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« Reply #20 on: October 20, 2013, 08:48:24 PM »
The commissar and his retinue get out and charge up the hell guns and melta guns on the way down the chimeras back door with humms and clicks.  They all take cover in the building across the road from the gate they want the SGT. to rocket.  all heads down the commissar keys his micro bead set to repeat from the chimeras vox and send out the following "On your cue Sgt. over"

All ready to advance the krigesmen will wait for the rocket to hit chimera drive though first then the men will storm in the other side.

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« Reply #21 on: October 21, 2013, 10:26:55 AM »
Cassie came to a sudden stop as she slammed her back against a pillar for cover.  Her inner strength showing as she watches the battle wage on without so much as a twitch in her face. 

The vox comes on, "Firebug to Ace, Firebug to Ace," Madigan chimed in, "You've got a clear shot at the gate. We'll cover you."

Cassie listens to the squawking over the vox as she watches an enemy unit come out of hiding and rush to block her advance.

Grabbing the vox she scoffs annoyingly, "Firebug... you get rattled around in that tin can of yours?"  After a pause she barks into the mic, "There's a fraking party down there!  You worry about making it home in one piece, I'll deal with the fraking door!!"  Then she smirks and says with a much happier tone, ".... Also, we have to have a talk about these stupid call signs, I see myself as more of a 'Boom Boom be-atch' but ..... something more pleasant."

Slamming the vox down she turns to her squad and demands, "Ready frags, flint; give me a krak, Rico; prep the charge.  We're going to slam right through those frakers and hit that wall with meltas.   On my mark...."

"CHARGE!!!" she screams as the whole unit jumps out of cover and sprints toward the enemy.  The grenade launchers fire and frag grenades are thrown into the enemy blowing bits of them every where.  The demo charge is thrown towards the back and a huge explosion rocks the whole training ground as servitors are thrown into the air in pieces and the gate itself is shaken and cracked.  Through the smoke Cassandra sees the one servitor left in her way and leaps into the air to steady her aim.  She fires a precision shot with the krak missile and vaporises her target. 

The few servitors that are left raise their weapons and fire upon the charging guardsmen but fail to hit anyone as they're met with bayonets to their faces.  Half of Cassandra's squad runs right past the servitors and reach the gate.  They pull out their meltabombs and Cassie calls to them, "At the bottom and sync them!"  Then as the last servitor is incapacitated Cassie screams, "Get to cover!!" Consolidating into the other side of the cover her squad ducks down and braces themselves.  Cassie plugs her ears with her fingers, shuts her eyes tight and lets a huge smile grow across her face.

The lights on the meltabombs blink out of sync, but they harmonize with each other until they blink all together.  A deafening sound shakes the very ground and a shockwave blasts through the area.  The explosion pushes the bottom of the gate violently back, ripping it off of its bottom hinges.  The top of it, still connected to the wall, hang on but only pull itself down.  The final hinges rip apart with the horrible sound of metal scraping metal as the doors drop to the ground.  The wall sections, now twisted and bent, topple over their own weight and come crashing down with a thunderous roar.

In that still moment of shock after everything has settled, you can hear Cassandra's small giggle echo through the ship.
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« Reply #22 on: October 21, 2013, 07:53:18 PM »
Boom the explosion sounds and the dusts starts to settle on the other side of the gate but before the chance come the Comissar's Chimera come pushing though it taking off the last of hinging part at the top of the gate on the way out.   with a bang the chimera thunders though dropping fiering it's powerfull turret mounted laser weapon at any who oppose and behind it comes 10 deathly troopers shooting any resistance down with powerful beams of las and taking the return fire with the thick amour.  Haltius is right in the thick of it shooting his bolt pistol at the targets he gets the opportunity to blast.  The krigsmen take some incoming rounds but nothing that put any one down and out.  They reach the next building and spread out into its cover and get the chimera close to it.

After a about 30 seconds the firing stopped and the Guardsmen secured the breach for the rest of the unit to advance though.  The comissar instructs them to cover the breach and area and states "we will re-embark once the rest get though this funnel!  vox it up trooper to the other that the path is clear.

static "other signs it is clear to advance the gate has been secured"  comes though over the network in a masked voice.

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« Reply #23 on: October 23, 2013, 03:05:57 PM »
"Firebug," Sergeant Vlachen scoffed down the vox. "What, you get rattled around in that tin can of yours?"

"As a matter of fact," Madigan remarked as Fallon started swearing at the console, "yes."

"Well amphetamine parrot," Vlachen countered, feigning surprise. "There's a frakking party down there! You worry about making it home in one piece; I'll deal with the frakking door."

"You do that," Madigan muttered, reaching back over to turn the vox off. Vlachen's suddenly cheery voice stopped her.

"Also, we have to have a talk about these stupid call signs," Vlachen continued. "I see myself as more of a 'boom-boom be-atch' but... maybe something more pleasant."

The line went dead as the tank's engine finally turned over. Fallon cheered.

"We're good to go, sergeant," he reported, seeming only too pleased with himself.

"About time," Madigan responded. "I'm sure not missing the fun just because the tank stalled."

Fallon threw the tank forwards and Madigan looked over at the viewscreens as explosions tore into the crowd of servitors in front of the door. Some were clearly from frag grenades, but one in particular threw up a smoky fireball big enough to almost obscure the gate from view.

"Who brought a damn demo charge?" Donaghue shouted down from the turret.

