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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BcsfftwLUf0 "This is free trader Gentle Breeze calling Wander Control. Requesting hangar." The vox-caster crackles in response. "You stand recognized, trader Breeze. Hold at three forty dash twelve and direct your landers to Berths 95, 98, and 100. The Emperor protects." "Praise His name."  Port Wander. For almost two thousand years it has stood on the very edge of the Imperium, the last bastion of civilization in the Segmentum Obscurus. Sited on the Koronus Passage, the only known traversable warp route into the Halo Stars beyond the outer rim of the segmentum, billions pass through the halls of Port Wander every year: Imperial crusade fleets, pilgrims following in the footsteps of Saint Drusus, Administratum functionaries, minor merchants, prospectors, and fools who hope to stumble upon a fortune in the Koronus Expanse. The lucky ones come back. A year or two has passed since fate threw you all together on the bridge of the voidship Gentle Breeze. You have plumbed the depths of xenos-haunted space hulks, defended the halls against vicious greenskin looters, purged a warband of warp-twisted heretics, and defied the wrath of an Inquisitor. You've learned to work well together and earned your immediate underlings' trust and respect; although Mogrun will probably always have to keep that heavy mask and cloak handy. Marcius Tamzarian's private chambers, his data archives, and several other unknown sections of the Breeze remain locked out, with security measures demanding the former Lord-Captain's personal authorization. Apart from that tantalizing annoyance, you feel confident that you've made the ship and her crew your own, and that you're ready for your first real challenge.  The only real question is where. Hwurmp fucked around with this message at 04:54 on Sep 13, 2015 |
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Sammi Harm: 0/8 | Armour: 2 The Breeze drifted majestically through the inky blackness of space in a manner befitting a mighty ship of Imperial manufacture. On board a crew easily numbering in the hundreds worked and toiled in the name of the God Emperor and profit. Sammi lent back from her work bench and observed her soldering. It looked pretty good if she said so herself. Praise be to the Omnisia. She doused the insense and intoned the final parts of the canticle she was reciting. Soothing the machine spirit and letting it get used to the new circuitry. "There now, was that so bad? No it wasn't! Hehehe, plus, you look so cute now. All smart looking, and fancy." She climbed carefully down from her precarious position half way up the wall. Her merchandises and hidden bionics giving her a surprising amount of agility. Safely back on the floor she looked back up to where she'd been working. Few would ever see it. But even so such a small act could have huge ramification on the performance of the ship. Sammi didn't know quite how. There were few who could say they truly understood the mighty ships of the Imperium. But she was pretty sure that wiring lead up to the previously flickering light above her. "What now, what now...? Ohh! Yes! Port Wander! Better get to the bridge then." Sammi set off along the corridor heading towards the bridge. Saying a few polite 'hellos' to people she passed along the way.
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Threetoo The job of the Marshal is never done aboard a vessel of this size. Tension between passengers and marines, tribals coming up from the ships depths to menace the well traveled halls and inter-company rivalries, Emperor's breath were Krieger rivalries intense, all threatened the peace aboard the Gentle Breeze. Threetoo had already enjoyed an eventful morning doing inspections, nothing major besides the little jape of land mine set in his regular path. Now that Port Wander was within reach he moved to the bridge, the vast crowds aboard the Breeze parting in his wake. Behind him trailed two Korpsmen, hand picked from the best men in the company, keeping careful watch on the teeming throngs. The path to the bridge is guarded by members of the 233rd, each one snapping to attention as the Marshal and his guards walk past. Once on the bridge Threetoo stands at attention to the side, the two Korpsmen moving to flank him. "Captain D'Alessandro , what would you have my men do once we arrive at Port Wander, and what are your orders for me?" quote:
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Eliza Corona Harm 0/8 | 2 armor I was already reciting morning prayers through the vox system in the bridge when Port Wander came into sight. Reaching the greater audience of the entire ship is worth not delivering the prayers in person. I must admit I prefer it some times. The energy of my flock can feel oppressive when I have give woken up. Emperor bless, no man may question our convictions. I will be glad to see some new faces. Only more I could ask for is some fresh air. These usual suspects pile into the bridge. "Blessed day, our fortuitousness endeavor begins." I inform the flock of our imminent docking, though they will probably stay on the ship. I lean back in my seat with an eager smile. Whatever profiteering distraction the captain selects for us I will find a way to spread my blessings along the way. quote:Morale Officer; Prophet Eliza Corona, the living saint.
