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Bastion Wars series Analysis thread

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Bastion Wars.. what to say about Bastion Wars.

I consider it to be the first (and really only) truly 'mil-scifi' series in 40K. Oh sure, 40K is full of 'war' stories, but they're not actually milscifi as actually defined. I mean Gaunts Ghosts is more in line with Sharpe, Cain with Blackadder/Flashman, etc. And Space Marine novels.. less said the better there as far as I think. But its not really.. military feeling. I mean seeing the term 'picatinny rails' (which for me has become the symbolic 'term' for this seris) in reference to lazer guns is a bit weird. Something you'd see in a baen novel, but not what you'd really expect in a 40K novel.

The Bastion Wars novels DO feel military... or at least an attempt at military. Which can be good and bad for different reasons. Zou I believe has military training (and I think experience, although I have no knoweldge of his history.) and the book reflects that. One of the good things is alot of the passages dealing with the impact of war on the enviorment and the people involved in it. Not just the military people either, but the civilians. There's an atmosphere to the books - the horror at having a peaceful life demolished by conflict, the horror of the death and devastation. And the horror of those people who have to fight against it no matter the cost. On the flip side of the coin, there is also cooperation in the face of adversity - people banding together to resist or help or otherwise make order out of the chaos of war.

He's also very light on the 'grimdark' - that isn't to say his writing doesn't have dark tones to it - war always does - but he doesn't really have an urge to lay it on the way some authors do, and that (for me) is always refreshing and welcoming.

On the other hand... this book is chock full of numbers, datapoints, and all that other military stuff, which only reinforces the 'baen' feel of the books. I'm sure there's going to be a 'ZOMG THE GIGATONS GUY DOESNT LIKE THE STATS' but there's a limit to everything. At some point stats and data become a distraction or bloat. Consider David Weber. I actually like the Honorverse novels (shocking huh) even though they're notorious for cramming far more numbers and superfluous details than they need. And that DOES detract massively from the book. Weber has always needed someone to rein in his need to explain politics, military, and other elements in excrutiating detail, and keep him focused on plot, as well as to pare down his numbers (which tend to spelled out in excrutiating detail, as if the editor demanded he had to 'show work.') There's a bit of that in these books, and it can be equally distracting. As much as I like quantiative shit, you don't really need to know calibers or picatinny rails or shit like that every other page. Oh and then there's the real life 'analogues' in 40K to various firearms and such. We'll go over those as they come.

Zou is also pretty hit and miss with his characters. I liked many of the characters in Emperor's Mercy, for example - even the IG general who was opposing the Inquisition - but I also found the characters in 'Flesh and Iron' and 'Blood Gorgons' to be rather uninteresting.

The Bastion Wars novels are basically three novels (so far - whether or not we get more is up for debate given that Flesh and Iron seemed to have a bit of a plagarism scare involved with it.) One Inquistior, one IG, and one (Chaos) Space Marine novel. The first one was pretty good, the second was very bland and generally dull, and the third... its CSM crossed with Special Forces is how it feels. I cannot say Blood Gorgons or Flesh and Iron really captured me the way Emperor's Mercy did, which is kinda sad because I'd had hopes for Zou both on the basis of the first novel and the way Abnett (apparently) liked his writing. *shrugs* The approach of having a different 'kind' ot story with each novel was one of the more interesting things - it offered a 'point of view' approach that you don't always get with other IG series like Sabbat Worlds.

So I find myself of mixed feelings about the series. I see lots of potential, and Zou contributing some different (and worthwhile) concepts to fiction but.... 40K should not really be written like a baen novel as odd as that may seem, and that is how it feels Zou does to me. So I am part hopeful, part fearful that we may see another book in this series. For better or for worse.

And now, Emperor's Mercy in three parts:


Page 9
The first projectile thundered into the tenement bazaar.
...
..its fiftytonne bulk skipping with momentum.
Its a drop ship/landing craft/drop pod of some kind.


Page 10
Naga was a frontier world of the Medina Corridor, and the only
aeronautical vessels that frequented these ports were the Imperial ships that claimed their tithes of textiles, ceramics and spices.
interesting tithes. I imagine their benefit mainly is it gives something the Administratum can trade to other worlds for what it needs. This would make the Administratum some sort of central exchange.

Page 11
Less than two kilometres from the bazaar, high up on the garrison walls, the 22nd Naga Air Defence Squadron stood sentry. Even at extreme optical zoom with their sentry scopes, they could not see the killing in the markets. But the soldiers could see the pulsating lights of pink and purple las throbbing in the distance..
distance of the air defence units from the invasion force. They can't make out individual targets but they can see pink and purple lasfire.

page 11
The monstrous rigs of their quad-linked autocannons..
...
Like most military hardware on Naga, it was obsolete...
...
The weapons themselves were Onager-pattern anti-aircraft platforms. A primitive yet reliable indigenous design, each 50mm barrel was pneumatically driven. The combined rate of fire was typically six thousand rounds per minute of low-altitude air deterrence.
...
...it was a workhorse of the Naga Militia Combine squadrons against both ground and air targets.
Basically a hydra like gun that isnt a Hydra. Seems to have a range of several km.. 'low" altitude is defined as somewhere between 1000-1200 m judging by this this and this, which meshes roughly with the 1500 meter range in Honour Guard. I'd assume this is a direct fire range (direct hits), since ww2 aa of that category could reach up many times that distance (3-5+ km) by HE. 2-2.5 km maybe if we go for a diagnol (range + height). 6000 RPM is 100 rounds a second, or 25 rounds per second per gun.

RL 50mm guns seem to have a projectile mass between 1-2 kg depending on the type of gun and round, and velocities between 700-1000 m/s. So that's 700-2000 kg*m/s worth of momentum per shot and 245-1000 kj of ke per shot. call it 24-100 mj of KE per second.. which.. isn't bad. Although momentum, recoil, and ammo usage will be... interesting. (tends of thousands of rounds in a few minutes.) This thing probably wouldnt work at that performance level on a mobile platform (unless its a superheavy!) given you're talking at least 70,000-100,000 kg*m/s worth of momentum.

Page 13
“Tell me again in exact words why we are to hold fire,”
...
“Sir, long-range signal instruments have failed to identify the incoming objects. Although they appear to be landers, preliminary defensive measures cannot commence until proper identification can be ascertained, sir,”
...
“Corporal, commence vox orders to fire,”
confrimation that the guns can fire on something at least 2 km away. also firing protocols for PDF units.

Page 14
Meteadas was well into his one fifties and had been a keeper of the texts for almost all of those years. Some would consider him a polymath, a man with encyclopaedic depth of knowledge.
Planetary librarian - possibly a majro one - 150 years old (near the end of his life.. rather elderly and frail, so possibly low grade rejuv).

Page 15
The labyrinthine libraries tightly woven beneath the surface of Naga
served as the central repository of the Medina Worlds. Although they archived everything from the war poetry of pre-Heresy to subsector trade outputs of last month...
Pretty much how all knowledge is handled. although here its in paper form :d

Page 18
Tracer fire hammered into the stratosphere, scuds of flak darkening the sky like ashy condensation.

Despite the florid resistance, the vessels continued their bombardment. Dozens were snared by screens of shrapnel, disintegrating in their burning, tumbling descent.
The Stratosphere on earth is at least 8-10 km range, so that sets a lower limit on autocannon ranges for HE rounds. May reach tens of km in height (50k max?) Hydra have been implied to have similar range, so its not impossible.

page 18
His primary gunner had been shot. They had been receiving enemy
fire from positions on the ground for some time now. The invaders had advanced into Central Naga, overrunning the Militia Combine ground units. The vox-links were dead.
this may or may not imply small arms (or antipersonnel weapon at least) ranges of 1-2 km.. hard to say becuase we dont quite know how close the enemy got before firing or anything like that. but its interesting nonetheless.

Page 21
War, at least on an absolute scale, had not scarred the star cluster for four thousand years. Yet the earth-shaking ferocity of this assault bespoke of more than a cursory raid. This was war.
That's a long time to be at peace in the imperium (or what passes for peace in this galaxy)

Page 23
The very fact that the message had been sourced from the Medina Corridor, three weeks of non-warp travel by frigate, attested to its importance.
The context makes it sounds like he came from out-system, which is odd because.. it can't be sublight. 3 Light weeks (even assuming they could instantl ymake near-c) wouldn't be anywhere close to another system. it might mean another planet in teh same system, but... *shrugs*

Another possibility is this is one of those Inquisitorial "secrets' - some have reverse engineered or "borrowed" non warp FTL tech and have certian vessels that can make the trip (like Tau ether drive.. most likely source IMHO) - possible but probably not very common (it would be radicalism certianly lol)

Page 24
By the time Roth embarked on his three-week journey from the Bastion Stars to the Medina Corridor, the invasion of Medina had been seething for five months.
Again this implies a 3 week journey between two separate systems, not travelling within a system.

Page 24
They were the Ironclad, corsairs of the Eastern Fringe that had plagued Medina shipping lanes with sporadic small-scale attacks for the past six centuries.
...
Conservative reconnaissance estimates placed enemy numbers at seven million.

The regiments of the Cantican Colonial, the primary Imperial Guard formation of the Medina Worlds, numbered no more than nine hundred thousand, including auxiliary support units and noncombat corps.
...
Far more troubling was the constant stream of intelligence that the Ironclad were only a vanguard force. Khorsabad Maw’s seven million Ironclad were the spear-tip of a Chaos armada en route from beyond the Fringe.
the current military situation. They're outnumbered by nearly 8 to 1, and probably more than twice that given the actual troop numbers mentioned later (and that isn't all for the enemy forces.)

We also learn they are at or on the Eastern Fringe, which means we're in the far edge of Ultima Segmentum. Rather interesting they seemed to be getting detailed, reliable intel on enemy troop movements through space. Probes? psychic detection? Isn't specified.

Page 24
...Imperial reinforcements amassed in the neighbouring systems of the Shoal Clusters and the Bastion Stars. Medina had little strategic value for the subsector. Despite a combined population of sixteen billion, the Medina Corridor was, for all intents and purposes, a sacrificial lamb.
Medina corridor only seems to be part of the Subsector, and a relatively unimportant one at that. and yet it still has 16 billion people in it. Some of the sources seem to speak as if medina corridor is a system (or next ot the system) so this may be referencing the population of this particular system (which has a number of planets.) If so, then this is interesting considering how "unimportant" we are told this system is supposed to be (contrast with Dark Creed, where an important system had something like 400 billion or so.)

Page 25
Amidst the elliptical crescent of the Medina Corridor, the Imperial 9th Route Fleet moored at high anchor.

They were five dozen ships submerged by pink sparks of starlight, floating like a trillion motes of dust. The barbed, knife-like frigates and ponderous spears of Imperial cruisers clustered in protective formations. As fleets went, this was by no means a large one.
At best a subsector force, possibly even smaller than that. And 'five dozen' starships with at least cruisers and frigates, is not a "large one" We dont know if it includes nonmilitary ships or troop transports, but it may be. On the other hand this is the '9th Route Fleet" which suggets they are naval vessels alone. I guess it depends whether this is a temperory/ad hoc formation for the duration of the crisis or a routine detachment to cover this region of space (analogous to 'battlefleet koronus.') Given its composition and relatively peaceful nature, i'd assume its mostly escrots anyhow (good for patrol and piracy, and cheap and easy to maintain in numbers.)

Really it could go either way. At the very least it is only part of a sector battlefleet.

Page 25
The Carthage, the nucleus of the 9th Route Fleet, was a grand cruiser over nine kilometres in length. It was an old ship, even by Imperial standards. From its gilded arrowhead prow to the fluted reactor banks of its warp drives...
...
On board the cubic kilometre expanse of the Carthage’s docking
hangar...
flagship is a grand cruiser, 9 km long (longer than the 7-7.5 km grand cruisers in the BFK book anyhow.) It also has a 1x1x1 km docking bay... prboably has another on the other side (meaning the ship is at least 1 km tall and 2 km wide.) This would also hint at a carrier role for the ship.

Page 26
His two score bodyguards, flexing muscles beneath their
rubberised sheath armour...
Rubberised body armor.

Page 27
At two metres tall, the Inquisitor reared well above the shorter Khmer. The phalanx of provost marshals squared up and edged in. Their tower-length ballistic shields and shock mauls were held low but ready.
Roth's height.. and 'provost marhsals' with shields and shock mauls. Are they guard or navy? Hard to say. Probably the sam bodyguards discussed above tho.

page 30
His spine had been broken and reinforced during the Fall of the Fifth Republic in the Corsican Subsector.
at least one Republic in the imperium.

Page 30
“Naga is conquered. Ninvevah, Baybel and Tarsis. All satellite planets taken by Chaos,” said Gurion as he indicated each planet on the map. “Imperial forces have retreated to a war of attrition on the core worlds of Medina — Cantica, Aridun and Kholpesh.”
At least 7 planets in the Medina Corridor. The map on the front implies up to twelve, if I am reading it right. nine named planets (or areas, at least) Again whether this is a systme or subsector is up for debate.. If its a system some of those might be moons or osmething./

Also, attrition warfare. If they are fighting that with only 400K troops (mentioned later) against 7 million they must be inflicting horrendous losses on the enemy even if they are losing. They've been fighting for five months now and are expected to last another three.

Page 34
Inquisitor Roth had suited up in his Spathaen fighting-plate.
...
The chrome trauma-plates afforded him a degree of buoyancy...
Roth's body armor. Seems to be a kind of lightweight carapace.

Page 35
The inquisitor rose slowly, looking imperious in a long cape of carbon-ceramic polyfibres. The loom-woven armour glowed brass under the light of
the hololith.
Roth's mentor's armour. Also interesting

Page 36
“I have also come into possession of orbital reconnaissance photos detailing the mass excavations which have taken place across the surface of conquered worlds.”

He cued the grainy high-altitude reconnaissance pict. Roth squinted at the black and white hololith of excavaion quarries that, judging by the comparative size of nearby terrain features, were a kilometre deep.
...
He zoomed out to show a high orbital shot of the several subjugated worlds. The Archenemy had been so voracious in their digging that they had gouged into the equator lines of the planets, like a series of zagging claw marks. Most of the excavation quarries seemed to navigate the entire circumference of a planet.
Scope of the mining efforts by Chaos across the planets captured in 5 months, using captures slave labour (millions, billions perhaps.)

Page 39
The parts of his Mk III Sunfury were laid out neatly at the foot of Gurion’s bed. Barrel, cocking cam, trigger assembly, bolt assembly. The weapon was a monster, a gas-operated cyclical pistol...
...
...It was a gentleman’s Parabellum with the bark of a military-grade cannon. He bolstered it in a shoulder rig..
What kind of cannon we don't know... perhaps an autocannon (suggesting anywhere from double to triple digit kj at least to single digit MJ?) It seems a rather compact weapon too for a shoulder rig.

Page 39
He limbered up, checking the smoothness of his Spathaen fighting-plate. The fluid interlocking plates of chromatic silver were fitted in such a way as to allow complete fluidity of movement.

Everything from the shoulder domes to the sleek shin greaves were designed to slip and turn the ballistic properties of an attack.
Roth's body armor. Carapace like, seems designed for mobility and evasion as well as for ballistic protection.

Page 39
...Roth then donned a knee-length tabard of tiny tessellating obsidian
scales. As he moved, the tiny panes of psi-reactive glass clinked like the scales of a sea serpent.
Psychic protection. Alot like a vitriian glass body armor, only against psychic attack.

Page 39
His right hand hummed with a low magnetic drone. The weapon was a Tang War-pattern power fist, a slim-fitting silver gauntlet. Lighter and smaller than the standard designs issued amongst Imperial officers, this elegantly slender power fist had been seized from the armoury of a narco-baron on Sans Gaviria during Roth’s tenure as an interrogator.
compact power fist too.. seems not to be so unique, but not common either.

Page 40
Repeating crossbows, hunting autos, long-las, needle pistols...
...
..the huntsman selected a bullpup autogun, slender and spidery in frame.
..
...took out a scoped autorifle. This one was much longer, its stock painted in dashes of greens and greys. Silverstein tested the trigger with a click, toggled the safety and racked the bolt.
...
..he grudgingly struggled into a flak vest, a basic piece of Guard kit that Silverstein had hand-painted a woodland camouflage onto.
...
Strapping on a utility belt, the huntsman began to stuff items into the various pouches — composite-polymer cord, auspex, tranquillisers, bolos and a large serrated skinning knife.
Roth's assistant, Silverstein - gears up. He only sticks with the scoped autorifle though, which seems bolt action.

Page 42
Roth spared Gurion a look as he counted out fusion canisters for his pistol.
...
Roth unholstered his Sunfury and loaded a fusion canister into the pistol grip.
Plasma pistol power source. Again his weapon must be very compact if it can load up in the grip.

Page 42-43
“I will contact you during the Cantican dawn on the fifth day, by astropath. Have Celemine prepare herself for conveyance. In the event I am not able to reach you, I will repeat the conveyance once every second day, for a week."
Astorpathic comm protocol. Intersting that a non-astropath can receive (at least with training.) - although she is also an inquisitior.

Page 45
Although Cantica was the defensive buttress of the Medina Corridor, its military had collapsed under the invasion. Within the subsector, Cantica was strategically insignificant, yet within Medina the planet was a lone sentry.
...
...a heavy blitzing attack that had allowed the Cantican Colonial Regiments no time to formulate a cohesive defence. The CantiCol, a formation of light infantry spread thin over the entire star system, had not been enough to even temporarily slow the Archenemy momentum.
Cantica, which seems to be the primary hub of military power for the Medina Corridor... and it is garrisone dby light infantry. It's also the biggest core world.

Page 45
It had started four months previously with an aerial deployment of Archenemy Harrier-class raiders that perforated the Imperial Naval pickets.
harrier class raiders (new class) as well as pickets stationed around the systme separate from the aforementioned fleet, perhaps.

Page 46
...the Ironclad, raiders well versed in the art of amphibious warfare
— stormed the beachheads of the Cantican Gulf. An enemy force, primarily infantry numbering some one hundred and fifty thousand.
Amphibious warfare.. in the 40th millenium


Page 47
The stratocraft swept in on an arcing descent. It hurtled low, hugging the ocean surface of the Cantican Gulf to reduce its radar signature. The servitor pilot skimmed so close, its turbine burners hollowed out a tail of steam and boiling water in its wake.

...
The craft was a modified Naval sixty-tonner, its armaments stripped to carry exhaust dampeners, counter-stealth radars and extended fuel capacity. Had it been spotted from the ground, the craft would have appeared as a dart, its needle-like cockpit perched on massive quad-engines.

Toothless, sharp, its profile had a minimal radar cross-section and its dampeners reduced its infrared footprint, rendering it almost invisible to Archenemy surveillance.
modified 60 ton naval aircraft, stealthed out for close insertion. Useful capabilities. Also capable of low level subsonic flight (20 m) and has a servitor pilot (another useful capability.)

Page 49
The xenos game-hunter reared up, the yellow lenses of his pupil augmentations narrowed to targeting reticules as they homed in on distant targets. A tabulation of data began to scroll down the periphery of his vision, analysing the distance, climate and movement signatures.

+++ Buraghand, Upper city state —
Cantica: 7255 metres distant
Visibility Spectrums: Noon Visible
Heat/Wind: High/High
Movement Signatures: 41% +++
Silverstein's augmetic eyes and their capabilities.

Page 51
Inquisitor Roth had researched the Cantican Colonials prior to entering the star system.
...
Although a little-known regiment, the CantiCol were the Medina
Corridor’s primary troop formation. According to census, four hundred thousand Guardsmen were garrisoned thinly across the Medina system alongside indigenous PDF elements.
...
The regiments had been raised six thousand years ago from the Cantican loyalists of the Reclamation Wars. They had been the few warring dust tribes to aid the Imperium during the Reclamation and were thus the only regiment granted the right to defend the entire region.
The Canticol forces in system. And yes it seems to reference the Medina Corridor as encompassing the whole system. it must be part of a network of warp routes or something or a linking point i a single route. Rather odd that a native-raised Guard force is still allowed to serve in and defend the same system. I mean maybe not on the same planet...

Also assuming that they tithe from the PDF that might suggest some 4 million PDF. which with the IG forces would explain "war of attirtion" a tad better. It also means that of the 900,000 or so troops mentioned before, 400,000 were soldiers and the rest were the support and other elements.

This also provides an interesting "bookmark" to Dark Creed, which was an important system (and gave us population and military numbers as ewll). We might potentially infer a single system has between 19 billion and 400 billion (the population in Dark Creed) and a garrison might be between 400 thousand and 5 billion.

It depends on if its a single system or a series of planets. assuming a million system Imperium we're talking some 19 quadrillion people (or 400 quadrillion going by Dark Creed figures) at least. That also means some 400 billion to 5 quadrillion garrison troops. I'm tending to lean more towards the lower limit than the upper limit in this caes, but it does provide interesting numbers as far as garrisons and such go. If Its a series of planets.. well divide by how many per planet or whatever.. :P

page 52
Spent casings and power cells littered the area.
rather odd that a lasgun power cell is discarded when 'spent' - since they are supposed to be (as a rule) rechargable. I guess some might be non-rechagable too! more power per shot perhaps, but it would greatly increase logistical concerns.

Page 55
He was an impressive head and shoulders taller than all the Canticans.


I take this to mean Roth is maybe 30 cm or so shorter.. which means the Canticans are some 1.7 M or so, give or take 10 cm either way.

Page 57
Over the centuries, these cities were eroded by the seething dust storms and
relentless suns until new cities were raised over the skeletons of the old. This natural cycle of construction had continued over the course of millennia, strata upon strata of ossified structures, growing as vertically as it did laterally, forming a mantle of architectural under-ruins, a labyrinth of archaeology that went five kilometres deep.

It was here, driven four kilometres underneath Upper Buraghand, that Inquisitor Roth came upon the isolated pockets of Imperial resistance. Down through an arterial maze they descended, groping their way through structures so old that natural rock growth and man-made construction had fused into one organic cavern.
underlevels or ruins of the city extend for over 4-5 km below the surface. Which gives you an idea of how deep an Exterminatus would have to reach to exterminate those people. Small wonder some deep level bombardments leave the crust molten, eh? ;)

Page 61
Hooded sodium lamps powered by a ballast generator kept the perpetual night at bay.
Also mentioned are "chemical fires' which i gather is like the chemical bricks from the Ghosts series used for heat and light.

Ballast generator is interesting as it may give us an idea of what sort of recharging system the Guard might use in the field. Although they wouldnt neccesarily draw the full power of the generator :)

page 62-63
“But a month ago hundreds of thousands more came from the skies, deploying column after column of armour and mechanised infantry. The depleted garrisons didn’t last out for more than two days.”
...

...the revelation that Cantica had been subjugated by conventional warfare...
There weren't just troops. IT was armour and mechanised forces too. These are some well equipped cultists we can say that. This was also 'conventional warfare"

Page 64-65
The figures stood atop the mound and peered directly down at him,
well within shooting distance.
...
"I’ve targeted seven of them, one hundred and twentytwo metres away up on the ridge, and I don’t think they’ve got a scent."
122 m is "within firing range" - which I assume also means Roth and his plasma pistol.

Page 68
As he spoke, his words were crystallised into data and conducted along microscopic veins of quartz within the signet. The current of information flowed through the circuit and was encrypted, transforming sound waves into
codified symbols.
Inquisitorial signet ring. handy lil device.

Page 69
They had taken turns to disembody themselves, soaring their psychic entities
high above the minarets of Buraghand.The threat of being ambushed by other psychic entities, especially on a world subjugated by the Archenemy was all too imminent.
...
Roth had ingested three tablets of melatonin, but even that did not kept his mind fresh.
Out of body psychic search for fellow Inquisitor. implies that Chaos may have psykers ready to detect and attakc suhc searches.

Page 69
Celemine’s raw psychic potential could be eta-level but she was still young, and at best she currently skimmed a very potent kappalevel.
psychic level of the Inquisitor in quesiton.


Page 70
Four kilometres below the surface, Roth’s physical body tremored
momentarily and his left lung fibrillated.
Lower limit on range of out of body search, as well as indication of the toll it can take when prolonged.

Page 71
Compared to Celemine, Roth was not a powerful psyker by any
means, but what he lacked in raw potency, he made up for with a singular will to focus. Like the body, the mind could be vigorously trained. Meditation, psychic sparring and even the simple puzzle book could all be tools for psychic prowess, as much as weights, callisthenics and nutrition could build the body. Roth regularly honed himself, and was considered omicron-level by his peers.
Roth's psi level, as well as comment on training vs talent/potential when it comes to psychic power. I suspect the 'training" has more to do with improving efficiency and the ability to use one's potential more efficiently, rather than just boosting raw power.

Page 74 - mention of "guard issue' tea.

Page 80
Roth opened fire with his plasma pistol. The mini-nova of energy pulverised an Ironclad as he was dismounting, liquefying his breastplate into molten metal and fusing him to the truck chassis.
Assuming a 5-10 kg mass for the breastplate, we're talking 6-12 MJ at least. Probably accurate to within an Order of magnitude either way.

