Guys I just found this thread. I am a dork and didn't see it had opened in this new one.
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Is there an srd for the new setting?
Yeah I can run
I think this is a good circle of players. I will miss this thread but after you lose momentum I understand needing a fresh start. I am in on whatever. Could you give us a quick plot synopsis on what was going to happen though?
Hey guys, DM ARC has some family in the hospital and he isn't in a mental state right now to post. Hopefully he will be back soon. He wanted people to have a heads up.
Awareness (perception 31) JT looks around for anything the group might have missed or could use. He reviews their options for getting to another deck level.
"An Arco-what-the-hell!? Why in the name of the Throne would you want to take some penal planet hardened convict and give him whips like powerfists then pump him full of stimuroids?" "I hate to piss in your z rations but I am willing to bet that a&@*@*+ is sending another kill team as we speak. We gotta move, question is where?"
Watching Occux cranking off rounds into the dead whip armed freak JT nods in approval, "Hell yeah get that aggression out man! I knew you still had some human left in you. Tell that dude to get some of that. Retribution from the Emperor whip man, how you like us now!?" JT picks up the shotgun and blasts the cameras down to prevent further spying. "Lights out sucka! We are coming for you next!" BLAAAM "Judge, can you hear me bro!? Damn man you look like s*#&! That guy was like, "What up!?" then whip crack and you got knocked the f$$& out man!"
Fearing that Judge is going down JT sets his feet and opens up full-auto on the last remaining hulk his Armageddon Pattern rifle spitting large caliber slugs that slam home at point blank range. "Back the truck up freak! Here is a little something for you!
"Holy Throne! Duck! Oh crap, Judge, you still up bro!"
"Get some! Uh, how you like us now b+*$~es! Collect lead a-hole! Nice whip hands, next time bring guns to the gunfight!"
Initiative BS 47+30 surprise= 77 throw X Damage (blast 5) DM is this correct?:
Just quickly... one player has brought to my attention the fact that we are handling one of the rules incorrectly. Grenades do not come under the Thrown Weapon Training (Primitive) talent... they don't actually require a talent at all - just a straight Ballistic Skill test to throw.
Thrown Weapons Training (Primitive) basically covers throwing knives, shuriken, spears, etc. JT pulls one of his MkIII pattern grenades from his riggers belt and tosses it into the arriving foes. "Suprise krak bags!"
"I brought a few pineapples for the party, shoulda brought more though. Lets head that way and neutralize any camera we see. No sense in letting the enemy gather intel on us."
"One way in, one way out. One standing our ground coming right up. I wonder if we can get out of here so we don't have to fight with these mutties at our backs? Press for he lift and repel boarders! Or dig in boys?" JT asks with just a touch of a murderous glint in his eye.
"What or who caused this?!" JT asks keeping well back from their bloody mess. The guardsman listens with interest to Occux, "Can you tell if this strange man is killing the infected? It would seem he is the enemy, but I would hate to purge the wrong guy."
"Um, yeah, how did the things get in you?" Willpower = 36
JT walks to the cell to the people that look like they are still experiencing the horror with some semblance of sanity and taps the door with his multitool to get the occupants attention. Rap Rap Rap! "Hey buddy, yes you! What is crawling inside of you? Where did it come from!?"
"S!@! these guys looked pretty F'd!" "I hate to say it, but these poor people look like they have gone to the dark side or are well on their way. Judge do you know if jails like this have a doomsday option? I hate to say it, but, I think we need to purge these people. After asking a few questions of course. I don't like these symbols people are painting."
"Prepare yourselves, this isn't going to be pretty. Sounds like we are going to have to bring the Emperor' justice to some and his mercy to others!" Silent move, Ambush ability JT attempts to move in and get a jumpshot on whatever foe is inside. Muddy soil rained down from the roof from the melting snow above the bunker. it mixed with the bloody mess that was the earthen floor of the makeshift infirmary. There were amputated limbs, pulped organs and unidetifiable remains of human patients stacked in open topped Q-ration crates waiting to be taken out to be burned. There wasn't any deisel to do that anymore. Medicae staff and doctors moved about like wraiths over a graveyard, their eyes hallow and dark, the lack of sleep and gore spattered uniforms making them appear to be forms of undead. There wasn't any medicine left, they were salvaging bandages. This is where the critically injured enlisted were brought, the officers were flown to naval ships in orbit. It was the screams. The screams of the maimed and dying! . . .
For the search roll.
"Hopefully an all access pass, keys to a fueled and ready to fly Thunderhawk, or codes to reprogram the AA guns so we can go home after this. Heh, or maybe some good amsec to go with these fine iho sticks." "Lets try the lock up next." JT thinks hard on what they saw at the entrance. We're the scientists fighting to get in? Or out? Did it look like the security types died defending this place? I wonder if they tried taking the Overseer into custody and that's what touched this off. If I was a loyalist where would I hole up. I guess engineering, the armory, or engine rooms. The power was off, we turned it back on. What did we just give energy to?
"Yeah, some brass guy offed himself in there rather than fight it out. He had a Hell pistol and a real nice big hunting rifle in there so we will be using those. I guess the scientist geeks started letting experiments out and the security detachment here was at odds with them. This place is actually . . . Well its pretty big. We need to see if we can find some friendlies down here and take this place back or down . . . In the Emporers name."
"Nebel, I would agree with you, but this ship is the size of a small hive. We blow it if we have to, but the faithful may still be in control of parts of the ship and there may be valuable treasure of the Emporer we can reclaim. I think we will need to investigate further, besides if this thing goes supernova we and quite possibly the planet are going to go with it." Jt is starting to get nervous and peeks out the door.
