>>4386142

>Catherine Love, Order Militant.

She be heavy weapons specialist.

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>>4386142
>>You joined an Order Militant, seeking to destroy the enemies of mankind and protect those who are innocent and pure of form and faith. In time you will wage battle alongside other warriors of the Imperium, inspiring them as a beacon of faith and steadfast ally.

>>Write-in
Saint Martha.

Its time to punch some heretics.

>>4386142
>You joined an Order Militant, seeking to destroy the enemies of mankind and protect those who are innocent and pure of form and faith. In time you will wage battle alongside other warriors of the Imperium, inspiring them as a beacon of faith and steadfast ally.

> Joan

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>>4386162
>>4386151
>>4386148
Order Militant is victorious, as is only right and just. Praise the Emperor and pass the ammunition! It would appear that greater harmony is required in regards to the choice of name however, if a name is not agreed upon I will roll off to determine it. Catherine, Martha, and Joan are all excellent and fitting choices anons.

Rolled 2 (1d3)

>>4386166
Faith in the Dice Gods/God Emperor is the only way!

>>4386167
How pious of you, anon! Faith is always rewarded, and the sacred prognostications of the Emperor's Tarot have revealed Martha to be the most auspicious name.

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>>4386162
>>4386151
>>4386148
You chose to join the ranks of an Order Militant, dedicating your life to armed service in the name of the God-Emperor. The training was grueling even in comparison to your years of education in the lecture halls and firing ranges of the Schola Progenium, but after a year of additional spiritual and martial training and months of sacred preparatory rites you have been inducted as a full member of one of the Orders Militant. All of your battle sisters are also progena, granting you a shared bond of experience to complement your unity of faith. The sisters of your order are the closest thing you have had to a family since you were a small child, and even the harshest training or most demanding of sacred rites is made easier by their presence. Service is struggle and sacrifice, but your heart feels joy so long as it is in the name of your spiritual father - The God-Emperor of Mankind.

There Orders Militant are split into two main groups, those based on the Ecclesiarchal capital of Holy Terra itself (the Convent Prioris), and those based on the sacred world of Ophellia VII (the Convent Sanctorum). Both planets have been beset by daemonic forces since the tragic fall of Cadia, but the infestation of Ophellia VII was far greater and longer - It has only recently been liberated and purified by the forces of the Indomitus Crusade, the living saint Celestine herself joining in the battle to free its citizens!

Which Convent does your Order belong to?
>Prioris (Sacred Rose, Ebon Chalice, Argent Shroud): The heart of Imperial strength, a place from which the righteous can strike out confidently against the enemies of man and win great victories. Victories are sorely needed in these times, the fall of Cadia fresh still fresh in the minds of trillions across the galaxy.
>Sanctorum (Bloody Rose, Our Martyred Lady, Valorous Heart): The outer reaches of the Imperium, beset by chaos, xenos, and heretics. War here is a grinding struggle, hives are reduced to rubble in the strife, ceramite is worn to dust by it, even servitors flee it; only the faithful endure.

>>4386212
Additionally, what is your most serious failing?

>Curiosity
These are strange times you live in, the Imperium beset by more foes than ever before with the opening of the cicatrix maledictum. Alliances with Eldar, primarchs walking among mortals once again... You find it all fascinating, perhaps too fascinating for your own good as a sister. You get along with allied xenos far better than most would expect you to, and find it tempting to associate with those who hold dangerous knowledge. Ignorance is a shield, one you have willingly thrown aside.

>Love
You wish to save everyone, despite knowing the foolishness of it. You easily grow attached to allies, and keenly feel every loss and misfortune of battle. When beset by tragedy despair finds you more readily than your fellow sisters, but your bonds of companionship are stronger than most. This extends beyond mere friendship.

>Hate
To hate the unclean and the alien is a virtue, but you sometimes lose yourself in it despite your otherwise good sense. You snap at allied sanctioned psykers despite them doing no wrong, chafe even more greatly than most when operating with temporarily 'allied' xenos, and despise the mutant with a burning passion that makes promethium seem chilly in comparison.

>Write-in.

>>4386212
>Prioris (Sacred Rose, Ebon Chalice, Argent Shroud): The heart of Imperial strength, a place from which the righteous can strike out confidently against the enemies of man and win great victories. Victories are sorely needed in these times, the fall of Cadia fresh still fresh in the minds of trillions across the galaxy.

>Love

>>4386212
>Sanctorum (Bloody Rose, Our Martyred Lady, Valorous Heart): The outer reaches of the Imperium, beset by chaos, xenos, and heretics. War here is a grinding struggle, hives are reduced to rubble in the strife, ceramite is worn to dust by it, even servitors flee it; only the faithful endure.
>Hate

Fuck aliens.

All my homies hate aliens.

>>4386212
>Prioris (Sacred Rose, Ebon Chalice, Argent Shroud): The heart of Imperial strength, a place from which the righteous can strike out confidently against the enemies of man and win great

>Curiosity

>>4386212
>Sanctorum
>Love

>>4386212
>Prioris (Sacred Rose, Ebon Chalice, Argent Shroud): The heart of Imperial strength, a place from which the righteous can strike out confidently against the enemies of man and win great victories. Victories are sorely needed in these times, the fall of Cadia fresh still fresh in the minds of trillions across the galaxy.
>Love

>>4386212
>>Prioris (Sacred Rose, Ebon Chalice, Argent Shroud): The heart of Imperial strength, a place from which the righteous can strike out confidently against the enemies of man and win great victories. Victories are sorely needed in these times, the fall of Cadia fresh still fresh in the minds of trillions across the galaxy.
>Curiosity
Sacred Rose ftw

>>4386212
>>Sanctorum (Bloody Rose, Our Martyred Lady, Valorous Heart): The outer reaches of the Imperium, beset by chaos, xenos, and heretics. War here is a grinding struggle, hives are reduced to rubble in the strife, ceramite is worn to dust by it, even servitors flee it; only the faithful endure.

>Curiosity

>>4386212
>Prioris (Sacred Rose, Ebon Chalice, Argent Shroud): The heart of Imperial strength, a place from which the righteous can strike out confidently against the enemies of man and win great victories. Victories are sorely needed in these times, the fall of Cadia fresh still fresh in the minds of trillions across the galaxy.
>Love

>>4386212
>Prioris (Sacred Rose, Ebon Chalice, Argent Shroud): The heart of Imperial strength, a place from which the righteous can strike out confidently against the enemies of man and win great victories. Victories are sorely needed in these times, the fall of Cadia fresh still fresh in the minds of trillions across the galaxy.
>Curiosity

>>4386212
>Prioris (Sacred Rose, Ebon Chalice, Argent Shroud): The heart of Imperial strength, a place from which the righteous can strike out confidently against the enemies of man and win great victories. Victories are sorely needed in these times, the fall of Cadia fresh still fresh in the minds of trillions across the galaxy.

>Love

>>4386212
>Sanctorum (Bloody Rose, Our Martyred Lady, Valorous Heart): The outer reaches of the Imperium, beset by chaos, xenos, and heretics. War here is a grinding struggle, hives are reduced to rubble in the strife, ceramite is worn to dust by it, even servitors flee it; only the faithful endure.
>Love

>>4386212
>>Prioris (Sacred Rose, Ebon Chalice, Argent Shroud): The heart of Imperial strength, a place from which the righteous can strike out confidently against the enemies of man and win great victories. Victories are sorely needed in these times, the fall of Cadia fresh still fresh in the minds of trillions across the galaxy.
>>Love

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>>4386215
>>4386243
>>4386252
>>4386262
>>4386286
>>4386294
>>4386348
Love

>>4386220
Hate

>>4386276
>>4386260
>>4386259
>>4386230
Curiosity.

>>4386215
>>4386230
>>4386252
>>4386259
>>4386262
>>4386276
>>4386286
>>4386348
Prioris

>>4386294
>>4386260
>>4386243
>>4386220
Sanctorum

Looks as if there have been quite a few votes while I was asleep! Prioris and love have clearly won, a fitting combination. The Emperor too loves all of mankind that remain loyal to him, and it is often said that his love is what drove him to unite all of mankind under his protection. Of course love is a double edged sword, and not even the God-Emperor avoided its cut in the end...
Writing.

The Order you joined belongs to the Convent Prioris, and as such it is based at the most sacred of sites in the Imperium - Holy Terra itself. Spiritually and perhaps even physically you have become a guardian of Terra and all it stands for, a protector of the Segmentum Solar and the very heart of the Imperium. Together with your beloved sisters you have sworn to uphold your faith and to deliver the wrath of the Emperor to his enemies, even unto your dying breath.

Which of the Orders in the Convent Prioris did you join?
>The Sacred Rose:
The most even-tempered and harmonious of the orders, resolutely determined in battle and possessing a calm tactical acumen that makes them difficult to out maneuver. The Order of the Sacred Rose has many far flung outposts, and often operates alongside large formations of zealots and warrior priests whom they shepherd into effective plans of battle. Sisters of the Order get along particularly well with other armed forces of the Imperium, their calm nature and use of conventional tactics putting allied commanders at ease. The sisters of the Sacred Rose fully embrace the power of faith as a weapon, prayer and the guidance of the Emperor allowing them to sometimes perform otherwise impossible feats of martial prowess and achieve sudden bursts of speed and strength. The Bloody Rose is your counterpart within the Convent Sanctorum, ever devoted and ferocious allies.

>The Ebon Chalice:
The oldest and most sacred of the Orders Militant, the Ebon Chalice is the original Order Militant founded by the blessed saint Alicia Dominica herself. The Ebon Chalice traces its origins all the way to the days of the Daughters of the Emperor, and as such it is an order steeped in tradition and expecting the utmost of its sisters even beyond what other Orders demand. They are dedicated guardians of Terra and the Segmentum Solar and have been vital in its successful defense against the many incursions brought on by the cicatrix maledictum. With its higher standards the Ebon Chalice has struggled to replace the losses caused by its most recent campaigns, but it still remains the most elite and honored of all the Orders.

>The Argent Shroud:
The mysterious and laconic sisters of the Argent shroud seek to emulate Saint Silvana in all things. They eschew elaborate battle plans and instead rely on their faith and an overwhelming aggressiveness to win the day, though their silence and unsubtle offensives often infuriate the commanders of other Imperial forces when they fight alongside them. The faith of the Argent Shroud is quite literally their shield, belief alone being strong enough to turn aside attacks that would otherwise surely cut them down, and when combined with their relentless hit-and-run tactics they often emerge victorious from battle believed impossible to win by many generals. Many of their worlds were consumed by the opening of the cicatrix maledictum, but the order remains unbowed and fights on across the galaxy.

>>4386419
>The Sacred Rose

>>4386419
>>The Sacred Rose:

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>>4386419
Additionally, how large is the force of sisters you currently serve with?

>A preceptory:
You are merely one part of a far larger war machine, serving with over a thousand other sisters of your Order. You are based upon one of Hub-Fortresses established by the primarch Roboute Guilliman himself, and from there you strike at the enemies of man as part of large crusades of the faithful. You and your sisters deploy in force alongside millions of other Imperial troops, winning key victories in campaigns that span across dozens of systems.

>A commandery:
You are part of a respectably sized force, numbering just over two hundred and currently based out of a few decks of an Imperial Navy light cruiser. Your commandery has fought alongside the 438th Cadian Light Infantry regiment for years, a beacon of faith and an elite fighting force which can crack enemy defenses that would otherwise inflict grievous casualties upon the guard. You are new to this long time crusading fleet and its peculiar arrangements, but were quickly welcomed by the guardsmen of the 438th.

>A mission:
You are part of a very small force led by a palatine, one of the few lights of the Imperial Creed in a section of space beset by xenos and heresy alike. As small as this force is, you often serve a pivotal role in battles at the fringes of Imperial space, saving the defenseless and inspiring renewed strength in the few beleaguered defenders that serve in these remote places. The wild spaces and frontiers of the Imperium deserve defenders just as much as any hive world.

