Good news crew, Battlegroup Vympel has manged to clear some of those planetary guns. We've managed to return the Penance into orbit and we'll give you air support as soon as we're able, on the meantime I've sent some resupply transports to land over the outskirts of Watcher's Point as our sensors detected a massive heretic force approaching. Rearm yourselves troopers, you should be able to see the transports landing by now.
Be safe. The Emperor Protects.
>stumbles out of mechanicus tent
These eyes aren't even in 1080p! I demand nothing less than 4k!
I had a horrible dream where I shitposted all week without realizing that I left my name on.
>the Iron Warriors are in position in the shadows, still concealed
>Amalek whispers on the vox link
Hold fast... await my mark to attack...
>Brother Haravsk rolls his eyes with impatience
Shitposting is never ok, certainly, but shitposting while namefagging is an atrocious crime
>pops out from a pile of liquor bottles
>points a banana like a gun
ENEMY CHARGING ON THE LEFT FLANK! GET THE AUTOCANNONS!
>Bloody hell sir, calm down! Y'er in the mess hall.
Right. Im going out for projectile vomit practice.
If you leave for no fucking reason my field of view, Necron, well one I would know where you are anyway, cause psyker, y'know, and two, there WILL be plasma rounds in your future.
>Talking on a Vox communicator
"Okay yeah, Yeah that's who, No it can't wait. This place is perfect....They'll be fine. I can't walk without tripping over a guardsman so they'll be safe. Yes I'll take full responsibility."
>an Amelia's projection appears right in front of Amalek, flickering and ghostly, but surprisingly realistic
... I believe we have not been introduced to each other.
I have had enough of ND this week already, mh
ah, do tell me. What could the problem be with a Necron spy that keeps trying to pass itself as a Vindicare? It is awful enough that I am not allowed to fill his head with rounds just for being there, I won't let him go around pretending everything is ok!
>Amalek turns his head, and growls, speaks in a sibilant whisper
Now is a very bad time for such pleasantries, child! Go ask your Word Bearers master if you want to know about us!
Certainly! Else I would have attacked at once. Still need to shake off my morning crustiness, clear the cobwebs.
Alright you two. Relax.
Let's see, first answer to the Necron. No. This is how we treat spies that hide their real motives to come with us.
And now Anna, calm down a second. I agree he needs a watch over him but he's still an ally... if you've got any problem with allying with Necrons you should speak to Verasii about that, no point on wasting ammo on friendly fire.
AND SOMEONE CLEAN UP THAT MESS!
>tilts her head to the side
No. No, in fact, I think I won't. I think I will keep asking you why are you on my planet without even asking, that's hardly proper manners.
Did I mention that this is my planet, filled with my troops, which I am glad to say are way more numerous than yours by a... considerable?... margin?
I told you this was a waste of time, Child we should of just crushed them when they were landing, why is Virmanthras allowed such freedoms when managing "visitors" I will never understand.
>A void capable pleasure Cruiser enter's the sector
>A extremely camp voice broadcasts on most vox freqs.
"Helllllloooo everyone, the star's are here! All paperazi are informed to keep at least 10m away from the artists at all time or suffer a super nasty death! aha!"
>With that being said two yachts exit the ships hanger bay and make their way down to the Watcher's point.
Alright you two just... stop trying to gouge eachother's eyes out, we'll have two Stormtroopers assigned to him, they'll task will be to both protect and watch over Eta... is this even your real name?
Well you CLEARLY were way too HASTY with your little science project then, other than fucking unable to conceive anything that a silly name that sounds like an INANE PRAETORIAN JOKE
>Alice pulls on the usual headset and informs the pilot to take the craft up gently, which it does, before heading for the Penance.
LIX, comm the Penance with your Requisition order then go check on the puppy when we land? We won't be staying long.
R-roger. I'll get my spare bodysuit ready and let the other for the mechanicus to take care of...
>Whispering whilst stablishing communication with the penance:
I think Lira is a good name for the puppy...
Suffice to say that our business does not involve you. It is nothing more than a simple matter of vengeance. As soon it is finished we shall be away from *your* world, mistress.
>The major is reading some dataslate with a group of Vympel stormies
So you have the VDV regiments on standby?
"Da sire. They are ready to drop at a moment's notice"
>The tallest Vympel stormie, from regiment GRU, Sergei, easily towering the major informs.
"We have nearly completed our initial mission"
>A shorter Stormie from The Zastava regiment informs. Obivously a woman.
>Another stormtrooper, from the Grozny regiment, carrying a rocket launcher nods.
So everything is of ready for to repel the chaos horde? Excellent. Vitoly, Natalia, Sergei, Pyotr. You will be my personal retinue for the duration of this campaign. But after this you may be assigned to accompany a friend of mine.
>The stormtroopers salute
>They speak up in unison
"Da Tovarisch Major Dragovich!"
I believe it does, no, I think it does, in fact. I think I have the upper hand in here, don't you? And I am the only one who can reliably take on the imperial guard. But...
I would no be against cooperation, for once.
>OBJ has put on a beret to complement his blood thirster loin cloth.
>He stands as the two yachts land
>Cameramen, sound engineers, extras and make up artists pour out of one.
>Intergalactic acting super stars outlandish Stevie Labeouf, the plain Kristen Staward and 4ft 9 Tommy Cruiser step out of the other. Tommy Cruiser requires a footstool to get down.
Aye, although you'll be wearing a flight suit over it lass, so leave the mask aye? Oh....better lose the 'tail too.
Heading up to the Penance to get ourselves a smaller Transport.
Err....I'll need to get you a flightsuit as well. Wait with the Thunderhawk and grab some recaf.
>takes a step back, not sure if being more shocked or angry
>eventually draws a las pistol
>aims and fire a shot right before Eta's feet
Your pathetic kind have been like, how many years you say? To do ANYTHING you wanted, and could not even think of a better name for their kinds! HILARIOUS!
And anyway, cross the point I shot and I swear the techpriests will thank me for getting them a new pile of rubble to play with!
>Wakes up from surgery and tries to get up, but is held fast.
"Hol' up there pard'ner." The Techpriest has a drawling accent. "Ah know you got that auto-sanguine, but y'all still gotta wait for it all ta heal. Don't wantcha breaking all mah hard work, y'hear?"
