Minerva steps forwards and sprays two shots towards the mutant in front of her, pulling her pistol around to pump the second shot towards the mutant in front of Praetia
BS 53, +10 Thale, +30 PB Range, - 10 Fear, - 20 (if mutant in h2h), + 10 Semi-auto. = 73
made by 2 steps = 2 hits
1st Mutant
Damage: = 17 (Head) - 1st attack
... Confirm Righteous Fury BS 73
... Additional Damage: = 12
2nd Mutant
Damage: = 13 (Head)
The first bolt shell goes directly into the mutant's eye, passing through the eyeball with surgeon-like precision and exploding inside the mutant's skull- disintegrating his head and also causing the body to fall apart from the devestating shot in a truly horrific death, the body utterly reduced to a crimson mist. The unspeakably appalling manner of the mutant's death means all other mutants within two metres must make a +0 WP test or flee from Minerva.
Minerva's second shot takes one of Praetia's attackers in the head, and the mutant staggers back in pain but is able to continue fighting. Nearly all of the mutants drop their clubs and turn to flee on their next action in sheer terror of Minerva doing the same to them, even the gigantic mutant with the hammer.
Pass
Pass
Map Update (orange U-Turn symbol indicates they will flee on their action)-Link
Initiative-
Hand- 13
Lion- 12
Jerol- 12
Havelock- 12
Praetia- 7
Mutants- 6
Minerva- 6
Thale- 6
I am become death... the destroyer of worlds
Havelock grits his "teeth", levels the bolter (which is starting to feel rather light by now) and sends a spray of projectiles hurling towards the enemies in front of him.
"This is it, the feeble heathen run! Mow them down, let none that have profaned this holy place live!"
Hand stares into the face of the largest monsters that he could imagine.
Even through the Void Suit, he is sure he can smell the twisted corruption coming off the creature through the pea green haze of his Void Suits vision.
It is death that has come for him with the huge hammer to ring the bell of destruction.
Hand sees Death.
And Death blinks.
Faith in the Emperor be praised.
Lion at the ripple of the mutants in the line to pull back gets enough of a breather to refocus his thoughts. His shooting still will win no awards in melee combat but it does improve more than it has the last few seconds.
Havelock grits his "teeth", levels the bolter (which is starting to feel rather light by now) and sends a spray of projectiles hurling towards the enemies in front of him.
"This is it, the feeble heathen run! Mow them down, let none that have profaned this holy place live!"** spoiler omitted **
Seeing the large mutant flee, Jerol takes aim and pulls the trigger.
Jerol twitches at the last second, the shot barely hitting the large mutant and leaving a small wound in its left arm.
Hand continues his defensive stance, and Lion finally snaps out of his daze, only to promptly miss again.
Jerol scores a glancing shot with his long-las on the massive mutant, but it barely flinches.
Just in front of him, Havelock unleashes more bolter fury- his first shot's explosion sending the target sprawling to the ground, stunning him and inflicting levels of fatigue. You don't think the mutant is going to recover in time to aid his remaining allies. The next mutant in the hail is badly wounded by the bolt but is still able to fight, while the mutant shot in the arm collapses from fatigue dealt by his wounds. The final shot hits the mutant behind in the head, seriously injuring him but not taking him out of the fight.[/i]
Praetia brandishes her chainsword, hacking into the closest mutant's right arm with the teeth of her blade. The attack slices clean through the arm and into the torso, drenching the ground in blood and gore and killing the target instantly.
(14 damage)
Panicked at the appalling violence Minerva caused, several of the mutant's courage falters and they begin to flee from the battle, retreating half a dozen metres before rallying their wits and readying themselves to re-enter combat next round.
A single mutant is left attacking the captain of the Dynasty, and he continues to attempt to club Thale into submission- his next blow not striking Thale's head with enough force to have any chance to knock him out.
