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 It had all started so well.. We join our crew as they hunker down behind an overturned buffet table as yet another pulse rifle blast smashes against its scorched top. Laying against it, laughing like a fool as he wields a still smoking bolt pistol in one hand while the other keeps his guts in place, is Lord Honoré de Balzac, and about him lay numerous finger foods and foppish snacks. "Showed that blue buggering buffon what for! Ha, that was a good line, isn't that right, Jasper?" He coughs wetly and grins, his teeth turned pink by his own blood, and the man struggles to get back to his feet. "Let me have another shot at them, bloody xenos will pay for ruining my good blouse!" Fifteen minutes prior  Lord Honoré de Balzac, diplomat extraordinaire It was a simple enough mission. The Tau had found some sort of artefact that they knew would be of some value to the Imperium, and so had sent out feelers to find someone, ANYONE who was keen to haggle with them. And their messages had reached one Lord de Balzac, a man with centuries of Imperial diplomacy behind him, and he in turn had reached out to a Lord Crassian, the very man that hired out his old ship to a new crew to run missions for him. And so it was after picking up the good Lord at his manor that the officers of The Fist of Terra took to the planet Ominous, a paradise planet and resort that had fallen under the governance of the Tau empire. There, the Lord and his hired crew met with the Tau commander L'Oreal to discuss matters of negotiation and diplomacy over dinner, and what a feast it had been. The food smelled wonderful, and the Tau had prepared delicacies of the Eldar (but not as well as the Eldar, as any Eldar would claim) and the orks (which mostly accounted for 'lots of red meat'), and had selected fine wines and spirits to be shared. Commander L'Oreal was pleasant, friendly, and very accepting; in trade for the relic he had found, he simply asked for provisions and supplies for the former Imperial residents of the planet. The Lord, in response, ate heartily, nodding and smiling. On the flight over, he had not shut his yap about the glory and the honor of recovering a prize for the Imperium, and now, he was full of himself in most every way. But matters took a turn for the worst, and in usual idiot noble fashion, the Lord had lost his temper over being served the wrong wine with his meal. He had grown angry and obstinate, ignoring the Commander's pleas and apologies and even ignoring his own crew. When the Commander had followed him to the buffet table, offering him profound apologies. He had turned to the Commander, giving him a dar smile. "I do not negotiate with tau-orists." Then and there, the Lord drew his bolt pistol and shot him square between the eyes, and it was at that exact moment survival instincts kicked in for the crew as they barrelled across the room for the Lord. The Commander's honor guard had reacted quickly, and a single pulse rifle shot had struck the Lord in the gut, sending him tumbling over the table, wherein he grabbed the sheet and dragged half of the food down with him. Moments later, the crew had joined him, diving or circling around the table before flipping it to grant a moment of cover. Back in the present. With Lord de Balzac struggling to his feet and the Tau slowly advancing their fire, there doesn't feel like much time to act. As the Lord pales, Jasper and the others realize that their paycheck rides squarely on this noble specimen of Imperial nobility surviving. Wonderful. Welcome to RT! The tau are already shooting you, react how you please! Particularly to the stuff leading up to the situation.
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 D'Jasper Probincrux III "Mmyes. You've managed to put us in a quite a pickle now, my dear Honore. Jasper remarks casually while readying his trusty boltgun, trying to figure out what direction to aim it at. Single Shotting Balzac with the Boltgun BS 44 + Half-Aim 10 + 30 for point-blank = 84, Spending fate if Miss Mentioned to Dyne in IRC that I feel the quickest way we'd survive this is by shooting Balzac in the face and then offering the Tau his corpse and anything of his property they demand in reparation. We'll be happy to receive the bauble and not getting shot. Opinions? pre:WS BS S T Ag Int Per WP Fel 41 44 44 40 42 39 43 34 64 Wounds: 11/11 Fate: 4/4 Combat related skills: Dodge +20 BQ Stormtrooper Carapace : All 7 Name Type Range Fire Damage Armor Pen Ammo Reload Special CQ Las Gauntlets Pistol 50m S/4/– 1d10+4E 1 20 Full Reliable BQ Solo-Boltgun Basic 100m S/–/– 1d10+5X 4 8 Full Accurate, Tearing,Reliable Decadence, +10 bonus to resist the effects of addiction. Leap up, Stand Up as Free action Quick Draw, Draw weapon as Free action Two-Weapon Wielder (Melee, Ballistic), May attack with both weapons if same type, -20 BS/WS +Gunslinger, Reduced to -10 +Ambidextrous, Reduced to 0 pre:WS BS S T Ag Int Per WP Fel 41 44 44 40 42 39 43 34 64 Career: Rogue Trader Origin Path: Noble Born Fringe Survivor (Survivalist) Chosen by Destiny (Fated for Greatness) High Vendetta Prestige Long And Glorious History (Prominent Ancestry) Movement: 4/8/12/24 Wounds: 11 Corruption Points:0 Insanity Points: 9 Fate Points: 4 Skills: Barter, Blather, Carouse, Charm +30, Command +10, Commerce +10, Common Lore (Imperium), Deceive, Dodge +20, Evaluate, Inquiry, Intimidate, Literacy, Performer (Storyteller), Scholastic Lore (Archaic, Astromancy), Scrutiny, Search, Sleight of Hand, Speak Language (High Gothic, Low Gothic), Survival Talents: Pistol Weapon Training (Universal), Melee Weapon Training (Universal, Primitive), Die Hard, Air of Authority, Peer (Nobility, Military), Ambidextrous, Renowned warrant, Leap up, Quick Draw, Two-Weapon Wielder (Melee), Two-Weapon Wielder (Ballistic), Decadence, Gunslinger, Counter Attack, Crushing Blow, Sprint, Swift Attack, Blademaster, Lightning Attack, Sure strike Traits: Etiquette, Vendetta, Brook no insult, Exceptional Leader Armour: Weapons: Gear: good-Craftsmanship hand cannon common-Craftsmanship power sword. Micro-bead, void suit, set of fine clothing, xeno-pelt cloak, best-Craftsmanship enforcer light carapace ACQS: Weapons: CQ Las Gauntlets Pistol 50m S/4/– 1d10+4E 1 20 Full Reliable 3 kg Very Rare BQ Solo-Boltgun Basic 100m S/–/– 1d10+5X 4 8 Full Accurate, Tearing,Reliable 7 kg Very Rare Armour: BQ Storm Trooper Carapace All7 8 kg Very Rare Sormus fucked around with this message at 20:05 on Feb 11, 2015 |