"Shit. Look, there's a Commisar's hat in my Tent, won it on Gospyria. Give it to Anna, tell her she's in charge of the Regiment until I'm up and walking again. Tell her I said to do something about those goddamn Ack-acks, and otherwise follow her battle plan."
"Ah reckon it's been dealt with. Throne Agent. The Ack-Acks ah mean. Ah'll let Anna know she's in charge till yerself is up and movin again. And lemme tell ya something, boy. You'll be movin' like you aint ne'er moved before."
was already on my radar. Also, posting shitty gonzo-style sketches as artfag stuff. Will try and do refined tablet versions next week. Sorry for poor quality - no scanner
>snorts at her claim of being able to take on the Imperial Guard
Very well, O mistress of matters martial, our target is the Callidus Assassin within their ranks. My militia shall surround the group she is with and stave off the rest of the Imperial slaves while my brothers and I slaughter the rest. The Assassin must be taken, dead or alive.
Oh, I see.
An assassin is troublesome. Very troublesome indeed...
>one minute or so passes
You are going to get slaughtered anyway. Unless of course you don't beg for my help.
Mhm, I'll get it done.
>As soon as the Valkyrie lands and the ramp drops, Alice sprints out to find the Flightmaster and after a brief discussion sprints off down a corridor.
>The crew make their way over to a small forest within Watcher's point.
>OBJ takes a seat in a chair marked director.
>One of the crew yell's
"Actors out of make -up!"
>Kristen Staward and Tommy Cruiser both wearing 'tiny teenager clothes' make their way into the forest to a broken down car.
>Cameras move into position.
>A crew member walks up to each camera and slams a clacker before stating
"The Krazy Kebab Killer scene 1 - take 1"
You are disgustingly impertinent, child, but I shall humor you a moment. My brothers and I are the last of a once powerful company of Perturabo's sons. That assassin is responsible for our downfall, and because of our disgrace, we beg the aid of none. Aid us if you wish, or do not, I care not which.
>Walks over to her cuarters.
>Changes herself to her spare bodysuit and plays with the puppy for a minute or so, before acknowledging the caretaker they left has done a good job.
>On the way back drops the broken bodysuit to the Tech Priests for repairs.
>When she returns to the transport waiting for Alice it's obvious there are traces of a dog licking her mask.
"Hey thar, short stuff."
>He places a commisar hat on Anna's head
"The Throne Agent says y'all command the regiment while he's recoverin' from the surgery."
That's "swishy/depraved". for Nyzart it says "not a bad guy for an alien." Next pic is from before i joined the thread so sorry if i got detalis wrong. Anyway, i gotta take care of some stuff. Be back in an hour or so.
By all the Fires of Medrengard, how I despise such arrogant creatures... Begging on my knees indeed...
>sends a brief message to his destroyer orbiting in the debris field
>Alice comes back into the Hangar along with the Flightmaster and a Quartermaster. The trio carrying three sets of flight gear, three Grav Chutes...and one set of sick bags.
Right, you two, get this gear on and make sure it works. We'll be crewing a Vendetta, I hope you know how to hit targets LIX.
>Alice jogs up the Thunderhawk's ramp with her own gear, while her assistants place the rest next to their recipients.
Err...those three are currently in Orbit....then again Necrons....
I didn't see you embark the transport ship? Oh right I forgot you're actually a necron under that suit and probably can teleport... Anyways what's the matter now, Xen- err... Emissary?
Do you think I have been to rough with the Iron Warriors?
They feel so superior. I just wish to have a...eheheh, conversation on a peer to peer level. When they get beaten soundly by the guards they will be more reasonable, right?
Virmanthras, they can't track us here, right?
>Alice returns, dressed identical to any other Navy Pilot, including the stereotypical sunglasses.
Aye lass, Vulture is a death trap and a regular Valk' doesn't have enough punch.
Now go on, get that gear on, Thunderhawk is vacant if you want privacy.
The Iron Warriors, as most marines from the Great Crusade have a pride as big as their power armors. It's no surprise they see a human as inferior. I would not underestimate them even so, they can probably track us given the number of troops we have outside, but I doubt they'll be able to penetrate the fortress' defenses even with an orbital strike. And even if they did they'd gladly do us a favour by freeing the Daemon engines trapped beneath the ice faster.
>KS and TC both climb out of the smoking car, She is clearly much taller than him.
"What have you done to the car this time babe?"
>When TC notices how much shorter he is than KC he yells
>OBJ face palms
"Tommy.............what are doing?"
>TC scratching his head
"You know Ozy i'm feeling this something feels....wrong"
>Ozy getting irate snaps his fingers and points.
>A crewmember runs on set with a 2 foot high stepping stool.
>TC hops onto it.
"Now this....this feels right"
Rolled 4, 5, 2, 3, 3, 4, 6, 1, 4, 6, 4, 2, 4, 2, 1, 1, 5, 2, 2, 1 = 62 (20d6)
STRIKE NOW BROTHERS! SLAVES! INITIATE ATTACK MANOUVER ALPHA!
>IRON WITHIN! reply his brothers, as the militia come charging out of cover, firing as they go, moving to surround the area where the former penal regiment is
rolls for the militia firing at other npc mooks
>Nyzart's shuttle arrives back at the capital of Gospyria
>the c'tan shard's container is swiftly ushered to a larger device that can better keep it in check
Orram, would you invite Inquisitor Verasii to a meeting? I think she'd be interested in studying our new guest.
>the attacks makes maybe two casualties, but alarms the whole Watcher's point
>tries to contact Delta on vox
DELTA! We are under attack!
Fuck. You are SO BAD at this.
I said most, not all.
I've seen things Amelia, futures that can be, pasts that have never been and alternate presents that will never be. I've seen what a too great pride does to those who rule... and to those who advice.
>TFW their target is on orbit.
>Alice gestures to a vacant Vendetta and jogs over then climbs into the Pilot seat.
Get the Co-Pilot seat. I just hope Rex hurries up, else we might need to leave him up here.
Alice, LIX, Eta and Johan are in orbit, everyone else is planetside.
The four in orbit will be planetside soon. But the Vympel ship certainly won't be. And it's rather big.
