"Sadly, I am yet to be certified with a jump pack. But fortunately I can coordinate with Ordo Hereticus troops. They have the right attitude to purge the enemies of the Emperor."
Elyas nods as his team mates answer. So a drop from a Thunderhawk is out of the question, he contemplates. "I will guide you," he replies to Arkhos.
When you go to check your equipment at the armory and gather the additional gear for this mission you notice that a simple brown package wrapped with twine that has mysteriously appeared amongst your possessions. Inside is a power sword that immediately catches your attention. It is as much a piece of art as it is a weapon and a masters touch is evident all across its surface. The weapon is just over a meter long with the slightest curve, its single sharpened edge ends in a deadly point at its tip. The blade itself is forged from a deep green metal that shimmers dully in the light while the guard appears to a single piece of polished adamantine and below that the grip is wrapped in ancient prayer strips all the way to the pommel. You see no power ports on the outside of the weapon and are led to assume that it has some sort of internal energy source to draw on. Beautifully etched in the base of the blade is a single phrase in High Gothic: Fidelis dum Vita, Fidelis dum Morte
You also find a small note that has been sealed with the sign of the Dark Angels. It reads: One Cursed never to forget their trespasses, one Damned in their betrayal. So it is that the Cursed hunt the Damned.
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It's been 50 minutes since the Thunderhawk has left the fortress and you're starting to close in on the crossroads. A hymn blares from the intercoms, A Lament over Widespread Corruption, around the troop compartment, filling your ears with the calming words.
Fools say in their hearts, "There is no Emperor." Their deeds are loathsome and corrupt; not one does what is right. The Emperor looks down from the Golden throne upon the human race, to see if even one is wise, if even one seeks him.
As you begin your final equipment checks the standby light comes on in the troop bay, bathing everything in an ominous red glow. The pilots voice comes over the intercom for a moment: "The Manufactorums guns are targeting us. Prepare for evasive manuevers."
All have gone astray; all alike are perverse. Not one does what is right, not even one. Will these evildoers never learn? They devour my people as they devour bread; they do not call upon the Emperor.
The Thunderhawk brakes. Hard. You feel your stomachs hit the floor as the ship drops and then rapidly accelerates. At this point you'd guess that you are flying just above the tops of any structures, though you don't have a chance to consider that further as the ship jerks suddenly to the right. A massive hole explodes in the gunships starboard armor causing air to be violently sucked from the troop bay. The rupture grants you a short glimpse of the outside. You see the tops of building shooting past, beyond that the air is filled with black smoke and the flash of explosions. The pilots voice comes over the intercom once again: "We're hit, won't be making the primary LZ. Prepare for deployment at secondary position. Brace for impact."
They have good reason, then, to fear; The God-Emperor is with the company of the just. They would crush the hopes of the poor, but the poor have the Imperium as their refuge.
The ship drops again and begins to rumble. You can hear impacts all along the outer hull and you can see rubble exploding past through the hole in the wall. Slowly you feel yourselves slowing to a halt before coming to an abrupt stop. The intercom crackles to life again: "LZ is hot. Kill-team get ready to deploy. Get it done marines." Smoke has started to fill the compartment as the red light switches to green, the signal for everyone to pile out. The armored bulkhead at the rear of the ship slams down and light floods the cabin.
Oh, that from Terra might come the deliverance of the Galaxy That the faithful may rejoice, and be glad when the Emperor restores his people!
As you clamber out into the crossroads you immediately see that you have overshot your original destination and have ended up on the east side of the Crossroads, farther north is the Manufactorum and Col Folkens men will be approaching from the southern route. You are at the rear of two of the large buildings, approximately 300 meters away from you. The burned husk of your transport serves as excellent cover but it looks as though that is all that you will have for the moment as the crash seems to have leveled most of the building between you and the warehouses. Already you can see enemy movement as the rebels readjust their position to deal with your sudden appearance at their rear.
Lucian snaps his restraint harness open, and moves down the exit ramp, taking cover behind the hull of the crashed Thunderhawk.
