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Willpower vs 52: 1d100 ⇒ 48, 1 DoS.

Anatoly looks out over the approaching foes, sensors and eyes alike fixed forward toward the Heretek Magos and his abominations. Luckily, for the sake of appearances, this is nothing out of the ordinary for Anatoly when faced with a new foe. Behind the safety of his armor's blank faceplate, Anatoly's face registers a profound dread at the possibility of being captured and corrupted by this horrific perversion of the Omnissiah's sacred Will.

He is incapable, however, of neglecting his duties for something so minor as existential dread. Anatoly recovers the two bugs from the exhausted trooper and activates them with a short binaric cant as the four before and they scuttle off toward the data vaults.

The sound of a lasgun firing draws his attention back to the barricade just in time to see the rush of the three rat-like abominations. Another short burst of binaric cant assigns targets for the two servitors. The thunder of four heavy stubbers fills the air as they both turn and fire at the left of the approaching rat-creature-machines in eerily synchornized unison.

Initiative: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6.

As Anatoly takes a step back from the second servitor, the usual machine-like precision of his movements seems to be a little off as if he is just a bit dizzy. There is a sizzling sound and three of the smaller dendrites that Anatoly used to interface with the servitors are abruptly jettisoned from his sleeve to land upon the floor smoking slightly. A faint purple glow quickly fades from the ejected pieces.

The servitor standing in front of Anatoly suddenly begins powering back up to its normal condition of readiness and, sith both servitors now online and under his control, Anatoly turns to the entrance to the cogitator shrine and addresses the two servitors, "IFF Parameter Update: Clear prior IFF parameters, authorization <binaric cant>. IFF Parameter update: Serenus 1st forces designate: Friend. Record: Serenus 1st identification insignia." Anatoly holds up a badge of the Serenus 1st for both servitors to identify, "Mission Parameter Update: Defend Serenus 1st from any aggression. Assume defense posture Twelve-Gamma-Seven. Execute."

The servitors both emit a very short burst of binaric cant and start plodding toward the entrance to the room, their weapons coming up and online as they move.

Anatoly turns to the newcomer and, though his voice is not harsh, it does carry a distinct note of urgency, "Trooper, you have done well in delivering your charges. If you are not injured then bring those devices to me. Time escapes us all."

Anatoly's voice is calm as he continues his work sparing only a brief glance upwards, "If you feel the need, by all means, Trooper MacGuyver, defend us. We must remain here until the bugs finish their work." Without the time to aim or to understand the pattern, anatoly knows his chances of hitting the madly gyrating targets are precisely zero and he turns his attention to finishing the first servitor.

Hey guys, sorry for the radio silence. It seems that Paizo has eaten another of my posts. I will get it re-typed and re-posted in the morning.

Identify vulnerable location.
Knowledge(Tech) vs 44: 1d100 ⇒ 35.

Anatoly studies the servitor for a moment longer, then beckons Simmins over. He points to a specific, armored spot on the back of its head, "Aim your melta weapon here, Olways, and if it starts to move, shoot it until it stops moving." pointing to three other locations on the servitor, he says, "Also here, here, and here. Its main power coupling, logic controller, and primary motivator." He then walks over to the other servitor, glancing toward where the bugs have disappeared into their assigned vaults.

Stopping before the second servitor, Anatoly increases the volume of his vocabulator, "Sergeant, in the interest of communication, I will now attempt to turn these servitors to our service. Should I start smoking, making any sounds like those that so recently came from the speakers, or anything else untoward, sever the connection and kill the servitors. MacGuyver, as the most technically trained here, should I fail, the success of the bugs will fall to you. You may assist me here if you choose. At this access panel, you will activate the command circuits as I direct you." Leaving no time at all for discussion, Anatoly's dendrites snake out of the sleeve of his robe and plug into the command interface on the servitor furthest from the door.

After a short time, Anatoly disconnects from the servitor and moves over to the other one, shaking his head a little before he once again gestures MacGuyver to the command circuits and connects his MIU to the command interface.

