Pre-Emptive Retaliation: Firestorm Class Frigate (Free)
Choir of Righteous Fury------ (Free)
Celestian Arlissa Val’Rayan: Find out later.
Orders Hospitaler Initiate Lina: Find out later.
Orders Dialogous Initiate Fia: Find out later.
Orders Famulous Initiate Cierra: And find out later.
Other Stuff--------------
Vivisection Gage (-200cp): An elbow-length gauntlet with various instruments for surgery, dissection, or... of course... vivisection. Includes laser cutters, bio-solvents, auto-injectors, shears, and flensing instruments. Oh, it is even made from adamantine and ceremite... Can be worn in combat because of that.
The Pleician Tome (-500cp): A book from the Dark Age of Technology about various forms of technology and the like. Wonderful!... Too bad I can't read it. Hope I find someone that can.
Banestrike Rounds (-200cp): An STC that makes bolts that were made to penetrate Space Marine power armor. Wonderful.
Hellfire Rounds (-200cp): An STC that makes bolts with thousands of tiny needles and a well of a powerful acid... Whoever invented these was a sadist.
Inferno Rounds (-200cp): An STC that makes bolts that have their core replaced with Promethium... In other words super napalm.
Metalstorm Rounds (-200cp): An STC that makes bolts that have a greater explosive charge, a fragmentation casing, and a proximity detonator. Rapid fire grenades... Amazing.
Black Death (-300cp): An unadorned, completely black chainsword with both sides of the chain uncovered. As a note, it is special and I sadly can't say anything about it's story, but it is a power chainsword. Good luck stopping it from cutting into anything.
Complications--------
Skirmish with the Hollow Men (+400cp)
Decay, The Second World (+600cp)
Kheradruakh, The Decapitator (+0cp and required): NO! Not him. No, no, no, no... Not without my powers. He's a named, special NPC in the actual lore. His name actually translates to "He who hunts heads and cuts them off". His own kind fear him and they don't even fear Daemon Princes!
Void Kraken (+500cp)
Final CP: 950cp
If I wasn’t fighting,
this would be awesome!
The auspex,
if I may be so proper as to call the radio what everyone else did, was turned
off when it was handed to me, but as soon as I turned it on a rather
discomforting string of static and popping noises, the signal obviously quite
weak as it direct from the tower we had built a few weeks back to the auspex,
itself.
After a few
moments, it led into a few hours of what seemed to be the exact same message.
Distress signals, cheerful sounds of someone apparently catching sight of a
rescue vessel… And then the sickening, grotesque sounds of someone’s flesh
being torn into, their screams filling my ear as my face went a little white.
The Kin of Iron that brought me the radio looking at me with a sudden amount of
worry, Carwyn only stopping to check on me once she realized that my usual
comments ceased.
He/She stepped
over and actually asked if I was alright and I simply gave a small shake of my
head. “I have seen and done a lot… but, the sounds… They’re something a little
different.” I stated as the messages eventually turned into a simple garble as
the signal started to give out. However, there was only one good thing… From
the repeated messages, I doubted that it was anything new.
Just before
I pulled the auspex away from my ear, it blurted out a few coordinates and went
silent. With a shaky breath, I handed the device back over to the Kin and asked
a simple question. “Is the ships working? Not the Light of Terra… The
transports we found floating nearby and that little escort ship… Are they
working?” He gave a little nod and Carwyn took it upon themselves to ask what
the Kin was probably thinking. ‘Why are you asking?’
I glanced
over her way and gave a quick huff through my noses and recomposed myself with
a grin. “I am going to do something stupid and see what the heck is out at
those coordinates.” That was met with a small bit of shock from the Eldar, who
looked quite worried for some reason, but they did not stop me. Within the week
I was on my way out as the captain of my own ship that we had named the “Pre-emptive
Retaliation”.
As I
traveled, I was occasionally greeted with a few more messages from the auspex.
Occasionally they were good, occasionally bad… but, it was always the same
exact people for some reason. It was as if they were lost in time and space in
a way, going through different events in different ways. With a sharp huff, I
closed my little dataslate and set it off to the side. Nothing but the expanse
of the void in front of me, a few people moving around to keep everything in
working order.
That was
until the ship began to shake, the starless void in front of us seeming to fold
in on itself before tearing apart, the lights and speakers of the ship going
wild before everything suddenly went still. It took a moment for me to pick
myself up off the floor that I had somehow ended up on as reality had gone
through a seizure, but what I was greeted with was quite… Interesting and both
the greatest and most horrifying thing I had ever seen in my life.
Looking out
toward what could only be called a gravitational vortex, a dying or even dead
star seemingly trapped in a constant state of singularity where it was just on
the verge of collapse or simply beginning. Rings of metal floated around the
rotting star, ships of all sizes and makes stretching around it in countless
droves. They were limitless… Millions upon millions of rusted metal and crafts
from millennia past that circled a black star.
It was
poetic, but… hopefully the wormhole or portal stayed stable. It should, but for
now my curiosity was going to get the better of me. I ordered the ships to
venture forward, slowly weaving through the rusted wrecks that collided with
one another endlessly, turning what used to be works of art to mere dust over
time as we closed in on the coordinates.
As we got
closer to the coordinates, it did occur to me that I may be able to find
something of importance here… Special items that no one could ever find again.
My thoughts were pushed off to the side as I caught sight of a light in the
darkness, a red ship that held the markings of the Adeptus Sororitas. I didn’t
know which order as I was unable to remember the markings of specific orders,
but I could still remember who they were. “Never call them Bolter Bitches…”
I said that
exact phrase aloud and motioned for everyone to close in on the ship. As we got
closer, one of the workers pointed out that there seemed to be humanoid figures
moving across the hull of the ship. They wore roughly armored voidsuits, wielding
what appeared to be something akin to hydraulic claws and fusion beamers to cut
into and dismantle the ship. “Hmm… Interesting… Wonder how long they have been-
SHIT!” I called out as they all turned as one, the black panels of their helmet
staring at my ship before they leaped toward us, flames erupting from their
backs to show that they had something akin to a jetpack.
Without any further thought, I
motioned for the four soldiers that were on the bridge to come with me and made
my way to the airlock. “Grab your weapons everyone, we got parasites to kill.”
We all quickly clambered into our own voidsuits. I picked up my plasma rifle
and slammed my hand on the switch to activate the airlock. Rather
unceremoniously, but we had no time for such things. “You know… If I wasn’t
half sure I was going to die out there, I would have to say that floating in
zero gravity is probably going to be quite fun… Fighting, not so much.” Just as
I finished speaking to the soldiers, we started to float and the airlock opened
up. “Alright, everyone! Watch every direction you can think of, if you don’t
want to die! Keep your back against the ship!”
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