https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3PJxzxP3_RY 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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Episode 13 - Wet and Dry
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Cyril heads to the Holomap, where Thexus and Rose are standing near.
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"We shall honour your recommendation first, Thexus," Cortain declares.
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Thexus begins his long, long lecture.
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"Interesting. I thank you, Thexus," Cyril says, "I also have... another question. What can you tell me of the World Eaters?"
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"I will not. Thank you," Cyril whispers, "These lessons do much to teach us of our Legionary ancestors."
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"Thexus, how off orbit is this world?" Cortain asks.
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"Thexus, do we have coordinates for the Castellum?" Cyril asks.
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The Commandos hop into the Land Raider Achilles, which is loaded up to a Thunderhawk Transporter. Urist McPequod and Urist McMorpho sit at the controls, and slowly take the Thunderhawk out. Breaking atmosphere, it's a very rough ride down, as the transporter and tonk are buffeted by the winds. Cyril quietly sings a song about persisting in duty even through the foulest blizzards as the winds buffet the transporter. Eventually, the Commandos enter freefall for a second, before feeling the thud of ground.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t_-_GnB-1CE Landing on the cold world of Enigmus, the Land Raider's augurs identify a number of things. First of all, the blizzards buffeting the tonk are comprised of toxic chem-crystals. The Commandos infer it's best not to take off their helmets. Secondly, the Commandos can pick up solid structures to the north of the ice plain they have landed on. Cortain can barely pick out the power source from earlier, well to the northeast.
Cyril angles the tank north. Though it is somewhat hard to see with the blizzards ahead, his autosenses are covering for him. Passing by large rocks, pointy icy shards sticking out of the ground, with remnants of stuff within, and great walls of solid ice on occasion, the Commandos come up to a set of stone ruins, as they angle the tank northeast. The ruins appear to be made of stone, almost reminiscent of shelters or huts, covered in ice, organic signatures within, but the Commandos decide theirs is not one to pick through such places, and move on.
Cyril keeps rolling the tank Northeast as Cortain directed. After a fair bit of driving, the rumbling of ground gives way to gritty hissing...then splashing. Cyril looks carefully ahead to be sure he won't drive a sacred tonk into anything splashy, but finds the winds blowing around a cold beach, or what was once a beach before the deep freeze took everything. The Commandos can see more ice spikes to the side, shadows within, and ahead...a large body of water. Further in the distance, a large mountain of ice looms.
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Cyril weaves a few lines about the Emperor's protection into his song about storms' powerlessness to impede the Sons of the Primarchs, engaging an Oath to the Emperor, and then pause to regain their bearings. Cortain determines the power signal seems to be coming in a bit stronger. It's in the direction of the ice mountain. However, he also picks something else up - energy pulses, source unknown, originating from the seafloor. They start at a point somewhere on the seafloor, and pulse outwards, in the direction of the ice mountain, getting weaker.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cf3bQpaRaFg "Hm. Are seas like this natural?" Cyril asks, "I find it distasteful."
"This weather seems unnatural," Cortain notes.
The Land Raider's limited lights can see some of what is ahead. Travelling the ocean floor, the Commandos can see more ice shards, and the dessicated remains of what was probably once sea life amongst the ice. Not a single thing remains alive. Lesser men would find it disconcerting. Cyril rolls over everything in the way, making a straight line to the reading. Heading in the direction of the ice mountain, the underwater pulsing becomes stronger and stronger. And then the Commandos can identify a green pulse of energy surging across the sea floor, far ahead. In the dark murk, a clear set of structures is seen, the origin of the pulse a few kilometer or so away.
"Did you see that, Brothers?" Cyril asks.
"Clearly," Cortain replies, "And I dislike the implications."
Along each pulse the Commandos can see fresh ice form - it's quite evident now the ice is not natural. Avoiding the ice, it's taking a bit to avoid it, and the Land Raider is slowed up on freshly formed ice every so often. Travelling at max speed, the Commandos eventually reach the vertical cliffside of the ice mountain. Within can be seen unidentifiable shadows within the ice. Auspex displays as organic. Another green pulse shoots past, under the ice mountain's walls. The Commandos can see the ice grow thicker with every pulse.
"Bioforms caught in the ice. Cortain, where is the signal we were headed for?" Cyril asks. However, the constantly regenerating ice is playing havoc on Cortain's auspex.
"Ice is impeding the signal," he sighs. SOMEWHERE inside that large mountain is the signal, but Cortain cannot get a better fix, especially with the ice constantly spreading.
