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Spess Mareen: Republican Commando

Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 20:46:16 No.43359778 View Reply Report Delete

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What would you do if you found a relic of your Legion? Spess Mareen: Republican Commando is a Deathwatch game where the players are a Deathwatch Kill Team sent to the Tiji Sector, to address what should have been a minor trouble called the "Hellstar" and its cult. Now known to be a horrific entity the size of a gas giant, that can consume entire worlds and cause even a Space Marine to feel fear, the Commandos are tasked with stopping this thing...somehow. Far from civilized Imperial space, stuck out in the galactic boondocks, and facing horrific enemies and allies that will test their patience and sanity, they must complete their mission, combining the faith of the present with the strength of the past, all in the Emperor's name.

"Felleye" Brynjol, Space Wolves Wolf Priest
Cortain, Aurora Techmarine
Cyril, Ice Wraiths Tactical Marine
Temur Ganbataar, White Scars Consul Champion

Some day one may need to grow eyes upon their brain to see the truth. Republican Commando resumes.

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 21:37:03 No.43360747 Report Delete

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The Hive-Ark's decks allow for quick dashes at first, eliciting cries of shock from the Hivers in their survival suits. Making good speed a kilometer or two ahead, the Commandos come to the large Command Tower. Entering it, the hallways are large and spacious, the tower itself hollow, large scrolls with prayers of safe passage hanging from the walls. Cortain, with 2 DoS on Awareness, up the central column can pick out the Arbites station and a shrine maintained by the Mechanicus. Temur, with over 4 notes that outpost for most of the Imperial Adeptuses are located centrally here. Cyril, with over six, however, notes something attached to the wall partway through the ascent.

A blue torch.

The Merchant is behind a small stall embedded within the wall.
"Got somethin' that might interest ya, heh heh heh..." the Merchant rasps.

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 21:38:04 No.43360768 Report Delete

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The Commandos decide on their team gear first. Deciding their VF/SS's can use some upgrading, the Commandos pool together for upgraded T1 engines, managing to score the first engine upgrade for the variable fighters. Temur selects the Overclocked Thrusters OPTION for his VF/SS, and manages it. Cortain and Cyril both opt to enhance their VF/SS armaments, upgrading the plasma cannons to repeater cannons.

"Heh heh heh, thank you..." the Merchant says as he walks through a door, closing it behind him.

With their business concluded, the command tower of Hive Ark 73 extends below and above.
The Commandos can see outposts for many of the Imperial Adeptuses, like the Mechanicus, the Arbites, etc. Along the edges of the Command Tower, the Commandos can see contractors marching about, reconning the area.

Cyril tromps over to the Arbites, signing the aquila in greeting. The arbitrators on station are somewhat caught off guard, but recollect themselves.
"Ah...uh, Space Marines!" an Arbitrator says, "What brings you to our hive?"
A number of Arbites rush forward in formation, saluting.
"We were brought here to investigate certain allegations," Cyril states plainly, "Do you have databanks I may access?"
"...of course, noble Astartes," the Arbitrator says, "We keep records of every law broken here, every perp processed. If the Emperor's Angels require our information, we dare not deny you."
"At ease, officers," Cyril states calmly, "We all serve the Emperor."

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 21:39:05 No.43360787 Report Delete

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An Arbitrator brings the Commandos to processing for the Hive, where adepts and servitors toil endlessly on the rolls of parchment and the massive cogitator banks.
"How severe have the recent uprisings been?" Cortain asks.
"Uprisings?" the Arbitrator says, "We haven't heard of any uprisings. Come to think of it, we haven't heard any word from Subsector Command either.
Cyril sighs at Cortain over teamvox.
"Too obvious, I know," Cortain admits.

Cortain brings up records of every person who has broken the law in the past few hundred years. With 8 degrees on the Tech Use test, however, he immediately spots something off. Every day, an update is sent out to Subsector command with said list, and an incoming packet including new orders. Past few weeks, however, that packet and update aren't there. Says they failed. This Arbites station has been out of contact with other stations for weeks now.

"Someone damaging the satellites?" Cortain mutters, "Death Sentence." It's logical that it may tie into the problem reported, that this hive ark has gone silent for weeks.

"Rockfist, do you read?" Cyril asks, "I want you to send out some of the smaller spacecraft - Storm Eagles, Thunderhawks, it matters not - and have some servo-automata run diagnostics on local communications sattelites."
"Aye lad, I'll have some of the engineers look into it," Rockfist says.

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 21:40:06 No.43360804 Report Delete

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Solar Sect Engineers are deployed out, and after about an hour or so, the Commandos get another vox.
"The lads've finished their review. Satellites are nominal, but they haven't received anything groundside for weeks now," Rockfist states, "We're not seein' any problems from up 'ere, is what I'm sayin'."
"This means that there must be something blocking the signal then," Cortain realizes.
"Acknowledged. It sounds as though something is amiss with transmitters, then," Cyril replies, "To the auger array, lads?"
Cortain nods. Something has to be shifty here.
"Perhaps the Mechanicus will have the information we require?" Temur suggests.
"I would investigate the Mechanicus as well," Cortain agrees, "They would most likely be aware of any technology that could block a transmission."
Cyril walks towards the Mechanicus shrine. "Care to take point on this interaction, Cortain? I am... less familiar with the Machine Cult than with the Adeptus Arbites."

The Mechanicus is a short walk away. Within the shrine, the scent of oil wafting out, Tech-Adepts are recording notes into grand banks, reviewing schema for the Hive-Ark, etc. Cortain performs Traditional Mechanicus Salute #00110111 00110001 01000011, and the Tech-Adepts approach, heads bowed.
"Honored one who bears the blessing of the Omnissiah," a Tech-Adept clasps his hands together, coglike, "It is improbable that ones such as you would appear, but not undesired."
"What brings you to our humble shrine?" another Adept asks.
"Servant of the Omnissiah, we have come to understand that something is interfering with the Ark receiving any signal here," Cortain states, "What would you know of this?"
The adepts begin to beep at each other in binary and hexadecimal. "Ah, Blessed of the Trinity, we had begun to wonder why data loss was rapidly increasing this past year. While interhive voxnets remain active, we could not send data out."
The Tech-Adepts commune in binary.

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 21:41:09 No.43360824 Report Delete

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"We had sent out some technomats to the augurs, but have not heard back yet," the adept explains, "Current cycle count: 8"

"When did it start?" Cortain asks, "Is it likely something sabotaged the Technomats?"
"Processing...discrepancy noted on Minor Cycle Count: 17," The Adept replies, "Likelihood of threat to technomat team approaching non-negligible values."
"There is word of insurgency in the air," Cortain explains, "It seems likely that if someone wanted to attack this Ark, they would want to cut it off from anyone that could support it."
"New information acknowledged," the Tech Adept says, "We shall recall all adepts and fortify."
"Do not do so openly, servants of the Omnissiah," Cyril suggests, "We do not wish the enemies of the Imperium to have warning of their demise."
"Would you give us information on the Technomat's route?" Cortain requests, "We might find evidence as to what happened."

The Adept transfers some information to a dataslate, and passes it to the Commandos.
"This was the mission and projected route," the Adept says, "We shall begin fortifications subtly."
"Much appreciated," Cortain nods, "Rest assured, we will uncover who is behind this sabotage and restore your connection."