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 Exlorator M4X1MU5 "Ah. The shooting. I was wondering when we would reach this stage. Max does a quick scan of the advancing Xenos. "Shoot the one in the white helmet. He is their squad leader." Two independent weapon systems track the target in question while he hauls the noblemen down to a triage position, unpleasantly gleaming medical tools at the ready. "Take care not to harm my artifact. I want to know what was so important." Medicae on our meal ticket, at TN 120. Hellgun and Archeotech laspistol firing at my BS, preferably at a Tau I can recognize as important with FL Xenos. Laspistol uses up my reaction. pre:Combat Block: WS BS STR TGH AGI INT PER WIL FEL 36 54 45 67 32 70 36 36 29 BC Plasma Gun 90m S/2/– 1d10+7 E 6 40 5 Full Overheat (maximal) 100m S/2/- 2d10+7 E 8 40 5 Full Overheat, Recharge GC Hellgun 110m S/3/– 1d10+4 E 7 30 2 Full (Shoulder Mount) BC Archeotech Laspistol 90m S/3/– 1d10+3 E 2 70 1 Full Accurate, Reliable (in mechadendrite) AP 12 Head, 13 Other FP:3/3 Movement: 3/6/9/12 Wounds: 15 Init: 1d10 + 3 Dodge: +10 Name: M4X1MU5 Race: Human Career: Explorator Origin Path (450/500): Forge World Savant Archeotechnologist (250) Dark Voyage - FL Xenos Wealth Lineage: Proven to be Pure (200) Rank: 4 Insanity: 2 Corruption: 0 Wounds: 11 +4 Fate: 3 Characteristics: WS: 25 + 14 -5 +0 = 36 BS: 25 + 14 +0 +0 = 39 + 15 = 54 STR: 25 + 10 +0 +0 = 35 + 10 = 45 TGH: 25 + 17 +0 -3 = 42 + 25 = 67 AGI: 25 + 12 +0 +0 = 37 - 5 = 32 INT: 25 + 19 +8 +3 = 55 + 15 = 70 PER: 25 + 11 +0 +0 = 36 WIL: 25 + 11 +0 +0 = 36 FEL: 25 + 9 +0 +0 = 34 - 5 = 29 Skills: Awareness +10 Chem-use Common Lore (Tech, Machine Cult) (Int) +10 Dodge +10 Forbidden Lore (Archeotech, Adeptus Mechanicus) +20 (Int) Forbidden Lore (Xenos) Literacy (Int) Logic (Int) +10 Medicae +20 Tech-Use (Int) +30 Trade (Technomat, Armourer, Explorator) (Int) Scholastic Lore (Astromancy) (Int) Speak Language (Explorator Binary, Low Gothic, Techna-lingua) (Int) Talents: Technical Knock Peer (Academic) Resistance (Psychic Powers) Basic Weapon Training (Universal) Melee Weapon Training (Universal) Pistol Weapon Training (Universal) Logis Implant The Flesh is Weak 2 Autosanguine Talented (Tech-use, listed above) Binary Chatter Electro Graft Use Machinator Array Mechadendrite Use (Weapon) Mechadendrite Use (Utility) Traits: Stranger to the Cult Mechanicus Implants Unnatural Intelligence (X2) Machine 2 Gear: 1 Heirloom Item d100= 11, Best Archeotech Laspistol good-Craftsmanship hellgun good-craftsmanship power axe Enforcer light carapace multikey void suit injector sacred unguents micro-bead combi-tool dataslate Servo-Skull Familiar Acquisitions: Good Cortex Implant (vrare -20, single +30, good -10 = 0) Best Power Armor (vrare -20, single +30, best -30 = -20) Best Mezoa Plasma Gun (vrare -20, single +30, best -30 = -20) Positive acquisitions: Common MIU MIU Weapon Uplink Cranial Armor Subdermal Armor Ballistic Mechadendrite Medicae Mechadendrite Auspex (Insert line from the hit thriller "Xenos") Diagnostor Medikit
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 Murdah Wrathbeard Da Kaptin of Industry "So'z what ur sayin is, each of yaz has a job dat needs doin, an ya do it?" The massive creature rubbed its metal gob, the metal nice and shiney for the meeting. A few of the grey-skins had worked up the courage to come talk to him and so he obliged their... pitiful conversation, it had to be said. He didn't know what he was expecting. He was an Ork apart, a boy that did far too much thinking for his own good. Despite all that he found the Tau incredibly dull. They spent lots of time talking and thinking too, but about all the wrong things. Still, their greater good intrigued him. For every duty that needed to be done, a Tau stepped in to fill the need. And they did it gladly, or so they said, without all the nonsense that the humans tended to get up to. "That is... correct, Honored Guest. We all do what is required of us, each serving the Empire the manner most suited to them, for the Greater Good. We each have a job and we do it," Most orkz would've appreciated the summary at the end. But behind their pretty language, Wrathbeard heard the insults. The way they talked slower, deliberately tried to dumb down what they were saying. He'd promised to behave himself, and besides the grog wasn't half bad as things went. Still, he felt prejudices niggling at him every time they whispered behind his back words that he couldn't understand but had learned the meaning of years ago. Just a dumb brute brought along for muscle. He tried to not let it bother him. After all, Orkz weren't predisposed to deep thinking or polite coversation. They might be forgiven for their insensitivity to his particular... condition. But every sentence was another poke, a jab that tempted him to respond in the way they expected. To live up to all they thought of him. He contented himself by delivering verbal stabs of his own, rather than physical stabs from his stabbah. "Da'z not all that unlike da Orkz. Yo'z a mek, a dok, a boss or one of da boyz, and ya each gotz a thing dat ya'z good at. An when all da boyz are workin togetha there ain't nuffin dat can get in da way withought gettin stomped flat. But ya see, da orks have evolved past da need for 'duty' or 'ideology.' We do what we do 'cuz dats what we do. No need to muk about worryin' why or who's servin what. For us life is straightforward, peaceful compared to da rest of ya. Our purpose in da galacksee is self-evident, we dun have to spend time thinking about it we just get on with what needs doin. But I'll admit you'z got a decent enuff idea greyskin, if'n ya logic is a bit primative. Da Greatah Good is a bit... insubstanshul ya? A bit easy to weed yer way out of it when things get a bit rough, an aftah all who are ya includin in "Da Greatah Good?" I'll give credit where credit is due though. If ya wasn't all such weedy gitz I might even say yoz got potenshal, but dat would just be me manners talkin. I'm gonna get anuvva grog, hur hur hur..." He sauntered over to the big table with all the food and drinks. He stopped where the Eldar food was. Tiny little slivers of things, and his inner ork rejected everything about them. However, after a few more steps his inner ork remembered he was also very curious as a rule. He turned around and gingerly picked up one of the tiny forks in his hand, and those assembled had the most surreal sight of an Ork daintily sample a few of the Eldar dishes. At