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Lorg will give the body a quick medical examination, looking for mutations, radiation damage or any deviations from the standard human norm.
Medicae under 63: 1d100 ⇒ 2

"What they dare target me. I will flay them alive"
Awareness under 48: 1d100 ⇒ 64
Lorg runs towards the dunes

Awareness under 48: 1d100 ⇒ 94
Lorg counts the treasure in the helmet and advances with Dromichaetes.

"I'm sure it's completely safe for you to take your helmet off"
Deceive under 44: 1d100 ⇒ 75

"We should go towards the smoke, there's bound to be someone to eat there"
Lorg will assist in any security rolls to open the Arms Coffer

Lorg will pick up the suit of armour, after stuffing the helmet with treasure.
"Of course I saw the door close, Dagon. I'll take the autosenses in his helmet, I used mine up making Screams"

"This marine died of starvation, like an idiot. We should move on. Does anyone have any ideas where?"

"First lets find out how he died."

Medicae under 63 to determine cause of death of the space marine: 1d100 ⇒ 13

Lorg is literally just holding as much treasure as he can in his hands.

Lorg turns to Korg.
"You b~~!%. I wanted to be the one to kill him".

Log will walk over to the Screams and try to salvage any gear he can from him

tech-use under 63: 1d100 ⇒ 58
FL (Adeptus Astartes) under 53: 1d100 ⇒ 74

Awareness Lorg under 38: 1d100 ⇒ 98
Screams Awareness under 40: 1d100 ⇒ 99

Log looks down at the gold and gems and begins grabbing as much as he can.

All of my exp spends from the beginning
Exp
+500(starting)
Mechadendrite use (weapons)
- 500
==0
+100
+500
==600
Lesser minion of chaos -
-250
==350
+1000
==1350
Swift attack
-500
Interrogation
-200
==650
Stealth
-200
Forbidden Lore (Warp)
-200
==250
WS+5
-250
==0

"Haha gaze in wonder at Lorg revealer of ways. Screams stay here and guard me".
Lorg will walk forwards and open next door, leaving Screams at the entrance.

"Wait before you do I have an idea" Lorg walks up and pulls out his fallen mag's power axe.

Tech use at 53-30=23 to corrupt artifact: 1d100 ⇒ 4

Awareness Lorg under 38: 1d100 ⇒ 40
Awareness Screams under 40: 1d100 ⇒ 98
Lorg turns to Screams
"Don't talk back to me. I made you and I can unmake you"

To the rest.
"This is clearly not standard imperial tech. I shall preform some experiments".
Lorg will pick up one of the tools and throw it at the sphere.

Lorg listened while the others chattered away, the tedium eating into him. His sense screamed at him craving fresh visceral experiences.

Finally he snapped.

"That's it. I can't take it anymore, die wall!" He scream, his fists exploding with electricity. He whirled and stuck the wall with both his fists.

Assuming auto hit because it's a wall
Right hook Pen 4: 1d10 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Left hook Pen 4: 1d10 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

Awareness at 8: 1d100 ⇒ 59
Screams Awareness at 10: 1d100 ⇒ 100

Lorg walks straight past the wall section but stops when Dromichaetes points to it.
"Hmm your right. Does anyone have any cutting equipment. I'd rather do this quietly"

Lorg grabs Screams with his Mechatendril and walks through the airlock.
"Let us continue. I can make a new minion from that fools skull."

"Clearly this is the influence of your previous life. You were worthless then too. When we return to my workshop I will purge this lingering imperfection from you and enjoy every second of it"
Tech Use under 73+10(combi tool): 1d100 ⇒ 27
Navigate surface under 53: 1d100 ⇒ 15

"This door was installed a week ago, we should open it carefully to avoid explosive decompression and proceed"

"That insolent cur Jobe lied to us. When we find him I will cut his face off and wear it as a hat."
Lorg roughly grabs his servo skull.
"Screams I want you to scan for any warp energy, prove to me that your more useful in death than in life. I suspect a trap"

Psyniscience under 30: 1d100 ⇒ 11

Lesser minion of chaos:
Bob the Servo Skull
Weapon Skill (WS) : 2d10 + 10 ⇒ (9, 2) + 10 = 21
Ballistic Skill (BS): 2d10 + 10 ⇒ (1, 10) + 10 = 21
Strength (S): 2d10 + 10 ⇒ (2, 3) + 10 = 15
Toughness (T): 2d10 + 10 ⇒ (1, 5) + 10 = 16
Agility (Ag): 2d10 + 10 ⇒ (8, 7) + 10 = 25
Intelligence (Int): 2d10 + 10 ⇒ (2, 3) + 10 = 15
Perception (Per): 2d10 + 10 ⇒ (10, 10) + 10 = 30
Willpower (WP): 2d10 + 10 ⇒ (3, 8) + 10 = 21
Fellowship (Fel): 2d10 + 10 ⇒ (1, 1) + 10 = 12
Adding +5 to AG and Toughness and -5 to Fel and Strength

