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Post by Yrmengardis Avrasul on Mar 22, 2014 21:48:27 GMT
Cyclonus Treachery Day 1, Hour 1, 999.M41Clouds of smoke billowed upwards from the city of Agatha. A century ago, Agatha had been the only notable settlement of Cyclonus IV, but with the increased Imperial military presence on the planet, it had both swollen in size and taken a backseat to the important facilities 50km to the north at Hive City Absalon. This quaint backwater had been the planned welcoming ground for the Astartes forces come to join in the Angelic Feast. The timing of the betrayal was perfect - none of your brothers had seen the trap until it had already been sprung, and there had been no time to escape from the jaws of death as they closed around you... Imperial Command continued to receive satellite data throughout the course of the Cyclonus Treachery and formed a record of the ongoing battle as best as they could. Swift, organized treachery had caught even the Inquisition unawares. From the nearby mountains, a hidden battery of Deathstrike missiles launched their sensitive payloads, bringing down all three Thunderhawk Gunships descending to the surface and shattering much of the city into ruins. Within seconds of their impact, many of the Imperial Guard turned against their own fellows, killing surprised soldiers and turning their tanks on one another. Ravening madmen burst into the streets, forming mobs that looted and pillaged everything in sight, wreaking havoc across the city. At the heart of the city, a number of senior Imperial officers had gathered, including one Ordo Hereticus Inquisitor Jade Storrel and her retinue, led by the Lady Palatine Callisto Tenko. Accompanied by a battalion of the Promethean Guard's 17th regiment, they had come under attack from the heretical forces of Chaos. Above them, two smoking Thunderhawk gunships descended from the sky, struggling to stay aloft with their cripple engines. Inevitably they came crashing down, smashing into the Parade Ground with a tremendous explosion of fire, smoke and dirt, each of the great vehicles ruined beyond repair. Imperial Guardsmen ran to and fro, dragging rubble, crates and furniture to form a line of makeshift barricades, while beginning to dig trenches in the sun-baked earth beneath them. In the smoke-filled streets beyond the parade ground, the first silhouette of a heretic appeared, charging screaming across the asphalt before a lasgun round sent him tumbling to the ground in death. The battle had begun. The situation at the Imperial Parade Ground in Agatha was critical. It was unclear by how much the loyalists were outnumbered, but they were pinned down and had been caught completely off-guard. Without the Astartes, could they hold out?
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Post by Yrmengardis Avrasul on Mar 22, 2014 22:14:53 GMT
Imperial Guard Defensive Line: Lady Callisto Tenko For Callisto, the situation was severe. As the leader of Inquisitor Jade Storrel's retinue, she held the command of ten Sisters of Battle and the honoured responsibility of protecting the Ordo Hereticus Inquisitor from harm whilst purging the enemies of the Emperor. Loyalty alone, however, would not be enough to save her charge, and a suicidal assassination attempt by a traitor had left the Inquisitor badly wounded whilst Lady Tenko's attention had been turned. The defensive line is tenuously holding as Renegades find ways to advance up the northern street, but it is unclear if they can defend against this assault indefinitely. To the south, further in the square, it is not immediately clear if any Astartes have survived the crash of the Thunderhawk Gunships
Secondary Objective: If the line falls, the lives of all the Imperial Guardsmen and senior officers here are forfeit. For all those present, holding the line and repulsing the Traitors' attack before they can kill the Imperial leadership should be considered one of the highest priorities.
