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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.

Vulcan and plasma blastgun. Can't be relying on the infantry to fight the heavy armour :p

Vote Tally Plasma Blastgun : Turbo-Laser Destructor : Vulcan mega-bolter : I Inferno Gun: I Number of Players left to vote: 3

Vulcan Mega-Bolter and Inferno Gun.

Darius "Psi-Darius-XII to shuttle 12.A. Psi-Darius-XII to shuttle 12.A." The dead-voiced bianaric cant announcement blared from all eight corners of the giant training hold. Skitarii, Secutarii, and Myrmidons all paused briefly as their enhanced brains translated the message. Battle servitors and automata of the Legio Cybernetica did not, their loaded instructions set and unchangeable by a simple voice transmission. Darius brought his arc lance down and unleashed a blast of pure Motive Force into the training servitor. It shuddered and went limp, signaling a terminal kill for a baseline human opponent. The Secutarii Alpha deactivated the lance and marched from the sparring arena, sending a blurt of bianaric at the attendant-thralls to have them reset the servitor and arena for the next user. Moving quickly on steel legs, Darius collected his few extraneous possessions and headed toward the shuttle bay. The Omnissiah must have answered his prayers and assigned him to a new God-Engine and defender cohort. It was time to again fight for the glory of the Machine.

Rygel "The Machine-God made this universe, his perfect machine, the Great Work. He made us, and put us into it so we might flourish, and we do so by knowledge and the perfection of the Omnissiah. Each of us weak to test us, learning of knowledge to strengthen us, failure unique among sin that we can turn it into virtue when it drives us to succeed." Rygel looked up from his communion to the auger display of the shuttle. as it hurtled through space. Long had been his penance but not idle, and now he was called upon once more.

The Landing Field: The haphazard - and rather risky - charge, combined with the support fire, and the burly bulwark of a charging slab of Abhuman muscle, pays off. Jekyll's intention becomes evident as the soldiers close with the recidivists, since Jekyll had not ordered bayonets fixed, and as the Guardsmen kick, thump and club the enemy, the Garrison Sergeant Major can be seen gripping men by the arm and directing individuals. He wanted prisoners. Many of your shots go wild, but they help to corral the would-be insurgents. A satchel charge does go off in an act of sheer desperation, maybe even despair, but by then things look like they are slowing down. The impetus and advantage of surprise ebbs, and now the professionals' training and discipline proves it's worth. Some of the Severans are killed outright by close-range shots, others crunched by an Ogryn's fist, but several are subdued and pinned down, shouting profanities and derogatory dogma against the men and women now beating them. Jekyll chins a particularly gobby example, who has been giving orders. Instinct led the GSM to the head of the pack, and now he kicks the man in the crotch, and looks around. 'Medicae! Medicae! Get over here, we need this one alive!' With the leader disabled, and several of their number dead or subdued, the raiders break up, and scatter into the walls of the keep, of engineerium bunkers. The Guard follow them in, shooting first, disinfecting the hovels with grenades before following up. This pathetic protest is over. GM: This particular brawl is done, but you can hear the shooting and shouting carry on. Smoke rises from one of the anti-air turrets on the South bastion. It is difficult to see immediately what the Severans materially accomplished...

All you know is that you have received priority orders to board the shuttle from the Nostalgia for Infinity. So yes, lament away if you want. You may gleam once you are aboard that the ship is making multiple stops to pick up others (chatter of crew or some such) but circumstance will conspire to prevent you meeting them until the game start. The promotion to Princeps for Rygel is going to be in the opening briefing scene, so for now your character does not know.

Do any of the characters know they have been assigned a new titan or are they all currently lamenting the loss of their last post / waiting on confirmation for their first ?

Por With the Leftenant to his right, and slightly behind the troopers, and a sergeant herding the men to the left Por started a steady trot. As he build up moment he took a an moment to fix the bayonet to his Ripper gun, shooting while on the move was not great for accuracy, or as Jarrow had so often put it: “When you run you hit everything but the enemy”. As much as he wanted to shout as the line closed in, the enemy seemed not to have fully taken in the threat. No reason to give away an advantage.