Page 80
He had moved next to Roth, his vision unfazed by the night.
Silverstein's augmetics have night vision capacity. Or more probably thermal, since they can observe life signs and vitals.

Page 83
“Our men have fought bravely and beyond reprove. But we cannot deny the fact that our strategy of attrition will lose us this war.
...
"..I declare we withdraw and consolidate with gathering Imperial reinforcements in the inner subsector.”
Medina passage sesems to be only one system in the subsector, not the whole subsector itself, which suggests it is in fact the medina system alone concerning this battle.

Also a Imperial commander deciding.. attrition won't solve anything. I'm pretty sure by some that would be heresy :P

Page 85
Gloved in a cameleoline bodyglove that shifted with every spectrum of grey and black, the man appeared like a deathly spectre.
Officio Assassinorum agent/representative.

Page 90
A single slug impacted into his shoulder pauldron, piercing the fighting-plate and mushrooming within the armour. Spinning shrapnel bounced around, lacerating his shoulder. Hollow points for tissue rending, was the only thought that ran through Roth’s mind.
Autogun round. Interesting that first it penetrates, then expands/fragments inside... and is considered a hollowpoint. Go figure.

Page 90
..Orphratean Purebred. Eugenically bred humans with their long lean frames poured into snakeskin bodygloves...
...
Each mercenary shouldered an EN-Scar autogun. The matt-black carbines...
Yet another gorup or eugenically created, wariror cast mercs used in the Imperium. note the gun. Zou seems fond of "modifying' names of real life weapons for use in 40K liek that :P

Page 91
Genetically superior men of the warrior caste in
Orphrates, the Orphratean Purebred had seen limited action since the beginning of the Medina Campaign. Utilised by Imperial forces to augment special operations capacity that the Cantican Colonials so severely lacked, these mercenaries had been and still were, as far as Roth was aware, under the employ of Imperial High Command.
According to the map at the beginning of the novel, these troops are from a planet within the same system/area (cluster of systems?).. and the Imperium is employing them to bolster their own forces. Makes you wonder why they don't just conscript them.

Page 92
She immediately threw up an illusory wall at her enemy,
hazing the darkness into a formless, nauseating depth of vertigo. It was her favourite trick, and in the low visibility of night it was enough to throw off aim and destabilise equilibrium.
Inquisitor Celemine's visual trick.

page 92
She announced her presence with a hand-flamer. The jet of liquid fire roared into the shadows, flushing the Purebred from their cover. She killed five before the flames lost pressure and licked back into the muzzle.
Single burst from a hand flamer kills 5 Purebred. 25% of body area for 3rd degree and 30% for second degree is needed to kil (in theory) which means that 2500-3400 sq cm needs to be burned (minimum) 25 j/sq cm for 2nd and up to 50 j sq cm for third maybe.. 80-125 kJ at least per blast. 400 kj to 625 kj for the entire flame blast minimum Assuming full obdy 3rd degree burns? something like half a megajoule per body.. 2.5 MJ. It's still conservative as not all the flamer fuel will touch the bodies. According to DH we might figure between .15 and .1 kg of fuel is used for a single shot, suggesting a flame thrower might do 4-25 MJ per kg of fuel with each shot.

Page 94
Power fists, Roth knew, were primarily developed as anti-armour devices. From experience, a power fist could rend the flank armour of a battle-tank, scooping out great handfuls of molten steel.

Against human flesh, the results did not bear thinking about. Roth was literally covered in Orphratean Purebred within a matter of seconds.

He heaved the eviscerated body off him...
Power fist eviscerates a human. If it melts tank armor and can scoop out a "handful" of molten steel... Assume a 10x10cm, 3 cm "thick" handful.. we might talk about 1-2 Kg.. which assuming iron woudl be worth a megajoule or two easily.

Page 94
A round slammed into the segmented trauma plates of his abdomen. The ballistic apron tensed on impact, absorbing the kinetic force. Although the deep tissue bruising would be severe, the round did not penetrate.
Another en SCAR round. this time they call it an autocarbine, and it doesn't penetrate. This may suggest Roth's armour has varying thicknesses at differnet points, or the rounds being fired are just barely able to reach the threshold for penetration (V50 in body armor terms i believe.. where 50% would be stopped and 50% would penetrate.) If it were like a real life FN SCAR we might be dealing with 5.56 NATO or 7.62MM NATO, or even 7.62x39mm.


Page 97
The round entered his forehead. With an explosive spray it exited out the back of his skull, his iron headpiece opening up like a flower in bloom.
Effect of (probable) autoround.

Page 102-103
“I’ve brought you some soup to share,”
...
“It’s only dehyd but it’s cold tonight.”
...
The soup, despite being Guard ration, was not bad
either. Thick and salty, it just reminded him of a rich cattle consommé. But only just.
guard rations.

Page 105
"Captain Pradal riskedraising vox contact on an Imperial frequency."
...
"There is a battalion of Cantican Guardsmen, fighting hard about twenty
kilometres north-west of Buraghand city.”
Portable vox set of some kind had 20 km range.

Page 105
The FPVs were squat, hog-nosed four-wheelers with an open passenger side chassis. A side-mounted heavy stubber panned out from the exposed opening, the gunner hunched down behind a mantlet.
Chaos troops using Fighting Patrol Vehicles. I'll guess its something like the IMperial Guard Tauros Venator or military light vehicles (like armed dune buggy things)

Page 106
A piston ram, thirty kilograms of solid metal..
Door breaching tool.

page 107
A thread of wire fastened to the door had been hooked up to an
overhead cinch, which in turn pulled taut on a brace of grenades.
...
The grenades exploded with the sound of clapping concrete. Sixty thousand anti-personnel ball bearings shredded the boiler room. In an instant the plastered walls eroded into a perforated sponge.

Of the Archenemy who had stormed the room, most were caught in a solid curtain of expanding shrapnel. The after-shock blew out every window of the tenement block that had not already been broken, and the windows of tenements several streets way.
Two "grenades" release 60K antipersonnel ball bearings.

For a comparative example see the Claymore Mine 700 10.5 grain (.68 gram)
ball bearings at 1200 m/s. The latter link incidentally says it is the same size as #4 buckshot, which is about 1.35 grams. You get about 450 - 972 J per shot. Which means that those two grenades had potentially 27 to 58 MJ at least amongst them. Sufficed to say that is.. alot. and it makes me think that maybe the shot was alot smaller. Assuming equivalent to #9 buckshot and say a velocity of only 1000 m/s (per this site, although this suggests 1500 m/s velocity.. you might get 15 j per 'pellet'. Thats 'only 900 kj which suits better, I suppose, but that's birdshot and birdshot is, I think, not terribly effective at killing people.

Assuming an arbitrary 50-100 J per shot we get between 3-6 MJ of Ke, which is still alot but not quite as insane as the earlier calc. Either way I'm thinking these are some damn powerful and effective grenades, and it owuld be considerably more efficient than a claymore, which tells you something about the power and efficiency of imperial chemical explosives, methinks.

Another possibility is its some kind of "microshrapnel" grenade.. which we know have existed (remember the coin sized super grenades.. another example of the insanely effective chemical explosives and fragmentation devices they can create.)

Page 108-109
...Fure had the bronze skin and pale olive-green eyes that marked him as Purebred, a product of human eugenics.
...
..a Lugos Hi-Power autopistol...
...
Now the entire economy of Orphrates relied
on the capital inflows of its famed mercenaries.
- Lugos "hi-power" pistol. Yet another real life stand in, I suppose. And a Merc economy. and human eugenics.

Page 113
The last battalion of the 26th Colonial Artillery...
...
..twelve hundred men of the 26th
Artillery "battalion" 1200 men, some of whom can fight, at least.. and also has heavy weaponry.

Page 113
Every day the Archenemy had assaulted that pale, coarse-grained
intrusion of igneous tusk over three hundred metres in height. Every day the warren of caves within the batholith had repelled them with guns and artillery.
...
Ever since the Guard had been stationed at the cave temples they
had coined it the “Barbican”. The three thousand Archenemy dead that littered the dry prairie attested to that.
Height of the cave networks/temples being defended by the artillery battalion. The "Barbican" also estimated enemy dead.

Page 114
..sixty-pounders had bombarded the Archenemy positions, harassing them and taunting them into suicidal charges. The great guns vibrated the caverns with their recoil, lobbing shells beyond the Erbus canal five kilometres out.

Although sustained enemy assaults had inflicted five hundred and ninety-two casualties, the battalion kept fighting.
sixty pounder.. aobut the calibre of a basilisk (132mm.. close enough.) Range of at least 5 km. 27 kg shell.

Also battalion losses. 592 for 3000 so far A bit over 5 Cultists for every one guardsmen.

Page 115
Shuffling over to the cave mouth he peered down at the Barbican, which sprawled out beneath him.
...
The slope was broken by almost vertical cliffs in some places — rocky,
bare, precipitous and irregular. At its plateau, batteries of field artillery bristled like a roc’s nest, heavy Earthshaker barrels saluting the horizon.
The Barbican again. I'm not sure if the plateau bit is meant to describe the top of the barbican or not. Probably. which suggests they are close to the top.

Page 117
When Roth had requested a military-grade cryptographer, he had forgotten that military-grade often stood for obsolete, un-serviced and possibly broken.

The cipher machine was a heavy-duty cogitator set up in the sand-bagged belly of the Barbican.

Its porcelain casing was furred with dust, the spindles and keystrokes cracked and faded. Several hundred rusty cables spooled out from underneath its skirting like the tentacles of an undersea leviathan. Roth had never in all his years of service seen a cogitator like it.
...
.tapping on the loom pedals as she adjusted the bristle of cogs and dials. The
machine purred, and a flower of ivory set above the mantle of the machine began to gyrate, signalling the decoder’s activation. Roth tried to busy himself with the cables, trying to look useful.
...
Celemine plugged Delahunt’s signet into the cipher’s central
feed, winking data pulses into the machine’s logic engines. Her other hand began to spool paper out from the mouth of a porcelain cherub’s face set into the machine’s side casing.
Example of high tech gear on the planet for the battalion. :

Page 117-118
"This signet is magenta-level encryption and this decoder is garbage-level decryption. Its logic engines have to penetrate the data’s enigma coding and polyalphabetic substitution."
Inquisitorial encryption, i guess.

Page 119-120
...sentry in one of the forward observation caves overlooking the northern approach when he saw them — Archenemy foot scouts silently scouring up the steep scree slope no more than two hundred metres away.
...
The Archenemy fired first. A flak rocket, most likely from a shoulder launcher, screamed overhead, trailing a ragged spine of smoke.

It spiralled wildly before exploding forty metres uphill in a scatter of rock fragments.
...
They thundered up the slope in a staggered line, closing the two hundred metre distance fast.
...
But beyond the infantry screen, kicking up a curtain of dust, mechanised columns rolled across the Erbus canal in support.
...
All at once, the three perimeter positions, two cave bunkers and a concrete pillbox opened fire. Captain Pradal had bellied down behind the gunpit’s lone heavy bolter. The forty kilogram gun bucked like an industrial drill, even when Pradal threw his weight behind it. Fat
Range of a flak rocket.. possibly rifle range too. at least a close in heavy weapons range. Heavy bolter masses 40 kg, with heavy recoil even though rocket propelled ammo, May be firing on the vehicles too (which are futher away.. maybe half a km or so given what is stated shortly.

Page 120
He smelt the methane stink of fyceline as his weapon ejected
steaming-hot cartridges.
Fyceline (propellant/) seems to have a methane component to it.

Page 120
The shell’s mass-reactive payload ruptured its target, throwing up a fan of blood and dry brown grass.
Heavy bolter round.

Page 121
Bolters, autocannons and heavy stubbers
Battalion support weapons.

Page 121
Now half a kilometre off, the mechanised assault was only just closing in. Growling, fuming, howling — no less than fifty fighting patrol vehicles, gun-trucks and Chimeras supported by a full lance of KL5 Scavenger-pattern light tanks. The eight-wheeled tanks....
Enemy armour 'now a km off' - the infantry is less than 50 m away. That tends to suggest that if the line of advance was constant, the tanks had started out some 600-700 m away. Scavenger tanks - something tells me they're IMPERIUM STRYKERS or something :P
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Re: Bastion Wars series Analysis thread

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Part 2... one of the things about this first book thta was interesting was the way it bounced from world to world to world, offering a slightly different depiction of warfare. I think that was one of those strong points of this series, since it had an 'Eisenhorn' like sense of epicness to it that the other two novels lacked.



Page 122
Pradal shifted the heavy bolter and lined up one of the fast-approaching KL5s under the iron sights. He unleashed a long sustained blast that sent Shockwaves rippling up to his shoulders. The heavy rounds spanged off the tank’s frontal hull, erupting in a chain of small explosions.

Underneath the coiling smoke and punctured plating, the tank was not affected.
KL5s resistant to heavy bolter fire.

Page 122
Now only three hundred metres away, the columns began to fan out into a cavalry line. Tracers flashed into them, the shriek of solid slugs impacting on metal. A handful of FPVs and gun trucks caught fire as fuel tanks combusted,...
FPVs and gun trucks at close range seem to fall victim to the support weaponry, at least.

Page 122
The Archenemy were upon them now. Ironclad infantry dismounted from their motorised convoy, struggling up the hill against the teeth of Imperial fire. To Pradal’s right, a light tank rolled in line with the forward pill-box. Its turret slowly traversed, lining up the fortification with a chain-fed autocannon.
"chain fed autocannon" on the KL5s. also the infantry dismount some ~300 m away.


Page 122
The KL5 fired and he felt rather than heard the cataclysm, as sixty kilo-tonnes of kinetic energy split open thirty-centimetre thick rockcrete.
Oh yeah... To be honst I'm kinda doubtful that it literally was 60 kt... Tempting as it might be the recoil would be impossible to handle unless you were a Titan, and the explosive payload would require each shell to be a mini nuke. Maybe, but doubtful, unless it was a fusion shaped charge or a melta charge... which I am kinda skeptical is the case.

Several possibilities occur:

a.) it was 60 kilojoules, not kt. b.) 60 kg of KE (in TNT equivalents) which is ~240 MJ. Still an insanely great amount, but more believable. c.) 60 tonnes of TNT.. more excessive than kg, but still better than kilotons. d.) "tonnes" is a unit of force rather than energy, and KE is just misuse. That might work better, although 60 kt of force (600,000,000 N) is still alot, although how it is applied is up for debate. Maybe its expressing force, and means tonnes or kg.. which might be more managable.

I'm inclined to think its describing force. A Shaped charge will generate a pressure of 10 million atmospheres on the target. (1 trillion newtons per m^2) Assuming a 20-30mm round (and if I am doing the math right!) you would get roughly the same amount of force implied above by the aforementioned projectile. I'm not 100% certain and it could be wrong, but it at least suggests this offers a more plausible line of reasoning than just assuming kilotonnes of KE hit :P It also depends on the kind of shaped charge.

We might be able to calc the effect on 30 cm thick and that penetration. According to this the 25mm Bushmaster can penetrate 16" of concrete.. althoguh that's not neccesarily "split open. But it can pack around 120 kj into the round. This source lists similar instances, and also discusses the 25mm bushmaster.. generally you need more than 10 rounds (15-20) to create a decent sized hol (Beccause the armor piercing round makes a small hole, obviously) - which might mean the above is a burst of fire rahter than a single shot. Or it might be a single very powerful round.

We know it ought to be less powerful than a 105mm though, given that this source mentions a 105mm gun punching through 1-1.5 M of reinforced concrete.

it seems likely that we're talking somehwere in the hundreds of kj rnage or so regardless.. not much more than a few MJ at most (if that, and if that it may require multiple shots). Alot of it however depends on the properties of concrete, of course.

Either interpretaiton works, and they may both work together... but what the hey :P


Page 122-123
Half a kilometre up, a whickering salvo of enemy fire belted the highest defensive line. Defensive breastworks of interlacing logs, sticks and clay mortar bore the ruptured scarring o f heavy-calibre rounds.
...
Celemine threw herself flat as a javelin of las-fire fizzed into her cave bunker. It dissolved a neat hole into the pilgrim’s shrine at the rear of the cave.
...
"The enemy are too far out of range, inquisitor, it would be a waste,”
...
Celemine beckoned as Jagdesh belly-crawled over with a shoulder-launched missile. He was right of course; at five hundred metres, the frag missile would likely propel away in a wild spiral at two hundred.
Again missile ranges of 200 m.. although it suggests that the infantry battle (lasweapons) was occuring at significantly greater ranges. at least 500 meters, possiblty as much as 800-1000 m, given that the infantry were 300-500 meters in the prior scene before dismounting. Figure lasrifle range (of some kind - it isnt neccesairly *accurate* range) is between 500-1000 m.

Lasfire "dissolves' a neat hole in a shrine. Non explosive.

Page 123-124
Jagdesh held the launcher tube upright as Trooper Gansukh fixed the shaped-charge warhead.
...
She saw tinder sparks flashing from camouflaged gun-holes, weapons nests and fortified cave-temples. She saw Ironclad dismount from their transports to storm the defences like tiny silver beetles below.
...
Resting the launcher over the edge of the breastwork, she aligned the sights on a KL5 light tank, two hundred metres and closing.
...
The warhead itself trailed a coiled serpent of smoke in its wake, stabiliser fins snapping. For over two hundred metres it stayed on trajectory, until the rocket lost momentum and crazed off target.
...
Celemine concentrated hard and reached out with her mind, snagging the warhead and forcing it back on path. She could feel the whirr of the gyro motor, jumping against her control as if she were cradling the rocket in her hands. It flew up in a catapulting loop before spearing back down on the KL5. Celemine hooked it down onto the turret and the missile did what it was designed for. Its copper rocket sheath punched through the enemy plating and high explosives rocked the tank from inside out.
Celemine uses Tk power to drop a shaped charge munition on the top of a light tank to demolish it. Warhead seems to be tandem charge.. shaped charge penetrator and HE when inside.

Assuming the thing behaves like iether a LAW or an RPG-7 we're probably looking at 200-500+ kg*m/s worth of momentum diverted onto the tank... which isn't exaclty super Jedi skill but its pretty impressive considering its a rocket and its precise.

Also, the 200 m range she specifies is probably an error, since the earlier stuff already mentioned they were out of range (ence the TK trick0 at 500 m.

We also get mention again of Celemine spotting the troops dismounting and opening ifre, as well as Canticol troops opening fire back from positions, indicating that my earlire assessment about ranges and such may have been accurate. (in any case there would be the elevation plus distances to account for.)

Page 126
They had fired a total of over sixty thousand shells, missiles, las-charges and solid slugs.
Weapons expenditure over the course of a day. Assuming most of that was lascharges we might figure 70-100 shots expended. Seems rather tiny for a 12 hour period, doesnt it?

Page 134
When the man spoke, it was not with the monotone he had grown accustomed to. Instead, it was the soft, canting lilt of Felyce Celemine. It never failed to disturb him. Someone had once explained to Gurion that through the psychic connection, the mediator became one with the messenger, mimicking emotions, voice patterns and even body language. That did not make it any less disconcerting to an old non-psyker.
...
“Gurion. I don’t know if it’s safe to commune. It’s very loud here. Very violent and colourful. I need you to listen to what we know,” mouthed the astropath.
Celemine and the astorpath commune psychically. Admitteldy they are within an in-system distance rather than between systems. We dont know exact distances, but it can't be more than a few billion km from the planet.. we're talking hundreds, maybe some thousands of times c. maybe a few tens of thousands of c tops. It's mostly realtime at whatever distance though.

I should note this does not mean that Celemine neccesarily could transmit between planetary systems - its not just speed but signal quality/clarity.. she might be too weak to do so over a more than inter-system distances.

In any case it shows a definite non-symbolic means of communications for astrotelepaths (at short ranges anyhow), and it does show that normal psykers can at least partly emulate the abilities (if not the range/power) of astropathic communcation.

Page 140
For the first time the Ironclad engaged the Imperial Guard point-blank.
...
Despite the shock of the Ironclad charge, the Cantican Colonials seemed like a bulwark that could not be moved. They stood firmly, shoulder to shoulder, forming a bristling phalanx of lasguns, heavy weapons, cannon and rocket. They laid down a furious killing zone two hundred metres out, hewing down the churning press of Ironclad.
200 m is "point blank" range for lasguns and heavy weapons. That would suggest effective ranges could be at least several times that (500-600m )

Page 140-141
Despite sustaining las-rounds to the leg and upper torso, Colonel Gamburyan continued to rally the battalion.
...
The colonel died behind the lost of a smoking heavy bolter. He was shot a total of thirteen times, but it was a ricochet slug entering beneath his chin that finally claimed him.
Number of shots needed ot take colonel down. I don't think its particularily superhuman, I'd imagiine alot of that is just the body armor making the wounds survivable (or just stopping them). It shows perhaps how effective flak can be at reducing the severity of wounds if it doesnt stop it. What's more, it can't be the rigid plats because non of the Canticol ver showed that. It would be the soft, flexible layered flak.

Page 144
His bioptics watched the heat signature slowly fade, and the pulse
signs taper flat to nothing.
Silverstein's augmetic eyes can note vital signs.

Page 145
The deployment of the Ironclad was limited; CantiCol reconnaissance estimated seventy thousand enemies at most, judging by drop-ship disposition. Even then, most had been driven away from the inhabited southern belt by the chain’s aerial defences, into the Cage Isles and scorching wastelands many kilometres out.
some sort of aerial defense. We dont know if its planes, missiles, guns or what. I'd guess guns though, I haven't seen any air support on the planet.

Page 150-151
“How about the Ironclad motorised elements? They ran roughshod through Guard infantry back on Cantica.”
...
“Archenemy forces have been mainly infantry. Vigilant aerial defence have limited their drop zones to the wilderness at least some three hundred kilometres out from the Southern Savannah."
unless its defence lasers I kinda doubt its conventional guns then.

Page 151
"Of the half-dozen satellite worlds, only Sinope remains free and even
then, recent weeks have seen some heavy fighting there. Kholpesh has mired to a war of attrition that we do not have the numbers to win.”
Nine worlds then. 3 main and six satellite worlds.

Page 152
"I have a contact, a xeno-archaeologist who
tracked down an item of interest being held for auction by a relic collector on Kholpesh.”
Xeno Archaeologist.

Page 154
The heavy concentration of las-silos and other anti-air defences had
driven enemy deployment out beyond the Cage Isles. By reconnaissance reports, the fragmented islands were now teeming with Archenemy nautical forces. Shoals of iron submersibles, sea-barges and plated galleys filled the Cage Isle channels, their bellies swollen with cargo and enemy troops.
Clarificaiton of the air defences I suppose.

Page 158
Barq was suited in an olive-drab bodyglove, but from the abdomen up he was shod in a hulking armoured rig. His torso, shoulders and arms flexed with thick, cabled plating. The pugnacious outline was reinforced with sledgehammer fists and piston banks along both arms. Multiple heavy-calibre barrels arrayed in racks of eight lined the back of each armoured fist. Despite its armament, it was the milky green of the enamel and the oddly organic curves of Barq’s rig that caught Roth’s attention.

“Xenos-tech?” said Roth as he scaled the ladder.
Barq laughed breezily. “Not quite. I procured this suit from a pompous house of a particular upper-tier hive.”
...

"I had suspicions that they may have had limited dealings with the xenos tau — but benign enough for me to let it slide. They were very grateful and gifted me this marvellous suit."
i suspect this is a Hunter Rig type thing like what is used on Necromunda, except that we're way on the eastenr fringe. It could be that it incorporates tau tech or is acquired (partly) from them, but I doubt they supply all the hive worlds in the Imperium with hunter rigs (despite allegations of such in certain sources.)


Page 160
“And what of the Archenemy?” Roth enquired.
“The aerial defences have driven enemy deployment far out beyond the wastelands. Splinter raiding parties, however, are a real threat,” Barq said.
Again with the aerial defences

Page 161
“Professor Madeline de Medici of the Katon-Rouge Universitariat.”
...
She was a prominent xeno-archaeologist, a leading scholar in her field within
the star system if not the entire subsector.
More on the Xeno-Archaeologist.

Page 161-162
The petrified forest of Eridu lay eight hundred kilometres from the Archenemy demarcation line.

The wilderness was located exactly half-way between the southern savannah of Aridun Civic and the Archenemy amassing beyond the wasteland rim.
Distance of the enemy from the Imperials. Also distance of the enemy forces from the archaeology site.

Page 164-165
"The Archenemy are held at bay less than a day’s
travel from here."
800 km in less than a day for Chaos raiding forces. Whether they are riders, mechanised or motorised I don't know.

Page 168
The piece was nondescript as far as his collection went, an obsolete rifle of stamped metal and ageing wood. Well over a metre in length, its characteristic iron sights, scythe-shaped magazine and hardwood stock bespoke of its age and previous owners. The autogun was crude but it had history.
Space AK-47! And its not the lsagun.