Failed WS to stun
Praetia's only remaining foe, an unwounded mutant, swings his club at her with abandon, abandoning any semblance of defence to make an all-out attack. Praetia's excellent quality flak armour and her innate toughness let her shrug off the blow.
Hit
0 damage to Praetia
Behind the barricade, the two flanking mutants leap over the pipe and end their turn mere metres away from Lion and Jerol. One of the mutants Havelock fired at scales the barricade and swings his club at the Explorator. In his carapace armour, Havelock would have laughed off the blow, but in his void suit he feels the sting of the club's force.
Hit, body
5 damage to Havelock
Hand's only melee combatant remaining swings for him again with the club, growling menacingly as he assaults the bodyguard. The club hits, and bounces off the tough bodyguard.
Hit, body (despite the -20WS, hes all out-attacking)
0 damage to Hand
Three of the gunners move to point blank range of Havelock and fire their stub revolvers at him. Despite the range, firing into a melee causes the scum to miss.
One of the remaining revolver users pauses to reload his gun, while the other two take careful aim at the suddenly exposed Lion. One of them manages a shot that strikes through the barricade and hits Lion; but his xeno-mesh armour protects him from any harm.
Hit, leg (protected by AP4 cover)
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Jerol hears noises behind him, he spins around to see two mutants rushing towards him. He takes aim and fires at the closest mutant to him.
The shot slams into the mutants leg causing pain to shoot through his body.
The impact of the shot, coupled with the unbalanced nature of the mutant, cause his leg to be taken out from under him and he slammed into the ground, the momentum of his run immediately transferred to his face as he crashes into the floor. The force of him hitting the floor causes him to fall unconscious.
Havelocks mechandrite arm swings forward, the hidden dagger in it pops out with a hiss of steam, but sadly his reactions are far too sluggish due to his fatigue, the dagger is unable to block the club and with a meaty thud it connects with Havelocks chest, knocking
"Omph...Omnisiah, your servant is hard pressed..."
Minerva moves forward to stand over and guard her master, swinging her bolt-pistol up and into the face of the mutant next to him.
BS 53, +10 Thale, +30 PB Range, - 10 Fear, - 20, = 63
Semi-auto: - made by three steps (body)
damage: = 14
damage: = 15
Hand, freed of the tangle of multiple opponents, now focuses on the one mutant that has refused to leave him alone.
His shock glove crackles with energy as it prepares to get a blessing in the fires of battle.
The mutant is a more agile target then Hand expected and dodges the punch.
Minerva strides forward with bolt pistol roaring, reducing her next victim to small pieces as two bolt shells slam into his abdomen and explode him into small pieces.
Initiative-
Hand (acted)- 13
Lion- 12
Jerol (acted)- 12
Havelock- 12
Praetia- 7
Mutants- 6
Minerva- 6
Thale- 6
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Havelock debates for a moment what to do, but eventually he realizes he has little choice, he drops the bolter, ducks down, grabs the hilt of the power axe resting against his feet and sweets it up in a crackling arc.
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Sadly, his fatigue once more tells a tale of defeat as his attack is completely inaccurate.
"My flesh fails me..."
Lion having recovered from the shock of the mutant swarm decides it is time to end this rabble and teach them why none should think to put their stinking hands on a Benetek.
Lion reaches into his mind and begins to open the third eye as he calls out; 'In the name of the great Saint Sanguinius, I cleanse these decks with thine living blood. The fires of corruption, set fire to the heretics heart. Let the nuts, bolts, and all creation burn with the purifying fire of the ever lasting beacon of the Emperor of all mankind'
With the fires of the warp flowing through him, Lion hopes his companions remember not to stare into his third eye.
The fires of creation flows through Lion to rip through the flesh of the mutant horde.
38 - 10(Fear) -10(Fear No. 2) +30(Warning) = 48
Hand has been trained to fight beside his principle with his weirding ways. He keeps his eyes focused away from Lion and on the Mutants that swarm ahead of him.
