Twelfth Jump (Deus Ex: HR) Part 1

Deus Ex: Human Revolution

CP: 1400cp

Background: Drop-In (Free)

Location/Age: Detroit/27

Perks:

I’ll Never Stop Looking (100cp): Nothing can dissuade me from my goal... but, I may be a mad man. 

SWAT Training (100cp): Urban warfare and combat training, along with a few improvements to movement and using firearms.

Give Me Deus Ex (400cp): Check Augmentations. (<-- Hyperlink.)

A Next Step (200cpD): No chance of cybernetic rejection and I can adapt to and get more out of any augmentations I acquire from this point forward. 

Ghost (300cpD): Effectively untouchable in the information and bureaucratic labyrinth of any setting that makes use of such things. Primarily cyberpunk settings, such as Deus Ex and Shadowrun.

Augmentations (+100cp Free): 

Everything that Jensen has. Just needs to be unlocked through action or time. If I do not do anything, they shall all be unlocked within nine years. (Give Me Deus Ex)

Integrated Weapon Systems: Compact Storm Bolter with Fire Selector (100cp): Placed in the right arm, it is essentially two normal bolters that have been reduced in size by removing unnecessary structures and then linked to fire together at the same target. The fire selector is a mechanism that will allow me to switch between different forms of ammunition from three different, if much smaller, magazines. Up to three magazines can be hooked up to supplement the internal ammo supply.

Integrated Weapon Systems: Compact Semi-Automatic “Stake Thrower” (100cp): Essentially a large, semi-automatic crossbow that is placed within the left arm. The base ammunition is the same as from the HawkEye Xbow XH-II, but are notably heavier and thicker, hence the title of "Stake Thrower".

Equipment: 

Body Armor (Free): Basic vest from this setting. Same as Jensen's.

Sunglasses (Free): Same as these (<--Hyperlinked.), but are silver instead of black. They can be retracted into the frame and are actually a flexible, memory-metal mesh... As such they can block bullets and protect the eyes from shrapnel. Transparent from the inside view so that it is as if I wasn't even wearing them.

Weapon: Zenith (Free): Picture link. A semi-automatic, 10mm pistol. Fully ambidextrous and ergonomic. Extremely modular.

Apartment (Free): Finally! An apartment that comes with me... Three rooms, kitchenette, fairly high quality.

Kubrick (50cp): Jensen's dog. Enough said.

Royal Hellhound Cigarettes (50cp): A self-replenishing pack of high quality cigarettes with a nice cinnamon flavor and scent. Oddly warns me to pay attention to no smoking signs. Oh! And it actually gives me a minor boost to energy and recharge rate of said energy. Any energy at that!

Grand Cherry Grog (100cp): A self-replenishing bottle of grog that actually heals me as I drink it. I can drink and be healthy! Does not cure disease.

Drawbacks: The New Black and Gold (+100cp): The constant color scheme of Deus Ex.

Uncontrolled (+100cp): So many broken dishes... Humanity First! (+200cp): Extremists who now apparently follow me around on occasion simply because I have cybernetics. How the heck did they find out where I live!?

Well… This is a Terrible Color Scheme

            I let out a long sigh as I found myself sitting in what appeared to be a rather basic apartment, a glass of some form of amber-colored liquor in one hand with a bottle set down in front of me. “Hmm… Wasn’t I in Hell a moment ago?” I asked myself before finally glancing the area. Fia and Cierra were apparently in the kitchenette working on a meal with a confused look on their face, Lina suddenly popped out of the bathroom, dripping wet… Thankfully she had a towel on… and Celestian stepped through the front door with a few groceries in hand. “Mr. Pezrin. It is good to see you again. I imagine that we are somewhere new. Your cybernetic augmentations appear quite sleek compared to before. Would you be so inclined as to explain why?”

            Once she had managed to mention my appearance, I looked down to my arm glancing over its sleek, black and dark gold appearance. “Hmm… I know exactly where we are. Good news is it is a futuristic universe… bad news is the fact that the Illuminati are trying cause war and a man’s life was just changed.” A bark echoed through the apartment as a large dog came running up to me with a collar around his neck. The tag read ‘Kubrick’. “And I have a delivery to make.”

