The Imperial Colossus: A Warhammer Rogue Trader RP - Games

The Princeps fired at the woman who just transformed into something horrifying with his pistol. Ranged: 7 x [highlight]10[/highlight] Converted Woman, Torso Converted Woman HP: 100 - 70 = 30 As two more show up by ambush Eur'i turned and fired at the monster's wielding the bolters chest but it simply dodged from the torso. Barely. 9 x [b]4[/b] Converted 2, Torso = Miss! Rowbutt while Eur'i was handling the bolter enemy he turned to the converted with melee augmetics. He swung his warhammer and Melee: 7 x 2 = 14, Converted 1, Torso Converted 1 HP: 100 – 14 = 86 Knocked the enemy right off his hind legs, putting it against the walls. However the converted got back up walking forward. While Thrall went forward and fired at it in response. Range: 7 x [b]2[/b], Converted 1, Torso = Miss! But the converted was too fast and went around near the shadow trying to come up and take a swing. But the Eldar was fast enough to detect this and shot with her pistol. Ranged: 8 x 8 = 64 Converted 1 Arms: 20 – 64 = [b]Destroyed![/b] HP: 100 – 64 = 36 Each well aimed shot towards each arm splattered both arms and resulted in the creature being completely unarmed. His melee skills were halved as a result. Ranged: 4 x 8, Converted Woman, Torso HP: 30 – 32 = -2 Snugbuz placed a shot against the chest, knocking her back completely. In a moment she never got up again. With one down there was two more to go. Khrak focused on attacking the most wounded and charged to the enemy. Melee: 8 x [highlight]10[/highlight] = 80 Converted 1 36 – 80 = -44 Khrak used the spike of his rifle and beat down the converted til it was no longer standing, lights going off. Felix trained on the only one standing and fired with his shotgun two blasts. 7 x 5 = 35 Converted 2 100 – 35 = 65 Only one blast grazed the thing but it proved a nasty shot at least he shouted for Katherina to do the same and she did. 10 x 8 = 80 65 – 80 = -15 Katherina finished the job by shooting at the torso, blasting the creature's body into pieces as they all laid dead. Yaroslav immediately paced, calling upon the Rogue Trader. “This is Arch Militant Yaroslav we've been attacked by creatures of unknown origins I request backup.” The Rogue Trader raised an eyebrow and called in on several groups. “This is Amea, what's going on down there.” She demanded, “This is Arch Militant Haros, I've lost Fury Group. Can't find them right now. Still searching.” “Ma'am I can't find Dantae Group. We've just encountered them a while ago.” A voice from her cogitators came through. The Rogue Trader shook her head, “Pull back, the rear will move forward.”

Felix remained still after the last creature had fallen, his eyes and ears searching for more foes waiting to attack. After a few tense moments, he quickly reached into his ammunition pouch and removed two shotgun shells and loaded them back into his gun. He pumped it and it made a loud [i]chh-chak[/i] sound. "Anyone injured?" He called out, still crouched in cover, waiting for another attack that hopefully would not come.

Thaddius bends his arm and points his Arc Pistol skyward now that the area seems to be clear, shuffling forward as he gets close to one of the newly created corpses. Cold and unfeeling sensors scan the technology embedded within them. If he had a stomach that could become sickened, he probably would at this point. "Hereteks. Here? This does not make any sense. This vessel should not have the technology capable of creating such monstrosities..." he states in gothic before switching to binary. "Magos, the artifact may very well be compromised. Just as this ship is. All of it needs to be purged."

"Hereteks? What do you mean?" Yaroslav stared at the bodies, confused.

"Those who deviate from the teachings of the Machine Cult. Enemies to the Omnissiah who bastardize his blessed machines to create abominations such as these." he replies, pointing his pistol at one of the corpses in question.

