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Relevant Lore Rolls: Scholastic Lore (Tactica Imperialis) (+10 bonus from Calculus Logi) (+20 bonus from Cerebral Implants) (+5 bonus from Scribe Tines) - Tactics! Common Lore (Machine Cult) (Int) (+20 bonus from Cerebral Implants) (+5 bonus from Scribe Tines) - Information about Skitarii and the like
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Resources: At quarantine gate - you and ~100 of your Subsixers The vacuum straw - ~2k Kriegers, Fabiyan The Deeps - The Tribes The Barracks - ~10k subsixers, including support staff and drug mutants. Vehicles are missing their turrets. The Alpha Deck - ~10k kriegers, ~20k drusians, 10 iron hands. currently in combat. The secret train - ~100k unarmed drusians.
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Jun 23, 2015 05:11
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Send in a servo skull with the magos's marks drawn all over it. It's a no/low risk probing of the enemy's IFF situation.
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Jun 23, 2015 05:14
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I Support Snipers Plan
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Jun 23, 2015 05:48
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K, So heres what Im picturing 1) Skulls skulls skulls 2) Lore 3) Subsixers split up, fire smoke grenades from launchers at all entrances 4) A half a dozen breaches begin with plasma or power drills 5) The 'real' breach is made with smoke, frag, haywire, rapier destroyer 6) We pour 2k Krieg and 5K penal pilgrims into the breach 7) See what happens Yes? Loel fucked around with this message at 08:39 on Jun 23, 2015 |
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Jun 23, 2015 08:35
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yesasss
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Jun 23, 2015 08:43
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Yes!
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Jun 23, 2015 08:54
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Close Enough.
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Jun 23, 2015 09:12
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Can the train with 100K Drusians be rammed into the engine deck?
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Jun 23, 2015 09:16
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A conclusion has been reached that our hallucination of Skade dictated what later became the best-selling romance novel A Rogue Trader's Husband to us, and we published the results under the pen name Piter DeVries. This should have the effect of distancing our own name from having written a sleazy fanfic about our favourite commissar, and of ensuring that Devries will forever be remembered not as the person who outwitted the Iron Maiden, but as a pulpy smutpeddler.
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Jun 23, 2015 09:18
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Shadeoses posted:Can the train with 100K Drusians be rammed into the engine deck? It definitly won't fit 100k Drusians, but I think you will like what i do in the next post 
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Jun 23, 2015 09:19
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That they are unplugged might mean that the Magos worries that if they were wired in they might be compromised. This could either mean something loose in the net, or the Magos is specifically defending against us being loose in the net. are the Skitaari even connected to one another? How are they communicating? Just signals, voice etc.?
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Jun 23, 2015 09:20
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Waci posted:A conclusion has been reached that our hallucination of Skade dictated what later became the best-selling romance novel A Rogue Trader's Husband to us, and we published the results under the pen name Piter DeVries. This x1000
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Jun 23, 2015 09:20
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Sogol posted:That they are unplugged might mean that the Magos worries that if they were wired in they might be compromised. This could either mean something loose in the net, or the Magos is specifically defending against us being loose in the net. If he wasn't defending against you before, he will be shortly
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Jun 23, 2015 09:21
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Waci posted:A conclusion has been reached that our hallucination of Skade dictated what later became the best-selling romance novel A Rogue Trader's Husband to us, and we published the results under the pen name Piter DeVries. Yes.