Almost absently Anatoly responds, "Not just yet, we have a short time." Anatoly studies the servitor for a moment before turning back to the data stores and pulling the four data miners from beneath his robes. With skilled motions Anatoly activates the devices one by one and sets them on the floor. A series of small appendages sprout from them, giving a distinct insectile look and they make a short skittering motion away toward the large data stores. Anatoly makes another of the horrible, static noises and the four bugs seem to pause for a moment as if waiting for instructions.

Lore(Mechanicus) vs 34: 1d100 ⇒ 45.

Anatoly flinches as the distorted machine code shrieks through the air. Having to damper his auditory receptors, he misses what little he might have been able to glean from the corrupted signal. Once it is over, he turns to the Sergeant, "Sergeant, the other Probe units are each carrying four of the Zeta-Omicron-97 Data Breach-Unravel-Glean units. I need those devices to accelerate this stage of the mission. Whatever that corrupt machine code was meant to communicate, it cannot be good news for us. The additional Guardsmen would not be unwelcome either."

Turning back to the 4 bugs on the floor, the impression or waiting for orders is confirmed moments later when Anatoly emits four seemingly identical bursts of binaric cant and the bugs skitter away, changing from their initial courses and heading into separate data vaults.

Anatoly turns back to the servitors and the waiting Simmins, "Now, Trooper Olways, shall we address the question of the servitors."

A few seconds after the burst of binaric cant, and right on the heels of the heavy bolter salvo, Anatoly's head jerks upwards as he receives some unexpected information. Turning his head toward the Sergeant, Anatoly speaks rapidly as a hum starts to build seeming to originate from Anatoly's lower body, "Sir, my gambit seems to have worked. Two of the servitors are shutting down for a maintenance cycle. We have a one minute window when they will be mostly deactivated. I am going to see about a more permanent deactivation. Trooper MacGuyver's assistance would be valuable."

Under the impression that he has adequately conveyed the information and his intended course of action, Anatoly leaps from behind the cover and sprints toward the server room. The humming changes to a very fast rhythm as he sprints straight past the damaged servitor with speed he has never before displayed.

Using sprint talent. Covers 48 meters in a single run action.
To put this in perspective, the best 50m dash record time is 5.56 seconds. Our combat rounds are, I think, about three seconds?

Anatoly decides to try something. Perhaps these are not new creations of these Hereteks, and are merely coopted by the traitors. If that is the case, there is a small chance that his authority as an enginseer may allow him to command them...if they will recognize his general Mechanicus authority codes. Well, there is little to be lost in the attempt. Activating his external vocabulator with sufficient volume to reach the sentry servitors over the nascent battle, Anatoly emits a burst of binaric cant. Though it means nothing to the organics coming from behind, Anatoly hopes that it will have an effect on the servitors.

Scrutiny vs 44: 1d100 ⇒ 4.

Anatoly's many implanted sensors constantly scan the area and everyone in it. It is as natural to him as it once was to simply look around and listen. The amount of data he collects is much higher now, and he notices with ease the change in the Sergeant's eye dilation, posture, breathing, and heartbeat. The data, cross referenced to a database implanted in his skull, inevitably leads to one irrefutable conclusion: the Sergeant no longer believes the mission can succeed.

Anatoly knows also, thanks to another store of data, that doubt is infectious in a military unit in the field and one of the most certain predictors of defeat. Therefore, he does not voice his concerns though his attention does linger for a moment on the Sergeant. Instead he turns to face their objective, raising his las rifle and training his ballistic mechadendrite toward his assigned target. As he does so, his two other mechedendrites come around, one clamping firmly to a beam in the side of the corridor, and the other rising to provide a stable firing brace for Anatoly.

Aim and Brace.

"You could try swearing a bit, true it's a very "organic" response, but it might soothe the soul just a touch."

"Indeed, Trooper McGregor, I included common profanity in my evaluation. Even a considerable amount of uncommon profanity and no small amount of blasphemy."

Upon MacGuyver's return and report, Anatoly stands there, seeming unresponsive to the situation save for the occasional twiching of his mechadendrites. That assessment would be entirely inaccurate, however, for his highly augmented mind is hard at work searching for a solution.

Lore(Tech) vs 64:1d100 ⇒ 65, 1 DoF. Um .. riiiight.
This seems important enough for a fate point.
Lore(Tech) vs 64:1d100 ⇒ 2, 7 DoS. There it is!

