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Mexican Deathgasm posted:A and D. Use our investigative tech skills to ruin his poo poo. Plan Deathgasm, a la Mexicana
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Whatever we do, remember to OFFICIALLY requisition the vehicles for the war, then scrap them for the ship (using the parts the ship doesn't need to build the Troop Transport of Doom), count that as a loss to the Inevitable Grind of War, then charge the Munitorum for the vehicles we lost assisting the war effort. Surely defrauding the Munitorum won't have any long term consequences.
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Jan 26, 2015 16:11
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Oh god today is the first full day of school and my sleep cycle is all kinds of off. Im spacing out and its only 1630 (I was waking up around now last week) A x x x x x, x B C D x x x E A/D x x x x x, x x A/D is a quite comfortable lead, so I might post about that tonite.
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Jan 26, 2015 23:25
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WELCOME BACK TO SCHOOL CITIZEN!
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paragon1 posted:WELCOME BACK TO SCHOOL CITIZEN! Thank you! Got my afternoon nap in, and I have an outline all written out. Good things planned. Tomorrow/Thursday look pretty busy, so I wanna try to do a post tonite and prolly again Friday. While Im thinking of it, here's my blurb for the contest submission: Contest submission "When an ancient warpstorm withdraws from a planet built by the Old Ones, everyone wants to get ahold of whatever treasures might rest there. While the Tau and Eldar choose to participate in brutal space combat, it is the Deathwatch who must slip under their defenses, infiltrate the ruins, and steal whatever weapons they can find - all without getting caught. And why does the Emperor’s Tarot say something is waking up…?” My line of thinking is that most people will probably submit Deathwatch blowing poo poo up, and I thought a heist would be more interesting. (The lexicanum says they collect information and artifacts, not just cleanse xenos)
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Jan 28, 2015 02:45
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Piter One of the suns was setting as you approached. Ahead of you, on the shore of the river, the vehicle depot. Personnel and equipment carriers, trucks and APCs and tank-destroyers. Highlighted by the crimson star, they looked soaked in blood. Tiny figures were mounted on them in their hundreds, performing vital maintenance, replacing turrets, engines, wheel mounts. The danse macabre. You were closer to the war front here, although you wouldn’t know it. The well-trod ground had been slapped with acres of cement, dotted with bunkers and weapons emplacements. On the other side of the river, in the distance, the Death Korps of Krieg. You were right on the border of the Nallani Area of Operations, and it felt like you were looking into another reality, one set in Hell. If the Nallani AO had felt fortified, it was a child’s sandcastle next to the Krieg troops. An ant’s warren of trenches and bunkers and hidden places, you could only see the occasional gas mask popping out of the earth to look at you. The red sunlight fell on them, making their eyes gleam hideously, and you never felt a stronger difference between the branches of Humanity. The Nallani, at least, could be manipulated. You had no idea how you would approach the Kreig, if it came to that. Traffic flowed like rivers, even here. Vehicles being brought to the depot, or taken away, tourists and pilgrims wanting to see (or trade with) the Kreig, the constant redeployment of troops as the war shifted fronts thousands of kilometers long. You had grabbed a seat on one of the overpacked trucks, and it was stuffed to over-capacity with civilians, mercenaries, technicians, missionaries, and even the occasional soldier. Few people outside a war realized how much of a city was actually involved in the advance of the Imperium. Your target, the so-called 12th Water Dogs, was set up in the vicinity of the river. It was dedicated to turning the local sludge into something drinkable, and an octopus of pipes and conduits reached from the shore, spooling it through the trucks and into the waiting storage units. There were thousands of units like this, you knew, focused on keeping the troops alive. You could ignore food, clothing, even ammo, but lose water and the war was lost. You were willing to bet that few of them were this deviant, though. Honestly, it was shocking a Commissar hadn’t shot them long ago. Captain Devries was a piece of work, was Captain Devries. Nothing you could nail down, nothing beyond rumor and hearsay, but he was always on the edge of someone else’s trial. A witness, a person of interest, an accomplice that had charges dropped or evidence lost. He was always happy to provide someone else’s vice. Not an uncommon thing in the Imperial Guard, but he seemed to take to it with an unexpected level of enthusiasm, to to say skill. As it happened, his primary hangout was an underground gambling ring. While gambling was frowned upon in most units, the good Captain had managed to both keep it going, and use it to leverage a truly vicious level of debts and sharp edged obligations. You came to Devries if you thought you were much better than you were, or if you had no other place to go. From there, you were caught in his web. Even if you didn’t go there to play, you could be gobbled up in other ways - drugs or bribes or (reputedly) being literally bought and sold. No one stopped you as you approached his warehouse. Built for the support of his convoy, Devries had quickly made it his base of operations. You could feel the air change as you got close, a faint prickling of the skin. A hyperawareness. This was where people came when they needed something that couldn’t be had. It had the acrid taste of desperation and desire and fear. It didn’t have that inhuman gold that you remembered from aboard ship, thank the Omnissiah, but you thought you could see it from here. No one stopped your approach - it was leaving that was always the problem, with Devries. You could see the occasional figure walking the rooftop, lazily looking over the depot with long rifles. For some reason, you were willing to bet they weren’t there to stop the xeno. … Were those Ogryn? You blinked. That was ominous, that Devries had a handful of Ogryn in his