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Jun 23, 2015 09:23
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Todays music: Suicide Commando Dead Space Almost cheerfully, your servo-skull bobbed its way up the ramp towards the (possible) enemy’s gate. It was one of your later pieces, collected from Guardsmen in the barracks on Golgotha. You felt a moment of regret, remembering how Tanya had showed you that place, her little secret, and then you pushed it away. Time to focus on current things. You didn’t like the way it was positioned, frankly. Running uphill with little cover against an entrenched and forewarned position was just a long way of saying suicide, and the respect the quarantine had given you might not be the same for your troops. You could just picture trying to walk your company up the line, only to be to cut to ribbons before you could do anything about. No, it was much better this way. The skull nearly made it to the steel barriers, too. You had prepared a drill and camera, just in case it actually made it. Interestingly, the servo-skull stalled in midair a few meters away. It then fell to the ground, the calcium bones disintegrating. The last reports it sent said it suffered circuit failure. And wasn’t that interesting? You sucked on your teeth thoughtfully. The Quarantine seemed to be taking itself seriously, with no respect for your followers or works. And you had to know what was happening - had they released something of their own will? Or were they trying to keep something contained? What was the relation to the swarms of xenos crawling on your Ship? You had sent a pair of servo-skulls to float behind the Iron Hands, who didn’t appear to complain. The hull was absolutely covered with the things, and the Iron Hands were working their way through them at an actually decent pace. Given what you remembered of their mind link, it wasn’t surprising. Still, a five klick walk would take them some time, if they were heading to Alpha Deck. Well, the front door was definitely out. Anything that could shoot through metal and disintegrate bone would turn your forces into so many specimens. You were actually concerned on the range of whatever weapons they were using - were your troops far enough away, or had you just not provoked the Skitarii sufficiently? You reached out with your mind, sent orders on the radio. When in doubt, go around. Your Sub-sixers slowly distributed themselves to each entrance of the Engines, five in all. A couple squads to each, not even a platoon. You had told them to go to maximum range, set up grenade launchers, and just fire smoke grenades until they ran out. And they had boxes of the things, each lasting minutes. The enemy wouldn’t know if you were building up at any of the gates, or all of them. Meanwhile, you began boring your own way through the side. The target location you had chosen was a decent one, defensible once breached, and in good proximity to several potential valuable locations. It took time to do so, though, and soon you were receiving messages that the Kriegers had finished destroying the xeno in the vacuum breach. They were moving up to support you. So, of course, you had them use their melta-guns to begin making breaches of their own. Soon there were a dozen such tunnels, each heading for a potential location. Yours would be the real breach, but the Quarantine would have no idea - and would be having to stretch out and defend against twenty or so possible attacks. You felt the thump of warheads detonating in space. Ah ha. You walked back to the vacuum, looking at the horizon of space. Entering the vacuum breach, a column of Gorgon superheavy troop carriers. Floating, and riding the explosive wave of sequential warheads. Conventional, of course, although Jeb had really wanted to try for the Orion approach. You told him detonating hundreds of fusion warheads outside your hull was a bad idea, even if you could find that number. Your skulls had even reported that the blast waves had scoured much of the hull of the ship, allowing the Iron Hands to advance dramatically. And now the Gorgons were driving (well, crashing really) into hastily prepared docks that the Kriegers had set up. Quickly building bunkers that could receive troops and was protected from hostile atmospheres was . . . kind of their thing. The penal unit was out of their minds, as per usual - the Gorgons had mounted flashing lights and colors on their spotlights, and the hundreds of pilgrims were chasing them mindlessly. They were equipped with shotguns, chainswords, and flamers, which would be quite useful in the small compartments. If they remembered to use them. If they remembered they used to live here, they showed no sign of it. Meanwhile, the Kriegers were amassing outside your tunnel. Lasguns, krak and frag grenades, and the first team was given your personal set of haywire grenades. Plan was, Krieger would breach, take the first room, and attempt to hold it. Then the pilgrims would rush in from that point, like water from a dam. As terrain was taken, new Krieger companies would move in to hold and fortify. Your skulls were scattered across the column, ready to impart new information directly to you. And… go. Will continue soonish, but I wanted to set the scene