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The Commandos first reconnoiter the area - it's ice all around. Then they try to melt their way through the ice. They do make progress, but with every green pulse, new ice forms, and while they are confident they can eventually blast through the ice, time is not on their side.
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The Commandos advance on the generators, turning the Land Raider's multi-meltas on a Necron plasma generator, destroying it. The Tomb Citadel, detecting an attack, first readies Gauss Turrets in response. The Gauss Turrets fire at the Land Raider, damaging it somewhat and stunning Cyril at the wheel. Temur and Cortain release cover fire with the sponson multi-meltas, destroying the two gauss turrets. With Cyril recovering, they continue their advance on the scattered generators, destroying two more in a large blast. This time, the Tomb Citadel summons a Gauss Pylon, but the sudden strain of summoning causes the Gauss Annihilator to miss. Now in a rush against the superheavy defensive turret, the Commandos turn their multi-meltas onto the final set of generators, causing the entire complex to phase out. The Gauss Pylon takes a few more parting shots, but Cyril ducks and weaves through the murk, avoiding all the shots.
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"The Castellum?" Cyril asks, "At last."
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Travelling down the hallway to the left and making a further left left, the Commandos come to a large open space. This was probably meant for a tank, but this part of the castellum is buried within the ice. There's a path further to the left, and there's a passageway down, deeper into the depths of the island the Castellum was built on. They determine the power source deeper within the castellum, but decide to check the side passage for good measure. Following the path further left, the Commandos loop around again. This area is black, autosenses compensating. There is a door identical to the other side, but it has been frozen over, still laying within the ice. There are more bolters and a cogitator, long since frozen to uselessness. Cortain readies his servo-arm, punching through the ice and ripping the door off its mechanisms. However, he is greeted...with a wall of ice, the interior of the mountain above the frozen castellum.
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Based on the clean cuts, and the presence of Necrons, it was most likely a Necron weapon that did him in. Following the passageway down, the Commandos come across to a large storage room, in utter disarray. Ammunition and weapons lay strewn about. More dead corpses, maybe three or four. It's clear this place only had maybe a combat squad to guard it. Cyril and Temur reach the center of the ruined armory, and hear something. A skittering. all around.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uBWWumC4XBc The Tomb Stalker circles the Commandos rapidly amongst the debris, as they ready for combat. Cyril opens up first with a wave of anti-phasic bolts in his bolter, while Temur covers him with accurate Grav Cannon fire. Cortain raises his bolter, adding to the punishing blows, but the Tomb Stalker begins its own assault. It fires its gauss flayers at Cyril and Temur, but they manage to dodge out of the way. However, the Tomb stalker continues, raking the Commandos with its thousand metal legs, and impaling Cyril with one, opening his armor and exposing him to the toxic air.
The Commandos press the attack. Cyril fires first, but the agile Tomb Stalker avoids every storm bolter hit. It falls to Temur and his grav cannon, the ideal weapon for dealing with Monstrous Creatures. Another set of grav pulses, and the the canoptek construct begins to falter, before falling down, and phasing out.
"I do not like Necrons," Cyril mutters, applying some basic repair cement as an emergency measure, "Now, before it interrupted..."
The Astartes corpses are dead and dessicated, preserved in the cold like a mummy. Cyril intones a few prayers for the man and draws his combat knife to harvest a sample of his flesh and memories. Cyril looks to Cortain, who hesitantly nods. It's not like there's much left to respect. He'll be buried properly anyways. Cyril takes a nibble of the ded spess mareen, and he closes his eyes as the memories take him.
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There is a side hallway, flanked by the banners of the Ultramarines. The power source is down that way according to augur arrays. Cyril leads the way down deeper, wary lest the Stalker return or another threat emerge. Cortain keeps a silent prayer as he marches down. Temur keeps his eyes open for further threats he may need to dispatch.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RtwuORkRGHw Cortain finds himself aboard a ship of some kind, clearly Xenos in origin. Dozens of
Ultramarines, bolters raised are running forward. One turns to him. "Come, Covenanter! Do not
tarry! We shall have our revenge against them!" They are running down into a large room.
"Geneseed flashbacks?" Cortain wonders.
All around, Cortain can hear bolter fire and yells, as well as explosions. More legionaries run
past, addressing him.
"Come, Brother! For the Primarch, and the Honor of Ultramar!"
"My legacy before my eyes..." he muses, "This is all my history."
Cortain follows, hesitantly, as the memories guide.
"What is our duty here?" he asks a passing legionary.
"Today we gain our revenge and remove the black stain of dishonor from our legacy!" one legionary
says.
