Session+7

[20:34] <@BradGM> ++++++++Begin Transmission++++++++ [20:34] <@BradGM> +++Atrial: Insertion+++ [20:34] <@BradGM> +++Thought of the Day: Dishonour your wargear and it will fail you.+++ [20:34] <@BradGM> +++Location: Munitorium D, Tricorn, Hive Tarsus, Scintilla, Sector Calixis+++ [20:34] <@BradGM> +++1754 Hours Local time+++ [20:34] <@BradGM> +++After being quickly introduced, Mockingbird and Sister Elana were briefed by Inquisitor Jex concerning Atrial; an ancient power sword wielded for a moment by St-Drusus, Patron Saint of the Sector, lost in the warp aboard the Pride of Terra may be within reach. The Cruiser was sighted amongst a Space Hulk detected just beyond the Scintillan system. Proceeding to Munitorium D guided by Captain Rother, they met the small, squatish Quartermaster Bradon and equipped themselves for their mission.+++ [20:34] <@BradGM> ++++++++End Transmission++++++++ [20:35] <@BradGM> **2 hours passed as you are ready to leave Munitorium D with your gear; 2 more hours remains before you are to report for departure.** [20:35] * +Grendel finds a nice quite place to commune with the machine spirits of his new gear, getting to know them. [20:36] <+Mira_Atella> (( are they carrying it all or wearing the parts they can? )) [20:36] <@BradGM> **As you exit, Bradon stops you "Wait a minute, aren't we forgetting something?"** [20:39] <@BradGM> ((not bread; dry corpse scratch)) [20:39] <+Alaric> ((NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!)) [20:39] <+Elana> ((cops scratch?)) [20:40] <@BradGM> ((bwahaha)) [20:40] <@BradGM> ((remember those 2 enforcers you've killed?)) [20:40] <+Alaric> ((soilent green baby!)) [20:40] <@BradGM> ((ok 2 hours..anyone does anything?)) [20:40] * +Alaric nods. "I shall endeavor to do so." He hefts the bags with the gear and bids Bradon a good day before heading off to the pre-flight room to give everything a final once over. [20:41] <+Grendel> ((just commune with the machine spirits of his gear...saying litanies, prayers to the Omnissiah, etc. [20:41] <+Alaric> ((studying the data? *shrug* nothing much)) [20:41] <+Mira_Atella> (( Nada )) [20:41] * +Lazerus_Grim hangs around the squats, getting to know Bradon really well and conversing about his recent acquisitions [20:42] * +Elana proceeds to follow the Arbitrator. 1"We have more than an hour until our transport leaves"6, she comments, as if somewhat unsure what to do in the meantime. She adds: 1"We should pray for the success of our mission, and for safe passage through the void." [20:42] <@BradGM> **The data-slade report of the Hulk talks about a large 20 km by 35 km at the tip spear point shaped hulk, where radiation, hull breaches and some isolated power sources were detected. cont..** [20:46] <@BradGM> **While the scared voiders didn't say them, they did heard the screams, lasting an instant before they entered and saw the cut bodies.** [20:47] <@BradGM> **They judged it haunted by some warp ghost or worse, and decided to promptly leave while they still could.** [20:47] * +Elana 's eyes wander towards the Tech-Priest as the Arbitrator responds, nodding slightly. Her armoured fingers reach for the chaplet eccelesiasticus, fondling the prayer beads for a moment before she lifts the icon. [20:47] * +Grendel makes the sign of the Omnissiah over his armor, murmuring quietly in binary. [20:47] <@BradGM> **They have managed to go 1 km toward the pride of Terra, and in another direction, where they found ++SEALED BY INQUISITIONAL MANDATE+++** [20:47] * +Mira_Atella looks around at the goings on and decides to join Grim and his conversation with Bradon. [20:48] <@BradGM> **Grim, roll WP** [20:49] <+Alaric> ((these are recordings we get while en-route? Or are we already in?)) [20:49] <@BradGM> ((you got it in a data slade)) [20:49] <+Lazerus_Grim> !perc 50 [20:49] <+DiceServitor> Lazerus_Grim rolls [ 50% (or Lower) : 12 15%, Success ] [20:50] <+Alaric> ((ok)) [20:50] * +Alaric finishes his prayer before moving to a seat. Laying his gear at his feat, he studies the data intently like he would any other case. [20:51] <@BradGM> **Grim, as you talk to Bradon with Mira, you got an odd sense of déjà-vu, or more of relaxation; like if you were convivially having a good moment with people which presence you like.** [20:51] * +Grendel moves to the Hellgun, chanting quietly in binary over it now. [20:54] <@BradGM> **Alaric, the data-slade speaks of Falcon, another cell, who were the original mission going to the Hulk to ++SEALED BY INQUISTIONNAL MANDATE++ when the Pride of Terra was noticed by the adepts analysing the information and augery scans. They shall insert at the same location as the salvagers and proceed to ++SEALED BY INQUISTIONNAL MANDATE++ for ++SEALED BY INQUISTIONNAL MANDATE++.** [20:55] * +Alaric scowls at the censored data but continues on as best he can, trying to put together as much as possible. [20:57] <@BradGM> **You are in what appears to be a small briefing room for the briefing of pilots of the small fleet of vessels the Inquisition maintains. There's 4 rows of 6 chairs with a 1 chair wide corridor in the middle. A pedestrial is at the front of a large screen. Litanies and a small pilot's sigil are lining the walls.** [20:57] * +Mira_Atella takes a seat in one of the rows. [20:59] * Chymos (~VelvetKit@mo-71-51-221-160.dhcp.embarqhsd.net) has left #Shadowrun [20:59] <@BradGM> **Oh yes- and there are also numerous Navy Aquilas and =-I-= symbols around.** [21:19] <@BradGM> **Mira: you are in a large open area, with collapsible benches on the sides. it feels like a cargo plane of sort.** [21:19] * +Elana 's eyes wander towards her companions for a moment before she nods. 1"Sister Militant Elana of the Order of Our Martyred Lady. And I believe that is our squad's cognomen." [21:19] <@BradGM> **Grendel is slowly approaching of the Astartes, muttering in some tech language, fixed on the Marine's aupex.