Page 169
"This states that as of 06:00 yesterday, Imperial reinforcements from the Lupina chain-worlds were re-routed away from the Medina war zone. Seventy-six thousand riflemen of the Lupinee 102nd were diverted to shore up defences for
the Bastion Stars.”
There were at least 76,000 other Guardsmen in the sector by now, and quite probably far more. I gathre as well they have been here for some time. They must have arrived in a matter of weeks, probably less.

Page 170
“This is not just any lasgun. See this picatinny rail here?” said Khmer, pointing to the grooved carry handle. “And the shorter length of the barrel and handguard? Modified for airborne deployment?” he continued, indicating towards the polished barrel and the smooth grey polymer of the body.
...
“This is a Guard-issue weapon of the Bravanda Centennial regiments."
Weapons of an Eastern fringe IG regiment lasgun. In keeping with Zou's approach he keeps with the military jargon (picatinny rails and such.) i like it but I could see someone not considering it 40K-sounding.

Page 171-172
"War is conducted by guns and behind every gun, a man. Medina is of no strategic value and I will not waste the lives of my soldiers here, when we could make a stand on the Bastion Stars, alongside the Lupinee Rifles, the Bastion Ward regiments, Montaigh, Arpadis Mortant.”

Gurion sighed deeply. This was Lord Marshal Khmer at his best. For all his egomania, his political viciousness and his pomp and flair, the man was a brilliant leader of men. He would not be wearing his rank if he were anything less. It wounded Gurion to think that he might have to resort to Inquisitorial authority and dethrone the lord marshal. The Medina Campaign was demoralised as it was without the loss of its highest-ranking officer.
Another IG officer who does not waste his men. IT's not neccesarily altruism or compassion - it can be a sort of loyalty or commitment that goes both ways - they trust him to be a good leader and not waste their lives, and he trusts them to do what he wants. A Charismatic commander with the trust of his soldiers can count for much even if he is a complete asshole.

And the inquisitor knows it. This once again shows how realities of a situation and politics can tie their hands despite having supposedly unlimited power.

Page 177
The ascending hum of gas fusion as he powered the Sunfury off safety made him feel secure..
Roth's plasma pistol is powered by "gas fusion" -whatever that is. Maybe he runs the plasma gun on promethium :P

Page 180
Slowly, purposefully, the Assassin unsheathed a razor’s edge from her back. It was not a murder implement; this was a weapon for close-quarter combat. A slivered oblong of metal, the wafer-thin slice of monofilament blade was exactly a metre in length and a uniform one finger’s width wide. In the night, it somewhat resembled a broken sword with a two-handed rubberised grip.
Death Cultist weapon.

Page 181
Then the air erupted with the hammering report of gunfire, sparking and roaring into the still night air. Both Roth and his assassin went to ground as tracers lit up the atrium.
...
...Roth peered up at the muzzle flash. He saw Madeline de Medici, under the
atrium arches, standing in her chiffon nightgown, firing away with a greasy machine pistol.
...
Judging by her frantic rate of fire, her gun would be spent in several seconds.
Rate of fire for a machine pistol.

Page 181
Roth fired four successive shots, a steady draw of the trigger — tap tap tap tap. It unleashed a pillar of incandescent energy, trailing threads of atomic afterburn. The Assassin was vaporised, her constituent atoms dispersing into the curtain of heat and steam. Within seconds, all that remained were the molten puddles of metal blades, cooling rapidly on the atrium tiles. The wall of consecrated mud behind her was now a crackling web of burnt, flaking clay.
4 Plasma pistol shots vaporize the Death Cult assassin and melt her gear. Triple digit MJ maybe, meaning double digit MJ per shot.

Page 186-187
It was during his slumber that Roth came to him. Or rather, an astropath appeared in the eye of his mind in the visage of Inquisitor Roth, a mere mouthpiece of psychic conveyance. The astral projection broke through a physical distance of three hundred thousand kilometres, painted directly
into his frontal lobe.

“Lord Gurion,” said the ghost image, his voice reverberating with mind echoes.
Yet another form of astorpathic communication - astral form. This seems a rather short range (but still realtime) of 1 light second. Whether it can be done at any greater range.. i have no idea. It does allwo visual/audio conversation of a sort, though.

Page 189-190
Through the absence of open ground to facilitate mass aerial deployment, the Ironclad heralded the invasion with aerial bombardment. Squadrons of Archenemy interceptors and bombers skimmed on the shrieking turbines of slam-propulsion engines.
...
Archenemy escort cruisers, ones that had slipped through the Imperial Navy picket, lurked in the sky like ghostly floating continents.
...
The enemy strategy had been to disrupt, disorder and wound. It had achieved this objective within just three days of sustained bombing. Roads and transit systems were destroyed, rural districts were isolated, cities were burning and four million citizens became displaced and homeless. The death toll reached one hundred and twenty thousand.
A change i Ironclad tactics. They definitely come across as being a more combined-arms formation contrasted to say, the Blood Pact.

Page 190-191
people. In Mantilla, the axial city of Kholpesh, the streets became congested with citizens rushing to donate blood and food to the outlying regions.
..
Unable to wait idle, isolated companies of CantiCol infantry marched seventy kilometres in one day, in order to initiate a rescue effort to the ravaged southern rural districts of Astur and Valadura. The Kholpeshi Governate was in disarray and senior officers of the Cantican Colonials organised independent rescue efforts.

Twenty-four hours later, a column of sixty thousand Guardsmen, shovels on their rucksacks, banners of the Kholpeshi Garrison fluttering, began the long trek to the outer provinces.

Military trucks with supplies attempted to cross the burst dams and irrigation systems between shallow archipelagos with a cavalier disregard for their own safety. Many made it through to the refugees stranded amongst the ruins of their villages, delivering much-needed medical and food supplies. But dozens of trucks, along with their occupants, were lost to mud sinks and landslides.
Marching speed of Canticol infantry, an indicator of the scale of defenders on the planet, and hte use of trucks to carry relief supplies, and generally more humanitarian efforts than you expect in the Imperium.

Page 191-192
It was thus the only city-state sheathed in the semi-sphere of a void
shield. Like a shimmering bubble of oil-slick water, the shield dissipated the worst of the Archenemy bombardment. It was precisely because of this that Mantilla became the focus of the Ironclad’s major ground offensive. Having secured a deployment site following their brutal aerial campaign, the Archenemy besieged the city-state with the entirety of its Kholpeshi invasion force — fifty deca-legions of Ironclad, five hundred thousand strong, supported by the motorised and mechanised battalions so prevalent amongst Ironclad doctrine.

By the fourth month of the siege of Mantilla, the battle had mired into a grinding trench war of attrition.
There we go. The trench/attirtion warfare we so often get attributed to the Guard, with all its non loveliness.
Page 196
A dozen private guards shouldering flechette shotguns saw to that.
flechette ammo for shotguns.

Page 207
He was a distinguished gentleman in his late seventies who had aged immensely well, on account of his pampered lifestyle and no small amount of juvenat treatments. He was tall and broad, with chem-nourished muscles and a long mane of silver hair.
Amazing what Imperial pharmeceuticals can do, isn't it? :P

Page 210
Yet these Guardsmen were
the elite Cantican Horse Cavalry. The lancers especially were fighting men of no small repute. The Cantican Colonials lacked heavy armour prevalent amongst other Guard formations, and the lancers bridged the gap between infantry and vehicle. While the primary role of the light horse was to escort the few precious tanks in the Cantican arsenal as mounted infantry, the lancers were the shock troops.

In particular, the lancers wore chest bandoleers clustered with fuse bombs. Mounted on nine-hundred kilogram destriers, the lancers would even charge headlong into enemy formations, leaving a trail of fuse bombs in their wake.
Canticol elites.. their rough riders.. apparently also their version of Storm Troopers/Grenadiers. It also implies that such formations aren't as common amongst other Guard regiments (at least those that can afford armou ror vehicles of any kind.)

Page 211
Given two days to prepare, the Canticans proved the inventiveness of Guardsmen in the art of dealing death. Stick grenades were defused and studded with nails to make hand clubs, knotted balls of rope were embedded with .68 calibre rounds to make studded flails. The simplest weapon Roth noticed during his final inspection was the sharpened entrenching tool. Even the thin metal plates supplied to reinforce firing steps in the trenches were hammered roughly into tin sheet breastplates.
IG Macguyvering in preparation for a trench assault. Note the gun calibers.. thats nearly as large as a bolt round.

Page 213
A mechanical nectar bee crafted from golden clockwork buzzed onto her shoulder and misted the air with an artificial fragrance before darting away.
Miniaturized clockwork insect/perfume dispenser.

Page 215-216
Outside, like an eagle in its roost, wings folded and landing struts clawing the ground was a Golem-pattern cargo flier. Thirty metres long, it was turbine-nosed and round-bellied, ugly in the utilitarian way that only military logistics equipment could be. The Golem was a supply craft, ferrying cargo within fleet cruisers and more than capable of short-distance space flight. Madeline was not the least bit surprised that Golias had been able to procure one.
...
...Madeline could clearly see the scraped-off paint scars of a Munitorum serial number.
Stolen from the planetary governor, at that. An interesting sort of transport.

Page 216
Since the Medina Campaign, Imperial mandate had decreed a ban on all non-Imperial military fliers. Refugee barges transiting off-world were few in number and even then, most placements were allotted to Imperial authorities and military chieftains.
Interesting how, in the planetary context, they draw distinctions between 'Imperial' and 'non Imperial' fliers.

Page 216
"I have a chartered trade frigate waiting to ferry me beyond the Bastion Stars."
Chartist captain probably. Whether he has an actual frigate, or they are just calling the transport in question a 'frigate' for whatever reason.. up for debate.

Page 220
Looking up, Roth spied a Cantican Guardsman teetering above him on the edge of the trench, his face collapsed by a las-shot. The man was dead but still sat upright in his saddle.
Effect of lasweapon of some kind on human head (face or skull? Probably means part of it blown off/in.) about equal to gunfire probably.

Page 221
An Ironclad wielding a rectangular cleaver circled around to Roth’s left, hacking at his thigh. The blade sparked off trauma-plate as they connected.
Bladed weapon vs Roth's fighting plate.

Page 221
The back of his power fist clipped
into his unseen assailant’s jaw and catapulted the entire head clean out of the trench.
Powerfist decapitates Ironclad. considering they are.. well.. clad in iron and generally large brawny types this is rather impressive.

Page 222
Roth pounced onto the front cowling of a KL5 Scavenger.
He climbed onto the tank, boots slipping against the smooth plating as he fought for purchase.

His power fist gouged deep molten holes into the sloping frontal hull as he hauled himself up.
...
The hulldown vehicles snarled back with thunderous 105mm shells and the chain rips of cyclical cannon fire.
We dont know what kind of vehicle has the 105mm guns. they mention light tank, tankettes, bombards and basilisks, and we know there are captured Russes as well.

Page 223
The most devastating were the PK-12 drill-charges. A small clamp mine, the drill charges could be magnetised to the side of a vehicle. Upon ignition, the charge propelled a molten core of copper with an armour penetration of ten centimetres.
Some sort of shaped charge I imagine. Whether it is as effective, less or more than modern versions (or how we can compare it) I have no freaking clue :P

Page 223
The Leman Russ was hull-down in a wide earthen pit, the monstrous snout of its turret cannon trying to track its sprinting human targets. PK-12 in hand, Roth slapped the charge onto the gap between turret and chassis.
...
Behind him, an expanding Shockwave chased his heels and a sheet of flaming wreckage slashed overhead.
The aforementioend charges can penetrate at least certain sections of Leman Russ armour. Makes sense.. you can't armor the thing uniformly.

Page 225
Roth was cut off as a solid slug punctured the vox-caster. The next shot slammed into Roth’s chest just below his ribs, putting him straight onto his arse. The kinetic force was so great that he sunk slightly into the mud. Roth wheezed for constricted breath. Beneath the trauma plates, he could feel the small bones of his floating ribs popping and grinding.

A second shot hit him at the armoured strong-point below the sternum. A rounded segment of abdominal sheathing just above his breastbone collapsed inwards. At best, it would be a hairline fracture and severe bruising. But Roth feared the worst — deep internal haemorrhaging.
Gunfire of unknown type/caliber vs Roth's fighting plate.

Page 226-227
Of the remaining Imperial force, they had one heavy weapon at their disposal. It was a wheeled rotary gun — a heavy stubber with multiple repeating chambers towed by Cantican cavalry.
...
“How many spitters do we have for this thing?”

“Six hundred jacketed lead and about four hundred boat-tails and tracers, sir,”
...

“Get rid of the tracers, I don’t want to give away position. How many do we have then?”
...
“No more than nine hundred rounds all up, sir.”
Canticol heavy weapon.

Page 231
A tank shell landed in the midst of the Imperial ground assault.

It was a splintered sabot projectile. The way it skimmed low across the terrain, screaming like an unleashed banshee, was unmistakeable.

The shell exploded on impact, its bursting charge expelling shrapnel in a streamlined forward direction. The effect on troops in the open was terrible, shredding uniform from flesh and flaying flesh from bones.

Most likely, Roth thought, it was fired from a Leman Russ.
Probably one of those rare examples of a Non-Vanquisher Russ using some sort of sabot round. So it seems at least possible for them to have them, although this seems to be more an antipersonnel/frag weapon than anything.

Page 232
A solid round punched through the back of his head. The exit wound sprayed Roth with a sudden, shocking burst of steaming blood.

Arvust froze. He looked at Roth, his eyes wide. The major’s mouth was moving, trying to work words but nothing came out. His brain was no longer connected to his spine. In a slow, syrupy motion, the major toppled backwards at an angle.
I think it means it pulverized his brain. In any event we dont know what kind of solid round.

Page 233
An Ironclad with bulky shoulder pads forged from tank-treads
slid in front of Roth. Roth pressed his plasma pistol against the Ironclad’s hulking shoulder rig and blew it off. At point-blank range, the Ironclad fell aside, his upper torso incinerated. The superheated gases blistered Roth’s face with steaming backwash, but he was glanding on far too much adrenaline to notice.
If we assume it just badly burnt the upper torso (flash burns like a flamethrower) we're probably talking a few hundred kj for third degree burns (maybe several times that for more severe.) It implies it might have been acutal cremation - depending on whether those gases are water vapor or the plasma weapon cooling itself.. in which case its a whole lot of megajoules.

Page 234
Roth fired more shots. The fusion-boosted trails of energy ruptured three more Ironclad. Solid matter was rendered into gas, forming dense fountains of bloody steam. Roth drained his entire cell and reloaded.
Roth's plasma weapon is both thermal and mechanical in damage, albeit in a more inefficient manner (Steam explosions, rather than a 'blaster' style effect like a laser.)

Page 234
Captain Pradal floated in Roth’s peripheral vision, his lasgun chopping away on semi-auto. Roth had thought he was dead too.
EArlier it's mentioned Pradal's arm is injured ad his hand is missing fingers, so he's probably firing the thing one-handed. Rather accurately too, albeit at close range.

Page 235-236
Advancing between the rare Cantican tanks came six, eight, perhaps ten companies of Cantican infantry. Arrayed in close-order march ranks, they fired as they advanced, a withering lattice of enfilade fire that scythed down the enemy’s exposed flank.
...
Firepower like thousands of glowing darts following the fleeing enemy, tagging and dropping them face-down into the terrain.
Thousands of rounds from hundreds of guns, another implied ROF.

PAge 237-238
...three fuel tankers, caterpillar-tracked beasts with
snaking carriage bays, were draped in camouflage netting. In the dark, the eighteen-metre long vehicles formed swollen silhouettes...
Superheavy fuel tankers.

Page 238
“See the extraction tower?”
...
head. The rural Cantican had never seen an extraction tower before. The
skeletal structure of steel girders before him looked awkward and vague. “What is it used for?”

“Plumbing fossil fuel from the shale deposits. The Archenemy are collecting resources for a massive campaign, discreetly I might add.
Shale oil extraction for military purposes. They have the tech, although whether this is cost effective (for military purposes anyhow) or just because its an available, covert source is hard to say.

Page 240
He did, however, notice that the Ironclad had the unmistakeable outline of a heavy stubber yoked across his shoulders.
Ironclad able to heft and carry a heavy stubber of some kind. Whether it is the 'traditional' stubber definition or a different one (like from the Siege of Vraks books) we dont know.

Page 245-246
As a poorly equipped force, Cantican Guardsmen were defined by the quality of their men not the superiority of their equipment, and the Lancers were the apogee of this philosophy. Much like the Kasrkin of Cadia or the Commandos of Kurass, selection into the Lancers was limited and highly selective.

A minimum height of one hundred and eighty-five centimetres was enforced and physical demands were high. The regiment largely selected its own. Candidates could be drawn from any unit within the Cantican Colonial regiments and thus selection was egalitarian in a rough, uncompromising way. They were a hard bunch and the company, not the officers, decided who was permitted to wear the Lancer pin.


More on the Canticol and their elites. Note that Canticol gear is 'low end' for Guard standards, and that not only are the Cavalry Lancers Grenadier-like, they have some Catachan/jungle fighter elements as well.

Page 247
"There will be civvies on the estate so my boys and I will be using low-calibre submachine rifles. I don’t want any stray las going through walls and killing mothers, elders and loud children."
This tends to imply that lasweapons of all kinds (carbine, rifle, and probably pistol) overpenetrate soft targets (like walls or people) like hell, which is pretty much what is implied by Battlezone Cityfight and other sources. At leats, far better than a SMG.

Also the Lancers are concerned about civvie casualties. How un-40K!

Page 248
He brandished a T20 Stem autogun, gummed with grease and probably more than several centuries old. The weapon was of stamped and pressed metal, its profile spidery, resembling nothing more than a pipe with a metal T-bar for a stock. Its magazine was distinctly side-fed and horizontal.
Space Sten Gun. Zou indulges his penchant for name dropping RL weapons again :P

Page 248
“A Stem T20, captain? Is that weapon going to suffice?”
...
“What difference does it make whether the round is .75 cal from a bolter, or a 10mm slug from an autogun? If I drill you between the eyes, it’s all the same.”
Implies the gun is less effective than a bolter (unsurprisingly) but possibly compared to other weapons (including lasweapons.) It may also imply the calibre of the gun is 10mm and it is a form of autogun.

Page 248
Tactical entry of the Golias Estate was a delicate matter.
..
Being perched high above street level denied the platoon any
option for multi-point entry. The winding stone steps created a natural bottleneck so a frontal assault was out of the question.
...
Stealth would not be an option.

Rather, Almeida ordered a shock raid on the estate.
...
Jackal One, a team consisting of twelve Lancers, would storm the main entrance, breaching the brass entry door with explosives. Jackal Two, a twelve-man fire-team led by Celemine and seconded by Pradal, would enter through the roof-top garden by way of Vulture flier.
Storm trooper/spec force like execution of a raid. A third group enteres through a rear courtyard. Also some Vultures seem to have troop trnasport capability of some kind.

Page 249
On cue, his vox headset spluttered with static.
..
Almeida squeezed the bead of his wraparound vox between thumb and forefinger.
The Lancers, at least, have micro bead type sets.

PAge 249
Indeed, the speck of a Vulture gunship was sweeping in, the thumping
howl of its turbine thrusters still quiet enough to go un-noticed.
Vulture again.

Page 251
Trigger mines buried in the subtropical plants went off with a searing flash of white. Roth never heard the explosion, just an overwhelming ring in his ears. Anti-personnel shrapnel shredded the garden, whipping up a blizzard of scrapped vegetation and human meat.
...
Almost half of the fire-team lay on the ground, their limbs twisted and split, their blood pouring out in gulping spillages.
...
His fighting-plate had absorbed the damage. Pockmarked dents showered up his left calf and torso, small and multitudinous like a galaxy of stars. The anti-personnel mines would have pulped his flesh otherwise.
Fighting pltae vs Antipersonnel mines. Eight Canticol Lancers also survive, lathough whether through luck cover or body armour we don't know.

Page 252
He fired his T20 Stem.

The weapon shuddered as he released a burst of semi-automatic fire. It lacked the wrist-jarring recoil of his plasma pistol...
Roth's plasma pistol has more recoil than the Space Sten.

PAge 252
They all looked to be ex-gang muscle. The elites of Mantilla had a patronising fondness for hiring slummers as their private guards and escort.

There seemed to be an impressive fascination with the chem-nourished biceps and tattoos of a ganger.
More chemically enhanced muscle, this time for hive gangers.

Page 254
Roth’s first plasma shot melted a perfect hemisphere over the lip of the cabinet. The next shot bisected the offending gunman on the other side.
roth's plasma pistol. The hint of the cabinet is that its made of wood yet.. it melts. Plastic maybe.

Page 254
"Repeat, entry point for Jackal Two denied. Our craft scanners have
picked up heavy weapons and explosive traps on the rooftop."
The Vulture has scanners.

Page 255
He rolled to his knees and hammered a series of plasma shots
down the length of the chamber. The shots atomised fabric and calcified wood on contact, laying out fist-sized holes of destruction at the far end of the function room.
More of Roth's plasma pistol.

PAge 258
The fire-team fanned out, training their submachine weapons on him while auspexes scanned for trip-wires, trigger bombs and motion sensors.
Canticol Lancers using sensors to scan for booby traps on a prisoner.

Page 259
“This is a Sunfury Mk III plasma pistol. Its fusion reactor core fires an ionised gas nova that will melt ten centimetres of plasteel."
I assume it refers to the penetration of the weapon.

Page 259
“Are you stupid, man? Auto-séance. Heard of that? I’d love nothing more than to put a round through your skull and drag your soul kicking and screaming from the abyss for answers.”
Some Inquisitors, it seems, practice necromancy :P

Page 261
She had joined Roth’s fire-teams via escorted Vulture gunship.
..
The Task Group, steering Golias with the
muzzles of T20 autoguns..
T20 autoguns again, and personnel-carrying Vultures.

Page 261
Down and down they went, for six thousand metres until they hit the bottom.
6 km deep mine.

Page 262-263
At first it appeared to be a mining seam, at least eight thousand metres in length.
...
“What he means,” Celemine began, “is that this is a Dictator-class cruiser. Can you see the lance-decks there? The gargoyle steeples there?”
Golias’ relic was a fossilised Imperial cruiser.
8 km dictator class cruiser with lance decks. Which is all fine and dandy except Dictators usually are fighter carriers instead of lance boats. And they aren't that big. Quit eprobably this isnt a Dictator and its a misidentification. Battlecruiser or grand cruiser maybe.

One of the weird ideas about the highly variable (inconsistent) ship numbers (Escorts ranging from a few hundred meters to 4 km, cruisers from 2 to 8-9 km, and battleshisp from 6 to 30+ km...) is that 40K starship classifications are not strongly wedded to particular ship 'sizes'. Part of it may just be due to modularity - different bows, different engine arrangements/configurations (like with battlecruisers cramming a bigger engine onto a cruiser hull, etc.) but it could also simply reflect shipbuilding styles of different eras, beliefs, and so on. A cruiser is defined less by 'being smaller than a battleship but bigger than an escort' and more by 'a capital ship that has greater range and versatility than a more specialized vessel like a battleship'. It doesn't mean ship sizes are completely arbitrary, but there is quite clearly a good deal of overlap. Basically I'm taking the escort/capital ship designation of BFG and applying further sub-categories, and even within specific classes you can get further sub-division (EG frigates can encompass different types of frigets, like strike frigates and such.)

For example: A 6 km battleship and a 5-6 (or 8) km cruiser could exist alongside each other, but they are not neccesarily equal in terms of capability. Hell its possible even the bigger ship is not 'better'. But a smaller battleship can also be built faster than an 8 (or 10) km battleship, which means there can be more of them.

It's still kinda tenative, but its an interesting idea, I thought. Any input would certainly be welcome :D

Page 263
“This is the Decisive, a Dictator-class cruiser of the 2nd Naval Expeditionary Fleet,” Golias proclaimed proudly. “The ship itself was downed on Aridun at some point during the War of Reclamation in Medina. There was nothing in the ship’s data to reveal the cause of the ship’s demise but judging by this entry wound in the ship’s hull, it had not been primitive barbarians that the Imperium had been fighting.”
...
Roth paused at the threshold of the cruiser’s wound. The jagged cross-section of the ship revealed a hull that was almost five metres thick. Whatever had damaged the Decisive had been powerful indeed.
Thickness of the 'Dictator' hull, and an indication that it wsa somehow shot down during the invasion of the system against 'primitives.' We dont know how yet, but we might get some speculation later on.
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Part 3. I think I'll probably cover Flesh and Iron and Blood Gorgons in one update next time. They really aren't that big of updates and the books arne't really much to write about. So we have a 'good Zou' update, which is this one, and the 'not so good Zou' update which will be coming up.


PAge 265
The ship’s command throne was untouched, its neural plugs placed in a neat row on the leather seat.

