Fr Tunt swings his flamer around and settles it against his hip before firing.
Pen 4 Spray and Flame
Mordecai shouts:
"Get inside and get suits on! I will allow us to escape!"
As he begins to put on his battered void suit.
"Get inside and get suits on! I will allow us to escape!"
As he begins to put on his battered void suit.
Fr Tunt swings his flamer around and settles it against his hip before firing. The flames wash over the servitors.
The servitors continue running forward despite their loses.
Mordecai In the Shuttle
Tunt 12 Meters
Bas 0 Meters
Horde 78/100 20 Meters +40 To hit now
Mordecai continues to put on his void suit, getting ready to run out of the shuttle.
"There isn't time for that but we can whittle these guys down as long as we stay ahead of them. Get your shotgun and get shooting."
Mordecai has to make a quick decision. Whether to continue with his plan, or Tunt's.
It is a risk either way. At least with his, we die with weapons in hand.
He moves out of the shuttle, shotgun in hand, and blazes away at the horde.
Fr Tunt backs up slowly not keeping ahead of the horde but still putting distance between them.
Half action back up 4 meters
Mordecai has to make a quick decision. Whether to continue with his plan, or Tunt's. It is a risk either way. At least with his, we die with weapons in hand. He moves out of the shuttle, shotgun in hand, and blazes away at the horde.
Fr Tunt backs up slowly not keeping ahead of the horde but still putting distance between them.
The group of servitors almost look as if they are about to scatter but hold their ground and advance, strange behaviour for servitors.
Five more heavily armoured servitors clearly designed for combat come through the doorway stepping over their charred kin.
Mordecai In the Shuttle
Tunt 8 Meters
Bas 0 Meters
Horde 67/100 14 Meters +40 To hit now
Combat Servitors x5 44 meters
Bas swaps his compact las pistol for his longlas and starts aiming at a combat servitor.
"They will not act as dumb servitors. For *it* commands them."
Mordecai thumbs the pin out of a frag grenade and throws the explosive at the mass of servitors.
Fr Tunt turns and hustles away from the horde moving 12 meters and circling slightly to go around the shuttle while keeping line of sight on the horde.
Bas swaps his compact las pistol for his longlas and starts aiming at a combat servitor.
"They will not act as dumb servitors. For *it* commands them." Mordecai thumbs the pin out of a frag grenade and throws the explosive at the mass of servitors.
Fr Tunt turns and hustles away from the horde moving twelve meters and circling slightly to go around the shuttle while keeping line of sight on the horde.
Mordecai In the Shuttle
Tunt -4 Meters
Bas 0 Meters
Horde 62/100 8 Meters +40 To hit now, -20 from Running
Combat Servitors x5 38 meters -20 from Running
Mordecai draws, arms, and flings another frag grenade at the nearest servitors.
20 damage (after substituting degrees), pen 1, feeling (4)
He then falls back 3m.
Fr Tunt Backs up again, turning his flamer on the servo horde.
Move back 4 meters
Mordecai draws, arms, and flings another frag grenade at the nearest servitors.
Fr Tunt Backs up again, turning his flamer on the servo horde before moving back four meters
Bas fires his longlas.
The horde of servitors scatter and start to exit the lighter bay but their more heavily armoured peers continue to advance.
Mordecai In the Shuttle
Tunt -8 Meters
Bas -3 Meters
Combat Servitors x5 32 meters -20 from Running
Fr Tunt advances and calls out. "Ira justorum! Iram ex pura! Iram servi sui sancti!
Move forward 4 meters
Mordecai finds fresh heart in the sight before him.
It is as if the Omnissiah banished them. All hail the machine god!
Now, to slay the remainder.
He steels himself to task, draws combat shotgun, and opens fire on the nearest servitor.
Truly, He is with us!
5 damage with degrees.
Mordecai finds fresh heart in the sight before him. It is as if the Omnissiah banished them. All hail the machine god!
Now, to slay the remainder. He steels himself to task, draws combat shotgun, and opens fire on the nearest servitor. Truly, He is with us! The armoured hide of the combat servitors brings the triumphant moment to a close.
Bas's shot likewise pings off the armour of the servitors.
Fr Tunt advances and calls out. "Ira justorum! Iram ex pura! Iram servi sui sancti!" his words lifting the spirits of those around him.
The combat servitors continue at the same sedate but inevitable pace.
Mordecai In the Shuttle
Tunt -4 Meters
Bas -3 Meters
Combat Servitors x5 26 meters -20 from Running
Mordecai realises that the combat shotgun will be insufficient. He stows it away, while drawing a krak grenade. He then aims for the most badly damaged servitor.
Under 67 to hit = 37 + 10 aim + 10 single shot -20 running + 10 red dot + 10 short range + 10 accurate.
28 damage pen 1 to the targets right arm.
The shock of the attack causes the character to temporarily lose control of his autonomous functions. He is Stunned for 1 round
and is knocked Prone. The arm is Useless for rounds.
"For the glory of The God Emperor!"
Inspire
Fire flamer 30 meter range
Pen 4
Mordecai realises that the combat shotgun will be insufficient. He stows it away, while drawing a krak grenade. He then aims for the most badly damaged servitor.
