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Elvrit:


Elvrit Parries Servitor Attack:
WS56 +10(Hulking) +10(Hatred) +10(Balanced) = 86, Roll: 39, Success!

 

Not sure if I should Roll for sword's Power Field to destroy the weapon? Roll: 88 :sigh: nope!

 

Counter-Attack attempt:
WS56 +10(Hulking) +10(Hatred) -20(Counter-Attack) = 56, Roll: 32
Hit on (32=23) Left Arm
Dodge Used
Power Sword Dam: 1d10(6) +6 +2(Crushing Blow) +12(SB) +2(IH Solo) = 28 at Pen6


The Servitor's mechanical arm descended with incredible force, but its movements were obvious, working to some pre-programmed pattern of attacks, and therefore predictable. Deftly Elvrit allowed the hammer blow to slide along the flat of his sword, guiding it just off target by a matter of inches so that it smashed into the deck. At the same time, Hvass lanced upwards, its tip biting into the meat of the abhuman's shoulder and slicing free with a sudden spray of crimson.

 

 

 

 

Third Round Actions added:
Elvrit Charges Ogryn Servitor already Engaged with Hadrian
WS56 +10(Charge) +10(Hulking) +10(Ganging Up) = 86, Roll: 75, Hit on (75=57) Body

 

Dam 1d10(1!) +6 +2(Crushing Blow) +12(SB) = 21 at Pen6

 

The Servitor collapsed, oil and blood still leaking from the gaping wounds Hvass had inflicted.

Without taking a pause, Elvrit turned to attack the last two constructs.

 

Hadad skillfully evaded the first, leaving it exposed to be targeted at range, so the Breacher chose not to undo the Devastator's work by lumbering into the line of fire.

 

Instead, he moved closer to the half-machine that had attacked the Salamander. Its first blow went wide, unbalancing it, so Elvrit took the opportunity to get behind it and jab his sword into its back. A dishonourable tactic in some opinions, he was sure, but his Legion had ever been of a more pragmatic nature.

 

 

Edited by Lysimachus

Arazakiel

 

Blades and bolter shells flashed back and forth through the corridor as Arazakiel adjusted his sights unhurried to launch a second plasma bolt at the armoured foe, little more than target drones in his estimation.

 

Still the master of this ship remained hidden and silent despite the futility of the situation. Was it an intellect that plotted against them or did the lifeless nature of this ship extend even to its command.

 

Half action aim to complete the half aim from the prior round, half action single shot at the un-engaged heavy servitor.

BS59+20(aim)+10(accurate)+10(short range) = target 99

Roll: 49 = hit, six DoS

Damage: 3d10+16 E 10  = 2+3+9+16  = 30, Pen 10

The Basilisk

 

OOC: I'm very sorry for the delay in posting this up!

 

Hadrian contemptuously side-stepped the telegraphed blow from the hulking servitor and drew his power axe to respond in kind with a rumbling growl. The dread blade erupted into flame as soon as it touched the techmarine’s hand and it carved a burning arc between him and the lobotomized cyborg.

 

+Unfit for service!+

 

 

Half Action: Aim

Half Action: Standard Attack (Flame)

WS42 + 10 (aim) = 52

D100: 22; 3 DoS

Hit Location: Left Arm

 

Power Axe Damage: 1D10 + 8 + 12 (SB), Pen 7, Power Field, Unbalanced, Flame

6 (D10) + 8 + 12 = 26E damage, Pen 7, Power Field, Flame (Cleanse & Purify applies for avoiding fire damage)

Edited by Necronaut

Without the protection of a horde of lesser servitors, the ogryn sized ones do not last long, as the astartes unleash both blade and bolter against them.

 

The way to the engineerium is open.

Elvrit:

 


Elvrit watched as the Dark Angel and the Salamander put the last Servitors down, deactivating and sheathing his own blade. He gave the Techmarine a comradely nod and gestured towards the Engineerium.

 

“Well, Brother-Adept, what would you suggest is the fastest way to scuttle this ugly, fat scow, so we can get back to raiding that garrison?”

