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The 41st millenium of Ponykind. 10 000 years since Luna's heresy and the disappearance of the Primarchs of Harmony. Celestia has been interred in the Sun Throne, where her spirit leads the Ponykind from one day to another, from one year to another, from one millennium to another.
But the ponies aren't alone in the universe. Not only the heretics of Luna and the followers of Chaos and Discord eat away at the empire from the inside, but the galaxy is beset by aliens from all directions.
You are Space Mare-ines, the Empresses's finest. Genetically engineered supersoldiers up-keeping her harmony and her will.
After the heresy, the legions of Mare-ines were split into chapters, and you belong to the first one: Dark Angels. Dedicated to uprooting heresy from everywhere you find it, the finest of Her soldiers.
You're in the briefing room of the Strike Cruiser Indomitable. The dim green light of the holotable flickers, showing one of the multiple administration spires of the planet Taketa Primaris, which recently lost contact with imperial forces after some reported worker uprisings in the underhive.
"Chaos. Heretics. This is a classic example of a cult uprising. But this is not the reason we are here."
Veteran sister Arkadia sneers at the tall building's image, before waving her hoof, the 3d image changing to a surveillance photo.
"Chaos Space Mare-ines. Arch Heretics!"
Behind an archway in the upper levels, you see the imposing bulk of a mare-ine, twisted by the warp and their betrayal millenniums ago.
"Our, or rather your mission will be to take a marker beacon to the entrance of the spire, kill their leaders and to capture the Fallen in their midst with the help of a Deathwing detachment."
She waves her hoof again and the holotable flickers off.
"We are the only squad to make landfall before the beacon is active. The landing will happen at the governor's residence, the current presumed headquarter of the planetary defense forces."
She looks over you.
"Saddle up."
But the ponies aren't alone in the universe. Not only the heretics of Luna and the followers of Chaos and Discord eat away at the empire from the inside, but the galaxy is beset by aliens from all directions.
You are Space Mare-ines, the Empresses's finest. Genetically engineered supersoldiers up-keeping her harmony and her will.
After the heresy, the legions of Mare-ines were split into chapters, and you belong to the first one: Dark Angels. Dedicated to uprooting heresy from everywhere you find it, the finest of Her soldiers.
You're in the briefing room of the Strike Cruiser Indomitable. The dim green light of the holotable flickers, showing one of the multiple administration spires of the planet Taketa Primaris, which recently lost contact with imperial forces after some reported worker uprisings in the underhive.
"Chaos. Heretics. This is a classic example of a cult uprising. But this is not the reason we are here."
Veteran sister Arkadia sneers at the tall building's image, before waving her hoof, the 3d image changing to a surveillance photo.
"Chaos Space Mare-ines. Arch Heretics!"
Behind an archway in the upper levels, you see the imposing bulk of a mare-ine, twisted by the warp and their betrayal millenniums ago.
"Our, or rather your mission will be to take a marker beacon to the entrance of the spire, kill their leaders and to capture the Fallen in their midst with the help of a Deathwing detachment."
She waves her hoof again and the holotable flickers off.
"We are the only squad to make landfall before the beacon is active. The landing will happen at the governor's residence, the current presumed headquarter of the planetary defense forces."
She looks over you.
"Saddle up."
>>428544
>>428545
You go to the armoury to retrieve your gear. The master of arms hands out your chosen weapons.
Before you can leave, a servitor clambers in the room, the high threshold of the bulkhead giving it's threaded feet some trouble. With a mechanical click it bows it's head before speaking in a metallic tone.
>>428545
You go to the armoury to retrieve your gear. The master of arms hands out your chosen weapons.
Before you can leave, a servitor clambers in the room, the high threshold of the bulkhead giving it's threaded feet some trouble. With a mechanical click it bows it's head before speaking in a metallic tone.
[I exist to serve. Your transport is ready in launch bay A1.]>>428547
>>428548
You make it through the gray hallways of the ship, the non-mare-ine crew members bowing out of your way like they were not there. The brightly lit launch bay is tall, filled with Thunderhawk Gunships, the primary airborne transport of the chapter. Veteran Sister Arkadia's bone-white robes reflect the bright light of the hangar as she speaks with two other Mare-ines you only know by name.
The remaining PCs
She checks the reigns of her storm bolter when you approach.
"The Inglorious will take us to the surface. The servitors are just loading the ammunition and fuel aboard. Now, do you have any questions?"
