The Sin of Pride - Deathwatch

[DrK]

Under the impact of the heavy bolter rounds the two men literally disintergrate, pieces of body parts splattering the inside of the bulkhead. The one armed man facing Kol is dispatched seconds later leaving the corridor clear of foes.

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As you stand in the midst of the carnage the Sin's crew surges past, surveying the destruction with an eerie silence and awe stricken looks. The marines care not, their minds occupied only by their objectives and kilometres of shifting and twisting conduit filled corridor to traverse...

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Where are the marines going next?

[DrK]

The goliath shakes and roars with the explosions and gun battle raging through the corridors as The Sin's crewmen fight in narrow chokepoints and are held at armoured bulkheads within the ship guarded by the strangely strong and resilient enemy crew. Even with Commander Korvin's excellent leadership the brave men and women of The Sin make slow progress and with the bodies strewn in corridors it has been costly...

Near the fore of the ship and mid-decks the Deatwatch Kill team is situated some 400m from the bridge that lies slightly fore and many long twisting decks above them, the sensorioum buried under the prow direcly above them and the vast plasma refining tanks beneath them leading down to the converted launch bays where even now hundreds of enemy crew hurry and bustle loading melta warheads under the wings of void fighters ready to rain destruction down on the Sin.

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Feel free to split up but let me know how the split is going and we can get cracking raiding the goliath!

[Intro]

Lexicanium Kol, Flesh Tearers

Kol closes his eyes for a moment, savoring the smell and feel of the blood now slicking the corridor, then turns his attention away. "Well, let us quit wasting time," he says. "Techmarine, we shall take the bridge. Naaman and Conall, take the launch bays. Try not to blow up the plasma refinery. Ivar, pace us and cover our flank for the moment, but feel free to take targets of opportunity."

[Starbin]

Conall reached down to remove a strip of padding from one of the dead heretics. It took a moment to find a piece that had escaped being drenched in blood, but once he found one, he cleaned his claymore and returned it to its sheath. To Kol's orders, he nodded curtly, glancing at Naaman. "Done."

Checking the route to the bays, he readied his weapons and stepped towards the access shaft. Kol had called for haste, afterall.

[Caimheul]

Naaman speaks a single word in response to Kol's instructions: "Acknowledged." He pauses long enough to pick up one of the shell casings from his last lethal volley before following Conall, keeping alert for any ultimately futile ambushes.

[DrK]

The inside of the vast converted terraforming vessel is a maze of conduits, corridors and access hatches all organised in a twisty horrific manner to confuse anyone boarding the ship. Gunfire and the screams of the dying echoed in the smoke filled corridors lit only by the strobing light of emergency lamps and glowing alarms...

Ivar

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Creeping ghostlike down corridors, boltgun snapping occasionally as he encountered lone enemy crewmen who were then brutally dispatched the Space Wolf crept through the maze of wire and conduit filled access crawlways as stealthy as a hunting cat. After some 15 minutes by his reckoning he could see the main access to the sensorium sadly sealed, though a whirring sound above distracted his fopcu for a second as he noted the 6ft diameter air shaft. Minutes later as he sat crouched shrouded in his colour shifting camo cloak in an large air vent, the fan blades whirring an inch beneath his feet he could see vast collection of cogitator banks, hololithic display screens and massed comm-servitors and scribes in the brightly lit circular room beneath him. He counted, heard, smelled and saw some 15 security troops- worthless heretical humans with strange form fitting xeno-mesh body suits and las-weapons- and sitting in a command chair in the centre of the large circular web of displays an arrogant specimen of a man with 3 bars of rank on his shoulder and an immaculate uniform barking orders to the scribes and comm-servitors manning the consoles.