After a moment of furiously searching the data stored within his skull, Anatoly is on the verge of returning a negative-knowledge response when his search subroutines uncover relevant data. He turns to the Sergeant, "Sir. If we surmise that their programming follows standard guard-servitor combat subroutines, it is probable that we can draw up to half their number a moderate distance from their assigned area. The problem is that if we do so, the alarm will certainly be raised and further enemies will converge on the highly indefensible target chamber. We will need a two, or even three pronged approach." He begins ticking points off on his fingers, "Primus: The distraction to draw one or two of the servitors away from the target. Secundus: The elimination of any servitors who remain behind. Tertius: The deployment of the Zeta-Omicron-97 Data Breach-Unravel-Glean units."

"The servo-skulls are certainly detection and communication platforms, though they are also probably lightly armed. They should be fairly easily destroyed, but approaching them through stealth may be difficult. Destroying them will not be the simple answer to our problem, for the loss of their signal will, with 86.39% certainty, in itself raise the alarm."

Acrobatics vs 36: 1d100 ⇒ 30.

A combination of machine-like attention to detail, and two powerful mechadendrites allow Anatoly to move through the passages and climb the poorly-maintained ladders with no undue difficulty. Those nearest him will occasionally hear him mutter some imprecations about those who would neglect even this humble of a section of one of the Omnissiah's works.

Tech-Use vs 52: 1d100 ⇒ 78.

As he steps into the hallway, his senses, both organic and otherwise, are assaulted by the desecration of this once-majestic place. He frequently glances to one side or the other as if seeing something only he can see, or cocks his head as if hearing something inaudible to those around him. He does not say much beyond quietly muttering, "If this is not enough to fully display the corruption of those we oppose, I do not know how to string together enough words in all the languages of Man to adequately do so.

Awareness vs 54:1d100 ⇒ 87.

Oblivious to anything more in the Sergeant's statement, Anatoly paces up becide MacGuyver and looks over the map, quickly orienting himself to the task.

Logic vs 64: 1d100 ⇒ 18, 5 DoS.
Logic vs 64: 1d100 ⇒ 27, 4 DoS.

After a moment, he taps a couple of commands into the dataslate and the view flips 180 degrees and rotates slightly. A few more commands and an alternate route to the objective is marked out on the map. He nods briefly in satisfaction before returning his attention to the surrounding corridor. Anatoly turns his powerful augur to the task of finding any kind of surveillance devices in their vicinity while absently ingesting the ordered ration and water.

Tech-Use vs 94:1d100 ⇒ 74, 1 DoS.

Lore, Common (Imperial Guard)vs 64: 1d100 ⇒ 17.
Not sure if this is enough to know of ratlings.

Anatoly dislikes the mutated creature. It is a pervesion of perfection as much as the Heretikal servitors were. But the mission to destroy the Heretikal cult is the highest consideration, so his only reaction to them is a twitching in his mechadendrites as he follows the, to his mind, corrupted creature.

Before leaving the cubby, Anatoly distributes a small mechanical device to each member of the squad and shows them how to activate it saying only, "This will enhance your ability to move silently, but can only operate for approximately twenty minutes before needing to be recharged."

The device is a stummer. +30 to stealth for up to 20 min.

His reply to Kenneth comes quietly over the priest's combead, <<Have no fear, priest, I will be most closely following the creature for I do not trust her. I will be alert for detection methods that may betray our presence.>>

Acrobatics vs 16: 1d100 ⇒ 23.
Willpower vs 71: 1d100 ⇒ 97.

Anatoly forces his way through the tunnel until one of his mechdendrites gets wedged into a narrow spot. Trying to dislodge himself he succeeds only in getting even more firmly jammed in place. The close quarters and darkness manage to overwhelm his mind for a few seconds and the only sound he makes is heavy breathing and futile struggling.

Snap out of it! 1d100 ⇒ 9.
Athletics vs 34: 1d100 ⇒ 56.
Athletics vs 34: 1d100 ⇒ 33.

Anatoly's highly ordered mind rejects the irrational fear almost immediately, but it still takes him a little time to dislodge himself from the spot into which he had ceomce wedged. If he was prone to strong emotions, he would be highly annoyed and embarrassed by the event, but instead he simply proceeds down the stairs more carefully.