“Servitors?” asked Madeline, pointing to the trio of frail cogitate-logicians standing around the
command throne. They were strange creatures, with despondent human faces and ornate box-shaped torsos. Keys and wires spilled from a hatchway in their abdomen.
Golias nodded. “We purchased them to maintain this vault. They can power up the ship’s main
databanks.”
computer servitors

Page 267
When the Early Sentients finally left the Medina Worlds, they left for their subjects a parting gift. They bequeathed them an embryonic star.
...
The star was held in a form of dormant stasis
described as a Tomb Bell, to forever watch over the people of Medina. Or so the databanks would have Roth believe.
...
“During a great time of strife, at the precise alignment of the
magnetic conduits of the ley-lines with the astronomical bodies, the star could be released from its stasis and unleashed. The star within the Tomb Bell can be thus removed from its resting place and unleashed where strife is greatest.” The report became vague thereafter, postulating various theories as to the significance of the ley-lines and the destructive magnitude of an expanding star.

“A star kept in stasis?”
We can't be sure, but this might be what crippled and caused the Dictator cruiser to crash. Such seems to be implied at least.

Page 269
Roth had known that primitive civilisations when contacted by the Imperium often resulted in such behaviour. Primitives had constructed canoes in the shape of Imperial ships. The Tukaro culture of the Mephius subsector even shaped spears in the crude outline of lasguns, and made their warriors brand themselves with a stylised aquila, in order to mimic the power of the Imperial Guard.
...
Manufactured clothing, medicine, canned food, textiles, weapons and other cargo arrived in vast quantities to equip soldiers. Some of it was shared with the Tukaro indigenous. Following the resolution of civil strife, the Imperium abandoned the primitive planet.
...
In attempts to receive cargo, the indigenous Tukaro imitated the same practices they had seen the soldiers use. They carved headphones from wood and wore them while sitting in fabricated control stations. They waved dried-leaf landing paddles while standing on the runways. They lit signal fires and torches in the abandoned starports.
Heh. And the AdMech supposedly does the same thing! :P

Page 270
The insurrectionists who had fought the Imperial Fleet during the Reclamation
Wars had attempted to release their embryonic star. Of that there was no doubt.
...
But they had failed. Evidently, the Imperium had reclaimed
the Medina Worlds.
...
“Do you think that the natives tried to release the embryonic star? Do you think that is what caused the mass extinction on Aridun?”

“I’ve never thought of that,” Madeline admitted. “But it would make sense. If the star was still dormant, releasing it from stasis would at least have caused a radioactive flare.”

“Which would mean…”

“Which would mean an erosion of the planet’s atmosphere, causing turbulent climate changes.”
Effect of the stasis star, and further indication that it may have been used on the fleet (hence the Dictator in this essay.

Page 271
"There must be some correlation between magnetic equator lines, the alignment of astronomy and the stasis field of the Old Kings. The timing seems key here,” Madeline surmised. “Once the stasis field is disrupted, I’m guessing this violent star can then be transported within its Tomb Bell to wherever the strife is greatest, as this scripture suggests."
...
..and the embryonic star was ripe to release from stasis. From there on, the Archenemy could remove the star contained within its vessel, and utilise its destructive potential at any strategic location within the Imperium.
A teleporting star held in stasis.

Page 273
Their billets were spartan, the sleeping quarters of a gas
mill where the workers were allowed their daily six hours of rest shift. That had been before the war.
Eighteen hours of work (minus meals) and 6 hours of sleep, I gather.

Page 275
An expanding ring of psychic energy fluttered from Celemine. It was partly powered by her mind, partly driven by her intense instinct to fight back. The wall of solid force hit the Cantican Colonials closing in on her, striking with the impact of a fast-moving freight vehicle. The last of the partition walls and gas banks were bowled over like loose skittles. Guardsmen were poleaxed off their feet, their entire skeletal structures rendered into splintered fragments on impact.
10 Colonials plus Roth lifted up bodily and hurled back... at least half a ton to a ton of mass at great velocity (Hard enough to pulverize bone) The 'freight vehicle' analogy would imply the equivlaent of tons of mass moving at tens of km/hr at least.

Page 277
Her psychic form, a rushing bow-wave of tidal energy, surged up and towards
him like a tsunami.
...
He shifted his mind into an empty bubble, allowing the crashing tide to carry him.
...
Sea serpents, wide of jaw and many-headed, uncoiled from her mind’s eye. Seven, seventy, eventually seven hundred sea serpents like tendrils of hair
writhed and intertwined as they reached out with snapping, translucent maws.
...
He curled up into an abstract shape, too many corners to be a triangle, far too multi-dimensional to be a polygon. The lashing serpents hammered him, knocking him about. It hurt Roth, threatened to break him, but it confused Celemine, denying her a tangible target.
...
She adapted quickly, fusing her hundreds of serpents into a single horned fish, its grinning maw bristling with spikes. The leviathan engulfed Roth, swallowing him whole. Roth dispersed himself like droplets of water just as the maw snapped shut. He survived, but barely. The fish blew out every shingle of the gas mill roof like a storm of broken teeth in its psychic backlash.
Psychic combat, RAvenor-style.

Page 278
The
plague of Archenemy minds below him seethed like a pit of violence, aggression and ignorance. The things he could see there, the ambient memories of so many murderers, were strong enough to completely destroy his sanity.

Roth dived in amongst it.
It was akin to plunging into a cauldron of boiling water. The shock almost killed him. His physical body, many kilometres away, convulsed with enough force to cause hair-line fractures in his spine. He tried to shut out the minds of the Archenemy but they were all around him. He suddenly knew what it was like to kill a child. He knew the wild elation of watching others die from slow poisoning. He knew what it was like to slide a razor into the belly of a sleeping man
..
Worst still were the ghosts. They were vaguely humanoid shapes, smoke-black and faceless, they clutched onto the Ironclad, hugging their backs, riding on their shoulders, holding their legs with a tortured, vengeful grasp. They were the dead — souls of murder victims, unable to leave the world. The followers of the Ruinous Powers had an ability to blur the line between the warp and the world, allowing the spirits of the dead to manifest in strange ways.
Chaos troops to a psychic. Their ability to passively weaken the barriers of realspace is interesting.

Page 279
Roth tried to shut it out, throwing up layers and layers of mind blank. He reduced his psychic signature and buried his face in the soil.
...

The spirits, if not the resonance of the warp, then the angry ghosts of those the Ironclad had killed followed their armies like an aura of vengeful suffering. They were attracted to Celemine’s psychic brilliance.

The sudden swarming of despairing spirits snared Celemine. She fought back, the wild lashes of her psychic will actually haemorrhaged the brains of several Ironclad sentries in a nearby tent.
More psychic combat stuff.. along with the dangers of being bodiless around the undead.

Page 286
"This is a star within a vessel. Think of it as a
bomb. Except this bomb, when unleashed, will likely consume an entire star system and expand
outwards with radiation and enough kinetic energy to rend rifts in the warp,”
Purported effect f the stasis star bomb.

Page 291
He had glanded endorphin pills, dopamine injections and had not eaten
properly in months.
Inquisitorial chemistry aids. Or at least what he can rquisition.

PAge 292
Roth crossed over to the stratocraft’s arsenal bay and popped open a locked trunk. He retrieved a compact carbine, matt-black with a ribbed foregrip and blunt-muzzled profile. Silverstein used to call it a shard carbine, but the common name was simply ripper pistol. He reversed the weapon and handed it pistol-grip first to Madeline.

Roth then dumped a brace belt of magazine cartridges into her arms. “This gun belonged to an old friend of mine. It fires a concentrated coil of metal shards at a target, highly accurate up to eighty metres. The recoil is smooth but it can dispatch a tusked mammoth with one shot.”
I wonder if this is anything like Marbo's gun? And is it chem propelled or EM? The eighty meter range isnt bad for a pistol.

Page 295
“No life signs at all,” said Pradal, reading an auspex that was attached by a wire cord to his hip webbing. “Not in proximity at least.”
Trooper auspex attached to webbing.

Page 300
...Pradal said, thumbing his lasrifle to its highest setting.
IG lasgun has variable settings. And the Canticol are a low end regiment, remember :P

Page 300
In his steel-gloved hands, he
clutched a vox-signaller, the tracking array guiding him up.
some sort of vox device with tracking capability.

Page 301-302
It was a V-8 Centaur, a small military tractor. Its square-framed, boxy hull was painted in the russet-brown of the Cantican Colonials. The “rearing horse, sabre and cog” crest of the CantiCol 6th Logistics and Supply dominated the welded frontal plates.
Clambering into the Centaur’s open-topped cab, the Task Group nested amongst the neatly stacked rows of ammunition and the disassembled parts of a 75mm mortar.
Canticol logistics elements had a Centaur (and also stored with a mortar). you'd have to wonder why they didnt hav emore of these to offset their cavalry.

Pgae 302
It was so explosive, like the gliding footwork of a champion fist-fencer, utterly in control of his body, thought Roth. Except this monster weighed half a tonne.
Estimated mass of a CSM.

Page 302
Captain Pradal, still screaming in wide-eyed
panic, began to hose his weapon in a rearward direction on full auto. Madeline fired her carbine double-handed; the first torrent of shrapnel went wide as their vehicle thumped over a loose flagstone. The second expanding coil of splintered metal hit the Blood Gorgon across the thick slab of his chest. It barely arrested his sprint.
...
A plasma shot ate a broken, calcified puncture in the Blood Gorgon’s upper thigh sheathing.

Las-rounds bubbled the waxy enamel of his ceramite. Flechette shells puffed like smoke against his hide. The Blood Gorgon pounded down on them, undaunted.
Their weapons are useless. UESLESS!

Page 302
The Blood Gorgon closed the distance. How fast were they going? Perhaps forty kilometres an hour? And still the Traitor Marine was gaining on them, pumping his armoured legs with seismic force, blading his arms as he closed in.
Straight line running speed of the Blood Gorgon CSM. That said, he's not very agile at this speed, as he overshoots the target (briefly)

Page 304
...face plate, snouted and equine with flared nostrils and a shrieking mouth grille.
In his desperation, Roth seized one of the mortar rounds from the stack. He banged the percussion cap against the plating of the Centaur and lobbed it overhand from the back of the vehicle. The round clattered, bounced and skipped against the cloven boots of the Traitor Marine and exploded.

The Blood Gorgon actually staggered, briefly.
...
Both of them were hurling mortar rounds at the Blood Gorgon with a reckless desperation. A chain of explosions crackled in the wake of the Centaur, blowing fragments of stone from the road. They aimed the mortars low, banging them against the vehicle plating and skipping them at the Blood Gorgon’s
legs.

By the time Vandus careened the vehicle down Angkhora’s gate causeway, the pillars of the Blood Gorgon’s legs were blackened and scorched. Fluid sprayed from fissures in the ceramite with each thundering step, either blood or machine fluid.
Wounds him, but still doesn't stop it.

Page 305
The junior officer drew the bolt pistol and fired, two shots, point-blank into the
Blood Gorgon’s helmet. The grille dented and warped under the impact of the shots. The force was enough to whip the Marine’s head backwards.
Human bolt pistol rounds on CSM helmet, point blank.

Page 314
But Gurion was already armed. The brass tip of his index finger — the finger pointed squarely at Khmer the whole time — hinged upwards. A monofilament thread shot out and penetrated his chest, barely disturbing the fibres of Khmer’s jacket. The monofilament uncoiled inside the lord marshal’s ribcage. Massive internal bleeding and trauma to his internal organs sent him down immediately. Lord Marshal Khmer fell onto his face and never moved again. With a flick, the monofilament fibre retracted, leaving a pin-prick wound that resealed airtight. Not a drop of blood was spilled.
The Inquisitor appears to hav ea Harlequin's kiss secreted on his body, somewhere.

Page 315-316
A quick-reaction force of one hundred and twenty thousand Cantican Colonials on standby in orbit above Aridun was immediately deployed. Lord General Faisal, operations commander, wrote, “In the event of a full-scale defensive, Angkhora would be the target for this war of attrition but holding the Fortress Chain would be the key to victory.”

In the days preceding the reactional deployment, a further sixteen divisions of CantiCol Guardsmen hurtled down from the sky in a storm of troop carriers, braving the lashing storm of aerial defence across the Fortress Chains. Artillery, horse cavalry and, above all, infantry landed in masses. The Hasdrubel 5th, heavy infantry from the neighbouring Seleucid subsector and elements of the famed Aegina Prestige regiment were committed to the Last War. Four hundred and sixty thousand men, all told.
The Imperial response to stop the Chaos incursion at last. nearly half a million vs 7 million estimated at least.

Page 316
The company of Traitor Marines holding Angkhora was dislodged only after a relentless campaign of aerial superiority. Imperial Marauder bombers of the 9th Route Fleet strafed the dead city, pounding the prehistoric structures with kilotonnes of incendiary explosives. Even then, it took the combined strength of the standby reaction force to besiege and reclaim Angkhora and the site of the Old Kings. Casualties, even during the formative stages of the war, were very high. Imperial scholars would later attribute the initial deployment of the Last War to air superiority; air superiority provided by the 9th Route that the Archenemy did not have. Without it, the landing forces could not have been inserted directly onto the Fortress Chain.
The Importance of aerial support in this campaign, and dropping of kilotonnes of ordnance.

Page 317-318
At 04:57, three days after the Imperial deployment and nine days of the lunar cycle, the Ironclad rose within view of the southern savannah.
...
Artillery observers from the upper tiers of the cities reported
that the thousand kilometre reefs surrounding the chain had been churned into a marsh of smeared mud in their wake.
...
Thirteen minutes past the hour of five, batteries of the 11th Colonial Artillery fired the first shell. The Ironclad exchanged siege fire from advancing tank columns. Sabot shells pounded the citychains with colossal plumes of dust.
Implied that tank ranges are comparable to artillery ranges, at least in a 'to the horizon, direct fire' sort of way. Of course, they're firing on a large, immobile target, so this isn't saying alot.

Also tanks firing sabot rounds.

Page 319
“The Archenemy are pounding at the gates of Angkhora,” Roth said. “Thirty minutes ago, the eastern wall district was lost. The 22nd Battalion were routed, and the 9th suffered forty per cent casualties by last report. The enemy are no more than sixteen kilometres from this very point.”
shelling can be heard from here, which maybe says something about the artilley ranges.

Page 323
Threads of las-fire connected his thin lines of Guardsmen to the swell of Archenemy fighters. They managed three seconds of unopposed fire before the Ironclad swarmed over their positions.
...
Batam fired a burst of las into the Archenemy, point-blank, and stomped him off the end of his rifle.
At least 3-4 seconds worth of 'full auto' - probably not much more than that (6 maybe, but less than 10 I'd say) between 6-15 shots per second implied, assuming a 60 shot charge pack to start.

Page 329
Behind them, a Scavenger-pattern light tank idled at a walking pace, its eight wheels grinding over the brittle remains of canvas tents.

The light tank was an ominous beast, the sloped, hard angles of its hog-faced hull painted in chipped white. A flat turret mounting a 55mm autocannon traversed slowly, like an animal snout sniffing for scents.
Another Ironclad light tank.

Page 330
The sustained fire from Barq’s glove-guns raked into the reeling platoon of Ironclad. If it were not for the piston banks and stabiliser cables of Barq’s plated arms, the recoil alone would have detached muscle from bone. Five hundred rounds of .50 cal gouged deep punctures. Five hundred rounds in five seconds, and then the feeder belts clicked empty.
rate of fire on the .50 cals of Barq's hunter rig/power suit. I'd assume thats for both gloves, meaning each have 50 rounds/sec. with 8 barrels per fist (at least) we're talking around 375 rpm per barrel.

Page 332
“Six hundred metres to your eleven o’clock,”
...

Asingh-nu fired, without even looking.
“Hit,”
Autorifle has a 600 m range.

PAge 334-335
It took the arrival of the Aegina Prestige regiments to prevent total collapse along a threekilometre stretch of the cemetery district. Resplendent in their armour of wire and carbon-diamond plate, the Aegina heavy infantry hit the flank column of the Ironclad armour.

Mortar and lascannon lit up the night as the Aegina moved in to insulate the defences. Ironclad tanks were reduced to ruptured ruin as the Aegina moved in close, their heavy weapon fire-teams funnelling “murder lanes” with their mortars and laying down a fan of lascannon into the channelled groups.

So fiercely methodical was the Aegina counter-offensive that the inevitable infantry advance never came. Four deca-legions of Ironclad faltered at the rubble-strewn plains of the cemetery district, milling into a confused halt. In the darkness, the four hundred Aegina troops lay down enough sustained fire to convince the enemy there were at least ten thousand Imperial troops holding the lines there.
Aegina heavy infantry - the high end regiment in the novels. I imagine the plate is at least as good/better than Roth's Spathian plate. Not sure what the carbon-diamond stuff is supposed to mean, since diamond is made from carbon - some sort of material with properties of both perhaps? Or something high tech/fringe sciency like nanotubes or something?

In any case 400 heavy infantry rout 40,000 Chaos troops.

Page 340
The boundary canal was a wide irrigation ditch that was more dam than canal, running from Angkhora into the mangrove wetlands of the surrounding region. It stretched five hundred metres across, from bank to bank...

...
The four battalions in his command were bunkered down on the Angkhoran side of the canal — almost four thousand men, foraging for cover in the broken teeth ruins of rubble, trading shots with the Archenemy on the opposing bank. Many of the shots landed short of target, drumming into the water and walking frothy plumes across its entire surface.
...
a line of Ironclad were drawn in a two-kilometre battle line on the bank, at least one hundred men deep — judging by the sheer volume of enemy fire that was tearing the brigade into constituent companies, it was a conservative estimate.
500 m or so range for Canticol and Ironclad weapons (mostly lasweapons probably) - it doesnt seem to be 'guaranteed hit' range, although neither side is liekly to be using top of the line gear. Still the fir can kill at that range, so it's more an accuracy issue than anything, and we know lasweapons properly outfitted or configured can reach out to that range or more.

Page 343
The dismembered remains of Guardsmen littered
the streets, their flesh, pulverised by vibro-pikes, attested to that fact.
The Ironclad shot forwards with his pike again, two metres of violently oscillating steel spearing for Barq’s sternum. The strike was so fluid that Barq had no time to react. He simply watched the pike plunge. It was a killing strike, of that there was no doubt; the sonic tremors would likely separate the fibres of his upper chest and overload his heart.
Yet another vibro weapon. apparently they're partly sonic as well, so they can kill through shock/sound waves as well as through vibro-cutting effect.

Page 343
Barq’s force generators kicked in, throwing up a minor bubble of anti-gravitational force. It blunted the pike’s force with a syrupy envelope of friction. The force generators were not strong enough to stop the pike completely, but it was enough to slow it down before impact. Barq seized the chance to swim around and under the polearm with his upper body.
Antigrav force shields.

Page 344
A beam of las punched into the force field, pushing it to its limits, sending kinetic ripples across the air. Residual heat scorched a neat little hole in the enamel of his armour. Tau-tech was good, but it was not indestructible.
Antigrav forcefield tau tech, which gives you an idea of tua personal shielding of some kind, as well as how their grav shields work in general. Lasfire seems more effectve at penetrating. Whether this is because the las is more powerful/damaging than the vibropike, or because the generators are less effective agains beams as opposed to matter weapons, we dont know.

Page 345
In the first morning, an enemy shell had landed amongst the mountain of loose earth adjacent to the excavation basin...
...
On the second day however, the shells were beginning to find their mark.
Assuming that the enemy are still 16 km away (as they are still at Angkhora and it was earlier mentioned to be 16 km away.) this might give us an approximate idea of the range of enemy guns. We dont know what kinds of guns but its still useful.

Page 347-348
"We tried to awaken our Lord, our Star, but the constellations were not aligned for his coming. Our Lord awoke, yawned and returned to slumber but with his brief release, he took this world from us. The floods and storms are our doing, let the Imperials know this."
...
According to the inscription, the insurrectionists had attempted to release their embryonic star during the War of Reclamation, that much she could gather. But the helio-lines had been undrawn, and their planet’s alignments had been incorrect. The star had been released, but the incorrect schematics had led the star to “yawn and return to slumber”. Astronomy and cosmology had never held her interest, she had preferred to study humanity and history’s place within the universe rather than the universe itself. In retrospect, those dreary cosmology lectures were coming to fruition now. In her opinion, it could only mean the star had flared, but likely collapsed back into a stable proto-state.

The flare. The flare would have been enough to release enough radiation to deplete Aridun’s ozone and atmosphere, bringing with it flood, drought and mass extinction.
Commentary again on how the star was temproarily 'flared' against the Imperials. Which is again probably how they brought the cruiser down from before, although hat isn't definite and it doesn't give a precise idea of calcs either, it's still an interesting benchmark of sorts (it took a flare or part of a flare to cripple an Imperial cruiser, and it still didnt totally obliterate it., nor did he crash.)

Page 348
If the embryonic star was to be released at the height of its power, Madeline had no doubt that it would consume the entire Medina Corridor and project enough radiation to reach the nearby Tetrapylon and Manticore subsectors. The energy released from an expanding star would be enormous. The dense molecular expansion of a formative star would destroy entire worlds, star systems, subsectors.
Supernova maybe? Gamma Ray Burst?

Page 355
Three Guardsmen huddled around the embers of a hexi-block ration fire. Two more had set up bipod lasguns on the low stable walls overlooking the rubble plains of the east..
Canticol bipod lasguns. The Hexi-blocks refer (I think) to hexamine fire stuff

Page 356
With expert hands, Sergeant Sulas snatched the Meat C-Grade from the fire and doused the tin into a pot of cold water and ration tea leaves. The hot tin heated the water, drawing a cloud of steepage from the tea leaves. Without pause, the sergeant pinch-gripped the tin out of the hot water and peeled it open with the flat of an eating knife. The opened can revealed a surprisingly wholesome-looking round of marbled meat.

“The trick is, sir, to eat this meat without tasting too much of it,” Sergeant Sulas said. He scraped the meat out into the sheet of rehydrated rice and began to douse it with condiments, his fingers darting from ration packs like some sleight of hand.

“Pepper and pickled bell chilli are the key to good tiff. Masks the chems they use to preserve this meat,”
...
The tin of gelatinous meat melted into the dehyd rice. Small pods of angry-looking chilli bells were mixed into the steaming container.
...
It was salty and oily without being greasy. The spicy sourness of the pickled chilli made him inhale the meal.
Probably one of the better quality IG meals, compared to what we've known they have (Corpse rations from the Daenyathos story comes to mind, although corpse-anything can be trumped.)

Page 357
Without a word, Sulas unbuckled the gaiter around his calf and slid his boot off, slowly and smoothly. His sock, sticky with blood, was plastered to the boot and peeled off, along with several strips of skin. It was a las-wound, partially cauterised and seeping tears of blood and pus. Faisal was shocked to see a hole in the top of the sergeant’s foot, moist with infection and blistering with white skin cells.
Can't be a big hole if his foot is intact But it still partly cauterizes, which suggests a mostly thermal rather tha purely mechanical damage mechanism. Seems nasty though, but it isn't terribly efficient.

Page 357
" Las-shot to the upper arm. Tore away my upper bicep down to the bone,”
said the young man. He wormed a finger into the loose, yellowing bandages around his arm to reveal the top of his wound. Faisal could see the puckered mass of melted skin and even the whiteness of bone. Las-wounds were a horrible thing to behold. They cauterised the wound, deadened the nerves and were crippling. Men didn’t die immediately from blood loss, instead, they lingered for days in agony until infection set in. It would drain the platoon of resources and limit the unit’s field effectiveness. One wounded soldier could be expected to take a further three or four men to carry and care for him. It was, in effect, the perfect weapon of mass war.
...
Private Kabau with the sheared arm shook his head mutely.
Cauterization and the effects of lasgun wounds. AS an explanation goes it's as good as any, although it's not really something you'd want to use against Orks as a 'practical' weapon. Against Orks or Nids (ones who heal rapidly or perhaps spore) the thermal effect would probably negate that. I suppose you could argue the 'mass war' aspect works against heretics (but probably not against truly fanatical chaos types.) In a gruesome sort of way you could also argue it's a 'less lethal' setting for a lasweapon - it cripples without neccesarily killing right away.

Anyhow, flaying the upper arm (or at least part of it) down to the bone suggests at least some mechanical effect - steam explosion perhaps. Assuming a 10x10 cm wound area at least (100 sq cm) at 400 j per sq cm (fourth degree and steam explosions flaying skin to bone) you get around 40 kj. Assuming r a 10 cm diamter hemisphere, if you prefer that) you'd get something like 300 or so sq cm.. we're talking 120 kj. Figure it maybe falls somwhere within that range, alhough probably not more han an order of magntidue or so off - double digit kj seems likely.

If for some reason we go with 'heating' the volume rather than just surface area the calc would be higher - hundreds of kj easily (assuming boiling or third degree burns) Though the more penetratieve the 'las' though (in terms of depth it goes before interacting with mateiral) the less energy needed, I'd guess.