Crash Site A: Brother-Adept Iman Ennulus, Brother-Adept Theodoros Ikarion, Brother-Apostle Otto Gottfried, Brother-Initiate Zacharius 'Herald of Purity' will never fly again. You can count yourself as fortunate to have survived such a terrible wreck - the side of the Gunship has been completely torn open by a Deathstrike Missile hit, scattering bodies and equipment in a long trail behind you, and the hull of your craft split in two upon crashing into the Parade Ground. Many brothers' harnesses snapped and threw them from the craft and many others were killed by the intense force of the landing; somehow, you have survived. Even your Astartes physiology was strained by the crash - according to your helmet's chronometer, you had blacked out for a few minutes. A few other Astartes are moving and pulling themselves to their feet or unstrapping harnesses, but most lay scattered in the sundered bay of the Thunderhawk or scattered across the earth. The air is filled with yells of urgency and lasgun fire, interrupted by the sound of the occasional whistling mortar or the explosion of a missile. Your mind sharpens and you snap back into full readiness - the Emperor has saved you, and now is the time to repay him with action.
Crash Site B: Brother-Lexicanium Xavier Judicious Delibero, Brother-Sergeant Lucian Sanguineus, Brother-Sergeant Hrólfur Ásgeirsson, Brother-Initiate Ramon Amadeo Pugilisto The smoke of Thunderhawk Gunship 'Solidity of Faith' was acrid and hot, enough to bother even the genetically enhanced lungs of a Space Marine. Still, you were not dead, and you could thank the Emperor for that. Although visibility inside the crashed vessel is poor and you are still dazed from the intensity of the crash, you manage to unstrap yourself from your safety harness and make your way to your feet. Your equipment is mostly intact, but it is immediately clear that many of your fellow Angels of Death have perished in this crash. Outside, you can hear the screams of ordinary men and the sounds of battle, and it is clear that this is no time to reflect or mourn lost comrades - this is a time for revenge. Elsewhere in the wreck, you see that several other survivors have also freed themselves from the wreckage and made it to their feet. Solidity of Faith's access hatches seem to have malfunctioned or become wedged stuck, and there is no immediately visible method of escape. You will need to find - or make - an exit from this place before it becomes your tomb.
Tertiary Objective: The Crash Sites hold not just the wreckage of two Thunderhawk Gunships, but also the bodies of many Astartes and their geneseed and equipment. Keeping these in friendly hands is important, but if you absolutely cannot protect them, it should be considered equally important to deny them to the enemy - however bitter that cost might be.
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Post by Lucian Sanguineus on Mar 23, 2014 0:49:40 GMT
Lucian SanguineusCrash site B, moments after the crash"Fucking hell," Lucian muttered, drawing his knife and cutting through the straps that held him to his chair as soon as he could move. The crash had been harsh and unexpected, and he had hit his head hard against the back of the chair. It was a miracle that he was only slightly disoriented, instead of completely out of commission. Looking around, he could easily tell just how lucky he had been. Every single one of his close companions had been killed in the crash, and he could only make out a few other moving bodies amidst the thick smoke. He checked his equipment, making certain that everything was secured to his body, and that nothing was damaged, before he rose to his feet. Craving: Challenging Willpower (+0), target: 43[23:56] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100 [23:56] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100: 87 As he straigtened out his long, crimson coat, the smell of blood hit his nostrils, and he felt a familiar, powerful urge wash over him. "Not now," he growled in annoyance, but he knew that he would have to deal with it, somehow. To make things worse, he saw no immediate way out of the ship, giving him no choice but to risk being seen. He crouched, trying to stay unnoticed by any of the other survivors - at least, for now - and started his search for a suitable target to satiate his thirst. Shadowing: Routine Agility (-20), target: 54[01:42] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100-20 [01:42] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100-20: 77 Silent Move: Routine Agility (-20), target: 54[01:44] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100-20 [01:44] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100-20: 46 Awareness: Hard Perception (+20), target: 43[01:47] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100+10 [01:47] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100+20: 12
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Post by Yrmengardis Avrasul on Mar 23, 2014 1:13:56 GMT
