As the wreckage of the Aeonic Forge begins to phase away, clumps of environment being drawn to the gas giant, da Looted Krooza enters the Warp. The trip is estimated at about five days. As soon as Krooza enters the Warp, things start to go a little weird. The hallways seem to stretch on forever, twisting and turning in impossible arrangements. The walls are flashing colors, never the same one twice.

"Lots'o gubbinz ta muck 'bout wi.... WOT." says Kroz, "OI! WOT GITZ BEEN MAKIN NEW CORRIDORZ ON ME KROOZA WIFOUT PERMISHUN?"

And the grots just turned chartreuse.

"Hm..." sighs Grakgut, "Dis be a problem uv a' unorky variety!"

Do continue mister rmyr.
I am a close business associate of mister grimslag, and do so enjoy hearing of his exploits.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JpksyojwqzE

"WOT DA ZOG IZ GOIN' ON?" yells Wazgor, who begins grabbing grots and shaking them violently.
"Oi gess Oi'll 'aveta eckstrakt dis colah fer analyzin'!" says Grakgut. He pulls over a grot, and hands him an oil-soaked napkin.
"Now, Grot. Oi'll need ya ta sign dis. Make shure dat yer orksurance iz gud, kay?" Grakgut asks.
The grot gets 8 degrees of failure on Literacy, picks his nose, and sticks the stuff that came out on the paper.
"...Gud enuff." Grakgut gets his grot manservant Grakkagrak to begin extracting the chartreuse.

Meanwhile in the Launch bay, the security cameras show tons of smoke, and the Black Panthers bringing out some strange-looking plants with multiple leaves.
"Oi, Chapta Masta," asks Wazgor, "Wot are ya doin'?"
"Hm?" asks Chapter Master Johnson, "Oh, ain't nothin' better to do."
Chapter Master Johnson passes Wazgor a rolled burning sheet of paper. "Got some friends who supply the good stuff."
Wazgor eats the rolled burning sheet of paper.
Chapter Master Johnson starts laughing, followed by the rest of the Black Panthers, who begin laughing at each other.
"Oi. you muhreenz iz pretty big on Waagh, roight? wots dis burny gubbinz?" asks Kroz.
"It's wisdom." says Brother Captain Dynamite.
"Uh, wots a wisdom?" asks Kroz.
"Wizdum iz wut 'umiez kall bein' cunnin'." replies Grakgut.
"Yeah, that..." says Dynamite, staring into space.
"Oh Dat. WAIT. IF YOU SEZ IT LOIKE DAT, DEYZ'LL ALL REALIZE DAT WE AND EVERYONE IZ ALL ORKZ!" says Kroz.
"But it ain't jus' kunnin, itz loik bein' so kunnin' dat yoose kan't git it yerself. Yooze gotta git it frum sumplace." says Grakgut, "Speakin uv which..."

"OY, BLACK PANTHAZ! IT'Z TIME FER A MEDIKAL EXAM!" yells Grakgut.
"Well, our Apothecary is currently passed out on a beanbag, so some screening can't hurt." says Dynamite.
"EXCELLENT. WE HAVE FREE...FREE... Wutsit dat 'umiez loike?...FREE LOLLIPOPS!" adds Grakgut.
"OH FUCK I LOVE LOLLIPOPS" yell half the Black Panthers as they begin climbing over each other to get on line.

As the day comes to a close, the colors begin to recede and the smoke starts to thin, Grakgut pulls over Kroz.
"Pssst. Kroz. Git me a buncha boyz, an' grog." whispers Grakgut, "Weze gunna make us sum orky marinez."

The rest of the time in the Warp, Kroz sticks to upgrading the kill team's weapons in his spare time on the mekbridge. Wazgor continues to acquire wisdom with the rest of the Black Panthers, culminating in a rokkit-pack re-enactment of the Blue Danube in the primary launch bay. Grakgut starts sticking various bitz and gubbinz in some of the Black Panthers, ultimately making their Preomnor organ filter alcohol directly into their bloodstream.

