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CHARACTER CREATION TIME!

+++ Please select Origin +++

> Freeholder's son
Your father is a decorated veteran crusader in the Imperial Army at his senior years enjoying his pension and the parsel of land on which he grows food and breeds warhorses for the Imperium. You have a family and a home outside of the Hive Cities. It is a simple life, but a good one.

> Solar Auxilia Mercenary
You are one of the Varangon Tagmatons, a rookie in a volunteer mercenary order formed with the sanction of the Imperial senate to provide a fast response force to normally stingy governors at exorbitant costs. The missions are dangerous, the hours are bad, the pay is excellent.

> Imperial Scholar
Your father is an Imperial Elucidator working on the world, a special kind of investigator reporting directly to Terra currently acting undercover as an Imperial Administratum official as he seeks evidence of cult activity. You, being his son, got to live in the hive city and pursue a higher education in the field of mathematics before the heresy started.

Regardless of Origin, you get select among the same stat bonuses in the next vote.

>>4758418
> Solar Auxilia Mercenary
Ah, finally.

>>4758418
> Imperial Scholar

>>4758418
>Solar Auxilia Mercenary
Sounds fun

>>4758418
> Imperial Scholar

>>4758418
> Freeholder's son

>>4758418
> Imperial Scholar
Maybe if we're good enough Malcador will pick us for the Inquisition

Gonna count the votes in 25 minutes and then we move on to stats and throwing some dice.

>>4758418
>Imperial Scholar

>>4758418
>> Solar Auxilia Mercenary

>>4758418
> Solar Auxilia Mercenary
YES

>SA Merc scum
>>4758424
>>4758450
>>4758570
>>4758576

>Schoolboi
>>4758428
>>4758467
>>4758523
>>4758541

>Farmboi
>>4758512

It seems we are at an impasse

Rolled 1 (1d2)

1 = Mercenary
2 = Scholar

>>4758418
>Solar Auxilia Mercenary
ollanius pius is our daddy

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Congratulations! After your diligent service in the Imperial Army, you have proven yourself to be in the top 75% of the Imperial Army!

Or at least that's what the exams say anyway. Who knows? You might have just gotten lucky when you applied for the job. The recruitment standards for the freshly minted Solar Auxilia battlegroups certainly were slipping with the buildup of wargear over the hundreds of years of galactic conquest.

Anyway, you got in and that's what's important. Now, let's roll up your stats. To those who aren't familiar with 40k rpg stuff, you get the following.

Weapon skill - Your skill at Melee weapons
Ballistic skill - Your skill at Ranged weapons
Strength - Your skill at being muscular
Toughness - Your skill at not dying
Agility - Your skill at shooting first
Intelligence - Your skill at being smart
Willpower - Your skill at not being psychically raped
Fellowship - Your skill at being charismatic and winning elections without wifi accessible dominion voting machines
Perception - Your ability to see purple Orks

Now what you get to do is fudge some rolls a bit!

Every stat is going to be 2d10+20, however, you can guarantee a 10 in 4 rolls.

Select which stats you would like to automatically get a good roll on as a merc.

Insert 4 points in any of the following slots.

>weapon skill [ ], [ ]
>ballistic skill [ ], [ ]
>strength [ ], [ ]
>toughness [ ], [ ]
>agility [ ], [ ]
>intelligence [ ], [ ]
>willpower [ ], [ ]
>fellowship [ ], [ ]
>perception [ ], [ ]

>>4758629
>>ballistic skill [ ], [ ]
>>strength [ ], [ ]
>>agility [ ], [ ]
>>intelligence [ ], [ ]

>>4758629
Swap int for fellowship actually, lets be a foppish rogue

>>4758640
Okay, so this would be
>Ballistic skill *
>Strength *
>Agility *
>Fellowship *

You can put up to two points in any stat in case I wasn't clear.

>>4758629
ballistics x2
agility
fellowship

So we can shoot good, act reasonably fast and not be a social autist.

>>4758644
Also maybe worth thinking about upping Int seeing as we will live a long life and knowing how to handle Crusade-era tech might come in handy in a few thousand years.

>>4758629
>Weapon Skill x2
>Strength
>Fellowship
Imagine not killing the enemy in glorious melee.

>>4758646
Depending on whether we know that we are Stretch Armstrong might be a bit meta. Happy to support RIP & TEAR if the gun thing does not pan out though. Have been wanting to rip a baneblade in two in a single turn since the last Perpetual Quest from years ago.

>>4758649
Any option is as meta as the next when properly exploited. Overall though, you are one man in a world among millions.

Your ability to drastically affect the fate of the Imperium is extraordinarily limited, even should you control an entire subsector.

>>4758629
Being a fightan and shootan dood is fine enough, but iz want to be have a fancy hat.
That officer hat iz mine.
>willpower [xx]
>fellowship [xx]

>>4758660
Very well then.
Changing >>4758644
to >>4758646
More fist more good.

>>4758629
>>ballistic skill [ ], [ ]
>>strength [ ], [ ]
>>agility [ ], [ ]
>>intelligence [ ], [ ]

>>4758646
Unaltered humies aren't the best choice for melee though, besides guns are better

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>Balanced Fel
>>4758640

>WS2, S, F
>>4758646
>>4758668

>W/Fel
>>4758663

>Balanced Int
>>4758680

Alrighty then, looks like it's melee, strength and fellowship. Maybe you were a blitzer in one of your original regiment's Blood Bowl teams?

Please roll me 14d10 to determine rest of the stats!

Rolled 8, 9, 9, 7, 9, 3, 7, 10, 4, 2, 10, 2, 1, 8 = 89 (14d10)

>>4758773

In case you are confused, I will use the dice to fill out the following slots in order.

Weapon Skill - 40
Ballistic Skill - 2d10+20
Strength - 1d10+30
Toughness - 2d10+20
Agility - 2d10+20
Intelligence - 2d10+20
Willpower - 2d10+20
Fellowship - 1d10+30
Perception - 2d10+20

Rolled 10, 9, 6, 7, 6, 8, 4, 9, 8, 10, 2, 5, 6, 6 = 96 (14d10)

>>4758773
Rolling in case you need other roll results (in a best of X situation etc). If not, ignore this post.

>>4758822
I'm just gonna take the first one thanks.

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Character stats!

Weapon Skill - 40
Ballistic Skill - 37 (20+8+9)
Strength - 39 (30+9)
Toughness - 36 (20+7+9)
Agility - 30 (20+3+7)
Intelligence - 34 (20+10+4)
Willpower - 32 (20+2+10)
Fellowship - 32 (30+2)
Perception - 29 (20+1+9)

Allrighty, I can see we're looking at a proper bruiser here. Not the most perceptive individual, but certainly can handle himself in a fight!
All stats are no doubt above the average, so I guess it wasn't pure luck that you passed the exam. You are definitely in the top 75% of Imperial Army.

I'm gonna scrounge around the rulebooks and add up the necessary skills and wounds to reflect your training to add the necessary scholastic lores and so on to your repertoire as well as certain minor stat bonuses as I am using Stormtrooper training as reference.

I hope to start the actual story tomorrow around same time I started today.

meh im out

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Oh, and feel free to suggest any names you'd want for the character and I'll add them as vote options tomorrow.

>>4758863
Think of terrible statlines are a challenge, anon

>>4758874
Terrible stats and melee in a scifi universe is for fags

>>4758874
You got good rolls on most combat related stats, everything else is pretty much around average.