>>428548
You make it through the gray hallways of the ship, the non-mare-ine crew members bowing out of your way like they were not there. The brightly lit launch bay is tall, filled with Thunderhawk Gunships, the primary airborne transport of the chapter. Veteran Sister Arkadia's bone-white robes reflect the bright light of the hangar as she speaks with two other Mare-ines you only know by name.
The remaining PCs
She checks the reigns of her storm bolter when you approach.
"The Inglorious will take us to the surface. The servitors are just loading the ammunition and fuel aboard. Now, do you have any questions?"
>>428551
"Currently only the administrative buildings and the starport are in loyalist hands."
You can't tell her expression under her helmet, but her voice is full of spite.
"The rest of our task force is still days behind. We can only pray to the Goddess that the planetary defence forces don't let the star port fall. The manufactorums of Forge World Taketa Secondus must not fall!"
>>428550
She facehoofs, her metallic gauntlet making a clanking noise.
"Were you asleep at the briefing? We will land on the planetary governor's residence, some way behind the front lines."
A huge rail-mouted automaton disconnects a fuel line from the thunderhawk as a Mare-ine clad in the red of the mechanicus approaches you.
"The Inglorious is ready. The rites have been read. We will depart in five minutes."
He then enters the maw of the ship, with the navigator-servitors following him.
"Currently only the administrative buildings and the starport are in loyalist hands."
You can't tell her expression under her helmet, but her voice is full of spite.
"The rest of our task force is still days behind. We can only pray to the Goddess that the planetary defence forces don't let the star port fall. The manufactorums of Forge World Taketa Secondus must not fall!"
>>428550
She facehoofs, her metallic gauntlet making a clanking noise.
"Were you asleep at the briefing? We will land on the planetary governor's residence, some way behind the front lines."
A huge rail-mouted automaton disconnects a fuel line from the thunderhawk as a Mare-ine clad in the red of the mechanicus approaches you.
"The Inglorious is ready. The rites have been read. We will depart in five minutes."
He then enters the maw of the ship, with the navigator-servitors following him.
>>428553
"The Titan manufactorums are too important to destroy. It is a last contingency."
She taps your chest with a hoof.
"You may be a Librarian, but don't think yourself higher than me. You're only here because the Company Master requested your presence on the mission!"
>>428554
>>428555
You enter the transport hold of the Hawk.
The frontal boarding door closes as the ancient engines heat up for launch. A wall-mounted servitor speaks in a droning voice:
The anti-gravity fields lift the transport up from its pad, and the engines roar to life. You launch into the void of space, the destination in a screen mounted above the Servitor's head.
After some 45 minutes of flight, Arkadia speaks up.
"We will land soon. Prepare yourselves."
"The Titan manufactorums are too important to destroy. It is a last contingency."
She taps your chest with a hoof.
"You may be a Librarian, but don't think yourself higher than me. You're only here because the Company Master requested your presence on the mission!"
>>428554
>>428555
You enter the transport hold of the Hawk.
The frontal boarding door closes as the ancient engines heat up for launch. A wall-mounted servitor speaks in a droning voice:
[Begin pre-launch sequence Alpha Seven-Oh-Six-Seven.]The anti-gravity fields lift the transport up from its pad, and the engines roar to life. You launch into the void of space, the destination in a screen mounted above the Servitor's head.
[Trajectory 2482771. Atmospheric entry in 30 minutes. No expected Anti-Air fire on-target. Weapon safety is on.]After some 45 minutes of flight, Arkadia speaks up.
"We will land soon. Prepare yourselves."
The mechanical eye of the Servitor turns red and the screen flickers as it zooms on the landing pad of the governor's residence.
There is a small sub-system shuttlecraft on the ground where you're supposed to land.
You can hear machinery rattle as a huge high-explosive shell is loaded into the main cannon of your craft.
The servitor's eye-light turns white.
The whole ship recoils as the huge Thunderhawk Cannon blasts the insignificant fly out of your way.
The servitor's eye changes color back to blue.
>>428557
Arkadia doesn't speak on your trip to the surface.
>>428558
"No. The heretic's weapons can not reach the residence yet."
The engines of the thunderhawk lower to a hum as the grav-plates take the weight of the craft, landing it softly on the lightly-ruffled landing pad.
The hydraulics hiss as the doors of the ship open.
The pilot speaks to you through your helmet-voxes.
"I will return to the cruiser upon your off-loading."