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Alexis Saronae Decanto Harm: 0 Armor: 2 It wasn't as though she didn't have any misgivings about the whole venture- facing the unknown meant exchanging familiar systems of numbers, wealth, and power for a company that consisted solely of those bold, foolish or desperate enough to set off into the Expanse. Soren was in the first category. As for her, well... no gamble was without stake. Port Wander may have been the last outpost of civilization before the Koronus Expanse, but it was still an outpost of civilization, with all the trappings that entailed. Within the vast bulk of the station was almost everything a trader could ask for in order to supply a voyage. Food, fuel and munitions were the obvious choices, but the invisible supplies of information and allegiances should be neglected at your own peril. Aboard Port Wander there were games to be won, bonds to be forged and secrets to be unearthed by the daring and skillful, and their value would immeasurable in the storms to come. Alexis approached the bridge with a smile on her lips and a sway in her step. Time to see what Fortune held in her cards. Start of session: Dilettante Luck (roll Charm): 2d6+3 9 Going to go with on top of the world, which means that she has +1 ongoing and Really Pants has 3 hold on her
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His Most Right and Correct Captain Soren Aloysius D'Alessandro Harm: 0/8 | Armor: 2 | XP: 0/5 The Gentle Breeze Music Water. There's a whole planet full of cat people who love water. We have it, they need it, and they're filthy rich. Filthy, filthy rich. A whole planet of solid gold cities and gem encrusted roofs. And they're heretics, too. This is a win win win, for everybody, really. How could it go wrong? So muses the Captain to himself as he lounges in the big throne on the bridge. We just need to get it, and then move it there, and then move the money back. And directions to Vaporius, of course. Captain Yamamoto wasn't too clear on that, other than "In the Koronos Expanse." Should probably leave that part out of the big speech, though. Seems simple enough, right? Maybe devise some new games for cat people... How could we make a getting the ball or swatting at string cost money? Killing ship's mice maybe? Anyways, there's gotta be a way to get some of the rich ones off planet and coming to gamble. Rich people live for that stuff. Once all the trustworthy are assembled, he begins: "Alright, everybody, you are my people, alright? You know this. So I'm gonna be straight with you. Our current objective while at Port is to find as much water as possible and bring it back here. Find who's got it, whose trading for it, who's looking to buy it, all of that. And then, we're going to corner the market. I want our holds so full of water you could store whales in there. Threetwo, anybody causes trouble with our water, they get burned and we don't waste water putting them out, capiche?. Second objective, we are looking for information about the planet Vaporius, but, you know, on the down low. If folks start putting two and two together, we may end up needing to knock more heads together than I'd like. We still want the gates open and the money rolling in, and if we're involved in a gigantic space war, folks aren't likely to walk in and enjoy our fine gambling establishment. And one last thing. If anyone comes across a good code slicer, we're still interested. "Now that we're docked, let's go meet the Port Authority."
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Alexis Saronae Decanto Harm: 0 Armor: 2 So Captain Soren had a plan after all, and it was as grandiose and... well... newly-formed as she'd come to expect. "Water, my lord? Will Vaporious pay well for the waters of Port Wander, where every drop has been used and reused a thousand times? And will they even pay at all if we cannot find the world, leaving us with a hold full of water and nowhere to go? Any bulk trader can draw water from any of a thousand worlds, but the unknown route to Vaporious may be long and dangerous. Best to find our bearings before we start taking on water." She gives a slight smile.
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His Most Right and Correct Captain Soren Aloysius D'Alessandro Harm: 0/8 | Armor: 2 | XP: 0/5 The Gentle Breeze Hmm... that is a consideration. Cat people might have sensitive tastebuds. How good are the filters on Wander? "Alexis, you're a treasure. Good thinking! I like constructive criticism. New primary objective: locate the world, but subtly. Secondary objectives: water filters, or, water worlds. We can do one of those cost/benefit spreadsheets and toss it into the computer and see what the ship has to say about it. We don't want this costing too us much, unless we can corner the market completely and have a monopoly. Tertiary objectives: more information. Anyone else? Thoughts? Ideas?"