WS=21
BS=21
S=10
T=21
AG=30
Int=15
Per=30
WP=21
Fel=7
Wounds=7

Traits
size 2
machine 2
Hoverer 4

Skills
Awareness
Dodge
Stealth
Psyniscience

Talents
Deadeye Shot
Heightened Senses (sight)
Sound Constitution(3)

Gear
Reaver Long Rifl e Basic 150m S/–/– 1d10+4 R 2 4 Full
Accurate, Felling (3),
Toxic (0)
3kg Scarce

Guard Flak cloak AP 3

To the chaos marines.
"I've been talking to Lord Anisan, Master of Arms on the Last cry of the Dammed. He wants us to deal with his genstealer problem and wants us to meet him in the reactor room, wherever that is, to discuss terms."

Into the vox-caster:
"I agree. Forward the location of this reactor room and I will go there"

To the rest of the chaos marines.
"Has anyone heard of the Last cry of the Dammed?"
Lorg will follow after Dagon.

Lorg hands the micro bead back.
"Their somewhere in that direction" Lorg says gesturing in the direction of where they left the shuttle bay from.

Into the micro bead.
"Well then perhaps you can just tell me a bit about yourself. Right now some of your men have suffered some kind of shuttle accident and they need medical attention. I'd be happy to help them but first I want to know who I am helping"

"Cease your mewing you pathetic bags of flesh, I'm trying to concentrate."
Turning to Dromichaetes.
"My vox caster can trace this signal but we need an open channel. I'm going to make contact with them."

Into the micro bead.
"You are blessed to hear the voice of Lorg the Magnificent. Is anyone listening?"

Tech use at 67 to trace: 1d100 ⇒ 11

"Let me have a look at that micrbead. I think I might have a way of locating our new friends."

"Before we go, can you share with me your vox channels? It would aid in communication"

Forgot one

Medicae at 67: 1d100 ⇒ 79
Lorg will attempt to tend to his injuries.
"As a gesture of good will let me heal your injuries" Lorg will say to the others.

Scholastic Lore(Occult) at 53 to cop on: 1d100 ⇒ 96
Lorg you dense bastard
'Hm, I wonder what that is ... probably a chapter specific ritual', Lorg thinks to himself eyeing the alter of skulls.

Scrutiny at 18 to cop on: 1d100 ⇒ 60
Damn it Lorg

Oh defiling gods they've all gone native. They seem to think I'm on there side for now. Better just play it cool for now and ditch these fools at the first chance I get, Lorg thinks to himself.

"I shall join you on this holy mission. For the Emperor" Lorg says making the sign of the Aquila.
Deception at 44: 1d100 ⇒ 17
These dice rolls are going to kill me

"Well I believe that I've held up my end of the bargain. Now tell me what's going on here and why I'm here."

Lorg giggles maniacally tossing the dead shotgunner aside.
He twirls once and charges one of the lasgunners
Charge under 76: 1d100 ⇒ 10
Damage,Shocking and crippling 1, Pen 4: 1d10 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 3 = 11

Parry at 46, Dodge 43 Legacy weapon rerolls parries

Lorg shrieks in frustration and attacks again.
Luminen Shock at 46+10(standard attack)+10(aim)+10(BQ)=76: 1d100 ⇒ 73

LUMINEN SHOCK legacy weapon, Shocking, Crippling 1 Pen 4: 1d10 + 1 + 8 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 1 + 8 + 5 + 2 = 25
Damage is +1 for BQ, +8 for strength bonus and unnatural strength, +5 for Willpower bonus and +2 for Legacy weapon

Scrutiny at 38-20+10=28: 1d100 ⇒ 92

"Fine, I suppose that I can sully my hands on a few of these weaklings but your answer had better be good"
Lorg charges the nearest of the cultists, prioritizing the shot-gunners, his Mechatendril flicking behind him.

Charge at 66 no parry due to Horns: 1d100 ⇒ 77

A figure in black armour slams into the ground. At first glance it looks like an Iron warrior, until you notice a magnificent set of horns extending from his head and the defaced iconography.

Lorg climbs to his feet and looks around.
"This is not my workshop" Lorg says, obviously confused. "Lets see ... fire, chaos, confusion and AH a space marine. You there" Lorg exclaims pointing at the tactical marine. "You are blessed to stand in the presence of Lorg the Magnificent. Tell me what is going on here".

Lorg will enter a guarded stance.
Dodge at 43+10=53