>name
Regulas Bellisarius Halfdanson

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Characteristics:

Wounds: 17

(WS) Weapon Skill - 40
(BS) Ballistic Skill - 43
(S) Strength - 39
(T) Toughness - 36
(Ag) Agility - 30
(Int) Intelligence - 34
(Wp) Willpower - 32
(Fel) Fellowship - 32
(Per) Perception - 29


Skills:

(Ag) Dodge: +10
(Ag) Operate (Aeronautica) +10
(Ag) Operate (Surface) +10
(Int) Security: +10
(Int) Common Lore (War) +10
(Int) Linguistics (High Gothic) +10
(Int) Linguistics (Mercenary Cant) +10
(Int) Navigate (Surface) +10
(Int) Navigate (Stellar) +10
(Int) Tech-Use +10
(Per) Survival +10

Traits:

Weapon Training: (Las)
Weapon Training: (Solid Projectile)

>>4758872
Blast Hardcheese

>>4758874
Aren Seion

>>4759009
Meant for here
>>4758872


Sorry
>>4758874

>>4758915
^this

>>4758872
Antor Gaheris

Dylan Mass

>>4758877
Peak faggot moment.

>>4759009
This

>>4759009
+1

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The year is M31.005

Mankind's dream of reunification has nearly been realized by the brilliance of the Emperor, his Primarch sons and the new generation of leaders which the rediscovered sciences of the dark past have allowed to emerge, each granted greatly extended lifespans and cognitive capabilities beyond the average mortal.

The realms of the great Imperium of Man stretch to all but to the furthest reaches of the galaxy or the most forgotten of worlds, expanding and pushing out the nightmares of the past with each passing day.

As the Expeditionary fleets push outwards bringing new worlds to the fold, another war is waged in the home front. War against secessionism, internal power struggles and the revanchist ambitions of Xenos.

You are enlisted as part of a galactic mercenary organization sanctioned by the Imperial Senate to answer the need for soldiers to quell the rebellious elements and to stamp down the ambitions of the perfidious alien, answerable only to the Emperor, the Imperial Senate and naturally your clients.

The Varangon Tagmatons have during the nearly two hundred years of crusading formed 250 separate battlegroups across the galaxy, each operating in different regions and warzones within the Imperium and each of them maintaining anywhere from 400 000 to 1 000 000 soldiers armed with some of the best gear available in the Imperium paid by those desperate or discerning enough to call for their aid.

To call upon any of these armies is a matter of great consequence for the governor in question as they maintain the ancient right of plunder, giving each soldier stationed to the defense of the world the right to take as much treasure as they can carry from the planet's treasuries after the terms of the contract have been met.

You are one of these mercenary soldiers, a fresh recruit in an almost as freshly minted 240th battlegroup. You passed your examination with with flying colors and are now standing with your personal effects on an Imperial Starport above the Forge World of Bakka, waiting to be sorted out into your new life, or the next ten years of it anyway.

From the windows of the orbital space station, you see continent spanning factories and rivers of lava on the planetside, as well as various ships of cutting edge design being constructed on the shipyards of neighboring stations. On the very edge of the room there is a heavily augmented Enginseer is programming idle servitor beasts to various tasks as travelers from beyond the stars travel to and fro upon the halls of plasteel.

Figuring you've had enough of the panoramic view, you decide to stretch your legs a bit. You've a couple of hours to kill until you have to report to your ship.

> Head to the Bar on the starport, maybe get a drink and trade stories with people whilst waiting for your ship to dock.
> Head to the market district, maybe get some souvenirs or reading for the journey.
> Head to the departures area. Better early rather late.
> Write-in

>>4760675
>> Head to the market district, maybe get some souvenirs or reading for the journey.

>>4760675
> Head to the market district, maybe get some souvenirs or reading for the journey.

>>4760675
> Head to the market district, maybe get some souvenirs or reading for the journey.
See if they have any admech stickers for our service rifle. Maybe a prayer. Also try to find a primer on gear maintenance. Would not want to be the guy that has to beg the boys in red for help.

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>[ Market ]

You decide to take a stroll on the market district clearly built for catering spacefarers in an extraordinarily tacky manner.
Most all stores are manned by servitors dressed up in what someone only in the martian priesthood would imagine a shopkeep would wear.

Nevertheless, amidst the bright colors and flashing lights urging you to purchase their junk, there's some actual things for sale beyond "I <3 Bakka" T-shirts, coffee mugs, keychains and the other shit you are almost certain have remained unsold and as worthless since the long night began.

Among the tourist crap there's also extraordinary quantities of unsold merchandise celebrating the turning of the millennium on discount prices. That was 5 years ago! This stuff is in so wide a circulation that it's hard to believe the "collectors" still fall for this crap.

Nevertheless, it wasn't an insignificant period in imperial history, so having something to pass on to one's children might be nice. Alternatively there's always booze, electronics and other knicknacks.

Next time you reckon you'll get to visit a market is probably going to be inside an active warzone. Still, this time you brought more than enough socks. You aren't making that mistake again.

There's plenty of menials and servicemen browsing the selection of goods in the market area. You notice there's a huge line of menials on a store that's selling grox meat cartridges to the point that if you tried to get some, you probably would miss your ship by the time you got any.

As the flashing advertisements drone on the background, you check how much you've left on your last paycheck on your credit chit.

+++ You have a balance 730 Throne Gelt +++

> Purchase [Machine Spirit Brand Amasec M31 Vintage]: 100 TG
> Purchase [A Pict Recorder]: 650 TG
> Purchase [An official M31 Issue Commemorative Coin "200 years of Victory!"]: 10 TG each
> Purchase [A Holotape of "Imperium's Greatest military parades"]: 150 TG
> Purchase [M31 Commemorative Special! An external data storage slate containing a library of 30 000 books from various authors across the Imperium ]: 450 TG
> Purchase [ An adult holotape called 'The Weakness of the Flesh', featuring raunchy cybernetically enhanced ladies ]: 150 TG
> Write-in (Suggest something you would like to try and acquire)

>>4760735
> Purchase [Machine Spirit Brand Amasec M31 Vintage]: 100 TG
>Purchase [An official M31 Issue Commemorative Coin "200 years of Victory!"]: 10 TG each
> Purchase [M31 Commemorative Special! An external data storage slate containing a library of 30 000 books from various authors across the Imperium ]: 450 TG
Some fine booze for a rough day, a coin for shits and the book collection because there will be a *lot* of waiting about.

>>4760735
>> Purchase [A Pict Recorder]: 650 TG
Pict albums are good heirlooms.

>>4760735
>> Purchase [Machine Spirit Brand Amasec M31 Vintage]: 100 TG
> Purchase [M31 Commemorative Special! An external data storage slate containing a library of 30 000 books from various authors across the Imperium ]: 450 TG

>>4760783
>>4760765
Since these are pretty much the same thing with only 10 TG difference, I'll roll with it.

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> Added to inventory: [Machine Spirit Amasec M31 Vintage]
> Added to inventory: [30 000 Book Collection on external storage device]
> Added to inventory: [M31 Crusade Commemoration Coin]

+++ 650 TG deducted from your account +++

[1/2]

You decide to pick up some discount merch from 5 years past, but your eyes catch to a discarded credit chit some serviceman no doubt left behind after being done with it.

Picking it up from the floor, you run it through a terminal discovering it was almost empty, only 10 gelt left. Chump change, but might as well zero it out since you are buying stuff anyway.

Upon entering the tacky store, you are greeted by the servitor store clerk whose face is consistently locked on a creepy, unnatural smile. They even put makeup on the thing (shoddily one might add) to add to the weirdness factor.

As you run your credit chits through the machine, the Servitor gives you the same monotone response as she gave to the last three customers down the line.

"Thank you for shopping at Bakka Station 12 Market Plaza. Your business funds the quest for knowledge."

Paying the lobotomized creature no mind, you stuff your newly acquired possessions to your duffel bag and head out of the store to hear the laudhailers give out an announcement addressed to you.

*Bing-ban-bon!*

"Attention. Ship Designation: The Oath of Conquest, docked on terminal 32/B is calling crew to boarding area. Repeat. Ship Designation: The Oath of Conquest, docked on terminal 32/B is calling crew to boarding area. Thank you."

*Bing-ban-bon!*

Yep, that's your cue.

You shoulder your bag and insert yourself to the flow of people heading towards the terminal area where a no small quantity of people already were gathered, all from various walks of life. Scarred, tattoeed, musclebound and generally speaking nasty looking dudes from all around the galaxy.