            I reached over to gently rub the top of the dog’s head for a moment. “Someone is going to love seeing you again, Kubrick.” The dog let out another dog and, before I knew it, Lina had already grabbed the dog and went off to play fetch with him. “Lina always did like unaltered canines. Sad that back home almost all canines had been augmented mentally and physically to be proper killing machines.” I glanced over to Celestian as she spoke, the tall woman walking over to take a seat on the couch after having set the groceries down next to the door, which Fia moved to pick up and put away with Cierra’s help.

            Now that I could actual turn off my abilities, most of them were disabled or simply reduced to a large extent. No need to be moving faster than everyone can follow or tanking, well… a tank. “Hmm… Wonder what I actually have…” I muttered, taking a moment to raise up one of my arms and take a look at it. With a thought a pair of sunglasses slipped in over my eyes. “Ah… I have these. Well, they protect the eyes.” A golden hud came up, obscuring my vision, but allowing me to mentally go through everything that was present.

            I took a month or so to catalog everything, taking notes where I could while I waited for Jensen to wake up from his traumatic experience. When the day came, I went to his apartment with Kubrick being led along on a leash. His apartment was oddly close to mine and, after having had to sneak around the ‘Humanity First!’ protesters that were staked outside. I took a moment to slip a small letter a small letter into Kubrick’s collar before knocking on the door… Which, I accidentally created a cracked, two-inch deep dent in the door when I did… but, I quickly tied Kubrick off to the nearby fire extinguisher rack and slipped away with the aid of the cloaking system that was installed on my body.

            However, I stayed out of the majority of the trouble that occurred around the city, merely keeping tabs on Jensen to make sure he wasn’t going too far or killing too many through a mix of news and simply following him around during his missions and tasks. The plot of this world was simple, it was primarily my own personal life that was a little rough in some regards…

Eleventh Jump (DOOM 2016)

DOOM 2016

CP: 2000cp. Used 1950cp.

Location: The Slab

Origin: Drop-In

Perks: 

Combat Training (Free): I now know how to use every single UAC weapon... Simple.

Pathfinder (Free): I am now better at finding hidden locations and items, heh. 

Prophecy of the Seraphim (300cp): A prophecy? Hmm... Says here that both Hell and the UAC knows what I am and that I can tear them apart. That and it says that a few things have been upgraded.

If You Want a Job Done Right… (300cpD): I shall just read off exactly what it says. "You are the end. Those you raise your weapon to will fall, as you fall into a kind of flow, moving across the battlefield as more of a force of nature than a soldier. There will be those who stand a chance. Those who pose a challenge. Your might is not absolute. But in the face of the weak, the many? Before your might, your rage, they will fall. They will all fall. Rip and Tear." Well... Interesting.

Praetorian (300cpD): Clearly not human in strength and durability... Oh, I get a Preator Suit that only listens to me? Wonderful!

Iron Mind (200cp): No one will influence my mind without me knowing and, while it can be broken with tremendous effort, I will know immediately no matter what they do to hide themselves. Good.

Equipment: Pistol (Free): 

It's an Argent Gel, standard issue pistol. Eh.

Crate of Guns (50cpD): Combat Shotgun, Heavy Assault Rifle, Plasma Rifle (Not as good as mine.), and a Gauss Cannon with ammo... Neat.

BFG (600cp): Big... Fucking... Gun. 

Research Tools (200cp): Eh, Fia might like a souvenir. 

Preator Armor (Prophecy): The armor of the Doom Guy himself. May it serve me well.

Draw Backs: 

Too Late (+200cp): Can't stop the start of the plot, but I can stop everything during it.

Huge Guts (+800cp): None of my usual perks and equipment. As if I need it here.

((Out of Character Note: This will be different from the usual posts. They will be laid out through other jumps as flashbacks and stories to be told through actual gameplay. In short... I will be posting links to videos that I personally recorded as the jump posts for DOOM 2016. Keep an eye out for them!))

