With the conversation about the spoils over Cremutus spent a few moments repairing his badly damaged body. Resetting bones, sealing wounds with synskin and repair cement. The warpsmith was prepared to move on the enginerium again after a short rest. Hefting his Combi-Melta, Slaughter spitter, again he advanced down the hallway keeping an eye out for more Skitarii or other ambushes.
Keeping his vision system in the infrared spectrum helped him see in the near darkness of the hallway. Quickly he came upon the door to the enginerium, which was locked and sealed. The large blast doors protecting the rest of the ship from the volatile plasma generator inside, these walls where impenetrable to Cremutus's weapons and his systems where not meant for this sort of intrusion.
He stood there for a second considering his options when over the ship vox a message was received. "This is Prince Alaistair Godwin Lafayette Captain.....” Cremutus stopped paying attention for a few seconds while triangulating where the voice was coming from. “.....Forces who once served Beraesh, surrender yourselves to the forces of the Dark Desire and be welcomed as future brothers aboard my magnificent vessel," the voice finished. Surrender? The Warpsmith did not remember the last time he had heard that word.
Deciding then and there he would meet this prince and see what he was made of Cremutus looked to the Sniper and said let us go to the bridge. Along the way they met up with the Apostate Pontifica Atremisia. Whom with Cremutus got in an argument with. Realizing that he was wasting words with a human who specialized in weaving them Cremutus took the higher road and stopped talking to her while she turned her back on him in perceived triumph. The Sniper, Apostate and Warpsmith as well as their cohort of guards and servitors proceeded to the bridge enforce to deal with this prince Alaistair person.
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Character Name: Dak'ir
Player Name: Midget
Chapter: Salamander
Past event: The Cleansing of Ymgarl
Chapter Demeanor: Promethian Cult
Personal Demeanor: Proud
Specialty: Tactical Marine
Rank: 1
Power armour history: Skill of the artificer: Corvus Greaves
Appearance:
WS: 48
BS: 45+5 (500)
S: 42
T: 50+5
AG: 42
INT: 37+5
PER: 41
WP: 41
FEL: 44
Skills: Awareness, Ciphers (Chapter Runes, Xenos Markings), Climb, Dodge, Common Lore (Adeptus Astartes, Deathwatch, Imperium, Tech, War), Concealment, Drive (Ground Vehicles), Forbidden lore (Xenos), Intimidate, Literacy, Navigation (Surface), Scholastic Lore (Codex Astartes), Silent Move, Speak Language (High Gothic, Low Gothic), Tactics (Defensive Doctrines), Tracking, Command.
Space Marine Talents/Traits: Ambidextrous, Astartes Weapon Training, Bulging Biceps, Deathwatch Training, Heightened Senses (Hearing, Sight), Killing Strike, Nerves of Steel, Quick Draw, Resistance (Psychic Powers, Heat), True Grit, Unarmed Master, Unnatural Strength (x2), Unnatural Toughness (x2) Signature Wargear (combiflamer)
Gear: Iron Halo, Astartes power armour Mk 8 'errant', Astartes bolter with fire selector, Astartes Combi Flamer, Astartes bolt pistol, 3 Astartes frag grenades, 3 Astartes krak grenades, Astartes combat knife, repair cement, one Chapter Trapping (the flame +2 init), one clip of Kraken Rounds
mission gear: Melta charge with timer
Wounds: 23
Psychic Powers: -
Insanity: 0
Fate Points: 5 spent 1
Corruption: 0
Advances: BS+5 (500), Right Gear for the Job (Combi Flamer) (400)
Rank: 1
EXP: 100/1000
Renown: 0
Stats:
Armor: ap8 head arms legs 11 body. On head shot roll d10 on an 8+ its a body shot. +5 command
Iron Halo: Prot 50 overload on a 1
Mk 6 Greaves, +10 to dodge checks
Player Name: Midget
Chapter: Salamander
Past event: The Cleansing of Ymgarl
Chapter Demeanor: Promethian Cult
Personal Demeanor: Proud
Specialty: Tactical Marine
Rank: 1
Power armour history: Skill of the artificer: Corvus Greaves
Appearance:
WS: 48
BS: 45+5 (500)
S: 42
T: 50+5
AG: 42
INT: 37+5
PER: 41
WP: 41
FEL: 44
Skills: Awareness, Ciphers (Chapter Runes, Xenos Markings), Climb, Dodge, Common Lore (Adeptus Astartes, Deathwatch, Imperium, Tech, War), Concealment, Drive (Ground Vehicles), Forbidden lore (Xenos), Intimidate, Literacy, Navigation (Surface), Scholastic Lore (Codex Astartes), Silent Move, Speak Language (High Gothic, Low Gothic), Tactics (Defensive Doctrines), Tracking, Command.