** [21:20] * +Alaric nods. "Indeed," he says, moving for a seat/bench. "I am Alaric Augustus Novarius," he says by way of greeting. [21:20] * +Grendel continues to mutter in binary to the auspex's machine spirit. [21:21] <@BradGM> Ezo "And we are Falcon; Such blessing to be able to quest for such an ancient relic" [21:22] <+Alaric> ((apologies, obviously my memory sucks. our job is 2 fold, yes? find the widget and find out what happened?)) [21:22] <@BradGM> **another St speaks, another man, who's a bit more shorter than the average. His voice is grizzled but still sound strong and young. "That's after we're done with our mission. Let them handle it."** [21:34] <@BradGM> Ezo "I am certain our Lord had good reason to have him be present Brother Balthazal." [21:34] * +Alaric looks to the marine and frowns. "Question all you like. To yourself. It is not up to you. Nor us. Greater powers have made the decision for all of us to be here. We are but servants. Accept it." [21:34] * +Elana 's emerald eyes wander from the Marine towards the Mechanicus, carefully studying Grendel's reaction. She does not seem to intend to interfere. [21:34] * +Mira_Atella looks at the marine, not saying a word. [21:36] * +Grendel distractedly waves a hand before continuing to study the auspex. [21:36] <@BradGM> **Balthazal turns his head toward Alaric "DO NOT SPEAK TO ME OF DUTY, ARBITRATOR."** [21:38] * +Mira_Atella gives Alaric a pointed glare. [21:39] * +Elana closes her eyes for a moment. 1"Brother Marine. Arbitrator Novarius. We are on the verge of a very important mission that will not brook any unrest between the Emperor's servants." [21:40] <@BradGM> Balthazal "IT IS NOT I THAT SHALL PLACE MY TRUST AND MY LIFE IN THE HANDS OF EASILY IMPRESSED TECH-ADEPTS, ARBITRATOR. PRAY THAT YOUR FAITH IS WELL PLACED." [21:40] * +Alaric nods to Elana. "Apologies for the disturbance good sister." He nods to the giant marine. "I have faith in the Omissiah as do you. With his blessing, all will be as it should be," he says, leaning bakc in his seat. [21:41] <@BradGM> BALTHAZAL "DO NOT MISJUDGE RESPECT FOR OBEDIENCE." [21:42] * +Alaric chooses not to respond out of respect for Elana. Discussing faith and belief with the marine would serve little purpose beyond riling up the marine. [21:42] * +Grendel frowns as the chatter begins to bother his conversation with the machine spirit. [21:43] <@BradGM> **Grendel, roll tech-use -20** [21:44] <+Grendel> !perc 33 [21:44] <+DiceServitor> Grendel rolls [ 33% (or Lower) : 04 77%, Fail ] [21:44] <+Grendel> (oh for god's sake.)) [21:44] <@BradGM> ((fate it?)) [21:45] * +Elana lowers her head for a moment before considering the matter settled. Reaching for her chaplet ecclesiasticus once more she mutters a short prayer for safe travel. 1"Eternal Emperor, who alone watches us and rules the tides and storms, be compassionate to your servants ... preserve them from the perils of the void, that we may be a safeguard to the Domain of Men..."" [21:45] <+Alaric> ((you have lost your faith in the omissiah, haven't you? HAVEN'T YOU!?!?!)) [21:45] <+Alaric> ) [21:46] <+Grendel> ((sure, what the hell)) [21:46] <+Grendel> !perc 33 [21:46] <+DiceServitor> Grendel rolls [ 33% (or Lower) : 04 90%, Fail ] [21:46] <@BradGM> **Elana, Cleric Ezo joins you in prayers. The other 2 St gets up and each goes into a room closer to the front of the gun-cutter.** [21:46] <@BradGM> ((wow..Grendel..)) [21:46] <+Alaric> ((dude....the dice LOATH you tonight. [21:46] <+Alaric> )) [21:46] <+Alaric> ((I'm ready to loan you a fate point...just out of pity!)) [21:47] <@BradGM> **Grendel, you talk to the aupex's machine spirit, but it seems to react violently to your presence, enough that it stops answering to your queries.** [21:49] * +Grendel sighs and shrugs, finally sitting down, going over his gear. [21:51] <@BradGM> **the flying passe; Balthazal remains stationary, sitting down and not moving, if only twisting his head occasionally. The 2 other ST return here and there to discuss planning with Ezo.** [21:53] * +Grendel continues to go over his gear. [21:54] * +Alaric will listen idly as he waits. [21:55] <@BradGM> **Ezo appears to be a man in his 50s with squinty eyes and a thin, long mustache. The other 2 St are Hak, a fair skinned man who's wearing a bandanna under his helmet, and a pale, redheaded woman named Joss, a doctor judging by her medical supplies she's carrying.** [21:55] <@BradGM> ((oh yeah: anyone got a medkit? 'cause there' none around.)) [21:56] <+Mira_Atella> (( not me )) [21:56] <+Alaric> (( don't have medicine skill sadly...)) [21:56] <+Grendel> ((not me...there's apparently resistance to the TechPriest being the medicae :) [21:56] <+Lazerus_Grim> ((nope, but I have Healer)) [21:57] <+Alaric> ((if they work by themselves, an auto thing, then I'd ask for one)) [21:57] * +Elana seems to busy herself with her boltgun, taking all three clips of ammunition and resting them on her lap, using the lower part of her crimson garment like a blanket. Her fingers carefully move over the deadly bolt rounds whilst her lips move, praying in silence. [21:57] <+Elana> ((advanced medikits do)) [21:59] <+Elana> ((or rather, they don't heal by themselves but they have an advanced diagnostic cogitator and easy-to-use manuals)) [21:59] <@BradGM> ((yeah gives a +20 and no need for the medicae skill)) [22:00] <+Elana> ((ikea manual "now use saw 3 with leg")) [22:00] <@BradGM> ((well, I'll give you guys one, so at least you won't be in trouble if people got critical..heh)) [22:00] <+Alaric> ((could we get one of those? I'll happily carry it ;)) [22:00] <+Alaric> ((heh see this is why I ask these things ;) )) [22:01] <@BradGM> ((sure, good for 10 uses.)) [22:01] <@BradGM> ((FFWD to the hulk?)) [22:01] <+Mira_Atella> (( sure )) [22:01] <+Alaric> ((sure)) [22:01] <+Lazerus_Grim> ((yep)) [22:02] <@BradGM> **The trip goes on smoothly in the void. Then the vox system comes alive again "On approach toward objective. Seal suits, opening doors in 5."** edit
 * [20:36] * +Alaric finishes the last of the paperwork with a nod to Bradon. "Thank you for your services sir," he says with a nod.**
 * [20:36] <@BradGM> Bradon "Ha, thanks lad."**
 * [20:36] * +Alaric nods. "Of course," he says in understanding.**
 * [20:36] <@BradGM>** The Squat scrutinize the paperwork!