Tenth Jump (Young Justice)

Young Justice

Tadek------

Origin: Drop-In

Location: Star City

Race/Age: Human/13

Skills: Souvenir (Free), Removed from Context (300cpD)

Super Powers: Most Common Superpower (Free), Required Secondary Powers (Free), Drain No (200cpD), Incomprehensible (300cpD), Toggle (100cp),

Items: 2 Cash with Batman’s Real Superpower (200cpD)

Companions (200cp): 400cp for the companions + a background

Drawbacks: Not Good at Planning (+200) and Jumpchan (+100)

Celestian------

Background: Superhuman (Free)

Race: Human/13

Skills: Souvenir (Free), Knows his Own Strength (Free), Threat Assessment (150cpD)

Powers (Gets 300cp Free): Most Common Superpower (Free), Required Secondary Powers (Free), Cellular Regeneration (300cpD), Toggle (50cpD),

Equipment: Vehicle (200cp)

Fia---------

Background: Vigilante (Free)

Race: Human/12

Skills: Souvenir (Free), Peak Condition (Free), Acrobat (50cpD), Practice Makes Perfect (100cpD), Gadgeteer (150cpD)

Powers: Toggle (100cp), Most Common Superpower (Free), Required Secondary Powers (Free),

Equipment (300cp Free): Bulletproof Cloak (Free), Utility Belt (Free), E.C.W.: Taser Knives and Flaming Chain Dart (Free/100cpD), Heavy Armor (50cpD), Camouflage Mode (50cpD), H.U.D. (100cpD)

Lina----------

Background: Vigilante (Free)

Race: Human/12

Skills: Souvenir (Free), Peak Condition (Free),

Powers: Toggle (100cp), Chlorokenisis (300cp), Most Common Superpower (Free), Required Secondary Powers (Free)

Equipment: Bulletproof Cloak (Free), Utility Belt (Free), E.C.W.: Taser Knuckles and tranq. dart gun (Free/100cpD), Heavy Armor (50cpD), Camouflage Mode (50cpD), H.U.D. (100cpD)

Cierra------------------

Background: Drop-In (Free)

Race: Human/12

Skills: Souvenir (Free), Smooth Talker (100cpD), Manipulative (50cpD), Notable Presence (150cpD)

Powers: Most Common Superpower (Free), Required Secondary Powers (Free), Toggle (100cp)

Finally a Break

            It was good to be back to my travels… At least that was until the Sisters of Battle and I appeared in a metropolis with a large amount of equipment and new abilities… Shit. The four of them quickly began to freak out… Except for Celestian, who ordered the other three to spread out and search the area around us. “No, no, no, no… Don’t worry everyone. Don’t react. You’re simply in…” I paused for a moment as they all looked toward me. I had mentioned in passing that they might go somewhere new, but I don’t think they believed me.

            “You are in a new universe. You have new abilities and equipment. You have lost all of your jurisdiction in this world, along with any true respect that your old title allowed… and this is nothing like your old universe. Now… Just give yourselves a moment for that all to settle in.” Of course… That didn’t go well. It took an hour of keeping them in a private area to get them to settle down before we went on to finding a place to live and settled in for the full ten years this time around. Just something simple and lazy this time around, as we were not being forced to help or alter the world.

Ninth Jump (Light of Terra Part 3: Part 12... The final!)

Anguish of the Murderhobos

(Actual title of the route.)

            It took a few days for everyone to be taken upon the ship, at least those who would be coming, after it was fixed. For those that would come with me at the end of this... If I was free to continue wandering… I brought with me on the ship. Carwyn, well… I left him/her behind. I wished for them to stay, telling them that I would return one day and, considering their lifespan (And the time stop, which I did not mention… If I happened to go through the same rules.), that would be fine in some regards. The conversation lasted an hour, but I eventually stepped onto the ship after giving them a hug and heading out toward the destination that the orb was leading us to.

            Stepping up to the captain, still bound to his chair for the remainder of his existence, I glanced out toward the star-filled abyss that we were currently going through. “Hmm… This has been an… eventful time… I have made friends, helped guide a planet… Well, I spent more time off of the planet, but still.” I glanced over toward the captain and offered him a bow of my head before turning and making my way toward the room that I had picked out for my office. “I united the tribes of this ship, with plenty of help… I saved the Sisters who are now my friends… I defeated one of the most dangerous people in this universe and now wear what could be their hide as my cloth…”

            My metallic fingers tightened up around the staff that I always carried with me, feeling over the twisted metal for the moment as I walked through the dark, iron hallways of the ship, busy with people that were working at all hours to keep the ship working at optimal capacity. The route given should be easy… At least that was at they told me. Because of that, I stepped into my office and took a seat in the chair that I had brought along with me, leaning back into it for a small bit of comfort.