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Acquiring water is easy enough...getting a decent deal and trucking it out safely is another story. Three thousand years ago, Harding Brandengard was awarded a grand cruiser and warrant of trade for his heroic defeat of a traitor warlord known only as "Taint-Spreader." As a rogue trader he played it safe, eschewing wild rumors and fanciful treasure hunts in favor of the mundane essentials of void travel. The Brandengard Deep Miners' Guild hunted down comets to mine for water ice, harvested noble gases for drive plasma from the storms of gas giants, and stripped asteroids bare for the precious rare earths that form the heart of void shields and Gellar field generators. Their work earned Lord-Captain Brandengard little fame, but vast if slowly-accumulated wealth and widespread connections in the Imperial Navy, the Chartist Captains, and the Adeptus Mechanicus. Today, every drop of water that flows through Calixis Sector flows through the hands of House Brandengard, possibly coming from as far away as the asteroid belts of blessed Sol. The family scions pride themselves on unparalleled expertise in water operations, noting with some amusement that every attempt at competition meets with swift and horrible disaster.
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Sammi Harm: 0/8 | Armour: 2 "I do seem to recall something about a powerful Trading family who had cornered the market on water... Brandengard, I think? A plan such as this is going to invariably run into trouble from them. They've got a lot of connections. So undoubtedly if we start buying up the water, they've going to find out about it. Other resources we could bring to them... Yarn! I saw this Holovid of this cat playing with yarn and it was soooo cute! I think I watched it for an hour! OOOH! And las-pointers! You know, the red dot sights! They chase those things for hours!"
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Eliza Corona Harm 0/8 | 2 armor I fold my arms when the big plan is revealed. "I hope we aren't going to price gouge a world of needy people, sir." I try to sound stern with him. "We should make the price fair, though obviously premium for the trouble we'll go through." I rub my chin. "Still the privileged likely hoard it for themselves. A free lance ship and regiment should do the people a lot of good." I look around and remember my company. "A whole people should manage suitable compensation." An unfortunate reality of my circumstances, but I can at least minimize the damage of the captain's profiteering. Though the water monopoly brought up sounds like it could be a suitable force to work against, monopolies always make the most suffer for the few. And then something about cats? "Oh I had a cat back at the monastery, I had to leave him behind." I frown. "But what do cat toys have to do with drought relief?"
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Sammi Harm: 0/8 | Armour: 2 "The planet is apparently inhabited by Cat people. Though we need to find it first. Which'll be harder. Plus get a resource to sell to them for vast monies! Oh, and work out how to tempt them onto the casino deck and what games we could make them pay for. I could make a little mouse servitor, have them chase and hunt it down. Have bets placed on who might get it first. That could be interesting to watch. People like proving their skills, we could convert a room into like a maze/viewing deck for people to watch the games. Or we could section off a series of corridors and sub sect it into an obstacle course." Sammi pulled out a data slate and tapped a few buttons with a slender finger. Her eyes scanned through the glowing green text. "Hmmm, yeah, that could work. I'd need to re-assign a few servitors to get the job done. But we could easily get it prepared by the time we reach... where ever we're going."
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Threetoo Harm: 0/8| Armour: 2 The motions to his men "Any attempt by this monopoly to interfere with our operations will be met by extreme force. I can set up a perimeter of Korpsmen around the cargo once we find it and prepare to transport it back to the ship. I wouldn't be surprised if the monopoly holders have spies aboard the station. Nothing they can bring to bear will get past my men." He folds his arms as the crew blabbers on about cats. "It seems like these Xenos would have a penchant for theft, cats are almost as bad a magpies. Is it wise to let them aboard the casino deck? I may have to double security."
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edit: There was a post here, but I liked Really Pants' introductory thread a bit more.
