Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation
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				Title: <strong>Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>24-05-2018, 01:15:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6e/Deathwatch-art6.png)</div> Watch Fortress Erioch, Briefing room Tertius, 23:00<br><br>Arriving at the briefing room at the scheduled hour, the members of Kill Team Invicta would be greeted by the familiar appearance of Watch Captain Brand Mac Lir. <br><br>"Brothers." The basso burr of his voice echoed from the walls of the chamber, as he gestured towards the hololith in the center of the room. Invoking the machine spirit to wakefulness, it lit up to display a slightly grainy image, the irregular proportions easily recognisable as characteristic of a space hulk.<br><br>"The Harbinger of Desolation," he announced, gesturing towards it with one power armoured gauntlet. "It has not been seen in the Reach for some seven decades, and was discovered by a patrol in the Arnatis system, just outside of the Black Reef. At the request of our Mechanicum allies, Kill Team Augusta conducted an initial purge and sweep three months ago. They were able to secure a route for the Mechanicum forces to reach their target, a vessel near the centre of the hulk." His finger passed through the insubstantial image, causing a slight flicker, and indicated a strange vessel silhoette whose size appeared to exceed even that of an Emperor Class battleship.<br><br>"It was their belief that this vessel was human, at least as old as the Great Crusade, and possibly even pre-Imperium." He paused to look around at the team. "If correct, then even heavily damaged the potential information that could be retrieved from it could be literally priceless to them."<br><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8d/Harbinger_of_Desolation.jpg)</div><br>"We know that they were able to reach their destination with acceptable losses, and began to conduct a systematic examination of the vessel. After missing three scheduled check ins, a force of Skitari was dispatched to determine why. This recording is all that they were able to transmit before contact with them was also lost."<br><br>From the vox caster built into the hololith a static-laced transmission began to play.<br><br>+++ INCOMING TRANSMISSION +++<br><br>...ator team be...<br>...rbinger of des...on...<br>...reque... <br>...peat, requesting ur...<br>...ties rising...<br>...Magos...<br>...iron. They ar...<br>...ve deus mechanic...<br>...<br>...<br><br>+++ TRANSMISSION TERMINATED AT SOURCE +++<br><br>"Magos Kanto, the ranking member of the Mechanicum on station evaluated the situation as being beyond the capability of his remaining forces, and returned to Erioch to request additional Death Watch assistance. You will be returning with him to the Harbinger, his vessel due to complete resupply in two hours."<br><br>From the briefing table nearby he lifted an oath parchment, sealed with the Deathwatch insignia on the red wax. "Kill Team Invicta, you will board the Harbinger of Desolation, and make your way to the vessel at its heart. You will determine the fate of both the initial Mechanicum explorator team, and the Skitari that were sent to locate them. Should they have been lost, you will exact vengeance upon their slayers, and deal with any further threats as you judge necessary."<br><br>He stepped forward, holding up the oath parchment. "Kill Team Invicta, do you accept your role in this matter? Do you swear this Oath of Moment upon your honour, to bring this mission to a successful conclusion whatever threats you encounter? Do you pledge to do honour to the Deathwatch, to your chapter, and to Him on Earth?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Mission Objectives</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Primary Objectives: </strong><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Determine the fate of the Explorator team.</li><li>Exact vengeance upon their slayers if they are lost.</li><li>Deal with any further threats as appropriate.</li></ul><strong>Secondary Objectives: </strong><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Determine the fate of the Skitari force.</li><li>Exact vengeance upon their slayers if they are lost.</li></ul><strong>Tertitary Objectives: </strong><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Return any useful data or devices to the Mechanicum</li></ul></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crensler</strong> on <strong>24-05-2018, 02:13:34</strong>
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				Steinolf, Assault Marine of the Deathwatch and loyal son of Leman Russ, stepped forward once the Watch Captain finished speaking, the barest of smiles on his face.&nbsp; "I accept, Watch Captain," he replied eagerly, a barely constrained energy seemingly radiating from him as he took the Oath of Moment.&nbsp; "Upon my honor as an Astartes, I swear to fight with honor beside my Battle-Brothers and accomplish this mission, for the Deathwatch and He who watches over us all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>24-05-2018, 15:02:20</strong>
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				Wal'Dron, Tactical Marine of the Deathwatch and loyal son to Corvus Corax of the Raven Guard, let out an exhale and gave a simple nod at first to these words. Wal'Dron was of medium height for a Space Marine, being a touch over seven feet tall. His form was was otherwise slim and wiry, his eyes entirely black as his medium lengthed hair seemed sharp, even at this late hour for their briefing. "I accept my role in this matter. I do so swear this Oath upon mine own honour and that of my Kill-Team, to bring a successful conclusion to the fate of the Mechanicus in this endeavour, no matter the threat we encounter. I pledge my honour upon the Deathwatch, the Raven Guard and The Emperor, ever holy be His name, that this will be so."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drowdeviant</strong> on <strong>24-05-2018, 23:49:21</strong>
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				Emperor above why did a briefing have to happen now of all times? Gaius, wise Librarian of the Deathwatch and dear son of the blood angels and his primarch, the martyr Sanguinius sighed and down the rest of his stein of recaf before using his force staff to stand up from his seat at the far end of the table. His eyes were presently glowing orange as the mechanical lens within refocusing upon their brother captain as the color changed back to a golden hue. "It must be of dire importance indeed to summon us at this hour Watch Captain. May our holy father on Earth comfort those poor souls who feel in the line of duty." He quipped, his staff quickly taking on an ethereal glow. "I accept my part in this affair. I, Brother Gaius of the Blood Angels swear upon my honor, that of my primarch the martyr Sanguinius and that of our holy father of terra to bring this matter to a successful conclusion whatever foul threats stand in my path. May we exact vengeance for our brothers in the mechanicus and deliver the emperor's&nbsp; judgement upon their murderers." He said in a stern and determined tone.<br><br>Once some members of his kill-team left he approached the Watch Captain. "Watch Captain, I wish to know more about the Desolation if you would be willing to humor me. Have we confirmation from Magos Kanto of any particularly large xenos presence aboard the hulk? We are both men who liked to be prepared after all and I would like to aid our mission in any way I possibly can."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>25-05-2018, 00:23:39</strong>
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				Watch Captain Brand nodded in recognition of the oaths taken, handing the oath parchment to Steinolf, as he had spoken first. It would be his task to affix it to the armour of the team leader, once the Kill Team had chosen one.<br><br>"I have reviewed Kill Team Augusta's report of the original mission. They reported few contacts on their initial route, though the hulk did suffer from instability. A few automated defense systems still active were encountered and destroyed. There were three recorded engagement contacts with renegades, the majority of whom had reverted to feral behavior. They estimated these had likely been aboard since at least the last time it was recorded in realspace, quite possibly longer. They were armed with a handful of energy and solid shot weaponry, but most with improvised melee weaponry."<br><br>"Their ship augurs detected what appeared to be a greenskin cruiser class vessel in the forward part of the hulk, but they encountered no Ork presence en route. It was believed that there may have been no passable routes to that section of the hulk at that point in time. The Mechanicum accepted responsibility for dealing with it, should it become necessary."<br><br>"There also encountered a nest of unknown xenofauna, carrion feeders." He paused, reviewing the information on his dataslate. "Given the reported instability in the hulk, I would surmise that a route has opened up from the forward part of the hull, allowing the greenskins to expand their sphere of operations. There may, of course, be other threats, but I would expect a high likelihood of encountering greenskins."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Dingus</strong> on <strong>25-05-2018, 01:14:20</strong>
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				Against the black paint of the Deathwatch, Hephos's skin seemed merely to be a natural extension of the blessed plate. The Salamander sat quietly at first, his blazing red eyes focused squarely on the Watch Captain. This was an important moment for Hephos in particular. It was not only his first mission with the Deathwatch, but also the first time he had ever embarked on a space hulk mission. True, he had heard several stories, but it was difficult to extract the truths from the exaggerations and falsehoods. He could not afford to be lax in learning what he could about the ground and their possible enemy. The price would otherwise be measured in the blood of his fellow marines.<br><br>Finally breaking his solemn silence, Hephos took his own turn stepping forward and placing his oath. Perhaps, if this had not been his first mission, Hephos might have enjoyed Gaius's wry humor, but now it seemed a bit cocky of the Blood Angel. Hephos intoned, "I accept my role in this. I swear to serve my brothers, my Emperor, and my purpose in this mission. I swear that we will learn of what happened to the brave souls of the Mechanicum and save whatever, or whoever, we can. I swear that we shall learn of their assailants and that we shall grant <em>them</em> the knowledge of the Emperor's fury!"<br><br>Overhearing Gaius's question, Hephos hung around and began making mental preparations. It was probably a good idea to go through some vidlogs of combat with greenskins on other hulks, as well as his own accounts from Armageddon. Despite having settled his doubts long ago, though, Hephos still felt unease at the idea... The apothecary left to make his own preparations. His new squad was counting on him to have his precious medical supplies ready...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>26-05-2018, 18:08:24</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When the call to arms had gone up, the other Son of Sanguinus had been in his cell quietly contemplating an image scrimshawed image of twin girls in flowing robes scrimshawed from a rare ivory.&nbsp; His cell was not particularly spartan—though certain eccentricities could be forgiven of a tech marine.&nbsp; Along with this statuette—a token of bittersweet memories he'd carved over a century ago—Brother Asramael's cell contained at any given time 21 model flying machines.&nbsp; Whenever he made a new one, he chose one to give up.&nbsp; When he had a chance, he shipped the ones he'd finished with to various Schola Progenum with a letter of encouragement to the recently orphaned there.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Brother Asramael arrived with the others.&nbsp; He stayed silent and attentive at first, save to swear he oath to accept the mission.&nbsp; He carefully considered how his specialty might be of particular use to the kill team on this mission—a situation where a tech marine was especial important to have among their number.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drowdeviant</strong> on <strong>26-05-2018, 19:09:18</strong>
