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Can't be a cult. We're still in the discussion phase over colour and style of robe.

I really regret that the icon size limitations prevented the Nook from just having “Totally not a Cult” as an icon

Gentlemen and Cabalists, This man needs your help. I prithee attend to his query, and bring another into our fold of...er...folding. Or sommat.

Tion "At once, Princeps." Tion scrambled to the cogitator terminal near the door. Coaxing the machine spirit to action, he entreated it to report the ship's status and any sensor readings of immaterium breaches.

Rygel "The Etherium it not yet truly breached, the wall thins but holds. We must find the first tear and seal it before this corruption takes root in the blessed machinery". Drawing his blade he motioned to the moderatii, "Interface with the vessel and hunt the traces of this ill that our path may be illuminated".

Darius "Warp-craft. Princeps, Moderatii, behind me. Engage at range, I will defend." Arc lance charged and mag-inverter shield held upright, Darius moved towards the daemonic creature. He discharged the lance into the monstrous face.

Understandable, but if you have a scene in mind I’d say go ahead, might give the other players something to build on.

Didn't want to double post before the other players...

No sooner had the Princeps spoken that the entire room lurched sideways. Loose object flew and scattered against the stern wall and several of you lost your footing in this sudden quake. Further alarms rose and fell in a discordant choir. As you regain your footing a Armsman enters, looks you all over briefly and noting no injuries orders you to stay put and not to try and traverse the ship until the all clear has been sounded. Then he was gone again, door sealed with a clunk behind him, though not locked. More running feet in the corridor beyond. A pop of pressure, as if you had just ridden a great spire elevator from root to the heavens, draws your attention. There, near the stern wall, a shimmer of a red devil, elongated skull and horns all too inhuman. A tongue slivers out to taste the air. As yet it is a spectre, translucent, and yet it snarls and swings its blade. It does not reach you but you feel the forge heat. On the back stork it clips the corner of a metal crate, the brief contact imparting a bright orange glow to the crate that swiftly cools to duller shade. Structure Time Light Normal turn action allotment per player, but no need for initiatives.

Rygel The test begins, for the Omnissiah would not bestow such and honour without trials in equal measure. Standing amongst the moderatii he considered this his first command. "We shall defend the ship, and see that none might reach the god engine before our ordained arrival."

Rockatansky It looked like some of the unit had already formed up, likely in proximity after the landing. Aside from vision the armoured, elevated position provided some protection from snipers and the task of searching the corpses for the quartermaster. It was doubtful that these events would be considered an excuse for not reaching the rally point on time but there was no great rush to reach it early either.

Por ‘Had he missed an order?’ Por wondered, none of the others had fixed bayonets. Seeing prisoners being taken Por looked at the dead insurgent at his feet. The man had dodged under the bayonet thrust, only to be clipped by the rippers guns bulky magazine box, knocking the man flat. While he had not heard the crunch Por had learned that necks did not tend to have such angle to them. He still prodded the man to make sure that dead was dead. Por retrived his bayonet from the gun mount and was about to sheath it when the call for the Medica went up. It was that Officer again, Jekyll, despite the bellow the voice did not carry far over the din of battle as the fleeing insurgents were perused. Spotting Doc and the others of the squad nearby Por started towards them. “Doc, Doc. Medicae needed over there.” He called out as he got closer, pointing back towards the Garrison Commander.

While you were never invited to dine with the Captain again he did assign a small conference room for your use. Really it was just a store rooms that had a table and some crates moved in as chairs, but it was out of the way of a busy crew who had no time for you and gathering there was better than lying in your bank all day. There was even cogitator terminal near the door, initially just connected to ships stores and inventory it was not hard to work out how to coax other data out of it. Just shy of four days later, while some of you were gathered there, the transition warning klaxon sounded, but before you could even prepare yourself the ship lurched back into the real. Even as one klaxon subsided the battle station call sounded, and in the distance you could hear more localised sirens denoting other issues, though you could not discern if it was as serious as hull breaches or fires, or just call for medics from tumbles and other minor injuries.

Darius Weeks to go on the transport and then a possible squabble over a newly found God-Engine with a newly raised Princeps. Hmm. Not the most auspicious beginnings to a new posting. Darius was born and raised to be a Secutarii; his body and mind augmented to fight beyond baseline human limits and to defend the sacred engines of war. It was not his place to argue or make diplomatic gestures. He would do his duty and protect the crew and the Titan. He quietly sipped a glass of water, not needing sustenance beyond the synth-carboprotein mixture his armor inloaded into his body. Keeping quiet and observing the crew for the new engine he served would be the most useful course of action.