Space Marine Talents/Traits: Ambidextrous, Astartes Weapon Training, Bulging Biceps, Deathwatch Training, Heightened Senses (Hearing, Sight), Killing Strike, Nerves of Steel, Quick Draw, Resistance (Psychic Powers, Heat), True Grit, Unarmed Master, Unnatural Strength (x2), Unnatural Toughness (x2) Signature Wargear (combiflamer)
Gear: Iron Halo, Astartes power armour Mk 8 'errant', Astartes bolter with fire selector, Astartes Combi Flamer, Astartes bolt pistol, 3 Astartes frag grenades, 3 Astartes krak grenades, Astartes combat knife, repair cement, one Chapter Trapping (the flame +2 init), one clip of Kraken Rounds
mission gear: Melta charge with timer
Wounds: 23
Psychic Powers: -
Insanity: 0
Fate Points: 5 spent 1
Corruption: 0
Advances: BS+5 (500), Right Gear for the Job (Combi Flamer) (400)
Rank: 1
EXP: 100/1000
Renown: 0
Stats:
Armor: ap8 head arms legs 11 body. On head shot roll d10 on an 8+ its a body shot. +5 command
Iron Halo: Prot 50 overload on a 1
Mk 6 Greaves, +10 to dodge checks
As the warpsmith waited impatiently for the Fallen Magos to arrive from whatever it was he was doing. He began to order the Cultists who followed him down here to begin to convert the mass of people here but accidentally left his binary speech pattern on, instead of instructing them he just gave them a headache, and causing them to leave. The amount of speaking he had done this last hour astounded him. He was not accustomed to speaking to fleshlings anymore, Practice was necessary.
After the fallen magos had entered the hall Cremutus move into the passage to the Enginerium. Which was very close at this point. Letting the Sniper scout ahead he entered after a short pause. Cremutus attempted to stealthly adavance down the hall, however his large size and stomping gait alerted the Skitarri guarding the hallway of his presence. The sniper, having not notice the guards, and the guards not having seen the sniper, had advanced right past them.
The First skitarii Heaved his axe at Cremutus, catching him completely unaware. It struck him in the chest gravely wounding Cremutus and causing some of his systems to begin to short out. The second one having missed in his haste of the ambush. He lost most of his control over his arms and his senses began to feed back.
Attempting to strike back He Drew his axe after dropping his combi melta to the ground, the thing would be useless at this close of range. Upon seeing his weapon the Skitarii canted in binary about how they would strip him for his parts, Cremutus just laughed and chopped with his axe in an overhand strike meant to bisect the first Guard. However the skill of the skitarii combined with his arm servos locking up cause the axe to miss. The warpsmith quickly rebooted his system attempting to mitigate some of the damage, which only partially worked. He activated his refractor field after that to assure his triumph over these machine men.
The First skitarii Missed Cremutus with he second swing. The second one would have hit him had his Field not protected him, however the field Collapsed with the first blow. Cremutus Swore in binary to Tzeentch. The Men who accompanied the Warpsmith down here accounted for one of the Skitarii, and Cremutus was allowed to focus his attention solely on the one remaining guard. Swinging his axe again, this time with all his might, which just his luck had caused his servos to lock up again and his sight to short out temporarily while striking with his Mechadendrite and missing with that as well.
In the final moments of this accursed fight the Skitarii stuck him in the chest again, Crushing bionics and what little flesh was left. Cremutus had not been this wounded in a very long time, he leaked coolant, blood, and hydraulic fluid onto the floor.
Silently cursing the fact he could not use his Demonic powers given to him by Tzeentch without wounding the other Tzeentchian he attacked with his axe one last time, again the Warpsmith missed, cursed by ill luck and faulty mechanics he prepared himself to die.