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				The librarian simply nods and pats the watch commander on the shoulder. "Then it shouldn't be that difficult of a task...provided those damn pea skinned wretches don't have proper leadership. Are we to recover the fallen if we are able so they have receive proper burial? The machine cult would undoubtedly appreciate not losing the resources I would imagine."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crensler</strong> on <strong>26-05-2018, 19:21:48</strong>
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				"If they have not been already stripped of said resources by the wretched creatures," Steinolf rumbled, disgust clear in his tone and on his weathered, scarred face.&nbsp; "Orks are infamous for their propensity to strip all tech from their foes and twist it to their foul purposes, after all."&nbsp; He barely resisted the urge to spit, instead shaking his head, causing the rune-etched, bone beads in his hair to give a dry rattle.&nbsp; "I look forward to introducing them to what the Deathwatch has in store for them and all xenos."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drowdeviant</strong> on <strong>26-05-2018, 19:40:18</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=288217.msg14168356#msg14168356">Quote from: Crensler on 26-05-2018, 19:21:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"If they have not been already stripped of said resources by the wretched creatures," Steinolf rumbled, disgust clear in his tone and on his weathered, scarred face.&nbsp; "Orks are infamous for their propensity to strip all tech from their foes and twist it to their foul purposes, after all."&nbsp; He barely resisted the urge to spit, instead shaking his head, causing the rune-etched, bone beads in his hair to give a dry rattle.&nbsp; "I look forward to introducing them to what the Deathwatch has in store for them and all xenos."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The librarian chuckled at his comrade's comments. "Well as long as there are still something left I'm sure they'd appreciate whatever we can recover Steinolf...and while it pains me to say, perhaps it might be best your brave pup sits this one out. Orks are known for their hunger after all and I'd hate for you to lose another of your pack to xenos filth." He quipped, going over to his blood brother and patting him on the shoulder. "Come, let us arm ourselves for the glorious coming slaughter my dear son of Russ."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crensler</strong> on <strong>27-05-2018, 03:04:09</strong>
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				Steinolf rolled his eyes Gaius, though the left corner of his mouth did lift slightly.&nbsp; "Yes, scraps pawed over by greenskins," he drawled, the idea a rather ludicrous one in his opinion.&nbsp; "I am certain the Mechanicus will be simply delighted by the prospect."&nbsp; He grunted in affirmation when the librarian mentioned his companion, Freki.&nbsp; "I had not planned on it.&nbsp; He will not be happy about it, I am sure, but better that he remain here this time."&nbsp; He returned the clap to his shoulder by lightly rapping one gauntlet clad fist against his brother's chest.&nbsp; "I look forward to seeing you unleash your fury upon them, brother.&nbsp; You are almost as fearsome as a Rune Priest when you become truly riled."&nbsp; He chuckled and started on his way to the armory, wanting to take his time in selecting his gear after all.&nbsp; "First Battle-Brother to take an Ork's head may have a drink from my flask of Mjød."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drowdeviant</strong> on <strong>27-05-2018, 04:31:25</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=288217.msg14169273#msg14169273">Quote from: Crensler on 27-05-2018, 03:04:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Steinolf rolled his eyes Gaius, though the left corner of his mouth did lift slightly.&nbsp; "Yes, scraps pawed over by greenskins," he drawled, the idea a rather ludicrous one in his opinion.&nbsp; "I am certain the Mechanicus will be simply delighted by the prospect."&nbsp; He grunted in affirmation when the librarian mentioned his companion, Freki.&nbsp; "I had not planned on it.&nbsp; He will not be happy about it, I am sure, but better that he remain here this time."&nbsp; He returned the clap to his shoulder by lightly rapping one gauntlet clad fist against his brother's breastplate.&nbsp; "I look forward to seeing you unleash your fury upon them, brother.&nbsp; You are almost as fearsome as a Rune Priest when you become truly riled."&nbsp; He chuckled and started on his way to the armory, wanting to take his time in selecting his gear after all.&nbsp; "First Battle-Brother to take an Ork's head may have a drink from my flask of Mjød."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Gaius laughed at the russ son's rap on his somewhat metal studded chest. "I know the men of mars have quite queer mannerisms my dear battle brother but they serve the emperor in an almost equal way to us in keeping the imperium's great metallic heart pumping." He quipped, paying the wolf son a rap of his own hand upon the chest-plate when speaking of his dear companion. "What loyal warrior of him on Terra wouldn't chafe at not being allowed to join the slaughter? We will have to be sure to bring him back a memento or something of the sort." He teased, hooking an arm around his comrade's shoulders as they went together to arm themselves. "Alas my rage is not yet wholly within my command dear brother, but I feel I am quite close." He admitted, ducking under Steinolf's arm before leaving him to don the gore soaked armor which had been dubbed the Scorn of Sangunius for its' ability to bring terror to the hearts of the foes of its' wearer. After the proper rites were observed to synchronize the armor's machine spirit to that of his cybernetics the power source roared to life with a low soft growl that would unnerve lesser men. After this he went to arm himself for the task ahead
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>27-05-2018, 17:06:19</strong>
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				"I do not see the harm in reclaiming any useful seeming and still functional resources to the Mechanicum... <em>If</em> we come across them." Wal'Dron interjected to the conversation. "You however would both do well to not take as fact that the Mechanicum were taken by Orks. Space Hulks are notorious hives for Genestealers and other Tyranids. A swarm of Ork Boyz swamping the Skitarii is one thing, a well armed contingent being taken out by Genestealers is quite another thing we should take into consideration when preparing for this Mission." Wal'Dron's arms were folded and he barely deemed to look up past where his sheer raven black hair clouded his pasty-white face.<br><br>Wal'Dron looked over to the Space Wolf though and a dark smirk crossed the Raven Guard's usually stoney stoic face, just for a moment. "<em>If</em> we do find any Orks in the path of our Mission, I am willing to take part in your wager. However it is doubtful you will bare witness to my work. Though neither would the Ork, I would wager." It was spoken not as a quip, though quite a sullen morbid fact. Wal'Dron had fought many battles with some whispers he may have even been brought in for black operations at the recent Seige of Vraks, though he was not the type to admit such a thing if there was any truth in it. For him taking down an Ork from the other side of the battlefield was a grim chore he had long grown accustomed to as his purpose in life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crensler</strong> on <strong>28-05-2018, 16:31:41</strong>
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				"And that, Wal'Dron, is why I said you have to <em>take</em> the head," Steinolf drawled, the Raven Guard's lack of good humor not exactly surprising to him. "I am certain you could <em>kill</em> one first, but take the first head?"&nbsp; He chuckled darkly.&nbsp; "We will see."&nbsp; He went about heading to the armory to prepare for the mission ahead once more.&nbsp; "Now, enough standing around, brothers.&nbsp; We have a mission to prepare for."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>29-05-2018, 14:28:02</strong>
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				Their preparations completed, Invicta deployed to the Mechanicum vessel Eternal Knowledge, under the command of Magos Xavier Kanto. A typical member of the Mechanicus, more machine than flesh, he did his best to engage with Invicta, but left the bulk of that to his liaison, Magos Errant Serina Demetris. Most of her implants were fairly subtle, leaving her looking mostly human, and she was introduced as a dedicated interface between the Mechanicum and other Imperial agencies, to facilitate smoother operations. She arranged for one of the ships holds to be set aside for drilling, with fabrication servitors setting up a variety of environments that would match typical ones found on a hulk.<br><br>The Kill Team were invited to the bridge when the ship was translating back from the warp, binaric prayers and lingua techna reports filling the air around them. The hololith near the Captain's station blossomed into life, showing a schematic of the system. The Eternal Knowledge was a steady green cog/skull icon, the position of the hulk marked by a larger red marker, and as the ships augers continued to feed information, a third contact resolved itself.<br><br>Near the hulk, it was first the strobing white of an unidentified contact. After a few minutes of refinement, it changed to a solid red of a confirmed enemy. And the hololith lit with trajectory indicators showing that it was starting to move directly towards the Mechanicum vessel.<br><br>"Classification now confirmed, Ork escort vessel, probably 87.14% of Onslaught or analogous class. Extremely heavy frontal armour, minimal shielding, large crew compliment. Favoured tactic ramming and close range boarding."<br><br>Demetris turned to the members of Invicta and gestured towards the oncoming icon. "While we stand a reasonable probability of successfully engaging this vessel, it will significantly delay our approach to the hulk, and may result in damage to this vessel. We would estimate however that an initial barrage to overload the shields would allow for a successful teleport assault, which would bypass the armour. Crippling or destroying the engines would render the xenos vessel unable to maneuver, increasing our combat effectiveness by a significant percentage, and reducing the engagement time accordingly. Indeed, we estimate that damage sufficient to cripple the engines or reactors would have at least a 37% probability of the seeing the ship self detonate within the next 30 minutes."<br><br>"Does Kill Team Invicta wish to conduct a teleport assault on the xenos vessel?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>29-05-2018, 17:36:32</strong>
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				Wal'Dron was now fully geared up after requisitions were assigned to perform the few things he knew best for this oncoming mission. Dressed in the usual black power armour, his Corvus suit was mostly covered by a currently inactive camo-cloak, his corvia skull chain he always wore was draped over his Chapter's Pauldron, leaving the silver Deathwatch side shining clean. Advanced Mk.9 sniper rifle was strapped to his back as his chainsword and knife clipped to his waist gave him the look of an ancient Old Terra Samurai, whilst the old Mk.2 Helmet clipped to his Corvus armour with it's old cage-like visor positioned over his nose and mouth gave him the look of an old holy knight.<br><br>Wal'Dron was a studious man along with his stoicism and on the bridge of the Eternal Knowledge hung back and watched over the various displays of reports coming through in the background. As the third contact, the Ork ship came through, he looked to the pair of Battle-Brothers he spoke to earlier, "Looks like that wager is going to happen, Brothers..." he said with a hint of defeat in his voice. He looked then over to Asramael, who was earlier voted in for squad leader for the Mission and sent him a private vox of which the other Battle-Brothers could hear into, though noone else, "So, what do you think, squad leader?" he asked the Blood Angel Techmarine, "I'd say there's no harm in doing it and it will assure the damage the Orks can do to our escape vessel is minimal. The task at hand to undertake this would not be short and delay us from the Hulk itself, however it would minimise the risk of the Hulk and more reliably give us the Mechanicus support to achieve Mission success. Whilst this is not part of our Mission, we should not suffer a xenos to live."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Dingus</strong> on <strong>30-05-2018, 05:12:52</strong>