that particular moment, the human lord and Tau commander came over in a huff. For his part, Wrathbeard was trying a combination of a sparkly grog with one of the Eldar dishes and he had to admit, together they weren't half bad. Then the human command pulled out a bolt pistol and blew the greyskin's head all over the table, and a good bit of blood and gore got all over the Ork. He was stunned a moment, then he pointed at them and started laughing, deep bass laughter that shook his whole body. Then a Fire Warrior bullseyed the Lord in the stomache, causing him to keel over and Wrathbeard to laugh even harder. He was laughing so hard he toppled over the table, giving himself and the others a bit of impromptu cover. "Oh zog, dis is da best dinnah party evah hurhurhur..." As he reached about himself to assemble his massive Snazzgun, he leaned up over the table and yelled to the room, "I didn't shoot first! If I'z shoot back, is completely in self defense now! Oh I've always wanted to say that and it be true!" Wrathbeard is down either way. He isn't much for authority figures in general so if you shoot the Lord he'll probably remember this as the best humie party he's ever been to. pre:WS BS S T Ag Int Per WP Fel 57 44 72 70 28 58 29 31 20 Wounds: 21/21 Fate: 2/2 Combat related skills: Demolitions +20 Toughness Bonus: 14 (Unnatural Toughness x2) BQ Squighides : Body/Arms/Legsl 4 Iron Gob: Head 2, +10 to intimidate Name Type Range Fire Damage Armor Pen Ammo Reload BQ Snazzgun Heavy 90m S/4/8 1d10+11I 2 200 4 Full Special: Storm, Reliable, Twin-linked, Inaccurate, Unwieldy, +5 to BS/WS GQ Solo-Boltgun Pistol 100m S/3/– 1d10+4I 0 18 Full Special: Inaccurate, Reliable, +5 to BS/WS BQ Choppa Melee 000m S/–/– 1d10+10R 2 - - Special: Unbalanced, Sparky Nobs (Shocking), +5 to BS/WS Bulging Biceps - No need to brace heavy weapons Da Neskt Best Fing - Count every 2 non-orks as orks for Mob Rule) Exotic Weapon Training (Rokkit Launcha, Deffgun) Furious Assault - On successful All out Attack, spend reaction to make another Heavy Weapon Training (SP) Iron Jaw - Toughness test to avoid being stunned Jaded - normal horrors don't cause fear tests Lissen Ta Me, Coz I'z da Biggest! - Might Makes Right applies to non-orks Melee Weapon Training (Universal) Rapid Reload - half reload time Resistance (Fear) - +10 bonus to fear checks Runtz x1 Sanctioned Xenos - Avoid 'trust not the alien' penalties Sound Constitution x3 Sturdy - +20 to resist grapple and knockdown Talented (Tech-Use) True Grit - Halve critical damage Worky Gubbinz - Tech-Use to improve weapons, Ork weapons count as reliable Xenos Weapon Training (Ork) quote:Name: Murdah Wrathbeard
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 Quintus Quintus wasn't too keen on some dinner party to get an artifact from some xenos. First, he doubted exactly what it is the Xenos might even have. Granted that did pique his interest, but mystery was only so satisfying. Real zeal comes from having at least a glimmer of what you are hunting for, and then trying to retrieve it. Still, he was attached to this rogue trader vessel, and at least under Lord Crassian's command he had acquired quite a few things for the chapter. Quintus and Lord Crassian had arranged a very simple, yet lucrative deal. Quintus would put his superior knowledge related to relics and antiquities to use when the rogue trader had keyed on to anything of value. If something linked to a Space Marine chapter was found it automatically went to Quintus to return to the chapter, along with being allowed to make copies of any texts found. Any other artefacts went to feeding Lord Crassian's coffers and ego. This new Rogue Trader he wasn't sure about. He hadn't had the opportunity to really talk with him. Quintus had kept to himself during the dinner party. Eating xenos food prepared by xenos was certainly not something he was looking to add to his resume of things he had done. When Balzac had fired upon the Tau leader, and the fighting erupted, Quintus was relieved. Taking artefacts from dead xenos was standard Operation Procedure in the Blood Raven annotated Codex astartes. The Librarian draws his sword and charges the range favoring Tau. Charging into combat and killing tau with my force sword. Damage is 1d10+16 Pen:6. If I hit channel energy into the scrub I hit. Focus power test is 79 (59+20 for psy rating) opposed WP. One additional 1d10 for each DoS not reduced by armor or toughness. TN of attack is 64 e: fear (1) on all enemies from me, fear (2) for those I'm in melee with. pre:Name: Quintus Past: Servant of the Librarium WS:54=30+16+3+5 BS:41=30+11 S:45=30+15 T:45=30+15 Ag:41=30+11 Int:62=30+17+5+5+5 Per:45=30+10+5 Wp:59=30+19+5+5 Fel:38=30+8 Wounds: 19 Fate: 3 Corruption: Insanity: Skills: Awareness Ciphers (chapter runes) Climb Dodge Common Lore (adeptus astartes, Imperium, war) Concealment Drive (ground Vehicle) Intimidte Literacy Navigation (surface) Silent move Speak language (low & high gothic) Tactics (Orbital drop proceedures) Tracking Forbidden Lore (Traitor legions, xenos,archeotech +20) Scholastic lore (Bureaucracy, Codex astartes,Archaic +20, Legend +20) Psyniscience +10 Invocation +10 Talents: Ambidextrous Astartes weapon training Buldging biceps Killing strike Nerves of steel quick draw Resistance (psychic powers) unarmed master Counter-attack Deathwatch Training True Grit Foresight Heightened senses (sight, hearing) Psy rating 4 Traits: Foreknowledge solo mode Unnatural str x2 Unnatural Toughness x2 Equipment: Power Armor -Mark 6 corvus -History 1: Terror Be thy Friend (fear 1 in melee) -History 2: Blood of the enemy (fear 1) bolt pistol 3 frags 3kraks combat knife repair cement Libarium txts (SL archaic) Bolter w/fire selector Force Sword Psyker powers: Iron Arm Smite Inspire Truth seeker Force dome Advances: 20,700/21,000 Starting 12000 No quarter given Deed 500 Invocation 400 Truth seeker 1000 SL archaic 100 SL legend 100 FL archeotech 100 SL archaic +10 200 SL legend +10 200 FL archeotech 200 Foresight 400 WS simple 200 Int simple 200 Will simple 200 Will inter 500 Per simple 200 Int Inter 500 force dome 1500 Psy rating 4 500 Invocation +10 400 Psyniscience +10 400 SL legend +20 300 SL arcaic +20 300 FL Archeotech +20 300 Werix fucked around with this message at 06:27 on Feb 11, 2015 |