Entering the room, Cortain can see the legionaries in combat with some giant...creature. Its
armor is baroque, but within, he can see a foggy half-corporeal entity. With a blast of psychic
might, it blasts away a number of legionaries.
"Abomination!" Cortain yells.
"Brother..." one dying legionary says to Cortain, "It is up to you..."
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RtwuORkRGHw Cortain finds himself aboard a ship of some kind, clearly Xenos in origin. Dozens of Ultramarines, bolters raised are running forward. One turns to him. "Come, Covenanter! Do not tarry! We shall have our revenge against them!" They are running down into a large room.
"Geneseed flashbacks?" Cortain wonders.
All around, Cortain can hear bolter fire and yells, as well as explosions. More legionaries run past, addressing him.
"Come, Brother! For the Primarch, and the Honor of Ultramar!"
"My legacy before my eyes..." he muses, "This is all my history."
Cortain follows, hesitantly, as the memories guide.
"What is our duty here?" he asks a passing legionary.
"Today we gain our revenge and remove the black stain of dishonor from our legacy!" one legionary says.
Entering the room, Cortain can see the legionaries in combat with some giant...creature. Its armor is baroque, but within, he can see a foggy half-corporeal entity. With a blast of psychic might, it blasts away a number of legionaries.
"Abomination!" Cortain yells.
"Brother..." one dying legionary says to Cortain, "It is up to you..."
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The Osiran Psybrid turns to Cortain, wordlessly. Out the window, Cortain can see numerous hourglass-shaped ships in combat with proud vessels of the Ultramarines. The baroque Osiran Psybrid raises its hand out, shooting out a blast of psychic lightning, which washes over Cortain painfully. The vaguely equine shadow within the baroque, steam-leaking armor laughs a chill laugh. But Cortain is ready. He draws the small gladius, charging forward. The creature raises its hands, extending a protective psychic Force Field. But then something odd happens.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WcKh-dGYGVQ Turning around, the Ultramarines Legionary in front of Cortain bows, a deep bow of honor and respect.
Cortain raises the sword. "For Ultramar! For Terra!"
Content that its legacy of honor continues, the Ultramarine Praetor fades away, slowly...
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And Cortain finds himself back at the generator, with the Gladius Invictus. Somehow, he feels he has acquired what he came here for. The generatorum sputters its last, the room going dark before autosenses kick in.
Cortain retrieves the corpse, and exits.
"This Legionary died to protect this relic, a relic of..." Cortain pauses to explain the flashback, "Personal value in the Legion."
Cyril is frozen into the patient pose of a veteran ambusher, his armour locked into position to hold him up in comfortable relaxation without sacrificing combat-readiness, and nods acknowledgement, rousing from his trance.
"A relic recovered, and honor restored," Temur observes, "Not what was expected, but fitting a son of Ultramar should be the one to do so."
The Commandos do their duty, recovering the bodies of the Ultramarines and placing them reverently within the Land Raider.
"The World Eaters were not the only Legion with a presence in the Tiji Sector, then..." Cyril muses. Though, given the proximity of the Tiji Sector to the Realm of Ultramar, it makes sense.
"It is likely that the Ultramarines appeared some time after the War Hounds colonized it," Cortain explains.
"THERE WERE MANY LEGIONS PRESENT IN THE SECTOR, LEGIONARY," Thexus voxes, "THE XII SIMPLY HAD THE LARGEST PRESENCE."
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PCpzxGF4A8M Executor Thexus, the Castellax Paragon of Metal, stands over the bodies of the Ultramarines as they are prepped for delivery to the Realm of Ultramar.
"LEAVE, HELOTS."
The Squats nod, and leave Thexus alone.
"WHERE DID IT ALL GO WRONG? WE WERE UNSTOPPABLE. THE GALAXY WAS OURS. WE HAD IT ALL. TEN THOUSAND YEARS SINCE WHAT THE LEGIONARIES HAVE CALLED THE HORUS HERESY...IT WAS AS HARSH BACK THEN AS IT WAS NOW."
Thexus kneels by each Legionary.
"I ENTERED STANDBY AT THE HEIGHT OF BETRAYAL. I AWAKEN TO SEE OUR GREAT WORKS FALLING EVERY DAY. THESE LEGIONARIES, HOWEVER...THEY ARE LEARNING."
Thexus finally turns to the elaborate corpse.
"YOU WERE THE LUCKY ONES. YOU FELL BEFORE YOU COULD SEE EVERYTHING SLIP AWAY."
Thexus picks up the Legionary's helmet, his mechadendrites holding it reverently.
"YOU HAVE EARNED YOUR REST, LEGIONARY. BUT SOME PARTS OF YOU...WILL CONTINUE TO SERVE."