I ain't smart sir, but that ain't mechanicum tech! Simmins says with his knife still out but his other hand held up in a universal stop motion.

Anatoly inclines his head in the direction of Simmins and speaks with his normal voice, "To the contrary, Simmins, this is not only an Imperial pattern, it is one of the oldest. The STC for this firearm can be built by even unskilled workers with the most primitive of resources."

"These are questions that can be answerred later. We need to take cover in this compartment. Everyone inside." Anatoly advances into the chamber, clearing space behind himself for the others.

Anatoly considers the situation for a long moment - long for a Mechanicus adept anyway - before turning his head toward Kenneth. He uses the vox so as to prevent the mutants from hearing his words, <<I calculate a 93.87% chance that our mission will be detected prematurely if we engage in hostilities with these creatures. Delaying the possibility of detection is of utmost importance for the success of our mission. If I can resist the entirely righteous imperative to destroy these heretikal servitors for the sake of the mission, then I ask that you resist the entirely righteous imperative to do the same here.>>

Anatoly ignores the comment and finishes his scan before turning to the rest of the squad, <<There is is at least one human life sign inside this room. We do not have time to make it back to the other door we passed. We will enter here. Weapons ready, but no firearms. The patrol we are avoiding is too close and will hear the discharge of our weapons.>>

Anatoly waits a moment to ensure the rest of the squad is readying melee weapons before turning back to the door. His clampy and clawed mechadendrites come to life, spreading out slightly and flexing their business ends. Once the squad is ready, he extends the multikey and tries to open the door.

Security (if needed) vs 74: 1d100 ⇒ 13.
Tech-Use (if needed) vs 84: 1d100 ⇒ 63.

I forgot to hand out stummers to everyone. I will do that in just a sec.

EDIT: Just a sec in game that is....

As kenneth moves toward the door, Anatoly steps forward, effectively interposing himself between the priest and the door control. Anatoly's voice is quiet as he explains to Kenneth, "I am not simply staring, as you say. I have been blessed by the Omnissiah with many gifts. Among them are powerful sensors with which I am attempting to scan the room beyond the door to ascertain if it is safe for us to enter. If you will but be patient for a moment longer, your Holiness."

Tech Use vs 52: 1d100 ⇒ 45.

Anatoly recoils from the servitors as they pass, stepping quickly aside from them. Only the importance of a successful mission keeps his array of weapons from eradicating these abominations from the galaxy. From the way the las weapon integrated into his ballistic mechadendrite begins to glow slightly from deep within its barrel, he stays his hand by only the narrowest of margins.

Anatolys voice returns over the combead, though he does not actually speak, <<Avoidance confirmed. Collapse back upon main body if cover/concealment not available.>>

Even as he responds on the combead, Anatoly turns back to one of the doors they had pass and seems to simply stare intently at it.

Using auger array (functions as full auspex) to scan beyond the door for active life signs or cachine signatures.
Tech-Use vs 81: 1d100 ⇒ 71, 2 DoS.
If the door is more than 50cm thick it will probably degrade the signal if it is not blocked entirely.

Anatoly's mechadendrites twich as he visibly shudders in revulsion. His voice is as even and pasionless as usual, "If it comes to that, Gunner Olways, judicious application of solid projectile ammunition should suffice for these. Move aside from them for now, and do not engage unless they initiate hostilities. Our best chance of putting an ened to this Heretekical abuse of the Omnissiah's knowledge still lies in stealth for now."

So saying, two of Anatoly's mechadendrites reach out and pick up the squad's cargo and he moves aside from the servitors, clearing their path to the casket. As if to belie his calm words, Anatoly's ballistic mechadendrite, while barely clearing his should to remain inconspicuous, tracks the movements of the servitors.

Base (Second specialist):25
Time spent in front -10
Front active +30
War condition -20
Critical Mission +20
TN: 45

Laud Hailer (scarce -10) vs 35: 1d100 ⇒ 82
4 Stummers for squad (average +0, quantity -5) vs 40: 1d100 ⇒ 8
Static Generator (very rare -30) vs 15: 1d100 ⇒ 86
3 Screamers (scarce -10, quantity -5) vs 30: 1d100 ⇒ 60
Power Axe (very rare -30) vs 15: 1d100 ⇒ 92
Multikey (scarce -10) vs 35: 1d100 ⇒ 13

WOW .. the dice hate me today!