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				In the Promethean way, Hephos had secluded himself before the mission. He thought back to the scorching badlands of his homeworld and his Burning Walk, relieved to find that his return to purpose was true. His reforging would not be complete, however, without this final trial by fire. Weapons checked. Narthecium prepped. Armor oiled. Machine-spirits supplicated.<br><br><em>Tend to your arms.<br>Tend to your brothers.<br>Keep faith in the Emperor, Our Father.</em><br><br>On board the <em>Eternal Knowledge</em>, Hephos had himself prepared to engage. With the many lenses of his requisitioned diagnostor helm, his appearance was more like a giant unholy xeno than a superhuman soldier. The chainsword at his waist was of unmistakable Salamander craft, functional while still maintaining a simple elegance to its design. He could almost feel the spirit of his armor resenting the bolter against its side.<br><br>Upon learning of the new entity, Hephos studied the hololith intently. Beneath his helm, his expression soured as he heard that it was a vessel belonging to the filthy greenskins. The Astartes spoke his mind plainly. "Every second may count inside the hulk, if there have been any survivors by the grace of the Emperor's mercy. I saw we board the vessel and give the filth more than they bargained for."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drowdeviant</strong> on <strong>30-05-2018, 06:18:07</strong>
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				Gaius had done some shadow boxing after putting on his armor, the suit of corvus mark XI lighter than its' other older brother models though at the cost of slightly less protection. Meanwhile he mentally prepared for the task ahead, he would no doubt need the aether's aid to make sure they all returned to the watch-fort safely.<br><br><em>You are our father's holy lance with which he pierces the darkness<br>Cast back the shadows so your gene brothers may know the alien and purge it from this world<br>Blessed be he on Terra and his son the martyred angel, amen.</em><br><br>Coming back to the present he drew his bolter and loaded it with a clip of both normal ammo and the sole allotment of hellfire rounds he had request for this mission, thumbing on the red-dot sight before shifting to a one handed grip so the gun now lay nestled in his left arm. Then in his right was drawn the chain sword he had requisitioned, the son of sanguinius ready to smite with both bolt and blade.<br><br>Upon hearing the status update the rest of the team merely heard him let out an almost sinister chuckle. "May our holy father have mercy on the xenos scum, for I surely will not. Ready to strike when you are gentleman" He quipped, following behind the son of Russ as they felt into formation behind their elected squad leader.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crensler</strong> on <strong>30-05-2018, 07:36:37</strong>
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				Steinolf hefted his assault shotgun, drawing back the bolt to chamber a round.&nbsp; "Then we strike the orks at their heart, first.&nbsp; Otherwise we risk failure should they decide to make for the hulk themselves."&nbsp; The eyes of his MK VIII suit's helmet seemed to flash as they reflected the light.&nbsp; "And failure is unacceptable."&nbsp; He nodded to his Battle-Brothers.&nbsp; "Let us do His grim work, brothers.&nbsp; For Chapter, Emperor, and the Deathwatch."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>30-05-2018, 17:03:53</strong>
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				Wal'Dron gave a nod to his Brothers and looked to Asramael once more, keeping the vox private amongst the squad only still, "It seems your Brothers have all voted, squad leader. However the final vote and decision on this endeavour falls to you. I am but a weapon in the hands of the Emperor and those that He deems fit. Those higher than us have decided it is you who leads us, Brother Asramael and I put my skills in your hands to be directed as seen fit." he speaks in his usual stoic though very honest tone. He had no need to place his weapons in hand at this moment, the time would come when it was needed, as it always had for him before now.<br><br>"These are all excellent reasons for us to attack this Ork vessel, my Brothers..." Wal'Dron spoke, looking to the others now in the Kill-Team, "However we must also remember that this is not an objective for our Mission, it is but a side-thread by which it's undertaking will make our given Objectives potential ease, though we risk our Adeptus Mechanicus vessel and allies along with our own lives before the Mission is even to be undertaken. Such measure of worth falls to our squad leader, for it is he who follows the path given by the Emperor, his Chapter, the Deathwatch and us, the Kill-Team under his command."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>30-05-2018, 18:11:31</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For several moments the tech marine stood silently, both listening to his battle brothers and looking over the mechanicus input, checking their calculations with his own cogitators.&nbsp; His brothers words came largely from faith and conviction.&nbsp; This was good, it would strengthen them, a hearing it strengthened him.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But he could not lead with those things—not when he had time to time to let them motivate him to greather heights of reason.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Now Asmarael nodded, a quiet show of a conviction from a man who had stood like a statue for the last 73 second.&nbsp; “A slight error in your reasoning Brother Wal'dron.&nbsp; We can not dismiss these Xenos as peripheral to our objective.&nbsp; They stand between us and our entry.&nbsp; If permitted to continue their existence, they will threaten our successful extraction.&nbsp; Both are unacceptable risks to our objectives.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Prepare for battle, my brothers.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Captain Demstris,” Asmarael spoke aloud now.&nbsp; “My calculations agree with yours.&nbsp; Kill Team Invictus will conduct a teleport assault on the Xenos vessel.&nbsp; I have given the custodians of the Teleportarium the invocations associated with my teleport beacon.&nbsp; Assing an auspex acolyte to determine if we may use it for extraction that we may deal with the xenos engines accordingly.”&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>30-05-2018, 18:25:38</strong>
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				Magos Demetris gave a nod as Asmarael made the decision to commit the Kill Team to battle. "Our sensor auguries note a large degree of interference from the xenos power generators. They are clearly unsanctified, and the machine spirits within are as angry as their masters. If you can emplace the teleport homer outside the range of their anger, we will be able to lock clearly onto you when you wish to return. Within the interference range we may still be able to reach you, but it will be more difficult. The longer it can be left set in place and transmitting, the better a lock we will have on that position."<br><br>She raised her hands in front of her face, apparently manipulating something only she could see. "We are working to refine our knowledge of the structure of the xenos vessel, to locate suitable teleport sites. Once you decide which part of the vessel you wish to strike, we will be ready to invoke the blessings of the Omnissiah upon you. We will provide a constantly refined feed to you until you depart."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Dingus</strong> on <strong>31-05-2018, 02:18:16</strong>
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				"Brother," Hephos inquired of the Techmarine, "we have a bit of a choice when we teleport onto the ship. We can either set up the teleporter as soon as we land and let it charge while we hit the target, or we can safeguard it and carry it with us. That will increase the overall time on the vessel, however. As someone who knows the tenacity of machine-spirits better than I do, I am more than happy to leave that up to you," the Salamander said with a wry smile in his voice.<br><br>"Either way, we are probably better suited by finding a location within the front of the ship. The crude tech of the orks works just barely and any damage that we will likely only increase that interference."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>31-05-2018, 15:37:51</strong>
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				"So be it, Squad Leader." Wal'Dron nodded to the man's words, upon listening to Magos Demetris, he looked back to Asramael, "We should clear out a specific area completely of these Orks and fortify it to make sure the homing beacon can broadcast for the optimum amount of time. Squad Leader, from your own teachings from the Mechanicus to take your position as a Tech-Marine I believe where we place the homing beacon would also be a perfect place for you to take command." Wal'Dron looked to Hephos and nodded in agreement with the Salamander Healer.<br><br>"Orks are attracted to a fight, perhaps I could be placed as a hidden guard for the beacon and create a sniping kill-zone near it with my rifle. The Orks, struggling to notice anyone to fight would likely go over a more obvious target, that being more visible members of the Kill-Team. I would be able to use Stalker rounds and my Rifle to silently take out any Greenskin that would deem to go near the homer, leaving the broadcast to the Mechanicus largely uninterrupted." He paused, "It is not an objective I would take much glory in, I would much more happily scout and take point in the ship, doing recon and taking down clearer threats from the shadows, though I will do whatever is seen fittest."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>01-06-2018, 21:21:02</strong>
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				&nbsp; The tech marine pondered. "I do not like the idea of dividing the kill team. I'm this instance,&nbsp; though,&nbsp; it may be the wisest course. With the aid of Hephos I should be able to secure the return beacon. Do the rest of you haveconfidence in your ability to sabotage the our ship's engines or should I trade positions with one of you. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drowdeviant</strong> on <strong>01-06-2018, 21:26:06</strong>
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				Gaius rolled his eyes behind his helmet's lenses, "I took a melta bomb for that reason. But perhaps we mighttake down the reactor instead. That way they can't ever hope to follow us and we rid the universe of xenos filth. Merely a suggestion bare in mind dear brother angel."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>02-06-2018, 01:05:55</strong>
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				Wal'Dron looked to Asramael, "I have as much confidence as what you place in me, squad leader." was his succint answer to the proposition of their tactics going in. He looked over to Gaius and to the others in the squad then, following the battle-brother's words following. "I question how you could know we would run into the need for such destruction on a search and reclaim mission, however it seems your requisition in this endeavour will at least find some use." Wal'Dron tapped lightly the side of his ancient Mk.2 helmet on it's temple in studious thought, "Clearly a single brother making their way to plant a Melta at the reactors will encourage some resistance from the Greenskins..."<br><br>Wal'Dron let out a small inhale and exhale through the vox as he was clearly weighing up options in his mind, "Perhaps I should venture forth to the reactor and silently take down any Orks standing guard through the vessel. To clear a path without causing much of a stir, my Battle-Brothers. We are linked through our vox and I can send the rest of the Kill-Team in silence vox-broadcasts of the reconnaisance I am able to achieve." Thinking done, he wrapped his Camo-Cloak more tightly around his Mk.6 Power Armour, jangling the Corvia bird skull chain he was wearing, "I am ready to go forth on this objective, Squad Leader." he proclaimed to Asramael.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crensler</strong> on <strong>02-06-2018, 01:11:36</strong>