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While the human leaders of the Gentle Breeze sound out Port Wander and consider their next move, Mogrun has remained behind for safety's sake. On the lower decks near the Tellyporta, a disused bay has been remodeled into an orky little refuge all his own: an ideal space for maintaining his gubbins, dueling with combat servitors, or communing with Gork and Mork. But not sulking. Definitely no sulking. The men of the Death Korps keep eyes on Mogrun and his Tellyporta at all times. They're perfectly courteous when he bothers to speak with them, although that isn't saying much; with Kriegsmen, the difference between "warm friendliness" and "thunderous hatred" is too microscopic for outsiders to distinguish. Mogrun hasn't seen a patrol pass by his place in a while, though. It's strange. They always work with laser precision. Hwurmp fucked around with this message at 23:36 on Sep 14, 2015 |
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His Most Right and Correct Captain Soren Aloysius D'Alessandro Harm: 0/8 | Armor: 2 | XP: 0/5 The Gentle Breeze "Gouging? Oh, perish the thought. No nononononono... We'll be redistributing the wealth from the elites to ourselves, and disrupting a volatile and harmful group of thugs who hold the innocent enslaved to their thirst, forcing them to lap what bitter drops they can from the bottom of their rusty bowls in exchange for worshiping their strange cat gods. This is an errand of mercy! And should we not be rewarded for our good deeds? But these Brandengard people? I don't like the idea of some moistened monopolists halting our hauling. What more can we find out about them? Who's their local representative? Dhurling, isn't it? Where does he drink? Who does he pal around with?"
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Alexis Saronae Decanto Harm: 0 | Armor: 2 Alexis casts a lingering glance at Sammi and Soren. "You seem to have a great deal of knowledge about a people I have only heard rumors of. How fortunate we must be that they will both look and act like exactly like the domestic cats of old Terra rather than its apex predators of old or any other creature in the vast unknown galaxy."
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Sammi Harm: 0/8 | Armour: 2 Sammi giggles at Alexis's comment. "Nope, never heard of them before now." Sammi admits cheerfully. "But there's nothing wrong with applying a basic theory framework to our supposed customers until further data establishes itself. As for the Captain, he seems to know more about them than anyone. So I'm happy enough to follow his lead. Until he's proven monstrously wrong and we have to flee for our lives as quickly as possible of course!" She laughs again. "Ohh, this IS going to be fun!" Sammi claps her hands together with a slight metallic *tink* sound. "Unless I can be of further use here Captain, I will need to oversee our re-stocking and refuelling. After that I can talk to the Blessed servants of the Omnisia present upon the station. See if they're aware of any local news that maybe of use. Will that be all?" She asked with a smile. She half considered throwing in a fluttering of her eyelashes as well, but she wasn't after anything herself, so there was little point. Plus, it always felt weird doing that in front of the Guardsman. She always got the impression he didn't approve.
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Eliza Corona Harm 0/8 | 2 armor "Xenos?!" A supply run for the xeno hoards? Next thing I know we'll be taking jobs from hard working Emperor fearing families for them. "Surely feline humanoids would be abhumans?" I protest to the captain, "How much do we know about these people?" If they were really cat people then they would be abhumans. Cat anything could never be an abomination unto the Emperor.
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His Most Right and Correct Captain Soren Aloysius D'Alessandro Harm: 0/8 | Armor: 2 | XP: 0/5 The Gentle Breeze Ah drat, I'm losing them. "Alright, alright, perhaps cat people is a little strong. They're not like the Bowieans or anything. They're People cats. Definitely not xenos. They live in the desert. They're ruled by these priest-kings who hold control of the water supply. They thirst. They have I couldn't get anymore information out of the guy because we needed to leave and he was out of money seeing as how I'd beaten him at dice for most of the evening and this was all he had left. I see a gap that need filling, don't you? An opportunity? They need to quench their thirst, both physically and spiritually. Maybe they'll like laser pointers and maybe they won't, I don't know. "Sam, that sounds like an excellent idea. Everybody, let's hit the station, we'll round up some folks for gambling so we've got some positive cash flow during our stay, do some quiet digging for information, and we'll meet back for dinner? Coms on if you get in trouble."
