Jak fires again in an attempt to finish off his target.
His servo arm quivers in annoyance as the las bolt once again flies wide of the target.
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Dunc continues pulling the trigger and screaming
Exact save...
Miss on the shots.
Nope
The arm suffers superficial burns inflicting no small amount of pain on the target. The target may only take a
Half Action in his next Round and he suffers levels of Fatigue.
Energy ripples across the target’s arm, causing skin and muscle to slough disgustingly from the target’s limb, revealing
a sticky red mess of sinew and bone. The target must take a Challenging (+0) Toughness Test or become Stunned
for Rounds. In addition, the target suffers levels of Fatigue. The target now only has one arm.
Notch and Kevlors attacks burn off an Ork's arm, leaving it stunned.
Davien snaps to his senses
Jak's attack narrowly misses hitting Duncan.
The other Ork attacks Duncan with a cleaver but misses.
The machine gun Ork fires widely hitting nothing
Jak steps forward joining Duncan in close melee with the disgusting, green, xeno creature and his servo arm darts out seeking the monster's life.
Krevlor shows no mercy and downs the injured ork.
Notch gauges the turn of battle, draws steel, and charges!
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Davien feels the adrenaline slowly start to eb away and finally manages to calm both his mind and body down a bit, which lets him laugh a little bit at himself.
Maybe not as used to all this as I thought huh.
He shakes it off before hurrying back to the others. Once at the door, and hearing the sounds of a mosh pit with duncan as its centerpiece, Davien channels his powers once more. Seeking to enter the minds of these mutants and direct their... duncan like... energy at each other.
wouldn't it be more fun, and easier, to hit your friend there? I'm sure he deserves it for something.
Duncan swings his Ripper around as a club and attempts to pound the face off his enemy.
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As the two closest Orks are finished off, the furthest Ork lines up a shot on Ducan with his Machine gun.
Just as he's about to pull the triggers it's eyes cross and it pivots to shoot into the bodies of it's dead comrades
Notch smirks at the mutant's antics, draws his lasrifle again, and shoots!
Krevlor lines up and fires off another shot, glad that they were taking out the mutants quickly.
The last Ork dies in a flurry of las fire and bullets
All of these weapons are Orgyn proofed
3 choppa ((Melee;1d10 R; Pen 2; Tearing, Unbalanced)
2 Slugga (Pistol; 20m; S/3/–; 1d10+4 I; Pen 0; Clip 18Reload Full; Inaccurate, Unreliable),
1 big shoota (Heavy; 120m; –/–/10; 2d10+5 I; Pen 2; Clip 120; Reload Full; Inaccurate, Unreliable)
1 burna (Melee; 1d10+5 E; Pen 5; Power Field, Unwieldy)
Snazzgun (100m; S/2/–; 2d10 I or E; Pen 1d10; Inaccurate, Overheats, Unreliable)
1 Pet attack 'squig'
As you explore the rest of the chamber you find a huge cylinder marked Broadside Macro Cannon 24D and a window with light streaming through it.
Attached to a near by wall ringing with dim lights is a ram shackled machine, resembling a crude cogitator. Words scroll across its dim screen
"To all planet side Imperial forces, this is the Reckless Dawn. You have Tyranids incoming. We have taken heavy damage and cannot stop their descent. If you can hear us please send us coordinates of a safe drop point and we will deploy the Helldivers."
Notch groans.
"Krev, can you sort me out? And what in the warp is the vox talking about? Tyra-what?"
Jak heads over to the cylinder, as a 'macro cannon', sounds like the kind of firepower they were sent to find...
Krevlor starts getting to work on patching up Notch's wounds. "Good question. Anyone got a way of checking in with the boss or do we have to make a hasty snap decision ourselves? Could be a ruse?"
Dunc picks up a Choppa and sticks it in his Belt, and he will pet the squig if no one stops him.
The small handsized red creature snaps at Duncan's hand a few times before Duncan's enthusiasm wears it down and it allows itself to be petted
A cannon this large will definately need a power source.
If you want to contact Dominic Jak's vox caster will do the jobThe small handsized red creature snaps at Duncan's hand a few times before Duncan's enthusiasm wears it down and it allows itself to be petted
Jak moves over to the crude-looking cogitator device, seeking some way to power the titanic weapon.
Based off a quick look at the cogitor it looks like it's capable of aiming the weapon (though you swear most of these wires and lights do nothing).
It has one shot in the barrel which you can use but to load more you'll need to restore main power to this vessel
"How about we get that ship to drop these helldivers onto some muties?"
Jak speaks back over his shoulder toward the rest of his team, "We have a single projectile loaded in the macro cannon. Aiming and firing control is available through this interface. Reloading operations will not be possible without restoring full power. I will inform Lord Dominastrum that we have secured the weapon and its limitation."