The route included a number of shrines, probably connected to the augurs, then the augur arrays themselves, followed by more shrines, and return to the Command Tower. Cortain and Cyril consider that the best lead they have is the Hive-Ark's augur arrays. Temur, however, insists on visiting the Administratum, if only to corroborate the Tech-Adepts' and the Arbites' claims. While Cyril and Cortain have reservations, they decide to go along with Temur's request.

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 21:42:23 No.43360849 Report Delete

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The Administratum is a tall, imposing facade in the wall. A large door is open. To the side the Commandos can see some contractors speaking with an adept of the administratum.

Cortain steps in to meet with an Adept. Through augmented eyes, he looks up. He jumps up, "S-s-s-space marines" he says, terrified.
"Greetings paper-pushing minion of the Emperor," Cortain begins auspiciously, "Would you have records of anything going wrong with the ark's communications?"
"G-g-g-going wrong?" he asks, "In w-w-w-hat way?"
Cyril tromps over quietly to look at the man's desk for himself.
"Apparently, the communications between the Adeptus Arbites here and the sub-sector command has been running into difficulties," Cortain explains, "The Adeptus mechanicus are finding obstructions."
"Obstructions?" he asks, "N...no unrest that we've seen. We prepare our p-p-p-paperwork and send it out on time every day."
"And there has been no more difficulty in doing this than normally?" Cortain asks, "No forms that end up returned?"
"Um...let me check..." the adept says.

The Commandos see him log into his cogitator, and bring up records. Everything is calm first, but then his cybernetic eyes go wide.
"Relax Adept," Temur starts, "We merely seek information to do the Emperor's work, as you do each day."
But all is not well.
"THE DATAAAAAAAA!" he yells, "IT'S BEEN BLOOOOOOOOOOOCKED! EVERYTHING'S LAAAAAAAAAAAAATE!"
He begins screaming. Things...get worse from there.

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 21:43:35 No.43360869 Report Delete

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All the adepts start screaming. Most are running around in panic, while those fused to their desks are flailing in horror. One adept falls from the sky on fire, while a bunch enter seizure mode. Blood spurts from an adept's eyes, as he is showered with gore from the exploding head of his compatriot. The Administratum complex has been gripped by utter and abject horror and panic.

"I knew spreading this around was a bad idea," Cyril sighs, facepalming, "This is why we ignore the Administratum."
"GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF, YOU PAPER-PUSHING LACKEYS!" Cortain yells, firing his volkite serpenta into the air, and using his GREATEST OF THEM ALL (Favoured Son) Solo Ability to auto-pass the Command test.

The adepts, for the most part, calm down, curling into fetal balls. Isolated echos of screams echo through the halls. It's drawn quite a crowd. Temur attempts to question the adepts, but most are catatonic. Cortain accesses their cogitators - although Adept Deadguy was concerned with minor motion corrections of the hive ark, the same discrepancy is evident. All outgoing and incoming packets stopped at the same time as everyone else's. Cyril lays the dead adepts to rest on their backs, hands signing the aquila, and walks back to the doorway, sighing.

With multiple adeptuses showing the same discrepancy, and the Engineer's Guildmembers review of the comm satellites to the astropathic choirs, it's evident that the problem lies with the ark's augurs.

"If the Administratum asks anything about this," Cortain states flatly, "We take this to our graves."

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 21:45:49 No.43360907 Report Delete

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The Commandos decide that their target is definitely the Hive Ark's Augur Arrays. Moving towards the Augurs, it is a long journey. Cyril and Cortain can plot a decent enough course. Cyril even points some shortcuts out that skips some shrines! Eventually, as the halls get narrower, the Commandos come across a large set of cogitators, antennae reaching out through windows into the sky.

Cortain's immediate focus is the damaged cogitators. Temur's is the ded corpses in the robes of the Mechanicus. Cyril's is that incessant noise in the background.

---
"This is gonna work, right?"
"Yeah, that's why we cut the augurs."
"Now all we gotta do is finish the ritual, and we can summon the daemon princes of ruin, blood, fate, and...the other guy."
"All right, let's do it. Start the ominous chanting!"
---

Cortain wishes to enact repairs, but Cyril halts him. "Chaos filth. Breach and purge."

The Commandos, behind a wall of cogitators, plan their moves. Beyond is a big open area, where the rituals to sanctify the antennae take place. The Commandos decide their best course of action is to jump over the cogitators and take down the heretics. On the count of three, the Commandos synchronize, and blast upwards into the crowd of heretics.

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Cortain. Humbled Techmarine of Ultramar Thu 29 Oct 2015 21:45:58 No.43360910 Report Delete

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I will never live this down.
Seriously, I think this'll be enough to give me a special penalty against relating to anyone outside of the Mechanicus.

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 21:47:31 No.43360932 Report Delete

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"We give presents of death!" Cortain yells.

Temur opens the fight with a frag missile into the crowd, exploding seven guys in the blast. Cyril rakes the area with storm bolter fire, thanks to Storm of Iron and Storm, scoring a massive 24 kills. Cortain brings up his flamer, and incinerates the remaining cultists in one fell swoop.

Cortain jets over and begins patting out the fires on the cogitators, while Cyril begins reloading. The last cultist falls, a burned out husk. Then the Commandos hear thunder.

"We are too late," Cortain sighs.
"Drat," Cyril mutters angrily, "I do hope we haven't just fed Khorne a feast."

The blood from the cultist giblets begins to rise in the air. Above their heads, a tear in the materium opens up, fell screams echoing.

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 21:48:44 No.43360954 Report Delete

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And then, out of the portal, four figures sink down - a khornate berzerker, a noise marine, a plague marine, and a sorceror. Each have a single horn on the sides of their heads and tiny, stubby wings.

"Ha ha! Behold! For we walk amongst you! Tremble in fea...wait, why are there only three of you now?"
"These guys are different, Berzerker," Plague says.
"They're still...Deathwatch, though, right?" Berzerker asks.
"Yeah," Noise nods.
"Heretics!" Cyril yells, "Die!"
"No, it is YOU who will die! Hated Deathwatch! You will fall this day!" Berzerker yells, "for WE-"
"PLACES!" Sorceror yells. The halfwits rush into posing position.
"Oh, right," Berzerker yells, "For WE!"
"ARE!" yells Plague.
"THE!" Noise adds.
"LIFEGUARDS!" Sorceror concludes.

"The Opposite of Deathwatch!" Noise adds helpfully.
"I think they know that," Berzerker sighs.

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 21:49:45 No.43360971 Report Delete

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Cortain arms his Volkite weapon. "You just came to the wrong neighbor, heretic."
Despite sounding tough, the Commandos are in fact utterly struggling not to laugh.
"Hated Deathwatch!" Berzerker yells, "We are daemon princes! You stand no chance against our power!"
"You tell him, Berzerker!" Noise says.
"I'm gonna toss the thing!" Plague yells, "I paid a lot of money for it! I'm gonna toss it!"
Cyril restrains himself to a throaty chuckle, while Cortain does his best to stifle simulated mirth.
"Wait, you're not even gonna counterpose, vile Deathwatch?" Sorceror asks, "I mean, come on."
It's more insulting to be professional, Cyril muses to himself.
"I'll make sure to pose your helm on the trophy rack after it has been purified, traitor!" Temur yells.
"They're kind of boring," Noise shrugs, "Let's kill them then conquer the world."

Up in the sky, the Commandos can see a Decimator with a chaos squat in it trying to claw its way into the materium.
"Aw geez, we forgot migdet," Sorceror sighs.
"Let's end this quick and collect him later," Berzerker says.