"Who do you think?" Madigan called back up. "Eyes on the auspex, Emrys, no more surprises."

The dull crump of several meltabombs going off at once vibrated faintly through the floor of the tank and Madigan watched as Commissar Haltius' Chimera crashed through the now-weakened gate, clearing the way for the Krieg troopers in its wake. To Madigan's confusion, the Chimera ground to a halt on the other side.

"Well don't just sit there, dumbass," Madigan muttered. "We've got a generator to blow up. amphetamine parrot. Rhodri, keep going."

She picked up the vox.

"Firebug to Kriegsmesser -- with respect, Commissar, if you're holding position, at least tell your driver to stop blocking the damn road," Madigan informed him. "We're in the best position to take out the generator, so we need to be able to get there."



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...and if the Chimera doesn't move, Madigan is probably going to end up going through it. No, she doesn't much like the Commissariat. :P

I just need a callsign for the Oxnard now to complete the set.
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« Reply #24 on: October 23, 2013, 05:22:36 PM »
"Krigsmesser roger we are though the breach and chimera is going to move forwards" The commisar said dripping with sarcasm and distaste to the tank commander. "we will the move to generatorium" as soon as the rest are though the breach head's security is priority we can not do to much with only 10 men if the enemy cuts it off!"  with that the commissar signals the chimera forward with a wave of the whole arm. upon watching the other signs move to the other side of the wall the krige infantry mount up with the commissar last keeping an eye out. 

Back in the chimera waiting for the "firebug" to take the point and follow it to the objective Haltius is fuming in his thoughts over the disrespect the tank's commander showed to him.  once the exercise is over the trooper would get a stern talking to from me or a light flogging depending on his "interview" with the troopers un-professional communications.

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« Reply #25 on: October 23, 2013, 08:09:45 PM »
[ooc]
Oxnard would respond to "Lump", as in Faarst Lump, from the historic holotapes of the same name. He'd probably be excited to talk to "Lieutennant 'Gan!" You might lose your legs partway through the adventure though. On the plus side, your character would gain a tremendous degree of faith in the Emperor by the end of our adventure...
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Oxnard peered wide eyed through the still smoldering hole in the gate, before looking back to his tribe. "Lads, we's gots to get to that Gener... Genrama... the power-house. Keep an eye out for more servy-doors." He waved his tribe through the gate, and took up a position between the two tanks to put a bit of space between the Comzar and Lieutennant 'Gan.

Oxnard was confused. He liked both of them, but they seemed to be like two stinger-beasts stuck in a bag. They just couldn't seem but poke each other and get each other mad.

At least you knew where they stood. Sergeant Vlachen was always sneaking around, and laughing at strange times. Half the time she'd go around in her underpants, and that made Oxnard uncomfortable. She didn't seem to understand that he needed to do things slower, and think about them more. She was always saying how Oxnard never would have survived in the hive... which was even more confusing since he'd destroyed plenty of stinger-beast hives on his homeworld. He was one of the best harvesters of stinger-beast dew in his village.

Oxnard shook his head. Now wasn't the time to worry about that...



Time lapse: Fast forward to the Generatorum...



Oxnard, his cousin Lee Roy, and Karl had made it to this point. Mundt was taken out by an explosion during their advance. Oxnard was heaving giant breaths in and out, as he and the two remaining members of his tribe barreled into the flak board walls around the... power house. The boards gave way beneath the surging bulk of the Ogryns.

Oxnard looked up, and saw big spinning things were twirling around above the building. None of the others had made it yet, but Oxnard had an idea that if he could disable them, they'd accomplish their mission. "Hey, Lee Roy! Blast those whirly-gigs up there!"

With a face splitting grin, Lee Roy slammed a can of shells into his Autocannon, and began firing at the whirly-gigs. Instead of the spinners blasting apart, though, bright flashes of energy erupted around them, and shell fragments began pattering around the Ogryns. One shard caught Karl in the shoulder, drawing a bit of blood. Karl bellowed at Lee Roy, and slugged him in the shoulder, throwing him off balance. Lee Roy swung his cannon at Karl, catching him in his wounded shoulder, and then a brawl broke out between them.

Trying to separate the two warriors, Oxnard started shouting, "Stop it, lads, we have a mission to do! I'm the Chief, and I'm ord'ring you to cut it out!" The two combatants eased off immediately, looking to the ground. Oxnard stepped back, and they embraced, saying their apologies and complementing each other on their punching technique. As best as barely intelligible grunts and pointing could convey, anyhow.

Oxnard nodded his approval, as a pair of nearby sentry guns opened fire, and the Ogryns quickly backed around a nearby corner.


The angelic, yet stilted voice chimes in on the Vox network.

"You have... 15... minutes... remaining, to complete your objective of... destroying.. the... Generatorum."

A few moments pass, and then a hard "click" is heard.



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The Generatorum is protected by a force field.

The sentry guns popped up beside a small, better constructed building 20 metres to the west of the Generatorum.

The smaller building has some kind of computer access terminal on the front of it, between the two sentry guns.


Everyone has one post left, to complete the mission. You need to disable the guns, so that someone can "assault" the computer terminal [To disable the force field, 'cause that's how it works, right? ;) ] and someone can then try to destroy the generator.

Keep in mind, that one post should be a turn's worth of activity. If you fire a rapid fire or heavy weapon, you can't "assault." For our RP'ing purpose, the Devildog's crew can "assault" something by moving into base contact with the target.