>A single small squad:
You and your dearest sisters have been called upon to serve as holy warriors of the Inquisition. Your duties demand much of your faith, often calling you to serve in unorthodox ways - When battle is joined however you are a terror to the enemies of man. Your resolute faith serves a bulwark against the horrors that other acolytes face, and even with their strange backgrounds you have become a close friend to many you would have never otherwise associated with.

>>4386419
>The Ebon Chalice

>>4386419
>>The Sacred Rose:
>A mission

>>4386427
>A commandery

>>4386419
>The Sacred Rose
>>4386427
>A commandery

>>4386427
>>A commandery

>>4386427
>A mission:

>>4386419
>The Sacred Rose
>A single small squad

>>4386427
>The Argent Shroud:
>A commandery:

>>4386419
>The Ebon Chalice
>A single small squad

>>4386427
>The Sacred Rose
>A commandery

>>4386422
>>4386424
>>4386431
>>4386434
>>4386445
>>4386466
Sacred Rose

>>4386429
>>4386462
Ebon Chalice

>>4386453
Argent Shroud

>>4386432
>>4386434
>>4386439
>>4386453
>>4386466
Commandery

>>4386431
>>4386442
Mission

>>4386445
>>4386462
Small Squad

The Order of the Sacred rose triumphs, glory to the God-Emperor and Saint Arabella! It also appears that being part of a commandery has a commanding lead, but I'll leave voting for that open for a bit longer.

>>4386419
>The Ebon Chalice
>A single small squad

>>4386427
>The Sacred Rose
>A commandery

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>>4386466
>>4386453
>>4386439
>>4386434
>>4386432
Commandery wins, writing.
I'll open voting for Sister Martha's surname now as well, though it likely won't be needed for a bit. Suggestions for the identities of Martha's parents are also appreciated, being a progena her parents must have been Imperials of at least some honor and heroism or she likely never would have been taken into the Schola Progenium.

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The hermetic seal of your power armor’s helmet hisses shut as you lower it onto yourself, momentarily cutting away the sweet scents of the sacred incenses that smoke and billow from the silver censer that sits atop your personal wargear shrine. Your vision flashes red, scan lines wavering across your sight as the machine spirit of your armor automatically adjusts its auto-senses; the rumbling of the decks above and below your cell grow clearer as your hearing is enhanced, and a diagnostic hymnal tone plays briefly in your left and then right ear. Soon your vision settles into crystal clarity, scan lines and red tint fading from sight as the spirit completes its ministrations.

“All systems are nominal, Emperor be praised.” A small metallic voice whispers through the internal vox-speaker of your helm, and a feeling of satisfaction flows through you. Your prayers and rites of maintenance have not failed you over the last month of warp travel and you stand ready for battle. Retrieving your weapons from the shrine, chiefest among them your ancient and faintly damascened boltgun, you secure them to the magnetic plates of your armor with a loud metallic click. Motive-fiber bundles within the armor respond to your thoughts and move as naturally as your own limbs, the raw strength of your armor tangible to you as your senses and will are exchanged with your armor through the plug-ports implanted across your body.

You whisper a prayer of thanks and complete the rite of arming, and head to the reinforced door that leads out of your cell. It swishes open smoothly, the mechanism well maintained by the disciplined crew of the Wrath of Breutzmann, and you step into the clean white passageway beyond. Lines of faint white overhead lighting illuminate the passage well, and a small formation of crusaders march past and toward the war chamber further astern. The deck reverberates with each step you take, the weight of your power armor sending shudders through the plasteel. Your thoughts turn to the enemy you will face in mere hours, the wretched…

>Orks
>Forces of chaos
>Tau

>>4386588
>>Forces of chaos

>>4386588
They will suffer for their mere existence, the faithful warriors of the Imperium will grind them to dust. An orbital assault has been prepared by Canoness Maxima and General Bellar, and you are heading to the final briefing before the dropships are boarded. Your squad will be going in with the first wave of guardsmen, that much you already know. Thanks in part to your discipline and the fastidious maintenance of your wargear you are left with several minutes to spare, a small reward for your continued virtue.

>Head straight to the war chamber, accompanying the crusaders.
>Find Sister Mina, your closest friend among your many dear battle sisters, and join her in prayer and contemplation of the upcoming battle.
>Take the scenic route past this deck’s large stained glasteel windows, enjoying the beauty of the galaxy the Emperor has promised all of mankind.
>Locate Guardsman Henrick, he expressed trepidation about the upcoming battle yesterday.

>>4386592
> Talk to the first wave, inspire them with our presence
or if not
>Locate Guardsman Henrick, he expressed trepidation about the upcoming battle yesterday.

>>4386592
>Tau
>Locate Guardsman Henrick, he expressed trepidation about the upcoming battle yesterday

>>4386588
>>Forces of chaos
>Take the scenic route past this deck’s large stained glasteel windows, enjoying the beauty of the galaxy the Emperor has promised all of mankind.

>>4386592
>Forces of chaos
>Locate Guardsman Henrick, he expressed trepidation about the upcoming battle yesterday

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>>4386630
>>4386608
>>4386589
>>4386642
Chaos and Henrick locked in.

>>4386608
Both options amount to more or less the same thing in this case as Henrick and his company are part of the first wave, but write-ins are always welcome.

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As you walk through the ship’s sterile passageways your thoughts wander to your encounter with Guardsman Henrick the day prior. Over the past few weeks you have grown accustomed to many Guardsman of 7th company joining you and your sisters at midday prayers. Yesterday the absence of Henrick among the other Cadians sparked worry within you, the young man having become a very familiar sight, and after observing the appropriate rites you left service early to find him. You discovered him checking and rechecking his weapons in his company’s almost deserted barracks chamber, the constant cleaning of wargear a nervous habit of many young Cadians. After a bit of coaxing he confided his doubts with you, expressing worries about his readiness to face real combat. You comforted him as best as you knew how, reassuring him of victory so long as his faith remains resolute, but something within you still worries for him.

Suspecting he will be among his comrades you head to their barracks chamber once again, taking a quick ride on a servitor-lift between decks to do so, and find it abuzz with preparatory activity. Many of the men recognize you even in your power armor, and you’re met variously with signs of the Aquila and clipped greetings from the busy guardsmen as they prepare for battle, ‘Goodday, Sister Martha”, “Praise be to the Emperor, Sister”, “Glory unto Him, Sister.” They’re faithful, true soldier of the Imperium even if many have yet to be tested in battle. None among the 438th except the oldest of officers with access to life-extending treatments remembers Cadia itself, but seeing the guardsmen’s stern expressions and disciplined preparations you cannot help but believe that Cadia still lives on through her many children scattered across the Imperium. Truly, Cadia Stands.

>>4386784
You locate Henrick among his platoon, the men undergoing an inspection by their grey haired sergeant, and the entire process comes grinding to a halt midway as you approach. Regrettable, but likely unavoidable.

“Sister Martha, what do we owe the honor?” Their grizzled old sergeant, Kerst, rumbles out. His voice is deep but unnaturally scratchy, a ragged scar running across his neck from where an Ork almost took his head off with a savage strike many years ago. It was only thanks to a Hospitaller that he survived, a story he has told you many times in the last month.

Your voice reverberates through the room, the external vox grill of your helmet distorting its tone slightly, “I’ve come to speak with Guardsmen Henrick, Sergeant. In private, if it will not cause undue interruption.”

He considers the request for a moment, narrows his one good eye at you briefly, and then gives a curt nod as he finishes processing the situation, “Henrick, I expect you back here on the double when the Sister is done with you.”

“Understood, Sir.” Henrick answers, looking to you uncertainly as he steps out of line to follow. He’s tall and has the violet eyes and dark hair characteristic of many Cadians, and angular features that make him look almost gaunt in the chamber’s lighting. His gear is clean and sharply presented, just as you’d expect of any of his kinsmen. Henrick follows you to a side room, a now mostly empty armory filled with lasgun racks and empty chargepack crates. You remove your helmet and clamp it to the magnetic plate on your hip, running a hand through your white hair to straighten it out as you look down to Henrick. In your power armor you stand slightly taller than him, but only just so.

>Allow Henrick to speak first.
>”You look ready to storm a kasr, James, very sharp. How are you feeling?” Speak personally, reassure him as a friend.
>”Guardsman Henrick, do you still have doubts? The Emperor will be with us today.” Keep things professional, an air of piety may go a long way to settle his nerves.
>Write-in.

You do not have long to speak with him, but hopefully it will be enough.

>>4386786
>”You look ready to storm a kasr, James, very sharp. How are you feeling?” Speak personally, reassure him as a friend.

>>4386786
>>”You look ready to storm a kasr, James, very sharp. How are you feeling?” Speak personally, reassure him as a friend.

>>4386786
>>”Guardsman Henrick, do you still have doubts? The Emperor will be with us today.” Keep things professional, an air of piety may go a long way to settle his nerves.

>>4386786
>>”Guardsman Henrick, do you still have doubts? The Emperor will be with us today.” Keep things professional, an air of piety may go a long way to settle his nerves.

>>4386786
>>”Guardsman Henrick, do you still have doubts? The Emperor will be with us today.” Keep things professional, an air of piety may go a long way to settle his nerves.

>>4386839
>>4386845
>>4386846
Remaining a beacon of piety.

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>>4386839
>>4386845
>>4386846
You lock eyes with Henrick and speak with the most assured voice you can muster, following the example set by your drill-abbot from the progenium and your palatine after him, “Guardsman Henrick, do you still have doubts? The Emperor will be with us today.”

He struggles to keep his gaze steady with yours, glancing away in shame. “I… I do, Sister. My doubts returned this morning, during our firing drills. My aim was… unsteady, I couldn’t stop thinking about the assault.”

Henrick sits on one of the plasteel benches in the armor, and you follow suit to maintain a similar level as his. You lean in, speaking almost in a hushed voice as a confessor would. “What is it that you fear, Guardsman? Speak openly, I will lift your plea in my prayers to the Emperor before battle is met.”

He looks up, breathing deeply and blinking away the beginnings of tears as his composure cracks and is then regained. “Not death, Sister, if that is what you think. I am not a coward, I will gladly make the sacrifice owed… but my squad mates count on me. I’m afraid I will fail them.”

“This doubt is undue, I have witnessed your battle drill. You have been well trained, furnished by the God-Emperor with all you need to seize victory.” You attempt to comfort him with words your drill-abbot once used, but you are hardly older than Henrick is. Even with the conviction of a battle sister your words simply do not hold the same gravitas.

He shakes his head and looks to the floor, struggling to explain the nature of his plight. Cadians do not express weakness easily, this impromptu confession is itself a trial for him. “No, Sister, it is not… It isn’t my aim that worries me, but my nerves. I grow unsteady when a new firing drill is first performed, or when asked to spar with an unknown opponent… and what else is battle but an unknown drill with unknown opponents?”

“A very Cadian outlook.” You note solemnly, empathizing with him. “Do not let this fear grip you, your training has prepared you well. At times I am likewise beset by such fears, but in my first battle I put my faith in the God-Emperor and my training. My aim was unerring, and soon my doubts were banished.”

“You fear as well?” Henrick asks, looking at you curiously as if you’d revealed something profoundly strange to him.

You close your eyes and nod, “The Emperor is my comfort, a shield against such doubts, but indeed I feel fear just as you do. Fear of failure, of loss. Through belief and discipline I have learned to overcome these feelings, to set them aside as I perform His joyous work.”

“I don’t… I just don’t have the same conviction, Martha.” Henrick manages to say, fighting back tears once again. He has a sensitive soul but the upbringing of a warrior, it pains you to see him in such a state.