Da Looted Krooza finally exits the Warp directly into an asteroid field. Port side the Kill Team can see the large gas giant, Iniega.
"Rokks." states Grakgut.
"Kuld be loot in'em." notes Kroz.
"Kollekt it." says Grakgut.
"Uh, wuzn't we gettin' repairs?" asks Wazgor.
"But loot!" says Kroz.

After scanning the asteroid field, Chapter Master Johnson steps in.
"Bah. Forgot about that." says Chapter Master Johnson, "The tenth moon was destroyed. We need to head to the 11th moon."
"Well...Deathwatch." says Grenadius, "Welcome to the Iniega system."
Kroz pulls Krooza over to a large asteroid. Da boyz begin pulling it in and tie it to the side of the ship.
Krooza begins moving towards the 11th moon, though the imbalance from the rokk causes difficulty. They do eventually dock with a station over the 11th moon of Iniega.
"WHO DA ZOG PUT A ROKK IN DA ENJINZ?" asks Kroz.
"Uh, you did." says Wazgor.

"What you are currently mining," says Grenadius, "is the remnants of the tenth moon, destroyed by the previous Forge, and a man named Farotek."
"Dis Farotek..." asks Kroz, kicking the consoles a few times, "...ain't dat da git from da Marz krooza?"
"Looks loike it." notes Grakgut.
"What do you mean?" asks Grenadius.
"Uh, sum git woz da boos o'dat krooza youze wuz muckin' about outside of. Made da big flyin' fing wif da big plazma wings. Dat wuz pretty neat." says Kroz.
"Ya. 'ard ta krump. 'e 'ad dis movin' pictcha 'bout 'ow 'e wuz gunna make da yooniverse a bettah place an' all dis stuffs." says Grakgut.
"Oi krumped it," adds Wazgor, "Problem wuz too many of 'im ta krump."
"Farotek is dead. I saw him die in the fires of the first Forge. We killed him ourselves." Grenadius says, "I...think you must have seen a recording. Nothing more."
Grenadius walks off the bridge.
"Well, youze never knowz." says Kroz.
"It's a fifty-year old problem, if he was to come back, he would have done so by now." says Dynamite, "I wouldn't pay it much mind."
Brother Captain Dynamite walks back to the Launch Bays.

"Well then, Deathwatch, this is where we head out." says Chapter Master Johnson, "It was sure fine to fight alongside you, but we need to find the rest of the Chapter. They're probably wasting time somewhere around here."
"Roight!" says Grakgut, "Jus' make shure ta git plenty uv grog!"
"Search out a man named Boris." says Johnson, "He used to be a Genetor. He is the one that will repair your ship. He runs a machine shop in the underhives. It's all a front of course. He never really left the underworld business."
"Ain't dey doks?" asks Kroz.
"Wait, wot if we need mo' wizdom?" asks Wazgor.
"Boris can hook you up. And 'Deathwatch'..." Johnson turns around, smirking, "Your secret is safe with me." Johnson winks as he walks out towards the Thunderhawks. Out the window of the Bridge, the Kill Team can see the Black Panthers transports begin to make planetfall.

"Oi wundah wot sekrit 'e meant..." wonders Kroz.

I keep forgetting we oughta get a crate of comissar hats...

As the Kill Team prepares to go, Wazgor notices something on the seat. A Gift-wrapped box.
"ORKMAS!" yells Wazgor as he rips open the box.
"Wot iz dat?" asks Kroz and Grakgut simultaneously.
Opening the box, it's a book. On the cover is "Codex Astartes." It appears to be covered in grease stains.
"It'z anuvva cookbook!" yells Grakgut.
"Mo' recipes?" asks Kroz.
Wazgor flips to a random page, bits of fried chicken falling out. He opens to "STEEL REHN."
"Mus' be a new way ta chop yer food." says Grakgut.
"No you git." says Wazgor, "It's 'ow 'umiez jump from bommas!"