Everyone is within whatever distance they want to be of everything... so don't worry about not having enough movement. It's a Bob Ross painting, put happy little clouds wherever you want.

Maybe this is a bold-faced way of making everyone use teamwork... or not... it's up to you guys!
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« Reply #26 on: October 25, 2013, 04:05:59 PM »
Madigan noticed the sentry guns powering up but didn't get a chance to shout out a warning before they deployed and opened fire. Thankfully, the Ogryns knew to seek cover, though she wasn't sure how much of that was just Oxnard ordering the others behind a wall.

There were two Tarantulas guarding what Madigan presumed were the force field controls. The multilasers on each had been modified to fire more intense versions of the servitors' pain-charges; intense enough to cause an unprotected human no end of grief, but it was evidently having trouble with the building the Ogryns were using as cover.

"You have. FIFTEEN. MINUTES. remaining, to complete your--"

"For Throne's sake, shut up already," Madigan growled, knowing perfectly well the voice was automated and couldn't hear her.

"To be fair, sergeant, that doesn't leave us much time," Fallon pointed out.

"Yeah," Madigan chuckled. "It's going to be tighter than the Commissar's breeches when he's reading a Fairfield Hymnbook."

Fallon spluttered and went red. Madigan laughed.

"Emrys, you see those guns?" she shouted up into the turret.

"How could I not?" Donaghue answered.

"Aim for the one on the right," Madigan ordered, looking at the diagnostics popping up on her viewscreens. "The one further away from the Ogryns. Rhodri's going to ram the other one."

"I'm what!?" Fallon protested. "If this were a real engagement, then at point-blank range that thing would--"

"Do sweet frak all," Madigan interrupted. "Unless you count messing up our paintwork as serious damage, Rhodri, stop being a whiny little be-atch. Besides, this thing's fast enough, and heavy enough, to beslubber up that gun. And even if it's not..."

"We'd fill its entire fire arc," Fallon finished, the penny visibly dropping. Madigan nodded. If it couldn't fire at anything but the Devil Dog, both guns would effectively be neutralised.

"Good boy. Now drive. Emrys, you'd better get that shot in while you can!"

The Devil Dog surged towards the guns and the acceleration threw Madigan back in her seat as the turret rotated noisily above her, Donaghue tracking the far turret as Fallon raced towards the near one. A brilliant flash on the viewscreens accompanied the loud whine of the melta cannon as it discharged, and the turret Donaghue had been aiming at was now little more than a semi-molten pile of scrap metal. She could hear Donaghue cheering.

"Brace for impact!" Fallon warned unnecessarily and the Devil Dog collided with the remaining turret like a hammer smashing an egg, utterly wrecking it and crushing the mangled remains beneath its bulk. Not quite anticipating what had just happened, Fallon failed to hit the brakes in time and crashed the Devil Dog into the wall beyond the guns.

"amphetamine parrot, Rhodri, it's called a beslubbering brake pedal!" Madigan swore, recovering quickly from her driver's carelessness and reaching over to the vox.

"Firebug to all units: the turrets are down," she reported. "Somebody disable those frakking shields already!"

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« Reply #27 on: October 25, 2013, 05:02:57 PM »
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+2 Style points for Koval.

Keep in mind, you've got a squad member with computer training if you want to. Or you have Meltaguns, or explosives... whatever method you prefer. ;)
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« Reply #28 on: October 25, 2013, 10:06:24 PM »
The vox calls out with Madigan's voice, "Firebug to all units: the turrets are down.  Somebody disable those frakking shields already!"

Cassandra didn't wait for the go ahead, she and her squad had already leapt out of cover and was sprinting towards the shield control.  Vlachen's squad piles into the building as she calls out, "Fortify this place. Misfire; hack that be-atch!"  The guardsmen take a defensive position as Misfire slides into position and begins hammering away at the terminal.

Cassy grabs the vox, "Shield will be down in just a moment, let's end this!" she says with confidence.  Then with a smirk and soft giggle she continues, "Oh... and Firebug.  You got to take me joy riding with those mad skillz you have!"

A few guardsmen chuckle at Vlachen's comment but are interrupted by Misfire, "Ma'am; we have a problem."

Cassy drops the vox, "amphetamine parrot. Report!" she barks at him.

"There are too much security for me to shut down the shield." Misfire says as he frantically continues his work.

Cassy says nothing as she walks up to him, and with a powerful shove, she sends him flying! "Let me see." she adds calmly.  Working furiously, Cassy accesses the power control and begins to reroute the power.  Warning lights go off and shield generator itself begins to shake and glow a funny colour.  She smiles as she leans back.  "Done." is all she says.  Walking over to the window she gets a view of the generator.

The power in the generator is off balance and begins to overload.  The strange glow envelopes the whole thing as the vibrations from it threaten to tear it off its footings.  As one side of it starts to melt, the rupture triggers a massive explosion and fireball sending out a shock wave the blows back Cassandra's hair.