            Just as I was setting my staff off to the side and my rifle onto the table, Cierra came in with what appeared to be a small cake; beautifully crafted with even a small bit of icing. Oh… My teeth already hurt… She had this terrible habit of giving me sugary foods every single day for dessert at every single meal and for some reason… for the occasional snack. “Good evening, Tadek! I hope you don’t mind, but I went ahead and made this for you, since we have a chance to relax.” She stated with a bright smile on her face, her hands folded in front of her as usual.

            “Thank you…” My breathing was uneasy, my eyes darting across the surface of the cake as if it was the most vile thing I had ever seen, the images of rotting teeth filling my mind. I never enjoyed sugary things… At least that were solid… but, I didn’t want her to be upset and I doubted that she would take me not eating her cooking well. Besides, it was impolite to not eat something that another made for you. Picking up the fork that was presented with cake, I slowly took a bite as Cierra stood over me… Smiling… Menacingly!

            While I ate, I simply listened to her chat away, only giving the occasional compliment about the cooking. It was good… I was simply sick of the sweets by this point. Eventually, however, just as I finished the cake, there was a warning over the coms that an odd object was spotted and had begun firing. Thankfully, our void shields seemed to be handling the tiny lasers that were coming our way. It was the sheer number that mattered.
            I ran toward the bridge with my staff in hand, Cierra following along close behind. Over my own personal vox, I relayed a few bits of information to the captain. “Activate the Holo-field and prime the distortion cannon! Activate the nova cannon and start testing their shields with the batteries!”

            I came up to the bridge just as the barrage of lasers were deflected by the shield, my mind practically rending as I glanced over the large, crystal ship that seemed to exude a sense of… self -perfection, but only in its own eyes. The air around it was tainted with warp energy, wrapped around it as a concise force that was held together by what seemed to be a single mind. Gold aligned every edge of the ship, cold and unforgiving in its greed and the ego that was required to so much as want such a thing for oneself. “Hmm.... At least our shields are holding up. They can’t penetrate... But, we can’t penetrate that shield. Charge the nova cannon. It disrupts the warp and destroys the warp, it should be able to penetrate.”
            As I spoke, the nova cannon being primed and the specific coordinates being implanted into the shell for when it needs to detonate, the shield around our enemy slowly shifting, focusing on a single point as what could only be considered the source of a single man’s nightmares started to form as reality started to fold in upon itself at the point of the shield. “… Fuck… Everyone! Prepare yourself!” I called out as I gripped my staff, the nova cannon not yet ready to be called upon. “Ready the distortion cannon! Fire the nova and follow up with the distortion cannon. I… I am going to do something stupid…”

            I actually felt fear… True fear… My soul was vulnerable, I had no idea what the blast would do except tear apart years of work… People’s lives torn asunder and their very souls fed to a god. All for nothing. All of it would be torn apart by someone who called themselves perfect. Even the lasers themselves were simply reflections from the crystal of the ship. He was piloting a symbol of his greed and his pride! The very essence of it cutting into the void ships every second. That was the only possibility considering the signs of Slaanesh that adorned its golden, glittering carapace.

            The air started to crackle around me, multi-colored waves and ribbons of energy flowing from my body as I stepped forward toward the large, glass window at the front of the bridge. I ignored the cries from behind me as my eyes burst into glowing orbs of light, electricity sparking out in every direction with the occasional blast of warp fire. I wasn’t going to let him do this… I had a fucking terrible idea. Every ego has one fatal flaw… And when there is even a small sense of doubt, it can all come falling down around someone.

            Gripping my staff with an iron grip, the warp energy actually starting to tear into my cybernetic limbs, forcing the metal to peel away to reveal rolling warp energy underneath. This was a terrible idea, but I was still going to do it. The blast shot out from the opposing ship in a hellish scream, reality tearing apart at the seams as it came toward us. My staff burst into flames, my very blood boiling, my very soul crying out in agony as if it was being clawed at by unseen hands.

