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paragon1 posted:If Typhus expects the Abrogates, of all loving people, to carelessly overextend then he has a nasty surprise in store. Agreed. These are the guys who sandbag the sand pits for fortification. They're not going to overextend. Arkanomen posted:Okay. We Phalanx. Grognan posted:Advance with the Beast, keep Hera in the real. We're going to carve our way to Typhus while blowing everything to hell Basically this, yes. We're going slow and steady, and we'll spot any traps Typhus lays an AU away, because he has underestimated us for the last time. 
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Current: 458,682 The beachhead seized by the Abrogates … should not have been possible. Any general out of Cadia would have said such a thing would be a ludicrous suicide run. Outnumbered thousands and tens of thousands to one, attacking an entrenched position, one held by daemons - impossible. Particularly those held by the Plague-Lord, the most stubborn and tenacious form of defender. A god of entropy, inertia and decay grew only stronger on battlefields of trenches and wire. And yet, the Abrogates were born in such a place. Disease, noxious clouds, poison death - those were the homes of the Krieg. Their protective gear was closer to them than their own skin, and ignored the primary tools of the Plague-Lord as if it was the purest air. Assaulting a zero-g position in three dimensions, backed by the Beast - that was everything they had trained for. When they shattered the landing zone, the Real fell with them. Daemons popped out of existence, and cultists were stripped of their infernal gifts. Indeed, they suffered many of the horrors that they had inflicted on Imperial worlds, as the Abrogates unleashed SLUDGE and worse things. Spines snapped as muscles convulsed, suffocation savaging the enemy lines. And then - they held the position. The forces of the Plague-Lord were well used to keeping their lines breached; indeed, infection and corruption was their doctrine. The feeling of the supposed success, followed by confusion, hopelessness, despair - such was meat and drink to the Plague-Lord. When Imperial troops pushed through, they tended to be heady from their success, over-extend. The Abrogates, instead, fortified. And fortified some more. Their advance was slow, incremental, more akin to the tides than the assaults of Imperial troops. And like the tides, they could wear down the mountains, turn them to sand - and then wash away the sand itself. The Herald watched them carefully, perplexed and intrigued by a force that exemplified the traits of the Plague-Lord even better than his own. A flex of his will, and those emotions washed into the Abrogates. Despair, hopelessness, a belief in the inevitability and failure of it all. A knowledge that they would die, everyone they knew would die, and no one would mourn their passing. Such a thing had broken a thousand fortresses over the millennia, and he expected similar results here. And yet .. they didn’t falter. The Abrogates were barely human, believed themselves already dead. They had been severed from family and friends, there was only obedience to duty, and then obedience to death. They had their Faith, they were their Faith. His emotional savagery had as little impact on them as the wind itself. He could have as easily taunted machines, or the dead. Meter by meter, the Abrogates inched deeper into the interior of Ceres.
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May 11, 2016 06:27
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And now the Grey Knights can retreat, rearm, and deep strike again, ad nauseum. Now the enemy is on the wrong side of the attrition equation. I imagine it will be like breaking up a biofilm.
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Current: 459,144 <Check this out.> <...Really?> - “Sire, the enemy has pushed well into Ceres. The ground troops have yet to abandon the Beast.” “Very well. Move us into position.”  Older than the Imperium, the Terminus Est was one of the greatest ships in the service of the God-Emperor - and then the service of the Plague-Lord. It had participated in the Siege of Terra, conquered much of the Eye of Terror for the forces of Typhus. Over the long millennia, it had been the vector for a thousand horrific diseases and viral agents. It didn’t have torpedo bays, it had pustule pods. Instead of a crew, it had a semi-autonomous hive of virulency. In its day, it had depopulated entire sectors, turned trillions of people into so many charnel houses. Entire hive-worlds, with only the dead and the buzzing of flies. And with your commitment to Ceres, it had appeared in the warp skies above you, trapping you in place. Now, like two great wrestlers, you and Typhus would push against each other, each dedicated to SHEER TENACIOUSNESS. cat walked on caps lock but im keeping it Hera and Athena paled when they saw it appear on the screen. You blinked, looked at them. “What’s the problem?” Hera’s voice was low. “That’s … that’s Hades.” You could feel blood drain from your own face. “Typhus has one of the Pantheon?” Athena licked her lips, paused. . . . . . . . Both Minds burst out laughing. “What, what?” You stared at them, bewildered. “Of course that’s not Hades. That’s just some random ship.” Athena was still chuckling. Hera cracked her knuckles, stretched. “And I … am going to kick its rear end.”