Lucian SanguineusCrash site B, moments after the crash"Fucking hell," Lucian muttered, drawing his knife and cutting through the straps that held him to his chair as soon as he could move. The crash had been harsh and unexpected, and he had hit his head hard against the back of the chair. It was a miracle that he was only slightly disoriented, instead of completely out of commission. Looking around, he could easily tell just how lucky he had been. Every single one of his close companions had been killed in the crash, and he could only make out a few other moving bodies amidst the thick smoke. He checked his equipment, making certain that everything was secured to his body, and that nothing was damaged, before he rose to his feet. Craving: Challenging Willpower (+0), target: 43[23:56] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100 [23:56] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100: 87 As he straigtened out his long, crimson coat, the smell of blood hit his nostrils, and he felt a familiar, powerful urge wash over him. "Not now," he growled in annoyance, but he knew that he would have to deal with it, somehow. To make things worse, he saw no immediate way out of the ship, giving him no choice but to risk being seen. He crouched, trying to stay unnoticed by any of the other survivors - at least, for now - and started his search for a suitable target to satiate his thirst. Shadowing: Routine Agility (-20), target: 54[01:42] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100-20 [01:42] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100-20: 77 Silent Move: Routine Agility (-20), target: 54[01:44] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100-20 [01:44] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100-20: 46 Awareness: Hard Perception (+20), target: 43[01:47] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100+10 [01:47] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100+20: 12 Lucian SanguineusCrash site B, moments after the crashAlthough the Gunship is filled with smoke and ash, Lucian is in a very exposed position near one of the jammed exits. He is able to avoid tripping over too many of the scattered boltguns and bodies on the floor in the process of finding a less exposed position, but it's not immediately clear if anyone else has noticed him. Hiding behind a large pillar and control console near the cockpit, Lucian almost immediately catches a whiff of mortal blood and notices the still-warm body of a Chapter Serf just inside the cockpit. The cockpit is not exposed to the bay, but if he is followed, he will be easily found and noticed. Everyone else at Crash Site B (Ramon, Xavier and Hrólfur):You may immediately make an opposed Awareness test vs. Lucian's Shadowing and an opposed Awareness test vs. Lucian's Silent Move, each being at Hard (+20) difficulty...if successful, you will hear someone's footsteps further up the ship or see the outline of a figure in a coat disappear into the smoke, moving up the ship.
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Post by Zacharius on Mar 23, 2014 2:35:54 GMT
Zacharius awoke to the sound of distant gunfire and the alarm in his helmet. A steady stream of damages were reported by the helmet's display, which he registered before turning to check on his brothers. To his left, two Dark Angels hung limp and broken in their harnesses. The fourth brother and the brother-sergeant were nowhere to be seen. Likely flung clear of the ship during the descent, he thought. His hand went to his side, checking for his data-slate, and found it intact. Good. He would send word as soon as he could, but for now he could continue towards his objective.
Zacharius undid his harness and ripped what remained of his cloak free from the wreck. Seeing that the other surviving occupants of the Thunderhawk were beginning to free themselves as well, he decided to move quickly. It will be easier to slip away during the confusion. In that sense, the chaos would have been fortuitous for the Dark Angels team, had they all survived... With that thought, he picked up his heavy bolter and left the wreck through the hole in the side, surveying the situation.
<Perception test for alternate routes of the parade ground>
[17:43:47]<nakkel> .roll 1d100 [17:43:47]<LadyLuck> nakkel: 1d100: 19
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Post by Se'aref-'Apop-er-bau-neru on Mar 23, 2014 3:19:15 GMT
Brother-Adept Theodoros Ikarion - Crash site A, moving to crash site B
Theodoros shook off the haze over his vision, blinking with one eye at his helmet displays. He quickly sat up and surveyed the carnage: pieces of metal scattered everywhere. He flinched at the state of the Herald of Purity, split in twain by the shelling. Pieces of her were scattered across the Parade Ground. The spirit within would be in dire state, if not destroyed entirely. Somewhat further out was the Solidity of Faith, the Lightning Warriors' gunship. She looked in slightly better state, at least she was in more or less one piece.
