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Post by Oriol FM on Jun 27, 2014 14:51:22 GMT 8
https%3A//soundcloud.com/noisia/noisia-devil-may-cry-14Freshly recruited, the characters are taken by the black ships of the inquisition from their places of origin, and taken aboard the Ira Imperatoris, an inquisition vessel assigned to the service of the Inquisitor Thomas Von Marburg.  The crew is minimal, and every one of you barely see anyone, save for some servitors and the Interrogator Konrad de Cisneros, who will be your superior from now on, and the one charged to make the imperial divinations on each one of you, using the imperial tarot. He comes to see every single one of you, once a day, after you've boarded the ship.
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Post by Oriol FM on Jun 27, 2014 15:04:51 GMT 8
https%3A//soundcloud.com/xparament/machinery-from-spaceSince you've been drafted, you've been kept locked in your chambers. A small, dark room that smells of copper and hydraulic fluid. It has a round window that lets you watch the stars when you're flying with standard propulsion. However, the window is blinded (the glass turns black) every time you're jumping through the warp, for your own protection.  In his first visit after each one of you has boarded the ship, Interrogator Konrad de Cisneros tells you this:
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Post by Oriol FM on Jul 6, 2014 22:20:49 GMT 8
After a couple of weeks, a servitor comes to look for every one of you at your respective chambers: In a rasping, mechanical voice, the servitor says:
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The servitor turns its back on you and walks away in direction to a part of the ship you've never been before. The narrow, noisy and smelly hallways of your section progressively become wider and less noisy. Nevertheless, if you pay attention, you can hear the permanent humming sound from the gellar field generators, that protect the ship against the horrors from the warp during its non-euclidean travel through the immaterium. Finally, after ascending two dozen levels, you reach the bridge of the ship. The Ira imperatoris' bridge is the approximate size and shape of an ancient roman amphitheater, built and decorated in a gothic flamboyant style. Two dozen servitors are plugged into the various machines that control every single aspect of the ship, closely observed by the captain, a broad-shouldered man with a ponytail that stares through the main viewport of the ship. You enter the bridge from the elevator behind him, and he doesn't even bother to turn around. The servitor makes a strange metallic sound, mixed with some gurgling.
He waves his hand in front of a rectangular metallic plaque on the wall, and a section of it slides to the right, revealing a hidden room.
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Post by nathanjames on Jul 6, 2014 23:15:58 GMT 8
All right, then, I roll to successfully step inside the briefing room.
Agility = 34
9xhBx|Hu1-100
I stumble on my way in, bump my face against the jam of the door, and eventually end up in a seat, but from the wrong direction.1-100
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Post by Dennis on Jul 6, 2014 23:39:19 GMT 8
Leitbec stode into the room. Taking into account the room. The Inquisition! He can't help but be awestruck and at the same time uneasy at the man standing in front of him.the Inquisition is but a whispered ghost, hear of but never seen.
The man infront of him stumbled. Obviously not used to travelling in the warp. He offered to help him. When the man turned he noticed the face within the cawled robe. A servant of the Machine God! This is shaping up to be a interesting trip afterall.
Leitbec took up position facing the Iquisitor.