Thale has seen Lion's stare before and even in his fuddled and near catanotic state retains enough awareness to not gaze at the navigator as he glares at the mutants.
The Rogue Trader flattens himself on the floor, covering his eyes with his arm and looking directly away from the deadly gaze.
Not a single mutant or hive scum is able to resist staring into Lion's warp eye, the horrors and terrible flame of the other realm searing. Most of the already wounded mutants die where they stand, the rest left in a wounded, stunned state- except for the hulking mutant, who shakes his massive head, snapping out of it through sheer toughness.
Iron Jaw talent, toughness test to negate stun.
Round 7 Recap-
Initiative-
Hand (acted)- 13
Lion- 12 (acted)
Jerol (acted)- 12
Havelock (acted- i've assumed you swept up the bolter but missed with that 91)- 12
Praetia- 7
Mutants- 6
Minerva- 6
Thale- 6
Map after Lidless Stare-Link
Wincing from the blast of the Lidless Stare, Praetia curses, 'Lion, you fool! He will be the death of us yet!'
Praetia then takes a wild swing at the mutant near to her.
The after-image from the Warp effect causes Praetia to misjudge the distance and completely misses her target.
The mutant that crept around to flank loses his nerve somewhat as his allies are butchered, and he decides to engage the wounded and already under attack Praetia instead of rushing Havelock and Jerol. He vaults up onto the barricade and swings his club down at her, totally missing her by several inches as she moves around in her melee. The ally he came to assist also blunders his attempt to bludgeon her to death despite the numerical advantage.
The only other mutant that is able to act is the hulking brute, who somehow shrugged off the debilitating effects of peering into the Warp. He charges Minerva, aiming a decent blow with his oversized hammer that thunders towards her leg with tremendous force...
Hit, right leg.
You now have 0 wounds and have 5 critical damage to your right leg. The effect is- 'In a spray of blood the targets leg is opened up, exposing bone, sinew and muscle. The target takes 1d5 levels of fatigue and halves his movement for 1d10 hours.
Use a fate point to reroll!..
: success, 75% chance to destroy attacker's weapon (powerfield on forearm powerblade)...
: opponent's weapon destroyed.
In reply minerva lets off a round into the mutant's face...
WS 42 -10(Fear) = 32
Minerva ducks underneath the mutant's wild swing, bringing her forearm powerblade around to parry the low attack. As the powerblade swings downward the momentum of the mutant's strike forces the huge hammer into the powerfield and, with a silken razor-like sigh the head is cut clean away from the haft and bounces, noisily into the shadows.
In reply Minerva's pistol comes up but the shot flies wide as she is forced to shift awkwardly to avoid the head of the mutant's hammer as it bounces away.
The presence of the hulking mutant so close causes Thale's condition to remain- the terror or its massive hulking form doing little to calm him down.
Initiative-
Hand- 13
Lion- 12
Jerol- 12
Havelock- 12
Praetia- 7
Mutants- 6
Minerva- 6
Thale- 6
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Unwilling to let any of the scum survive after desecrating a holy place like this, Havelock switches to single shots to conserve the little ammunition he has left and fires at the closest scum armed with guns.
Lion lies on the ground in an unconscious state.
Hand steps forward to the side of the hulking mutant.
He knew there was no way that he could take the brute on singly and he didn't have the blessed marvels of his betters to aid him in such an unequal contest.
He did have a shock glove and his presence could help harass the brute and give an opening for either of Trader's protectors to deliver a devastating blow.
Seeing the second flanking mutant flee and head for Praetia, Jerol turned and set his sights upon the stub wielders, putting his gun to his eye, he took a few seconds to aim and shot.
Jerols shot impacts into the stub wielders right arm, leaving a burning hole.
Jerol's shot slams into the right arm of the closest ganger. Fire consumes the arm, burning the flesh to the bone. The gunner immediately dies from shock. Praetia throws herself at the mutant atop the barricade in a fury, her chainsword hacking into the body of her foe.
