his new Auspex to scan the surrounding countryside. Scanning the area for something suitable to butcher.
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Oct 12, 2013 19:45
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Brego "Yes, we dedicate to Chaos itself. The Blood God may not look favorably upon such paltry offerings so far from a battlefield, not to such a... sorcerous rabble as us. Infect the goats for Father Nurgle, strike up the incense for the Prince of Excess. I leave the offerings to the Changer of Ways to those more knowledgeable than I." Brego peruses the books available to them. Sadly, he is not a linguist. Perhaps, though, it is merely the words to be spoken rather than the understanding. Perhaps he'll get lucky.
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Brego "'Space time warp hole thing'? Did you go to Scholam to learn that term? Can we just get on with this? I am injured and would rather repair my wounds than enjoy the pain. I do not take pleasure in it, like some do." Brego slams the old book shut and throws it back on the pile in the psyker's crate. Better to be done with this mission sooner than later.
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Brego There's little else that Brego can contribute to the ritual now. Some sort of spark jolted through him from the tome, but it was gone now. Perhaps the chance was lost, or he couldn't hold the charge. He was better at war anyway. Hefting his cannon, he follows the sorcerer and their... fresh companion. He needs to find a decent position to unload on the incoming vehicles. pre:WS BS S T Ag Per Int WP Fel Inf
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Armour: Head 8, Body 10, Arms 8, Legs 8
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Dodge: 60 Parry: 5
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Deadeye Shot
Lightning Reflexes
Nerves of Steel
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Rapid Reload
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Legion Bolter 100m S/3/ 1d10+9X Pen.4 18/24 Half Tearing
Legion Bolt Pistol 30m S/2/ 1d10+9X Pen.4 8/8 Half Tearing
Legion Combat Knife 1d10+11R Pen.2
Legion Chainsword 1d10+14R Pen.3 Tearing, Balanced
Reaper Autocannon 300m S/3/- 3d10+8 I Pen.6 40/40 Full Reliable, Twin-linked
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Brego Servants of the Corpse God... That does not wage peace. Brego has to keep himself steady. A Space Marine can wade through the thickest clutch of foes and emerge unscathed and covered in the blood of his enemies, but against one of their own it was a far more even bout. And that would not do at all. For victory, you had to stack every deck in your favor and pray to the gods that they would deal you a winning hand regardless of the enemy's attempts to do the same. To that end, Brego sets up the autocannon and takes aim at one of the speeders still approaching. He thumbs the fire selector to single shot, to minimize recoil and maximize his killing potential. Squeezing the trigger, he lets the cannon bark loudly in the night. Half aim and standard attack at one of the two approaching speeders. BS 60 with the penalty from Fear. pre:WS BS S T Ag Per Int WP Fel Inf
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Armour: Head 8, Body 10, Arms 8, Legs 8
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Dodge: 60 Parry: 5
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Bulging Biceps
Deadeye Shot
Lightning Reflexes
Nerves of Steel
Quick Draw
Rapid Reload
Unarmed Warrior
Legion Bolter 100m S/3/ 1d10+9X Pen.4 18/24 Half Tearing
Legion Bolt Pistol 30m S/2/ 1d10+9X Pen.4 8/8 Half Tearing
Legion Combat Knife 1d10+11R Pen.2
Legion Chainsword 1d10+14R Pen.3 Tearing, Balanced