Squad, take cover and get eyes on the enemy, I want to know disposition and armaments. We need to get to the nearest of those strongpoints quickly, and I don't want to be taking fire as we move, so keep the heretics' heads down, kill those you can.
Lucian quickly looks around to take stock of their LZ, and assess any enemy positions nearby.
Pilot, report. Are any of the Thunderhawk's weapons operational? We may need covering fire to move across the open ground towards the nearest strongpoint.
He then switches to Colonel Folken's command vox channel.
+++Colonel, our Thunderhawk has taken heavy fire, and we have crash landed to the east beyond our original LZ. We are assessing our situation now, and will be assaulting the strongpoints soon. How copy, over?+++
Gunmetal City's infamously polluted air is seriously limiting your sight range. You see no movement in the large buildings, though that may be because of the blackened glass that prevents you from seeing inside. Behind them you can maybe 10 or 15 figures moving back and forth, probably in a trench given their heights. Farther out everything is lost in the grey mist. You think you have maybe a couple of minutes before the rebels recover from your dynamic entry and begin to mount a serious attack on your position. You also gather that the large scar left in the landscape would serve as adequate cover against anything besides a frontal assault should you choose to advance.
The pilot answers first, coughing somewhat before he speaks. "All her weapons are on the front Commander, can't do nothing with my fanny showing like this. Machine-Spirits are 'avin themselves a fit, power outputs pushing 10%, and best of all it looks like I'm trapped here upfront. She won't be takin' off anytime soon, sir."
The Colonel comes back over the vox:
+++Solid copy Kill-Team. We're about 20 minutes outside of the crossroads. I-hold on. I've got some Hellions I can spare, they can be there in...10-no, 5 minutes, over.+++
Brother Castil unsecures himself and checks his brothers. Seeing brother Vartas up he also tries to peer into the LZ, activating his auto goggles he tries to scan for life signs and enemy movement.
Awareness Per 70 (failure )
Castil seems a bit disoriented and selects the wrong filter, blocking his vision he can't see anything, in his rage he unleashes himself and draws the warp into himself. Knowing that these few moments might be the difference between life and death he focuses his will and pushes his abilities to cloak himself and his allies. He attempts to push his perception just moments into the future, giving himself and his brothers an edge in the combat to come.
Unfettered Focus test WP 70 (5 DOS) PR 5
Action: Half, Opposed: No, Range: 5 metre radius x PR, Sustained: Yes
Using his understanding of future events and his perception of the flow of time, the psyker surrounds himself and nearby allies in a possibility shield. While this power is active, the psyker and a number of allies equal to his PR within range of the psyker gain a +10 bonus to one roll each Round. In addition, due to his ability to see attacks before they are coming the psyker himself adds +5 x PR to all Dodge and Parry Tests
While his brothers may not know what his happening, they do feel an edge in their actions, a sixth sense that guides them ever so slightly in whatever task they attempt.
Do not fear your instincts. You will be sharper, your mind clearer, your aim more precise. Trust yourself and me. I will never fail you.
Still unable to adjust his goggles, he takes a few moments to reset the filters and properly adjust them, hopefully clearing his vision enough to assist his brothers and gathering their munitions. Brother Castil came prepared for infiltration, a frontal assault was not his ideal plan but he didn't dare shy from the chance to avenge this aggression and channel his hatred. He readied his bolter and what little equipment he carried. He wanted to stain his force sword with the blood of his enemies, he looked to his brothers, ready to charge and move to a better position.
We're sitting ducks here, we gotta move.
Castil pulls out his cartograph and makes sure it isn't damaged. He checks the uplink and tries to get an exact position and carefully analyzes any other informational updates that may be provided by orbital arrays, intel, maps, recon data, etc.
Brother Zedkiel spends the flight in quiet prayer, invoking hatred against the witch and resolve in one's duty. He has never served alongside a mutant with psyker abilities, but no matter how it sickens him, he is ordered now to serve one as his battle brother, so he keeps his mouth closed and only glares at Brother Castil from inside his helmet.
Upon the high velocity landing, he unharnesses himself and rushes out of the thunderhawk, taking his place as ordered.
