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I sometimes have a hard time keeping track of all the different groups and details, purely as a fault of my own. What does it means that the tribes are barely human?
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Oasx posted:I sometimes have a hard time keeping track of all the different groups and details, purely as a fault of my own. What does it means that the tribes are barely human? Means the Greycloaks are racist  Slice of Life XXXIII The Darkness lasted almost twenty years. There are as many interpretations of it as there are people to tell it, and all groups drew their own lessons from it. The Greycloaks learned obedience, the Tribes learned conquest, the Dregs learned fear. The Family was more flexible with its history, and thus learned different lessons as they needed. Still, for an era that was but the tiniest fraction of the millennia long history of the Beast, it had an impact far beyond its years. In many ways, it became an urban legend. Many people, of greater or lesser sense, tried to reach out to the Darkness, make it for their own. They formed secret societies, performed rituals of little success, built statues of giants in the dark places. Some of them found more forbidden rituals, called things they weren’t expecting. They usually ended up purged by the Greycloaks or the Lord-Sire - Case Omega. A handful of centuries after the Darkness, one Lord-Sire took to looking for them. He was not a psyker - instead, he had been raised on the stories, and desired to raise the Family up to further greatness, no matter the cost. He formed an organization to look into every aspect of the ship, to find where the Darkness had gone. The Lord-Sire made some random story as an explanation, and let them go on their way. The lower ranked members would simply look for things, and tell them what they found. The highest ranking members of that Guild, they were told the truth of what they were looking for, and what the Lord-Sire wanted it for. Some would say they found it. Loel fucked around with this message at 21:34 on Feb 17, 2015 |
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If the Darkness is a Night Lords warband, why'd they vanish? Were they killed? What if it's Thousand Sons instead?
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LowellDND posted:You could really fill a full docking bay with the extended family of Greycloaks. Yup. You really could. Then you could vent said docking bay, apparently. LowellDND posted:They were tasked by the High Lords of Terra themselves to explore strange new worlds, seek out new life and new civilizations, and loot and pillage them for the might of Humanity. Waitaminute. That's not how Star Trek starts! haha
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Today’s music: Suicide Commando Big badda boom An electric coil surrounded you. Faster than thought, it flickered through the electro-magnetic coils ahead of you, and you followed, pulled by a force beyond yourself. If it had been your eyes, you would have said there was darkness and then light, but you had no eyes. Instead, you tasted the air, took the measure of gravity, atmospheric pressure, temperature. Even as you left the long chamber that had been your home, your Machine-Spirits were analyzing the world around you. Such and such oxygen percentage, such and such temperature. A slight wind, rising out of the West. You begun your spin, creating a burrowing effect, digging through the air. The base of your body erupted in spines, or perhaps fins. The wind, instead of fighting you, obeyed your will. Your eyes, if you had had them, would have seen the full weight of war. A dozen Imperial Titans struggled, the castles that were their legs buried deep in the mud. Void shields spat and shimmered, resisting the assault that was a thousand xeno weapons. Biotitans opened fire with tremendous energies, horrors that devoured and undid. And under them, like children’s toys, thousands of Baneblades, Hive Tyrants, millions of Imperial Guard, millions of ‘gaunts. None of that mattered to you. Secondary systems ignited in your heart, spurring you to your target. The sudden initiation of fusion bombs. Tens of thousands died in an instant. Hard radiation swept the battlefield. Your sensors took the taste of them, adjusted for the change in air pressure, heat, light. You couldn’t survive a direct blast, of course, but the echo around one could push you off your path. You were not permitted to fail. You would not. Secondary fins erupted and fell, adjusting your flight. If you had eyes, you would have seen the Biotitan stumble. Paired burrowing fusion bombs had just erupted in its gut - not enough to kill it, perhaps not enough to even slow it down. They had served their purpose, though. The carapace and chitin had been ripped open. If you had eyes, you would have seen the plates shifting, reforming, relayering in the armor that could withstand atomics. If you had had eyes, you would have seen the nose of your body penetrate into the meat of the beast. There was sudden darkness, and the thrumming of alien hearts. A tremendous organism, built in the heart of the planet for combat, designed in the darkness between stars. You obeyed the tenets of your creator, punching your way through arteries the size of a human. Beneath your grip, you found the slightest gland, the size of a head that was your expected target. The beast shuddered. Stumbled. Shrieked with the rage that could shatter mountains. Your body had shattered, and in so doing, shattered the adrenal gland of the bio-titan. Instead of being