One more full auto burst
holy hell totally missed
Reloading!
@Simms: Your shot blows a hole right through your heretic. With a pitiful shriek, the wretch falls to the ground, quite dead.
@Roth: You blow two holes in the heretic. He doesn't even have time to scream before he topples down, dead.
There are only 4 Murditors left.
We are back at the top of the initiative. It is now Renata's turn.
Bastards in charge are down Simmins says, ducking back behind the boxes and swapping his empty shotgun for his lasgun. Anyway to bring the servies under control?
"Indeed, can you bring them back into the Emperor's graces, tech-priest?" Sister Renata asks of Ricktor.
Vector pops his head above the blessed box guarding him and scans the area, seeing the two cloaked figures bleeding their heathen fluids on the deck of the ship.
"Battle sister, Guardsmen Olways, what purpose would controlling a group of burning servitors hold? They are just going to melt and explode unless we had something to extinguish the-" Vector stops looking at a cylinder on the wall, a thought occuring "Vox adept Scirpro, Technographer Mander I am unsure if it is correct but there were similar cylinders to that on previous ships I have lived on. Would I be to correct to guess that such a thing serves to extinguish fires?" The psyker states looking toward the burning servitors.
The way that the objects are shaped and the instructions pamphlet suggests that the cylindrical object is, in fact, a fire extinguisher.
"Servitors!" the Tech-Priest bellowed through his augmented vox grill, "Know the blessings of Servitude to the Machine God! 01010000 01101111 01110111 01100101 01110010 00100000 01100100 01101111 01110111 01101110 00100000 01101110 01101111 01110111 00101110!"
Riktor shook his head. "The Heretek has corrupted the machine spirits. It'll take some time and meditation to find the correct incatnation to purify them. In the mean time, aim for the flesh." It was easier to extract and place the components in a fresh body than it was to repair the form and spirit of a damaged machine.
As Ricktor rose and shouted his benediction at the subverted servitors, Sister Renata's lips moved in a liturgy of her own "Emperor give your Mechnicas servant the power to burn away the apostate's touch from your blessed instuments."
However, at his explanation of his failure, the Battle sister merely nods then rises once more to expunge the heretek stain.
Bolter, Semi-auto BS + 10 : 39 +10 = 49
Damage
1st bolt
1st roll
2nd roll
Extra Damage
Total Damage : 24
Frustrated by the resiliency of the servitors, Mathias rotates his autogun on its sling, moving it to his back. He draws his monosword and suppression shield, preparing to close on he creatures.
@Renata: Your shot blows a crater through the Murditor's chest, causing something critical to fail. With a pitiful moan, the Murditor slumps and falls to the ground. It is quite dead.
@Mathias: You are unable to tell if there are melee weapons because of the intensity of the blaze.
Roth continues to fire at the constructs. The blazing fire makes it hard for the psyker to aim effectively. His shots go wide.
If the servie bastards are too dumb to come back under the Emperor's gaze then they're dumb enough to stay in the fire and burn. Simmins observes. I don't think we need to waste any more ammo on 'em and just let the fire do its cleansin'
I am spending the round re-loading and will commence shooting after Renata's next turn! +5 bullets
"Then i shall retrieve the extinguishing device so as to prevent the purging flames from scouring the blessed steel too deeply." The psyker moves and retrieves the steel tube and its instruction pamphlet brows furrowed slightly "I do not recall a time such a device was of use on the bountiful beast, either the fires were too small or they engulfed a lard vat and took days to extinguish." Looking toward the blazing inferno of melting cyborgs and swiftly igniting synthetic and natural devices the throne bound pauses to consider "Perhaps I should obtain an extinguishing device like this one, in the case such a situation as burning servitors is to occur again. The fires contained in these simple flasks always seem eager to devour the emperors foes, some day that could work to my disadvantage."
Vector again uses a power to appear in a place where he is not, covering his movement toward the extinguisher.
