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conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
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conversations.value: Lycan 01: Deathwatch:  Extraction    
    Briefing   
  
  Five months ago, the Castobel System was invaded by the Great Devourer.  The Tyranid fleets defeated world after world, devouring all in their path and leaving nothing in their wake.  Now the conflict has reached its climax; the Hive-world Castobel, from which the system takes its name, hangs in the balance.  But while the forces of Humanity may still save that planet, the fate of its colonized moon, Tantalus, has already been sealed.  Its battle for survival is lost, and the small world is making its final death-throes in the closing jaws of the Tyranid menace.  Only hours remain before the last few traces of life are erased from its surface.
  
  But the death of Tantalus may not be in vain.  Stranded on the colony world when the Xenos invasion began, a small team of Adeptus Mechanicus biologists turned their attention from the planet's natural lifeforms to the invading Tyranids.  They gathered priceless data on the bio-forms and strategies used by Hive Fleet Dagon, information which could save innumerable lives and countless worlds.
  
  As the fate of Tantalus' was sealed, the Adeptus Mechanicus team attempted to make their escape.  However, before they could flee, the Tyranid forces were bolstered by the arrival of another bio-ship carrying heavy reinforcements.  Wave after wave of spore pods flooded the world with monstrous creatures and lethal predators, crushing the last remnants of the world's defenses.  Their escape route blocked, the shuttle transporting the last survivor of the research team, Magos Vyakai, attempted to flee to Tantalus' southern polar regions.  This location had not yet been overrun, and it was where the last evacuations and defenses would be made.
  
  But tragedy struck.  Just a few dozen kilometers short of the safety of the polar ice fields, the transport shuttle was brought down by the Tyranids.  Shortly after the crash, fragmented transmissions were sent by Magos Vyakai.  He reported that the shuttle was brought down near a promethium production facility, designation Pyroclast-Gamma-9, and that the data-core carrying the Xenos research also survived the crash.  Contact with the Magos was lost three hours ago - the static storm caused by the Tyranid's defilement of the world's atmosphere has destroyed all vox reception.  His last transmission indicated that Tyranid vanguard predators had been sighted, and that the bulk of the Tyranid swarm could not be more than a few hours behind them.
  
  The Deathwatch frigate  Thunder's Word  was due to rendezvous with the Magos' escape shuttle.  Now, they have scrambled to launch a last minute extraction.  A Kill-Team -  your  Kill-Team - has been gathered and briefed on the situation.  You will descend upon Pyroclast-Gamma-9 via Drop Pod, and from that point you will have five hours to find the Magos and the data-core, then signal for Extraction.  While it is important that you find the Magos alive and keep him in such a state, your real priority is the data-core.  You  must  retrieve it intact - billions of lives are at stake.
  
  A signal device will be given to your Team Leader, to be used to call for Extraction.  Find a suitable location, activate it, and then hold out until a Thunderhawk arrives.  The Team Leader will also be given a data-slate containing various information on Magos Vyakai, Pyroclast-Gamma-9, Tantalus, and basic Tyranid data.  Anyone carrying their own personal data-slate will also have access to this information.  Also included amongst the data is a reference map of the target location, with the crash site already marked.
  
  Your team is still in the briefing room.  You have already donned your armor, though much of your gear is still in the armory.  You have a short amount of time to decide amongst yourselves who will serve as Team Leader, and to agree upon a suitable Oath.  You will also have an opportunity to request a special piece of equipment from the armory, due to the importance of your mission.
  
  
   
   Spoiler 
  
  Go ahead and introduce your characters, then decide on Team Leader, Oath, and gear Req.  As soon as y'all are done, we'll skip to the drop!  😁
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Talkkno: Marcus nodded his head as he finished digesting the information on the data slate, as his mind searches deep in thought. He was shorter then was average, but what belied in stature he made up with sheer presence as he stood up suddenly, his armor wrought with scroll, displaying the name and the battle cry of his chapter his chapter Courage and Honor in High Gothic.
  
    "From the Halo Stars they come, stretching their tendrils amongst the Emperors worlds, sating its never ending hunger, yet for all their immensity, numbers and strength we have endured and scourged them from the stars time and time again. Now is the time to break the back of the Great Devourer once again, for every one of their ploys shall be lain bare for all to see as we descend into the crucible of Tantalus, from death throes of this world, we shall retrieve  the Sword of Damocles."
    The Ultramarine intoned solemnly as he held his combat knife high over the center of the table.
  
   "It will be no easy task brothers, for we are about to enter into the Iron Cage, of which their is only one outcome. Each one of us are mighty warriors and exemplars of our chapter, yet each one of us ultimately are the Emperors sons, both in blood and brotherhood. A bond that is as unbreakable as iron and as keen  so sally froth brothers and cut the bindings on the Sword of Damocles, chopping off the monstrous head of the Great Devourer!"  Marcus proclaims, as he drops the combat knife at the mention of its head, hitting squarely into the middle, the unnaturally sharp blade sinking deep into the wooden table.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: crazedloon: Yngvar 
  
  Yngvar snorts on his mug of strong beer as the Ultramarine proclaims his lofty oaths and proclamations.  As he wipes the putrid drink from his whiskers he laughs.
  
   Leave it to a son of Ultramar to overstate the obvious and be more dramatic than a drunk bard on a frost ridden night. 
  
  His deep throaty voice rumbles with laughter.  His ferocious fangs stlll short by Space wolf standards his battle scars are less than some but more than the average marine his age.  His armor is an ancient set of battleplate with many deep scars tended by the best runesmiths leavng their ancient art to strengthen the armor.  Its battle wounds showing its use as a close combat armor and its many battle proving its wearers worth.  Yngvar stands up slamming his mug on the sturdy table ,a good helping sloshes from it to stain the table, as he slaps his battle brother on the back.  His metal hand making a thunderous clap as it impacts the Ultramarine's battleplate. He towers over the smaller marine being a slight bit tall for a marine and his shoulders broad as they were in life as a human.
  
   But our duty is simple enough, we must save the priest so that his work can be continued.  Let us be swift in our mission so that the threat can be crushed here and now before more planets must suffer the same fate. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Talkkno: "And leave it to a Son of Russ to find humor in even the gravest of circumstances."   Marcus replies, retrieving his knife and sheathing it without ceremony.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Saldre: In a corner of the room, staring out into space, stood a particularly silent marine.
  
  At the commotion, he turned to face the others. A strange, ominous expression washed over him- as if prophesying dark times ahead.
  
  Beneath his hood, his lips shifted, mouthing silent words to no one in particular.
  
  "   Unexpected...   " He says- a single word, whose silent implications are clear perhaps only to himself.
  
      That I would agree with one of  Them.     
  
  At this, he moves closer to the table, perhaps to participate in the conversation- or more likely just to listen.