"Wow, so the scientists and the security detail went at it over what this overseer was working on. Those floors that just went up in flames . . . Are they still releasing something down there you think? Or were the scientists overcome with heretical desires and have now let things get out of their control." "This ship is big enough it could hold Titans and other things their size." "We can't give an asset like this up to whatever enemy of man is here. Occux can you trace the flow of information back to the oversight that received the message about the purging of those decks? If we can't do that and there is nothing more we can do here we need to keep moving. If someone is watching us as Octus suggests then let's not be sitting duck. Nebel grab that rifle, lets take it with. Octus try to crack that safe if you can. And hey judge, hand me one of those cancer sticks, I need a smoke. You wanna smoke one with me?"
"Judge,, you gotta be kidding me right? That paper pusher was ready to call down an exterminatus at the first sign of trouble and worse than that he couldn't take a joke." "heh heh Octus, that pimped out pistol somehow looks right in your hand. You want the holster or are you gonna just carry it ganger style in your pants? Don't shoot yer nuts off though." "This guy looks important, hopefully he has some access cards on him. Heck, maybe he has network access from here. Too bad he offed himself, but I guess it would be way to easy to find him alive right?" "Better have a look around I guess." Awareness Per 31 Tech use
JT cuts the pie on the chair, half expecting it to be occupied by some maggot farm of a corpse, half expecting it to be empty. "Meh, looks like my step-dads office. I bet you had one like this eh Judge? Though probably with a lot more papers and files cluttering up the place. That hunting gun looks right up your alley Skrate. I bet we could pick off a few Orks with that if that thing can take down a carnosaur."
"Yeah, lets move. A whole ship. Dang,"
"Damn, that sounds bad, what all does that mean? Plasma reserves? What would they use that for? And 56 levels in this one section!? We need to keep moving especially if someone has obs on us. Can you tell who has control of the cameras? Or can you get camera control from this station?"
Not so far, it just looks like an office. Here you take a peek, I am betting you will fell right at home." JT switches out with Judge.
"Just looks like an office to me. Hey here we go, this is what we have been looking for." Tech use for the computer "Huh, must be offline or something, anyone know Windows 40k?"
"Yeah, we will clear each one. Leapfrog down the hallway. One enters, one has watch on the hallway and uncleared doors. Lets keep moving. The longer we take the more time they can plan the welcome party."
JT watches Occux go about his fascinating, but macabre work. Not sure exactly what he was doing, but knew whatever it was it would likely be helpful to the group. JT had a respect for the Red Robed priest. While Occux recoiled from his lizard brain, JT embraced his, the lizard eat, sleep, sex were the best part of being alive and the instincts of run, fight poop helped keep you alive when your ape brain wanted to think and puzzle things out. Occux had gotten him healed up when he took one in the dome though and respected his wish to remain fully organic. JT would try to respect Occux's need to "improve" himself. JT just hoped that he did not fully remove the part about him that he liked. Looking about he looked to see where they were being watched from as Octus had mentioned. Heck that was another good guy to have along, really, all in all the group was a great match up.
"The longer they can watch the better they can prepare or dig in. Hope that it's friendlies on the other end, but I am guessin if they were they would find some way of letting it be known. . . Judge you ready to make a move on the security center?"
Hope tommorow is better ARC, we all have those days.
JT remembers his GREL vox. "Lost sheep, this is second sting calling lost sheep in the well. Do you copy lost sheep? The is second string calling lost sheep."
JT ejects the shells from the discarded shotgun. "Octus you find any pass keys or anything on the dead guy? Any of them look like anyone important?" JT hands the 9 shot shells to Judge, "These look like something you are more accustomed to using. Glad to have you back." "Alright you heard the man lets hit the security office. Skrate if you would check the door. If you can open it breech and delay then I'll hit it unless we have movement inside."
"Man I heard rumors about stuff like this when catching a lift between worlds on a Navy cattle boat." JT will shoulder sling the plasma gun. "Lets clear that maintenance door first then get to the Security office. Skrate take point, judge is preoccupied. This is a war zone people not a crime scene. Keep up your visual scanning."
Perception 31: Awareness Check JT moves about the dead looking for battlefield clues and possible survivors. At least they are still fresh, not bubbly messes of gas and rotten slush, that will come though . . . The flies, the smells, the enemy gathering again for another charge. The supply lines were cut, we were out of food, there is no clean water, no clean anything. We have to fall back to a smaller perimeter there aren't enough of us left to hold them we can use these bodies, they will freeze overnight, work them into the sandbags. --- Snap out of it! This isn't Tranch. Okay, back to business.
Willpower 36: "Damn."
"Exactly like I have been sayin, lets move out and hit that security area if it looks like a likely place to let Occux get some intel. Plus I a don't really want that Ogren sized Ork figuring out we are here. Doesn't look like their stay here was a pleasure cruise and they will be looking hor some heads to stomp."
Well what does Octis think we should do? I think maybe ARC if you can give a rough scetch and something like level one, entrance
or something to that effect we can work this out. Right now we are faced with a colosal foe and we came down here with very little info and OCCUX didnt gather a whole lot of intel. If this is a traditional explore the sandbox JT can start moving things along.
hey either way.
I think we may just be kind of confused as where to go. JT is a soldier ready to go where his sarge (judge) directs, but he is throwing out suggestions. I am fine with the adventure, but maybe you can give us a nudge.
"Or we haven't hit the primary second on the second level. But if you guys want to keep moving down levels that is fine too. We can't just sit here though. We aren't set up for defensive action, we have keep mobile." "I am not the tech guy nor squad leader, but I would say if we aren't going to get any more intel, just head for the reactor and secure it. We can bring it down or melt it down if we have to. Some one turned the power off for a reason earlier. We might find answers there and there has to be some kind of data port there.
Lets hit up that control room and see what you can learn."
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