>>18329086
old thread

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Privateer%20Quest
previous threads

rolled 11 = 11

>>18330915

rolled 20 = 20

>>18330915
Rolling

>>18330949
Wow, I'm so glad you managed to roll before me.

>>18330955
We will not require ocular implants at this juncture.

>>18330955
We should really demand a refund from the navigator.

>>18331021

Gellar field failure is -not- covered by the Navigator.

>>18331071
Hmm, okay.
So, what are we facing?
The results of
2->11
or
(2+82)/2->(11+20)/2

>>18331071
>Gellar field failure
>You can't leave. She won't let you.

Reality fades as the warp's energies pierce your bridge, tendrils of unfathomable emotion quickly coalescing into nearly a dozen deamons. Several crew go mad at the very sight of this event, devolving into babbling mockeries of the human form or blindly leaping upon their fellows in an enraged madness. Athe quickly draws her power sword, cutting down one of the twisted mockeries of the female form as it lunges for Julin's throat with a deamonic claw. Julin quickly returns the favor as the remains of the first deamon turns to a corrupt vapour of barely comprehensible colours. Your cogitators overload as the ship's spirit surges in response to the presence of its ancient foe, the venerable machine spirit pouring its devine essence into the gellar field to seal the gates from this dark incursion.

>orders?
> 10 deamons remain
>Equipment on hand: Mechanicus Robe, laspistol, power sword, mechadendrites (1 medicae, 2 utility)

>Required rolls: D100 for melee combat (if ordered), D100 for ranged combat (if ordered), D100 for luck
>all rolls are Low = good

>>18331290
>laspistol

Didn't we also equip one of the bolt pistols in the last thread? (Or was it the one before?)

rolled 75 = 75

>>18331290
Well this is going to go poorly. Roughly how many people on the bridge can we expect to be able to fight? Gonna roll combat for now though - let's chop up some daemons with the power sword.

>>18331290
Elesh's ballistic skill seems to be better, so let's try to shoot stuff.

rolled 55 = 55

>>18331342
Derp, forgot to roll.

>>18331321
you claimed it, but it just happened to be in your quarters (i rolled odd/even on a die to determine which pistol you had on you. Blame the 2! )

rolled 11 = 11

>>18331290
Luck.

>>18331353
At least we won't run out of ammo. Although I have no idea why Elesh would only carry 1 pistol.

>>18331290
>>18331254
>Daemonettes
>You can't leave. She-who-thirsts won't let you.
Oh Omnissiah.

>>18331353
>40012
>Not carrying all the pistols you own
ISYGDDT etc etc.

>>18331326
>We're a techpriest.
>Get in close combat with a Daemon.
Ahahano.
FIRE AT WILL!

just caught up with the 1st part of the thread.
I'm going stay up untill 7 am again, aren't I?

Get the biggest gun you can and order the crew to stick together. If the demons try to get close in mlee, power sword them.

A madded crewman falls to your laspistol as you sever your MIU link with the ship, the sheer quantity of information dangerously close to crashing your cogitators. To your left, Julin and Athe both cut down another deamon before Athe is tackled to the deck by an insane crewman, the youth wildly attempting to claw at your XO's eyes. Opposite the two women, Quein strikes down a twisted deamon and maddened crewman in a single stroke, though he narrowly avoids a blow from a second warp entity. You take aim at Quein's attacker, but a disembowled crewman is thrown into your body and sends the shot into a bulkhead. Before you stands a deamon coated in the crewman's blood, his entrails wrapped about the feminine horror as some sort of hellish jacket. Behind the mocking horror, a large form begins to take shape, tendrils joining to slowly form the outline of a four-armed horror. Your flesh brain screams in horror at the sight, though your cogitators have long since dominated any commands to your flesh body's functions. At your feet, the disembowled crewman howls in pleasure, his mind clearly corrupted by the foul warp creature's touch.

>cont

A thunderous noise roils through your very being and toward the amassing tentrils of warp energies upon your bridge, shattering the foul energies out of existance as the Gellar Field is reestablished, though the deamons that had already formed remain.

>Orders?
>7 deamons remain
>combat rolls and luck, please.

rolled 90 = 90

>>18331846
I guess our laspistol doesn't really help much against those daemons, so let's focus on supporting our crew. First of all take care of the crewman attacking Athe.

rolled 58 = 58

>>18331846
The pistol sucks, more choppy!

same strategy - have the crew stick together and keep shooting. If anyone gets into mlee range, powersword it. Shoot the crewmen that went crazy.

rolled 5 = 5

>>18331846
luck

>>18331896
Ooops, sorry - rolled with noko+dice. Should I re-roll that one?

