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Sogol posted:Oh! How do we do that? Standard strategy when fighting Tyranids: Shoot the biggest creature you see, it's probably the one maintaining the link. Sadly, Lictors are immune to this.
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Brief hive mind infodump: the bulk of a tyranid force is guant-sized creatures. Outside of synapse, they're about as smart as a wild dog with lots of sharp bits. Inside synapse, they're literally an extension of whatever intelligent tyranid happens to be operating them. Shoot the big ones, and the loss of cohesion combined with synaptic shock will deal a serious blow to the overall force. This easier said than done, because warriors are tough and as smart as you are, and hive tyrants are even tougher and smarter. Exotic specialist bioforms like zoanthropes (tyranid psykers) are a huge problem. As mentioned, Lictors are intelligent but are not synapse relays.
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Feb 15, 2015 07:24
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A x x x x x, x B C D E x x (run) E2 x (explosives) A/E x x x x x (googly eyes)
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Feb 15, 2015 08:18
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So when Ohone is destroyed by tyranids we totally get to swap characters to Devries right? 
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Feb 15, 2015 08:36
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A/E
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Feb 15, 2015 09:15
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Is there any other way to disrupt control links besides shooting the source? And why do they keep attacking radio towers?
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Feb 15, 2015 11:46
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To stop us from calling for help.
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Feb 15, 2015 11:47
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An immensely powerful psyker or daemon could disrupt the hive mind. Probably an array of archaeotech relics and xeno artifacts that can do that, too.
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Feb 15, 2015 11:52
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Sogol posted:Is there any other way to disrupt control links besides shooting the source? Yes, but all I know of are waaaaay beyond Ohone's reach. Also, I can't believe my joke vote is close to actually winning.
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Feb 15, 2015 11:53
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Shadeoses posted:An immensely powerful psyker or daemon could disrupt the hive mind. Probably an array of archaeotech relics and xeno artifacts that can do that, too.
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Feb 15, 2015 12:17
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E, run This is why we shouldn't have stopped, people!
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Feb 15, 2015 12:26
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I doubt it'd be hard for someone like Amacita to fit something that looks enough like human eyes to confuse the Lictor to the servo skulls..
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Feb 15, 2015 12:26
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I'll be honest and say I don't really know what the vote options are I just went straight for the googly eyes
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Feb 15, 2015 12:38
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Googly Eyes You gestured. “I think a Lictor followed us. We were investigating a crashed wreck, and it did the same thing.” “Did you see it?’ “No. Just its effects. It killed the radio operator and put him on the tower.” His voice was caustic. “Maybe start with that story next time. I lost two friends today.” You winced. Erasmus had a point. “Let’s work on killing it. Do you have more of those glass eyes? Henderson’s eyes?” He looked at your oddly. “Does this Lictor like staring contests too? You gestured helplessly. “I don’t know. We haven’t seen it at all, it just kills us.” He paused. “Yeah, we have a few sets.” It didn’t take long to install the eyes into half a dozen servo-skulls. They didn’t fit properly, so rolled weirdly about, giving the impression of some brain injury. It was made worse by the fact that Old Man Henderson had a weird sense of humor, and the eyes were often as not something bizarre. Open mouths, triple iris, vibrant colors. No wonder the Lictor had stopped to stare, you would have too. The skulls went out into the cutting winds, staring meaningfully at anything that looked out of place. You tasked the remaining skulls to watch them - if the creature stopped to watch them, you would be able to see it, and move against it. The two radio operators hung from the tower, jaws slack, dead eyes watching you. You couldn’t assign anyone to remove them yet, and they seemed to be judging you. Over the next few hours, you saw … nothing. The troops sobered up, weapons at the ready, but the Lictor had either left or was playing a different game. Erasmus looked at you. “Ever hunted?” Golden eyes flickered through your memory. “Not animals.” He grunted a laugh. “Fair enough. These things have their own quirks, their own reasons for doing things. The previous one, it went for people who blinked - everyone blinks, it gave a sense of terror. This one is doing the same thing - we keep replacing the radio operators, it keeps killing them. I think you are using the wrong bait.” “You think we should put some more people on the radio?” He gestured. “When Old Man Henderson stalked the previous Lictor, it took days. Not much to do in a place like this, and we like hunting monsters. If your xeno invasion idea is true - and I still its a bunch of hooey, by the way - then do you have those days?” You glanced at the map, the sky. Two days travel to Gamma, two days to wait out the storm. Four days to back pedal to Bravo. “I’m not sure.” What do you do? A. Stalk the lictor with googly eyes until the storm lets up, then leave. B. Bait the radio tower until the storm lets up, then leave. C. Leave now, and hope the Lictor doesn’t follow. Bit rough on the locals though. D. Stay here until the task is done. You brought this upon them. (also, say if you want to bait the tower) E. Something else.
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Feb 15, 2015 14:18
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remove googly eyes, attach googly radios
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Feb 15, 2015 14:58
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FYI:IRC posted:09:28 LowellDND from now all on all tyranids have googly eyes
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Feb 15, 2015 15:34
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You are... being hunted... by a force older than stars... colder then the depths of space.. The Great Devourer... 
