Heaving a massive yawn, Liams mind begins to work behind the tired and uncaring exterior.
After a few minutes of observing the people passing in and out of the armoury, he decides to go find the sergeant.
Once he does find him he gives a somewhat less than crisp salute before speaking.
"Sarge, we're up against people with autoguns, that means they'll probably be shooting on full auto a lot of the time, so the air will be heavy, and we're also going to be in terrain that often limits our mobility.
I think we might be wise to get some guns to even the odds in range, and some full body suits to help keep us alive."
"Whatever our mission: working under cover of darkness should be considered, sarge."
Sgt. Kelliber Logistic Rating 20
Guardsmen Logistic Rating 10
Combined Logistic Rating 30
Ordinary (+10) Logistics TestYou have 1 roll, anyone on the squad can do it.
+20 Bonus to Logistics Test (For this roll)
Suggested Gear:
Lascarbine +20 Logistic test
Lasgun +20 Logistic test
Auxiliary Grenade Launcher +0 Logistic test
Preysense Google +10 Logistic test
Respirator +20 Logistic test
Anointed Maintenance Toolkit +10 Logistic test
Grenade Launcher +10 Logistic test (1 per squad)
Flak Armor +20 Logistic test
Light Carapace +0 Logistic test
Mono Knife +10 Logistic test
Missile Launcher +20 Logistic test
Demolitions Charges +20 Logistic test
Autocannon +10 Logistic test
Heavy Bolter +10 Logistic test
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Requisition for Squad Logistics of 30.
Sample Shopping List:
Replace Laspistol w/Lascarbine 5 (Your Universal kit comes with a additional las pistol.)
Preysense Goggles 15
IG Flak Armor 10
Total spent 30
Ordinary +10 Logistics test
Base Logistics 30 (all squad)
Sgt. Kelliber Logistics 20 (Personal item)
Guardsmen Logistics 10 (Rest of players personal item)
-Pays to have rank-
+20 Logistics Bonus (as you are the beginning of the war and on the supply ship)
Logistic Total 50 (For squad) <--Roll under this to get items.
Kelliber 40
Guardsmen 30
To obtain IG Flak Armor +20
To obtain lascarbine +20
To obtain Preysense +10
To get all this you need to roll under 60 for squad.
Example:
I roll 40, That's' under 50, I would get all 3 items
I roll 70, I don't get preysense goggles since it requires to roll under 60 (30+20 (bonus) +10 goggles = 60. I do get las carbine and IG Flakk armor.
I'm basically having everyone represent their "salary" to buy things this way. It will increase as you gain more renown.
Giovanni rolls 37 for preysense:
10 (Personal), +20 (bonus), +10 (preysense, googles) He get them (I'll pay the 5 difference.)
Camael heads down to the armoury hoping that they have a long ranged weapon in stock.
"You still don't have the weapons for the dedicated marksmen in yet? It's like the paperwork was never done."
Rolling for Squad
Alex takes the requisition sheet from Sgt. Kelliber, and rushes to the quartermaster. The quartermaster looks at the forms, punches something into his console, and then looks at Alex and Gillian, who smile innocently. He then takes a deep draw from his lho-stick and very carefully puts it away before going to check the contents of the crates and then silently gives the form to be signed by Alex.
"Don't smoke near that.", he says, as Alex returns the form.
1 squad's supplies of IG Flak Armor.
1 squad's supplies of Lascarbines.
1 squad's supplies of Preysense Goggles.
12 components for Servitor maintainance.
24 Demolition Charges.
To be returned:
1 squad's supplies of Laspistols.
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Alex turns to Gillian, and slowly speaks in a low voice, "Well... At least we can't complain there isn't enough explosions happening now. Wonder if I can launch one of them telepathically, when it's prime- Ow, ow, ow, stop hitting me!", he says, after Gillian punches him in the shoulder, hissing "ALEX KAMINSKY!"