Reaper Autocannon 300m S/3/- 3d10+8 I Pen.6 40/40 Full Reliable, Twin-linked
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Brego Bastards, the lot of them. The Sorcerer had picked a hell of a time to abandon the fight. Brego swings his cannon around. The loyalist marines had a heavy weapon of their own, which was something he was keen to get rid of immediately. Half aim and semi-auto burst at the Devastator's speeder. BS 80 and I get an extra hit as long as I hit at least once. pre:WS BS S T Ag Per Int WP Fel Inf
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Armour: Head 8, Body 10, Arms 8, Legs 8
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Dodge: 60 Parry: 5
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Bulging Biceps
Deadeye Shot
Lightning Reflexes
Nerves of Steel
Quick Draw
Rapid Reload
Unarmed Warrior
Legion Bolter 100m S/3/ 1d10+9X Pen.4 18/24 Half Tearing
Legion Bolt Pistol 30m S/2/ 1d10+9X Pen.4 8/8 Half Tearing
Legion Combat Knife 1d10+11R Pen.2
Legion Chainsword 1d10+14R Pen.3 Tearing, Balanced
Reaper Autocannon 300m S/3/- 3d10+8 I Pen.6 40/40 Full Reliable, Twin-linked
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Brego Brego reels at the multiple impacts and tries to drop down behind cover, any cover, to protect himself while he recovers. He needs a moment to think straight and get his wits about him. Spending an IP to recover from stun so I can get behind some cover. pre:WS BS S T Ag Per Int WP Fel Inf
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Armour: Head 8, Body 10, Arms 8, Legs 8
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Dodge: 60 Parry: 5
Ambidextrous
Bulging Biceps
Deadeye Shot
Lightning Reflexes
Nerves of Steel
Quick Draw
Rapid Reload
Unarmed Warrior
Legion Bolter 100m S/3/ 1d10+9X Pen.4 18/24 Half Tearing
Legion Bolt Pistol 30m S/2/ 1d10+9X Pen.4 8/8 Half Tearing
Legion Combat Knife 1d10+11R Pen.2
Legion Chainsword 1d10+14R Pen.3 Tearing, Balanced
Reaper Autocannon 300m S/4/- 3d10+8 I Pen.6 36/40 Full Reliable, Twin-linked
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Brego Bleeding and not too happy aboud it, Brego darts back to the site of the ritual when he sees the warp beginning to overtake local space. Ideally, he'll get the treatment he needs back at base. Better to be over there with more backup than here with nothing but Astartes to tender their mercies. Sprinting back to the portal.
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Brego Even as he enters the ritual circle, Brego can tell that the overwhelming power of the gods is reaching across the veil between this world and the Warp. The colors, the sensations... They breathe power into his frame. He knows they have blessed him with a favor, and he embraces it fully. Throughout his genetically enhanced body, he can feel changes being wrought. Parts of him are becoming as parts of his armor, ceramite and adamantine. His brain begins to drown out unnecessary static as the neural pathways replace themselves with new crisscrossing silicon traceries. Emotion gives way to logic, logic to clarity. Brego's organs even shift and begin to draw less biological energy based on current demands. There are no toxins to filter out, so his metabolic processes begin to wane in that regard in order to free up 'power' for more useful ones. All this expands his physical and mental power and he drinks it in. Every point he sees loses nothing in translation between sight and shot. He can calculate all variables with instantaneous results. He thanks the gods for their favor and turns back, now full of vim and vigor. He is ready to face all comers. Used my free ritual for Fleshmoulding. Unnatural Str, Toughness, BS and Int +6, Regen 6 and Machine 6. Phovos is the melee tank, I'm the gun tank.