Captain Colerum paused mid bite, looked across at one of the officers and with his free hand motioned them to speak, then continued that private war with the pseudomeat on his fork that had had his attention moments before. “Second Officer Iot Dodd, Sirs, we are en route for Elysia, a journey expected to take 5 to 8 days depending on the currents. Our Navigator, The Lady Inga jor Shiam, estimates that form there it will be between 2 and a half and 7 weeks based on the charts in her possession and the general stellar navigation data our cogitator banks have for that sub-sector. Neither she nor this ship have ever been there, and so in addition to the usual caveat with travel through the Immaterium we simply do not know how accurate, recent or reliable the charts are. Given the general stability of the trade routes in and around Elysia ...” “In other words, no less than a month, perhaps two, less only if the Emperor smiled upon you.” Interjected Captain Colerum, before second Officer Dodd could spring into full lecture mode.

Tion His head was swimming, perhaps he had sipped the proffered amasec too quickly congratulating the new Princeps. He had suspected that his movement from medical was to place him somewhere quietly away from the controls of another titan. But to his widening surprise, it seemed he was being given another chance. He desperately needed answers. Leaning in to catch the Captain's attention, he practically blurted, "When can we expect to make translation into the Erantium XCIV system?" He looked around the table hoping to find the eagerness he felt in the eyes of the other diners.

Drawing the blade from the scabbard Captain Colerum admired it for a moment before intoning the ritualised words, his voice slow and steady, and ever so slightly hesitant in places. Clearly reciting from memory, how long had he practised them earlier that day? When all was said and done the Captain held out the blade hilt first to Princeps Rygel. “Forged from the bones of Tarakam itself, from the lower left shin plate according to the seal of provenance, you now carry a part of the foundation of the House, bear it with honour and glory for the Omnissiah.” Not long after crew arrived with a series of platters, some steaming. A fair number of ships officers filled in and took to the empty seats, the awaited dinner was about to start. The food itself was the same fair you had eaten in the crew mess, just presented on fancier plates, and with Amasec to wash it down instead of beer.

Rygel "Hail spirit of the machine, essence divine, in your code and circuitry the stars align" Rygel stood, the honour of rank was unexpected but the wisdom of a High Princeps could not be questioned. He had not prepared for the ritual of advancement and to break with ritual was to break with faith. Lowering his head towards the offered blade, "The Quest for Knowledge is our sacred task. Ours is not to understand or question, ours is to possess, to reclaim, to seize. Ours is the logic and the power" The Vows Acquisitorius, Verse One of...