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Cpl. Phillips just looks at you and hands you some paperwork
sign here and there. Everyone wants something, now I know why Sgt. is always b%~+~ing and moaning and had something "Important to attend"
After long enough time passes you are released for your duty, your usual 12hr. shift ended you are free for the rest of the evening and report tomorrow at 0500 to Medical bay for vaccination and 24hr quarantine.
Quarantine...at least it could man a chance to do some sleeping.
Liam stays leaned against the wall inside the armoury, giving Cpl. Phillips a tired wave and a nod.
They knew each other from the time Liam had been seconded to supplies and munitions, even if they had not gone beyond cordial co-operation during that stint.
The one person who knew Liam best was probably the drill instructor, seeing as Liam had reported for all three parts of R.I.P training.
Indoctrination was a given, everyone had to do that, and once for Punishment for failing to live up to formal requirements on parade.
Of course, it was Retraining that took the cake, four times so far.
Despite all that, at the moment, Liam's sleepy brain found itself unable to remember the name of the driller.
If anyone asked why he had been paired up with Carvo Tarvish as a partner, it was probably because he was the only one who did not seem to mind or care overmuch about Carvo's jaded cynicism and defeatism, just as Liam's sleepy exterior did little to ruffle Carvo's feathers.
Ironically, there was one person who might consider Liam a model soldier, simply because he had little reason to mind him at all.
The regiments commissar.
A man like Liam simply didn't come across his desk for punishment (aside from that one time) and the things so many guardmen and women eventually became guilty of, like brawling, drunkenness, lewd behaviour and the like, he simply did not do.
Now free for the evening, Athenee made her way through the ship and down seven levels toward the Maintenance Hangar Bay, leaving Zora to her own amusements. Having double duties as a Rough Rider and a Sentinel pilot meant she tended to have less off duty time than most, and she always had to ensure that C-1139 was ready for deployment or Sergeant Jarsus would be all over her, tearing raw strips off her back or worse.
She can see half the members of 4th Platoon - the few, the damned, the outcast - strewn around the bay doing their own maintenance work but before she went to speak to any of them she went to visit her mighty two-legged steed, running her hands over its lines and looking around carefully for any damage or defects that might need her attention.
MoS 2
"Oh, Corporal Phillips, I also got a form for a suit of Carapace armor, but I lost it. Can I still get it?", says Alex after picking up the crates carefully.
Passing by 1st Sgt. Chris, Alex puts down the crate, salutes, and continues onward, mumbling just loud enough for him to hear, "I think I sense something ominous..."
Going down to the maintainance hangar, Alex goes by Athenee, and coughs loudly as she's busy performing maintainance. "Moran! I'd say that I came here just to see you, but that'd be lying. It's the first time I'm supposed to carry stuff around this place here, and I got a lot of parts for Gregori and his nutters. Fancy telling me where I can find them?", giving a bright smile.
"When are you going to take me on a spin in this thing? Ol' Mindflayer is fun and all, but I don't really like spending half an hour washing every piece of equipment I got off his stench. Plus, it seats two, right?", he asks,
Pat spends the quarantine in quiet meditation as he rehearses in his mind the sword-kata his practiced since his childhood. He visualizes each cut, thrust, slash, stab and parry, each stroke ending in a bloody haze.
He looks at the psyker Kaminsy and thinks to himself whether he's reading his mind. Yes, oysters are a fine dish.
Everything seems to be fine with her walker, its refitted now, and she's just not ready for the other conversation just yet, so she flings a complicated glance across the Bay and then steps away from C-1139 and gives Alex a wry smile. "I can do that, Kaminsky. Right this way, mind the loadhaulers. Gillian would get upset with me if I turned her favorite psyker into a red smear on the decking." By the way she crinkles her nose and the laughter in her eyes she's not altogether serious about her callous attitude - though she does seem to have something on her mind.
