Open invitation for anybody to run into Xeph. Otherwise, I will find some trouble in my next post.
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I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives.
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The two shuttlecraft from the trader vessel were tightly sealed to a flat surface of metal that was 90 degrees to the surface where Xeraphiel was standing on. They were high above his head as if clinging to the side of a wall. He craned his neck to look up at them. It being space, the techmarine simply jumped onto the wall with his magnetic feet and began walking toward the shuttles. "Up" had a new direction.
The vessels were powered, but were also dark and vacant. It was obvious that the crew had gone straight through the underside into the hulk just moments ago. If he had intent to follow them, then he would have to traverse into the spacehulk from the same point. Fortunately, the traders had already cut an opening.
Xepherial raised his left, black gauntlet over the door mechanism, holding it only an inch away. A specialized dentrite snaked from his wrist and began signalling to the shuttle controls. Xepherial had no intent of damaging the shuttle, for all creatures and artifacts that embodied knowledge were sacred. Convincing the machine to override the safety protocols and open its door would be far more efficient and less blasphemous than plasma-cutting through ceramite. The two beings argued at the speed of electric impulses traveling through circuits and neurons until an agreement was reached. Xepherial had won. "Comprehension is the key to all things." He affirmed as the seal split, and pressure briefly escaped the cabin.
Passing into the hulk, there was air pressure. Sensors detected it was breathable, at least for a neigh-immortal space marine. What was more, there was sound, and a new direction for gravity. The techmarine landed loudly, armored feet against metal floor, as he responded to the readings his poweraromor supplied. Ancient generators were supplying artificial gravity somewhere in this place, maintaining a level akin to native Terra. It was a strange fact that sentient life didn't often develop on planets with gravitational extremes.
There was only one direction his targets could have gone, and so Xepherial began following. It wasn't long before a freshly cut opening in a metal wall revealed the path his quarry had taken. Cutting a door would have slowed them down, so they must have been close. Xepherial kept his senses on high alert. He wasn't exactly silent, but neither was the slowly flexing conglomeration of broken ships and asteroid. Deeper and deeper he traversed. Disturbances in the dust on the floor betrayed the tracks of Fio'Ui, Joran, Nykerio, and Naamah, helping Xepherial know which way to turn in the large open chambers. There wasn't much light, and the ship he was in appeared to be well devoid of any other life. As he walked, he brought up the display of the signal source he had recorded from the small, incinerated Imperial craft he had visited outside and was impressed to find the traders seemed to be heading directly for it. Cooincidence couldn't yet be ruled out, however.
The display vanished and Xepherial's bolter swung in the direction of a flash of movement in the corner. ... Trained on the location, Xepherial was fully ready to fire, but no enemy showed itself. Whatever that had been, it was gone, but it had revealed itself. After a quick 360 scan, Xepherial returned to his pursuit.
The vessels were powered, but were also dark and vacant. It was obvious that the crew had gone straight through the underside into the hulk just moments ago. If he had intent to follow them, then he would have to traverse into the spacehulk from the same point. Fortunately, the traders had already cut an opening.
Xepherial raised his left, black gauntlet over the door mechanism, holding it only an inch away. A specialized dentrite snaked from his wrist and began signalling to the shuttle controls. Xepherial had no intent of damaging the shuttle, for all creatures and artifacts that embodied knowledge were sacred. Convincing the machine to override the safety protocols and open its door would be far more efficient and less blasphemous than plasma-cutting through ceramite. The two beings argued at the speed of electric impulses traveling through circuits and neurons until an agreement was reached. Xepherial had won. "Comprehension is the key to all things." He affirmed as the seal split, and pressure briefly escaped the cabin.
Passing into the hulk, there was air pressure. Sensors detected it was breathable, at least for a neigh-immortal space marine. What was more, there was sound, and a new direction for gravity. The techmarine landed loudly, armored feet against metal floor, as he responded to the readings his poweraromor supplied. Ancient generators were supplying artificial gravity somewhere in this place, maintaining a level akin to native Terra. It was a strange fact that sentient life didn't often develop on planets with gravitational extremes.