 * [20:37] <+Alaric> ((I'm a cop. we know paperwork! :) And donuts.))**
 * [20:37] <@BradGM>** Roll literacy Alaric
 * [20:37] <@BradGM> +10**
 * [20:37] * +Elana has managed to - after some awkward movement - hang the grappling cannon over one of her over sized pauldrons. As the squat speaks up she turns, eying the abhuman patiently.**
 * [20:37] <+Alaric> !perc 52**
 * [20:37] <+DiceServitor> Alaric rolls [ 52% (or Lower) : 12 9%, Success ]**
 * [20:37] <+Elana> ((lol))**
 * [20:37] <+Alaric> ((heh))**
 * [20:38] <+Alaric> (( I _DO_ know paperwork! now where's my donut?))**
 * [20:39] <+Elana> ((in the Grim Darkness of the 41st Millennium, there is only Old Bread))**
 * [20:39] <@BradGM>** The Squat appears to be pleased, **very** pleased with your pen skills. "Not bad..not bad at all; Now just make sure you return it all in good condition lad; You really don't want to have to fill the forms for loosing something."
 * [20:44] <+Alaric> "A short prayer would not be remiss. But the God-Emperor helps those who help themselves," he says before he does as he says and starts a small prayer.**
 * [20:45] <@BradGM> The Pride of Terra was seems 5 km inside, to the port side. The salvager clan that explored the hulk managed to put some atmosphere to what imperial section still viable they could find until one of their patrol who were going for the Pride of Terra returned missing 2 man; said to have suddenly dispeared into bloody sliced heaps.**
 * [20:59] <@BradGM> ((FFWD to boarding?))**
 * [21:00] <+Grendel> ((Sure..just going to commune with the auspex :) ))**
 * [21:00] <+Lazerus_Grim> ((sure))**
 * [21:00] * +Elana walks towards the pedestal, noticing the blessed Aquila on its front. She kneels down and bows her head whilst clasping the prayer beads between her hands, the chaplet ecclesiasticus dangling from her fingers.**
 * [21:00] <+Alaric> ((sure))**
 * [21:00] <+Elana> ((okay with me))**
 * [21:00] <+Mira_Atella> (( sure ))**
 * [21:02] <@BradGM>** a couple of hours later,a flight officer enters to inform you that the gun-cutter is departing in 15 minutes.
 * [21:02] * +Mira_Atella stands from her chair and joins the others.**
 * [21:03] * +Grendel gathers his gear silently, following the officer.**
 * [21:04] * +Elana nods slowly to the officer's announcement, preparing to leave.**
 * [21:05] <@BradGM>** The officer takes you to the flight deck, almost touching the clouds overhead, where flight crews are busy making final preparation for the take-off.
 * [21:05] * +Alaric nods to the man and hefts his gear.**
 * [21:05] * +Lazerus_Grim follows behind the hulking Sister**
 * [21:07] * +Elana inspects the fliers as she walks, not entirely unfamiliar with some of the models.**
 * [21:08] * +Alaric looks around curiously as he walks, taking it in clinicly. This was not his normal duties and knowledge could be useful.**
 * [21:09] * +Grendel glances around, studying the guncutter as we approach.**
 * [21:09] <@BradGM>** Inside there is 3 person in stormtrooper armour, sitting and strapped, armed with hellweapons as well, swords and hammers, shotguns, pistols, grenades and a flamer. With them is a hulking human clad in almost all black power armour armed with a long two-handed sword, a boltgun and a large, sophisticated aupex. Roll WP everyone!
 * [21:10] <+Mira_Atella> !perc 41**
 * [21:10] <+DiceServitor> Mira_Atella rolls [ 41% (or Lower) : 12 8%, Success ]**
 * [21:10] <@BradGM> ((The gun-cutter: it's a giant revolver wiht a large scalpel sticking out of it))**
 * [21:10] <+Alaric> !perc 41**
 * [21:10] <+DiceServitor> Alaric rolls [ 41% (or Lower) : 12 14%, Success ]**
 * [21:10] <+Lazerus_Grim> !perc 50**
 * [21:10] <+DiceServitor> Lazerus_Grim rolls [ 50% (or Lower) : 12 17%, Success ]**
 * [21:10] <+Elana> !perc 34**
 * [21:10] <+DiceServitor> Elana rolls [ 34% (or Lower) : 12 6%, Success ]**
 * [21:11] <+Grendel> !perc 36**
 * [21:11] <+DiceServitor> Grendel rolls [ 36% (or Lower) : 04 65%, Fail ]**
 * [21:12] <@BradGM>** The gun-cutter is a massive void-capable ship well armed with autocannons, missiles and heavy botlers, counter-measures, and seems well armoured as well; It seems large enough to carry a good 20-25 people
 * [21:14] <+Elana> "Ave Imperator"6, she announces with a clear voice as she enters the craft, giving each of the company a short glance - a bit longer for their heavily armoured supposed leader.**
 * [21:14] <@BradGM>** You recognized the giant human as a Space Marine; even more so, your training comes back to you and you recognized the shoulder symbol of the Deatchwatch. While you are all in awe at the sight of the Emperor's finest, you keep your calm; except Grendel who seems ecstatic about that aupex the Astartes is carrying.