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Post by Oriol FM on Jul 6, 2014 23:49:01 GMT 8
The briefing room is not specially big, and it smells of burnt copper and sweat. Inquisitor De Cisneros is sitting on the far side of the room, and over the big round table that takes the most space, there's a holographic projection of a stellar system.  He waves a hand to encompass the holographic projection, and begins: He moves his arms to zoom and pan the point of view in the hologram, centering in the planet closest to the star. The small planetoid has an irregular shape, as if it had been subject to a cataclysmic colision a couple of thousands of years ago. He moves his arms again, to center the target on the second planet to the center. He gesticulates again, to pan and zoom out, so the giant gas planet can fit the room properly. He pans the point of view again, centering on an orange-yellowish planet much smaller than Epsilon Tertius but bigger than Primus and Secundus. GM's note: the Emperor-class battleship is between 5 and 7 kilometers long. The Ira Imperatoris is a cruiser, "only" two and a half kilometers long.He finally pans to the last planet orbiting the star. By the green tones in part of its surface, you can see that the planet is fertile, and it has white clouds that indicate the presence of water. While the planet slowly orbits, you can distinguish five huge hive cities with incredibly tall spires that cut the clouds. On the biggest hive, the main spire is 25 kilometers tall, which means that more than half of it is in the planet's stratosphere, attracting an unusual electrical activity around it.  Interrogator De Cisneros turns off the holograms, and the cold white-bluish lights around the room's ceiling seem to gain a little bit of intensity. |
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Post by nathanjames on Jul 7, 2014 0:40:27 GMT 8
During the time that Titus's new "boss" had been speaking, the technographer had pushed his chair back until it was flush against the wall behind him. He took the time during debriefing to scan, not only the display in front of him, but the room around him as well. It was always worth keeping a greater perspective in mind, and Titus had known more than one fellow engineer who'd missed glaring issues with their work simply because they'd been too focused on a singular aspect. While de Cisneros droned on, Titus made sure to look for valuable clues about his new employer--number, type, and state of repair of the servitors; number of dataports, cameras, and likely security measures in the room; how many numerical statistics were actually made available for each planet; and state of dress, equipment, posture, and badges or sentimental items that de Cisneros was wearing.
There would be times in the future to fly the the "seat of one's pants." Now, information was critical. Information kept people alive.
Titus's Perception: 36
cika44xo1-100
(Additionally, in case Logic is needed in this instance:)
Titus's Intelligence: 40
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(Titus also has 100 xp in Logic)
Having gleaned whatever quick deductions he could in the time allotted, Titus waited a spell after de Cisneros had stopped speaking before interjecting with his own thoughts.
Titus's Fellowship: 33
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Post by Dennis on Jul 7, 2014 1:15:57 GMT 8
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Post by Oriol FM on Jul 7, 2014 10:11:55 GMT 8
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Post by Oriol FM on Jul 7, 2014 22:41:57 GMT 8
Outside the meeting chamber, the same servitor that brought you here awaits. The captain seems to be busy, jumping from one bridge console and his operator to the next. Once you've packed, the servitor walks you to a hangar located between the main subluminic drives, that suddenly activate. You feel a tremor going through all the ship, from bow to stern. Your stomach feels like it was in freefall for a couple of seconds, and all of you (except for those void-born) feel a little dizzy. In the middle of the massive hangar, a Stormraven dropship is waiting to take you to the planet. The ship hangs from four ceiling clamps, just over the double airlock. The servitor points to a metal grille gangway that climbs around the hangar and ends up in the dropship's auxiliary door.  Having said that, the servitor turns around and leaves you alone in the hangar. You see a moving shape inside the dropship's cockpit, and the Stormraven's engines begin the startup sequence, increasing the level of noise in the hangar tenfold. |
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Post by nathanjames on Jul 7, 2014 23:36:51 GMT 8
"Brass seems to be playing this one fast and loose," grumbled Titus. "An untested group who've only just met each other, with little equipment to speak of, being literally dropped into a situation we know precious little about. It's almost as if they don't really care what happens in the end."
Then, under his breath, Titus muttered, "They're probably just planning to nuke us all from orbit anyway."
Titus took his time strapping his equipment into place along the wall of the dropship. His rucksack and gear, although not a "machine" like his las carbine, still obeyed physical laws and deserved the same respect. " 'Remember that your weapons are more than metal,' " he whispered, quoting a Techpriest of old. He ran his fingers lovingly over the cold metal sides of the dropship around him. "Flesh is fallible, but ritual honors the Machine Spirit."
Then, his venerations to his Machine Spirit complete, Titus searched about him for a dataport. "Comprehension is the key to all things," he announced to no one in particular, as he attempted to plug in and learn more about the ship in which he was entrusting his life.
Titus is attempting to use his Electro-Grafts to observe data relating to the nagivation, plotted course, and any external cameras on the dropship. He is not attempting to commandeer them. I'm assuming this is INT related.
Titus's INT: 40
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If this fails, or if there are no connections that Titus is able to use, he will instead attempt to use his Binary Chatter to talk to the pilot and glean the same sort of information. Binary Chatter gives him a +10 to this check, although I don't know if it's INT or FEL based. I will assume FEL; change to INT if required.
