I crash the ship into the planet.

Bathe, get dressed, eat, go and get started on "reintroducing" this lost world to the Imperium.

I sage, because quest threads are cancer.

>>12343472
Today’s going to be a good day you quickly decide, as you wake up to find a bottle of amasec on your night stand with bow on it. The tag on it indicates it to be a gift from Jet, to celebrate this momentous occasion. Given his apparent bartender’s license despite being the ships head missionary, you’re not that surprised.

A relaxing bath, tasty breakfast, and a quick change of clothes, you arrive on you bridge to find the seneschal, H1256-J47, Jet, Ripley and Gabriel waiting for you.

>What do you do?

>>12343544
Ask for a status report. Prepare for REINTRODUCTION!

>>12343567
Each of your senior staff immediately bombards you with so much information, that you have to order them to give it one as a time. The seneschal begins by informing you the basic scanning has been done, and 3 possible capitols have been found, and that Invidia requests your presence whenever possible. H1256-J47 quickly follows up by telling you that one of the probes has found a major source of energy in the southern pole, and requests to investigate as soon as possible. In disagreement with him is Jet, who for once seems serious. He claims that the first priority according to Ministorum guidelines is the introductions of any humans to the Imperial faith. Ripley and Gabriel, in turn tell you that each of their military forces are ready. Ripley himself hands you a dataslate informing of the suggested landing zones, and requests usage of orbital shuttles for direct descent and landing given the mountainous terrain.

What do you do?

>>12343714
Before we make a decision, we should probably see what our Astropath has to report. It might be relevant to our decision.

Otherwise, I say we get the religious such and such out of the way, then once everything stabilizes Jeff and his crew can check out what they want to check out.

>>12343750
Seconding this.

>>12343750
++Knowledge is power, guard it well++

>>12343750
Well, this could be awkward. Given you haven’t seen Invidia since the sleeping with each, your not exactly sure you want to be alone in a room with her. Who knows what would happen? Best to bring someone along with you. Who do you bring?

>Ripley
>Gabriel
>H1256-J47
>Jet
>The seneschal
>The Navigator
>Go alone

>>12343820
The seneschal. He's stable.

I think bringing our Navigator would be a very, very bad idea.

>>12343820
J47!

>>12343862
Second this.

>>12343820

Go alone, you fucking pussy. Would DOLEMITE DEADLIFT, MANLIEST ROGUE TRADER IN THE FUCKING GALAXY, go alone to meet a single creepy astropath? Fuck. That. Shit.

>>12343862
Thirding J47.
I like that guy... whatever he is.

>>12343839
You look to the seneschal and nod, before turning and leaving. He seems to have gotten the silent message and follows you out of the bridge towards the Elevatus. During the ride down, it is him who breaks the silence, saying, “After we return the Imperium, I’ll arrange for us to get a new astropath. While I am a bit disappointed you didn’t follow my advice, I understand that your man with needs. In the future, I can arrange for a consort to meet you in your room during sleep periods. However, if its psykers you have a thing for, I can attempt to look for some for you. You like blondes right?”

>>12343963
Hey! Let's not get too hasty. There is no reason to boot her just yet.

>>12343963
Best not make such plans yet. She may be... less than cooperative. This situation may be salvageable.

>>12343976
The seneschal raises his eyebrow, but doesn’t say anything. Not long after, you arrive outside the bulkhead that serves as the doorway to Invidia’s room.

What do you do?

>>12344066
Knock. It's the usual procedure now.

Once we see her, give a polite greeting and immediately ask for what she has to report. This is business time.

>>12344094
The doorway opens to reveal a creepily smiling Invidia sitting at the table with tea ready, only for her to quickly lose her smile and keep all the creepy. The seneschal and her exchange a “look” of sorts, neither apparently willing to say a word or cross the distance between the two of them. Before any problems a occur though, the seneschal says, “I’ll leave you be sir. I hope to see you soon. Maybe you might reconsider the decision.” With his piece said, he soon fades into the darkness and disappears.

