Fabian brouhht his Bolter to bear on the closest mutant to him, unleashing The Emperors divine wrath. 1d100 ⇒ 12 2 DoS=2 shots 1d10 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12 pen 4 1d10 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13 pen 4 tearing 1d10 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14 pen 4 1d10 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19 pen 4 tearing Rightous Fury 1d10 + 19 ⇒ (3) + 19 = 22
Fabian boarded the Thunderhawk without any further words. His mind was on the mission now, even if the jumped up human was coming along. He hoped that the kill-team would lose him in the jungle, but he doubted it. Hope was the path to disappointment, and disappointment was the path to heresy. He would not walk that path.
Fabian walked into the hanger, his armor donned and each piece of gear requisitioned secure to his armor or his combat webbing. His Bolter had a Red-Dot Laser Sight and Suppressor attached to it. In his drop pouch he had his Screamers secured as to not make excessive noise. Each of his magazines where in magazine pouches and Grenades secured in quick release pouches. His Chainsword was mag-locked to his right hip am d his Bolt Pistol was secured in a drop holster on his left thigh. His Stummer, attached to his right forearm, was ready to activate at a moments notice. He held his helmet in his right hand, his Nartecium and Reductor on his left forearm. "Brothers, tonight we hunt the Xenos, it shall be glorious to purge them with bolt and flame." He finally donned his helmet a smirk on his face.
Fabian left the briefing room seething, on his way to the Armory. His tolerance for the Inquisitor was already on a knife's edge, that exchange with Brother Solar just made him hate this Inquisitor. Fabian Requisitioned what he needed for the up coming mission and then made his way to the Apothecarion to ensure his Narthecium and Reductor were in order and loaded with plenty of Gene-seed vials and doses of Deadlock. He was sure that the Deadlock would come in handy when trying to capture the Xeno's Leader. It may also come in handy in dealing with this Inquisitor, he thought to himself. He took his Narthecium and Reductor and left the Apothecarion in route to his Arming Chamber to gear up for the mission.
Requisition: 100/100 Diagnostor Helmet (15)
I am dropping my Sig Wargear in favor of +5 Strength Simple Advance, makes more sense considering I can't Master-Craft my Chainsword to give it Power Field... oh wells. I will be updating my Character here in a few minutes to correspond with this change and to give him a chapter trapping and a tactic
Fabian shakes his head at the exchange. This was exactly why his chapter where so weary of the Inquisition. "Brother Solar, be assured that I follow your lead. There is nothing that jumped up human can do to sway my position. What he proposes is a slight to our honor. And he shall be dealt with accordingly when the time comes, The Emperor shall frown upon his Immortal soul and cast it to the creatures of the warp." Brother Fabian rose from his seat and walked over to Brother Solar and stuck his hand out for a warriors handshake.
Name: Fabian
Characteristics
Wounds: 23
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Weapons: Bolt Pistol, Bolter w/ fire selector, Chainsword w/ dipole maglock, Combat Knife, 3x Frag/Krak Grenades XP:
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Name: Fabian
Characteristics
Wounds: 23
Skills
Talents
Traits
Gear
Weapons: Bolt Pistol, Bolter w/ fire selector, Chainsword w/ dipole maglock, Combat Knife, 3x Frag/Krak Grenades XP:
Personal History:
2d10 + 30 ⇒ (2, 2) + 30 = 34 2d10 + 30 ⇒ (4, 3) + 30 = 37 2d10 + 30 ⇒ (3, 3) + 30 = 36 2d10 + 30 ⇒ (4, 4) + 30 = 38 2d10 + 30 ⇒ (1, 10) + 30 = 41 2d10 + 30 ⇒ (5, 10) + 30 = 45 2d10 + 30 ⇒ (6, 2) + 30 = 38 2d10 + 30 ⇒ (8, 5) + 30 = 43 2d10 + 30 ⇒ (9, 4) + 30 = 43 Wounds1d5 + 18 ⇒ (5) + 18 = 23 Fate Points1d10 ⇒ 10 Power Armor History 1d10 ⇒ 5 |