Page 359
Over all of this was a blanketing deluge of spent ammunition, millions upon millions of brasscartridges, las-cells and discarded magazines.


I'm not sure why they discarded las-cells. Either they recharge only a few times before becoming useless, or they are single use. That may be possible - IRL non rechargable batteries can hold more power than rechargables (its their one advantage I believe) - hell overcharge packs or hotshots may reflect this sort of thing.

PAge 374
The squadrons powering across the rubble were mostly ancient, obsolete tanks. Siegfried siegetanks, Centaurs, several Leman Russes. The Canticans did not possess many armoured vehicles at the beginning of the war and they did not now. What cavalry, motorised or organic, they had, they assembled it into a motley armoured regiment. Roth saw before him now — the Cantican 1st Mech- Cavalry Regiment.
Canticol armour. The Siegfrieds are a reference to old Epic 40K stuff highlighted in the Swordwind supplement. They were a light tank design based on the Land Crawler (a converted civilian tractor thingy as I recall) used in siege regiments as a easily mass produced light tank.

PAge 376
...his bioptics clicked and whirred, capturing still images for photo-analysis.
Silverstein's augmetic eys have pic capture.

Page 382-383
The tanks were exceedingly rare and the months of fighting had drained them to their limits. Every tank showed the scars of on-the-run repairs. In all, there were over six hundred tanks — a majority of Leman Russes, a solid lance of Siegfrieds, a scattering of ageing Salamanders, Kurds tanks and even Centaurs.
More of the Canticol tanks. 600 in one regiment, although this might not be an official, 'forma l' regimental organization.

PAge 383
In view of the assembled Guardsmen, an officer of the Aegina Prestige hoisted himself onto the frontal hull of the Siegfried. He snapped up his face visor of diamond polyfibre, in the way of an Aegina salute.
...
Major Glass, like others of the Prestige, was clad in the bulky accoutrement of urban combat. Grey fatigues, flame retardant boots, thigh holsters, dump pouches, chest harnesses, all made the standard-issue CantiCol canvas satchel look positively spartan. Over this, he wore an outer tactical
vest of hand-sewn diamond inserts, complete with throat and groin plates. The vest of diamond sheets had a frosty sheen that showed a subtle contempt for enemy fire.
The Aegina again, at least in terms of their body armour. Dimaond polyfibre stuff seemingly, which again screams fringe or exotic 'sciencey' stuff. It also seems to offer fairly significant coverage - full face helmet, full torso coverage, if nothing else. Makes sense for heavy infantry.

Page 383-384
The major gestured to four slate-grey Chimeras. The Aegina Guardsmen were making final weapons checks in two neat rows. Even their standard-issue lasguns were complicated pieces with additional scopes, bipods, folding stocks and even underslung grenade launchers. Others were cleaning and greasing mortars and lascannons. The Aegina were motorised heavy infantry who worked in organic fire-teams. Their platoon-level support weapons and their combination of precision ordnance and lascannon had been invaluable during the last three days of urban fighting.

Despite their techno-finery, Roth knew they were good soldiers who had suffered badly. Two full battalions of them had made landfall on Aridun, just four days past.
The Aegina are mechanised heavy infantry, so they have chimeras. They also have lots of fancy tech gadgetry for their guns (scopes, bipods, nd grenade launchers.) Agan very high end guard for Bastion Stars region, and a testament to the wide disparity in equipment and capability in IG forces (contrast with the Canticol, again.)

Page 384
The advance rumbled through the streets at full power, hurtling over rubble and pounding through walls. Their tracks churned through the ruins of mausoleums, throwing up a cloying storm of corpse dust and limestone. The Siegfrieds — a hybrid armoured bulldozer and light tank — forged a path at the front of the column, their dozer blades ploughing through the rubble.
The canticol armour is moving at full power (speed) over terrain and they all seem to be keeping up, which is interesting considering that the force consists of Siegfrieds (known for high speeds due to their gas turbines), Centaurs, and Salaamander tanks as well as the Russes (which should be the slowest, and thus not be able to keep up if we go by forge world stats.) So it seems like the Russ is a modified design.

Page 387
...the gunner yelped in triumph. A shot from an adjacent balcony took his head off and he slid lifelessly back down the turret. The drumming of small-arms fire on armour plate became a deafening rain.
Small arms fire 'takes the head off' of a Canticol trooper. Single shot, probably either a las or autoweapon (tahts what the Ironclad hgave.. more probably las.)

PAge 388-389
Up until eight hours previously, their front had
been defended by several battalions of CantiCol infantry, allowing the battery to work their Griffons, Basilisks and field guns against the Archenemy.
...
“Load the case-shots! Case-shots in the line!” yelled an artillery officer.
...
A shell of close-range ordnance was loaded into
the breech of the sixty-pounder.
We dont know whether the 60 pounder is a Griffon or Basilisk, but that would be approximately the shell wait for a Basilisk. In british terms a 60 pounder would be ~130mm though.

PAge 389
[quote[]There was a jagged crack of guns. Jets of smoke and muzzle flash rocked the massive field guns.
They jerked back on recoil pistons. Eight guns fired in unison, vomiting a dense cloud of hypervelocit
ball bearings. It blackened the open space between them like a swarm of insects. The bandits on Mon Sumlayit had always baulked at a whiff of canister-shot.[/quote]

Case shot with hperveloicty ammo.

PAge 392-393
At one and a half metres tall, Khorsabad would have looked like
a finely costumed iron toy had it not been for the antler of quills running along his shoulders and back.
Another midget Chaos Warlord.

Page 397
The Siegfried’s multi-laser swivelled
and unleashed a short cyclical pulse, hosing the turret from left to right. Ironclad toppled and the rest scattered...
Sigfried ha sa multi laser.

PAge 399
He landed on an FPV, blowing out its windows and crumpling it flat like an anvil.

He must weigh at least half a tonne, thought Roth. He hit like a little wrecking ball.
Khorsabad again.

Page 399
The Siegfried opened up all its support weapons on the Chaos lord at a distance of less than ten metres: turret multi-laser, hull-mounted heavy stubber and pintle-mounted storm bolter. The deluge of tracer had drummed Khorsabad’s force field like a deluge of molten orange rain. It was so bright that Roth had to shield his eyes away from the point of contact. Despite the slight twitch of electrical static, the ammunition cycled dry before the force field would short.
Shortrange defenses shield against daamge from Imperial firepowe.

PAge 400
The siege-tank ran into and over the Chaos lord. With a dull thump, the tank went over, heavy treads grinding. Roth could hear the squeal of mangled metal, yet when Roth turned to inspect the damage, the Chaos lord was standing.
...
Khorsabad Maw snatched the rear of the Siegfried in his hands,
fingers denting buttery holes into the metal. The Siegfried’s gas turbine engines were pushed to their limit, grunting like a wounded bull. Khorsabad fought the tank, digging his heels into the rubble.

Then with an explosive cleaning motion, Khorsabad Maw launched the entire vehicle over his head and into the air.

The Siegfried came down, bottom side up, after flipping cleanly in the air. The weight of the tank virtually destroyed itself. Armour plating flew, the engine block compressed the crew compartment. Tracks flipped high into the air. If the initial shock of crash-landing had not killed the crew, the physical trauma of six tonnes of steel imploding and exploding surely would have.
Khorsabad Maw survives being run over by said tank, and is able to lift and flip the 6 tonne (or more) light tank.,

Page 401
Roth shot with his plasma pistol. The spheres of atomic energy warped as they made contact with Khorsabad’s force field, dissipating with bright flashes. Blue static convulsed across the shield’s surface.
The Maw's forefield repels Roth's plasma pistol too, although given he gets shot this suggess it was close ot his limit.

Page 402
The two bullets had passed the flickering shield as Roth’s plasma rounds tested the generators. A neat entry hole opened up on Khorsabad Maw’s left temple and exited in a fist-sized crater out his opposite cheek. Another went through his neck.

...
The inquisitor watched the four-thousand-year-old
Arch-heretic fall to his knees, batting his hands weakly against his ruptured head.
From an auto gun, big head-injurty exit wound and also Maw's age.

Page 404
She was wearing a curious outfit that
resembled a diving suit. Roth could see her face through the porthole window of her bulbous helmet.

Hazard work-suits — he had seen Guard engineers working with them in chemically treated environments. The rubbery leather overalls were lined with lead, and the wrist and ankle cuffs were seamed to the gloves and boots.
Hazmat suits.

PAge 405
The industrial tunnel-boring machine was Guard-issue and no larger than a tractor. The driver gave a thumbs-up with his hazard mitten and the nose-coned drill started. With a monotone shriek it ground into the ancient bone disc. The drill spat a spray of sparks when molten bone shavings fizzed into the air.
Guard issue drill. Probably for siege and engineer regiments.

PAge 408
The very same angry god who had been unleashed in the Reclamation Wars. The star hadn’t been in expansion then, the polar conduits had not been carved to the precise schematics ordained by the Early Sentients. Instead the gamma flare as the star sparked and returned to stasis had eroded Aridun’s ozone and caused the mass extinction. This thing was a destroyer of worlds.
Again the star 'flared' during the Reclamation wars, again hinting at the manner of destruction wrought on an Imperial cruiser.
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Re: Bastion Wars series Analysis thread

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Well now we've had the good Bastion Wars stuff (really the only one, I'm sorry to say.) Next up is Flesh and Iron. This is a rather.. interesting entry. Ostensibly its an IG novel, but its actually a chaos novel.. or rather an IG novel trying to be a chaos novel, trying to be mil scifi. I think this is one reason it doesn't *quite* work - its juggling two different aspects and not doing it very well. Another problem is that compared to Emperor's Mercy... i just couldn't find the characters all that engaging or compelling. There are no Roths or Silversteins. There's no likable 'adversaries.' Frankly everyone comes off as something of an asshole, even the progatonists.

Also like Emperor's Mercy, you get a ton of 'datafile' stuff and mil stuff, which IMHO gets a bit too much and degrades the book even further. If that weren't bad enough, there are accusations of Plagarism - although some call it homage tied up with the book due to how it is phrased nad executed. I personally have no opinion on it, but it certainly does make things uncomfortable.

It's kind of a shame really, because I was hoping for something better. In the book's defence, it still carries over much of the 'atmosphere and horror' aspects of war, especially in the way the IG treats the indigineous population (poorly.), although at some point this is where I think things start crossing over into 'asshole' territory (or a baen novel.) which unfortunately detracts from anything positive in the atmosphere. A less 'rar attrtion happy' attitude towards the guard never hurts either, even if it is a tad rare.

Anyhow, Flesh and iron. Single update.

PAge 8
Although founded on the world of Ouisivia, the Guardsmen of the 31st Riverine had been especially requested by the Ecclesiarchy for their specialisation in jungle and semi-aquatic warfare.

Riverine specialisation. Whilst I can't recall any 'ampbihious' speciliaed forces, it isn't impossible. After all if they have ice worlds, desert worlds, and other 'categories' why not a water world?
Page 9
The slow-moving Chimeras languished in the river, taking pot shots from the riverbanks.
...
Barcham lost eleven men of his forty-man platoon and swore never again to use amphibious Chimeras in a river patrol. Such ponderous machines died slowly in the water.
Chimeras described with amphibious capability. They had it in Chapter approved, but not (I think) the Imperial armour books. This could reflect variations on design. Where the Riverine got the Chimeras isn't specified (Are they organic, or were they allocated or requisitioned for the mission?) I'd guess (given the rest of the book) they are part of the regiment. It also isn't known the degree to which they are equipped - probably not the whole regiment, since the 88th Battalion isn't seen using them (Then again given the ineffectiveness of Chimeras on the river, that may be why.)


Page 10
He requisitioned inflatable Riverine assault landers for his platoon...
...
Barcham's platoon equipped all subsequent patrols with either inflatable landers or swift boats - ten-metre-long shallow draft vessels that housed a crew of six and one precious pintle-mounted bolter.
IG-issue inflatable boats. Never leave home without them. I imagine the 'swift boats' were requisitioned from local forces. I don't quite see the Munitorum providing those as standard.

Page 11
So it came to pass that Barcham's platoon set forth in four separate Chimeras, each carrier housing a squad of ten Riverine Amphibious.
Again the Riverine have chimeras as well as inflatable boats.

Page 14
That was when the hatchway swung open again. A hand appeared, tossed in a grenade, and slammed the hatch shut. Lieutenant Barcham dropped into a crouch and turned his back to the grenade. It went off with a stiffly concussive report.

Something stung his back. "Direct hit!" he shouted at his men, turning to inspect the damage.
Frag grenade goes off inside Chimera, suggesting a close proximity (a few metres) from the grenade. We dont know its effectiveness or nature (probably Imperial, given their acess to other high tech weaponry) . It sounds impressive, but note that he's both crouching AND turning to face away from the target, which will mitigate the effects somewhat. It's also likely that the interior (seats, etc) could affect the damage. According to a Mythbusters episode from last year its possible this would reduce the chances of injury - it also probably affects hit locations (EG less vital areas like legs and such take hits instead of the head or neck or such). Presumably he's also wearing at least torso armor (given that another guy takes a hit and gets eviscerated.)
Note that he has to be about (at least) 1.5 M or so away, because of the concussive effects.
Still if body armour can make close in shrapnel hits survivable (considering that, depending on some sources shrapnel can travel at 3000 to 5000 feet per second, we're not talking trivial damage (hell certain kinds of grenades can blow people apart in close proximity.)

Page 15-16
Lieutenant Barcham, limping with shrapnel in his left leg and lower back, was placed on temporary administrative duties until recovery. He was a grade three - wounded with grievous bodily harm - and given two weeks' recuperation.
Whether any of the shrapel was from the aformentioned grenade or subsequent injury we can't be sure. As I said though it indicates at least that the Riverine (probable) body armour made a close range (within a few metres) grenade detonation highly survivable with preparation - from frag if not blast effects.

Page 17
From those frothing waves rose the towering might of an Imperial Argo-Nautical, a warship of distant Persepia. From its forward-jutting ram prow to its stern, the Nautical was a vast floating gun battery.
...
The Argo-Nautical dominated the ocean, eclipsing the horizon as it drew astern with an offshore platform. Its sheer bulk made the support girders of the platform appear frail and dwarfed even the Vulture gunships roosting on the landing pad.
A rare (unique?) example of Imperial wet-navy warship design. Between this and that submersible from Black Tide, I'm not sure how common this is. Maybe they're scattered about the various worlds as Pre-Heresy relics. I'd imagine that in more recent times they'd requisition or borrow any wet navy assets they needed (if available) from the locals. Or just made do with other means (like shuttles and dropships.)

Page 18
Also present was Major General Gaspar Montalvo of the Caliguan Motor Rifles. He sweated in the sun underneath a furred mantle and a full suit of burnished copper. Accompanying him were two of the tallest, most imposing men in his regiment. The soldiers were men of the 105th Motor Rifles, a mechanised formation from the oil-rich world of Caligua in the Bastion Stars. They wore loose-fitting jumpsuits of dusty brown with pads of ballistic mesh sewn into the thighs, chest and shoulders of their utility uniforms.
another regiment, this one motorised. Vehicle-equipped units seem pretty damn common in Bastion Stars area between this and Emperor's Mercy, and its not exactly a major region by all accounts. The copper plate is either officer's outfit or its for heavy infantry/storm troops. Given what we learn of the Caliguan later, its probably later and the jumpsuits are the uniform. Whether the 'mesh' stuff is a variation of flak or actual mesh armour we don't know, but the coverage seems significant - although here they lack any rigid plates.
Page 25
...at equal distance from the western seaboard and eastern peninsula, the Earthwrecker was a conduit of maritime dominance. A rail-mounted artillery piece based on the Earthshaker design, the super-heavy Earthwrecker was an immense artefact of war. It lay dormant in a subterranean rail network built specifically for its containment, a military installation situated in the Kalinga Curtain and stationed with six thousand PDF servicemen....
...
...it was manoeuvred ponderously by way of rail-track to any number of firing vents carved into the hillside.
The Kalinga Curtain covered an area of thirty-five square kilometres and contained an entire underground rail system and hundreds of anti-air raid structures.
Out plot goal, a superheavy Earthshaker-type artillery piece. Probably a 40K equivalent of a Schwerer Gustav or some other sort of railway artillery.
Page 26
With its eight-tonne rocket-propelled warheads, the Carnibales had managed to thwart every Imperial attempt to land troops or supplies onto the mainland.
Earthwrecker shells. Rocket-assisted munitions again (Extended range?) The mass of the munitions fits roughly with the Gustav munitions (which are around 6-7 tons)

Page 26
The Persepian Nautical Fleet wasted thousands of tonnes of munitions in relentless bombing sorties in an effort to neutralise the threat but to no result.
Scope of the bombing activities. We dont know how long its been going on though.
Page 27
On this day it was the men of the 88th Battalion of the 31st Riverine Regiment that came ashore for their assault drills. They were five hundred and fifty men in all..
Riverine Battalion size.
Page 28
Next came the inflatable assault landers, black rubber and U-shaped. Each carried a twelve-man squad of Riverine troops. Behind them came a support squadron of fifteen gunboats, flat hulled and fifteen metres in length. These were robust vessels resembling squat river barges, each housing a single autocannon or heavy flamer.
Riverine seem unusual in using 12 man squads - which implies its at least possible (but probably not common) to vary squad allotments to small degrees. Also the gunboats which seem to be basically water borne Heavy weapons platforms (instead of wheeled.)
Page 32
"Those damned siege-batteries. Who would have thought that a handful of insurgents could stalemate twenty divisions of Imperial fighting men."
There's thirty 'divisions' of Guard. Depending on division size, that might e 300-600 thousand troops depending on size, although whether they are all fighting men is debatable.
It's also puzzling WHY the superheavies are holding them up. Nevermind orbital bombardment, what about orbital deployment? the Navy almost certainly controls the air and spaceways, and that's a huge advantage.
Nearest thing I can guess is that politics is fucking things up somehow. It usualyl can be counted to.
Page 33
"A Persepian Argo-Nautical. The warship Thrice Avenged attempted to land fourteen thousand Motor Rifles onto the mainland just two days ago. It managed to sail within visual distance of the island before the super-heavies began firing ordnance on it. One shell went clear through the hull and the whole mess went down within minutes. We lost about ten thousand Caliguans and almost the entire crew."
The troop carrying capacity of the wet navy craft. They almost sound like a regiment/ship type organization of their own (EG raised from antoher places and deployed) which is odd to say the least. how do they haul and deploy the fuckers? I get the feeling Zou was so intent on having 'wet navy and jungle shit' in his novel he didnt think this through. *shrugs* Then again the Imperium could be that messed up. There's worse stuff.

Page 33
If the two warships sunk in the early days of the war did not teach them to stop deploying the vessels, then the subsequent three sunk in the following months should have. Yet they persisted, sending one after another of the great warships towards the mainland loaded with supplies, fuel and men...
5 lost.. assuming similar ratios to the last quote, we're tlaking 50K to 70K lost just in those sinkings.

Page 33
But that was exactly what High Command had continued to do. The war had begun with a full complement of twelve great Nautical warships, a dozen floating fortresses that should have stopped the war within days. Now, four months later, they were left with seven...
Twelve big boats. Again were they 'native' or assigned or deployed or what? either way we're talking a ocean-going capacity to deploy some 168,000 troops givne the 14K figure from before. The Perspeians seem to also be an air force (Vultures, Marauders, lightnings, etc.) so it might be something Bastion-Wars centric (something akin to the Phantine perhaps.)

Page 46-47
Luis tore open the package with his bare hands, spilling the contents onto the ground. Tubes of sugared fruits, tins and packets fell out like a new harvest...
...
There were tinned curds, cereal crackers and tubs of meaty paste.
...
A village fisherman held up a tube of fruit-paste triumphantly...
...
Luis plucked up a tin labelled lactose syrup, sugared and placed it into a pouch for safekeeping...
guard issue rations in the Bastion sector.
Page 61
[quoteReluctantly tugging his flak vest on, he saluted Baeder. [/quote]
The Riverine do have flak vests, at least.
Page 62
He wore non-issue snakeskin boots and a flak vest over his bare torso in total disregard for regulation
Again, flak vest.
Page 67
He selected another autorifle from the desk, this one even cruder than the last, with a chipped wooden stock and a blunt-nosed barrel of sheet metal all held together in places by rubber banding.

Despite its poor craftsmanship, there was no mistaking the 6.65mm hollow point ammunition in its drum magazine.
Autoweapon and calibre. agian like the ones in Vraks, they seem to opt for 'big' calibers. I wonder if 40K has 5.56 mm at all?
Page 69
He was a combat aviator of the 245th Nautical Squadron, and he fought the Imperium's wars from a cockpit at supersonic speeds ...
..
Lieutenant Duponti was one of many Nautical aviators who scrambled Lightning interceptors from the flight decks of a Persepian fleet. The planes, painted a powdery blue, were a workhorse of the Persepian Nauticals. They
Again the wet navy and air forces seem to be akin to a 'regiment' or a Naval pilot squadron in alot of ways. Or perhaps like the Phantine. some sort of rare/unusual type of Guard formation perhaps?

Page 70
It took that long before a platoon of Riverine Chimeras reached his position ..
Again a platoon formation of Riverine chimeras.. they're at least partly mechanised.

Page 83
This close to the seaboard base camps, a Vulture gunship could be voxed and en route within minutes. With an operative distance of five hundred kilometres, the gunships threatened a wide radius of wilderness..
Implied range and speed of Vultures. The range is a bit odd.. 500 both ways is 1000 km, which is half the range


Page 83-84
Vultures were heavily favoured by the 31st Riverine. Back home on Ouisivia, the swamp orks were so wary of these war machines that they considered them an incarnation of Gork's wrath. And indeed, there was a crude resemblance; painted in the jade green and tan of the Riverine with its sloping, pugnacious profile, the Vulture was a predator in the field of war. A chin-mounted heavy bolter was housed below the cockpit, while two autocannons were cradled in hard points beneath its wings. These weapons discharged in rotation so that while one fired, the others would load, generating enough firepower to flatten a hectare of mangrove into quagmire within a minute.