>>4386936
>Reach out and touch his shoulder, an act of blessing. “Wherever the Order of the Sacred Rose treads our faith follows with us; it will be yours as well in this battle.”
>“Our forces will be fighting side by side in the first wave, I will look for you there. The God-Emperor watches, do not bring shame upon the mission he has given us.” Perhaps a bit of healthy religious fear will help, it is a powerful motivator. Tough love.
>Write-in

>>4386937
>Reach out and touch his shoulder, an act of blessing. “Wherever the Order of the Sacred Rose treads our faith follows with us; it will be yours as well in this battle.”

>>4386937
>>“Our forces will be fighting side by side in the first wave, I will look for you there. The God-Emperor watches, do not bring shame upon the mission he has given us.” Perhaps a bit of healthy religious fear will help, it is a powerful motivator. Tough love.

>>4386937
>>Reach out and touch his shoulder, an act of blessing. “Wherever the Order of the Sacred Rose treads our faith follows with us; it will be yours as well in this battle.”

>>4386937
>Reach out and touch his shoulder, an act of blessing. “Wherever the Order of the Sacred Rose treads our faith follows with us; it will be yours as well in this battle.”

>>4386937
>Reach out and touch his shoulder, an act of blessing. “Wherever the Order of the Sacred Rose treads our faith follows with us; it will be yours as well in this battle.”

>>4386937
>>Reach out and touch his shoulder, an act of blessing. “Wherever the Order of the Sacred Rose treads our faith follows with us; it will be yours as well in this battle.”

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>>4386977
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>>4386942
Locked in.

>>4386983
>>4386977
>>4386956
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>>4386942
You reach out and gently place a gauntleted hand on the pauldron of his flak armor, the contrast between the sophistication of your armors quite profound; strength and weakness. “Wherever the Order of the Sacred Rose treads our faith follows with us; it will be yours as well in this battle.”

Something almost intangible changes in his expression, a subtle shift and hardening in his features you would have easily missed if you were not so close. He nods slowly and stands, and you follow suit.

“I will do my duty, Sister.” Henrick says, voice still unsteady but with a growing sternness. He stands up a little straighter, looking more the Cadian for it.

“That was never in doubt. I must take my leave, my sisters expect my presence in the war chamber. Emperor be with you, Guardsman Henrick.” You say, bowing your head slightly and making the sign of the Aquila.

“And you as well, Sister Martha.” He says, returning the gesture. You don your helm once again, the standard diagnostics comforting in their familiarity as it once again checks your armor’s systems, and you depart for the war chamber.

You arrive in the massive amphitheater-like room a few minutes later, still with a bit of time to spare. Best to not run things like this so closely, but ensuring the spiritual fortitude of your allies can be just as important as battle plans. The massive war chamber is packed with the entirety of your commandery, a fair number of stormtroopers, and many Imperial Guard and Navy officers and senior NCOs; The details of the battle plan will be relayed to the rest of the landing force as needed. In the center of the room the barrel chested General Bellar of the Imperial Guard stands resolutely in his gilded carapace armor, your Cannoness Commander Maxima standing beside him in her full wargear; Maxima’s helmet is removed, showing her weathered but unscarred face quite clearly - To reach such a rank without notable scars is truly the sign of a skilled and blessed warrior.

You take a seat with your squad on one of the many tiered stone benches, between Sisters Mina and Ionia. The Sister Superior of your squad, Verana, sits farthest away to your left and near one of the rooms aisles - The Superiors of all the other squads hold similar positions, as is tradition.

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More to follow soon, running an errand.

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“Glad you decided to join us, Sister.” Mina remarks dryly over your private vox channel, the smallest pops of static hissing into your right ear at the start and stop of the transmission. The other sisters of the order are likely communicating in a similar fashion across the war chamber, and likely the scions as well - A habit picked up by many during vox training at the progenium. For a room full of almost a thousand people there is shockingly little open conversation to be heard, only a the faint chatter of guard and navy officers who do not have the benefit of a helmet vox.

“A guardsman had a crisis of courage, my presence was needed.” You explain to Mina, keying your own vox to transmit on the private channel with a tap of your gauntlet and a quick recitation of the psalm of frequencies.

“Guardsman Henrick?” Mina asks slightly amused, clearly already knowing the answer. Servo-skulls with hololith-projectors are beginning to float down from concealed ducts in the war chamber’s high metal ceiling, and the few officers still standing begin to quickly find seats.

“Indeed. I had to give the old drill-abbot talk.” You answer, feeling older just saying the words aloud even if they’re hardly a whisper within your own helmet.

“I had assumed their commissar would handle it… And aren’t you a little young to be giving that tired speech? You’ve only been in a single battle.” Mina teases, but not unkindly so. Younger sisters dispensing ‘wisdom’ has been a source of issues in the past.

“Perhaps, but I found it was the truth. Wisdom of the ancients, Emperor be praised.” You respond with a strange mix of humor and genuine conviction; your teacher’s at the schola were experts at their craft in ways you still haven’t fully come to understand. A lifetime of pious service will do that to a person apparently.

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>>4387526
You both cease your conversation as of the chamber begins to stir with more activity, the lighting dimming across the room shortly before the large central hololithic projector flickers to life and displays the unsteady green and blue image of Carania VI; a temperate civilized world and the target of the upcoming assault.

Canoness Commander Maxima, General Bellar, and a few other Guard and Navy officers you vaguely recognize step forward and are illuminated by beams of light emited by the servo-skulls hovering about the chamber. Soon enough the formal introductions of various commanders are underway, a tiring but necessary process in any crusade no matter how small. Maintaining coordination and harmony between various Imperial groups is delicate work, delays and arguments caused by the ruffled feathers of a single person in such a force can potentially spell the deaths of thousands. After the various nobles have been put at ease the outlining of the battle plan begins; all fairly textbook for an assault against a planet with ground based anti-ship weapons.

A fast pass and brief orbital bombardment by the fleet’s warships will open a small gap in the planet’s defenses without exposing the fleet to undue risk. Servitor-piloted decoys will then soak up the remaining fire while elite forces make landfall and neutralize generators, anti-ship weapon batteries, and void shield emitters. Enough guardsmen will be sent so as to hold the line and buy time until the anti-ship defenses have been brought offline. Once a hole is opened in the planet’s defence grid then heavier armor assets will be landed and more widespread bombardment of enemy troop formations and bases can begin.

Carania VI has not been under the grip of chaos for long, having fallen victim to an internal conspiracy in the leadership of the PDF and mass cult uprisings in several major cities - Large portions of the population are believed to still be untainted, and contact with resistance forces has already been made. Uprisings led by secret loyalists should begin shortly after the first wave of landings.

The exact nature of the chaos taint that took hold of the PDF and many major cities is still not fully known, but the more morally hazardous forces of the archenemy are not yet believed to have a large presence on the world - If they do reveal themselves it will be the sisters of the Sacred Rose that must face them.

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>>4387536
What part of the assault is your squad taking part in?

>1)
An assault on three cliff-side void shield emitting bunker-complexes near the planet’s more tropical equatorial region. Battle sisters are responsible for one complex, stormtroopers for another, and a large imperial guard attack is aimed squarely at the third. The shield generators were salvaged from system defence force ships seized by the PDF while they were docked at an orbiting station. Once the generators are down a torpedo bombardment should make short work of nearby lance batteries.

>2)
An attack on a massive hydro-electric dam complex which powers the void shields and warehouse sized targeting cogitators of several macrocannons. These huge guns were likewise stripped from system defence vessels, but through unknown means they have seen extensive upgrades to their range and explosive payload.

>3)
An assault on a command bunker located high in the icy peaks of one of the planet’s northern mountain ranges. This target is remote and separate from the rest, requiring a risky period of in atmosphere flight to reach. If the leaders can be eliminated the ensuing confusion might save the lives of thousands of guardsmen and give the loyalist uprisings a greater chance of success.

>>4387538
>3)

>>4387538
>1)

>>4387538
>3

>>4387538
>1)

>>4387538
>>1)

>>4387559
>>4387564
>>4387589
Locking in 1.

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After two more hours the briefing concludes and the hololiths flicker and snap away into empty air, the lights within the chamber slowly increasing in intensity until it once again reaches its normal ambient levels. Your squad’s orders are clear: To destroy a void shield array housed within a cliff-side bunker on Carania VI’s tropical equator.

“Commandery, rise!” Canoness Maxima orders. Her voice booms through the war chamber even without the amplification of a vox-speaker, “March, Sisters! To the landers, one and all!”

Your commandery rises together as the order is given, standing as a single unit and filing out of the chamber in an organized fashion. Cadians officers of all sorts stream from the room alongside you as the power armored procession marches its way through the passages of the Wrath of Breutzmann and toward the hangar bay where your landers await. Maxima and her celestians lead the van, followed by the sacred imagifiers, dominions, seraphim and finally the retributors and normal battle sisters.

Compared to the boisterous hour long speeches given by generals of the imperial guard, Canoness Maxima’s words are positively laconic, “Today we will glorify the Emperor in righteous battle; the liberation of the faithful of Carania VI is His will and we will make it manifest! Palatine Zarani, lead us in a hymn of remembrance for lost Cadia; Today the guard will reap holy vengeance against the archenemy, let us spur them forward!”

The commandery continues its march, an armored choir singing of the martial beauty and steadfast resolve of the lost fortress world. Immediately the guardsmen within earshot join in, and after that the voices of the crusaders and stormtroopers join those of the Sacred Rose; the forces of the Imperium unite to sing in one voice, heralding the doom of the the traitorous armies waiting on the planet below.

Arriving within the hangar bay the procession splits into its constituent formations, each already knowing their assigned landers. You follow along with your squad, armored feet clanging against metal of the up-armored aquila lander as you board it. The landers the Order is using are old gifts from the late Cardinal Veanix, fashioned solely for war rather than the transport of high ranking officials, and they are both faster and more durable than their standard cousins.

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>>4387783
A series of massive shudders runs through the cruiser, sending small objects falling from carts and causing unready guardsmen to stumble and look about in confusion. The bombardment has begun, it is time for the assault to begin. The landers doors seal shut with a hiss, casting you briefly into darkness. Internal lights flicker on and dimly illuminate the armor forms of you and your sisters as you secure your magnetic crash harnesses. A rumble reverberates through the lander as it takes off, and you can keenly feel every acceleration made as the vessel soars toward the planet below.

Most battle sisters have a special talent for one aspect of combat above all others, what is your?
>Ranged combat.
Your aim with the boltgun is deadly and true, and you have an aptitude for almost anything that can reach out and purge a heretic at great distances. This skill extends to the use of grenades, a very nasty surprise for throngs of cultists or heavily armored foes.

>Close combat.
With bolt pistol and combat knife in hand you are a terror to the enemies of mankind, scything through their ranks with the enhanced strength your armor grants you. Even unarmed you can rip and tear away at heresy.

>Leadership.
While competent in direct battle your true strength lies in inspiring and leading others and devising plans of battle, marking you clearly for future command. Should your squad be ordered to split by your Sister Superior you will command your small team of sisters despite your relative lack of battle experience.

>Faith.
Sisters of battle wield the most powerful weapon known to mankind, faith, and you wield it more readily than even other sisters. If cultivated properly you could strike true terror into the twisted hearts of witches and daemons alike.

>>4387785
>Leadership

>>4387785
>>Leadership.

>>4387785
>Faith.
The closest to magic we can get without being a heretic. You can heal with faith.

>>4387785
>Leadership

>>4387785
>Ranged combat

>>4387785
>Faith.

>>4387785
>Ranged combat.

>>4387785
>>Faith.

>>4387785
>Leadership

>>4387785
>>Leadership.

>>4387785
>Ranged combat.

>>4387785
>>Leadership.