However the blow did not fall, the skitarii was distracted by the wounds caused by the others it missed the death stroke. And as the servitor following the magos riddled it with an auto cannon shell the skitarii dropped dead.
With the combat over and his systems purged and rebooted again, Cremutus started to go through the corpses of the skitarii, finding many finely crafted bionics and weapons, as the other two heretics came over the three of them began to bicker and call specific items until they had the idea that they would drag the corpses behind the servitor until they finished, then use the medicae hall to render them down for their parts. In a fitting end of their earlier threat again the Warpsmith.
After the fallen magos had entered the hall Cremutus move into the passage to the Enginerium. Which was very close at this point. Letting the Sniper scout ahead he entered after a short pause. Cremutus attempted to stealthly adavance down the hall, however his large size and stomping gait alerted the Skitarri guarding the hallway of his presence. The sniper, having not notice the guards, and the guards not having seen the sniper, had advanced right past them.
The First skitarii Heaved his axe at Cremutus, catching him completely unaware. It struck him in the chest gravely wounding Cremutus and causing some of his systems to begin to short out. The second one having missed in his haste of the ambush. He lost most of his control over his arms and his senses began to feed back.
Attempting to strike back He Drew his axe after dropping his combi melta to the ground, the thing would be useless at this close of range. Upon seeing his weapon the Skitarii canted in binary about how they would strip him for his parts, Cremutus just laughed and chopped with his axe in an overhand strike meant to bisect the first Guard. However the skill of the skitarii combined with his arm servos locking up cause the axe to miss. The warpsmith quickly rebooted his system attempting to mitigate some of the damage, which only partially worked. He activated his refractor field after that to assure his triumph over these machine men.
The First skitarii Missed Cremutus with he second swing. The second one would have hit him had his Field not protected him, however the field Collapsed with the first blow. Cremutus Swore in binary to Tzeentch. The Men who accompanied the Warpsmith down here accounted for one of the Skitarii, and Cremutus was allowed to focus his attention solely on the one remaining guard. Swinging his axe again, this time with all his might, which just his luck had caused his servos to lock up again and his sight to short out temporarily while striking with his Mechadendrite and missing with that as well.
In the final moments of this accursed fight the Skitarii stuck him in the chest again, Crushing bionics and what little flesh was left. Cremutus had not been this wounded in a very long time, he leaked coolant, blood, and hydraulic fluid onto the floor.
Silently cursing the fact he could not use his Demonic powers given to him by Tzeentch without wounding the other Tzeentchian he attacked with his axe one last time, again the Warpsmith missed, cursed by ill luck and faulty mechanics he prepared himself to die.
However the blow did not fall, the skitarii was distracted by the wounds caused by the others it missed the death stroke. And as the servitor following the magos riddled it with an auto cannon shell the skitarii dropped dead.
With the combat over and his systems purged and rebooted again, Cremutus started to go through the corpses of the skitarii, finding many finely crafted bionics and weapons, as the other two heretics came over the three of them began to bicker and call specific items until they had the idea that they would drag the corpses behind the servitor until they finished, then use the medicae hall to render them down for their parts. In a fitting end of their earlier threat again the Warpsmith.
Loot split:
4 arms: 1 for me, 1 for eisen, 1 for mort, 1 extra
2 autosanguines: 1 for mort 1 for me
2 leg sets, 1 for me 1 for mort
2 Respiratory system 1 for me 1 for mort
2 Eyes: eisen and Me
2 Ears, Mort and me
2 MIU, mort and me
2 hellpistols: 1 for mort 1 for me
2 Power axe, up for grabs
2 Data slates will be read.
2 combi tools 1 for me one for eisen
4 arms: 1 for me, 1 for eisen, 1 for mort, 1 extra
2 autosanguines: 1 for mort 1 for me
2 leg sets, 1 for me 1 for mort
2 Respiratory system 1 for me 1 for mort
2 Eyes: eisen and Me
2 Ears, Mort and me
2 MIU, mort and me
2 hellpistols: 1 for mort 1 for me
2 Power axe, up for grabs
2 Data slates will be read.
2 combi tools 1 for me one for eisen
Cremutus kept up his methodical advance down the corridors of the imperial vessel. The Warpsmith encountered little at first. Mostly the fleeing backs of the enemy Ratings and Armsmen. He quickly caught up to them in the halls near the cargo holds.
