40K/Inquisitor RPG. The Line of Damnation.

Post by **The Yosemite Bear** » 2004-11-29 01:16am

actually these aren't normal vortex grenades

these are more stable vortex charges..

twisting one you open them like this, set the count time, and then activate them. they are designed to build up to their full effect, but aren't a present danger, also there's always the problem of not wanting to be in the area of effect for one of these...

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2004-11-29 01:22am

Rounds whipped by as Hethor dropped his heavy stubber. His last drum was empty and the heat of the continious fire and probably begun to strip the barrel. That was the great thing about working for the Inquisition, besides not having to put up with green lieutenants, was not having to worry about worn out gear. He strode across the shredded bodies of the Skitarri. "Ah." He picked up the autocannon and attached it to his weapon harness. With a practiced series of flicks, he attached the autotargeter. "You there," he said to one of the walking wounded, some smooth faced bullet stopper who was too young to shave. "Help me with his ammo pack and feed," he said to the soon to be corpse.

As D'eckor switched weapons Severa analyzed her auspex results and swore. "Rape this Emperor bedamned thing!" She was getting garbage. Energy fields, heavy walls, power conduits, and deliberate interferance made her hunter skull virtually useless. Her remaining security troopers hung back as a bodyguard for Gix. She checked her vox again. "Nothing but static." She shook her head.

Gix nodded. "Tell Hethor to continue to advance," he said with a grimace of distaste. The brutal veteran treated everyone who wasn't a hardened veteran as a walking ghost. Only proven survivors mattered in his harsh world. Everyone else was just waiting to die so why bother with them. But he was an effective task master.

"Team one and two move out," the sergeant roared. In moments like this he felt like an Astartes, those demigods he had fought beside all those years ago. He had remade himself in their image, the Dark Angels, the invincible killers who had to be wrestled down by death personaly before they were finished with slaughter. Team one met with resistance half way up the stairs. Hethor pumped explosive shells into their midst. "Grenade launchers!" he yelled. The crack of detonating grenades sounded a moment latter. Team one finished the Skitarii with point blank las shots.

"Inquisitor, stairs to the second level secure!" He turned to his left. There was the distant *crump*crump* of explosions outside, but only the sound of bootsteps and the heavy breathing of tired soldiers here. "Lieutenant!" He screamed at the young corpse meat in front of him. "You and your men will hold this junction and corridor and reinforcements at all costs! If you fail in this, the Emperor will give your soul to me for punishment! Am I understood?! Our reinforcement must be able to reinforce us!"

"Yes," the young man squeeked. Evidently his Schola didn't teach how Inquisitorial armsmen fitted into the chain of command. But he had managed to figure out who was in charge. The bulk of the guard began to advance upstairs. Gix was standing on his own, in part thanks to his own bodies recuperative power, and in part because of an injector of stimulants.

Anyone who can hear me, this is Gix broadcast the young psyker. He had never been good at telepathy, but maybe one of the others would pick it up. We have secured the entrance to the Ad Mech Temple and are proceeding to sweep the approaches clear.

Pcm979 · Post by **Pcm979** » 2004-11-29 01:29am

Kruger heard him, faintly. He replied. This is Kruger, coming with a squad of Stormtroopers. We have Eldar weapons thanks to our Harlequin friend.

Shaper Mallok listened to the vox-set screwed into his ear-hole. There was something going on at the artillery batteries. He screeched to his 'men' to move out- These alien toys could come in handy..

GeneralTacticus · Post by **GeneralTacticus** » 2004-11-29 01:40am

Adivan heard it, too, though could not reply in kind. Isntead, he used his helmet's vox unit. "This is Adivan, heading for the entrance. I was running out of targets anyway. Anyone know where I can find some more bolter rounds?"

With that, he set off at a run, arriving at the entrance a short while later. A few of the Skitarii tried firing at him, but their las-fire did little more than scorch his armour, and the appalling accurate return fire from his bolter was enough to dissuade them from any further attempts.