Awareness roll vs. Per (54): 99. There was shooting to the north, but apparently the crash had hit harder than he had thought, and his optics were still calibrating from the shock. He quickly made a beeline for the second ship, trusting his brothers to get up by themselves. If the Solidity was still operating, they might be able to use it as cover, at the least, and move it into the fray. However, when he got to the Solidity he quickly saw that the bay doors were blocked by rubble from the crash. He brought his Servo-arm forward, luckily not damaged in the fall, but before he could remove the rubble the door bulged outwards and the pile of concrete shifted.
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Post by Hrólfur Ásgeirsson on Mar 23, 2014 3:22:11 GMT
Hrólfur Ásgeirsson Crash site B, moments after the crash
His ears were ringing, and he hadn't had a headache this bad since the last gathering at the Fang. The impact had rattled his brain-pan a bit, but not enough to knock him out. When he gathered his thoughts a moment or two later, the first thing he laid eyes upon just so happened to be the Scout disappearing into the cockpit. He clucked his tongue, grabbing his knife and slicing through his own harness. Hitting the ground heavily and scrambling to his feet, he draws his weapon as and lunges towards one of the side doors, lifting a foot to kick the door open. With a dull metallic thud, his foot bounces off, the structure resisting his efforts quite well. He growls, glancing back towards the cockpit at the Blood Drinker.
"You planning to help, or hide away in the cockpit like a pup?" he snarls, drawing his stalker bolter and giving it a check over, his inner wolf itching for the thrill of the hunt.
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Post by Daji on Mar 23, 2014 3:31:38 GMT
Ramon Amadeo Pugilista Crash Site B, Right After The Crash
Ramon groaned as he stumbled up, barely able to keep his balance after the impact of the "landing". Although his armor and helmet kept the brunt of the heat and smoke from affecting him, he found vision in his left eye wanting thanks to blood that had been flowing in from a cut on his forehead.
After checking to make sure all his body was still intact, he looked about the area. Immediately upon noticing fellow Marines that had not survived this treason, his fist balled up as he quietly made a note to prolong the death of whoever was responsible for this. However, his attention was caught instead by the sight of a lone Wolf Scout, trying in vain to open the door.
Wordlessly, Ramon walked over and placed his hands on the door.
Strength Check 1d100-10 = 49 < 70
With a single hard shove, the Crimson Fist forced the door open.
"There."
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Post by Hrólfur Ásgeirsson on Mar 23, 2014 3:48:47 GMT
"At least one of you knows how to be useful," he growls, obviously unhappy that Ramon managed to one-up the Wolf.
Hrólfur wasted little further time in charging through the now open door and scanning the area briefly, trying to pick out just where on the upper levels would be the best to pick off the Heretics while the others collected the Gene-Seed...
Search for a vantage point overlooking the entrance: Challenging (+0) Perception (-10 from Heightened Senses) [03:43] <Nalerenn> .roll 1d100-10 [03:43] <LadyLuck> Nalerenn: 1d100-10: 87 [03:43] <Nalerenn> ...dafuq? [03:43] <Nalerenn> Solo Mode go! [03:43] <Nalerenn> .roll 1d100-10 [03:43] <LadyLuck> Nalerenn: 1d100-10: 7
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Post by Lucian Sanguineus on Mar 23, 2014 13:36:35 GMT
Lucian SanguineusCrash site B, moments after the crashAlthough the Gunship is filled with smoke and ash, Lucian is in a very exposed position near one of the jammed exits. He is able to avoid tripping over too many of the scattered boltguns and bodies on the floor in the process of finding a less exposed position, but it's not immediately clear if anyone else has noticed him. Hiding behind a large pillar and control console near the cockpit, Lucian almost immediately catches a whiff of mortal blood and notices the still-warm body of a Chapter Serf just inside the cockpit. The cockpit is not exposed to the bay, but if he is followed, he will be easily found and noticed. Hrólfur Ásgeirsson Crash site B, moments after the crashHis ears were ringing, and he hadn't had a headache this bad since the last