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And so the Commandos have found a relic, one of brighter times, before the collapse of everything during the Horus Heresy. The Gladius Invictus is a small power blade, but in the hands of an Ultramarine, an Auroran in this case, it is capable of making a mockery of any shield it faces. The weapon has chosen Cortain, and while he is content with it, the Commandos are eager to seek out more relics of their storied pasts.
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Episode 14 - The Ritual
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Cortain salutes, while Thexus returns to his duties, somewhat silent. He is then requested by Temur.
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A number of squats assume their positions, and the Blade enters the warp towards its next destination. Cyril hums a song of clarity and focus as he assembles the interior pieces of his new freezer, leaning over the heavy slabs joined together to form the exterior. Cortain begins to contemplate his new hobby of swordsmanship with Bryns leg finally done. As he traverses the workshop, he chances across a few remaining piece of the Razorback that was lost in Nogred, that have yet to be restored. He realizes, however, that it may be wise to review any intelligence on the world of Ixion II to better prepare for the mission.
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While most of the arks are silent, there is a large amount of vox-chatter surrounding one Hive-Ark. It seems there's a lot of travel back and forth from the Ark and a pair of frigates somewhere in orbit. They all bear Imperial vox-sigils.
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Temur pulls Cyril aside. "Better question, Brother, who issued the contract? This is unusual."
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"We are the Deathwatch, finest of the Adeptus Astartes," Cyril declares, intoning an Oath to the Emperor, "We are the Emperor's Fury, and we will bring this hive back to His fold!"
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Seriously, this is a good time.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G3Ut5c2SeTo The Hive Ark bobs over the waves. Around, the Commandos can see a number of the citizens staring at the landing, and gaping in awe at them. While a fair number of eyes are on the PMC making their landing, the Commandos are the center of attention.
Cortain tosses a bundle of his Ledger to the crowds, who go wild grabbing them, thankful for any gift from the hands of a spess mareen.. Temur attempts to tune a secondary vox channel to the PMC command frequency, but struggles to do so as the vox channels are constantly changing for security. Temur asks Cortain for assistance, but Cyril beats them to the punch, listening in on the PMC's voxnets.
Most of the vox chatter deals with landing and establishing a forward operating base on the surface for now. A number of the contractors on the ground are trying to keep the citizens of the hive away, while the landing is performed. Overall, while the Commandos' presence is the talk of the observing Hivers, the contractors are busy with their own duties. Urist McPequod and Urist McMorpho take off once more, awaiting the call when ready.
Cyril leaves the contractors' channel on the transport bay's speakers and tries sweeping local comms for anything suspicious on the off-chance he gets lucky before landing. He finds nothing out of the ordinary. Temur requests Rockfist use the Blade's augurs to scan for anything untoward, but Rockfist can only detect the heat - he advises asking the locals for assistance. Taking a glance over the crowd, Cyril notes no outward heretical chanting or actions in the crowd at the landing zone.
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The Hive-Ark is more a water-floating voidship than a hive-proper. They hold enough people for a small-sized hive, however, no doubt countless thousands performing their menial duties within. While a majority of the contractors are focused on the immediate landing, some advance teams have been sent to recon the hive itself. Some locations they can pick up are the Hive-Ark's life sustainers, augur arrays, and crew quarters.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Solar Sect Engineers are deployed out, and after about an hour or so, the Commandos get another vox.
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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"
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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.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=havhaDYh0Sc 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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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. Humbled Techmarine of Ultramar
>>43360849 >>43360869 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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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IxL-bM5tA1g "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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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.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LUjxPj3al5U 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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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"Rockfist, I believe we are done here," Temur voxes.
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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.
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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.
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(Episode 15 - Firestorm Under Hylios)
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"We stand ready to serve," the first Serf guy says, "We bring thy sacred wargear and regalia."
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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."
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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.
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What the fuck is going on?
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...a mop.
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However, he notes a tiny attachment point at the bottom.
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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.
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"Let us hunt," Temur states.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=POUzQLCMdUk 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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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.
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"I smell brimstone and putrefaction," Brynjol states.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c4c9L8upF3c 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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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.
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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.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jDhXbp6N4EE 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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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.
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"I think we found the heart," Cyril observes.
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Another Heart, beating much faster now.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tefHnq1ZW9I 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."
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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.
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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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>>43360849 >>43360869 >>43360910 I regret nothing, it was funny and unexpected.
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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.
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>>43365066 says. We're trying to keep
http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Republican_Commando up to date, but anyone else is welcome to chime in.