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I haven't been keeping up on this thread because holy poo poo so much backlog. But I recently noticed that Waci got probated, got curious, followed the link and holy poo poo what have you crazy fuckers been up to?
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Tomn posted:I haven't been keeping up on this thread because holy poo poo so much backlog. That about sums it up yeah 
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LowellDND posted:Current: 459,144 it's pretty bad when you're being trolled by two ancient AIs but holy poo poo I'm excited to see Hera throw down.
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May 11, 2016 07:21
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Again, Dark Age tech: the most storied and terrible ship in Imperial history is "some random ship, maybe infested? i dunno."
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For the curious: http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Terminus_Est
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Kick it's rear end, Hera!
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Since chat asked, here are some poofballs sleepy poofballs  camera noise startles them  birb?  is it a birb  investigation!  looking for birb  over there?  down?  over... there?  down this way?  where is birb Loel fucked around with this message at 08:54 on May 11, 2016 |
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LowellDND posted:Both Minds burst out laughing. T.G. Xarbala posted:Nice. LowellDND posted:Since chat asked, here are some poofballs T.G. Xarbala posted:Nice.
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Do you have names for them yet? If not, how about naming them after the two resident catgirl characters? I kind of enjoyed the updates with them hanging out with Oldsire. Also, pics of them in a breast pocket or something. 
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Oh hell yeah. Time for Hera to play with her food. Much like a kitten with a birb. Let's fly circles around this punk while our Abrogates fortify and push further into Ceres.
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May 11, 2016 19:06
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Oh goodness they're so cute  kittens looking for birb, what good babies
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mepstein73 posted:Oh hell yeah. Time for Hera to play with her food. Much like a kitten with a birb. Let's fly circles around this punk while our Abrogates fortify and push further into Ceres. Time is not on our side, honestly. Wipe it out, move on. Gloating is for the insecure.
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May 12, 2016 02:20
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We have a reputation to uphold. Overwhelming force, always
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Current: 459,726 The Beast had a trade to make - by remaining in the vicinity of Ceres, she remained in real-space, making the defense more predictable. More … sane. However, this limited their mobility, making the attacks of the Terminus Est that much more damaging. Hera managed this by shifting from one area to the other as seemed prudent - dipping into the Warp when the attacks were too fierce, and dodging back into real space when the daemons were overwhelming. Athena was a small thing, perched on the shoulder of the Beast, but her weapons were powerful things. She favored gravitonics, playing with the folds of space-time. Incoming missiles were deflected back into the Warp, crashed into each other or their future selves. When the Beast shifted back into the Warp, Athena hunkered down - but in real-space, she showed a brief inkling of what a Dark Age battle would look like. When the Beast shifted to the Warp, the forces on Ceres lost their air-support, making their lives more difficult - but they were Abrogates. To live was to suffer, and to be outnumbered and forgotten was to live. The atomics of the Beast were a welcome aid, but not expected or required. The Abrogates fortified behind the bodies of the dead, and continued to stack up more. A fortress of meat, slowly expanding into the decay of the Plague-Lord. The Terminus Est refused to enter real-space, instead waiting in the Warp like some great predator. Size was a funny thing there, and it gave the impression of attempting to eat the Beast whole, even if they were of comparable size in real-space. A living monster dozens or hundreds of kilometers long, pulsing and horrible. Each time the Beast entered the Warp, it came a bit closer, great claws and teeth getting another attempt. With the separation of the Abrogates, the Beast was more vulnerable to Warp incursion than it had been in years. The shield of faith was gone, and the defensive troops that supplied it were already deployed. Each breach, therefore, was much more common, and much harder to deal with. The Greycloaks did what they could, as did the Skitarii. Still, their numbers were wearing down.
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May 12, 2016 03:49
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May 12, 2016 03:54
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Decap strike on the bridge using the Black Priests and Excoriator Second Company
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stop trying to destroy our ship, Ark. Stay out of the warp as much as possible, unless we're luring Terminus Est in for a kill in real-space.
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Arkanomen posted:Let the Terminus eat the Beast and then trigger the overload Voting Not This. We aren't anywhere close to losing, so let's NOT blow Hera. Let's get out there in our titan and set up an ambush for the Terminus Est. Preferably in such a way as to drag it into realspace with our gravity weapons.