 

Edited by Lysimachus

Elvrit:

 


Damn.

 

Elvrit nodded in agreement with Kraith, then looked back at Hadrian.

 

“Whatever way you're doing it, do it fast.

 

+++Nuzry! We need to know our options, give me times! How long before they reach us here? How long to return to Phastus? How long before they get there too?+++

 

He checked his armour’s chrono. How long before Ravyx’ booby trap went off and blew the whole garrison to dust?

 

 

++There is no way to return to the planet without engaging the Iron Warriors ships.  They are burning hard for the planet.  Finish the traitors and return as soon as possible, we must discuss our next jump.++

Ashmon

 

++Go on then, Basilisk enter the Domain of the Engineerium and scuttle this Scow!++ said Ashmon. 

 

++I have no desire to see your Mars Magick in action++

 

He turned away and hurried back to the Thunderhawk. 

 

 

 

 

Elvrit:

 


Elvrit frowned. So, there would be no return to Phastus, no repurposing of the Iron Warriors’ supplies. But the Dark Angel raised a good point. Would those supplies at least be denied to the traitor Legions?

 

+++Captain, extrapolation please. At their present rate of speed, will the Iron Warrior vessels reach the Phastus garrison in time to prevent its destruction? If the answer is yes, can we do anything to change it - to delay them or pull them away from the planet?+++

 

He smiled grimly.

 

+++Maybe destroying their ally's scow will grab their attention? Failing that, give me a damn vox line and I'll send the filthy renegades a few choice words that will make them angry enough to chase us all the way back to Terra!+++

 

 

Edited by Lysimachus

Ashmon

 

+++Captain, extrapolation please. At their present rate of speed, will the Iron Warrior vessels reach the Phastus garrison in time to prevent its destruction? If the answer is yes, can we do anything to change it - to delay them or pull them away from the planet?+++

 

+++To think that The Vurgaan are called the Hotheads! Listen to your words Breacher. Think. Do the Numbers at least. We have One Frigate versus their Three and a Light Cruiser. You are suggesting a hard burn in system past them.

How did you ever make it past Scout with such flawed logic? +++

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Elvrit:

 


Elvrit snorted aloud in derision. Did the psyker - his disobedience to Nikaea making him barely more trustworthy than a traitor himself - really dare to question his logic?

 

“I am well aware of our relative strengths, Vurgaan. I do not suggest an attack, I suggest a feint. Carefully planned, a hit and run strike intended only to delay them, to draw them away for just long enough to make sure that the bomb at the garrison goes off. Nothing that would put this vessel at risk.”

 

He frowned and looked again at his chrono.

 

“And only if it is necessary. If they cannot reach the garrison in time, our job is already done and we can leave immediately.”

 

 

The Basilisk

 

“Hah! She is indeed an ugly scow, breacher,” Hadrian rasped over the squad vox, with a voice like crushed gravel and metal filings. “We have but to overload the plasma drives and–,” he cut himself off as Captain Nuzry’s voice suddenly crackled in his ear.

 

Traitors, inbound. Four ships.

 

Damn!

 

He nodded at Kraith’s insistence and bade them to silence with a raised gauntlet.

 

“We are outgunned, brothers, and the garrison is out of reach, and we are out of time. We can at least deny the traitors this ship and whatever materiel it carries. I will attempt to overload the plasma drive, and then we can make good our escape and plan further reiving. If any of you are trained in tech-savvy it will make the work lighter…”

 

He paused, and then continued as the wisdom of Elvrit's suggestion percolated through his cogitation circuits. "Your plan is risky, breacher, but to be commended. Better we attempt to deny them twice over if we can. Mayhap we can even lure the bastards out here with a feint, as you say, whilst I work to rig this vessel to detonate when they draw near and give them something proper to remember us by, eh?" 

 

The grime-encrusted techmarine pushed past the others towards the enginarium, and the enormous crushing claw of his mechadendrite opened and closed irritably as he stomped towards the chamber’s blast doors. This endeavour had been a waste, but perhaps an opportunity for spiteful vengeance had presented itself. At the very least he could satisfy himself with the wanton destruction of this accursed vessel and possibly another.

