Lax will shoot the green Ork
BS=44+10(standard attack)+10(range)+10(hulking)+20(aim)+20(stunned)=114
Needle Rifle- 1d10 Rending pen 0 clip 6 range 180m rld 2 full Accurate Felling(1) Toxic(5) Built in Silencer rof=s 3 clips ammo=2/6
Swapping for degrees of success (9)
So Damage=30 Toxic=9
Illorn fires again this time the ork's leg explodes sending gore everywhere.
Despite the shuttle being an unsteady moving platform Lax lines up a good shot on the still living ork hitting it in the chest and killing it.
The large fanged monsters continue to try to pursue Illorn but he is currently out of their reach. Ye can safely evacuate or expend more effort to kill these persistent vermin.
Illorn
Garm
Lax
Tooth Monsters
Back in the Village- 0 meters
Blue Tooth Monsters 72 meters, 72 meters west
Green Tooth Monster 84 meters, 84 meters west
Red Tooth Monster- 106 Meters. 112 meters west
Illorn-106 meters. 144 meters West and six meters up using his jump pack.
Garm, Lax and the Shuttle 150 meters
"We can go back to the village and see if any of the Orklings are still alive. They might have some useful intel
Lax will line up another shot on the green tooth monster
BS=44+10(standard attack)+10(range)+20(aim)=84
Needle Rifle- 1d10 Rending pen 0 clip 6 range 180m rld 2 full Accurate Felling(1) Toxic(5) Built in Silencer rof=s 3 clips ammo=1/6
Replacing with degress of success (5)
Damage=12, Toxic=6
"Fine by me."
Garm lines up a line on a tooth monster.
Illorn wings one of the bouncing creatures coming towards him.
"Fine by me." Garm lines up a line on a tooth monster.
"We can go back to the village and see if any of the Orklings are still alive. They might have some useful intel Lax will line up another shot on the green tooth monster. It wobbles and falls over before starting to clamber onto its feet again.
Aviari glides the shuttle slowly towards Illorn.
Illorn leaves the tooth monster to die from the mortal wound he inflicts.
The bolt round explodes the bulbous body of the tooth monster.
Lax kills the last tooth monster.
Don't forget to keep track of your ammo used
Lax will reload both his inferno pistil and his needle rifle.
After he's done he'll put his needle rifle away and pick up his Hell rifle.
Looking over, he realises how bad a shape Garm is in.
"Does anyone here know medicae? Our Captain is sort of bleeding all over the shuttle"
Neither Philips or Aviary are trained in medicae and say as such.
Garm waves off concerns.
"I will live. Someone back at the ship can tend to my wounds."
Illorn goes searching the village for spoils and to get an idea of it's layout. He chooses to haul back some meat of unknown origin but very tough and definitely not human.
The journey back to the ship is a time for reflection, you wont the skirmish but not without cost but your expedition has provided invaluable intelligence.
Garm receives medical attention and the pain killers help dull the ache.
What would you like to do now you are back on the ship?
Garm looks for a plate full of meat, or whatever is available, then announces, somewhat groggily with all the painkillers:
"I go to rest. I may be some days."
And begins to stagger towards his quarters.
Lax will go to the Master of Augers and ask him if the ships sensors have picked up any signs of civilization.
He'll also ask for updates on anything important while they were gone.
After that he'll go and find Illorn.
"Illorn I know we've never seen eye to eye but I would like to ask your help with something. The thing is .... I have no idea how to handle any sort of blade and I think it's time I learned. Will you please teach me?"
Lax will find Illorn cleaning and maintaining his equipment, the ever-suffering Phillips close by taking care of the more complicated matters, in this case it being the overheated jump pack. As Lax approaches Illorn sets the rifle butt first on the floor so it stands vertical, and begins sharpening the massive blade affixed to the end with a whetstone, the shink shink of it back and forth steady and methodical, almost like a metronome. He continues sharpening as Lax talks, eyes narrowing as he tries to gauge his intent.