Thall let out a long sign of relief after the brief encounter with these...monsters. Thall then quickly made sure to bless his weapons with a simple chant towards the machine god for salvation in the face of terror. Thanking both the Gamma pistol and ballistic mechadendrite for their invaluable service in the battle. [QUOTE]"Those who deviate from the teachings of the Machine Cult. Enemies to the Omnissiah who bastardize his blessed machines to create abominations such as these."[/QUOTE] "Quite right, Thaddius." He said in gothic towards the Thaddius answer had given towards Yaroslav. "Though, I dread that these we're just merely the first of the horrors that we will come to face..." Thall added as the Magos begin to cautiously walk closer to the one mauled corpses, the optical mechadendrite peaked out from the Magos's back to closely examine the shattered remains. Inspecting thoroughly at safe distance for any known traces of Xeno or Chaos technology.

Eur'i cursed himself for letting his guard down. Something he planned on not doing again. He sighed, taking out the spent cartridge and shoving a new one into his rifle, giving it a helping whack to get it in. "Whatever those-- [I]things,[/I] are, I doubt those were the only ones. Nor that any of the others will be more willing to converse with us." He shouldered his rifle once more, looking down the corridor to see if there's any additional threats approaching due to the commotion. "It may be wise to kill whatever else comes our way. I feel as if anything living that could tell us what's going on is [I]long[/I] gone by now..." He subtly motioned his head to the corpses not too far back.

[b](Flesh and Metal)[/b] The Magos checked the remains of the bodies at a rate where no one but the Admech could look on a deeper level but from the things there was no exact trace of Xeno or Chaos influence. Judging by the wiring and craft this looked to be a work of an individual rather than a group noticing a pattern in design and marks. "Right. The Rogue Trader has requested us to move forward. I'll keep in contact with her if things go south." He raised his lasgun, gesturing for Snugbuz to move forward.

Snugbuz continues his heading making sure to stwp heavily on the remains of the woman.

Thall investigated the gored subject for several moments before the corpse was finally and utterly destroyed by that of Snugbuz's mightily boot. "Well...that ends any chance of prying anything else that could be collected from...that." Thall muttered quietly in binary with a somewhat stressed tone. However, the Magos was surprised to find that the Orks were behaving much better than the last time he had to work those brutish xenos when it came to following orders and one part of him did light up when the heretical abomination body was turned to a rather gruesome red and black mush after the Ork's intense stomping. Nevertheless, Thall quickly gathered himself and looked back towards the Yaroslav along with the rest of the team. "From my...hasted investigation, it would appear that these creatures lack that of Chaos or Xeno tempering. They also seem to have been crafted by that of a singular individual. Leaving us with the quest of finding this lone Heretek and well...I think the Orks known the proper vocabulary on how to deal with this...problem." Thall stated clearly to the rest of the team in gothic.

"We destroy these abominations with extreme prejudice, and their creator once we find them." said Kelrys, glancing to the friendly Admech as she looked down at one of the corpses of a hostile one. She pondered how many of these things there were on the vessel now, considering that thousands live on these kinds of ships and some weren't converted judging from those Imperial Guard corpses that they had passed. She continued on after a moment, following after Snugbuz with her pistol at the ready.

Eyeing the dead enemies with disgust Katherina shook her head. "These pitiful creatures have strayed far from the Emperor's light. May their souls burn eternally." She then whispered a prayer, hoping that the party would not suffer the same fate. Xenos included.

Felix gave a hasty blessing for the corpses under the assumption that, were they unwilling subjects to this heresy, their souls would be blessed and could easily reach the Emperor's side. Were they willing... may their souls be damned for eternal punishment. He made the sign of the aquila and moved with the group, turning his spotlight on dark and hidden places to ensure there were no lurking foes.