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Concealment (1d100)[81] TN 54 + cloak + cover from vent
Silent Move (1d100)[42] TN 64 + Cover from battle

- Bad guy initiative for when needed (1d10+3)[8]

If you're happy with the situation, you're in a large air vent some 4m above the floor of a large circular room housing the sensorium controls. The room is ~40m in diameter with a single set of sealed doors. The room is filled with banks of computers and display screens and some 60 or so unarmoured and unarmed scribes and technicians. In a command throne in the centre of the room is an enemy officer and there are 15 "Heretical guardsman" scattered mainly near the large door (A small horde +10 to hit it)

Connal and Namaan

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The Storm warden and Dark Angel leave a trails of dead and dying in their wake as they encounter small groups of enemy crew or the pinned down and confused crewmen from the Sin. The march of the massive marines is inexorable however as they force their way aft literally hacking through massive ceramite and armourplast bulkheads and walls when the maze of cramped corridors and access hatches grows too much.

As they push aft the resistance grows stronger as the enemy seek to protect the valuable launch bays. Soon the heavy bolter glows red hot and the claymore is covered in red gore. A pause allows a moment to regain order and prepare, having been exploring the confusing layout for some 15 minutes... As they scout a corner they have found one of their objectives. Ahead of them, some 20m down the wide if low ceilinged corridor they can see a large set of armoured blast doors. Marked with words in low Gothic that read Hangar Bay Alpha. The corridor widens here from the small maze of narrow crawlways to a vast thoroughfare some 10m wide and crouched behind hastily erected barricades of ammo crates, barrels and other paraphenelia are an entire platoon of some 30 enemy troops in flak armour and face encompassing helmets clutching a motley collection of lascarbines and autoguns. The largest threat however comes from the crew served autocannon perched behind an abandoned metal crate and the murder-servitor laden down with twin-linked heavy bolters.

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You have just come down a narrow corridor and at the end it meets the the main thoroughfare. 20m to the right are the main blast doors to the landing bay. To the left at the intersection the large corridor heads up to another set of sealed blast doors. You can see 4 other small corridors branching off to the left and right similar to the small corridor you're currently crouched in.

There is a horde of 30 guardsmen; 1 gun servitor and 1 crew served autocannon.
Due to the noise and chaos you will get the surprise round.

Bad guy initiative (1d10+3)[5]

Makradon and Kol

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With crackling lightning and the red hot glow of promethium Kol and Markradon forge a path upstairs towards the bridge. The going is slow as the enemy defenders become more elite as you push forward but encountering them in 2s and 3's they don't even give you pause before being rent asunder or burned to death horribly.

After some 15 minutes of exploring the fore section of the ship the corridors around you change. Instead of bare metal and exposed conduits its more white marble and alblaster busts, of what was once human saints, but are now disturbing alien shapes, heavily cowled yet unmistakably humaniod, they seem almost to move and shift to the eye as they glitter in a disturbing manner.

Your threat registers activate in your helmet HUDs as you can see a large set of double doors ahead. Both doors slightly ajar. Eyes picking out any details you can see that beyond the two doors the corridor opens up into a large meeting chamber that throngs with life. A pair of stairs rise up to the left and right curling around to meet at the top in a large balcony where you can see a heavily armoured secure transport tube. The meeting room has been militarised in the extreme, heavily armoured elite enemy troops lining the balcony, the stairs and crouched behind turned over benches and tables. These you recognise, the all encompassing carpace armour, the energy backpacks and the large bulky hellguns. The more pressing issue as mere me do not matter to the Angels of Death is the Towering enemy Captain standing atop the balcony in the heart of his men clad in a suit of ancient Ignis model power armour. A forearm mounted plasma weapon on his right arm and faintly buzzing powerlongsword, 6ft long clasped in both hands...

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You guys have a 3m walk to a pair of slightly ajar doors (with cover from statues) then it opens into what can best be described as the entrance hall of an old school mansion with curving staircases to the left and right that meet in a balcony at the top.

There is a 30 strong horde spread about the stairs and balcony and the Boss at the top of the stairs.

