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Oh, I know you're enjoying this... thinks Alex, while hanging outside. Despite all attempts of the priest to provoke him, he resists the urge to say, "Ooh, I bet you say that to all the young boys wandering around in here." But he's damn close.

Going back to his quarters, he crashes on his cot and says, "That was exciting, I'm hoping we can do it again reaaal soon." to Gillian. She rolls her eyes, passing over a flask of contraband. "Gill, sunshine, do you got a spare lho-stick, I swear the quartermaster's out to get me. I haven't got my monthly rations since... last week?" He pretends to think for a moment, then says, "Oh. So that's why I haven't got them yet."

He chugs down a bit of the contraband, noticing how it's almost the same as raenka, only much worse in taste, smell and texture, then put his staff next to the cot and starts snoring.

"Lead on, my friend. Need a small breather?" asks Alex, looking over the huffing acolyte. After a short walk, Alex arrives and knocks on the door to the Sanctum Ministorum. "Hello? Specialist Kaminsky reporting for the rites.", he says in a rather normal voice. If this all turns to be some sort of elaborate prank, I'm blaming Iginon..., thinks Alex, as he smiles at the Acolyte.

Alex smirks as the words comfortable, wet and oily are mentioned, then nods. "I see, sir. Is he at least going to buy me dinner first?" he says, excusing himself to leave after Iginon gives him the reply to the joke.

Walking out of the psykana office, Alex waves at Gillian to come over, leaving a relieved look on the scribe's face, and he takes a stroll to Lillia, dropping his last Telumen ration pack to her.

Down the corridor, Alex turns towards Gillian, muttering, "You know, you probably shouldn't be that hard on the scribes. I only listen to like every eighth word you say, and I've turned out alright!" before receiving a solid slap on the back of his head. "Fine, I get it. I deserved that. I love you, Gill."

Grinning at Iginon, Alex replies, "Actually today he was kind enough to call me a psyker. It seems his indomitable scrutiny managed to finally notice the fact after all this time. Smart lad, he is."

"So, what kind of sanctions and rites are we facing, sir?" he continues, glancing over Gillian chatting away to one of the scribes.

Alex looks at the 1SG, and put on the largest smile he's capable of, salutes him, and says, "Yessir! Right away, sir! For the Emperor!"

Choke on a bayonet, Chris. Alex then proceeds to go and get the Psyker Primaris, knocking politely on his door.

"Sir? Our Sanction Warden, in his infinite wisdom and piety decided to have us go to the Sanctum Ministorum for blessings. He didn't mention what rites we're supposed to go through, though I doubt they involve R&R.", he says as soon as he's in a position to report.

Hearing about the other companies' failure compared to the rather successful endavour, Alex loses his smile for a bit, before a unit commendation is mentioned. "Go on, Kelliber's!"

Upon hearing about the Tau, Alex sighs. No brain-probing for me, then... Well, a rebar to the face hurts them as much as it hurts me. And I hear they got quite the guns... As Kroot as mentioned, he says, under his nose, but loud enough for Gillian to hear and roll her eyes, "Just when I hoped these ration pack would give some meat on my bones, the Kroot are after it."

"The "honorable" thing to do would be killing as many of these heretics as quickly and efficiently as possible, am I right, or am I right?", says Alex, looking for some support from the crew.

As Alex sees the Commander waiting for questions to be asked, he waits until all the reasonable ones have been asked, before chipping in with a joke. "Sir, are the Tau and Kroot digestible? Ol' Mindflayer's been having tummy-aches recently, and I don't want these traitors and scum to disrupt his digestion. He's a big baby sometimes." As the image of the old, scarred stalker appears in people's heads, 'baby' isn't a word any of them would use.

Alex sits and watches, knowing that people are somewhat wary of psykers. "Don't seem to be corrupted by the warp, sir. All I managed to see is that they're mutants, but not daemons. Somewhat weak-minded, as well, as Sgt. Kelliber already said. Though it was funny to see them beating each other to death." Alex seems quite happy and relaxed, unlike the guardsman sitting next to him, listening about Warp powers forcing friends to turn into foes.