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				"Much as the act of destroying their pathetic excuse for a reactor appeals to me," Steinolf began as he did some last checks on his gear, "we also have no idea what will happen when we disable it thanks to the orks' version of 'engineering'."&nbsp; He shook his head.&nbsp; "Of course, it could merely explode.&nbsp; But, then again, it could also rip open a hole to the Immaterium for all we know."&nbsp; Then he shrugged.&nbsp; "I am no expert, however, so I will leave such a decision to our good squad leader."<br><br>"Why do you have to take all the fun out of it?"&nbsp; He asked sourly upon hearing Wal'Dron's suggestion, rolling his shoulders so his Wolf Pelt settled about them more securely.&nbsp; "I, for one, am looking forward to cutting my way through their ranks."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drowdeviant</strong> on <strong>02-06-2018, 01:30:35</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=288217.msg14182540#msg14182540">Quote from: Crensler on 02-06-2018, 01:11:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Much as the act of destroying their pathetic excuse for a reactor appeals to me," Steinolf began as he did some last checks on his gear, "we also have no idea what will happen when we disable it thanks to the orks' version of 'engineering'."&nbsp; He shook his head.&nbsp; "Of course, it could merely explode.&nbsp; But, then again, it could also rip open a hole to the Immaterium for all we know."&nbsp; Then he shrugged.&nbsp; "I am no expert, however, so I will leave such a decision to our good squad leader."<br><br>"Why do you have to take all the fun out of it?"&nbsp; He asked sourly upon hearing Wal'Dron's suggestion, rolling his shoulders so his Wolf Pelt settled about them more securely.&nbsp; "I, for one, am looking forward to cutting my way through their ranks."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Gaius rolls his eyes at Steinolf's comments, "That is why I intend to throw it at the reactor and get to be relatively far away when the blast goes off Steinoff...and I suggest you all to do the same." He quipped, drudging along with the others to the teleportarium<br><br>He chuckled at Wal'dron's suggestion, "Awfully boastful words dear brother. But how like a son of Corvus to look to steal the glory of others with a well placed rifle round instead with a sword or with his own two hands." He added, knowing well of the raven guard and their inglorious ways of war.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>02-06-2018, 01:52:57</strong>
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				Though it couldn't be seen from outside his helmet, Wal'Dron almost cracked a smile across his stoney pale face at that comment Steinolf said to him. "Getting the drop to chop a small unit of Orks is very fun. However, receiving a charge from a multitude of them makes it a bit of a struggle to swing a weapon. They tend not to flee if the mob is large enough also, no matter how many you may cut down." Wal'Dron explained to his Space Wolf brother, "However... A mob of greenskins does tend to be weakened enough to make somewhat good sport when their leader takes a round to it's brain. Its the difference of a fight you may find fun, Brother... Or being swallowed up in a green-tide before you switch your chainsword on."<br><br>He turned to check his weapons before giving one last look to Steinolf, "Of course Brother, our friendly wager is still very much on." He winked, though the Space Wolf wouldn't have been able to see it past the relic helmet Wal'Dron wore. He followed in silence behind Gaius as they approached the teleportarium, "I am merely stating prior mission perameters my own Chapter had sent me on and of which I am both happy and skilled to achieve. I have no real time for boasting or any other action that is surplus to mission perameters." the Raven Guard explained, "You speak on prior experiences with my Chapter, Brother? Perhaps you would fancy a wager of ability between yourself and I?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drowdeviant</strong> on <strong>02-06-2018, 02:05:28</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=288217.msg14182606#msg14182606">Quote from: wander on 02-06-2018, 01:52:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Though it couldn't be seen from outside his helmet, Wal'Dron almost cracked a smile across his stoney pale face at that comment Steinolf said to him. "Getting the drop to chop a small unit of Orks is very fun. However, receiving a charge from a multitude of them makes it a bit of a struggle to swing a weapon. They tend not to flee if the mob is large enough also, no matter how many you may cut down." Wal'Dron explained to his Space Wolf brother, "However... A mob of greenskins does tend to be weakened enough to make somewhat good sport when their leader takes a round to it's brain. Its the difference of a fight you may find fun, Brother... Or being swallowed up in a green-tide before you switch your chainsword on."<br><br>He turned to check his weapons before giving one last look to Steinolf, "Of course Brother, our friendly wager is still very much on." He winked, though the Space Wolf wouldn't have been able to see it past the relic helmet Wal'Dron wore. He followed in silence behind Gaius as they approached the teleportarium, "I am merely stating prior mission perameters my own Chapter had sent me on and of which I am both happy and skilled to achieve. I have no real time for boasting or any other action that is surplus to mission perameters." the Raven Guard explained, "You speak on prior experiences with my Chapter, Brother? Perhaps you would fancy a wager of ability between yourself and I?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Gaius merely chuckled at the raven guard's response, "I might have crow brother, though the sons of Corvus I had the glory of fighting beside did not shy away from melee combat as you seem to. If you truly wish to prove yourself to me brother then join brother Steinoff and I in the fray and show these filthy xenos the wrath of the emperor first hand. Blood Angel, Space Wolf, Salamander...we all prefer to allow our foes to die knowing the face of their slayer. Something to bare in mind if you are to ever be considered as squad leader for a future mission."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Dingus</strong> on <strong>02-06-2018, 02:29:16</strong>
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				Listening to all of the bragging, Hephos reminded his squadmates, "Just as we are tools of the Emperor, our weapons are an extension of his will. The bolter, the blade, the flame, the fist... All that matters is killing the alien. The distance between matters not." He shrugged, the movement somewhat stifled by his power armor's plating. "I say that a little of everything just results in more dead xenos and more answered prayers. Besides... much as I like Salamander-forged arms, not having an ork's foul breath in your face is a nice benefit," Hephos quipped.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>02-06-2018, 11:54:31</strong>
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				&nbsp; "With such a disorderly foe as we face," Asmarael spoke again after a moment, "Flexibility is called for.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; "Wal'dron, Hephos.&nbsp; When we reach the orc vessel, we will locate an area easily secured and held to begin powering the teleport homer.&nbsp; Dependent upon the nature of that or nook or cranny, I will either need Wal'dron or Hephos with me to secure it.&nbsp; The rest of you must then make your way to the engine room.&nbsp; Planet the meta bomb to detonate the engines on a timer and then jam the door to the engine room as best as you can when you vacate.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; "The timer must be set to allow you sufficient time to return to the teleport homer that we may be extracted before the engines explode."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>02-06-2018, 13:23:16</strong>
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				"We all have our role to play, brother." Wal'Dron answered Gaius, somewhat down about the need to defend his own skill and ability in the field. He could quite adequately swing a sword, though his aim with a rifle was outstanding and a benefit that brought him to this Kill-Team. Wal'Dron whilst having the social ability to present this, nonetheless was somewhat brought to be morose thanks to Corvus' blood within him. "I feel no need to be squad leader over anyone else." He gave a nod to Hephos's words and felt his spirit momentarily possibly uplifted by the Salamander's words, it seemed the personality of Vulkan as given by legend was in this particular son of his.<br><br>"You manage to put into better words that which I struggle to do so, Brother Hephos." he spoke, giving a nod of respect to the Battle-Brother. He then took an exhale to center himself before he looked to Asramael. The mission was about to begin. "As you wish, squad leader." Before he was readied to be teleported over, he looked down at his bolter and pondered in a statuesque silence if he should begin scouting with that readied or his rifle. He then noticed the chainsword mag-locked to his power armour next to the sheath his combat knife was in under his camo-cloak and with vox-off let off a small depressed grumble at the sight before he stood back as a tall and ready son of Corvus.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>02-06-2018, 13:39:45</strong>
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				&nbsp; Asmarael went quite again as they waited the moment to teleport--the weak moment in the Xenos's shields.&nbsp; He closed his eyes, finally allowing himself the comfort of prayer for many long moments.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; As the insertion grew closer, Asmarael spoke again. "if you have any doubts as to how best to arm yourselves for the insertion."&nbsp; He drew chain sword and bolt pistol, "Consider the close quarters."&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>03-06-2018, 01:16:38</strong>
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				Void combat is very different to the combat most marines would be familiar with. The atmosphere of the bridge was quiet as maneuvers and counter-maneuvers were plotted. The lights dimmed very slightly as the lances fired, their drain on the ships power systems enormous.<br><br>Magos Demetris gestured towards the hololith that showed the respective positions of the two vessels. "We have now entered combat range and are engaging with maximum range lance strikes. The Xenos do not appear to have any corresponding armaments, as they would normally fire as soon as they believe they are in range. Were our speed equal to theirs, we could hold the range open indefinitely until we had destroyed them, but this will not be possible. Based on initial readings, the machine spirits have determined we should negate their shields within 10.31 minutes. We would suggest you move to the teleportorium and be ready to proceed with your strike as soon as their shields are down."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Dingus</strong> on <strong>04-06-2018, 07:28:57</strong>
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				At Asmarael words, Hephos allowed a slight smile beneath his helmet. He grabbed hold of the hilt of his chainsword, feeling at home again with it in his grip. His armor's machine-spirit growled appreciatively, sensing that combat would soon be nearing.<br><br>Compared to the roar and flash of ground battle, space combat was... He did not want to use the word 'frightening', but Hephos was aware that there were circumstances in that all the genetic advantages of an Astartes would mean very little to the harsh, cold laws of physics and its murderous tools of light and vacuum. It was a strange thought, but he welcomed the chance to board the alien vessel. Killing more of the hated greenkins aside, it would give him the chance to actually <em>do</em> something.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crensler</strong> on <strong>04-06-2018, 12:01:51</strong>
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				"I despise this part," Steinolf muttered, the fact the space battle was beyond their control simply infuriating to the Space Wolf.&nbsp; If he could take part somehow it would be different, but instead they were all forced to stand in the teleportarium and wait until the battle was over.&nbsp; Granted their vessel apparently had a distinct advantage over the Ork held one, but still, the next ten minutes seemed to pass like hours.&nbsp; "Remember, brothers," he began, tone taking a more relaxed edge, "the wager is the first of us to <em>take</em> a head."&nbsp; He glanced at the Raven Guard warrior pointedly, even though he couldn't see it.&nbsp; "Putting a bolt shell in the skull of one of these foul xenos does not count.&nbsp; Simply pick it up and speak over the comm link."&nbsp; He looked to each of them in turn.&nbsp; "I trust you all enough not to fudge the bet, so to speak."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>05-06-2018, 00:04:37</strong>