regulated, it was flooded with rage, like a penal soldier given combat drugs. Except this soldier was a hundred stories high, and surrounded by the armies of his species. Beyond words, beyond rage, the creature erupted in weapons blasts, stomping and smashing all about it. Its entire body trembled with the need to kill, pushed far beyond any thought. Around it, two kilometers of Tyranids shrieked their rage to the heavens. Compelled by the mind that was their master, they turned on each other with a bestial, feral fury. Limbs were torn from their sockets. Teeth and claws fell on carapace and chitin. Organic bioweapons erupted in every direction, boiling the flesh, erupting muscle and bone. You fell back to ‘your’ body as Major Renmenn and Velens lowered their launchers. Colonel Asmodius stared at the carnage, all those kilometers away. “Well. That should probably do it.” - You were having trouble walking. Between the cracked ribs and the sheer alienness of riding a bullet, you kept trying to adjust for wind, using your legs as fins. The Cadians were sympathetic, giving you an arm. If nothing else, you had established your reputation for the ages - the entire left front was pushing forward dramatically, slaughtering ‘nids in their tens of thousands. You were tempted to make another shot, but decided against it. Your Cadian unit was out of nukes, and you needed to retrieve or replace the Stryxis implants. And you thought you might need the other nine rounds for some other target, later in life. The marginal return on confusing another Bio-titan vs a perfect shot on an enemy was not enough. And you had chosen that bio-titan to help clear the infiltration zone, anyway. The elevator to the deep under-Hive was near that area, and you wanted the ‘nids to be as confused and distracted as possible. Your battalion was already assembled on the platform. You frowned thoughtfully. What had happened earlier today, while the Cadians were reading their missiles, was … worrisome. You had sent down a team to scout out the area at the bottom of the elevator column. They had come up an hour later, and told you the maps were wrong, that it didn’t go down all the way, that you should find another route. Except Tanya. She had said the column was fine, and would be an excellent path into the Hive. You considered her psiderweb helmet thoughtfully. Based on your tests of the psider corpse, you were fairly sure it was an anti-psyker. Which meant there was some psyker influence in the depths, asking to be left alone. That would be bad enough, but you had been considering the psider, and how it might be some Tyranid variant. In which case, perhaps it was working with the Tyranids, trying to lure you into a trap. It was enough to make you wonder if Mother had been a Tyranid attempt, as well. Some genestealer matriarch, perhaps. You glanced at Tanya, remembered her spider-like climb in the tunnels. Would that make Tanya a genestealer, then? You hoped not. A sudden trap that was formed by your scout would be problematic at best. At worst, it might be an entire massacre. You didn’t have to tell your troops to be cautious. They were the best the IG had to offer, after all. The elevator started with a sudden rumble, and began working its way into the depths. It was a journey of kilometers, going deep into the earth, the base of the Underhive. Billions of people had lived their lives above it, and what had fallen below was the detritus, both human and material. The creatures that chose to be there would be barely human, and possibly corrupted by the influence of the xeno. You looked at Tanya again. She smiled at you encouragingly, excited to be back in the tunnels. - The platform stopped at the base of the column, all those thousands of meters below. The air was strange here, and yet familiar - the tang of thousands of years of recycling. It reminded you comfortingly of the Beast in some ways, although you could see the Cadians disagreeing with it. Still, they pushed on - scout vehicles deploying into the darkness with practiced expertise, their search lights looking into the void. There was a small town of scrap metal, walls and furnaces. It was empty, although whether abandoned long ago - or stripped of biomass today - you couldn’t say for sure. You pushed North, always looking for the location the Magos had given you. It was a hidden location, well away from prying eyes, and it was hard to say if this area of the Underhive was forgotten or escaped from. There were too many explanations for empty places, during a Tyranid invasion. In the distance - the flickering of void shields. They hummed with a quiet energy, their purple glow massive even as far away as they were. They wrapped around ancient battle steel and blast doors, a building whose scale dwarfed your entire battalion. Below it, hundreds of meters below it, the rolling terrain you were heading towards. Your lights swept across it. It was disturbingly organic. It spanned for kilometers. What do you do? A. Drive towards the shields, thats probably the target area. B. Dismount and walk towards the shields, you don’t want to give yourself away. C. Send scout teams out first. Mounted or dismounted? D. Look for a way around the organic material. It may be a long drive. E. Something else. Also, do you leave a team at the elevator? If so, how much? Loel fucked around with this message at 02:09 on Feb 18, 2015 |
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C, on foot. Also, E: Try to reach out to the void shields' machine spirits. See if we can't get any reads on what's beyond them, or how long they've been up/active for.
