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[Cheesecake]

*Irlven
*Heavy 1
*Heavy 2
*Prom
*Thug 1
*Thug 2
*Thug 3
*Thug 4
*Chalchuitlicu
*Kalta
*Deacon

Turn 2

Irlven:

The chirurgeon takes a step behind the last tree. Snow and mud fly from his heels. He trains his autogun on the first thug. It roars brutally as it sends death towards the thug.

Spoiler: Roll to Hit (click to show/hide)

BS: 71/(35+10+10-5) = 3 DoF

The dark is coy. The bullet sails past the thug, smashing into a distant tree. A shower of frost and splinter erupts from the impact.
Heavies 1+2:

Spoiler: Roll to Resist Pinning (click to show/hide)

Resist Pinning: 45/29 = 3 DoF

The heavies are deathly still behind the cover of the wall of wood and thorn. They exhort their underlings, cheering them on. Their harsh, guttural dialect of Low Gothic is incomprehensible.

It is Prom's turn.

[Caellath]

"The larger ones appear to be the leaders, but leaving the others unattended may bolster their confidence." Protheus helpfully explained, failing to put a reasonable amount of emotion in his voice though still far from matching a tech-priest's mechanical monotone.

Spoiler: Actions (click to show/hide)

Half Action: Aim
Half Action: Fire the stub revolver at one of the thugs (BS 45 +10 Standard +10 Half-Aim +10 Short Range -5 Penalty = 70)

[Cheesecake]

*Irlven
*Heavy 1
*Heavy 2
*Prom
*Thug 1
*Thug 2
*Thug 3
*Thug 4
*Chalchuitlicu
*Kalta
*Deacon

Turn 2

Prom:

Prom takes aim, targeting the first thug. The unwitting savage falls into the heretek's sights. Prom pulls the trigger.

Spoiler: Roll to Hit + Roll to Dodge (click to show/hide)

BS: 55/(45+10+10+10-5) = 3 DoS
Dodge: 57/33

The bullet burrows into the brute's chest!

Spoiler: Damage Roll (click to show/hide)

Damage: 1+3 I = 4 I

Reduction: 3(Toughness) + 1(Tatters) = 4

Despite the solid blow, the thug's constitution and thick furs nullify the damage. He barks tersely, a haughty look on his face.

Thugs 1, 2, 3, 4:

The thugs, still pinned, take potshots at the acolytes. The first thug aims at Protheus.

Spoiler: Roll to Hit (click to show/hide)

BS: 73/(38-20+10-5) = 6 DoF

In his zeal, the thug's shot misses Protheus by a wide berth. The bullet sails into the distant dark behind Prom, and disappears without a sound.

The second thug aims at Irlven. He squeezes the trigger.

Spoiler: Roll to Hit (click to show/hide)

BS: 83/(38-20+10-5) = 7 DoF

His shot misses as well. The revolver impacts a branch on the tree Irlven has taken cover behind, and it bursts into a shower of splinters.

The third thug howls as he fires at Irlven.

Spoiler: Roll to Hit + Dodge (click to show/hide)

BS: 18/(38-20+10-5) = 2 DoS
Dodge: 64/(30-20) = 5 DoF

Spoiler: Damage (click to show/hide)

Damage: 8+3 I = 11 I

Reduction: 4(Toughness) + 4 (Flak) + 2(Cover) = 10

The bullet sinks into Irlven's right leg! However, the cover softens the blow, and his trusty flak armor protects him once more. His steely constitution reduces the damage to 1 Wound!

The final thug fires his gun at Kalta, caught in the open.

Spoiler: Roll to Hit + Dodge (click to show/hide)

BS: 15/(38-20+10-5) = 2 DoS
Dodge: 97/32 = 7 DoF

Spoiler: Damage (click to show/hide)

Damage: 6+3 I = 9 I

Reduction: 3(Toughness) + 4(Flak) = 7

The bullet grazes Kalta's side, a trail of blood dripping from her waist! Her tough body and faithful flak soak up the damage, the bullet only causing 2 Wounds.