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>>4387793
>>4387802
>>4387825
>>4387855
>>4387881
>>4387910
Leadership.

>>4387808
>>4387841
>>4387854
Faith

>>4387829
>>4387848
>>4387897
Ranged Combat

Leadership wins.

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>>4387881
>>4387910
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>>4387802
>>4387793

As the lander descends toward the planet you can feel every bump and shuddering reverberation through the hull, the product of the traitor PDF’s orbital flak barrage no doubt. If their more potent weapon systems were functional you would feel nothing, so the plan must be working.

“We have pierced the traitor’s orbital flak screen, Sisters. We will be entering the atmosphere shortly.” The pilot signals over the vox, her voice calm and crisp.

Superior Verana unclamps her crash harness and walks steadily to the door of the lander, maneuvering through the cramped confined and past your fellow sisters with practiced ease. Safety is second to faith, and one of the sacred rites of battle must be performed.

“When we were called to the Order we swore an oath.” Verana recites, her voice coming through clear on your helmets vox-system.

“Arabella’s light will guide me, pure is my ascendance.” You and your sisters answer together, speaking with a single voice.

“On the relics we swore this: that in His light we will hold.” Verana continues, lifting her chainsword above her head.

In unison you raise your voices again, all simultaneously making the sign of the aquila across their breastplates, “All who oppose His will are heretics, deserving no remorse.”

“Far below us the archenemy waits, defiling one of His worlds.”

“We will burn them into ash.” Your squad calls out.

“And carry the God-Emperor’s will forever forward!” Verana finishes, rapping her breastplate twice with the gauntleted fist of her free hand; two blows to mirror Saint Arabella’s position just behind Alicia Dominica when they entered the Emperor’s throne room. You follow suit, as do your sisters. A feeling of peace flows through you, the reverberations on your armor washing away all uncertainty. The rite of Divine Will is completed.

>>4388075
Verana moves back to her magnetic crash harness, stopping briefly before you. She turns to face you and place a hand on the left pauldron of your armor. “Sister Martha, you will be my second in this battle; It is time you cut your teeth.”

“I will not fail you, Verana.” You answer, surprised by the honor and feeling a slight nervousness return. You should not worry what the battle will bring, it is the Emperor’s will, but still you feel a pressing weight of responsibility.

“You will not fail them.” Verana corrects, white helmet turning slightly as she glances toward the rest of the squad. The reflective red glass of her helmet’s eye lenses rest on you once again, linger for just a moment, and then she nods and finishes heading to her crash harness. It clamps back into position with a series of loud metallic clicks. Seconds later the lander begins to shake violently, hitting massive turbulence as it descends into the lower atmosphere of Carania VI.

“Twenty seconds. We’re coming in a little hot, they have Hyrdras on the cliffs. I’m setting you down on the western beach, Sister Superior.” The pilot says over the vox, still utterly calm even as the lander feels as if it is shaking itself apart. Your crash harness and the mag-plating on the sabatons of your armor hold you steady in place. You whisper a prayer to the Emperor, a sudden jolt signalling the lander burning with reverse thrust as it suddenly slows.

A series of thuds follow as the landing struts touch down against the soft sandy beach. Pings and pops sound throughout the lander as it is struck by small arms fire, and a steady series of thuds from the lander’s heavy bolter answers them in kind.

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>>4388076
Crash harnesses all unlock simultaneously and the squad prepares to disembark under fire, several sisters preparing grenades. You ready your boltgun, the machine-spirit of your armor communicating with it and ascertaining its point of aim and ammunition count; both displayed with small red symbols across your field of vision. The troop bay lowers and the armored door slides open, Verana charging out with bolt pistol and chainsword in hand. You join your Sister’s in singing a battle hymn, following your leader into battle.

This section of the beach is sandy and open, a clear area to land in but providing essentially no cover, but to either side and heading inland the terrain grows rockier and is dotted with boulders. Stubber fire pours from concealed positions up-slope, red tracers raining down from the edge of the jungle; closer to your position several squads of traitor PDF rush to find cover among the boulders, their ragged brown and red stained uniforms marring the beauty of the beach. They look ill equipped, armed with autoguns and crude blades, but a near miss from a lascannon somewhere in the treeline immediately puts that thought to rest. Moments later another streak of crimson light lances into the lander, and for a few seconds it belches flame from the molten gash torn into its armored side; moments later it erupts into an enormous fireball, sending shrapnel raining across the landscape and pinging off the back of your power armor. The concussion knocks you off balance but you manage to keep your footing, armor sinking deep into the soft sand of the beach.

Your squad advances calmly, hurling grenades in high arcs to drive the traitors out from behind their cover, boltguns roaring as they fire in controlled bursts at the fleeting targets moving from boulder to boulder. A few rounds ping off your thigh, leaving small uneven indents as the ceramite is ablated, a pair of heretics blasting away at you with their autoguns. You reach cover without injury despite their efforts, dispatching the terrified heretics with a trio of bolter shots to the chest - Gore fountains from what is left of their mangled bodies, their flak armor nearly useless against your weapon, and the corpses hit the ground with a wet thud and a spreading pool of blood. The lascannon fire from the treeline is growing more accurate, the gunners getting closer to hitting a sister with each shot as they adjust to shooting at human sized targets.

Verana kneels behind a grey boulder and calls out over the vox while returning fire with her stormbolter, “Sisters, split formation! Sister Martha, silence those lascannons, their gunshields are too thick for bolters. Squad, covering fire!”

“On me, sisters!” You command, waving to the members of your small killteam while Verana’s pours bolter fire toward the enemy positions. Mina, Ionia, Vissia, and Brinella move quickly to form up with you. Brinella is equipped with a heavy bolter, the rest having boltguns.

>>4388081
How do you proceed, Sister?

>The lascannon has a period of recharge before it can fire again, exploit this weakness and order your squad to advance during the lull in fire. You will still be exposed long enough for a few shots, but once you reach the treeline things become rather straightforward: Purge all the heretics.
>Pull your squad out and flank around the beach, approach the lascannons from out of their field of fire. This is slower but probably safer, but there may be more enemies you’ve yet to encounter.
>Write-in.

Feel free to tweak the existing options with write-ins as well.

>>4388083
>The lascannon has a period of recharge before it can fire again, exploit this weakness and order your squad to advance during the lull in fire. You will still be exposed long enough for a few shots, but once you reach the treeline things become rather straightforward: Purge all the heretics.

>>4388083
>>The lascannon has a period of recharge before it can fire again, exploit this weakness and order your squad to advance during the lull in fire. You will still be exposed long enough for a few shots, but once you reach the treeline things become rather straightforward: Purge all the heretics.

>>4388083
>>The lascannon has a period of recharge before it can fire again, exploit this weakness and order your squad to advance during the lull in fire. You will still be exposed long enough for a few shots, but once you reach the treeline things become rather straightforward: Purge all the heretics.

>>4388083
>>The lascannon has a period of recharge before it can fire again, exploit this weakness and order your squad to advance during the lull in fire. You will still be exposed long enough for a few shots, but once you reach the treeline things become rather straightforward: Purge all the heretics.

>>4388115
>>4388107
>>4388088
>>4388141
Bolters and autoguns exchange fire across the beach, a few groups of traitor PDF clambering to reach the safety of the jungle in a poorly organized fighting retreat. There is no escaping the Emperor's wrath, and many of the heretics are dispatched in sprays of crimson blood by Verana’s squad, bolt rounds making easy work of mere humans - Especially those so weak of faith as to turn against the Emperor's light.

“Sisters, hold until the next firing of the lascannon. We advance in harmony during the lull!” You order over the vox, green sigils of acknowledgement winking into existence at the edges of your vision.

Mina is crouched nearby and nods as she reloads her bolter, sliding a fresh magazine into its slightly flared magwell, “It will be done, Sister.”

The sisters under your command ready themselves for a sprinting dash for the jungle, waiting in anticipation for the next discharge of the lascannon. The sky burns in a flash of crimson, the beam tearing out from the jungle and boring deeply into the boulder Brinella is behind and leaving half of it a glowing red crater of molten rock. Brinella doesn’t so much as flinch, immediately charging forward and hefting her heavy bolter to rain hell upon the unbelievers as she advances. You run alongside, avoiding passing before her so her lines of fire remain clear, and the rest of your squad sprints to reach the jungles edge. Each footfall kicks up sprays of sand, your armor digging deeply into the soft earth as you power forward in a low hunched run.

How does your plan go?

Roll 2d6. 5’s and 6’s are successes, you need three successes for this plan to succeed without issue. Five sets of rolls are needed in total, I’ll roll the last ones if there aren’t enough by the time I’m done with lunch.

Rolled 1, 1 = 2 (2d6)

>>4388154

Rolled 3, 5 = 8 (2d6)

>>4388154

Rolled 1, 3 = 4 (2d6)

>>4388154

Rolled 2, 6 = 8 (2d6)

>>4388154

Rolled 6, 3 = 9 (2d6)

>>4388154

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>>4388156
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>>4388177
>5, 6, 6.
Excellent work.

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>>4388172
>>4388177
>>4388157
For several seconds only the fire of enemy autoguns sounds from the jungle, your squad growing closer with every hurried step you take. Bullets buzz past, and a few find their targets; you fear not though, trusting your armor to defend against such weapons. A skilled enemy might aim for weak points along your armor’s joints or neck, but these traitors are not nearly so proficient. Another column of crimson light cracks into existence, the sand near your left leg exploding into shards of glass as the beam misses. The auto-senses of your helmet magnify your vision briefly and highlight in red the form of the armored gun carriage the lascannon resides, as well as the scurrying forms of several of its crew who are hastily carrying a fresh chargepack to it.

“Brinella, the crew. They’ve exposed themselves.” You call out calmly over the vox, but find the more experienced battle sister is already beginning to fire. Performance befitting a more veteran sister; it’s a comfort to have such attentive companions in battle.

“Where are they bolting off to? None can escape the Emperor’s judgement!” Brinella says with barely restrained glee, the impact of her heavy bolters warheads splintering tree trunks and ripping men apart as it stitches across the gun position in violent puffs of smoke and fire. One of the soldiers manages to grab the chargepack from the ruined corpses of his fallen comrades, but accurate fire from Verana’s squad cuts him down as well. Still more pour out, an officer in spike covered carapace armor urging them on with guttural shouts and waves of his chainsword. The cannon fodder eventually managed to sneak past the barrage, securing the chargepack and firing the lascannon immediately after it was reloaded. Through the grace of the Emeperor and their own panic they did not adjust the weapons aim properly, and the shot is an awful miss that lands meters to the left of Mina.

Your squad crashes into the treeline, simply shouldering through concealed strands of barbed wire and with a thudding leap landing in among the hidden trenches much of the stubber fire has originated from. It’s purging time.

You land atop an autogun wielding soldier, the weight of your armor pinning him to the ground. Grinding a heeled sabaton into his chest you aim your bolter downwards and fire once, his masked head simply ceasing to exist as the round detonates. The rest of your squad lands in the trench half a moment later, surveying the three way junction you’re in. A pair of scrawny hunched mutants with faces that almost look melted by acid leap out from around a bend in the trench, they try to fire their fearsome looking shotguns but a hail of bolts from the squad reduces them to ground grox-meat and a fine red mist.

>>4388282
>Personally lead the assault on the lascannon, a commander must be at the front and the enemy officer must die by your hand!
>Order one of the more veteran sisters to deal with the lascannon and cover their backs, a leader protects those under her command. Enemies could be anywhere in these trenches or the jungle that surrounds them.
>Order the squad to throw their frag grenades, you have a decent idea of how to arc them to the lascannon from here. A leader blasts the enemies of man to dust!

>>4388284
Write-ins are acceptable as well, just forgot to add it on.

>>4388284
>>Order the squad to throw their frag grenades, you have a decent idea of how to arc them to the lascannon from here. A leader blasts the enemies of man to dust!