gathering at the Fang. The impact had rattled his brain-pan a bit, but not enough to knock him out. When he gathered his thoughts a moment or two later, the first thing he laid eyes upon just so happened to be the Scout disappearing into the cockpit. He clucked his tongue, grabbing his knife and slicing through his own harness. Hitting the ground heavily and scrambling to his feet, he draws his weapon as and lunges towards one of the side doors, lifting a foot to kick the door open. With a dull metallic thud, his foot bounces off, the structure resisting his efforts quite well. He growls, glancing back towards the cockpit at the Blood Drinker. "You planning to help, or hide away in the cockpit like a pup?" he snarls, drawing his stalker bolter and giving it a check over, his inner wolf itching for the thrill of the hunt. Lucian Sanguineus Crash site B
Lucian stumbled through the ship, barely able to avoid making such a racket that everyone still alive would notice him. As quickly and silently as he could, he ducked behind a large pillar near the cockpit. Immediately, his nose picked up the strong scent of still-warm blood coming from the cockpit - it seemed there was a perfect target to quench his thirst with just inside. Praying that no one had seen him, or if they had, that they wouldn't care enough to pay attention to exactly what it was that he was about to do next, he slinked into the cockpit. There, the scent of blood was so strong that he all but forgot about his surroundings, and he stalked towards the dead body. He was just about to sink his sharpened canines into the poor man's neck, when a snarl from outside the cockpit yanked him back into reality. Awareness to see if anyone is watching him: Challenging Perception (+0, -10 from Heightened Senses), target 43
[14:31] <Ilya> .roll 1d100-10 [14:31] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100-10: 68 Lucian looked around skittishly, seeing no one that could have caught him in the act, before growling back, "Survivor check, nothing more. I'll be out in a few." Then he bent over the body again, and wasted no time in taking what he needed from it. Drinking his fill, he felt his thirst abate slowly, and warmth spread throughout his chest. His senses blanked for a moment as he savoured the taste and the rush the blood gave him. In the distance, he heard the sound of metal being wrenched open, and another growl of some kind, but he paid it no attention until he came down from his brief high. He then wiped the remnants of blood from his lips with the sleeve of his crimson coat, and walked out of the cockpit, easily spotting the now open exit. He drew his Stalker Boltgun from his back, and stepped outside the ship. He paused for a moment, wiping the dust and ash from his leather clothing, and took a moment to survey his surroundings, trying to find a good hiding spot to snipe from. Awareness to search for a place to snipe from: Challenging Perception (+0, -10 from Heightened Senses), target 43[14:34] <Ilya> .roll 1d100-10 [14:34] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100-10: -9
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Post by Daji on Mar 23, 2014 17:38:47 GMT
"At least one of you knows how to be useful," he growls, obviously unhappy that Ramon managed to one-up the Wolf. Hrólfur wasted little further time in charging through the now open door and scanning the area briefly, trying to pick out just where on the upper levels would be the best to pick off the Heretics while the others collected the Gene-Seed... Ramon shrugged, "You're welcome." Perception Check 1d100-10 = 39 = 39
He walked out of the wreckage, checking his pistol and giving his chainswords a test rev before looking about and surveying the scene. He did not like what he saw or heard. Closest to him in the distance, he could see another ship on the ground, burning, and surrounded with yet more dead Space Marines. Further to that, he could make out what seemed to be a group of Guardsman forming a defensive line, firing volley after volley of loud lasguns into what he could only assume to be a mob of heretics rioting in the city, out to kill the survivors. As much as he would have liked to rush to the aid of this fellow survivors on the other ship, however, he realized that it might have been foolhardy to advance on his own right now, and set about gathering as many with him as he could, staring with that Wolf Scout...