As the Kill Team begins debating whether or not they should eat the book, their cogitators pick up a message. It appears to be coordinates - no sender, no identification, no other information. The Kill Team decides to check it out.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OuR4atZ_STI

The Kill Team rushes into the Last Danca, Boldo fluttering in last, and are launched toward the surface. As the Kill Team breaks the stormy atmosphere, all that can be seen are the lights and the smog of hive cities. Kroz brings the Last Danca to a halt on a landing pad. All types of thugs and hive scum can be seen going about their business. On one corner, a pair of Black Panthers are keeping "order," one with a bolter, one with a needle rifle. The Kill Team doesn't seem to recognize them. A heavy rain suffuses the dim neon lights and the shadowy alleyways.

"Skooire Dantalion. Anyfing tries ta take me Danca, ZOG'EM."
Dantalion takes up sentry position as Boldo flutters out, flying in circles.

Comparing position to the coordinates on the message, the message coordinates are deeper in the hive, in the underhive. As the Kill Team makes their way through the hives, the dark rainy alleys casting nothing but shadows, they notice, through the darkness, a blue light in one of the alleys.

"MERCH." yells Wazgor, flying over.
"Got a selection of good things on sale, stranger!"

At this point, 'Eadmangla has arrived. He would be late due to personal business.

Kroz acquires a box of Plasma Cannons for experiments. Wazgor tries for an Embedded Auspex, but barely fails.'Eadmangla picks up a magnetic harness, his guns now attached all over him. Grakgut decides to pick up the first of the upgrades for SDS Mode, the Pinpoint Power Field, despite not fully knowing exactly what it does. As a team, they pick up Protekty Plates for the Danca, increasing their hull integrity by nearly 50%.

"Heh heh heh, thank you." says the Merchant as he walks around the corner.

As the Kill Team heads deeper into the underhives, they see signs advertising the machine shop of a techpriest named Boris. Following the directions, it seems both the signs and the coordinates lead to the same place. Turning an alley, a muted neon sign advertises "Boris' Mostly Fine Goods."

"Kroz, 'ow come all da 'umie Meks are priests?" asks Wazgor.
"Da 'Umies, dey seez Dakka, Fasta an other fings as da buddies of da Empruh." replies Kroz, "You knowz how weze talks to us bestest snazziest shootas, roight?"
"Kourse." says Wazgor.
"Da 'unz dat fix'em iz loike da stompas of Gork an Mork do da 'umies." continues Kroz, "Da Mek Priests iz da wunz dat make you'ze shootas an' rokks all bettah."

Entering the shop, the Kill Team can see machine parts and empty tanks laying about. The Kill Team hears a clang in the back rooms, then notice motion on the side. It appears to be a Kroot.
"Hmm...fresh meat. Or business." says the Kroot.
"Oi, you Boris?" asks Wazgor.
"He will be here...momentarily." says the kroot.
Out of the back, covered in machine oil, walks a heavily-armored techpriest.
"Hmm, you must be the Deathwatch Comrade Johnson spoke of." says Boris.
"Yeah, we need repairz." says Grakgut.
"You can drop the act, I know you're orks. I've worked with your kind before." says Boris, "However, if Comrade Johnson says you are fine, then I trust him."
"Wot, really?" asks Wazgor.
"Gud. Oi 'ate talkin' loike a 'umie." says Grakgut, "Too much yellin'."
"I dunno. Da yelly bitz in foightin iz pretty fun." says Kroz.
"Fun, but it's 'ard. Makes me 'ead 'urt." says Wazgor.
"So I've been told. I can fix ship, Comrade." says Boris, "It is simple for one such as me."
"Dats gud. Dragged in one of dem ex-moon rokks weeze ken melt down fer moar metal if youze needs it."
"Excellent, Comrade. That will make things easier." says Boris, "In meantime, I need you to deal with something for me."
The Kill Team perks up.