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The Beast isn't Hera all the time. She was disconnected before, and we can reconnect her to a better ship!
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And yet you did not discuss this. Why didn't you discuss this in your response?Arkanomen posted:Let the Terminus eat the Beast and then trigger the overload Yeah let's just feed Chaos our warrant of trade and a goddamn STC!  The Beast can separate from the battle if it has to, and is designed to break up if it really has to. Alpha Deck, the Abyss, and the Olympus are instrumental to literally everything worthwhile in the cosmos and you proposing they should be sacrificed is a pretty good sign they shouldn't be. Also that whole strike at Typhus thing is still en route. Stay the course.
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mepstein73 posted:Voting Not This. We aren't anywhere close to losing, so let's NOT blow Hera. Let's get out there in our titan and set up an ambush for the Terminus Est. Preferably in such a way as to drag it into realspace with our gravity weapons. THIS
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mepstein73 posted:Voting Not This. We aren't anywhere close to losing, so let's NOT blow Hera. Let's get out there in our titan and set up an ambush for the Terminus Est. Preferably in such a way as to drag it into realspace with our gravity weapons. Sir Unimaginative posted:And yet you did not discuss this. Why didn't you discuss this in your response? both of these sound good.
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Arkanomen posted:Take a break from the action and ask Athena to replay the official record of the Horus/Emps fight with 24 hours before and after being shown on official order of the Mars Fed High Council of Girly Gossip! we can do this a bit later before we go fix Fabiyan's existential crisis. but yeah we need to figure out what happened to Siddartha.
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Current: 460,094 The dance was across dimensions, universes. In the Warp, the rules of physics changed with every breath, allowing impossibilities, nightmares and paradises. In real-space, the Minds weaved the fabric of space-time like it was the simplest cloths. Typhus, the Herald, had ten thousand years of experience in the Warp, while Hera had fought in the Real for nearly as long. Metaphors - even the human mind - failed here. Time was only a passing thing in the Warp, and Hera was allowed three seconds of reversals. Instead of fighting with weapons, they had weaponized the laws of physics - changing them and shifting them as was useful. With gravitonics, Hera could change distances, gravity, time, and she could process trillions of calculations per second. Typhus lacked her sheer power, but had more tools, the Warp more flexible under his touch. They both wanted the same thing - to grab the enemy, bring them to their place of strength. It was the passing of days, it was the passing of moments. Years shifted in the Warp as they danced around each other, and lifetimes passed under Hera’s watchful eye. The laws of physics around them became rules, than guidelines. Mere suggestions under their will. The universe threw up its hands and gave up, and gave them what they wanted. The two ships crashed into each other, and descriptions like ‘icebergs’ or ‘tectonic plates’ failed. The universe itself shook and rattled as two wills fought, the ships becoming one design. Constantly shifting into the Warp and back out, distances shifted, time staggered and lagged, and corridors and chambers mixed with no rhyme or reason.
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Dont we have an assassin in cold storage? A Blank specifically designed to murdicate the kind of rear end in a top hat Typhus is? UNLEASH THE ASSASSIN! Have one of the Mind throw it on the bridge of the Terminus Est.
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Deadmeat5150 posted:Dont we have an assassin in cold storage? A Blank specifically designed to murdicate the kind of rear end in a top hat Typhus is? Yes, yes we do. I believe his name is Charon, the boatman/guide to the underworld 
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LowellDND posted:Yes, yes we do. I believe his name is Charon, the boatman/guide to the underworld Man that guy's been sitting around for like a year, hasn't he. Let's Chekhov this poo poo.
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Sir Unimaginative posted:Man that guy's been sitting around for like a year, hasn't he. -checks- .. For those curious, he is on p471 quote:Athena and Hera, meanwhile, were looking at the two figures with actual fascination. It was the first time you had seen Hera show any real emotion besides anger at all, and you were startled to see it come out here. The two figures didn’t look like much - one was obviously a Sage, with a stack of datapads and a handful of servo-skulls. On a loosely held silver chain, the other figure was kneeling, clad in full body leather. Your skin crawled, not even wanting to imagine what was behind that hood.
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It's clobberin' time! My previous suggestion stands, additions welcome
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Hexenritter posted:It's clobberin' time! Can you quote your horrifying army of cultists? edit: also, ark, whenever we made your scary skitaari. Loel fucked around with this message at 06:11 on May 12, 2016 |
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