He sees nothing through the smoke, and keeps silent, awaiting orders.
Estimate 10-15 hostiles beyond the nearest strongpoints, they seem to be regrouping following our landing. We need to take the initiative here, we have a window of opportunity to assault the nearest building before the rebels can fully organise themselves. We will move along the cover afforded by the scar from our landing.
Elyas, take point. Zedkiel and Leon will move up next, followed by Castiel and myself. Del, take rearguard. Report any sightings of enemy forces, keep in cover, and suppress any heretics that dare show themselves. Speed is of the essence here brothers. Courage and honour to you all.
Lucian activates the suspensor on his heavy bolter, and feels the weapon begin to move more fluidly as he begins to move on. A sudden rush of psychic cold washes over him, and Lucian feels his senses sharpen and his movements become more precise.
Pilot, try and calm the machine spirits and shut down the power supply, the weapons are no use and I don't want the reactor to go critical. If you can, lock yourself inside the cockpit, and I will request that Colonel Folken's men extract you as soon as is practical. Hold tight, the Emperor protects.
Lucian then returns to Colonel Folken's channel.
+++Understood Colonel, we would appreciate any fire support you can spare. We are making our way from our landing site to the nearest strongpoints, we need to maintain our initiative before any organised resistance forms. Please instruct your gunships to commence strafing runs on the further north of the two warehouses, and we will assault the southernmost.+++
Most puzzled by the parcel Elyas recognizes it for what it is a true gift from the Lion, a chapter heirloom.
Having secrured his gear and himself ELyas keeps mostly to himself during the flight. His concentration is fully centred on an elegant finely crafted blade of green unknown metal with an adamantine hilt.
Once the flight get rocky he merely secures his helmet and quickly checks his gear.
Stumbling from the crashed Thunderhawk Elyas quickly orientates himself and awaits the others' actions. Taking in Brother Lucian's information he aligns himself towards the buildings. Feeling the Strange energies he shutters. [i]What is this?[/b] he wonders. Voicing his concern over the squads channel he says: "I felt the cold kiss of the warp be mindful."
Affirming the order with a single click over the vox he sets out, pistol a sword drawn towards their new enemy darting from cover to cover.
Valerio quickly removes himself from the crashed Thunderhawk, ducking for cover as he suveys the surrounding landscape.
He listens to Brother Lucian's orders, nodding his head. "Understood Brother, we shall keep our heads low and our aim true." He is about to step into formation as he notices the pilot, trapped in the smoking wreckage, out in the middle of the open expanse. He feels his gut clench and his breath quicken. "I am sorry Brother Vartas, I will explain when we have more time. I will take full responsibility." Without much more explanation Valerio quickly breaks formation and runs to the doors to the cockpit. He grabs hold with his Servo-Arm, planting his feet deep into the wreckage around the Thunderhawk. He strains as he starts to pull with all his might, working to try and get an opening in the cockpit so that he can get to the trapped Astartes.
He pulls the pilot out of the wreckage, "You are sitting dead in the water out here, I can't leave you to that fate. Stay close and don't get dead." He claps him on the back as he forms back up with the group, ready to move out.
Good work Leon, I'll let it slide. More brothers are always welcome. Welcome to the Kill-Team Brother Leuce.
Lucian recognises the heraldry of a Marine Errant, a second generation descendant of his own Ultramarine gene seed, but does not recognise the unusual pattern of bolter he carries.
Elyas, get this door open. If it's going to take time, let me know and we'll blow it open instead. I'll prepare to suppress any heretics waiting for us on the other side. Zadkiel, be ready with that flamer. Everyone else, keep watching for a counterattack.
As Lucian finishes explaining their assault plan, the Thunderhawk detonates with a spectacular explosion, it's ammunition reserves cooking off with a series of detonations.
Did anyone see where that mortar fire came from? Brother Leuce, did you see any enemy artillery on our way in?
