Black Crusade: Against the False Emperor [IC]

[Tychris1]

Kalnak beats his chest, roaring out a challenge as he lowers his head and prepares for a charge. Who needed a Shotgun when you had FISTS OF FURY!

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Initiative:(1d10+7)[8]

[Seanfall]

"If we can find a med-kit I can patch you up." he offers, leaving the sermon of nurgle out. An eyebrow raises when Logan offers to lead, "And by what right do you claim leadership?" However such discussions come to an end when the Xenos came back into view.

Pleagious shook his arms loose muscles bunched up and flexed a heavy foot smacks into the ground as he propels himself forward an easy smile on his face and a curled fist ready behind him.

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Initiative
(1d10+3)[5]

[Col.Straken]

Logan smiles at Pleagious' challenge of leadership, even with the Xeno infront he talks over his shoulder "Well we need some leadership, and as former Rogue Trader, Pirate Captain and former leader of men, it only makes sense."

[Glarx]

"Are we seriously discussing leadership when there's a big, dumb creature to kill!? Measure each other once that thing's dead!"

[ArcturusV]

Robert just shook his head. That's why Lexi was always the face of the siblings, as he didn't have the sharp tongue or the social quickness to be anywhere near as snappy.

"They are crude beasts, but be careful. Their species has made gains against the Imperium and Rogue Trader dynasties for a reason."

Edit: (To be clear, basically that's my turn, I warn them, and I stand around so Lexi can hide behind me. I don't got jack to do otherwise, so just Defensive Stance for an extra Reaction)

[Col.Straken]

Logan takes a breath and slowly releases before pulling the trigger, only pausing to make sure that he has a clear shot with no-one in the way. Pulling the trigger he then says to the two unarmoured marines "Go get the Fekking thing!"

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Half Aim, Single Shot

BS: 61 +10 (aim) +10 (Short) +10 (scatter) total 91 (1d100)[89]

Damage: (1d10)[6] +4?

[Glarx]

With a growl, Lex channeled a small portion of her psychic might against the creature, attempting to slam it into the nearest wall.

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Fettered Mind over Matter. (1d100)[83] v. 90, Opposed Strength Test. If successful, the Rak'gol will be moved 2m+1/DoS.

[Henry the 57th]

The Rak'Gol digs in its talons, attempting to stay in place. Its strength proves inadequate to prevent it from being thrown, but it does not go far.

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Opposed Strength: (1d100)[38] vs 45

[Tychris1]

Kalnak rushes forward, running on all fours before lunging forward. His hand curled tightly into a fist, he lowered it close to the ground, and swung in an uppercut. All the while he screamed out.

"KALNAK PAWNCH!"

Spoiler: First stop for the Pain Train is Face city!

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Kalnak charges the monster and proceeds to try and punch it.

(1d100)[63] vs 50 (Base) + 30 (Charge)= 80 (No bonus for outnumbering him yet)

Damage:(1d10+9)[17] Primitive (7)

[Kaynebot]

The only thoughts running through Mercutio's head was that he was glad there were people between him and that xenos. Mercutio doesn't usually have a lot of valor while armed so unarmed he's even worse. Expecting that the two marines would take care of the menace, Mercutio proceeded to hide behind Lexi.

[Seanfall]

Pleagious continues his forward run, charging the beast. He raises his fists up high and slams them down onto the beast, still smiling.

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Charge
(1d100)[74] vs 95 (55 WS, +20 charge, +10 Standard, +10 ganging up.)

Damage
(1d10+13)[16] Primitive (7)

[Henry the 57th]

The Rak'Gol grits its sharp teeth and endures the impact of Kalnak's fist on its rock-hard scales. It twists itself to try and dodge Pleagious' follow-up attack. At the same time, it screams in beserk fury and drives one of its knives at Kalnak.

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Dodge: (1d100)[27] vs 26.

Half Action: Frenzy (racial trait)

Half Action: Stabbity stab stab (Standard Attack): (1d00)[1] vs. 55

Damage: (1d5+9)[14]

[Tychris1]

Kalnak, upon seeing the knife dart forward to stab him in the face, raises up a hand and attempts to slap the blade away, laughing at the attack all the while.

"Eh'd raither shae meself if it's aw th' sam tae ye."

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Parry (Kung Fu action grip!):(1d100)[61] vs 50 (Base) +10 (Parry ranked up)= 60

I'd rather shave myself if it's all the same to you!