What do you do now?

>>12344142
"What do you have to report? Today is a big day for all of us."

>>12344142
Sit down and apply some charm before asking her if she has any useful information

>>12344212
“W-well, um, I wanted to talk,” she says, obviously nervous. Oh Emperor, she wants to talk about ‘US.’ Mercifully, she soon switches into business mode and says, “However, I realize this is a busy time for the ship and it can wait. Three hours and forty two minutes ago I received a distress massage from a strike cruiser within warp jump distance. While the message was dated two days prior, it is still possible for the battle to be ongoing. Given the speed the Ingeus is capable of when pushed, it is possible to make a jump relatively soon and intervene should the battle be ongoing.”

>>12344277
Ah, shit.

What does our charter say about aiding Imperial forces? I assume it takes precedence over claiming worlds for the Imperium?

>>12344277
INTERVENE IMMEDIATLY AND SAVE OUR IMPERIAL BROTHERS.

THEN STEAL THEIR SHIT

>>12344305
It only sem to say about aiding the Blood Angels, and that pact was broken

Well shit. You can either make landfall today, or go to aid Imperial brethren. On one hand, it would look damn good of you to come to their aid, and possibly turn the tide of a massive fight. On the other hand, you could be walking into an already decided battle. What do you do?

>>12344375
I say we go check it out. If it's already decided, we get the hell out and alert nearby Imperial forces that shit is going down. If we can turn the tide, we must. We're a Rogue Trader, badass extraordinaire.

The planet will be here when we get back.

>>12344375
The call is two days old. That's long enough to have decided a battle by now and we haven't received another one.

I vote we make landfall.

>>12344397
>>12344395

Votes one to one. Any more votes?

>>12344395
Seconded. The only downsides to going to the aid of another ship is annoying our crew and perhaps having Tau ships waiting when we get back.

>>12344533
Ditto. In the least, SCAVENGING.

So long as we pitch it as "Aiding our Imperial brethren" we should avoid pissing off the crew with this sudden change in plans.

>>12344533
And wasting some space commies would be good for everyone (i posted the previous, do not count this as a second vote for myself, please).

>>12344395
>>12344533
>>12344560
>>12344622
>>12344629

Welp, looks decided.

AAAAHHH HELL YEAH

boarding actions agianst pussy ass weaboo xenos is a go!!!

Tablet, you still alive?

>>12344277
"Invidia, is something bothering you?"

My apolgies for being so late with this, my internet died for a moment. Will post in a moment

>>12345039

<zoidberg> Hooray! </zoidberg>

>>12345039
Something to add before beginning on the boarding:

Invidia, I fully intend to make time to talk about us. Unfortunately, opportunity calls.

On your way to the bridge, the seneschal appears at your side, silent and professional. Even now you can’t tell when he showed back up or how, but it doesn’t matter right now. Upon your return to the bridge, your serious look catches everyone surprised save Ripley. With a single glance he recognizes that look in your eye. It is one he has seen many times in the past, and has worn himself on several occasions. He stands up straighter and stiffer, and you explain the situation to the crew. Most are surprised at this turn of events. H1256-J47 seems rather downcast at this, while Jet just downs his entire bottle of whiskey that he pulled out of Emperor knows where. Of it all, Gabriel is taking to it best, jumping up and down in joy.

The crew immediately switches to battle stations as it begins to jump. Ripley rushes down the hallway to the barracks to inform the men of the change in strategy and to prepare for boarding. Gabriel exits the bridge skipping in anticipation, and you can only imagine the joy he’s about to have. At the very least he’ll mellow out about not napalming the planet when you return. Jet departs suddenly drunk, so that he might alert the clergy and prepare for the pre battle speechs. In the end the only people remaining on the bridge are the seneschal, H1256-J47, the bridge members and yourself.

Buckle yourself in, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.