Like this-

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But with more hellgun toting carapace armoured guards and a bad guy in power armour atop the balcony.

Enemy Initiative when you burst in... (1d10+4)[7]

To ALL

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If you want to add more details or converse in your 15 minutes of roaming and slaughter please feel free.

Also I need 1 attack roll of you choice - If you miss please take 1 wound from the random skirmishes and traps and the like on your way in.
With ranged weapons please expend ~4 "lots" of ammunition depending on whether you'd typically be firing in single, semi- or full-auto mode.

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Makradon and Kol

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Initiative: (1d10+4)[14]

++You take the captain, Brother-Librarian, I will clear out this rabble++

Makradon kicks open the door and plays the heavy flamer over the Captain's guard.

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8+(1d5)[1] hits
(2d10+6)[9][10](25)
(2d10+6)[10][5](21)
(2d10+6)[1][7](14)
(2d10+6)[8][9](23)
(2d10+6)[6][8](20)
(2d10+6)[8][4](18)
(2d10+6)[9][4](19)
(2d10+6)[5][9](20)
(2d10+6)[9][2](17)
(2d10+6)[4][10](20)
(2d10+6)[8][8](22)
(2d10+6)[5][9](20)
(2d10+6)[5][2](13)

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extra BS test
(1d100)[27] vs 54+20

[Intro]

Lexicanium Kol, Flesh Tearers

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Kol grins inside his helmet. Perhaps they would find sport this day after all. He extends the fingers of his free hand and the air about him grows greasy and chill and... wrong as lightning extends out from his fingertips toward the armoured figure.

Kol follows the lightning into the room, hoping that the officer survived so that he could test the man in melee.

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Test to avoid wound: WS 58, (1d100)[57]

Initiative: (1d10+5)[6]

Half: Smite, pushed

(1d100)[47], TN 86 (+10 if w/in 30m)

Phenomena:(1d100)[78], (1d100)[39] (Rite of Sanctioning results in Dark Foreboding)

Damage:(6d10)[37], Pen 6, affects all w/in 6m of target. (Hopefully this isn't too much, given we're supposed to take officers alive. EDIT: Looks like it might be - I was hoping for about the average 30, figuring that the armor + toughness would be enough to leave him in crit damage territory. Maybe he has a lot of wounds? Oh well, maybe there'll be more officers handy.)

Half: Move 5m to cover

[Caimheul]

Naaman and Conall

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The firefights raged in the corridors, and Naaman took another blow. In the adrenaline rush of combat he didn't even notice, continuing to shred the enemy with his heavy bolter. His paring with the claymore wielding Storm Warden prevented him from using his metal storm ammunition as he did not want to catch the assault marine in the blast. Rounding the final corner before the loading bay he immediately opened up on what he viewed to be the highest threat target, the servitor.

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Full Auto on Servitor: (1d100)[96] 15 from reroll vs 65 +20 Full Auto +20 Surprise round, +10 Sort range, +10 Oath 125 Total
Damage 1: (1d10+14)[17] or (1d10+14)[18] (1d10+12 +2Mighty Shot which i forgot earlier, coulda made that guy blow up even more! ) Right Leg
Damage 2: (1d10+14)[19] or (1d10+14)[15] Right Leg
Damage 3: (1d10+14)[21] or (1d10+14)[17] Body
Damage 4: (1d10+14)[16] or (1d10+14)[18] Right Arm
Damage 5: (1d10+14)[16] or (1d10+14)[17] Head
Damage 6: (1d10+14)[22] or (1d10+14)[20] Body

Current Status:

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Wounds: 18/21
Fate points: 3/3
Ammo: 196/250 Heavy Bolter
60/60 Metal Storm (HB)
28/28 Kraken (Bolt Pistol)

[Starbin]

Reaching their objective had been tedious work. Fortunately (or unfortunately), it was not difficult enough to take its toll on the legendary Space Marine endurance. Over time, holding the mighty cannon steady as its incessant, deep staccato reverbrated through the hallways of the ship, or continuously swinging the huge blade might wear on the two warriors ... but not yet.