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				Wal'Dron nodded to Asramael, it was if the squad leader could see the dark conflict in the intellectual Raven Guard's mind. "Yes, squad leader." he merely spoke and unstrapping his Bolter, tweaked his fire selector to select the Stalker Rounds he requisitioned. He felt comfortable enough to keep the Boltgun held in his off-hand as with his strong hand he took the grip of the chainsword he requisitioned and let it off the maglock and readied it also. Just incase the teleportarium dropped them into the thick of a mob of Boyz. As the power drained with each lance shot at the Ork vessel, Wal'Dron found almost a sense of peace as the dark slunk around him, each moment a feeling of grace that both The Emperor and Corvus watched over him.<br><br>Less than minutes before the shields would be down. He was readied now, so in the quiet and as the lights slunk on and off leaving him in moments of darkness, Wal'Dron stood in silence as he dwelt on his position of being a Son of the Night. He looked down upon the Bolter, rechecking it was ready to fire the correct rounds. He looked down upon his chainsword and thought in a dour grimness over the sense of pride he senselessly exposed in taking the Space Wolf's wager. He gave a single glance back to Steinolf. He was in agreement in part with the Battle-Brother that the wait, the quiet before the gathering storm could be hard, though Wal'Dron tried usually to consider tactical options, back-up plans and methods of extraction in these moments.<br><br>Wal'Dron was skilled with his chainsword, though not to the level of some of his Brothers here. He was not the worst either however, though he was less than agile in melee due to the methodology of the machine-spirits in this particular suit of Mk.6 Power Armour he wore. Still, a surprise and deft swipe may yet catch a greenskin unawares. "Through the vox we are bonded, Brother Steinolf. Squad Leader has recommended to be ready for melee. I just pray hope this wager does not end with us playing directly into the greenskin's hands. They are particularly adept in melee, where their real weakness lies in ranged combat." He didn't comment that he planned to have all his Brother's backs as they moved ahead, that he would do his best to make sure they would all come back alive.<br><br>He let the Wolf have his pride.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>06-06-2018, 02:40:22</strong>
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				The calm serenity of the teleportorium was broken as one of the attending Magi announced "Xenos vessel shields are down. Prepare for embarkation." The chorus of binaric prayers rose around the platform, and the air began to fill with the mingled scents of incense and caged lightning. "Activation in 30 seconds, the Omnissiah directs our footsteps along the path of knowledge."<br><br>"The soul of the Machine God surrounds thee.<br>The power of the Machine God invests thee.<br>The hate of the Machine God drives thee.<br>The Machine God endows thee with life.<br>Engage!"<br><br>For a moment the universe seemed to turn itself inside out, and when it righted itself once more, Invicta was stood in a ramshackle hold, great piles of debris strewn all around. The ozone tang of teleportation hung in the air, and lightning traceries of witchfire skittered and crawled over the nearest junk piles.<br><br>Blinking in surprise a score of yards ahead was a figure, filthy and raggedly dressed, but unmistakably human. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drowdeviant</strong> on <strong>06-06-2018, 04:43:24</strong>
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				As they came out the other end Gaius stuck near his squad leader and peered about, spotting the miserably ragged man. putting away his bolter for the moment he extended a hand and attempted to channel the warp to link their minds. The disheveled wretch would hear a stern yet friendly voice speak from inside his mind.<br><br><em>"Greetings friend, thank the emperor we found you. Now if you would be so kind as to come near so we might speak with thee I would be eternally grateful. Let us his holiness's avenging angels take you into our protection."</em><br><br>After doing so the librarian curled a finger at him to beckon him over silently.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> fettered focus power test for short range telepathy, standard success</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll ID: 120864<br>Owner: Drowdeviant<br>Viewer: Noone or Anyone<br>Time Rolled: 2018-06-05 19:44:52<br><br>Summary: At 2018-06-05 19:44:52, Drowdeviant (uid: 54292) rolls: 1d100 Result: 55 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=120864)<br><br>Full Result: Drowdeviant rolled: 1d100<br>Comment: 1 Degree of Success<br>Result: 55, <br>Total: 55<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>06-06-2018, 10:27:03</strong>
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				Wal'Dron could be described as somewhat just about tolerant for the Adeptus Mechanicus. He understood they saw The Emperor as their Omnissiah, though cared not for any false Machine God they worshipped. As such in his head as the Kill-Team teleported onto the vessel did he speak his own litanies of faith to Him, the true God-Emperor of Mankind on the most holy Golden Throne back on Holy Terra. Wal'Dron stood in silence as he saw the hooded human figure, a score of yards was roughly sixty feet, surprised before the Angels of Death on their Mission. Wal'Dron did not put his weapons away, nor did he try to make himself seem any more or less approachable than he was.<br><br>He did eventually look to the others and over private vox outside of the human's hearing, he asked the Brothers, "A human on an Ork vessel? What is this man doing here? I did not think Orks were ones to take prisoners that they could not get a good fight from." Wal'Dron peered at the figure and tried to ascertain any more detail to this ragged mystery. He sensed there was more to this than mere happenstance, perhaps there was a link to the missing Mechanicus members, though he'd rather stand back and study the scene in silence. This was a strange xenos vessel and traps were a very real possibility they could trigger if not careful.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">perception rolling: rolled a 2.</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: wander rolled: 2d10<br>Comment: visual check on mystery figure<br>Result: 10, 2<br><br>That's a 02. Not sure if it'd be Awareness or Scrutiny with Perception (48) to get more detail on this figure.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crensler</strong> on <strong>06-06-2018, 18:56:23</strong>
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				Steinolf raised a hand to touch his wolf pelt and closed his eyes just before the teleportarium activated, letting out the breath he'd been holding once they fully materialized on the Ork vessel.&nbsp; The appearance of a human on the vessel, though a little surprising, wasn't too shocking given the tendencies of the greenskin xenos for taking slaves/emergency food rations from the settlements they pillaged.&nbsp; This particular human must either have been quite useful, or a quite recent prize.&nbsp; While Wal'Dron spoke of his ignorance regarding the subject matter and Gaius did... something, the Space Wolf decided to sweep the room, assault shotgun raised and ready should a threat present itself.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">perception check</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2018-06-06 11:55:48, Crensler (uid: 63766) rolls: 1d100 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=120920)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>09-06-2018, 23:31:20</strong>
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				The raggedly dressed man stood silent for several long moments, mouth open wide and head slowly shaking. He raised his hands to rub his eyes, then slowly started to walk towards you all. Stopping in from of Gaius he raised a trembling hand, taking three attempts to extend it far enough to brush his fingertips against Gaius's armour. With a low moan, he then fell to his knees, trembling hands making the sign of the Aquila across his chest. "Oh great lords, great lords, you're real. I'm not dreaming, you're real. Praise the Emperor."<br><br>He bowed his head, either overcome by emotion or unwilling to look upon the Emperor's Angels of Death. "Command me lords, and I obey."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drowdeviant</strong> on <strong>09-06-2018, 23:45:29</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=288217.msg14198134#msg14198134">Quote from: HairyHeretic on 09-06-2018, 23:31:20</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The raggedly dressed man stood silent for several long moments, mouth open wide and head slowly shaking. He raised his hands to rub his eyes, then slowly started to walk towards you all. Stopping in from of Gaius he raised a trembling hand, taking three attempts to extend it far enough to brush his fingertips against Gaius's armour. With a low moan, he then fell to his knees, trembling hands making the sign of the Aquila across his chest. "Oh great lords, great lords, you're real. I'm not dreaming, you're real. Praise the Emperor."<br><br>He bowed his head, either overcome by emotion or unwilling to look upon the Emperor's Angels of Death. "Command me lords, and I obey."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Gaius chuckled in a low tone at the man's respectful manner. "Get behind me and my brothers good sir, we shall shield you from these foul xenos and will see that you are ferried safely back to our ship where you might receive proper care." He quipped in a gentle and benevolent tone before turning to his fellow blood angel. "Brother Asmarel how shall we proceed?"<br><br>Meanwhile he maintained the psychic bond between the prisoner and himself. <em>"Tell us all that you can about this vessel my friend."</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>10-06-2018, 00:25:54</strong>
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				Wal'Dron was still untrusting in the situation and turned to make sure even if the man stood behind the Kill-Team, his visor would not leave the man's presence. "Praise the Throne." he nodded to the man, his vox speaker making his words now audible to the outsider. "Forgive me, though I have some questions I hope you may answer. I am Brother Wal'Dron of this Kill-Team and the Raven Guard chapter." he continued to speak to the ragged man. "Please, tell me and my Battle-Brothers who you are and what brought to this vessel and when." He thought that whilst he expected Mechanicus members or Skitarii to be prisoners, this man did not at least on a cursory viewing seem to be cybernetically enhanced though possibly his ragged robes covered such things.<br><br>He briefly looked to Gaius and put his vox on private to the Kill-Team, "You are too trusting, Brother Gaius and eager to help a man we know nothing of. The Orks could have placed some jury-rigged trap on the man and this could be playing into their hands." he muttered to the psychic Blood Angel. The man could quite rightfully been merely unlucky and to help a human in need was what the Astartes by right should do. However Wal'Dron knew that whilst the Orks were a stupid brutal xenos race, they had an element of cunning to them which should not be underestimated. He did not think the man to willingly be a traitor, though he also did not put it past the Orks here to have some trap defences on the vessel.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drowdeviant</strong> on <strong>10-06-2018, 01:46:01</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=288217.msg14198230#msg14198230">Quote from: wander on 10-06-2018, 00:25:54</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Wal'Dron was still untrusting in the situation and turned to make sure even if the man stood behind the Kill-Team, his visor would not leave the man's presence. "Praise the Throne." he nodded to the man, his vox speaker making his words now audible to the outsider. "Forgive me, though I have some questions I hope you may answer. I am Brother Wal'Dron of this Kill-Team and the Raven Guard chapter." he continued to speak to the ragged man. "Please, tell me and my Battle-Brothers who you are and what brought to this vessel and when." He thought that whilst he expected Mechanicus members or Skitarii to be prisoners, this man did not at least on a cursory viewing seem to be cybernetically enhanced though possibly his ragged robes covered such things.<br><br>He briefly looked to Gaius and put his vox on private to the Kill-Team, "You are too trusting, Brother Gaius and eager to help a man we know nothing of. The Orks could have placed some jury-rigged trap on the man and this could be playing into their hands." he muttered to the psychic Blood Angel. The man could quite rightfully been merely unlucky and to help a human in need was what the Astartes by right should do. However Wal'Dron knew that whilst the Orks were a stupid brutal xenos race, they had an element of cunning to them which should not be underestimated. He did not think the man to willingly be a traitor, though he also did not put it past the Orks here to have some trap defences on the vessel.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Gaius sighed at Wal'Dron's comment, "Brother Wal'Dron it appears the shadows bring out your true feelings quite speedily it appears. True the orks have a sort of primal cunning which makes them dangerous, but if they were to attempt something as you describe it would no doubt be unusually bulky and hindering to this man's range of movement. So check the man if you must but know that I will not take another insult to my conduct lying down...Also it would no doubt interest the watch captain that you appear so eager to question the actions of your squad mates." He remarked in an evidently displeased tone, suddenly falling silent and discontinuing the telepathic bond he had with the raggedly man they had in their midst.<br><br>He looked about the room to discern where they aproximately landed and whether their were any orks potentially nearby.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crensler</strong> on <strong>10-06-2018, 02:31:05</strong>