+++Colonel, our Thunderhawk is taking indirect fire, likely from enemy mortars. Expect further incoming fire. We will try to locate the source of the artillery, but we cannot afford a great deal of time to do so.+++
Lucian then takes up position to the side of the door, and levels his heavy bolter, preparing to suppress any armed rebels waiting on the other side of the door.
Zedkiel hefts his flamer, and gets in position.
Brother Commander, do we have an auspex to get a quick reading on what lies before us, or can we use the wi- Librarian?
As brother Catil follows, he tries to reason how they could recover and what the should do next. They arrive at the building and he forms up outside taking a close look to determine what kind of building it is.
Aareness Per 70 1 DOS
He comms his brothers, taking care to add Brother Leuce to the message:
They are surely expecting the front door to be assaulted if this building is important. It might be rigged to explode, that's what a coward would do. I think entering from a higher level would be more unexpected and could catch them by suprise. We need some local intel, maybe access codes to vox comms. While I don't normally take prisoners, I will allow one of those traitors time enough to tell us what we want, then I shall let the Emporer judge his soul at my behest.
Standing close by the door Elyas pauses for a second as Brother Castil voices his opinion.
"High or low?" he asks.
Joining Elyas, Del draws his chainsword and hefts a frag grenade in another.
"Ready, on your mark." Del sends over the vox.
"Hold Brothers, I can check what is beyond these walls so we may not be taken unawares."
Valerio focuses on his Auger Array, letting the cybernetic do it's work.
Elyas lifts his hand signalling Brother Del to wait while Brother León concludes his survey.
The building appears to stretch out 20 meters beyond your current position like a giant rectangle. Beyond the building you detect the trench you and Lucian spotted earlier, though it appears to be currently unoccupied. The building itself seems to be set up like an office space, with the each floor being relatively clear of structural pillars and walls and the interior filled with what appears to be desks or cubicles. You detect 10 life signs just beyond the wall, they appear to have taken defensive positions facing the kill-team. On the second floor you detect another 5 life signs that seem to be moving to firing positions in the windows just above you. On the third floor you detect 4 more life signs on the opposite end of the building to yourself, facing the plaza. You'd guess that they're probably one of the autocannon teams. The fifth and sixth floor appear to be devoid of any threats. There also appears to be a single sub-floor that's a fraction of the area of the building, but your Auspex is having trouble detecting anything inside.
Valerio opens a private vox channel between his comrades.
"10 contacts just beyond these doors positioned defensivly against an assault, 5 above moving into firing position. Third Floor houses the autocannon teams."
"Brother Vartas, our best course of action would be to do standard Breech and Clear tactics. On Mark throw grenades, wait, enter and clear those that are left. I have a grapnel so I can clear the top floor along with Brother Elyas, if you will accompany me. I will await your mark."
Valerio withdraws a Photon Flash Grenade and readies it to throw through the Second Floor window. In his other hand he holds his Assault Shotgun, the fire selector set over to Slug rounds.
Valerio tosses the Photon Flash Grenade through the window, and grabs his Grapnel from it's slot on his waist. As the grenade detonates Valerio fires his Grapnel and winches himself quickly up to the second floor.
Processing the information as Brother León relays it, Elyas nods and slowly moves away from the door allowing another marine to breach in his stead. Seeing as Brother León plans to use a photon flash Grenade he shakes his head and points to his own frag grenades instead.
Excellent work Leon, the machine spirits of your auger array are clearly well versed in this pattern of building.
On my mark Leon, Elyas and Zedkiel will grapnel into the second floor and assault from above. Castil, Del and myself will storm this door. Move hard and fast, we need to get to that autocannon team with urgency. The Codex Astartes teaches us to lead with grenades, then assault with ferocity while any survivors are still reeling from the explosions.
Lucian prepares his heavy bolter, aligning his helmet targeting systems with the newly installed motion predictor.
Castil, Del, be ready with grenades. I'll open the door. Kill-Team, stand by.
Lucian quickly looks around to check his squad is ready. Green sigils of readiness appear in his helmet display.
Three, two, one, mark!
Del lobs the frag grenade once the door is open.
By your will, commander.
Zedkiel stows his flamer on his back and prepares his grapnel and a frag grenade.