As they approached a T in the cramped quarters, Conall peered carefully around the corners to glance both ways. He caught sight of a group of dug-in troops, ducking his head back before they saw him. The sounds of weapons fire, screams and explosions must have covered their approach, because none of the men seemed intent on the corridor.

Leaning back, he glanced back at Naaman. Holding up a three fingers and a fist, he motioned towards himself. Pointing at his Battle-Brother's heavy bolter, he raised up two fingers, then pointed back at Naaman.

Without missing a beat, Naaman stepped around the corner and unleashed hell on the unsuspecting scum. Conall waited for 20 heart beats of blazing metal, listening to the explosive bolts rip into the servitor, before spinning around the corner and launching himself towards the largest concentration of men.

With his jump pack providing momentum and his shoulder lowered, Conall hit the heretics with his bulk, taking advantage of their suprise as he raised his sword high to attack ...

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Full Attack: Thunder Charge
Unarmed Attack #1 - WS 44 + 10 (Charge) + 30 (Surprise) + 30 (Magnitude) = TN 104 (w/max bonus): (1d100)[87]
Dam #1 (if needed) = (1d10+14)[15]
Unarmed Attack #2 TN 104: (1d100)[81] EDIT: 1 extra hit
Dam #2 (if needed) = (1d10+14)[17]
Unarmed Attack #3 TN 104: (1d100)[98]
Dam #3 (if needed) = (1d10+14)[19]
Unarmed Attack #4 TN 104: (1d100)[9] EDIT: 4 extra hits
Dam #4 (if needed) = (1d10+14)[16]
Unarmed Attack #5 TN 104: (1d100)[7] EDIT: 4 extra hits
Dam #5 (if needed) = (1d10+14)[24] EDIT: Potential RF
Unarmed Attack #6 TN 104: (1d100)[38] EDIT: 3 extra hits
Dam #6 (if needed) = (1d10+14)[19]

Charge attack w/blade - TN 104: (1d100)[50] EDIT: 2 extra hits
Dam (if needed) = (1d10)[10], (1d10)[2] +16 EDIT: Potential RF

EDITS: Updated to correct TN for attacks; extra hits and potential RFs identified. Extra rolls will be in OOC

[DrK]

Makradan & Kol

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Hell literally breaks out as the two black armoured marine explode through the door sending splinters of wood and debris over the room. Makradon plays the flames over the lower stairs as the burning promethium consumes men, stair and barricade alike in its fiery hunger as 9 of the enemy "elite" troops drop screaming as the flames consume them and dissolve into fleshy molten goo.

The librarian's lightning is as impressive a virtual storm of death that crackles along the top the balcony, every carapace clad solider the lightning touching exploding, his body lit with blue light before his skeleton reducing to black ash and the laser capacitors in his backpack igniting adding to the carnage. the enemy captain is blown sideways tumbling backwards as the full force of Kol's mind slams into him. Shockingly he rises! Lightning and smoke streaming off the heavy carapace a veritable storm of electrical energy surging over him as his power field crackles and hisses overloaded entirely by the energy hurled into him by the librarian. He moves to target the Librarian even as the massive marine darts into cover...

the handful of remaining men refuse to break as they cower on the staircase to the left, the one not lit with blazing fire or crackling psychic lightning hands clutched on hellguns and faces trapped behind terror and exhilaration...

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Holy moly!
Between Kol and Makradon they've killed 25 of the horde. Its now magnitude 5 so only a +10 to hit.

The enemy officer was saved by his powerfield. Took no damage but then it overloaded

Order is
Makradon
Bad guys
Kol

Namaan & Conall

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The marines burst around the corner as the enemy platoon started into action. The gun servitor moved to track them, servos whirring and red dot laser playing over the dark angel's carapace but the marine, trained for centuries in the art of death was faster. A stream of heavy bolter rounds playing into the servitor as the man-machine was literally torn to bits no limb attached to the now steaming body..