After helping his fellows to get themselves and their gear stowed, Anatoly takes hi place on the sled. He utters a prayer of thanks to the Omnissiah in a quick burst of binaric cant as two of his mechadendrites reach out and clamp onto features on the sled that seem placed for just such a use. Now properly braced bare seconds before the scheduled departure, he stands impassively as the sled starts to move.

MacGuyver, always the one to blend in, easily slips into a more mechanical cadence of speech. Engineer Dashkov. Nice to meet you. I'm MacGuyver. I'm a tech trained scout, though I obviously remain ignorant of the Machine God's true blessings, I am honored to reside on the edge of his light.

"It is always good to identify those who have some knowledge of the Mysteries of the Omnissiah. I am sure you are an able assistant." Far from the insult it seems at face value, Anatoly's comment is fairly high praise when directed at one outside the Adeptus Mechanicus.

Stopping outside the entrance to the hangar, Anatoly accesses the control console, interfacing his MIU with the panel. The doors slide shut with an efficient hiss of hydraulics followed by the multiple thudding of locks being driven home in the foloor and ceiling.

Int 64 +20(skill) +10(MIU) -30(difficulty)
Tech-Use vs 64: 1d100 ⇒ 7.

With a nod of satisfaction, Anatloy disengages from the panel and turns back to MacGuyver, "I have an appointment with the resident Adeptus Mechanics personnel. I will rejoin the regiment following my consultation with them. Farewell, MacGuyver."

"I became 83.97% certain that someone was following me 15.62 minutes ago, while inspecting Private Molroon's M36-D4 Lasgun. I was reasonably certain you had no hostile intent and was therefore content to allow you to continue to follow. You are quite good. I never had better than an 85% certainty of your presence, and several times I lost track of you altogether." Anatoly glances over at the trooper, "I am Enginseer Secundus Rho-Zero-Gamma-Rho-Four-Seven-Four. You can use my designation or my more common apellation, Enginseer Dashkov."

Looking around the hangar, Anatoly notes once again the absence of any servo skulls and nods to himself. Turning back toward the entrance to the hangar, he looks more or less in the direction of his shadow and speaks in a pleasantly modulated bass, "I do not know who you are, but if you do not wish to be trapped inside the hangar alone, I would suggest you join me when I leave. Which would be now."

Not waiting for a response, Anatoly begins walking toward the entrance.

After a small amount of time, Anatoly is connected to one of the Chimaeras when he recoils from it almost violently, tearing the dendrites out of the ports where they were connected. He stand still, watching the Chimaera and glancing around at a few of the others. He extends a hand toward the nearest and several dendrites slide out of the sleeve of his robe. As the dendrites wave softly in the air in the general direction of the Chimaera, the rest of Anatoly's body goes still.

Tech-use vs 84: 1d100 ⇒ 28.

Anatoly leads his shadow back to the hangar where the vehicles are staged and begins performing diagnostics on the various machines where they sit waiting.

Int 64 +20(skill) +10(tools) -40(difficulty)
Tech-Use vs 54: 1d100 ⇒ 26, 3 DoS.

Per 34 +20(auger array)
Awareness vs 54: 1d100 ⇒ 43, just enough to be two DoS.

As he is moving through the area allotted to the Serenus 1st, Anatoly's array of sensors and augmented senses register that someone is shadowing his movements. He is able to detect and notice enough to be 83.47% certain that the being following him intends no harm or mischief, but Anatoly discreetly readies his combat systems nonetheless.

Anatoly is among the first to arrive at the hidden Mechanicus Forgehold. In the first several hours he busies himself with tending the machines of the Serenus 1st; they have been wounded, some have been fritened out of their wits, and others driven almost entirely mad. As the machines settle and are healed of their trauma, visible and otherwise, Anatoly begins visiting units he has served beside in battle.

Unsure at first what drives him to find them, he explains his presence with the veneer of checking on this weapon damage, that sundered armor plate, the workings of weapons that jammed in battle, or ensuring that a destroyed wepaon had been replaced by an acceptable model.

