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Distracted by the bolt shell tearing through his leg the enemy leader stumbles. Kol leaps forward, feinting the off balance man who stands no chance of parrying.
The force sword cleaves upwards under the man's chin tearing off most of the side of his helmet alongs with a good section of the man's face as he reels backwards spraying blood in a wide arc as ot gushes from his shattered face...
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Its a rending crit 6 to the face
Fatigue (1d5)[2]
Blood Loss
Facial disfigurement (1d10)[1]
(1-3=eye, 4-7= nose, 8-10= ear)
Blood pouring from his ruined face, his left eye hacked clean off his face and his body wracked with fatigue and near death the man's determination digs in and he lunges forward, one last desperate attempt to take the marine down and then secure his own fame everlasting even in death...
The massive powerlongsword lunges forward towards Kol's face but with an effortless flick of the blood splattered sword Kol deflects it watching the half blind blood soaked figure stagger past.
Conall heard the las-gun fire behind him, but was focused on the foe in front of him. His eyes narrowed as the man in the exoskeleton stepped forward, now well withing reach. Triggering his jump pack, he crossed the distance quickly, his bolter swapped for the claymore in an instant.
Naaman is shrouded by the wall of las fire that strikes him, many of the shots finding the joints of his armour. With greater resolve, he fires at them again.
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First things first: healing: (1d10)[2] Am afb so I think that's the number of wounds I recover for a fate point.
Full Auto on Horde! (1d100)[44] TN 125 (65 +30 Horde +20 Full Auto, +10 Oath
Damage 1: (1d10+12)[16]
Damage 2: (1d10+12)[16]
Damage 3: (1d10+12)[19]
Damage 4: (1d10+12)[13]
Damage 5: (1d10+12)[21]
Damage 6: (1d10+12)[21]
Extra Damage to magnitude from Unrelenting: (1d5)[1]
So that's 6 hits, 12 damage to magnitude due to Blast(2), +1 from UD, +1 Explosive = 14 guardsmen disappear. Is there a rule concerning them taking 50% losses or 25% losses in one round of shooting requiring a wp test? or am I confusing it with tabletop 40k?
Damaged and scorched the dark angel barely notices the crippling injuries as he turns the heavy bolter on the massive force of guards opposing them. From the barrel of the heavy bolter the metal storm rounds create a literal hurricane of death that tears off arms, faces and rips apart delicate void fighter wings and shreds refuelling and power lines. As the firestorm halts, spent rounds scattering around his feet Namaan can see the bolt-shocked survivors of the security force scattering and racing the mechanics to the doorways on the far side, another 14 of their fellows lying twitching and bloodied on the hangar floor- only 23 of the 50 having survived contact with the marines.
Conall launches himself at the cargo loader with a vast flying kick and chop of the Claymore. Unable to dodge in the massive machine the hapless driver is unable to stop impact of the marines boot to his face that smashes the bridge of his nose leaving him stunned and confused before the massive claymore chops down in a huge swing severing both steel and flesh arm in an explosion of hyrdaulic fluid and blood. the cargo loader swings round and bounces across the floor before slamming into a nearby void fighter knocking the struts out from under it...
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Very dead. As the unarmed attack stunned him- you would win the takedown roll-off.
The two marines survey the scene, hundreds of fleeing mechanics and crew jostling at the doorways trying to escape and the nearest cargo lifter still some 140m as it rolls forward stumbling towards you.
200m to your right - inwards on the ship- you can see commotion through massive glass windows of the control room, figures darting here and there and the arrival of a more reinforcements as hellgun and carapace armoured figures pour out on to the balcony 30m up to respond...
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In the elevated control room some 200m to your right an elite security team has arrived. Its 20 guys with carapace/hellguns (like when you arrived) that count as a horde with a magnitude of 40. (+30 modifier)
Kol and Markadon
The armoured figure staggers about a bit more before slumping to his knees, an oath in low gothic disparaging the parentage of both Kol and Makradon. He drops the longsword and ejects the canister on the forearm mounted plasma gun as he pitches forward from exhaustion and the continuing blood loss.