Their morale finally breaking, the few mutants who survived the fury of the warp realise the fight is not winnable and begin to run; with the exception of the huge mutant, who roars at Minerva and and attempts to grapple her. Minerva is just able to sway aside from the mutant's meaty fists, narrowly escaping his grasp.
Havelock curses as he witness some of the heretics flee, he swears to himself to make the crew hunt everyone of them down and end their misseable life.
Havelock swings his bolter at the Hulking brute, unleashing a short spray of explosive bolts.
Praetia revs her chainsword loudly and charges at the goliath. 'By the Emperor, you will perish!'
Praetia's strike lands home and the sword's steel teeth churn through the creature's torso. Blood, flesh and shards of bone spray off of the trailing edge of her chainsword onto the ground.
Hand takes advantage of the retreating Mutants to go for an all-out attack on the huge mutant. Hand's principle was safe; so, now was the time to return some of the hurt that had been done to him.
Melee Bolt pistol...
WS 42 -10(Fear) = 32 (HEAD SHOT)
Damage: = 17
Confirm Righteous Fury: WS 42 -10(Fear) = 32
Damage: = 14
TOTAL: 31HP to the Head
The mutant reels back from the bolt Havelock fires, only to have a shock glove rammed at it. Roaring its defiance at Hand, Praetia's chainsword is plunged into its chest, the vengeful Missionary lifting the whirring blade through the giant's gut and through vital organs. The brute lifts its right arm to make one massive, final blow when Minerva takes careful aim and sends a bolt right into the brute's shoulder, blowing the arm clean off as the hulking mutant swings its body, looks at its missing arm in confusion, and then finally collapses from its multitude of blows. The other mutants manage to flee back down the corridor, but you hear death cries as boarding parties of eager crewmen unleash their las pistols against the survivors.
Within a couple of minutes, a party of armsmen has reached you, saluting sharply. By this time, Thale has regained his wits, and the captain of the party of armsmen addresses you.
My lords, the boarding parties have met only token resistance throughout the vessel and expect to have the ship mostly secured in a matter of minutes. Your orders?
"Someone see to the Navigator, take him back to the Void Wolf so that he may recuperate, make sure that he is show every courtesy and comfort."
Havelock begins to reload his bolter after retrieving his poweraxe, he cannot help but occasionally glancing with something like naked awe at Praetia. "She never broke, never flinched, her flesh never tired, there must be something there...maybe..."
Lost in contemplation, Havelock falls silent.
The officer has a stretcher prepared, treating the fallen Lion with a great deal of respect as he is borne away by a pair of burly armsmen. Hand, having cleaned some of the vomit out of his helmet, accompanies his master.
A team is currently ready and awaiting orders to blow open the door to the bridge. The team have been unable to establish any contact with anyone still inside.
"I suggest they wait with that until we are in a position to join them, I for one wants to be there when those doors open."
Having reloaded his bolter, looks around the life support chamber.
"Someone clean this place up, no shrine of the Omnisiah should be left in such a state, even if the ship is beyond saving."
Yes, Explorator.
Orders are rapidly barked over a vox-caster, although some orders have to be clarified multiple times, the crew not being used to being treated like a makeshift military. Within a minute, the armsmen are ready to accompany you to the bridge as an escort. The crew look on at you all with respect, taking in the carnage of the room, the huge piles of bodies and the two massive corpses of oversized mutants.
Breathing heavily as the adrenaline of battle leaves her system Minerva retracts the powerblade extending from her left arm and carefully reloads her bolt pistols before replacing them in the holsters on the small of her back. That done, she returns to her customary station next to the Rogue Trader, seemingly unaware of the splatters of blood decorating her scarred face. Taking her carapace armour from the armsman she unabashedly strips off her void-suit slipping into her customary synth-leather clothing and attaches the carapace around her torso, ready in case of further attack.