 * [21:14] <+Alaric> ((heh))**
 * [21:15] <+Mira_Atella> (( lol ))**
 * [21:15] * +Alaric nods respectfully to the servants/fists of the Emperor as he enters the craft.**
 * [21:16] * +Grendel studies the auspex, muttering a brief greeting to its machine spirit.**
 * [21:16] * +Mira_Atella continues walking, taking note of the people around them, but focusing on their transportation.**
 * [21:17] <@BradGM>** One of the ST speaks, a man with a soft, but stern voice. "Ave Imperator, Sister. I am Cleric Ezo. I suppose you are Mockingbird?"
 * [21:22] <@BradGM> ((widget is primary; finding out what happened is 'if you can'))**
 * [21:22] * +Alaric quirks an eyebrow curiously. at that.**
 * [21:22] <+Alaric> ((ok, noted))**
 * [21:23] <@BradGM>** Grendel, the aupex suddenly goes up!
 * [21:24] * +Elana nods, proceeding to find a seat somewhat close to the group. 1"We are honoured. Will we investigate the wreckage side by side, or will Falcon penetrate the Hulk at another spot?"**
 * [21:25] <+Grendel> ((goes up?))**
 * [21:25] <+Elana> ((it blinks and flashes and stuff!))**
 * [21:26] <@BradGM> ((like' it's rising up; the marine's actually just rising it up in the air a little, but since you're fixed on it, it seems like it's floating on it own))**
 * [21:26] <+Grendel> ((ah))**
 * [21:27] * +Grendel blinks, studying the auspex, focusing on it, wondering if someone added the anti-gravimetrics for a servoskull to it.**
 * [21:28] * +Mira_Atella keeps quiet and still as things start moving, continuing to just watch.**
 * [21:28] <@BradGM> Man "We're getting in the same as those salvagers did, then you go by foot or fly there, don't care; just that the gun-cutter will wait for us back at the insertion point."**
 * [21:29] <@BradGM>** Grendel, the aupex moves around, like with a mind of it's own, like the machine spirit is alive inside!
 * [21:29] <@BradGM> ((then Grendel and the aupex will sing and dance, like a disney movie))**
 * [21:29] <+Alaric> ((heh))**
 * [21:29] * +Alaric nods slowly at the man's words, wondering idly if and how the SM mission would affect their own.**
 * [21:30] <@BradGM>** roll perception+20 Grendel
 * [21:30] <+Grendel> !perc 55**
 * [21:30] <+DiceServitor> Grendel rolls [ 55% (or Lower) : 04 98%, Fail ]**
 * [21:30] <@BradGM> ((pff..))**
 * [21:30] <+Grendel> ((oh for fuck's sake. fate))**
 * [21:30] <+Grendel> !perc 55**
 * [21:30] <+DiceServitor> Grendel rolls [ 55% (or Lower) : 04 89%, Fail ]**
 * [21:30] <+Grendel> ((fucking ridiculous!))**
 * [21:30] <+Alaric> ((ouch. it is not to be)**
 * [21:30] <+Alaric> )**
 * [21:33] <@BradGM>** You all see the Astartes holding the aupex so that it's heavy righteous glare pierce Grendel's eyes, but the tech-Priest seems hypnotized by the aupex. The marine turns to to the cell as his mechanically flithered voice rings out in the vessel as it moves and departs. "I QUESTION THE VALUE OF BRINGING SUCH WEAK-MINDED TECH-PRIEST ON SUCH AN IMPORTANT MISSION."
 * [21:36] * +Alaric quirks an eyebrow, unconcerned. "I am not the one questioning duty. Are you?"**
 * [21:37] <@BradGM> Balthazal "TO QUESTION IS TO DOUBT."**
 * [21:38] <+Alaric> "Indeed it is. Which of us questioned that duty good Marine? I have faith the right choice was made. Do you not?"**
 * [21:38] <@BradGM>** The vox system comes online "Atmosphere cleared. ETA 6 hours."
 * [22:03] * +Alaric gears up, double checking everything before turning and doing a double check on whoever is sitting next to him as well.**
 * [22:04] * +Mira_Atella pulls her helmet on, adjusting it properly to seal with the suit.**
 * [22:04] <@BradGM>** Falcon is also checking gear and preparing. Brother Balthazal swings his ammo backpack and loads his heavy botler with loud metal-on-metal sounds.
 * [22:04] * +Elana awakens out of a soft sleep and blinks her eyes open, being used to get combat-ready on a moment's notice thanks to numerous drills throughout her schola education and novitiate. She reaches for her unusual helmet, hesitating a last moment before putting it on and reaching for the connectors.**
 * [22:04] * +Grendel stands, sealing his armor, checking the integrity, muttering litanies to the machine spirit. Hardly his fault if the rest of the people die from annoyed machine spirits. More servitor parts for him.**
 * [22:05] * +Mira_Atella checks to make sure that her guns and the blade are secured along with her backpack and extra charges.**
 * [22:05] <+Elana> "The Emperor Protects"6 are her last words before her face vanishes beneath a dark combination of adamantine and plasteel.**
 * [22:05] <+Grendel> ((That, and power armor. Cheater))**
 * [22:06] <+Elana> ((you joined the wrong fan club!))**
 * [22:06] <+Alaric> ((lol))**
 * [22:06] * +Lazerus_Grim seals his suit with his helmet and brings his lascarbine across his chest, trying to look like a very intimidating old man**
 * [22:06] <@BradGM> ((need a rolled up newspaper for that pops.))**
 * [22:06] <@BradGM> (("Get off my sub-sector you space-punks!"))**
 * [22:07] <@BradGM>** The vox system kicks-in again "Activing magnetic soles. Faith sustains." A large sliding door opens on the gun-cutter's side, revealing the void.
 * [22:08] <+Grendel> "Praise the Omnissiah."**
 * [22:09] <@BradGM>** As the gun-cutter turns, the massive structure of the space hulk comes into view; twisted metal, rocks, and something that looks like ship made out of skin are floating amiss silentspace.