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After TB/armour you did an impressive 67 wounds not counting the 4 additional hits that you didn't even roll damage for as you hit him with all 10 shots of your full auto burst literally tearing it bits!

The massive storm warden was a true angel of death as he landed amongst the men that seemed like playthings to such a giant. Even in landing as the jump pack flared he landed rolling over the barricade the weight of the marine and the burning fumes from the jet pack crushing and killing several men. His training kicked in sword lashing out ripping 11!! of the men open from end to end even as he spun and kicked, punched and headbutted, each blow strong enough to break steel, easily crushing a head or a rib cage...

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Well you killed 3 with the sword and then a shocking 1+2+1+5+5+4 with your unarmed attacks for a horrific total of 21!! plus an additional (1d10)[8] if you're in squad mode still.

The servitor exploding and the horror unleashed by the marine tearing so many apart without even break a sweat was too much for the lone survivor to bear as he ran screaming, throwing down weapons, urine staining his flak pants running to the narrow access corridor opposite from where Namaan stood, the heavy bolter smoking and spent casings littering the ground.

The carnage by the sealed hangar doors was horrendous with rent open bodies, burned corpses and so many just crushed by massive punishing blows that it made reaching the door awkward. Though it was obvious that the massive ceramite door was sealed. Though even through the thick metal they could hear the sounds of void jest firing up and heavy machinery moving around...

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Makradon stands firm, continuing to douse the troopers with blazing promethium. As the last of them falls, he calls out to the librarian ++Take him!++

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More than enough hits without rolling.

Damage (1d10+12)[8](20) p6

(I am using errata weapon stats - is that correct for this game?)

[DrK]

The last of the heavyily armoured enemy storm troopers fall under the fountain of liquid death. The burning stairs to either side of the enemy captain and the liquifying molten bodies and stench of roasted flesh giving the power armoured figure the look of some sort hell-spawn...

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Well done on kill in a horde in 3 actions!
And yes, the errated weapon stats are the correct ones to be using.

The enemy power armoured officer will post when I get home to my books.

[Starbin]

Conall stood still for a moment, blood dripping from his blade and armor. Except for the single, fleeing heretic, nothing moved in the carnage surrounding both Marines. He considered chasing down the last man, but knew the mission took priority over vengence.

Nodding to Naaman, the Storm Warden moved to stand near the huge doors, listening to the sounds of engines firing up. Gripping his weapon, he readied himself to open the door.

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Not sure how the launch bays work ... can you open the doors w/o getting sucked out into space? If so, Conall will try to open the door. Checking for a control mechanism first, then we'll consider 'alternative' approaches

[DrK]

Conall & Namaan

Through the doors you can hear the banging of metal and the whirring of jet engines and cranes and other heavy machinery and the. The door however does seem to be sealed, an data-lock on the side needing some sort of swipe or pass code to be entered to unlock the massive air lock doors.

Kol & Makradon

Even as the last of the troops are set on fire their leader ins his set of baroque power armour raises his arm, bursts of plasma fire from the plasma-blaster streaking towards the where Kol was sheltering in the shadow of a pillar, a welter of plasma bolts ripping the pillar apart around the librarian but leaving him unscathed.

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Full-auto burst w/motion predictor (1d100)[91] TN 72 -- aww come on!
-Dodge (1d100)[59] TN 50
- Damage (1d10+7)[13] (1d10+7)[16] (1d10+7)[14] (1d10+7)[8]
- All PEN 6 (Left Arm/Left Leg/Body in AP8 cover)

[Intro]

Lexicanium Kol, Flesh Tearers

Kol grins ferally as the armoured figure shrugs off the psychic lightning and fires a stream of plasma bolts in his direction. He jumps up and triggers his jump pack as he clears the ruins of the pillar, launching himself towards the balcony and the satisfaction of meeting his opponent blade-to-blade.

