>>9217744
Aw hells yes.

Sounds like its full auto lasgun time then RUNNING AWAY. Ask the Astartes to please kill the daemon quickly before it eats us! Suggest they aim for the tape!

Shoot them in the legs, THEN run away.

I fucking love you Admech guy.

Machinery or not, it is corrupted! Make it less threatening with gunfire.

Oh, can I play? I love the mechanicus as much as the next guy.

I think you should pray to the tech-spirits of your gun, then you should shoot, then you should run. Oh, and praise the Omnissiah. Always praise the omnissiah.

>>9217926
Correct, sir.

>>9217784
>>9217801
>>9217859
>put the light in them, run the hell away to Astartes

You do what comes naturally- running! You put yourself ahead of Peg-Leg, tossing him the laspistol and taking aim at the reanimated cultists' legs and other locomotive limbs.

Since they are moving so slowly, it is painfully easy to put them back down. You two blast your way back to the Mess, using up two laspacks between the rifle and the pistol.

"YOU!" is your greeting from the daemon. "YOU ARE THE CAUSE OF ALL OF THIS!" It has been pushed more into the far corner by the efforts of the Astartes and the few Orks too stupid to flee.

It strikes at you with a tentacle made from hatred and copper filaments-

>roll 2d50 t-
>OBJECTION!

An Astartes- the one without the helmet, you realize, grabs the cord with his powerfisted hand, and PULLS. The tentacle snaps in his mighty grip, and falls, harmless. The Daemon screams, leaking blue sorrow and liquefied liver from the injury site, and backs away a little more from the force of Marines pouring bullets into it- more of the shots are getting through it's impossible shielding, but that's not saying much. The cultists have reanimated in here as well, but they are easily cut down by the Marines and the Orks besides.

More tentacles spring up from the daemon, these made from glass and silicon- they lash about, cutting at Astartes, knocking them to the ground, slicing through their sacred Power Armor like a hot knife through heretics.

They go down, barking out litanies to resist pain, to resist corruption.

The daemon screams in rage again, and starts pulling itself back towards you, Peg-Leg, and the Sergeant Astartes.

>any ideas, geniuses?

>>9218086
What do we have at our disposal?

>>9218086
Advise Mr. Helmetless to don a helmet.

>>9218086
Use LUCKY MECHANICUS CHARM!

>>9218127
>i
You have: Your lasrifle and pistol, both from the late Alloysius. You have field rations. You have your Lucky Mechanus Charm. You have some armor from a dead cultist. You have access to a control panel in the mess-hall, which controls the HVAC, PA, Sprinkler, Locks. You have a shattered eye-lens.

>>9218130
He has an Iron Halo. He's fine, trust me.

Can we figure out a way to disable its shield?

>>9218208
Oh oh oh! Use Licky Charm, pray to Omnisiah for the destruction of this daemon for profaning such holy technology. Then turn the sprinklers back on and see if the unfinished daemon shorts out.

>>9218208
PA.
How about some automated hymn spam?
A little "Golden Angels of Hallowed Redemption" at 80 decibels would probably completely piss of the daemon, perhaps sufficiently to impair or destroy it's concentration.

>>9218284
>>9218284
>>9218284

>>9218327
If the sprinklers don't work, do this. In fact, do them both at once.

>>9218160
>>9218284
>Use Lucky Charm!

Faced with such impossible odds, you turn to faith. You draw the charm- and the microscopic machinery inside, and pray.

The little disc hums and pings in your vox, and the daemon pauses in it's monstrous charge, as if repelled by such a blatant show of faith.

The Marines continue to pray and let their bolters show their devotion, advancing again to assault with power fists.

>You prayed with all your heart.

F5-F5-F5-F5-F5-F5-F5-F5-F5-F5-F5-F5-F5

>>9218458
Pray with all your heart, but louder. Shout sacred litanies in binary over the loudspeaker system.

>>9218504
>>9218327
>>9218362
>Be irritating as all get out, continue prayers

You plug into the control panel and flip on the sprinklers again- the daemon shrieks in anger even as parts of it spark and smoke.

Then you pray. You pray loudly, over the speakers. You pray loudly over the speakers in Binaric, weaving in commands to shut down, to cease, to stop befouling this ship.

You hold onto the charm as you pray. It continues to ping and hum.

The marines get within assault range. Powerfists come crashing down on the horrible daemon, shattering glass and bone, shredding lightning made of hate, striking aside it's terrible head full of teeth. One marine has devoted himself to holding the great beast's mouth shut- you realize that is the Astartes you first met. His work is noble and dangerous- he has already lost a lower leg. You promise to aid his augmentation surgery.

A single Apothecary drags his brothers away from the daemon. Those that can, pray with you best they can.

>You pray with all your heart.
>1 wound is dealt to the daemon!

>you realize it's RECAFF TIME.

>>9218670
I can't think of anything to add to what we're doing already. Can we recognize any of the daemon's constituent parts? Maybe we can add in binary chants specifically targeted at those components.

>>9218670
>1 wound is dealt to the daemon!
...are we using tabletop wounds, or Dark Heresy wounds? Because how effective we're being here changes a great deal based upon that.