 * [22:09] <@BradGM>** Roll perception +10
 * [22:09] <+Lazerus_Grim> "Mag- what?"**
 * [22:09] <@BradGM> ((Visual))**
 * [22:10] * +Lazerus_Grim starts floating within the hold**
 * [22:10] <+Lazerus_Grim> !perc 41**
 * [22:10] <+DiceServitor> Lazerus_Grim rolls [ 41% (or Lower) : 04 54%, Fail ]**
 * [22:10] <@BradGM> ((your suit got magnetic boots btw..))**
 * [22:10] <+Mira_Atella> !perc 44**
 * [22:10] <+DiceServitor> Mira_Atella rolls [ 44% (or Lower) : 04 98%, Fail ]**
 * [22:10] <+Mira_Atella> (( gonna redo that one lol ))**
 * [22:10] <+Lazerus_Grim> ((i know, he forgot to turn them on**
 * [22:10] <+Lazerus_Grim> ((fate))**
 * [22:10] <+Grendel> !perc 45**
 * [22:10] <+DiceServitor> Grendel rolls [ 45% (or Lower) : 04 69%, Fail ]**
 * [22:10] <+Lazerus_Grim> !perc 41**
 * [22:10] <+DiceServitor> Lazerus_Grim rolls [ 41% (or Lower) : 04 44%, Fail ]**
 * [22:10] <+Mira_Atella> !perc 44**
 * [22:10] <+DiceServitor> Mira_Atella rolls [ 44% (or Lower) : 04 71%, Fail ]**
 * [22:10] <+Alaric> !perc 41**
 * [22:10] <+DiceServitor> Alaric rolls [ 41% (or Lower) : 12 11%, Success ]**
 * [22:11] * +Elana seems to remain calm - at least so it seems, the helmet omitting any facial expression. Reaching for the belts keeping her strapped into the seat, she opens the lock and gets up. Her armour does not seem to possess magnetic soles, forcing her to use the nearby backrests for movement.**
 * [22:11] <@BradGM> ((want to fate it guys?))**
 * [22:11] <+Elana> !perc 39**
 * [22:11] <+DiceServitor> Elana rolls [ 39% (or Lower) : 04 63%, Fail ]**
 * [22:11] <+Grendel> ((I'm out of fate!))**
 * [22:11] * +Alaric sits patiently once all is ready.**
 * [22:11] <+Mira_Atella> (( Already tried once ))**
 * [22:11] <+Alaric> ((nope, I made it!))**
 * [22:11] <@BradGM>** The cabin is in zero-G alaric; if you didn't activated your boot,s you're floating.
 * [22:12] * +Grendel makes sure the mag boots are on and the impellors on standby.**
 * [22:12] * +Mira_Atella grumbles as she begins to float up. Quickly actives her boots and reconnects with the floor.**
 * [22:12] <@BradGM>** Balthazal is taking the good spot to look outside, but Alaric manages to float to get a clear view of the Hulk can can see the Pride of Terra's back sticking out of the mass of ships.
 * [22:14] * +Alaric nods to the marine without looking, taking a place beside him to watch the ship.**
 * [22:15] <@BradGM>** The gun-cutter flies besides the hulk, until it reaches something that looks like hangar doors of some derelict transport. It flies close-by, and Hak goes out to activate the door. With complete silence, they slowly being to open, Balthazal brooming the horizon with his heavy bolter.
 * [22:15] <@BradGM>** Ezo, beings tapping his helmet, looking at you guys
 * [22:16] * +Alaric activates everything and prepares himself.**
 * [22:16] * +Mira_Atella double checks that her suit is sealed and all devices are activated.**
 * [22:17] <@BradGM>** you check your vox, which works. Ezo communicates with sing their frequency
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SaveCancel || [22:51] <+Elana> ((oops! okay)) [22:52] * +Alaric nods to Elana. "Proceed. I will take the tail position," he says nodding to the others. "If Elana is on point, Mira second?" [22:52] <+Grendel> "Very well, I will go third." [22:52] * +Mira_Atella adjusts her grip on the rifle, stepping up behind the Sister. [22:52] * +Elana gives the door a final push that sends it slamming into the metal wall before proceeding further into the Hulk, now keeping her bolter at the ready. [22:52] <@BradGM> ((such bravery for the arbitrator; sending the women in first.)) [22:53] * +Mira_Atella follows Elana, not able to see much past her, but ready with her rifle just in case. [22:53] <+Alaric> ((we call that BRAINS. give me some power armor and I'll go first too :) )) [22:53] <+Alaric> ((and, for the record, tail position is often just a dangerous. so there! ;) )) [22:55] <+Elana> ((soo, what do we see?)) [22:55] <@BradGM> **You advance slowly inside the Hulk; the corridor are a miss match of corridors, plasma cut rocks, metla-paste made holes..who's got an auger? roll tech-use whoever got one** [22:55] <+Grendel> ((Auger or auspex?)) [22:55] <+Elana> ((same thing afaik?)) [22:57] <@BradGM> ((same thing, different casing)) [22:57] <+Grendel> !perc 53 [22:57] <+DiceServitor> Grendel rolls [ 53% (or Lower) : 12 22%, Success ] [22:57] <+Grendel> ((holy shit!)) [22:57] <+Alaric> ((HE MADE A ROLL!)) [22:57] <+Elana> ((!!)) [22:57] <+Alaric> ) [22:57] <+Lazerus_Grim> ((extra XP for the techie!!!!) [22:59] <@BradGM> **Grendel, the aupex doesn't have batteries after all so nothing happens...no just a techjoke, the aupex reveals no movement, but that there is atmosphere in the passageway; enough to not have the helmet on, but it is still heavily polluted and with high radiation level; nothing your suits can't handle.** [23:00] <+Grendel> "I recommend keeping the helmets on. The air is breathable, but he radiation could be damage. No movement, besides ours." [23:00] * +Elana advances with firm steps, dismissing the damage inflicted upon the vessel, instead just pressing, determined to find the relic. 1"Very well. We will remain cautious." [23:00] <@BradGM> **As there is atmosphere, you can all hear the sound of the aupex *tic...tic....tic...tic...