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Jun 23, 2015 10:33
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Okay things look dire but everyone remember THE MAGOS DID NOTHING WRONG
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Jun 23, 2015 10:38
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Slice of Life XLIX While the attack on Alpha Deck was not unexpected (it being one of the most heavily defended places even before the Krieg were stationed there), it was still more devastating than could be anticipated. Almost immediately following the torpedo strike at midship, two more torpedoes detonated off the bow. The targeting was superbly placed, removing the wall behind the Command Chair as well as the wall of the recyclers. Thousands of Drusians - and far worse, dozens of psykers - were sucked into the void. Immediately after this, two things happened. Firstly, the pressure seals in Alpha Deck locked. A breach there had always been viewed as untidy, with hundreds of Family potentially unprepared for vacuum. In addition to this, hundreds - thousands - of xenos began their swarm into Alpha Deck. The malign intelligence that had planned the attack had done so nearly perfectly - waiting until the bulk of the Krieger columns were vulnerable to attack both the soldiery and the HQ of the Ship. For those who haven’t fought Krieg, it can’t really be imagined. Particularly in a place they are defending in, and have had time to fortify. Oh, Kriegers might be known as suicidally brave attack troops - but is on the defense that they are the best in the galaxy. All those xeno, those hundreds of malignant and ugly things, died instantly. Mines of a dozen sorts burst, razor wire tore them to ribbons, nested heavy bolters and autocannons fired with no warning. The Krieg hadn’t needed a reason to point guns at the Command Chair and surround it with mines, they simply did it. Vast billious clouds of chemical agents - SLUDGE and blister - immediately flooded out, destroying the second wave of xenos. Some of them weren’t able to hold their breath for long periods, others simply thought they were safe once inside. Many suffered from open wounds - and the chemical agents filled them, killed them. The bodies were already a meter thick on the ground, and more came in. The first skirmish line of Krieg was crushed by the following wave of xeno, their weapons overheated, barrels melting. They went bayonet to claw, and took their enemies down, but it wasn’t enough. Instead, they called mortars on their own position, with the name of Fabiyan on their lips as they died. The xenos pressed forward, cracking open bulkheads with their horrendous rending claws. Every step - every meter - was paid for by vast amounts of xeno blood. There were many occasions of feigned retreats by the Krieg, and counter assaults combined with prepared mortars. They killed ten times their number, and more than ten times, and the xeno kept coming. It was a close thing in the residential quarters, with Kriegers stacked up outside the very rooms, but they held. In the recyclers, things were less fortunate. Whether the battlefield was less prepared, or the Krieger believed they couldn’t risk damaging the recyclers in sufficient detail, the xenos pushed over them. Or perhaps it was just that the enemy knew to push there, knew how valuable it would be, and drove forward with their largest host. Thousands of Drusians were pushed into the breach, picked up Krieger weapons and tried to continue the fight, but they lacked the will, the armor, the coordination of command. Soon, the recyclers were in xeno hands.
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Jun 23, 2015 13:16
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Xun posted:Okay things look dire but everyone remember Prometheum can't melt titanium beams 
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Jun 23, 2015 13:20
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Go Waiting outside the tunnel was one of the stranger experiences of your life. You had committed the plan, gotten all the troops in a row, and given the order, and now it was just waiting to see it through. You couldn’t really give any new orders (like what? keep going forward?) and you couldn’t even see the tactical situation for the first twenty minutes or so. Your servo skulls floated through the tunnel, spread between every thousand troops. You could hear the sounds of violence - explosions, las and plasma fire, other things less recognizable - but you couldn’t really do much about it. The sounds were much the same whichever set of ears you listened through, although the change in proximity changed the sounds to something strange, alien. You had spent the last few years on battlefields, but this was the most surreal. Finally, the most advanced skull floated into view of the target chamber. It was a mess of blood and meat, and scattered here and there you could see cybernetics from dismembered Mechanicus. It looked like they had been incapacitated by the haywire grenades, and then the pilgrims had gotten to them. You internally resolved to get rid of them