But the Riverine pilots preferred to hit and run, strafing the enemy with conservative bursts of fire.
...
With such air dominance at their disposal it was little wonder that the insurgency resisted attacking the 88th Battalion during the early stages.
The Riverine, it seem, have Vultures attached to them. Whether they are borrowed from the Navy or Organic, we don't know. Probably organic, since it sems to be Riverine-oriented pilots. Its not impossible for this to happen (drop troopers get them) but then again its not Valkyries, its just vultures, so maybe thats more acceptable.
2 autocannon and one heavy bolter can, within a minute, decimate a hectare of land. A hectare is 10,000 square m (100x100 m area.) Assuming 200 rounds in a minute or so each shot affects 50 square metres (call it an 8-10 m diamter roughly) Call it roughly equivalent ot between a quarter kilo and a kilo of TNT depending on exact parameters and payload. This isn't a precise calc but more an approximation (for example that could be 10 shots for a heavy bolter, since it has a higher ROF than mos tautocannons, of course it also depends on the autocannons. If thesea re high ROF the yield might go down quite a bit.)
Page 86
Baeder was still lost in thought when his vox headset crackled. "Sir, this is forward scouts, reporting," came the soft, metallic voice on the other end. Roughly half a kilometre upriver, three swift boats maintained a constant lead on the flotilla as forward scouts and it was their job to stay in constant vox contact...
vox headsets and an implied range of half a km. Whether all the riverine have them or just some (like the Officers and NCOs) we dont know.
Page 91
"If we were back home, I'd say this the craft of swamp orks," Mortlock said over the vox headset.
Sergeants at least have vox headsets.
page 94
She and her company of sisters had been assigned to him for the better part of a decade since his ascension to cardinal and Fure had taken upon herself the task of his safety with a vigilance that bordered on the obsessive. She slept four hours a day, devoting the rest of her time to her training as a monastic militant. In her supervision of Avanti's guard detail, the cardinal had never feared for his safety, no matter where he travelled. Avanti enjoyed the rightful obedience he wielded over her and allowed her to display her devotion whenever it pleased him.
A Cadrinal has an entire company of Sisters, just as his personal bodyguard. He can't be the only one either. Assuming one CArdinal per sector that would be a million sisters merely devoted to this task alone.
Also the guy is an ass, which isn't unusual for the Ecclesiarchy at this rank, but it is annoying to see the Sororitas treated as s imply being the facesless, mindless slave army of the Ecclesarichy. I mean its not like they serve the Inquisition or anything.. they just mindlessly do whatever a fucking priest says.
Page 103
the Persepian fleet steamed one of its grand Argo-Nauticals - the Manifest Destiny - to within sighting distance of the mainland.
...
From there, fourteen thousand Guardsmen would be deployed with supplies and motor fuel to establish an Imperial foothold on the island and reinforce the Riverine Amphibious already on the mainland.
another of the navy ships carrying 14K troop.
Page 103-104
Eight kilometres out from the coastline, Carnibales spies planted in the coastal villages alerted the enemy of the Imperial movement. Three minutes later, the first Earthwrecker shell landed in the water just shy of the Manifest Destiny. Despite its gargantuan bulk, the Argo-Nautical was rocked by tsunami-level tidals created by the warhead. The second warhead, howling on contrails across the sky, did not miss. The hyper-velocity round - more missile than ordnance shell - split the Nautical's deck and released its charge inside the ship's hold.
Earthwrecker vs navy ship again. I kinda doubt its *quite* railgun velocity (just call me crazy) but we know its at least 1000 m/s going by here Given a 3 minute time we might be looking at something like 200 km or so.
for an 8 ton shell at 1000 m/s we're looking at 4 GJ of KE and 8 million kg*m/s worth of momentum. That's far more than a battleship shell. Several times greater than the KE of the Gustav, but within that magnitude.
This might also suggest the other 'hyper-velocity' examples (EG Conqeuror cannon, etc.) might be rocket-assisted/propelled ammo which might explain short barrels and high velocities. I mean they found some way to make bolters work out (magic!)...

page 116
Tracking his movement with the scope of his lasrifle..
scoped lasrifle.
Page 117
A trio of insurgents began to set up a mortar plate beneath a stand of tendril beards and Baeder juiced his entire clip in their direction.
LAsrifle emptied in a very short period of time.. most if not all of the clip.
Page 118
At eight hundred and fifty rounds a minute, the heavy bolter emptied the canoe of all enemy life in seconds.
It says heavy bolter but its probably a stubber, which is what it is described both before and affert his passage.
Page 120
The insurgents could not match the aggression of soldiers who had trained for years if not decades. They were Guard, damn it!
Much like in IA11, the Guard seems to perpetually train for conflicts.
PAge 121
...a fen-hammer. In reality it was a small four-kilogram carburettor, stripped from a boat motor and hot-welded onto a metre of solid steel piping. The weapon was crude, weighty, and common on Ouisivia for crashing ork skulls. Swamp orks were known to survive multiple bayonet stabs, but a blow from a fen-hammer could lay down even the toughest greenskin.
Fen hammer, and Ork durability vs certain kinds ofw eapons.
Page 122-123
..flexing the fingers of his power fist. It was a standard design issued to staff-officers, with an external power pack that limited its battery life.
...
Baeder swatted at the weapon with the palm of his power fist, tearing the weapon away from the insurgent and breaking his wrists with the kinetic force.
Guard officer powerfist. Zou really seems to like them.
Page 127
The body before him had a laswound in his throat and a filmy glaze in his eyes.
Lasfire that doesnt seem to blow the head off. Or even partly off. They also cause bleeding so can't be much cuaterization here.
Page 132
His body changed painfully. Every day his joints ached and at night it was worse, especially his shins, his shoulders and deep in his liver. He grew rapidly from a height of one seventy centimetres to almost one ninety in a matter of days. The chemical injections continued, administered daily by the Dos Pares. Although they hurt less with each successive treatment, the pain never went away. Mautista became spider-thin, almost distended. The Two Pairs assured him it was a necessary side-effect of his treatments.
Blood gorgons give native insurgents (certain kinds) chemical treatments to enhance them physically in some ways. Whether or not this is related to astartes stuff or not, I dont know.

PAge 139-140
His mood did not improve until he ate his boiled ration pack, a tin of ground meat and nuts in a starchy gravy. He even emptied the calorie-dense concoction into a mess tin for the purpose of dipping crackers and accompanied this with a tin cup of hot infusion. It was a far cry from eating the rations cold out of the packet on the run, and improved its otherwise questionable palatability. Overall, it was the best meal Corporal Schilt could ever remember eating.
More IG cuisine.
Page 144-145
The man was a career officer, pure and simple. His mind was technically brilliant and, as a strategist, Baeder was more than sound. But in Pulver's opinion, Baeder had a fault inherited by most Imperial commanders - he tried too often to be a hero. The annals of Imperial history were richly embroidered with courageous last stands, glorious victories against the odds and dazzling displays of swordsmanship. From fleet officers to mighty Astartes, these were all grand men, Pulver did not doubt that. But he hated it. When it came down to the running of an army, Pulver wanted a stern, no-nonsense planner. The idea of following a romantic leader forging ahead towards suicidal martyrdom did not appeal to the pragmatic sergeant in the slightest.
...
What he needed was a commander who could get the job done, quickly and quietly with minimum loss of his soldiers.
Sergeant Major's thoughts on a good IG officer.
Page 154
He cocked his Kupiter .45 automat pistol and slid after the footprints in the mud.
Baeder has a .45 cal autopistol. HeH.

Page 1551-156
As he sprinted the several metres towards Baeder, he received a pistol shot in the abdomen. But small calibre rounds never guaranteed putting an opponent down, especially when he was running on desperation. Baeder back-pedalled and fired two more shots, both finding their mark in the murderer's torso. Yet he kept on coming. With an eight-round clip, the autopistol had one shot left. Baeder fired his last round into the attacker's neck, almost pushing the pistol barrel against him. There was a great burst of blood, but still the murderer rushed at him. A firearm's lack of stopping power was every Guardsman's worst nightmare.
This is fairly comedic. As noted the damn weapon is a .45, and yet its considered small calibre and lacking stopping power. I mean I know this is 40K and you get absurdly huge rounds but this is a tad ridiculous you know? The guy bleeds out eventually, but its crazy how he took multiple .45 rounds without going down.

Page 161-162
A heavy stub gunner exposed his upper body above the ditch to give them better covering fire. He fired a long ten-second spurt before a single shot blew out his eye and sent him tumbling back into the ditch. Mortlock slung his lasrifle over his shoulder and crawled over the dead gunner.
...
Then he unlatched the heavy stub gun from dead fingers and pulled out the remaining belt of rounds from the ammo-pack Hennel wore on his back. Holding the stubber one-handed while he laid the belt of ammunition across the open palm of his left, he knelt down behind the ditch and pelted out tracer in wide sweeps.
Heavy stubber being used singlehanded by a isngle guy. I'm guessing we're talking more the 'siege of vraks'd efinition fo heavy stubber, rather than the 'ma deuce/25mm' definition.

Page 170-171
"This planet was a waste of the Emperor's natural bounty. We are turning it into something productive for the Imperial settlement so that man can enjoy the fruits of his own labour."
...
"The Emperor decreed that land unused is land wasted. What man creates by the efforts of his own labour becomes his by the laws of nature. This planet was empty when we came here, devoid of sovereign authority. "
...
Kaplain could not shake the feeling that even if the Ruinous Powers did have a hand in this conflict, it was only the result of the Ecclesiarchy's callous course of actions that invoked them somehow.
To sum it up - the Ecclesairchy are pushing progress, and probably being greedy fucks, and end up triggering this insurgency. Of course it doesnt help it sa Blood Gorgons recruiting world, but still..

Page 181
On board the Argo-Nautical, two thousand Persepians were at rest, oblivious to the turbulent fighting many kilometres away on the mainland. The Iron Ishmael carried two battalions of Nautical Infantry, a squadron of Marauder bombers reinforced by four Lightning strike-fighters, as well as a crew of seven hundred sailors, crewmen and logistics units.
Argo-nautical complement. Npot quite a carrier, more like an amphibious assault ship
Page 190-191
Trooper Nye yelped and fell backwards. A round had entered his neck, just above the collar of his flak vest.
Flak vest again. The round (las or auto) might have been stopped by the vest had it struck right.
Page 201
The Kalisadors each gripped a Mosgant90 tactical shotgun. These were quality weapons produced off-world and parkerised with a frosty black phosphate to prevent corrosion in the humid Baston climate. Pump action with a six-slug capacity, the shotguns were incredibly accurate and could worry a target out at one hundred and fifty metres.
More 40K faux-real life tacticool stuff.
Page 202
Of course, their autoguns and lasrifles had greater range over the shotguns, but killing the Kalisadors would simply result in a needless massacre of the village. At over three hundred metres, there was also no guarantee that their home-forged weaponry could accurately put down both Kalisadors.
Range and accuracy of insurgent lasweapons. Presumably the Guard issue are much better (and they are better trained)
Page 209
According to his maps, which Baeder had learnt not to rely on, the siege-batteries were entrenched no more than eighty kilometres away as they exited the basin.
Lower limit on Siege gun ranges.. probably many times that.

Page 215
He had even managed to trade a meltagun from the base quartermaster.
Gun-happy guardsmna procures (illeglaly?) through trade or bribery a meltagun. gotta love that Imperial Guard/Munitorum procurement system!

Page 216
Meanwhile, Baeder turned back to survey the land with his magnoculars. He filtered the lens into night vision and took a moment to adjust his vision.
The land was a two-dimensional monochrome green.
Night vision binocs

PAge 217
It was obvious that the insurgents were amateurs. The very fact that the village had managed to keep them at bay told Baeder that the warband was too frightened to make any determined assault on the village. Instead, they skulked out in the rural fields, firing at the fortified town. They were probably hoping the villagers would run out of ammunition before they did. Any Imperial Guard platoon with good fire and movement could have taken that village in minutes.
Baeder's assessment of the insurgents.,
PAge 221
..a las-shot exploded against the barricade. The kinetic energy sent reverberations along the jig-sawed metal.
Just so we're clear.. the KE is going to come from explosive vaporization.
Page 232
The full helm itself was very much like the ones worn by heroes of the Astartes Chapters, but there the similarities ended. Its grilled snout and slitted eyes were sculpted into a yawning, simian visage. Horns of polished ebony curled from its brow and a coif of chainmail trailed down the nape.
...
It was cold and heavy. Very heavy. Baeder had to clench his upper body just to hold up the twenty kilograms of solid ceramite.
Blood Gorgons helm. At least 20 kilos, probably not including other non-ceramite elements (although they may be in minority, so we're probably not talking vastly bigger.. 10 kg or less extra.) May be chaos enhanced or tainted.
Page 236
Within the troop holds of the Argo-Nauticals, Caliguan Motor Rifles were rousing from months of stand-down. In the cavernous docking bellies, tens of thousands of Caliguans were preparing their transports and organising their gear. Chimeras, armoured tracks, Trojan support vehicles parked in rows, were getting fuelled.
the Caliguans again. Note heavily motorised and they represent a significant portion of the Guard forces here.
Page 237
...the Caliguan Guardsmen were stocking equipment up the rear ramps of their Chimeras. The cramped confines were stacked with boxes of ammunition, rations, grenade satchels, missile tubes, mortars and tanks of water.
Chimera loadout for caliguans.
Page 237
As the men worked, officers went from track to track, distributing stimms and dip for what would be an extended combat operation. The stimms would keep them alert and chewing dip promoted aggression. Alertness and aggression were the cornerstones of a Guard assault.
Not sure if these are combat drugs, or just things to bolster capabilities.
Page 244
The team surveyed the perimeter as well as it could, sweeping the area with the auspex.
...
Fear of discovery was a tense constant and, while some worked feverishly to sketch rough plans and make auspex scans, the others kept watch with their lasguns. According to the auspex, Baeder noticed that no insurgents lingered above ground in the compound's external blockhouses, save for the sentries up in the towers.
Using auspex to scan an area for mapping and planning purposes.
Page 253
On his second visit, Mautista had even been fortunate enough to witness the weapon lob a shell hundreds of kilometres out into the ocean beyond. It had delighted Mautista when the superheavy weapon had fired a thirty-tonne shell from a barrel so big that he had only seen the tip of it peeking out from an opening in the hillside.
Earthwrecker shell mass and range. The thing must be ordinatus if not starship weapon scale.
page 266
"It's a one hundred metre long cannon for frag's sake. "
Earthwrecker again. I reiterate my comments about its size.
Page 277
Approximately one third of the men in his battalion had opted to take the LH Fusil-pattern autorifles instead of the lasgun. Each of these men would carry five magazines of thirty rounds into combat. That meant over twenty thousand rounds would have to be wiped and slotted into detachable box magazines.
Riverine autoguns.
Page 278
Baeder did not doubt that the sight of the one hundred and fifty kilo major slinging his fen-hammer could rally them from the brink of surrender.
Christ the guy must be nearly as big as Bragg, or an Astartes.
Page 279
Baeder knew he would shoot women and children if they threatened the safety of his soldiers. Every shot fired against his men was a personal attempt to kill Baeder himself. When it came down to this, everything was negotiable.
Our Noble Hero of the Imperium, ladies and gents. Guess where this is leading?
Page 290
Trooper Kleiger took aim next to Pulver and racked off a trio of grenades from his launcher, the drum magazine cycling with a hollow foomp foomp foomp.
Riverine grenade launcher.
PAge 290
They checked and rechecked their auspexes, cross-referencing them with their tactical maps every fifty metres.
Auspex navigation again

Page 291
Then a las-shot coming from his exposed right side tore out his throat.
No head exploding this time!

Page 292
Slater had joined the 26th Founding of the Riverine when he had been a slum youth. He fought and bled with his comrades on the beaches of Bilsbane to the outer reaches of the Canis Cleft Sub. For forty-one long years, he fought with the 26th Riverine, watching his friends die one after another until there were less than a company's worth of men surviving. The old veterans were retired from service in the Austral Subsector and Slater had scrimped his savings to purchase a voyage back to his home of Ouisivia. It was every Guardsman's dream to survive his service and one day return home. But upon his return, Ouisivia was a strange and foreign place. The only home he knew was with the Guard. Old, tired but seeking purpose, Petero Slater reenlisted with the Riverine and joined the 31st Founding.
Interesting because they get pay, and they can save up for transport home (one possible way, under certain circumstances, that Guardsmen can return home from a tour. I doubt they can do it if they get too far from home - eg Out-sector or even out-subsector.)
Page 296
As a Riverine fire-team sprinted forwards, an autocannon round erupted in their midst, punching a jagged spear of limestone into the air. Brahl and Drexler literally fell apart at the joints. Fragments of stone and metal shredded Daimler's flak vest from his torso along with much of his skin.
...
The Archenemy had expected this. They landed another autocannon shell in the exact same position. Haber, Landau and Riese disappeared in a mist of red.
Autocannon round seems to be worth several grenades at least, given effects. Flak offers no protection against close range yield of that sort of weapon.

Page 300
A grenade went off, blowing apart Riverine and insurgent alike.
Implied yield of grenade of some kind or size (they can vary in the Imperium).. worth multiple RL grenades if taken at face value.
Page 303
The paintings peeled away. The shadowy forms came unstuck from their two-dimensional moorings and moved towards him. Steencamp was paralysed by fear
...
It was Archenemy magic indeed. He had never seen it, but he had heard the Ruinous Powers were certainly capable of such things. Carnibales fighters seemed to melt from the walls, camouflaged amongst the paintings. They were daubed in blacks and reds and ochre chalk to blend in with their surroundings. Heretic sorcery had done the rest. It was an ambush that no textbook in the Guard Primer could have prepared him for.
Chaos sorcery at work.
Page 307-308
A las-shot skimmed his helmet, the kinetic force slapping the top of his head as if reminding him to keep behind cover.
I assume this refers to some sort of explosive vaporization of a small aprt of the helmet. Perhaps an ablative quality imparting explosive force.
Page 309
Amidst the stacks of Earthwrecker shells, Archenemy fighters laid down a furious web of las. Resembling coned silos, they stood ten metres tall, enamelled in the pitted black of a ship's anchor. Ordnance stood in rows like sentinels, dozens and dozens of them.
...
These were not simple ordnance but self-propelled rockets capable of long-range ballistic trajectory, each carrying a fission charge. It would only take one ruptured shell to devastate the entire bunker.
Fission based Earthwrecker shelsl 10m long. Again the whole 'scale' argument (ordinatus starship weapon) comes to mind. Although if that were the case why can the fission charges be set off by gunfire?

Page 310
A bolter round exploded from his lasgun. The broken weapon flew off in one direction and pieces of his hand sprayed out in the other. Tuton fell back to his squad, clutching the stump of his wrist.
bolt round.

Page 315
With five hundred kilograms of post-human sinew and augmetic plate, Jormeshu collided with his opponent and ran him into the ground.
Blood Gorgons mass. Heavier than in the third novel.

Page 318
Meanwhile, three grenade launchers pumped forty millimetre rounds in curving arcs, dumping their payloads into the Archenemy shield formation at the fore.
Grenade calibre

Page 320
. He raised his lasrifle to his shoulder and aligned the ironsight on the Traitor's helmet.

...
He squeezed the trigger. Automatic las-fire whined from his muzzle in whickering, white flashes. Molten droplets fanned out like a welder flame to iron. Slowly, the faceplate deformed and split, flesh parted to fortified bone. The bone gave way and finally the Traitor Marine slumped.

"Corporal! It's done! It's dead. Let's move!'"
A short barrage of lasfire (not enough to empty the pack apparently - we're talking seconds since they're in the middle of a battle and another soldier urges him on shortly) penetrates Blood gorgon helm and kills the guy inside. Doesnt seem to be particularily explosive in mode but we dont know. We also don't know setting (They're variable setting).

We know from earlier that such helmets might be around 20 kg in mass. The faceplte probably represents 1/5 or so the total mass so we're talking 3-5 kg. It's at least partly melted (molten droplets and the deformation), but I figure if we treat it as an order of magnitude estimate it will cover the range. Assuming silicon composition in place of ceramite, we're talking 6-10 MJ (roughly) to melt through completely. as I said it may not be totally that, so the actual vaule could be as little sa a 'mere' 600 kilojoules for the entire burst under those assumptions.

Assuming ceramite = iron = 3-5 kg is around 3.6 to 6 MJ to melt through, which is again 360 kj to 6 MJ as our estimate.

Assuming it burns through the powerpack completely (50 shots) we're talking 7-12 kj per shot for my 'low' end. For 6-10 MJ we're talking 100-200 kj per shot.

Bear in mind this lasgun assumes a 'heat ray' type weapon, or at least one that uses steam explosions/explosive, single pulse vaporization to do its damage, so its not very efficient compared to the more 'Luke Campbell' style lasers and is not inherently superior just because it has more energy. Although raw energy does have its uses sometimes :P

Page 326
Persepian Poseidon-class patrol boats, off-shore combat vessels forty metres long from bow to stern, were released into the river systems..
more naval boats. apparently the nautical forces here ARE part of the Guard.

Page 332
The Four directed the warbands to avoid the Imperial combat elements and harass their supply lines. The inevitable tail of fuel trucks and logistics trains that followed the wake of the motorised divisions was firebombed and ambushed. Yet the war could not be won that way and, in six days, the Imperial Guard had reclaimed provinces almost two hundred kilometres inland.
Again the offensive in this book is more heavily (tottally) mechanised than in other novels. And more mobile. Taros this is not, but its closer to stuff like Betalis III (IA11).

page 334-335
...a Persepian Orca-class patrol boat broke away from the picket. Long and lean with a towering cluster of vox-masts and auspex sweepers, it was larger than five swift boats in length. A trio of twin-linked autocannon turrets was tiered on the vessel's short streamlined superstructure.
...
. Once it had entered the formation the Orca's turrets thudded, slashing 25mm rounds in a wide fan.
Orca Patrol boats. 25mm autocannon.

Page 337
Before the sergeant could reply his head disintegrated in a puff of blood, following the distinct report of a bolter.
Sororitas bolter head-splosion. Also seems to imply the round hit before the report arrived (supersonic?)

Page 344
Baeder clenched his power fist but realised the fusion generator was depleted, its display screen chipped and clouded with water.
fusion powered powerfist. What kind of fusion is another question.

Page 351
Lightnings and Marauders dominated the troposphere while Vulture gunships hunted above the canopy. The drone of engines became a constant, interrupted only by the pounding of bombs.
PErsepian nautical aviation wing. Another Phantine like formation in the Guard, although this is a subset of the larger naval force. Up to 7-20 km altitude for troposphere. Of course the insurgents have no planes...

Page 373-374
"If your company maps and charts the inland, then the Ecclesiarchy is prepared to offer you a sum of sixty-four million credits, half to be paid in advance."

..
"Sixty-four million including a right to levy slaves from the indigenous population."
...
Although a five per cent cut to Weston-East Phalia meant a five per cent reduction to the Ecclesiarchy, the Imperial church would still hold forty-five per cent of all rural profits on Baston. Indeed, it would be a new age of enlightenment and civilisation on the world
The Ecclesiarchy, dirtying its hands in mundane affiars.. FOR THE EMPEROR! I actually disliked how the Sorortias were portrayed here, since they aren't just mindless minions of the priests (eg they serve the Hereticus too. I kinda doubt the Hereticus would approve of the Church deliberately fostering a rebellion and Chaos worship for financial gain...)

Also credits seem to be the medium of exchange here, rater than Throne/Throne Gelt, Crowns, or whatever.

Page 379
In anticipation of impending attack, gunners peered from behind autocannon turrets, while torpedo crews and deck gunners gathered at their battle stations. Range-finders leaned forwards into rubberised eyepieces, trying to make something out of the rain.
...
The deck-mounted storm bolter batteries drammed out a salvo of ranging shots, throwing glowing tracers over their heads. Both Argo-Nauticals opened up with broadsides, 254mm naval guns sending a curtain of shell-splashes into the sea.
Those big pseudo carrier/troop ships are armed with 10" guns and various other weapons (autocannon and torpedoes.) As well as storm bolters (point defense? CIWS?)

Page 380
In a futile effort, gun-barges bounced heavy bolter, autocannon and bursts of flak off the Argo-Nautical's thick hide.

...
Their small-arms could not penetrate the 280mm skin of the Nauticals.
weird big nautical s hip armour resiliance.

Page 382
The retreating Nautical infantry, a platoon-sized element, waited for them in the valve chamber beyond, now reinforced by more of their number. The hatchway created a bottleneck and four Riverine were shredded by las-fire as they attempted to enter.
About a platoon sized formation (less than company?) shred 4 Riverine with lasfire. Assuming 400 j per square cm (flash burn steam explosions) we're talking 16 MJ maybe. Over however many shots - hundreds or thousands - single to double digit kj per shot at that.

Page 382
A Persepian round zipped out from the doorway and blew out the back of his head before he could aim.
Probably a lasgun. Single to double digit kj probably, depending on efficiency, thermal effects, and exact mechanism.

Page 382-383
There was a deafening back blast as the missile hurtled less than twenty metres into the compartment beyond. It was such a close range shot that Olech was caught at the hatch and torn apart by an explosion of super-heated gas. From where Baeder leaned against the partition, the metal warped outwards from the force.
...
Mortlock tossed two grenades inside for good measure before Baeder led the charge into the compartment. Slumped against walls or thrown across the room were the charred corpses of Persepians, fused to the melted, waxy fibre of their blue uniforms. A Nautical officer had been tossed face first into a corner, his back twisted at an obtuse angle.
1 (frag?) rocket and 2 grenades badly burn dozens of troopers. single to double digit MJ depending on burn severity. Most of it is probably the rocket at that.

Page 384
A shot sheared away his forearm. The limb, including his gun, skidded away down the corridor. There was no pain. Falling back into the cabin Mautista looked at it curiously, even probing at the exposed bone. Blackened, curdling blood leaked weakly from what should have been a shocking wound.

A Riverine sergeant sprinted into the cabin with Mautista, tearing at a gauze pack from his webbing. "Critical grade four injury here!" bellowed the Riverine as he fumbled out a coagulant powder from his med pouch.
coagulant powder. Also, a single shot from a Nautical arsmmans weapon removes shoulder. Could be lasgun, shotgun, or bolter. (bolter was last weapon mentioned)

Page 384-385
"It is the lifeblood of a Chosen Prince," replied Mautista.
Blood continued to dribble from the stump, pouring like wine from a gourd when Mautista lowered his arm. Daemon's blood. The very same which had been injected into his veins for the past months of his induction.
..
"I am a human. But we humans cannot contain such noble blood. It eats away at us, finding a way to claw out of its flesh vessel. But it is a worthwhile sacrifice for the fleeting clarity of vision and strength it gives us."
Those chem injections were demon blood. Wooot. Apparently they're possessing those like Mautista.

Page 387-388
Three and a half metres tall, the Penitent Engine had collapsed its hydraulic legs and crouched amongst the generators, purifiers and compressors of the boiler deck. It had hidden there, camouflaged amongst the raw metal machinery.
When it rose, the Penitent Engine rose as a solid walker frame, its hard-wired pilot crucified across its central chassis. From afar, it resembled a hybrid between an industrial servitor and a chapel organ. Banks of pistons powered its theropod legs and smoke stacks were arrayed along its upper back. Tilt cylinders engaged the use of its upper appendages, both ending in flamers.
Penient engine

Page 389
Yet even with their lasguns set to the highest output, punching cauterised holes in the pilot, she continued to shriek and babble in pseudo-prayer.
Riverine lasguns variable output. We dont know how big the holes are or the cauterization but... It seems to suggest perhaps that cauterisation is an effect of yield setting and not just inherent.