There was only one direction his targets could have gone, and so Xepherial began following. It wasn't long before a freshly cut opening in a metal wall revealed the path his quarry had taken. Cutting a door would have slowed them down, so they must have been close. Xepherial kept his senses on high alert. He wasn't exactly silent, but neither was the slowly flexing conglomeration of broken ships and asteroid. Deeper and deeper he traversed. Disturbances in the dust on the floor betrayed the tracks of Fio'Ui, Joran, Nykerio, and Naamah, helping Xepherial know which way to turn in the large open chambers. There wasn't much light, and the ship he was in appeared to be well devoid of any other life. As he walked, he brought up the display of the signal source he had recorded from the small, incinerated Imperial craft he had visited outside and was impressed to find the traders seemed to be heading directly for it. Cooincidence couldn't yet be ruled out, however.
The display vanished and Xepherial's bolter swung in the direction of a flash of movement in the corner. ... Trained on the location, Xepherial was fully ready to fire, but no enemy showed itself. Whatever that had been, it was gone, but it had revealed itself. After a quick 360 scan, Xepherial returned to his pursuit.
@Hank Are you ok if I have Xeph "negotiates" his way into one of your parked shuttles? It would be a method to follow the rogue trader group. If you don't feel that's possible or appropriate for a techmarine, then I can make another entry.
Lol. I've played a DH psyker recently. Blew myself up too, but survived. A couple of Dark Eldar nearby didn't.
But I do agree that I'm getting an uber-powerful vibe from our ork. I don't mind a powerful character, but I do want it to be logical for what he would be capable of.
But I do agree that I'm getting an uber-powerful vibe from our ork. I don't mind a powerful character, but I do want it to be logical for what he would be capable of.
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I will be moving us on to the moon this weekend
I like this rp. And you need to post.
Yeah threres no way that's a lord of change. Its' mere presence would fuck the entire Spacehulk and all ships looking the general direction.
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Right...hope it was worth the wait.
It was decent.
If by 'make a perimeter' you mean obliterate all life on board starting with a path of death to the bridge, then sure, we'll do that.
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The impact was relatively cushy as the Caestus rammed into the side of the Dark Eldar raiders' lead ship. Aldaric waited impatiently as the mechanical countdown finished and the doors dropped open to form a heavy ramp onto the floor of an empty lower corridor in the abhorrent xenos' vessel. Heartening words rang over the killteam's vox communicators. Fear however, was not a problem. They had their orders, which were to rapidly ascend to the bridge and dispatch the raiding party's leadership, thus routing the rest of the foolish Dark Eldar who had unwittingly attacked the Imperium's specialized xeno-hunting taskforce mid-space. Educating these xeno scum would be most satisfying indeed.
The killteam that had been sent to this task however, was nacent. The Deathwatch captain was present in communication only, having said nothing of individual responsibilities in the field or provided any hint of on-the-ground organization or tactics. They were all equal now, brothers, and they had to figure this one out on their own.
Aldaric found the lack of immediate clarity in what their individual actions were to be irritating, but there was no time to get to know each other. Quickly, even before they made contact, he considered each of their chosen armaments and began to rationalize their best use based on that and what little he knew of his new teammates. It was a roll of the dice how any of this was about to go.
Draskal had already stepped out to investigate the corridor when Aldaric's suspensory device finally released him. Once freed, the impatient former captain immediately went to work on what he saw was their greatest problem at the moment, the lack of a plan.
"We're clear." Stated the space marine who was more machine than man.
Aldaric noted the floating familiar by his side which he had used to safely enhance his sight. Drascal also had ranged weapons, which would be far more useful on the inside of a spacecraft than his missle launcher, more than likely. A quick glance around spotted a stormshield, carried by Victor Ironmarch, certainly a most useful bulwark. There was Sirren with a mighty chainsword, Zaphiel with a combi-flamer, and Kurt with his much lighter armor and potential vulnerability.
