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>ITT: Post by post simulate the lore of a crew within a Dictator Class Cruiser from W40K as it descends into anarchy. Silly things are welcomed, but suspenseful action with drama is encouraged. Lore build up has to be gradual. Sticking to the official lore of W40k is not necessary, just have fun and get creative.
On a routine patrol through the Ascaddeus system, the Hammerhawk cruiser sails across lithely through the perilous void. Everything seemed well, Voidsmen to the lowliest Indentured worker ensuring the Hammerhawk functioned smoothly. Captain Hurelius Moganii sat diligently at his command throne, looking at the mega monitor of the general status of the system and ship itself. The bridge was a whirl of activity, Bridge Commanders filling out reports, Ratemen under the direction of the Lieutenant overseeing ship operation data, Navigators tapping away at vox-terminals relaying information.
All seemed well until Principle Navigator Lortier Huttes slammed the accursed klaxon button. At the top of his lungs he screamed the dreaded, ruinous, disasterous force that plagues the void. "WAAAARRRP STOOOOOORM!!!!!".
The entire Cruiser was set on high alarm, Armsmen of various rank-and-file are roused into action, ensuring all assets can be secured before anything critical is damaged. Indentured works/civilians rush to their quarters, while the Adeptus Mechanicus division activates repair servitors preemptively.
The Bridge is abuzz with Junior Officers scrambling to their assigned posts, Navigators working overtime to consolidate warp protection procedures across deck levels.
Everything went from routine to full on emergency as the amorphous blob of dark warp energy neared the Hammerhawk. As Daemons began spawning in, Armsmen lead by the respective Sergeant-At-Arms began fighting them off. Daemons from every creed of chaos trickled in as the warp storm drew close, but they were shuttered down by the brave Armsmen even after casulties mounted. (Cont.)
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Soon the hated storm of the ruinous chaos engulfed the entirety of Hammerhawk. A maelstorm of internal madness waged through all echelons of the Hammerhawk cree, but the Warp Storm passed instanteously. Now the ship sails aimlessly in an unknown sector of space, completely removed from the known extent of Imperium territory. Nobody admidst the Bridge or Lorekeeper division know where they are. The Hammerhawk crew is now truly alone in space.
>References for anyone not familiar with WH40K Imperial Navy
http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Imperial_Navy#Imperial_Navy_Rank_Hierarchy
http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Dictator-class_Cruiser
http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Imperial_Navy
http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Imperial_Navy_Hierarchy
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Initially order is the first priority to check after survival of a Warpstorm. Captain Moganii had his Lord Lieutenant, Duellius Brandy, do roll calls within the Bridge.
Meanwhile, chaos was rearing in the lower levels away from the upper secure Bridge. Penal based servants used the temporal Daemon siege as a platform to liberate themselves from their Crewboss handlers. The various Armsmen squadrons didn't have time to realize what was happening after the Daemon incursion ended, being completely offguard by the mutiny. Heavy CQC combat was the main facet of action, with skirmishes of ranged Lasgun showdowns occured.
Being completely disorganized, Senior Bosun, Reeger Haga ordered a retreat from the stern hold where the Penal Indentured Servants hold their opposition to form a solidified position a level up from the mutinous Penal Servants to restabilize order admidst the Armsmen.
Just as Bosun Haga was tactically retreating up the stair corridor, he was stopped by the Fleet Commissar and two Guardsmen from his private retinue.
FC Zeluna Quvark eyed Bosun Haga down, eyes full of authoritarial malice.
"State name and command rank." The tension ramped into one of uncertainty.
Bosun Haga shakily answered back. "R-reeger Ha-aga, Bosu-"
His words soon were lost to him a he was slugged with beams spiraling to his midsection, internals vaporizing instanteously by the plasmic rounds splathering onto him. The former living fell in a heap on the corridor floor, a charred massive hole through him.
FC Quvark reholsters his Imperium Hellpistol, looking up at the assembled Armsmen struck completely surprised by what just happened. "There will be no retreat, the Penal Servants must know their place. They are nothing but lawless men and women that have overstepped the privileges of being alive even after committing crimes against the Imperium." He cups both his hands behind his back, his Commissar overcoat bellowing as he turns. (Cont.)
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"Ensure the Stern levels are brought back under control."
With no choice under the treat of disciplinary execution, the still unorganized line of Armsmen squadrons re-engaged the improvised weapon wielding Penal Indentured Worker gangs.
While battle for the control of the stern levels of the ship insued, a surviving Daemon of unaligned Warp origin possessed a Chef named Lortimer Davies. This was your average run-of-the-mill Indentured Worker who just happened to be assigned to the culinary sector due his proficiency in cooking. Accessing his memories the Deamon, Hsau'lla'ryuiken, noted that most the Hammerhawk ship was under lock down. Communications were minimal due to the nature of the Warpstorm effects on Vox systems.
This was perfect for now proxified Lortimer. Going to the neighboring hab-cabin, he asked the come in on the guise of his toilet not working. After the Father of the Momen family let him in, Hsau'lla'ryuiken came out through Lortimer's mouth and absorbed the Mother, two daughters, and boy. Before the Father could even get his Sword Harpoon ready to strike back in revenge at the trauma he witnessed, Hsau'lla'ryuiken went back into the catatonic mortal frame of Lortimer Davies. Tackling the Father, a flash in Lortimer's eyes rendered his victim paralyzed, but conscious.
Hsau'lla'ryuiken took joy slowly torturing the Father of the Momen family, cutting him slowly piece by piece with a long kitchen blade before absorbing him. Now a monster roams the halls of Hammerhawk, possibly being any of the crew. But for now, Hsau'lla'ryuiken plans to eliminate all other life in his hab-district to consolidate territory to operate from.
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>in the other parts of the ship midshipman burns looked about the chamber
"what do ya recon is the problem?"
a tech priest in stained robes scowled at the "inferior meat bag"
"the machine spirits are not for your knowledge incompetent just keep watch"
>a volt of electricity sends the priest sprawling to the floor, much to the shipmans amusment
"he what was that ya metal arse?"
>as the two bicker they fail to notice a small flicker in the geller shield, most likely brought about by the priests comedic electrocution
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>Chaplin Dominius Artarax looks up from his prayer. He gestures to his 4 acolytes, and opens the large, steel book chained to his waist.
"Brothers. We must pray to the Emperor for his protection. I shall begin with the Recitation of the Divine Benediction."
>He beings talking in High Gothic, while one of his acolytes feeds him into the voxcasters in the non-essential parts of the ship.
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Engineering has reported that the loading dock has been found with cargo and dockhands reported as missing when we left planet.
Of the four recovered, two are aged skeletons and ash, and the other two are apparently still born fetuses wrapped in their adult clothing.
Engineering refuses to open the missing cargo itself, citing that they hear noises and voices coming from within.
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