There's also the distinct silhouette of a discipline master overseeing the gathered troops in corner with crossed arms, nodding and talking to officers with a cybernetically enhanced scowl on his face.

You also catch a glance through a window of the ship you are due to serve on. A Vengeance class Grand Cruiser bristling with massive guns.

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[2/2]

The sight of warships didn't really seem to interest much of the soldiers who were full on waiting mode. All, including you, were wearing an uniform provided to you upon the passing of your exams.

The smoking area of the terminal is full of burly people with mohawks, shoulder to shoulder hotboxing the entire room with Lho-sticks. Each trying to look crazier than the other as they sized eachother up.

"Yea, you don't want to go in there mate."
You hear a voice behind you.
"Ganger stock they is, really like to punch down that lot does."
You turn around to see a rather shifty looking man.
"The name is Sneeb. Sneeb Rigger. Had to put out with them types in the Durmanhive 79th till I managed to crawl my way up here."
"You though, you ain't ganger. Ain't got ink or scars on you either. What's your story?"

> How do you introduce yourself to this slimy recruit?
> Regulas Bellisarius Halfdanson
> Blast Hardcheese
> Aren Seion
> Antor Gaheris
> Dylan Mass
> Rex Voor
> Dick Castle
> Write-in
> Dude Johnson
> Benjamin Cobbler

>>4761007
>> Regulas Bellisarius Halfdanson

>>4761007
>> Aren Seion

>>4761007
> Regulas Bellisarius Halfdanson

>>4761007
>> Regulas Bellisarius Halfdanson

>>4761007
>Blast Hardcheese

>>4761007
>Aren Seion

>>4761007
WILDCARD, BITCHES
>BELISARIUS CAWL

>>4761007
>Regulas
>But if you like, you can call me Lucy if you don't mind getting socked in the jaw.

Little bit of army humour.

>>4761007
>>Aren Seion

>>4761007
> Aren Seion
halfdanson part sounds weird, woulda picked it if not for the last part.

>>4761007
> Regulas Bellisarius Halfdanson

>>4761007
>> Aren Seion

>>4761007
> Regulas Bellisarius Halfdanson
Are you shovel anon? Where's my precious baby menial shovel lad boy?

>>4761007
> Aren Seion
Though Dick Castle is also nice.

>>4761007
>Aren Seion

Reggie
>>4761014
>>4761046
>>4761048
>>4761063
>>4761446
>>4761711

Renny
>>4761043
>>4761056
>>4761362
>>4761379
>>4761592
>>4761937
>>4762434

Rens have it, writing.

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> Aren Seion

"The name's Aren Seion was a private in the Keppler's 44th rifle Legion."
"Ain't never heard of em, how's the food in there?"
"Sometimes good, sometimes shit. Once you got out if basic, you could spend your allowance to get more variety, so it wasn't that bad."
"Yea, much the same with us. Was a forward scout myself before getting here. You?"
"Mobile infantry. Always in hurry to wait."
You respond with despondent pride

Before the hiver could continue chattering away, the cybernetically enhanced voice of the discipline Master echoed through the terminal.

"ATTEE-NTION!"

"You have exactly 7 minutes to form into five man squads of your choosing and place yourself in a column formation in front of the docking collar with each squad after the next!"

"Proceed!"

Much of the soldiers had already chosen who they were going to be stuck with, and thus took their bags and formed up in a neat line of fives, whilst others were scrambling to jump to squads missing members.

A large man with a white beard with a booming voice places his hand on your shoulder.
"Hello! I am Sergeant Klaus, formerly of the 130th Penal Legion. You two are with me."
"Oh. fuck." Sneeb replies sheepishly as the large man laughs and just goes and outright grabs two other people that catched his eye to his freshly made party.
"We can exchange life stories later yes? You do not wish to annoy discipline master, I know, trust me on this."
"...sure, whatever you say man."

As the ex-convict drags you to the column with a perpetual smile, he addresses the squad. "They are leading us to hypno indoctrination first. We build squad around one heavy weapon, others carry ammo. Think of roles now, we are still expendable. First mission is most deadly here, yes?"

"I was a scout, I can do well with a lasrifle and auspex scanners."
"You ask for spotter training then, yes?"
"I was a medic back in my unit" The more clean of the two new party members speaks. "I can be a lugger as well."
"Ah, a medic is good. I keep you alive. What about you two?"
Before you could say anything, the savage looking fellow puffs out his chest and boasts.
"I am Jurric, son of Jurric, I've partaken in many raids of trenches with blade, pistol and grenade and earned reputation for it. Ask anyone."
"Power weapons, you take?"
"I will take."

The excon smiles at you and asks.
"Just leaves me and you. What do you do?"

Select one:

( No more -20 penalty for using )
> [ Launcher Training ]
> [ Bolter training ]
> [ Flamer training ]
> [ Plasma training ]
> [ Chainblade Training ]
> [ Power Weapons Training ]

(No more -20 penalty and +10 when using )
> [ Concealment training ]
> [ Demolition training ]

(Just solid +5 to one main stat)
> [+5 to one character stat]

>>4762533
> [ Power Weapons Training ]
> [ Demolition training ]
> (WS) Weapon Skill - 40
Go in hard and leave no evidence.

>>4758850
Also should we not have Perception 30 (20+9+1)?

>>4762533
>> [ Power Weapons Training ]
>> [ Concealment training ]
>Perception to 35

Choose one means ONE, not two or three

>>4762574
typo on text, but not on dice

>>4762533
> [ Power Weapons Training ]

>>4762588
I see. In that case:
> [ Power Weapons Training ]

>>4762533
> [ Flamer training ]

>>4762574
> [ Power Weapons Training ]

>>4762533
> [ Plasma training ]

>>4762533
>[ Power Weapons Training ]
show's over, we don't need anything else

Looks like power weapons have it.
https://youtu.be/4zIoElk3r2c

Writing

>>4762533
>> [ Concealment training ]

>>4762533
>> [ Demolition training ]
Boom booms is imho the best. Power weapons are nice and all, and a extra flat +5 would be great but demo is what we need to round the squad and what we need to make us a lot more flexible by being able to do a lot of shit with explosives.

Also surviving explosives

>>4762691
ah bummer.

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> Power Weapons Training

[ 1/2 ]

"I'm good at CQC and Ranged combat like a throroughbred grunt, but if it's all the same to you I'll take power weapons training."
"Is fine, I take launcher training. Balanced team, yes?"

As you were chatting, the Discipline Master barked squads forward to be registered, each receiving a scan of their dogtags and basic biometrics to verify their identity.

When it came to your squad the Discipline Master halted and gave a contemptuous look at Klaus. "One warning Penal Scum, that's all you get. NEXT SQUAD! Move!"

Marching through the long docking collar, you enter into a vast storage area converted into barracks and lounging area combined.

Inside, there were junior logistical officers guiding the rookies to get their bed numbers sorted out and leaving their personal belongings by their beds as well as giving everyone a piece of paper to fill.

The form was listing the desired training specializations and an additional waiver for the use of hypno-indoctrination therapy along the list of potential side-effects ranging from migraines to full-blown insanity.

You shrugged over health concerns. Most forms of shells used in just about any projectile weapons could cause cancer or organ damage over long term use. Huffing prometheum smoke could also kill a man over time and too long in Zero-G makes your bones weak.

Realities of army life. After happily signing away your human rights, your squad proceeded into few weeks of intensive training and nights in drug fueled haze in hypno-indoctrination pods as the ship set out to it's course.

During the transit with the limited free time you had, you learned the names and stories of your fellow squad members.

Jurric, son of Jurric is from a feudal world with a peculiar mission. To smear the name of a man who wronged his family across the stars, so that his dynasty has to bear the shame of being laughingstock the whole of Imperium whilst he builds his own reputation as a warrior.