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I put all my XP expenditure in my character sheet. I do have questions as to some acquisitions. I think all my Dynebucks are going into Good Cranial Implants. Other than that, what are the limits on what we can requisition? I got a lot of stuff I want to get. I got weapons to design and demons to bind into them. Edit: Also, I think I'll go with Psuedo-Demonhood for my mutation. Vicissitude fucked around with this message at 05:43 on Dec 2, 2013 |
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Good, then here's my shopping list: *Best Medi-kit *Auto-Quill (Trade [Armorer]) - OW version, which gives +10 to one Trade skill *Interface Port Best MIU (Cobbled from spare parts) Good Cerebral Implants (40 Dynebucks) *Venic Noose (Tome of Blood) *Aetheme Blade (Tome of Excess) *Good Ritual Kit (Tome of Excess) *4 Clips High Explosive rounds for Reaper (RT - Faith and Coin) *Servo Manipulators for Power Armor (RT - Hostile Acquisitions) *Best Legion Plasma Gun w/ Cursed Metal, Ammo Glutton, Noxious Discharge The RT stuff is, of course, up to you. Anything with a * has a net +0 modifier. Needs to be rolled for at my Infamy of 52. Vicissitude fucked around with this message at 06:15 on Dec 3, 2013 |
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Dec 2, 2013 17:28
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One question I have about terminator armor. Does it have subsystems like power armor does? If so, would they all be active in a suit of acquired Terminator armor or not? EDIT another one just occurred to me. Could I add additional customizations to my power armor and/or improve its quality with access to raw materials? Vicissitude fucked around with this message at 05:14 on Dec 3, 2013 |
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Brego Brego approaches Samira for a private word before he heads off. "Should you need assistance in the knowing of demons and the Warp, I have been given... insights into the matter. Seek me out if you need aid." With that, he stomps off to see if he can acquire some new equipment from whatever happens to be laying about. The workshop is crude, but it should suffice for the Chosen's needs at the moment. Sadly, he cannot muscle out the lesser scabby wretches that scuttle around. The lowlies are in charge of the general performance of the ship, and it would not do to remove them and arouse the ire of their host. Still, he could probably accomplish all their tasks and more far more efficiently alone. Brego made a note to speak with Lord Aphesius about that in the future, should the opportunity arise. The crew could be put to tasks more suited to them, like manual labor or the caring and feeding of the warp beasts. The merging of Brego's armor with his physical frame was not complete, which did not displease him. Truly, nothing pleased or displeased him as he quickly realized. He simply felt incomplete without it. The Black Carapace that laced his body was more integrated within, and not connecting it to the power armor he wore left a gap in his new logic that needed filling. Nevertheless, some discomforts were unavoidable. His wargear was damaged. That was something that needed tending to. Newfound knowledge was fed to him by the gods, and he put it to good use. But the first weapon he saw to was his best: himself. There were many damaged and broken pieces of equipment all over the shop, including the ones that Brego brought from the Mechanicus depot on the planet. The Mind Impulse Units were battered things, but each of them had something undamaged and often exceptional above and beyond its brothers in the scrapheap. Once he had pulled one apart, it seems like Brego had already known how to piece it back together. A circuit here, a pinch of solder there, a slight adjustment to the machine spirit's attitude. Soon, he'd cobbled together something, by his estimations, was 59.663% more efficient and effective than they'd had before. Now, it was just a matter of installing it. The flesh sculptors were surprisingly easy to convince, almost too eager to begin the cutting. Rare was it that they had an Astartes under their blades. Luckily, it was equally easy to convince them that, as a guest under the invitation of Lord Aphesius himself, it would be a sore blow to their master's plans should any unfortunate occurrence were to befall Brego. The MIU, alongside a datajack port pulled from a rotting and now-useless servitor, was implanted beneath the enhanced flesh and bone of the champion. Another device that he spotted in the shop followed. It cost only a few small promises to acquire, a vow to use his newfound expanded intellect on a few projects in the shop and medical facilities, and they agreed to part with it. A rarity, even among the loyalists, the cranial implants would work in tandem with the vision his gods had granted him, making Brego's mind a formidable weapon indeed. The most difficult thing he wanted to acquire was a plasma gun. His time in physical recovery was brief due to his enhanced fortitude, but nevertheless it was time he spent in thought. A desecrated noose, profaned by the gods, and a high quality collection of ritual accouterments would help him in his future plans. The trouble is, the only decent quality plasma weapon