At times, Anatoly is nowhere to be found with only Enginseer Prime Decimus Vi knowing his whereabouts. At those times, she will simply say that he is away on "Mechanicus business" and will "return shortly".

I am prepping my house for sale and doing a lot of cleaning and packing. Please bot me when needed as my posting will be sporadic. I Will try to hop on as much as I can.

For the Emperor!

Muttering imprecations at the traitors and Hereteks that must have changed all the encryption codes, Anatoly turns to the sergeant, "Sergeant, I can certainly crack these security codes given sufficient time. There is a 84.32 percent chance that result can be achieved in the next thirty seconds. It may, however, be more expedient to use the breaching charges if we have sufficient explosives available."

His servo arm retracting from the firing slit after releasing the father's flame tank, Anatoly tries to crack the opening codes for the next sealed chamber.

Tech-Use vs 84: 1d100 ⇒ 70, 2 DoS.
If able to use his toolkit and combi-tool, add another DoS.

Going camping with family this weekend/part of next week. Please bot as needed. I will be back around Thursday.

Atheltics vs 46:1d100 ⇒ 35
Awareness vs 22: 1d100 ⇒ 32
Acrobatics vs 16: 1d100 ⇒ 54
1d2 ⇒ 1
Random Stuff: 1d100 ⇒ 85

Anatoly runs into the smoke with the others, eyes fixed on the next place they will stop. A little too focused, he fails to properly asses the variances in the quality of the surface upon which they run. A patch of loose rubble is all it takes and Anatoly tumbles to the ground. A grunt of pain escapes his lips as his shoulder crashes into the unforgiving rocks.

Anatoly looks around to see if there are any pieces or war-debris he can quickly fashion into a gunner's shield for Sizzle's shot.

Logic: 1d100 ⇒ 26.
Tech-Use: 1d100 ⇒ 37.
Common Lore(War): 1d100 ⇒ 11.

Pinning vs 92: 1d100 ⇒ 65.

As expected when confronted with an emergency, Anatoly does not wast time with unecessary questions or hesitation. After a brief search to find his nearby (I hope) equipment, Anatoly stands up and joins Asbjörn. Bracing himself to face the incoming fusillade occupies 2.317 seconds of his mental processing, and Anatoly looks fully prepared to execute the will of the Omnissiah on the Traitor forces.

On the Commissar's signal, Anatoly rushes forward into the smoke as his Omnissiah-blessed augmetic eyes automatically compensate for the low visibility.

EDIT:
As Anatoly readies himself to head into the smoke, a whirring and soft clanking sound comes from his neck and head as articulated plates rise and click into place around his head. An impassive and nearly blank metal visage faces the battlefield as Anatoly seals his implanted armor against the possibility of biological or chemical attack.

Think of Iron Man's helmet coming up and into place.
Anatoly is now environmentally sealed and can remain so for the next 20 hours.

For a time that shall forever remain a mystery to Anatoly, the servant of the Omnissiah knows only darkness.

Strange pulses of light penetrate into the darkness only to fade once more. Finally, a pulse of light overwhelms the darkness and a strange rushing sensation overloads Anatoly's perceptions. Energy applied to the correct electoos in the correct order brings the Enginseer to full consciousness and he sits smoothly upright. The augmetic interface to his eyes strain to process light for the first time in who knows how long but his head pans from full left to full right as he takes in his surroundings.

Anatoly's voice is entirely a burst of binaric cant for several seconds before being replaced by a purely vox-synthesized voice punctuated by occasional static and binaric cant.

"Vocabulator power rerouted, an excellent assessment. Cranial processor .. [binaric chatter] .. 32.87 percent. Visual receptor interface restarting, 28.39 percent and rising. Memory record .. [binaric chatter] .. until present time missing. [static riddled binaric cant] Adeptus Mechanicus asset locator beacon 12-Alpha-37 has been activated. We are no longer aboard the voidship; what is our current status?"

Anatoly's head swivels back to Asbjörn and his augmetic eyes seem to lock onto the demo specialist.

I am pretty sure that "Trigger D" joined the commissariat, didn't he? lol

Anatoly moves to Decimus Vi's side as soon as she arrives on the scene with a short burst of welcome in binaric cant. Observing the much more experienced Engineseer as she goes about the business of the Machine God, he makes himself available should she require or desire his assistance.