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				"Enough," Steinolf barked over the private vox channel, sounding irritated.&nbsp; "We do not have time for the two of you to continue sniping at one another."&nbsp; He kept his focus on their surroundings while he spoke.&nbsp; "Much as it pains me to say it, we also do not have time to watch over a half starved, unarmed man."&nbsp; He glanced at the prisoner the Orks took briefly.&nbsp; "We need to make for our objectives and cripple this xenos wreck the Orks call a vessel."&nbsp; He checked for exits to the room, wary of any traps or even faults in the construction of this ramshackle Ork ship.&nbsp; "Of course, the final decision lays with our squad leader."&nbsp; He nodded to Asramael.&nbsp; "What say you, Brother?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That One Dingus</strong> on <strong>10-06-2018, 03:08:42</strong>
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				Holstering his bolt pistol, Hephos stepped forward and helped the man to his feet. His voice was warm and welcoming "Yes, praise the Emperor, but we are not safe just yet. Tell me, friend, are there others?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>10-06-2018, 15:18:18</strong>
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				The man turned to look at each member of the kill team as they spoke, nodding his head. "Yes, yes. I'm Odd .. no, no I'm not. They call me Oddgit. The Orks. My name is Marneus Levers. I was engineseer secundus aboard the Pride of Solomon, under the command of Lord Viktor of House Thais. He is ... was a Rogue Trader. Our ship was attacked in the Nika system ... I'm not sure how long ago. Weeks. Probably months. Most of the crew died I think. The Orks crippled and boarded us. We fought, but there were too many. There was an explosion, I ... I think I lost consciousness. When I came too, I was here. There were a few other survivors, at first. I don't think I've seen anyone else for at least a week. Maybe two."<br><br>"You want to destroy them, I can help. I know some of the grotways." He paused looking around at the kill team. "Um ... if you'd fit. You're so much bigger. But I can help, just please, take me with you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>10-06-2018, 16:08:37</strong>
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				Wal'Dron made a sigh to himself unaudible via muting his vox before he stared at Gaius. It would have been a stare-down, if not for the ancient relic of a helmet on his head. In private vox to Gaius he sends; "You accuse me of boasting when I discuss tactics, you insult my Chapter in your disregard of the abilities that placed me on this team and you insinuate I care for nothing more than promotion through your deflections. You have complete disregard to the questioning of an action that may endanger not just your Battle-Brother's lives but your own and then you say <em>I</em> am insulting <em>your</em> conduct? We will settle this dispute within the practice cages upon our return. You have now made this a matter of honour that will be upheld in a duel. I do not wish to hear your needed final word on this matter."<br><br>Gaius looked to this man as he introduced himself, Marneus. Giving it thought he turned to Asmarael, opening the vox to private for the whole Kill-Team he began, "Squad Leader, for reconnaisance matters these 'grotways' may be helpful. However I defer to yourself your decision in the matter of what we should do with this man. Steinolf makes a fair point that keeping the man may slow down our mission, however this information this Marneus seems to hold may actually shave some time to get to the reactor if we can get the intel from him." Whilst Steinolf was somewhat gruff seeming, Wal'Dron did hold respect for the Space Wolf's manner of things and the points his Brother raised were fair. "What are your orders, Squad Leader?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drowdeviant</strong> on <strong>10-06-2018, 16:58:32</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=288217.msg14199033#msg14199033">Quote from: wander on 10-06-2018, 16:08:37</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Wal'Dron made a sigh to himself unaudible via muting his vox before he stared at Gaius. It would have been a stare-down, if not for the ancient relic of a helmet on his head. In private vox to Gaius he sends; "You accuse me of boasting when I discuss tactics, you insult my Chapter in your disregard of the abilities that placed me on this team and you insinuate I care for nothing more than promotion through your deflections. You have complete disregard to the questioning of an action that may endanger not just your Battle-Brother's lives but your own and then you say <em>I</em> am insulting <em>your</em> conduct? We will settle this dispute within the practice cages upon our return. You have now made this a matter of honour that will be upheld in a duel. I do not wish to hear your needed final word on this matter."<br><br>Gaius looked to this man as he introduced himself, Marneus. Giving it thought he turned to Asmarael, opening the vox to private for the whole Kill-Team he began, "Squad Leader, for reconnaisance matters these 'grotways' may be helpful. However I defer to yourself your decision in the matter of what we should do with this man. Steinolf makes a fair point that keeping the man may slow down our mission, however this information this Marneus seems to hold may actually shave some time to get to the reactor if we can get the intel from him." Whilst Steinolf was somewhat gruff seeming, Wal'Dron did hold respect for the Space Wolf's manner of things and the points his Brother raised were fair. "What are your orders, Squad Leader?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Gaius merely sighed at Wal'dron's words, glaring back at the raven guard "I merely look to point out willing cowardice seeing as it is most unbecoming of our emperor's holy astartes. Your chapter is known for being the swift lightning bolts of the imperium as is mine, never fleeing from the rush of close quarters combat when it is to their advantage. Yet all you speak of is your desire to remain in the back of our ranks to steal the glory of the kill from the safety of distance while the rest of us sally forth and risk our lives in closer quarters with the enemy. I do not question your caution nor the skill you must have to be brought onto the deathwatch son of Corvax, I merely find such seeming eagerness to undermine the decisions fellow battle brothers a most worrying quality in one I am to trust with my life. I have said my peace and will be politely refusing your challenge since it would reflect poorly on our squad to have it be known that one of its' members made such a declaration for no reason but possibly wounded pride."<br><br>Turning to Maranaeus he nodded as the engiseer told them what he could at present. "Do you know only this ship's layout through such passages sir engiseer? Are there not corridors used by larger greenskins or this ship's mek?" He turned to the squad leader "Brother Wal'dron does make a fair point, the bastards aren't likely to expect us to use them. But I doubt that such passages would remain unwatched since gretchen are after all a quite paranoid sort. Also we must consider the matter of where to establish our beacon that is within safe enough distance of the reactor without it also encountering too much interference.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>12-06-2018, 22:36:18</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the sparking witch fire dissipated, Asmarael took a few moments to focus on the insight his Augur Array offered too scan the surrounding region in detail, permitting his battle brothers to speak to the prisoner they'd located.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Omnisia open my eyes of crystal.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Grant me insight.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Omnsia open my eyes of chrome,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Grant me revelation.”&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Tech Use: 47<br>Roll: 59<br><br>At 2018-06-12 15:22:35, Asmarael (uid: 16) rolls: 1d100 Result: 59 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=121333)</div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I agree with Gaiuss's assessment of orc machinery,” Asmarael sent over silent vox, “these Xenos mutate the technology in their care.&nbsp; I will, however, look into the possibility.”&nbsp; Switching back to whispered prayers, Asmarael focused the augur array upon the prisoner.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll: 85<br>At 2018-06-12 15:31:30, Asmarael (uid: 16) rolls: 1d100 Result: 85 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=121336) <br><br>Do I glean any information from this before I continue?&nbsp; I know that most rolls in 40K aren't at base dificutly, and in my experience this fact is often forgotten.<br></div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Gaius,” Asmarael placed an armored hand lightly on his fellow blood angel's shoulder.&nbsp; Some problems could not be analyzed with a cogitator.&nbsp; He had to trust that his hearts could guide him here--though even those responses he tried to check with logic.&nbsp; “Your concerns are noted, my brother.&nbsp; We fight for the glory of Holy Terra and it's Emperor, and for the greater good of His people.&nbsp; These things must always come before personal glory.&nbsp; Our brother Wal'dron is admirable in his willingness to sacrifice his own glory to use the best tactics for our team."&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>13-06-2018, 09:56:52</strong>
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				"Mareus," Asmarael then addressed the enginseer.&nbsp; "I need to find somewhere in this chamber, or within a hundred meters of it towards the engine room, where the orcs will not look for the next few hours.&nbsp; Can you help me with that?&nbsp; Then show us the grotways."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>14-06-2018, 16:24:06</strong>