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Feb 15, 2015 15:40
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A/B, no sense in not doing both, and we can't move in the storm. Hopefully we can steal a ship at gamma and turboflee this taint of a planet.
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Feb 15, 2015 15:45
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Feb 15, 2015 15:49
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LowellDND posted:You are... being hunted... 
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Feb 15, 2015 17:15
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Plan googly radio!
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VanSandman posted:Plan googly radio! I don't even know what that means 
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Feb 15, 2015 17:42
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LowellDND posted:I don't even know what that means Use your imagination!
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LowellDND posted:I don't even know what that means
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A If only because I feel bad that we bought the Lictor here and we can't move until the storm subsides. It'd be good training for the men in anti Tyranids/monster tactics especially if Gamma Hive and the Magos is going to contain a bunch of weird and scary creatures. The only way for us to capture the Lictor is to present a high value target which means we'll have to take a bit of a gamble. We could cut up the denim we took into long strips, soak then in promethium and attach it to the server skulls in chains of three or so. Move the chimeras so they have a clear line of sight to the radio tower and link the Machine Spirits of the multilasers and such to shoot at a target you identify. Have the Krieg hide in the buildings around the radio tower and the other men further out in a wider perimeter. For the actual plan, take a fire team of Krieg armed with flamers and meltaguns and psibeanies if we have them and make our way to repair the radio tower. If the Lictor attacks, have the skulls entangle it like a spiderweb and light it on fire while everyone pours their firepower in. Otherwise repair the tower and see how the war is going
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Feb 15, 2015 18:41
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A x B x A/B x C D E x x googly radios Hmmm....
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Feb 15, 2015 21:29
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C gently caress these guys we gotta get outta here! They'll be dead in a few days anyway!
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Feb 15, 2015 21:49
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Oh my god. edit: I have an outline, that horrifying picture not withstanding. Standby.
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Today’s music by E Nomine I think I got this The cold was enough to flay your skin, a searing negative twenty Celsius. It filled your lungs with a bitter pain, a sharp clarity that was unlike anything you had ever experienced. You held your winter layers even closer to you, grateful that Amacita had diverted shipments to your unit. You didn’t want to imagine pushing through this weather without them - somewhere out there was a division of IG losing extremities even as you settled into your overlarge coat. Erasmus had woken the town, and now everyone was standing in the central courtyard - or, in the case of your troops, mounted behind freezing metal. You could see them taking hands off the grips of their machine guns to try to warm them, but it didn’t help. It was that terrible awful twilight before the binary sun returned, a deep and abiding blackness that reminded you too much of that darkness under the earth. You hoped there was no mad psyker, here, although it seemed the odds were high of some monster of claws and teeth. You shivered, not from the cold. Memories of a psider in your labs, and the Memetic it had protected you from, filtered through your mind. A familiar ache was in your gut, and you knew you had to get this over with while you still had the courage to do so. Some things could only be borne for so long, and your Kriegers were expecting the highest standards from you. They watched you with bug-like eyes from behind their gas masks, and they seemed as alien as the thing you were hunting. You reached for your squad radio, spoke. You could see your breath, and the bitter cold filled your lungs, feeling like the darkness of open space. “Radio check.” “Vehicle One ready.” “Two ready.” “Three ready.” Down and down they went, all vehicles, all dismounts, all local squads. The rangers and hunters might not be IG trained, but they knew hunting. They stood in a circle around the vehicles, and any one of them was watched by half a dozen others. It might not prevent their death, but it meant there would be witnesses. In a way, everyone was bait. But in a way, there was only one bait that mattered. “Last call. Any questions on what’s going to happen?” No response. You had gone over it several times, and everyone was as ready as they were going to be. “Roger. We’re moving in. Omnissiah with you.” Above you, dozens of servo-skulls were floating, their glass eyes wobbling eerily. You couldn’t decide if it was comic or horrifying, but they were your (literal) eyes in the sky, constantly on the alert for anything out of the ordinary. Most likely, they would just report someone as they died, but what could you do? You didn’t want to risk the convoy in this storm, which meant you had to kill the xeno as quickly as possible. A vehicle breakage would mean everyone inside would have to be abandoned. At the end of the day, you could save more lives by fighting, and winning. The information on Lictors was displeasingly sparse, but you were doing what you could. They might be assassins, or psychological weapons, but they liked to cause terror as much as kill. Hence the things like killing the radio operator, but not the radio, or forcing you to stay awake and unblinking. Things you couldn’t do, but had to do. That kind of torment could wear down a garrison faster than mere casualties. What it meant, though, was that you weren’t sure as to the method of this one’s madness. Did it go for eyes? Did it go for radios? Or, like ones in the historical records, did it go for VIPs? You knew one VIP that would be likely to draw its attention. Which was why you were now entering the