Aldaric's brow furrowed seriously above his mechanical left eye as he scrutinized. The team's hesitation was killing him, the moment of quiet was an inferno of infuriation. Finally, unable to stand for it any longer, he simply, acted. Holding his own sniper bolter at the ready, he turn to those he named specifically. "Victor. Drascal. I want you two to take point. Find their bridge. Sorrow, you're behind them to provide cover as needed. As soon as we clear an area, Draskal can blow up the next door so we can move in..."
Aldaric didn't bother with apologies or any statements of the obvious. He simply did what he had always done. It was his job, his role, and he expected no recognition for it. There was a gap that needed to be filled, and he simply provided the spackle. He had no idea whether or not he would be heeded, or hated, but he went on regardless. "We will be moving fast, so Kurtis, I need you specifically to call 'in-back' if anything pursues us from that direction. As for the rest of us, do what you do best and eliminate all hostiles." Aldaric knew that only experience would show each of their strengths and weaknesses. He primed his weapon and began moving down the left hall, letting the anger at his enemies fill his heart and drive his resolve. "We rally on Zaphiel if we get separated, so keep track of him at all times. Speed is of the essence brothers. Let us show these xenos how a proper assault is conducted."
There was no rational for sneaking around. This would be a guns-blazing, blitzkrieg assault, one that the enemy was hopefully completely unprepared for.
The killteam that had been sent to this task however, was nacent. The Deathwatch captain was present in communication only, having said nothing of individual responsibilities in the field or provided any hint of on-the-ground organization or tactics. They were all equal now, brothers, and they had to figure this one out on their own.
Aldaric found the lack of immediate clarity in what their individual actions were to be irritating, but there was no time to get to know each other. Quickly, even before they made contact, he considered each of their chosen armaments and began to rationalize their best use based on that and what little he knew of his new teammates. It was a roll of the dice how any of this was about to go.
Draskal had already stepped out to investigate the corridor when Aldaric's suspensory device finally released him. Once freed, the impatient former captain immediately went to work on what he saw was their greatest problem at the moment, the lack of a plan.
"We're clear." Stated the space marine who was more machine than man.
Aldaric noted the floating familiar by his side which he had used to safely enhance his sight. Drascal also had ranged weapons, which would be far more useful on the inside of a spacecraft than his missle launcher, more than likely. A quick glance around spotted a stormshield, carried by Victor Ironmarch, certainly a most useful bulwark. There was Sirren with a mighty chainsword, Zaphiel with a combi-flamer, and Kurt with his much lighter armor and potential vulnerability.
Aldaric's brow furrowed seriously above his mechanical left eye as he scrutinized. The team's hesitation was killing him, the moment of quiet was an inferno of infuriation. Finally, unable to stand for it any longer, he simply, acted. Holding his own sniper bolter at the ready, he turn to those he named specifically. "Victor. Drascal. I want you two to take point. Find their bridge. Sorrow, you're behind them to provide cover as needed. As soon as we clear an area, Draskal can blow up the next door so we can move in..."
Aldaric didn't bother with apologies or any statements of the obvious. He simply did what he had always done. It was his job, his role, and he expected no recognition for it. There was a gap that needed to be filled, and he simply provided the spackle. He had no idea whether or not he would be heeded, or hated, but he went on regardless. "We will be moving fast, so Kurtis, I need you specifically to call 'in-back' if anything pursues us from that direction. As for the rest of us, do what you do best and eliminate all hostiles." Aldaric knew that only experience would show each of their strengths and weaknesses. He primed his weapon and began moving down the left hall, letting the anger at his enemies fill his heart and drive his resolve. "We rally on Zaphiel if we get separated, so keep track of him at all times. Speed is of the essence brothers. Let us show these xenos how a proper assault is conducted."
There was no rational for sneaking around. This would be a guns-blazing, blitzkrieg assault, one that the enemy was hopefully completely unprepared for.
Not my greatest work, but it's functional.
@Jbcool, I thought the signal was coming from The Dawn of Truth. Also, would there be any way to specifically locate the signal and ID the name of the vessel?
@Jbcool, I thought the signal was coming from The Dawn of Truth. Also, would there be any way to specifically locate the signal and ID the name of the vessel?
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