Noise opens the fight with his Doom Siren, though everyone manages to agility or dodge out of the way. Sorceror tries casting a spell, but succeeds only on getting a migraine.

"Damn you, vile Deathwatch!" Sorceror clutches his head.
"No thank you. I believe that is your schtick," Cyril retorts, "So damn YOU!"
"I'M DOING THE THING!" Plague yells, running forward, tossing a small grenade, leaking odd blue smoke.

"What..." Cortain starts.
"WHERE DID HE GET PHOSPHEX?!" Cyril yells, "YOU FILTHY MAGGOT, WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?"
"Eye of terror," Plague grins smugly, tossing out the Phosphex Bomb. However, Cyril manages to dodge the blast, though he notes the blue fire is coming ever closer. Berzerker charges forward, his chainaxes empowered with the warp, and digging deep into Temur.

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 21:50:55 No.43360984 Report Delete

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Temur immediately responds with a power spear thrust into Berzerker. Cyril moves in to support, firing his Phobos Bolter at the Khorne-empowered Daemon Prince, while Cortain draws the Gladius Invictus, charging. It is Cortain's weapon that strikes Berzerker the hardest in the back.

"Ah you guys suuuuuuuuck..." Berzerker bitches as he gets sucked back into the warp.

Sorceror casts another spell, the Winds of Chaos, but everyone dodges out of the cone of fuck. Temur and Cortain repeat the act when Noise fires his Doom Siren once more. While the Phosphex rolls ever closer, Plague fires his bolter at Cyril, who dodges out of the way.

"Hate you... So much," Cyril mumbles.
"You should totally join the winning side," Plague says, "Nurgle gives good gifts!"
"Thexus gives better ones," Cyril retorts.

Temur and Cortain decide to get in close, Temur charging Sorceror while Cortain charges Noise, giving Cyril enough time to load up Psybolts into his Storm Bolter.

While Temur's strike is unsuccessful, Cortain's strike furies with the Emperor's blessing.
"Ahhh...feels good, man!" Noise smiles at the ecstatic pain
"You don't FEEL pain, remember?" Sorceror says, "We daemon princes!"
"Shut up!" Noise pouts, "I can if I want to!"
"Shut up. Shut up. SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!" Cyril yells, beginning to lose his cool.

Temur manages to parry Sorceror's force weapon, while Noise's sword strikes are dodged. Plague fires his blightbolter, but misses. Temur raises his lance to retort, but misses, though his Phobos bolt pistol gets good hits in. Cyril, now loaded with psybolt ammunition, opens fire on Plague, ripping rotted giblets out of him.

"Damnit I want a refuuuuuuuund..." Plague moans as he is sucked back into the warp.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! Back to your filthy Eye, scum!" Cyril taunts, "I doubt anyone will give you a refund for that phosphex bomb just because a slovenly wretch like you was unable to use it properly!"

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 21:52:10 No.43361006 Report Delete

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While Cortain tries his best to strike Noise, the Noise Marine is far too agile, managing to parry the Gladius Invictus.
"Amusing," Cortain admits, "At least you put up more of a fight than your red and green colleagues."
"Slaanesh is a real good patron," Noise replies, "We get all the fun times."

Noise retaliates with a lightning attacks, a strike hitting him in the head and scratching Cortain up. As for Sorceror, he decides it's a wonderful time to Push a Doom Bolt. While Temur easily dodges the chromatic blast, the thunder peals harder.

Perils of the Warp. The mortal veil breaks.

"I was wondering where Midget was!" laughs Noise.
"WHAT DID YOU DO, IDIOT?" Cortain yells.
The final member of the Lifeguards, Midget the Chaos Decimator, punches his way the warp, roaring in anger, frothing at the mouth.
"UUURRGH!" Midget yells.
"Take'em Midget, they're all yooooours..." Sorceror yells as he's sucked back into the warp.
"You know, if it were not for all the Chaos, that walker would be rather admirable," Cyril says, causing Cortain to nearly cough up his implants.

The fight has now become much MUCH harder.

Temur tosses a krak Grenade at Midget's front armor. However, the thick armor of the Chaos Decimator means he tanks it. Deciding the field needs to be cleared, Cyril jumps behind Noise, and fills the back of his head with psybolts.

"Give'em hell, midgeeeet...." Noise laughs as he's sucked into the Warp.

Cortain prepares a mighty swing to cleave Noise in twain, but the surprise hail of bolts poofs him back to the Warp before he could do so. "Nice shot."
"Two for me," Cyril shrugs, "Can you match that, Cortain?"

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 21:53:17 No.43361029 Report Delete

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The Commandos, however, return to the problem at hand. There is a very angry Decimator with a chaos squat frothing in its chest ahead of them. The Midget opens up with a hail of Storm Laser fire, Cortain luckily tanking the hits. Temur calls for Squad Mode, engaging his White Scars squad mode which gives the team extra move actions. He rushes and recovers the Missile Launcher he dropped to charge forward. Cyril rushes to attract Midget's attention, unloading his Storm Bolter down. Regrettably, he gets no furies, and the shots ping harmlessly. Cortain spends a full action to squad mode, while rejoining the rest of the Commandos.

Furious at the attack, Midget punches Cyril with a Siege Claw, bringing him just above criticals in one mighty punch. However, Cyril's distraction opens up the vulnerable rear armor for Temur to fire with a krak missile, sending Midget stumbling. Cyril continues his barrage, this time getting a lucky pair of furies. While the first is insufficient to stun the daemonic Midget, the second strikes a Siege Claw, causing it to overheat and self destruct, heavily damaging the Daemon Prince Decimator.

"UUUUUUUUURGGGH!" Midget yells.

With Midget heavily damaged and the Commandos equally as damaged, it falls to Cortain. Taking a Krak grenade, he tosses it in a hail mary throw. The grenade flies true at the angry Midget, and it damages something core.

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRGHHHHH..." Midget yells as it explodes, getting sucked into the warp

The lightning stops and the air begins to normalize.
Cortain nudges at Cyril. "Match met."

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 21:54:18 No.43361052 Report Delete

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However, there is the question of the Phosphex blast. The Commandos scatter as they suddenly hear footsteps. It's the Odabar Armaments troopers.

"Commandos!" one yells, "We heard sounds of battle, do you need assistance?"
"We have controlled the situation," Temur replies, "Keep your distance from that chemical cloud!"
Cyril jumps a few meters away from the phosphex. "KEEP YOUR DISTANCE, TROOPERS. THE MINIONS OF CHAOS HAVE UNLEASHED SOMETHING DANGEROUS. WE HAVE IT HANDLED."
"Commandos! We'll seal the area!" a contractor says, "This way!"
Cyril, however, leads the Phosphex in circles in the corner farthest from the troopers, exploiting the Phosphex's need to seek the nearest living thing. Eventually, the phosphex begins to dissipate, its energy expended

Cortain moves to examine the cogitators, but realizes in the heat of battle they were destroyed. Cortain clasps his hand. This is going to haunt his conscience alongside that Razorback.

"Commandos..." a PMC trooper say, "It...it looks like you've covered everything. I wish we could have been of more help."
"We'll scan for any further problems..." the contractor says, "Thank you, Commandos."
The Odabar Armaments contractors fan out, weapons raised.
"Be careful trooper, this was the work of Chaos worshippers," Temur explains, "I would advise you seek the aid of the Ecclesiarchy"
"Appreciated. We have resolved the crisis, but you will still need to investigate," Cyril commands, "The instigators of this cult activity may not have been foolish enough to be present for the ritual, and your vigilance will be needed."
"Affirmative, my lord!" a contractor says, heading to get some priests for sanctification.