The groups have eventually found a massive elevator that can lead them to the Boiler Room. Yaroslav contacted Mikaela with the information and brought them to the next deck. The elevator moved at an incredibly slow pace to the point it felt like it was taking months for an update to come out. The movement came to an abrupt halt, a wide bulkhead retract to reveal a scene. The entire room looked disrupted and battered, pipes have fallen and bodies scattered across. Yaroslav squinted, walking to the right side to see chains around a skeleton's ankle. A weapon laid to its side. "What happened here?" He muttered underneath his breath, keeping pace with the others while he tried to figure out the puzzle. He saw dried blood and bodies overlapping, as if a firefight occurred here. The equipment for the boilers were decrepit and torn to shreds, beyond fixing. "Amea, more bodies in the boiler room. Some of these were carrying weapons on them." "A fight? Keep searching, I must contact the others." Yaroslav nodded, far from there he could swear on the Emperor he saw a dead Imperial Guard soldier.

As the group entered the boiler room, the Tau looked up, down, and all around, careful not to lower his gun for fear of getting caught off-guard. Again. He squatted down to look at the chained skeleton, giving its skull a poke with the shooty end of his rifle before setting the butt of it down on the floor, determining it was at least safe enough, for the moment. Bodies strewn and weapons laid around... but why... chained up [I]with[/I] a weapon near--... "...Were our previous... assailants, not... [I]fused[/I] with their weaponry, in some manner...?" He asked with uncertainty, as he turned his head up towards the group only getting a brief glance at them before they moved on through the corridor.

"Looks like we were late to the fight a damn shame!" Snugbuz says while toeing some remains around.

Yaroslav's groups moved on after seeing dozens of skeletons laying across the Boiler Room. He couldn't make up a final conclusion. But they had to check for more clues throughout the rear section. Once they went to the front of the Storage they saw floating Servoskulls, he raised his lasgun in response but they found something worse... The Serrated and Glory watched several bodies of Humans move in an assembly line, too skinny and frail to move by their own two feet. At the end of the lines was where they were encased in a machine for an unfortunate fate. In the entire center was a lone figure adorning red and gold robes of the Admech. Two creatures transformed into servants brought in new bodies. The lone figure turned to the sound, heading to the mobile tables. "Intruders of the Imperium. You have use for us." It spoke in Gothic, bringing them to the workshop. It's mechadendrites made a surgical cut vertically to the torso, receiving aid by its allies. The figure turned from the sounds at the entrance.

Having followed the group up and keeping a steady... but increasingly nervous watch over the surroundings, Eur'i simply couldn't comprehend this-- this [I]vile[/I] contraption. Was this some sort of sick, perverse factory to manufacture more of those things? Either way, the Tau silently raised up his rifle, taking aim at the robed figure, hairpinning the trigger once more as to let off another blast at the word go. [B]---MEANWHILE---[/B] The Commissar took an intake of the recycled air, sighing deeply as he brought his mask up to his face, donning the leather-like substance over his head and giving it a light knock-- so much so as to activate it, but not upset any of the latent machine spirits that may lay within his respirator. Another breath of further-recycled air, and Koelbe was just about ready to go. He was, however, a prudent man, and looked to his equipment first, to make sure everything was in order. Let's see... sash, check... laurels... check. All that seemed to be left was to put on the greatcoat, and once again, he would be ready for war. He fit his arms into the jet black sleeves, shuffling around a bit until the gold, frayed pauldrons rested neatly on his shoulders. Meinrad reached his hand down, a faint rasping from the scabbard at his hip. A standard-issue officer's power sword. Not the classiest of items, by quite a long shot, but it was certainly reliable, and deadly. The only two things a man of Krieg would truly be concerned about. After a brief moment of inspection he slid it back into the scabbard, moving his hand over now to grasp at the grip of his bolt pistol. Unwieldy as they may be, the bolt weapons do make for very effective ones, able to strike down many a heretic, xeno, and unruly guardsman with ease. Sliding [I]that[/I] back into its holster, the Commissar was just about ready to turn to leave the room. "Sir." Ah, just on time, then. Koelbe turned to see a guardsman-- likely a fresher face amongst the regiment, standing, quite obviously with a nervousness in his eyes, in the doorway, to attention and with his hands clasped together behind his back. Cadian, from the looks of the equipment. It [I]was[/I] always strange how prominent they were, Koelbe thought..."Yes, guardsman?" Came the reply, flat, cold, and almost robotic from under the gasmask. "Command says you'll be ready fer'uh, transport in... twenn'y minutes." A short nod was offered by Meinrad in response. "Very well. Tell them I shall be down to the hangar momentarily." Just before the Cadian could leave, however, another short phrase was directed to him, "And, guardsman?" "...Y-yes, sir?" The Cadian replied uncertainly, gulping quietly as he turned himself around. "Smarten up. A mind filled with doubt is one easily filled with deceit." With a short nod in affirmation, Koelbe was once more left to his own devices, gathering what little else he needed before heading down to get transported for his next assignment.