>>12344958
>Invidia
We're named after a video card company?

>>12345100

"Let us pray to the emperor that he grants us safe passage through the warp to turn the tide of this battle, and if it has gone against mankind this day, that he grants us the strength and fury to protect the survivors and avenge the fallen."

>>12345118

We're named Dolomite Deadlift, our Astropath Waifu is named Invidia.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Invidia

>>12345100
who are we fighting again ?

i think its the tau , or at least hope so

>>12345137
...something tells me we should've looked this up sooner.

>>12345100
We're going to talk to our astropath waifu, later right?

>>12345100
>>12345138
Do we know what we're going up against?

>>12345183

Wasn't included in the message. Just that we're fighting Xenos. We're going to have to improvise when we get there.

"Call down to the astropath, we need any available information on what we're going to be fighting sent to the bridge"

Just for everyone to consider, after the battle we should go back here and do everything at worse

Send a guard with J47 to investigate the power while Dolomite, Jet, and alot of forces go to the capitols and quote the good book,

>>12345212

while she does that order boarding torpedoes prepped and readied , we're going in person , so three hundred voidsmen should do. three torpedoes , us leading the first

40k you say. (Rogue trader... The last one I play always becomes my favorite..\9
I would either a) be misstaken for a warpspawn
b) a false prophet
c) a crazy person
or d) Someone who knows too much about the imperium

All of these will result in death by holy bolter

>>12345234
We need to send the blue prints of the rino too

And now, while I type up the battle into, I present you a short story.

“I will take what is owed to me. You promised me it in return for my aid, and I will have it,” a harsh voice demanded. It echoed in the throne room, though none were there to hear it save for the two present. Or so they thought. Long had this room played host to the royal governor of Domus, serving the Domian Lord Governor as any other servants would. Magistrates and representatives the world over would travel to this room to entreat their leader for aid in whatever their cause may be. With a simple yay or nay, wars were started and cities burned, hospitals built and the planet returned to order. Only the most important matters made it to him, and any decision he made would surely change the world. Only now, it was the aging governor who was entreating for mercy, from another ruler who came from the stars beyond.

“Surely there must be another way? I know, take the younger boy. He is of no use to me, though he may be to you. My first born is my heir, and has been raised his entire lift to this end. Government, economics, diplomacy, literature, ethics, history, speech making, everything of his education has been for the goal of taking over after me. How can you take him away from his one goal in life?” inquired the gold man. The stress of the conversation was getting to him, and his wheezing echoed in the vast empty room.

“And you would refuse me what I am owed? You knew this day would come and I would collect on our deal. Surely you do not forget where you would had I not intervened in a certain matter? And as for ethics, I don’t think he is going to pass that class anytime soon.” the other voice shoots back, dominating the conversation. It was almost toying with the elderly ruler, as if it knew it was going to get what it wanted, and it was just going through the motions. Odds were, the stranger was.

>>12345297
And hidden from these two stands Dolemite Deadlift, hidden behind a massive marble pillar as he eavesdrops on the conversation between his father and the stranger. As he listened in on the strange banter of debts owed and how they were to be paid, he felt more and more dread build up in the deepest recesses of his soul. This wanderer from beyond had come to collect on a debt from long ago, and as payment was there to take him away. Was this punishment from God? “I am no saint, I admit. Surely though I am no sinner such that I am to be delivered from my family and home?” the scion of Domus mentally asked himself.

Memories of nights drinking and partying, carousing about with the other youth of upper nobility came unbidden to his head, and Dolemite worried that this could be some form of retribution for his hedonistic lifestyle. But why him, he wondered. Others had joined him in these escapades, and had done much worse indeed. Yet none were to be punished like him. The only thing he could do for now was continue to listen as the traveler continued his speech.