There is a small sub-system shuttlecraft on the ground where you're supposed to land.
[Warning. Obstruction on landing co-ordinates. Begin cleaning procedure Exterminati A5.]You can hear machinery rattle as a huge high-explosive shell is loaded into the main cannon of your craft.
The servitor's eye-light turns white.
[Weapon safety off. Fire.]The whole ship recoils as the huge Thunderhawk Cannon blasts the insignificant fly out of your way.
The servitor's eye changes color back to blue.
[Landing in five minutes]>>428557
Arkadia doesn't speak on your trip to the surface.
>>428558
"No. The heretic's weapons can not reach the residence yet."
The engines of the thunderhawk lower to a hum as the grav-plates take the weight of the craft, landing it softly on the lightly-ruffled landing pad.
The hydraulics hiss as the doors of the ship open.
The pilot speaks to you through your helmet-voxes.
"I will return to the cruiser upon your off-loading."
>>428567
You're high atop an apartment-spire of the wealthiest citizens of the planet. A squad of Equestrian Guard was resting near the large double-doors of the entrance. They are currently staring at your group with their jaws agape, whispering to each other:
"M-m-m-ma-ma-ma-mar…"
"M-Mare-ines?!"
"I thought they were just a legend!"
"I heard the sarge saw them when he was a recruit on Cadia…"
"Look at how large they are!"
"I hear they haven't got any naughty parts…"
>>428573
After some tries, you find a guardspony who doesn't faint when you try to speak to him.
"Th-the Governor is in his residence speaking to Lord Commissar Colt…"
He points at the double doors.
>>428571
It's large, mostly gray and black. You can see a garden-level up above. This one's just barely above the smog of the lower levels.
You're high atop an apartment-spire of the wealthiest citizens of the planet. A squad of Equestrian Guard was resting near the large double-doors of the entrance. They are currently staring at your group with their jaws agape, whispering to each other:
"M-m-m-ma-ma-ma-mar…"
"M-Mare-ines?!"
"I thought they were just a legend!"
"I heard the sarge saw them when he was a recruit on Cadia…"
"Look at how large they are!"
"I hear they haven't got any naughty parts…"
>>428573
After some tries, you find a guardspony who doesn't faint when you try to speak to him.
"Th-the Governor is in his residence speaking to Lord Commissar Colt…"
He points at the double doors.
>>428571
It's large, mostly gray and black. You can see a garden-level up above. This one's just barely above the smog of the lower levels.
>>428583
>>428585
>>428586
Arkadia spearheads your group inside the spire.
You walk down some wide hallways presenting the statues of Celestia and her Primarchs, with one pedestal empty.
after a while you reach an archway guarded by two guards. They don't waver or show any sign of your approach unlike the guards outside, but you can see their stern looks follow you inside.
You enter a large, round room with a holotable in the middle, and some luxurious furniture scattered about. It's like this place hadn't seen war in centuries. You can see four figures on a nearby balcony overlooking the management district.
A Stallion clad in a black leather coat and a ridiculously large military cap is pointing a pistol at a much, much older and weaker looking stallion.
"I've had enough of your incompetence! Your weakness almost lost us the Goddess this world. You are relieved of duty! I'd choose my next words very carefully if I were you…"
"Ehh…Praised be the Empress?"
The stallion lowers his gun, turning to two guards on the balcony they were standing on.
"Take him away!"
He then walks towards you, staying on the other side of the holotable while the ex-governor is dragged away..
"Ah. Mare-ines."
He bows.
"I am Lord Commissar Colt, the current leader of this planet."
>>428585
>>428586
Arkadia spearheads your group inside the spire.
You walk down some wide hallways presenting the statues of Celestia and her Primarchs, with one pedestal empty.
after a while you reach an archway guarded by two guards. They don't waver or show any sign of your approach unlike the guards outside, but you can see their stern looks follow you inside.
You enter a large, round room with a holotable in the middle, and some luxurious furniture scattered about. It's like this place hadn't seen war in centuries. You can see four figures on a nearby balcony overlooking the management district.
A Stallion clad in a black leather coat and a ridiculously large military cap is pointing a pistol at a much, much older and weaker looking stallion.
"I've had enough of your incompetence! Your weakness almost lost us the Goddess this world. You are relieved of duty! I'd choose my next words very carefully if I were you…"
"Ehh…Praised be the Empress?"
The stallion lowers his gun, turning to two guards on the balcony they were standing on.
"Take him away!"