The mission's complete. The Chaos cult has been stemmed, the Daemon Princes repelled, and the Administratum for the ark permanently crippled.

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 21:55:19 No.43361068 Report Delete

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"Rockfist, I believe we are done here," Temur voxes.
"Aye lad," Rockfist says, "Dispatching the Urists."

Finding a small side balcony labeled "EMERGENCY EXIT" on the ouside of the vessel, the Commandos see the Storm Eagle coming in.
"I will transmit the relevant information to the Odabar Armaments commanders after returning to orbit," Temur says.
"Blade, also contact other Arks and see about arranging for them to send some spare Administratum officials to this Ark," Cyril says, "It may need some cooler heads in office."
"Also, there will be need of some spare parts," Cortain advises, "The cultists have already dealt damage to the Ark. Can Thexus ready some?"
"We'll send the messages appropriately," Rose says.
"IT SHALL BE DONE, COVENANTER."

Eventually, Urist McMorpho and Urist McPequod pull down in the Thunderhawk, doors opening. The Storm Eagle comes in low to pick the Commandos up. The Commandos board the storm eagle, Temur watching the scenery from a side door after everyone is aboard. The Two Urists smoothly begin the trip back. Arriving at the Blade, support equipment is being dispatched as ordered. Still, five daemon princes banished to the warp. Not a bad haul.

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 21:57:23 No.43361107 Report Delete

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Sometimes you need a nice relaxing straightforward fight against a bunch of super-powered halfwits. Nonetheless, there was a lot on the line. The Commandos prevented a cult from summoning THREATENING daemon princes, ensuring the world stays within the Imperial fold. Although, it was fun to have the Lifeguards make a cameo appearance.

I got one more episode for everyone.

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 21:59:06 No.43361141 Report Delete

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The Odabar Armaments frigates are already out of system, and Administratum personnel are being shuttled about to cover for the mass suicide. All shuttles, ordnance, automata, and helots have returned to the Blade. Cortain has returned from Ixion in contemplation. He is now certain that some paper pusher is going to ruin his credit score. He is also still 'mirin his blade. It banished a daemon prince, that has to be awesome.

"Well, lad, that was a g-" Rockfist starts.
The vox opens.
"LEGIONARIES, A VESSEL IS APPROACHING. THEY WISH FOR CLEARANCE TO LAND TRANSPORTS."
"What are their designations?" Cyril asks.
"THEY BEAR HERALDRY OF THE VIth LEGION," Thexus blasts, "THEY ALSO DO NOT BELIEVE THEY ARE SPEAKING WITH A PARAGON OF METAL."
"Where is that monster when you need him...?" Cortain sighs.
"Ah...well then," Rockfist says, "We'll prepare a welcoming party."

While the Commandos hastily prepare a welcoming party, organizing the Squats and Automata into parade formation, Brynjol's voice comes through on the squad vox, his voice hoarse and rusty.
"... Who?" he gurgles.
"Friends of yours?" Cortain presses.
"I..." Brynjol stumbles forward, immensely confused - likely due to his three-week fasting-and-spesscaline session
"Wake up," Cortain quips, "You have a date."

Brynjol thuds into the room around ten minutes after the fact, dressed in simple fatigues. He looks thinner than usual, with something of a beard. His skin is waxy and pale... no doubt from the induced cold
"The Rout... is here?" Brynjol asks.
"Apparently, likely to speak with you," Temur observes, "You might want to clean yourself up a little, Son of Russ."
"DOCKING PERMISSION SENT. THEY ARE NO DOUBT READY TO MEET WITH YOU...CONSUL CHAPLAIN," Thexus yells, "THE HELOTS ARE ON THEIR WAY TO ENTERTAIN THEM."

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 22:00:08 No.43361157 Report Delete

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(Episode 15 - Firestorm Under Hylios)

Brynjol ignores the suggestion of changing, heading out in his fatigues - which are, at least, free of meat stains. Visible ones, anyhow. The left leg is pinned up high. Brynjol begins an impromptu shave, scraping the worst of his new beard off his chin with a mono-edged combat blade lent to him by Cortain, who chooses not to take the blade back, considerate of where it may or may not have went.

Thexus holds off deploying the Automata, allowing the squats to enter parade formation. Brynjol thumps to the front of the procession, his expression still a little dazed. A formation of Scyllax, Vorax, and Castellax are ordered behind the welcoming party of Squats, and Cyril buffs his rererepaired chestplate a little. In the Launch bay, a Stormwolf has landed, as well as a smaller hauler, which bears the icons of the Squat Leagues. The Stormwolf is first to disgorge its passengers, servitors (real ones) with icy incense leading the way. Many people in robes and icons of Fenris disembark. One of them looks up, noting Brynjol's lack of leg.

"For the Sacrifice of our honored Wolf Priest!" he yells.
"We are ever grateful!" the rest chant in unison, "The Allfather and Primarch provide!"
Brynjol looks perplexed.

"Does this...happen often?" Cortain whispers.
Cyril successfully restrains laughter from his position between Squats and Automata.

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 22:02:09 No.43361186 Report Delete

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"We stand ready to serve," the first Serf guy says, "We bring thy sacred wargear and regalia."
Brynjol looks up, still a bit dazed. He is clearly still recovering from his spiritual journey.
"Fenris' call is strong indeed..." Brynjol notes, "...to have heard my voice this far."
"The Rune Priests said to be ready, my lord," the guy says, "We also received your message."
"Aye?" Brynjol finally begins to understand, "I was expecting the Wolf Priests to spend longer deliberating... but I suppose news travels fast around here."
"We shall maintain your wargear and prepare your unguents and herbs," the Serf guy says, "We shall do our utmost to ensure your honor. What are your orders?"

"Surely they are not... Staying?" Cyril voxes, shocked at the codex deviancy, "Bryn, what is all this about?"
Brynjol turns back to his brothers. "Before my secondment to the Long Watch, I was in training with the priests of Fenris as a potential aspirant to their ranks."
He smiles a wry toothy grin, scratching his chin.
"I was to continue to study during my secondment, and they were to make a decision on my arrival back at Fenris, but I suppose they made a choice earlier than I expected."

"It seems they have seen fit to make me a wolf priest, brothers."

"And I suppose going off into the wrong end of Imperial Space counts as spiritual training?" Cortain posits, "Congratulations, Bryn. It seems we may all walk in the steps of our forefathers."
"For the past few weeks I have used a combination of fasting, extremely low temperatures, and potent herbs from Fenris to induce a... spiritual state."

~~~~~
A squat janitor walks up to the Bathroom Fenris. A single tear rolls down his cheek.
~~~~~

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"Aye... you lot can make yourself useful down on the medicae deck," Brynjol commands, "You know how I'll want it."
The Serfs nod at his order, bringing stuff further down, while a servo-automata brings Brynjol his new bionic leg from Cortain's workshop. Brynjol yanks up his fatigue legs, screwing the leg in to the augmetic socket. He produces an allen key from somewhere, ready to install his new leg.