Bas' longlas hits a weak spot in the servitors armour it's arm exploding off and vital fluids spilling forth, it collapses no longer a threat.
"For the glory of The God Emperor!" Tunt declares before firing his flamer.
Not to catch Fire
The servitors catch fire but continue heading towards you. Klaxons go off warning you that the shuttle bay doors will imminently open.
Mordecai In the Shuttle
Tunt -4 Meters
Bas -3 Meters
Combat Servitors x4 20 meters -20 from Running, On Fire A -6, B -3, C -5
"Get into the shuttle *NOW*!"
Mordecai aims a moment longer and throws the krak grenade at a servitor. The danger to him and his comrades is now twofold.
Bas will spend his turn moving into the shuttle.
"Get into the shuttle *NOW*!" Mordecai aims a moment longer and throws the krak grenade at a servitor. The danger to him and his comrades is now twofold.
The others hurry into the shuttle but behind them they hear buzzing noises and suddenly the rate of footfalls increases as the combat servitors surge forward at a previously unseen speed.
The air starts to get suck out of the area.
Mordecai In the Shuttle
Tunt In the Shuttle
Bas In the Shuttle
Combat Servitors x4 8 meters -20 from Running, On Fire A -6, B -3, C -5
Blast (3), Concussive (2) centered on the combat servitors.
Mordecai grasps the door and says to the others:
"Tunt, fire, and I close it!"
He waits for Tunt to fire before he will try and slam the door shut.
Fr Tunt grins in acknowledgement as he opens up with the flamer on the combat servitors one more time.
Pen 4
Bass throws a stun grenade.
Mordecai grasps the door and says to the others: "Tunt, fire, and I close it!" He waits for Tunt to fire before he will try and slam the door shut.
Fr Tunt grins in acknowledgement as he opens up with the flamer on the combat servitors one more time setting fire to the last servitor.
Tunt slams the shuttle door shut with a clang... the two servitors run into the side with enough force to actually feel it moving. Air continues flowing out of the cargo bay.
Mordecai In the Shuttle
Tunt In the Shuttle
Bas In the Shuttle
Combat Servitors x4 Outside the shuttle meters -20 from Running, On Fire A Crit 2, D B -3, C -5
Mordecai moves to the controls, and prays out loud while he tries to appease them into making the shuttle rise up and away from the servitors.
"Omnissiah, hear the prayer of your least of servants! May the levers of preparation and the rune of ignition reveal themselves to mine eyes!"
"Maybe if we use the emergency beacon? It sends out the distress hail but if we alter it maybe we can use it to warn off the ship. If we turn it off and on in a rhythm we could send something in trench tap?"
Bas starts getting into his void suit.
Mordecai moves to the controls, and prays out loud while he tries to appease them into making the shuttle rise up and away from the servitors. "Omnissiah, hear the prayer of your least of servants! May the levers of preparation and the rune of ignition reveal themselves to mine eyes!"
Mordecai pulls the levers he thinks will stir the machine spirits into action... lumens flicker on illuminating the area outside slightly more.
"Maybe if we use the emergency beacon? It sends out the distress hail but if we alter it maybe we can use it to warn off the ship. If we turn it off and on in a rhythm we could send something in trench tap?"
Bas starts getting into his void suit.
Outside one of the servitors shudders convulsing as the conflagration consumes it. The other strikes the door of the shuttle, you can feel the vibrations from where you stand.
The external door halts... it's still large enough to get the shuttle through.
Mordecai In the Shuttle
Tunt In the Shuttle
Bas In the Shuttle
Combat Servitors x4 Outside the shuttle meters -20 from Running, On Fire A Crit 7 Stunned, D -6
Mordecai is focused on his self-appointed task.
"I beseech thee, aid your lowly servant!"
Bas continues getting into his void suit.
"Oh Emperor guide this mans hands or have a word with these spirits, we'll take either one."
As quickly as Mordecai tries to decipher the machine the relentless pounding outside does not help. The door of the shuttle judders in it's frame.
The door to the lighter bay begins to grind downwards... there is still time but the servitor outside begs the question will it be enough?
Again.
"I shall serve the Machine God unto my expiration."
Which may be very soon.
Mordecai keeps fiddling with the controls, trying to keep down mounting desperation.
Fr. Tunt breathes a sigh of relief but its not over yet. Going to the door he braces against it, trying to delay however much he can the entry of the servitors.
"Emperor give me strength", he says as he applies pressure to the door.
Fr. Tunt breathes a sigh of relief but its not over yet. Going to the door he braces against it, trying to delay however much he can the entry of the servitors. "Emperor give me strength", he says as he applies pressure to the door.
"I shall serve the Machine God unto my expiration." Which may be very soon. Mordecai keeps fiddling with the controls, trying to keep down mounting desperation.
With a roar the shuttle begins to propell itself forward then punctuated by a grinding screech increasing in pitch as it shuddering slides across the floor and out of the ship.
"Praise the Machine God and all of his works!"
This is easily the most excitable that you have seen Mordecai, as his efforts finally bear fruit.
"We must plan our next move carefully. We have an advantage-", looking at Bas,"-and we must not waste it."