Negative. Seems like some other heretics, going by the info I am getting. Mostly infantry for now, a damn good level of tech though.
>relaying orders to the troops
All the guards in the attacked areas, do not fall back and hold the fucking ground! Get the basilisks into position and laid down artillery fire!
Mhm, man one of the door guns in the rear compartment.
Forget the Lasguns! You'll have a Heavy Bolter like Eta!
>Alice pulls her helmet on and after checking that it seals, starts warming up the Gunship.
Then get in damnit!
>Is flying ahead of the main group roaring over the skies, followed by Hell Talons and Traitor Valkyries.
>The army following it seems to be dividing into multiple groups.
>The Defilers are leading specialized troops over the underground.
>The millitiamen keep moving towards Watcher's point in the outside.
>The pdf is divided between those following the defilers underground and those backing up the Millitia
>They're still out of reach from Watcher's Point, but their pressence can be noted in the distance.
>Alice closes the canopy and finishes startup and takes the group's aircraft back towards the planet at speed.
Keep those doors closed until we get closer to the ground lads! It's a long way down....
>Views the oncoming horde
Blyat. Chaos shitface is coming in force.
Inform the Frozen Wind
We're needings of fire support, prepare the retreat. We are of too close.
>The fourth stormie, from the Alpha regiment gets on his comms, giving out coordinates for orbital fire support.
>The major gets on his Vox
ATTENTION PENAL REGIMENT, VYMPEL REGIMENTS, THERE IS INBOUND ORBITAL FIRE, DANGER CLOSE! I SUGGESTINGS OF TAKING COVER!
>The millitiamen stop, prepared and in formation for when the attack order arrives, tactically far away enough to be unabled to be targetted by artillery.
>There's no way to know where the underground troops are.
>Most fliers are scouting ahead, following the Heldrake which is overseeing the chosen battleground.
>comes near, wearing a commissar hat
What is the situation after the attack of some minutes ago? The heretics seem to have stopped.
... and more are coming. Great.
>the Iron Warriors and their militia are gunning down everything they see
>militia gets mixed into Imperial units
>close quarters firefight
>Amalek calmly looks at his tracker
Damnnation! The target is aboard an incoming craft! Haravsk! Keresior! Be ready to take it down!
>on the vox in the general channel
PENAL REGIMENT YOU WILL PULLINGS BACK, THOSE THAT DISOBEY ORDER AND STAND GROUND IS HEROES, BUT WILL BE CAUGHT IN ORBITAL FIRE! IS OF YOUR CHOICE SCUM!
They are too close... Either we risk friendly casualties or prepare for a bloodbath. Either way we are of in shit load of trouble...
>on the vox
Forget your equipment! You'll get new ones!
seems that I slept in, Damn. Well time to adjust some plans slightly forward
This is the Lieutenant Jackson, requesting all troops in the area to reinforce the town of Watchers point. I am currently commanding the defense with the Penal regiment and a group of Skitarii and there's a lot of enemies incoming. Send all units and equipment to my location, NOW
>I wonder how are they reacting to the basilisks then
No friendly fire dumbass.
>eyes flash blue and gives Dmitry some coordinates
Here, fire your orbital guns in this point.
>Alice brings the Vendetta into an 'orbit' over the Battlespace and starts looking for vehicles and heavy equipment.
Call out priority targets you three, We're useless against Infantry but vehicles are in for it.
Cyka! Reports are coming in of the Furthermost armored regiments taking fire! Blyat!
This is far off from enemy? What do you expect will happen? Earthquake?
Watch out for AA and that heldrake!
Take out enemy fire support if possible, transports are of no problem!
Rolled 4, 5, 5, 4, 6, 4, 5, 5, 3, 4, 6, 3, 4, 2, 1, 5, 1, 3, 3, 6 = 79 (20d6)
Incoming artillery! Charge the Imperial scum! At least they'll kill their own when they fire!
>fiercely and fanatically
there's 300 militia, so each of my 20 D6s represents 15
Rolled 38 (1d100)
"They've got a bloody Heldrake?! You're kidding us! Very well, looking for targets....."
This may be a problem if IW's are mostly using Infantry.
Bloody hell, look at that lot! Wish we had some rocket pods...
>flips on the Auspex.
Rolling to find any worthy targets among the IW Force(Vehicles of emplaced weapons)
Rolled 90 + 15 (1d100 + 15)
Chaos forces are nearing artillery range of the base guns. Setting up interlocking lanes of fire, mines and everything else before they break through Vymple unit. Keep sending reinforcements this way.
>away from vox but it's still active
where the fuck is the rest of the command element? I'll set this up myself.
rolling for how well the defense will be
>Taps his comms on
Frozen Wind, requesting fire support, at these coordinates
>resumes to give two sets of coordinates
>one of them matching Anna's, the other one's seem way off.
What have you done to piss off the dice gods?
I am calling for retreat. Let the orbital fire handle it.
>Fiddling with his dataslate
5 regiments of VDV is ready for droppings...
>on the vox
Oh and avoidings of orbital fire
Coordinates received, preparing salvo, be aware, danger close!
>Even though the coordinates are far away from the front lines, the big guns cause massive destruction when their munitions reach their target.
Loading salvo now, salvo inbound in 15 minutes!
Shouldn't be too hard... This defensive line is beautiful. It's something only a tactical genius could make. Now where are you? I'm one officer to stop the entire advance. Do you really want me to have all the glory? HAHAHAHA
>the arty starts firing in the background.
Here they come men. ONLY A FEW MORE MINUETS!! GET THAT EXTRA AMMO STORED AND READY!!!
Rolled 56 (1d100)
>Below Anna's coordinates a wave of defilers and specialized troops are marching over the subway system
>Debriss, falls upon them, crushing most but not all the infantry send there.
>The wounded are left behind as the defilers begin clearing the way into the battle
>5 defilers and 10 transports survived undamaged.
>Meanwhile, a single powerful roar from the heldrake signals the army of men to move forward, even if the artillery and orbital fire is cleaning the zone, there are many enough to just keep going. How many will make it to the other side, only gods know.