Sneeb Rigger, a shifty hiver with dreams of retiring in luxury in a massive house with a pool, a live-in harem and his own holovid studio producing hammy action flicks starring him.

Your medic Glen Vanjones was a man from a merchant house, groomed by his family at great expense to pursue a career in the military for the prestige of their dynasty, meanwhile he would just rather enjoy a fat pension.

Klaus doesn't like to talk much about himself nor his time in the penal legion. You did learn from outside sources he was supposedly a war criminal. Apparently his favorite Primarch is Vulkan. Go figure?

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[ 2/2 ]

With weeks of blood, sweat and machine induced psychological abuse, your rapid training was done, leading you to move on to team exercises for the rest of the journey.

The travel in the warp took to some worse than others, but you for some reason didn't seem to suffer from ill effects. You reckon that's because you had to be sensitive for that sort of thing for it to get ill effects.

After spending the day(?) in Zero G training and weapons maintenance, you had finally a bit of time for yourself, an entire hour with nothing to do! Well, more if you are willing to cut to your sleeping time.

Could go hang with your comrades-in-arms, but you do that all the time anyways. Though there's always some gambling going on there, which could be worthwhile. Provided you don't lose.

Could go wander around the section where the menials are in the ship. They've got their own little bazaar and there's ladies there too, or at least so you're told.

Could also read the dataslate they gave on the planet you're heading to, not that they won't go over it in the mission briefings, or you know, have a quick read of the 30 000 books, presuming you have something you would like to look into.

> Go look for soldiers to gamble with on barracks deck
> Head to the menial deck of the ship
> Read about the planet you are going to
> Read about a subject (what?)

>>4762895
>> Read about the planet you are going to

>>4762895
>> Read about the planet you are going to
Might as well find some good info.

>>4762895
>> Read about the planet you are going to

>>4762895
> Read about a subject (what?)
"Dr. Gorelove or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Purge Xenos"

Also as an aside, nice art.

Rolled 65 (1d100)

Just doing some rolls to see how the navigator does in regards to actually navigating the warp.

Don't worry, since Emperor is up and active and you're not exactly in quite the edge of the galaxy yet, the navigator doesn't need to roll to actually find the Astronomican, just for steering the vessel.

Lower is better in this.

Rolled 20 (1d100)

These ones are super easy thanks to the Rogue traders having established route to the system so there's super low chance of anything bad happening.

Would really suck getting stuck in the rape dimension on our virgin voyage.

Your run of the mill navigator seems to pass all his easy checks.
How utterly droll

>>4763942
Oh if some major incursion would have happened, I'd have gotten an excuse to have some of your crew turn to chaos provided your navigator didn't notice that one of the crew was being possessed by a Daemon.

>>4763962
>>4763942
I mean, technically for a short while we could have a few demons pop in... but those would be discounted as some weird shit xenos crawling out from the bellow- and between-decks.

>>4763978
There's totally a murder servitor button too im case of major incursion. And yea, the official story it's some dumb warp based beasts that aren't really even sentient or anything, provided they can keep it under wraps.

Of course these are also exceptional times for Chaos Daemons what with Horus' thing brewing, so their usual modus operandi goes out of the window, if only for a short while.

>>4763993
Those space vessel murder servitors are no joke.

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> Read about the planet
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+++ Vector Prime +++

+ Location +
Segmentum: Tempestus
Sector: Loki
Subsector: Draugr
System: Vector

+ Planetary information +
Population estimate: 20 Billion
Urban population: 92%
Pollution levels: Low
Primary exports: Ammunition, Small Arms, Components
Primary imports: Human capital, Heavy machinery, Light machinery
Climate: Variable Terran
Gravity: 0,98G

+ Army Capacity +
PDF size: Estimated 50 million servicemen
Standard weapon grade: Solid Projectile
Specialist weapon grade: Launchers, Bolt weapons
Armor Grade: Flak / Primitive
WMD Capability: Yes
Defensive Fleets: No
Spacefaring capability: Limited non-ftl

+ Strategic Infrastructure +
Orbital Dockworks
Continental Turborail System
Hive Void Shield Generators
Hive Orbital Defense Missiles
Hive Orbital Defense Batteries

+ Planetary Governance +
Planetary Governor: Grunstahl Vangrippe
Government type: Conditional Dictatorship
Economy type: Mixed Market Economy
Settlement Age: 98 years
Adeptus Terra Presence: Moderate

+ History +
Discovered by a famed Rogue Trade Fabio Leducce approximately hundred years ago, the world was populated by small feral tribes of humans who had almost been driven extinct by an alien species known only as Perjurae as described by the locals. These xenos had reached early gunpowder age development and had driven the humans off the main continent, forcing them to live in hiding on isolated islands and caves.

After the planet was rendered compliant by the Rogue Trader's honor guard, the deed to the world was bought and then passed again to by the Crusading fleet's High Command to the Vangrippe family with the condition of readying the world as a staging ground and a resupply point against the Ork Empires in the Ultima Segmentum and for later outwards expansion. The System was after this point named Vector, with the great expectations for its military importance.

The Vangrippe household boasts the rare honor of having outpaced the crusading fleets in their conquests, finishing four hive cities and the orbital dockyard ahead of schedule, resulting in buildup of wargear that's waiting to be sold the moment the scheduled campaigns begin.

Lord Governor Grunstahl Vangrippe maintains a strong central government. No nations exist on the world and local councils are only allowed to exist on a district level with strict limitations to their power. Though the nobles have lobbied for a greater autonomy for the hive cities, these requests have been repeatedly denied, resulting in political friction.

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+++ The Varangon Deployment +++

Alright soldiers, so here's the gist of it. The planetary governor's been bothered by terrorists and minor organized crime bosses for years now, but recently there's been a line that's been crossed.
Apparently, these fuckers somehow managed to get themselves aboard the orbital dockyard and take it over. That thing is really damn expensive, so he doesn't want to blow it from the skies with defense batteries or wreck most of his aeronautica forces on its point defense in an attempt to get it back.

That's where we come in. The Vangrippes are willing to throw an absolute shitload of wargear at us in exchange of solving this problem for them.

Our intel from the Adeptus Terra says the guy is holding out the true extent of the problem on us, but what else is new? Probably gonna have to do some urban combat and help him clean house, but we're well equipped to handle that. Either way, win win situation.

Expect boarding operations and urban war. Made it sure you guys won't be stuck clearing caves and forests for a decade though, so be thankful.

We'll keep you posted as new info comes in.

- Strategic Intelligence and Contract Negotiations


"Anything interesting there Renny?"
"War and politics Glen. Apparently we are restabilizing a dictatorship on some backwater world for strategic purposes."
He shrugs
"Well, it's for galactic unity and killing Xenos. Gotta do what it takes."
"And for a hefty paycheck."
"Speaking of, you seen the amount they pay for some of those Zone Mortalis ops? I heard one of the veterans made 16 000 Throne Gelt on a SINGLE DAY."
"Yea, but aren't those like the ops where Astartes go to get turned into Dreadnoughts?"
"I know, but think about it, you can get entry-level juvenat treatments for around 50 000 in some forge worlds. Suddenly that's actually affordable for non-leaders."
"You also get it for free if you go long term in the SA. Pretty much get your pick of regiments too after first tour of duty, save for invite only guys like the Old Hundred."

After saying that, you feel an odd sensation, as if you hadn't noticed your skin had just been inside out, but was now on right way back again. There's also this feeling as if someone changed the picture settings on reality itself all of a sudden. Once the feeling subsided, a calm, monotone female voice spoke from the ship's laudhailers.

'Badabing Badabing'~

"Attention. The ship has reached the Mandeville point of Vector Prime. The course is plotted towards an active warzone. Alertness level is now yellow. I repeat, Alertness level is now yellow."

'Badabing Badabing'~

"This Marshal Akhurran Serjenta speaking. All unblooded combatants of Varangon Tagmatons are hereby ordered to report to the training hall for a mission briefing immediately. Over and out."