Pcm979 · Post by **Pcm979** » 2004-11-29 01:46am

Kruger's team met with Gix. "Half of these men are at your service. The other half I'm taking to find some medgear for my Interrogator. Do you know where I should look?"

The Kroot sliced and diced and blasted the Skitarii attacking the artillery. One particular group held out for nearly 10 minutes before falling, and the Kroot took time out to eat their commander's flesh to improve the next generation.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2004-11-29 02:18am

"Take my medicae," Gix said. "I don't know where the guard came up with him, but he's damned good. Severa, any luck on medic augments?"

The lieutenant consulted the holo. One thing her hunter skull had managed to do was catalogue the rooms they were pushing through in their sweep and clear. "Transmiting map to your unit. Bionics found in B3," she said crisply. Her hand went back to the pistol grip of her shotcannon.

Hethor voxed back. "Resistance continues to be light and stubborn. We're taking them, no problem, but it should be heavier. Best guess, they're either concentrating below street level or they're buying time for something really nasty."

"Kruger," Gix said, "Sergeant D'eckor is only this talkative when its nasty. Expect trouble. We'll be wiring a vox relay out a window momentarily. That should give us normal transmitions."

Pcm979 · Post by **Pcm979** » 2004-11-29 02:20am

"Much obliged, Inquisitor. I will be back shortly." His team carefully and profesionally worked their way down the side-passage leading to room B3.
"Be ready for anything." Kruger hissed.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2004-11-29 02:43am

"Die heretics!" D'eckor shouted as he demolished a wall with his autocannon. The mass reactive shells turned the walls into shrapnel as his support team pumped grenades and las bolts into the holes. The Skitarri, pinned between the doorway and the sergean'ts remodiling, succomed easily. "Wounded!" D'eckor shouted.

A squad of corpse meat with varying injures walked forward and doubled tapped the Skitarri in the head. They began to strip the bodies of weapons and supplies. A couple times in the past the Skitarri had managed to booby-trap themselves and D'eckor wasn't going to risk loosing able bodied fodder while he had wounded to expend.

Teams three and five were sweeping the next area. D'eckor had formed his own beta team (Jix and Severa were alpha, of course) from the most likely looking of this bunch of walking fertilizer. Too bad they didn't have any more Naval Security. Those boys were hard bastards, make no mistake.

The sound of las fire and frag grenades died off in the distance. "Team five reporting. One wounded, no dead. Enemy eliminated."

"Good. Team six and nine, begin security sweep. Visual check, not vox. All other teams, proceed to next target areas." A series of yessirs came back at him. He hated greenies. At least there weren't any commissars. He hated commissars. The fools were only good for rushing machine gun nests.

He strode back toward Gix. The inquisitor wasn't hard enough for this work. He still cared. Hah, he probably thought Severa was just doing her job when she watched over him so tenderily. He snickered. And of course, Gix would never "abuse his authority" by putting a move on his subordinate. The boy needed to learn a few things.

But he could kill and kill and kill and not stop. He might regret it after, but that was after. And he knew how to get a job done. He wasn't a bullet stopper. He wasn't like D'eckor, but he knew about people like D'eckor and knew that they were deadliest when they provided their own direction. And people like Gix reminded D'eckor that there was a point to this. Somehow, D'eckor was doing good. He didn't understand exactly how, but he didn't need to. The aweful burden of knowing was Gix's. For Hethor D'eckor, ignorance was strength.

Post by **The Yosemite Bear** » 2004-11-29 02:52am

As you can see from the infiltration attacks there's more then one way in or out, however lugging the last bits of equipment up to the squads inside the enterence, Cait began removing the last of the components.

"humans, I have enough Grandes to resuppply you. Grounding the cart he activated the wraithbone charge converting the cart into it's proper form a weapon support platform and powersupply. and the protective casing pealed back revealing....