Zedkiel tosses a grenade through the windows above and uses his grapnel to ascend. As he bursts into the room, he bellows, Behold! The Emperor has sent his Angels of Death upon you!
Aonowledging Elyas Valerio withdraws a drag grenade instead.
As he gives the order to assault, Lucian pulls open the door and stands aside as Del and Castil hurl their frag grenades through the open doorway.
Leon and Zedkiel fire their grappling hooks into the building allowing them to quickly winch up the wall and assault the enemy on the second floor. Meanwhile Lucian slams his foot into the door, blowing the flimsy piece of metal of its hinges. The rest of the kill-team prepares to lob their grenades inside. At the same time you hear a shout from within: "OPEN FIRE!"
Brother Zedkiel (15): The grenade smashes through the darkened glass but loses much of its velocity, rolling weakly to the side. It detonates dangerously close to Brother Leon, but the wall inbetween saves him from any damage. One of the rebels suffers some damage but still stands.
2nd Floor Rebels (11): Two rebels fire their autoguns at Valerio. Two more fire at Elyas, one with an autogun and one with a lasgun. The final, wounded rebel fires his lasgun at Zedkiel.
Elyas takes a two hits from a lasgun
The rebels are apparently just now beginning to understand the full scope of their opponents, their shots flying wildly as they panic. One even manages to jam his weapon.
Brother Vartas (10+): Kicks in the door for the rest of the team.
1st Floor Rebels (10-): Gunfire sprays sporadically from inside the building as the rebels open fire blindly, las and autogun rounds erupting from the door and bursting from the walls and windows.
The pilot is peppered with autogun fire, though nothing penetrates his armor.
Brother Leon (9): Brother Leons grenade follows Zedkiels and detonates, blasting apart three of the rebels in the explosion. Two remain on the second floor, the wounded individual and one other.
Brother Elyas (?):
Brother Castil (?):
Brother Del (?):
Brother Leuce (5): The pilot crys out: "Commander! Technical spotted! 80 meters, coming around the building to the North!". He hops through one of the broken windows and fires his bolter at one of the rebels inside. The bolts fly true but the rebel still lives.
Rebel Truck (4): A truck peels around the corner of the large building to the north. It looks like a flatbed truck that has had a Heavy Stubber welded onto its roof and a missile launcher where the passengers seat should be. A gunner on the back of the truck opens fire on the team as the vehicle charges forward.
Valerio hears the Truck screaming around the corner and turns to face it. His shoulder mounted Combi-Melta whirrs as it slowly tracks the target. Valerio activates his Logis implant in order to simplify the targetting of the vehicle and, with a simple unspoken command from Valerio, it fires.
"Repent your sins, heretics!!!"
Initiative
Brother Castil doesn't enter the building or throw a grenade. As his brothers begin to breach and clear Castil keeps an eye out on the rear.
Just then a truck comes around the corner.
WP test to avoid pinning: WP 70, +10 roll, Success
Castil see's the truck and ignores the stubber fire. He comms his brothers:
Don't fire on the truck, I'll take care of the heretics driving it and we can use their firepower against them.
Castil channels his rage and opens the warp with greater power than most have ever witnessed. He focuses on the truck and takes aim, hurling a bolt of lightning towards the driver.
Smite at Push level-
However, such power does come at a risk and his brothers and everyone around him are briefly exposed to a glimpse of the warp. Lesser men might be driven insane, but he trusted his brothers wouldn't falter.
Perils of the Warp:
Shadow of the Warp: For a split second the world changes in appearance and everyone within 1d100 metres of
the psyker has a mercifully brief glimpse of the shadow of the Warp. Everyone in the area (including the psyker)
must make a Difficult (–10) Willpower Test or gain 1d5 Insanity points.
Smite Damage:
x PR (8), Pen is PR (8)
[ooc] above should be psychic phenomenon, not perils, my bad. Too late to edit, on phone, can't change, [OOC]
Valerio is caught unaware as suddenly his is staring deep into the Warp, his eyes glaze over as his stare becomes even deeper, mesmerized by the sight before him. "This siren's song is not for you. You are a Son of Dorn, a Priest of Mechanicus, a Man of the Imperium. Ignore it."