Shink
"I be'eth no teacher, boy. Why dost thou not ask Garm? His skill art without question."
Shink
"He couldst tear the wick and candlesticks from a fly at 10 paces with yon whip of his."
"Our captain needs to rest and your the best there is. Besides out here all we have is each other. I need you to know you can trust me"
Gizzard spends his shift in his uniform trying to keep busy.
Garm voxes the bridge.
"Get the shuttle up so it can see far. Now I sleep."
And Garm promptly rolls over in bed, groans, and passes out.
An intrigued Gizzard jumps out of the Helm and over to the map table. He fumbles through the stack of papers looking for the hand drafted map of the planets surface. Finally we have something interesting to do. He thinks to himself as others start to join him.
"Let's get a crew together and get out there. We start with what we know and spiral out looking for rivers and landmarks."
He says as he thinks back to his days flying miners on and off floating rocks.
"I'd like to fly this one."
Once Gizzard is in the shuttle he notes it's a cloudy day, rain landing on his windshield but he should be able to get a broad idea of this place. He decides to stay beneath the clouds.
From the altitude he observes from this altitude that there are some large formations on the closest smaller island beneath the surface. Underground structures or long buried ruins or some natural distortion.
Only very small minor islands dot the seas to the south, east and west in his spiral but he does spot ships of some kind plying the sea. Some headed to their own downed vessel, some away from it.
There are several signs of possibly small settlements scattered about the coast. Sweeping east he can see for more overt instrusions into the natural landscape. Larger settlements. He spots some kind of odd flyers moving to intercept him, not flyers, possibly some kind of creature.
Gizzard will maintain his course but he is prepared to take evasive actions and withdraw to avoid damage to the shuttle.
"Philips, prepare you may need to hold on to your jocks."
Gizzard is able to get away from these unknown flyers. After the evasive maneouvers and the long days flying it seems a good point to head back for the day to refuel, report and get some rack time.
Day 23
Next up Garm
Food Supply: 6 Days, Ammo Supply 5
Plasma Drive-Functioning
Warp Drive-Repaired
Gellar Field-Destroyed
Void Shield-Repaired
Crew Quarters-Repaired
Ships Bridge-Repaired
Life Sustainer-Destroyed
Augur Array-Repaired
Barracks-Undamaged
Trophy Room-Destroyed
Teleportarium-Repaired
Hecutor Pattern Macro Batteries Starboard-Destroyed
Hecutor Pattern Macro Batteries Port-Repaired
Bombardment Cannon-Destroyed
Garm voxes an order.
"There are ships sailing within reach of our vessel. Get the armsmen ready in case they come this direction here with more than curiosity and goods ready in case they come to trade. Or that we can reach them."
Gizzard will send a request to be allowed make another scout mission to get close to these ships.
Current status of the command crew.
Rank 1
Lord-Captain-Captain Occisionis-Dead
Rank 2
First Officer-First Lt. Garm
Enginseer Prime-Rune Priest Yetrix -Dead
High Factotum-First Lt. Erwin
Rank 3
Warp Guide-Navigator Primaris Ferraci-Dead
Choir Master Telepathica- Astropath Transcendent Sylvos
Master at Arms-Second Lt. P0D
Master Helmsman-Second Lt. Yatto -Dead
Master of Ordnance-Second Lt. Larius
Master of Etherics-Second Lt. Samas -Lost an Eye
Master of Whispers- Lax
Chief Chirugeon-Doctor Ball -Dead
Rank 4
Chief Bosun-Third Lt. Illorn
Ships Confessor-Confessor Davros
Carto Artifex-Navigator Ferraci -Dead
Drivemaster-Enginseer Locke -Dead
Omnissianic Congregator-Enginseer Tregor
Master of the Vox-Third Lt. Ur -Lost a leg
Purser-Third Lt. Pratchett -Dead
Ship’s Steward-Third Lt. Reeves -Dead
Infernus Master-Mister Sans -Dead
Twistcatcher-Third Lt. Davies
Garm okays this Gizzard's request.