"This is Iniega. You'll never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. And I know EVERY single event that takes place." says Boris, "However, there have recently been events which have been hidden even from me."
"Dat sounds like Garo'z doin'. Woz it Lekterz? Dem spindly fingz wot barely stand and 'e finks is all "logikal"? Lousy designs." says Kroz.
"Lectors? I have heard of such things. But I do not believe it is them." says Boris, "I believe the taint of Chaos nonetheless is attempting to ingratiate itself here."
Boris turns to the Kroot. "Dr. Thrax, the records!"
The kroot brings out a sheet of parchment, suspected sightings of Chaos arrayed.
"KAOS?! MEYBE WE KAN KRUMP DEM LIFE GAAAHDS SUM MO'!" yells Grakgut excitedly.
"Lifeguards? I am not familiar with them." says Boris, "I am told that in high hives, there have been strange sightings."
Boris looks up.
"Fix problem, and I should have ship ready." says Boris, "Do we have deal?"
"Wut kinda strange soightins?" asks Grakgut.
I am unsure myself. Marines that do not wear colors of Black Panthers. Screaming in night." sighs Boris, "I want Chaos NOWHERE on my world." states Boris, "Bad for the soul, bad for the spirit, bad for business."
"Welp, if its krumpin ya need..." starts Kroz.
"Letz go an' krump'em!" says Grakgut.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17PM-UMVud8

Heading back to the Last Danca, The Kill Team note a number of corpses surrounding it, and Dantalion's gun smoking. They stick the corpses in the Danca, and make their way up to the higher hives. Flying up to the upper hives is a simple matter. The Last Danca drags to a halt on a set of landing pads, and the Kill Team disembarks. The skies up here are still cloudy and rainy, though at least its easier to see. The people are just moving about, heads down, minding their own business. Otherwise, there appears to be no heresy in the landing area.

The Kill Team takes a deep breath of the air, and 'Eadmangla and Kroz realize the air sinking from the Upper Hives smells like heresy.
"Dere's sumfin' 'eretikal up dere." says 'Eadmangla.
The Kill Team piles back into the Last Danca, and begin to fly towards the hivetops.

Flying over the hivetops, 'Eadmangla, notices symbols on one of the roofs, including the 8-pointed star of chaos, bordering a large complex as well as a good place to deep strike if you choose to.

"OWI 'ERESY RIGHT DERE!" 'Eadmangla points at the star. He opens the back hatch of the Last Danca, and strafes his Lascannon across the symbol. It begins glowing, and the sky begins to get purple, the clouds beginning to spin.
"Oh zog, " says 'Eadmangla "Oi fink dey'z mad!"
The sky becomes very dangerous, as warp lightning begins striking the Last Danca. Kroz decides to fly in low, as the rest of the kill team tries out that STEEL REHN thing in the Codex Astartes.
"ALRIGHT, BATTOL BRUTHAS, THIS IS WOT STORMBOYZ ARE MADE OF!" Wazgor jumps out at about 50m, but forgets to hit his jump pack until the last minute, causing him to sprain his ankle from the drop. The rest of the team jumps out at about 10m, making suitable craters. As Kroz scrapes the Last Danca across one of the roofs and rejoins the Kill Team, Grakgut tonka tuffs through the door.

"Wait, what's that sound outside?" asks Plague.
"I dunno, the storm wasn't supposed to happen yet." says Noise.
"Someone must have screwed with it." adds Sorceror.
"By the dark gods, quit arguing and fix it!" yells Berzerker.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" says Midget.

"DARK GODZ!? GUD FING I'Z GOT A LIGHT!" yells Grakgut as he hits his face-mounted exterminator cartridge.

"Hey, someone's here!" yells Noise.
"DEATHWATCH! YOU WILL FALL TODAY!" yells Berzerker.
"For today..." says Plague.
"Guys, get into position first!" says Sorceror.
The Lifeguards rush hastily into position.
"THE LIFEGUARDS WILL DESTROY YOU!" yell the Lifeguards, all wearing jump packs.