She leads the cheerful man out of the maintenance bay proper and toward Gregori's lair, continuing the thread of their conversation. "Just the one seat I'm afraid, so it'd be a tight fit - and I'm not sure the Navy is ready for Sentinels striding their decks. Make it harder for them to look down their noses at us when we're ten feet in the air, you know?" She laughs briefly, ducks under a coil of power cabling and gestures to the door ahead of them. "Maybe when we're down, if you promise to keep the gribblies off us. Deal? He's in here I think."
Camael will spend the next few hours going over his new gear and making sure it is in proper working order.
"Don't worry about Gillian, I'm pretty sure she's on a first name basis with the entire Black Fleet by now. I, however, don't like being a red smear on the decking. It's the first thing they teach you NOT to do in Psyker training.", he says, returning the smile.
"Deal. Operation Mechanized Psyker is a go! Thanks, Moran, see you tomorrow in the quarantine!"
Going over to the Techpriests' compound, Alex puts the crates down and knocks on the doors, purposefully ignoring the door mechanism. "Grigori! What has two thumbs, psykic powers and a lovely present for you? You got two tries to guess!", he says loudly, as the doors are opened by an annoyed looking Techpriest, who changes his demeanor considerably when he sees the Omnissiah's symbol on the crates.
Leaving the crates on the floor, and wiping his brow, he grins at Grigori and says, "I'd usually tell you to wait for your birthday, but I suppose it's a bit weird with you lads. Is it constuction day or something? Nevermind. In either case, enjoy. And, please, don't try and save the packaging." He then takes a step back and does a dramatic gesture towards the boxes.
Marko puts in a request for additional charge packs.
Giving Kaminsky a casual parting wave, Athenee turns back and makes tracks out of the Mechanicus chambers and toward where her platoon is quartered. The Adeptus can have a queer affinity for their machines, and while most folk would be uncomfortable in the tight and dimly lit quarters so close to the noisy ship's workings the Adeptus actually seemed to prefer it.
Making her way (somewhat indirectly) back to the long ranked dormitories, Athenee stepped through the door and past the first two troopers with a wild-shy glance back across one shoulder. Her den back on Mordion was rarely silent, but the sounds here were different and sometimes that got to her - reminding her powerfully just how far from home she was. Seventeen steps to the door, eyes down, moving with swift grace as she made a beeline for her bunk.
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Your last day of "freedom" goes away and the night seems shorter than normal. It's 0500 and you are doing lines after lines, drinking pills, taking shots, by the time you are done it's 1500 and you get an accountability formation and what seems to be your entire brigade is separated accordingly, keeping each area apart. Your platoon is left in a quarantine area, where all there is are bunkbeds and a communal bathroom, the person responsible is Sgt. Kelliber.
3rd Platoon (No name yet, I can do it if you guys want me to)
SGT. Kelliber
Corporal Diane
Rough Rider Camael Weapon Specialist
Rough Rider Gant (Comrade)
Rough Rider Athenee Operator
Rough Rider Zora (Comrade)
Rough Rider McGregor
Rough Rider Comrade (Can't find McGregor's for some reason)
Rough Rider Orsini
Rough Rider Comrade (Can't find Orsini's for some reason)
Psykana
Primaris Psyker Iginon
Bodyguard Renton
Psyker Alex
Bodyguards Gillian (Comrade)
Psykana Scribes
Mechanicus
Engiseer Gregori
While he doesn't want to burden himself with extra gear, especially since he doubt he would be able to check out any of the really nice toys, like the missile launcher or the heavy bolter that was teasingly displayed just behind the counter, Liam shrugs and lumbers back to his locker, withdraws the lasgun he had been issued with and walks back to the armoury.
"Heya Phillips, listen, a little birdy told me that we'll be issued carbines before going topside.
I don't really need a carbine and a rifle, how's about letting me hand this baby in and draw a shotgun instead?
...
Might come back for a flamer later on, after I've been "retrained" to use one.
It's only a matter of time anyway..."
Alex is sitting in the quarantine zone quietly, then turns to the scribes and breaks the silence. "Guys, do you know what's the difference between a traitor and an onion? You don't cry when you're slicing a traitor."
