[size=9]Turn 21: Truly, A Fearsome Weapon.[/size]
Try to follow the landraider and stay out of sight.
(5) You follow behind the invincible metal brick of a tank, since being around that would much safer than pretty much anywhere else (aside from inside it, but that has it's own set of problems) You keep a healthy distance away from the land raider, and wise decision as the space marine exited it wielding a two by four with a nail in it.
Look! Dudes! If madness is gravity, then to fly is sanity! Fly through the warp to cut that chaos leader psyker thing up!
(6) You scream out to the Guardsmen to leg it to the Valkyire, while you decide to stall the Chaos psyker.
(5) Your equipment finally decides to agree with you, and jump through the Immaterium flawlessly, returning right next to your target with knife drawn.
(5) The psyker is caught of guard from your sudden arrival,
(1) but it seems like some sort of hidden force is protecting him, and it pushes you away before you are able to do any damage. At least you broke his focus staff, but it seems like that only pissed him off. (+2 Warp Jumper, +2 Fighter)
I will spit on the cement and pray for nurgle to conjure up something to devour it.
(3) You hock a loogie (much to the disgustof the readers), and spit it into what looks like a crack in the cement, and pray to your dark god that he has something that can eat concrete.
(6) Apperantly Nurgle either misheard you or he has a mean sense of humor, as from a nearby manhole a nurgling crawls out and begins biting on the concrete holding you. This might take a while...at least enough time to ponder how you were able to spit while your helmet was still on.
(?) You feel fine. For a Plague Marine, anyway.
Tell me boyz to get movin', and head towards dat big scrap goin' on bitween da 'umiez an da crazy 'umies.
Tell dat Mekboy t' get buildin' a Wartrukk so'z me boyz can move around quicka.
(4) You return to camp, hold up the bundles of weapons you had snatch earlier. You roar to your boyz that they got a scrap to go to, giving out orders as you place the piles down for everyone to grab something.
(6) Da Boyz lets out a Waaaaagh! In anticipation to get into a fight, grabbing some of the loot that you picked up. You also order the Mek Boy to make a Trukk for getting stuck in fasta. He, however, seems more occupied with looking at his boots. (+1 leadership)
Tell dat Mekboy t' get buildin' a Wartrukk so'z me boyz can move around quicka.
I'z get to work right away boss!
(2) You iz mukkin' around.
NOW see if I can't take the helm of the Valkyrie. Apply lascannon liberally to any chaos-related problems.
(6) Spotting the pilot (which you note is another eldar) lunging into combat, you decide that now is the perfect time to get into the cockpit of the Valkyire while he is busy. As you move to the front, you become the center of attention from the cultist, and you decide to send your own counter fire.
(4)(5) You fire the lascannon at the psyker leader
(1) but the cowardly bastard throws one of his own men into the way of the blast. You then hop into the cockpit, felling safe and warm inside the machine. (+1 servo arm user, +2 marksman)
Make joke about human building technices techniques any way.
Maybe I'll out my self myself out of my misery by laughing and punchering puncturing my heart.
F- See me after class
(2) You are unable to think of any particular funny zings at that moment.
(4) You begin to feel better, if only marginally. You hear the sound of gunfire nearby.
I grab the largest weapon in view and exit the tank, killing whatever is scratching the paint with the application of ludicrous amounts of gunfire.
(4) In your own paranoid logic, you figure that whatever that scratching noises is a deliberate attempt to deface your ride, so you grab through the pile of weapons to find something you can use to break open the skull of the fether with the balls to ruin the paint job.
(3) You find a two by four with a nail in it, and exit through a hatch to see whoever is outside. You find a long gash in the side and some one had written "Spess Mahreens Sux" on the side, but the defacer is now long gone.
Waaaagh!
(4) Geared up for the prospect of some fighting, Da Orkz grab some weapons out of the pile of loot the Warboss had carried back
(2) However, it seems that one of the piles only contained lasguns, and they are uninterested in the unorky weapons.
rd[/sup]Get to the choppa!
(4) The Guardsmen decide now is the time the leave, running to the Valkyire. The commissar demands the the guardsmen return to the fight, up until a las round from the cultist knocks off his hat, making him lose his own leadership test and runs away with the rest of the guardsman.
Death to the Corpse God!
(4) the cultist finally grow a a back bone, and begin firing onto the Valkyire and those around it
(2, 2, 4, 2, 2, 6, 5, 4, 1, 2) However, most of them are horrible shots, and one of them had their gun explode.
(5, 3, 4, 5) But something seemed to hold the cultist in favor, as three hits kill guardsman and the forth smashes the glass enclosure of the cockpit.
Power! Limitless Power
(1) The psyker attempts to summon a spell from the warp, but then something turns sour, his body twisting like a ragdoll (1) the psyker lets out an unearthly scream, then his neck snaps, and he goes limp like a noodle.
Name: Brother Divum Aequoreus
Gender: Male
Faction: Spess Mehreen
Status:
Burned right handSkills:
Competent Marksman (3/8) (+1 to all actions)
Novice Swordsman (1/4)
Dabbling Debater (1/2)
Novice Tech-marine (0/4)
Debbling Searcher (1/2)
Novice negotiator (0/4)
Equipment: Power Armor, Chainsword, Boltgun,
Inferno Gun armful of random weapons, 2x4 with nail in it.
Background: He's a warrior in the service of the goddamn God-Emperor, so he has spent all his life killing stuff that said God-Emperor has deemed heretical or otherwise deserving of death.