retinue. They were likely deeply snared to him, but it would be an utter coup if you could acquire them later. The warehouse, unsurprisingly, had been reinforced with blast doors and steel. One could argue that they were the basic defenses for a warehouse in a warzone, but you rather thought there was a bribe and base planner somewhere. This would be a hellish nut to crack, with your forces. You had the numbers, ten to one or more, but you lacked much of the heavy ordinance you would need for it. And concealing that sort of intranecine conflict would be … tricky. No, much better to get it all official and above board. You narrowed your eyes. What could have stopped a commissar from getting it to this point? The interior was crowded, feverish. You were glad the setting sun had given your eyes time to adjust to the darkness inside. The place was low lit with gas-lamps, rows of tables playing cards, faces strained with the sweat of desperate men. On the edges of the large room, darker vices were attended to. Above them, a second floor set as balcony ringed the walls. You couldn’t see up there, but you speculated it ran a better form of clientele. One side of the building had a rather impressive bar, and you could smell an actually decent kitchen. The smell of the meat-beasts from your ship permeated even here. There were several sets of ladders that ran the length of the walls, connecting to the above floor, and banners and sigils had been mounted on the walls. They were from many units, a custom usually used when taken in victory. Perplexing that they had been used here. An older man strolled over to you, dressed in deep blue and smiling obsequiously. He offered a platter of drinks as he met your eyes. “Ah, a new face!” He glanced down at your clothes. “And an aristocrat, as well. Welcome to Devries. What can we do for you?” He grinned wider, if anything. The hair on the back of your neck prickled as you took in his appearance. That smile never reached his eyes, which were very cold. What do you do? A. “I’m here for cards.” B. “I’m here for drinks.” C. “I’m here for something more … exotic.” (what?) D. “I’m here to see Devries.” E. Something Else. This started as a 4 person card game I swear
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Jan 28, 2015 04:52
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A and D. Let's see if we can't catch this sonofanogryn cheating. It seems a likely thing for someone of his status and interests. We probably have the tech to know if people are feeding him information or whatnot, and if we can prove he's been doing this and expose him in front of the whole warehouse, we won't need to kill him; the people he's been swindling should do it for us. Then it's just a matter of writing the official report just so. If he refuses due to our being a tech-priest, call him out as a coward. Ego is a powerful weapon to be used against someone. Also, I remember the race back in the Between, and want to see you describe a card game in as cinematic a style. 
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Jan 28, 2015 05:08
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A and D. I'm sure we can whip up a quick Machine spirit to inhabit their deck shoe.
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Jan 28, 2015 05:24
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Jan 28, 2015 05:55
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Not very subtle, are we? Okay, let's see if we can't still play this to our strengths. Play cards. Maybe with Devries, for the whole Casino Royale effect. But that's not really what's important. Get into his system. Find out what he's up to, all of it. Copy the information, to be used as evidence against him should we need it. Find a way to turn whatever systems he has running into our tools. We could get the job done here by just faking an order from him to move the trucks somewhere else. We're a tech-priest, whether we do this while facing the man down over a card table or while chowing down on some tasty meat-beast and washing that down with some cold yeast-liquid doesn't actually matter to us. I mean, I guess he's a dick and we should kill him and take his stuff but we don't actually need to meet him for that. E+whatever, meh, I guess
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Jan 28, 2015 13:57
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Can we remotely copy his server and then plant a bunch of We can then offer to take care of things for them if they lend us some firepower, we'll even take command of those ogryns and make sure they don't get caught up in any other heretical poo poo. In the confusion we steal the trucks.
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Jan 28, 2015 17:27
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How about we steal the business? Trucks are nice, but imagine if we could get our hands on the local shady den - with all the contacts, secrets, and thugs willing to do anything for a bit of gold. Hell, if we do it right, we get the trucks, too.
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Jan 28, 2015 17:31
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I wrote out a sketch for the Casino Royale game if the thread goes that way, but the recent posts have been interesting. So I think Ill hold off a bit. If he has a server and you can find it, you can absolutely attempt a hack. Its your highest skill, after all. A B x C D E A/D x x x E x x x
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Jan 28, 2015 17:41
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Jan 28, 2015 17:46
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Then HACK. Deck that matrix.
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Jan 28, 2015 17:50
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LowellDND posted:I wrote out a sketch for the Casino Royale game if the thread goes that way, but the recent posts have been interesting. So I think Ill hold off a bit. I saw we hack the servers for free drinks 
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Jan 28, 2015 17:51
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D I say we find him, shoot him in the head, and say "This is our town now."
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Jan 28, 2015 17:57
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B and D. Say you have an offer for Devries, dangle a variety of vices in front of him. See what he bites at. Set up a sting with the Commissariat after figuring out why he's tolerated.