If we can't use them to get to the Gellars then we should just let them burn and not waste ammo on 'em Simmins observes. He will spend the next two rounds reloading his shotgun.
The servitors' mechanisms are fragile and temperamental, able to withstand heavy arms fire but not the blaze of an inferno. They must make a Toughness check to remain standing...
Something goes critical and the servitors deactivate, powering down as servos jerkily move and cranial implants cook from the intense blaze of the fire.
Reward: 100 EXP for all.
If no one else does than Simmins will grab the fire extinguisher and spray it over the flames. Don't want the ship to burn up because of something we did He mutters. Stuff looks beyond salvage, right Riktor?
As the servitors collapse, Mathias methodically rises from behind the transport and heads out toward the bodies of the cultists and the servitors. "Leave behind no weapon which can be used against us later, we do not need to assist the Enemy by making it easy for them. But move quickly, the lift will be here in but a few moments." After he speaks he pauses, and a confused look spreads across his face. A few moments pass, then he shakes it off and begins stripping the bodies of weapons and ammunition.
Riktor moved forward, his time on Volg allowing him to ignore the hideous smell of roasted flesh and boiled preserving fluids. He moved his eyes across the roasted carcasses, assessing the damage as best he could through the soot.
Roth reloads his weapons then straightens up from his crouched position behind the crates. We need to move as fast as possible to the generators. the psyker loads and locks his weapon while waiting for the elevator. He finds cover and aims at it's soon to be open doors.
The fire was put out quickly enough to prevent the remaining insulated ammunition for the servitors' twin autoguns from blowing. If you wish to take the ammunition canisters, it is possible to do so, but removing one of the twin autoguns requires a Tech-Use Test -10...which you have passed.
The Heretek's corpse is a smoldering ruin. The only thing worth salvaging is a las pistol and a spare charge pack.
The two cloaked figures only have on them 2 stub revolvers and 12 bullets by means of ballistic weapons. They were also carrying daggers and a small amount of pocket money...
...which totals up to 17 thrones between the two of them.
Reaching down, Riktor murmured, "Blessed Omnissiah, let these components be blessed once more by faithful service. Guide there machine spirits in the defence of Man. Deus Ex Mechanicus, En Nominae Omnissiah." With a squelching noise he pulled the twin auto-gun from the servitor, rubbing it down with a piece of clothes to clean the gore and soot from it.
Shaking his head, Riktor pulled the ammo drum instead. "I may be able to free the second, given time, but the heat has fused it to the servitor's structure. I leave it to you if you wish for the second weapon. Would anyone care for the use of this one?"
Renata stands and calmly reloads the clip in her bolter with bolts from her pack. Gazing out at the wreakage of the servitors and hereteks she comments "The heretic always leaves such a mess....". Without another word, she joins Riktor out among the dead, keeping watch as he goes about his business.
At his offering of the autogun, she shakes her head "The blessed pattern of my bolter will suffice."
Will you guys stop dickin' around. We need to get to the Gellar thing. says Roth shaking his head at them. Elevator's here, let's go
"To move without caution is just as dangerous as moving slowly Sanctionate Roth. However if the heretics have no means to contact each other, and do not carry data slates then there is little reason to search them and our course of action is set."Vector states looking toward he elevator console turning to respond to the Tech priest question as he frees an autogun from its moorings
"I am incapable of wielding a weapon such as that with the respect it deserves Technographer Mander."
If further help is required Vector assists with searching and moving things as needed, if not he reloads his weapons utters a small prayer of thanks to the fire grenades expended fury and moves forward with the rest of the group.
Hearing the lift approaching, Mathias quickly grabs the laspistol and charge pack, then the two stub revolvers and bullets. As he does, he looks for any blasphemous iconography on the bodies that might help identify the assaulting force.
Walking back toward the lift, he speaks to the others, "Blessed are those who deliver the wrath of the Emperor." pause "Now, who needs a sidearm?"