“If he is as well trained as you describe him to be, surely he will return unharmed? I do not aim to keep him forever. Having planetary governor as a contact would be too useful to through away like that. No, I will just hold onto your son until I feel the debt is repaid. This is more than generous, don’t you think?” the guest asked, already knowing the answer.

To his own credit, the ruler of Domus resisted the train of thought, until at last he all but gave in. However, the wizened man had one last gambit to pull. “What of my younger son, Judias? Surely he could fill this role even better than my beloved heir? He may be young, but he could be put to training while he still impressionable and strong. Besides, I already have a son that will succeed me, what use of him do I have? Better he serves the Inquisition under you, than rot away without purpose here? And it would not be as if you wouldn’t have some sway of Domus so long as you had the boy? His older brother adores him, and does whatever possible to help him. Obviously this would be the best solution for us all?”

The shock of what his father just said hit Dolemite like a ton of bricks, and had he not been in hiding would have stormed up to the man to strike him for what he was trying to do. This stranger, this traveler from the stars was from the Inquisition, and the old man was trying to sell his only son into service to cover some old debt? How dare he! Even prince Dolemite knew from government what a death sentence service in the Inquisition would be for a frail youth such as Judias. Unlike the elderly prince, the young boy was only fifteen years of age, and was hardly of strong body and constitution. Judias wasn’t even trained in swordsmanship or the use of guns! He would perish on the first case he pursued, and for what? An old debt? How dare that old man call himself a father!

And yet, for all these silent objections Dolemite made, the Inquisitor considered it. What kind of monster was the stranger, to entertain the notion of taking a child like that and rip him from the only home he had never known Dolemite mentally raged. Then, to the prince’s eternal rage, the Inquisitor said, “This would be acceptable. However, since the deal was for your first born for a period until the debt was settled, when I take young Judias it will be permanently.”

>>12344142
....you think they had a thing together?

‘Permanently!’ Dolemite mentally exclaimed as he realized the implications of this deal. If it went through as planned, then the two brothers of the Deadlift royal line would be separated forever, by who knew how many stars and the expanses of time? And that’s if he even survived. Thinking once more of his younger brother and his duty as the oldest to protect him, Dolemite knew he had to stop this.

“I’ll go,” Dolemite calmly stated as he walked out from behind the pillar. The Inquisitor and Governor look to face the intruder, only to find the prince, tall and proud. “You said you wanted me right? Well, I’ll go. Judias is a frail kid, he won’t survive out there. I’ve at least had some combat training, and know how to deal with the outside world.”

His father is aghast, while the Inquisitor can only smile. The Inquisitor walks up to the young man and circles him in a way not unlike a predator does its prey right before the kill. “Lets see. He does look fit, even more than the medical reports indicated. Once more is he’s willing to go. In a business such as this, that can never be overvalued. But most of all is his willingness to go for his brother, to sacrifice it all so that nother may live. That is very reason for the Inquisition. To sacrifice yourself and others, for the innocent. I’ll take him,” The Inquisitor says with a ruthless smile.

With the speed and precision of a snake’s strike, the Inquisitor pulls out a knife and places it below Dolemite’s jaw. Pressed against his throat, he can only obey as he is forced to look at the Inquisitor’s face, pass the white hair and into blue eyes. The two exchange a soundless stare, and the silence is only broken when the Inquisitor says, “My my, what a handsome face. It would be shame if it were to be dangerous. I pray for woman every that nothing does.”

With that said, the Inquisitor exits the room, leaving only the disappointed father, and the lost son.

>>12345320
SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH

Three days later, Dolemite exits the front gates to the Planetary Capitol Fortress, the only home he has known all his life to go to the space port. Having already said good bye to his father, friends, and girlfriend Virginia, he is surprised to find Judias waiting for him, clearly upset.

“Did you intend to go without saying good bye?” the young boy asks.

“No, I figured I’d see you here,” the older one nonchalantly lies.

“Why? Why are you going? Can’t you stay? You’re supposed to become the governor. Who’s going to dop it your gone?” Judias asks bitterly.