Meanwhile, an unspecified number of hours/days ago...
Illorn hawks and spits something disgusting to the side with a horribly solid splattering sound, and continues to sharpen the bayonet of the sniper rifle.
"If thou wishest me to trust thee, then in future stop avoiding mine questions with yon grace of a ploughing pregnant sow. As for training..." Illorn finally looks away from the bayonet to assess Lax, weighing what he has seen of him in combat.
"I coulds't only put thee through what I wert put through as a lad, certain aspects aside, though even such early trials wouldst break thee methinks, boy."
He puts aside the sniper rifle and begins sliding rounds one by one into the partially used clip from the fight against the orcs while waiting for Lax's response.
What was his upbringing like? He does keep mentioning something about daemons... like the zombies, an image of the zombies flashes before Lax's eyes. He pales visibly and his left eye begins twitching.
"That's probably... that's probably .. for the, the best. Haha" Lax stammers as a nervous chuckle escapes his lips.
"I'm just gonna go and .... astropath .... story"
Lax scurries out of the room and he'll head to Astropaths' room/workplace.
"Ah Sylvos, just the man I was hoping to see. I was wondering if you had a few minute for a chat. Maybe about the what's causing our slight zombie problem, if I could lend a hand fixing it, what you need to fix it when your going to fix it ifcanyoufixitEmperortellmeyoucanfixit"
"I do not know how but it seems to be fueled by the warp. It is strange in this place. I am forcusing on continuing to establish contact with another Imperial ship or outpost so we can get off this world. I have had no response so far."
"Oh that great, anyway I have to head off, you know lots of work to do"
Lax is going to head down to the med bay and takes some tranq to calm his nerves (Master of paperwork increases the availability modifier from Abundant to Ubiquitous). He'll be on the recon mission
Illorn will board the shuttle clad in his power armor, right as the vessel is ready to take off. Walking to the pilot compartment and sticking his head through as he says "Aviary, what dost yon healer say about the lesion on thy w-" and stops dead as he sees someone who is not Aviary in the pilots seat.
"Thou art not Aviary" Illorn says flatly, stating the obvious "Who the rot art thou?" he demands, once he recovers from the initial surprise.
"I'm sorry lieutenant, but I've no idea who Aviary is. I'm helmsman Gizzard Khan. Is there anything I can help you with?"
Gizzard takes little interest in Illorn's interruption and continues making pre-flight checks while talking back and forth with Philips in Techna-Lingua.
Illorn will note a machine cult tattoo under Gizzard's fiery beard suggesting that unlike many of his colleagues he's not a former navy man.
Philips elaborates "He's the pilot who flew the last recon mission and requested to fly this follow up."
Gizzard will follow the coast near where the ship went down looking for any signs of settlements or ships.
As your shuttle heads towards the coast you notice something odd... there are two groups skirmishing on your hull. One group appears to be orks. The other... well you're not quite sure at this range but they are garbed in bright red and yellow and are smaller than the orks fighting in a more disciplined formation.
Illorn barks out a laugh "Cheeky bastards, fighting 'pon our vessel! Get us closer so we may get their numbers, Gizzard, and see what manner of creature be fighting these Orks!"
Illorn will have his sniper rifle at the ready, door open, and be watching the scene closely as they close and ascertaining numbers on each side, as well as figuring exactly what is fighting the orks.
Twelve orks with leather armour, an array of melee weapons and shields are fighting against twenty four colourfully garbed... humans? Eight at the back are loading crossbows while sixteen are fighting with swords and daggers using their cloaks to confuse the ork's attacks.
Lax stirs under his camo cloak. He pulls it off him and stand up, as the last of the tranq wears off.
He looks out the window and spots the Orks. "Not these a$%$&@&s again"
Lax will take out his needle rifle and make a full aim action at the nearest Ork.
......
Illorn will study the combat style of the possible humans, noting how they fight whilst a toothy smile begins to creep across his face under the power armor helmet. Over the vox he comms to all in the ship, and Garm, [slightly too loud as always] "Methinks 'tis time for some aggressive diplomacy, eh?"