Knowing that his brother would decide how best to rain death on their enemies, Conall moved to get closer, exchanging the mighty claymore for his bolter.
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If possible, will make an initial run to cover (moving across as great a distance as possible before the guards are in a position to shoot). Once there, he'll move tactically, figuring that Naaman will find cover and provide support with the heavy bolter. I think that means I could jump 60m initially, then proceed in 20m hops, tactically. You tell me how it works out if I'm avoiding getting shot in the face (or elsewhere )
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DM: "Why do you have so many characters?"
Me: "Because I never embraced the strategic value of running away."
Grabbing a wounded but not dead armsman from the ground, Makradon thrusts him towards the wounded officer. "Keep him alive, and you will stay alive too," his voice boomed. ++Sin of Pride Crew. This is the Deathwatch. We require a medic to the bridge immediately to treat an injured prisoner. This is of utmost priority.++
With his mutlitool, he disbaled the officer's armoured legs, keeping him from running.
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I'm assuming that someone will have survived with injuries that put them out fo the fight but leave them able to treat the captain's injuries.
Seeing the new threat, Naaman swings his heavy bolter to continue spewing death and destruction.
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If allowed: healing again! (1d10)[8]
Full auto on horde (According to my math, they are roughly 202 meters away (Pythagorean theorem actually came in handy!): (1d100)[22] TN 125 65 (+30 Horde + 20 full auto + 10 Oath)
(huh I just realized I don't think metal storm makes it loose tearing.... if i'm wrong, just take the first rolls if they even matter. Make me feel better though )
Pen 3
Damage 1:(1d10+12)[22] or (1d10+12)[22]
Damage 2:(1d10+12)[17] or (1d10+12)[15]
Damage 3:(1d10+12)[14] or (1d10+12)[15]
Damage 4:(1d10+12)[16] or (1d10+12)[17]
Damage 5:(1d10+12)[14] or (1d10+12)[19]
Damage 6:(1d10+12)[15] or (1d10+12)[19]
Extra Damage to magnitude from Unrelenting: (1d5)[2]
Damage to magnitude: 12 (6 Blast 2 hits) +2 unrelenting +1 explosive = 15
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Wounds: 5/21 + 8 healing
Fate points: 1/3
Ammo: 196/250 Heavy Bolter
42/60 Metal Storm (HB)
28/28 Kraken (Bolt Pistol)
The towering tech marine throws a horribly burnt but still living soldier towards the power armoured figure lying on the floor bleeding. The soldier, lightning scars over his body pulls out a field dressing and attempts to staunch the flow of blood.
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Medicae check (1d100)[3]TN 30+10 from field dressing
Over the helmet auspex he can faintly hear over the sounds of screaming and gunfire one of the warrant officers leading a boarding group Yes Lord. We are pinned down 4 decks below your position but will endavour to punch through and render assistance.
Conall and Namaan
Bounding 60m forward leaping over a void fighter and crashing into the cover of a second inadvertently killing a hiding maintance man through the weight of his hulking body.
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If you do tactical advance movement you count as in cover all the time. Otherwise you may be shot at between covers if the bad guys wait in overwatch.
The dark angel, standing firm through mainly strength of will and stoicism turns the heavy bolter onto the newly arrived elite troops. The balcony explodes in a hail of flame, razor sharp metal anf debris. THe glass walls overlooking the hangar vanish as inadvertently a dozen or so flight control officers are ripped apart by the metal storm rounds. The troops bear the brunt of it, even the lighter metal storm fragments tearing through their carapace armour and leaving half a dozen dead a another half a dozen sorely wounded...
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With the Extra one for the RF you do 16 magnitude damage so Willpower test (1d100)[15]TN 44
As the survivors line the balcony and crouch behind command consoles they open with the hellguns at extreme range, the dark angel standing in the open trailing fire the target of choice...
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Attack semi-auto extreme range (1d100)[17]TN13
damage (2d10+3)[17] PEN 4
--> Oh that was close!