Gillian just sighs quietly as he whispers to the guy in detail how minds are easily twisted and manipulated.

"Sorry, Rory. Have a lho-stick." he says as the guardsman's cold sweat approaches the point where it can't be ignored anymore. A packet of rather crushed lho-sticks appears from Alex's pocket, as he takes one out and gives it to the man.

"Can we get any advice from you, sir?" asks Alex, looking around to see if someone is smoking, and if so, lights up a lho-stick.

Alex wakes up in his cabin, and notices his staff, string of grenade pins and Imperial Guardsman's Uplifting Primer laying on his footlocker. He stands up, armours up and heads to the briefing room, trying to look as mysterious and busy as possible.

"Sarge! Reporting for duty! I have to report, sir, I couldn't find the Raenka for the R&R!" says Alex, smiling and breaking his rather bad illusion at being busy, passing the Sergeant a packet of Good Quality Ration Packs, with a salute.

Alex walks in the barracks, limping a bit. Seeing Moran, he waves and go over to her. "Hey, Moran! That was fun now, wasn't it? Excited to get to the planet? No offence, but I'm getting rather tired of this ship." As he finishes his last sentence, he looks over to a crewwoman performing services nearby, and gives her a wide grin.

Leaning over to Moran, he drops her a ration pack, and winks at her. "I'm going to Grigori's, I want to check if some... things I found are not something I shouldn't have found. You coming?"

Alex would have tried to take an autogun, tried to remove the red-dot sight. He'd probably ask Grigori to do that for him, then he'd return the autogun to the quartermaster. He will also take a frag grenade, and let the techpriest inspect that.

Ready for the briefing.

Looking at the gear, Alex smiles at Camael and says, "Well, instead of looking at these two negative options, let's look at the fact that tonight's meal may not taste like chicken for once and we probably got rebreathers that don't smell like dead men's breath. Or, more like many dead men's breath. At least they aren't touched by the warp, their minds are as vulnerable as any."

He then reaches and pockets some of the rations, looking around for a commissar.

A ratling is sure to enjoy some of these... maybe even enough to get a favour later on...

Standing up, he then turns to the rest, "Well, I'd personally like to go to the medbay. With a pistol or two under the pillow. Sarge, where we going?", he says, leaning on his staff.

"Liam, you know just the thing to say after a hard earned victory. Not to be a dick about it, but did you get morale trained by the Krieg?", says Alex, grinning wildly at Liam as he's making a friendly jab. His against-regiment-regulation pony tail has completely left the knot, and he's trying to fix it.

"Well, that's everyone alive. My leg hurts, though. That traitor got me good, but I got his grenades now.", says Alex, holding up a couple of frag grenades from the guy who died in the psykic friendly fire.

"So, anyone got a lho-stick? These guys had none, the affront to the Emperor as they are...", he keeps ranting on, until he gets a shove by Gillian.

If the GM could roll my dodge roll, if one is needed, that'd be nice, rolling versus 18. Sorry for that, stressful couple of days/week at work, can only do a couple of posts per day, so I'm trying to do them pre-emptively.

Dodge: 1d100 ⇒ 93

Alex fails to dodge completely, and is hit quite badly by the attacker.

Assail, VS 71: 1d100 ⇒ 70
He then tears out a loose railing and projects it straight to the guy's head.

Damage, 2 pen: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 Come on, damage dice...

He then takes aim to hit the man with his staff the moment he's done reeling backwards.

It seems like our comrades have a slight dislike of the sergeant. That, or they are the most cowardly bunch to hit the Imperial Guard.

Alex shoots for the closest Telumen.

Single Shot, Short Range = 37.5m, VS 52: 1d100 ⇒ 48
Damage, Pen 2: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Alex lands a shot to one of the soldiers, who doesn't seem to be caring all that much.

He mutters, "Drusus' balls...", and draws his staff. Or knife, if the staff isn't with his regimental gear. I assume it would be, though.

As he's taking out the staff, he makes an intimidating swipe in front of one of the Telumen going in his direction, waving his fingers to have him come forward.

Alex waits for someone to come closer, then launches a barrel his way.