He watches with a grin as the majority cringes at the bad joke, and then turns to Iginon, "Primaris, any advice for the field? Anything that I should know, Warp-related or otherwise?"
logistics roll.
Gregori mostly keeps himself, to, well himself. And the veritable army of servitors at his disposal. Knowing that insects may be a problem on the surface he considers utilizing some methods to keep them out of sensitive areas, perhaps some self cleaning protocols?
As a courtesy he checks over the newly acquired sentinels as well, going over the proper incantations and spraying the sacred unguents of W, D, and the #40 where proper and required by scripture.
He much preffered the sentinels, he decided, to the dead eyed creature forced on him for its care. He was an excellent rider. The precision required to run exorcist diagnostics after a prolonged warp trip made piloting a dumb beast mere child's play. He simply preffered the anxious, hungry, machine spirits of the sentinels. They seemed more alive.
Gregori frowns at the joke made in poor taste. "Such words have the weight of darkest portent. I would not be so quick as to believe every traitor is not without its own story of tragedy."
Alex nods at the Primaris and lays down on the cot.
"Well said, Techpriest. Though, I'd rather be happy for them, for they have left a life without the light of the Emperor. Keeping it positive, you know. Who knows, maybe we'll get sent to a nice planet, full of beaches and attractive locals next time!", says Alex, smiling at Grigori.
"Soo... anybody has a lho-stick?", he says again, when the silence settles again.
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few hours in a red light and an alert accompanied by a shake and the cringe and cries of the Fist of Fury.
Make and Agility Challenging (+0) Test
If you fail you get thrown out of sleeping place into the floor or roof or wall from the shake, on top of having to listen to the alarm.
Some interference comes through the vox We are under attack, battle stations, all personnel report to their station, I repeat all personnel report to their stations
Several thuds and noises of more hull impacts
"Hull has been breach, report to the arms room, all personnel report were you are needed and proceed with caution, the Emperor' Protects"
You have no chance to react when the door to your quarantine area opens Major Borivoj himself is there. "Get moving with have to help, about damn time we meet this bastards, let's go say hi the Guard way boys! as the Major himself is leading the entire Mordion 540th to the Munitorum and you are given a lasgun or lascarbine and 2 recharge packs. Major making sure each one get's the one leaving himself to get at the end.
"Secure the hangar bay with all the Arvus carrying everything, and get ready to hop on one, we are leaving this damned place, but not until I kill at least one of these mongrels!"
Agility check
"Stupid navy can't even fly through the void without turbulence."
As the ship shakes, Liam is just able to grab hold of the cot, stopping himself from being flung out like an overripe ploin.
Oh, what now?
Swept along with little information, Liam can't help but curse at the lack of preparation before being thrown into a fight, especially since it means no chance to get into armour.
As he slaps in a charge pack with practice ease on the lasrifle he was given (noting with a wry smile that it is in fact the one he handed in just a little while earlier) he reflects on not knowing if everyone in his squad are trained in how to use them.
Alex falls on the ground, then quickly opens his eyes and ducks to the side, avoiding Gillian, who lands on her butt next to him.
"At least we ain't in quarantine any more. I was getting tired of Liam's snoring. Liam? You awake, man?." Alex puts on his armor as quickly as possible and grabs a Lascarbine.
He then trots at a quick pace, making sure he's not being first in line, ready for action.
Liam merely favours Alex with a jaw creaking yawn in response to his ribbing.
Carno on the other hand is less polite, the older jaded soldier sneers and shakes his head, with a half whispered fungs...
Camael will take a lasgun, slam an ammo cartridge into it and flips it onto safe.
Liam looks over to Camael, indicating with a few brisk movements of the head that they should take point for now, as the two of them can at least use the given weapons proficiently.
No orders yet, but until we're told otherwise, I'm going to be smart about this...
Liam looks over to Camael, indicating with a few brisk movements of the head that they should take point for now, as the two of them can at least use the given weapons proficiently.