Felix eyed the scene with simmering rage. What was this heresy? These monsters inflicted so much pain on these beaten and broken Imperial servants.... He raised his shotgun immediately, training it on the robed figure before searching for more targets. His finger practically quivered on the trigger, ready to fire at the order. These degenerates had to be put down. The horror must come to an end. ------------ [thumb]https://i.imgur.com/3qayPtY.png[/thumb] [b]Name:[/b] Sophia Avalon [b]Race: [/b] Human [b]Age: [/b] 25 [b]Motivation:[/b] To provide medical and spiritual healing for the Emperor’s faithful, even Xenos. [b]Career:[/b] Adepta Sororitas Orders Hospitaller, Order of the Torch [b]Origins:[/b] Pavar V, Agri World [b]Biography:[/b] Sophia was born on the beautiful Agri World of Pavar V, where golden wheat fields stretched as far as the eye could see, surrounding vast pine forests. She grew up in a logging town in one of these forests, where her father worked as a lumber jack. Her mother raised her and her siblings at home, and she dutifully went to the chapel school every weekend. Life was pleasant, safe, and fun. When she was twelve, a Chaos warfleet comprised mostly of renegades entered the system and tore their way through the several sparsely populated planets. When they reached Pavar V, they only had scatted PDF and a few native Imperial Guard regiments to put up a fight. The first year of the invasion was quiet. The fighting was on the other side of the planet and everyone remained optimistic that the faithful would prevail. After all, that was what the priests spoke every day. Then the fire came. Her clearest childhood memory was when she was just thirteen and the horizon was a scorching wall of flame and billowing black smoke. The heretics had set massive fires which simply burned across the surface of the world for miles. With danger this close, the men of her town joined up with the local PDF and set off to defend their home with several small Imperial Guard detachments. Every man from her town died the first day of battle, including her father. Sophia fled with her family among a horde of refugees through the Pavar wilderness. As the chaos forces caught up with them, they were subjected to aerial attacks every day. Hundreds perished as they were slaughtered like cattle. Eventually mechanized traitor guard units caught up with the refugees completely and overran them. Yet, by the grace of the Emperor, the celebrated Pavarian 3rd Armor Regiment charged over the horizon and engaged the heretics. Unfortunately, the refugees were caught in the middle of this battle and nearly all of them died in the open fields. Sophia lost the rest of her family, and hid amongst battered wagons until the Guard were victorious. A kindly tank commander adopted her on the route back to the capital city where the collected Imperial forces were going to put up a dedicated final stand in the hopes that reinforcements were close. Sophia, an orphan now, joined many other girls as nurses and maids for the beleaguered defenders. Every able-bodied man and woman who could shoot manned the trenches and outer city limits as they were surrounded. For the next three years Sophia lived among ruined buildings and burned out trench lines performing medical assistance to the scores of wounded and dying. When all seemed bleakest, help finally arrived. Several Imperial Guard regiments poured from the sky, supported by Adepta Sororitas. In less than a year they swept back the heretics. With such a large number of orphans, many already with combat or medical experience, most were whisked off to the Schola Progenium. Sophia was taken in amongst the Orders Hospitaller and honed her skills and knowledge there until eventually she found herself back out in the wide Imperium, taking care of those wounded in war and disaster. Her cynic and cold attitude as a child growing up in a war was fast replaced with the desire to save lives and comfort those in pain so that they would never suffer like she had, even if they were Xenos. Life had a precious meaning to it that should be valued. But for those that turned to Chaos, their lives were an insult to the Imperium. Sophia would gladly torture the life out of any heretic she came across, and had done so before.