Assail, PR, VS 71: 1d100 ⇒ 23 4 degrees of success

Damage, torso, pen 2: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Distance: 1d5 ⇒ 1

"Keep the scenery coming! I'll let 'em have it!", he shouts, seeing the lasfire being even less effective than usual.

Come closer, you bastards...

I could really use my staff right now... Screw that, my Stalker right now...

Alex takes aim at the hooded man and shoots his Lascarbine.

BS, +10 half aim versus 42: 1d100 ⇒ 8
Damage, Pen 2: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Alex shouts, "Moran, you alright?", then rushes forward to cover, trying to get closer to the intersection.

He then waits at the sarge's orders, ready to shoot his Lascarbine, turned to Overcharge at the first enemy that approaches.

If possible, Alex will toss the bodies around kinetically away from the group. If not able to do it at Fettered level, 1d100 + 1d100 + 1d100 ⇒ (67) + (18) + (78) = 163 Not adding, just making three rolls. No Phenomena.

"On it, Sarge. Bit hard to outrun Moran, though!" Alex shifts forward, and starts tossing the bodies around to the corridor's walls.

Letting the others go past him, Alex follows closely, holding his lascarbine.

"So, any pales in sight?", he whispers to the team.

GM, could we get more clarification on the current events or location?

I also felt the need to shout It's a trap! I will take any and all XP penalties, related to this decision.

What happened to my Assail?
Survival: 1d100 ⇒ 5 VS. 37

"Stay away from the corpses! It's a trap!", shouts Alex as he sees the rest of Kelliber's Killers approach from the smoke.

"Do you see any targets?", he says, as they come closer.

Hope you're well, GM!

No worries on the posts, RL comes first. That's also the reason I only post twice a day.

Of course, just slipped my mind, sorry. Thanks for reminding me.

Alex takes a look around, trying to get a grasp of the current combat situation.

What did my 1 on the Perception test give me? Would hate to waste a 1.

Awareness: 1d100 ⇒ 51 Versus 22

"The Munitorum would've gotten a gold star from me if they gave us the preysense now... Now, I'd settle for just a couple of Astartes. Cover me, Moran, I want that stubber, and I want it now!", Alex gives Athenee a wink and a smile, and dashes once more in the direction of the Heavy Stubber.

Tactical Advance

Alex looks at Athenee trying to run forward, and thinks , Might as well go with my plan..., as he runs trying to catch up to her.

Also Tactical Advance.

"Think we're deep enough now?", he says, as he arrives at the cover.

Alright. Got that. Also, I put this in my other games as well, I'm working 12 hours a day, pretty much every day, so I'm just posting stuff before and after work, so expect long delays. You can bot me if I'm the only person missing, I have no trouble with that.

Cheers.

Awareness: 1d100 ⇒ 1 Versus 32, or 42 if hearing

Right, so now I got a 1.

Letting people know, my plan is to get close to the guy/gal in the Stubber, and Dominate him/her into mowing their own troops. For the Psyker is hopefully getting them to Push and do the same. Sounds pretty good?

GM, I wonder if it's possible to decide what thing I'm throwing with Assail? For instance, can I throw objects that are in someone's possession, such as a heavy weapon at the guy behind it? Or is the 'tear things up' thing just flavour? I'm fine either way, but beating a man to death with his own gun is even more spectacular when you're doing it from 40 meters away.

Also, Kelliber's Killers, hell yeah.

EDIT: One more question, since I obviously can't understand the book at all. I know Psyker powers, like anything else, have a range, which varies on the PR, more than anything. Do they also have Long, Short, and Extreme Ranges? It's just some of these questions that you can't get an answer for from the book, so I'm asking the GM that.

Also, what do Techpriests wear as underwear? Red Briefs?

Alex runs forward, ducks in cover, then looks at the man who shot the Sergeant, his eyes glowing. A knocked over helmet smashes in the man's leg.

Assail: 1d100 ⇒ 58 Versus WP 46+10(Assail)+10(2PR)+5(Psy Focus)=71

Damage: 1d10 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11 Pen 2

Quietly, he whispers, "Nobody shoots our NCO's but us..."