Church, the base of the radio tower. For being prefab, the interior had been lovingly maintained. Even in the wilderness, the Ecclesiarchy could find the Faithful. Of course, this kind of isolation would be could for finding your Faith. There wasn’t much else to do, and the threat of danger was constant. When it was you and the cold sky and creatures coming out of the earth, what else could you do but reach out to the God-Emperor? Your feet climbed the spiral stairs slowly, almost hesitantly. It was an open staircase, without a rail, and they creaked in their frames. The spines of metal bent slightly under your weight, and you had unpleasant thoughts of what a multi-story fall would likely do to your body. Behind you, the Kriegers were unperturbed. Their auto-rifles swept the ceiling and sides of the Church, and the long beams of their search lights destroyed all shadow. For this mission, you couldn’t risk having anything less than the best. Your team breached the bell tower with practiced ease, auto-rifles covering every angle as they ascended. It was empty, save for the frozen bodies. Their eyes had frozen solid in their head, and they stared at you accusingly. They were so very young. You sighed softly - how many were dying for the Magos’ quest? Your Kriegers began posting themselves around the room, and you gathered yourself, began assembling the bait. Glass eyes on skulls. Glass eyes on radios. And, of course, you. A radio check with the ground forces confirmed everything was clear. You settled into the business of waiting. The Kriegers weren’t much for talking, and you didn’t feel like talking right now anyway. You looked out into the darkness, and the long fall that was being swept by winter winds, and thought many thoughts. The Kriegers showed no effect of the passage of time - they had taken their posts and now waited, as at ease as statues. You bit the inside of your cheek, paused thoughtfully. Reached for the radio headset. You were on the ground. Vivid pain had raked your chest, and you thought some of your ribs were broken. You were breathing with difficulty, and the room was a cacophony of tracer rounds and flash bangs. The Kriegers were fighting something out of a nightmare. It moved too fast too be seen, or changed colors too fast to follow. It was nearly invisible, sprinting through your forces like a ghost. Kriegers were thrown into the air like children, even as they emptied clips. Rounds ricocheted off its carapace, marking the walls in their hundreds. You breathed painfully. The creature seemed rushed, unable to get a killing blow. In seconds, half the squad was on the ground. It was fleeing. The Kriegers reached for their bandoliers. They had to be in tremendous pain - you could see open wounds in their greatcoats. You could see bone. Without flinching, they threw grenades. They were getting up. They were advancing with bayonets. The church shook at the detonation, old dust spraying into the air. You crawled to the edge of the entrance. The Lictor had been caught in the blast. It was falling multiple stories. It crushed pews with its great weight. Distantly, you were astonished something of that size could move so quietly. It flipped up like a cat. It was hissing. Around you, your Kriegers were firing full-auto, the staccato of the high caliber rounds deafening in such a small space. They seemed to be ignoring their wounds entirely. A part of you trembled. They were more like machines than some servitors you had seen. The Lictor sprinted for the door. Your Hellhound punched through the entrance, promethium searing the cold air. Twin barrels ignited the Lictor like it was paper. It curled and spat and twisted, even then still trying to reach for the crew with its claws. Finally, it crumpled to the ground, smoking. The Kriegers moved halfway down the stairs, emptying multiple clips into the corpse. As they got close, they threw paired incendiary grenades. The corpse burned sullenly. It smelled of vomit and horror and the God-Emperor’s unforgiveness. You breathed with a wince, reached for your comm. Did a radio check. All units reported in. Ten Kriegers and yourself were wounded. You ordered the docs to check them out. You went to your knees, then stood. Slowly, ever so slowly, you sat in the chair of the radio. You put on the headset. You listened quietly. There was nothing. What do you do? A. It was probably just the storm, and you have wounded. Wait a day, rest up, and head out. B. Silence is always bad news. The town is fine, you need to drive into the storm. C. Compromise. Wait for the sun to come up, check the radio, and go out regardless. D. Hunker down. Abandon the Magos’ quest, and get communication with the Beast established. Request evac. E. Something Else
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Feb 15, 2015 22:32
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D They're already gone Ohone no one is coming to save you! 
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Feb 15, 2015 22:36
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A Darker Porpoise posted:D They're already gone Ohone no one is coming to save you!  edit: lets CYOA how to survive Exterminatus
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Feb 15, 2015 22:37
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Feb 15, 2015 22:42
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B We took out the hunter, time to get moving. We can heal when we're on the ship.
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Who isn't replying? The beast or the guard or the town were in? Or anyone?
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Feb 15, 2015 22:44
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Outrail posted:Who isn't replying? The beast or the guard or the town were in? Or anyone? Communications in the town are solid. Everyone has reported in alive (if sometimes wounded). Outside the town, nothing.
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 gently caress you too, Lictor!B - It's all or nothing now. Have the most severely wounded people in the same vehicle as you, and try to provide them with some basic medical attention, we have the skill for it after all. ++Give the residents a chance to join you, if they wish so.
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LowellDND posted:Outside the town, nothing.
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my dad posted:
This. So close voting D. I think we're driving into a dead hive.
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