Attack semi-auto extreme range (1d100)[60]TN13
damage (2d10+3)[13] PEN 4
The other cargo loader diverts its cumbersome frame bearing down on the massive bouncing marine as it closes to ~50m of Conall...
Naaman starts to chuckle "quietly" and then mutters a single phrase: "Die heretics."
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Full Auto: (1d100)[89] TN 65 +20 full auto +10 Oath + any horde bonuses (No idea what the bonuses are for the various magnitudes)
Pen 3
Damage 1: (1d10+12)[21] or (1d10+12)[13]
Damage 2: (1d10+12)[18] or (1d10+12)[20]
Damage 3: (1d10+12)[18] or (1d10+12)[18]
Damage 4: (1d10+12)[21] or (1d10+12)[13]
Damage 5: (1d10+12)[18] or (1d10+12)[16]
Damage 6: (1d10+12)[21] or (1d10+12)[15]
Unrelenting: (1d5)[1]
Status:
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Wounds: 13/21
Fate points: 1/3
Ammo: 196/250 Heavy Bolter
36/60 Metal Storm (HB)
28/28 Kraken (Bolt Pistol)
"Just disable his whole power supply, Techmarine," Kol says with a laugh. "Not like to find better restraints than that for such as him," he adds before turning to look at the transport tube.
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Kol's inclination is just to take the tube without any lift car, by using his jump pack. No need to let people know he's coming.
Conall listened to the firefight as he moved forward, secure in the heavy sound of the bolter cleansing many of the guards in the control room. However, he was still many meters away from them, and the second lifter was moving closer.
Keeping a void fighter between himself and the elite guard, he leaned out to fire off a quick staccato of shots at the lumbering figure ... a dead man walking, and the traitor didn't even know it.
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Full Action: Semi-auto burst
BS 42 + 10 (range) + 10 (Size) + 10 (semi-auto) = TN 72: (1d100)[67]
Damage: (1d10)[7]or (1d10)[7] +9 - 16R, Pen 4 to body 1 DoS: (1d10)[5] or (1d10)[4] +9 R, Pen 4 2 DoS: (1d10)[6] or (1d10)[10] +9 R, Pen 4
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DM: "Why do you have so many characters?"
Me: "Because I never embraced the strategic value of running away."
The heavy bolter fire smashing through the windows isn't as effective as the previous bursts, dead bodies absorbing the fire and most of the enemy taking cover from the deadly fire. Still the fragments ripped through several more men and a handful of terrified flight control officers
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4 more magnitude damage reducing horde to 20/40
Conall's hurried snap shot isn't as effective as the heavier cannon of his Dark Angel bretheren. The bolter shell punching through the armoured shell of the cargo lifter and tearing a massive chunk out of the hapless human driving it. Blood pooling and pouring from the lifter.
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Does 7 wounds to the cargo lifter driver. He's got some left!
The Cargo lifter responds by skidding to a halt, tearing a wing off a nearby void fighter to use as a crude shield from the marines deadly onslaught of fire.
The remaining handful of men in the control room pop up, snapping off a couple of quick bursts at Conall and Namann
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Aimed shots at Conall and Namaan
Conall (1d100)[65]TN23 Damage (1d10+5)[15] Pen 4
Namaan (1d100)[7]TN 13 Damage (1d10+5)[15] Pen 4
Conall having a decent AP6 of cover.
Kol and Markradon
The blood temporarily staunched from the officer's face, the wounded and bloodied and burnt crewman looks up in a terrified manner at the marines towering above him,.
Kol staring at the transport tube can see there is a mildly sophisticated security lock attached to the door of the heavy ceramite reinforced doors. The sound of nearby boots and approaching troops of an unkwon nature echoing down the plush corridors.
Conall waited for a moment, then popped up with another shot. He fired another burst, knowing he would keep the large figure busy.