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Mogrun Morguts 0/8 Harm | 2 Armor | 0/5 XP Mogrun is bored. The past few days before docking at Port Wander have been quiet, and even picking fights with Sammi's servitors loses its charm after the hundredth time. Sitting in his hovel, Mogrun scratches behind one of his ears before cracking his neck and standing. "Maybe summa dose Kriegerboyz'll be up for a scrap," he says to the empty room. They'd always seemed like a tough sort, for humies, and although he was pretty sure da Captain wouldn't want him killing any of them, just a good thumping between mates couldn't be something to get worked up about, right? But, poking his head out into the corridor, Mogrun can't find anyone. "Dat's odd," he ponders aloud. "Dey's always comin' now." He's wrong; the Kriegsmen are supposed to make their next pass ten minutes from now. But the specifics don't matter, because as he thinks, Mogrun realizes that there hasn't been a patrol for a while. "Maybe sumfin 'appened to 'em." Turning around, Mogrun picks up his Choppa and starts out down the hall, backtracking the patrol's path. If something did happen to them, it'd probably be a danger to the ship, and that's no good for continuing to get places. And if something killed them, well, it'll certainly put up a good fight. quote:
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It's not long before Mogrun stumbles on the scene of a fight: a cramped hallway, with fresh damage on every surface. Stub holes and las-scorching are peppered all around the walls, floor, and ceiling. There is a single long narrow tear in the floor, carved by something incredibly sharp. The edges of the cut are melted, and still hot to the touch. At the far corner of the hallway, where the battle damage ends, the lights have been disabled. Meanwhile, Marshal Threetoo gets a message on his comm-bead: "Lieutenant Forsix reporting, sir. Patrol #10967 has missed their check-in. At last check-in they were headed to the tame ork's den. Rapid response is ready to deploy." Hwurmp fucked around with this message at 02:31 on Sep 15, 2015 |
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Threetoo Harm: 0/8 | Armour: 2 Threetoo scowls under his mask, not that anyone else would be able to tell. "Roger that Forsix, ready rapid response for my arrival. I'm heading down there myself. We can't afford anything going wrong once we're docked with the Port." The Marshal straightens up and heads for the door. "Captain, one of my patrols has encountered possible contacts on the lower decks, near the Ork's quarters. I'm going there now to asses damage and provide a response. Protection detail for the water should be coming post-haste, this will not slow us down." ---------------------- On the way down the Marshal checks over his men and the state of the ship. The lower docks were well patrolled, yes, but something still might be lurking down there. It would be foolish to go into the depths carelessly. Asses situation retry because I'm a gently caress up: 2d6+1 6 Second time is kinda the charm a little? Gasmasks are still a major detriment to sight based operations in dark spaces. mcclay fucked around with this message at 03:38 on Sep 15, 2015 |
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Sammi Harm: 0/8 | Armour: 2 Sammi departs the bridge, uniting with her Tech-priests and heading to the engines to oversee refuelling. Leading the chants and cants to check fuel levels and connect the fuel line. She'd had plenty of practice at it. She could probably do it asleep. But that would have been cheating to turn on her auto pilot. "Bring me what you have on our supply levels! We may need to prioritise storage space for water. But bring me what you've got anyway! Oh hey Frank, how's the new leg? Good? Pleased to hear it! Let me know if it starts giving you any trouble." Data slates were brought numbers were cogitated, chins were stoked and math was done. There might have been some praying. Okay, there might have been a lot of praying. But that's what got the ship moving. Somewhere in amongst all of this, someone brought a report about the servitors. "Wait, what do you mean someone's been fighting with them?" Sammi blinked in surprise at the wreck in front of her. It was fixable. But it would take time. "We think it's that Xeno Filth, the Ork. Most of them have gone missing around there anyway." An acolyte spoke up. "Mogrun, huh?" Sammi considered it, it was possible. He was known for getting choppy when he got bored. "Well, I'll go have a word with him." Something in her cogitator recalled something Threetoo had been saying before she left, but she dismissed it. Maybe she could convince Mogrun to stop having a go at the maintenance servitors if she made him something with a bit more kick to it...? The idea sounded like a bad one, so she stored it away to consider another time. "I shall return anon!" Sammi declared (she'd always wanted to say that.), and started her walk to where the Ork had made his lair. - - - Just because of the time difference, Sammi probably won't arrive until all the excitement's over. Just in time to arrive to see all the holes in the ship!