>>18331909

I accept noko dice rolls, so long as there aren't suddenly a dozen 1's or something that causes me to doubt the rolls

rolled 51 = 51

combat roll and bump

Your attempt to bring your pistol upon the blood-coated deamon is foiled when it whips your crewman' entrails at your arm, entangling you as the abomination closes, no doubt to add your organs to it's debased decor. Freed from the tangle of intestine by a sweep of your power sword, you exchange blows with the deamon as the battle continues to rage about you. Quein bellows as a maddened creman grapples and bites down on his arm, ending the wrech's life with his lasgun even as a deamon bears down upon the officer. A pair of crewmen bravely charge a deamon that attempts to slay one of your navigators. Though the deamon is slain by their bravery, it also takes one of the men with it, cutting the poor soul in two with its warped claw. Julin contiues to cut down her attackers, though she is unable to assist your XO at the moment. The mad mad attacking Athe is soon thrown to the side as a deamon pounces upon your prone friend, only to be stopped by a brilliant flash of light. The deamon is soon fading to foul vapour as your XO's power sword finds its foul core.

>cont

The tearing of cloth returns your attention to your opponent as your robe is torn from your form, causing the Omnissiah's wrath to fill your weak flesh. The grinning abomination is quickly relieved of her bladed hand by your sword.

>orders?
> 4 deamons remain
>combat rolls and luck

rolled 2 = 2

>>18332288
Rolling for ranged combat

rolled 22 = 22

>>18332288
Going for another combat roll with the power sword.

rolled 42 = 42

luck roll

>>18332288
>>orders?
There are only 4 daemons remaining, we should try to keep them away from our wounded. If we manage to get them all this round, make sure to provide first aid with the medicae mechadendrite after the battle is over.

>>18332298
>>18332300
>>18332318
Omnissiah's wrath indeed.

rolled 2 = 2

and, here's another combat roll , hopfully it will fix our average

>>18332394
wow
the dice hate us

>>18332409
Low is good. So we rolled extremely well for this round.

Your flesh burns as the Omnissiah's power flows through your potentia coil, righteous might filling your unworthy form. The disarmed deamon is vanquished with a down stroke of your sword as your laspistol sends the Omnissiah's might to banish the two deamons circling Quein. Athe and Julin slay the final deamon as your surviving bridge crew grant peace to those beyond help, though you are unable to save the survivor of the pair from earlier. His own hand pulls the trigger that ends his life before the madness takes his mind, causing your XO and several crewmen to mutter quiet prayers for the brave soul. Your medicae mechadendrite attends to several minor wounds received during the combat, those with serious wounds going mad as the corruption consumed them. It takes nearly a day to get a complete list of your crew's casualties, though the incursion was shortened by the Omnissiah blessed ship's spirit.

>orders?
> -9% crew population (91/100)
> -11 crew morale (89/100)
> -1 Hull Integrity (34/35)
> +1 Ballistic Skill! (Elesh Phryx)
> No incursions in barracks, Armsmen unaffected by event
> Crew gains experience! +1 Crew Skill (21)
> Athe, Julin and Quein were lightly wounded, full recovery in 2 days
> Sword of the Omnissiah gains Omnissiah's Might
> you will arrive in Saregin's Path in 3 days

>>18332695
Catalogue all losses and do a sweep of the ship, we don't want anything nasty hiding in the lower decks. use the astropaths and navigators to detect and cleanse any remaining chaos corruption.
Prepare the deceased for burial.

>>18332695
>>orders?
Make sure to place teams of armsmen at regular intervals in the ship during warp travel from now on.

See if Advi is okay. Thank the ship. Offer our named officers to select stuff from the unassigned equipment.

>Omnissiah's Might
What does that do?

>>18332777
>Omnissiah's Might
The ship's spirit is blessed by the Omnissiah, granting it a mighty will capable of powering or operating systems even without the input of crew.

>machine spirit promotions!

>>18332857
Nifty.

>>18332695
>The mad mad attacking Athe is soon thrown to the side as a deamon pounces upon your prone friend, only to be stopped by a brilliant flash of light

Investigate, we should probably have a talk with Athe about her past.