>>4388284
>Order the squad to throw their frag grenades, you have a decent idea of how to arc them to the lascannon from here. A leader blasts the enemies of man to dust!

>>4388284
>>Order the squad to throw their frag grenades, you have a decent idea of how to arc them to the lascannon from here. A leader blasts the enemies of man to dust!

>>4388284
>>Order the squad to throw their frag grenades, you have a decent idea of how to arc them to the lascannon from here. A leader blasts the enemies of man to dust!

>>4388284
>>Order the squad to throw their frag grenades, you have a decent idea of how to arc them to the lascannon from here. A leader blasts the enemies of man to dust!

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>>4388309
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>>4388304
>>4388294
>>4388291
Frag out!

I need rolls of 2d6, four sets of two and then some anon needs to do a single d6. You're looking for at least three successes. As always if it drags on I'll roll the last few.

Rolled 3, 3 = 6 (2d6)

>>4388320

Rolled 3, 6 = 9 (2d6)

>>4388320

Rolled 2, 3 = 5 (2d6)

>>4388320

Rolled 2, 1 = 3 (2d6)

>>4388320

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>4388320

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>>4388330
>>4388327
>>4388323
>6
Not a complete failure, but certainly not a success.

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“Sisters, ready frag grenades, we strike the lascannon from here. Brinella, Mina, cover our backs.” You order, snapping your smoking boltgun to the magnetic plate on your armors hip while unlatching a frag grenade from a smaller plate along your waist.

“As you command.” Several members of your squad answer in unison. Ionia and Vissia mimic your actions, pulling back their arms as they make ready to lob their frags in high arcs toward the lascannons position. Brinella and Mina’s bolt weapons roar as they dispatch a team of spike covered heretic soldiers that try to surprise your squad with a grenade attack of their own - Their frags explode where they’re dropped, showering you harmlessly with shrapnel that skitters and pings off of your armor.

You maintain concentration and pull the pin of your own grenade, hearing similar clicks from your sisters, and pray to the Emperor for your aim to be true beforing hurling the grenade out of sight. A few seconds later there are muffled explosions and screams from the direction of the lascannon, another addition to the cacophony of battle.

“Verana, is the lascannon still active?” You ask over the vox, quickly reciting the rite of frequency change before you connect to her squads channel.

“Unfortunately so, Sister Martha. The throws were too short.” She answers, and a few moments later you hear the distinctive thunderous cracking discharge of the heavy weapon.

You acknowledge her statement and quickly formulate a new strategy, “Understood, we…”

>“...will continue to barrage them. Sisters, another volley!” Use the last of your frag grenades, you know where to adjust your aim now. A simple remedy.
>“...will storm their position. Ready your blades, Sisters!” A far more reliable path, but with risk as there seemed to be hatches disgorging soldiers near the lascannon earlier. Making sure you back is clear before advancing further inland is a sound idea.
>“...will find a position to suppress them from, begin advancing your squad.” Perhaps the quickest option if it works but it exposes Verana's squad to fire. Bypassing the lascannon is as good as destroying it as far as your true mission is concerned. The void shield generators will only grow more protected with time.

>>4388374
>“...will storm their position. Ready your blades, Sisters!” A far more reliable path, but with risk as there seemed to be hatches disgorging soldiers near the lascannon earlier. Making sure you back is clear before advancing further inland is a sound idea.

>>4388374

>“...will find a position to suppress them from, begin advancing your squad.” Perhaps the quickest option if it works but it exposes Verana's squad to fire. Bypassing the lascannon is as good as destroying it as far as your true mission is concerned. The void shield generators will only grow more protected with time.

>>4388374
>>“...will storm their position. Ready your blades, Sisters!” A far more reliable path, but with risk as there seemed to be hatches disgorging soldiers near the lascannon earlier. Making sure you back is clear before advancing further inland is a sound idea.

>>4388374
>>“...will storm their position. Ready your blades, Sisters!” A far more reliable path, but with risk as there seemed to be hatches disgorging soldiers near the lascannon earlier. Making sure you back is clear before advancing further inland is a sound idea.

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>>4388377
>>4388395
>>4388417
Heretics crave the cleansing fire of absolution. They need not fear, for we shall deliver it to them.

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“Understood, we will storm their position.” You reply calmly before switching back to your own squads channel, “Ready your blades, Sisters! We assault their position at once! Brinella, keep our rear covered.”

Acknowledgement sigils wink briefly into existence, four green fleur-de-lis in the corner of your vision signalling their readiness. You draw your mono-edged combat knife from its sheath and affix it to your boltguns bayonet lug with a twist and a click as it slots into place. Mina and Ionia opt to keep their blades free and wield them together with their bolt pistols, but Vissia follows your example. Charging through the trenches your squad clears out a few straggling soldiers, most don’t even get a shot off as they try to flee in blind terror. Close to a ton of power armor and murderous battle sisters hurtling toward unblooded conscripts tends to put the fear of the Emperor into them.

Soon you arrive at the site of the lascannon, a wide and fairly open firing position that connects to the rest of the jungle trench network on almost all sides. The ground is of ferrocrete construction, possibly indicating that this is merely the roof of a deeper bunker and tunnel network. Close to two dozen ragged soldiers are spread across the area, most seeking cover to avoid the angles of fire Verana’s squad can shoot them from while a few continue to operate the lascannon from behind it’s unusually large gunshield. The carapace armored heretic officer spots your squad immediately as you enter and charges forward with several of his men, chainsword and crude blades flashing in the air as they advance.

"Kill them! Kill them all! For the Dark Gods!" The officer screams as he charges, his voice guttural and furious.

>Fire at the officer and meet him in combat, blade to blade. Your sisters will support you.
>Focus on dispatching the soldiers accompanying the officer, allowing Vissia and Ionia to handle him.
>Gun down the lascannon crew and put a few shots into its chargepack casing. Verana’s squad can begin moving up immediately after that.
>Dispatch the heretics hiding in cover, and watch the hatches for enemy reinforcements. Make sure your sisters are no surprised mid-fight.
>Write-in.

>>4388464
>>Gun down the lascannon crew and put a few shots into its chargepack casing. Verana’s squad can begin moving up immediately after that.

>>4388464
>Gun down the lascannon crew and put a few shots into its chargepack casing. Verana’s squad can begin moving up immediately after that.

>Gun down the lascannon crew and put a few shots into its chargepack casing. Verana’s squad can begin moving up immediately after that.

>>4388464
>Gun down the lascannon crew and put a few shots into its chargepack casing. Verana’s squad can begin moving up immediately after that.

>>4388464
>Gun down the lascannon crew and put a few shots into its chargepack casing. Verana’s squad can begin moving up immediately after that.

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Rolled 1, 5, 3, 1, 1, 1, 6, 3 = 21 (8d6)

>>4388468
>>4388470
>>4388482
>>4388486
>>4388488
12d6 please, in trios. Only a single success is needed to neutralize the lascannon, it isn't really difficult to hit a stationary object at close range with a machinegun. Additional successes will kill crew and possibly aid your sisters. My rolls are for the crew returning fire with autoguns..

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>>4388495
Praise the Emperor, they've critically failed.

Rolled 2, 5, 5 = 12 (3d6)

>>4388495

What system are you using? Reminds me slightly of Wraith and Glory

>>4388498
OP phoneposting here. It’s a wishy washy generic dicepool system that I’ll need to clean up a lot so there aren’t granularity issues with power levels later. More shadowrun than anything else, I’m not really familiar with Wrath and Glory. I wanted to try something new out where multiple anons can roll instead of the averaging or best of three systems a lot of quests use.

Rolled 1, 5, 3 = 9 (3d6)

>>4388495

Rolled 4, 2, 3 = 9 (3d6)

>>4388495

Rolled 5, 3, 1 = 9 (3d6)

>>4388495

Rolled 2, 5, 3, 1, 6, 1, 1, 4, 3, 5, 5 = 36 (11d6)

>>4388498
>>4388510
>>4388512
>>4388523
>5, 5, 5, 5
A solid number of hits. Rolling for the more experienced sisters fighting the officer and his men in melee.

Rolled 6, 2, 6, 1, 2, 2, 6, 1, 6, 1 = 33 (10d6)

>>4388535
And the wretched heretic officer's rolls. Will start writing after I'm done with dinner.

>>4388535
>>4388538
4 hits vs 4. An even match

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>>4388498
>>4388510
>>4388512
>>4388523
>>4388535
>>4388538

You skid to a stop, ending your run in a sliding kneel; simultaneously reducing your silhouette and the exposure of your armor’s weak points to incoming fire while steadying your boltgun. Sisters Vissia and Ionia rush by to meet the officer’s charge, matching blade against blade with the surprisingly skilled heretic and his minions. You leave them to their battle, trusting in their ability.

The lascannon’s oversized gunshield is out of position and the crew have no time to turn the heavy weapon; they’re completely exposed. A pair of shots dispatches the first of the crew while simultaneously wrecking the weapon’s delicate chargepack, bone shrapnel and unexploded components from the bolts warhead casings crash through the poorly positioned trooper and into the weapon. You finish the remaining crew by firing a long steady burst until your magazine runs dry, leaning deeply into your boltgun to tame its recoil. The traitor PDF soldiers barely have time to return fire. Their shots go wide, chewing a few holes into the ferrocrete floor to your side, and as the last falls his lifeless body maintains a death grip on his autogun.

Achieving more accuracy in death than he ever did in life the freshly minted corpse’s rifle kicks about belching lead and flashes of flame. The largest soldier accompanying the heretic officer, a muscular brute of a man covered in chaos sigil tattoos and wearing a crude double layered set of flak armor, has the back of his skull taken off by one of the rounds. His sudden death shifts the balance of Vissia and Ionia’s fight firmly in their favor.

The officer stares in shock with wide bloodshot eyes for a half a moment as his ally falls without warning, suddenly drenched in the large man’s blood and brain matter, and he reflexively takes a step back from your sisters in fear. Ionia exploits the moment of hesitation, snapping her bolt pistol up and planting a pair of shots squarely in the officer’s spike adorned breastplate. The ablated ceramite armor fails to fully stop the second bolt and he staggers back into one of the wooden slat covered walls of the earthwork, sliding down it as strength flees his body.

Mina, for her part, does good work dispatching many of the remaining soldiers. Most start to flee upon seeing the destruction of both their officer and lascannon, and the few that hold their ground receive the Emperor’s reward for their past treachery.

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>>4388794
You activate your vox, “Sister Verana, we have purged the area of heretics. The way forward is clear.”

“Praise be, Sister Martha. We are advancing now; continue on as you were, we will take up position to support your left soon enough.” She answers, a hint of satisfaction in her tone.

Looking out across the beach from the lascannon’s smoking remains you can see Verana’s force of sisters running your way. They’re still under light fire from a few stubborn traitors elsewhere along the treeline, small grey puffs of ablating ceramite visible on occasion as their power armor is struck, but nothing serious threatens their advance.

You join your sisters in cleaning up the few enemy stragglers, using single shots to preserve ammunition. A pair of grenades are sent tumbling down each hatch in the ferrocrete floor, detonating with dull thumps and screams from below.

>Interrogate the dying officer, he likely has little time before he meets his hellish ultimate fate and he may possess valuable information. (Write-in questions)
>Dispatch the dying officer with a bolter shot and continue your advance, heading through the trenches and jungle further inland. Because of your altered landing zone you’ll be fighting toward the cliff-side void shield emitter following the opposite path that was planned for; the traitor PDF’s Hydras will almost certainly need to be destroyed going this way.
>Investigate the bowels of the ferrocrete construction you stand atop, it might connect deeper into the traitor’s defenses and possibly the void shield emitter itself.
>Search about for anything useful, explosives or enemy vox equipment and the like. Gather supplies and intelligence.
>Write-in.