However, Grakgut's flamer hits Midget, whose jump pack ignites early.
"By the Dark Gods he just flew up." says Noise.
"SAVE HIM!" yells Sorceror.
"Oh jeez." says Plague.
"Gods-damnit Midget..." sighs Berzerker

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LUjxPj3al5U

The Lifeguards have stepped up their game. Berzerker, wielding a hellblade, charges Kroz. Sorceror unleashes powerful psychic barrages at Grakgut. Noise unloads his Blastmaster at 'Eadmangla, as Plague shoots toxic plasma at Wazgor. Wazgor is also charged by Midget, who has made it his life's goal to hump his leg, dealing fatigue damage and attacking Wazgor's self esteem directly. Grakgut punches out Berzerker, but not before Grakgut's storm fields overload, making Grakgut punch himself in the face. Berzerker laughs as he's sucked into the Warp. Kroz disengages and uses his LLC on Sorceror, sending him back to the Warp. 'Eadmangla jumps out of cover, unloading into Noise with pulse fire, burning out his shield, while Kroz finishes off Plague with pulse fire, sending them both into the Warp. Wazgor tries to deal with Midget, but Midget is retardedly lucky with shield and dodge. Boldo joins in, charging Midget and doing a massive amount of damage with his face-drill energy sucking, while Grakgut finishes off Midget with a Orky Fury'd Shoryuken.

>>17285255
Its also worth mentioning that there were several volleys aimed at that thing, accompanied by horrible horrible strings of misses. The dicebot was particularly mean this session.

The Kill Team begins searching for loot as the skies begin to clear and the air returns to its greasy rain. 'Eadmangla finds boxes full of spray paint, with such colors as Chaos Black, Chartreuse, and Hot Pink, and a shopping list detailing the need for more spray paint. This spray paint has the taint of chaos, so the Kill Team decides to loot as much as they can and chuck it in sister blood to purify it. After loading the paint into the Last Danca, they fire some missiles into the building, which explodes dramatically, though the Last Danca flies through a cloud of spray paint, splashing it Hot Pink. The Kill Team makes their way back to the landing pads of the underhives, missiles clearing the way when doors don't open.

A short walk over to Boris's shop, and as the Kill Team reaches the door, they hear voices.

"Oh yeah, den it turned ito a big stompa! Dey wuz krumpin' gits everywhere!" says Uzgob.
"Interesting, Uzgob. I trust power couplings from Kannon was problem?" asks Boris.
"It was incredible, Boris. Never saw anything like it." notes Grenadius.
"Oh, hey boss." says Uzgob as the Kill Team enters the small machine shop, "Wuz just catchin' up wit da old bosses!"
"Da old bosses?" asks Grakgut.
"Ship is fixed, Comrade." says Boris, "Problem was Peg A in Slot B, and Peg B in Slot A. I tape pegs together and mash in Slot C. It work now."
"Yep, your Cannon shouldn't feedback anymore!" says Grenadius.
"But we wuz mixin' da grog in Slot C..." says Kroz.
"Oh good! You're helping them!" says a new voice, approaching from behind.
"Oh, great. You." sighs Boris.
The Kill Team turns around.
"Just the ones I wanted to see!" yells Korst'la the Third ecstatically.

We called the session here.

We're gonna have to practice posing. Interrupting them while they do theirs is cunnin, but having a better set of poses would be brutal

Overall, the Kill Team was nearly hampered by a number of bad rolls that Kim Jong Il the Dice Bot gave, while Dear Leader smiled upon the Lifeguards, even deflecting an entire salvo of fire from one of them, before shields burned out.

I think Korst'la's next planned heist is going to be quite fun, should the players decide to listen. Plenty of expected explosions and dakka. But for now, I think everyone was just excited for a rematch with the Lifeguards.

>>17285303

THANKS FOR REMINDING ME I'M OUT OF PRIMER WHEN ALL OF THE HARDWARE STORES ARE CLOSED ASSHOLE

Only in Deffwotch would one find Super Sentai Chaos Rangers...

>>17285382
You might say they're the 'fun time' enemies. Garo's a filthy logik-lovin pointy-'eaded git, and thus mostly invokes a desire to outright krump.

The Lifeguard on the other hand are the face of pure, simple wholesome WAAAGH. Something you can krump at the end of a long, rough day of krumping fingz youze loikes lots less.

Well, despite their name and the ill-housetrained Squat.

>>17285382
Do you change dicebot every other session?