Dolemite cannot bring himself to explain to the boy why he has to go. If he did, if he told him how close their father nearly sold him to slavedom just to cover some pointless debt, it would crush him. No, far better to lie. “You will. You’ll be better as a governor than I’ll ever be. My destiny is out there, in the stars, travelling to unknown places and long forgotten worlds. Just… stay here, and do your studies. Oh, and do whatever you can for dad. You know he’s going to miss me, so try to pick up the slack.”
The two embrace.

It is the last time they ever see each for seven years.

>>12345354
The whole tank and rogue trader thing suddenly makes a lot more sense now.

>>12345371

Probably thought he was doing us a massive favour by taking the governorship and getting us this ship.

He may well have been.

>>12345354
I thought we hated him

>>12345407
>>12345393

Yeah, OP just added some dramatic irony to that. (Well done by the way)

>>12345407
Tablet was kinda vague on our relations with him. I guess we got the wrong vibe and assumed he was some sort of backstabbing shit when he wasn't.

Alright, what did you guys think? I'm entertaining the notion of doing each step of the origin path for each member of the main crew, to explain how they got on the ship. Think I should do it? Also, if you want you can post your own little writefaggotry about the crew, be it happy or dramatic or whatever. If I like it, I'll happily make it cannon.

>>12345482
Sounds good to me. Fleshing out the other characters is always nice.

>>12345482

I like it. I'd suggest splitting the thread though, since it might be hard to follow the plot and have background writing being kicked around and crituqued in one place.

The jump takes over twelve hours, and yet it rushes by. The whole ship is on high alert, with the torpedoes being loaded, the Titanforge Lance preparing to charge while the Macrocannon crews practice emergency loading practice. Gabriel couldn’t be happier, while Ripley and his soldiers are grim faced and take up battle stations. H1256-J47 has long since disappeared, the only excuse given being, “I’ve got to lock down the cages so Fluffy and the other animals don’t escape again.” Seemed pretty important, so you let it go. Jet and the rest of the ship’s clergy have been making rounds, saying prayers and anointing oils to guns to bless them in the coming battle.

Everyone is tense, none more than you. The last time you we’re in a naval battle, so damn orks tried to ram into your ship and nearly sent it crashing into a nearby sun. Not a good record, you have to admit. The seneschal has thankfully been attending to your every need, while Invidia has been constantly been relaying messages across the ship for your senior staff to coordinate. Thankfully, you haven’t had her pop into your head yet. It’s bad enough with just you in there, no need for a second.

With ten minutes or so until you exit the warp, you stand on the bridge at the ready, striking a heroic pose. The seneschal has pulled up yet another camera crew to record and distribute you giving a heroic speech across the ship, to inspire the troops.

As the camera begins to roll, what do you say?

DM decided to railroad us out of our possibility for a quest for vengeance.

At least we can try hunting the Inquisitor. But that's dangerous. We'll need some crazy backing to do that.

Fortunately, there's a nice bank that signs loans for crazy backing. It's called the People's Eye of Terror Bank and Trust.

>>12345510
"WAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

>>12345520
Vengeance is still possible, only its just against someone else. Of course, feelings also charge over seven years

>>12345510

The hand of the Emperor has guided us from our chosen destination, to this place.

Let us pray to that his hand has guided us in time to turn the tide of this battle, and if it has gone against mankind this day, that he grants us the strength and fury to protect the survivors and avenge the fallen.

All hands, make ready for battle in the name of the Emperor!

>>12345354
Wait is the Inquisitor a guy or girl?

>>12345482
I really wanna hear J47's story, so I'm up for this.

>>12345612
Seconding this

>>12345612
The crew listens to you speech with a grim determination. As you turn back and tack your seat, the ship shakes with the tell tale lurching of exiting the warp. As you gaze upon the holo-screen, you find the view oddly beautiful.