With a smile and a chuckle she picks up the vox again, "... All set... now is someone going to go blow up that Generatorum  or do I have to do it myself?"
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« Reply #29 on: October 26, 2013, 11:37:19 AM »
"this is Comissar Haltius we are moving in for the final punch!"  he says over the vox as the transport ramp drop near the now exposed entrance to the hall way.  Hurry up team the emperor has given us 10 minuets left to complete the task keep the meltas protected.  he orders the kriegs men who are now in the building clearing each room with mechanical prescion.  Not encountering any bad guys yet as they where not expecting such an assault so soon after the depletion of the shields.  3 rooms later some servitors come down a side hall way shooting widely trying to hit the men after going full tilt from their barracks the commissar posts 5 guys down this main hall way with hot shots to kill off the advancing enemy. 

      Moving his other half with him towards the now close generatorium. with little resistance at this point they reach the door and melta it to a slag instead of waiting for pass codes and all that. Once onside the large power station Haltius yells "shoot anything power and tech like and wait for the overload signal and run out!"  6 or 10 melta shots later the facility starts stating over load inevitable please evacuate...  Out come the squad running as fast as heavy troops can outside and back into the chimera that is waiting to speed down the hill to the cover the other waiting in when the turrets worked.  Haltius voxed to the other though his microbead "get to cover and back mission success!"  soon after the chimera drove away down the hill churning up dust at it's speed.

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« Reply #30 on: October 27, 2013, 11:18:49 PM »
[Summary: No time to do it right, just time to do it over... I had a busy weekend.]

The training session ends, tea and medals, all glory to the Hypno-toad.

Acer decides that he wants you in his personal battle group. He informs you of this though an aide, that this will be the case.

You're invited to the Officer's and Sergeants "social", at which point you'll be given a briefing on what the heck you're going to be doing on this little planet. You have until Tuesday / Wednesday to mill about the ship, raise a ruckus, do what you do.

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Feel free to put yourself at any point in the timeline between the Explosion and the meeting... if you feel like posting between here and there. :)

In my next "official" post, we'll move forward to the briefing, I'll give you the skinny on what to expect, you can ask questions for a couple of days, and in that time, I'll post over in the "Out of Game Thread" how deployment is going to work for our initial battle. I'll try to lay out as best I can how the mechanics of the in-battle game will work. Seems easy enough, ya?

We're a little behind schedule, but I think / hope things have been enjoyable so far, and I didn't want to have an arbitrary buzzer go off to pull things up short.

I'll have something proper put together for Tuesday / Wednesday. :D

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« Reply #31 on: October 28, 2013, 08:19:20 AM »
The next day after the scenario training the commissar has his troops out on the training deck yet again practising live fire and move drills moving in to hand to hand combat with his team.  In full gear they storm up and down the deck moving when covered and firing when kneeling to let others move the drill moves flawlessly with the commissar expending thousands of las rounds though out the morning.  After a 30 minuet lunch break they move into hand to hand combat, unarmed and with knives.  This training goes on for a while until an aid of Acer's shows up and the commissar steps out to talk to him.

"sir your presence is requested at the Officers and sergeants social tonight " said the aid

"On what occasion should I stop my training regime before deployment trooper?" said Haltius in a snide tone not fan of social gatherings.  Especially in a penal regiment this could be no good.

"The social is on the cerebration of the exersize you conducted and the indoctrination of your forces and the other in the mission into the 519th Ambrasian"  said the aid politely trying to hold together at the site of a unamused Commissar

"ah well then I will make a BREIF presence then to said event to show face.  When is said event trooper?" replied Haltius

"2100 sir at the officer mess dress is normal uniform it is not overly formal" said the trooper

"I shall be there then inform any who need to know trooper" Haltius says and then turns to get back into the the training with his men.  Still lots more to work on before the deployment this will be a small set back.


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« Reply #32 on: October 29, 2013, 04:32:56 PM »
"Sergeant?"

"Can't hear ya," Madigan answered, barely acknowledging the Guardsman's presence as she ducked a wide swing from Fallon and slugged him in the stomach while he was exposed. Fallon faltered, surprised and winded by Madigan's blow, but managed to deflect Madigan's arm as she tried to follow up with an elbow to Fallon's chin.

"Sergeant Madigan, ma'am!" the Guardsman addressed her, almost shouting to get her attention as Fallon's leg came in low and swept Madigan to the floor. She landed hard on the mat, cursing under her breath at the Guardsman's interruption as she got up slowly.

He didn't look like one of the Krieg, or the ex-cons under Vlachen.

"amphetamine parrot. Let's call it there for now, Rhodri," she grunted, taking Fallon's hand as the tank driver helped her back up.

"Do you want to go again once--"

"Nah," Madigan grinned. "Hell, between you and Emrys, Throne knows I need a breather before we go at it again."

She moved over slowly to the errant Guardsman, but Donaghue was already there, almost dwarfing the smaller soldier as he looked over almost expectantly at Madigan.

"I trust there's a reason you're interrupting--"

"At ease, Emrys," Madigan sighed. "Go do your calibrations or something. What is it, soldier?"

"Uh... well, it's just..."

"What's the matter, never seen a girl in her workout gear before?"

The Guardsman faltered and Madigan swore she could hear Donaghue stifle an amused snort from somewhere behind her. "Ma'am, it's just that... well, your presence has been requested in the officer's mess after vespers, ma'am."

"Well amphetamine parrot, either I'm getting a commission or a public dressing-down," Madigan remarked, turning to her crew. "You taking bets, boys?"

"Um... with the greatest of respect, ma'am," the Guardsman continued, "your crew hasn't been invited."

"Feh. Pity. So who decided to invite me and not my crew?"

"Colonel Macrophyllum, ma'am."