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Full Action: Semi-auto burst
BS 42 + 10 (range) + 10 (Size) + 10 (semi-auto) = TN 72: (1d100)[45]
Damage: (1d10)[8] or (1d10)[3] +9; 17R, Pen 4 to Body
1 DoS: (1d10)[2] or (1d10)[6]+9; 15R, Pen 4 to body
2 DoS: (1d10)[8] or (1d10)[6]+9; 17R, Pen 4 to arm
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DM: "Why do you have so many characters?"
Me: "Because I never embraced the strategic value of running away."
The double tap proves brutal as the man's chest is ripped wide open from the 2 bolt shells and the walker lurches forward and collapses in a pile of dust, blood and machine oil.
Kol and Makradon
With a hiss the doors of the transport tube slide open reveailing a dark tube beyond. The base of the transport pod hanging some 30m above you presumably at the door to the bridge.
On the techmarines shoulder, easily held up with the space marine's vast strength the officer groans fractionally in his plasteel prison. The injured crewmen slinking away and fleeing if the marine's continue to pay him no heed.
Conall grunted as the second lifter dropped. He had been ready to engage him in melee, but if a couple of bolter shells dropped the man that quickly, the blade would have made short work of him.
Sliding his bolter back, Conall rushed forward again, leaping and sprinting towards the control tower. As he closed the gap, he dropped down behind cover, confident the men in that room would be hard pressed to cover his advance.
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Full move towards the tower - 60m
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DM: "Why do you have so many characters?"
Me: "Because I never embraced the strategic value of running away."
A 3rd burst from the heavy bolter ripped the heart out of the security force as the metal storm rounds reduced the command area to a welter of blood, razor sharp explsove fragments and ripped open bodies and consoles. The last 2 men trailing blood creeping on hands and legs out of the office away form the withering fire of the still smoking Dark Angel.
Conall, unobstructed was free to bound another 60m towards the command deck his massive armoured form clattering and denting void craft as he bounded forwards.
While gunfire still echoed from other parts of the ship the hangar bay was near deserted save the dripping of machine oil and crackling flames were the heavy bolter had set fires and the soft groan of wounded men in the command and control room and the shattered horde of guardsman. The last few of which were still fighting with ground crew to escape from doors on the far side, their shouts like soft music to Namaan and Conall's ears...
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Horde broken as now down to 5/40 magnitude.
There are no other threats in the immediate vicinity of the hangar for you to worry about.
Conall continued his advance, focused on reaching the control room. Of course, with the amount of explosive bullets that Brother Naaman had just hurled at the heretics, there might not be much left to check.
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Heading to the control room, trying to find a way to do the following, in priority order: 1) Disable the launch bays to prevent escapes/further attacks; 2) Download or recover the ship's logs (if any are here); 3) Capture the ship's senior officers (not sure that any are here, and if they are whether they're alive); 4) Discover origins/allegiance of ship
What kind of rolls do you need?
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DM: "Why do you have so many characters?"
Me: "Because I never embraced the strategic value of running away."
Over the slow drip of blood and oil, the crackle of flames and the crunch of broken steel and glass Conall easily bounds up to the balcony getting a prime view of the control room that resembled a scene of carnage. Bodies, shattered consoles and shards of meat filled the space amidst smoke from burning computer terminals.
Looking around form the arrays of blinking red lights its very obvious that this launch bay has been put of comission though it should be straightforward to disable the unlocks on the cargo lifts, or seal the exterior bulkhead. Although this only accounted for 1 of the launch bays on the ship, the second being in the neghbouring cargo hold.
The ship's logs, if they were here were in a computer that has been shredded by the metal storm rounds and only a few fragments of arm and chest bearing 3 strange symbols of a senior rank can be found....
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Xeno Ciphers: (1d100)[73]TN 39
Although they may have blown an officer apart and found no trace of the ship's logs thye had at a stroke halved the offensive airpower of the vessel locked in combat with their ship...
As the erstwhile medic tries to slink away, he draws Kol's attention once more, and the librarian casually cuts him down with his sword - the man had served his purpose, and had died a better death than he deserved.