Pcm979 · Post by **Pcm979** » 2004-11-29 02:55am

Pater swam in and out of conciousness, recognising the beeps and clicks of Medical equipment and the hurried mutterings of Chirgeons from the last time he'd been in a position like this- Zethrix Secundus, on the edge of the Eye of Terror. Where he'd lost his hand.
He remembered...

"Sergeant! I want covering fire on the left flank!"
"Yessir."
RatatattatataBooom
"Fragging Cultists, there's no end to them!"
"Keep the vox chatter down, Private Slate!"
"Sir."

Then the noise stopped.

"So, Kruger, it has come to this."
"Torquen, you traitorous bastard! I'll have your head!"
"I think not. Marcus?"
"Yes, master?"
"Kill."

Then, the scream....

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2004-11-29 03:45am

"Commissar, you'll pardon my saying... this is most unseemly," the medicae said nervously.

"The man is dead. Unless you have a spare commissarial uniform, this will have to do," Prius countered as he painfully pulled the dead man's Guard jacket on. There was a hole in the side and a dark stain from the dead man's blood, but it was better than nothing. They'd cut his own uniform off of him, including his greatcoat, leaving him to improvise proper garb. He affixed his Commissarial seal to the breast of the jacket and buttoned it, gritting his teeth as pain surged through him.

Pain is nothing. There is no pain such as the pain the God-Emperor endures for the sake of all mankind, watching over us all from His glorious Throne.

"We are still unsure of your recovery, lord... it seems as if a miracle." the medicae stammered.

"With faith in the God-Emperor, all things are possible medicae. Now where is my weapon? My laspistol?"

"I'll send an attendant for it, at once."

Word had it that the Borean Rifles had all but fallen apart under the hammer of the skitarii. If there was but a single breath left in his body, he would tend to his assigned regiment, that they would die like proper soldiers of the Emperor and not mewling cowards. He staggered toward the end table and with a grunt seized the leg, pulling it away from the flimsy table, which fell over with a clatter. Makeshift cane in hand, he lurched toward the door...

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2004-11-29 03:51am

Something was... off. Shaper Mallok could sense it, the instincts of a wise and canny warrior telling him that danger was lurking nearby, but not what form it took.

That was until the first lasbeam lashed out from the cover of a window, striking one of his warriors in the neck. Within seconds, more lasbeams were flashing out from all around them, and the canny eye could see the source... servo skulls drifting on their suspensors, small lasguns mounted on the top of each skull.

Individually they were little threat, but there were a great damned many of them...

Pcm979 · Post by **Pcm979** » 2004-11-29 03:55am

The Kroot screeched in anger and took cover behind the wall. Mallok threw a grenade over his shoulder and then turned around and let loose a volley of Plasma fire from his priceless Tau rifle.
The Kroothounds roared and jumped at the Servo-skulls.

Post by **NecronLord** » 2004-11-29 03:56am

“Oh no,” came the voice of the magos, this time only from one place, his disembodied head, appearing from above the STC constructor, “You misunderstand. This is not the artefact itself. I built this,” he said, his head descending onto the shoulders of a modified iron-man. The inert form moved with an obscenely reduced version of the mechanical grace of the others, but with a human malevolence the emotionless constructs could not match.

“This is the tip of the iceberg… Another thing that’s new is communication monitoring equipment… You would betray me. Take them.”

Ten iron men stepped out of the shadowy recesses around the constructor, armed with all manner of implements of death. The magos, whose grip on reality seemed shaky at best glared at the lead Iron Man, who was partly painted a burnished and reflective gold, “Take them from my sight and flay them alive.”

The Iron Man nodded, and two of their number picked up the techpriests, while the others brutally gutted servitors.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2004-11-29 03:59am

The servo skulls dance and weave like flying insects. A single shot kills one easily, but they are damnably hard to track, darting among the wreckage, emerging from windows, darting overhead or sliding into low depressions in the ground...

Raxmei · Post by **Raxmei** » 2004-11-29 04:01am

Vorus whacked Gryllia with an armored gauntlet. "Chatty bitch."