"Ten CC says it's a commission," Donaghue muttered in the background. Madigan ignored him.

"I should also point out, ma'am," the Guardsman went on, "you're not expected to wear mess dress. Though with respect, I doubt your present attire would be... appropriate."

"No amphetamine parrot," Madigan sniped, rolling her eyes. "Alright, soldier, you're dismissed. Tell the colonel I'll be at his little tea party."

The Guardsman saluted and practically fled the room.

"Where the hell are my boots?" Madigan asked, posing the question to nobody in particular.

"You don't have to go right now, ma'am," Fallon noted.

"I know."

Madigan spotted her boots over by the wall and moved towards them.

"But I need to do something first."



Less than an hour later, inane laughter rang out across the motor pool as a Salamander's engine roared into life.

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« Reply #33 on: October 30, 2013, 07:37:29 PM »
Acer mingled through the gathering, drink in hand, clapping shoulders and congratulating Officers and Sergeants on their training records. Padia was right beside him, her ever watchful eyes constantly in search of unsuspected danger. The soft lighting, upbeat hymnals, and smell of excitement filled the hall.

Acer's drink of choice was water, though he made no point of bringing it up. Even before his injuries, he shied away from alcohol. Too many bad memories.

However, being raised amongst the nobility, he knew that appearances were sometimes as important as substance, and so he appeared to be enjoying himself, in hopes of raising the spirits of those beneath his command. He owed it to them. Soon, they'd be dying for the Emperor, and the least he could do was make them happy to be doing so.

He noted that the leaders of the group he planned to head were all in attendance, even the Bone 'Ead. What was his name, Groxnad? Something like that. He'd have to make a note to remember it. He had no desire to have an angry Ogryn Chief rampaging about because he couldn't remember the lout's name.

When he deemed his mingling to be sufficient, Colonel Acer Macrophyllum stepped up to the podium, and connected his vox bead to the com system.


"Greatings all, please be seated." Acer gave the approved 78 seconds to allow everyone to find a seat, or not, according to their preference. Certain members of the crew were uncomfortable in anything but a protective half-crouch, and wouldn't expect them to sit unless they had a bolt pistol pointed at them. Even then, some would just make a run for it and hope for a misfire.

When the crowd settled, Acer continued. "We are now in orbit above Ivalyo VII," Excited chatter and a few cheers greated this statement. "Ahem... The call for aid was sent approximately a year ago, and we were issued our orders shortly after that. We've been in transit, picking up a few... recruits... before entering warpspace. The call for aid reached outside the sector level about six months after the initial rebellion, which means that for us, it has been just over two years since the initial uprising."

Acer paused to allow that to sink in. "I've been in talks with Captain Nostramus [Captain of The Palmatum], and after carefully studying the star-date charts, he's certain that we've arrived three months after the initial uprising, which is to say, three months before the planetary defences are overrun. Right in the midst of the civil war that will eventually find the entire planet fanatically devoted to a false prophet by the name of Tea William, according to the reports I'd received before our departure."

Acer continued, "For those keeping score, that means we've arrived a year and a half before our last time in realspace. It would seem the Emperor has guided us to this moment, so that we might quell this rebellion before it has a chance to take root."

A few loud voices spoke up, voicing the expected objections and statements of disbelief. Acer's mechanical right eye twitched with a quick wheen-whung, before settling. So many of them don't konw a thing about warp travel... He held up his hand, to bring the gathering back to order.

"I know it sounds impossible, but it is so. Unless the stars themselves have moved backwards along their paths, we have indeed traveled back in time. Relatively speaking. This gives us some dubious advantages, in that we have some intel about enemy strength and capabilities. Unfortunately, our records are... dissolving... for lack of a better term. It seems reality has trouble dealing with paradoxes, and is resolving it by eliminating traces of the future, such as the records I'm refering to."

A vexed expression soured Acer's face. "Everyone that had read those records is finding that recalling details is becoming increasingly difficult, or blurred. I myself am experiencing this phenomenon. At this time, we are having scribes pen out the records on parchment, as this hard copy seems to remain stable for longer, although later records are already fading, or words are rearanging. Quite frustrating."

Acer took a steadying breath before continuing. "What we do know... still... is that the orbital defence system is currently offline, and expected to remain so for," Acer makes a clear effort at concentration, "huuuuphh... another month? A few weeks? Perhaps less." Acer shakes his head, "We'll be able to land without worries of stellar weaponry attacking us. We still know that."

"It is our plan to touch down, rally any loyalist forces that we can, and halt the rebellion before it can gain hold over... over... Mother of a warp-spawn! We need to stop them." Acer waves a hand over his shoulder dismissively.

"If you have any questions, now would be the time to ask, before everything is gone to the future."

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Re: Civil War on Ivalyo VII - Thread is open!
« Reply #34 on: October 30, 2013, 08:06:42 PM »
Commissar Haltius mingled a bit with the new regiment shook hands with the new office in charge.  Not touching the drink to ensure a impression was laid to the men that he was stern and was always on duty and always meant business.  With all the social it was different a rarity that functions like this happen if ever with his old regiment.  So he enjoyed the senseless blaber and small talk with fellow officers and NCO for a while until the mission statement from the CO.  Shocked as he never heard of forward warp jumps but yet enthused as here lies an attempt to prevent the planet from falling from the emperors light!