soon, they were becoming … troublesome. The room itself had been loosely fortified, with metal plating torn from the walls by plasma fire, fused into new positions by plasma torches. These, too, had the heavy marks of extensive combat, las fire and projectile weapons and scratches from clawed things. You noticed there was little use of chemical agents - they would hurt your penal units more than the Mechanicus. Still, there was nothing here to suggest tech-heresy. You started to wonder if perhaps you had made a mistake. It was hard to tell where the battlefield was going, or who was winning - all you could do was watch your troops being fed into the meat grinder. You had chosen this breach because of the flexibility of the position, but without leadership all it meant was that feral pilgrims were sprinting into any direction, shredding all they came across. You didn’t want to commit a servo-skull to the most forward line, either, not until the second one came up. The sounds of grenades were continuous. Finally, your second skull arrived, and you stationed in the breach room. The first advanced in a random direction, and saw that the floors were literally soaked in blood, centimeters deep. It didn’t matter though, as the troops following were forced to walk on body to body, or more commonly, limb to limb and organ to organ. Ork-spored humans vs murder-servitors left no one alive. Or in one piece. Small teams of Krieger fortified each position behind the pilgrims, welding plates between each section. These became the sites of further battlegrounds, as squads of Skitarii counter attacked, blasting the plates apart with vehicle standard weapons, firing at Krieg behind armor-servitors of their own. Still, your initial breach was holding, the Rapier Destroyer taking on all comers, and still you fed your troops into the grinder.
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Jun 23, 2015 13:53
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Slice of Life L The recyclers had received an overhaul after a daemonic incursion, including parts lifted from Golgotha, but it hadn’t actually changed all that much. Sure, enough parts to fill a factory had been taken out and replaced, but that couldn’t really show how many bits and pieces there were to the place. It was a chamber literally millennia old, with a million ad-hoc solutions and slapdash fixes stacked onto ‘temporary’ patches and idealistic renovations. Even the ecosystem was noticeably different from the rest of the ship, much more reliant on the dramatic changes of temperature, the outflows of intense heat, the easy access to hundreds of thousands of liters of protein. One would probably have to go into the most obscure places in Between to see similar amounts of biomass, and it was equally uncategorized. When the xeno had blasted open one wall of the chamber, many of the strange creatures had been taken into the void. Many others, though, had burrowed themselves in vents, in ceiling cables, in lakes of various oozes. And while their sacrifices were never known or never recorded, they too defended the recyclers with the feral territoriality of their kind. Hundreds of xeno were struck down before they even noticed that the urban jungle they had entered had teeth. In the end, though, most of the ecosphere was destroyed, along with the defending legions of Krieg and Drusians. The xenos didn’t seem too focused on destroying the technology, although many vats and platforms were scarred by extensive claw marks. And then they began making the place their own, in their own inexplicable way. The entrance of the recyclers, where food rioters had been massacred some years ago, was the site of continual counterattacks. The Krieger had established it as a bottleneck where xenos couldn’t expand out of, and the xenos had locked down the entrance that couldn’t be breached. Even as the main hallway became a viciously bloody stalemate, both sides began burrowing through the side chambers, brutalizing rooms that hadn’t seen life in centuries. Loel fucked around with this message at 15:21 on Jun 23, 2015 |
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Jun 23, 2015 15:18
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Omnissiah save us. If we live through this we're going to need an army of merry maid servitors to clean up this mess.
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Jun 23, 2015 15:44
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Think on the bright side. The more poo poo that gets torn down, the more poo poo we get to personally refurbish with the Ohone touch!
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Jun 23, 2015 15:51
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Or scuttle this millennium old star ship and move to a better neighbourhood. But I like the beast and it's refusal to die. The Beast is a space hulk, not a ship. We could probably detach large segments and cobble together new solutions.
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Jun 23, 2015 15:54
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This ship has more character than any other vessel I've ever read about. It makes me sad to see it torn to bits like this.