Damn good idea to hold it's mouth shut, btw.
I know caimans have a grossly disproportionate bite compared to being able to actually open their mouths.
More shut then open, in simpler terms. =]

well shit all we can do is overload some las packs for the win

Initiating bump.exe.

>>techpriestess

HERESY

>>9218688
>get lost getting recaff

>make it back later than expected.

>>9220020
Clearly someone needs to install a GPS.

>>9219781
There's tons of techpriestesses. This ain't no fuckin' Astartes here, son.

>>9218813
Let's go with tabletop for now. I don't know how many it has in DH but I bet it's an assload.

>>9220081
If we're on a tabletop sound system, keep praying and sending righteous signals of deactivation. This is actually a viable method of killing it.

>>9220081

I respectfully request source.

ANYWAY.

>>9218719
>look daemon bitz
The half-of-a-daemon is glass and silicon and flesh taken from the cultists. It takes the shape of some horrible, monstrous bird. It has a hollow 'core' with a large spheroid made of hate, Warp and more hate. And lightning. It has two arms, enough tentacles, and great wings of glass and silica sewn with tendons. It has a long neck, and a long, narrow beak, filled with sharp teeth.

It has bands of profaned Dukta- silvery adhesive tape usually laced with protective runes and litanies. This has been perverted to the work of Chaos. You strongly suspect this is what is 'sticking' the daemon to the Materium; Marines hacking at it have caused tentacles and chunks to fall off and break into it's constituent parts.

The things it is made up of are no longer identifiable to you as machines; it is only Daemon parts now.

>>9220259

to the techpriestess thing, I mean.

>>9220259
Mechanicum and Titanicus both. The former has a hot Magos and a female MC, and Titanicus has some as secondary characters.

>>9220267
Hm. Is there any way we can hack with the sprinklers to disperse a liquid that will dissolve the duct tape bonds? Or find such a liquid ourselves, even.

>>9220330
>duct tape
What's that? Do you perhaps mean holy Dukta, most beloved and stalwart of binding materials?

It's shielded. We'd need to find a way through it or to disable it.

>>9220356
Yes, that.

>>9220467
>fuck with shield
You're not sure what the source of the shield is. You resolve to keep close watch on the daemon to figure out which bit it is. You suspect it could be the roiling core inside it.

>>9220253
>keep on prayin', Paula!
You keep praying, repeating yourself, letting catechisms you haven't spoken for years spill out of your vox and through the speaker systems. The Lucky Mechanus Symbol is warm in your grip, and pings even louder.

The daemon continues to roar and thrash, knocking down Marines its terrible lashes. One Astartes has lopped off an arm, but to no real detriment of the daemon. It fixes its baleful, hatred-filled eyes made from blood and lightning upon you, and-

You feel something crushing into your mind, some sort of horrible inload from the daemon. Your prayers short out, and you scream- the Astartes looking at you as your brain reels in agony.

>Roll 2d50 to keep yourself pure and clean.

rolled 12, 4 = 16

>>9220648
Omnissiah protect!

>>9221061
...

Are we using Dark Heresy rules?

Because if not, techpriestess is screwed.

>>9221079
A little bit of taint never hurt anyone.

Okay, blatant lie, but it might not be lethal and/or immediately obvious in its effect.

>>9221079
Low good high bad.

>>9221061
>16

The Lucky Mechanicus Charm in your hand suddenly sings out in perfect code, somehow opposite of the broken, shattered stuff raking your brain.

The pain dissipates almost as soon as it starts, and you're left standing, in one, relatively unharmed piece.

The daemon ROARS in fury, lashing out again. You throw yourself to the ground, as the Charm continues to clang and make noise.

>GREAT SUCCESS.

>>9221277
The grace of the machine is with us! Gain confidence and shriek more blessed catechisms of the Mechanicus at it!

>>9221125
>>9221277
Oh, thank goodness!

>>9221344
You lean against the wall of the doorframe, loyal Peg-Leg on your other side, and continue your prayers, still reciting from memory, careful to not let your cogitators let them spill from your brain automatically- your faith must be legitimate for it to work.

The daemon seems to contract and shrink under the barrage of faith, but it is no less deadly. It swings it's head hard, slamming the Astartes you know into the wall, causing him to fall to the ground and lay still, so still.

The other Astartes yell at this and redouble their efforts to damage the Daemon. The only thing that seems to affect it are the powerfists, and the daemon knows it- it targets them first, lashing them with it's tentacles, slamming it's remaining arm into them, snipping their arms off and cackling with glee.

The Astartes' numbers have halved by now. You still have faith you can cut the daemon down, but at what cost? At this rate, you'll lose everyone- and without the Astartes to help you, how will you save your ship?

>>9221495
Well the only other thing we've got is a bloody lasgun! And control of a panel which manipulates HVAC, PA, Sprinkler, Locks.

The locks aren't going to help, the sprinkler's already on, we're using the PA system to such effect as we can, and I don't really see how HVAC is applicable here. Perhaps someone else does.

>>9221598
You also have a laspistol!

You also have some token holy items you looted from your ship- some candles, oil, etc. You also have Peg-Leg.

And some dead cultists.

>>9221719
I suppose it couldn't possibly hurt to chuck sacred machine oil into the demon while chanting litanies of righteous functionality, but that's all I've got.

MOAR