It is an explosion of color. Green ships torn apart float through space, while mutli-colored beams of light fired by fighter craft of various colors and craft light up the heavens. Huge explosions from broadsides and macro cannons of the Imperial navy rip enemy ship to shreds, while the defaced Tau ships fire arcs of brilliant blue-white plasma through the ink black of space. Lance weapons fire from a strike cruiser the size of which even you’ve never seen before, and the dfire is returned by what seems to be the enemy capitol ship, a small space hulk. The scene before you seems like it belongs as a painting than real life, and you are far from the only one amazed. Thankfully, even with your flashy warp appearance, neither side has noticed you- yet.

What do you do?

>>12345791

Have our Astropath contact the strike cruiser and offer assistance, order our navigator to begin evasive maneuvers and tell our gunners to hold fire until we can figure out what's happening.

>>12345791
Release fighters then prepare to bring main batteries to bear. Try to get an idea of the field and where we can be of aid.

>>12345839
Scratch mine, I like this better

>>12345839
You barely manage to get your orders down to Invidia in time before she is overwhelmed by the mass communication of the already established telepathic communication network. Thankfully, you’re pretty sure she got through as nobody Imperial has fired at you yet.

As you gaze out at the enemy ships, you recognize them as Tau. However, something is off. They’ve been defaced, and look…. Greener? Oh crap, Orks. You order Ripley to prepare for possible counter boarding action in case they try anything, and the Navigator to be ready for some fancy flying. Like hell you’re getting into the sun like those orks tried to do last time.

The bridge members brief you as the information comes rolling in. There seems to be three major points of battle. The Over sized strike cruiser is currently engaging what is assumed to be the enemy capital ship, a miniature space hulk and it could go either way. Amongst what remains of the rest of the main fleet, fighters exchange fire while menuvering at dizzy speeds in the debris field caused by the broken ship, supported by larger carrier ships that fire their broadsides at each other in the vain hope of hitting an enemy. The last one, which is almost unnoticed, is that there seems to be a several small Xeno ship making their way to a space station and they seem to be boarding it for whatever reason.

>What do you do?

>>12345940

Send strike fighters to intercept the ships heading to the space station unless we receive countermanding orders from the cruiser.

Use the rest to maintain a fighter screen against boarding actions and focus all our main gun's fire on the space hulk, if we can break their flagship it'll go along way towards breaking them.

>>12345940
Intercept the boarding Xenos, we should know that Orks are hilariously bad shots but once they get into melee they are nearly unstoppable. The inhabitants of the Space Station need our help, rest the Imperial ships have their hands full. I'd also get Gabriel to launch the fighters (assuming we have any), to intercept the foul xenos. Then head over to the Space Hulk to help out with our Macro Cannons.

>>12345940
Head off the ships making for the space station. If that goes well, we will aid the strike cruiser.

You press your hand to the communication bead in your ear, and shout, “Gabriel, there are orks trying to board a space station down planet side. I want that space station to survive. Take three squadrons of fighters and do whatever is necessary to achieve that goal!” You think you hear him giggle on the other side of the com line.

You deftly switch to the pilots, and inform them to move towards the space hulk ready for evasive maneuvers. As a raider ship, the Igneus Aequitas might not have that much fire power or armor, but damn if it isn’t a tricky little fucker to hit. The bridge crew informs you the Titanforce Lance on the prow is ready to fire, while the dorsal based macrocannons are primed and ready to fire.

You try to make your way around the battlefield while attracting as little attention as possible. However, when you deployed the fighters the ship was noticed by a small looted enemy frigate.

What do you do?

>>12346098
BLOW IT TO FUCK.
SCRAMBLE THE FUCK JETS.

>>12346098

Titanforce Lance is to fire on the Space Hulk whenever possible, macrocannons are to focus their fire on the frigate and any other targets of opportunity that arise.