*** [23:02] * +Alaric nods in agreement. [23:02] <@BradGM> **you then enter a moderately large room, something that seems to be an ancient ship medbay. Atmosphere is present, but polluted. Gurneys and long forgotten tool litters the place, a pile of seemingly combat bionics, mostly arms and legs, are massed in a pile too. Everyone roll perception or search** [23:02] <+Alaric> "Let us proceed then." [23:02] <+Alaric> !perc 31 [23:02] <+DiceServitor> Alaric rolls [ 31% (or Lower) : 12 22%, Success ] [23:02] <+Lazerus_Grim> !perc 31 [23:02] <+DiceServitor> Lazerus_Grim rolls [ 31% (or Lower) : 12 6%, Success ] [23:02] <+Elana> !perc 29 [23:02] <+DiceServitor> Elana rolls [ 29% (or Lower) : 04 73%, Fail ] [23:03] <+Mira_Atella> !perc 44 [23:03] <+DiceServitor> Mira_Atella rolls [ 44% (or Lower) : 04 46%, Fail ] [23:03] <+Grendel> !perc 35 [23:03] <+DiceServitor> Grendel rolls [ 35% (or Lower) : 04 58%, Fail ] [23:04] <@BradGM> **Alaric, you can see what looks like large marks of blood on the wall, and what seems like a dried up blood of blood. Grim, same thing, and you also spot on the floor under some old metal tray what seems like a data-slade.** [23:05] * +Elana does not seem too interested in the medbay yet as she fails to see anything that catches her eye. She keeps moving to the next doorway. [23:06] * +Mira_Atella sweeps her gaze around the room, keeping an eye for movement, not paying attention to much else. [23:06] * +Grendel keeps moving, studying the auspex at they move. [23:06] <@BradGM> **Grendel, roll tech-use again** [23:07] <+Alaric> "This does not look promising," he says muttering. He notes the blood patterns, trying to discern what happened as the others looks around. [23:07] <+Grendel> !perc 53 [23:07] <+DiceServitor> Grendel rolls [ 53% (or Lower) : 12 18%, Success ] [23:07] <+Lazerus_Grim> ((again with the Success?)) [23:08] <@BradGM> **Grendel, you detect a faint energy signature coming from close-by, specifically the pile of old bionics that's lying in a corner; perhaps there's still a fonctionning one in the lot?** [23:09] <@BradGM> **Alaric, awareness** [23:09] <+Grendel> "Hold, energy signatures." [23:09] <+Alaric> !perc 31 [23:09] <+DiceServitor> Alaric rolls [ 31% (or Lower) : 12 16%, Success ] [23:09] * +Elana stops, turning halfway around whilst lowering her gun's muzzle. 1"What kind of signatures?" [23:10] * +Alaric hefts his weapons, putting his back to his companions. "And from where?" [23:10] <@BradGM> **Alaric, judging by the splatter of the blood, you can say that it was caused by a slicing object, like a knife or sword, but with rather strong force put into the blow.** [23:11] * +Grendel points to the pile of bionics. "There, possible salvage, if the Omnissiah wills it." [23:13] * +Elana 's head turns towards the pile, though she does not seem very moved by this discovery. 1"Not what we came for." [23:13] <+Alaric> "Some rather forceful slicing was done here to create such splatters," he says, still wary. "Quite a bit of force." [23:13] <+Alaric> ((did someone HINT HINT HINT GRIM, mention the data slate on the floor?)) [23:14] <+Mira_Atella> (( anyone that saw it hasn't said anything about it heh )) [23:14] <+Alaric> (( just making sure he isn't forgetting/missing it. ;) deliberate is ok. )) [23:14] * +Elana 's attentiveness switches to the Arbitrator, only now discovering the flecks of blood: 1"A battle, perhaps?" [23:14] * +Mira_Atella steps over to the pile of bionics and puts her rifle back over her shoulder, moving pieces around, looking for anything that is still functioning. [23:14] <+Alaric> "I do not think so. More like...butchering." [23:14] <@BradGM> ((wait...)) [23:15] <@BradGM> **mira, roll perception visual -20** [23:15] <+Alaric> ((just guessing ;) fits the creepy haunted vibe ;) )) [23:15] <+Mira_Atella> !perc 24 [23:15] <+DiceServitor> Mira_Atella rolls [ 24% (or Lower) : 12 21%, Success ] [23:16] <@BradGM> **As you approach the pile, you see that the dozen or so bionic limbs seems more plasma wielded to a central grouping of 3 bionic torso.** [23:16] <+Alaric> ((SHOOT)) [23:17] <+Mira_Atella> "This is interesting.." She stands back up and backs away, not knowing what kind of crazy this is. [23:17] <@BradGM> ((and you spot that before being near it: you're maybe 5-7 meters away)) [23:17] <+Grendel> "What is?" [23:17] <+Alaric> "What is," he asks, not looking. [23:17] * +Elana turns back around, eying the assassin. [23:17] <+Mira_Atella> "That's not a junk pile, the limbs are welded purposely that way." [23:18] <+Alaric> ((is Grim/Laz on? seems quiet)) [23:18] * +Grendel frowns, considering. [23:18] <+Lazerus_Grim> ((I'm here)) [23:18] <+Grendel> ((Can I make a Forbidden Lore (Adeptus Mechanicus test?)) [23:18] <@BradGM> ((-30, yes.)) [23:18] <+Elana> "Welded?" 6The Battle Sister steps closer to the pile of limbs, now considerably more interested in it. [23:19] <+Alaric> ((did you see the post/reference for you about the dataslate on the floor? that only you saw?)) [23:19] * +Mira_Atella thinks about the blood, what Alaric said about strong force, and glances warily over the bastard creation of parts. "Yeah..." [23:19] <+Grendel> !perc 13 [23:19] <+DiceServitor> Grendel rolls [ 13% (or Lower) : 04 21%, Fail ] [23:19] * +Mira_Atella puts her rifle back in to her hands, aimed at the pile. [23:20] <+Alaric> "Would that energy source you noted be strong enough to run a servitor and its bionics? Or some other mechanical construction?" [23:20] <@BradGM> **Plasma wielded bionics is not something you heard about Grendel** [23:20] <@BradGM> **Elana, how close are you getting? enough to see the wields?