Page 391
Gabre released a tentacle of thermal rays from his meltagun into the one-armed Engine at Baeder's front. The Engine's pilot began to steam as the molecules of her body cooked off. It collapsed to one leg as the metal bubbled and warped, crashing the machine out to the left. Gabre continued to play his meltagun over the wreck until it had fused with the metal of the decking, spilling out in wide, molten slags.
Heat ray (microwave?) style meltagun it seems. We dont kno whow long it takes to melt (doesn't drain the pack) or how big the engine is (tonnes?) but perhaps high MJ/low GJ, at least over a short period of time.

PAge 396
The cardinal could feel his subsectoral investment slipping through his fingers. Who would be willing to bring trade to a war-torn planet?
BUT THE GALAXY IS AT WAR!

Page 398
Like jousting knights, both sides lowered their weapons and charged. Baeder could see his enemies in intimate detail. He could count the brass buttons on their mantles and smell the frankincense of their bodies. Most Guard regiments were not accustomed to combat at such a range but the Riverine howled for it. The forces met in the centre with a grinding crunch of bodies.
BUT BAYONET CHARGES! It really just shows how it can depend on the regiment, sector,e tc...

Page 410
Although the death of Cardinal Avanti did not have any strategic impact on military planning, its impact on the overall campaign was considerable. He had been the embodiment of the holy campaign on Solo-Baston and the architect for the creation of a post-war industry. Without him, the campaign lost political influence and financial investment fell away. Prospective shipping and holding firms declined to enter into any chartered agreements on the unstable planet. The Weston-East Phalia Company reneged on their contracts and ceased negotiations to explore the mainland interior. House Uhring, furious at the loss of their heir, lobbied for a protracted trade sanction against Solo-Baston. The Ecclesiarchy severed their ties with Solo-Baston and were quick to clean their hands of Avanti's mess.
Without the support of powerful vested interests, the Imperial Guard were left to conduct a war with limited resources. Major General Montalvo succeeded as operations commander upon the deaths of Avanti and Admiral de Ruger. Despite the initial successes of an inland assault, he inherited a stagnant campaign.
How politics and dealmaking affect even military factors in the Imperium. Much like Taros really.
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Blood Gorgons. This is actually my least favorite novel, because it tries to combine CSM shit with special forces datafile baen type shit, along with the same general blandness of Flesh and Iron. What's more, there are no redeeming character qualities (they're chaos, so of course they're all assholes) or even some 'atmosphere' aspects present in the last few novels. We really don't need more CSM or Space Marine books in any series, and the less said the better. It doesnt help either that Blood Gorgons show up in every book to some degree or another.
Anyhow, single update post, and then I'm done.
Page 8
Gammadin and his Blood Gorgons scanned the broken panes of glass, their helmet arrays searching for thermal heat.
Thermal sensors in helmets.

Page 24
Gammadin’s helmet optics were already scanning the surrounding area for danger.
...
There could be danger there. A fluid stream of information was filtered from his
helmet’s sensors into his neural relays – wind current, visibility and metallic resonance.
More space Marine Sensory stuff.

Page 26
The mag scope of his vision lens spun and whirled as it tracked
multiple targets before seeking a new one as Gammadin put them down.
Auto-targeting bolter scope, I guess.

Page 26
A xenos round, a crystallised shard of poison, sliced through the back of his knee joint. The toxin tingled in the wound, potent enough to have immediately paralysed any normal human being. The wound only enraged Gammadin further, his killing becoming
methodical as he picked target after target.
Blood Gorgon Resilience to Dark Eldar toxins.

Page 27-28
With his left he expelled the last of his flamer.

The dark eldar caught in the high pressure stream shrieked and died loudly, their
inferior carapaces charring under the chemical flame. Capable of stripping paint off a tankhide in its raw form, when ignited the palmitic acid burned to a glowing white two
thousand degrees. Within seconds the dark eldar were melted into stumps of fused plating and flesh. Corrosive fumes billowed out in a thick, cloying raft, driving back those dark eldar who were hounding Gammadin too closely.
Gorgon flamethrower... PLUS ACID! I'm not really sure if the DE melted from the corrosive (acid) or from the falme,s or both. I'm guessing 'white hot' means 2000K or something, although it could be 2000F or 2000C.

Page 28
Bond‐Brother Gemistos led the way, sprinting at full speed, all three hundred kilos of him.
Mass of a Blood Gorgon. Much lighter than estimated in Emperor's Mercy.

Page 32
As an artefact of Blood Gorgons biological experimentation – pseudo-surgery and daemonology – all eight kilometres of the vessel seemed to tremble. It was said that the floating fortress had been grafted with the flesh of a daemon prince and that organic matter had been cultivated to merge with the ship’s
engines, spawning a spirit that inhabited the circuitry. Gammadin was its master and the ship was his steed.
Blood Gorgons battle barge 8 km of half starship, half organic, half daemon.

Page 32
It was recorded in history that when Gammadin had first begun to experiment in daemonology and the rituals that would form Blood Gorgons custom, Gammadin had been bound to his most trusted lieutenant, Monomachus. Utilising the superhuman constitution of an Astartes, Chirurgeons had transfused blood and nurtured organs from excised tissue into prospective bonds. Using Gammadin’s knowledge of arcane lore, rituals of the forgotten text were followed, creating an almost supernatural connection between those who survived the procedure.
The Blood Gorgon's 'thing' so to speak. Basically they bond into pairs/teams with some strong psychic/mental connection that allows them to work together flawlessly and perfectly, not unlike Genestealers (Blood Brothers) or Tyranids.

It's also interesting for the 'exchanging' of blood and tissues to create the bond, although sorcery probably plays more a role there than anything (but it does speak of high tissue compatibility between Marines, which makes sense when you think of it.

Page 34
But Barsabbas didn’t need to hear the command. He could already judge by the way
Sargaul stood, the angle of his helmet and the urgency in his voice, that their prey was on his left. Such was the shared experience of a blood bond that Barsabbas fired before he took aim through his bolter scope, so sure was he of Sargaul’s warning.

The termagant was shredded by the salvo of shots. The plates on its forehead crumbled away as its frontal lobe exploded. Its bulbous hind legs loosened out from underneath it and the creature collapsed, its thick tail straightening. As it died, its thigh muscles continued to work, twitching and kicking the last of its life away.
The connection bond in action, also a Termagant gets head'exploded by bolter salvo.

Page 48-49
In ages past, when
the mining colonies of distant Terra had harvested the ferrous-rich planet of Hauts Bassiq, these goat-antelopes had been brought with them as a hardy food source. It had been a wise choice, for the horned bovids proved remarkably resilient in the scorching desert, surviving off runt flora while providing the settlers with milk and meat.

Even when the colonists began to leave Bassiq, abandoning its ultraviolet heat and its
isolation from the Imperium, the caprid flourished. With their musterers gone, they
escaped their pens and became wild, their numbers multiplying. The industrial mines fell silent and the colonists who remained were too few to operate the earthmovers or tectonic drills. Some retreated to the walled city of Ur and sealed themselves within against the heat, drought and radiation. Their fates became unknown, their envoys only emerging from their sealed city to trade. An isolationist Imperial cult, Ur became a forgotten bastion of the early colonists.

Many others wandered the plains in loose familial bands known as kinships, gathering
petrochemicals in a vain attempt to keep their machines running and resist their decline into savagery. Soon the Imperium had forgotten that scorched, thermal planet of Hauts Bassiq and Bassiq, in turn, forgot the Imperium.
Another case of the Imperium occupying, stripping, then abandoning a planet for mining if not other purposes. This can help explain fluctuating world numbers (even if they 'ignore' it, it can still be part of the Imperium, and perhaps infrequently or occasionally visisted. The hilarious bit would be if the Imperium found it, abandoned it then millenia later 'rediscoveres' it. Given their record keeping this would be quite possible and even likely.)

Page 55-57
It just lay there, on the ground, an oblong of tin no larger than a block of compacted nut flour. It was inert, like a sleeping beast, with a thick skin of dust that covered its dials and press pads. In all the time it had been there, no one had dared to touch it. A cranking shaft, delicate and small, protruded from one end of the machine, as if waiting to be turned.

...
The machine seemed intuitive enough and there was nothing for the brave to do but
turn the cranking handle. Gingerly gripping it with thumb and forefinger, he started to
wind it. To his surprise, it began to turn smoothly despite its considerable age. He began to turn it faster, feeling the gears within the machine tick over, building up momentum as a soft purr began to emit from the tin box.

With a sudden flash, lights within the temple came alive. Some of the elders exclaimed
in wonder while others screamed and covered their heads. High up in the vaulted ceiling, light they had never known existed flared after five thousand and seven hundred years of dormancy, lighting the temple with a bright orange radiance.

The brave continued to turn, as if he had known all along what to do. The purr become a loud, steady hum. Acoustic resonance thrummed the air, shivering the skin with its building pressure. In the back of the assembly, someone begged the brave to stop turning the handle but the Kosi could not stop turning even if he had wanted to; the cranking wheel was now spinning on its own, moving so fast the man could not lift his fingers away.

Then it stopped turning with a click. The temperature in the temple plunged. The breath of the elders plumed white as they waited in expectation. Even the alarmed ones who had screamed were now still. Frost did not exist on Hauts Bassiq, except for when mind‐witches used their mind powers. But frost now coated the temple, a thin furry sheet that covered the walls and even the wool of the elders’ shukas.

...
That was when a seismic rumble flattened the entire congregation. A wall of energy
pushed them down and the machine rose up into the air, suspended for a blink before it clattered back down. This time, everyone shouted in fright. The lights winked out and the temple dimmed, as if a shadow had passed overhead.
...
All of them, even the most dim and psychically inert, could instinctively feel what had
happened. Although they could not truly understand it, they knew that the power from the little tin machine had been real.
Basically what this amounts to is a psychic pager to summon the Blood Gorgons. Has many parallels to the similar device the Iron Snakes used in Brothers of the Snake, as well as the 'Varks' beacon-device from the 'Bringers of Death' anthology.

Page 88-89
Just ten lunar cycles ago they had deployed on the tau world designated ‘Govina’ – a planet targeted for its lush natural resources and relatively weak military presence. It should have been a simple plunder raid for Squad Besheba: hit hard and retreat with a mid-grade quota of slaves. But they had underestimated the aliens, and the tau military presence proved entirely capable.

They engaged on the tundra, trading shots between dwarf shrubs and sedges, low
grasses and lichens. By the hundreds, the tau had come, their firing lines disciplined and their shots overwhelming in sheer volume. Pulsating blue plasma hammered them so hard their armour systems had been pushed to failure, and Barsabbas’s suit had reached seventy per cent damage threshold within the first few volleys.

The squad had fought with customary aggression and speed. They had burst amongst
the tau infantry squares, ploughing through their chest-high adversaries, splintering their helmets and bones. They had killed so many.

But it was the tau’s home and they did not flee. Squad Besheba had been driven back, overwhelmed by sheer numbers. In the end, they had fled, chased by ground-hugging tau hoverers. They escaped, but without dignity and their wounds were many. Like Barsabbas’s disintegrated patella and Sargaul’s collapsed lung, the shame had stayed with them, agonising them for the past ten months.
Tau vs Blood Gorgons and a benchmark of tau firepower.

Page 91
Through the thermal imaging of
his helmet, the interior wilderness appeared to Barsabbas as a low‐lying pattern of fronds, reefs and fungal caps.
...
There was a flash of thermal colour to his left and Barsabbas turned to meet it, his
ocular targeting systems already synchronising with his bolter sights.
Space Marine Helmet thermal imaging, and it apparently is tied into autosense targeting.

Page 92
Sargaul had finished him with a clean chest shot. Bond-Brothers Hadius and Cython shot him repeatedly, tearing him down to constituent fragments.
Sustained Bolter fire from two Marines pulverises normal human - implied a short duration (mere seconds) worth of fire

Page 92
Whatever it
was, the target was large and moved with expert stealth. Several times it moved so quietly
that the auspex sonar reflection lost track of its movement.
Blood Gorgon auspex.

Page 93
Barsabbas toggled between thermal imaging and negative illumination. Neither showed a target.
Not sure what 'negative illumination' is but it seems to be a visual mode on Blood Gorgon imaging/helmets.

Page 94
Barsabbas knew their captain was right. Space Marine armour was an insulated exterior of ceramite and adamantium, almost invisible to thermal or heat detection.
Ceramite and adamantium (at least of power armmour thickness) seem to provide some sort of stealth protection, although it cannot be aboslute given their backpacks (which often house reactors) can be detected. Never mind the noise issue. It could be tied to level of function/operation (reduced outputs for reduced emissions) as well as power source type (batteries instead of reactors.) We do know the Raven Guard have a stealthier version of armour, after all.

There's also the cooling issue - Space Marines still need a means to keep cool and dump waste heat (from inside the suit as well as it's own systems) which means the stealth measures cannot be indefinitely perfect.

Page 95
"We faced almost five hundred tau foot-soldiers. They are pliable
and break open easily, but their guns are difficult to trade shots with. Even their basic
infantry rifle cuts through a clear thirty centimetres of brick.’"
Firepower of a Tau rifle (fire warrior, probably). Also the Gorgons were outnubmered 50 to one, yet lost noone in battle.

Page 100
Behind them, appearing unrushed, came the litter of pleasure pets, collected from a double dozen planets, each of the women chosen on the nine Slaaneshi principles of exotic beauty.
They're Blood Gorgon slaves but the question is.. who are they for the pleasure of? The Gorgons themselves? That would be unusual, because most Marines (at least of the loyalist variety) are not sexually active.

PAge 102
The Sacrifice of Armament followed. Barsabbas and Sargaul were stripped naked and lowered their bodies into a simmering cauldron. The water was hot enough to par-boil the outermost layers of skin. Once bathed, the inflamed skin was then vigorously rubbed with coars-grained salts.
Space Marines can apparently (Briefly) endure near boiling or boiling water without serious burning, an indication perhaps of the durability of their tissues.

Page 103
While in warp transit, objects were likely to go
missing. To a warrior-mind, the phenomenon was unexplainable and oddly disturbing –
small items left unlocked or unbolted would disappear. Sometimes these could be vital
pieces of wargear, or even the firing pin of a bolter. In order to prevent such warp
poltergeist activity, most loyalist Chapters prayed and erected gargoyles.
a peculiar bit of warp fuckery. Never heard of it before but its not impossible.

Page 104
They were mobile fortresses, able to bull-charge head first into a storm of enemy munitions unscathed. They were destructive, the firepower at their immediate disposal able to flatten urban blocks.

With his bare hands, gloved in ceramite, he could crush and pry open sheets of metal, maybe even the support girders of a building.
Blood Gorgon capabilities. Not sure if it is per marine, or per squad, or for all 50 in the deployment force.

Page 107
"As you can see, the terrain is largely open, flat
country. The Adeptus Mechanicus blasted the land prior to settlement. In doing so, the ensuing firestorm depleted the atmosphere causing atmospheric temperatures to scale intolerable heights within years."
...
Barsabbas took a sip of his wine and realised it could be the last time in months that his hydration levels would be optimal. The furious loss of sweat and Hauts Bassiq’s scarcity of water had driven the Imperial colonies away and turned the planet into a ghost desert.
apparenlty the firestorm was caused by the AdMech, although what caused it and how long it burned we dont know.

Page 108
Due to
Hauts Bassiq’s proximity to the Occularis Terribus, its surface was marked with warpstone impacts that had compressed over the ages into a compound similar to uranium. This warp-iron was what kept the Cauldron Born’s fusion reactors running. Ever since the Chapter had claimed the ghost ship as its own, a piece of irradiated warp-iron almost three hundred metres in length had powered the reactor core.
I wonder if this is the 'warp fission' we hear of in Epic :P In any case we have an 'iron' used in fusion reactors (more magic fusion!), and apparently with a long lifespan p It might also have magic iron armour purpses if it's comprsessed won to be like uranium.

I also wonder if the warpstone is a WHF refrence,, warp nukes?

Page 110
"Our Chapter would have a difficult time overwhelming even that little dirthole," he said to Barsabbas. "They use a fusion reactor much like our own to power void shields thicker than your skull."
Imperial descendents use warpstone in their reactors.

Page 115
The drop-pod collided with the planet’s surface
at high speed and continued to bounce with a loose, jarring expulsion of force. The impact would have shattered any normal human’s skeletal structure. Rolling, tumbling, flipping head over heels, Barsabbas gripped his restraint harness as the drop-pod swept him along. His neck whipped violently against the arrestor cage and his shoulder popped briefly out of joint before clicking back into the socket. Blood, hot and sour, filled his mouth as his teeth sliced clean through his tongue.
Drop pod landing.

Page 115
Barsabbas checked he had a full load in his sickle-pattern bolter clip. His helmet HUD
powered up, its ocular targeting syncing with his bolter sights. Slabs of system reports
scrolled by his peripheral vision: climate, energy readouts, atmospheric toxicity, all of
which Barsabbas ignored as the alarms brayed and amber cabin lights flashed.
Helmet sensors and targeting functions for AStartes armour.

page 116
This time Barsabbas removed its head with a clean shot and it dropped.
Bolter headshotting.

Page 117
Crouched low, Bael-Shura released his flamer. An expert pyro gunner, he applied light pressure to the trigger spoon and played a tight, drilling cone of promethium into the wall of walking dead. Several were incinerated by the direct blast, but many simply caught fire and continued to fight. The flaming corpses flailed wildly, spreading the fire until it swirled in the air and churned a rippling backwash of heat into the drop‐pod.
...
The flamer fulfilled a devastating anti-infantry role within the squad, but right now its area of effect was causing more tactical complications than necessary. The weapon spewed a promethium jet that incinerated most unarmoured targets upon contact, but it was precisely because of its super-heated temperatures that it caused surrounding fabric and hair to catch fire. The tide of corpses became mobile tinder. Despite this, Bael-Shura continued to fire, trying to play
as narrow a flame as he could.
Bloo dgorgons Flamer again. Not sure if incinerate means cremate, but that seems likely. In any event it sounds far more powerful than a regular flamethrower.

Page 118
A standard Godwyn-pattern with its
high-explosive bolt-round was his lifeline. The bolter might have been heavy, bulky and had a recoil that could dislocate a human shoulder, but it flattened most targets with one shot.
Value of a bolter and its recoil. I suppose in 40K, where regenerating, undead, and just generally supernaturally tough creatures reside, blowing it into itty bitty pieces (or at least significant parts of it) is the only guarantee of safety.

Page 119
Although he weighed close to three hundred and sixty kilos in armour, the sheer numbers rocked his heels.
Mass of another Blood Gorgon.

Page 120
Despite their superhuman metabolism and delayed onset of lactic acid build-up in their muscles, the exhaustion of hand-to-hand
fighting could be felt in their bones.
Space Marine enhancements.

Page 126
"My patron is creating a slave force capable of exploiting the warp-iron on Hauts Bassiq. My patron requires this warp-iron to fuel his expanding fleets of conquest, and only I have the wisdom to facilitate this for him."
Another (Chaos) fleet force uses warp iron, it seems.

Page 136
In his haste, he had left his bolter behind. Despite its brutish appearance, the axe was gyroscopically balanced – but Sabtah lacked the axe-craft of a Fenrisian.
Space wolf axe is 'gyroscopically balanced.'

PAge 143-144
Standing guard over the work detail was a trio of men. These three were alive, their living signatures throbbing with vital signs in Cython’s HUD.
HUD lifesign indicators for targets.

Page 144
Cython fired a single shot. In the distance, no more than eighty metres down the stope, one of the men spun right around and fell. Hadius felled the other two with such speed that they never uttered a cry. Bam-Bam-Bam. Three shots in a semi-second and it was done
Firing speed of a bond pair.

Page 145
Some were caught in the backwash of Bael-Shura’s flamer, but they did not stop work, even as they burned. Their fat boiled and their skin peeled but they continued to drag on the ropes of the replacement pipe.
Backwash of a CSM flamer.

Page 146
Sica made sure to recognise them, blinking his eyes to capture file-picts of the enemy. It would provide valuable reconnaissance should the Blood Gorgons have to deploy in greater force. He zoomed in on their armaments, blunt-muzzled autoguns with trailing belt-fed ammunition; not of Imperial issue, but a distinctly human design nonetheless. They fought in loose platoon formations, but their arsenic-grey armour was too thick for light infantry: a rubberised synthetic moulding that would be simple to manufacture but inferior in quality. It offered no protection against Sica’s bolter.
blink-clicking to capture visual data, as well as human (non-Imperial) autogun and armour.

Page 146
He heard a whistling sound and he turned the slab of his
shoulder pad towards the missile. There was a flash of light. Even with his eyes closed,
Sica’s vision strobed red and bright yellow. It had been a grenade. The explosion pushed Sica slightly and made him grunt with annoyance at his own carelessness.
Near point blank grenade detonation does very little to Blood Gorgon armour - at least the shoulder pad.

Page 147
Laughing, Sica backhanded one of the hooded men with the ridged knuckles of his gauntlet, snapping his neck and throwing two hundred kilos of brutish soldier back into his comrades.
200 kilo soldiers. Thats a damn big guy for a non marine, especially considering the armoured marines themselves are 300-500 kilos. In any csae a backhand sends one of the 200 kilo troops flying, which says something about Astartes blows.

Page 148-149
The walking dead needed no food, no water. They did not suffer under the intolerably harsh climate, and they did not sleep or rest. They would simply work until they rotted apart. In a way, Barsabbas was awed by the simple logic. It was almost impossible for Hauts Bassiq to host a living workforce – this was the primary reason behind the Imperial exodus.

Bassiq lacked water or arable land. The climate could not sustain a proper agriculture.
Despite his post-human fortitude, Barsabbas felt the sting of the heat and the fogginess of extreme dehydration – he could not imagine what the conditions were like for natural-born men. In the end, the Adeptus Mechanicus left their great earthmovers and machines to rust and the rich mineral seams unclaimed. It had simply been unworkable.

A standard healthy human forced to toil in the mines or above-ground refineries would not last long. Extreme surface temperatures combined with a lack of available water was a simple yet logistically impossible obstacle.
Benefits of an all-zombie workforce. This probably means that Nurgle would be the best positioned to provide in a capitalist economy.

Also when you consider anything from Servitors to Gland Warriors and the rampant existance of Hostile enviroment suits and the like, I find it hard to believe the AdMech would just abandon a desert planet (That ferals can live in still!) just because humans might not last. And even failing that, this is the fucking Imperium ANd the AdMech - they aren't going to let something like 'killing people' stop them from harvesting it.

Page 149
"A long time ago, when I was still young, Gammadin had once considered harvesting Bassiq for more than just genestock," Sargaul said, even as he studied the corpse ranks below them. "There are enough resources and repairable facilities to equip and power a naval armada, buried just beneath the sand."
some portion of the underground could build/power a 'naval armada' - hundreds or thousands of ships maybe? it tells you something about the scoep of resource usage and such. IIRC annual iron ore production is around a billion tonnes, so over 100-200 years we're talking bout hundreds of billions (trillions) of tonnes, which might give you a *rough* idea of the size of a naval 'armada') And that's just from one planet, mind.

Page 151
Cython was still laughing when Hadius’s helmet exploded in a plume of blood and metal wreckage. It was a definitive kill, the only injury that could truly put down a Traitor Marine.
Unknown weapon (At this point) kills a CSM. Given we learn about plague marines shortly I'm guessing its a bolter.

Page 151
He aimed his bolter with his free hand but by then he was already falling, the entire left side of his torso abdomen and arm disintegrating in a blizzard of superheated ash. He hit the bottom after a forty-metre drop and died wordlessly.
another unknown weapon. Cremation probably - hundreds of MJ perhaps.

Page 152
Trembling with rage, Sica tore off his helmet. A heavy-calibre round thrummed past his ear with meteoric speed.
May or may not be valid - depends on the material composition (I'm pretty sure hypervelocity passage is quite... thermal. for one thing.)

Page 152
"I don’t have coordinates for them. My auspex is jammed with interference."
Auspex jamming.

Page 152
He had not taken three steps before his right arm exploded at the elbow.
CSM loses an elbow. Again probably a bolter.

Page 152-153
It stood head and shoulders taller than either of them, a monstrous specimen. A great distended gut, studded with barbs, eclipsed Sica’s vision. Its power armour was off-white and marbled with fatty threads of lime green.
Plague Marine.

Page 153-154
There was a momentary lull in violence as Sica shouldered his bolter and the
Plague Marine raised his bolt pistol.

Then they shot at each other repeatedly at point‐blank range.

Shots pounded into Sica, crazing his vision, punching through ceramite, jolting the
ground out from beneath him. They exchanged shots on automatic, drilling each other from no more than five paces apart. Seismic vibrations rattled his teeth and dislocated his jaw.

Sparks flew and metal fused. Sica’s bolter was stronger, larger and its stopping power considerable, popping a trio of gaping holes in the Plague Marine’s stomach and tearing a line of ragged shots vertically up into its neck. Simultaneously, the enemy’s bolt pistol skipped fat explosive slugs across Sica’s groin, chewing the ceramite deeply before penetrating the weaker armour of Sica’s upper thigh.