            Using the power of the staff and my own mutant mind, I turned the very beam upon itself, the universe as a whole screaming out as the power was blocked and then redirected. As it collided with its source, the ship started to take on a hellish appearance, mental shrieks coming out from a single voice. “Sh-Sh…-Shoot th-the… the… the cannons!” The words staggered past my lips, my body, mind, and soul barely holding together as blood poured out from every orifice, my vision going both red and shifting, mixing with the very image of the warp as I cried out in both agony… and success. I heard the cannons go off, I heard the ship tear itself apart as the warp folded and wrenched before eventually settling… and then I was awake on the ship, people over me with worry in their eyes. I survived… Barely, but… I was alive… And I was to move onward in my travels. I did come across something interesting… A C’tan shard… but, I was free. I was free to continue.

Chose Sentient Singularity: A fraction of a second as a living black hole.

Ninth Jump (Light of Terra Part 3: Part 11)

Ship Components!(<---- Hyperlink.)

From Companion-------

Holo-Field: A giant ship going invisible when still and distorted to even computer systems while moving. Perfect.

Distortion Cannon (On the Prow): It tears a hole in reality and then collapses soon after. Wonderful.

Dome of Crystal Seers: Protection from all forms of Warp nasties. One can never be too sure about such things. Along with that, it shall be the burial ground for the dead where they may provide advice and find comfort for all of eternity.

CP Stuff!----------

1150cp + 2800cp = 3950cp

Jovian Pattern Nova Cannon (1000cp): It is a cannon that is known to cut planets clean in half and create brief points of nonexistance. They may be difficult to aim, they may be useless in close range, they may be unstable... but, I am keeping it!

Cyclonic Torpedoes + 1 Extra Torpedo Launcher (1000cp): Exterminatus, enough said. (<---- Hyperlink. Skip to 1:55.)

Sulik Warp Engine (500cp): A very, very good engine that uses anti-matter and matter to fuel itself. Wonderful.

12 Back-Up Void Shields (1200cp): Can never have too many shields.

Final CP------

3950cp – 3700cp = 250cp

Eldrad the Dick

            “Because Eldrad is one of the most powerful psykers in current existence… Still below a few people, but he is high on the charts.” I stated as I picked up my staff in my obviously mechanical hand. “If we can solve this issue peacefully, we may be able to escape without any causalities.” With a hum, I made my way over to the Sister of Battle, who turned and walked beside me as we made our way toward the transport.

            “Did he come with anyone?” My fingers tightened up around the metal of the staff, my eyes glancing around a little bit as we made our way through the repair station. “He brought along a surprisingly large number of Exodites. I suggest that we at least prepare for a battle. Speaking of psykers… When do you plan on getting sanctioned so that you may properly serve the Emperor and not become a portal to the Warp?” The Celestian wondered, glancing over toward me with her calm, yet stern expression that almost seemed to be a constant in this universe of chaos.

            I let out a small huff and gave a small shake of my head. “I would prefer to stay away from the Black Ships. I know what they do on those damn things. I will be fine… For now, we have other issues besides how alien my mind is.” As I spoke, we stepped onto the transport and made our way to the surface of the planet. If Eldrad had something up his sleeve, I was at least hoping that it was going to be annoying instead of harmful.

            “I doubt that you will be fine. Even the Astropaths, blessed and bound to the Emperor, can fall to possession and corruption.” She said in return as she lowered herself into one of the present seats across from my own. “Noted. At least I don’t seem capable of telepathy, hmm? Free will is important.” Though her expression did not shift, it seemed as if she was somewhere between finding the comment humorous considering almost no one had free will in the Imperium… or offensive. I honestly could not tell.

            The transport landed a short distance from the park where Eldrad had appeared, the Exodites only paying us a glance before returning to their work. My men were nearby and Carwyn seemed to be talking with him for the moment, along with another Eldar Farseer that seemed to have accompanied him. As I stepped out of the transport, the world started to roll as the sheer weight of the combined psychic energy slammed into me, forcing me to steady myself with the help of my staff… and Cierra when she stepped over from the crowd to keep me from falling over. “Why did I expect something less than a boulder?” I muttered, allowing Cierra to help me over toward Eldrad, at least until I was able to regain my composure.