I cast my vote there as well, which I believe leaves us in the majority?

Unless the Sgt. feels uncomfortable with that, of course.

Alex follows closely behind, holding the carbine in one hand, holding the other one on his Aquila amulet. He rolls his eyes at Carno, and then asks quietly, "Anyone has a clue what we're up against?"

Agility Test: 1d100 ⇒ 58

Alex falls on the ground, then quickly opens his eyes and ducks to the side, avoiding Gillian, who lands on her butt next to him.
"At least we ain't in quarantine any more. I was getting tired of Liam's snoring. Liam? You awake, man?." Alex puts on his armor as quickly as possible and grabs a Lascarbine.

He then trots at a quick pace, making sure he's not being first in line, ready for action.

I don't think it's the case here, but as Alex has Warp Sense, Psyniscience is a passive skill for him, just as Perception, so the GM is probably the person to roll these when the time comes.

Alex nods at the Primaris and lays down on the cot.

"Well said, Techpriest. Though, I'd rather be happy for them, for they have left a life without the light of the Emperor. Keeping it positive, you know. Who knows, maybe we'll get sent to a nice planet, full of beaches and attractive locals next time!", says Alex, smiling at Grigori.

"Soo... anybody has a lho-stick?", he says again, when the silence settles again.

The sacred Unguents of the W, D and the #40 are indeed worthy of scripture :D

Alex is sitting in the quarantine zone quietly, then turns to the scribes and breaks the silence. "Guys, do you know what's the difference between a traitor and an onion? You don't cry when you're slicing a traitor."

He watches with a grin as the majority cringes at the bad joke, and then turns to Iginon, "Primaris, any advice for the field? Anything that I should know, Warp-related or otherwise?"

Considering the make-up of our Platoon, may I suggest 'The Irregulars' for a name? Or perhaps the 'Night Claws'? Anyway, I suggest everyone, including the GM, gives their suggestion in the Discussion thread, and we decide.

"Don't worry about Gillian, I'm pretty sure she's on a first name basis with the entire Black Fleet by now. I, however, don't like being a red smear on the decking. It's the first thing they teach you NOT to do in Psyker training.", he says, returning the smile.

"Deal. Operation Mechanized Psyker is a go! Thanks, Moran, see you tomorrow in the quarantine!"

Going over to the Techpriests' compound, Alex puts the crates down and knocks on the doors, purposefully ignoring the door mechanism. "Grigori! What has two thumbs, psykic powers and a lovely present for you? You got two tries to guess!", he says loudly, as the doors are opened by an annoyed looking Techpriest, who changes his demeanor considerably when he sees the Omnissiah's symbol on the crates.

Leaving the crates on the floor, and wiping his brow, he grins at Grigori and says, "I'd usually tell you to wait for your birthday, but I suppose it's a bit weird with you lads. Is it constuction day or something? Nevermind. In either case, enjoy. And, please, don't try and save the packaging." He then takes a step back and does a dramatic gesture towards the boxes.

Going down to the maintainance hangar, Alex goes by Athenee, and coughs loudly as she's busy performing maintainance. "Moran! I'd say that I came here just to see you, but that'd be lying. It's the first time I'm supposed to carry stuff around this place here, and I got a lot of parts for Gregori and his nutters. Fancy telling me where I can find them?", giving a bright smile.

"When are you going to take me on a spin in this thing? Ol' Mindflayer is fun and all, but I don't really like spending half an hour washing every piece of equipment I got off his stench. Plus, it seats two, right?", he asks, Assuming she's leading him/showing the techpriest's compound.

"Oh, Corporal Phillips, I also got a form for a suit of Carapace armor, but I lost it. Can I still get it?", says Alex after picking up the crates carefully.

Passing by 1st Sgt. Chris, Alex puts down the crate, salutes, and continues onward, mumbling just loud enough for him to hear, "I think I sense something ominous..."

No worries. I only played Only War once before, but once we ended up in an underhive with Ogryn-sized uniforms, 3 dozens of Grav Chutes and nothing else last time I rolled for Logistics, though, so, keep that in mind.