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Re: Civil War on Ivalyo VII - A Place To Call Our Own
« Reply #35 on: November 2, 2013, 10:29:05 AM »
A Place To Call Our Own

Colonel Acer Macrophyllum was impressed by how quickly his soldiers had accepted their trip backwards through time. He just wished that The Palmatum had records of this planet before they'd been sent here. He'd discovered that everything that existed before this point in time was stable, and present.

Everything else, such as descriptions of the planet, what it's purpose is, population... even why they were here, had disappeared. The scrolls had lasted a bit longer than the electronic records, but not much. He supposed that the only reason that anyone aboard ship knew that they were here to fight, was that they'd started to receive calls for aid... from both sides of the conflict.

The loyalists were beseeching aid to help them quell the rebels. The rebels were presenting an argument for seceding, and asking that they join them. Acer shook his head. Why would Imperial Forces help a planet secede? The communications from the rebels were full of propaganda, saying how humans could take care of themselves, no reason to support a corrupt Imperium, the Emperor was just a man... nonsense, really.

My lack of fluff knowledge is about to show in 3... 2... 1...

Sirens and claxons were braying their one-note songs. The temperature was rising. The tension and excitement were physical things that could be felt.

The ship was shaking violently as it entered the atmosphere. Standing on the bridge, Acer watched helplessly as Captain Nostromus commanded his crew to correct their vector of approach, fire thrusters, engage landing gear, order the execution of the cook that had made his sandwich... Acer began to pray to the Emperor as various adepts and servitors began frantically hitting buttons. One servitor began emitting vile blue smoke from its skull, and an adept had to shove it from its berth so that the adept could take over the controls.

The adept began adjusting dials, shifting levers, and didn't see the servitor returning, tendrils and interface tools raised menacingly. Acer raised his pistol to halt the servitor but a sudden drop on the port side caused his shot to go wide, and sent him sprawling. By the time he'd recovered, the servitor had jammed it's tendrils and tools into the offending adept, and was apparently in the process of piloting the adept into a safe landing. The adept was jerking about as nerves fired spamically. The smoke had stopped pouring out of the servitor's head, and if a servitor was capable of looking peaceful, it now did.

Unfortunately, the bulk of the two entwined beings was preventing another adept from regaining the controls. Acer sprinted across the bridge, and hammered the servitor out of the way with his bionic arm. The defective servitor and soon to be deceased adept were thrown from the pilot berth, and another adept began flitting back and forth between his terminal and the recently vacated one.

Acer looked about in a near panic, only to notice that Captain Nostromus was still picking away at his sub-standard sandwich, continuing to issue orders, and now observing a dataslate that appeared to be depicting the execution of a man in chef's whites. He observed the countdown above the main viewport.

The Colonel tapped his vox bead. "To the 519th Ambrasian Regiment, we'll be touching down in 3 minutes and 25 seconds. Hopefully the touch will be gentle, and not a right cross to the solar plexus."

Acer grabbed a rail, and held on... crushing the rail in his right hand.
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Re: Civil War on Ivalyo VII - A Place To Call Our Own
« Reply #36 on: November 2, 2013, 01:56:21 PM »

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Oops, I really have to keep up with this!  My bad!  I'll do better in the future.
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Cassandra was awoken by the shaking of the ship.  She had accidentally slept through the briefing and now refused to get out of bed during planetfall.  Her fellow guardsmen were stricken with worry and panic but not her.  No, Cassandra simply flopped onto her front with her limbs stretched out for balance and went back to sleep.
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Re: Civil War on Ivalyo VII - A Place To Call Our Own
« Reply #37 on: November 2, 2013, 04:57:15 PM »
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No worries, Hal, but you didn't sleep through the briefing. Everyone was there. Feel free to sleep through planet fall. Otherwise, you'd have slept for a couple of days. ;)

The Plan:

Everyone has the rest of the weekend for events between touchdown and 1st mission. On Monday evening I'll post the "setup" of our first mission. On Tuesday / Wednesday, we'll be advancing to initial deployment / scout moves. By Friday / Saturday, we'll have our opening turn, so please have your initial orders posted before that!

Basically, on Friday, Nov 8, I want to move "models" and roll dice. I'll try to PM everyone the results Friday night or Saturday. Everyone will hopefully have their descriptions and 2nd turn orders ready for Tuesday, Nov 12.

That's the plan!

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Re: Civil War on Ivalyo VII - A Place To Call Our Own
« Reply #38 on: November 3, 2013, 02:57:10 AM »
Madigan crashed into the wall for what felt like the hundredth time as the Palmatum rattled and juddered all around her, its headlong dive towards Ivalyo VII soundtracked by the klaxons wailing all around her. She recovered swiftly, resuming her mad dash towards the motor pool and checking her chrono as best she could. She couldn't help but curse inwardly as her shoulder started to ache. No doubt any void-born on the ship were having an easier time of it, and she was convinced that Sergeant Vlachen would be treating this as just another hivequake -- albeit a hivequake on a freighter plunging into a planet's atmosphere.

Reaching the door to the motor pool, Madigan noted with some small measure of relief that it was open a split-second before she was catapulted from her feet by the latest tremor. She landed in an ungracious heap on the other side, picking herself up and lurching forward like a drunkard towards the rows of light tanks. Mostly Chimeras and Salamanders, mostly secured only by their own mass; to Madigan's eyes, it seemed as though some of the tanks were also having a tough time staying still. One slid a good three feet into Madigan's path as the Palmatum shook yet again. She somehow managed to dodge it, ducking under the muzzle of another tank's heavy bolter as she finally caught sight of her Devil Dog.