Also, is the flyboy a mekboy now or what

>>17285478

I change the name. It's gone from Dice Grot to John Madden to Zuvassin to Kim Jong Il to who knows what.

And yes, the Flyboy Kroz has now become the team's Mekboy.

>>17285043
>Note that Wurrza was unable to show up due to business concerns.

That means we wasnt there to use PUSH! AHAHAHA!

>>17285417
Makes perfect sense to me in Black Crusade.

The Deffwotch and their Orky antics never fail to amuse and the go-go-power Lifeguard eternally failing to pull off a decent intro act is priceless.

I wonder if Comrade Techpriest Boris has a space-Soviet vodka still running on Leman Russ antifreeze hidden away in his shop somewhere...

I love the lifeguards

>>17285593

More like a still running on melta gel...

>>17285548

So, would anyone be up for a Power Rangers-esque Black Crusade game?

>>17285823
Abaddon - Alpharius, the Emperor has escaped! Recruit a team of chaos marines with attitude!
Alpharius- Aye yi yi!

>>17286013

Nothing can possibly go wrong!

>>17285823
that would be pretty epic

>old bosses
>uzgob

HOLY FUCK

IT'S THE SAME UZGOB

>>17286013

It would start with four CSM, one for each god.

Then a fifth one comes by, messing with their plans.

late night bump

Early Morning Bump
Love reading this stuff

>>17286861
Red (Khorne), Blue (Tzeench), Green (A Squat), Yellowish (Nurgle) and Pink (Slaanesh).

Later, The 6th, Black and Gold (Chaos Undivided) ranger joins them in an on and off fashion

Still need to mash all that plasma together into some kind of kombi-jetpack cannon (so much for lightweight construction, that thing's gonna top 120kg easy), but first priority is gonna be to fix up the old field belt into a replacement for wurrza's lost one.

>>17285382
They had some very impressive rolls, though luckily for all their hits their damage wasn't rolling all that well. I gotta learn to ask where that plasma hits me though, since I end up just not applying the shield's AP to my body and left arm when I don't think about it.

Archiving

>>17287998

FUCKING GOLD RANGER

>age in email field
>archiving

wat

>>17288218
There has got to be something to make me faster. How the hell do Terminators get into melee? It seems like everything's been avoiding me lately in melee and that makes a sad git.

>>17291034
The epitomy of Orkyness is having trouble with speed, clearly the great Deffbosses know that red makes you go fasta. Unless you aren't allowing the ork kolor feory as I call it.

I remember seeing a thread where we argued on how to paint your dakka to optimize efficiency. We decided that it would have to be quite the flashy kustom shoota. With a system to paint your bullets as they were being shot out.

Anyways, red is fast, yellow is for Dakka, blue is lucky. If your fast and lucky, your a sneaky grot who's got purple. Green was propa orky. A really fast shoota makes alot of noise, so orange is more Dakka. Black was dead ard' and white is a mystery but it probably complements being dead ard since they use it in checkered patterns.

>>17293213

Color Theory is allowed for their Bomma and their ship (they have yet to take advantage for either), though individual might be too small to take effect.

>>17291034

While Mega Armor is too large for a jump pack...perhaps you simply aren't asking the correct questions?

Grakgut, you're basically the ork equivalent of Brock Samson. We're all pretty dangerous, but you're very, very visible about it. Berserker was pretty quick to assume I was a melee weakpoint, though as he discovered even I can deal with that while still firing my mains.

But, there's a way to get you in there faster. Uh, besides turning you into an antigrav-capable sentinel cross between DaiRaiOh and Gan-Duro. A very, very fast way. Almost instant, one might say.

Or we get you a wartraxx or something. You'll be the giant metal cybork sitting on the geezer-buddy, barreling down the sidewalk with almost as much bloodthirst and violence as they do.

But also, there's getting the others TO you instead. Or forcing them to deal with you instead of us, though that's markedly more difficult when they're more mobile.

But perhaps, if a jetpack can't be used to make you fly...