He shakes his head as the vision fades, managing to stay grounded in his duties and his mind focused on purer pursuits.
= damage
initiative
"May the Emperor guide my hand!"
Brother Zedkiel (15): The grenade smashes through the darkened glass but loses much of its velocity, rolling weakly to the side. It detonates dangerously close to Brother Leon, but the wall inbetween saves him from any damage. One of the rebels suffers some damage but still stands.
Brother Castil (14): Preternatural senses guide his hand as the Librarian spins around and lets out a blast of warp-energy at a rebel vehicle that is barely coming into view.
2nd Floor Rebels (11): Two rebels fire their autoguns at Valerio. Two more fire at Elyas, one with an autogun and one with a lasgun. The final, wounded rebel fires his lasgun at Zedkiel. Elyas takes two hits from a lasgun. The rebels are apparently just now beginning to understand the full scope of their opponents, their shots flying wildly as they panic. One even manages to jam his weapon. Seeing the maw of the warp proves too much for the wounded rebel, as close to death as he is, and he falls to the ground gibbering like mad in the fetal position.
Brother Del (10+): Deftly throws a grenade through the doorway just as Lucian kicks it in. The grenade detonates, taking 4 of the rebels on the first floor with it.
Brother Vartas (10+): Kicks in the door for the rest of the team.
1st Floor Rebels (10-): Gunfire sprays sporadically from inside the building as the rebels open fire blindly, las and autogun rounds erupting from the door and bursting from the walls and windows. The pilot is peppered with autogun fire, though nothing penetrates his armor. Horrified by his visions, one of the rebels drops his gun and begins trying to claw his eyes out.
Brother Leon (9): Brother Leons grenade follows Zedkiels and detonates, blasting apart three of the rebels in the explosion.
Brother Elyas (?):
Brother Leuce (5): The pilot crys out: "Commander! Technical spotted! 80 meters, coming around the building to the North!". He hops through one of the broken windows and fires his bolter at one of the rebels inside. The bolts fly true but the rebel still lives.
Rebel Truck (4): A truck peels around the corner of the large building to the north, the driver sees the lightning crackling across the battlefield and throws his vehicle out of the way just in time to avoid certain death. It looks like a flatbed truck that has had a Heavy Stubber welded onto its roof and a missile launcher where the passengers seat should be. A gunner on the back of the truck opens fire on the team as the vehicle charges forward.
One rebel remains alive on the second floor. 5 more remain alive on the first.
As Lucian prepares to fire into the building, his mind is assailed by visions of madness from the Empyrean, and his mental defences start to lock into place, to prevent the horrors of the Warp from corrupting his soul.
The momentary glimpse of the warp shakes Lucian's spirit, and he finds his mental blockade briefly overcome by visions of daemons emerging from the walls. The images last only a moment before Lucian recentres himself and, uttering a prayer of cleansing, focuses again his duties to his Kill-Team, his Watch Captain and the Emperor.
The concussion wave of Del's frag grenade rolls out of the door, blowing dust across Lucian's armour. He steps quickly into the doorway, levels his heavy bolter, and fires a burst of bolt shells into the room beyond, aiming to suppress the rebels inside.
The bolt shells spray throughout the room, detonating against the walls and furniture. The rounds fail to hit any rebels, however.
A shout from the Marine Errant is quickly followed by the tell-tale stuttering bark of a poorly maintained heavy stubber firing on full auto. Rounds snap past Lucian and smack into the stone wall of the warehouse behind him.
The heavy fire forces Lucian to duck inside the warehouse.
Castil, take out that vehicle. Del, with me. Leon, Zedkiel, report.
Brother Zedkiel easily shakes off the images as inane heresies. That witch is a threat to us all, and there will be a reckoning.
He readies his flamer and runs to the stairs leading to the 3rd floor. As he passes the gibbering traitor, he says to him, I will return to grant you the Emperor's Mercy when I have delivered judgment unto your comrades.