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Post by Yrmengardis Avrasul on Mar 23, 2014 17:50:56 GMT
Search for a vantage point overlooking the entrance: Challenging (+0) Perception (-10 from Heightened Senses)[03:43] <Nalerenn> .roll 1d100-10 [03:43] <LadyLuck> Nalerenn: 1d100-10: 87 [03:43] <Nalerenn> ...dafuq? [03:43] <Nalerenn> Solo Mode go! [03:43] <Nalerenn> .roll 1d100-10 [03:43] <LadyLuck> Nalerenn: 1d100-10: 7 Lucian SanguineusCrash site B, moments after the crashAwareness to search for a place to snipe from: Challenging Perception (+0, -10 from Heightened Senses), target 43[14:34] <Ilya> .roll 1d100-10 [14:34] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100-10: -9 Both scouts were experts in surveying battlefield situations, and easily picked out some of the most obvious positions a sniper could take to have clear view of the fighting: Potential vantage points with a clear line of fire on the main battleground are marked in blue. The Snipers had a nice array of options here, but the buildings are tall and it was much like trying to find a vantage point down a canyon. The wrecked Gunships themselves were high enough to produce an angle to shoot over the Imperial Guard's defensive line, as is the tall Ministorum building near the back of the parade ground. The buildings themselves look like they could offer excellent field of view, although the curved roof of the buildings on the west will be difficult to brace yourself on - the windows would be more optimal. The rooftops of the northern buildings would look directly over the battlefield, but you will have a poor angle for shooting at those at the base of the building and may be vulnerable to attack by the heretics. If there are other vantage points that might be useful in this situation, they are not immediately visible from within the parade ground.
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Post by Hrólfur Ásgeirsson on Mar 23, 2014 18:20:37 GMT
With the area scanned, Hrólfur picked his spot amongst the potential. Somewhere nice and high with a good view. Whether or not the other Marines cared for it, he'd be up on the rooftops, doing what he does best. Hunting. The Wolf Scout broke into another run, a flash of ceramite, duracloth, fur and runes slipping away into the crumbling buildings, heading towards the nearest door on the right. It would take some time to climb the stairs to reach the rooftops, but not too long. His grip tightened on his boltgun, the thrill of the hunt seeping in already. He stifled the urge to grin as well, ducking into a crouch and keeping his ears and nose alert for any traitors on the way up. Once there, it would be a simple case of keeping low, quiet and ready, stepping up to the edge and picking off his prey like rabbits.
Move Silently <Nalerenn> .roll 1d100 <LadyLuck> Nalerenn: 1d100: 8
Concealment <Nalerenn> .roll 1d100 <LadyLuck> Nalerenn: 1d100: 46
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Post by Zacharius on Mar 23, 2014 18:27:57 GMT
Astartes footprints... Three sets led away from the wreckage and to the west side of the parade ground. Zacharius looked along their path and saw an alleyway along the side of the grounds.
I should avoid contact with other marines for now. Yet, the buildings were an unkown element, and it seemed safe to assume that the alley led to a potential escape route. Zacharius ran across the grounds towards the alleyway.
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Post by Yrmengardis Avrasul on Mar 23, 2014 18:39:07 GMT
Astartes footprints... Three sets led away from the wreckage and to the west side of the parade ground. Zacharius looked along their path and saw an alleyway along the side of the grounds. I should avoid contact with other marines for now. Yet, the buildings were an unkown element, and it seemed safe to assume that the alley led to a potential escape route. Zacharius ran across the grounds towards the alleyway. While the others busy themselves at Site B, Zacharius makes it to the alley with haste and ease. There, a number of Promethean Guard - geared in white uniform and brassy armour plating - are manning a hastily-assembled heavy bolter nest, aiming it down the alley. A small but respectable pile of heretic bodies are strewn across the concrete floor and their fresh blood stains the walls. The sergeant in charge of the post sees Zacharius' approach and hastily comes to attention, saluting. "My lord Space Marine!" he says in reverence. "You don't need to worry, we have this position under control!"
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