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We went for a little trip to my parents' place, and my dice bag has disappeared into a black hole. No one claims they moved it, but it ain't where I left it, so I'm not making any rolls for those search tests any time soon. If someone else would be so kind as to roll a few out for me?

Yes to both. EDIT: Once the last charges are placed, and Obi finds the hickory stick, I'll move the Marines on. We'll also look at trying to push the Mortals on as well, and we can clear the decks for the planet 'assault'. @Machine God what are these bloody sigils you're daubing? Mech? Khorne? Once the 'Mutiny on Bounty' Operation is concluded, we wrap Part 2.

Can one of the Armsmen give assistance to my search? And for clarity, do I still get the autosenses/heightened senses bonuses on these tests?

@Mazer Rackham - S.E.R.E was developed by the UK and is taught as a subject part of M.A.T.T.S within the British Army.

Bounty: Atesh: Pursuit is not immediate as you scarper and scamper away from the hospital. It is not long before you are in the environs of the forest. From the treeline, you have a good view of the building, and the dust plumes of vehicles being laagered and of course the pulsating blossom of smoke from the fire you lit. You have the chance to patch yourself up, and it would be best to do it quickly and move on - but to what end? Where does the Great Crow guide your flight now? GM: I am unsure when you last ate, drank or slept, so we will say that you found a small water fount in a shrine and maybe had an hour in the shade on the road. However, pursuit is about to begin, and there may be few stops. You are carrying your immediate equipment - sterile of all the dark gods' iconography, and your disguise is as about as much use here as a chocolate toasting fork. If you know what SERE is, welcome to the suck.

@Xin Ceithan https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/383296-bc-the-blackest-heart-part-ii-ic/page/55/#findComment-6163354

+There's nothing out there sir, but Jack and junk, and I think we just watched Jack getting thrown into the planet. There's nothing here but the rig, my lord.+ And a PC World / Electrical Retail facility

Kraggan The walk across the bloody floor was quick, he'd then placed the fifth Demolition Charge on the dexter side of the wall of the arm holding the Central Hub to Hub Bravo. It affixed as usual in its combination hold of base magnets and crushed glue gel strips. He then worked on the mechanism. After the device had been primed, he'd painted a symbol on the wall of the Central Hub in blood. Together with Varne they traversed via fixed line to Hub B. ++Fifth Charge set and primed on Central Hub. Now returning to Hub Bravo++

I am going to give it a few more days (say till about Fridayish) as I asume that with Easter (and school holiday if aplicable) Mike Zulu (and other plays as well, but it is his turn first) is just busy. After that I will Autopilot as needed to get the turns flowing again.

Razor - Bridge: +There's nothing out there sir, but Jack and junk, and I think we just watched Jack getting thrown into the planet. There's nothing here but the rig, my lord.+ Xerxes: GM: Give me a ballpark what you're after in particular via the OOC or by PM, please @A.T. so I can sort you out.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MsQYzpOHpik Groovy!

Xerxes: The power of the blast came as a surprise, recent alterations should not have been as effective... the miscalculation was unsettling and would require investigation at a more prudent time. Scurrying out from his robes Ephialtes grasped up the head and pulled it tight back against the body as the parasite-construct integrated with the recently fallen depot master. Ligature oils would hide the smell well enough but he had not banked on the colour of the robes and would need to hope Grenz was not frugle with his atire. The repulsor transit would make matters simplier though its grav-systems had caught his eye since first arrival. Beside him the corpse lurched back to its feet as Ephialtes did his work, more than enough time to ensure nothing untowards might be recorded should the local pict-net be unsecured. And now to explore the breadth and spoils of his new domain.