"Well, shit. Guess that's our free time going out of the fucking airlock." You grumble as you put your uniform back on before doing as commanded.

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The training hall had been cleared out of the usual equipment and instead flags were hung to the sides of the room with a great podium at the very end of the room, behind which stood a man in ornate armor.

As the multitudes of men were assembled there in neat lines, you and Glen took your places on a spot where you could clearly see one of the screens they had set up.

After approximately ten minutes of waiting, the Marshal began his speech.

"Some of you may know of this already, that the Solar Auxilia was founded originally due to the pressing need for void troopers."

"Varangon Tagmatons, the first ones, were founded early on in the crusade to meet that demand. You are the 240th battlegroup of Varangons, showing our traditions have stood the test of time over these two hundred years of victory."

"The initiation to our ranks, it is not truly done with any exam or completion of basic training. For you to join our warrior brotherhood requires one rite. Our custom since the first of us has been to give the right of first blood for the fresh recruits. Every last one of us has started out in the front lines, no exceptions. Thus it was and thus it shall be."

"You are to take the vanguard on a boarding operation of the orbital dockworks in boarding torpedoes once we have downed their void shields. Your task is to neutralize any hostile elements and secure the nearest strategic objective you can reach. Tactical command will relay further instructions on site."

"Thanks to the schematics provided by the planetary governor, we are able to provide you with a detailed map of the layout on the HUD of your void armor."

"Your primary objective is to secure control over the station. This is not a hostage rescue operation, but you are allowed to exercise your own judgment."

"I have allowed you access to the armory and higher grade rations to prepare yourself for your first mission so fill out your requisition forms and ready yourselves. It will take 36 hours for us to reach the target zone. Sleep, eat and prepare. Dismissed."

> What sort of equipment would you like to requisition for the mission?
> You can select 3 things.

> Heavier Void Armor
> Jetpack
> Power Axe (Two-Handed)
> Power Axe (One-Handed)
> Boarding Shield
> Laspistol
> Kalibrax Pattern Lasrifle
> Extra Grenades

>>4764439
> Power Axe (One-Handed)
> Heavier Void Armor
> Jetpack

>>4764445
This.

Time to fuck up some rebels and make bank.

>>4764439
> Heavier Void Armor
> Boarding Shield
> Power Axe (One-Handed)

>>4764445
You could just take two handed axe since you have nothing on off-hand.
Alternatively, you could loot a pistol I guess from the first goon you see.

>>4764439
> Heavier Void Armor
> Power Axe (One-Handed)
> Boarding Shield

Jet pack won't be as useful in the cramped space of a station.

A shield will to act as mobile cover for our grenade launching sarge.

>>4764473
I see.>>4764462 Switching to 2-handed then.
>>4764475
40K stations are not really that cramped though. Corridors might be less fun with a jetpack but there are more than enough open spaces if prior media is any indication and if the cathedral theme holds true. Think of Raptors flying in with chainswords.

>>4764439
> Kalibrax Pattern Lasrifle
> Boarding Shield
> Power Axe (One-Handed)

can stay behind our shield for avoid fire.
gotta switch in case there is range and close combat, in the different spaces of a station. Could be small maintenance corridors, or long hallways or large communal spaces.

>>4764439
> Heavier Void Armor
> Power Axe (One-Handed)
> Boarding Shield

>>4764439
> Kalibrax Pattern Lasrifle
> Boarding Shield
> Power Axe (One-Handed)

>>4764556
No point in being jack of all trades. The jetpack gives us mobility (close in on targets, get out of grenade blasts, vault defenses etc.), the bigger armor more durability and the poweraxe makes sure that whatever we hit we will only need to hit once.

I get the shield idea but sitting there taking fire from enemy emplacements is a bad idea when we could just flank and circumvent it alltogether and take out the gun crew.

>>4764445
support but with 2 hands

>>4764439
> Heavier Void Armor
> Jetpack
> Boarding Shield
Guys
Here me out
Who needs a power weapon when you can shield nash some asshole at +100mph? We can also loot any weapon from a friend's or ally's corpse.

>>4764473
Switching >>4764445 to Two-Handed

Gonna go to bed bit earlier today.

>>4764708
God speed Rad.

>>4764439
What are the odds of us ever earning enough Thrones to buy some power armor or a conversion force field? Maybe even some biological based-augmentics?

>>4765411
Once we realise we are perpetual and start taking suicide missions consistently, easy.

>>4764439
> Heavier Void Armor
> Jetpack
> Boarding Shield
We'll pickup something on the way.

>>4765411
You would need to go through special channels to actually get either a force field or power armor as a private citizen, albeit it's doable through rogue traders if you can reach them.

Admech doesn't exactly sell that stuff out openly and Imperial Army doesn't sell equipment in high demand.

Truth be told, getting access to a sentinel is actually easier because those are mass produced and sold on civilian markets where their guns are swapped out to fill a more peaceful role, whether it be clearing forests, construction or clearing land.

Granted, I would need to determine an appropriate price for one depending on your location and whether or not they are on sale.

Still, mercenary pay honestly varies a lot depending on the mission. Zone mortalis engagement can earn you over 10 000 TG in a day, but those are like operations where you board an Ork vessel or fight in apocalyptic battle zones where tactical nukes and shit are commonplace.

Should remind you, in this age, Marines don't just have their usual Tactical, Assault, Devastator marine shit going, they also keep Destroyer Marines around who use like phosphex bombs and radiation weaponry, but were discontinued after the crusade.

>>4765411
Considering that longer military careers mean more reputation and money it is just a matter of time.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>Shield and Axe
>>4764468
>>4764475
>>4764568

>Rifle, Axe, Shield
>>4764556
>>4764573

>2hands, jetback
>>4764497
>>4764598
>>4764626

>Shield Hero
>>4765930
>>4764622

Alright looks it's 2h or shield and 1h
1 = 1h
2 = 2h

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Forgot the picture

Oh right, the equipment stats!

Reinforced Void Armor
Self-sealing
+6 Armor to all body parts
+1 Extra armor against solid projectile weapons

2h Power Axe
Base damage:1d10+8, AP8
Modified after your strength bonus: 1d10+11, AP8

Whoops, mixed up WS and Strength, still can 1shot yourself tho with this thing so no worries.

>>4766194
What is the average wounds of a regular cannonfodder goon? I assume we are slightly above average in that regard?

Average guardsman has 10 wounds

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So we can gore most goons with our bonus alone. Yeah the axe is breddy gud.

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> 2h Axe, Reinforced Armor, Jetpack

[1/2]

After meeting up with your squad, you filled out the requisition forms, determining the loadout of your party. There was great deal of freedom afforded in these choices, more so than with most any other battle formation in the galaxy.

This was because the Varangons put extremely high value on personal initiative, and because it was the first mission. The gear would still be recoverable should they fall, but those who wish to be heroes can die on their own terms.

After all, untilnyou survive your first mission, you are nothing but meat to the grinder. Unmarked, nameless and unimportant.

Your squad seemed a little out of place being so spread out, but it had it's advantages. Thanks to Klaus' insistence, your squad was not in want of grenades.

Your self-appointed squad leader Klaus was packing a Grenade Launcher, a Laspistol and as many grenades as he could fit on his person.

Jurric son of Jurric took a Boarding shield, Laspistol and a Power Axe as well as as many grenades as he could for Klaus' grenade launcher.

Sneeb Rigger took reinforced armor, a Kalibrax Pattern Lasrifle along with an Auspex Scanner along with more grenades for the squad's launcher.

Glen Vanjones took medical supplies, a Kalibrax Lasrifle Bandolier of Hand Grenades and more grenades for the grenade god.

Naturally, you also were lugging about as many grenades as you could at your back whilst performing the necessary weapon checks and the fit of your armor.

Everything was more or less ready to go. If things went peachy, you would officially be considered a Veletaris Shock trooper. You'd get your lion badge and no shortage of missions do choose from.

