Only WAAGGHH! (Inactive)

Game Master Bilbo Bang-Bang

A Deathwatch game set in the Canis Salient region of the Jericho Reach.


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WS 48, BS 43, S 63, T 43, Ag 50, Int 49, Per 55, WP 52, Fel 46 Wounds 22/22, Fate 3/3, Movement 5/10/15/30

"Aye, Brother Stone, the Vlka Fenryka stands with you. Let the fires of combat cement our bond."

Ulf then pauses and adds:

"Bah, bring out the mjod so that the oath can be sanctified in the manner of Fenris!"

"I swear by the sword in my hand, made from the bones of Fenris and forged in fires of Asaheim, that I will prosecute this mission to the best of ability. By Russ and the AllFather, I so swear."

Once the mjod is drained, Ulf further adds:

"Brothers, Russ is watching."

Perhaps we should agree on some responses to situation that we may encounter in the field.


Ammo Sniper= 3full+4, Bolter= 3Full+28+ 25 Hellfire, Stalker pistol=2Full +13, 2Full Stalker, 1Full +10 Metal Storm. Space Wolf Wolf Scout 1, Wounds=15/20, Fate=2/3

" Well one to seal the Oath, but the real drinking will have to wait, we have a ship to catch and a race to win. I have what I need, let us go." Einar pauses only to drain a Mjod horn halfway through and then starts to gather his gear including some apare ammo for the heavy weapons.

What did you have in mind? Discussion thread?


Male

[ooc]Looking good so far.[\ooc]


After celebrating and drinking as Wolves do on the eve of a mission, Brother Stone leaves a little early to finalize and prepare himself for leadership. He reflects on the codex and focuses on what is important by memorizing all he can of the planet and the developments over time. He knows they have a team that could meet most any force head on, but without an Apothecary, they would have to tread lightly. The scout seems to have some medical knowledge based on his requisition, that is most commendable and impressive. He would be piloting and scouting ahead, he would be important, I hope he doesn't bite off more than a wolf can chew he thinks to himself uncertain of what they would encounter, only knowing for now his own squad's strengths and weaknesses.

The hour is upon us Angus he says to himself using his real name, Redemption is never given, it must be earned...My redemption can only be born from violence, that is the path of a Marine. Like lightning sparking a forest fire and cleansing the brush, I too will spark a flame and start anew as Brother Stone...For I am unworthy to tread my own forests, they await my return with my Brothers...Embrace the ways of the wolf, their strength and feriouciousness are what will be needed for what lies ahead...I know you are out there, I am coming for you he says to himself before opening his eyes and wondering how strong the drink really was, waiting for his body to clear it out of his system.


After some time when the spirits have worn off and been filtered out by his superior physiology he goes about retrieving the relics and inquiring about their transport status and any special requirements or rituals needed to arouse their spirits. While there are three of them, he pondered if they all held the same function or worked in unison, hopefully the Tech-priests and Tech-marines would be able to explain more on the journey. For now, he would take responsibility for them as squad leader. Having such responsibility did not come lightly and no matter who ferried them on the field, it would be his leadership that would be called into questions should they be lost or damaged. He would have to choose carefully and wisely, but trust would not come easy. Not for him, and not for the wolves.

His chapter traditionally more isolationist they often ignorant and intolerant of others ways and traditions, but Brother Stone found the experiences and knowledge to be fascinating and necessary. If his chapter were to survive, they would need brothers like him to return and share the knowledge they have gained. Certainly the Omega Vault held more secrets than many lifetimes could uncover, Stone would take any opportunity he could in learning to wield that knowledge and power for the good of mankind.

Finally he awaits the arrival of the wolves in the staging are where equipment would be delivered and issued. He carefully maintained his own munitions for his missile launcher and did pre-flight checks with his jump pack to make sure the machine spirits were in prime shape. Satisfied with his finding he waits until everyone is ready to board and depart.