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Full Action: Charge (30m), WS 58 + Charge 10 = TN 68
(1d100)[72]

Damage: (1d10+15)[16], Pen 5
Force Weapon Opposed WP test: Unfettered, TN 71, (1d100)[72]

Parry: WS 58 + Balanced 10 = 68

(Hopefully 30m is enough to get to the officer. Otherwise I'll have to redo things.)

[Caimheul]

Naaman and Conall:

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Naaman stows his heavy bolter in order to search the bodies of the guards, in order to see if they were foolish enough to give a guard the key to the door they were supposed to protect.

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Search (1d100)[91] vs 60

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Makradon takes up his bolter and fires a single shot at the enemy captain, aiming for the man's legs. His shot goes wide, ricocheting around the room.

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Called Shot: (1d100)[64] vs 54-20(Called)+10(Hulking)-20(Melee)+10(Range) = 34
FP reroll if needed (1d100)[94] vs 54-20(Called)+10(Hulking)-20(Melee)+10(Range) = 34

Damage (1d10+9)[14]

[DrK]

Conall and Naaman

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Rifling through the bodies, or at least breaking them in half and seeing what falls out as a giant hulking marine is wont to do the Dark Angel does find a keypad. An archaic looking thing of precious metals and crackling wire wrapped around the severed head of the platoon leader.

As you hold it daintily in your massive armoured paws you can see strange writing in a language that you don't understand on it. But it seems to be a fairly simple proximity door opening device...

[DrK]

Kol and Makradon

The massive hulking enemy officer ducks backwards raising his own powerblade as it deflects the librarians fast and brutal attack. Ignoring the bolt shell tearing through a balcony support by his feet he goes on the offensive two-handed power blade hacking brutally at the Blood Angel successor.

As it swung down at his face one of Kol's thought's was that the heavy longbladed power longswords were a popular weapon with senior officers of the Brontian Longknives... the thought vanishing as the massive marine's force sword met and blocked the human officer's swings with contemptous ease.

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Swift attack
Attack 1 (1d100)[80] TN 55 (parry (1d100)[10] TN 68) -miss
Damage (1d10+12)[22] PEN6
Attack 2 (1d100)[65] TN 55 - miss
Damage (1d10+12)[20] PEN6

While Intro's dice hate him it seems the forum dice roller hates all my bad guys!

[Caimheul]

Conall and Naaman:

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Naaman carefully stows the device, and reloads his heavy bolter with the clip of metal storm rounds he brought. He then moves to the side of the door, and once Conall has taken up a similar position on the other side, puts the device near the reader, attempting to unlock the door.

[DrK]

Conall and Namaan

The red locking lights turn green with a faint Ping and the vast airlock doors break their seal with a hiss of gas and retract into the doors revealing a bustling flight deck on the other side.

The cavernous hangar hold is a hive activity, dozens of void fighters in haphazard rows with fuelling trucks and ordinance wagons loading nephium fuel and plasma warheads onto the waiting birds. Dozens more maintenance men stand by every plane fine tuning the aged systems and plugging small leaks as swaggering pilots sit waiting the in cockpits all the action centred around the 4 massive cargo lifts waiting to take the planes down to the lower bay and into the waiting void.

At first no-one notices the doors opening but gradually the panic spreads as the deck crews see the 2 marines standing amidst the piles of dead guards- a red warning klaxon goes off...

The security team move to intercept as most of the ground crew move to flee...

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You are in a massive hangar some 400m long (you are in the middle of a long edge) and 200m wide. The centre is lined by 4 x 50m by 50m cargo lifts (with airlocks) that take planes down to the launch deck beneath.

Inside the hangar is ~30 void fighters lining the walls ( many with fuelling trucks or holders with melta and plasma warheads beside them.)

there are 2 hordes of maintenance personnel. Both hordes of 120 (so a whopping +60 to hit); one to the left, one to the right. Mostly unarmoured and unarmed.