After making preliminary checks on your boarding torpedoes, making sure everything was good, the first wave rookies returned to their barracks for a rest.

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"ALERT LEVEL ORANGE! ALL PERSONNEL TO BATTLE STATIONS! ALERT LEVEL ORANGE! ALL PERSONNEL TO BATTLE STATIONS!"

Having been lounging at hour or so impatiently waiting for the call to action, it was finally sounded as you were in middle of a card game and downing recaf.

Sealing your voidsuits, all five of you poured into the cramped vessel and locked your harnesses in place as the ship entered in firing range of the station. Muffled 'Thump' noises could be heard reverberating throughout the ship as as the Plasma-Batteries began their work.

"Vox test. This is tactical command, Boomer Squad, do you copy? Over."
"This is Boomer squad to Tactical Command. Hearing you loud and clear. Over."
"We read you Boomer squad. Over."

You felt subtle shifts in gravity as the ship decelerated and accelerated rapidly as well as making turns, which you couldn't keep a track of whilst being inside what was practically a human missile.

"So, anyone have any idea how long they're gonna take till we get shot at the enemy?" You asked
"Fuck if I know, I've heard of space battles lasting for several days at worst."
"So wait, we can be stuck here smelling our own farts for hours?"
"No whining." Klaus responded on the close vox "This is a special moment."
"I just hope we won't miss the target" Glen states
"Hitting the planet would be kinda anti-climactic after all that training."

> Speaking of hitting the planet...

Roll me a Operate test to see how well your squad actually steers on target.
That's a D100

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>4766663

>>4766670
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!

>>4766701
You can still try two more times, this was best out of three

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>4766663

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>4766663

>>4766745
Low is usually good in d100 40k systems no? You try to roll under a specific target nr.

>>4766670
*BLAM*
DIE HERETIC!!!!

>>4766774
Nigga with that roll we probably boarded into their bedrooms while they still slept.

>>4766757
Yes, 8 is extremely good.

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> 8 - 3 degrees of success
> Smooth sailing

All of a sudden a large yellow light popped on at the corner of the cramped room with [LOADING] written on it on black letters. The whirring of machinery and clanking of gears could be heard around you, as you felt something moving the torpedo forwards on it's launch rails, locking it in place.

Then there was slightly wobble inside the craft before the red light stating [FIRE] turned on shortly the deafening roar of the engines filled the vessel as the torpedo launched towards it's target with tremendous acceleration ripping through the void towards flak and missile fire.

Occasionally the sound of plinking could be heard over the engines as debris hit the rickety plasteel hull of the contraption, along with worrying creaks. The Servitor pilot gave status reports whilst being assisted by Glen, seeing he had most experience with starships.

Looking through the dockworks map provided by Tactical Command, he made his shot, utilizing what little steering it had to land you inro as good a position as could be afforded

"Deploying countermeasures. Deploying Brakes. The Servitor stated in a deadpan voice as the deceleration rattled your bones. The servitor gave a deadpan "Brace for Impact" before the deafening sound of screeching metal covered the pod and the lights started blinking.

"We're in" Stated Glen as the lights turned off.

Nuffle is pleased with your offering and grants you a boon
What was Glen's target on the station?
> Land near a another squad ( Get more dudes and Immediately form fireteam)
> Camera Access ( Immediately gain access to a security terminal )
> Deep strike ( Be first at a strategic objective )
> Deny the enemy ( Immediately land on a bottleneck )

>>4766789
> Camera Access ( Immediately gain access to a security terminal )
If we can get access to cameras, we can better coordinate with the various other squads. We'll know where the enemies are, where they're going, etc. We could plan ambushes.

>>4766789
who's Nuffle?

>>4766810
God of RNG in Blood Bowl

>>4766789
>> Camera Access ( Immediately gain access to a security terminal )
So we can be Big Damn Heroes for a squad or a platoon of newbs. Instant cred with the new recruits.

>>4766789
> Camera Access ( Immediately gain access to a security terminal )
While Deep Strike sounds nice, if we can give intel on the situation to the rest of our troops/fuck with the enemy on security then it will be more valuable. Not like our squad can solo any objective anyway.

>>4766789
>> Camera Access ( Immediately gain access to a security terminal )

>>4766789
> Deep strike ( Be first at a strategic objective )

>>4766789
>Camera access

Team player man.

>>4766789
>> Camera Access ( Immediately gain access to a security terminal )

>>4766789
> Camera Access ( Immediately gain access to a security terminal )

Rolled 85, 20, 18, 25, 96, 45, 13, 64, 89, 11 = 466 (10d100)

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> The Battle begins

The machinery that bored your way into the space station quiets down with only hint of life left on it being the sputtering fuel of the engines.

"Sneeb! Auspex!"
"10 life signs on the room. More coming."
"Aren, make me a firing hole."
You smash your axe to the wall of the torpedo, making an impromptu window. As you do, Klaus burst three stun grenades into the room before pulling the lever blowing the hatches open.
"Take cover and secure the perineter!"

Everyone from the squad explodes out to sprint towards the cover of a pillar at the corner of a room whilst from behind the smoke, you hear a muffled attempts of an officer trying to scream orders at his men.

As you reach your pillar, you receive Auspex data from Sneeb, marking out last locations of targets, squad of five on top and five covering behind a statue. Your power axe glows with sparkling light as the battle begins.

You are inside some sort of square hub area where doors lead to all four directions. You know from your map that one of these doors leads to a security terminal. Furthermore, there's a second level accessible by a ladder to a balcony area with similar 4 door loadout looking down on you from chest high walls made of thin sheets of plasteel and metal tubing.

At the center of the room there lies a defaced marble statue of an individual you recognize from the briefing documents as the Planetary Governor's likeness.

You have yet to have an opportunity to determine what form of weaponry the enemy is carrying.

> [Rule of cool] Use the jet pack to get enough speed to kick the statue on the covering enemies.
> [Here's Johnny!] Attempt to use auspex data to power axe through the catwalk to deal with enemies above you
> [Hold position] Let the lasguns trade shots while you bide your time
> [Frag them] Call for a grenade barrage on the guys behind the statue
> [Write-in] Get creative

>>4767426
>[Here's Johnny!] Attempt to use auspex data to power axe through the catwalk to deal with enemies above you
Can we not jetpack up there or is that too exposed? We should still have some smoke cover for that sort of shenanigans.

Here's some thread relevant music.
https://youtu.be/BXp7FfrXKKw

That's it for today

>>4767486
You can jetpack there. You can call for suppressive fire from lasguns if you wanna do that to lower chance of the enemies behind the statue from hitting.
There's also a ladder to go up there as mentioned before.

Issue is if you jetpack there, you can't get covering fire from team until they clean up the guys behind the statue because they are on another floor.

Granted, this might not be an issue at all, seeing you are reasonably tough and have excellent armor.

Well, that and being a perpetual.

>>4767544
Ideally we would just jetpack up to the second level and close into CQC immideately so as to prevent them from shooting at our squad and us. Dont know how that plays out in the system though.

>>4767426
>[Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer's Johnny!]

Let them know terror as we appear!

>>4767426
> [Here's Johnny!] Attempt to use auspex data to power axe through the catwalk to deal with enemies above you
May I AXE you a question?

>>4767560
You can charge either the 1st floor or 2nd floor group with a jet pack if you want.

>>4767636
Second floor. Bigger threat to our allies and more easily dealt by us while the bottom level dudes can be flanked by our squad when the top level foes are busy getting chopped.

>>4767426
> [Here's Johnny!] Attempt to use auspex data to power axe through the catwalk to deal with enemies above you

>>4767426
> [Here's Johnny!]

>>4767426
>> [Here's Johnny!] Attempt to use auspex data to power axe through the catwalk to deal with enemies above you

>>4767640
Also target their sarge or corporal or whatever first.

Give me Weapons skill test of d100

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>4768947

Got ya boss

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>4768947

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>4768947

Rolled 2 (1d5)

Alright, let's see who you hit.