He then walks towards you, staying on the other side of the holotable while the ex-governor is dragged away..
"Ah. Mare-ines."
He bows.
"I am Lord Commissar Colt, the current leader of this planet."
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>>428599
"The battle lines are some 20 kilometers away from our current position. Here."
He activates the table, which displays a simple map.
"As you can see, there's only a small no-man's land between our position and the manufactorum district. The headquarters of the heretics are not displayed on-screen."
>>428597
"We hold the line until reinforcements arrive, upon which we will launch an offensive according to the guard doctrine!"
>>428601
He sneers and spits on the ground.
"The weak idiot of a governor is not an able war-time leader. He should be glad I only sent him to the mines instead of shooting him for his incompetence in front of the Empress."
"The battle lines are some 20 kilometers away from our current position. Here."
He activates the table, which displays a simple map.
"As you can see, there's only a small no-man's land between our position and the manufactorum district. The headquarters of the heretics are not displayed on-screen."
>>428597
"We hold the line until reinforcements arrive, upon which we will launch an offensive according to the guard doctrine!"
>>428601
He sneers and spits on the ground.
"The weak idiot of a governor is not an able war-time leader. He should be glad I only sent him to the mines instead of shooting him for his incompetence in front of the Empress."
>>428604
Arkadia nods.
"You did well, Lord Commissar. We require-"
>>428605
>>428606
"Exactly."
Arkadia looks to Colt, who brings up a screen of his troops.
"Looks like if we can weather this assault, I will have a way. You need to make your way to the front lines sector A5! Juarez!"
One of the Guardsponies, wearing a visored helmet and commando armor runs up to your group.
"Follow me."
He turns around and leads you past some luxury rooms, outside, down some levels and on a tram system.
"This will lead us to the edge of the spire, where will acquire transportation to our rear positions."
Arkadia nods.
"You did well, Lord Commissar. We require-"
>>428605
>>428606
"Exactly."
Arkadia looks to Colt, who brings up a screen of his troops.
"Looks like if we can weather this assault, I will have a way. You need to make your way to the front lines sector A5! Juarez!"
One of the Guardsponies, wearing a visored helmet and commando armor runs up to your group.
"Follow me."
He turns around and leads you past some luxury rooms, outside, down some levels and on a tram system.
"This will lead us to the edge of the spire, where will acquire transportation to our rear positions."
>>428617
You arrive on the edge of the spire, where a wide bridge connects the buildings to the last few patches of land left on the planet. There are multiple defensive buildings there, and some mobile-looking armour depots, barracks, and communications arrays. Some Imperial Guard battalions are doing formation practice on the other end.
The lieutenant salutes you as you arrive on one of the camo nets housing some transport vehicles.
"Lieutenant. Sir. We require fast transportation to the front lines."
"Right. The 102nd and 67th are leaving to reinforce the defenses. The assault has been going on for hours now."
As an added emphasis to his words, you can hear gunfire and explosions off in the distance, with multiple pillars of smoke in the horizon.
"The mare-ines will require a whole transport to themselves."
After some paperwork a Chimera's doors open for you.
"It's no Rhino, but she will take you to where you need to go."
The engines roar over their normal limit as you zoom off with a squadron.
"Three…Scan the horizon…"
"Four…All clear…"
"Squadron…time to unloading…15…"
You ride across the barren wastes, past multiple wrecked vehicles and heaps of dead, the gunfire getting louder by the second.
"Sector A5 is–BATTLE TANK!"
Your vehicle is thrown on it's side by a massive explosion to your left flank, tearing open the metal and sending you flying inside the wreck like ragdolls.
Roll 1d10.
You arrive on the edge of the spire, where a wide bridge connects the buildings to the last few patches of land left on the planet. There are multiple defensive buildings there, and some mobile-looking armour depots, barracks, and communications arrays. Some Imperial Guard battalions are doing formation practice on the other end.
The lieutenant salutes you as you arrive on one of the camo nets housing some transport vehicles.
"Lieutenant. Sir. We require fast transportation to the front lines."
"Right. The 102nd and 67th are leaving to reinforce the defenses. The assault has been going on for hours now."
As an added emphasis to his words, you can hear gunfire and explosions off in the distance, with multiple pillars of smoke in the horizon.
"The mare-ines will require a whole transport to themselves."
After some paperwork a Chimera's doors open for you.
"It's no Rhino, but she will take you to where you need to go."
The engines roar over their normal limit as you zoom off with a squadron.