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				"Yes lord, yes." Mareus seemed painfully eager to help, reaching out a hand as if to grab Asmarael and lead him to where he wanted to go, before thinking better of it and letting the hand fall again. "This way." He led the way towards one corner of the chamber, which was fenced off by sheets of what looked like metal decking and marked with three orkish glyphs in what was probably red paint.<br><br>"This is the private property of Wazdreg. He's the boss mek on the ship." He gestured towards the glyphs. "That sort of means keep out, don't touch, under pain of death. When the ship goes into battle, he wouldn't be looking for anything here. This is where he keeps interesting things they've found, that he hasn't had a chance to examine properly yet. No one should be here for hours."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>15-06-2018, 10:29:15</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Perfect," Asmarael replied.&nbsp; He planted the teleport beacon and carefully recited the appropriate litany of activation, arranging the machine with the appropriate hand signs.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Now, show us the Grok Ways."&nbsp; The tech marine's servo arm whirred softly as he pondered the best way to move it out of line...&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>19-06-2018, 02:32:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				While Asmarael communed with the machine spirits of the beacon, the others had a chance to check through the heap. It was Brother Gaius who found the only thing of apparent interest though. Hidden beneath a battered piece of machinery he discovered a matt black bolter with a large box magazine, not a model that looks like those in use by Astartes today. <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">An successful Common Lore (Adeptus Astartes) test (-10% penalty) will identify it as <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">one of these</div><div class="spoiler_body">an Umbra Ferrox Pattern bolter. This model dates back to the era of the Heresy itself</div></div></div></div><br><br>When the Kill Team was ready to move out, Mareus led the way through the massive piles of scrap, darting forwards to check for any signs of Orks before gesturing the team to move up. "Outside here, we need to go down the corridor a ways, then through Agruks turf to reach the grot ways." His gaze moved up and down Asmarael before he spoke again. "They're going to be a very tight fit. Most of da boyz don't bother with them, because they're cramped for them, but it lets the grots move around safer. Less chance of being picked up and eaten, or shot for the fun of it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>25-06-2018, 02:05:10</strong>
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				Mareus led the way down the corridor, faint sounds of combat reflected in the various groaning and shaking of the ship, and the flickering of the overhead lights. He indicated a doorway ahead, the door itself hanging by a single hinge, and pockmarked with what looked like solid round impacts. "Through there, and another doorway on the far side, and the grotways are just past that."<br><br>He led the way into the room, which was full of assorted Xenos filth ... half eaten carcasses, broken weapons and armour and piles of rags that might be bedding, as well as a single ork body with an axe planted in its skull.<br><br>The team had barely entered the room when the doorway on the far side crashed open, and a mob of Orks hurtled through. From the lead ranks came a roar of "<strong>BEAKIES</strong>" and the mob charged.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drowdeviant</strong> on <strong>01-07-2018, 03:22:31</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=288217.msg14230978#msg14230978">Quote from: HairyHeretic on 25-06-2018, 02:05:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Mareus led the way down the corridor, faint sounds of combat reflected in the various groaning and shaking of the ship, and the flickering of the overhead lights. He indicated a doorway ahead, the door itself hanging by a single hinge, and pockmarked with what looked like solid round impacts. "Through there, and another doorway on the far side, and the grotways are just past that."<br><br>He led the way into the room, which was full of assorted Xenos filth ... half eaten carcasses, broken weapons and armour and piles of rags that might be bedding, as well as a single ork body with an axe planted in its skull.<br><br>The team had barely entered the room when the doorway on the far side crashed open, and a mob of Orks hurtled through. From the lead ranks came a roar of "<strong>BEAKIES</strong>" and the mob charged.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Gaius grew restless at the absence of glorious combat, they were on an ork vessel for emperor's sake! Were they truly as dimwitted and moronic as he had been taught?<br><br>He looked about the room they came into, moving to retrieve the axe for the fallen ork's head as a form of grisly trophy. However his ears soon picked up something which excited him much more. As the door came down he was greeted with a bevy of filthy green skins...oh emperor be blessed!<br><br>He thought of his primarch in that moment, hoping that in spirit Sanguinius would be proud of the righteous slaughter this one of his many gene sons&nbsp; was about to visit on the enemies of the Imperium.<br><br>Letting his holy wrath flow through him he letting his anger now take physical form, a fiery psychic specter flowing from him which midair took the form of his beloved primarch before it flew to the other side of the room and violently crashed into the ork front line. 12 of the greenskinned filth would quickly be swallowed by the flames and perish in the momentary blaze of psychic fury.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Unfettered Focus Power Test(ignore the +6)</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll ID: 122033<br>Owner: Drowdeviant<br>Viewer: Noone or Anyone<br>Time Rolled: 2018-06-24 19:37:21<br><br>Summary: At 2018-06-24 19:37:21, Drowdeviant (uid: 54292) rolls: 1d100a6 Result: 22 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=122033)<br><br>Full Result: Drowdeviant rolled: 1d100, adding 6 to the total<br>Comment: rolling against willpower of 67<br>Result: 16<br>5 degrees of Success!<br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Horde Damage Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll ID: 122041<br>Owner: Drowdeviant<br>Viewer: Noone or Anyone<br>Time Rolled: 2018-06-24 20:01:07<br><br>Summary: At 2018-06-24 20:01:07, Drowdeviant (uid: 54292) rolls: 1d10 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=122041)<br><br>Full Result: Drowdeviant rolled: 1d10<br>Comment: plus Gaiu's Psy rating of 3<br>Result: 9<br>Total: 9<br><br>9+3= 12 greenskins dead!<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crensler</strong> on <strong>01-07-2018, 04:02:48</strong>
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				Steinolf had been growing rather restless himself, not used to dealing with so much quiet at the start of a mission, especially when dealing with orks.&nbsp; Still, the discovery of their guide and the grotways was a fortuitous one, and he thanked the Emperor for guiding their way.&nbsp; Despite the mission objectives, he just wished he could get to doing what he did best: killing Xenos filth.&nbsp; As if the cosmos was listening, Steinolf's wish was almost immediately granted as a mob of Orks, led by a Nob, burst into the room.<br><br>"Finally!"&nbsp; The assault specialist exclaimed, triggering his jump pack and charging straight at the Nob with chainsword raised high.&nbsp; "For the Emperor!" He roared as he brought the revving, snarling weapon down on his foe's right shoulder.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Charge!</div><div class="spoiler_body">If I need to roll a Pilot (Personal), let me know, but here's the attack roll for my charge action.<br><br>At 2018-06-30 20:57:36, Crensler (uid: 63766) rolls: 1d100a-10 Result: 46 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=122279) So just a basic success, and now it's time to roll damage.<br><br>At 2018-06-30 20:59:46, Crensler (uid: 63766) rolls: 1d10a13 Result: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=122281) Then rolling again for Tearing<br><br>At 2018-06-30 20:59:53, Crensler (uid: 63766) rolls: 1d10a13 Result: 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=122282) So obviously the first roll will be the one I keep, making it 19 rending damage at a pen of 4, hitting the Nob's torso ^^</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>01-07-2018, 04:39:18</strong>
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				<strong>Asmarael</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=287916.msg14157873#msg14157873)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Asmarael gave a fierce grin as the Xenos filth showed themselves.&nbsp; He stepped up and turned to face the filth side on.&nbsp; Front foot pointed forwards, back foot facing to the left.&nbsp; His chain sword was still shouldered in his left hand as he brought up his bolter and unleashed a spray of lethal shells into the hoard.&nbsp; Servos in his armor needed no further bracing too one hand the powerful spray of sanctified devastation.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">*Winces*&nbsp; 100....<br><br>At 2018-06-30 21:37:39, Asmarael (uid: 16) rolls: 1d100 Result: 100 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=122285)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>02-07-2018, 23:20:51</strong>
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				The Kill team unleashed their righteous fury upon the desecrators of the Emperor's domain. Boiling psychic flames scorched the first rank, those caught in it collapsing like outsized Purgation Day effigies, the air sucked from their lungs and preventing them even from screaming. Massed bolter fire and frag grenades threw the rest around like they were little more than targets on the range. The mob did not even get a chance to break.<br><br>The only one still standing after the first moments of action was the Nob that Steinolf had engaged. First blood was his, as his chainsword tore deep into the greenskin, eliciting a roar of pain and anger. The Ork struck back, a massive power klaw, crackling with fell energies driving around in a haymaker that would tear the head from a lesser being.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC - Nob attack</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hits for 30 Pen 8 on the left arm. I recommend dodging.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crensler</strong> on <strong>03-07-2018, 00:18:38</strong>
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				Steinolf grinned inside his helmet as his chainsword bit into Ork flesh, the satisfying sensation of impact followed by the way his weapon tried to fight his grip on it as it chewed through the Nob's shoulder causing the expression to turn downright feral.&nbsp; This, right here, was what he lived for, and no one could ever deny that the son of Russ loved his work.&nbsp; His sense of satisfaction was short lived, however, as the large brute attempted to retaliate, forcing Steinolf to attempt to evade.&nbsp; He leaped back just in time, the crude claws wreathed in crackling energy passing scant centimeters from his left arm, the Space Wolf quite glad that he managed to keep the blow from connecting.&nbsp; If an Ork was good at anything, it was hitting people with heavy, often spike encrusted, objects.&nbsp; Hard.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Dodge Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2018-07-02 17:10:42, Crensler (uid: 63766) rolls: 1d100 Result: 39 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=122356) Just a basic success, so a narrow escape from possibly losing an arm xD</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drowdeviant</strong> on <strong>03-07-2018, 03:33:45</strong>
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				Gaius watched his fellow astartes duel the filthy xenos brute, smirking behind his helmet as both what remained of the ork mob fled the field and the space wolve's chain sword found purchase in the foul creature's torso. However the blow only seemed to embolden their foe as the giant brute reared back and thrust at his brother marine's sword arm with some abominable weapon. Thankfully Steinolf skillfully dodged the blow before it could take his arm, giving the librarian the perfect moment to strike. "DIE XENOS SCUM!" &nbsp;He roared, the fusion core of his power armor roaring to a loud bestial growl as he charged toward the ork nob in a rage at the brute's gall with his chain sword roaring to life. With a mighty blow he struck out at the ork's claw bearing right arm, hoping to cleave it off his foe in one valiant strike.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Roll to hit with charge and damage rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>Roll to Hit<br>Roll ID: 122364<br>Owner: Drowdeviant<br>Viewer: Noone or Anyone<br>Time Rolled: 2018-07-02 20:11:03<br><br>Summary: At 2018-07-02 20:11:03, Drowdeviant (uid: 54292) rolls: 1d100 Result: 61 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=122364)<br><br>Full Result: Drowdeviant rolled: 1d100<br>Comment: roll to hit against 82 (52+10 for charging +10 for the nob being hulking size +10 for outnumbering the nob two to one)<br>Result: 61, <br>Total: 61<br><br>Two Degrees of success! Hit to the nob's right arm<br><br>Damage Rolls<br><br>roll #1: <br>Roll ID: 122365<br>Owner: Drowdeviant<br>Viewer: Noone or Anyone<br>Time Rolled: 2018-07-02 20:11:54<br>Summary: At 2018-07-02 20:11:54, Drowdeviant (uid: 54292) rolls: 1d10a15 Result: 23 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=122365)<br>Full Result: Drowdeviant rolled: 1d10, adding 15 to the total<br>Comment: <br>Result: 8, <br>Total: 23<br><br>Roll #2 for tearing from the chain sword: <br>Roll ID: 122366<br>Owner: Drowdeviant<br>Viewer: Noone or Anyone<br>Time Rolled: 2018-07-02 20:12:01<br>Summary: At 2018-07-02 20:12:01, Drowdeviant (uid: 54292) rolls: 1d10a15 Result: 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=122366)<br>Full Result: Drowdeviant rolled: 1d10, adding 15 to the total<br>Comment: <br>Result: 6, <br>Total: 21<br><br>23 rending damage to the ork nob's right arm with an armor pen of 4!<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crensler</strong> on <strong>04-07-2018, 03:24:26</strong>