WS: 42 BS: 57 S: 50 T: 42 Agi: 42 Int: 42 Per: 48 WP: 41 Fel: 46

Arriving at scene a bit croggy but soon his body cleaning the tocixs out of his body Erik was feeling wonderful. Its about time to get on the move. The sagas do not write themself and for sure I do not want to die because of boredom.

Looking at his equipment before cleaning them last time as he flexed his shoulder muscles. Looking around for a while before grapping his helmet and donning it on and connecting with his power armour.

Time to crush some xenos and grind them to dust


Ammo Sniper= 3full+4, Bolter= 3Full+28+ 25 Hellfire, Stalker pistol=2Full +13, 2Full Stalker, 1Full +10 Metal Storm. Space Wolf Wolf Scout 1, Wounds=15/20, Fate=2/3

Never able to let his guard down amongst non-Wolves, Einar had not partaken of the Mjod as heavily as the others and so was ready and aboard the 'Spear of Fury' early. Returning from the transport hangers after refreshing his memory of the landspeeder's controls, he was pleased to see the pack arriving at the cabin allocated to them. "Come, let us be going"
Then after pre-mission checks are completed, Einar begins to pack his equipment away into his webbing, checking that it made no sound as he moves.


Male Space Wolf Devastator

Viluf strolled in to the preparation area, weighed down by weapons, ammo and grenades. He hauled himself over to the group and grinned, staring around at the fresh faced Marines around him. "It is a good day to die in service to the Emperor, may he live forever. Well... It is a better day to slaughter the unbeliever so let's do that first but by Russ if we do fall, at least we know it is a good day for it!" He laughed long and loud, slapping Einar on the shoulder playfully.

"I'll be your gunner for this mission brother. We will sally forth ahead of the pack and rain death upon our enemies whilst these slow bastards catch up!" He grinned at the others. "Honour and glory for Russ and the Emperor!"


WS 48, BS 43, S 63, T 43, Ag 50, Int 49, Per 55, WP 52, Fel 46 Wounds 22/22, Fate 3/3, Movement 5/10/15/30

Ulf downs the last shot of mjod.

"The mission awaits. Let us be off."


Frei would walk along with the rest, swearing the oath and toasting to victory as long as he could. He carried a six pack of the mjod for the ride down. He laughed as he looked on to the green marines and downed another one. "Kill our Emperor's enemies or die an honorable death taking them out."

He climbed into the back of the ride and kicked up his feet. "Bah, I doubt this is enough to even enjoy the ride down. Imagine I will be sober before the first kill...if not, well I guess I might just get a little sloppy with my kills...those poor Tau, I was gonna try and at least make it painless." he said grinning from ear to ear, showing his fangs with pride.


Ammo Sniper= 3full+4, Bolter= 3Full+28+ 25 Hellfire, Stalker pistol=2Full +13, 2Full Stalker, 1Full +10 Metal Storm. Space Wolf Wolf Scout 1, Wounds=15/20, Fate=2/3

Used to Viluf's boisterous ways, Einar weathers the unintentionally mighty blow with the endurance of experience. Seeing Freki's overly casual approach, he shakes his head, but knowing his brother's skills, he recognises the bravado of youth that has never left.


Male

With all your outfitting complete and oaths sworn, your team is guided to the docking bay where the frigate Spear of Fury awaits your arrival. The bay is a beehive of activity as servitors, serfs, and Astartes go about the business of preparing the vessel to launch. The Spear itself is a beautiful ship rendered in a high gothic motif replete with spires and gargoyles its exterior a swirl of black ceramite and bronzed adamantium . As fine a tool for the persecution of the Emperor’s will as any you’ve seen. One would expect no less of a ship captained by a brother of the Black Templars Chapter.