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A/C, Recon in Force: We can't afford to waste time. If the hive mind gets wind that we're doing something big, it can literally bury us in 'gaunts. However, standing orders should be that nobody dismounts without full NBC gear. 'Nid flora is just as carnivorous as the fauna.
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C in vehicles. If whatever that stuff is can destroy war machines then we'd be better off going around than trying to cross it on foot.
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mepstein73 posted:C, on foot. Also, E: Try to reach out to the void shields' machine spirits. See if we can't get any reads on what's beyond them, or how long they've been up/active for. I like this +1 Also sick shot Ohone.
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Tran posted:A/C, Recon in Force: We can't afford to waste time. If the hive mind gets wind that we're doing something big, it can literally bury us in 'gaunts. Do this
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I love Asmodius' response. "Well, that should probably do it."
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mepstein73 posted:C, on foot. Also, E: Try to reach out to the void shields' machine spirits. See if we can't get any reads on what's beyond them, or how long they've been up/active for. This
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mepstein73 posted:C, on foot. Also, E: Try to reach out to the void shields' machine spirits. See if we can't get any reads on what's beyond them, or how long they've been up/active for. This. It will pay to be cautious - some large creatures have razored spines they can discourage interlopers with, like Void Krakens. I wouldn't put it past a large tyranid to have such external defenses, even if it turns out to be a radical ordo xenos inquisitor's xanthist fantasy gone inevitably wrong and is just a bio-factory.
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A B C x A/C x x (vehicles) D E C/E x x x x (on foot)
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That was a cool description, Lowell. Nice shot indeed.
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paragon1 posted:C in vehicles. We need to be quick in, quick out. If we can't find what the Magos wants.... well... gently caress it. We'll find a reactor, rig it to blow, and claim that was our mission all along.
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Jesus you keep topping yourself dude. Second person description of a smart bullet flying over the battlefield was epic. The IG are going to be showering us with medals for that shot. Not to mention the stories that are going to spread throughout the subsector.
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Tran posted:A/C, Recon in Force: We can't afford to waste time. If the hive mind gets wind that we're doing something big, it can literally bury us in 'gaunts. This plus void shield talking
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I am pretty content with that shot. Between the Nallani gunships and the biotitan and everything else we've done we're well on our way to having trashy heroic B-films about our life circulating through the Dregs and the IG by now.Lanky Coconut Tree posted:This plus void shield talking I'm on board with this.
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Lanky Coconut Tree posted:This plus void shield talking Sounds reasonable to me!
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Deadmeat5150 posted:Jesus you keep topping yourself dude. Second person description of a smart bullet flying over the battlefield was epic. The IG are going to be showering us with medals for that shot. Not to mention the stories that are going to spread throughout the subsector. Thank you! I was quite pleased with how it came outA B C x x A/C x x (vehicles) D E A/C/E x x x x (vehicles) C/E x x x x (on foot) Looks like Recon in Force/Vehicles/Hack shields is our winner.
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Wooo! Hopefully those void shields are like a treasure chest with something neat behind them. Dream scenario: An Imperial Frigate, landed engines down, is behind them; with an armored ramming prow, we can just light up the engines and punch our way out of the hive.
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Feb 18, 2015 16:43
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Nightmare scenario: Norn Queen prison.
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I assumed that the building we were headed to was the thing protected by the shields.
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So I'm not super deep into the Warhams, I take it the past few slice of life segments were indicating that our fair Beast played host to some Chaos Marines for about twenty years some 20 centuries ago?