Rollan to see how the charge goes
Rolled 13, 14, 9 = 36 (3d20)
>the half mad but crafty human XO sees the guns are warming up
>"F-FIRE ON THAT I-I-IMPERIAL W-WARSHIP! FUCKING GIVE THEM SOMETHING ELSE TO THINK ABOUT!
No vehicles displeases me.
We're wasted here, Johan, Eta, we'll be able to do a couple of runs with the door guns then we'll need to set you down.
Bloody good show lad!
Well, if you look where secondary target is on your mind map or whatever you witches of usings, you may see that secondary fire location has specific purpose.
Da. I'm pulling back to the Frozen Wind soon. Vympel Regiments already retreatings.
There's a charge coming. Fall back to my lines there set up to destroy a inbound charge. There's no way you can stop a Helldrake alone. I might have a plan...
Rolled 20, 10, 15, 3, 3, 3, 8, 16, 1, 4, 2, 4, 6, 3, 6, 17, 13, 9, 9, 17 = 169 (20d20)
Oh look... Heretics. Prepare the starboard salvo as well, we'll fire, turn around, and ruin their day.
You better "of" using your hear a bit more, y'know? now end the job and bomb those defilers befroe they come into melee range.
... is this a challenge? I hear a challenge.
I will be surfing on that Helldrake before this evening comes.
Rolled 14, 5, 11 = 30 (3d20)
>Alice pulls up and forces the Vendetta into a series of evasive maneuvers, while trying to distance the craft from the firing point.
Hold on back there!
Damnit, we needed the Valk alive for it to crash later!
Also give me the cords of their leading elements. I got thermobaric napalm rounds loaded for fire support.
Anna, please fall back. I can't be with you if you're dead.
besides the kids need a mother
>Almost half the millitia charge was decimated by orbital fire, but they're reaching Watcher's point by now.
>The Hell Talons and the Heldrake take it ahead of them drawing fire, whilst the traitor Valkyries begin dropping troops inside the enemy trenches.
>The Heldrake breaks through an imperial church undisturbed.
>It seems happy of the destruction it's causing.
Rolled 9 (1d20)
>60 militia killed, along with Imperial troops
There! Keresior! Take flight, bring them down!
>"IRON WITHOUT! IRON WITHIN!"
>the Raptor engages his jump pack
>rolling to land on the gunship
Rolled 2 (1d20)
I swear if this dice role screws up I will be displeased
No can do Eta! Those Heretical tossers on the ground are making things difficult
>The Gunship turns into another set of maneuvers and starts climbing.
>The hell talons following the Heldrake begin taking offensive manouvers, sweeping low, close to the ground to fire against their targets.
>The heldrake on the meantime lands on top of the ruins of the church it just destroyed, looking for a prey.
Rolled 42 + 25 (1d100 + 25)
Alice. Pull those units you're engaging back to the base. We can engage them on our terms here.
>the defensive line holds fire until the enemy units drop into the false trenches.
>All at once the trenches that the traitors drop into explode from mines or planted explosives
>Mass heavy bolter, lascannon and autocannon fire starts firing apon the fliers making it hard to move
HAHAHA JUST AS PLANNED!! LAND IN THE KILL BOXES, PLEASE!!!!! AHAHAHAH
rolling for fire on fliers and Heldrake the bonus is for ambush and reasons
>jumps and activates the jump pack, landing straight on an hell talon and drawing her plasma pistol
Now let's guess which AV you have on upper facing...
>shots all over the hull
>Alice lowers the rear ramp and attempts to shake the unwanted wanker off the tail, while angling the craft away from the battle
Gee you think! Som
Please roll to avoid hitting the Raptor.
OH COME ON!
Lads, check your chutes and get ready to bail!
Rolled 13, 15, 20, 15, 1 = 64 (5d20)
>hauls himself up, claw starting to tear up the hull
>chucks the melta bomb into the engine turbine
>Havask's Khornate tendencies begin bothering him greatly, and he empties his autocannon drum at Eta
Rolls for autocannon
Magos. Prepare phase 2. Give them the go ahead. Concentrate on the Heldrake, it mist be wounded for it to work.
Allice! Fly over these coordinates. Just do it!!!
>With the Vendetta lacking any form of propulsion and weighted down by Heretics and Heretic Accessories, Alice pops the canopy and turns in her seat.
Everyone bail! She's a lost cause!
>Alice climbs down to the side of fuselage before jumping off and activating her chute close to the ground.
>Flying over the battlefield
>Spreading fire all around
>It doesn't care if friendly or foe.
>A certain unpiloted (Give the pilot's sudden unexpected defunction) Hell Talon is on a crash course towards it.
>Hasn't even noticed about it.
Rolled 99, 88 + 5 = 192 (2d100 + 5)
well forget about flying then
phase 2 deployed
>Two red thunderbolt fighters appear almost out of nowhere and line up on the Heldrake
Rolled 2 + 1 (1d2 + 1)
>Keresior grips tight to the hull
>sees the pilots eject
>figures the target is probably one of them
>jumps for one
1 he goes for LIX, 2 he goes for Alice
>The Hell Talon crashes on the beast.
>It makes it stop mid-air
>The thunderbolts are damaging it heavily...
>It hasn't even noticed Anna jumping on it.
>It begins spinning. falling down.
Goddamnit. Oh well, it was nice being alive. I guess.
>With her Grav chute already deployed and the ground racing up to meet her, Alice can do little but contemplate why a spot of the ground is darker than the rest.
>At least she's landing far away from any of the combat...
>Keresior hits the ground, legs shatter, armor cracked
>"Grrrgggh... W-warsmith... permission... to use... the Contingency
Hold a moment, not just yet...
>"Aaaargh... as you... wish... my lord..."
>notices what Anna's doing
ANNA FOR THE LOVE OF... GET DOWN FROM THERE, NOW!!! THAT'S WAY TO DANGEROUS!!!!
Move to this location there's a squad there that's heading to Alice's position. Form up with them and bring her back to me.
I've gotta go to my job soon, so I'm leaving LIX out of consciousness
>To her relief the Grav Chute's working perfectly fine.
>Sadly the meltabomb makes the transport blow up too close.
>She's hit by the debris.
>Not mortally wounded, the bodysuit's armor managed to stop most damage.
>She still looses her consciousness and propels to the ground, falling between some rocks.