Hagga: Rykaz entered the airlock to board the Razor's Edge, his hands quickly loosening the deadline that tied Eska to his belt. It felt surprisingly good to get back on the little ship. Hagga realised that the Iconoclast had a good feeling to it, a sense or portent of glory that the Dredge had never held. A lesser Deck Officer, one of Imjin's lieutenants, handed him a dataslate. Reviewing it, Hagga was pleased. The huge fuel tanks had been tagged and ejected, and now floated in high orbit awaiting collection. Most of what the other salvage teams had found had now been brought aboard. However, there were still issues to be dealt with. ++All teams still aboard the platform, be warned; four devices are now ready, two left to set. Time for salvage work is running out. Begin making your way back to the docking arm.++ From what he had heard, the Magos had done a good job. The explosives were ready at arms C and A, so just the ones on arm B to go - those were most important, though, as they would sever and sink the factory Block along with all its derricks and refineries. He frowned. What was happening with the transmission Obadiah had reported? Within the hangar bay, wasn't it? An odd situation. A low frequency, long range radio signal? It would take years to reach the next nearest system. ++Bridge++ he voxed, ++this is Rykaz. Mister Urkash, can augurs find anything in this system that might be receiving that transmission? If someone is talking, that’s one thing... but if someone is around to listen, that's an even bigger problem. ++

Xerxes: Grenz's head pops off his neck in a flash of sparks and quick slap of blood-clotted oil. Seared meat, burned hair and superheated electronic plasteks, cyanide smoke from smouldering robes, and the palette charming frisson of flash-cauterised bone marrow add to the pungent stink. Grenz lies there burning, his long vigil over in a cruel bout of murderous cowardice. You are master of this depot. Congratulations on your promotion. GM: You boys are gonna wear out that Corruption Track, yes, sir!

Xerxes: The fatal mistake was not trust but surrender. Decades, perhaps centuries of drudgery and no attempt to escape or rise above. Like the servitors here the techpriest had died long ago in any way by which true life could be defined. Xerxes raised his arms as implants surged with power. No doubt Grenz would register the change but the time to escape had already passed him by.

Platform Opal: Mourn: You do not come across any kind of official shrine to either the Emperor, or the Mechanicum, although the Aquila and the Opus do feature on several doors, pipes, mechanisms, bolts, rivets, tools, deckplates, firefighting alcoves and the rebreathers, uniforms, tools and belt buckles therein. As a Legionnaire of the old world, give or take a millennium, the dual worship may not be new, but is certainly....overbearing. Perhaps it is only fitting, considering that almost every other spot without one of the aforementioned devices has a skull on it. It is fitting, and therefore rather different to find something more artisan than art. A small, amateur painted mural stretches down the length of the strut in which you saunter, sword drawn. It is obviously the work of one hand, or pair of hands, and just as much it is painted on a surface which a puddle of light from a stab-lamp or helmet-bulb could spill onto impromptu canvas. It tells of long days gone, of the exodus from a planet, out to the stars, with only the hand tools that a man could carry, telling the story of industrialisation, of the coming of a terrible rise of the machine. Some of the glyphs there look esoteric, alien, squares and circles, roundels and rectangles. The story is crudely rendered, even by the matchstick swatch standards of the 'great' Albrecht Mysen Von Katterburg, a renowned oil-dauber from the 19th Millennium, his works retained in deep storage on Chemos, buried in the Apocrypha Vault discovered by Primarch Fulgrim the Magnificent in his early days of Vision. It is this humility of the work, which must have taken many years of careful husbanding of paint and oils that perhaps retells your own escape from drudge, from the misery of execution, of the stories told by other Legionaries of the IIIrd. It perhaps is a pastiche of your current predicament, a beginning from almost nothing, aspiring to dizzying heights of conquest and mystery. Or maybe you'll end up being tossed over the side to your doom by some random toss of a dice by the wilful swipe of the Lords of Old Night. Apart from your ruminations and introspection, there is nothing more to entertain you here, save perhaps the strange glance of a one-eyed teddy bear, his other button-ocular pulled out to hand down on tangled threads on a careworn stomach, thin from the hands of lots of little ones, and now only the caress and predations of moths. This place of dripping water from under-taut bolts in pipes, and slight dankness which is scoured away only by exposure to hard vacuum in shift changeover, is a forgotten vale, a lost place, and there lurks only the mundanity of slop-drudgery and the cyclopean stare of a long-loved and abandoned toy. There is nothing for you here. Maybe that is all you deserve. 'There is nothing for you here, Acchiersum...' the dark whispers in the voice of your fellow comrades. 'Just those you left behind to die....' Traitor. Traitor. Traitor.