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In the absence of alerts, a single rapid-response squad is kept on standby: seven soldiers on bikes, three on a Tauros RAV. One of the cargo monotrams that run the length of the cruiser is shut down and the Kriegsmen race down its tube, capable of deploying to trouble spots anywhere on the ship within ten minutes. The scene is secured in Threetoo's advance. The first thing you note is the patrol's complete absence. There is no sign of them, either dead or alive. Any of the lower-deck beasts that sometimes prey on humans would have left bloodstains and remains. Few of them would chance a well-armed squad, and none of them would chance Mogrun's territory. The standard kit would have protected your patrol from any airborne agent that isn't virulent enough to eat right through their masks. You know of weapons, especially toxin rifles, that can kill bloodlessly, but these are all extreme-range single shot designs that would present a critical disadvantage against multiple enemies in an enclosed space with no cover. For now it seems safe enough to assume that your missing soldiers are still alive. quote:What should I be on the lookout for? You are struck as well by the marks in the walls: both too many, and too few. You know that no one born on Krieg has aim this poor. On the other hand, a careful count reveals that if every man in the patrol was firing, they each could have only made half a dozen shots. Their fire pattern crosses the entire corridor, thirty meters or more in length. Their foe was swift. The deactivated lights on the corner have been overloaded and burnt out. A stealth measure? The patrol spotted and attempted to defend themselves against their attacker, so if it was such, it failed miserably. This end of the corridor shows no signs of projectile impacts or other damage; it seems reasonable to assume an electromagnetic pulse. That would also have knocked out your patrol's more sensitive electronics, which would explain why no alerts were called in. Their foe was intelligent. One of your aides reaches down and plucks a tiny chip of something white off the floor: some type of polymer, tough and flexible, that shimmers strangely as you turn it over in your fingers. You have seen it before, if only in training vids and picts. It is the xenos substance called "wraithbone." quote:Who's in control here? The lights flicker as the faint sounds of otherworldly laughter and light, fast footsteps echo through the corridor. quote:What is my enemy's true position?
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Mogrun Harm 0/8 | Armor 2 | 0/5 XP It would be wise strategy to wait out an enemy in the dark. To find some way to illuminate what is obviously their hiding place. To not charge headfirst into the shadows, shouting as loud as you can. It would be ork strategy to do the latter, however. And so with choppa held high, Mogrun plunges into the unknown, a cry of "I'm comin' for you, ya sneaky gits!" echoing behind him.
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Alexis Saronae Decanto Harm: 0 | Armor: 2 Alexis simply smiles at Sammi's remark, even though she suspected that fleeing for their lives would be their most likely course of action if they even found the world. "Eliza, dear sister, rumors of their appearance may be just that, exaggerated tales of an especially sharp-featured race of otherwise pure humans. After all, I have met men who would be described as rodent-like but that didn't mean that they had tails or fur." Well, the captain had given an order. Bowing, Alexis moves to the pleasure decks to make sure that they were prepared to receive visitors, paying little attention to the commotion in the lower levels. If needed, I suppose she can get on the vox caster and maybe talk at the eldar
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Panoply(Pauldrons): 2d6 6 Alas, Soren's pauldrons are woefully out of style. His only hope is to pass them off as ironic. Down below decks, Mogrun has been running in heedless pursuit. He's not sure for how long. Eventually the cramped, noisome tunnels lead him into a larger bay...where a ring of automated eldar war machines descend around him, with heavy weapons charging to fire.  Meanwhile, the promenade is swiftly opened and in full swing--no time is wasted when there's money to be made. Sited on the top deck of the Gentle Breeze, the promenade sits open beneath a vast canopy of translucent armaplas, alloyed with conductive fibers that can be charged to soften or intensify light and color. The outer hull plating is retracted to grant guests an unspoiled celestial vista while they drink, dance, and gamble their fortunes away. As Alexis casts her eye over the proceedings, her attention is caught by a lithe figure in garish costume. He moves with impossible grace, dancing across the loaded tables without ever disturbing a single object, softly caressing the cheeks of startled, delighted guests and outraged dealers as he wheels overhead, sometimes setting only a single toe or fingertip upon a surface and somehow launching in a new direction. Alexis is certain that some of the guests are missing necklaces or earrings after he has passed. 
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Eliza Corona Harm 0/8 | 2 armor "What a failure of grammar. Honestly people are so careless with speech. People actually die due to slips of the tongue they should be more careful." I harumph and fold my arms in my big flowing sleeves. I decide to follow Alexis to the promenade to keep an eye on her and so that I can preach the good word to the misfortune masses being duped out of their bread with the blight that is gambling, playing a rigged game trying to win enough to get out of the hole that just gets deeper. Women like Alexis are the worst, predators through and through. I frown as she looks to be sizing up a mark.