>The blunt force was probably great enough to cause some major damage beneath the suit.
>bolt round hits the prone Keresior in the gut
>"AAAARRRGH! Grrrrrrr... fuck Amalek... his caution... has cost us..."
>"Warsmith, I am... using the Contingency now... your permission... be damned!"
>takes out a syringe full of a roiling liquid, injects himself
>his flesh and armor begin to buckle and shift, growing larger, wounds heal and reform horrifically
>"MAHAHAHAHA... must... must... OBLIDERATE!"
>Landing somewhat nearby and in little better shape, Alice shrugs her Chute off, revealing a fractured arm and a lot of pain.
>runs over to LIX and tries to shake her awake.
>When that fails, Alice drags LIX towards the darker splotch.
>The splotch is revealed to be a cave entrance, which Alice hesitantly drags her patient down, thankfully it's barely larger than she is.
Not the time. NOW GET OFF THAT THING!!
THUNDERBOLTS HIT IT THE ENTIRE WAY BACK!!!! BRING. IT. DOWN.
>points to a squad on nearby men
You're with me. Let's get my psyker back. Come on.
Alice. If you can hear me, I'm sending a squad to pick you up and bring you back to the defensive line. Start making your way to them or give them your exact location.
>Alice tentatively raises her right hand to rub her aching head and then tries her Vox and Auspex, with both seem to fail.
>Her headache reminds her of being near an untouchable, but surely that would be silly.
>With little else to do, Alice pulls LIX further into the cave and sets to work treating the wounds.
The implication being that the caves blocking all the means of detecting either of them. All of them, because damnit I've been trying to get to this cage for ages and bugger if Angry Angry IW's are gonna molest LIX while Mecha is at work.
Now to decide what Temp character to use....
Rolled 27, 24 = 51 (2d100)
>fires a salvo of missiles at the Heldrake before breaking off.
>runs around the corner firing rapidly, and slides next to Anna
Emperor damn you. That was way to reckless even for you.
KERESIOR YOU FOOL! YOU HAVE SHOWED OUR HAND FAR TOO EARLY!
>looks at homing tracker
Damnnation! The signal is jammed! No matter, we shall make for the last known location. Leave Keresior to deal with his troubles, he got the power he listed after!
ya, Amalek finds her and Alice when Mechanicus comes back
>Spits some fire to get ridd of the missiles.
>Is gone by now.
>Deal with the millitia left as you please.
And with this I'm off to my job. Take care of LIX, Ally-chan, don't let mean IW warriors traumatize her more plox.
I guess the tracker missiles were useless then...
Let's get you back to the defensive line so I can patch you up.
>picks her up and starts running to the squad he left then to the defensive command post.
Is Talax an alright name for you?
As for Wargear....you've already got a Havoc so I'll probably go...just a Tac Marine with the Chaos equivalent of a Stalker Bolter. Plus a BP and Chainsword of course.
>looks at her
It's Jackson... I was never a 'high born' so I didn't have a last name but I suppose that now I'm Jackson Matthias. But if you're asking for a nickname, I'm not telling you.
On me! We go to locate our little prey... sake the thirst of your weapons on any Imperial slaves we pass!
it's a hike to the cave where LIX and Alice are, so when Mecha gets back, that's when we'll say they've arrived
Rolled 20, 26 = 46 (2d100)
No way. You are way to injured to fight things. If you want we can have a chat while I patch you up.
>Heavy bolter and hellgun fire erupt from nearby buildings.
>It's the squad that was sent to meet up with Johan and then Alice
first die is heavy bolter the other is hellguns
Eh...fair enough, ulterior business can wait 'til after the IW's are dead.
As you wish, we shall make it so.
>Talax rather lazily fires off a couple of shots at some Loyalists as the group marches towards their destination.
These whelps offer rather poor sport, I hope our target puts up more of a fight.
Indeed they shall, but nothing that cannot be managed at such close quarters. And we are greatly prepared...
In fact, you may wreak havoc elsewhere if you wish. But stay near enough that you can come quickly...
Yeah. And as a medical officer it's my duty to heal you...
>whispers softly to himself
I also have a lot of other duties...
>seems to stare at nothing before snapping back to reality
>slashes the guardsman, turns about
AH! So the Dark Gods favor me with a Vindicare... powerful weapons to absorb into myself, and a fitting challenge!
I shall stay close Warsmith, a well manned Fortification is all the better for it.
>Talax does as he says, with the occasional break to silence an occasional Loyalist heavy weapon, as if out of boredom.
Rolled 2 (1d20)
Ahhhh.... How it tickles... You are no true Assassin, are you?
>the deep wound vomits black, static blood as it begins reforming
>the claws flash
"A C'tan Shard?" Verasii is surprised.
>The inquisitor seems intrigued, but her deathwatch guards are highly alarmed.
"Ecclesiarchy and half of inquisition wants me dead for this treaty, Administratum and other half thinks I should be made Lord Inquisitor for success. Hopefully this will change balance in favor of us."
"Inquisitor, they flayed your family living, don't you remember?" The Deathwatch-cum-Knight Inductor comments. "While my chapter master is quite interested in these "Reasonable Necrons," as we've labeled them, I'm surprised you're as understanding."
Verasii looks upset for a moment, then steeples her fingers. "You can thank Greely for reminding me that I do not let personal concerns interfere with business. And am beginning to suspect rest of species are not fond of those ones. And I also notice a lack of Centaurs among their ranks here."
"So what? Just because a species have a hierarchy and they don't mind you killing a certain kind of vagrant-"
"I thought I would have to fight to terminate those "flayed ones," to the last but the more self-aware among his cohort seem almost relieved that we do. Almost as if they see them as... tainted.."
"But anyway, C'tan shard. Who will we need to study this thing? Techpriests, Adepts, Psykana Experts, anyone else I'm missing?"
The Knight Inductor chuckles. "Interesting times, indeed. I understand our former companion is near Somerius."
"The Terminator?" Verasii asks, and the Inductor nods. "If Anna and Greely are not equal to the task, I will eat hat." She realizes she lost her hat in a bet with one..
"Oliver Greely. Pfft. Thinks he is Astartes and can do everything himself, especially with enhancements he is getting. Don Chango will show him what real supersoldier is, in Emperor's name."