"Emrys, Rhodri, where the hell are you!?" Madigan roared into her microbead.

"Waiting for you, ma'am," Donaghue shouted back. "Bloody good timing, too, I can't secure these cables on my own."

"Get Rhodri off his arse, then!"

"He's in the tank making sure we don't slide around," Donaghue explained as Madigan sprinted around the side of a neighbouring Salamander. Donaghue was perched precariously atop the Devil Dog, one end of a plasteel cable in his hands, the other under his boot. "Catch."

Madigan caught the end of the tether as Donaghue threw it, wincing slightly as the heavy cable smacked against her hands.

"There's a hook down where you're standing," Donaghue continued. Madigan took the hint and looped the end of the cable around the hook on the floor.

"So how the hell are we even making planetfall?" Donaghue asked.

"I don't beslubbering know!" Madigan answered, running around the back of the tank as Donaghue chucked another cable end at her. "amphetamine parrot, the orbital landers aren't that far away."

"I know. Rhodri and I took a wrong turn and went past them on our way here."

Donaghue shifted on top of the tank and started unspooling another cable. "What I meant is... Well, I'm no Tech-Priest but isn't this going to be a one-way trip?"

"How do you mean?"

"I don't know about you, ma'am," Donaghue explained, throwing another cable, "but none of the troop ships I've ever been in went in closer than low orbit."

"Except over Raith."

"Except over Raith, but I distinctly remember being shot out of orbit."

"You think they've taken the orbitals after all?" Madigan inquired.

Donaghue shrugged. "Hell if I know. But even if not, the only voidship I've heard of that landed on a planet and got off again was that hulk the Orks were trying to loot at Megray Pass. And that thing had collapsed under its own weight."

"So if we land, we're gonna need another ride off Ivalyo no matter what happens."

"That's as I understand it, ma'am."

Madigan caught the last tether. "Worry about the next six seconds, Emrys. Right now, I don't give a amphetamine parrot about what's gonna happen to the Palmatum. We're landing in a warzone. Worry about that."

Donaghue opened his mouth to reply, but closed it again, somewhat put out by Madigan's apparent nonchalance.

"Now get in the tank," Madigan ordered. "This ain't gonna be gentle."



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Minor fluff snarl detected -- as a rule, voidships do not land on planets if they want to get away afterwards. They're just that huge and that heavy. This is why we have dropships and orbital landers instead :P
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Re: Civil War on Ivalyo VII - A Place To Call Our Own
« Reply #39 on: November 3, 2013, 09:11:39 AM »
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I put up a warning about my lack of fluff knowledge. :D I was looking at the front of the IG codex and thinking that might be a freighter in the background.

I'm happy to do an edit / undo on landing the freighter, and sub in a dropship... would a handful of units land in a dropship? For what it's worth, the adventure will be over before we leave planet, so it shouldn't be a major issue.

Feel free to fluff anything between touchdown and battlestart... just have your deployment and opening orders filled by Friday!

And I'm going to start a wee bit early, because I have time to do it now...
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Acer looked up from his dataslate as Adjunct Balorous "knocked" on the flap and let himself in. He'd been pouring over maps for what felt like hours, and the heat within his command tent was nearly intolerable.

"Sir!" The Adjunct began, "We believe we've found a suitable location to set up a base of operations..."

The servos on the right side of Acer's face moved upwards, twisting the outer shell of the metal half of his face into a hideous parody of a smirk. The adjunct recoiled momentarily, and then forced himself back into a composed state. Acer let his smirk drain away.

Another new recruit. I'm going to have to ask Ferrous if they can do something about the facial actuators. I'm giving people the creeps.

Clearing his throat before he began, Acer asked, "So, what's the problem? Locals, I assume?"

Ivalyo VII's Planetary Defence Force had staged some kind of coup d'etat, and Acer's Ambrasian battlegroup had been sent to return the planet to Imperial control. His men had taken to calling the PDF "Locals". So far, there had been small scale skirmishes, but no battles to speak of. Acer had a feeling that was about to change.

"Indeed, Sir. There are several units stationed inside a small compound." Balorous was momentarily flustered. "I'm sure you already know, but we'd need to eliminate their presence before the area is secured, and I thought that you would want to give the order..."

Acer nodded his head in agreement, and rose from his makeshift table. Padia Avium, his constant bodyguard, rose with him. Her lithe, heavily tatooed body seemed to slide along an invisible rail, her movements fluid and graceful. Small motors and gears whined from within the cavity that used to be the right side of Acer's chest, as he reached for the Adjunct's dataslate.

Not that he was one to complain. The Techpriests had given him a masterwork of bionic replacements for his right arm, and everything else within about a foot of his shoulder socket. Most of the rest of his body was a scarred mess of burn damage, but it was his... and not a machine. His flesh body never needed a tune-up, and at least his scarred face didn't bother people so much as the metal side. The outer shell moved similarly, but not quite exactly, like a human face would. The faint dissimilarity seemed to rouse a sense of revulsion in many.

"Let's see what you have here."

"Well, Sir, on the nothern edge of the map, you'll notice a pair of reinforced buildings that the Locals are using as a base of operations..."