"Three…Scan the horizon…"
"Four…All clear…"
"Squadron…time to unloading…15…"
You ride across the barren wastes, past multiple wrecked vehicles and heaps of dead, the gunfire getting louder by the second.
"Sector A5 is–BATTLE TANK!"
Your vehicle is thrown on it's side by a massive explosion to your left flank, tearing open the metal and sending you flying inside the wreck like ragdolls.
Roll 1d10.
>>428639
>>428641
>>428646
You smash open the top hatch of the Chimera, climbing out of the smoking wreck.
You're out in the open with the rest of the transports continuing their way to the lines.
Arkadia checks her equipment.
"Mare-ines! Rally! Make way to the Guard lines!"
She then starts running midst the falling artillery fire after the rest of the transports.
The ground is turned into burning cinders or smoking mush as you run towards the lines.
The squadron of Chimeras, or the ones remaining, parked behind a hill where the guardsponies are rushing out and over the hill.
You can see the trenches reaching to the left and right, as far as you can see.
The lieutenant comes to you.
"Praise be the empress! You survived. Follow me to the sector A5!"
>>428641
>>428646
You smash open the top hatch of the Chimera, climbing out of the smoking wreck.
You're out in the open with the rest of the transports continuing their way to the lines.
Arkadia checks her equipment.
"Mare-ines! Rally! Make way to the Guard lines!"
She then starts running midst the falling artillery fire after the rest of the transports.
The ground is turned into burning cinders or smoking mush as you run towards the lines.
The squadron of Chimeras, or the ones remaining, parked behind a hill where the guardsponies are rushing out and over the hill.
You can see the trenches reaching to the left and right, as far as you can see.
The lieutenant comes to you.
"Praise be the empress! You survived. Follow me to the sector A5!"
>>428656
>>428659
>>428666
You run into the trenches, which are mostly concrete-built, but with some quickly dug extensions only reinforced by scraps. Guardsponies are taking potshots over the edge, but it doesn't seem like the bulk of the assault is pointed here.
Soon, however, you see "A5" painted on the wall of a bunker. You can see dead guards and cultists strewn together in the mud.
Suddenly a burst of gunfire hits a wall nearby.
"DIIIIIISCOOOOOOOOOORD!"
A cultist wearing a mask covering his face and wielding an ancient slugger is waving his hooves on top of a wall.
>>428659
>>428666
You run into the trenches, which are mostly concrete-built, but with some quickly dug extensions only reinforced by scraps. Guardsponies are taking potshots over the edge, but it doesn't seem like the bulk of the assault is pointed here.
Soon, however, you see "A5" painted on the wall of a bunker. You can see dead guards and cultists strewn together in the mud.
Suddenly a burst of gunfire hits a wall nearby.
"DIIIIIISCOOOOOOOOOORD!"
A cultist wearing a mask covering his face and wielding an ancient slugger is waving his hooves on top of a wall.
>>428671
You gallop and jump on top of the wall, slicing the heretic into eight pieces.
His 30 or so friends on the other side aren't that happy.
>>428674
You and the rest get up on the wall, in moderate cover.
"WHORES OF THE FALSE GOD! THEY KILLED STEVE!"
"WAHASHFKASFJAHKLSFJ!"
The lieutenant ducks.
"Go down!"
You're met by a volley of shots.
'30d10'
Roll #1 10, 4, 8, 5, 5, 8, 3, 7, 3, 1, 7, 2, 3, 10, 8, 4, 9, 4, 3, 2, 3, 3, 4, 7, 6 = 129
You gallop and jump on top of the wall, slicing the heretic into eight pieces.
His 30 or so friends on the other side aren't that happy.
>>428674
You and the rest get up on the wall, in moderate cover.
"WHORES OF THE FALSE GOD! THEY KILLED STEVE!"
"WAHASHFKASFJAHKLSFJ!"
The lieutenant ducks.
"Go down!"
You're met by a volley of shots.
'30d10'
Roll #1 10, 4, 8, 5, 5, 8, 3, 7, 3, 1, 7, 2, 3, 10, 8, 4, 9, 4, 3, 2, 3, 3, 4, 7, 6 = 129
>>428675
Only some rounds even come towards you, easily stopped by your armour.
Everyone loses 2 hits.
So that's 5 for Infrenis, 5 for Draega and…7 for Aufidia?
Arkadia lets loose a burst of fire from her Storm Bolter, killing three cultists. The lieutenant draws his laspistol, shooting one cultist.