"There was more, lad," Rockfist points to the squat hauler, "Accordin' ta the archives, ya also requested a Bartender, ta celebrate yer victories against....against...ah, I can't seem ta remember..."
Cyril coughs for some reason.
"Oh... I suppose he'll come in handy," Brynjol says dismissively, "You'll find what you need down on the engineering deck. Follow the foul smells."
"Oh, I'll be more'n handy, beardling..." the incredibly old squat steps off, "Ya asked fer a bartender, an' I'm the best there is."
"Grand," Brynjol sighs.
"Names Barzhad," the absolutely ancient squat rubs his beard, "Barzhad O'Malley."

He sticks out his hand, and a rag and drink fly forth, for him to polish, "I'll have everythin' set up for ya, don't you worry."
"He's the best there is," Rockfist nods, "Also, lad, when ya got time, meet me an' the toaster in the Forges. We'd like ta discuss somethin' with ya."

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 22:05:04 No.43361234 Report Delete

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After the visitors are dispersed, course preparations are made for Hylios, currently suffering under sightings of Tyranids of Hive Fleet Nidhoggr, and the Blade engages its warp drive once sufficiently out of system.

Brynjol changes into his armour, adding his new helmet and tucking the wolf amulet thoughtfully into his belt pouch. The Fang hangs proudly on his belt, beside the pouch of medicinal herbs. His armour is now adorned with a white linen shroud, torn and re-stitched from a garment obtained from the carpet merchant a few episodes back.

"I too need to speak with the Paragon," Temur states, "If he is at the forge I shall meet you there."

Squat morale is soaring right now, as not only are Tyranids next on the menu, especially since O'Malley has set up a new Bar and Grill in the same chamber as the Holomap. Brynjol gives his new serfs brief instructions on how to set up the medicae deck as he heads down to the forge. Down in the forge, Rockfist and Executor Thexus eagerly wait.

Thexus is holding a large box in his arms. His chest-skull focuses on Brynjol. Brynjol approaches, wolfhelm dangling from a rawhide strap at his belt. He pulls out his new amulet and threads it onto the chain holding his aquila token.
"You wished to see me?" he asks.
"Congrats, lad," Rockfist nods, "Becomin' a wolf priest ain't the easiest thing, I'm told. The toaster and I wanted ta congratulate ya."
Thexus steps forward with the heavy box, passing it to him. It is REAL heavy.
"OPEN IT, CONSUL."
Brynjol's elbows lock and the servos snarl a little under the weight. He kneels, placing the box on the ground, opening it carefully.
"This better not be a mop..." Brynjol sighs to himself, remembering the abuse the rest of the Commandos give him over his unusual requests for a two-handed custom weapon.

Opening the box...the light shining forth...Brynjol finds...

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What the fuck is going on?
Is this a blog?

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 22:06:05 No.43361253 Report Delete

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...a mop.

"Allfather damn it."

A tear begins to roll down his cheek at first. However, he notes Rockfist's upper lip twitching, like he's trying not to laugh. He also note that the bottom of where the mop is attached is somewhat...thin. Brynjol solemnly removes the mop and threads it through his belt. It is far too long. He reaches down, peeling away the false bottom, a wry smile forming on his face. Opening the false box, the first thing he see is small packets of cleaning supplies. But among the cleaning supplies, a strange looking weapon. It looks like a mace, but with a bladed wolf's head and a heavy mechanism at the top. It feels quite balanced when picked up.

"This is a fine instrument, my friends," Brynjol admits.
"Lad, take a few swings," Rockfist says, "But flip that switch when yer ready."

Cortain feels a chill. The age of the special snowflake is at an end for him.

Brynjol swings it experimentally, before thumbing the trigger and making a standard manoeuvre. The sudden weight distribution as the shaft extends further comes as a bit of a shock.

"With a trick of the wrist, lad," Rockfist says, "Yer Wulfen Crozius can switch between one-handed and two-handed configurations."
"Interesting..." Brynjol notes.
"WHEN TRANSITIONING TO TWO-HANDED, THE EXTRA WEIGHT WILL CAUSE THE WEAPON TO IMPACT HARDER," Thexus points out, "WHEN TRANSITIONING TO ONE-HANDED, THE DISTRIBUTION SHIFTS ONCE MORE, MAKING FOR A FASTER THAN EXPECTED STRIKE."
"The mechanism needs a bit to recharge though," Rockfist admits, "So ya can only transform it every five seconds or so."
"This will take some getting used to..." Brynjol says as he heads to practice with it, "You are truly masters of your craft. I thank you for this gift, and I swear by the frozen seas of Fenris I will seriously chop some xenos up with it."

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 22:07:19 No.43361277 Report Delete

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However, he notes a tiny attachment point at the bottom.
"Ah...that, lad..." Rockfist starts. He takes the mop head and gently screws it in. It's a perfect fit.
Brynjol can only sigh.

Temur, however, steps forward. He has found that his Devastator training is lacking in the close combat situations he has found himself in recently. He decides that perhaps the wisdom of the Legions should be consulted.
"Thexus, might I have a word regarding the available holo training?" Temur asks, "I find myself in need of greater flexibility given the challenges we have faced in this sector so far."
"HOLOLITHIC CHAMBERS CAN BE PREPARED FOR MAXIMUM TACTICAL FLEXIBILITY," Thexus states, "READY YOURSELF, CONSUL CHAMPION, THEY WILL NOT BE EASY."
"Thank you, honored Paragon, I would expect nothing less," Temur states, beginning the harrowing process of respeccing to Tactical Marine, "Should anyone else have need of me I will be in the training chambers"

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 22:08:33 No.43361299 Report Delete

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After a few further days, the Blade re-enters realspace above the hot, steamy world of Hylios. Rockfist and the Squats are once more in full combat gear, a pair of squats bearing Barzhad on a shield, as they review the augur arrays.
"How infested is this world?" Cortain asks.
"World's in the midst of terraformin', lad," Rockfist says, "The League Hold in river country still seems ta be standin', so there's that."
"Urgh..." Barzhad sighs, "It's not good. I feel...I can feel'em. You'll have to act fast, beardlings, the bastard bugs're starting to dig in."
"We will bleed them dry," Brynjol promises.
"A staging area would be a good place to start," Cyril suggests.
"Well, they'll probably go somewhere deep, dark, and hot," Rockfist suggests, "I can think of a few places, but no guarantees."
"Somewhere deep..." Rose wonders, "Maybe underground? The deeper you go, the hotter it gets, do you still have geothermal generators in this day and age?"
"We do. Hot bugs...," Cyril wonders, "I wonder if they are as tough as Hive Fleet Mi-Go back home. All the Tyranids I have encountered thus far in the Deathwatch were... soft. Regardless, I am accustomed to Tyranids that hide belowground. They will find no safety from us there."

"Well, jus' be on yer guard, lad," Rockfist says, "Nidhoggr tends towards big an' hard."
A few squats pop a giggle, but they are swiftly silenced with a stern look from old Barzhad.
"Well, we'll ready anythin' ya need, lad," Rockfist says, "As always, jus' give the order."

Brynjol decides on a Combat Shield to augment his new Wulfen Crozius. Temur selects a Grav Cannon, with hellfire rounds for his bolter. Cortain decides on a Volkite Caliver, and puts the rest of his points to the team. Cyril grabs the ever-familiar blood of heroes, and makes a realization - with the spare points they have, they can field Executor Thexus as heavy support.

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 22:09:34 No.43361315 Report Delete

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"Let us hunt," Temur states.
"Time to break the flames..." Cortain begins.
"We bring the peace of cold," Cyril affirms.