When Lucian voxes him, he replies, Brother-commander, the traitors are broken here. I am prepared to assault the next floor.
As you enter the building you see that it was once quite beautiful inside. Symbols of the Imperium as well as the governing body of the Calixis sector adorn the walls, though they have now been defaced. Inscribed in the ceiling are the words Officio Munitorum. It makes sense to you that the Munitorum would have an office to oversee such an apparently important trading center.
Brother Zedkiel (15):
Brother Castil (14):
2nd Floor Rebels (11): The last remaining rebel on the 2nd floor drops his weapon and begins to blubber nonsensically, tears rolling freely down his face. It looks for a moment as if he has surrendered but suddenly he draws a krak grenade from his belt and throws himself at Brother Zedkiel as he pulls the pin, apparently intending to take the apothecary with him.
Brother Del (10+):
Brother Vartas (10+):
1st Floor Rebels (10-): The apparent commander of the rebels starts shouting for his men to fall back. He himself draws a flask from his belt and lights the end, tossing it at his aggressors.
The other 4 rebels scamper further into the building under the hail of gunfire, staying behind desks and foam walls as they move.
Autocannon Team (10-): Four men come down the staircase onto the second floor carrying an autocannon and what look like two lasguns. The ones carrying the autocannon yelp when they see the Astartes and are attempting to flee. The other two turn to engage the kill-team on the second floor.
Brother Leon (9):
Brother Elyas (?):
Brother Leuce (5): The marine matches the movement of the rebels, maintaining a flanking postion. He fires his bolter at the same rebel slaying him.
Rebel Truck (4): The pilot floors it, the engine of the truck screaming in response as it closes in on the kill-team outside. .
The gunner of the truck drops the stubber and crouches down, gripping the trigger of the missile launcher through the rear window. He pulls the trigger and a krak missile erupts from the launcher and screams towards the Librarian.
The flask sails through the air, exploding into fire among the ruined furniture. Lucian rolls away from the fire towards cover.
The flames lick across Lucian's armour, scorching the paint but causing no appreciable damage to the armour or Lucian himself.
The flames die back quickly as he opens fire at the rebel leader with a shout.
Rebellion's reward is death! rings out from Lucian's helmet speakers, echoing around the room.
Understood Zedkiel. Take out that autocannon.
[ooc]4/5 fate point left
Valerio's eyes widen as he spies the Autocannon Team moving down the stairs.
"Brother-Commander, Traget is moving down the building, presumably fleeing. I shall pursue and try to hinder their movements. I cannot reach them before they exit this floor however."
Valerio moves towards the stairs, keeping cover between himself and the enemy.
Once there Valerio moves a hand to a small panel under his helmet. His fingers flip a few small switches and run over a button, and a low hum starts to come from his Vox unit. The hum grows, becoming louder and shriller. Soon it is an ear-splitting cacophony reverberating through the entire floor of the building.
Brother Lucian has barely given the order and Elyas had almost ignited his jump pack when the foul shadow of the warp flashes before his eyes. While his helmet offer some protection from the enviorment, it shield nothing of his exposed mind. A truely disturbing sight burns itself through all training and finds a small place to nest within his unconscious thoughts.
Angered by the disturbance Elyas fires up the jump pack and executes his order. His must be more unsettled than he thought, because his aim is slightly off an the grenade misses its targets. He follows thorugh and slams in to floor sword brandished ready to kill. Standing before the rebels are their doom clad in the black armour of the deathwatch, their shots glances of him like pebbles on a wall.
Round 2:
Brother Castil's orders are the last he hears. His dance with the warp is complicated, but he believes he is the leader. Exposing his team wsa never his intention, but it's the risk in having a Librarian along. Regardless, his brothers don't mind the slight edge he has given them, if they only knew how much more he could do. Seeing the truk come towards him he decides he will stand his ground and match their steel and flesh to his. As his hatred builds beyond unimaginable levels he able to focus that hatred onto a single enemy, his fury focused singlely on that target.
