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guess we should. It was fun while it lasted. I hope gm is fine.....

Is our gm okay?

*eyes cards cautiously*
"i suppose this will suffice."

*whistles*

Or we could grab a group of our elite and propel them into the city on a dark Heresy campaign to decide the fate of our relationships with the nobles.I kid. Just like to lighten things up every once and while.The gravity of our decisions is starting to get to me.
looking at the map we seem to be stretched too far out, though that's my personal opinion. I'm with kimes on this one. It feels as if the waning control on our spaceport makes armor a risky decision, though it seems to necessary given we are facing off against enemy armor. I'd probably queue a mechanized unit (dragoons) for drop too.

We might be able to steal their armor through a guerilla raid or some unconventional tactics, but that would be limited at best. Firmianius is heading out to recover whatever's left of a frigate but the remainder of the orbital bombardment ships that aren't taking out ground defenses can be used to attempt to take out armor.

The arch magos wears a facade of calmness as he paces up to the command deck.
" Calculate the trajectory of the fire on our lost frigate.I shall make the personal trip to reclaim the machine spirits of the ship along with whatever brothers and sisters we can spare for the task.Reconfigure two-thirds of the orbital bombardment to take out surface GOW fire.We cannot afford to lose whatever support the orbital bombardment provides for us in the long run.the remaining frigates should continue in the offense."

He opens a vox channel to the rest of the generals
"Arch-magos firmianus broadcasting from abroad the indomitus jubatus.Confirmation that tratior is mostly likely in the governor's office, that being the source of the broadcast.Raising the notion of dropping spare weapons to add local insurgents.Also received the option of supercharging the vox networks aboard the Cruisers to allow short messages to be broadcast across the planet on all receivers or to block all vox communications for up to half an hour without irreparable damage to the machine spirit.Requesting drop information."
The arch magos fires off short messages, with no thought for connecting them in a lengthy speech.

I hope you'll forgive me for being a little slow, but why are we loosing maxarpa? Wasn't it our primary landing site? Or are we pulling so far away from that the genestealer cultists are reclaiming it?

Double-drop supplies

Abroad the Indomitus Jubatus, the arch magos sprays out a steady stream of data into a data slate, annoying most of the surrounding crew with the techna Lingua.The data stream slowly peters out into a silence as the Arch Magos considers the current situation
"Counter the broadcast.Send a planet wide broadcast affirming that the so called "four-armed emperor they serve is xenos scum. Request for them to repent and face the glory of the emperor or die. Make it clear that civilians who cooperate with us will see that no harm be done upon them. I request that a high ranking member of the ecclesiarchy to voice the broadcast. I believe they are the only ones capable of making the impact upon the locals."
The arch magos' mechadendrite slither into his robe and pull out additional data slates.
"Can we pinpoint the location of the broadcast? This is vital information we must aquire.It is of high priority."
He switches to vox channel to speak to the imperial navy.
" Put general yorke's suggestion into play. Establish a flyby whilst dropping paper flyers. It feels put barbaric yet rather effective. Also locate loyalist cularian groups in close proximity to the generals and supply them with whatever extra weapons we can spare."
He switches to a vox channel, broadcasting to all generals and crew abroad the Indomitus Jubatus.
"This is not only a war of numbers, but also of hearts and minds.while the machine spirits do not fear or feel sorrow,men do and I ask all of you to take into account the glitch that are emotions while making battle plans.The morale of your own troops are important in making sure they fight on.Arch Magos Firmianus out."
Firmainus retreats to his private quarters, attenpting to break into the vox channel used by the loyalists to broadcast.

Sorry guys i was kinda of busy with school over the past week or so, but like the emperor, i assure you i am very much still with you

Also,get well soon gm!

Bah. Now the enemy's being rallied.i don't suppose we can try hacking the enemy's vox, can we?

