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Callidia spins aside from the vile creature's strike, avoiding the damage by the narrowest of margins. Several pieces of her garments flutter to the ground as she finishes her dodge and spins back to strike carefully at the xenos find once more.
Still reciting one of the many battle prayers of the Adepta Sororitas, Callida swings her flail at the monster she and Lothar fought, trying to time her swing perfectly.
Callidia charges forward into the blurring fast melee around Lothar, her flail swinging in at the creature.
I remember, it just seemed like your description only accounted for one of the bolter shells. No worries, I though you might have missed that there were 2 potential hits.
I am pretty sure Callidia hit with both shells last round. Also, how close is the one in melee?
Callidia begins singing a battle hymn of the Sororitas as she stalks forward with her bolt pistol leveled toward the shadow that did not yet recover and fires off two more rounds.
I will try to keep up, but please bot me as necessary.
Callidia sights carefully down her bolt pistol at the shadowy creatures before squeezing off two bolt shells.
What is the range to the targets from where Callidia is standing?
Callidia stands ready, covering the doorway with her bolt pistol as Lothar advances. If anything comes to attack Lothar, it will be served a healthy does of mass-reactive projectile.
Callidia nearly stands agains the sudden winds until a particularly grippy gust hauls her off balance. She lands on one knee facing the last of the flying debris just as it falls into place and completes the arrow. She breaths a quiet and reverent thanks to the Emperor before raising her voice enough to be heard by her allies, "O keeper of the light, guide our darkened path with your radiance. Come, my friends, we ask for His guidance and the way is shown." As she rises to her feet, Callidia glances back to see if the others will also follow the arrow.
Navigation is not one of Sister Doranis' strengths. She is well aware of this as memories of her embarassing performance at the Schola creep back into her thoughts. So she does now what she did then and whispers a prayer for the guidance of the Emperor that they will find where they need to be.
Callidia checks her weapons one last time before dropping down into the vessel below them, searching for any threats.
Pretty sure you told me catch-up xp was 1800 not counting the "starting" xp. That should put us at 2200. Or I have the wrong amount.
I am going camping with family until Wednesday. I should be back around Thursday.
Thank, guys! It feels really nice to not be a Pariah anymore.
Sorry for going dark. I tested positive for COVID in early July and dealing with all of that has pretty much derailed a great many things. I am happy to report that I am well on my way to full recovery and have been cleared to re-join society.
Bewildered by any technical rites more complex than those to maintain and service her weapons, Callidia leaves the others to their work and wanders the shop. As she does, she begins to softly sing one of the many hymns of worship from her days as a novice in the Adeptas Sororitas. After a time she returns to the workshop in the back, her song trailing off to silence as she does. When she hears the last couple of comments she speaks up for the first time since completing her purchase, "Which House controls the Manse you have identified?"
After passing the requisite thrones for the bolt shells across to the artificer, Callidia reloads the depleted magazine and, if he has one available, purchases another spare magazine. Tucking her munitions away, she waits patiently for the diplomacy to succeed or fail.
Callidia nods in understanding, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth the only indication that she is anything other than solemn at the moment, "I understand. The necessities of life are often more complicated than we might wish them to be. If you also have a magazine for a Godwyn-Pattern bolt pistol I would be interested in this as well."
Callidia returns a beatific look, "If you felt moved to do so by your loyalty to the Emperor, this humble servant of the Throne would not deny your pious gesture. He does provide for His servants, however, and I am prepared to provide a fair recompense."
Callidia steps toward the artificer, "The Emperor's blessing upon you, my child. As is often the case in the pursuit of His work, life can often become dangerous; I am in need of a resupply of my ammunition and I noted earlier that you carry the desired shells. Will you serve the Emperor this day and aid me?"
Callidia puts on a reverent demeanor as she approaches the servitor, "Please summon your master. I have business with him, the Emperor willing."
"I can provide a perfect cover for our trip; I need to replenish my shells and he mentioned having bolt ammunition." Callidia removes the nearly spend magazine from the bolt pistol and inserts the fresh clip as she speaks.