"Alright, tell Nyzart to come to embassy."
Pic is of Alice, Five-Niner, and Gibbers. Sorry about quality, I hope the finishes will be more in keeping with Gonzo Style.
>A loud, boisterous, voice comes over Imperial comms. He sounds like the dude in the Red Stripe "Hooray Beer" commercials.
"Greetings, Friends! Whoever is in charge. please tell me where I can be directing these Stormtalon Missiles!"
>Anna, you recognize the voice over comms. It's Don Chango, Former Deathwatch Kill Marine and Terminator. A infectiously cheery sort of guy, odd for an Astarties, but not as much for a Salamander.
What she calls Destroyers pic is a cartoon of Anna, Jackson, and Greely looking sort of like characters from "Slayers". I can't help seeing Anna as Lina Inverse.
Fuck, I meant Skyhammer Missiles. Pic is Rogan and Saul.
>grins, presses a misshapen foot on the disguised Necron to hold him down
>begins absorbing his Exitus rifle
>more wounds and black fluid flow down
I shall attend you momentarily, O brave fool
Rolled 20 (1d20)
a closer pic of her reacting to the antics of our two departed miscreants. I'm really happy with the way those two look, it fits the Gonzo style of Ralph Steadman I've been trying to emulate
>Verasii is waiting in the Embassy office
>Greely is still being held back by the techpriests
>The Stormtalon is awaiting someone's advice on where the Missiles are needed, using surpressing fire from the Assault cannons to keep the cultists occupied, when he notices >>44711046 and gives him a burst from the autocannons
>Meanwhile in Commoragh, Belk is planning something. Something involving drugs and high-impact sexual violence.
Rolled 13 (1d20)
Hahahaha then enlighten me, wise one!
>the Necron rifle is rejected by the Obliterator Virus
What? Damnnation, I should have known...
>stomps down on the prone Deathmark
>Surely there's something effective nearby...
>pic very related
Also, if you're going to draw Gary, remember that his right eye is augmetic. So is his left arm, but he's being given a vat - grown flesh replacement
dunno, I would like to draw some more for this stuff, had I actually the time. Oh well, whatever.
Yup I know the quality is bad, I don't have a scanner at the moment.
Rolled 14 (1d20)
Taste the Emperor's Wrath, Traitor!
>The stormtalon lifts off and a Hurtling green terminator-shaped mass descends to earth wielding a flaming thunderhammer and stormshield - He's coming right for you!!
another of anna, her butt jacked about something
fuck i drew gary but forgot that... I'll fix it in the final
Eh I would love to do some more stuff for this if I had the time.
Whatever. Sorry for the bad quality, there is no scanner to be found here.
sorry about the bad quality, I had to draw it in crayon on a sticky note and take a picture with one of those cameras from the 1860s
I grew up on a planet called Helios. It's an Agri world, a beautiful one. It has it's name from the volcanic band around the equator. Well, when I was 12 I joined the guard like most boys. I got medical and drop troop training. I was soon deployed with the 82nd Helios Special Airborne Division later known as the Warpigs for our down and dirty fighting style. There's something you should know about the 82nd, officers meant nothing to us. We listened to those who had experience not because of rank. This meant officers kept coming and going quickly. Soon after I made Lt. I got my first nickname "the General's Commissar" because by that time I had fragged 5 commissars 3 Lt. Colonels and a lord general. None were good men, they deserved what they got. Well I served with them for a number of years, until we were in a nasty ground war on some barren rock. The siege lasted for a year, in that time the Eldar decided to help us. I ended up falling for one and became good friends with many others. They were used as a distraction at one point so I took half the regiment, and parts of several others and went to save them. I was too late. The Commissar found me crying and holding her corpse so he tried to execute me. I fought back and ended up breaking his arm the killing him with his own gun. The other regiments didn't like this and tried to kill me.
This is when the Inquisitor found me. I then served with him for a good number of years, learning the secrets of Ordo Hereticus. He loved to work in the shadows and I excelled at that. I became his good friend then his combat adviser. He kept trying to promote me to Inquisitor but I always refused him. Over the years I learned a great deal of info and a lot of friends in high places. Eventually the Inquisitor and I ended up on a planet over run with daemons. we called an Exterminatus on ourselves then went to kill the daemon prince to stop him from escaping. We succeeded in killing it but Matthias was dying and his forces destroyed. He then told me to carry on his work that's where my story meets this regiment's Here I did many things, continuing how I worked in the Inquisition, I lied hid and used deception and misinformation. Now I stand here as a head noble of my best friends house, a step away from being an Inquisitor with several plans to fight this planet with several contingents depending on what might happen.
"My men need me out there..."
"Yall need to calm down. Them machine spirits need time to get settled in, and then we're gonna need t'go over just what you can do wit'cher augs."
"Anna, you better not fuck this up."
"Don' worry bout that girl, son.Jackson's got her taken care of."
"I'm not. Professionally, I trust and even respect her, but I despise her on a personal level. Emperor protect me."
>The mechanicus nods and checks his instruments.
the throne agent himself, in formal wear. I think I was a bit conservative on this one, honestly.
I am even more confused. If that drawing is yours, than you are either making a very complex joke which flied stright over my head, or trying to humiliate me, which won't work because I know I have a lot of work to do to improve my drawings and that's specifically why I study that stuff.
I probably did. This is the shortened version so... I definitely did. Nothing Important... well... I didn't tell you the plans... so... yes I didn't tell you some important stuff.
He's saying that your drawing is amazing and none of us can compete with what you drew.
... Jackson, some thing seed to be said BEFORE I even think of letting you even touch me. Since we have actually gone over that step already, spin the beans. All the beans.
Both of does are bullshit and you know it.
>Ignores his foe and scoops up the injured soldier, sheilding him with his body and placing him somewhere out of the way.
"Stay here, friend. I will return for you."
>marches off, preparing to return to battle with the Obliterator
three guesses who this is supposed to be, sorry i forgot about the mech parts
I just thought you'd be interested in observing the shard of a dead god. Maybe give you insight into how to deal with your own current adversaries.
pretty much yeah.
>a suspicious, towering individual with a cloak and a hood suddenly appears before the marine
A' believe it is time you get this back, bru-.. brother.