As the team continues its movement toward their berthing you see Watch Captain Tarran approaching, a large sword strapped across his back and a smile on his face. ”Well, Sons of Russ, I wish you the glory of His will and honor. May you fight well and accomplish your mission in the same. The Ordo Xenos has passed on another bit of intel on the xenos tech. It seems they know them to be something called Dellrium Trellis. Thought you might like to know what it is you're after.” Even as your Bother-Captain wishes you well, the Space Wolves among you catch the scent of a zealous and mighty warrior. A scent which smells of bloodied steel. It is easily recognized as it permeates your Chapter’s members and one which pours from the more feral Chapters of the Adeptus. Turning toward this sudden rush of pheromones you are greeted with the sight of a hulking man bearing the livery of the Black Templars on his paldron. Seeing your sudden shift of attention, Watch Captain Tarran glances in the direction of your facing and says, ”Brother-Captain Jaresh. Captain of this vessel.”

Captain Jaresh continues his course toward your team stopping only to catch the attention of another brother who falls in in with him. He a ferocious looking, well-groomed man with a closely cropped blonde hair and icy blue eyes. Arriving before you he exchanges salutes with Tarran and says, ”Throne! How did you convince the Space Wolves to part so many of their sons, Tarran? Shaking his head he continues with awaiting an answer, ”Whatever it was I should dare not attempt to bargin with you under any circumstances as it appears you are far to persuasive. In any case I am proud to ferry a force such as this to execute the will of the Emperor.” His expression is warm and welcoming till his eyes rest momentarily upon Ulf, but given his professional demeanor and the pack of Wolves present, he puts prejudice far enough aside to be prudent. Calling the other Brother forward, he says ”This is brother Dane of the Ultramarines. He will be your liaison for the entirety of this mission if you follow him, he will show you to your quarters.” With that, Jaresh continues on his course inspecting the continued preparations of the vessel. ”Brothers, this way please.’, says the marine.

Captain Tarran allows all of you to pass, but snags Brother Stone by arm and says, ”A moment of your time, Stone.”


Stone was familiar and had worked with the Black Templars and Ultramarines before, he had studied their ways and adopted them for his own squad tactics. Finally his own leadership, the first as a Black Shield of the Deathwatch, he was eager to display what he had learned and hoped to honor them with his execution of similar attack and defense patterns.

Stone is surprised that the Watch Captain singles him out for a moment, but perhaps its in regards to his leadership and these last minute mission details. It's easier for Stone to deal with marines of other chapters than his own, especially behind the veil of a "Black Shield." But this was no ordinary man, this was a Watch Captain and a Storm Warden.

...Trust his Wisdom Angus, do not turn away from your chapter simply because you do not walk with them, for to do so would be to lose sight of your goal

As his brothers move forward and they are left with some privacy, stone replies to the captain:

Of course sir. Stone replies standing tall and confident, proud and humbled to be in such company, but nearly panicking as he recalled his tempest stones and hoped the Watch Captain did not notice the pouch containing them. While his acceptance into the Deathwatch came with conditions, he was never forced to reveal his origins, and perhaps to another Captain of another Chapter he could of faced such a confession, but with a Storm Warden watching over him, he thought it too soon. He did his best to retain his composure and endure the encounter. It will get easier is all he can tell himself as the conversation ensues, hoping he would become more comfortable around the Captain and his squad.


WS 48, BS 43, S 63, T 43, Ag 50, Int 49, Per 55, WP 52, Fel 46 Wounds 22/22, Fate 3/3, Movement 5/10/15/30

"Well-met, Captain Jaresh. By your leave, Wolves are boarding your ship. May it swiftly carry us to the field of battle and glory."

Ulf then moves past the Captain and into the ship, he nods at initiate Dane.

Ulf then searches his memory for any reference to the term "Dellrium Trelis."