Titus's FEL: 33+10=43
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Post by Oriol FM on Jul 8, 2014 13:37:28 GMT 8
Sadly, Titus can't extract any data from the dropship, it seems to be tightly firewalled against hacking. The servitor doesn't seem to talkative, either... he's strongly concentrated in piloting the ship.  | He speaks with a creakling voice that comes from a talk-box embedded in his chest: |
The descent pod where you'll be sitting is the size of a shipping container, roughly 6 meters long and 2 and a half wide. Alongside each wall, there's a row of seats with 5-point safety harnesses and restrictive clamps. Over each one of them, the holding nets like the one where Titus stuffed his belongings. The moment every one of you sit and close the harness, the clamps close over you, impeding any random movement. |
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Post by Dennis on Jul 8, 2014 16:43:49 GMT 8
Leitbec said, still queasy from the change in velocity. He clambers into the transport, In his full gear ready for combat it needed be.
Sitting down on his seat. He looks at the tech priest whom seems to be very busy.
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Post by nathanjames on Jul 8, 2014 20:15:24 GMT 8
Titus paused for a moment and eyed the man sitting next to him. "Not dying would be a good start."
The wig-wearing paladin was acting rather nonchalant, given their current situation. The group of them were shackled inside little more than a metallic coffin, about to be dropped blind into a metaphorical and literal storm. Still, the other probably didn't recently watch his adoptive father being gunned down by their current employer, during a gunfight with a daemon. Titus had personal reason to be cautious.
"And...I dunno. Their machines or something." Performing a last-minute double-check of their equipment, Titus flipped the switch on their one long-range encrypted communicator. "Third Testament, this is Balefire 1, performing an equipment check. Am I loud and clear? Also, while I'm on this, I need some information. Can you check recent weather reports on the surface of Ultima Epsilon--specifically around the rogue hives, on or about the times that the revolts began? And what do we have on this electrical phenomenon that you've parked yourself inside? Do we have confirmation that it's a natural phenomenon, present since the construction of the hive? And if not, when did it begin?"
Sitting back for a reply, Titus turned back to the arbitrator. " 'It is through learning that I cleanse myself of ignorance,' " he explained.
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Post by Oriol FM on Jul 10, 2014 23:39:57 GMT 8
Once you're all in your seats and with the belts on, you hear the sound of the clamps that hold the feeding wires and tubes to the dropship opening. The ones sitting next to the small portholes can take a peek and see the first airlock opening and the tubes and wires being pulled to the ceiling. The crane that holds your dropship begins lowering you down, and the airlock closes again. You hear the unmistakeable hissing sound of all the air being extracted from the airlock, and the external door opens, allowing for the red glare that the clouds reflect to penetrate the space between the dropship and the walls of the airlock. The servitor moves his hands swiftly and with mechanical precision, commuting circuits, pulling levers and pressing buttons. He pauses for a moment, and grabs a T-shaped lever over his head, painted with yellow and black stripes, and branded "Release". Note: Titus notices that the arms of the servitor are implantes with neural microcircuitry to enhance its eye-hand coordination and reflexes. It's a very common modification in the ranks of the starfighter and rogue pilotsThe servitor pulls the lever, and all of you immediately hear a buzzing coming from over your heads. Then a loud CLANG, a hiss, and suddenly, you're dropping like a stone into the reddish clouds below. ROLL REQUIRED: All of you should make a challenging Toughness roll (+0 bonus) to avoid getting sick from the freefall and the shaking. Red, having been in the Imperial Guard, will have experienced drops like this one before, so I'll give him a +10 bonus. The ones who fail might want to make a Willpower roll to keep his gut's contents inside their bellies. The ones that don't roll because they're not here fail miserably.The dropship shakes terribly when you hit the outer part of the atmosphere. The servitor seems to be completely still, save for his left hand making adjustments with the maneuver propulsion system. The main engine seems to be on standby, but not on. When you enter the clouds, the reddish colour from the sun's light disappears, and the inside of the ship gets really dark, except for the small pulsating emergency lights on the floor and ceiling. Those of you who take a peek to the main control console behind the servitor, see a lot of blinking red lights, but you hear no sound at all because the roar from the air friction is truly deafening. The temperature inside the dropship has already climbed 10 degrees, and those of you who do it, begin sweating profusely. After three minutes of freefall, you pierce the lower layer of clouds, and for the first time, you see the ground below you, which seems terribly close. The servitor cranks a lever a couple of times to load the ignition, and turns on the main engines when you're at 100 meters from the ground. The roar of the engines is much louder than the one from the friction, and the whole ship trembles with the negative acceleration. The dropship barely misses the floor, but breaks a lot of branches from the trees in the small forest below. He keeps the ship at a constant altitude of 30 meters over the ground, and speeds up towards St. Sebastian, which can be seen in the horizon. | He turns for a moment to look at you, and with his creaking voice says:
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Post by nathanjames on Jul 10, 2014 23:51:54 GMT 8
(During the initial release into the atmosphere)
Titus eyed the construction of the hangar and airlock as they descended from it. "Hmm...wouldn't it have just been simpler to have the hangar and airlock be the same room? Simpler, with fewer moving parts, and less prone to...oh god."