Over the comms Illorn will say "Gizzard! 'tis time to see if thine mettle matches Aviary's! Charge this vessel over and past the ork line, getting within 30 meteres of their backline!" Illorn grabs the hilt of his thunder hammer and flips the weapon up from his belt, catching it deftly as it comes down whilst sliding his shield onto his other arm "'tis time methinks to maketh some friends. Or kill some foes." He laughs "We shalt find out soon enough!"
With that Illorn will brace himself at the shuttle door, obviously preparing to jump out.
"He can't be much worth if I haven't heard of him."
Gizzard will do exactly as asked.
Garm sits up in bed, winces, and reaches a large hand to grab the microbead by his bed, tossed there between a grinning skull bolt pistol and a hand cannon.
He picks it up, replies:
"The most aggressive you can muster. If anyone is wise enough to surrender, have a talk with them."
He puts down the microbead, then lies back, thinking while listening from a slight distance.
"Philips give me a hand from up here. Grab my Hellgun if you know how to use it"
Lax will shoot one of the free Orks.
Bs=44+10(standard attack)+10(Hulking)+30(full aim)+10(range)-10(moving)=94
Needle Rifle- 1d10 Rending pen 0 clip 6 range 180m rld 2 full Accurate Felling(1) Toxic(5) Built in Silencer rof=s
Increasing the damages to 8
Damage=26 normal, 8 Toxic
Once within charging distance Illorn dives out of the vessel, and for the first time since joining the crew gives a baying warcry as he plunges down towards the Ork. The roar of the jump-pack combined with the distortion from the power armor helmet gives his baying an almost eldritch quality as he smashes into his chosen Ork.
Once within charging distance Illorn dives out of the vessel, and for the first time since joining the crew gives a baying warcry as he plunges down towards the Ork. The roar of the jump-pack combined with the distortion from the power armor helmet gives his baying an almost eldritch quality as he smashes into his chosen Ork. Energy ripples across the orks’s arm, causing skin and muscle to slough disgustingly from the target’s limb, revealing a sticky red mess of sinew and bone.
Another Ork moves closer and swings at Illorn.
The orks land a few blows on the mysterious human fighters but the humans manage to confuse the orks with their cloaks obfuscating their their bodies are as they fight using spinning motions.
Lax
Humans
Illorn
Gizzard
Orks
Orks: Black Crit 8,
Humans: Orange -7 Wounds, Yellow Crit 1, Green Crit 3
Targeting the Ork that Illorn has injured
Bs=44+10(standard attack)+30(full aim)+10(range)-10(moving)-20(mellee)=64
Increasing the damages to 4 on Toxic
Damage=23 normal, 4 Toxic
The unearthly baying continuing still, Illorn takes advantage of the momentum of the thunder hammer, spinning on his heel and continuing the swing around and into the Ork that just struck him.
Targeting the Ork that Illorn has injured sending it's corpse tumbling backwards and knocking over another ork.
The humans strike at the orks co ordinating to injure them and focusing on one when it hits the ground.
The unearthly baying continuing still, Illorn takes advantage of the momentum of the thunder hammer, spinning on his heel and continuing the swing around and into the Ork that just struck him but the ork manages to deflect the haft before it lands on him letting out a satisfied snarl.
The Orks land vicious wounds on the humans but they hold their ground.
Lax
Humans
Illorn
Gizzard
Orks
Orks: Purple -8 Kneecap chopped off, Blue -10, Yellow -3
Humans: Orange -7 Wounds, Green Crit 3, Red Dotted -9, Wine Dotted -2, Blue Dotted -5, Blue -7
Illorn doesn't parry the incoming blow, instead letting it embed itself in his armor before smashing it to the side with his shield, knocking the creature off balance before sending his hammer tearing towards its torso.
Lax will target the blue Ork
BS=44+10(standard Attack)+10(Range)+20(aim)-20(melee)=64