>>4388797
>>Investigate the bowels of the ferrocrete construction you stand atop, it might connect deeper into the traitor’s defenses and possibly the void shield emitter itself.
Secret passage!

>>4388797
>>Search about for anything useful, explosives or enemy vox equipment and the like. Gather supplies and intelligence.

>>4388797
>Investigate the bowels of the ferrocrete construction you stand atop, it might connect deeper into the traitor’s defenses and possibly the void shield emitter itself.
If the lance batteries are actively targeting Imperial ships and doing damage
>Search about for anything useful, explosives or enemy vox equipment and the like. Gather supplies and intelligence.
If they are not

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>>4388869
>>4388884
>>4388941
Any opposition to combining these? Going to let the vote last through the night either way, expect an update early-ish tomorrow.

>>4388941
The fleet stayed in range long enough to launch a few strike forces and make a brief screening bombardment, they'll only return once the planetary defenses are readily vulnerable to fire. They probably could have slugged it out and won but this plan offered potentially massively reduced (initial) casualties and keeps the fleet in fighting shape in case enemy ships ever arrive.

>>4388797
>Investigate the bowels of the ferrocrete construction you stand atop, it might connect deeper into the traitor’s defenses and possibly the void shield emitter itself.

>>4389008
Nope. No problem for me.

>>4388797
Did we destroy the Las cannon, or just killing the gunners using it?
Ita probably safe to say that the lascannon is corrupted, or would they be safe?

>Interrogate the dying officer, he likely has little time before he meets his hellish ultimate fate and he may possess valuable information. (Write-in questions)
Your soul might be damned, but you may just yet redeem yourself in the eyes of the Emperor. Where does the ferrocrete construction lead to, and what of the fortifications of the void shield?

>Search about for anything useful, explosives or enemy vox equipment and the like. Gather supplies and intelligence.
Tell some sisters to look around. Theres definitely some grenades here and there, and sister Brinella can probably find additional munitions for her heavy bolter if they had a heavy bolter emplacement somewhere.
Is now a bad time to recover munitions? I honestly dont know much about 40k munitions and on the field equipment, less so regarding the sisters of battle. What I do know is that Bolter munitions are pretty fucking big, and the magazines that house them more so. We must be carrying over several dozen kilos worth of bolt shells and magazines.

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>>4389096
I should really be asleep but since I’m not quite yet I’ll answer some of this.
>state of the lascannon
You killed the crew and damaged the lascannon. The lascannon had a fully charged chargepack destroyed while connected to it, and it is smoking and a little bit on fire - probably not in any condition to fire without the help of a techpriest. It isn’t covered in chaos symbols and such though, so corruption is unlikely.
>grenades
The grenades the traitor PDF is armed with are smaller and inferior in quality to your own by a substantial margin, but there are definitely still uses for them.
>heavy bolter ammo
Unless I’ve missed it somewhere I’m pretty certain most heavy bolters use a standard specification for their ammo, so I’d say yes Brinella could use found ammunition.
>other bolter stuff
Bolter ammo is very bulky and heavy. Magazine capacity for boltguns has conflicting sources, especially if you take RPG fluff into account, but it usually ranges between 24-30 rounds which is absolutely absurd when you consider the size of bolts and the magazines shown in art. It really just shouldn’t fit, but apparently they figured out how to make reliable quad stacked magazines in the future or something. The weight of ammunition is tremendous if you have a decent quantity of it, but your power armor almost totally negates that issue. Bulk and not wanting to cover yourself in explosives is the main limiting factor to how much ammo you can carry.

>>4389111
Can the chargebacks, if any that are unused, be used as improvised explosives? I've read someone that's rigged power packs of the lasrifle calibers deal damage comparable to low end krakgrenades or something.

Let's loot the grenades. They're weaker, but plentiful. Plus it would be hilarious to spam them, not to mention the fact they would be useful for bouncing around corners.

Let's replenish lost bolter rounds then.

OP phoneposting here again.

>>4389127
Rigging powerpacks to explode purposefully is probably something Martha would not know how to do, it isn’t a commonly accepted practice and she definitely wouldn’t have learned it at the Schola. Lascannon chargepack explosions probably do make quite a bit bigger of a bang than a lasgun’s, a krak grenade might be able to be rigged as a sort of detonator to try and set one off but that isn’t exactly the most reliable of demolition charges.

Next story update is about 80% done but I had to deal with some errands I didn’t expect, should be able to get it finished and posted quickly when I’m back home.

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As soon as the echoes of the detonations below begin to fade you give out new orders over the vox, “Brinella, Ionia, keep watch. Vissia, search the remains of these heretics, find any information of use and gather their grenades. Mina, with me, we’re going below to check for tunnels; these heretics have made a foul lair of this island, we must pierce it’s very heart.”

Mina positions herself near one of the open hatches, pointing her boltgun downward as she peers into its depths. She fires once, a renewed round of screams coming from below shortly after. You begin to move to the second hatch, you’ll drop down together. The ladders leading down look sturdy enough to support your way back up even in power armor, and hugging to one side you should be able to drop down without damaging them.

“Shall I interrogate their leader, Sister?” Vissia asks, voice amplified through her helmet's external vox-speaker as she approaches the dying man. He’s whispering some sort of foul prayer to his false gods, having difficulty speaking as he coughs up blood.

You use your armors vox-speaker as well, allowing the dying heretic to hear his sentence passed, “No, deliver the Emperor’s justice. I trust nothing from the tongue of a traitor, and there is no time to burn the truth from him. Search him for vox codes and written orders.”

“Understood, Sister. ” Vissia answers, leveling her bolt pistol at the officer’s head and speaking with utter conviction, “You are damned twice over, traitor and heretic; only torment awaits you.” She fires once, ending him.

“Sister Verana, I’m heading underground to investigate a possible tunnel network.” You inform your fellow squad leader. It feels a little strange to think of her as such, but until she orders the squad to reform you’re separate units.

Verana’s voice crackles in over the vox, a little more static than usual accompanying it, “My squad will continue its advance over land, keep me informed if you find another path. You’re doing well for your first command.”

A feeling of warmth and pride spreads through you at the compliment, “Only because I was trained well and have trusted in the Emperor.”

“Of course, Sister. Emperor be with you.”

“And you as well.” You reply and then switch channels, “Mina, lets go.”

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>>4389352
Taking a step forward you drop past the hatch and down the ferrocrete shaft, landing with a resounding thud in a poorly lit square room. Your armor’s photo-lenses adjust quickly to the darkness, tinting your vision green with a capacitive whine as they activate, and you find the room is absolutely drenched in blood. The pair of frag grenades dropped earlier had a terrible effect on the men trapped here, there isn’t much left of them, and most of the lighting was destroyed by shrapnel. A few splintered wooden tables and scattered papers are strewn about, as well as a small sparking plasteel box that might have been a vox-set before the explosions.

Mina lands a few yards away just after you do, her bolter scanning the room for targets; and targets you both find, a trio of unscathed looking heretic soldiers rushing to close a man-sized plasteel blast door and escape into a further tunnel. You begin firing, taking out one of them in a cascade of gore, and Mina tags another in his leg which severs the limb. Unfortunately the third soldier slips through your hail of fire and activates the doors locking mechanism, escaping to wherever the next tunnel heads.

>Try to blow the blast door with a krak grenade or two to its locking mechanism. Pursue the heretic immediately!
>Survey the room in greater detail, the blast door isn’t going anywhere and the vox codes you want might be among these papers.
>Split off and order Mina to search the room while you pursue the soldier, or vice versa.
>Write-in.

>>4389353
>Try to blow the blast door with a krak grenade or two to its locking mechanism. Pursue the heretic immediately!

>>4389353
>>Split off and order Mina to search the room while you pursue the soldier

>>4389358
>>4389359
Going to wait for a few more responses but it looks like a pursuit is in order.

>Survey the room in greater detail, the blast door isn’t going anywhere and the vox codes you want might be among these papers.

>>4389353
>Try to blow the blast door with a krak grenade or two to its locking mechanism. Pursue the heretic immediately!
Git im!

>>4389353
>>Try to blow the blast door with a krak grenade or two to its locking mechanism. Pursue the heretic immediately!

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>>4389358
>>4389406
None can escape the Emperor's justice!

I need 10d6, rolls of 2d6 from each anon. You're looking for at least two hits.

Rolled 5, 6 = 11 (2d6)

>>4389440
Are we rolling five sets of 2d6 in total here?

Rolled 2, 6 = 8 (2d6)

>>4389440

>>4389448
That is correct.

Rolled 6, 1 = 7 (2d6)

>>4389440

Dice+2d6

>>4389484
You uh werent supposed to cap

Rolled 4, 5, 2, 2 = 13 (4d6)

>>4389459
>>4389483
>>4389448
Excellent rolls so far anons. Going to roll the last few myself to keep things moving.

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>>4389448
>>4389459
>>4389483
>>4389512

You glance at Mina and give a small nod, helmet barely dipping an inch, and she understands your intention perfectly as you head to the armored door.

“Hive rats.” Mina mutters through her vox speaker, stacking behind you while you draw a pair of krak grenades to clamp onto the blast door.

“...Hive what?” You ask in mild confusion while continuing your work, tapping on the door a few times with a gauntleted hand as you ascertain an ideal spot for the grenades.

“Large mutant rodents.” Mina answers unhelpfully, boltgun in a low ready as she shoulders up against the wall.

“I know what they are, Mina. Why bring them up now?” You question, clamping the second grenade with a metallic clang as its magnetic surface activates and locks it into position.

“The runner, he scurried off like one, they were everywhere when I was a girl... And did you see his teeth?”

“Can’t say I did, Sister. Pointy?” You pull the pins on both grenades and take a step to the side of the door, readying yourself as Mina has.

“No, long and flat…” She interrupts her own idle words and says a quick prayer as the grenades near their detonation, “Emperor, bless our steps and guide our aim; only your will shall be done.”

The krak grenades explode, filling the room with a deafening concussion wave and blasting the door’s lock to metallic shreds; excellent work for a sister with limited demolitions experience. Your auto-senses handle the explosion well and you’re hardly phased, reaching out with a hand to wrench the plasteel door open. It screeches and sparks, grinding as you force it’s deformed shape out of the way, and soon you’re both through and scanning for targets with your boltguns. None present themselves, the hallway long and empty but forking up ahead. Your heavy footsteps echo through the narrow hallway as you move, photo-lenses reverting to inactivity as they detect the ferrocrete passage’s dim but acceptable lighting.

You split from Mina at the fork, each taking a direction, and enter a small barracks room filled with metal framed bunks and a few gear crates… Crates that have been formed into a barricade!

Over half a dozen red and brown flak armored PDF soldiers level autoguns at you from behind the barricade. One of them wields a grenade launcher, his beady eyes staring with hate and his lips curling into a sinister grin as you come into sight. He really does look like a hive rat.

They open fire.

>Pull back and exchange careful fire from cover. With that many guns they could get a lucky shot into your armor joints, and the grenade launcher is foul news all around.
>Jolt to the side and crouch as you return fire, the sudden shift in position and posture might throw off their aim and reduces your armor’s exposed weak points.
>Barrel forward and crash into the barricade, minimizing your exposure to fire by engaging them immediately in close combat.
>Write-in.

>>4389559
>Write-in.
Find cover and spam frag grenades. Traitor armor is shit grade, and they hardly cover the whole body.

>>4389566
If these are recently renegaded PDF, wouldn't they have their previous loyalist gear, i.e. probably standard Flak Armour? From what I gather FA is actually pretty good versus bullets and shrapnel from frags, though of course this is inconsistent and skubby.