The two squat pilots take off, towards the world. The Stormbird makes a cloud of steam as it enters the atmosphere.
While Cyril, Cortain, and Brynjol corroborate information, Temur turns to the Paragon of Metal, who is arming his weapons.
"Thexus, how long has it been since you last saw active combat?" he asks.
"PROCESSING...MINOR CYCLE COUNT DISPLAYS 87,807,147 HOURS SINCE LAST RECORDED BATTLEFIELD ACTION."
"Just over 10 millennia," Temur crunches the numbers real quick, "A long time to wait"
"A record that is long past overdue for breaking," Cortain agrees.

The Stormbird is eased over to a large set of river-cut canyons. A few squats on hand at a nearby landing site look up in awe as the Stormbird lands, its doors opening.

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 22:10:36 No.43361329 Report Delete

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The hot soggy air feels thick with moisture. The couple of Squats on hand outside salute with the Aquila as the doors reach their final position.
Cyril leaps out, relishing the thud of boots on soil. "It has been too long since I crushed a bug."
"Welcome, Comrades," Cortain states, "We bring with us liberation through firepower."
"Ah...Commandos!" one Squat says, "Welcome to the Hold of Hylios!"
"Thank you," Cyril replies, "We hear you are besieged by the otherworldly fiends of Hive Fleet Nidhoggr."
"It is good you've come!" another says, "We've lost contact with the cogboys in the Geothermal Genetorums!"
"Geothermal, you said?" Cortain asks, "Perfect."
"We put in a request to the Hold Lord," the Squat admits, "The Ancestors see fit to smile that the request was passed on to you!"
"Your Living Ancestor can make us a round of drinks to celebrate after!" Cyril suggests, "But celebration comes after purging. Where are the Genetorums?"
"Indeed," the second squat says, "A few months back we saw repeated meteor storms, and sent the alert through our Living Ancestors on site. A week back, we lost contact with the Genetorums in the canyons up ahead. Something down there smells...quite rotten now."

"Well, we know how to deal with rot..." Cyril begins, "Brother-Chaplain? You hate the Tyranids as much as I do. Lead us."
"Aye... there's slaying to be done," Brynjol says excitedly, "I am eager to test this new blade."

"Lord Commandos..." the first squat concludes as the Commandos walk off, "We...we already lost our Homeworlds to the Tyranids. Ancestors watch over you, so we do not lose the New ones as well."
"Rest assured, this will not pass," Cortain states.

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 22:11:41 No.43361348 Report Delete

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Temur takes the lead, tracking a way through the river-cut canyons. He can see an easy path, as well as places where the rock was disturbed. There is probably something within the canyons. Temur's path is easy enough to follow, Thexus clanging behind. Moving along the trail, the ground begins to shake somewhat. It stops after about 20 seconds, however. Brynjol drops to one knee, touching the ground lightly with the haptic surfaces of his gauntlet, inhaling and exhaling deeply.

Brynjol feels a disturbance deep underground. It's hard to pinpoint a direction. However, feeling minor vibrations, he can roughly tell it's coming from the rough direction of the holes carved in the canyon walls - the geothermal genetorums. The Commandos advance to the holes in the canyons, but entering them, they rapidly shrink until it's barely big enough for the Commandos to fit through.

The Commandos finally come up to a door, carved with both binaric cant of the Adeptus Mechanicus and runes of the Squat Holds. Cyril laments the fact that he can't read either, but Cortain takes up the slack, decoding the Mechanicus cant.

"Glory to the Omnissiah, the Emperor, and the Motive Force. We who serve this sacred genetorum's spirits allow thy sacred energy into our heart, and open thy doors with a pull, not a push."

Cyril glances wistfully at the Squat runes and pulls the door open. Brynjol trots up to take point, holding the shield out before him... just in case. With a pull, the mechanicus door opens easily enough. within is a small open area, an elevatus platform and terminal evident. Something really DOES smell rotten though. It smells like a mixture of sulfur, rotting flesh, and dead ass.

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 22:12:45 No.43361364 Report Delete

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"I smell brimstone and putrefaction," Brynjol states.
"How late are we?" Cortain asks.
"Maybe a little too much," Brynjol replies, "I suggest haste."
In this area there's just a large elevatus platform and a terminal nearby. The terminal seems to control the elevatus. It's currently set to 1 out of three separate settings. The Commandos take the elevatus down, using their auspexes. They detect heat, a LOT of heat. Power lines are traced deeper into the place. There are three main sources of power - one down a little ways closeby, another deeper and further in (somewhat erratic), and Thexus. Traces of Sulfur are in the air as well.

The Commandos descend, lumenglobes embedded in the rocky walls. After a few minutes, the elevatus stops at the level marked "2." It seems to be another door, marked in the same binaric and runic cant as the earlier one. Opening the door, the heat blasts the Commandos once more. Ahead is a small control centrum, a balcony it seems, from where the rest of the genetorum can be observed.

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 22:13:49 No.43361378 Report Delete

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Cyril growls and begins chanting prayers of warding as the heat washes over him. Thexus engages his atomantic pavise to somewhat mitigate the heat. However, to great concern, there is already a small capillary vent sticking out of the wall here.

"That seems out of place," Cortain states, "Blast it."
The Commandos stab the shit out of the small capillary vent. Superheated blood pours out, and the Commandos feel the ground rumble once more as the vent sags. Observing through a window in this command balcony, the Commandos can see the large genetorums themselves partially submerged in the lava, working as expected. In the center, however, numerous bubbling pools surround a spore-blasting growth, barbed vines all around it.

"I am no expert on the wretched macrogeology of hot worlds..." Cyril points out, "But I do know Tyranids. And that does not belong here."
"We move down," Cortain orders, "I dislike that growth as well."
"Then we make haste," Cyril affirms, "I am eager to wrench that tumor from the Omnissiah's domain."

Taking the elevatus down further, the Elevatus comes to a final stop, the open area ahead. Pools of lava bubble around, while the genetorums continue to draw energy from the heat and area.

"THIS REMINDS ME OF A STORY A LEGIONARY OF THE XVIIIth ONCE TOLD ME OF, ONE OF HIS LEGION'S DEFINING MOMENTS."
Cyril chuckles. "Those Salamanders are far too in love with heat, but their tactics are sound."
Cortain nods, "What better place to tell of the anvil and forge than a geothermal plant?"

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Storytime

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"THIS WAS A STORY TOLD TO HIM, PASSED DOWN BY HIS PROMETHEAN CULT. WHEN THE XVIIIth WERE ESTABLISHED, ONE OF THEIR MISSIONS WAS TO THE CAUCASUS WASTES OF ANCIENT TERRA.

THE CAUCASUS WASTES WERE SHIELDED BY GEOTHERMAL GENETORUMS JUST LIKE THESE. USING THE FIRST TERMITES, THE LEGIONARIES DUG DEEP BELOW TO EXCISE THE HEART OF THE RESISTANCE, THEIR POWER GENETORUMS.

THEY CALLED THEM THE TEMPEST GALLERIES, AND THEY CAME UNDER ATTACK BY POWERFUL AUTOMATA WHO WERE TO PROTECT THE GROUNDS. THE GREATEST WAS A SEGMENTED METAL WYRM, WHO COULD ERASE ENTIRE SQUADS WITH A SUPERHEATED GLANCE.