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Elanaque The banquet was beyond dull, even when put alongside the regular tedious human efforts, It seemed as though the tau had studied the concept of mealtime enjoyment but while following the procedure, had arrived at entirely the wrong destination - probably as a result of the lack of imagination so common to lesser races. Someone was going to tire of the circuitous negotiations, and it was either going to be the marine or the noble. She could see the ork was being slowly infurated by the grey skinned diplomats, but displayed reserves of self control atypical to his species. She made noncommital noises and nodded at the appropriate points as the water caste that had cornered her droned on. Lord de Balzac seemed to become irritated when the dessert refreshments were brought out, claiming that the wrong sickly goop had been served (how could he even tell the difference?). Over the dull Tau's shoulder she watched Balzac glare as L'Oreal approched him, then knock back his drink. The body language was unmistakable. By the time the bolt pistol cleared its sheath, Ela had her hands on the pommels of her blades. As the shot rang out she ran through the stunned tau diplomat in front of her. He was even dull when he died, no resistance at all. The guards were quick, already pointing their powerful guns at the noble as he yelled victoriously. The safest place was amongst them, they lacked the artistic flair for melee combat. She dodged past the charging Astartes and over a side table, sliding in to the armoured tau before he could bring up his long rifle. Dashing to the next guard, she responded to the bellowing ork, "they let you bring that gun in then started shooting, do you need any more permission?" Going to charge and stab the closest armed tau, then assassin strike in to the biggest group of them. Maybe double team Quintus if he's nearby. Ablative tau are the best form of defense against pulse rifles. code:code:Incy fucked around with this message at 21:08 on Feb 11, 2015 |
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 Ork food certainly was a new experience..... Eadian had been quite enjoying himself frankly. It had been a long time since he had been planet side, let alone on such a nice place. He had no experience with the Tau in his time with the Navy or otherwise, but they did seem to know how to throw a party. He had even been brave enough to cut a small piece of the ork food that appeared to still be bleeding....and was that an eye? He sipped his drink considering the wisdom of his decisions, thinking about what this artifact must be. The Lord Balzac wouldn't shut up on the way here, his ego insufferable. He took a moment to listen in to the conversation between the Orc and the Tau, and watched the Astartes look mainly annoyed by the entire affair. When the lord shot the Commander in the face however, he had jumped behind the table and drew his Hellpistol and took aim at the Tau that Exlorator had pointed out, and took a shot at him. He chuckled briefly at Wrathbeards comment I've never known an orc to be so concerned about the niceties of the law, but we will be certain to inform the Arbites that you were in the right. Frankly, Eadian thought he wouldn't really mind if the 'good lord' didn't make it out of this alive. It was his fault they were in this mess anyway. lets do it, I'm down with shooting bad nobility. Also I have not ever done play by post before so let me know if i need more info, or anything else in the combat block that would be prudent code:code:AcidRonin fucked around with this message at 17:03 on Feb 11, 2015 |
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Gonna make this easy for you guys, just go ahead and post your full sheets with your first post, if you haven't already. If you wanna prebuild a combat block by all means! But post your full sheet too. e: Initiative as follows: D'Jasper 7 M4X 8 Murdah 5 Quintus 5 Elana 16 Eadian 15 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774621/ Rolls applied straight down the line to your Agi Bonus. Tau A 7 Tau B 12 Tau C 8 Tau X 9 Tau Y 10 Tau Z 4 Tau 1 3 Tau 2 6 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774637/ Post up soonish. John Dyne fucked around with this message at 17:14 on Feb 11, 2015 |
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As the Tau begin opening fire, Elena realizes how precarious her position is out in the open. Naturally, as an Eldar, her reaction time is inhuman, and she quickly rolls out of the way of incoming fire, drawing her blade and lunging forward, burying the blade to the hilt in a tau's stomach. Taking a step back, she twirls, lashing her foot out and kicking him in the side of the head, causing him to stumble and turn; she uses the imbalance to launch herself over the tau, grabbing her blade and standing ready amongst the Fire Warriors. Eadrin sticks his head out from behind cover, his hellpistol drawn; he levels it and fires twice, both blasts catching another fire warrior square in the chest. The first hit sears through the alien's armored breastplate, and the second strikes square in the same spot, staggering the tau and making him drop his rifle in shock. He doubles over, grasping his chest and making strangled noises of pain. The two soldiers nearest the stunned tau step forward as one, firing a salvo of shots at the crew behind the table. Most of the shots sail over the top of the makeshift cover, while others punch deep holes in the ancient, reinforced wood. M4X, meanwhile, keeps a level head as he helps Balzac make his internal organs internal once more, deftly suturing and applying a layer of synthskin over the massive wound. As he does, he lifts his head to take stock of the battlefield, his shoulder mounted las weapon popping up with his ballistic mechandrite. He quickly eyes in on a few tau and thinks the simple command, looking back down to his patient. The two pistols hum menacingly and then open fire, rapidly discharging a great deal of energy. One bolt in particular punches clean through the breastplate of one of the warriors, the residual energy rippling and setting fire to his ammunition. Two others are knocked clean off their feet by the force of the bolts, knocked out by the wind being forced from their lungs; as they fall, one of them bursts into flames. Combat pauses for a moment, as all eyes turn to the standing tau who crackles ominously with flame; he looks down as he sees his pulse clip heating up, and he looks up with a sad, horror filled face. "Meep." The ammo explodes violently, and unmercifully all but one tau hit the ground in time to avoid the blast; the only one who is hit is the one stunned by the seneschal, and