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Alexis Saronae Decanto Harm: 0 | Armor: 2 Alexis studies the costumed figure with an appraising eye, trying to get a read on the acrobat's motivations. He had an impressive amount of skill, but could prove to be quite dangerous if provoked. Complicating matters was the presence of Eliza, whose unique temperament always had an interesting effect on negotiations. Attempting to get a read on this one Adroit: 2d6+1+1 14 Question 1: What does this one intend to do? Question 2: How could I get it to be allies with us? Question 3 is for later
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Sep 17, 2015 00:14
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Mogrun Harm 0/8 | Armor 2 | 0/5 XP | 2-Gork, 2-Mork Mogrun shifts his grip on his choppa and grits his teeth as the Eldar war machines descend around him. He'd been hoping for something fleshy to fight, not just more mindless machines. "Dese ain't gonna stop me fer long, ya cowards! Ain't even a good fight!" He makes a vicious swing towards the nearest of the war machines, aiming to cleave through into the next if he can. Krumpin' da spindly walkas: 2d6+3 11 Wow they're hosed. Gonna inflict terrible harm, suffer little harm and impress, dismay or frighten my enemy, though who knows how that last one works against automated machines. Flash Choppa is 3-harm ap messy.
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Sep 17, 2015 01:42
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Threetoo spins around, bolt pistol already in hand. He doesn't even see the Eldar before he fires, trusting in the God Emperor to guide his shot. Blood and gore explode from wherever his bolts land, his aim deadly accurate with the mighty weapon. The Korpsmen, however, are not so talented. Eldar are a tricky foe and most of their las-shots comptely miss, forcing them back. For the Emperor!: 2d6+2 11 >You suffer little harm >You inflict terrible harm >You take definite hold of it Men, kill the Xeno!: 2d6+2 6 gently caress
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Mogrun charges into the fray, not even noticing the eldar shurikens slicing into him. The nearest grav platform is swiftly beaten into silence and the warboy grabs its gun barrel to swing it overhead into another platform, leaving a smoking pile of wraithbone debris embedded in the floor. Threetoo's men have less luck with their anti-personnel weaponry, inflicting only superficial damage to the alien armor. Lethal shuriken cannons are brought to bear and the 223rd are nearly cut down before their commander can bring down another two platforms. As it is, the Emperor smiles upon them as Threetoo and the resident ork scatter the remaining six turrets and disrupt their fire, leaving the Death Korps with bare time to withdraw into cover behind an ancient, rusted crane engine. 2 harm to the 223rd, harm to Mogrun and Threetoo is negated. Alexis watches the dancer carefully and deduces a pattern to his movements: a wide spiral, orbiting the promenade and slowly drawing inward, towards the high-stakes tables in the center. Among the guests there you see a huge fat noble, monitoring the interloper with dark suspicion. The woman on his arm is engrossed in an animated conversation with the rest of the table. She laughs and idly fingers her necklace: a brick-solid golden affair set with three fist-sized gems, smoothly polished and shimmering with an inner light. Could those possibly be...waystones? LightWarden posted:Question 1: What does this one intend to do? Knowing nothing for certain of the man, Alexis can only guess at his motives. If he is eldar, then he almost certainly views mankind as dangerous beasts of rudimentary intelligence, fit only to be manipulated to the alien's own ends or sacrificed by the billions to safeguard a handful of their own. This strain of xenos is well-known to be arrogant and deceitful in the extreme, and only fools would trust them. quote:Question 2: How could I get it to be allies with us? There is a sudden disturbance close by. One of Eliza's flock, Brother Maynard, is fighting with some guests. Hwurmp fucked around with this message at 15:25 on Sep 17, 2015 |
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Sep 17, 2015 15:07
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Eliza Corona Harm 0/8 | 2 armor My watch on Alexis is broken when I am distracted by the ruckus. I was ready to accost whatever drunken fools were having a go at each other only to find Maynard. "Brother, what is happening here?" I stride over to mediate, hoping to get a clear picture before I have to act.
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Sep 17, 2015 15:31
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Alexis Saronae Decanto Harm: 0 | Armor: 2 Alexis briefly entertains the thought of trying to recruit the acrobat. It was an idle thought.. a Soren thought, and one she quickly discarded. While the dancer continued his spiraling circuit Alexis took a more direct route and approached the table with the collected calm of a proprietor coming to greet her high-rolling guests. She had the inkling of an idea, but would she be able to pull it off? Attempting to get a read on the noble Adroit: 2d6+1+1 13 Question 1: How can I get him to wager the waystone necklace in a game?