Throw in a link to the relevant page and I‘ll see what I can do!

Far too kind for my scribbling sirrah, but many thanks to you. No tests needed, you're meandering through the blocks and conduits, so it's more of a 'you happen upon' than anything hidden. You'll be hooked into the vox network, but it depends on how far away from the Razor you are. If you're malingering in B Block, you'll have comms. Any further and all you'll get is static or Jazz FM.

A wee bit late, but wanted to say @Mazer Rackham's writing on the fire and the evacuation was really evocative. Black Library is missing out. Been a bit delayed with my post, sorry. Just was thinking what to do and have been busy with real life commitments (Boo!). Do I need to roll any skill checks to search the shrine? Also, would Acchiersum have a direct vox link to the bridge?

Acchiersum Mourn Acchiersum was bored. The station had yielded some weaponry and a terrified crewman, who Varne had literally disposed. A flair for the dramatic was inevitable with some Space Marines, not that it was a bad thing. Some entertainment would always be welcome. Sword drawn, he started searching for a shrine to the Emperor, or the closest thing to it on this station. He had no particular taste for despoiling Imperial sacred places, unlike some of the warriors he had known in the past, but perhaps there would be something interesting there.

Atesh Sapik: Atesh mentally thanked the Changer of Ways for this shift in his fortunes, and quietly scarpered north for the woodsy cover. Once there, he'd have time to see if he could dress his wound at all and figure out next steps.

THAT'S TELEKINESIS, KYLE!!! I edited that phrase out of one of my posts last night. The fact that this came up again.....The Changer smiles.

Bounty: Xerxes: Grenz turns away, filled and reassured by your confidence and competence...the picters and augury hisses with interruption.

Xerxes: Turning from the displays Xerxes moved closer to Grenz, attending a new station "+Assessing integrity of relay systems against forced intrusion+" He inclined his head towards the magos but did not pause for permission as he acted, "+Caution Minoris. Observe junction readings. Ensure power containment+" A system reset would have been cleaner but difficult to explain, and Grenz clearly had some degree of pride in his work given the effort of setting additional bypasses and alterations beyond normal specifications. With luck his attention would be drawn to ensuring that the diagnostic comm spike did not spill over onto adjacent systems... after all it would be more difficult to hide blast damage to the chest than to the back.

Hangar Bay: Obadiah: The armsmen spread out as instructed, moving carefully, covering each other. You detect no-one at all inside. Even the servitors hard-wired into defence weapons are are on standby mode and still. No gun cocks, no trigger snaps. It's clear. In your ear, through your helm's audio relays, not the vox, the Augurman reports. 'Nothing external, sir.' You hear him shuffle to just outside the door. 'It is in here, somewhere.' GM: The bomber is a little bigger than you think - it's closer to a Thunderhawk in size and would be a suitable, if not purpose-built (it could be refitted) gun or dropship for the full Marine complement plus equipment and/or Armsmen support. It has decent armour, since it needs to stand up to fighters, but obviously would need more work to be atmosphere-capable. GM: Unfortunately, you are going to have to make Search tests, which involve you opening lockers, searching carefully and assessing what you find therein. It tests on Awareness (Per) as normal. You will have to Search by sections, breaking the narrative into one Awareness Test per Section. there are 5 Sections where something could be hidden. The rest is either obviously unblemished (crash couches, welded steel panel work, etc etc), too obvious, or inaccessible anyway. GM: I will randomly determine where the object is. Due to the item's size, all Search tests are Arduous (-40). You may benefit from Assistance to a maximum of 1 Assist per Test. If you flood the Bomber with people, there will be too much disturbance (too many cooks). GM: Therefore, the sections are: Cockpit (only need one test) Pilot, Navigator stations. Bomb Bay Avionics Control Augur Station and pulpit PDC and Weapons hardpoints (only need one test) x 4 hardpoints. GM: You may commence when ready.