[ArcturusV]

Robert frowned as he watched the melee. The Xenos was attacking with knives, instead of the cybernetic arm blades that they were known for. And seemed to lack any of the crude bionics that they were known for. Clearly this was an unbloodied, rookie Rak'Gol. Sad, it almost would have been interesting to get some of the simplistic bionics as a comparative study to Imperial Bionics. But it did explain how the Imperium captured one, if it was but an untrained runt rather than a marauder. Did they discover some Rak'Gol homeworld?

For now he held position, readying to intercept the Rak'Gol if he made a breakthrough towards the Humans.

[Seanfall]

His fists slammed down onto the Xenos who seemed more interested in the other astartes. Very well, he feints to the left then comes in from the right with a quick flurry of blows.

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Rolling now to help speed things up, count this whenever I would act.
Half Action: Feint. Opposed Weapon skill tests, If I win my next melee attack made during this turn cannot be Evaded.
(1d100)[84] vs 65 (+10 ganging up.)

Swift attack
(1d100)[43] vs 65 (+10 Ganging up)

will roll damage in OOC.

[Glarx]

Alexandria continued to hug herself, ready to react in the event someone or something attacked. Like the Warp-sensitive creature that Robert had sealed in the prison. She trusted his work, certainly, but when you started adding the Warp to things... well, Lex knew better than to assume any mortal artifice could hold a creature imbued with the raw stuff of Chaos.

[Tychris1]

Kalnak cried out in pain as the blade cut a gash along his cheek, the blood flowing from his face causing him to snort and buck wildly. He began to swing in wild, crazed arcs, spitting out a sea of profanities and slurs that eventually congeal into an unknowable garble of words seemingly thrown together at random.

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All Out Attack:(1d100)[10] vs 50 (Base) -10 (Fatigue) +30 (All Out) +10 Gang Up

Damage:(1d10+9)[13] Primitive (7)

Spending reaction to make another All Out Attack

All Out Attack:(1d100)[47] vs 50 (Base) -10 (Fatigue) +30 (All Out) +10 Gang Up

Damage:(1d10+9)[10] Primitive (7)

[Col.Straken]

Logan took his time aiming, now there were two hulking Astartes in the fight. He didn't particularly want to shoot one in the back and make an enemy so soon after getting his freedom again.

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[Henry the 57th]

Kalnak's blows rain hard on the creature's head, its scales cracking under his superhuman strength. It hisses its pain and stumbles, but regains its footing and nimbly dodges around Pleagious' attack, not failing for his feint. It counterattacks, jamming a bloody blade at each Space Marine.

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Half Action: Standard Attack vs. Kalnak: (1d100)[95] vs. 45
Damage: (1d5+9)[13]

Half Action: Standard Attack vs. Pleagious: (1d100)[31] vs. 45
Damage: (1d5+9)[11]

[ArcturusV]

(Placeholder post to say last verse, same as the first. Ain't got anything to do nor really any color commentary to make about the Hulk Smash going on, consider my turn over with a Delayed Action.)

[Col.Straken]

Logan finally feels that the time is right and seeing a gap in the combat pulls the trigger, praying that he hits his target.

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Standard attack: BS:61 +10 Standard +10 Short +10 Scatter +20 Aim -20 into melee vs 91 (1d100)[33] (I think that is all the right maths?)

Damage (1d10+4)[10]

[Kaynebot]

Mercutio still partially hiding behind Lexi, was mentally noting not to mess with the local Traitor Marines anytime soon. He was fascinated by the fight, wondering if anyone would experience truly nasty wounds.

[Tychris1]

Kalnak grinned madly as his fists crunched the Rak'Gols face. He began to laugh, dancing on his feet so lightly as to think he was made of air, and then resuming his assault with a wild uppercut and a haymaker. His laughter only increased as the Rak'Gol failed to stab him, and illicited this comment.

"Stab me ance, sham oan me. Stab me twice, sham oan ye!"

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All Out Attack:(1d100)[6] vs 50 (Base) +30 (All Out Attack) +10 (Ganging Up) -10 (Fatigue)

Damage:(1d10+9)[15] Primitive (7)

Spending a Reaction to swing again

All Out Attack:(1d100)[54] vs 50 (Base) +30 (All Out Attack) +10 (Ganging Up) -10 (Fatigue)

Damage:(1d10+9)[17] Primitive (7)

"Stab me once, shame on me. Stab me twice, shame on you!"