"Quein, organize the crew and prepare our dead for burial in the void. Master-at-Arms, organize the armsmen and ensure we have no more guests." Both quickly move to follow your orders as you reconnect your MIU to the ship and locate Enginseer Advi. "There were no incursions near the engines, Captain. I do not believe any engineers were lost during the battle. The Omnissiah has surely blessed this ship's spirit." You note the spirit's fluctuations through your connection as it senses Advi's message, flesh brain wondering if the ship is feeling pride. Cogitators quickly dismiss such a notion, but the spirit's energy levels continue to flux moderately as you chant the proper litanies and rites of thanks to it.

Disconnecting from the ship, you note Athe gently closing the eyes of a slain crewman, the youth that had tackled her in his maddened state. The brilliant light that saved her requires investigation, but not on the bridge. "Athe, my quarters." Your XO's face turns a shade paler, her left hand instinctively grabbing for something hidden upon her breast. "Yes, Captain."

>questions?

>>18333119
First ask if she's okay.
Then you go into the more intrusive questions like what was that light that shielded you and are you hiding anything from me?

>>18333158
Let's not jump to the if she's hiding anything part just yet. See how she responds to the first questions. No point making it look like we distrust her unless it seems like she isn't mentioning sometihng.

>>18333119
Make it clear that we're talking to her as a friend, not as her captain. So she isn't required to answer anything she doesn't want to and we'll accept it. We care deeply about her, so if there's anything we can do to help, she just has to say so.

Then try to investigate her history with the Canoness. Ask her about her past before we met her, why she ended up on Tortuga and if the light that shielded her has anything to do with her connection with the sisters of battle.

ask her if what she hiding will put the ship or crew in danger. And if not tell her she can tell us in her own time, After all we trust her as a friend and XO.

>>18333158
>>18333201
>>18333213
>>18333262

I'm going to need some sort of... agreed direction. My cogitators dislike being drawn in four directions

>>18333213
this, more or less. Make sure that she is alright and then ask her about what happened in the fight earlier.

>>18333213
I'm willing to defer to above

>>18333262
>>18333158
Combination of these: First check she's ok, then ask whether whatever that was is something we need to know about as captain, and if not, she is free to tell us or not as she wants.
Oh, and it's probably either a a refractor/power field, or a relic or charm or the like of the Emperor, for anyone that hasn't guessed that.

>>18333425
second

>>18333213
>>18333425
If possible, combine these.

Your flesh brain screams wildly at your cogitators as the silence of your walk drives it mad. Entering your quarters, Athe remains silent. Hand still gripping an unsean object upon her breast, she alternates between matching and fearing your soft gaze. Her face is covered in long scratches, several of them clotted with blood, her clothing tattered and lightly stained with blood where deamonic claws were barely dodged or could not find purchase. Fearless, she battled and defeated warp entities without pause; yet she stands before her mortal captain, a barely augmented techpriest of the Omnissiah, and fear is clear in her eyes and posture. Cogitators surmise that you'll have a difficult time making her fear worse. "Athe, I'm asking you this as your friend, not as your Captain. Are you with me?"

Athe's eyes meet your own for a moment before she meekly looks away. Your cogitators quickly surmise the cause of this uncharacteristic behavior, shame conflicting with loyalty. "Canoness Laci giving you personal care. The silver chain around your neck when you returned from the hospitallar medicae. A blinding flash of light protects you from a deamon's attack. The logic is sound, Athe. Do I need to know what possessed a Canoness to give a scum from Tortuga a holy relic?"

"I'm," Athe's gaze falls to the floor, presumeably locking upon the strange bolt that you too find mysteriously interesting. "I'm not from Tortuga, Elesh"

>Next time on Privateer Quest! Confessions Part 2
> I'm afraid that I'm too far gone to make this confession any good at this time, so cliffhanger it is.
> Next thread on Friday @ 7:30-8:00 PM EST
> usual Q&A for ~ 20 minutes
> inb4 DUN DUN DUUUUUN

Op?

>>18334201
Well, I'm off to sleep, hope to catch you next friday

>>18334201
Whatever she exactly confesses in the next threat, I'm glad Elesh has 4 arms to hug Athe with afterwards.

>Have you mailed moot or the admins about that weird error where a thread doesn't get bumped?

>>18334246

>email moot or admins

>>18334201

It's been fun OP, see you on Friday.