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    747 KB Captain AdMech guy 04/15/10(Thu)22:13 No.9217744  
    You are Lyra K. Feddel. You are a techpriestess designated for repairs in bases and on complex machinery. You've got very strange luck, but you're still alive and able to complete your mission.

    Sort of.


    You found a lab full of foul science. You granted a Scout Marine of the Imperial Castellans the Emperor's Mercy. You found the Astartes and the Orks and the Cultists in the mess hall! You helped turn the tide of battle. You caused the (greater) Daemon of Tzeench to reveal himself, as a monstrous conglomeration of flesh, metal, and duct tape. Well, half of one.

    You then ran off to complete a half-baked plan of blowing up the foul science in the lab. Now the plan is completed.


    You are leaning against the door of the lab you just blew up. You have pulled the heavy locks on for the door; nothing is getting out of that place!

    Suddenly, a massive roar echoes it's way back to where you are- your tactics have done something!

    You hear your vox crackle to life:

    "Lyra, what the hell did you do?! The damned daemon's roaring and screaming-" The daemon is loud enough to hear for yourself, and cuts in over the Marine's voice.


    You find yourself about as surprised as faithful Peg-Leg beside you when the corpses of the cultists twitch and shudder, pulling themselves upright as possible, drooling and bleeding and leaking- each one chanting some horrible broken code as they lurch your way, bringing broken limbs and half-functional tools to bear.

    >what do
    >> Anonymous 04/15/10(Thu)22:16 No.9217784
    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!
    >> Tarvus 04/15/10(Thu)22:16 No.9217801
    Shoot them in the legs, THEN run away.
    >> Anonymous 04/15/10(Thu)22:17 No.9217808
    I fucking love you Admech guy.
    >> Anonymous 04/15/10(Thu)22:19 No.9217859
    Machinery or not, it is corrupted! Make it less threatening with gunfire.
    >> Reagh for the Sky 303440288 04/15/10(Thu)22:23 No.9217926
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/15/10(Thu)22:24 No.9217945
    Correct, sir.
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/15/10(Thu)22:31 No.9218086
    >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-

    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?
    >> Anonymous 04/15/10(Thu)22:33 No.9218127
    What do we have at our disposal?
    >> Tarvus 04/15/10(Thu)22:33 No.9218130
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    Advise Mr. Helmetless to don a helmet.
    >> Anonymous 04/15/10(Thu)22:34 No.9218160
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/15/10(Thu)22:37 No.9218208
    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.

    He has an Iron Halo. He's fine, trust me.
    >> Anonymous 04/15/10(Thu)22:40 No.9218264
    Can we figure out a way to disable its shield?
    >> Anonymous 04/15/10(Thu)22:41 No.9218284
    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.
    >> Iron Lung 04/15/10(Thu)22:43 No.9218327
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/15/10(Thu)22:43 No.9218328
    >> Anonymous 04/15/10(Thu)22:45 No.9218362
    If the sprinklers don't work, do this. In fact, do them both at once.
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/15/10(Thu)22:50 No.9218458
    >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.
    >> Anonymous 04/15/10(Thu)22:51 No.9218476
    >> Anonymous 04/15/10(Thu)22:52 No.9218504
    Pray with all your heart, but louder. Shout sacred litanies in binary over the loudspeaker system.
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/15/10(Thu)22:59 No.9218670
    >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!
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/15/10(Thu)23:00 No.9218688
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    >you realize it's RECAFF TIME.
    >> Anonymous 04/15/10(Thu)23:01 No.9218719
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/15/10(Thu)23:06 No.9218813
    >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.
    >> Iron Lung 04/15/10(Thu)23:15 No.9218999
    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. =]
    >> Anonymous 04/15/10(Thu)23:21 No.9219123
    well shit all we can do is overload some las packs for the win
    >> Anonymous 04/15/10(Thu)23:42 No.9219496
    Initiating bump.exe.
    >> Anonymous 04/15/10(Thu)23:57 No.9219781

    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/16/10(Fri)00:08 No.9220020
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    >get lost getting recaff

    >make it back later than expected.
    >> Anonymous 04/16/10(Fri)00:11 No.9220055
    Clearly someone needs to install a GPS.
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/16/10(Fri)00:13 No.9220081
    There's tons of techpriestesses. This ain't no fuckin' Astartes here, son.

    Let's go with tabletop for now. I don't know how many it has in DH but I bet it's an assload.
    >> Anonymous 04/16/10(Fri)00:21 No.9220253
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/16/10(Fri)00:22 No.9220259

    I respectfully request source.
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/16/10(Fri)00:22 No.9220267

    >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.
    >> Anonymous 04/16/10(Fri)00:22 No.9220273

    to the techpriestess thing, I mean.
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/16/10(Fri)00:23 No.9220290
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    Mechanicum and Titanicus both. The former has a hot Magos and a female MC, and Titanicus has some as secondary characters.
    >> Anonymous 04/16/10(Fri)00:25 No.9220330
    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.
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/16/10(Fri)00:27 No.9220356
    >duct tape
    What's that? Do you perhaps mean holy Dukta, most beloved and stalwart of binding materials?
    >> Anonymous 04/16/10(Fri)00:32 No.9220467
    It's shielded. We'd need to find a way through it or to disable it.
    >> Anonymous 04/16/10(Fri)00:32 No.9220475
    Yes, that.
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/16/10(Fri)00:42 No.9220648
    >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.

    >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.
    >> Anonymous 04/16/10(Fri)01:03 No.9221061
    rolled 12, 4 = 16

    Omnissiah protect!
    >> girder 04/16/10(Fri)01:04 No.9221079

    Are we using Dark Heresy rules?

    Because if not, techpriestess is screwed.
    >> Anonymous 04/16/10(Fri)01:06 No.9221118
    A little bit of taint never hurt anyone.

    Okay, blatant lie, but it might not be lethal and/or immediately obvious in its effect.
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/16/10(Fri)01:06 No.9221125
    Low good high bad.
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/16/10(Fri)01:14 No.9221277

    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.

    >> Anonymous 04/16/10(Fri)01:20 No.9221344
    The grace of the machine is with us! Gain confidence and shriek more blessed catechisms of the Mechanicus at it!
    >> girder 04/16/10(Fri)01:27 No.9221455
    Oh, thank goodness!
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/16/10(Fri)01:29 No.9221495
    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?
    >> Anonymous 04/16/10(Fri)01:37 No.9221598
    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.
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/16/10(Fri)01:44 No.9221719
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/16/10(Fri)01:47 No.9221764
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/16/10(Fri)03:18 No.9223286

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