he is thrown back several feet before impacting with the wall, slumping into unconsciousness. D'Jasper, finally getting in close to Balzac, simply draws his gun and shoots the idiot noble out of spite; fortunately, Balzac only feels the round clip his leg, and he gives the trader a weird look. "Careful with your fumbling there, Probincrux! Blast it all, shoot the bloody xenos! Oh, jolly good, the Astartes is closing in!" Quintus, meanwhile, saunters smugly into combat, bringing his crackling force blade around in a powerful slash. The wiry tau that had just been climbing to his feet is cleaved neatly in two, and for a moment his ammunition crackles ominously; Quintus, however, snuffs the flame with his mental powers, before turning his attention to the remaining tau. Still quite a few of them remained, and two of them opened fire on the marine and the elder. Elana, for her sake, is able to deftly weave her body through the oncoming fire, approaching her attacker; Quintus, meanwhile, merely deflects the pulse blasts with a psychically sheathed hand. Still, six more of the aliens were readying their rifles, and even the marine was uncertain how he'd handle so many of the piercing blasts. At least, until a resounding WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH filled the room as the ork mekboy, Murdah, clambers onto the makeshift cover. His snazzgun hangs in his hands, and his eyes gleam with the prospect of dakka, and by Gork and Mork, he delivers the dakka. As the gun begins to rattle and roar as both barrels spit hot lead, Quintus and Elana hit the floor, covering their heads; the mekboy finds his aim hard to maintain and he begins sweeping the gun from side to side and in odd patterns, filling the air with slugs. The tau are wholly unprepared for such a stupid and base display of raw firepower with no notion of accuracy or tactics, and as such they are caught flatfooted; those left standing stagger back as their bodies are riddled with metal slugs, their bodies jerking as slugs strike their armor or rip through it. After a moment, the snazzgun stops firing, clicking as the barrel glows orange and smokes. There is a moment of silence as the tau continue standing, before crumbling to the ground; all but three tau are dead, and one of them is now fully on fire and likely to die from the flames in short order. Balzac slowly peers over the edge of the table, surveying the carnage. He barks laughter and stands, holding his stomach and wincing. "Ha! Exactly as planned! We have some left alive we can interrogate! Perfect, perfect!" He smiles, placing his hands on his hips and looking far too proud for a man who was just gutshot. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774660/ Elana HITS, 10 damage, and flips her poo poo 10 - (6 AB - 5AP) - 3 TB = 6 damage, Tau B at 6 wounds http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774661/ Eadian MISSES http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774662/ Fate point reroll, hit! 11 and 8 damage 11 - (7 - 6) - 3 = 8 damage 8 - (7-6) - 3 = 5 damage, CRIT TIME http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774690/ Tau Y is stunned http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774673/ Tau B and Tau X MISS http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774682/ M4X succeeds on Medicae and patches up Belzar to full health, while his gun arms shoot over the cover. 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D'Jasper Probincrux III D'jasper drops his boltgun to hang from its sling and powers up his las gauntlets. "Sorry about this, old chap, but I just cant trust a person who disregards profits because of etiquette. D'jasper says, as he unloads on the unsuspecting Lord Balzac. Re-Editing post to actually shoot the man in the back anyways, since Dyne said he already rolled for damage and all. Sormus fucked around with this message at 16:18 on Feb 12, 2015 |
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Quintus Quintus stands, dusting himself off and making his way over to one of the Tau still left alive that is not on fire, his power armor causing a slight vibration in the flooring as he moves. He stands over the Tau, kicking away any nearby weapons. "I don't even know if you can understand me Xenos, so I'll be nice and slow; if one of them says they want to ask you a question, you live, if not," he flicks the force sword in one hand while unholstering his bolt pistol with the other, "which way would you like your end?"
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Energy crits! I didn't even get to use the plasma rifle. Also, do we really need to kill this guy before we get paid? I just saved him from certain, slow bleedout, and it'd be easy to put him back into one. We can space him after we get paid, maybe get him to sign over his ship or something. Hell, we have an ork, he can force the guy to anything. M4X Kicking the table aside and stomping towards the wounded xenos, the hulking explorator only has one thing one his mind. "Where is the artifact? You will tell me or I will vivisect you. His surgical suite is whirring very disconcertingly, and his weapon systems rack and reload. "Speak, and you will live. Stay silent, and I will extract the information while you die a most agonizing death."
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D'Jasper Probincrux III I was thinking it along like this: We're on a Tau world and he just decided to shoot a high ranking noble. Either we try to patch up things with the Tau or we start running, both of which are easier when the main target is not with us Sormus fucked around with this message at 16:10 on Feb 12, 2015 |
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Elanaque The eldar throws herself on the ground as the tau she is running at explodes under the barrage of crude firepower. As her hearing came back after the deafening roar, Elana grabbed one of the heavy table coverings and tried to extinguish the fire caused by the energy blasts. "Jasper, it seems poor business sense to shoot the client," she pondered for a moment before continuing, "and I'm fairly certain that killing the individual you're meant to be a bodyguard of is a breach of etiquette." "So we're still after the artefact? Anyone know what, and where, it is? Balzac, how about you?" Going to put out the tau before anything else decides being on fire is the hip thing to be doing. Ag check? Also are there still other tau in the room? If so Ela will herd them in to a corner.