Pcm979 · Post by **Pcm979** » 2004-11-29 04:03am

"Wait!" Gyllia yelled. "I spoke out of ignorance, before I saw the true majesty of you undertaking. Please, can you not understand how we would be suspicious? Tell us more."

Mallok hissed in anger. There was no honour in this; Shooting soulless robots who could avoid your shots with casual ease. Another Kroot fell under the relentless bombardment. They were being driven into a corner..

Post by **NecronLord** » 2004-11-29 04:05am

The lead Iron Man clips Vorus about the head, “Quit it. What do you think this is, a comedy?” it asks.

Another grabbed Gyllia and hauled her into the air.

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2004-11-29 04:08am

"I'll drive," Prius said testily as he clambered up the side of the battered APC. Bloodstains on the seat testified to the fate of the previous driver, but he ignored that as he clambered in. "You man the gun," he ordered the wounded trooper he'd commandeered to accompany him. The woman climbed up, checking over the remaining pintle mount. Prius started the vehicle up, then checked to see if she was finished inspecting the weapon. He didn't even know the name of the half-track, it was some locally manufactured APC for the PDF, but the controls were straightforward enough. He threw it into gear, churning it down the road.

Captain tycho · Post by **Captain tycho** » 2004-11-29 04:11am

Xerxes cursed under his breath. More gun servitors pouring out from everywhere. What the fuck was happening? The substation was being riddled with bolter fire every second, and it was impossible to stand up without getting decapitated. An Arbite crawled closer to Xerxes. "Sir, we're pretty much surrounded here. They must've come out of the subsurface tunnels."

Xerxes shouted out over all the bolter fire: "Corporal Duran, get a message out to our artillery! Tell them to fucking flatten this area with fragmentation shells." Duran replied in turn by shouting into his vox set. "Fire mission battery, grid 4568-2021, fragmentation only, I repeat, fragmentation only"

Xerxes felt, rather than heard, the fragmentation shells rain down around the substation. The servitors outside screamed as their bodies were torn into shreds by a fast moving hail of shrapnel, and the bolter fire died down.

Imperial Overlord · Post by **Imperial Overlord** » 2004-11-29 04:12am

"This is Gix, sweep and kill of the upper levels complete. We have control of the approaches, repeat we have control of the approaches. We are about to proceed deeper into the interior. Gix out."

Severa's troopers surrounded him, a wall of armoured flesh. Further down, Hethor drove the common troopers forward. The were nearing the perimeter of the secured area. Just around the bend would be team 12. They had been in vox contact two minutes ago.

Raxmei · Post by **Raxmei** » 2004-11-29 04:12am

Vorus looked into the iron man's eyes, frightened, and said "sorry, that was stupid. I'll behave."
Then he shut his mouth.

Pcm979 · Post by **Pcm979** » 2004-11-29 04:14am

Gyllia tried another tactic. "So," She said to the metal beast carrying her, "You can talk. I don't remember that from the records."

Petrosjko · Post by **Petrosjko** » 2004-11-29 04:17am

"Xenos, sir!" the trooper called over the intercom, the pair having donned the tanker helmets still in the vehicle. Prius slowed the vehicle as he sat up to look, noting the trooper was already swinging the pintle-mounted stubber into line.

"Wait," he ordered, though his every instinct screamed for him to order her to fire and cut the wretched aliens down. There was something else... he brought the APC to a stop and stood up in his seat, grimacing as he did so. Small objects darting around the aliens, attacking them.

How pleasant it would be to watch them die, but as badly as things were falling apart, they needed every warm body available... even alien bodies.

At least for now.

"Fire on... whatever is attacking them," he snarled over the intercom, throwing the halftrack back into gear and turning it toward the Kroot.

Post by **NecronLord** » 2004-11-29 04:18am

The massive armoured figure ignored him, and dragged him along by a convenient mechadendrite (or other obstrusive augment of your choice), Honestly, what have the humans come to… If I have to sit and have my 'spirit' placated again something large and explosive is going to die.

"Of course we can talk. What do you think we are, robots?"