Kelrys kept her cool, swapping to her long rifle and shouldering it. An assembly line for abominations, run by an Admech gone apparently mad. Not the strangest thing she had witnessed, considering the Ork standing with them that thought he was a Space Marine. - - - - - - - - - - - - "The Colossus. A mass of Rogue Traders, loyal to the Imperium, setting out into the unknown to claim territory and vast fortunes in the name of the God-Emperor. Commendable. Comes with its share of dangers and treachery, of course. Militant xenos, heretics amongst their ranks...daemons of the Warp and their servants..." muttered a man clothed in a black longcoat, glancing towards a Servo-skull that was floating silently towards him. Another man, also clothed in a similarly sinister manner, tilted his head. "Ah...so that's where you'll be off to next?" he said, looking to the first. "Indeed. The hunt for Chaos never ends. Even on the fringes of Imperial space." "Well then, I wish you good luck, Boren. The Emperor knows you'll need it should the daemons come knocking." "You forget, Bannon. The Ordo Malleus is the one who knocks." said Boren, cutting a look towards his fellow Inquisitor before returning his attention to the Servo-skull that had arrived. "Is everything in order?" he asked, as the servo-skull floated before him. "Yes. Your belongings have been prepared and stored for travel." replied the skull. "Good. Let's go, then." said the Inquisitor simply.

The Techpriest turned to see several people, guns aimed well at him. "Identify yourselves. You are in an forbidden area of this hospital! There are more of you within the Sherylwood is there? Of course there is." The techpriest's eyes twisted, servoskulls floated towards the groups.

"In the name of the Emperor, cease your hostility at once!" Yelled Katherina as she readied her boltgun.

Thall quickly stormed to the front of the group after only taking a short glimpse at the perversion and corruption of the holy machine at the hands of this...creature. The mechanical iris around the optical eyes of his mask begin to tighten to the point where only two bright blue dots could be seen on Thall's face. The Magos once calm and calculated body motions turn to violent and sudden shakes. Thall's cold, distant mind was soon strip of all thoughts of clarity. Now filled with a burning, growing hatred at this...one of machine god's own, turning to a barbaric and horrific path of damnation. Twisting the Omnissiah's gifts into whatever mechanical hell that is witnessed before him, all at the hands of one of the trusted sons within Adeptus Mechanicus. [QUOTE]"Identify yourselves. You are in an forbidden area of this hospital! There are more of you within the Sherylwood is there? Of course there is."[/QUOTE] "Thall Karkinos, Magos Data-Predator of the Adeptus Mechanicus!" Thall yelled at the figure as he stormed towards the front of the party, pointing his unaugmented finger furiously at him while holding his Omnisian Axe, assisted by two of his mechadendrites while bionic arm held the Gamma pistol directly at the head of this individual. "Now I demand that you tell me what in the Omnissiah's holy name has transpired here, before I lose the traces of my already diminishing temper or else [B]I'll pull the trigger of my blessed gun and blast your damned body into nothing but a blacken shadow on that defiled machine before you, you damn Heretek!!![/B]" Thall shouted furiously in both binary and gothic towards him. His words echoing throughout desolate halls of the vessel and could be heard from deepest depths of this forsaken ship.

"Adeptus Mechanicus." The Techpriest muttered, thinking for a moment. "The Sherylwood has suffered a slave revolt that has transpired the people down there to put this ship in danger. Soon enough, the Captain of this ship was murdered and this revolt led by a madman put the entire ship at hostage by destroying the engines. The firefights increased with the Imperial Guard Regiment putting down the leader. But, the damage was already done. The Captain Kaine O Myers himself has put me in charge of protecting this ship if things were to go south." It planted a hand over his robe. "Now we are the only remaining survivors of the Sherylwood." The Techpriest tilted its head, walking forward. "If you are Adeptus Mechanicus. Are you here for the Titan?"