Forbidden Lore (Xenos) TN 49 1d100 ⇒ 3Wow 4 DoS


WS: 42 BS: 57 S: 50 T: 42 Agi: 42 Int: 42 Per: 48 WP: 41 Fel: 46

Shrugging his shoulders Erik followed after Ulf as his hand played with his gun. Nodding shortly to the Brother-Captain Jaresh Erik soon adopted his typical non-impressed, stone-face expression but the smell from him clearly spoke of excitment and readiness to mow down enemies


WS 48, BS 43, S 63, T 43, Ag 50, Int 49, Per 55, WP 52, Fel 46 Wounds 22/22, Fate 3/3, Movement 5/10/15/30

Baring his fangs, Ulf growls, "Come, Wolves. The sooner the voyage is started, the sooner it is ended."


Male Space Wolf Devastator

Leaning over to whisper loudly to Einar, Viluf grins, staring at the back of Ulfs head. " I agree Einar, just a little bit of power and the mangey cur thinks he can boss us around." He laughed softly and patted Ulf on the back to show he meant no harm.

"Aye lead on. Sooner we are away the sooner I can shoot something!" He nodded to the Watch Captain, his face going hard and serious for a moment, before he turned towards his pack.

"I'll tell yeah all a story about how I singlehandedly tore down a whole fortress with nothing but a bowie knife and a plasma pistol. This a fine tale and only mostly a lie!" As he walked away he patted Brother Stone on the shoulder.

'I hope you share what you hear Stoney. We trust you but betray us and then that trust falls apart. Don't put him in a bad position Captain!'


WS 48, BS 43, S 63, T 43, Ag 50, Int 49, Per 55, WP 52, Fel 46 Wounds 22/22, Fate 3/3, Movement 5/10/15/30

"That tale of yours, Viluf, had better be entertaining, else I foresee the loss of a ration of Mjod in your future hahahahaha" Ulf laughs to indicate he appreciates the playful mood.


Male

Watch Captain Tarran is powerful man, even among the adeptus. Having challenged and bested every other marine on the Erioch is a feat which speaks volumes about the warrior’s abilities in battle and his rank to his shrewd leadership.

Stone:
Once he has Stone out of ear shot of the other brothers, he says ”Brother Stone…It is not the place of a Deathwatch officer to ask a Black Shield of his burdens which have driven him from his brothers or who those brothers were. But, what I will tell you is that I have seen you train with your new brothers and I know the answer to at least one of those two questions I will not ask.” Looking Stone dead in his eyes he continues, ”And this is the reason you have fallen under my command and no that of Watch Captain Servais. There is no hiding who you are from others like you, Brother Stone. I will see you are given every opportunity to make good on whatever oath you have sworn, but that oath is yours alone to know.”

Looking at the waiting pack of wolves and Brother Dane he adds, ” Looks like the hunt beckons, Brother Stone. May the Emperor smile upon you.” With that Tarran departs.

Ulf:

You recall having heard of these Delirium Trellis in the past. They seem to have some effect on the a person’s perceptions of reality and have been found scattered on numerous worlds, but never recovered.

Once you are all reunited Brother Dane leads you to your quarters aboard the Spear. He informs you the trip will take nearly two weeks real time to arrive on Baraban and will try to assist you in any research you may need to conduct before making planet fall.


Male Space Wolf Devastator

Once the Captain has left, Viluf sighs. 'Two weeks?' He sighed, staring around the quarters they had been assigned. 'Now I am not saying that this ship is a heap of space junk and that I could flap my arms and get there faster but by Russ if I strapped on a pack I might. Of course I know it isn't space junk it is a fine ship but two weeks? By the Emperor that is too too long. What am I going to do for two weeks?' He frowned staring at his Bolt Pistol, idly spinning it around his hand.

He sighed for a second before slamming the pistol back in to its holster. "Right. Who has the hooch?" He pulled a set of dice from his pouch and set them down on to the table before him.


WS 48, BS 43, S 63, T 43, Ag 50, Int 49, Per 55, WP 52, Fel 46 Wounds 22/22, Fate 3/3, Movement 5/10/15/30

Perceptions of reality, then this Trellises affect the mind....