The warning klaxon went silent; the Nostalgia for Infinity had transitioned into the Immaterium. The Gellerfiled held. The ship was secure and now riding the weird currents of this other real, the Navigator had the helm. The Captains duty lessened until she was back in the real. For you the transition was unnoticeable, klaxon aside, in the temporary bunk you had been assigned deep in the bowls of the ship. While not actually confined to quarter you could take the hint. It was not safe to wonder, large section of the ship either restricted or totally closed off. In those parts you could walk the crew did not welcome you, despite your status within the House of Tarakam. You were but cargo to them, and cargo did not go for walks. The polite knock therefore came as a surprise. A midshipman waited for you to acknowledge their presence. “Captain Colerum bids thee to table this evening, Sir.” The Message delivered the midshipmen turned and swiftly departed. Not waiting for a response. The request had been an order in all but name. So far you had only been in the crew’s mess for meals, to eat by yourself between shifts. This would be a more formal affair, dinner in the officer’s mess. Better see that the dress uniform was not too rumpled. --- It was a different midshipman that appeared later to lead you through the ship. For such a small ship it took a long time to reach your destination, and several more sets of stairs than felt strictly necessary. At the door your guide stepped aside, motioned for you to enter and a duty done a salute before leaving. Inside it was more cramped then you might have expected, certainly more so than any similar space you might have encountered aboard other ships. Another look around the room made it clear that this was just not the officer mess, but also a briefing room, lounge and many a other function dictated by need. The table was not set, but off to one side you could see a crewmember preparing. Two seats were already filled. The first an Autokratoris of the House to go by the colour and icons on his robes and finely augmented arms. A Mechadendrite reached for a glass of Amasec. Even when taking a sip the face remained shrouded by the priest’s cowl. The other figure was tall and lithe, easily a head taller than the first, yet utterly dwarfed by the Autokratoris’ bulk. No obvious augmentation and dressed in House colours, with only a small icon proclaiming the duel allegiance to Mars as well as House. The seats fill one by one until there were three of you bearing the honours of the Moderati on their uniform, and the last to take their place at the table bore the plate of the Secutarii. It is only now that Captain Colerum enters from a side room, for a moment you get a glance at his wardroom, as everything else it is small, cramped, and yet spacious compared to where you have been quartered. “I trust I need to introduction, but please for your fellow guest.” The Autokratoris stood, bowed to the assembled and emitted an information dense binaric screech. “What my colleague meant to say,” the other figure begun as he rose, revealing that he was even taller and thinner than he had looked while seated, “is that Titanwright Claude At’las thanks our Captain for his hospitality, and uttered a short prayer for the Omnissiah’s benediction for all assembled.” “I am Godenginseer Taw-Samek, at your service.” So spoken the figure folded back into their seat, almost sinking so as to not loom. Once you have each spoken in turn Captain Colerum cleared his throat. “We have one more speaker who will need no introduction.” As he spoke a holographic display flickered to life. You all recognise High Princeps Felka, more by the singular badge of office pined to her uniform then any personal acquaintance. “At ease,” she starts before any of you can begin to stand to attention, and it is about now that you each realise that the fragments of background at the end of the hologram are not some stateroom or office, it is the inside of the command deck of a Warmaster. “I’ll be brief, you have been gathered for a special mission for our House. On the world of Erantim XCIV, in the hinterlands of the continent of...” there is a slight hesitation before she continues and if you pay close attention you can see her eyes flicker to something on her right, “Ur there has been a Archeotech find initial analysis indicates is a fallen God-Engine. If the find proves to be an Engine you are to claim it for our House.” As she spoke a holographic projection of Erantim XCIV appeared, zooming in on a landmass in the southern hemisphere, one of several similar sized landmasses scattered admits a world spanning ocean. “I have, through a mutual party, been in contact with Archmagos Bascule of Elysium Forgeworld, who’s vassal made the initial find. The Archmagos has assured us that if it is a Titan and it can be revived he will support our claim to it. Be vary though, even with such proffered support their will be other claimants to such a prize.” “In addition to those present our Lord Muster of the Household had selected a Princepts of considerable experience to lead this mission, however the vagaries of war spoke otherwise and at Delch Norrington recommendation I hereby raise Moderatus Rygel XVI to temporary Princeps for this mission. Konstantyn, if you would.” The hologram flickers out. An Armsmen that had been standing a little behind the Captain stepped forward, holding at the ready a ceremonial Sabre for the Captain to present to the newly risen Princeps.

Hastus. Adept Hastus. Everything was in good working order and he was travelling in the Shuttle to the destination. He re-read the triplicate forms as a matter of rote as it calmed him and brought order to his mind. Perhaps? Such a hopeful word. He had pushed the enquiry. It had been filled, stamped and indexed. He had been briefed, debriefed. Everybody was numbered.

So about that, looking more like another week... sorry.

Plasma also does by far the most magnitude damage to hordes unless you have a BS 100 character firing the vulcan at point blank - arguably a plasma/turbo combination is best but sometimes you want to be able to shoot stuff at your feet without shooting your own foot off as well :p (also the vulcan is the only weapon that can be used to shoot up a fortified position without immolating and/or annihilating said position)

Depends- Plasma is an all-arounder, turbo-laser is pretty focused on a single unit/target but has a lot more killing power. As a Warhound, we aren't really focused on killing other Titans without support, but we can put a hurt on them and destroy incidental targets along the way. I think versatility is more useful than pure power. My vote is plasma blastgun.

Vote Tally Plasma Blastgun : I Turbo-Laser Destructor : I Vulcan mega-bolter : I I I Inferno Gun: I Number of Players left to vote: 1 - @Lord_Ikka, whever you have a moment, looks like you will be the decide on the secondery after Vulcan Mega Bolter

Vulcan for sure. But I'm thinking Turbo Laser Destructor.