            “Ah, your ‘companion’ has arrived, Carwyn. See Macha? Carwyn isn’t being held prisoner and being subjected to vile depravities, the like that would make even our corrupted cousins blush. Despite what your fan-fiction says…” As Eldrad spoke, I simply tilted my head off to the side, ignoring the fact that my companion was about as red as a tomato… come to think of it, I haven’t seen a tomato in at least a decade. “Fan-fiction? Why would the Eternal Virgin be writ-“ I was interrupted by the Farseer, who simply continued instead of allowing me to ask question. “Carwyn is even on the road to creating a civilization where Mon-Keigh and Eldar societies are integrated. Come, let’s give them some time alone… So that they can finally get to sorting through the ship armaments that they make require in the future.”

            With that, Eldrad grabbed Macha by one arm and dragged her through a web-way portal just as I finally stepped up to them. “… What a dick.” I heard from my right, my head turning over toward Carwyn who had actually said it before I could. “Aye. At least he is kind enough to supply us…”

            Once that was over and the Exodites were introduced to the community, I went off on my own to go through the equipment that he had left for us and arrange for the pieces to be taken up to the repair station so that they can be installed, along with anything else that we may have been able to construct during our time here. By the time that I was back on the station, there seemed to be an object on my desk. A black orb of sorts, glowing… I saw it before on the ship when I was grabbing my weapons and equipment from the captain’s trophy case. Something in my head told me one simple thing… Time for things to end here so that I can return to my wandering.

Ninth Jump (Light of Terra DLCs/Part 3: Part 10)

The Extended Cop-out!

            The four Sisters of Battle were huddled around me within moments, obviously quite happy to see me in their own way. Cierra had some food with her… I think it was a mess of slow roasted space chicken and the few of the plants from the planet that we were on. Most were tubular, but that wasn’t truly important. Lina was a bit too close for my own comfort, but I was ignoring it for the moment… and I couldn’t exactly resist at the moment. Fia was a bit less worrisome, but the smile on her face was a hint comforting.

            It was the Celestian who stepped up and gently, but firmly pulled everyone away from me once they had settled down. “Ah, it is wonderful to see that the Emperor has left you with us in this hour. I am sorry to say, but… That xenos monstrosity was not found when we came across you… Only blood and a puddle of an odd, black liquid. As your head is present, I am sure that the Emperor showed you favor. We did, however, find this.” As she spoke, she brought one of her hands out from behind her back and presented to me a sarape. It was torn along the edges, obviously leaning to one side as if to cover only one arm and barely reach mid-thigh. What worried me was the fact that it glowed… The same lines that crossed the body of the mandrake were scratched across the hide of the sarape, eternally glowing as if it was still living.

            I started to reach out for the item, but I couldn’t see my arm come into view. I knew that I had lost my left arm, I expected that to not be there, but I couldn’t see my right arm come into view. It felt as if I was moving it through air, but it never came into contact. With a worried hum, I glanced over toward my right shoulder as the ladies started to look my way with a mixture of worry and sympathy. “We couldn’t save your other arm.” Lina chipped in, stepping into view to push my head the other way for the moment. “We didn’t have the materials on hand and only I had any chance of helping… All I could do was stop you from bleeding to death on us.”

            It took a moment for it all to catch up to me and, once it did, I shakingly tried to climb out of the bed. My body practically screamed at me to stay still, even the Sisters trying to keep me in bed and, with their insistence, I eventually just laid there under the blankets. I finally noticed that Carwyn was near the door, glancing my way with one of their rare shows of true worry. “Let me up…” I muttered as I started to sit up at the very least. “I have work to do.”

            They wouldn’t let me leave until a full month later, after which I was allowed to get around with Carwyn staying close by as my assistant. For lack of a better term, I was quite… depressed. I was practically helpless. Eventually we had found a wrecked transport that, as a planet, we took hold of and went to the hive city that it was meant to go to. While there, which I took Cierra with me as she was meant to be a diplomat and Carwyn would be shot on sight if she came with me, I was given a chance at being repaired… I took it.

            I took the chance at being given cybernetic augmentation, being given two knew arms and legs (Never could walk properly after the hit to my thigh, which broke my heart and made my stomach wrench every time I was reminded of the fact.), along with the chance purchase of a plasma cannon and heavy bolter, which went to Cierra as she was fit to use such a heavy weapon. To top it off, my limbs were all given various augmentations along with a set of dermal armor underneath my skin… Got to find out what being skinned without pain was like. I stayed around the hive city and, when I heard that this crazy psyker came back, I helped them out with the aid of Cierra who, with the combination of her heavy bolter and the metalstorm bolts, the zombie hordes were fairly easy to clear out.

