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To Plunder The Stars Themselves, Episode 1

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Squad Alpha

 

Odysseus stepped onto the ship, choosing a harness close tho the cockpit lest the mortals falter. Too large for a kine-shield to encompass but some degree of protection might yet be possible, still the Sororitas were known to aid in the culling of the black ships and it would seem premature to test their ability to detect such things.

 

Varn had been clear despite his description of this task as an investigation that it would likely be anything but and the Traveller had remained tight lipped on the action to come and he waited for the erstwhile squad leader to arrive, "We are tasked with seeking answers from those more likely to offer their lives seeking to take ours, unless Varns alliance here is founded on a more... insidious infiltration of this sector. Has he spoken to you further of our task or do you alone plan to dictate our actions here?"


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Squad Alpha:

It takes several hours for the shuttle to reach Viorda Secundus from the point where you launched from the Dagger Thrust. As you come closer and closer you see a small, rocky planet on the very edge of the Viorda star's habitable zone.

There is no great defensive grid protecting the entire world here, just a small network of orbital platforms that form an umbrella a few hundred kilometres wide around Viorda Secundus' vast yet lonely Hive. It is therefore a relatively simple matter for your shuttle pilot to enter the atmosphere far beyond the coverage of this network, so as to approach the Sororitas' Convent House from the opposite direction to the great Hive and thereby avoid any unwanted questions.

You might wonder at the ease with which access can be gained to the surface of this world, or why it has not been scoured by raiders, but as you level out and fly across the barren landscape, empty but for stunted scrubland and a few broken-down communities, you realise: there is very little here worth taking.

As the shuttle reaches a point just over fifty kilometres from the Convent House, the pilot opens a link to the hold.

"We are being hailed, my Lords. Putting comms through to your squad vox channel now."

There is a momentary pause, then you can hear a voice speaking. It is female - cold, clipped, professional... but there is a fire beneath it.

"...peat: Unidentified craft. You are approaching hallowed airspace. Provide your designation and state your purpose immediately, or face the wrath of the God Emperor."

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How do you want to respond to the Sororitas' challenge? Try to trick your way in? Tell them outright who you are? Turn back and try to find a subtler way to approach the Convent House? (Although bear in mind that whatever it's called, it's still a military installation guarded by professional troops so sneaking might be... tricky)



Squad Beta:

It likewise takes several hours for the Dagger Thrust to complete its journey, but Viorda Prime could not be more different from its sister world. Its outer atmosphere is full of orbital facilities, a busy network that surrounds the planet and includes defense platforms, dockyards and even habitat stations. The highest levels of the most important Hives penetrate into the lower atmosphere too, allowing direct access via space elevators for the flow of goods and persons to and from the surface.

Several dozen vessels, of size comparable to or much larger than the Dagger, are also anchored here and hundreds of smaller craft dart back and forth between them and the planetary facilities.

Your team's disguise is ready. Without your power armour you are not immediately identifiable as Astartes and simply appear to be some kind of genehanced brute squad bodyguard, assigned to an Executive Officer being sent planetside to secure 'personal supplies' for 'Captain Gisborne'. Achard meets you in the hold. He speaks without preamble.

"I have secured us a berth above Viorda's tertiary Hive. We can hold position for perhaps a week while we conduct 'repairs' without raising any suspicion. I assume that will be long enough for you to uncover your target?"

You leave the ship shortly afterward via an umbilical tunnel that connects into the orbital dock hanging directly above the Hive. As you enter the busy main dock you can see a full squad of human troops loitering, local PDF by their appearance and paying little attention to the hall around them. They are led by a junior officer in a rather drab and rumpled dress uniform, who is tiredly and half-heartedly overseeing the flow of traffic back and forth. More evidence of the overconfident carelessness of this world. Behind them you can see a portal leading to the Hive-bound elevators. You could likely kill all of these 'protectors' in less than a minute... but PDF are like insects. Where you see one, there are probably ten more close by.

Holger's use of reverse psychology and misdirection is masterful. He has put on a long dark cloak over his bright scarlet uniform and makes a rather poor attempt to be unobtrusive. But at the same time the occasional flash of colour - and his unbending, arrogant manner that shows through just as clearly - actually draws every eye. No one is looking at his guards, whatever their size. He whispers to you while barely moving his mouth.

"Whichever of you is commanding my 'bodyguard' had better go speak to that officer. It would be beneath the dignity of a Naval Commander."

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Along with whatever narrative you like, please roll a Charm, Deceive or Intimidate Test to see if you can get past the Customs guards!
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Squad Beta:

 

Orphiel regarded the hustle and bustle, the scent of busy people wafting through the open gaps in his blank-visor helm.  He felt the sense of gentle freedom that came with the cosmopolitan nature of a port, despite the scrutiny from the security forces.  He carefully surveyed the disposition of the PDF men acting as Customs officers, their deportment harassed at best, disinterested at worst.

 

He saw one of the taller men peer across at a shapely human female.  Tall, red-hair piled up in coiffured ringlets, she dismissed his attention with a tilt of her face, to show him her appetites lay elsewhere, her gaze resting on Holger, in fact.  An admiring appraisal dallied over S'ynek, then moved back to her baggage train, piling up behind her, servants in the colours of their mistress stacking boxes awaiting the attention of the inspectors.

 

Orphiel doubted the PDF Officer would give her trouble, being all peach fuzz and dishevelled uniform.

 

Bounty-hunters stood alone or with their cronies, each as different and maddeningly equipped as the next.

 

No Arbitrators in sight yet.  Hardened of mind and temperament, they would present a challenge even to Varn's Marionette, Holger.  Almost reading Orphiel's mind, he spoke.

 

"Whichever of you is commanding my 'bodyguard' had better go speak to that officer. It would be beneath the dignity of a Naval Commander."

 

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