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				Steinolf had to admit, the Nob was certainly a robust specimen of the Ork race.&nbsp; Still, it matter not to the Space Wolf how stubborn the beast was.&nbsp; It would still still fall.&nbsp; With Gaius at his side, Steinolf attacked the Nob again and again, the whirring teeth of his chainsword seeking to bite into its flesh twice more, the first of which would strike at its right leg, while the second would, unfortunately, miss its mark.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Swift Attack, ftw!</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2018-07-03 20:17:06, Crensler (uid: 63766) rolls: 1d100 Result: 57 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=122401) First one hits if he doesn't parry it.<br><br>At 2018-07-03 20:18:18, Crensler (uid: 63766) rolls: 1d100 Result: 66 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=122402) And the second one misses, which is a shame, but that's the roll of the dice for ya.<br><br>Now for damage.<br><br>At 2018-07-03 20:20:51, Crensler (uid: 63766) rolls: 1d10a13 Result: 23 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=122404) Oooo, time to roll and try and confirm that potential Righteous Fury :3<br><br>At 2018-07-03 20:22:26, Crensler (uid: 63766) rolls: 1d100 Result: 45 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=122405) Yes, nailed it!<br><br>At 2018-07-03 20:23:04, Crensler (uid: 63766) rolls: 1d10 Result: 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=122406)&nbsp; Oh, come on, no.&nbsp; Fate point!<br><br>At 2018-07-03 20:23:12, Crensler (uid: 63766) rolls: 1d10 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=122407) Oh.&nbsp; Oh my.&nbsp; WORTH IT!<br><br>At 2018-07-03 20:23:47, Crensler (uid: 63766) rolls: 1d10 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=122408) So that's... 42 at a pen of 4 o.o</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>07-07-2018, 01:17:35</strong>
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				Dropping beneath the Nob's wild swing, Steinolfs blade bit deeply, the adamantine teeth of his chainblade tearing through muscle and bone alike. The Ork roared, a mixture of pain and surprise, as it's right leg flies away, and it collapses to the ground. It flails around for a moment before expiring.<br><br>Mareus stood with his mouth open, shocked by the speed and efficiency with which the Kill Team had destroyed the Orks. It had only been a matter of seconds between the arrival of the mob into the room, and the last of them pitching to the ground dead.<br><br>Even allowing for the random violence on an Ork vessel, this many dead in one place will likely draw some kind of attention, once they're found.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drowdeviant</strong> on <strong>07-07-2018, 01:33:01</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=288217.msg14256773#msg14256773">Quote from: HairyHeretic on 07-07-2018, 01:17:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Dropping beneath the Nob's wild swing, Steinolfs blade bit deeply, the adamantine teeth of his chainblade tearing through muscle and bone alike. The Ork roared, a mixture of pain and surprise, as it's right leg flies away, and it collapses to the ground. It flails around for a moment before expiring.<br><br>Mareus stood with his mouth open, shocked by the speed and efficiency with which the Kill Team had destroyed the Orks. It had only been a matter of seconds between the arrival of the mob into the room, and the last of them pitching to the ground dead.<br><br>Even allowing for the random violence on an Ork vessel, this many dead in one place will likely draw some kind of attention, once they're found.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Gaius joyfully roared as his brother-in-arms dealt the killing blow to the foul xenos, clapping the Space Wolf on the shoulder. "Well done brother, well done! You do your primarch and the emperor proud this moment." Drawing the strange ancient looking bolter out for use he turned to their tech priest guide. "Come come brother Mareus we must get to the grotways to better repel whatever response our grand display of might may elicit from our filthy Xenos hosts. Steinolf you have more than won our little wager with your showing of skill. I can see now why you were selected for the long watch. But now let us get elsewhere so we may speed along this little detour to our mission." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crensler</strong> on <strong>08-07-2018, 22:47:10</strong>
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				Steinolf felt a grim sense of satisfaction when the Nob fell to his last blow, nodding to Gaius as he felt the Librarian clap him on the shoulder.&nbsp; "You do your own chapter and Primarch honor, Gaius," he complimented his fellow Astartes, nodding to his work on the mob of Orks.&nbsp; "Your powers are impressive, as I have come to expect from you and your ilk."&nbsp; He shrugged at the mention of the wager, making a mental note to treat himself to a swig of his Fenrisian Ale once the mission was complete.&nbsp; "Yes, best we not linger.&nbsp; Mareus, lead on, before more of these wretched creatures show themselves."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>14-07-2018, 20:39:28</strong>
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				"Yes, Lord, yes." The command seemed to focus the man, and he dashed to the far door, checking through it for signs of danger before leading the Kill Team onwards. Another score of yards down the corridor was not so much a hatch as a hole torn in the wall.<br><br>"Here, Lords. This is the way into the grotways." He paused as he focused on the bulk of Astartes war plate, biting at his lip. "I think you can get through, though it will be tight. This will let us get anywhere we need to."<br><br>Producing a small luminator, he led the way into the dark, cramped tunnel.<br><br>For a human or grot, the tunnel was spacious enough, though an Ork or Astartes would find it uncomfortable. Pipes crisscrossed it at odd angles and heights, and things sparked and buzzed. Occasional gouts of steam would erupt with a shriek. Mareus led the way on, moving through it with an ease born of familiarity.<br><br>Ahead the Kill Team would see a tangled mass of pipework. It might be passable.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Agility test to squeeze through, or Strength test to force your way through, though that could trigger problems from broken pipes or cables. Unnatural Strength and boost from power armour do count for the test.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>18-07-2018, 02:03:52</strong>
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				One by one, the Kill Team pushed their way through the pipework. A few pieces groaned as they were pressed aside, but the entire team made it through more or less intact. The scrapes in their warplate would likely see worse before they returned to Erioch.<br><br>After another few minutes travel and a variety of twists and turns, Mareus came to a halt and gestured ahead of them. "Here, Lords. The next opening is right next to the reactor chamber. There will be a handful of Meks in there, and lots of grotz. Maybe more than a handful. Probably none of the boyz though. They'll be getting ready to attack."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>19-07-2018, 03:06:41</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Asmarael scowled when his bolter chocked out a single misfiring shell, then choked t a standstill. .&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Seeing his battle-brothers enjoying themselves with the last ork—and crowding the filthy xenos quite effectively—Asmarael calmly tended to his bolter with prayers, offerings, and adjustments performed with the aid of his Astartese Omni-Tool.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Well struck battle brothers,” Asmarael called through the corms with bellicosity that bordered on passion.&nbsp; He slipped his multitool away in a large armored pouch, slipped a fresh bolt into his bolter, and stowed it over his back.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Upon entering the Grotways, the tech marine trade his chainsword for is combat knife and pistol, so as to better battle in close quarters.&nbsp; That proved to be a non issue in the end.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Very good work, Marius.&nbsp; I know you have endured much.&nbsp; Rest assured it is the Emperor's work you have done this day.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Asmarael scowled for a moment as the intelligence was offered.&nbsp; Ork artificers were twisted and vile, their tools cancerous and mutated machine spirits howling in pain.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He did a brief scan of the are beyond the door with this implanted auspex, checking if he could get them any extra details.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Gaius, I need you to thin out the grotz for us when we go in.&nbsp; Are you all ready?”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>28-07-2018, 22:57:40</strong>
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				The returns on the auspex were not as clear as Asmarael would hope for. There were greenskins around, most certainly, but between the scurrying movement of the gretchen and the interference from the Orks unsanctified machinery, the best he could obtain were occasional flickers of clarity in a sea of interference.<br><br>Any attempts to determine more of the numbers and disposition of the greenskins within would have to come by other means.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>01-08-2018, 23:50:06</strong>
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				&nbsp; Asmarael hefted chain sword and bolt gun, then kicked open the door and leaped inside, continuing to the rgiht of the door so as to not block the entry of his battle brothers.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Deathwatch - Watch Fortress Erioch - Mission 001 - The Harbinger of Desolation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>05-08-2018, 17:41:57</strong>
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				The room contains what Asmarael at least would recognise as powerful reactors, randomly linked to all manner of conduits and cables that presumably feed into systems all over the ship, trailing along floors and dangling from ceilings. The air is filled with a deep thrum that seems to reverberate right through the bones of anyone close enough, and a tang of ozone from electrical discharges.<br><br>Halfway along the far wall, something erupts in a shower of sparks, sending a pair of shrieking gretchen flailing away to collapse on the ground. This seems only to result in amusement from the others nearby. A bellowing Ork directs a team of gretchen towards the burning machinery, the injured gretchen lying ignored.<br><br>Looking around, the room is full of noise and movement, billowing clouds of smoke and the occasional discharge of power. From where you stand you can see a trio of large Orks, festooned with a variety of tools, weapons and equipment that look like they're in charge (judging by how much they are bellowing and hitting those around them). Scores of gretchen run to and fro, attending to the machines, carrying equipment and occasionally fighting with each other.<br><br>So far they don't appear to have noticed you, and if you so choose you have the option to withdraw into the maze of machinery before they do.
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