Mission 1: A Place to Call Home

Your mission is to eliminate resistance in sector "Carthos", and secure a location from which to set up a proper base of operations.

Primary Objective:

Secure the two Reinforced Buildings at the northern edge of the sector. The buildings may be secured by eliminating any enemy forces on top of and inside the buildings, without destroying the buildings themselves. Every unit is to be equipped with breaching charges, that can be used to open the doorways on the northern faces of the buildings, without compromising the structure.


Secondary Objective:

Destroy or rout all enemy forces in the area. If you kill them now, you won't have to kill them later, when they've had a chance to regroup in the capital.


Tertiary Objective:

If the Reinforced Buildings can't be secured for the Emperor's cause, destroy them so that the enemy can't benefit from them. This is to be a worst case scenario, as we will have a weaker hold on this sector after reinforcements arrive to finish the job you were sent to do...


Achieving objectives will make future missions easier. They have bonuses relating to their importance. In this case, the reward will either be for the Primary [Better], Tertiary [Not so great], or a penalty, should neither be accomplished. Keep in mind that you have a random game length of 6 to 8 turns!


The Battlefield:

This battle will take place on a 4' by 4' board, using Dawn of War Deployment Map.


Objectives:

As previously mentioned, the objectives are to clear the "Buildings" [40k RB, pg 92] of their occupants. These buildings have "Battlements" [RB, pg 95] that can be accessed from inside the buildings.

The Buildings have an AV of 13. Note that both Template weapons and Grenades may be used to attack occupants inside a building, without any likelihood of damaging the Building. [40k RB, pg 94]

"Called Shots" may be used to target infantry inside a building with ranged weapons that couldn't normally do so, by waiting for a face to appear in a firing port. The occupant is granted a 3+ cover save, that CAN'T be improved by going to ground. Typical weapons inflict a single hit, Blast weapons inflict D3 + 1 hits, and a Large Blast would inflict D6 + 2 hits. Any hit that is "cover" saved will be resolved against the Building, possibly resulting in unintentional distruction.


Deployment:

Warlord Trait: Colonel Acer Macrophyllum's Warlord Trait is "Inspiring Presence". [RB, pg 111]. Acer uses the rules for Colonel "Iron Hand" Straken. [IG Codex, pg 60] NOTE: Acer distains the use of Plasma, following his self inflicted injuries. He does not have a Plasma Pistol, and furthermore no member in a unit he is joined to may use Plasma Weapons, such as Pistols, Guns, Cannons, or Grenades.


Deploy Forces:

The green things are forrests, the cardboard boxes are ruins, and a watch tower on top of the green hill. There are some low white walls along the northern edge of the black road, and a couple of eggshell container cut-outs to represent the objective buildings. Buildings, not Ruins. :)

The following picture is the "fixed" setup of the Ivalyan rebels, viewed from their deployment zone.



A: Commandant, Infantry Squad w/ Plasmagun, Missile Launcher [Occupying Building]
B: Infantry Squad w/ Plasmagun, Missile Launcher [Occupying Building]
C: Ill-Equipped Infantry w/ Lasguns [Note that these infantry are all behind low walls]
D: Ill-Equipped Infantry w/ Lasguns
E: Ill-Equipped Infantry w/ Lasguns
F: SWS w/ 3x Sniper Rifles [On Battlements]
G: PCS w/ 4x Flamers, Chimera w/ MuL, H Bolter
H: Vets w/ 3x Meltaguns, Autocannon, Chimera w/ MuL, H Flamer
I: Vets w/ 3x Grenade Launchers, Autocannon, Chimera w/ MuL, H Flamer
J: Basilisk w/ Earthshaker, H Bolter


This picture is the "flexible" setup of the Ambrasian Loyalists.



Sorry about the flags, my printer cack'd and I had to use my very limited freehand skills, to make flags that could show up in pictures...

Acer: [20] Infantry Squad, 2x GL, 2x Lascannon, Vox / Astro "Quirk", 2x Bodyguards
Cassie: Vets: Cassie, with 3x GL
Haltius: Haltius, Grenadiers w/ 3x Meltaguns, Chimera
Madigan: Devildog, loaded with Meltas and a Heavy Stubber, if desired.
Oxnard: Ogryns w/ 2x Autocannons
1: PCS w/ 4x Grenade Launcher, Chimera w/ MuL, H Bolter
2: Demolisher w/ Hull H Bolter [In case you can't see it, it's to the right of the watchtower on top of the hill]
3: Infantry Squad w/ Grenade Launcher
4: Infantry Squad w/ Grenade Launcher

* * * *
Please describe where you'd like to be placed on the battlefield. Right now you're "off table". The Right flank is mostly protected from serious Anti-tank, and the central Ruin is a tall spot where you'd have a commanding view of the battlefield, within range of most targets.

The infantry on top of the watchtower are actually on the ground floor, taking cover within it's structure.

I can move any friendly units, if it's in your way. Otherwise, first come, first served for location. :)

If you'd like pictures from any location, just say where to start from, and where to aim towards.
* * * *

This picture is the side view of the battlefield.




First Turn:

Will be had by no-one... everything is simultaneous!


Night Fighting:

Is in effect for the first turn.


Reserves:

Nothing is in reserve so far. If you wish to deploy using reserves, that's all good. You benefit from an Astropath, so long as Acer's Vox-man "Quirk" is alive. If you want to have other NPC units in reserve, feel free to make a request.
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