Drawing his combat blade, not wanting to waste bolter ammo or sully his power axe with their worthless blood. He stepped behind the slowest running Rating, already injured from their previous battle he thrust the blade into his back. Pulling the blade out the the ratings side and into the arm of the armsmen next him him he began a flurry of slaughter for a number of minutes.
Chasing down the last of the men he stopped and began to shut down the anger response this waste of time had triggered, but he stopped before running the program, deciding that he would use the anger, it sped up his reflexes by a half millisecond.
He boosted his aural receivers and began to hunt for more prey. These humans where not even a challenge. His workshop could have been filled with servitors after this, if he still had a workshop. The unrepentant seemed dead in the void, power was fluctuating rapidly. Quickly picking up the sounds of screaming and bone saws he knew he was closing on the medicae deck.
As Cremutus neared the entrance the medicea deck he grunted in disgust, A small man, a chiurgen by the looks of his robes. He asked Cremutus to spare his life and those within the hall. Cremutus quickly decided that a following of Chiurgens would benefit the lord of change. Activating his external vox system he spoke in a low metallic voice “Deny the emperor and you shall be saved. embrace Tzeentch as your true god. the corpse emperor sits on his throne rotting, useless and he will not return, Horus saw to that. Embrace Tzeentch now by kneeling before me and swearing your life to the lord of change!” The man knelt and attempted to say Architect of Fate's name but instead blood burst froth from between his lips. A good sign this was not.
Beckoning the man to follow, Cremutus entered the Medicae hall. Surveying the area he saw many wounded men and a few other Chiurgens around tending to the worst of the injured. He decided that converting these wretches was not worth his time and would probably displease tzeentch anyways, worthless prayers given unwillingly. Knowing that he was better used by breaking the Enginerium. He confirmed the sniper was still with him he continued onto his target. Ignoring the wounded and medics.
Drawing his combat blade, not wanting to waste bolter ammo or sully his power axe with their worthless blood. He stepped behind the slowest running Rating, already injured from their previous battle he thrust the blade into his back. Pulling the blade out the the ratings side and into the arm of the armsmen next him him he began a flurry of slaughter for a number of minutes.
Chasing down the last of the men he stopped and began to shut down the anger response this waste of time had triggered, but he stopped before running the program, deciding that he would use the anger, it sped up his reflexes by a half millisecond.
He boosted his aural receivers and began to hunt for more prey. These humans where not even a challenge. His workshop could have been filled with servitors after this, if he still had a workshop. The unrepentant seemed dead in the void, power was fluctuating rapidly. Quickly picking up the sounds of screaming and bone saws he knew he was closing on the medicae deck.
As Cremutus neared the entrance the medicea deck he grunted in disgust, A small man, a chiurgen by the looks of his robes. He asked Cremutus to spare his life and those within the hall. Cremutus quickly decided that a following of Chiurgens would benefit the lord of change. Activating his external vox system he spoke in a low metallic voice “Deny the emperor and you shall be saved. embrace Tzeentch as your true god. the corpse emperor sits on his throne rotting, useless and he will not return, Horus saw to that. Embrace Tzeentch now by kneeling before me and swearing your life to the lord of change!” The man knelt and attempted to say Architect of Fate's name but instead blood burst froth from between his lips. A good sign this was not.
Beckoning the man to follow, Cremutus entered the Medicae hall. Surveying the area he saw many wounded men and a few other Chiurgens around tending to the worst of the injured. He decided that converting these wretches was not worth his time and would probably displease tzeentch anyways, worthless prayers given unwillingly. Knowing that he was better used by breaking the Enginerium. He confirmed the sniper was still with him he continued onto his target. Ignoring the wounded and medics.
Cremutus stood as the last of the dregs of the imperial ship scuttled away. Dogs with their tails between their legs. He reloaded his Bolter, having only three rounds left was a recipe for disaster when another mob of ratings could arrive at any moment. Cremutus reengaged his emotional response system and ran a diagnostic for his armor and weapons
Swiftly accessing the ship wide vox network Cremutus announced “I have broken the defense of the cargo hold choke points, All available Astartes and Humans follow me as I advance on the enginerium.”