>>428676
Your eyes glow with a blue light, but it fizzles out without any effect.
>>428677
You stomp on top of a cultist, turning him into a red pulp.
>>428678
They weren't in the combat when you used it
You kill six of the cultists as you land, dazing five others.
Thirteen cultists scatter, with one throwing his gun to the ground and running for the hills, where he is cut down by the guard's fire.
'12d10'
Roll #1 1, 4, 8, 3, 6, 6, 4, 10, 4, 1, 8, 7 = 62
Only some rounds even come towards you, easily stopped by your armour.
Everyone loses 2 hits.
So that's 5 for Infrenis, 5 for Draega and…7 for Aufidia?
Arkadia lets loose a burst of fire from her Storm Bolter, killing three cultists. The lieutenant draws his laspistol, shooting one cultist.
>>428676
Your eyes glow with a blue light, but it fizzles out without any effect.
>>428677
You stomp on top of a cultist, turning him into a red pulp.
>>428678
They weren't in the combat when you used it
You kill six of the cultists as you land, dazing five others.
Thirteen cultists scatter, with one throwing his gun to the ground and running for the hills, where he is cut down by the guard's fire.
'12d10'
Roll #1 1, 4, 8, 3, 6, 6, 4, 10, 4, 1, 8, 7 = 62
>>428686
Your eyes crackle with a dim light as you shoot an orb of your faith midst the cultists, who start screaming and falling to the ground.
3 of them don't rise up.
>>428687
The blades crackle with electricity as you charge, tearing through one cultist and thrusting both your hooves through another.
>>428691
You blast the heretic's neck apart as his masked head flies into the horizon.
Arkadia kills two cultists. The lieutenant gets hit and clutches his side behind a concrete slab.
Only a few cultists, cackling manically return fire.
'9d10'
Roll #1 4, 2, 10, 2, 2, 6, 6, 9, 8 = 49
Your eyes crackle with a dim light as you shoot an orb of your faith midst the cultists, who start screaming and falling to the ground.
3 of them don't rise up.
>>428687
The blades crackle with electricity as you charge, tearing through one cultist and thrusting both your hooves through another.
>>428691
You blast the heretic's neck apart as his masked head flies into the horizon.
Arkadia kills two cultists. The lieutenant gets hit and clutches his side behind a concrete slab.
Only a few cultists, cackling manically return fire.
'9d10'
Roll #1 4, 2, 10, 2, 2, 6, 6, 9, 8 = 49
>>428702
Everyone becomes imbued with the power of the Empress, granting them a second action this turn.
>>428701
You kill five of them as you land, most of them still crying out their praise for Chaos as they die.
>>428699
You protect her.
Arkadia kills 2 cultists. As the two remaining notice they're all alone, the other grabs a grenade and runs towards you.
'1d10+2'
The other tries to fire at you, but his weapon misfires and explodes in his hands, leaving him rolling on the ground in pain.
Roll #1 9 + 2 = 11
Everyone becomes imbued with the power of the Empress, granting them a second action this turn.
>>428701
You kill five of them as you land, most of them still crying out their praise for Chaos as they die.
>>428699
You protect her.
Arkadia kills 2 cultists. As the two remaining notice they're all alone, the other grabs a grenade and runs towards you.
'1d10+2'
The other tries to fire at you, but his weapon misfires and explodes in his hands, leaving him rolling on the ground in pain.
Roll #1 9 + 2 = 11
#Continue
You have arrived at your destination.
"You should head for the command bunker. It's a little ways further into the trenches. See if they're still holding, and try to contact the spire."
He grunts, holding his side with a hoof.
"moving me ain't no good. I'm going to wait for a medic here."
You have arrived at your destination.
"You should head for the command bunker. It's a little ways further into the trenches. See if they're still holding, and try to contact the spire."
He grunts, holding his side with a hoof.
"moving me ain't no good. I'm going to wait for a medic here."
>>431145
You can hear gunfire all around you. Artillery is currently chewing the positions to the east. Most of the guards in this sector have already died. As of now, all you can see is a thin mist over the no pony's land, and the bodies of the rebels you just slew.
>>431150
>>431153
You start your way down the trenches where the lieutenant pointed you, occasionally passing a couple of wounded guards still on their positions.
After passing a wrecked heavy bolter position, you can see markings on the concrete wall of the trench:
The ground is trembling, and the guards near your position grab their rifles closer.