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Sep 17, 2015 16:29
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The two men are locked in melee and don't seem to hear Eliza at all. Amidst the raucous shouts of "Bite off his nose!" "Pull his eyes out!" "I'll bet five hundred thrones on the heretic!" "Which one's the heretic?" she catches a hasty explanation from another bystander. Apparently, it all comes back to both of the gentlemen in question hailing from Alumicus Sector. Three thousand years ago, the Third Conclave of His Most Holy Ecclesiarchical Council of Sousaphon decreed that no suit of armor shall have pauldrons larger than the Emperor's own--a stunning reversal of the Second Conclave of His Most Holy Ecclesiarchical Council of Sousaphon, which was itself a shocking retraction of the First Conclave of His Most Holy Ecclesiarchical Council of Sousaphon. It was then realized that the war machines commonly known as Imperial Knights are, legally, both vehicles ("an Powered Conveyance of Transportage," as defined in the Lex Imperialis) and power armor ("an Autonomous Layer of Defense and Force Multiplicationne for the Individual Soldier"). This conundrum threatened to cripple the Imperium's ability to defend itself against the enemies of man, and so thousands of Departmento Munitorum adepts and Cult Mechanicus enginseers, along with three knightly houses, convened on the agri-world Glutan III in Alumicus Sector to settle the question once and for all. The ensuing civil war still rages across the sector today, having claimed an estimated fifty billion lives with nine worlds known to be destroyed. Alexis eyes the leery nobleman: youngish, running to fat, the laurels mark him out as kin to a sector lord or particularly wealthy governor, the suit (and date) look hired but the jewelry is clearly his, based on his pathetic pretenses at nonchalantly calling attention to it. He seems put out at not being the center of attention, not to mention frightened at the dancer's presence. Does he recognize the alien? quote:Question 1: How can I get him to wager the waystone necklace in a game? Down in the hold, Threetoo receives another message. "Priority alert, sir. Xenos sighted in promenade. Eldar operative. Containment odds estimate negligible at current level of force. As yet no hostilities confirmed." The doorway behind him is suddenly awash with blue light--an energy barrier. There are no other obvious exits. Mogrun, Threetoo, and the rapid response squad are trapped in this bay with the alien grav platforms.
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Sep 17, 2015 20:56
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His Most Right and Correct Captain Soren Aloysius D'Alessandro Harm: 0/8 | Armor: 2 | XP: 0/5 The Gentle Breeze Now that he looks absolutely stunning, Soren heads down towards the promenade to see what fish have been trawled in this fine day. It's good for a Captain to make appearances, after all, let folks know what's what and who's in charge. The shops are open, the roulette wheels are turning, and the little dollar signs in Soren's eyes are carefully hidden by his sunglasses. Good, good, now what's-- Dear Emperor's beard, is that a... Oh no, oh no, oh no... Look at the way its moving... So unnatural, so lithe and awful... No, no, stay calm. He couldn't be working with the water people. But then, why is he here? Alexis will know. She knows everything. If I can just get through this crowd... What are they arguing about? Don't want them wrecking up the place. How to solve this... He steps right into the middle and begins addressing the both of them. "Gentlemen! Have either of you seen the size of the Emperor--blessed is his name--'s pauldrons? Now is not the time for such sartorial disputes! The emperor's armor is his people, and they are more vast than any possible garment! Let us stop this dispute and focus on what is important here -- serving him to the best of our abilities! Come now, we have much to do here. Can I get you something to drink?" Bold Faced Pauldron Discussion (Defying Danger?): 2d6+3 12 if this is Bold, 10 if it's more Manipulate and based off Charm
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Sep 17, 2015 22:39
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Alexis Saronae Decanto Harm: 0 | Armor: 2 After glancing at the acrobat's progress, Alexis approaches the table, flashing a glamorous smile at the participants. "Welcome my lords and ladies, and may fortune continue to smile upon you..." Her gaze sweeps over the participants, lingering on the nobleman. "For such distinguished guests means that she surely smiles upon me."
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Sammi Harm: 0/8 | Armour: 2 Sammi wondered along the corridor, making a mental note of the little things she'd notice along the way. She didn't walk this route often. Mogrun roamed this path often, so she tended to leave well enough alone. She didn't want to give the Ork any more reason to think she could be an entertaining past time. Thank goodness all her bionics were hidden, last thing she needed was for him to mistake her for a servitor. And some of the lights were out too! Thrones sake! She'd need to rebuild the servitors just to fix the lights down here. She was just getting herself worked up when she almost walked into the big blue energy field. "What...?"
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