** [23:20] * @Ribonizer (~hehe@bas4-hull20-2925524606.dsl.bell.ca) Quit (Quit: Chichin ga puipui) [23:20] <+Grendel> "Its nothing I've herd of." [23:20] * +Elana reaches behind her back, her left hand reaching for the sheathed cutlass and drawing the blade with a quick motion. [23:20] <+Grendel> ((heard)) [23:20] <+Elana> ((slowly approaching it until someone or something stops me)) [23:21] * +Alaric steps tot he side, so he has clear line of fire around Elana for coverfire. [23:21] <@BradGM> **Elana, 5-6 meters away, you can see the wield marks on the bionic limbs.** [23:21] <+Elana> ((err, make that the right hand, I'm switching to a "proper" stance)) [23:21] <@BradGM> ((getting closer?)) [23:21] <+Elana> ((yep)) [23:22] <@BradGM> **Roll awareness, +10, since you're all on edge** [23:22] <@BradGM> ((just Elana)) [23:22] <+Elana> !perc 39 [23:22] <+DiceServitor> Elana rolls [ 39% (or Lower) : 04 40%, Fail ] [23:22] <+Elana> ((D:)) [23:22] <+Alaric> ((so close!)) [23:22] <+Mira_Atella> (( er what's awareness, just perception? )) [23:23] <+Grendel> ((half perception, unless you have the skill)) [23:23] <+Elana> ((it's a skill, but it uses perc as characteristic)) [23:23] <+Mira_Atella> (( is this something her visual bonus should go to? )) [23:23] <@BradGM> **You get closer, but nothing is happening. Nothing but the rambling of less righteous minds you suppose. You turn to sheath your cutlass when the mass of bionics comes to life and in one swift motion throw himself at you!** [23:24] <+Elana> ((hey, I would've poked it :P)) [23:24] * +Alaric fires. [23:24] <@BradGM> ((yeah well, right after that it jumps then)) [23:24] <@BradGM> ((wait)) [23:24] <@BradGM> ((it gets a free attack on Elana)) [23:25] <+Alaric> ((ok. just pointing out I did state I was doing covering fire )) [23:25] <+Elana> ((just see to it that you hit the enemy and not me :P)) [23:26] <@BradGM> **Elana, it tries to grab you!** [23:26] <@BradGM> !perc 40 [23:26] <+DiceServitor> BradGM rolls [ 40% (or Lower) : 12 1%, Success ] [23:26] <+Mira_Atella> (( Mira had her rifle on it too lol )) [23:26] <+Alaric> ((noted ;) )) [23:26] <+Elana> ((bastard dice D:)) [23:26] <@BradGM> **Elana, roll agility to evade the grapple!** [23:26] * +Elana stumbles back one, two steps as the heretek creature throws itself at her, cursing into the vox-link. [23:27] <+Elana> !perc 32 [23:27] <+DiceServitor> Elana rolls [ 32% (or Lower) : 04 53%, Fail ] [23:27] <@BradGM> ((nicklepoop!)) [23:27] <+Alaric> ((fate!)) [23:27] <+Elana> ((naah)) [23:28] <@BradGM> **The hulking mechanical creature grabs Sister Elana in it's metal hands! Elana, you can see 2 smaller arms appearing, both with mono scalpels on them!** [23:29] <@BradGM> ((aaannnd..not to cut it short..buuut..it's geting late.)) [23:29] <+Elana> "Warp-cursed creature...!" [23:29] <+Elana> ((d'awww!)) [23:29] <+Elana> ((always with the cliffhangers :P)) [23:29] <+Alaric> ((....)) [23:29] <@BradGM> ++++++++Terminate Transmission++++++++
 * [22:19] * +Elana keeps her position somewhat steady by using one hand to push against the metallic ceiling, pressing her boots to the ground. The vox crackles as she opens a channel. 1"I hope this is not a bad time to confess that I do not have experience with zero-gee operations so far."**
 * [22:19] <@BradGM> Ezo "This is were we part. Emperor protects. We should be back in 4 hours here; then we shall catch up with you to assist you."**
 * [22:20] * +Alaric nods and uses the comm. ~ Emperor protect you. See you then. ~**
 * [22:20] * +Alaric nods to Elana. "Nor have I."**
 * [22:20] * +Elana gives the cleric a quick nod. 1"May His Divine Emperor guide your path."**
 * [22:20] <@BradGM> Ezo "and may he guide your arm against It's foes."**
 * [22:21] <+Grendel> "The Omnissiah protects."**
 * [22:21] * +Elana brandishes her boltgun in response.**
 * [22:21] * +Mira_Atella moves towards the open door.**
 * [22:22] <@BradGM>** The ship lands inside the large hangar before Falcon and Balthazal disembark and proceed toward a console. The large doors slowly closes, before warning lights indicates that the pressure is stabilizing itself.
 * [22:22] * +Mira_Atella steps through the door and in to the hangar, looking around for anything that could be immediately dangerous.**
 * [22:23] * +Alaric steps up, awaiting his turn to move.**
 * [22:24] <@BradGM>** The hangar is dark, but your photo-visor doesn't make it a problem. There are obvious sings of repairs to numerous panels, patching jobs and that large items, perhaps crates, were deposited here.
 * [22:25] <@BradGM> ((it's not a meter wide door, it's a large sliding door made to drop troops fast, you can all go down into the hangar.))**
 * [22:26] * +Alaric steps through, dropping down to the hangar and attaching the boots to it quickly. He gets familiar with working the void suit and moving as quickly as possible.**
 * [22:27] * +Grendel slides over, moving carefully in the magnetic boots.**
 * [22:27] * +Lazerus_Grim follows Grendel out the door**
 * [22:28] * +Elana steadies herself in the flyer's door before beginning to float out of it, pushing herself off the craft as she readies the magnetic grapnel.**
 * [22:28] <@BradGM>** Elana, actually, as pressure stabilize, you slowly return to the ground.
 * [22:30] <@BradGM>** Falcon and Balthazal opens a door, covering it alot. They then enters and closes the door behind.