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Murdah Wrathbeard "Right, far be it for me to tell ya yer buziness, but I think you's going about dis all wrong. First off," he grabs a large water jug, the tiny foam cups having been scattered by the firefight and rips the top off of it, dumping it all over the burning, screaming Tau, "Dok, c'mere and fix up dis here greyskin. An as fer this ovva one 'ere, wot do you think he's gonna tell ya? Even if we did find out where dis fing is, dey'd 'splode it as soon as we got anywhere near it. Nah, here's what we do. Little greyskin, gets on dat talky-box in yer helmet and call ya boss and get'm down 'ere. Likes is yoz already did dat, but do it again and tell him it is gonna go like dis: You bring us dis piece of 'oomie kit wot dis lot is so keen on. In exchange we'z gonna give ya da bits and grog what we brought ta trade in da first place. Once dat is done, our mission is complete. O' course, the mission said we'z bringing some /thing/ back, didn't mention bringing /somebody/ back. So'z once our trade is complete, we'll leave dis smashed up 'oomie boss for ya to krump at yer leishah fer ruining dis here dinnah party. We part ways having engaged in good, honest commerce and all of us da bettah for it. Sound good ya? Might even say iz da Greatah Good. Yoz tell yer boss dat, too." Going to use Command to tell this Tau to tell the other Tau to bring us what we want. Since I'm an Ork, I can use Intimidate instead of command. Strength 72 + 20 + 10 = TN102
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Although he never thought he would say it, Eadian Agreed with the greenskin. Wrathbeard and D’Jasper have a point Elanaque. We have a way’s to go before we are back to the ship, and even after that we have to somehow get into orbit. This seems unlikely if we appear to be harboring a wanted murderer. It might be easier if we give him up to the Tau for whatever the appropriate punishment is. Might even win us some points with the local authorities of the Tech Priest can patch those wounds up? hopefully were not ruining Dynes plan before the first page is used up, but it seems like at this point we have to do SOMETHING with Ballzac or its unlikely the tau would just let us leave with the artifact/at all. I can try to talk us out of it but giving them the lord seems like a good COA
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"Hm? What was that, chappy? I di-" Before Balzac can turn, a radiant blast of energy comes from the outstretched fists of D'Jasper, cutting him off mid-sentence. For five seconds, D'Jasper holds the firing triggers in his palm down, releasing a constant stream of raw power; he stops only when his bracers begin to overheat. He curses softly as he shakes his wrists, trying to cool the bracers. Balzac continues standing for a moment, his hands on his hips and only a thin wisp of smoke rising from his shoulders where his neck and head would be; a smell of cooking flesh fills the air, with the flesh and blouse still crackling and beginning to catch aflame, and then the body simply keels forward, crumpling to the ground. The ceiling and wall beyond were the man once stood are now scorched, with lighter scorching making a perfect silhouette of the now dead noble's head. On the floor, one of the unconscious tau crackles sympathetically with the deceased noble, at least until Murdah dumps cold water on him to put him out. M4X, Quintus, and Murdah gather up the limp rag-doll soldiers, and try to discern the best way to interrogate the unconscious. Murdah, being an ork, knows the best way to get a git's attention, and cracks one of the tau across the face with the back of his hand. The soldier slowly comes to with a start and takes a moment to realize he is being held up by an ork, and immediately starts to panic. "Meep meep! MEEEEP! MEEEEEEEEP!" The last meep is half sobbing, and it only takes another soothing backhand to calm the creature down. The tau, whose name is Ch'ad, spills what little he knows of the purported artifact. It is still being held in a research base not too far from the dining hall, with minimal security; he has never seen it himself, but the higher ups believe that since it is ancient technology, the Imperials would gladly trade anything for it, and had ignored his advisor on the possibility that, instead, the Imperium would destroy the colony for it. So far, this has been only the fourth attack on the colony in an attempt to claim the artifact. He practically begs to not die, offering to join the crew and train them in the ways of the fire warrior, so long as his buddies T'odd and Ro'ss, the two currently being held by Quintus and M4X, join as well. He speaks of the fraternity he shares with the two soldiers, sniffling in spite of having no obvious nose.
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Elanaque "Well, that's settled then. Still, nice gauntlets." The eldar slips out a thin cloak from a pouch and unfolds it as the tau blubs. "Keep going, how do we get there? Where are the guard posts, and the emergency procedures? Are there any other more unusual security measures?" Gonna try to get a feel for the layout of the place, then scout ahead to get a feel of how heavy the resistance will be before meeting back with the group. Concealment of 69? Also voting we leave these losers here, neither Ch'ad, Ro'ss and To'dd have shot their boss.
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M4X "Excellent choice, xeno. You get to keep your limbs." M4X turns to the captain. "It is clear we require further intelligence. I will attempt to locate an uplink to the local noospheric network. If not, we can simply march forth and take what is the Omnissiah's. Gonna do hacky techpriest stuff to get the direction and layout of the facility we're gonna hit, if we don;t make a deal for the stuff. Tech-use is 100 before gear.
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Edit: on second thought I'm not going to phonepostthis. Il get it when i get home
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Quintus Quintus racks the slide on his bolt pistol and calmly places the barrel on the back of T'odd's head. He turns to address D'Jasper, his voice modulated by his beakie helmet, "is it your intention to work with this Xenos? The question is very important in determining how I proceed."