>slips a power sword in his hand
>the heraldic on it clearly identifies it as coming from the Salamanders chapter...
>meanwhile the individual has disappeared
>enters the lab in the medical wing then pushes a button under a table and types on a console
>once he finishes a section of the wall opens and leads to a room that looks half workshop and half lab.
>The door closes behind them
I know the Magos that built the base for us. I brought him here.
Well I'll make this simple.
>you feel a massive amount of psychic energy start radiating from Jackson. You can tell it's a massive amount then it dissappears just as fast
I have assembled a crew of specialists to examine it, but I'm sure it could not hurt. They were out in the waiting room.
>Don Chango slings Anvil's Friend on his back, accepts the sword, and looks up
"Wait, stranger, who ar-" He's already gone.
"Leave the Vindicare, daemon-lover, and face me!"
>he doesn't know you're a necron
>helps her up
It means this.
>pulls out a small chip about the size of your thumb nail from a container
It's a implant that's able to grant normal people the ability to use psychic powers. Extremely powerful ones. The Quartermaster and I created it and it's worked beautifully. I'm getting powers of a beta level maybe even an alpha if need be. I don't like using it so I keep it off but it can be used at a moments notice. Also the Null grenades were developed because of this project.
It was the Psyker Chips all along.
We didn't even see it and it was right there the whole time. How.
You outplayed all of us(Or almost all of us..or some of us....I'm not really sure...).
Rolled 8 (1d20)
She'll see it when she gets back.
>Rushes towards the obliterator, and brings the sword he received from the mysterious stranger down towards his neck
Sister should have quotes in background, but my photoshop liscence shat the bed and I hate GIMP. Now where is that Obliterator
I still have one more big trick up my sleeve. I would have liked to reveal it to delta/Alice but this is how it happened.
Well I'm stuck here till Anna gets back so... Also, what do you think of Jackson's backstory? He's an old DH character I played. It was defiantly my favorite campaign. Of coarse I had to change some things because he kinda died at the end with the Exterminatus, as did everyone in the party
Rolled 14 (1d20)
>The strike glances his armored face with a thud that would fell a lesser man
"Hmmph! Is ~that~ the best the Traitor Legions have to offer?!?"
>He swings the sword in a low arc towards your legs
aand I'm out of sketches
The loyalist pups would fight a disadvantaged opponent? You know nothing of honor!
>is slashed, but let's himself fall forward with a thrust to the gaps in the Terminator plate
Rolled 20 (1d20)
"What do you know of Hon-HHHK!"
>The Salamander staggers back, thrusting the sword into the ground as a support. You see blood begin to flow gently from his neck.
>He unslings the thunderhammer and swings it towards your head in an overhand motion
"Burns in My Breast!"
>Ignores the cylinder as he swings the flaming hammer
well the Heldrake was driven off. Anna made me spill my beans. There's an Oblit vs. Salamander fight going on and the defenses I put in place haven't taken much damage because I'm a tactical genius
This is bullshit.
Plain bullshit, do you expect me to believe it? Back down fucker, I am falling for this bait. Do you even KNOW what being a psyker MEANS? it is NOT something you turn off and on like a switch! Alpha psykers, those were... the heroes of the past, or possibly the villains either, hell I am maybe mid Delta tier and that's considered something to be proud nowadays!
And the worst of your lie? Magos. Magos developing this bullshit? Frankly unbelievable,t hat's the most exquisite tech heresy.
i am not buying it, and I am disappointed, very much so.
>a trooper stands up from a nearby building
Did someone say fire?!!??
>pushes a button on the vox then several pops are heard in the distance
Verasii mentioned he was nearby earlier, so he arrived to fill in for Greely
Verasii has mentioned to you that while Psyker abilities are probably the future of human evolution, it must be allowed to develop naturally.
This isn't bait. It works by pulling warp energy into the device then using it to overcharge and create new neural pathways and synapses in the brain. Thus creating an artificial psyker. The chip is prone to blowing out from overuse, I have blown out several in my tests, but no one knows of it besides you, me, the quartermaster and the Magos. I intend to keep it this way.
This will be my end since I can't stand how my tech aint working. I'll be back, maybe.
TREASON? WHAT THE SHIT ARE YOU OF TALKING ABOUT?
YOU KNOW ME!
>The stormtroopers aim their respective weapons at Dmitry. the hole where he gets to die in already dug
YOU CAN'T BE OF DOINGS THIS! I AM A MAJO-
>And so, darkness fell.
I am not buying it. And it IS this way...
>draws her plasma pistol
Then it is heresy, and I, who would have ever guessed, am in the Inquisition. I am tired of all the bullshit this place has me putting up with, this is the last time. Tell me it is bullshit and I will lower my weapon.
... I don't really get why this, man.
Hm...I wonder what the suprise will be. I am....cautiously optimistic....mostly.
>Having patched up the worst of the wounds, Alice is now left dealing with the minor things and the apparent nightmare.
Lass....lass wake up, you're alright now. Come on now...
I am also in the inquisition and the Magos has already sanctioned it. So, it is not heresy. Anna I am only using this so we might have a chance here because I do not want to use the fail-safe. You have to trust me.
Yadda yadda not so good major after all.
The drunkard major did things and lost himself. It is a sad day. I didn't want to do this either... Sidenote: SECOND CHARACTER KILLED OFF BY MY OWN HAND WOOO
Dmitry WAS the shit.
>I'll be back
The door is locked Anna. I brought you here so we can talk. How should I have acted differently?
I still have one thing to tell you anyway.
>Alice's vox is beeping from the multiple attempts to contact her from the squads looking for her.
>The traitor falls backwards on you, he doesn't seem to notice.
>he turns to rescue the private, ascends the rope ladder to the stormtalon, and flies off to the base to deliver the wounded soldier.
"Greetings, Friends! Someone needs to attend to this man, he is injured!"
>Alice's Vox is consistently silent, despite their attempts, although her abandoned Grav Chute -does- have an emergency beacon.
LIX, I don't know what you're talking about, but we need to move further into the caves, -now-.
>Alice offers her arm, more to carry LIX than anything.
F-from faith... cometh... honor...