"Dane, you have a fine ship here. Pray tell where the data cogitators are? I need to consult some matters."

Will be studying data on the planet; flora and fauna, recent reports on the planet, geography, etc. any other stuff not listed in the campaign tab.

"Oh and Viluf, seven is really not your lucky number. Try eight."


Freki snorted when Viluf pulled the dice from his pouch and asked for the mjod "Bah, you feel that as soon as we got on the ship we deserve the right to drink. We must show these shipmates of ours why we wolves are the best fighters and hunters of the Marines. Let us put a few of them in their place first and earn their trust on this ship before we drink and break things we might not mean to."


Male Space Wolf Devastator

He sighed, frowning hard at Freki before sighing and standing up slowly. "Fine. Let's go find a fight, kick some teeth in and THEN we can drink and dice and sing!"


He laughed at Viluf and slapped him on the back "That's the proper spirit. To the gym, we shall find all the Marines we can off duty and show them our pride and prowess...and if we happen to lose, well then we will sulk back and drink away our wounds."


Male Space Wolf Devastator

Viluf snorted loudly, stowing his gear in the corner before looking up at Freki. "Lose? If we lose we brush ourselves off, get screaming drunk then challenge em again!" He laughed, clapping his Brother Wolf on the shoulder. "I usually fight better when I am can't see levels of drunk!"


Freki grinned and grabbed his fellow wolf in a headlock "Aye, I imagine that is why you hide behind so big a weapon...afraid and used to getting put on your ass." he said teasing his brother and trying to coax his blood to boil a bit so they could get in the proper mood for a good fight.


Male Space Wolf Devastator

Viluf laughed loudly and pushed the other Wolf away, throwing a jab at his shoulder as he did, stepping in and putting just enough force behind it to force the shoulder back. "Some of us were built for carrying the heaviest weapons ya wee pup! I'll still be spitting bullets when you are a puddle on the floor!"


Techmarine

Brand watches the ruckus unfolding before him, laughing to himself. His foot taps restlessly, he's anxious to get off the ship - feeling caged.


WS: 42 BS: 57 S: 50 T: 42 Agi: 42 Int: 42 Per: 48 WP: 41 Fel: 46

Not a person to complain but still 2 weeks was a lot of unwasted time for Erik. Muttering to himself as his fingers tapped against his heavy Bolter and just looking at the design of ships. Sighing and then speaking to Ulf I will be coming along. Might as well prepare myself on the upcoming battlefield. Erik comments as he thinks about upcoming battles.


WS 48, BS 43, S 63, T 43, Ag 50, Int 49, Per 55, WP 52, Fel 46 Wounds 22/22, Fate 3/3, Movement 5/10/15/30

"Your company is welcome, Erik. Preparation, preparation, preparation is the sole basis of success."

Turning to Dane, Ulf asks, "You agree with that, Dane?"


Ammo Sniper= 3full+4, Bolter= 3Full+28+ 25 Hellfire, Stalker pistol=2Full +13, 2Full Stalker, 1Full +10 Metal Storm. Space Wolf Wolf Scout 1, Wounds=15/20, Fate=2/3

Upon seeing the other marines, Einar can't help but check his goggles are in place and does his best to hide his face behind the others. Once they are aboard the 'Spear of Fury' Einar watches the others set up camp. When Ulf asks about cogitators, he pipes up. "I will come, it won't be the same as what we will learn from the smells when we arrive, but it would be good to know the terrain and the enemy"


Brother Stone doesn't need to say anything to the Watch Captain.

Of course he would find out...he tells himself and goes to catch up with his brothers.

I must change my fighting style and learn the ways of the wolves now more than ever, for if the Watch Captain can recognize me, so will others, and I am not ready to answer to others.

When he catches up some of the wolves seemed interested in what he was told and he tries to give them an answer that satisfies without deceiving.

The Captain is wiser than he appears and knows more about me than I would like, regardless, he promises to support me and my hunt...For which I am grateful.