Glancing down, he kicks their prisoner's blade into the air and then catches it in one hand - no need to take the risk of dulling his own blade on deck plating and cold metal.
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Not sure exactly what controls rb780nm wants Kol to sabotage, but he sabotages them. (That's what the power sword is for.)
Conall gave a small growl in his throat at the markings on the various body parts remaining. The obvious association with xenos filth was more than enough to earn his ire. Fortunately for these men, they were already dead. But for their compatriots who still lived ...
Standing at the edge of the building, Conall waved to Naaman, pointing in the direction of the second hanger. Reloading his bolter, he jumped forward, ready to bring death to the next group of heretics.
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DM: "Why do you have so many characters?"
Me: "Because I never embraced the strategic value of running away."
The Wolf scout observes his foes from above, contemplating his next action. A bit over a dozen guards and some sort of commander. Worth killing at any rate, even if capture fails to prove practical.
But first, his guards must be eliminated. He draws his Heavy Bolter, bracing himself against the vent wall as he takes aim at the heretics below. There are no battle cries, no invocations of the Emperor and Primarchs or the native gods of Fenris. After all, why waste the element of surprise.
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Bluh. Sorry about the huge delay, I thought I'd already posted this.
Attacking the guards, full auto.
BS: (62 Base + 20 Full Auto + 10 Small Horde) 92 vs. (1d100)[8]
Damage: (1d10+14)[4](18), Pen 5
Initiative: (1d10+6)[10](16)
EDIT So that's a full six hits. I'd roll the damage for all of them, but I'm pretty sure that they don't have an AP+T greater than 18.
Naaman nods and joins Conall in the control booth, reloading his heavy bolter with standard rounds in an effort to minimize collateral damage. He follows Conall down the corridor leading to the adjoining control booth.
Status:
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Wounds: 7/21
Fate points: 1/3
Ammo: 196/250 Heavy Bolter
30/60 Metal Storm (HB)
28/28 Kraken (Bolt Pistol)
The solemn and hushed silence of the busy sensorium below is torn apart suddenly as the roar of the heavy bolter booms out and a 4ft tongue of fire tears through the grating. The bolter rounds lash into the guards standing by the door tearing half a dozen of them to pieces along with several scribes and adepts caught up in the long blast of heavy weapons fire.
The rest of the security team scattered seeking cover from their ferocious assailant. The officer shouting orders as some of the survivors moved down to protect him.
Most of the sensorium scribes seemed almost numb with shock, others having the presence of mind to start running towards the doors...
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Command check (1d100)[28]TN 67
mini-Horde has 9/15 magnitude left
Ivar to go again as my guys initiative of (1d10+3)[11] can't beat him.
Conall and Namaan
As the pair of you head towards the main exit to the corridor crunching broken computer terminals, glass and bodies underfoot you're super human ears pick up the umistakable sound of voices and the sinister click of weapons being readied outside the door.
Namaan's keen vision just picks out a small monitor blown sideways off the armoured doors linked to the security camera on the other side of the door. The sight is alarmin. A small platoon of assualt troops, chainswords and heavy duty pistols at the ready supported by massive armoured sentinel, its armoured body and paired multi-lasers just fitting into the corridor. You can see the enemy officer, a skull surmounting his cloth red beret and a brontian style power longsword clenched in both hands standing in the midst of the troops directing a pair of them who appear to be placing a small package at strategic locations around the door.
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Other side of the door has a platoon of troops Magnitude 40 (~30 or so guys) and a guy in a sentinel walker with paired multi-lasers. Plus an enemy officer!
You have ~5 rounds before they blow the door.
Kol and Makradon
The hapless man's body is sheared in two shortly before the librarian hefting the two-handed power weapon doles out the same treatmen to the controls of the lift shaft.
However you're prenatural senses and the techmarines sizeable auspex arrays do pick up a large body of troops approaching fast. At least 20+ strong you think you have maybe 20 seconds at most before they are upon you...
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You've got 3 rounds before more bad guys arrive. Fight of flight up the transport tube... Please decide
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