No orders yet, but until we're told otherwise, I'm going to be smart about this...
Camael nods, and makes sure his shotgun can be easily drawn and that his lasgun sling will take it out of the way, then takes point with Gant.
Liam gives Camael a distance of about three feet before he and Carno begins to move after, the lasgun held at the ready, set to single fire mode for now.
No sense in wasting ammo before I know what we're up against...
As they move up, Carno mutters to himself, not exactly a fine day to die, but then again, which one ever is?
Alex follows closely behind, holding the carbine in one hand, holding the other one on his Aquila amulet. He rolls his eyes at Carno, and then asks quietly, "Anyone has a clue what we're up against?"
Marko grabs up a lasgun, making sure Dirty D gets the vox set as well as a weapon.
"Hop to, squad! Let's show em how we do Rough Riders."
Charging the lasgun and flicking it to safe he scans the squad before setting out to cover his point men.
"Keep your heads on a swivel and hose down anything coming at us. We got your back, lads."
agility
Marko pretends not to have bounced off the deck, despite the headache and bruises which came with it.
The ship quakes, and Athenee snaps awake as she tumbles off her bunk and lands on her feet. It still takes a few moments before she comes completely to herself - shaking her head, looking around the room for something coming at her. Then Major Borivoj bursts through the door and abruptly it's on.
Athenee trots briskly through the ship, accepting a carbine and the extra charge packs in the Munitorum and automatically adjusting the weapon to overcharge. As Liam and Camael move off down the passageway, she waits until they're a full five feet off and inclines her head to Zora. The two of them set off down the passage in their wake, one sticking to either bulkhead to reduce notice.
Agility test
Gregori says nothing and automatically rolls out of bed adn lands on his feet a hand reflexively reaching out to snatch an airborne guardsman before letting him drop back down.
Grabbing up a lasgun he makes his way to where he is ordered his third arm providing a boon of balance as the ship rocks and shakes.
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the endless corridors of a battleship can sometimes seem endless We are getting close men the hoarse voice of the Major as he is hurrying. as Lord Commissar Dalen joins the Major,
In a cold hearted voice with no feeling but contempt "Contacts have been heard up ahead Major, we could cut through this..."
A blood spatter in the ceiling , silence of the Commissar, then sounds of gunfire chasing the impacts of auto guns.
Command group is separated and you are all suddenly under fire from different corridors taking cover in doors and other corridors.
"Rickert, get your butt to the Commissar, he is injured" 1LT. is pale white as it is his first encounter but nonetheless braves the fire tunnel that the corridor forms and makes it to the Commissar, applying the basic first aid.
"Fire back men, push them back with all you got, let them now no one f$##s with the Night Ripper's"
Pat falls off his bunk. He grabs his sawn off shotgun and cavalry saber and goes off to join the others.
"What the fnck? This is one rude wake up call!!"
Camael will take cover then lean out just enough to get a good shot off, and fire an aimed shot at the first enemy to appear in his line of sight.
standard attack
One moment they're advancing quickly towards the sound of combat, the next the fighting has come to them in a maelstrom of spitting fire. Zora and Athenee were a safe distance behind the vanguard, but now she is huddling within a doorway without any idea of where her comrade's gone. She knows she should be, she should be doing something, but all she can do is stare and huddle and pray, her thumb flicking the switch back and forth, back and forth.
"Fire back men, push them back with all you got, let them now no one f~@#s with the Night Ripper's"
Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in and lean out from cover and fire at the menacing figures behind the autoguns firing at them. Screaming out defiance as her carbine draws two searing lines from her doorway straight at them.
Fire filling her mind, Athenee dives out from her shelter and ahead to a service hatch some twelve feet down the corridor, intent on killing her demons once and for all.
w 3 degrees of success
w 2 degrees of success
Marko moves to cover and looks over his men.
"Give the LT some cover! He's hanging out in the open out there."
BS
Marko follows his own orders and lays a las blast downrange.