>>4768995
Please be sarge.

Rolled 99, 43, 46 = 188 (3d100)

Here's how your dudes do with their lasguns.

>>4769018
Just as planned.

Rolled 4, 9, 5, 8, 1, 8 = 35 (6d10)

+10 aiming, +30 for point-blank range, +0 Semi-auto burst.
Jurric jams his pistol.

3 degrees of success for both of them.

Rolled 1, 3 = 4 (2d5)

We'll see what targets they got.

Rolled 56, 51, 87 = 194 (3d100)

Well, aren't you lucky.
This probably won't do much to you, I'm hoping at least some hits.

Point Blank +30, Aiming +10, Full Auto -10 on all 3 guy against the dude who just jet packed out of cover.

Rolled 8, 10, 3 = 21 (3d10)

....ok

Rolled 5 (1d10)

Sure, whatever, let's see how much your axe does damage, it's gonna kill him regardless but why not?

>>4769064
Se we are getting shot at thrice and hit for 2+4 wounds?

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> Mind if I axe you a question

https://youtu.be/BX3bN5YeiQs

"Auspex ping!"
"You got it" Sneeb replies.
As the hud updates the location, you immediately use the momentum provided by your jetpack to strike at the ceiling to drive your crackling axe through the catwalk, leaving a streak of molten metal passing in it's wake.

Slight off your initial target, but shortly your axe makes a popping sound, followed by panicked shrieks as chunks of meat raining over the railing.

As you performed your aerial manouvre, the goons behind the statue brought their guns to bear. "BOLTER SPOTTED! DROP HIM NOW! GO! GO! GO!" Klaus shouted as Jurric's laspistol clicked without firing.

As the man took aim, Glen popped his head with a doubletap of Las bolts whilst Sneeb took out another of the goons. The three remaining rebels panicked and started firing at the only target they had a clear shot on. That being you.

Flooring the triggers, the bullets spread around wildly, causing the wall behind you to be riddled with dents and holes. Despite the furious torrent of gunfire, two out of three shots glanced around harmlessly whilst one gave you minor bruising. As in, after all that, they still only hit you three times.

Whilst this was happening, the upper level squad was panicking, clearly distraught by the fact that a power axe just popped out of the floor and exploded someone's lower half, leaving them to struggle with their ability to organize.

> Armor 7 vs solid projectile + 4 toughness bonus = 11
> Damage received: 8+3-11, 10+3-11, 3+3-11
> You suffer 4 wounds in total
> You are now at 15/17 wounds

Laughing at the absurdity of the inaccurate gunfire that just happened, you...

> [ Here's Johnny the sequel ] Kept playing the Jaws theme in your head and resumed picking off people through the catwalk above you.
> [ Cut off the head ] Jump to try and pick off the sergeant on the upper level
> [ Hold the line ] Jump to cover and let lasguns deal with the bottom level
> [ Naughty kids get coal ] Grenades are still an option
> [ Write-in ] Creative solutions

Whoops meant to write
>You have suffered 2 wounds in total

>>4769171
> [ Here's Johnny the sequel ] Kept playing the Jaws theme in your head and resumed picking off people through the catwalk above you.

>>4769171
> [ Cut off the head ] Jump to try and pick off the sergeant on the upper level
Use the confusion to kill the sarge and cut off the head. This should distract the rest of the goons on top enough so our downstairs team can wipe the enemy squad on the low ground.

>>4769171
> [ Naughty kids get coal ] Grenades are still an option
Use em or lose em. We can always pick at the corpses for spare nades.

>>4769219
Well, only if you find someone who has a grenade launcher. These aren't hand grenades.

>>4769171
>> [ Cut off the head ] Jump to try and pick off the sergeant on the upper level

Rolled 55 (1d100)

Here's a tech check for Jurric to unfuck his gun.

Rolled 29 (1d100)

and second action (god thing he has an axe)

>>4769171
>Cut off the head
>Scream a war cry

Let them know fear!

Decapitating leadership it is!
Give me another Weapons Skill test.

d100 and a charge

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Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>4769368

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Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>4769368

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>4769368

Rolled 5 + 11 (1d10 + 11)

>>4769384
That's a very slim success there friend.
Had to actually verify from rules how much bonus did Charge actually give.

Here's for damage

Rolled 59, 79, 16 = 154 (3d100)

Rolled 2, 7, 8, 10, 6, 9, 10 = 52 (7d10)

and here's for some damage on the squad

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>>4769412

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Whilst Jurric started field-stripping his gun behind his shield to get it on working order, Glen and Sneeb calmly tapped the targets behind the defaced statue with accurate burst fire with Klaus finishing off the last terrorist with a shot from his laspistol. "First floor clear. Hostiles above."

You took a running sprint towards the statue, kicking the pedestal for rebound momentum whilst activating your jet pack, aiming straight for the guy with the biggest gun and swooping down on him with furious momentum.

Seeing the crackling glow of the power axe falling down on him, wielded by an armored human rocket causes the man to panic he tries to shield himself with the bolter, resulting only in it being cut in half along with the man who is rent asunder by the weapon's power field.

With the bottom floor squad gone and their leaders turned to fine mist, the three remaining survivors elect to run as fast as they can through the nearest doors available and locking them behind them.

"This is Aren. Top floor secure for now."
"Got it. Regroup and move out."

As you jumped down from the higher level, Jurric took the point with his shield as you moved through the narrow corridor to the terminal marked on your map.

"Glen, see if you can't get on that terminal. Rest of you set up a killzone on the corridor." Klaus barked as he leveled his towards the end of the hallway.

"Got it." Everyone got to their positions as the man got to work.
"Tactical Command, this is Boomer squad. We are attempting to seize control of the security terminal. Over."
"Boomer squad, this is tactical command. We hear you. Report once your task is complete. Over."

> Roll D100 for squad tech-check

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>4769540
Can it be said we took the commanders hat and just, fucking glued it to the top of our helmet?

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>4769540
omnisiah guide the rng

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>4769540
Oh fuck

>>4769544
These are just squad leaders, not commanders, but of you want one of those hats, it's fine.
I'm also gonna let you have an Autopistol too, because you know, you have enough room for one.

They also got a bolter and autoguns which you could try and carry, but you don't really have room with all the grenades and the power axe.

Anyway while I am writing, write in what you wanna loot from them.

I will add the stuff to your inventory if it fits and no, these guys didn't have grenades.

>>4769563
any electronics like access cards, data slates, pict recorders they have? or comms... anything really that would be useful to access things or get more intel and even if they dont have intel once purged of the data are valuable for resale.

>>4769589
You notice these guys don't carry any forms of ID or Dataslates on them or much else of anything beyond their uniforms and guns.

They have these sort of rebreather masks on them they use to protect themselves from loss of oxygen, but they do very little against explosive decompression.

They also have commbeads on for communications. There are low level access card on one of the dead squad leaders, but it's practically a hunk of plastic for reasons you will discover in the next update.

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> Unexpected assistance

"Can you break into the terminal?" Klaus asked as he was keeping his grenade launcher trained.
"Well, no and yes. I can't break the security, but it seems I may not have to? The thing is, somebody just broke into our squad's data stream and gave me administrator level access codes."
He states scratching his head.

"What do you mean broke into our data stream?" You ask
"I'm saying, I got someone show up on the squad close range network with all garbled username leaving a message, saying 'a gift for you' followed by the username and password the moment I first started looking for a backdoor."

"Are these codes something that could be sent by holdouts of loyalists?" Klaus wonders
"There's only a handful of admins on the entire station, but they shouldn't be able to break into Solar Auxilia military comms and just leave messages like that."

"Tactical command, this is Boomer squad. Somebody broke into our comms and left us administrator codes for the security terminal. How do you wish to proceed."

"Boomer squad this is tactical command. Please relay the admin codes via secure vox link and standby. Over."

"Roger Tactical Command. Sending codes. Over."

After two or so minutes of waiting you received a call.