Walking forward towards the lander the Warpsmith stopped by the dead officer and picked up his vox bead. Quickly reprogramming it to accept one of the ancient Astartes channels. He called up to the man in the cat walks, “Human, come here and take this. We can remain in contact as we advance into their ship.” he wondered how the officer died for a quarter of a second, he was not shot by las nor bolt...
After speaking more words in just a few seconds than he had in a number of years, Cremutus quickly lapsed into silence. He began to look for any usable items near the Arvus. At a glance he found an auto cannon, some grav-chutes, a handfull of krak and frag missiles and a pair of launchers. Deciding quickly how he might sabotage the engine of the imperial ship, He bend over and picked up a launcher and the missiles, noting the rest for servitor use or for the humans of the crew. He placed the vox bead down on the Arvus's hull.
Cremutus then began to methodically make his was to the enginerium, keeping an eye out for ambushes and snipers.
Swiftly accessing the ship wide vox network Cremutus announced “I have broken the defense of the cargo hold choke points, All available Astartes and Humans follow me as I advance on the enginerium.”
Walking forward towards the lander the Warpsmith stopped by the dead officer and picked up his vox bead. Quickly reprogramming it to accept one of the ancient Astartes channels. He called up to the man in the cat walks, “Human, come here and take this. We can remain in contact as we advance into their ship.” he wondered how the officer died for a quarter of a second, he was not shot by las nor bolt...
After speaking more words in just a few seconds than he had in a number of years, Cremutus quickly lapsed into silence. He began to look for any usable items near the Arvus. At a glance he found an auto cannon, some grav-chutes, a handfull of krak and frag missiles and a pair of launchers. Deciding quickly how he might sabotage the engine of the imperial ship, He bend over and picked up a launcher and the missiles, noting the rest for servitor use or for the humans of the crew. He placed the vox bead down on the Arvus's hull.
Cremutus then began to methodically make his was to the enginerium, keeping an eye out for ambushes and snipers.
Cremutus took aim once more, taking out a handful of the ratings in the horde the sergeant was attempting to rally. With four more bolts fired he had less than half of the magazine left in his bolter. He knew he needed to take out more of these men quickly before they became a threat again. He leaned forward slightly and prepared his leg servos to stand at a moments notice in case these imperial vermin decided that they would try to overwhelm him with bodies instead of attempting to shoot him.
Surprisingly the ratings rallied, and fired a volly of las bolts at Cremutus. They still quaked in fear and did not even come close to hitting the rubble he was near, much less wounding the warpsmith. Cremutus Belted out a harsh laugh from his vox grill, startling some of the ratings. He shouted “Your Emperor is rotting on his throne and your prayers will not be answered, I am Cremutus, Astartes of the First Legion. Flee now or die painfully.”
Cremutus Fired his Bolt gun to underlay his point, three more men dropped to the floor unmoving. The Warpsmith had the defense of the ship well in hand at this point. The imperial navy had forgotten how to fight in the last hundred years or so. His brothers of old would be disgusted at what he was forced to fight in this battle.
Quickly surveying the scene around him, He saw that one of the human crew was up in the scaffolding above him, firing bursts of las down into the ratings and armsmen. This man was accounting almost as well as Cremutus himself had. He noted the injector rig, fairly unique and looking rather home made. He decided that he would approach the man after this battle was over.
Surprisingly the ratings rallied, and fired a volly of las bolts at Cremutus. They still quaked in fear and did not even come close to hitting the rubble he was near, much less wounding the warpsmith. Cremutus Belted out a harsh laugh from his vox grill, startling some of the ratings. He shouted “Your Emperor is rotting on his throne and your prayers will not be answered, I am Cremutus, Astartes of the First Legion. Flee now or die painfully.”
Cremutus Fired his Bolt gun to underlay his point, three more men dropped to the floor unmoving. The Warpsmith had the defense of the ship well in hand at this point. The imperial navy had forgotten how to fight in the last hundred years or so. His brothers of old would be disgusted at what he was forced to fight in this battle.