was not available. Unless he was willing to make a deal. Mordicant was a ratty little thing. The renegade trooper who looked like death warmed over, a tiny man who could barely hold the massive weapon he'd supposedly taken off of a champion of Slaanesh. He was worn away as if by some walking plague, but he was no follower of the god of such things. By the symbols he bedecked himself with, he was a passionate follower of the blood god, perhaps even Blood Pact. He claimed as much, but his lack of their rigid discipline and the sheer fact that he was on this ship rather than under Gaur's command made his story suspect at the very least. Long story short, Brego was commissioned to craft a weapon of power for the little man. It need not be a plasma weapon to replace the loaner he was handing over, but he wanted something blessed by Khorne himself. Something that would vent the rage of the Brass Throne. He went on like that for a long while. Brego listened only in the interest of cateloging the man's request, no longer able to be bored. It wasn't until later that he realized he'd been sold a bill of goods. The plasma gun burned when it was touched and vented nearly toxic steam when it fired. The power coils were severely weakened by lack of maintenance, so poorly did Mordicant treat it. And so it was that the Chosen of Chaos set to work, first on his own equipment, then on fulfilling his obligations to his 'clients'. Surely the fleshrenders and work benches could use some sprucing up while he was there. And he now had the insights on how to do it. First off, getting my implants in. Next step, tool my armor so I can overcome the ammo problem for the plasma gun. Trying to add Power Supply Tampering with Trade (Armorer) at 65. After that, general Tech Use at 75-95 (depending on if MIU and/or Interface Port help) to spruce up the medical and workshop facilities to see if I can help make them more efficient in exchange for their aid. Once that's settled, start working on Tech Use to design a sufficiently Khornate weapon for Mordicant. Maybe something from Tome of Blood if that will please him.
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Brego Brego turns to the fallen Sorcerer. It's an odd way of moving, almost like a preset automatic response. First the Chosen's head turns as if to lock onto the speaker, then the rest of his body turns to face Demeter. It's almost like a servitor, though there's clearly a thinking mind within his skull, as evidenced by the outrageous designs being spread out across the work bench. "Demeter, Blood Raven, former. Knowledge is something that has been coming very quickly to me since our last excursion. Still, I understand that too much knowledge is a null-" he pauses a moment. "Too much knowledge is not something that exists. Any input you can offer will be welcome in the future. We shall all profit from this venture, I'm sure."
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Dec 6, 2013 06:41
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Brego The Chosen accesses his own vox link with a thought, one of the many perks of his new condition. "On the contrary, I am perfectly at ease with the changes being made to my frame. Would that I had experienced it sooner. What is it you need, Lady Samira?"
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Dec 6, 2013 21:47
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Brego "Interesting..." The chance to design a weapon to house the essence of one of the gods' own demonic commanders. This would be a worthy test of Brego's new capacity. No mere tool of simple butchery, but a finely crafted weapon of war. Something that can turn the air about it into a weapon of discordant noise. "I may have to examine your existing weaponry, but I think we can work something out."
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Dec 7, 2013 05:57
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Brego Brego finds it amazing, even after all this time, what he can find on this ship when he puts his mind to it. Granted, his mind is considerably expanded since he first set foot upon the vessel, but the sheer depth of variety available to him even out in black space beyond charted planets is impressive. When he thought to find 6 gilded staves bound in the flesh of Imperial martyrs, he'd assumed that he would have to launch a solo mission to acquire the hides necessary. But no, it seems that Lord Aphesius has foreseen many eventualities. Brego can only praise him for his wealth and influence among the forces of Chaos. The ritual is actually a rather simple one, considering the grand scale. To bind a greater daemon into the frame of mere weapon of war is a task that outstrips almost all others. Such a being deigning to lower itself to mere slaughter of the enemies of the gods is almost unheard of. Samira is truly blessed by the Dark Prince of Chaos to convince one of His daemonic generals to consent to the binding of its majesty into the frame of even one of Brego's weapons. It is an honor to the Chosen that his simple crafts are worthy of the likes of Eocco'odu้oked. Candles are lit, incense burned. The atmosphere in the chamber grows thick as the essence of a daemon is broken apart and strewn about the air to ready it for transfer into a physical object. The Keeper