Now, who cares to show me their fangs and spar? I would prefer getting some practice in with my chain-sword before we reach planet side...Any takers? he asks the group trying to focus the wolves for the next few weeks, for their benefit as much as his own.


Techmarine

Brand jumps up at the sound of Brother Stone's offer. "Aye! I would love a chance to stretch; I've never been much for sittin' around." He stretches his arms and claps Stone on the back.


Male Space Wolf Devastator

Viluf stepped back and away from Freki, before pushing the Techmarine gently out the door in front of him and gesturing to Brother Stone. "Freki and I are going to go test our mettle against some of the Marines on board. You two will come and we will strike terror in to the crew. No one fights like the Wolves!" He laughed loudly as he shepherded the group out of the room.

"There is fighting and blood to be had. Let us go!"

Just taking the opportunity to move us aLong now.


Male

During the course of your voyage brother Dane tells of another Ultramarine whom had a vision of their Primarch during a guard duty on Baraban. At first this seemed to be a great boon, but when the he beckoned the marine to leave his post and follow him into the woods. It was at this point the Ultramarine refused to believe his primarch would ever encourage one of his sons to abandon his post and struck out at the false founder. Shaking his head at such heresy, Dane ask what sort demon might be so powerful and bold.

@ Ulf

Dane leads you to the ship's data stores, but they contain little more and some times less than what has been provided on the Erioch.


WS 48, BS 43, S 63, T 43, Ag 50, Int 49, Per 55, WP 52, Fel 46 Wounds 22/22, Fate 3/3, Movement 5/10/15/30

Ulf shakes his head at the scarcity of data on the artifact subject of inquiry. He quits the cogitators and proceeds to the practice deck to burn off some steam.


Male

The call goes out early in the morning that the Spear of Fury has translated into real space and is now loitering in orbit above Baraban. Chapter serfs of the Black Templars bring the word you are to report to the Thunderhawk launch bay in full gear immediately per Captain Jerash.

Ulf:

As you gather your gear you feel a great savagery in the aether. The tide of the Great Ocean seems have pulsed with an unusual fury.

Stone:

You were awakened well before the arrival of the serfs with their news by the haunting memories of your fallen Brother-Captain Mikail. It all came screaming into your subconscious unbidden, but refusing to be restrained the traitor legions, the warriors of gold and blue, the victory, and sudden, crushing defeat all clamber together vying for dominance in your mind, but the image of sorcerer in the crested helm standing above the stricken forms of your brothers holding the mighty blade of your Chapter captain and his words ”You will never understand the true nature of things when it is only the glory of the false emperor you seek.”


Ammo Sniper= 3full+4, Bolter= 3Full+28+ 25 Hellfire, Stalker pistol=2Full +13, 2Full Stalker, 1Full +10 Metal Storm. Space Wolf Wolf Scout 1, Wounds=15/20, Fate=2/3

Having spent his time keeping his distance from the black templars, patching wounds and even a few of his own, Einar is itching to get planetside. As soon as the serf finds him, Einar grabs his already packed gear and heads for the launch bay. On arrival he acknowledges the captain and starts checking over the landspeeders.


Male Space Wolf Devastator

With a building sense of impatience and an over abundance of manic energy, Viluf starts to suit up, forcing himself to take his time, to fit every piece of gear slowly and carefully. He checks over his Armour and weapons slowly before grabbing his gear and heading for the launch bay. 'it is about time...'

When he arrived at the launch bay, he headed over to Einar, patting the man on the back. "Where are we?" He asked, unusually short and direct, nodding towards the Speeders.