What? Charge? What kind of idiot was this Sergeant? They had superior weapons and the enemy was already going down in droves. Why would they give up their advantage at range and go in close where the foe could use knives… or blow everyone to hell together with those satchel IED's? Cal wasn't stupid enough to risk ignoring the order altogether - that was a good way to end up in front of a firing squad yourself! - but he wasn't going to drop his gun and charge in like an animal either. “Roly, move and fire! Flank them, support the charge!” Then he dashed out from behind the crates, moving around what was left of the rebels without actually getting any closer and firing his lasgun wildly. Comrade Orders: Move, Ranged Volley Cal Actions: Half Move SAB: BaS43 +10(Short) +5(Ranged Volley) = 58, Roll: 79, Miss!

Passage from the Memoir of Fleet Sub Admiral Konstantyn ‘Gunless’ Colerum: The Deployment that earned him his moniker. I have to say it felt good to be out of dock again, despite my misgivings at Dou Gryph order to depart before the gunnery deck refit that had brought us here in the first place. The Senior Shipwright had been confident that it would only be another two months, then again he had also said that five months earlier when we had docked. Moral however was good. To have something to do again was more of a tonic to the crew then yet another round of shore leave. Especially when coin had all been spent some month ago and there was not much one could do off ship that was cheap. No, I lie, even here in the recounting; I was Furious at the orders, High Princeps Felka was putting the entire ship at risk sending it out without armaments. She and the fool Gryph had turned my Nostalgia for Infinity into glorified shuttle, running round the subsector to picking up Strays. A quarter of the ship was inaccessible with the gutted gunnery deck being open to the void. Despite the House Autokratoris (what do they know, they work on puny Titan, not proper Ships, even one as small as mine) and our own Tech-Priest reassurance that they had gone round and reinforced the seals I was sorely tempted to refuse the Orders and face a tribunal, I may have been a bit rash in my middle age, but even now the situation galls me and it is only by the Emperors grace and good fortune that the voyage was not our end. Players, feel free to do any introductory posts you want for your characters. Please bear in mind the following: At the start of this narrative you are without a crew (or in Lord_Ikka’s case without a Secutarii squad to Lead), either because you were injured in the recent past (all physical injuries are healed by game start) or the crew you were part of were injured or killed and/or the titan you served with was damaged/killed/otherwise unavailable for you to continue in your previous posting. You have not meet the other player characters prior to boarding the Nostalgia for Infinity, though you may have heard of them by reputation. Your post should either end with you boarding a shuttle to be taken up to the Nostalgia for Infinity, or shortly after boarding and being shown to some small quarter aboard ship. Captain Konstantyn Colerum, if you want to have a scene with him, is not in a good mood with the High Princepts’ order, but he will be professional in his conduct with House of Tarakam personnel such as yourself.

Yes, character is down to one background and 0 xp remaining.

The Landing Fields: The fusillades coming in left and right topple the assailants like ninepins. Brave to the point of foolhardy, for their cause, the Severans die. It is quite a significant coup for them to have even managed this in the heart of the enemy bastion, and perhaps it has done nothing much to the inexhaustible materiel of the Imperium, but the Dominate is canny indeed, and what it cannot make up for with flesh and lasbolts, it more than makes up for in psychological damage. A few Valkyries is nothing, but the air of paranoia and suspicion which is held at every rank in the guard will now ratchet up a notch. Heads will roll, maybe better ones than order it, but that is in the future, and too far up the food chain for you now. Gunning down the enemy from both flanks, the Imperials march behind the walker clutching the barricade. Jekyll is beneath it, grinning and bawling. 'Good thinking, pilot! I must remember your initiative!' He gathers the men about him, and launches out from behind the armoured plodder. 'CHARGE!' Across the landing fields, and the Miradoran bivouac, Lieutenant Saavedra drops into Por's fighting position. He pats the giant Orgryn soldier on the burly muslces of his left arm. 'Good work, Pridbor. Can always count on you.' He draws his bolt pistol and chainsword. 'Shall we join the Sergeant Major? Alright men, stay close to me and Pridbor, and try not to trip over your own feet! Charge!' GM: Resolve melee or ranged attacks as you prefer, but one way or another this will finish them off. I will tot up the Mag Dam inflicted here and also do some BTS rolling to determine how much damage this attack has cost the Imperium.