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Well that settles our blue blood problem for the moment at least. M4X, I don’t much like the idea of having to march in and do anything, we are on a world heavily populated by Xenos and for the moment, we aren’t really sure of our standing. We may be able to work something out with….whatever passes for the local government amongst this lot. Oh and Quintus, may I suggest against any further shooting for the moment? I know your quite keen on it, but it might be in our best interest to hold for a moment and be prepared to figure a non-violent way out of this. Let’s see if our former lord had any information about the artifact…. Gonna search Balzachs body for anything he might have on him regarding the artifact; also are their guards coming or anything? Presumably this would have caused quite the commotion, and if nobody important is alive to tell them we shot the offender, then probincrux just kamayahameha’d this dude in the face for no reason AcidRonin fucked around with this message at 22:50 on Feb 14, 2015 |
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D'Jasper Probincrux III D'jasper hums and haws for a moment, chewing on the Space Marines. Eadian raised good points and while the tactical mind of the Mechanicus and Pointy-eared-xeno were also welcome, he was hoping it wouldn't come to that. "People, I suggest we at least WAIT to see if the Tau Empire representatives are actively hostile towards us. I'm hoping we'd gain some good-will by letting these ones live, so that they can testify we only acted in self-defense AND we did not agree with Lord Balzac's actions either. he muses. "Hay, Xaynoos, do you have a commlink or something you can use to patch us in with whoever is next to.. whoever the person Honore shot in your chain of command? Do you understand? PARLEYY VOU GOTHIC? he asks the Xeno
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Wrathbeard He listens to the Greyskin and nods slowly. Then he starts humming a little tune and collecting the fallen soldier's pulse rifles, grenades and so forth. After all, it wasn't a fight if there wasn't lootin' involved. His mind worked slowly, mentally picking apart the weapons and figuring out how they might be improved. They might make a mean blasta or maybe even a zzapy gun with a bit of tweaking, but that wasn't very satisfying in the end. After all, he had his snazzgun. He could keep adding to it. You could never have enough dakka, after all. But diminishing marginal returns and so forth. "Right, well dat was me good deed for da day. I'z gonna go take a look around. See if der's anything dat they've left "lightly guarded." I've always wanted one of dose greyskin shooty-suits, wot fly about with all da zappy guns an such. Or maybe one of those hovah tanks. Dat'd be some good lootin, dat." Murdah is going to go score some loot from these guys. See if some high ranking fire caste "left" his battlesuit laying around, or maybe if there are some vehicles nearby that can be improved.
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Eadian Hey, Who is in charge now, we don't want to harm anyone else, we just want what we came here for I have Trade : Linguist can I try to communicate with the tau? I thought they understood us?
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Yes, they speak Gothic (The language humans speak).
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The terrified Ch'ad meeps frantically; while he understands Gothic just fine, he certainly can't speak it, and only speaks in the dulcet meeping of the Tau language, which is translated with a half-second delay by a translation device. The resulting effect is fairly annoying, but effective. He and the others go on to inform the crew that they were, in fact, the only guards assigned to the delegation, because absolutely no one had expected the diplomat to turn out to be batshit insane and looking for any possible reason to start shooting aliens, in spite of decades of interaction with the Imperium. He and his brothers were the only Fire Caste sent to the resort; it was all supposed to be a smooth transaction, but the research facility is manned primarily by Earth caste, with a small Battlesuit detachment. The three tau would be more than willing to vouch for the trader and his crew's role in the slaughter, if only to avoid having to deal with the ork or marine in melee. Murdah, with an armload of pulse rifles, steps out into the hallway beyond the banquet hall, and finds the tau's words to be true; he in fact stands in an expansive hallway that leads to the lobby of a fairly fancy hotel, where a water caste receptionist is currently peering out from behind the counter with a look of reluctance and fear. Seated not twenty feet away is an Imperial noble laden with platinum and gold cybernetics, who sniffs in derision at the sight of the ork before sipping his drink. "Bloody tourists. They need to stop giving away free trips to this resort." Next to him, an incredibly bored looking woman leans her head back against her chair and murmurs a non-committal agreement, her eyes covered with a handkerchief. There is, of course, another buffet table, ready to be ransacked, but no sign of any kind of security. He spies what appears to be a janitorial work room, as a tau maintenance drone hovers out. Following his weird orkish counterpart, M4X finds a computer access point designed by the tau near the reception area, and wastes no time in simply breaking its spirit to his bidding. He quickly finds the information he needs, and finds it coincides with the information the three survivors had given him; the facility itself was but a few miles out from the resort, and located underground, a fact they had either neglected to mention or had escaped their minds due to the sheer terror of imminent death. He finds the facility only goes down about two sublevels, and he notices a heavily encrypted file regarding an object on the second sublevel. In spite of his best attempts, he is unable to crack the encryption, but he at the very least figures it must be the object they're after. Taking a look at the facility roster, he finds that there is really only a small handful of living tau manning the facility; the rest is more of a ledger of the active drones on base, and a detachment list of six fire caste and two battlesuits. When he pulls his MIU from the terminal, the alien machine spirit within screeches out in indignation and pain, and the screen cracks with a weak pop; the receptionist sinks further behind his desk, trying his best to simply disappear. A moment later, the same drone that Murdah had witnessed arrives to the scene, and with a low, sorrowful bloop begins working on the terminal to repair it. Murdah finds approximately 8 pulse rifles and a few pulse pistols and grenades, which I assume, as an ork, he has no intention of sharing.
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D'Jasper Probincrux III D'Jasper strokes his chin while trying to make heads or tails of the Tau's rambling. "So we need to go to this Fa'ce'le'tey and we'll find someone who can continue these negotiations because the previous diplomat had that unfortunate accident... his voice trails off when he sees the receptionist lurking behind the counter. He waddles to the disk and starts ringing the service bell until the receptionist makes eye contact. "HELLO. I AM A WEALTHY BUSINESS MAN AND NEED A TRANSPORT, A TAXI OR ONE OF THEM RICKSHAWS YOU HAVE IN THESE EXOTIC COUNTRIES." he booms. "IT ALSO APPEARS THAT THE CONFERENCE ROOM IS IN DIRE NEED OF CLEANING. ALSO THERE IS FEW FOIRE COAST(?) WARRIORS BLEEDING ALL OVER THE PLACE, COULD YOU KINDLY DO SOMETHING ABOUT THAT? Sormus fucked around with this message at 14:22 on Feb 19, 2015 |
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Dino As the party wait at the reception a side door opens and in strolls a large older gentleman wearing swimming trunks, his stomach displaying a tattoo that reads DINO in high gothic script. His fine bionic legs carry him across the room as he looks at the assembled group. "Ah! So that explains the shooting, these little buggers never let the guns off normally." He scratches behind an ear and looks at D'Jasper, "Interesting little band you've got here, reminds me of my younger days. Any interest in an old man tagging along?"