sits stoically, almost against its nature, as the pieces of its form turn to motes of light in the dimness. The pure energy of the warp touches everyone present. The flames of the candles burn brighter, the smell of the burnt wicks are stronger. Even the plasteel bulkheads seem firmer to those kneeling upon them in supplication of the greatness dissolving before them. Samira chants in the secret tongue of Slaanesh. Even Brego cannot decipher it at this time. His own awareness is not sufficient to understand the true tongue of a deity. Still, he files the information away. Someday he may form a kind of lexicon for such rituals, but today is not that day. The glory of a true binding is upon the ship and he is not one to belittle such an event. Brego fills in the ritual where he feels he must. The gods have given him the words directly, it seems. At every passage the would-be Noice Marine speaks, he cannot help but fill in the required response. Every passage of divine proclamation must be responded to in kind. Each stanza is a lock and Brego's response is a key that massages the tumblers of Warp space into their prophesied positions. Eocco'odu้oked flows like pure energy into the weapon. Brego swells with pride at that. No matter now many times he cycles the thought in his mind, the honor of a Keeper of Secrets taking his weapon as its vessel is beyond the norm. Cultists chant their encouragement as the beast makes a home of steel and leather and circuitry. The chant picks up in speed. Samira and Brego no longer wait for each others' responses. The flow of words is too swift for either to be in charge anymore. They've left the mortal realms and begun to touch the aether where the gods rule and the daemonic exists with nothing to prevent it from reaching back down to the mortal. The hum of voices around them has split into a sussurus of voices that threatens to overwhelm the senses and break the minds of those involved. It begins as the breaking of glass. There's a quick snap, the the renching screech as the pane of reality begins to tear apart from itself. The inevitable snap of the daemon driving itself home is almost unbearable. Half the cultists nearly drive themselves mad or succumb to physical hemorrhages. When the screams subside, the sonic weapon glows with a color not represented in the standard spectrum. Samira hefts the thing, her pupils dilating with the mix of pain and pleasure. She grins and asks to be taken to the firing range.
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Brego The Chosen's helm was off. On, or under, his pale skin could be seen geometric traceries of some kind of warpmetal. The one eye that hadn't been blessed by the gods was no longer the muddy brown it used to be. The white had gone an empty black, while the pupil changed from the original muddy brown to a bright green. His mismatched gaze followed the tactical readouts of the briefing. "External comms are easy enough to silence. It's the astropaths that will prove the most difficult to neutralize. I'm sure we don't have the number of psy-jammers to properly cover the entire ship. Perhaps simply voiding the entire vessel might suffice?" He turns to the sorcerer, who seems to be nursing one arm. While Brego applauds the man's effort to improve his physical frame, he can only criticize the choice of appliance. A far better bionic could easily be found or fashioned that would give a better performance than that crude collection of cables and steel. "Demeter, I know much of the Warp but less so of those who wield it. How best can we smother astropathic communication from our target?" Vicissitude fucked around with this message at 01:35 on Dec 29, 2013 |
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Brego Brego turns his head to Ahemait. It must feel like being under the gun, the way the Chosen moves. His head swivels to acquire a target before the rest of his body moves. "Your input... will be taken under advisement. But the interrogative was directed to Subject: Demeter."
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Dec 29, 2013 07:14
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Brego "The Soriatas' plan bears strong consideration. We will already have control of the comms. It would be a simple matter to call up the crew rosters and summon the astropaths to their fate. One they are deaf, dumb, and blind, they are easy prey. A manufactory ship like that is a mighty prize, and the souls a generous gift to the gods."
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Brego Brego turns to Nervad. Now it's the Alpha Legionnaire's turn to be under the gun. "Do you know shipwrighting so well as to tell me that there are no toxic substances in a manufactory vessel that can, alone or combined, cause visual or auditory hallucinations? Perhaps no cargo onboard can do so, but the viscous lifebloods of the ship are sure to be a mystery even to its captain. "With some adjustments, Janus' plan is sound. Wresting comm control must be paramount, though. If we barrel toward the astropaths like mad grox, they will be forewarned before we find our quarry. But if we hold the comm, we can deafen them as we eliminate their only other means of communication. "Surely you must see the logic."
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