[Seanfall]

It dodged his blows, and struck in reprisal. Pleagious frowned, "That was a mistake my friend." his enhanced physiology allowed him to shrug off the worst of the attack. He raised his huge fists into the air, gripped his hands and slammed it down in a thunderous blow upon his enemy.

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All out attack
(1d100)[30] vs 95 (55 +10 Ganging up, +30 All out attack.)

Damage
(1d10+13)[23] primitive 7

[Henry the 57th]

Between the well-aimed shotgun blast and the blows from a pair of Astartes, it is ultimately unclear who struck the final blow. What is clear is that the Rak'Gol is quite dead, bloody bits of skull and brain matter splattering the marines and the surrounding deck. The body collapses to the ground, joining its human victims in the pile. The blood is now flowing so freely that the formerly steel-grey floor looks to have been painted red. Khorne is surely pleased.

Now that the fighting is over, the group has a brief chance to look around. This is a three-way intersection, with a path left, right, and back the way you came. It was barricaded more heavily to the right and left than in your direction. To the left, there are few corpses, and almost none beyond the barricade. On the other hand, another xenos corpse is visible a few meters to the right of the barricade: a second Rak'Gol, this one missing its upper right arm, bearing a crude-looking chainsword cybernetic in its place. Blood still oozes from the numerous puncture wounds that have rendered its chest little more than fleshy pulp. It is surrounded by the corpses of at least a dozen more of the ship's men-at-arms. All in all, perhaps twenty men were stationed here.

[Glarx]

"Great work, gentlemen," the psyker said, clapping her hands together. Lexi waited until the beast was definitely dead before speaking, though -- no sense in distracting the warriors while they were doing their thing. "Judging by the corpses, the way to the right might lead us to the security checkpoint and the armory. The left might have additional cells. Just a guess, though. I'm basing this strictly on corpse distribution -- the racksmacker might have thrown the corpses around as it killed them. But yeah. Down the right is my suggestion."

[ArcturusV]

Well... now that it was all over, Robert walked forward slowly, just barely keeping ahead of Lexi. When they came across the body that the Shotgun had been looted from (and the bodies the Rak'Gol had been looming over), Robert searched the bodies. Not just for some potentially useful tool (Although he'd definitely take something, even a knife off the Rak'Gol, and giving the other to Lexi, any keys, other such useful objects), but also for markings that might have given him an idea of who these Naval officers were, what vessel or fleet they might have been from, and confirm some of his earlier suspicions.

Presumably armed with a knife now, and handing Lexi one, he looked over at the other Rak'Gol, with it's crude cybernetics. He frown slightly as he studied it. "... clearly they would have used a restraining device, similar to what they did to me..." he surmised, and started towards the Fallen Rak'Gol, finding a sign of how he might have disabled it or removed it seemed highly useful to him at the moment.

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Getting one of the Rak'Gol's knives for me. Another for Lexi in case she wants something to throw around.

Off chance I need to roll my Common Lore (Imperial Navy) on the searching the fallen Naval Officers:

(1d100)[34] vs 63 Intelligence, trained in Common Lore (Imperial Navy).

[Seanfall]

Pleagious wipes the blood and bits off his body, and like robert sifts through the bodies looking for any weapon he could use. A chain sword would be ideal, but a mono-knive or a gun would be the next best thing. "Hmm.." He watches Robert approach the other Rak'gol.

"If you can remove that cybernetic do you think you could make the chainsword work for someone else?"

[ArcturusV]

Robert frowned as he considered it. He had thought of the Rak'Gol crude, simplistic cybernetics merely as a toy, an interesting study on what the first crude, early cybernetics of man may have looked like. Similarly to how faithful men might view the primitive sun worship as a precursor to the mysticism of modern faiths.

"It is a crude thing. I doubt it would end up close to Imperial Standards. Serviceable perhaps, if you care little for craftsmanship. With proper tools, time, and work space I might elevate this crude item to a true weapon..." he frowned, pondering the project, and if he really wanted to take it on. Weeks perhaps of constant work to make this into an item that he might not be entirely ashamed to call his work. Far more crude and simplistic than the Eldar Technology he was used to dealing with, he doubted it was outside his ability.

[Col.Straken]

Logan smiled as the creature died, "Clearly they aren't as deadly as this inferior crew suggest. I concur that we head to the right, The mass of troop would be towards the armoury. However I also suggest we consider returning the other way, if we are to escape or possibly even capture this ship, we will need more men and more cells are a good place to start." watching both ways as the others rooted through the dead, he kept guard, content with the shotgun he had acquired.