(Roll for Toughness; Titus = 30)
soUDJGDH1-1001-100
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Post by nathanjames on Jul 10, 2014 23:53:44 GMT 8
(As Titus does not feel like throwing up directly into his respirator unit, he will use a Fate Point to reroll this. New Fate Point total: 7-1=6)
(Roll for Toughness; Titus = 30)
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Post by nathanjames on Jul 10, 2014 23:54:29 GMT 8
Well...let's just say the sudden explosion of vomit is quite messy, splurting through crevices in Titus's respirator unit that he wasn't even aware existed.  |
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Post by richmccomas on Jul 11, 2014 0:01:05 GMT 8
Red has been in what might closely represent a numb stupor for much of the events till now, feeling very very far from home. His time in ship's confinement has left him fidgeting and on edge. There is only so much gear checking, stripping, and reassembling a man can do. His two blades are about as sharp as they are likely to get without divine intervention, his guard armor has had all of the kinks and bumps buffed out and any shiny bits covered in blackening tar, and his lasgun has been stripped and rebuilt so many times that the intricate fittings might as well be etched onto the back of Red's eyelids. When the call finally came, it lead him to the command bridge, a place he had never been before and would hope to never go to again. Beyond the regular distrust for authority that is the calling card of the Catachan, there was the terrible exposure to non-blinded warp. Red has had about enough of that for a lifetime. To be honest, Red's eyes glazed over a bit during the next bit. It's not that he's not interested in the tech babble and planet descriptions of the system, it's just that situations like this are so far removed from anything he knows that people might as well be speaking in tongues. Come to think of it, they might be. After all, a lot of the people here seem to have been giving out their True Names. He'll have to watch them for signs of possession... It wasn't until they got to the dropship that Red began to relax a bit, as the smell of the security webbing at least was familiar. When the turbulence of descent set in he actually cracked a smile, looking out the window at the flames of re-entry. |
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Post by richmccomas on Jul 11, 2014 0:03:33 GMT 8
Roll for throwing up on re-entry.
44 Toughness (+10 bonus for experience)
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Post by richmccomas on Jul 11, 2014 0:15:02 GMT 8
Red chokes down his own bile through gritted teeth, a look of concentration and excitement on his face. Then he looks around, and begins to laugh uproariously at the chunks of vomit flying from his compatriots' mouths. |
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Post by Dennis on Jul 11, 2014 0:18:24 GMT 8
Leitbec felt the groud gave way as the dropship began its freefall. as the ship gains velocity, Leitbe held onto the harness, Theres really not much he could do, as the control is out of his hands.
he mumbled.
his stomach began to protest being throuwn around like a dice in a gamblers cup.
50eQnDiT1-100 against Tou 32 to see if he can hold it in...
1-100 against 27 Will if he fails, to see his last meal on the floor
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Post by Dennis on Jul 11, 2014 0:24:03 GMT 8
Leitbec became violently ill as he emptied his stomach onto the drop ship floor, the smell assaults his senses and all he could do for the time being is to tell himself this will eventually end. The only good thing he could say about the experience is the bland food he received on the ship still tasted blad coming back up.
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Post by nathanjames on Jul 11, 2014 0:31:38 GMT 8
Although Titus didn't mind Red's gruff posturings, he was too busy quickly cleaning out the workings of his respirator before his stomach acid ruined the electronics. His nasal passages also burned profusely from the backwash, but his mind was on other things.