You can hear gunfire all around you. Artillery is currently chewing the positions to the east. Most of the guards in this sector have already died. As of now, all you can see is a thin mist over the no pony's land, and the bodies of the rebels you just slew.
>>431150
>>431153
You start your way down the trenches where the lieutenant pointed you, occasionally passing a couple of wounded guards still on their positions.
After passing a wrecked heavy bolter position, you can see markings on the concrete wall of the trench:
< Command Bunker
< Communications center
Sectors A6-A9>The ground is trembling, and the guards near your position grab their rifles closer.
>>431158
The command bunker is very utilitarian. Old ammunition boxes are used as chairs around a tactical display, with a conveyor belt bringing supplies from an automated warehouse underground. A simple vox-caster sits in a corner, guarded by a communications officer.
The current leader of the establishment seems to be a rather disgruntled captain.
"Tell me you're my reinforcements."
He moves his smoking cigar to his mouth.
"I managed to hold for four weeks before the first cultists even got to the trenches and now these abpony mutants have started striking…"
>>431157
You clear out an emplacement in the trenches and set up your weapon. You have a clear field of view to the battlefield. The trembling of the ground continues.
The command bunker is very utilitarian. Old ammunition boxes are used as chairs around a tactical display, with a conveyor belt bringing supplies from an automated warehouse underground. A simple vox-caster sits in a corner, guarded by a communications officer.
The current leader of the establishment seems to be a rather disgruntled captain.
"Tell me you're my reinforcements."
He moves his smoking cigar to his mouth.
"I managed to hold for four weeks before the first cultists even got to the trenches and now these abpony mutants have started striking…"
>>431157
You clear out an emplacement in the trenches and set up your weapon. You have a clear field of view to the battlefield. The trembling of the ground continues.
>>431168
"The Lord Commissar already told me. We'll get you across as soon as this assault is over, it's not possible to escort the equipment we need otherwise."
The captain chews on his cigar before donning his bolter-harness.
"Follow me."
He heads out of the bunker, leading you to the edge of the trench. Picking up a set of binoculars, he scans the field, finding what he was looking for, and speaks:
"Look into direction 317. That husk. They have some sort of assault-beasts."
>>431166
The trembling raises to a roar as the guardsponies next to you start aiming into the horizon.
"The next wave is coming!"
"The Lord Commissar already told me. We'll get you across as soon as this assault is over, it's not possible to escort the equipment we need otherwise."
The captain chews on his cigar before donning his bolter-harness.
"Follow me."
He heads out of the bunker, leading you to the edge of the trench. Picking up a set of binoculars, he scans the field, finding what he was looking for, and speaks:
"Look into direction 317. That husk. They have some sort of assault-beasts."
>>431166
The trembling raises to a roar as the guardsponies next to you start aiming into the horizon.
"The next wave is coming!"
>>431199
>>431194
You can see a cloud of dust raise in the distance.
Another band of cultists is running towards your position, bouncing off of obstacles and cackling maniacally even as the guard's long range fire starts cutting them down.
The captain grabs his vox-piece.
"Sector-wide assault. They're going for a final push."
He fires off a few bolts from his weapon.
"I'm needed in the bunker. I will send for the engineering team to get you to the other side…if we survive this round."
>>431194
You can see a cloud of dust raise in the distance.
Another band of cultists is running towards your position, bouncing off of obstacles and cackling maniacally even as the guard's long range fire starts cutting them down.
The captain grabs his vox-piece.
"Sector-wide assault. They're going for a final push."
He fires off a few bolts from his weapon.
"I'm needed in the bunker. I will send for the engineering team to get you to the other side…if we survive this round."
>>431206
There are no big motherfuckers here yet.
However, you do the sensible thing and rush out of the trenches to engage the cultists, who are still a good 100 meters away.
In a dash of speed uncharacteristic for a mare-ine, you do run the distance and headbutt a cultist to the ground.
>>431207
You hit and kill one cultist, but then the delicate feeding system of the gun jams up. You need to use the next turn to clean the jam.
There are no big motherfuckers here yet.
However, you do the sensible thing and rush out of the trenches to engage the cultists, who are still a good 100 meters away.
In a dash of speed uncharacteristic for a mare-ine, you do run the distance and headbutt a cultist to the ground.
>>431207
You hit and kill one cultist, but then the delicate feeding system of the gun jams up. You need to use the next turn to clean the jam.