>>12346098
Fire at it, while making for the Space Hulk. If it gets close enough and isn't destroyed prep the men for boarding action. Tell them possible Xeno boarders, avoid melee at all costs. Vox Jet telling him he needs to be there in case of boarding to rally the men. While that's going on I'd go down to where our Explorator is to see if we can't get some combat servitors or fluffy as backup.

>>12346098
Evade the frigate while trying to line up the dorsal macrocannon on it and simultaneously trying to get that lance on the hulk.

Priorities should be:
1. Evasion
2. macrocannon
3. Lance cannon

>>12346130
The ship swerves, as it dances about incoming fire. Thankfully, despite the frigates superior fire power those orks are hardly great at aiming, and without the usual mass amounts of fire they’re attempts are all but worthless. Seeking to strike both targets at the same time, you have the pilots move the ship into just the right position. Hopefully, the orks will take the bait and move right into position.

While the Ingeus is moving into position, a bridge member informs you that squadrons Charlie, Dice, and Easy have been deployed under Voidmaster Gabriel, and they’ve begun to fire on the orks near the space station. Excellent, you say to yourself. If they can take care of those orks fast enough, they could hopefully get back to you in time and give you some protection.

The orks, it seems, took the bait and moved right where you needed them to be. The second the firing solutions locked on, you yelled FIRE! And the lance and macrocannons unleashed their righteous fury. The frigate was struck in the middle, and though the void shields take most of the damage, what gets through is so damaging it begins to break in two against the strain. The lance, however, was not so lucky and only seems to have skimmed the Hulk.

>What is your next command?

>>12346262
Keep firing at the Frigate in till it's no longer a threat, then continue on harassing the Space Hulk. Do we have any nukes? Or WMD? If so perhaps we can get a boarding party to accomplish that.

>>12346262

Keep on keeping on. Macrocannons to fire on any smaller ships trying to pace us, and use the Lance to try and hit the Hulk. Hopefully the orks will try to fire on us from the space hulk, and they're far more likely to hit a giant cruiser than they are to hit us.

Monitor how the fighters are doing.

>>12346262
If the frigate is down, coordinate firing solutions with the Imperial capital ship.
Hit it hard in tandem, and make sure the orks breaking for the station don't live to see the Emperor's victory.
>space. mucrafe
Yea, whatever that means....

>>12346305
Second this.

>>12346305
The Igneus waits for no ork, and continues its graceful dance towards the hulk. Unfortunately, a couple of its weapons have turned to fire against you. The Igneus swerves out of the way of incoming fire, void shield and turrets destroying whatever can’t be avoided. The macrocannons are ready to fire, though the lance will take at least another post until they’re fully charged and ready for use again.

>>12346357
Concentrate macrocannon fire on neutralizing assailants. Reserve the lance for the hulk. Request update from gabriel.

>>12346357

Continue evasion as our first priority. If we don't have any smaller ships in range, fire the macrocannons at the spacehulk. And maneuver into position to fire the macrocannon as soon as it's primed.

Hope we draw enough fire from the strike cruiser to give it the edge.

>>12346377

The bridge member from before updates you on Gabriel. His squadrons had been lucky enough to catch the ships with their pants down, trying to dock with the station to board it. Unable to move or defend themselves, they were easy targets for the most part. Good, because you need all the advantages you can get at this point.

By now the hulk is in range of your main macrocannon, and your lance is almost ready to fire. However, several Xeno fighters have begun to follow and fire upon you. Roll to see if you can avoid and/or fire back

Go to the back and target the plasma drive. Once it's "dead in the water" it should be easier to take out.

>>12346449

Rolling d20 because nothing was specified.

Order the remaining fighter wings to engage the pursuing fighters.

Unload all our main guns on the space hulk and continue evasion.

>>12346464

Roll failed. Trying again.

>>12346464
roll 1d100, lowest best

rolled 8 = 8

>>12346449
Emperor guide us.

It's a d100 I believe

rolled 91 = 91

Aaand hopefully I'm not going to get the ship blown up.

rolled 42 = 42

>>12346491
91, ya. Game Over.