>>4389581
The traitors you’ve encountered so far are inconsistently armored, some have essentially normal flak that’s been repainted and had some spikey bits added, while others might only have a helmet or pauldron and are making due with lower quality or no armor at all. Flak armor is pretty effective against lasguns and autoguns, and with a large amount of luck can take heavily angled glancing hits from bolters. It’s superb against shrapnel but limited in effectiveness by its generally limited coverage.

>>4389559
>>Barrel forward and crash into the barricade, minimizing your exposure to fire by engaging them immediately in close combat.

>>4389581
If you look at imperial guards man flak armor, you would understand that they only protect the heads, shoulders, upper torsos, and sometimes the feet & shins. Flak armor does not protect everything, which means theres a chance for shrapnel to impact their arms, thighs, lower torso, neck, etc. Not to mention potentially setting off other explosives and disorienting them.
Right I forgot to account for the fabric having some resistance as well.

>>4389566
>>4389597
Cover and use a grenade (down to one frag) or charge them. Could use some more votes.

>>4389609
Are you saying we've got one frag, or we'll be down to one after throwing one?

>>4389623
You have one frag left, and two more kraks.

>>4389559
>>Write-in.

Go out from their fire and go in to cover, check the surroundings and find a way for flank their current position. Then destroy them with accurate bolt fire.

>>4389631
Can we toss a frag, then charge them when they're disoriented and wounded?

>cook and toss the frag
>Barrel forward and crash into the barricade, minimizing your exposure to fire by engaging them immediately in close combat.

>>4389648
Of course, it’s a standard tactic if there ever was one. No reason that wouldn’t be possible. It won’t get you in and among them nearly so quickly as just charging though.

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Going to roll off between the three currently voted options (charge, grenade+charge, fall back and flank+shoot) when I get back from an errand. If there are more votes before then I'll take whatever wins as normal.

>>4389566
Support

Rolled 3, 4, 1, 6, 3, 6, 5, 3, 1 = 32 (9d6)

>>4389690
>>4389566
Frag out!

I need 10d6, three sets of 3d6 and then a final roll of 1d6. Throwing a grenade in an enclosed room is always going to do something to the people in it, but more hits = more purging. Four or more hits and there probably won't be much left to fight against you.

Rolling for the traitors.

Rolled 6, 1, 1 = 8 (3d6)

>>4389809

Rolled 2, 2, 4 = 8 (3d6)

>>4389809

Rolled 4, 4, 2 = 10 (3d6)

>>4389809

Rolled 4, 6, 1 = 11 (3d6)

>>4389809

Rolled 2, 3, 1 = 6 (3d6)

>>4389809

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>4389809
Here's the final roll of 1d6

>>4389813
>>4389821
>>4389825
>>4389839
>6
Oof, just one hit.

>>4389845
Looks like frags might not be shaping up to be our strong point. We must pray to regain the Emperor's favour for our throwing skills!

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>>4389825
>>4389821
>>4389813
>>4389839

The line of autoguns lets out a staccato rattle which quickly grows to a deafening storm of gunfire, bullets ping off your power armor and zip past striking the ferrocrete wall behind you. You start to step back immediately, assessing the threat just before the renegades open fire, and reach for your last fragmentation grenade. Ricochets and misses smash overhead lights, bulbs shattering and casting the corner you hastily take cover behind into gloom and shadow. The rat-faced heretic fires his grenade launcher, a frag round exploding nearing you with a great concussive force and showering the area with deadly shrapnel; Your breath is knocked from you and it feels as if your very teeth with rattle loose as the force of close detonation shakes you within your armor, but your armor’s auto-senses and impact layer prevent permanent sensory or organ damage. A small sharp pain cuts into your perception as you’re staggered by the attack, and you look down to find the armor of your left arm has been pierced at it’s inner elbow joint. A small knick passes through the fiber-bundles and to your flesh below, a delicate trickle of your own crimson blood joining the darkened blood of heretics splattered across your white armor. Your first battle scar, however small it is.

Your armor and faith in the God-Emperor have preserved you, a headache and small cut all the heretics have to show for their efforts. You pull the pin of your frag grenade and count off the seconds by uttering the names of three saints, just as you were taught to do in training, and fling the cooked grenade back around the corner. The explosion comes almost instantly, and a few screams follow it as the roar of the blast dies down. Not enough screams.

Stepping out to check the state of the soldiers you find that their barricade has been blasted apart, crates and thin twisted metal showing clearly where the grenade landed, but only a pair of the traitors lie dead. Several immediately begin firing, and you return the favor with a burst from your bolter - Neither side strikes the other, your normally careful aim thrown off by your searing headache and the haste of your movement.

>Clear your head and exchange fire with your bolter, targeting the rat-faced soldier and his grenade launcher first. You can handle this.
>Charge in while they’re disoriented from the grenade blast and engage in close combat, the grenade launcher cannot fire without striking many allies and its user at such ranges.
>Keep the room suppressed and recall Mina to aid you, she’s just down the other side of the fork and it shouldn’t take long.
>Write-in.

>>4389894
So it would seem, perhaps a period of contemplative self-flagellation is in order.

>>4389989
>>Charge in while they’re disoriented from the grenade blast and engage in close combat, the grenade launcher cannot fire without striking many allies and its user at such ranges.

>>4389989
>Charge in while they’re disoriented from the grenade blast and engage in close combat, the grenade launcher cannot fire without striking many allies and its user at such ranges.
(Personal) Space Invader, go.

>>4389989
>Clear your head and exchange fire with your bolter, targeting the rat-faced soldier and his grenade launcher first. You can handle this.

>>4389989
>>Charge in while they’re disoriented from the grenade blast and engage in close combat, the grenade launcher cannot fire without striking many allies and its user at such ranges.

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Rolled 6, 6, 3, 2, 1, 5, 6 = 29 (7d6)

>>4389998
>>4390007
>>4390016
I need 11d6, three sets of 3d6 and another of 2d6. You will grind these heretics to dust beneath your heels!

Rolling for the disoriented traitors.

Rolled 3, 3, 2 = 8 (3d6)

>>4390033
Really not our day, is it?

Rolled 2, 2, 4 = 8 (3d6)

>>4390033

Rolled 1, 2, 4 = 7 (3d6)

>>4390033

Rolled 1, 5 = 6 (2d6)

>>4390033
Here's a 2d6

Rolled 1, 1 = 2 (2d6)

>>4390033

Rolled 1, 5, 4 = 10 (3d6)

>>4390033

Man I hope we won’t die on the first session.

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That was an utterly appalling showing, and the Emperor is thoroughly disappointed in us. They got three hits in seven dice and we got not one in sixteen. Clearly the Chaos Gods are influencing the /qst/ dice!

>>4390036
>>4390043
>>4390045
>>4390063
>5
Against the traitors unnervingly great success this is a big oof.

>>4390068
>>4390088
The Emperor protects, and your faith might still be your shield. Anons, would you like to attempt an act of faith to save yourself from this disaster?
>Yes.
>No.

If you choose to do so now it will not be available again until you perform an action that gains you the favor of the Emperor once more. These need not be combat actions, weathering a crisis of faith would qualify just as much as slaying a sorcerer and his cultists.

>>4390104
>Yes

>>4390104
>Yes
Just the sort of situation we might need it for.

>"attempt"
That means we'll probably fail at that, too.

>>4390104
yes

>>4390153
>>4390120
>>4390149
I need 11d6, three sets of 3d6 and then a final set of 2d6. These hits are added with those of your previous test.

Assuming your faith manifests, how does it do so?
>An aura of golden light that shields you from harm and disorients those who are weak of faith.
>Greater resilience to injury and hands of burning flame which smite the enemies of man, weapons and armor alike fail before their wrath.
>A burst of frightening speed, allowing you to execute the Emperor’s will before his enemies may act.
>Write-in.

To be clear this isn’t how you’re forced to manifest your faith forever, it’s a miracle and not a knock-off psychic power.

Rolled 4, 4, 6 = 14 (3d6)

>>4390172
>>An aura of golden light that shields you from harm and disorients those who are weak of faith.

Rolled 1, 3, 5 = 9 (3d6)

>>4390172
>An aura of golden light that shields you from harm and disorients those who are weak of faith.
Can we glow as well? May as well go all out.
If the rest of the Ecclesiarchy catches wind of this, they're probably going to go nuts.

>>4390205
To be clear this is a minor miracle, something that many sisters manifest from time to time. Think of it as analogous to the 6+ invuln they have on the tabletop rather than a full on use of a miracle die. If anons had opted for Faith instead of Leadership you’d have a second use and a couple more dice, and back to back uses of that might have drawn some attention.

I miss that vote not I'm more shock they voted for leadership, odd pick not a bad one.

dice+3d6

>An aura of golden light that shields you from harm and disorients those who are weak of faith.

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>>4390237
(you're supposed to put your dice in the options box, not the text field, as pictured)

>>4390233
Leadership is a relative fast track to special weapons and combat roles within the Order, and it goes well with Martha’s failing of loving too easily. Lots of fun possibilities to be explored.

>>4390256
Thank you for helping him, anon. The Emperor helps those who help their loyal brothers and sisters, have a free hit for your kindness.

Rolled 2, 6, 5 = 13 (3d6)

>An aura of golden light that shields you from harm and disorients those who are weak of faith.

Rolled 6, 2 = 8 (2d6)

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>>4390286
>6, 5, bonus, 6, 5.
Rolling the final two so I can get another story post or two in tonight.

I'm happy to see a SOB quest.

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You attempt to capitalize on the moment of weakness the renegades find themselves in, wagering that in your power armor you’re less dazed by the confined indoor explosions than they are. Stepping back into sight you charge forth, power armored legs pumping like pistons and chipping the ferrocrete floor as you clear the short distance to the scattered barricade. Shots pour into you as you advance, and you feel the corrupting presence of some unnatural force as almost the entirety of a pair of bursts catch you in the breastplate. Ceramite chips and shatters under the repeated hits, the plating barely holding on as it is worn away.

The muzzle of your boltgun presses thrusts into the belly of the first heretic you crash into, pauldron catching him across the chin as you pull the trigger of your weapon. Blood sprays as his stomach and back erupt into gore, and you push past the falling corpse. A pair of heretics run at you with blades, and while you parry the first the second gets through and finds purchase as his monomolecular blade slices a fine scar across the armor of your thigh. You plant a gauntleted fist into his face with furious speed and he’s sent reeling backward and spitting up blood and shattered teeth, but the remaining heretics begin to swarm you. There are too many, five slaves of the dark gods raining blow after blow upon you with their blades and guns as you make a desperate defence. You’re dragged to the ground as they grapple you, their combined strength and leverage enough to overcome your power armor; the rat-faced one gives you a twisted grin which exposes his huge teeth as he prepares to plant an autogun into the flexible neck of your armor, the muzzle worming its way between the raised gorget and your helm.

It’s too many to handle alone. The battle cannot be won, and you struggle to move your arms to make the sign of the Aquila one last time.

You are not alone.

A searing golden light erupts from the symbol of the Sacred Rose at the top of your breastplate, encapsulating you briefly in an aura of pure faith. Rat-face flinches in agony, reflexively pulling the trigger of his autogun. The bullets ricochet off the barrier with divine intent, the two ragged soldiers struggling to keep your arms pinned are stuck in their throats and arms; they emit gurgled cries of pain and terror as they witness the true power of the Imperial Cult, dying moments later. Arms now free you waste no time in resuming battle, reciting a holy verse as you dispatch the remaining foes.

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>>4390449
The traitors that had restrained and chopped away at your legs are falling back clutching at their eyes, temporarily blinded by the searing purity of it. “For it is not men that they fear...” You place a heel into the eye of one of them, ripping most of his face apart as the immense strength your power armored leg extends through both sides of his skull.

”...but their Lord...” You seize your fallen bolt pistol and fire a single shot through the heart of the other heretic near your legs, rising to a kneeling position and then standing as you face off against Rat-face.