>>431215
Your claws crackle as you slay two more of the faithless bastards.
They're surrounding you with their mass though, cackling and mocking your empress.
You'll start receiving hits next turn.
>>431214
Your heavy weapon fires the two mis-fed rounds, killing two cultists while all around you the guards are firing their las-rifles at the incoming horde. The mass of cultists will be by the trenches in two turns.
Your claws crackle as you slay two more of the faithless bastards.
They're surrounding you with their mass though, cackling and mocking your empress.
You'll start receiving hits next turn.
>>431214
Your heavy weapon fires the two mis-fed rounds, killing two cultists while all around you the guards are firing their las-rifles at the incoming horde. The mass of cultists will be by the trenches in two turns.
>>431218
You slice up another, but when you turn to continue the swing the cultist isn't there, throwing you off balance. You're quickly thrown to the ground and multiple hooves start grasping at your armor.
Aufidia: 5/7 hits
>>431219
You press the trigger down, moving your machine of death in a wide arc, moving down the sinners with your mighty fury.
5 of them fall by your weapon.
The horde of cultist is drawing close, though you can see something throwing them around among their own ranks in the distance…
You slice up another, but when you turn to continue the swing the cultist isn't there, throwing you off balance. You're quickly thrown to the ground and multiple hooves start grasping at your armor.
Aufidia: 5/7 hits
>>431219
You press the trigger down, moving your machine of death in a wide arc, moving down the sinners with your mighty fury.
5 of them fall by your weapon.
The horde of cultist is drawing close, though you can see something throwing them around among their own ranks in the distance…
>>431243
You hit a dozen or so cultists coming down, scattering them about.
>>431240
You keep mowing them down, seeing their ranks thin. You can see four of the dog-creatures in the distance…
>>431232
You turn to see a squad of the assault-beasts. One of them is ridden by a commissar.
"Onwards you dogs! Your gods will not forgive you for a failure!"
He then cackles loudly as the beast under him fires the welded-on machine guns.
#paused
I'll continue once I'm done drawing.
You hit a dozen or so cultists coming down, scattering them about.
>>431240
You keep mowing them down, seeing their ranks thin. You can see four of the dog-creatures in the distance…
>>431232
You turn to see a squad of the assault-beasts. One of them is ridden by a commissar.
"Onwards you dogs! Your gods will not forgive you for a failure!"
He then cackles loudly as the beast under him fires the welded-on machine guns.
#paused
I'll continue once I'm done drawing.
The attack dogs stomp the ground, pieces of rock and shrapnel whizzing past you, as you prepare for the combat ahead. The commissar atop the largest hound sneers at you as he fires off random shots from his bolter. The guards are only too happy huddling behind their barricades in the trenches as the walls of flesh and steel charge at you. They fire off a barrage of shots as they come:
'10d10'
Roll #1 6, 8, 10, 1, 3, 5, 4, 8, 7, 7 = 59
'10d10'
Roll #1 6, 8, 10, 1, 3, 5, 4, 8, 7, 7 = 59
>>450199
>>450200
You rush at the beasts with only Arkadia providing fire support, but the commissar manages to surprise you by throwing a frag grenade. It doesn't do much damage to your armour, but does allow the beasts to gain the upper hand in close combat.
They slam at you with their fists while snarling and growling loudly. The cultists seem to be keeping a distance from your battle.
Aufidia 4/6 hits
Infrenis 4/6 hits
>>450200
You rush at the beasts with only Arkadia providing fire support, but the commissar manages to surprise you by throwing a frag grenade. It doesn't do much damage to your armour, but does allow the beasts to gain the upper hand in close combat.
They slam at you with their fists while snarling and growling loudly. The cultists seem to be keeping a distance from your battle.
Aufidia 4/6 hits
Infrenis 4/6 hits
>>450204
You don't need to activate Lightning Claws.
Everyone should give another read to the splat now.
http://pastebin.com/qVEzRnf8
You get up and dodge a blow from one of the dogs.
>>450209
The combat restarted from this session
You buck your rear legs, caving one dog's jaw in.
It recoils but doesn't go down, instead firing off bullets at random.
You don't need to activate Lightning Claws.
Everyone should give another read to the splat now.
http://pastebin.com/qVEzRnf8
You get up and dodge a blow from one of the dogs.
>>450209
The combat restarted from this session
You buck your rear legs, caving one dog's jaw in.
It recoils but doesn't go down, instead firing off bullets at random.