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Jun 23, 2015 15:54
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Wearing Down You handed Fabiyan the data slate. “What do you think?” He flipped through it, looking at the different viewpoints you had set up. Servo-skulls floated behind key battle sites, watching your rear and flanks. He nodded slightly. “I.. I’m not sure what to do here.” You said frustratedly. “It’s dozens… a hundred! rooms, each with their own battle. See, that one? That’s had four counter-attacks in an hour.” You pointed to one where the barriers of steel had been replaced by a stack of bodies. They had plasma holes seared through them, and Kriegers were shooting through the holes. He shrugged. “We’ve committed everything we’ve got. The local Comissars are direcitng things.” “No reserves at all?” “The rest are committed on Alpha Deck. We’ve gotten the Family quarters safe, and we’re contesting the Recyclers. Any word from the Iron Hands?” You checked your servo-skull. “They’ve just arrived at the Recyclers, vacuum side.” You flipped to that image, as the Space Marines began cutting down xenos by the dozen. He stopped you. “Wait, go back. What was that?” You flipped through the images. Blinked. “We’re losing skulls.” “Go to the fall back positions.” Behind welded plates, servo-skulls looked down honeycombed hallways. There weren’t really any walls anymore, just a three dimensional warren of plasma and lasfire and grenades. As you watched, the drugged troops began slumping over where they stood, crumbling, dying. “What’s doing that?” “Their secret weapon, I think. I saw them use it on my first servoskull. Shoots through cover.” The Kriegers adjusted immediately, but had lost a substantial portion of their meatshields. They began reducing the walls even further, finding the weapon users. You blinked again. “That’s a Rak’Gol. With Mechanicus implants.” Fabiyan’s face was a grim line. “We’re going to need to go in ourselves.”
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Jun 23, 2015 16:08
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Well that settles the question about the Magos' possible tech heresy once and for all.
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Jun 23, 2015 16:23
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loving called it.
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Jun 23, 2015 16:39
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Well, Lore it up. What do we know about these critters?
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Jun 23, 2015 16:47
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I love that in the grim darkness of the far future, people still remember the Orion Project idea with fondness. 
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Jun 23, 2015 16:55
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Obviously we need to capture this xeno and turn it into a servitor.
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Jun 23, 2015 16:56
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THE MAGOS DID NOTHING WRONG
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Jun 23, 2015 16:58
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The longer we wait the more we are going to lose. We need to spearhead to the Magos and the Scream Queen, possibly one in the same now, and shove a can of sludge down its throat. Tear the ship apart of we have to, eat the engines, burn the shallows! Anything to make this fight end. Anything broken we can rebuild with Athena's help. Once the hulk can limp along we find a nice little colony asteroid near terra, load up some crew and start rebuilding a decent starship out of the hulk without all this warp chaos and xeno tech-heresy.
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Jun 23, 2015 17:03
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Gonna wanna pay Mars a visit and get this place spruced up once we're done here. Maybe requisition some more astropaths, we're probably running low. Looks like us and husbando are going to Breach and Clear things together. How romantic.
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Jun 23, 2015 17:08
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ElrondHubbard posted:Looks like us and husbando are going to Breach and Clear things together. How romantic. The last time Ohone and her Husband breeched and cleared things, got so hot they were practically nuclear. People were really blown away. I don't know what set them off, but afterwards Ohone was glowing.
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Jun 23, 2015 17:29
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Arkanomen posted:... without all this warp chaos and xeno tech-heresy . You take that back! There's nothing wrong with xeno tech heresy. If the
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Jun 23, 2015 17:35
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Im rather curious to see you handle a heretek when you are one yourself 
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Jun 23, 2015 17:37
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LowellDND posted:Im rather curious to see you handle a heretek when you are one yourself Well we're not attacking the ship with a race of invisible spiders. I think we have moral high ground.
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Jun 23, 2015 17:48
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Athena is man-made and the Imperium is man and made by the Emperor, therefore Athena is Emperor made. the Astartes are made by the emperor from the emperor therefore Athena is an aspect of the Emperor therefore we are not a Heretic but you are for questioning the sainthood of Fabiyan and his holy wife Ohone. Checkmate QED  
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So is Amacita the Screamer or what?
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