>>12346478
If only I rolled like that in normal roleplaying

>>12346478
Fook yea.

>>12346502

>>12346478 He rolled first!

rolled 38 = 38

>>12346511
What dice did he use? D% or d20?

>>12346478
The Igneus easily swerves out of the way of incoming fire. Over the communication bead, you have squadrons H through K deploy to give you a running defensive screen, with H and I running off to face the tailing fighters. Finally, your lance and macrocannons are ready to fire. The pilots swerve into a position below the main ship, catching it in between the Igneus Aequitas and strike cruiser. You give the order to unleash hell.

Roll again to see how well you did.

>>12346525
1d100...Jesus, look at the email field. I don't even know how to stealth roll.

rolled 37 = 37

>>12346532
Here's to hoping my luck holds.

rolled 33 = 33

>>12346532

Rolling.

rolled 62 = 62

>>12346532
YEA

rolled 42 = 42

>>12346553
>it's like I'm really playing table top
>;_;

>>12346545
As the Igneus begins to fire, the void shields are peppered with fire from the Hulk, and the ship shakes as it is hit in the macrocannon array. A bridge member soon assess the damage and says it operational, but an eighth of the cannons have been damaged and won’t work. However, the lance is working fine and that all you need.

The lance surges outward, piercing the Hulk’s void shields and piercing through to the other side as the broadsides of the strike cruiser tear it apart on the other side. By the time the volley is through, the Hulk all but destroyed.

>>12346580

See how the ork fleet reacts to the loss of the space hulk, be on the lookout for damaged stragglers or other targets of opportunity you can zap with the main lance. Continue evasive maneuvers.

If you know your Ork psychology, or what passes for one, it seems the Hulk was the “warboss” of the fleet. With the arguable jewel of their rag tag looted fleet annihilated, the remaining orks begin to flee, while a few make suicidal runs against the emboldened humans. The suicides are destroyed as soon as possible, while the retreating orks are cut down in space.

As you watch from your seat, you are proud to know you had a hand in winning this long battle, and without you, it was likely lost. Bridge members inform you that several ship captains are attempting to hail you, with the strike cruiser is requesting to connect so that the captain of the ship might speak with you face to face.

While you might not have a love for space battles, it these great, unexplored expanses really are you home know. And it really does feel good to be home.

End part 5

>>12346580

Any other targets of interest?

Alright, part 5 done. Any questions? Suggestions? Requests?

Request a meeting with the Senior Commander and officers.

>>12346674
Can we receive an awesome hat as payment?

>>12346693
You're a Rogue Trader

Of course

>>12346674

Seems perfect so far, been enjoying the quest immensely so far.

>>12346695
Good. A hat is all that matters.
That, and some purity seals, but we can get those from the Ecclesiarchy.

>>12346696

And that's what I get for trying to type while watching videos.

Coincidentally, how many imperium and xeno ships were involved in this battle?

>>12346674

No questions, just thanks for running this campaign.

>>12346707
A fair bit, though I don't know off the top of my head.

>>12346710
No problem, just vote for it and the previous threads when it gets archived

>>12346705
It's not all that matters, it's just the quickest way to get what you want and look awesome while doing it.

>>12346727
Bitch, this is the Imperium. In the grim darkness of the far future, hats literally equal authority.

>>12346726

Are we going to get paid for joining in on the battle? It'd obviously be tacky for us to meet the captain of the strike cruiser with our hand out... but we've got to make our thrones.

>>12346747
That will depend on how you handle the situation when you meet the captain

Also, I am extremly pleased when you guys go do what >>12345137 did and look into the names I give stuff and research it.

>>12346766

This is a good resource.

http://www.math.ubc.ca/~cass/frivs/latin/latin-dict-full.html

"Inultus Labes"

Just read through the back log and am really enjoying this. Keep it up op.