Firmianus scrolls through his data slate, trying to coordinate everything together.
" Open channel,Jene Rodriguez,General Arvitus :Encrypted, Arch Magos Firmianus. Addressing Jene's concerns,I will queue the 820th penal on the next drop at the requested coordinates, that being north of the hive ardent, The lanbat rifles will also be dropped as per general Arvitus' requests."
He pauses and scrolls through the slates, picking up more field information, this time he broadcasts to the rest of the generals.
"Thunderbolts send over culara have returned with the following information: Port pirale has a small militia presence in the city and two score large transport vessels ranging between lightly damaged and crippled. Analysis suggests that around a third of the known northern shipping was damaged or eliminated. No undamaged large vessels remain in Port Pirale however.
Hive Elson drew has a sizeable militia presence, some aerial images indicate the presence of uniformed PDF soldiers and a few even suggest a few local armored fighting vehicles posted around the town.
Also the Lord General requests that we plan our drop schedule ahead of time, and so i must ask you to state your drop requests for tomorrow as well. Although i am not comfortable with giving the tactical flexibility of asking for drops on the day itself, the lord general does have a point.Generals, send me your drop schedule as soon as possible, Firmianus out."

Firmianus raises and mekadendrite to his chin and scratches it.
" very well then. The general may have my lambats."
He opens a vox channel to general Arvitus
" general arvitus! My men are at your disposal. Give me coordinates to drop them in from"
As he waits for a response from the general, Firmianus makes an open request across all open vox channels in lingua technis, trying to rally any available combat ready tech-priests to prepare for drop ahead of time, pulling engiseers from his own dragoon unit leaving behind a skeleton crew of tech priests to maintain the mechanised infantry as the bulk of tech priests are moved to be dropped instead.

I might be late to this but Arvitus and O'Hern are cut off from comms.Firmianus can't hear you.

Lucius ponders the problem for a moment then speaks.
"spread the news. The men need to know who they're up against.failure to inform might incur additional losses.Requesting members of the ecclesiarchy to spend time before lights out to motivate remaining men."

Lucius relays general artivus' orders to the penal legion, while providing no opinion on the discussion between generals, finding it interesting enough as is to watch them.

Lucius comes back online after a while
"certainly Marshal Lucien.I leave my men in your hands.That in fact frees me from the trouble of coordinating a ground assault and gives me the freedom to keep an eye on things up here."
He tunes in to general Gauis' vox channel.
"Noted general Gauis.I will queue air support to TF2."
Lucius switches vox channels for a moment to contact the imperial navy.
"Archmagos-prime Lucius requesting Air support from Avenger squadron at location TF2. Directives are to locate General Kimes and provide cover.Requesting additional support from Thunderbolt squadron over locations TF1,TF2.Directives are to eliminate air support on the enemy side.Lucius out."
He quickly switches back to the general.
"I have already made a request to release a squadron of a to combat the air superiority the planet has over us, though I'm afraid that might alarm the locals.I also have bomber squadron Under my access that can and will be utilised as soon as the order is given."

Abroad the Indomitus Jubatus , Lucius attempts to cycle through frequencies, trying to locate general kimes. At the same times, he opens the private general channel
"Praise be the omnissiah, you've made a foothold on the planet! However, we are missing general kimes. Although I believe the general is a competent man, the lack of communication from him has made me fear for the worst. If troop morale and energy is still present, I would advise an immediate search party of the general.We need to minimise our losses now if we are to secure the planet in the name of the emperor.I shall keep this channel active while i search for kimes and prepare for my drop tomorrow.Lucius out."

@gauis marcus arvitus sounds good
@blindkitsune I'd like to be dropped in support as soon as possible.

I'll follow him,but I'd like to check with the generals here if they want anymore forces on the ground. I have a penal legion under my command.

Darn the campaign progressed too fast. Lucius would have volunteered to accompany kimes down to secure the machine spirits himself. Is that still possible?

"not Marshall Major General Gauis. Archmagos Prime."
Lucius rises up to his full height, his red robes unfurling to its full length. Several Mechadendrite snake out form behind his robes, some clasping data slates.His slender form can be made out under all the fabric, which juts out awkwardly. For a tech-priest, lucius' bionics are refined and seem to have been crafted with great care, looking more like prosthetic limbs than anything.
"you'll have to forgive the earlier silence general, I believe it would be more efficient if less of us were to voice our opinions at any give time. That being said, my duty here is to preserve the machines spirits within what has been provided to us, which means i'll have to work closely with you general Gauis. I also serve as your liasion to the imperial navy."

Penal legions and riflemen. Useful in preserving the machine spirits.

A figure in the corner of the room produces several clicking noises before falling silent again.