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Jan 28, 2015 18:03
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VanSandman posted:B and D. B+D, this is a fantastic plan.
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Jan 28, 2015 18:05
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Changing from B to the below plan.VanSandman posted:B and D.
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Jan 28, 2015 19:01
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Yeah, don't forget that we are a Hacklord puppet-master. Any time we are face to face with an opponent we've already done hosed up.
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Outrail posted:Yeah, don't forget that we are a Hacklord puppet-master. Any time we are face to face with an opponent we've already done hosed up. No, we're also a diplomat. Think a suave version of Q, not Bond. And besides, it's simply cooler to walk into a guys stronghold, stare him down over cards while dismantling and overthrowing all electronics and also cheating gloriously, then walk away with what we want.
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Jan 28, 2015 19:39
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D Let just talk to Devries. Straight out dangling vices in front of him isn't going to work since he's been smart enough to survive and operate so far not to mention resourceful enough to have Ogryn bodyguards. Theres not much point trying to bring him in because the higher ups will already know about him. You guys are forgetting that we're in a war zone and if the officers or commissioners thought Devies was affecting the combat effectiveness of the group then they would already  . The fact that he's alive and cooperates fully as a witness shows he's being used to weed out all the weak soldiers and officers in the Guard.Let's meet him and offer to trade in exotic but legal goods with the understanding that we have a Rogue Trader's access to everything he could ever want if our initial deals go well. As a bonus, we can even offer our tech services from blessing his Ogryn to maintaining the Machine Spirits on his personal gear. After Devries comes to an unfortunate end because his laspistol mysteriously explodes or his Ogryn somehow confuse him with a Xenos, we can swoop in and take over the whole operation for those sweet, sweet thrones.
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A B C D x x E A/D x x x x B/D x x x E x x x x I'm really pleased with what the thread is coming up with. Seems like Devries was just what we needed
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Serpentis posted:B+D, this is a fantastic plan. The ol' honeypot, this. Maybe dangle the Artifact? Pinche Rudo fucked around with this message at 20:00 on Jan 28, 2015 |
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Jan 28, 2015 19:57
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Devries has either incredible talent in keeping things out of sight, or is extremely well connected. Both are traits we need. Rather than taking what we want from him, I say we find a way to get him working for us.
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Jan 28, 2015 20:00
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"Devrie, have you ever considered a career on a ship?"
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Didn't we take Heraldry? What units insignia are hanging on the walls? Hell use it to see if we can tell who this guy is from his clothes, is he Devvy himself or just a senior flunkey. No matter which option wins let's start running some machine spirits to infiltrate their networks and comms Also lol 12th water dogs ooorah, these guys are the biggest pogs Lanky Coconut Tree fucked around with this message at 20:13 on Jan 28, 2015 |
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Lanky Coconut Tree posted:Didn't we take Heraldry? What units insignia are hanging on the walls? Hell use it to see if we can tell who this guy is from his clothes, is he Devvy himself or just a senior flunkey. You do indeed have heraldry. Ill start brainstorming what the units might be, and if the guy is Devvy or a flunky. As an aside, Ive left open whether you are being incognito (just an aristo) or public (HERO OF THE IMPERIUM). If people have a preference, please specify how you want to play your cards (pun unintended). And of course, Water Dogs is a USMC joke http://terminallance.com/2010/01/26/terminal-lance-7-good-reasons-to-not-go-to-the-gym/ http://terminallance.com/2011/01/04/terminal-lance-93-pogs-impressing-the-grunts/ http://terminallance.com/2011/02/19/terminal-lance-106-the-water-dog/ Edit: I also thought it was funny given your unit is the Tunnel Cats. I feel like we're in a pokemon game.
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Incognito Being a void born aristo should be just enough to get this guy to take us seriously, and it leaves our identity in reserve in case we need it.
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Jan 28, 2015 21:12
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Jan 28, 2015 21:36
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I'm here to play cards and steal all the info you have on your servers. Oh, and Devries is probably addicted to melange. His brother Piter was, at least.
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Of course we are incognito. It's not like anyone could eyeball our identity anyway. We're the most human-looking tech priest in the entire sector, and we can hold our own in a conversation with the uninitiated to boot, both very unusual skills for members of the Mechanicus. We can blend into the fleshy crowds and then instantly take our place amongst our metal brothers without missing a beat, though we do not truly belong in either group. To be the bridge between both worlds, yet not truly stepping foot in either. Using our vantage point to provide knowledge of what we have seen to those who must know. This is what it means to be an Inquisitor, is it not?
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Seems at least one of you may be confused about what Ogryn are. They're just a form of acceptable human mutation. Hulking brutes with sharp teeth and dull wits.
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VanSandman posted:B and D. Voting this plan and Incognito Just finished reading through the thread, LowellDND, and I've really enjoyed it! Glad some fellow goons turned me on to it.
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Tsyni posted:Voting this plan and Incognito Welcome! Always good to have more readers I have a nifty little outline, so Imma start writing.
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