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M4X Returning to the captain, M4X relays the good news."I have the location, layout, and disposition of the Xeno base. Should negotiations fail, a surgical strike at the creatures' heavy armor would allow us to easily overcome the remaining personnel, who are few in number. He pauses, looking at the receptionist being badgered. "It would be wise to give this man whatever will cause him to quit your presence as soon as possible." He then turns to the Ork "technician." "How quickly can you dismantle an unoccupied, unfamiliar heavy robotic combat frame? Further, how quickly can you dismantle an occupied one?" Do I know where any nearby transportation is from the map I downloaded? If so can I make it sit up and beg?
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wiegieman posted:"How quickly can you dismantle an unoccupied, unfamiliar heavy robotic combat frame?" ~Meanwhile, in Wrathbeard's mind, a vision appears. A vision of an Ork, an ork in some flash armor... Armor that he could make. But he could only see a glimpse of it, from behind...  ...Well that only made sense. After all, this was obviously a vision of the future. That meant that he was in the past, so of course he'd be looking at himself in the future from behind. The past is always behind the future, but regardless, that was some flash armor, and Murdah Wrathbeard needed it and by the gods he needed it right now.~ While in the real world, the ork Mek seems to look off into the distance while M4X talks, and takes several seconds after the question is finished before Murdah finally responds. "'Sorry, wot? Oh, 'ow fast can I get to krumpin one of them flash greyskin dreadz? Do you know where one iz? If you knowz where one iz den you'd best be tellin me, cuz I've gotz lootin ta do." The ork is visibly excited and seems ready to run to the nearest location of a Tau battlesuit.
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Quintus Quintus smiles at M4X, "and how about a non-surgical strike? Say if you had, and I'm just talking in hypotheticals here, an astartes Librarian capable of making a force dome? A force dome that would absorb the cowardly xenos' ranged shots while closing distance, allowing the librarian to laugh manically until he closed distance with the battle suits and channeled the full extent of his psychic might into them?"
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D'Jasper Probincrux III D'jasper turns to face the new arrival and guffaws. He leans against the receptionist's desk which lets out an unpleasant creak. He appraises Dino's appearance to try to help him figure out what kind of a man he is. Clearly he is wealthy because he has huge gut and waterproof cybernetics. Someone they could use perhaps. "What? Yes. Sure, I have to warn you that we are about to go meet with another of theses.. he speaks loudly while gesturing towards the receptionist "..people to continue with the trade negotiations that broke down." Another gesture towards the open doors to the battle-scarred conference hall "Rather bloodily, I might add." D'Jasper gets distracted by the rest of the crews little chat. He just yells at them across the hall "Guys, Whats this about shooting more natives? We just drive over there and explain we would like to continue the trade. These blue men have more riding on this trade negotiations than you believe."
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Dino Dino's face lights up and he turns and heads down the corridor, "Give me a few minutes to gather my things and we'll get right on with it!" he disappears round a corner, reappearing soon after. Standing before them now in Imperial Guard battledress he salutes and hefts a kit bag over his shoulder, a large grenade launcher hanging to his side. "Oh, bollocks, almost forgot it!" He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a rosette, pinning it to his chest in place of a regimental badge. Lord Inquisitor Jeffery "Dino" Mansular of the Order Xenos Dino walks to the reception desk and talks quickly to the receptionist in the Tau tongue, handing over some of the local currency and nods to her, then turns to the group. "The Tau may be misguided but they recognise a good bit of a symbol let me tell you. Now then, trade negotiations?"
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D'Jasper Probincrux III While Dino was changing D'Jasper had taken the liberty of browsing plates abandoned by the worried tourists in the Restaurant. He was just pouring copious amounts of barbeque sauce and ketchup on a plate of exquisite prime rib with seasonal vegetables when Dino had returned. He tosses the condiment bottles onto the floor, grabs one of the steaks with his hand and brings it to his mouth. His expectant smile turned into frown and he tosses the whole plate to the floor. "Bah, goddamn natives can't make a good hamburger even if their life depended on it." he mutters while wiping his hands on the front of his shirt. After noticing Dino he squints at the rosette "Inquisitor? That probably means you're paid to ask questions? No matter. Basically the Savages found "A shiny rock" or some stuff, didn't really listen and want to trade it for Imperial luxuries like seeds and fabrics, that kind of stuff. The natives clearly were impressed by our clothes and want to imitate, but lack the industry to produce, bless their multiple hearts"
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Dino "Ah, I made the same mistake too. Get a bit from every fourth plate, that's the trick. It never tastes like good Grox but it's never too bad." He waves dismissively at the mention of his title, "When I was younger sure, but the older you get the less you give a poo poo. Any diplomat with you or you running this one solo?"
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D'Jasper Probincrux III "Diplomat? Yes. Its the one without head in the conference room. The one with Imperial pants and boots."
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Dino "He must have pissed them off a fair bit, it takes a lot to get this lot shooting at Imperials" Dino spreads his arms and gestures to the folk in the lobby before winking at D'Jasper, "Too much killing is bad for business after all" edit: Put my sheet over on pastebin to save filling the page with it Jeffery "Dino" Mansular Sledra fucked around with this message at 11:14 on Feb 22, 2015 |
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Eadian Maybe I can speak with someone? At the very least see if we can avoid having to get our astartes friend to cut down every Xenos on the planet?
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Quintus Quintus looks down at the newly arrived Inquisitor with apprehension and disdain, luckily hidden behind his Beakie helmet. Inquisitors were bad for business when your business was apropriating the relics of other chapters in less than legitimate ways for your own chapter. "Inquisitor," he says cooly, "I hope you do not mind consorting with Xenos, as it appears this lot does not." Quintus remembers the time he served with the Deathwatch; managed to assemble a full suit of power armor from pieces taken from the Watch Station armory over the course of six months. Was able to claim that it was bestowed as a gift to the Blood Ravens by the Deathwatch for valiant service, gave himself a good laugh when he entered that one into the Chapter "archives." He then turns to Eadian, "You say that as if it was a bad thing. This planet could use a good scouring of xenos filth."
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