 

+Captain Nuzry,+ he growled to the shipmistress, +I am en route to the enginarium to initiate a cascade failure in this refuse hauler’s plasma drive. Coordinate with Brother Elvrit to draw the traitor vessels towards us while the strike team scuttles this ship. Keep me appraised of the traitor vessels via tight band transmission. Do not let them take the Tribute intact. For the Emperor! Hadrian out!+

Edited by Necronaut

As you storm into the engineerium you see that it is a hive of activity led by a magos with several lesser tech-priests and scores of menials and servitors.

 

Parts of it are very confined with heavy machinery all around, in others the next deck is dozens of meters above with multiple layers of gangways ringing the space.

 

The clearly lead magos turns towards you as you see him.  "How dare you interrupt my work."

The Basilisk

 

“Your work?! I will hear none of it, priest! You toil in the name of the XIVth Legion, criminal traitors and betrayers of the Emperor, your Lord Omnissiah, and His Great Crusade. I, Hadrian Numidax Basiliscus of the XVIIIth Legion, loyal servant of the Emperor and Terra, am placing you and this refuse hauler of a ship under arrest! Surrender yourselves unto my mercy or consider the lives of you and your crew forfeit. I am not a kind or patient man, magos – I will gladly tear the metallic heart from your chest with my bare hands if you wish to try your luck against me and my comrades!”

 

 

Intimidate Test: S79

D100: 92 17 (-1 FP reroll on test lol)

6 DoS + 4 (Unnatural Strength) = 10 DoS

Edited by Necronaut

OOC: On the assumption that Arazakiel spoke the above out loud/on the squad com and that it wasn’t just a private thought/observation.

 

 

Hadad

 

“Blindness or Isolation? The Martians contingents tend to keep to themselves. If the Masters of this ship did not trust them to follow the Legion into rebellion then they could have further isolated them to keep the ship working.”

 

 Despite the implied idea that the Magos might be loyal Hadad nether the less readied Rain, if there was going to be another engagement better to make it a swift one.   

Elvrit:

 


Elvrit agreed completely with Hadrian's ultimatum, but had to nod thoughtfully at Arazakiel's and Hadad's words. Not all of the Legions valued the Cult Mechanicum as the Iron Hands did. Entirely possible that the Death Guard had not revealed the truth to their allies. However, there had also been plenty of Mechanicum assets at Istvaan, openly and actively fighting on the side of Horus.

 

Perhaps, to be safe, it would be better if these Magi went down with their ship?

 

He waited for the Magos’ answer, body tensed and ready for further violence to erupt.

It seems that only after you respond does the Magos realize that you are not death guard.

"You have no authority here Son of Vulkan.  My oaths are to Mars and the lord of Barbarus.  Begone and I will not file the litany of complaints I should."

Elvrit:

 


By the throne, explaining this was getting old…

 

Elvrit grimaced and raised his voice.

 

“Then your two oaths oppose one another, fool,” he growled loudly in irritation. “Mars stands with Terra, and Mortarion stands beside Horus. The Warmaster has turned against his Father, and crushed half of the still-loyal Legions in a trap at Istvaan!”

 

He raised his arms wide.

 

“Look around you! Consider it with logic! What else could possibly explain the motley company of Astartes you see before you, or give cause for our attacking a vessel of another Legion?”

 

His hands dropped back to his weapons.

 

“Now, we have no time to bandy words with you. Declare yourself loyal to Mars and to the Emperor, and prove that loyalty by standing aside. Otherwise, keep your ‘oath’ to the traitorous Death Guard… and die with their ship.”

 

The Basilisk

 

Hadrian allowed Elvrit to finish his tirade, and shook his iron pattern helm in resigned irritation and disgust.

 

“One so blind to the will of the Omnissiah should not lecture others on the nature of authority, magos."

 

He ignited the pilot on his phosphex burner and rendered his judgement upon the collected tech priests and their thralls with grim finality.

 

“Kill them."

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