Spoiler: Roll to Resist Pinning (click to show/hide)

Resist Pinning: 21/(29+10) = 2 DoS

The thugs holler and howl, no longer fearful of these outlanders.

It is now Chalchuitlicu's turn.

[Cheesecake]

I want to replace the damage die with the number of DoS (rule on pg.227 of the core book, top of the page).

Spoiler: Damage Roll (click to show/hide)

Damage: 3(DoS)+3 I = 6 I

Reduction: 3(Toughness)+1(Tatters) = 4

The thug stops laughing, as he realizes that the bullet had sunk into his stomach. He howls in pain as he is inflicted with 2 Wounds!

[GiglameshDespair]

Chalchuitlicu let out a shout as she charged!

She aimed for the thug already wounded by the metal-priest's gunfire, swinging her monosword down in an arc!

Charge the thugs, try to shank the wounded one. If attacked in melee, parry before trying to dodge.

[My Name is Immaterial]

Irlven grunts in pain, his implants distorting the sound into metallic groan. He murmurs a prayer to the machine spirit of is weapon, and changes its mode to fully automatic, before leaning out of cover and spraying bullets like a hose.
Fully Automatic Suppressive Fire!

[Twinwolf]

Kalta bites her lip, before crouching and aiming, before letting loose a shot.

Half Action: Aim
Half Action: Fire Long Las at Heavy 1. Use Overcharge mode.

[Cheesecake]

*Irlven
*Heavy 2
*Prom
*Thug 1
*Thug 2
*Thug 3
*Thug 4
*Chalchuitlicu
*Kalta
*Deacon

Turn 2

Chalchuitlicu:

Though her shout is muffled by the unholy silence, the fear of the unfortunate thug is palapable! The wretch yells in terror as the bulling knight brings her blade down!

Spoiler: Roll to Hit (click to show/hide)

WS: 19/(40+20+5) = 6 DoS

Spoiler: Damage (click to show/hide)

Monosword: 7+4 R

Reduction: 3(-2) = 1

Chalchuitlicu's blade cuts deep into the thug's left leg, and blood spurts from the wound. The snow is painted crimson, and his scream is suffocated by Hush's silence. The wretch grasps at the stump where his leg once was, and falls over pitifully. The first thug dies!

Kalta:

The Guardswoman aims her long-las, the hulking heavy easily in her sights. She fires on the Overcharge setting!

Spoiler: Roll to Hit (click to show/hide)

BS: 25/(43+10+10+10-5) = 5 DoS

Dodge: 76/(33-20) = 7 DoF

Spoiler: Damage (click to show/hide)

3d10+3 E (extra 1d10 per Degree of Success)

Damage: 19+3 E = 22 E

Reduction: 7(-1) = 16 E

The shot leaves a incandescent trail of immolating fury as it pierces through the first heavy's chest. The las of the overcharged shot ignites the air in his lungs and the brute is burned from the inside! Fire flickers from his eyes and mouth as righteousness prevails. The first heavy dies!

It is Deacon's turn.

[ATHATH]

Use Telekinetic Control on the remaining Heavy's weapon, bringing it to a nearby ally. After that, tie my whip around the handle of my laspistol.

From now on, whenever I would get a result with a decent chance to be lethal to me on the Psychic Phenomena, I will spend a fate point to reroll it.

[Cheesecake]

*Irlven
*Heavy 2
*Prom
*Thug 1
*Thug 2
*Thug 3
*Thug 4
*Chalchuitlicu
*Kalta
*Deacon

Turn 2

Deacon:

The psyker opens his mind to the Warp, channeling unseen fingers to wrench the heavy's chainaxe from his grip.

Spoiler: Roll (click to show/hide)

WP: 96/45(+20) = 4 DoF

The invisible fingers falter and fade, inches away from their target.

Turn 3
It is Irlven's turn.

[My Name is Immaterial]

Irlven grunts in pain, his implants distorting the sound into metallic groan. He murmurs a prayer to the machine spirit of is weapon, and changes its mode to fully automatic, before leaning out of cover and spraying bullets like a hose.
Fully Automatic Suppressive Fire!