Update and housekeeping... I will do another story post this weekend, after which players can make their character introductory posts. Game will officially start next weekend. I will generate a NPC Tech Priest for the Crew this weekend as no more interest players have joined us. This will be a fully made character and Sheet will be up in the google doc folder, that way if we have a later joiner they cna tka over the NPC. Titan Weapon, while I have an idea for the story what weapons your titan will be armed with I am going to leave it to all of you to vote for what you want to have. The options are: Plasma Blastgun Turbo-Laser Destructor Vulcan mega-bolter Inferno Gun You can have any two in any combination, including having both arms have the same weapon. Do note however that both the Plasma Blastgun and Turbo-Laser Destructor are Power Drawing and if you have two power drawing weapons when you fire the second in the same turn it raise the reactor level one step. @Malice Jr., I sent you a PM about getting you access to the character sheets. Do you need help with character creation? @A.T. – you were playing around with a few ideas for you character, have you had time to finalise them? Everybody else good?

Por Several soldiers gathered nearby, making use of the cover and the Ogryn to organise themselves. Por glanced at them for a moment, noted Fifth Platoon insignia and a mishmash of squad markings, he knew a few by sight he thought. His attention however was still on trying to locate the enemy amongst the confusion. Someone taped him on the back as the temporary squad formed up and, taking positions as a sergeant gave out orders. The tap, Por did not need to turn around to know Jarrow was covering his blind spot. To the left several guardsmen raised their lasguns in the same direction, they had spotted something. Shifting to bring the Ripper to bear in the same direction Por took in the scene, yes there, armed little men moving unsoldiery like, but more organised than the general milling that was all around. Best to wait for an order from whichever sergeant had taken command here.

No sweat, this is just a little burble through the wasteland anyway - when Mojake returns he'll be doing it for real, and you'll get to Ratling your Ratling in the Ratling-est way possible. Hope everything perks up for you in the interim!

Hi all, won't be able to join this game at the moment with work and my health issues keeping my hands full.

Rockatansky If the attackers had any sense it would not be the landing fields but the supplies that were their true target, promethium and ammunition that would normally be guarded but at a time like this who could tell if the posts had stood firm. As the sentinel moved the barricade it carried drew a second benefit as guardsmen seeking shelter ducked in behind it as they might an advancing tank, perhaps they would be less eager if they knew where he was headed.

Cal nodded to Roly, doing his best to stay calm even as his heart began to race. “Ignore the ones at the back. Stop the closest ones from reaching the valks.” He followed his own advice, spotting another scruffy rebel armed with a bag move towards one of the transports, and fired another quick burst of semi-auto las fire at the man's back. Comrade Orders: Ranged Volley Cal Actions: Half Aim SAB: BaS43 +10(Short) +10(Aim) +5(Ranged Volley) = 68, Roll: 50, Hit with 1DoS Lasgun Barrage grants +1DoS to a successful Hit = 2DoS, so 1 additional hit Dam 1d10+3 Pen0 1: (9)+3 = 12 2: (2)+3 = 5

The Landing Fields: As you advance to close action with the enemy, you get a better picture of what is happening. It is not an organised force, but small skirmish pockets of insurgents who must have infiltrated the base in the guise of workers, or perhaps killed the real workers when they left the bastion for whatever reason. Whilst disjointed, it becomes clear they have a single objective per unit, and mean to execute it at the cost of their lives in order to preserve the Dominate. They fall as you cut them down, the Recidivists buying time for their comrades with desperate charges, gambits and loose volleys of covering fire. They are not exceptionally well trained - but their motivation is superior. As they fall their comrades return fire, dropping the soldiers unlucky or foolhardy enough to find cover in time. Above the landing fields, Valkyries and Transporters desperately swerve; 'waved off' by the controllers and landing crew left standing, perilously wielding nothing but lumen-beacons to guide the pilots. These too are gunned down in turn, the enemy armed with captured M36 lasguns and a medley of shotguns and single-action slugthrower rifles. The initial Imperial panic is dying down as the threat is gauged, but even then, another Valkyrie goes up from a lunatic mistiming his demo charge, and blowing himself, and the assault carrier all to hell in another violent crunch of noise and fire. More of the insurgents dart forward with big satchels, and whilst the door-gunners in the Valkyries cannot get an angle, they are shot in turn.