Callidia sweeps the room, trying to find any trace of the unholy thing.
Still here. Feel better soon, Afan.
Twisting aside with desperate effort, Callidia knows it will not be enough. Emperor! If this is my hour, I come to you willingly! At the last moment, Callidia finds a reserve she did not know she had and twists aside. The xenos blade actually piercing through her Ecclesiastical robe and missing her leg by mere centimeters. Callidia retaliates with a swing of her flail, her strikes coordinated with Vasyl.
Bolter coming to bear, Callidia walks forward until she is nearly on top of the wraithlike abomination and squeezes off another shot.
Unable to spot the creature at first, Callidia whirls around at Lothar's call, spotting the fiend in the beam of light.
My awareness was not enough to find it, but with the light on it can I shoot this round?
With the powerful light focusing attention on the creature, Callidia levels her bolt pistol once more, praying to Him that this time the shell would not be wasted.
Callidia looks around, trying to spot the creature with no success.
Callidia takes aim with her bolt pistol from a range she considers to be child's play and squeezes off another bolt shell. One more and she would close to melee with the creature.
For a few seconds, Callidia simply stares as the shadowy being and its unnatural actions.
Callidia can feel the natural revulsion to the unholy thing's movement eroding the foundation of her rational mind. As always in times such as these, she turns to the strength of her faith in the Emperor to bolster her, "Emperor guide us. Emperor teach us. Emperor protect us. In your light we thrive! In your mercy we are sheltered! In your wisdom we are humbled! We live only to serve! Our lives are yours!"
With no knowledge of how to fight this thing, Sister Callidia keys her combead even as she pursues the shadow and squeezes off a bolt round at it, <<And how do we kill something made of shadow?>>
Callidia frowns slightly at the thought of using the unclean xenos devices, but she remains silent for now. I knew that serving an Inquisitor would ask much of me to which I was unaccustomed. I must trust in Him to see my soul safely through this...
To punctuate Lothar's point, Callidia aims her bolt pistol at the center of the xenos' head.
"I am neither trained in medicine nor versed in the anatomy of xenos filth other than what is necessary to remove their blasphemy from His galaxy." She grimaces with distaste, "Though if it could be made to share what it knows, the Inquisitor is likely the one who could both extract the information and tell if the creature was being deceptive."
I thought they were all dead. Did one survive?
Sister Doranis sneers at the xenos weapons and stands guard over her allies, reciting a prayer of thanks to the Emperor for their swift and, relatively, flawless victory over the foul xenos.
The battle over, Callidia steps up to the corpse of the xenos creature to examine it.
Callidia grunts as the weapon crashes into her chest, but the force of the blow is shed by her armor. Raising her bolt pistol once again, Callidia stalks forward until the xenos is close enough that missing is next to impossible and squeezes the trigger. With a double roar, the holy weapon bucks twice in her fist.
Ammo: Bolt Pistol: 5/8
With the rest of the team drenching the xenos filth in a multitude of shots, Callidia rushes forward and up onto the catwalk, prepared to give chase if either of them survive.
Callidia raises her bolt pistol and sights carefully on one of the lithe forms. A loud report accompanies the buck of the weapon in her hand as the mass-reactive bolt speeds toward one of the wicked Eldar.
Callidia clicks her combead twice to alert the others she has seen something, and speaks two words very quietly over the com, "Above. Walkways."
"Be steadfast, put your faith in the Emperor, and lay these filth low, whatever they may be." Sister Doranis brings her weapons before her in a posture of prayer and begins to recite: A spiritu dominatus,
From plague, temptation and war,
From the blasphemy of the Fallen,
That thou wouldst bring them only death,
At the news that they are difficult to detect, Callidia readies her flail as well as her bolt pistol.
Callidia's response is eloquent in its simplicity: the sound a bolt pistol slide as it chambers a round.
At the same time as Afan's words, Sister Callidia speaks, "Absolute faith in Him serves well. As does not touching them, looking at them, or thinking overlong about them." |