[Cheesecake]

*Irlven
*Heavy 2
*Prom
*Thug 2
*Thug 3
*Thug 4
*Chalchuitlicu
*Kalta
*Deacon

Turn 3

Irlven:

Irlven looses a roaring hail of lead from his autogun!

Spoiler: Roll (click to show/hide)

Pinning:
30/29(-20) = 4 DoF
54/24(-20) = 6 DoF

The heavy hides behind his cover with a deathly grip. The thugs scramble for the treelines, hacking away at the thick brambles and bushes to place themselves in uncomfortable, but relatively safe, crevices.

Spoiler: Roll (click to show/hide)

BS: 98/35(-20) = 8 DoF

The gun jams!

Irlven's prayer was not enough to ease the bellicose machine spirit, and his autogun jams!

Heavy 2:

The brutish hulk bellows commands and threats to his cohorts, trying to break their fear.

Spoiler: Roll (click to show/hide)

Fel: 87/32(-10) = 7 DoF

His words, already muffled by the black silence, falls on fearful ears, unwilling to listen.

It is Prom's turn.

[Caellath]

"They seem to be lacking in resolve." Protheus commented as he aimed at the remaining leader-looking brute.

Spoiler: Actions (click to show/hide)

Half Action: Aim at the Heavy.
Half Action: Fire the stub revolver (BS 45 +10 Standard +10 Half-Aim +10 Short Range -5 Penalty = 70)

[Cheesecake]

*Irlven
*Heavy 2
*Prom
*Thug 2
*Thug 3
*Thug 4
*Chalchuitlicu
*Kalta
*Deacon

Turn 3
Map

Prom:

Prom brings his gun to bear, putting the heretical hulk in his sights. He squeezes the trigger.

Spoiler: Roll (click to show/hide)

BS: 6/45(+10 Standard +10 Half-Aim +10 Short Range -5 Darkness = 70) = 8 DoS
Dodge: 45/33(-20 Untrained Dodge = 13) = 4 DoF

Damage: 8+3 I = 11 I
Reduction: 4(TB)+3(AP)+2(Cover) = 9

Damage: 11-9 = 2 I

The brute roars as the bullet finds a revealed spot of flesh, unprotected by armor nor nature. Blood trickles down his sides and he roars furiously.

Thugs 2, 3, 4:

The second thug raises his stub revolver, eyes averted in terror. He haphazardly makes a shot at Protheus' general direction.

Spoiler: Roll (click to show/hide)

BS: 17/38(-20 Pinned -5 Darkness = 13) = 1 DoF

The bullet thunks into the heretek's tree! Had he aimed, he would have surely inflicted injury....

The third thug panics and fires wildly, aiming for Irlven and his loud, loud gun.

Spoiler: Roll (click to show/hide)

BS: 33/38(-20 Pinned -5 Darkness = 13) = 3 DoF

His bullet soars into the distance, pathetically off-mark.

The final thug tries to flee as far as he can, inching away to safety. And the caravan.

Spoiler: Roll (click to show/hide)

Pinning
Thug 2's WP:  87/24 = 7 DoF
Thug 3's WP: 65/24 = 5 DoF
Thug 4's WP: 36/24 = 2 DoF

(I forgot to roll for the Heavy earlier.)
Heavy 2's WP: 16/29 = 2 DoS

The thugs are still pinned. The Heavy, however, is not. His snarling face contorts with maniacal glee.

It is Chalchuitlicu's turn.

[My Name is Immaterial]

Irlven peeks out of cover after the pistol shot goes wide, and, in his permanent monotone, declares "My weapon has malfunctioned. I cannot provide covering fire for a minimum of ten seconds."
He sticks his head back into cover, and squats, murmuring a prayer to the Omnissiah over his autogun. "The soul of the Machine God surrounds thee. The power of the Machine God invests thee. The hate of the Machine God drives thee. The Machine God endows thee with life. Live!" Strictly speaking, that was The Litany of Ignition, primarily used for voidship engines, but it still applied.
Guarded Action, Unjam Weapon.