Name:Shas'Shavon Monat
Gender:Male
Faction:Tau
Status: Healthy,
Short of breathSkills:
Competent Ambusher (3/8) (+1 to all actions)
Novice Markstau (3/4)
Dabbling Persuader (1/2)
Equipment:Pulse Rifle with marker light,
XV-22 battlesuit,
Rail Rifle.
Background: An excellent shot even for a Tau and with a knack for surviving dangerous missions Shavon was selected for the Special Forces Cadres where he served for only 2 years.
Name: Alai
Gender: Male
Faction: Eldar
Status: Healthy
Skills:
Novice Fighter (3/4)
Novice Markseldar (1/4)
Dabbling Searcher (1/2)
Dabbling Medic (1/2)
Competent Warp Jumper (0/8) (+1 to all actions)
Tough (0/4)
Novice Mechanic (0/4)
Novice Pilot (0/4)
Equipment: Soulstone, Warp Spider Exarch armour, Power Blades, Monofilament Rifle, Jump Generator.
Background: A Warp Spider Exarch of the Altansar craftworld, Alai was separated from his home during the battle for Belial IV. Since there is even less information on Altansar's whereabouts than there is on the other craftworlds, he has yet to return.
Name:Handren Dedra
Gender:Male
Faction: Eldar outcast
Status: Feels like every bone in your body broken,
Pain Skills:
Competent Markseldar (2/8) (+1 to all To Hit rolls)
Novice Ambusher (0/4)
Novice Searcher (1/4)
Chaos knowledge (0/4)
Equipment: Soulstone, Ranger Long Rifle, Suriken Pistol, torn chameleon cloak, light armor, 2
Plasma Grenades, Melta Bomb,
Rokkit HammerBackground (optional)
Handren was originally from the Craftworld Ulthwe, but took the path of the outcast and became a ranger. He wandered for many years, returning to his Craftworld only in times of need and to accept tasks from the seers.
Name: Gobfang Wortbad
Gender: Male
Faction: Ork mekboy
Status: Orky
Skills:
Novice Shoota Boy (0/4)
Competent Mekboy (6/8) (+1 to all actions)
Novice Kunnin' Boy (2/4)
Dabbling improve fighter (1/2)
Equipment: kustom shoota (Upgrades:
Grip),
Kustom Slugga, 'eavy armor,
Cutting Torch, Mek tools
Background: e's on a quest. A quest to get enuff dakka!
Name: Tooftaka Gitbasha
Gender: Oi! Wuts dat thingz yoo 'umiez wot callz wumminz? Da Orks don' need no wumminz! Weez iz Orks!
Faction: Ork, Whatever group happens to call him Boss at the moment.
Status: Orky
Skills: Competent Choppa Ork (0/8) (+1 to all actions)
Novice Warboss (3/4)
Dabbling Rider (1/2)
Novice Searcher (2/4)
Equipment: Me best Choppa,
Plasma Cannon Me Ol' Armor, Sack o' Teef, Warbikk, 1 bundles of random loot, 1 bungle of lasguns.
Background: A particularly large and capable Ork who fancied himself a leader, who came to the planet in the hopes to gather the best Orks he can find, and get himself a proper Waaaaagh going, with which he can overrun all the other factions on the planet.
Allies: 4 Choppa Boyz (4/5)
Name:RAM
Gender: N/A
Faction: Chaos Space Marines, Nurgle, Plague Trooper.
Status: About as healthy as a corpse, infected with parasites, trapped.
Skills: Novice Cook (2/4)
Competent Medic (2/8) (+1 to all actions)
Novice Swordmarine (1/4)
Novice Persuader (0/4)
Equipment: Power Armour, Plague Sword, Plasma gun, cauldron(with food), Used Medi-pack, minus 1 syringe.
Background: An ancient and insane worshipper of Nurgle who seeks to promote health in others so that they are better able to appreciate and maintain Nurgle's gifts.
Ally: Nobi the Nurgling
Name: Sensei
Gender: M
Faction: SPEEEEESSSS MUHREEEEEENS!
Status: Healthy, King of Weasel Land.
Skills: Novice Pilot (2/4)
Novice Techmarine (2/4)
Novice Servo Arm User (3/4)
Novice Searcher (0/4)
Strong (1/2)
Novice Marksman (1/4)
Equipment: Repair kit, booze (The only necessary ration!), Laspistol,
Servo arms,
LascannonBackground: Marine Flight Engineer. Tendency to drink on the job. Which is why my ship is upside-down in that building over there. Grumpier sober than buzzed.
Name: Cyrus Prime's 23rd
Faction: Imperium
Status: Healthy, 7 Guardsmen, 1 Commissar
Skills: Disciplined
Equipment: 10 Lasguns, 1 bolt pistol, 1 chainsword, 1 cool hat.
Name: TA-782C
Faction: Imperium
Status: Healthy, smashed window
Skills: Flying, Armored, Carrying Capacity
Equipment: Lascannon
Faction: Imperium
Status: Ready for War, defaced
Skills: Carrying Capacity, Heavily Armored, Machine Spirit
Equipment: Twin Linked Heavy Bolter, 2 Twin Linked Lascannons
Faction:Ork
Status: Orky, Pink
Skills: Fast
Equipment: TL Dakkaguns, Ejector Seat, Turbo (currently empty), Cup Holder, Hidden Compartment, Self-Destruct Button, DVD Player, Skorcha
Faction:Ork
Status: Orky
Skills: Fast
Equipment: TL Dakkaguns
Chaos Cultist
Status: Healthy, 9 cultist
Equipment: 9 lasguns.
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