They were all getting stir crazy as the days went by and true blood was not shed. Sparring only did so much to keep him at bay and the ship was too small for his tastes. As the time ticked down towards the day they would finally be in real space again, Freki began dawning his full battle gear ready to fight at a moments notice from the moment he woke up to the moment he with much anger and anxiousness went back to sleep. When the serf found him, he was greeted with a fully outfitted Space Wolf armed to the teeth. The look in Freki's eyes told the poor serf that he'd better have good news or they may be a price to pay and all the serf could manage was a nod before he was physically removed from Freki's path and the wolf was on the hunt. He didn't need to know the location, all he needed was the smell of his pack to find the proper place and he could find their scents with ease.


WS: 42 BS: 57 S: 50 T: 42 Agi: 42 Int: 42 Per: 48 WP: 41 Fel: 46

Erik was spending most of his time praying to the Empreror and Russ, fevorously chanting out litanies of their greatness and asking for their favor in upcoming battles.

Going through some of the memorisation techniques and appreciating the machine spirits of his power armor Erik was making sure everything was well and good. Entering the launching bay where other Space Wolves were already waiting Erik was filled with vigor and faith, ready to bring rain of steel upon countless enemies of Emperor and Russ


Stone awakens drenched in sweat. There is no panic as its a dream he's had numerous times that haunts him still as a Black Shield, but its unsettling each time he relives his greatest failure as a Storm Warden marine. He looks forward to each day hoping to put an end to the dreams with every mission providing a small speck of hope that has so far ended in disappointment. Something about the dream this time seemed different, more real and close. As if something he missed before was brought to the surface of his subconsciousness...Unsure and awakened he begins his morning ritual and is nearly finished when a serf interrupts with the orders to deploy.

Your arrival is pleasing he says to the serf sincerely, taking his orders and dismissing him with respectful nod of his head. Stone gathers his equipment, more worn in after a few weeks of travel and usage with his brothers in practice. The chain sword felt more comfortable and familiar, nearly an extension of himself. While used to a larger weapon, his sacris claymore, he easily wields this lighter more balanced weapon. The quick strikes and parries he can exact in combat have forced him to change his fighting style and the quickness of his Space Wolf brothers has helped hone his skills. While unable to react and counter attack as they do, he is slowly learning and studying their technique. It would only be a matter of time before the only thing that distinguished him from his squad, would be his armor and colors.

He heads out early and arrives in time to secure his jet pack. Not ready to equip it yet, he trusts the Techmarine will be able to assist when the need arrives, for now he needed to see how they would fit into the skimmers and where he would be situated. If room allowed, he would equip it and be ready to answer any threat they engaged.

As his brothers join him he welcomes them and helps double check their that their equipment is secure. In possession of the relics he gives them to the agreed upon members of his squad while retaining one for himself.

We ever decide who is keeping the relics?


WS 48, BS 43, S 63, T 43, Ag 50, Int 49, Per 55, WP 52, Fel 46 Wounds 22/22, Fate 3/3, Movement 5/10/15/30

Concerned by what he considers to be unusual, Ulf communicates to the bridge, "Bridge, do you detect any warp anomalies?"


Techmarine

Brand had spent most of his time caring for and maintaining various pieces of equipment, finding it more pleasant to keep his hands busy than frantically pacing to and fro.

When they reach orbit he gathers his things and equips himself for the mission ahead, quickly joining his brothers.


As the men gather on the Thunderhawk for deployment he shares a few words with his men in anticipation of the mission:

This is what we have been training for, this is our time, our opportunity to gain the glory and renown we deserve in service to the Deathwatch. I expect to see every one of you return here whole and no man or gene seed will be left behind under my command. If you depart his life and greet your chapter ancestors, know you will be celebrated and remembered. If I shall fall, then the burden of command shall fall to brother Ironmane. The relics from the Omega Vaults must not fall into enemy hands and he understands them better than any of us. For GLORY! For RUSS! For the EMPEROR!