The Alt-Riese had a tesla drive as well. Couldn't fly though. It used it to stand upright. Mayhaps we can do the same. Modify for maximal output on much shorter, less efficient burns. In vacuum operations your ^V would be shit compared to standard, but it would let you get your extended charge.

I'm about to try and turn a crate of plasma cannons into some very high impulse thrusters. You don't mind a few hundred kilograms of "jetpack" more do you? But that's up to Shas'O to judge on what is needed.

Someone needs to draw the Lifeguards.

And also the Deffwotch

>>17293772
The right questions...Hm...

Is there a way, whether it be external or internal, to increase Grakguts rate of locomotion?

Or perhaps a way of bringing the enemies to him instead?

Or a personal teleporter like Terminators usually have?

Or a way to make me more huge past buying the advances when they're available?

>Is there a way, whether it be external or internal, to increase Grakguts rate of locomotion?

Potentially. And by potentially I mean yes. It'd be up to you guys to implement it. I've seen some ideas already I find rather hilarious.

>Or perhaps a way of bringing the enemies to him instead?

Yes. Considering you were the one who suggested it, and I have already approved it, I am surprised you forgot.

>Or a personal teleporter like Terminators usually have?

The Grey Kniggit model Personal Teleporter in Daemon Hunter does not work on Terminator-Equivalent armor. And the Into the Storm pack has a more or less 50% chance to put you farther away than you started.

>Or a way to make me more huge past buying the advances when they're available?

Your size cap would be Enormous after Mega Armor and Hulking.

Awesome.
I envy Deffwotch. An all-Eldar campaign wouldn't be nearly as awesome. Even the best Snark isn't as fine as Orky-Rage Shoryuken with taped on Exterminator cartridges.

>>17294931
I think all-tau would be funny, since they'd be so fucking fragile. Panic and comic relief through this. Also play up the communist saboteur element.

>>17294952

battlesuits, battlesuits everywhere

>>17294786
Oh yeah! The grappling hook attachment. I haven't thought much about that since my ballistic skill is terrible.

>>17295102
Actually that's another option.
Imperial personal jetpacks might not be able to cut it, but a class 8 or 9 A-Grav oughta pull it off easy, IF your suit can provide enough power for this sort of thing.

It probably can't but we can fix that. Small secondary power unit to provide the sustained wattage, and some lasgun chargepacks to provide the peaks firing it up requires. You'll probably have to keep track of remaining activations, it would need one every time you start it up for those 1-minute burns

>>17296984

>class 8-9 A-grav

i have no idea what that is

Power, however, should not be an issue. I do believe you all strap nuclear fuel rods to yourselves for power. Either way, I can pretty much say that a jetpack is infeasible for that size of armor.

>>17297341
sorry, was thinking of the battlesuit mass classes.
Even hazards have limited flight capabilities after all.

>>17297354

Yes, but remember that they have full-on JETPACKS, not JUMP Packs. There's a difference. That, and the jetpack is a majority of the suit, as opposed to this case, where the majority of the suit is angry ork.

er, just to clarify:
Even with "unlimited lifespan" on the power armor's supply, there's just so much the thing can provide at any given moment. From actual energy emission rate to the cabling's capacity, you come across a limit somewhere, and staying too close to it will drastically lower the unit's lifespan. Crossing it's just begging for meltdown, overheats, shorts as coil enamel slowly burns away or straight up fuse-popping if you're lucky.

Its not as if there isn't an armor-scale flight system that can pull it off for him, but rather, its that he fills out far more of his 'suit' than a tau does despite soon being the same size (once they're both enormous), the entire ork-filled thing may be heavier than the crystaline armor, and we're using fission fuel to power what usually takes a fusion engine. Any jetpack capable of carrying him around would be scaled to a Crisis or Hazard suit, and might require a supply of its own.

He's probably no worse than a landspeeder, but that still means he needs as much engine as a landspeeder. And that'll be the tougher part. Maybe once he has unnatural strength and CAN lug around two tons before feeling a bit encumbered.

>>17297394
Hm.. its true that jetpacks would still leave him with the issue of being no faster than normal walking, just with more vertical...