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paragon1 posted:So I'm not super deep into the Warhams, I take it the past few slice of life segments were indicating that our fair Beast played host to some Chaos Marines for about twenty years some 20 centuries ago? Probably. Im leaving it vague, but probably. Today’s music: Zombie Girl’s Creepy Crawler Wizard Shotguns Strength and fury were better than stealth at this point. If the Hive mind wasn’t looking for you now, with all the force at its command, it never would. As such, you ordered the vehicles to drive over the strange organic carpet, a rolling terrain of carapace and chitin. A failed design? The leftovers of some previous build? Who could say? You had nearly three dozen vehicles at your call, crewed by some of the best soldiers in the Imperium. You hoped they were enough. Even at these depths, you could feel the rumble of the apocalyptic combat above. Titans stumbled and fell, and dust shook from the ceiling. Fusion initiations scattered across the landscape, and you could feel the earth shriek sympathetically. In the distance, earthquakes spasmed - this was always an unstable world, and the war had not made it much better. You took care to avoid parts of the cavern that looked unstable, but you were never sure. The void shields were … magnificent. They dominated a chamber behind it, and you could feel the visceral power of them. They looked to be ship shields in scale, ready for the combat of the void. You glanced left and right, along the length of the metal and stone. If you cleared away the minerals that had grown over long centuries, the more recent organic sheath… it looked like a Mechanicus ship. It looked like an Explorator. You could barely contain your giddiness. Your mind provided the images - the ancient ship finding an empty planet, landing, making it into a Forge-world. It becomes a Hive for the Imperium, supplying weapons and ammo to the Crusades… yes, it could have happened that way. You mentally rubbed your mechadendrites together in anticipation. Even if this ship were half functional, a tenth functional… you could leap up to the rank of Magos. Today. You wondered if your Magos had sent you here for that reason - a challenge, a graduation. An acceptance as equals. You couldn’t help but smile. Quietly, you told the batallion to stay back, but in weapons range. You didn’t want them to be in danger, you said. You didn’t want them to steal your glory, you thought. The Magos had insisted on secrecy, and you were pretty sure you knew why. This was how you would enter the highest ranks of the Mechanicus, learn all the Secrets and Mysteries… You ordered your personal column up with you, just in case. Your mind reached out for the void-shield Spirits. They were … things of beauty. Avatars of light and color, kilometers high, formed of code and wire, chanting the old and sacred commands. They held many orders, and many memories, and you reached for them. Your skill as a Tech-Priest was as power-armor, and the algorithims your Magos gave you was as if lightning, caught in your hand. The avatars turned to you, giants of might and wonder, and seemed to bow to your will… And it all went to hell. The sky turned black, the color of failed code. The avatars grew mouths the size of mountains, shrieking in rage, in alarm. In the real world, your entire battalion rose up in fear, in anger. They were already leveling their guns at the fallen shields, at the entrance of the ship. Your eyes flicked to them, saw images that you knew as well as your own face. Cybernetics that were the death of all who saw them. And what they were on… Hive-Tyrant Murder Servitors. Six of them. What do you do? A. Order the battalion to fire, you will advance to the rear. B. Order the battalion to fire and enter the ship behind the Tyranids C. Everyone attack D. Everyone flee E. Something Else The title, of course, is a reference to http://gunshowcomic.com/30 Loel fucked around with this message at 17:14 on Feb 18, 2015 |
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Deadmeat5150 posted:Does the ship have any functional weaponry? Hard to say. You haven't been looking at it long.
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Hive tyrant what now? What's the likelihood we can hack them?
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I voted to enter the ship because I think unless it has something we are likely FUBAR here. We need a force multiplier.
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Outrail posted:Hive tyrant what now? Low to very low. The level of code here is Magos quality.
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LowellDND posted:Hive-Tyrant Murder Servitors. These aren't Tyrannids, real Tyrannids eschew all forms of mechanization. Best guess is that this is the "Success" of the Nid Experimentation program. The Magos gave us access codes. Which have failed apparently. Which means that the Magos is either out of date or betrayed. Swap the access codes, transliterate them into hormones / nerve impulses / scents as we would guess a Tyrannid would think in. Try those codes.
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poo poo. B. Get into the ship, then order everyone else to gtfo. Let's look for a kill switch for those things.
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C FIRE EVERYTHING This is what the Magos wanted us to cover up, his colleague hosed up big time.
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