I'll take an autogun. Can never have too much ordinance
Nodding solemnly, Riktor handed the weapon out to Simmins. "Take this, bounty of the Omnissiah, Servant of Man. Know it fights alongside you. Guard it's soul against the foes of manind as it guards yours, and be served by it as you serve it. In Nominae Omnissiah."
May the Emperor guide its bullets in to the skulls of his enemies. Simmins replies gravely as he accepts the weapon, makes sure it is loaded and takes cover to train it at the elevator doors.
Titus watches the whole proceeding with ditatched awareness, his mind trying to piece together the most likely outcome of their current predicament. The odds slowly becoming more favorouble as his companions display more competence than he had earlier given them credit for. Without a word he gathers up his supplies and prepares to move once more.
Mathias walks up to Titus and extends the laspistol and spare charge pack toward him.
Upon close examination, some of the cloaked figures seemed to have tattoos at one point, but were either burned off or the flesh on which they were inscribe has been excised. You are unable to tell which power they owe their allegiance to.
Mathias shrugs and slides the stub revolvers into the folds of his robes while waiting for Titus to take the laspistol. If he declines, he tucks that into his belt while stepping onto the lift.
Ejecting the clip, he manually loads a few rounds to bring it back to full. "There were some tattoos on the cultists, but the fire and injuries made them impossible to identify in such a short time."
Cimbria steps onto the elevator and waits expectantly
Titus accepts the las pistol with a tender reverence that borders on full nurturing awe. A look akin to a father who has just been handed his child for the first time flashes a crossed his face, a look that is equal parts love for the gun and worry that he is not ready to handle such responsibility. "I accept this instrument of divine wrath with all due care and reverence. May my aim bring swift death to his enemies." Then, leaning against the lift a bit so as to rest his weary form, Titus addresses the group. "Haste does seem to be important at this moment. Maybe we should not dally here any longer?"
Simmons proffers the newly liberated autogun towards Brother Mathias. Brother, could you bless the weapon to bring it back into the warmth of the Emperor's grace?
Sister Renata holsters her bolters after assuring herself it was fully loaded and ready for holy combat.
Having never left the confines of the lift, she merely indicates with her hand the lift controls "Indeed, let us descend to meet our fates..."
Gathering his axe back up, Riktor moved onto the elevator and waited to give the machine the benediction of movement.
Mathias reaches into a small pouch hanging from his belt. Drawing forth a vial, he uncorks it and lets a few drops of a strange oil fall on the weapon. In a rhythmic chant, Mathias unleashes a strong baritone voice, "O God Emperor, Lord of Power and Might, righteous in strength, strong in battle, wise in council, mercifully accept our humble prayer. Send Your righteous blessing upon this weapon. Give to it power and strength that it may protect Your servants, the poor, the widows, and all that exist devoutly in your galactic Empire. Make them horrible and terrible to any enemy army, and grant victory to Your people for your glory, for You are our strength and protection and unto You do we send up praise and glory, to the Father of Mankind, the Light in the darkness of infinity, the Glorious Salvation. Emperor Protect."
The elevator your are on descends into the depths of the ship at a ralatively slow pace. It takes about thirty minutes for you to reach your designated floor.
You see that the enginseer's station looks as if an explosion went off inside it. There is the lingering scent of plastek explosive and scorch marks on the adamantium walls.
The servitor driving the service tram looks at you and asks:
"Query: Please input destination."
Simmins grimaces and readies his auto gun, now twice blessed by the Emperor/Omnissiah Emperor's warmth but this place is a mess he says as he searches the destroyed station.
Mathias stems of the tram to assist Simmins in searching for a map. His attention is divided though, as he continually looks back up for would-be attackers.
I'll watch if you search
Keeping an eye open for more attack servitors (or worse!)
Roth was frustrated by the slow dissent. A few of his companions needed to make an effort for better hygene. He examines the station. Anyone know how to get to the Gellar room from here?
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