 * [22:30] <+Alaric> ((we have a rough (or good) map to where we _think_ we need to go?))**
 * [22:30] <@BradGM>** Alaric, you see the door leading to the passage one of the salvage team used to try to reach the pride of Terra.
 * [22:31] * +Alaric checks that everyone has landed before heading for the door, weapon at the ready.**
 * [22:32] <@BradGM> ((keeping in mind they went for 1km before turning back out of the approx. 5km to the ship.))**
 * [22:32] * +Grendel pulls out his dataslate, starting the map.**
 * [22:32] * +Mira_Atella brings the rifle around and holds it in her hands, following Alaric.**
 * [22:33] <+Alaric> ((if we have a better route to take, then we take it. ;) that's why I was studying the data))**
 * [22:33] * +Elana returns to the ground, thanking the Emperor for small favors and using her hands to get back up to a proper stance before proceeding. 1"Very well. Tech-Priest, are you able to ascertain a path for us?"**
 * [22:33] <@BradGM>** You advance toward the door. you discover with a calm demeanor that it is closed.
 * [22:33] <@BradGM>** Grendel, roll tech-use
 * [22:33] <+Alaric> ((afk a min))**
 * [22:34] <+Grendel> !per 53**
 * [22:34] <+Grendel> !perc 53**
 * [22:34] <+DiceServitor> Grendel rolls [ 53% (or Lower) : 04 98%, Fail ]**
 * [22:34] <@BradGM> ..**
 * [22:35] <@BradGM>** Grendel, your data-slade suddenly and unexpectedly catches fires!
 * [22:36] <@BradGM>** it's last answer sounded like it was jealous for some reason.
 * [22:37] * +Mira_Atella blinks at the sudden pyrotechnics display in Grendel's hands. "That's not something you see every day."**
 * [22:37] <@BradGM> ((lucky him he's on a space hulk thousands of kms away form any civilized planet.))**
 * [22:38] <+Elana> ((blame Chaos!))**
 * [22:38] * +Grendel mutters something, extinguishing the flames.**
 * [22:38] <+Alaric> ((....it catches fire...in space? DAMN))**
 * [22:38] <@BradGM> ((you can hear the pilot broadcasting what they see on the Imp. Navy frequency!))**
 * [22:39] <@BradGM> ((atmosphere is stable in the hangar.))**
 * [22:39] <+Mira_Atella> (( the room was pressurized, so unless the systems are out.. ))**
 * [22:39] <+Mira_Atella> (( what he said ))**
 * [22:39] <@BradGM> oh the forearm yeah**
 * [22:39] <@BradGM> ((oops))**
 * [22:39] <+Alaric> ((heh))**
 * [22:39] * +Elana pauses, looking at the Tech-Priest. 1"I assume we are lost?"**
 * [22:39] <@BradGM> ((ok so, the door is closed..))**
 * [22:40] * +Alaric frowns. "We just arrived. We are not lost. But if we cannot get this door opened, we will have to try for an alternate route."**
 * [22:40] * +Grendel sighs, muttering something about a machine spirit taken too far from home, putting it away to be reclaimed, before heading towards the door.**
 * [22:40] <@BradGM> ((and you do have other data-slade with the info on it))**
 * [22:41] <@BradGM> ((except if Grendel is the only one who's got his data-slade full of info with him))**
 * [22:41] <+Alaric> ((yes. hence me saying before about routes and where to go....))**
 * [22:41] <+Alaric> ((I have mine!))**
 * [22:41] <@BradGM> ((ok cool))**
 * [22:41] <+Elana> ((then do NOT give it to Grendel! :P))**
 * [22:41] <+Mira_Atella> (( I have one too ))**
 * [22:42] * +Grendel studies the door.**
 * [22:42] * +Elana eyes the bulkhead. 1"The melta-gel?"**
 * [22:42] <@BradGM>** Grendel, it is a bulkhead door, and it is locked from your side.
 * [22:43] * +Grendel looks for the controls, pulling out his multikey.**
 * [22:44] * +Mira_Atella continues to look around, her rifle at the ready, while they work on the door.**
 * [22:44] <@BradGM>** it is actually a manual opening door, with a large, rusty wheel on it. It will require elbow grease for that one.
 * [22:44] * +Grendel motions over the Sister of Battle. "I believe this is your area of expertise."**
 * [22:45] <+Alaric> ((manual labor ;) ))**
 * [22:45] * +Elana raises a brow, though this expression too remains concealed behind the helmet's visor. She steps closer, apparently eying the lock, then the rusty wheel. 1"Very well. I shall try."**
 * [22:45] <@BradGM> ((heh..saying like that, it's almost like Grendle is saying ok to melta-gelling the door))**
 * [22:46] <+Elana> ((or blow it up with XP ammo ;p))**
 * [22:47] <@BradGM>** Roll str!
 * [22:47] <+Alaric> ((let's hope not. explosive decompression is not your friend ;) ))**
 * [22:47] <@BradGM> ((don't forget that -4..oopps! you got a +10 with the armour..so don't forget that +6))**
 * [22:48] <@BradGM> ((hur hur))**
 * [22:48] * +Elana moves in front of the door, the bulky backpack of her armour coming dangerously close to the Tech-Priest if he does not move away. Extending her arms she goes for a firm grip on the wheel before stemming herself against the low-gravity ground. The servos give off a low whirring sound as they react to the Sister's intention.**
 * [22:48] <+Elana> !perc 38**
 * [22:48] <+DiceServitor> Elana rolls [ 38% (or Lower) : 12 8%, Success ]**
 * [22:48] <@BradGM> ((heh.))**
 * [22:49] <@BradGM>** The door opens up with little fuss or problem Elana.
 * [22:49] * +Elana moves back with the door, nodding to her comrades. 1"Proceed with caution."**
 * [22:50] <+Alaric> ((....shouldn't the lady in power armor go first? ;) ))**
 * [22:50] <+Elana> ((I would, but you're closer :P))**
 * [22:50] <+Alaric> ((am not. you're in the doorway! :) ))**
 * [22:51] <+Elana> ((does the door open up to our side or into whatever is behind, Brad?))**
 * [22:51] <@BradGM>** push door))
 * [23:16] <@BradGM> Rather than being individual bionics.**