            The psyker’s staff was an interesting find as it seemed to… accept me… A seven foot tall of coiled, black metal that was topped with an elaborate set of metal wings. It was similar to a straight rod made of black, coiled metal that seemed to have naturally merged and grew into the form. It… awakened something in me. As we left with the staff, which I held on the opposite side that the sarape covered, I found that I could both project two different types of defense and truly fly with but a thought. It also seemed to fill me with strength and allow me to nullify or twist the effects of other psykers… Useful.

            After that, we were approached by Squats… Aka… Space Dwarves. They sold us a few things, a crate of wine older than 7000 years that I personally cracked into as soon as I could, which earned me a land-train and also a bolt pistol that I personally enjoyed having. I was forced to escort some supplies for them, but besides the dust storm that was actually tearing metal off of the land-train, it wasn’t difficult. Then there was the time that I met Magnus the Red… He was… We could at least agree on the Space Wolves and I understood that he was outright fucked as far as what happened to him.

            By the end of my time with him, which I kept a secret from everyone else, he had unlocked another chunk of psychic potential I seemed to possess and turned me into an alpha level pyromancer… Wonderful. But, after all of that, I was content to finally be given a chance to rest.

            Well, relatively. I sat down at my desk back on the repair station, glancing out through the window that allowed me to look down at the planet that I… Everyone… worked so hard to create and to nourish into a home for us all. I remained in my chair for only a moment more before climbing up to my feet and making my way over to the bathroom, turning to look at myself in the large mirror.

            My hair was down to my shoulders by now, the brown locks having grown out and straightened by their own weight, the bangs cut away to keep them out of my eyes. The armor that Carwyn had given me so long ago was torn asunder by now, primarily from my fight with the Mandrake. No armor to protect my arms except for a vambrace on my right forearm as the entire left arm, pauldron included, had been left behind. Every inch was scratched, dented, and scarred with time and weather, the green, scale-like mesh having lost its beauty during my time.

            My right arm had false skin over it, impossible to see it as anything but the real thing, except for the fact that it could be shifted depending on what I was exactly using from that arm. The left, however, was void of the false skin and, while it was very advanced, especially for the setting, it was obviously fake. I had made sure that anything I had gotten, except for the left arm, could not be seen as a fake. It was interesting how little time was required to change someone. I was even wearing what I assumed to be the stylized skin of my greatest enemy that I had fought while I was present.

            I slowly made my way back over toward my desk, having spent enough time simply on my appearance and looking over who I had become… Don’t want to end up like an acted version of “My Immortal”. Terrible story. “Hmm… I suppose that it is time to figure out something new to do… This world simply gives me obvious paths to take normally.” Just as I was about to take a seat, Celestian walked inside. “Mr. Pezrin, I have some news. There are Eldar coming through a portal that has opened up within the park that you had asked to be constructed. It tore apart the obelisk that adorned the center of the park. A xenos named ‘Eldrad’ is present.”

            With a long sigh, I glanced over toward the regal woman. “Why do I know that he has planned for this… He is such a dick and I am worried as to what joke he plans on attempting. I will be right down. Tell everyone to leave them alone.” The Sister of Battle gave a small nod of her head and stepped away. “As you wish. You do hold sway over this world, so I won’t complain about their continued existence, but I have to wonder why you allow these… creatures… to continue existing on your planet.”

Ninth Jump (Light of Terra DLCs: Part 9.5)

Cop-out of Cop-outs!

((OOC: In short… I am purchasing things and displaying rolls from multiple DLC that I wanted to do, but didn’t want to type lengthy posts for, but I shall still add a post later for all of this to be explained as to how things went and were accomplished in short-hand.))

DLC 3------------------

0 cp + 2000cp (From Locations) + 950cp (Carry-over) = 2950cp

All Locations +2000cp

Perks---------

Psychic Awakening -100cp = Omnicron level psyker... Eh.

Veteran of the Psychic Wars (Pyromancy) -300cp = Alright! Actually quite dangerous-... Pyromancy... Really? Well, at least I can shoot something more powerful than a melta from my fingertips.