As his hatred burns his disdain for the flesh burns throughout his body, flowing through his cybernetics and augmented flesh, drawing in the warp from around him, steeling him for what he needed to do and for what would surely come.
Action: Full, Opposed: No, Range: 1 meter radius x PR, Sustained: Yes
The Iron Hands Librarian focuses his mind and links his iron will to the strength of his augmetics, bolstering himself and his allies. The Librarian and a number of Battle Brothers equal to his Psy Rating within a number of metres of the Librarian equal to his Psy Rating gain a +10 bonus to both Strength and Toughness. This bonus is increased by +5 for every cybernetic possessed by the affected Space Marine (The Flesh Is Weak Talent counts its level towards these requirements). If used at the Unfettered Level, this Power is a Half Action. If used at the Push Level, this Power is a Free Action.
Focus Power test vs 70, +40 (PR of ability x +5)
Rolling Psy Phenom: Warp Ghosts
AOE Warp Ghosts:
Suddenly emerging from around Castil are ghosts of the enemies he had slain. Still bloodied and dismembered heretics and xenos filled the air around him, howling in agony and hatred for all living souls, surely horrifying lesser minds, but not enough to affect his brothers minds.
Knowing he would face the truck head on, he readied himself and called forth the warp once more, but in a more controlled fashion that posed less risk than his previous attempts. He takes aim at the truck and once again unleashes a fury of lightning bolts towards the driver.
Focus Power test at unfettered level: (+10 hatred, +25 (PRx+5) Success
Castil dives towards the doorway of the building for cover, sensing the incoming missle.
Ag (65) +25 to Dodge from Possibility Shield, vs Failure
Castil not able to make it in time takes damage from the missle and is nearly stunned.
TG (50)test -20 vs Success.
Brother Zedkiel (15):
Brother Castil (14): Unleashes further Warp fury on the Rebel Truck, though his meddling appears to be drawing greater attention from forces unseen.
Brother Elyas (13):
2nd Floor Rebels (11): The last remaining rebel on the 2nd floor drops his weapon and begins to blubber nonsensically, tears rolling freely down his face. It looks for a moment as if he has surrendered but suddenly he draws a krak grenade from his belt and throws himself at Brother Zedkiel as he pulls the pin, apparently intending to take the apothecary with him.
Brother Del (10+):
Brother Vartas (10+): Unleashes a withering hail of gunfire into the rebel shouting orders on the first floor.
1st Floor Rebels (10-): The apparent commander of the rebels starts shouting for his men to fall back. He then attempts to draw a flask from his belt, but is cut down in a hail of bolt fire before he gets the chance to do so.
The other 4 rebels scamper further into the building under the hail of gunfire, staying behind desks and foam walls as they move.
Autocannon Team (10-): Four men come down the staircase onto the second floor carrying an autocannon and what look like two lasguns. The ones carrying the autocannon yelp when they see the Astartes and are attempting to flee. The other two turn to engage the kill-team on the second floor.
Brother Leon (9): Moves further into the building while sending out waves of sonic interference. The remaining rebels in the building visible react and try to block out the sound to no avail.
Brother Leuce (5): The marine matches the movement of the rebels, maintaining a flanking postion. He fires his bolter at the same rebel slaying him.
Rebel Truck (4): The pilot floors it, the engine of the truck screaming in response as it closes in on the kill-team outside. Another blast of lightning sears across the open ground towards the vehicle. In response the driver throws his vehicle to the left, the paint on his vehicle peeling away as the lightning passes dangerously close. You hear whooping and hollering coming from the trucks crew, apparently they seem to be celebrating their amazing fortune so far. The truck is now 50 meters away and closing.
The gunner of the truck drops the stubber and crouches down, gripping the trigger of the missile launcher through the rear window. He pulls the trigger and a krak missile erupts from the launcher and screams towards the Librarian.
4 rebels remain alive on the first floor. 1 rebel on the second floor remains alive, Brother Elyas has a chance to kill him before he tries to attack Brother Zedkiel. The autocannon team remains alive on the opposite side of the second floor. The rebel truck has also somehow miraculously remained alive and kicking.