Aw... The survivor in me wanted to roll 1 less, so we could have Storm Trooper Carapace. The RPG player in me wants to see what would happen if I were to Assail someone with a primed demolition charge. The Ork in me wants to see what would happen if we strapped 24 of them on a vehicle and let it loose on the enemy.

Also, those servitor parts should come in handy now.

Now that I've got it, I'd roll, since noone else seems to be willing to take the risk of receiving the duffle bags of dirty clothes, and to speed things up.

Rolling for Squad
Sample Set, vs 60: 1d100 ⇒ 18

Sweet! I suggest from now on, the first one to post at mission assignment gear rolls, to avoid suspicions about cheating the system and speeding things up?

Random Issue Gear: 1d100 + 20 ⇒ (4) + 20 = 24
Random Issue Gear: 1d100 + 20 ⇒ (71) + 20 = 91

Alex takes the requisition sheet from Sgt. Kelliber, and rushes to the quartermaster. The quartermaster looks at the forms, punches something into his console, and then looks at Alex and Gillian, who smile innocently. He then takes a deep draw from his lho-stick and very carefully puts it away before going to check the contents of the crates and then silently gives the form to be signed by Alex.

"Don't smoke near that.", he says, as Alex returns the form.

Alex turns to Gillian, and slowly speaks in a low voice, "Well... At least we can't complain there isn't enough explosions happening now. Wonder if I can launch one of them telepathically, when it's prime- Ow, ow, ow, stop hitting me!", he says, after Gillian punches him in the shoulder, hissing "ALEX KAMINSKY!"

So, basically, we now have enough explosions for about half a campaign. Who votes we use it in the first encounter?

I agree completely on the sample list, let's go with it.

So, if I was to roll for my personal item, which as my rank, which probably, while Specialist, is equal to Private now, do I roll vs. 30(Rank 10 + 20 Location)

Actually, I think I got it now.

No armor for me then.

Still don't know if the rolls are personal or not, but in case they are, Logistics: 1d100 ⇒ 45 vs. 50 for the Carapace Armor.

As a Psyker, most of these things are alright with me, though the Carapace is the thing I'd want the most, from the suggested gear.

"So we got ourselves a poop sandwich. Let's gather up enough mustard and salt to make it edible, neh? Scrounge up what you can, ya heard the brief in there; like as not we won't be seeing a supply drop for some time planetside. I don't wanna have to rely on our knives and fists against gun servitors and snipers."

"Sarge, your analogies make me feel... worried sometimes. But, as always, the deal is the same - you point me toward something, I have it shooting itself in the head. Or just throw a big rock at it, it always works. Sir.", and he gives a strong salute, just on the edge of being too much.

Turning to Athenee, he then says smiling, "Moran, there's nobody else I'd rather crash into a planet's surface than you. Except maybe Gillian here, but she already knows that. Now if only I can remember if I fed Ol' Mindflayer today..."

What are the Logistics penalties, what is our standart Logistics Roll, and do we only get 1 roll?

Awareness vs. 6: 1d100 ⇒ 18

"Well, no sense in lying around, then! Let's go get some recaf, and leave our comrades in the meeting. Come on, Gil! About snipers, remember, always be around someone more important than you." Alex stands up from the chair and follows the rest of the team.

Going up to the sergeant, Alex asks, "Sarge, what's the plan?"

Alex sits down in one of the last chairs, Gillian sitting next to him. "So what's this all about?", whispers Alex to one of the others,"Every time I go and ask where we're going, I get "To bring glory to the Emperor!". The truest cause of any, but I get the feeling people don't like me in here." He then smiles, leaning back on the chair.

Can I suggest opening up the Gameplay thread, so that we can dot it? I've grown quite reliant on the Campaign tag these days.

Also, Psyker is ready and operational.

Yeah, I'm keeping the powers. Dominate and Assail, just to confirm.

Sorry if I came up as being pushy, it wasn't intentional.

Any character special information for Alex, GM? I feel kinda left out, you know. :)

I am generally happy with tailor fitted Perils of the Warp. I think that Alex would mostly be focusing on Psyker powers, XP-wise, be it in PR, new abilities or Talents. By mostly, I mean pretty much all of it.