IT WAS ONLY BY DESTROYING THE HEART AND FORCING THE WYRM INTO THE NODE-NEXUS THAT THE TEMPEST GALLERIES FINALLY SHUT DOWN. LESS THAN A THOUSAND OF THE 20,000 VOLUNTEERS SURVIVED, BUT FOR THEM IT WOULD BE THEIR DEFINING MOMENT, VICTORY AND SACRIFICE BEYOND ALL ODDS.

IT IS ONE REASON THEY ARE SUCH MASTER SMITHS, THE TEMPEST GALLERIES PROVIDED MANY GIFTS..."
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"BUT I DIGRESS," Thexus slows down, "WHAT IS THE COURSE OF ACTION REGARDING THE XENOS INFESTATION?"
"We push on, and kill anything not wrought by humans," Cyril states.

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 22:15:51 No.43361419 Report Delete

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Cortain has a clean shot on the spore chimney, and sears it hard with his Volkite Caliver. The plant-like spore-chimney begins burning from the inside, incinerating some of the thermotropic vines spreading out. Spores are shooting out of the rapidly shrivelling chimney, but they are incinerated as soon as they eject due to the deflagrating energy. There are just the noxious pools remaining.

Cyril gazes sadly at the pools. "How many Squats and tech-priests, I wonder? The xenos will pay."
"Rendering pools?" Temur asks, "At least we are on the right trail."

The heat is beginning to drown out the Commandos' auspexes. It's hard to detect anything here beyond the generatorums along the walls. Moving along to the doors along each Genetorum, the Commandos note a few are covered with vines, now rapidly dying due to the death of the Spore Chimney.

Cyril contemptuously slices a shriveling vine with his knife. However, the ground begins to shake once more. This time, it doesn't stop after a few seconds. It gets worse...and worse...and...

The Commandos brace for impact as the surroundings become a mix of explosions, lava flowing, and a loss of footing, as the Commandos find themselves falling. Eventually, things level out, and autosenses pick up for the dim magma-provided light.

"Thexus, how do you fare?" Cortain asks.
"ALL SYSTEMS NOMINAL, COVENANTER," Thexus replies, "I AM DETECTING LARGE AMOUNTS OF HEAT FROM EVERY DIRECTION, AS WELL AS MINOR ELECTRIC PULSES."

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 22:16:52 No.43361439 Report Delete

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The Magma seems to be pulsating across the wide, wide walls. At one point, the Commandos can see translucent tubes of magma flowing up, along the surprisingly squishy ground. The ground is moving with a sort of rhythm. Up, down, up, down. Incidentally, that rhythm is the same as the pulses of magma travelling along the walls. Auspexes pick up electrical signals that move in synch with the ground, travelling downward in regular intervals.

"The molten rock along the walls moves in concert with the floor - the beast lies below us, and it moves lots of the stuff!" Cyril yells.
"Dare we risk baiting this terror?" Cortain asks.
"I read electric pulses..." Cyril realizes, "Also synchronized with the seisms and lava!.. Moving toward us! The beast comes!"

Temur has a vague suspicion, but holds off for now. Cyril and Cortain let their zeal carry them forward, to where they find two fleshy sacs in the walls. The Commandos fire their bolters at the sacs, which explode, revealing a passageway deeper in. However, they hear a roar echo forth...all around them. The floor itself begins to constrict, as the roar echoes down the tube. Superheated blood sprays out from the sac, as the constriction blocks the way backwards.

Cyril and Cortain continue to charge, until Temur has finally had enough.
"HOLD!" he finally yells.
"We must find the beast!" Cyril insists.
"This IS the beast, brothers!" Temur realizes, "We're inside it."

Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 22:17:53 No.43361463 Report Delete

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The Commandos stand amongst a large pit of acid, thin paths across the caustic substance stable and evident. The only creatures rumored to be this size are Magma Corers fully grown, so the Commandos have their work cut out for them.

"Bah," Cyril sighs, "What do we break to earn a FIGHT?"
"LEGIONARY, I BELIEVE THE XENOS HAS GIFTED US WITH A PRIME OPPORTUNITY. PERHAPS IT CAN BE DESTROYED FROM WITHIN."
"Aye," Cyril nods, "But which part to we break? I have never encountered such a bioform."
"INTERESTING," Thexus looks around, "THE WISDOM OF THE LEGIONARIES OF OLD NEVER REALLY DOES CHANGE..."
Temur stops to think. The heart. Just like the Salamanders of old, they need to find the heart.
"LEGIONARIES, I ADVISE MOVING ON, BEFORE THE ACID RISES."

"And do you know where this bioform keeps its heart?" Cyril asks. Regrettably, as Brynjol has needed to leave early today, nobody has medicae.
"LEGIONARY, I ADVISE SEEKING OUT A PLACE WHERE THE SKIN IS THINNER, IF THAT IS YOUR CHOICE. GIVEN THE ACID, IT IS PROBABLE THIS LOCALE IS HEAVILY ARMORED."

The Commandos stop to think. This is probably one of a few stomachs. A beast of this size probably has redundant vital organs. If the heart is the target, it will probably be outside the digestive tract. First, however, an exit must be found. Cyril remembers an old sergeant who always said to aim either just below or just above the stomach for maximal vital organs. Carving into the skin of the stomach proves fruitless, as rocky armor guards against acid below the flesh-layers.

The Commandos enter a small passage after traversing through the stomach. Cortain absent-mindedly drags his relic blade along the wall, eliciting roars of annoyance, but Cyril advises against such an action - let the beast think itself safe for now. Within the passage, the air is highly caustic, a series of tubes leading into the darkness.

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 22:19:27 No.43361494 Report Delete

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Struggling to remember basic anatomy, the Commandos eventually realize they are within the Intestines. The Intestine is like a maze, but the Commandos can see a path left, and a path right. The armor that lined the stomach is here as well, but it stands to reason that it will thin the further from the stomach one gets.

The Intestine Maze was a small maze with a series of binary choices - there was a path through, arranged in a circular pattern, while alternate paths would more often then not lead to an acid-lined appendix. The shortest path was four choices, the combination right, left, left, right. The Commandos managed to guess wrong EVERY SINGLE TIME, since they had no medicae skill as a guide. It was humorous watching them fumble about, though the caustic air was beginning to erode their armor. Engaging Squad Mode to boost their movement speed, the Commandos eventually do bumble their way to a location where the skin seems somewhat translucent. Cortain leaps at the opportunity to unleash his pent-up frustration on the intestine, cutting through and dropping the Commandos outside the Digestive Tract, into the Chest Cavity.

Standing on rocky bone, the Commandos begin to hear something.

*pump pump* *pump pump* *pump pump*

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 22:20:28 No.43361513 Report Delete

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"I think we found the heart," Cyril observes.
"One heart, at least," Temur clarifies, recalling the bit about redundant organs.
"It would still inconvenience him a deal," Cortain suggests.

The Commandos track the sounds a little ways ahead. They can see a large room in the distance, some movement within. Entering the wide Heart Chamber, they can see the beating heart in the distance. However, out of the ground, boils begin to grow and erupt. Out of them rush dozens of little Hormagaunts. The Commandos gear up for war.

The waves of Hormagaunts, clawing their way through the Magma Corer to reach the Commandos, pour forward in a wave of fire. Dozens of claws wash over Cyril and Thexus, heavily damaging them and their armor. Luckily, in the close quarters of the Magma Corer's chest cavity, the Hormagaunts cannot efficiently level their numbers. While Thexus and Cyril hold the horde in place, Temur and Cortain go to town with bolt shell and volkite beam. Cyril takes up a position behind Thexus, letting the Paragon of Metal absorb the hits and respond in kind with Darkfire Cannon, Volkite Charger, and Irad Cleanser, while Cyril provides heavy anti-horde power with his hellfire-loaded bolter.