One horde of maintenance servitors to the right (30 strong)- no guns

One horde of security troops near the middle (so ~100m away)
--> Horde 50 Guardsmen

Two aggressive looking chaps in Cargo lifters - one 200m away near the right hand wall, one ~30m away fitting a melta missile onto a plane wing al la aliens:-

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[Intro]

Lexicanium Kol, Flesh Tearers

Kol grins as his opponent parries his first strikes aside. While he gained satisfaction in testing the skills (and patience) of his fellow Marines, he enjoyed testing himself even more. He summons a trickle of energy from the warp, enough to sheathe his arm in a glowing aura strong enough to repel even the power field of his opponent's sword.

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Half Action: Iron Arm psychic power, Unfettered. WP 56 + PR3 15 = TN 71
(1d100)[25]
On success, gets an additional Parry each round at 67.

Half Action: Standard Attack, WS 58 + Hulking 10 = TN 68
(1d100)[91]

Damage: (1d10+15)[17], Pen 5
Force Weapon Opposed WP test: Unfettered, TN 71, (1d100)[29] (Don't know if this count's as a second psychic power, and if I can only use one a turn in DW - not near my books at the moment.)

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Parry: WS 58 + Balanced 10 = TN 68 or Dodge: Agi 50 = TN 50
Parry: WS 58 + Iron Arm 9 = TN 67

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Attempting another kneecapping, Makradon tracks the dueling swordsmen, looking for an opening he can exploit. He fires again, his bolt flying through the space between the two combatants. "Rust," he breathes, in an exclamation he had learnt on Mars as a neophyte.

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Called Shot: (1d100)[87] vs 54-20(Called)+10(Hulking)-20(Melee)+10(Range) = 34
FP reroll if needed (again) (1d100)[37] vs 54-20(Called)+10(Hulking)-20(Melee)+10(Range) = 34


Damage (1d10+9)[15]

[DrK]

Kol and Makradon

As the bolt shell rips more the balcony apart and the swords clash, disengage and clash once more the Power longsword swings round with lightning speed again lashing out towards Kol's throat...

Kol is too good, too quick and too strong the force sword hammering back the longsword every single time as the marine is untouched by the pathetic human's feeble efforts.

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Swift attack
(1d100)[96] TN 55 Vs Parry (1d100)[16] TN 68
Damage (1d10+12)[19] PEN 6

(1d100)[90] TN 55 Vs Parry (1d100)[90] TN 68/67
Damage (1d10+12)[20] PEN 6

All I ask for is one hit! Come on!

[Starbin]

Standing still for a moment to take stock of the situation, Conall watched as the heretics noticed their arrival and the panic started. Most of those gathered he dismissed - unarmed technicians and workers who would provide little threat and less of a challenge. The security team was another issue, but at one hundred meters, it would take him more than a few moments to cross the open space and engage. At this distance, his bolter would ride them of a scant handful, but nothing appreciable. Glancing at Naaman's huge weapon, he knew his brother was better equipped to deal with the guards.

To the other side, however, was an opponent that might be worth some effort. However, he too was outside an extended jump. Switching weapons faster than the unaugmented eye could follow, Conall pulled for his bolter and leapt forward towards the human in the cargo loader. Landing close to cover, he raised his weapon and fired at the man's head ...

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Making an assumption that the loader counts as Hulking. Guessing no surprise this time. So, here it is ...
Free Action: Ready Bolter
Half Action: Move 8m (looking for cover from the guards)
Half Action: Shoot
BS 42 + 10 [range] + 10 [Red dot] - 20 [called shot] = TN 42 (whoo boy)
Damage (if nit): (1d10+9)[13]X, Pen 4

Unless we have surprise, or some other bonus for shooting a guy who is otherwise engaged, a 57 is a miss.