"I fear now is a time for speed over labored ritual, great Omnissiah," he coughed out between breaths. "I humbly apologize for my neglect and request your gracious mercy for the future."
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Post by natahem on Jul 11, 2014 11:27:13 GMT 8
Ash, who remained silent until now, try to keep his dignity and content inside of his stomach :
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Post by natahem on Jul 11, 2014 11:33:56 GMT 8
He couldn't keep much longer his content, and the smell of Leitbec vomit made the thing worst. Soon he released all his stomach's content on the floor (and on his dignity), and his face became as white as snow.
He prefered not say a single word, avoiding other people look, and kept focussing for the rest of the travel.
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Post by Oriol FM on Jul 11, 2014 22:00:15 GMT 8
After an uneventful and smooth atmospheric flight of 32 minutes, your dropship goes up a little bit, gets in stationary flight, and begins doing a small maneuver turn to the left. Then begins descending slowly. | The servitor activates the maneuver jets and the auto-descent. Then he comes to the seats area, and dials the numeric release sequance. With a hiss, the pneumatic clamps that held you tight in your seats retract into the ceiling and the wall, and the safety belts open. |
Shortly after that, you hear the electric buzzing of the landing train's motors, and the dropship touches the ground with a loud THUD. The shock absorbers in the train take most of the impact, so you only feel a strong 2-second decelaration, like the one of a high speed elevator. With the humming of the hydraulic pumps, the ramp on the front of the dropship, under the cabin, begins to open. immediately, you notice the difference in density between the air of the ship that you have been breathing for weeks (months, in some cases) and the air in the planet. The predominant smells are ozone and wet grass. There's slight rain outside. The ramp finishes opening, and a green light lits over the exit. |
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Post by nathanjames on Jul 11, 2014 22:59:47 GMT 8
Polishing the last of the vomit out of his respirator, Titus made a face as he noticed the smell of wet grass. Back in his hive, the only place where flora could be smelled so strongly was in the Underhive--and he had no good memories of his visits there. He would feel much more comfortable once he was under a solid roof and four metallic walls. [Mechanically, Titus takes a -10 to all Survival tests and -5 to all Intelligence tests when outside of a "proper hab."]
Finally snapping his respirator into place, Titus stepped to the last bit of shadow offered by the dropship and looked out into the platform lights. He was interested in sighting their contact, one "Demetrius Rouk," as quickly as possible; he was even more interested in moving out of the center of attention immediately. Clearly, they had no idea yet who was friend or foe on this world, and the sooner they were hidden in the milling crowds, the better.
"May my weapon be guarded against malfunction, as my soul is guarded from impurity."
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Post by richmccomas on Jul 12, 2014 7:45:24 GMT 8
"Red" was excited during the stealth drop, but the 32 minute flight seemed to drag on forever without incident. He actually took a moment to nap against his restraints during the slow travel, head lolling against the security webbing and a small even snore resonating through the passenger compartment. When the ship changes course to begin final approach he comes awake quickly, darts a fast, paranoid glance around the room, fingers reaching for his knife, then settles back, smacking his lips and yawning. He lets go another wide yawn and shakes the grogginess out of his head, blinking and stretching against the restraints. Then he takes a moment to look around the room, clearly making a visual inventory of his companions. He tsks a bit under his breath when he notices the thin, even coating of vomit that covers his companions gear, mumbling something about the "stink attracting predators". His eyes catch on a number of items; the combination of white wig and heavy carapace armor on Leitbec, and the knife collection and lack of armor on Ash. When he drifts over to the technological monstrosity that is Titus, his eyes get a glazed, horrified, almost panicked expression, and his calm only seems to return when he locks on the Lascarbine, the one piece of familiarity in all that strangeness. |
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Post by nathanjames on Jul 12, 2014 9:59:11 GMT 8
Titus's discerning gaze traveled up and down the mountainous form of his companion, darting between his closely-cropped hair to his taped straps to his combat knives, arranged for easy access. Here was a man not unlike himself in many ways--a man accustomed to surviving by his wits alone in a dangerous jungle...though a jungle made of trees and predators, as opposed to metal and people.
"My name is Titus," he answered, "and I'm sure you've already gathered everything about me you need to."
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