Eventually the horde is thinned, and the Commandos see the Heart ahead. Opening up with everything they have, the strain eventually pops the heart in a fountain of blood and magma. A loud roar echoes through the caverns, and the Commandos hear something else further down the halls.

*PUMP PUMP* *PUMP PUMP* *PUMP PUMP*

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 22:21:35 No.43361526 Report Delete

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Another Heart, beating much faster now.
"Quickly! While it panics!" Cortain yells.

The Ground is somewhat difficult to get one's footing on, but keeping in squad mode, the Commandos make good time through the creature's sternum regardless. Rushing forward through the pulsating organic corridors, they can hear the heart getting louder and louder.

Finally, the Commandos come to a larger room, an even larger heart in the creature's center. But they are not alone. A number of Tyranid Warriors crawl out of the boil-holes, weapons raised.

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 22:22:57 No.43361556 Report Delete

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Cyril and Thexus take a forward position. While Thexus provides an opening salvo, scattering the Horde, it is Cyril who takes down a pair of Tyranid Warriors, each time scoring Righteous Fury thanks to Hellfire ammunition. Cortain takes aim with his Volkite Caliver, and rakes across another Warrior, a quadruple-fury ensuring the beast falls quickly. Narrowly dodging flamespitter and magma cannon biomorph blasts, the Commandos rally as Temur follows up with a grav cannon salvo into another Tyranid Warrior. Using Thexus once more to split the remaining Warriors, and gibbing one with a lucky Darkfire blast, Cyril aims true and takes down the remaining Warrior, crashing to the ground in a bloody mess.

Cortain is now clear to look up. The primary Heart is too tough for direct damage, but he notes a pair of arteries feeding into it. He deflagrates one artery with a series of martian death rays, deflagrating the first Artery as magmatic blood begins to flood the room. Temur tries firing his grav cannon at the artery, but its lack of direct armor means the Gravitons have little to augment. Cyril orders Thexus to excise the remaining artery, and he obliges, the Darkfire Cannon raking across the artery, severing it in an expert display of laser surgery.

The heart itself finally begins to twitch and stop. The Commandos hear a most terrible roar as the floor goes vertical, and they all fall backwards once more. Cortain reaches out with the Servo Arm for something to clamp onto, as on the surface of Hylios, the gargantuan Magma Corer breaches the surface, bellowing its cry, before falling once more, dead.

After a few moments, it seems the body is already beginning to decompose.
"Ackgh! No no no no!" Cyril yells, "This needs study by the Ordo Xenos!"

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"Lad, it seems that thing's scream fried the minds of the nearby Tyranids," Rockfist says, "Seems that thing was the synapse node."
"Perfect," Cortain states.
"Excellent," Cyril agrees, "I had worried that we merely eliminated a portion of the swarm."

Before leaving, however, the Commandos desire a trophy. Sifting through the bits of rocky flesh that was once the heart, the Commandos pick out a set of compressed minerals - two the size of a helmet, one the size of a fist, and the last maybe a thumb. Content with such precious heartstones, the Commandos board the Stormbird for exit.

Cyril orders the Stormbird around to the creature's head on the exit trajectory, the two Urists obliging. The Squats begin taking as many notes as they can, some brave ones even going INSIDE the beast. This Magma Corer is the size of a Raider-class voidship at least. The Squats' morale is soaring right now. Its head is lined with teeth, many the size of buildings. It has two odd glands in front, that secretes acid. Its jaw is split in the middle, so it can open sideways. None of the Commandos being psykers, there is little else that can be said.

"A hunt and kill worthy of telling at the hall of the Khan," Temur laughs, "I have never heard of such a monster slain at the hands of so few except the Titanicus!"
"We shot a titan to death, we beat Daemon Princes up," Cortain notes, "I feel something like this would be completely possible."
"Studying a Magma Corer is a huge blow against Nidhoggr," Cyril states, "We did good today, Brothers."

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Leaning out the access doors, the Commandos cut off a piece of the creature's skull, a battle standard sized piece of corer plate. Now ready to move, they order Ordo Xenos chirurgeons and savants to the site, though the beast will most likely decompose before they can arrive.

As the Stormbird begins its final approach into the launch bay, the Commandos see Thexus is staring out a window. He is...whispering.

"Something troubles the spirit?" Cortain whispers, poking Cyril and Temur.

"I HAVE READ THE ARCHIVES...THESE XENOS, THEY WERE CALLED HERE. LORD OF ULTRAMAR, WHEN YOU IGNITED YOUR IMPERIUM SECUNDUS WITH THE PHAROS' LIGHT, DID YOU FORESEE THIS TOO?"

Thexus stops, and turns around.

"COME, LEGIONARIES, LET US NOT TARRY. THERE IS STILL MUCH TO BE DONE."

The Stormbird docks with the Blade, and support teams are on station to assist with repairs and damage. The Commandos breathe deep, their mission is complete.

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Shas'o R'myr !!J5+vjygjQuK Thu 29 Oct 2015 22:29:22 No.43361681 Report Delete

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Very few can claim to have been eaten by a Tyranid, and lived to tell the tale. Fewer can say they killed said Tyranid from within after beaing eaten. With a good sword arm and faith in the Emperor's divine provenance, everything turns out as He plans.

Thanks for listening during this storytime. if you want to read more, you can find Episodes 1-12 at
http://www.mediafire.com/download/dxr1rl22aq7k6q7/Spess_Mareen_Republican_Commando_Collected_Visions_%28Cour_1%29.rar

Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it. I'll be back eventually with more stories.

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Temur Fri 30 Oct 2015 01:09:14 No.43364191 Report Delete

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>>43360849
>>43360869
>>43360910
I regret nothing, it was funny and unexpected.

Anonymous

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a good read, as always. Out of curiousity, how many sessions in advance are you guys?

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>>43364908
with this release you're up to current

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>>43360104
>"Invasion? It looked as though they'd been here a while," he shrugs, "We were hardly using this world anyway. 'Pest control' seems more accurate."
Hah, that makes it sound like we were the pests and not the 'Crons
>>43360158
Those fucking Maximus helmets make me smile every time I see them
>>43361029
And those are lovely models too
Would that I had unlimited time and funds to throw at armymaking
>>43361068
>Eventually, Urist McMorpho and Urist McPequod pull down in the Thunderhawk, doors opening. The Storm Eagle comes in low to pick the Commandos up.
Well which is it boss? Make up yer mind
>>43361107
I'm hoping we meet them again. I like it when Cyril gets angry.
>>43361141
Aw. My responses and docking authorization are gone. Oh well.
>>43361186
>codex deviancy
I'm one to talk... But I'd just gotten so pleasantly used to just having robutts and Squats aboard. And Rose, but her atrocious marksmanship isn't really opposing the 'humans that aren't soldiers, cogheads, or deathworlders are strange and annoying' idea.
>>43361277
>training
Cyril has been slacking off on obstacle courses and Castlevania practice
Gonna have to catch up
>>43361315
So that's what they look like
Fuck me, why do I want one?
>>43361513
And thus began the inevitable dual-wielding. Phobos makes a great sidearm to support the sheer dakka of the Storm Bolter with something punchier.
>>43364908
As >>43365066 says. We're trying to keep http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Republican_Commando up to date, but anyone else is welcome to chime in.

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