Sica fell to his knee as his femur was shot clean through. The Plague Marine folded,
stumbling backwards and recoiling away like a wounded animal.
Bolt pistol vs Bolter, Gorgon vs Plague Marine. Note the implied difference between Bolter and bolt pistol, even though the two weapons are supposed to fire the same kind of ammo :P A bolter would have longer range, higher muzzle velocity, and more ammo of course.

Page 157
In return, a bolter round exploded against his right chest plate. He felt the lancing pinpricks of shrapnel.
Bolt round with shrapnel of some kind - possibly from armor?

Page 161
That was when Sabtah burst into life.

He leapt. His explosiveness was incredible, clearing four metres from a standstill.
4 metre leap form a sitting position in about an instant I'd guess.

Page 164
There were no system reports, squad data‐link or auspex
monitors
Squad data link and auspex in helmet/power armour.

Page 165-166
Triggering the suit’s sensors, Barsabbas attempted to log on to the squad link and search for life signs. His systems were badly damaged. No read-outs or tact-visuals. No squad link. The vox was grainy with static and he had no status monitors on his squad.p
More on Squad links.

Page 167
Beneath the suffocating weight of multi-tonne rock, Barsabbas thought of
nothing else. He remembered the tale of Bond-Sergeant Ulphrete who fell comatose after a shell-shot to the temple. For ninety-two years, he lay in a coma, unable to be coaxed into wakefulness. Unknown to his brethren, Ulphrete had been awake the entire time. He had simply been unable to control his body.
...
After almost a century, the bond-sergeant finally broke from his coma. To the disbelief of all, Ulphrete had clear memory of the conversations the Chirurgeons had held while they had thought him paralysed and brain dead. He had been awake and he had not gone mad. The mental conditioning of an Astartes had steeled his mind.
Astartes discipline, and one surviving being burried under tonnes of rock.

Page 168
Barsabbas knew, if circumstances so required, he
could stop thinking altogether and his body would take him to Ur – such was the mentalconditioning of the Astartes.


That's useful.

Page 176
He shot up the wall like a rodent, scaling twelve metres in a matter of seconds before bounding backwards into the air.
Page 177
The mon-keigh spun with practiced fluidity, pouncing with
all the weight and drive of a quarter-tonne primate.
This might imply an unarmouored marine weighs a quarter tonne, which means Barsarbbas' armour is 110 kilos :P I'd guess between 200-250 kilos for the marine and 100-150 kilos for the armour.

Page 181-182
"If I overdose you, it will cause permanent muscular paralysis. You will not feel
anything. You will not move anything. You will become a slab of meat. Imprisoned within your own body until you wither away."

At this, Sindul began to howl, like an animal caged before slaughter.

That was no mere threat for a dark eldar. They were a long‐lived race, and that could
mean thousands of years, trapped within his own unresponsive body, unable to move or feel. During the Chirurgeon’s initial experiments a slave subject had been induced into a paralytic coma for twenty‐two years, unable to even open his eyes. The slave had gone mad, of course. But several thousand years of physical and visual deprivation...

A dark eldar could suffer no worse fate than that.
The only way to threaten Dark Eldar.

PAge 186
In one of the many exterior citadels that studded the ship’s upper deck, Hazareth had
taken charge of the foreship’s amplified vox-transmitter. It was a frontier-grade machine, capable of burst transmissions to surrounding, intra-system receivers.
Frontier grade Vox.

Page 187-188
The blast shutters to his central tower and barracks were thrust into emergency lockdown. Finally, the interior wheel locks were turned, sealing the entrance to Sabtah’s bed chambers behind eighty centimetres of psy‐dampening plasteel.
Psy Dampening plasteel.

Page 190
There was a soft ping from his MKII suit’s internal auspex.
Power armour auspex.

Page 200
He took from his carriage rack a lasrifle.
...
Those missionaries did not come to their land any more, but the cells that powered the weapon continued to be recharged by the solar heat of their many suns, even after so many centuries. The use of the lasrifle was a rare skill and something that Gumede had learned from an early age.

He wiped the rifle’s metal exterior with a cloth and slotted a rectangular cell into its
housing. He chanted a mantra and dialled up the weapon’s charge. It hummed softly. He thumbed the well‐worn slide down to idle.
Solar powered lasgun :D

Page 204
All he could think about was the calibre of a
boltgun. Zero point seven five.
Boltgun calibre

PAge 208
Behind
Sabtah, Squad Pharol’s guns did not stray from Muhr. Optic scopes chimed and auspexes pinged with feedback as they refused to lock on. To prevent friendly fire in the tight confines of a boarding action, their bolters’ machine spirits had been forged to seize up when targeting Blood Gorgon power armour.


Boltguns and targeting sensors and friendly fire security measures.

Page 219
...the Cauldron Born had been many different ships. There had been a collision of abandoned ghost drifters that had welded the superstructure together by the grinding pressure of mega-tonnes. Gradually, the hulk grew larger, gathering a gravitational pull by virtue of its fattening girth.
The Gorgons starship was a space hulk, basically.

Page 227
As a matter of automatic reaction, the Blood Gorgons switched to thermal vision. Nothing.Night reflection.Nothing. Multi-light overlay.
Vision modes for Space Marine helmets.

Page 228
It towered above them all, thirteen metres tall. Its body was flaccid, covered with sparse, wiry hair. Its eight-dozen arms whipped sickles like a threshing mill. Its maw was ringed by blunt, chiselled teeth.
Nurgle Daemon

Page 229
The sorcerer stood at the edge of the marble disc, aiming a bolt pistol. He fired from almost point-blank range. Sabtah had no choice. He slapped the round away. His left hand exploded in a concentric swirl of blood and armour fragments.
Marine loses a hand slapping away bolt round.

Page 235
There, from a distance of five hundred metres, Barsabbas gunned down the
entire platoon of enemy auxiliary as they slept. He slew six before they even realised they were being fired upon. He downed another four more as they struggled to locate his muzzle flashes. By the time the Septic returned feeble, hesitant counter-fire, Barsabbas had put down the rest with precise, clean shots to the chest. The entire engagement took less than a minute and Barsabbas did not even change his thirty-round magazine.
Space Marine vs Nurgle infantry fighting over a range of 500 metres. Septics would be armed with las and auto weaponry, given earlier and later statements.

Page 240
Barsabbas was an expert tracker. Memo-therapy had imparted into his hippocampus knowledge of wilderness survival across seventy-eight different forms of terrain.
Implanted memory skills.

Page 243
The Septic Infantry began to fire, just three hundred metres distant from the plainsmen. Las‐shots and solid slugs came whistling through the organ pipe cactus. They were horrible, rapid fire volleys that cut through the braves in droves. A line of dust plumes kicked up in front of the road trains as dozens upon dozens of unarmoured braves writhed and buckled beneath the firestorm. Support weapons punched clean holes through the carriages behind them, landing ordnance and incendiary directly into the camp itself.
300 m range for lasguns and autoweapons against the tribesmen.

Page 245
The sudden volley of crackling bolt shells cut out in a semicircle. Rounds so heavy that even their passing shockwave haemorrhaged the brains and organs of any target in a onemetre radius. Enemy infantry sprawled, fell and dived under the burst of fire.
A rather peculiar, one metre radius proximity effect of bolters.

Page 246
Over three hundred kilos of an explosivelymoving
steel-shod body crushed the nearest Septic.
Back to 300 kilo.

Page 252-253
Cocooned against the universe, human eyes attuned to nothing but signature scans.
He locked onto a target, a sudden blip on the auspex. He framed it under target lock for a brief second, and then it was gone.
...
There was the sound of the ship’s auspex systems sweeping the regional asteroids, bypassing debris and the looming nearby moons. He heard all these things, but his focus remained singular.

Gunner-156X was a gun servitor. His sole reason for existence was the functioning las blister 156X, a six-stack lascannon turret. A tiny pore on the oceanic hide of the Cauldron Born. He was hard-wired, his fleshy torso plugged at the hip into a swivel turret and his arms amputated by the triple pod lascannons affixed to his shoulder sockets.
...
Multiple targets.Sizeable threat.Cruiser-sized craft and shoals of escorts. A swarm of
unknown predators encircling the leviathan bulk of the Cauldron Born.

With a domino effect, defence blisters and lance ports all reported the same active
reading.
...
He swivelled his las-stack, locking onto the approaching
fleet. They were too far away for him to see, but he could feel them like cold pricks on his skin from the ship’s hardplugged monitors.
The Hulk's servitor-controlled automated defenses. Lascnanon battery has Beyond Visula Range range against cruisers and frigates.

Page 257
A brave drew his recurve smoothly and unleashed an arrow into the Plague Marine’s throat, piercing the rubberised neck seal. The Plague Marine died. It was an island of triumph
amidst a rolling ocean of slaughter. Four squads of Plague Marines were too many.
4 Marine squads slaughter thousands of troops. One gets lucky and hits a weak point with an arrow.

Page 258
They gave chase and Barsabbas shot them all down. He turned and emptied the last of his clip, auto-targetters skipping from one head to the next.
Mariune targeting systems focus on heads for specific hit.

Page 270
The suits aided them, sealing them against the filth. Rebreathers circulated fresh air. Glucose solutions from med-dispensers fed their bodies.
Powered armour survival mechanisms.

Page 272
The Hags were servitor-crewed, a swarm of vector‐thrust light strikers
utilised to hunt down incoming space ordnance.
Chaos servitor-piloted interceptors.

Page 274-275
Magan pulled the wounded Plague Marine to his feet. The neck wound was bad, a wheezing entry hole that gaped like a skewed mouth. The exit wound was even worse, a fist-sized crater that punched out between the Plague Marine’s shoulder blades.
Bolter wound on plague marine. I'm guessing its from ballistic rather than explosive injury.

Page 287
He fired his boltgun but his mind was not there; the targeting systems locked onto incoming muzzle flashes, framing them with triangular icons, and Barsabbas simply went through the motions.
Targeting locking on muzzle flashes of enemy weapons.

PAge 298
He approached the blast door of the dungeon warily. It was ajar. The forty-centimetre thick vault door had been opened, its wheel‐lock handle had been unwound, unclamping it
from its seal.
Interior vault door of the blood Gorgon space hulk.

Page 302
...emptying two bolt clips within the span of ten seconds.
For 2 30 round magazines we're talking a 360 RPM rate of fire.

Page 305
Sargaul was a veteran Astartes. His mind had
been clinically, surgically and chemically conditioned. His mind had been tested through constant, rigorous stress for years before his induction. In fact, most Astartes were, to a minor degree, psychically resistant.

Psychic resilience of a space marine.

Page 320
The soldier within him could not deny that the
vessel was a dangerous beast. It floated, spiralled and levelled out with a dexterity that was weightless. It could change directions without the hauling, air-dragging lunges of an Imperial fighter. Most impressive of all, grav‐dampeners seemed to change the interior air pressure and speed. It felt as if they were not moving at all; there was no hint of velocity or momentum. Even standing in the fluted cockpit, unable to fit into any of the seats,

Barsabbas did not budge as the Impaler soared.

According to his helmet’s onboard display, the craft was travelling at supersonic speeds of Mach four-point-five, but Barsabbas estimated they were going hypersonic; his power armour simply did not register faster momentum.

Atmospheric speed and performance of Eldar craft. Note the grav dampers.

Page 326
The monolithic walls were sealed within a void blister, a hemisphere of shields
tessellating from generator pylons at ground level. Amber hexagons overlapped each other in a semi‐sphere of paned scales. It was by far the thickest void shield Barsabbas had ever encountered, possibly sturdier than the shield blisters of the Mechanicus Titans. Bronze, amber and tarnished brass, the tessellating pieces reflected the sunlight like tinfoil.
Considering the Imperials abandoned the world, the fact they have a static shield stronger than what Titans mount says something.

Page 330
They emerged intermittently to trade with the distant nomads, and even then only for necessities which could not be synthetically produced in Ur’s industrial mills and foundries. Beyond that, Ur had remained sealed to the outside.

Refineries in the lowest portions of the city-stack fed electricity and fuel into the city above, appropriately serving as its foundations. Pipe systems large enough to convey steam engines coiled around the bottom stacks like a nest of metal pythons. The refineries cooled the city with cyclopean turbines, recycled water and powered the void shields. The
columns of smoke stacks coughed exhaust into the atmosphere, steaming the void shields with their pollutant heat.
Industrial and self sufficiency of Ur, as well as the means of powering the voids.

PAge 339
On board the Cauldron Born’s palaestras, it was not uncommon for Barsabbas to press three hundred and eighty kilograms of loaded kettles overhead, unarmoured. Yet the chain did not yield in the slightest.
Approximate (unarmored?) strength of a Space Marine. at least in a certain kind of lifting.

Page 342
His left hand, hidden within his cloak, closed around the hilt of
his needle blade.
...

As the younger sentry continued to harass Sindul, the dark eldar clenched his jaw. The needle blade flicked out four times. It punctured pressure points and the sentries stiffened and died, their hearts stopped by poison, yet they remained standing. The young man died while pointing pugnaciously at Sindul.
Eldar needle blade and speed at which DE can strike with it.

Page 354
Stepping under the door frame rose the largest non-modified human Barsabbas had ever seen. At first the man seemed naked: so much flesh did he possess that his bib-and-brace did not trail down past the rolls of his knees or cover the fleshy mountains of his breast. He was easily shoulders, traps, neck and head taller than the guards and weighed perhaps in the mid-three hundred kilos. They had housed most of his torso in riveted metal sheets like a submariner’s rig and his paws ended in studded spheres of solid black metal – wrecking balls, pitted, spherical and brutally physical.
Another non-astartes giant. Although given size he still lacks speed and raw power of a Marine (who kills it in two quick strikes.)

Page 355
The room beyond was a cavernous cell plated in sheet alloy.
composition of the room. Important for next quote.

Page 358
An arm‐sized sliver of wall was gouged out by the slashing bolter-round.
Arm sized sliver implies the bolt round gouged out a 5-6 cm to 10 cm groove out of a steel wall.

Page 359
He rose in his full armour, for it had become fused to his muscle and bone, the ceramite laced throughout his entire body.

Barsabbas could not even tell where Gammadin’s armoured suit ended and his own flesh began. According to Barsabbas’s thermal imaging, Gammadin simply appeared as a solid block of ceramite with arterial warmth running through the deepest core. The data calculated Gammadin at seventy-six per cent metal density. By his memory, even a standard template Rhino tank stood at only sixty per cent metallic composition.
Percentage of metal of a Rhino. I played raond with the forgeworld stats for a rhino and you might get something on the aluminum/titanium scale, something alot less dense than iron in any case. not that it means much, but its interesting.

Page 361
Retracing the route of his stone chariot, Barsabbas drew upon his short-term memory banks and the pictcaptures from his iris.
More of the visual pict-capture stuff.

Page 361
City wardens and Septic infantry soon discovered that lattice bricks did not stop bolt shells and fled at the accuracy of his fire.

Automatic targetters jumped from victim to victim. Barsabbas fluttered the trigger, coaxing a constant burp of bolt-shot into the overhead ramparts and alcoves. The brickwork was chewed up, forcing the enemy deep into cover.
More random and important bolter stuff. A bit too lazy to comment furhter.

Page 362
At first, Barsabbas only noticed the stone pillars around him toppling. Only a second later did he hear the Harvester’s nose-mounted cannons shriek into life.
Barsabbas was already rolling backwards as flagstones around him liquefied, rolled and
rippled under the impacts of a hyper-velocity cannon.
DE craft has hypervleocity cannon of some kind - probably splinter weapons.

Page 363
To his front, the Harvester tried to thrust up into the air. It rose hesitantly, stalled and then slammed back down. It came down so quickly that the landing struts snapped and there could be heard the bestial friction of forty tonnes of metal squealing against stone.
The DE craft is 40 tonnes.

Page 368
The moon was a slow-moving orbiter, a fat disc
that crawled across the sky when viewed from below. What could not be seen from below, however, but became clearly visible on the Harvester’s sensor, was the leviathan bulk of the Cauldron Born hiding behind the moon’s unseen side. Its massive energy output and warp engines lit up its presence like a miniature star. Even lurking behind the dark side of the moon, its energy signature was so radiant that it could have been picked up almost a subsector away by any armada scan.
Passive energy signature of the Cauldron Born. Its clearly FTL, but this can be easily reconciled as passive FTL signals, thereby not violating certain things like astrotelepathy being the only FTL in 40K.

Page 368
It was a slow, steady affair to navigate the vessel by sensor scans alone. The ship’s glare shutters and void shields locked them in a cabin of low blue lighting. Cocooned by insulation, it shielded them from the boiling temperature and the retina-scalding brightness of the proximate suns.

Despite their blind flight, Sindul proved to be a pilot of finesse. They circumvented the
locust swarms of micrometeors that obstructed them. The xenos ship was light and
comparatively fragile. Its void shields were not the thick-skinned energy-draining monsters favoured by human technology. It floated and spiralled away from oncoming high-velocity rock fragments rather than meeting them head-on, its shield shuddering briefly from hypersonic impacts with dust particles.
Not quite sure if those are literally voidsor what, but the dE craft has some shielding against EM radiation and impacts... although it seems to favor deflection rather than stopping. IT's implied that voids can be so energy intensive because of the nature of the defense (stopping/destorying impacts rathr than turning them aside.) which explains perhaps certain kinds of voids but not others (EG the warp based type)

It oculd be some sort of stealth field, given the EM reflection. Protects against hypersonic impacts at any rate.

PAge 369
It was too fast to fly by sight.
The inner launch tube of the Cauldron Born’s flight passages became a blur, interrupted only by the strobe of overhead lights. Constructed to catapult raider craft from within the docking hangars, the tube’s guide markers were not clearly visible as the dark eldar vessel reduced speed to subsonic. Sindul navigated only by the sonar projection of his Impaler, guiding the craft with whisper-soft touches.
..
The wingtips barely cleared the tight confines of the entry valves. They banked hard, swerving as they flew deeper into the Cauldron Born’s sealed hangars. A
human craft could never have matched the sharp brakes and switches in air pressure.

Impressively, Sindul guided the craft in blind within the pitch‐black chute. As Barsabbas watched, he realised that perhaps the folklore was true. Perhaps all eldarkind, to some extent, were possessed of psychic abilities. Even looking two or three seconds into the future would allow Sindul to pre‐empt each turn, bend and elevation in their flight.
commentary on the agility of DE craft and the reflexes of DE themselves. Implied to be based at least on short-term precog, which may suggest such are relatively common amongst Eldar. Note that 'sonar projection' cannot suggest a great distance befor eturns and such are made.. maybe a few hundred metres tops (less than a secont to make turns).

Page 373
As Pelgan edged forwards, the interior was rendered by his thermal imaging into
unsettling alien shapes.
Plague marine has thermal imaging.

Page 382
"Faithful hound. This is a part of me, we are bonded, she and I. It almost
boils my blood that you would so dismiss the strength of our bindings." his killer said. He was already lowering himself into the command throne. A net of neural cords slithered up to connect him to the ship.
...

The neural cords that had attached to him in rubbery tendrils began to writhe, responding in a way that Captain Vyxant or even Opsarus could not replicate. The Cauldron Born was trembling, as though waking from slumber.
Not unlike a Titan linkage, or the link of some starships.

Page 385
The five hundred and fifty Plague Marines and four companies of Septic
were recalled to battle formations. They rushed back through the space hulk’s labyrinth, collecting in massed, company-strength formations. In congregation, they were a formidable force. Solid phalanxes of fortified armour and massed firepower – the slow, grinding combat doctrine of Nurgle. Boltguns and shoulder-mounted autocannons were brought to the fore.
Nurgle combat tacitcs. VEry much like the IG.

PAge 386
From the lighted halls to the dimmest marshes of the basement sewers,
the ship trembled. The Cauldron Born’s fusion reactor scaled from standby to its highest output potential. Monstrous turbines spun with cyclonic force as the reactor core expanded with solar heat. Gammadin’s
fusion reactor. whether that means energy, temp or whatever we dont know, so stellar comparisons aren't easily made ;)

Pge 386-387
Gun servitors – chem-nourished reptiles of hulking shoulders, piston limbs and arms of reaper cannon – resumed their patrol of the ship’s main decks. Eyeless and drooling, the previously placated beasts relied purely on the ship’s defence grid to sight their targets and receive patrol orders. Now, packs of gun-servitors engaged Septic heavy infantry at close range. Their sole task was to seek, engage and eliminate.
...
Already the sentry guns were low on ammunition; the linear patrol servitors were outmanoeuvred by animalistic cunning
animal gun servitors. Linked into and controlled by ship AI.

Page 387
Plague Marines were accustomed to fighting wars of attrition where they could use superior combined arms to overwhelm an opponent over a long, protracted campaign, grinding them down with disease, illness and misery. On marshes, mudfields and bloodied beaches, the Plague Marines could use their numbers.

But the cramped confines of ship-to-ship boarding were the domain of the Blood
Gorgons. They were used to using their small numbers to maximise effectiveness in
boarding raids.
Blood Gorgon vs Plague Marine tactics. The Plague marines naturally favor something that suits their greater durability and resilience to pain as well as the fact they can generally either come back from the dead or replenish their numbers from the dead, as well as using chemical and biological warfare.

In fact they're probably yet another group that is going to be far better at this than the IG - I suspect that the IG simply cannot out attrition Nurgle marines, not when disease, pestilence, and dead bodies are your stock in trade.

Page 391
Spitting bolt shot sparked off the walls and ate hungry
mouthfuls of metal from the surfaces.
Again, bolt fire seems to be gouging holes in the wall around 4-5 cm across at least.

Page 391-392
Across the access corridor, at the top of an iron stairwell, Plague Marine squads hammered them with automatic fire.
...
From Sharlon’s right fist sagged a cluster of melta bombs. The enemy saw this too and began to shoot with urgency.

...
Sharlon staggered up the stairs, taking one faltering step on his injured hip as
another bolt tore through his thigh. The Plague Marines stood resolute at the top of the steps, refusing to give ground. They were no more than twelve metres away.

Sharlon took several more stubborn steps upwards. The clustered bombs swayed
precariously around the storm of fire drilling through the bond-sergeant. Trembling,
Sharlon rested a hand against the banisters. The upper right of his torso had become a porous mass of chewed ceramite and open bleeding. He climbed one more step, out of spite.

The primed melta bomb ignited. It detonated every grenade in the half-dozen cluster so brightly that Sharlon’s squad could see nothing as their visors automatically blacked out to protect their retinas from the flare.

It took exactly two seconds for the flare to settle and the squad’s light-sensitive lenses to recalibrate. By then, a perfect sphere had been cut into the partition bulkheads. Of the balustrade and upper gallery, there was no sign, nor any evidence that they had once existed. Almost an entire section of the bulkhead and upper mezzanine level had evaporated. The only evidence of the destruction was the smouldering red glow at the very edges of the blast.
Melta bomb detonation.. maybe at least a 5-10 meter radius of destruction, hard to say or measure. It does vaporize or blast/melt a large number of marines (squads of plague marines) and the blood gorgon at least) which should be double digit GJ even assuming iron.. so we're talking at least gigajouels of energy per charge and probably more.

Page 393
There was no warrior who could match him. But he could not withstand the combined savagery of two hundred desperate humans with nothing left to lose.

They drowned him with the weight of their bodies, tearing at his impervious armour.
They crushed the Plague Marine, dying as they did so.
200 slaves kill Plague Marine.

Page 395
Nurgle battle tactics were little-changed despite the unfamiliar terrain – they relied on solid, frontal advances supported by heavy ordnance. They set up road blocks and static gun pits in an attempt to entice the Blood Gorgons into open warfare. But against a mobile Blood Gorgons force that refused to engage, they were frustrated in any attempts to counter-attack meaningfully. Perhaps by fault of their obstinate nature, the static Plague Marine formations endured ceaseless hit and run attacks that eventually drove them lower down the Cauldron Born’s extremities.
More Nurgle vs Blood Gorgon tactics.

Page 396
The entire wall on Barsabbas’s left was pushed in. All of it. A thirty-tonne section of plasteel bulkhead peeled inwards. Metal groaned in discordant protest as it was sheared from its structure. Warping and twisting, it finally folded diagonally, crushing the ancient cogitator banks beneath it.

Through the shorn wall came Muhr and the Nurgle Overlord, Opsarus.
Nurgle Terminator and Champion tears through a 30 tonne plasteel bulkhead somehow. Assuming a 2 metre thick, 4x4 meter section of bulkhead plasteen has an averag edensity of around 900-1000 kg*m^3. Probably not quite THat dense but.. *shrugs*

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Opsarus buried Gammadin under his weight. At three and a half metres tall and weighing close to e ight hundred kilograms, Opsarus mauled the Blood Gorgons champion.
Nurgle champion in Terminator armor. Whilst nurgle tends to 'organify' anything that is corrupted by it (even inorganic shit), this probably is a rough benchmark for Terminator firepower (after all its a Champion still and he could be somewhat bigger than a regular terminator anyhow.)
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