Quickly surveying the scene around him, He saw that one of the human crew was up in the scaffolding above him, firing bursts of las down into the ratings and armsmen. This man was accounting almost as well as Cremutus himself had. He noted the injector rig, fairly unique and looking rather home made. He decided that he would approach the man after this battle was over.
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After successfully incapacitating the Heavy Stubber on the Arvus Lander Cremutus felt strangely pleased however, with the rallying of the Imperial men into mobs he felt a hint of annoyance creep into his cogitator enhanced brain. Crushing the thought swiftly by turning off his emotional response. These men where just vermin. No matter the size of their horde they where no match for him. He fired into the crowd of Armsmen, loosing 4 bolts and hitting with all, dealing terrible wounds to those he hit. Each bolt was marked with the Tzeentchian symbol, each soul taken dedicated in his name. Each soul taken became one with the many that where tied to Slaughter Spitter.
Cremutus, cloaked in the souls of all he has slain. Took the appearance of the worst nightmares of the human rabble's dreams. Some saw a towering monster of the void. Others vile xenos, a few just saw the Warpsmith, standing there just... standing there.... and shooting his bolter at them, a guarantee of death himself.
The armsmen stood stock still, unmoving, unknowning, and unresponsive many simply fell unconscious. The rattings surprisingly where less effected, moving slowly and incoherently they where in shock. The armsmen's sergeant was least effected but was still unable to come any closer to the Warpsmith. Everyone shook in fear.
Cremutus, cloaked in the souls of all he has slain. Took the appearance of the worst nightmares of the human rabble's dreams. Some saw a towering monster of the void. Others vile xenos, a few just saw the Warpsmith, standing there just... standing there.... and shooting his bolter at them, a guarantee of death himself.
The armsmen stood stock still, unmoving, unknowning, and unresponsive many simply fell unconscious. The rattings surprisingly where less effected, moving slowly and incoherently they where in shock. The armsmen's sergeant was least effected but was still unable to come any closer to the Warpsmith. Everyone shook in fear.
Cremutus took in the battlefield with a practiced eye, Heretic fought Imperial navy and the fighting was close. Cremutus knew that his intervention would turn the tide of the battle, Quickly survaying the area for a rocket launcher and seeing none he proceeded to move quickly from cover to cover, attempting to keep a smaller profile and gain some sort of advantage. Finding an acceptable amount of cover he crouched down at an adequate range of 100 meters, he sent off a rapid fire burst of bolt shells at the wretch manning the heavy stubber, as well as a few of his neighbors.
Tzeentch was not with him, his first 4 bolts did nothing but pepper the Arvus lander with new holes. One however did penetrate and explode against the Rattings armor, from which he was unscathed. Cursing the fool he was, Cremutus tongued the control for the auto senses to assist his aiming and quickly adapted the Mind Inpulse Unit's targeting matrix to cooperate. Taking aim for a half second he fired one bolt, blessed by the changer of ways. The bolt passed between the dog's eyes and exploded a fraction of a second later, peppering his compatriots with specks of brain matter and skull fragments.
Cremutus remainded Kneeling behind his cover. With the souls of all the men he had murdered attempting to escape from the prision of his Combi Melta, Cremutus took on a frightening aspect of death, Death for the Corpse God. Death for the False Emperor blind followers. DEATH FOR ALL THOSE WHO APPOSE HIM.
Tzeentch was not with him, his first 4 bolts did nothing but pepper the Arvus lander with new holes. One however did penetrate and explode against the Rattings armor, from which he was unscathed. Cursing the fool he was, Cremutus tongued the control for the auto senses to assist his aiming and quickly adapted the Mind Inpulse Unit's targeting matrix to cooperate. Taking aim for a half second he fired one bolt, blessed by the changer of ways. The bolt passed between the dog's eyes and exploded a fraction of a second later, peppering his compatriots with specks of brain matter and skull fragments.
Cremutus remainded Kneeling behind his cover. With the souls of all the men he had murdered attempting to escape from the prision of his Combi Melta, Cremutus took on a frightening aspect of death, Death for the Corpse God. Death for the False Emperor blind followers. DEATH FOR ALL THOSE WHO APPOSE HIM.
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