Psychic Supremacy -500cp = And Alpha level psyker... Plasma has nothing on my fire.

Psychic Spite -300cp = The more hatred, the more spite, and the more anger I possess, the more powerful I become as I mix it with my attacks. Wonderful!

Molten Warrior -500cp = Set myself on fire and strike terror so great people may die from their minds breaking before I ever start throwing fire. Impressive.

Final CP Total------

2950cp – 1700cp = 1250cp

DLC 4----------------

1000cp (Start) +1250cp (Carry-over) = 2250cp

Perks-------

7417 Year Old Tenkau-Shen Ice Wine -100cp = Why not? 24 bottles... And... Wait... I haven't had alcohol this whole time. 20 bottles.

Adeptus Astartes Bolt Pistol -200cp = For me, this is a submachine gun bolter with a bayonet, that was removed, and a red laser dot.

THE DOOM (Land)-TRAIN------

Took Clan Macsweeny = Reduce the cost of using special abilities and weapons by 2 supplies.

Cab: Leviathan = 3 Ordinance, 1d6-1 damage, 60 crew

Trailers: Dues Vult Singularity Engine, Void Shield Array = Armour 4, Supply Trailers x4 = 20 Supplies, Crew Quarters, Comm Array = Call a resupply: either 6 supplies or 6 crew ONCE, Mole Mortar = Ordnance 3, 2d4+1 damage that ignores armor, hits two turns later, Secondary Void Shield Array = Ignore first hit, but roll 1d6 where, on a 6, it burns out.

Rolls!--------

Travel Time 8 = 8 rolls. Also lose 1 supply per roll.

23 – Broken Land (Rolled a 5. Deduct 2 from Travel Time)

62 – Refugee Convoy (Add 1d4 (2) to Crew)

63 – Ratling Celebration (Nothing happens, but a nice break.)

53 – Dust Storm! (Lose 1d3 (3) supplies)

Called a Resupply of… supplies… +6 supplies

44 – Feral Nomads (Nothing happens because I did not have the correct item.)

24 – Grots in the Ducts! (Spent 1 supply to gas them.)

Results!-----------

Final Supplies = 16 supplies

Final Crew = 62

Reward--------

A Winner is You! = Omnispex (Perfect scanner.), the Land-Train (A mobile train of tanks.), and a vehicle bay for the Light of Terra to house and deploy the Land-Train.

Final CP Total-------

2250cp – 300cp = 1950cp

DLC 5--------------

1000cp + 500cp (Drawback) + 1950cp = 3450cp

Drawback: The Karloth Valois, The Zombie Lord

Required House------

House Van Saar -500cp, but gained “Redundant Systems”. (Name says it all.)

Perks/Equipment/Other-------

Shoulder Mounting -100cp = Goes for both arms so that I can remove and replace arms on the fly.

2x Shiawise Pattern Cyberarm -600cp = Can't even tell the difference... Hey! I can actually stop cracking my wrist.

Autoloader -100cp = Automatically loads the firearms on that side... Obviously.

Monofilament Whip -400cp = A monomolecular whip of diamanite and adamantine. I better be careful with this... at least it can be retracted.

Shock Hand -200cp = A lethal and non-lethal shock hand. Sadly, no range.

Heavy Bolter – 150cpD = A freakin' heavy bolter. Going to Cierra... She needs an automatic cannon.

Plasma Cannon – 150cpD = A plasma cannon. Enough said.

2x Ares Pattern Cyberleg -200cp = Replacement legs. Simple.

Dermal Armor Plating -400cp = Cybernetic implant just under the skin to reduce physical trauma.

Rolls--------

I get 3 rolls and also the Wyrd Staff of Karloth Valois.

65 – Select 2 minor powers of your choice. (Levitate and Hover, which together grants True Flight. = Cause being able to fly with a thought is amazing. That and casually hovering around.)

64 – Select 1 minor power of your choice. (Warp Shield = For everything physical, but needs to be in contact with me.)

54 – Energy Absorption = For lasers and plasma.

Final CP Total--------

3450cp - 1950cp = 1150cp

((OOC: Again! The actual post will come later. I just wanted to get through this portion. Don’t you worry. I won’t be extremely lazy.))