“Die, bitch! Die!” He screams, autogun belching flame and smoke but then running dry as all its shots fail to harm you. He shields his eyes with one hand and dives to the ground, reaching for his previously discarded grenade launcher.

”...and those who serve him…” You step towards him, clamping your bolt pistol to its mag-plate on your hip.

“Die! DIE!” Rat-face screams, firing a krak grenade directly at you. It passes through the aura but thuds off of your armor, a dud. He’s shaking, face a mask of pure terror as he crawls backwards and tries to cycle the launcher while averting his eyes.

“...and you will know them by their sign...” You make the symbol of the Aquila once again, holding your hands before your breastplate and maintaining your stride. The heel of your sabaton digs into Rat-face’s chest as you catch him.

“Why... why won’t you die?!” He struggles to cry out, the weight of your armor crushing the air out of him.

”...and by their deeds!” You press down your heel harder, crushing through Rat-face’s ribcage and destroying his corrupt heart. The golden light fades and leaves only a faint silhouette of an Aquila burned into the ferrocrete wall past Rat-face’s corpse, a lightly charred black image against the dull grey.

The room is clear, another unexplored passage leading out of it and into the bowels of what is now clearly a larger tunnel network. An openly displayed map of the tunnels, something you never would have expected to find, sits unscathed between a pair of the bunks within the now utterly wrecked barracks.

Mina enters the barracks with hurried thudding steps, lowering her boltgun after a few moments as she surveys the damage.

“...A miracle....” She whispers solemnly, standing shocked and with eyes locked squarely on the charred form of the Aquila on the wall.

>>4390451
>“The Emperor protects, Sister.” Leave it at that, there will be much more to say when the battle is concluded. Take the map and call your squad to come down from the surface.
>“I would have died without His protection, Mina… He is watching us, I know it.” You feel rattled by the close call but simultaneously exulted in the confirmation of your faith. Linger here for a moment. (Write-in dialogue or simply contemplate the miracle)
>Embrace Mina in a quick hug, exhilarated by the aftermath of the miracle. It is for the God-Emperor and your Sisters that you fight; they strengthen your faith, and today your faith has preserved you. Praising the Emperor would be more appropriate, but surely this is not a sin. [Love]
>Write-in.

Choosing [Love] and submitting to your flaw enough has interesting results.

>>4390456
>Embrace Mina in a quick hug, exhilarated by the aftermath of the miracle. It is for the God-Emperor and your Sisters that you fight; they strengthen your faith, and today your faith has preserved you. Praising the Emperor would be more appropriate, but surely this is not a sin. [Love]

I would like to see said interesting results

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>>4390456
>“The Emperor protects, Sister.” Leave it at that, there will be much more to say when the battle is concluded. Take the map and call your squad to come down from the surface.
There is much to do, and like his angels of death we too must continue, define undaunted for what's to come. Praise to our lord!

>>4390456
>>Embrace Mina in a quick hug, exhilarated by the aftermath of the miracle. It is for the God-Emperor and your Sisters that you fight; they strengthen your faith, and today your faith has preserved you. Praising the Emperor would be more appropriate, but surely this is not a sin. [Love]
just found this thread, hope you'll accept my vote.

without love, what is there to truly fight for?

>>4390478
New pilgrims are always welcome, so long as their faith is pure.

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>>4390478
>>4390462
Locked in, should be able to get in one more update tonight.

>>4390456
>>Embrace Mina in a quick hug, exhilarated by the aftermath of the miracle. It is for the God-Emperor and your Sisters that you fight; they strengthen your faith, and today your faith has preserved you. Praising the Emperor would be more appropriate, but surely this is not a sin. [Love]

>>4390456
>“The Emperor protects, Sister.” Leave it at that, there will be much more to say when the battle is concluded. Take the map and call your squad to come down from the surface.

>>4390456
>“The Emperor protects, Sister.” Leave it at that, there will be much more to say when the battle is concluded. Take the map and call your squad to come down from the surface.

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You say nothing, carried forward by emotion as you embrace Mina in a quick hug. The action surprises her and she tenses for a moment but soon after relaxes and deepens the embrace. A hug while in full power armor is a strange thing probably never intended by its ancient designers, muted in its warmth by the very nature of such heavy armor; the tactile sensory data communicated to your by your plug-ports is more than enough for combat but falls quite short of capturing the subtle comforts of an embrace. Eventually you both pull away, unwilling to risk such vulnerability in a combat zone for long. You both keep your boltguns in hand and move toward the map of the tunnels.

Mina unlocks and lifts her helmet’s visor, revealing her pale complexion and bright blue eyes, “This fight, it was close?”

“Very,” You answer, lifting your own visor and blinking briefly as its visual auto-senses and information overlay disappear. The last few minutes have been a haze of power armor enhanced killing and cacophonous boltgun fire, and though the righteousness of your actions fills you with pride it is still a relief to gaze upon the world with your own eyes for a few moments.

“I refused to let them take me from you,” You continue, speaking softly as you trace a finger along the map and chart out a path toward the bunkers closest to the void shield emitter.

“From... me?” Mina asks, tilting her head just slightly and furrowing her brow. She doesn’t look displeased, merely surprised.

You clarify your statement but turn away slightly and face the map straight on, “The Order, I mean. You’re family to me. The thought of never seeing any of you again... or at least not again until all our souls march alongside the Emperor... They had me defeated, Mina. I made the sign of the Aquila in defiance but had accepted myself as martyred.”

You tap your finger on the small icon of the void shield emitter on the map, satisfied with the route you’ve plotted. It should provide flanking positions to neutralize the Hydras along the way, using the traitors' own defenses against them.

>>4390669
“The Emperor blessed you, Martha. He was at your side.” Mina states, leaving the statement hanging.

“He did, He was. Praise be unto Him.” You respond, acknowledging what you surely should have said first. You spoke words of furious vengeance in his name as you purged the traitors, but some part of you still feels that it wasn’t nearly enough. You utter quick prayer of penance, Mina joining in.

“I didn't mean to accuse you, Martha.” She says after you finish the prayer, casually scanning the entrances to the barracks with her boltgun.

“No, you were correct. We should sing; it was the Emperor that triumphed, I was merely his instrument for a few moments. Choose a hymn while I contact the others.”

Mina nods, and you vox the rest of your squad. “How goes the search, Sister Vissia?”

Vissia’s voice crackles in through your helmet, the signal disrupted by the thick walls and ceiling of the ferrocrete tunnels but still mostly understandable through the static, “The Emperor has guided us, Sister! We’ve secured a copy of their vox codes as well as a grid map and spotting equipment.”

“They have artillery?” You question, strongly suspecting as much with what Vissia has found.

“It would seem so, Sister. Perhaps we can trick them into purging themselves,” She laughs mirthfully at the thought of it, her voice coming through rich and clear over the vox for a few moments, “How goes your search below? We heard a tremendous racket, I trust you’ve been delivering the Emperor’s reward?”

Unsure of how best to relay the news of the miracle you opt to speak plainly, giving a simple account of your findings and the events, “The tunnels lead throughout the entire island, even to all of the emitters; they have maps posted on the walls down here. I was almost overwhelmed in battle by the traitors but the Emperor blessed me with a miracle. He drove them away and shielded me with a golden light, turning the tide of battle.”

There is a pause before Vissia answers, “A miracle? We must see the site, this is a blessed sign. The battle will surely be won.”

“It would be difficult to miss the site. Relay my findings to Superior Verana and then rejoin me with haste, the emitter still awaits us.”

It doesn’t take long for your squad to arrive, Vissia informing you in person that Verana’s squad is heading underground as well and will be taking a slightly altered path. You lead the way deeper into the tunnels, working together to purge a few more groups of heretics - The grenades Vissia seized from the soldiers earlier making quick work of most targets in the confined tunnels. You pass through more barracks, a few armory rooms, and even a small entertainment area - Brinella uses a flask of promethium and a lighter to ensure that several blasphemous texts are set aflame before you move on. Those were foul books, even glancing at their covers for a moment filled you with utter disgust.

>>4390670
Eventually your vox picks up a crackling distress signal, a squad of sisters on the surface under heavy attack by a witch and “elite” renegade PDF troops, and one of the Hydras is starting the bear down on them as well.

>Respond to the distress call and intercede to aid your sisters in battle, their forces will strengthen your own when you assault the emitter afterward.
>Vox the battle sisters and inform them of the tunnel network and its entrances, then carry on to the emitter. With prayer and faith they might be able to pull themselves from their dire situation.
>Vox Verana and ask for her guidance, she is likely slightly out of range of the distress call. Her greater experience might be required here, this is a difficult call.
>Write-in.

>>4390671
>Respond to the distress call and intercede to aid your sisters in battle, their forces will strengthen your own when you assault the emitter afterward.

>>4390671
>Respond to the distress call and intercede to aid your sisters in battle, their forces will strengthen your own when you assault the emitter afterward.

>>4390671
>Respond to the distress call and intercede to aid your sisters in battle, their forces will strengthen your own when you assault the emitter afterward.

>>4390671
>Respond to the distress call and intercede to aid your sisters in battle, their forces will strengthen your own when you assault the emitter afterward.

>>4390671
>Respond to the distress call and intercede to aid your sisters in battle, their forces will strengthen your own when you assault the emitter afterward.

>>4390671
>>Respond to the distress call and intercede to aid your sisters in battle, their forces will strengthen your own when you assault the emitter afterward.

>>4390671
>>Respond to the distress call and intercede to aid your sisters in battle, their forces will strengthen your own when you assault the emitter afterward.

>>4390671
>Respond to the distress call and intercede to aid your sisters in battle, their forces will strengthen your own when you assault the emitter afterward.

>>4390671
>>Respond to the distress call and intercede to aid your sisters in battle, their forces will strengthen your own when you assault the emitter afterward

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>>4390844
Big damn saints time.

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Heavy footfalls echo through the dimly lit ferrocrete passageways as your squad navigates toward the void shield emitter, your path steadily sloping uphill. The emitter is built into the face of a cliff overlooking the ocean, and this path leads to its rear. Alarm-wailers along the walls began emitting an awful honking screech in the last few minutes, the noise accompanied by the addition of flashing red hued lighting in many areas. You’ve begun to encounter more organized resistance, a few attempts at ambushes failing as your squad simply plows through them, but the renegades are clearly better equipped the closer you get to the emitter.

The emergency channel of your vox crackles to life, automatically detecting a a desperate and heavily distorted distress call, “This i… ister Kar… superio… martyr... we… heavy fire fro… witch… her retinue… PDF… any nearby Imper… please respon…”

You raise a clenched fist, the order to stop, and your squad comes smoothly to a halt. They’ve heard the call just as you have, several already adjusting their vox settings to try and get a clearer signal.

Performing the rite of vox-clarity is a simple process you learned at your Schola even as a young girl, and soon the signal is cleaned up enough to understand but still quite static filled, “This is battle sister Karina. Our Superior has been martyred in battle against a witch, and we’re pinned by heavy fire from her retinue of traitor PDF. Any Imperial forces please respond, we require immediate assistance.”

You activate your own transmitter and speak, praying the signal gets through to them, “I hear you Sister Karina, as does the Emperor. My squad is moving to assist.”

“Emperor be praised, Sister. These heretics...” The transmission is briefly flooded with the sound of rapid bolt and las fire, “...must be an elite force of some kind, they’re equipped better than the guar- Alice, get down!”

“Sister Karina, are you still there? We’re heading toward your location now,” You say, giving the signal to your squad to move out. The pace you’ve been keeping was already rather quick, but this is almost a sprint.

A torrent of explosions sounds over the vox, the noise more like a hurricane than the report of a weapon. Karina sounds pained and out of breath as she speaks, “We... we persevere in His name, Sister. They’re forcing us deeper into cover, they have a Hydra.”