The wolves needed no more arousing or confidence, Brother Stone's realism might of been a downer to the aura of anticipation coming from the wolves, their appetites wet and starving for battle, but Stone's had been tempered by a haunting defeat and the dreams he sometimes suffered. Only the hope of redemption gave him the strength to carry on, the promise to his captain, the debt to be repaid. Though they were secondary objectives in his life, his new life held little and gave little pleasure. His black shield armor and ancient Mk. II helmet were all he held from his former life that could be displayed. The pouch of stones close to his chest, strengthening his body and spirit, served as a constant reminder of his former name and traditions. Now amongst the wolves he had to reforge himself and this first mission would be the true test of his character and leadership. For if he could carouse these wolves and lead them, then all might not be lost, his chance of gaining back his former name and rank amongst his Chapter would finally be more a reality than dream. When he sought to take the long watch, he did so with half determination. Weighed down by guilt and shame he sought to meet the strongest and worst the enemy could offer in combat, hoping his valiance would redeem him in his own way, but as he spent time with the wolves and learned their traditions, ways, and fighting styles, he realized his foolishness and grasped the advantages of hunting in a pack. He silently vowed, along with the Oath he shared with the wolves, to give himself another chance and accept his place in the order of things as the wolves had.

Now a leader and looked up to once again by a squad, he had a new responsibility greater than himself and swore to see things through and not rush to get himself killed. His most recent dream seemed to be speaking to him and seemed more real than ever before. He didn't grasp what it could mean, but he knew his new path to be the right one. He would survive and fully intended on every soul under his command to do the same, no matter the costs.


Male

It is hardly your first time inside a Thunderhawk, although the
interiors of these familiar gunships always seem cavernous when
holding a handful of Battle-Brothers like your Kill-team.—
instead of several times this number of your Chapter Brothers.
The holo-projectors at the troop transport station activate as you
start to descend. Clamps affix your Land Speeder to the gunship,
and one aerofoil cuts into the three dimensional projection as
clouds give way to the northeast continent. In a universe of
climbing hives and battle-ravaged rockscapes, Baraban appears
strikingly untouched, despite the millions of soldiers you know to
be warring beneath its canopy. You catch a glimpse of rippling
blue ocean bordering the landmass’s collage of red and gold.
Then the blanket of autumn colours surrounds you as the gunship
drops lower.
Suddenly, the serenity fractures with calamitous explosions
and an abrupt halt to your descent that tests your power armour’s
shock absorption. Brother Dane's voice breaks in over Vox sets, “The
Outpost is under assault!”

Though your vision is obscured by the dense foliage, your see that the pulse of Kroot rifles out numbers the Imperial forces las rounds by a large margin and the number of grenade explosions is coming in ever fewer number.


Freki kicked the back of the seat of the brother in front of him "How come you never take me anywhere nice?" he said before he howled with laughter, the sight before him was what he was most accustomed to and he was debating when he could bail out and light up his jumpack to join the fray.

He remembered though, that the battle wasn't what he was here for. No, that was what his old life was for. The life of a deathwatch member was different, sure you would get your fill of killing but it was more about retrieving or saving things. He growled softly remembering and gripped his seat to settle back down a bit.


WS 48, BS 43, S 63, T 43, Ag 50, Int 49, Per 55, WP 52, Fel 46 Wounds 22/22, Fate 3/3, Movement 5/10/15/30

"Brother Stone, lead us now into combat. We yearn to administer the Emperor's justice upon the enemy. And we await your orders."


WS: 42 BS: 57 S: 50 T: 42 Agi: 42 Int: 42 Per: 48 WP: 41 Fel: 46

The ship shaking like madman from the explosions but Erik was just frowning "Ah, shut up the lot of you. Better to get with this mission done and check. Killing them would be fun but sadly its not important anymore in our missions." Erik growls but soon fixes his gaze back out of the ship window to watch the happenings down


WS 48, BS 43, S 63, T 43, Ag 50, Int 49, Per 55, WP 52, Fel 46 Wounds 22/22, Fate 3/3, Movement 5/10/15/30

"Nay! The moment we stop caring about humanity is the moment we betray Russ' trust!"

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