>tries to make a last attack in spite
>not... worth it...
>relaxes and knows peace for just a brief moment
>dies staring at the sky
Look. I don't like this either. Being a psyker isn't for me, but it's to prevent the use of the fail-safe.
This fail-safe that I keep talking about is this.
>pulls out a small detonator.
Once certain things happen it will become active, one of those things is my death. It's linked up to several dozen magna-melta warheads that we're buried around the planet. It will cause an Exterminus on this planet killing Amelia and her forces. I want you to take it.
>holds it out to her
If the time to use this comes I want you to get off world and hit it, an explorator vessels will pick you up if needed. I do not want you to die.
And someone managed to outbid me on a pair of 99 cent harlequins by six cents at the last minute. Fucking Ebay
>climbs into his Stormtalon to look for survivors - or foes.
>When LIX tries to raise her arm she inmediately lifts a hand over her shoulder.
Fuck damn it. I think I'll need to reajust it...
I... I must have imagined it, but I thought that I had seen-
No I must have imagined it, they can't be here.
And I don't need a radical in my life. You think it is a fucking joke, putting on that thing and being psyker for a day? What do you know about the training, the conditioning, the pain! You come and tell me that your device can make you the best psyker in the galaxy with a click, with none of the horrible things that happen to ANYONE, and this means ME too, when they even as much as try to put their fingers into the warp. Do you think it is fun for me to spit out my lungs every time Verasii needs to find someone? Do you think it is a what, a pleasurable experience?
Open the fucking door, Radical, I am done here.
I'm not very alarmed. R-Rogan isn't going to summon something is he?
Welp, it was nice for Alice to be alive. There is no way out of this.
>Alice hastily grabs LIX and starts pulling her along further into the cave system.
>"Lass keep it down, I don't think we're alone" whispers Alice.
"They need me. They could be dying in droves out there. Those are Traitor Marines they're up against."
"Ya'll aren't in any shape to be goin out, throne agent. Besides, there's something we need from you."
"All these nice, shiny new augmentations, you didn't think they were free, did you? super speed and strength, autosanguine, enhanced organs, smartlink, personality analyzer, subdermal plating, concealed powerfist mode, jump boosters, chest electoo, lingua-technica .."
>A dark voice begins laughing in Greely's head. "You're so fucked."
"..And a cortex bomb. So yall best be doin what we tell you."
I'm doing this to protect you Anna. I don't want to see you die like all the others... I'm using this device so you don't have to hurt yourself so you don't have to go through that pain. Don't you think that I worry when you use your powers? Do you think I don't care? I worry everyday that something bad might happen to you. I thought that if I could make something to remove the pain from your job that maybe I won't have to see you coughing up blood and bring yourself to the brink of death just to find some traitor!!
>they advance slowly
>checking every corner
>Talax slings his bolter, drawing pistol and chains word
>only the baleful glow of their orange eye lenses is visible
surely the cave has another exit...
Well I found the traitor, and he is staining right in front of me. OPEN. THE. DOOR.
>points the plasma pistol at the door while drawing the bolt pistol, aiming at jackson
Or I will make one by myself.
>psychic energies begin to collect within the circle he sits in
*insert evil laugter here* whatever happens, it's nearly the time for muh plot for Rogan to bear fruit
Rolled 68 (1d100)
>She's holding her moans of pain.
Alright fuck it, Alice. We'll fix the arm when we're safe. I don't even know what's chasing us... but this... yeah this is a extraction mission, VIP extraction mission...
F-follow me stick to the shadows, we'll proceed deeper into the cave, luckily there will be another way out.
Rollan to keep it low and unseen
>"Quiet lass, I'll tend to it later, just hope somebody notices the beacon. If all else fails....well....I came back once...."
>Alice increases her pace, only to falter as the sound >>44713140 of weapons fire reaches her ears.
>"W-what in the Warp?"
By the Emperor...it's always the quiet ones....what have we done?
"You fuck. What do you want?"
>I can make this go away, Gree-lee.
"ya'll need to understand, he'll do things to mah children if ah didn't help him."
>"I can feel your anger burning, Gree-lee. This snake! This rat fuck! you want him dead!"
"See, there's folks what don' approve of yer boss and want her out of th'picture.She's got the cold trade on lockdown in her sector, and that hurts people's bottom line."
>I can make it so you can kill him, Gree-lee. I will turn the cortex bomb to harmless biomatter, you will put your hands around his neck, and whisper. "I dedicate this death to Malal." A small thing, really.
>Holds out the detonator to her
I don't care if you think me a traitor. The reasons I've done this are my own and I will have to live with the consequences, but please, take this. I do love you and I wish this turned out differently.
>puts the detonator in her hand
The door is unlocked. It always was.
>Alice dutifully echoes LIX's movements as she -hopefully- leads them to safety
Bloody hell, the pressure is real, I know not what decision to make. All I know it that "Hope is the first step on the road to disappointment".
"The cold trade is a money-losing enterprise for Verasii, and your order benefits greatly from her involvement,"
>"He's a snake, gree-lee. He's human shit!"
"Ah tol' ya, He has mah children."
>"Fuck this whimpering fool, this traitor. Just one little sacrifice, and you'll be your own man."
"Who has your children? We can help you, Techpriest. It's what we do."
>"He's too far gone, Gree-lee. Wring his neck."
>The techpriest starts sobbing
>"Blubber blubber blubber - AH DONE TRAHED TO MAKE U BETRAY YER INQUISITER, FEEL SORRY FER ME! Fuck this guy."
>A good portion of the unit is just gone in a puff of red mist. while the rest start to fall back.
>after several long seconds he puts helmet on and pulls the visor down covering his eyes.
>the vox beeps twice then a voice starts on the other end.
>he quickly grabs his gear and runs off to get some men to reinforce the rescue team
Rolled 89 (1d100)
>As the amount of energy grows, it becomes harder to control it with mere ritual
this has been prepared for a while... Subtle warnings. Disappearances. Lost body parts. Now it has reached breaking point: The true purpose was lost. But the process cannot be stopped, not once it begins.
Da, this is good idea. Rather sharpish I must add. But who makes it though? Mecha and I are currently in the shit, you are playing as Chaos, Greely is debating letting his Malice out....