Anatoly follows the Commissar, charging around the fallen eldar war-machine to attack into the daemon's flank. Once again, his manipulator darts in at the fiend from just outside its melee reach.

WS 47 +20(charge) +10(gang-up) +5(good quality)
Manipulator vs 82: 1d100 ⇒ 99.

Finding himself distracted once more by the revoltingly alluring form of the daemon, Anatoly misjudges the strike and misses entirely.

Giving up on attempting to shoot things - his accuracy was never a thing Anatoly was good at - Anatoly skirts the end of the ruptured pipes and rushes forward to join Commissar Yeta, his mechanical legs pumping with inhuman speed.

As he approaches the melee, Anatoly stops just out of reach of the Daemon, but his manipulator snaps out at the creature savaging the priest.

WS 47 +10(gang-up) +10(standard attack)
Manipulator Mechadendrite vs 67: 1d100 ⇒ 12.
Damage: 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11 I, 0 Pen.

Anatoly is surprised to find his physical body responding to the alluring nature of these horrific creatures. Before he has time to do more than register their presence, before his heart has time to do more than speed up slightly in response to the fear they bring with them, the Commissar's threats
and a desire to avoid Yeta's direct attention override both lust and fear.

With only a microsecond delay to send a burst of techna-lingua cant to Decimus Vi, Anatoly levels his lasgun at the demons; no matter his opinion of the filthy xenos that befouled the Omnissiah's sacred vessel, these new foes were far worse. Sighting carefully, he sets his lasgun to maximum power and squeezes off a careful shot at the foul creature. By the Omnissiah, if I survive this I will mount a more potent melee weapon than a manipulator.

BS 28 +10(range) +10(aim) +10(standard attack)
M36 Lasgun vs 58 1d100 ⇒ 49.
Damage: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13E, Pen 2.

How big are the daemonettes?

The auspex confirms Anatoly's suspicions and he opens a channel to Decimus Vi once again.

Anatoly quickly double checks the auspex to try and pin down the teleportation target of the other Eldar. While doing so he activates the vox once more, seeking a connection with Decimus Vi.

Tech-Use vs 84: 1d100 ⇒ 51.

Awareness vs 14: 1d100 ⇒ 71.

Though his face does nto show it, Anatoly is extremely pleased by the swift and decisive response of Decimus Vi. He had no doubt that she would notice the inefficient harmonics and quickly resolve them into their message, but her response time was even better than he had dared hope. Truly, here was an exemplar of the Omnissiah's will!

Anatoly thinks for 63 milliseconds that he will not inform Commissar Yeta of their impending reinforcements to prevent the Eldar from learning it through their communications when he realized that if they are monitoring the Imperial comms, Decimus Vi just alerted them herself. Anatoly opens a channel to Commissar Yeta.

While the commissar reads the dataslate, Anatoly deploys the auspex once more and tries to locate something like a direction for the xenos teleport.

Tech-Use vs 84: 1d100 ⇒ 42.

Without communicating with the commissar, for any such communication may be intercepted by the Eldar, Anatoly makes a few necessary adjustments to a newly exposed power feed and several of his dendrites begin to introduce subharmonics in the power running through the conduit.

Tech-Use vs 94: 1d100 ⇒ 26, 7 DoS.

Though he is often emotionally unresponsive, a smile of smug satisfaction crosses Anatoly's face as he thinks about the response his annoying subharmonics will almost certainly provoke.

After repeating his message as many times as possible, Anatoly stands and turns back to the Commissar, face once again impassive. He taps away at a dataslate as he speaks, "Sir, this Vox console is a complete loss. It will need complete replacement. It is not possible to send or receive any communications using the remains of this device. I can attempt to boost the power of our combeads, but doing so will render them useless within a word or two." He then holds out the data slate to the Commissar...

Seeing that one of the squad is examining the body of the xenos, Anatoly prioritizes communication. Moving over to the destroyed vox, he examines it for the possibility of repair and also to see if he can patch his own internal vox into the ship network using the damaged remains of this console.

Tech-Use vs 94: 1d100 ⇒ 65.