Khrak crouches down, taking aim at the robed figure in the room with his still-bloody rifle. He had seen some gruesome displays in the past, he had even made one to frighten some humans before, but this is different: A horror both surgical and technological in nature only the Imperium of Man could spawn. [I]"The Tau never had anything like [B]this.[/B]"[/I] he thinks to himself as he focuses in on his target.

Thall, still filled competent for this...man. Still, a part of Thall reasoned that maybe he was telling the truth and that he will gone quietly. Through, Thall had much doubt for this individual's story and sought to get to the bottom of this trail of terrors, ending it permanently. Nevertheless, Thall's emotional inhibitors kicked in and help Thall cool down his rising rage. Allowing the Magos to quickly choose his next actions carefully and without the burden of human error. [quote]"If you are Adeptus Mechanicus. Are you here for the Titan?"[/quote] "Yes, while the rest of individuals here do serve within the an rogue trader's routine, I and Thaddius are fateful members of the greater Cult Mechanicus. These...Volunteers are merely serving as additional protection for us in our most dangerous endeavors." Thall answered while tilting his head to his left side, pointing to the rest of the party. "The prime one being at the moment is the mission to secure the Omnissiah's might made manifest, the Titan." Thall added, waving his Gamma pistol over the renegade tech-priest. "Now, I give you this. My final and only offer for you to aid us in the recovery of this titan after destroying that...Abomination of a machine behind you and giving the Emperor's peace to all of these mangled serfs immediately." Thall said sternly to the tech-priest.

Slave revolt? Titan? Katherina turned towards Yaroslav. "Arch Militant, inform the captain." She then lowered her weapon and stepped forward. "Servant of Omnissiah and Custodian of the Sherylwood, I am Sister Sepherine of the Order of the Eternal Gate. The party you see before you is but one of many sent to secure this vessel on behalf of the Adeptus Mechanicus. If you are familiar with my order you would also know that they specialize in retrieving artifacts for the Omnissiah's finest." Katherina took another step forward. "Please, lower your weapons and we shall do the same." With that said the Sister nodded towards Thall.

[QUOTE]"Please, lower your weapons and we shall do the same." With that said the Sister nodded towards Thall.[/QUOTE] Thall glanced his head at Katherina for a spit moment, making brief eye contact as she nodded towards the Magos. Thall let out a sight mechanical growl before turning his cybernetic eyes back to the tech-priest. The Magos then begin to lower his Gamma pistol off tech-priest. Through, Thall's ballistic mechadendrite had begun slowly and quietly crawled up along the Magos back, making sure to hide itself from the tech-priest's sight. The ballistic mechadendrite was soon ready to spring out from behind Thall's back and if need be, fire on a moment notice on Thall's command as the Magos had finished lowering both his Pistol and Axe.

Yaroslav nodded, calling through with the Rogue Trader. The Renegade Techpriest, turned to the machine and stared at his patients. "These survivors are all that are left of the Sherylwood. I removed their pain and gave them new augmetics from this suffering. What good reason is there to, murder them?" He stood, "It's been a long time since Imperial contact. Now that help is here, we can surely leave, right?"

Thall was starting to believe that this tech-priest was quite disturbed, beyond shaken. Much of the Magos's hatred soon begin to turn to that of pity towards this lost soul of the Machine Cult. [QUOTE]"It's been a long time since Imperial contact. Now that help is here, we can surely leave, right?"[/QUOTE] "I'm sorry but this will be a very complicated matter to short out...Also, you never gave us your name. So could you please, son of the machine, lend us you're name? " Thall asked calmly, his tone taking a much more humble disposition towards him.