"Good, I'd hate for more of those green muties to show up. They could take a hit theres no denying that."
Jak activates the vox caster, configured to transmit to Lord Dominastrum's camp, <<This is Jak of the Steel Seekers calling from the Omnissiah's Wraith. I am prepared to deliver our situation report.>>
<<This is Odette Odalyse, chief communications officers to Lord Dominastrum. Please make your report>>
<<Steel Seekers have secured Macro Cannon 24D, which was under the control of large, green, mutant creatures. It is currently loaded with a single round. The nature of the currently loaded ordinance is unknown.
An abomination of a jury-rigged control console gives aiming and firing control over Macro Cannon 24D. We will be unable to reload the weapon unless power is restored to a larger portion of the Omnissiah's Wraith. The scope of necessary repairs to regain reloading capability is currently unknown.
The jury-rigged console was also displaying a message that it, I suspect accidentally, intercepted. The message reads as follows: "To all planet side Imperial forces, this is the Reckless Dawn. You have Tyranids incoming. We have taken heavy damage and cannot stop their descent. If you can hear us please send us coordinates of a safe drop point and we will deploy the Helldivers." End of message.
We await your instructions.>>
Notch uneasily waits, finger not far from his lasrifle trigger.
<<Communication acknowledged. New Orders are as follows:
Secure communications hub A and establish communications with the "Reckless Dawn".
The Hammers of the Lewd will rotate to your position and hold the cannon.
The Lightening Lances have secured the main engine core and are beginning the re-ignition ritual. This is expected to take 48 and 72 hours but limited power is currently available.
Contact them when you have secured communication hub A to power the communicator.
A map of the ship has been secured and is attached to this communication.
End transmission>>
You receive a schematic of the ship on your Datapads.
It shows that Communications hub A is located in a towers several floors up and it can be accessed either by going through the ship or climbing on outside of the hull.
<<Orders received and understood. Steel Seekers out.>>
Jak turns to the rest of the Steel Seekers, "We are to relinquish Macro Cannon 24D to the Hammers of the Lewd and move up in the Omnissiah's Wraith to take control of communications hub A. The Lightning Lances are working to restore power to the vessel and will be able to provide the power we need to establish communications with the Reckless Dawn, which I infer to be another vessel, but one that has not yet fallen. We have been provided with a map of the Omnissiah's Wraith and can go through the ship or up the outer hull."
"Sounds good. I say inside. Falling to our deaths sounds like a pile of no good."
I'm fine with either way, the stairs in this place are just as dangerous I feel..
"Yeah but shooting the mutant might do something the ground is something I can do less about."
As the transmission ends the lights above your head begin to flicker as power pulses through them.
After an hours wait the Hammers of the Lewd (easily recognised by the bright pink hammer carried by their leader) arrive at your position to relieve you.
"Oh God Emporer that was a lot of stairs. I tell ya you'd had sexy pair of legs on ya if ya did that every day and I do like a man with a good pair of legs" the leader said leaning against the wall, panting.
If you make a slight detour on your way to the com tower you can swing by something marked sub barracks A.
The currents of the warp are being dragged down into the heart of this ship, as though their drawn by something
Krevlor makes sure there's a freshly loaded charge pack in his lasgun before checking over his other gear. "No one have a bloody heart attack on the way up."
Notch does likewise, and makes sure that his crude warknife can move freely from its sheath.
"Bloody muties took some killing!"
Going wherever the group points.
"Greetings, Hammers of the Lewd. May the Machine guide your aim when the time comes to deploy this weapon."
Jak gathers his las carbine and looks over at Notch, "There is an estimated 87.4% probability that the Steel Seekers will benefit by a visit to these 'barracks', and a 32.56% probability that the entire encampment below will likewise benefit. I strongly support this action. Can you guide or direct our path?"
It takes you about an hour to get to the barracks, it would have taken less but you had to make 3 detors because Duncan thought some of the paths were too small.
Inside you find rows of empty cupboards and rotted beds, with strange mushrooms growing in one corner.
At the back of the room you find an locked door marked:
Riot gear storage Area A
A small key pad glows softly to the left of the door.
On it are written the words: Please enter access code
Well, you think you can break the code Jak? I doubt the access code is just lying around anywhere nearby.
Davien asks as he looks over the strange mushrooms,
Krevlor leaves the machine spirits to those with the training and pays some attention to the mushrooms wondering if they might be useful.
Jak approaches the keypad, looking it over and searching for an MIU access point.
As Krevlor prods the mushrooms they shiver and let out a puff of spores
"Do you want some help, Jak?", asks Notch.