[rb780nm]

Makradon tries a third shot at the Captain's legs.

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(1d100)[21] vs 34
(1d10+9)[18]

[Caimheul]

Seeing the horde of traitor guardsmen, Naaman turns his heavy bolter towards them, and opens up with the explosive bolt rounds

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Full Auto on Guardsmen Horde: (1d100)[92] TN 65 + 20 Full Auto, + 30 Horde, +10 Oath = 125
Pen: 3 Blast(2)
Damage 1: (1d10+12)[20]
Damage 2: (1d10+12)[14]
Damage 3: (1d10+12)[16]
Damage 4: (1d10+12)[17]
Damage 5: (1d10+12)[19]
Damage 6: (1d10+12)[16]
Extra Damage to magnitude from Unrelenting: (1d5)[4]

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Wounds: 18/21
Fate points: 3/3
Ammo: 196/250 Heavy Bolter
54/60 Metal Storm (HB)
28/28 Kraken (Bolt Pistol)

[DrK]

Conall & Naaman

Conall's bolt shell goes wild clanging off one of the heavy struts of the machine as it lumbers towards the 2 marines, a movement matched by the other one as they close on the invading Astartes. The nearest advancing getting very close still clutching the melta missile like a large club. The other breaking into a hesitant run.

The servitors, unware and slow of thought and movement continue their slow building and repairs whilst the crewmen and maintenance workers flee to wards the hangar door on the far side of the great cavern.

THe horde of guardsman dive for cover amidst the struts and fuel lines and void fighters as the metal storm rounds assail them with a welter razor sharp steel. 13 of them fall, limbs ripped off and chests blown clean through leaving bloody streaks on the harsh decking.

The remaining guardsmen return fire, laser fire ripping the air around the two Marines... Conall avoiding the worst of it but Namaan lighting up las fire crackles around him in a halo of superheated air. The ancient heresy armour cracking slightly as the only Namaan's super hardened body stops him being killed outright...

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Cargo hauler 1 now 14m from Conall
Cargo hauler 2 now 170m away

1 semi-auto fire at Conall
(1d100)[91] TN 43 (including my +30 horde bonus)
-dodge (1d100)[21] TN ~40 ish
-Damage (3d10+3)[20] (3d10+3)[18]

2 semi-auto fire at Naaman
(1d100)[4] TN 43 (including my +30 horde bonus)
-dodge (1d100)[89] TN ~40 ish
-Damage (3d10+3)[29] (3d10+3)[16]

(1d100)[23] TN 43 (including my +30 horde bonus)
-dodge (1d100)[35] TN ~40 ish
-Damage (3d10+3)[20] (3d10+3)[11]

Ouch. Really sorry Caimheul. Dice not looking Naaman today. He takes 15 wounds. 12 from the first volley, 3 from the second.

Kol & Makradon

Distracted by the hulking librarian in front of him the enemy officer is slow to dodge and the bolt shell tearing into his knee is a sudden shock to him as the armour fractures and fragments burn and scorch the joint beanth leaving him stumbling and possibly easy prey for the fast as lightning force sword...

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The poor chap takes 11 wounds to his head

[Intro]

Lexicanium Kol, Flesh Tearers

Kol growls as his single combat is interrupted, but looks to take advantage of the opportunity all the same, slicing at the armoured figure's back as it stumbles to the side...

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Free: Drops psychic power

Half Action: Feint, WS 58 vs. WS 55
(1d100)[27] vs. (1d100)[48]
On success, can't be parried

Half Action: Standard Attack, WS 58 + Hulking 10 = TN 68
(1d100)[50]

Damage: (1d10+15)[18], Pen 5
Force Weapon Opposed WP test: Unfettered, TN 71, (1d100)[47]

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Parry: WS 58 + Balanced 10 = TN 68 or Dodge: Agi 50 = TN 50

EDIT: Ha, finally some success! Can I moderate my Force sword ability to not-kill the guy?