"Boomer squad, this is tactical command. You are to login from the terminal and set up an encrypted datastream."

"Will do Tactical Command. Granting direct access."

"Access verified Boomer squad. Excellent work. You have three minutes until we initiate sector lockdown on the area. Proceed towards the plasma core and link up with Ripper squadron who are pinned down by hostiles elements. Remote access team will handle the rest. Over."

"Roger Tactical command. Over and out."

As the blast doors close behind you, your squad's HUD shows three possible methods of entry to your next destination. There's a major concentration of enemies in the area.

> [ Brutally Kunning ] Clever application of maintenance shafts and power weapons allows you to make holes in a ceiling and rain grenades down on the enemy.
> [ Kunningly Brutal ] We could sneak around them and take them from behind by using them access codes.
> [ Stuck in with da boyz ] You can use administrator level access codes to open up an escape route for ripper squadron and lock the terrorists inside whilst regrouping with them.

>>4769718
>Kunningly brutal

>>4769718
>> [ Kunningly Brutal ] We could sneak around them and take them from behind by using them access codes.

>>4769718
> [ Kunningly Brutal ] We could sneak around them and take them from behind by using them access codes.

>>4769718
>> [ Kunningly Brutal ] We could sneak around them and take them from behind by using them access codes.

>>4769563
Leta grab the autogun for ourself, and pass off the bolter and autoguns to the others if that want/need the extras.

>>4769718
>> [ Kunningly Brutal ] We could sneak around them and take them from behind by using them access codes.

>>4769718
>> [ Kunningly Brutal ] We could sneak around them and take them from behind by using them access codes.

I would personally think that getting a clear line of sight on the enemy so our launcher can make mist out of enemy troops would be better but that train has left the station.

>>4769793
As QM mentioned, too much for us and the rest of the squad already has gear. Maybe our feudal friend could use an extra gun but thats it.

>>4770492
He unjammed his gun tho.

>>4770549
Harder to jam two guns. Plus he only has a pistol.

>>4770564
And a shield and a one handed power axe and whole bunch of grenade launcher magazines.

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>>4770622
Yes, but what if he had a bolter as well?

>>4769718
>> [ Kunningly Brutal ] We could sneak around them and take them from behind by using them access codes.

Also, it seems we have either some boys in red, a former admin turncoat with military connections or some AI clusterfuckery on the station.

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> Take them from behind

Making haste towards the more central regions of the station, your squad manages to utilize the admin access codes and remote access to the security terminal, disabling alarms as well as opening and close blast doors at will to cause some logistical concerns for the enemy.

According to the Auspex readings, hostile concentration getting much more dense at this location than where you landed, revealing no less than five squads of enemies at the location you are heading to and many more on surrounding areas.

"Attention all squads, this is tactical command, do not reply. Be advised the first reinforcement wave is inbound. Over."

Sounds of a fierce firefight reverberated through the walls of the station as your squad ran and took positiob behind the last door, ready to flank your enemy.

"Ripper squad, this is Boomer squad, we are in position." Klaus reported via comms
"Boomer squad, this is Ripper squad. GET FUCKING TO IT THEN."
An annoyed reply came through the garbled vox as gunshots rang on the background.

Jurric took the point, everyone covering behind his shield, ready to engage with the enemy. You pulled back the slide on your recently acquired autopistol and nodded as Jurric punched the codes in.

You enter into a room with a whole bunch of dudes on it, all with their backs turned on to you. You have the element of surprise.

> [ Defensive formation! ] Hold behind Jurric's shield as everyone, including you, opens fire with what they got.
> [ Bolters are priority! ] Charge with Jetpack on one of squad leaders on the upper level whilst your squad focuses on the lower level.
> [Write-in] Get creative

>>4771075
> [ Bolters are priority! ] Charge with Jetpack on one of squad leaders on the upper level whilst your squad focuses on the lower level.
Realistically the only weapons here capable of seriously wounding us and being able to hit through Jurrics shield. Plus bottom level squads have no cover anyway.

>>4771075
> [ Defensive formation! ] Hold behind Jurric's shield as everyone, including you, opens fire with what they got.

>>4771075
> [Write-in] Maximize killing and creating confusion, launch as many grenades as possible against the different groups. At least one at each enemy group. Comms Ripper squad of what we are doing, so they can attack the enemy coordinated with us. After we have launch the nades, attack them. Aren should attack in melee right after the nades explosions. The squad should locate any covers before launching their nades.

>>4771105
You realise that only our sarge is capable of shooting grenades? Something he can do to the exposed downstairs enemies while we use the surprise round to take out one of the bolters on the second floor that actually threaten our feudal tank downstairs. This leaves the downstairs foes with the option of staying where they are and getting shot in the back with grenades or switch sides on the chest-high-walls and get shot in the back by Raptor squad. Meanwhile we tangle one top enemy squad and hopefully Klaus will target the other one with grenades next so we can mop up before they have a chance to use the high ground (only defense they have).

>>4771075
> [ Defensive formation! ] Hold behind Jurric's shield as everyone, including you, opens fire with what they got.

>>4771075
> [ Bolters are priority! ] Charge with Jetpack on one of squad leaders on the upper level whilst your squad focuses on the lower level.

>>4771075
> [ Bolters are priority! ] Charge with Jetpack on one of squad leaders on the upper level whilst your squad focuses on the lower level.

Rolled 29, 68 = 97 (2d100)

Jetpack it is then.
Throw D100 best out of three

There's bonuses for attacking an unaware enemy thanks to the flanking manouvre, so it's time to see how much of an overkill the grenade launcher is gonna be on burst fire.

Can't take aim action, so here goes.

Rolled 2, 10, 2, 5, 2, 3, 3, 1 = 28 (8d10)

Each grenade that hits does 2d10 explosive damage to pretty much everyone in the vicinity.

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>4771295

Rolled 45, 96, 28, 77, 45, 50 = 341 (6d100)

Here's shots from rest of squad, probably gonna hit by all rights.

Rolled 3, 2, 4, 7, 4, 5, 1, 5, 6, 2, 1, 9, 1, 10, 3 = 63 (15d10)

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>4771295
Praise the emperor and lob them nades

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>4771295
Emperor guide my axe.

Rolled 8 + 11 (1d10 + 11)

Alright, time for axe damage roll which is completely pointless.

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> Bolters take priority

As the squad takes aim, Klaus grabs points at you and then on the upper level. You give him a nod and holster the autopistol in favor of the axe. This approach had worked once, so why not twice.

Klaus leveled his grenade launcher and sent forth a barrage of fragmentation grenades left and right, completely exhausting his 6 shot drum magazine. "RELOADING! DROP THE TARGETS GO! GO! GO!"

Your squad exploded into action, meanwhile the enemy squads on the ground level just outright exploded as their positions received Klaus' generous presents.

Soaring through the air, you began barreling down the air, once again aiming for the hats and big guns. Taking bolter fire was not after all something were keen on, as durable as the SA-grade Hardened void armor was.

With a single horizontal swing carrying the momentum of your flight, your target exploded into bisected mess of gore as the power field. What was his waist was now particulate matter wafting in the air.

"Bolter kill confirmed."

You relayed to your squad as you made your landing, staring at the gunbarrels of three autoguns held by the clearly freaked out men who floored the triggers, filling the air with lead...

You know where this is going...

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>>4771342
Luv me axe. Ate traitors. Simple as.

Rolled 43, 2, 59 = 104 (3d100)

Time to see how much diddly this does!

Rolled 1, 8, 9, 2, 1, 1, 5, 6, 1, 5, 3, 3, 9, 1, 4 = 59 (15d10)

You take damage only on 9 and 10

>You take 2 wounds of damage!
>You are currently at 13/17 wounds!

Rolled 63 (1d100)

Rolled 5, 9 = 14 (2d10)

>>4771361
Once we get True grit, This is gonna be amazing.

Until that point MEDIC!

>>4771361
Take some drugs