Trokair

Understandable, but if you have a scene in mind I’d say go ahead, might give the other players something to build on.

Can I have a ‘thinking about this’ reaction while I think about this? I have used the Thanks reaction a few times in the past when I thought a post was interesting but I had nothing to add and the other reactions such as Agree were not relevant. Though it guess the reasoning was as much Thanks for positing something interesting/thought provoking as it was i am thinking on this and will get back to you later. Light bulb to me feels more like I have had an idea and not I am thinking about your idea. Would a brain be a good symbol for this reaction?

No sooner had the Princeps spoken that the entire room lurched sideways. Loose object flew and scattered against the stern wall and several of you lost your footing in this sudden quake. Further alarms rose and fell in a discordant choir. As you regain your footing a Armsman enters, looks you all over briefly and noting no injuries orders you to stay put and not to try and traverse the ship until the all clear has been sounded. Then he was gone again, door sealed with a clunk behind him, though not locked. More running feet in the corridor beyond. A pop of pressure, as if you had just ridden a great spire elevator from root to the heavens, draws your attention. There, near the stern wall, a shimmer of a red devil, elongated skull and horns all too inhuman. A tongue slivers out to taste the air. As yet it is a spectre, translucent, and yet it snarls and swings its blade. It does not reach you but you feel the forge heat. On the back stork it clips the corner of a metal crate, the brief contact imparting a bright orange glow to the crate that swiftly cools to duller shade. Structure Time Light Normal turn action allotment per player, but no need for initiatives.

Not sure if it is the same issue, but I have had a lot of trouble conecting to B&C the last few days, even clicking form one page to the next in a thread or from one topic to another would have very long load time and bring uperror messages. The two main errors I have seen have been: SSL handshake failed Error code 525 Connection timed out Error code 522

Por ‘Had he missed an order?’ Por wondered, none of the others had fixed bayonets. Seeing prisoners being taken Por looked at the dead insurgent at his feet. The man had dodged under the bayonet thrust, only to be clipped by the rippers guns bulky magazine box, knocking the man flat. While he had not heard the crunch Por had learned that necks did not tend to have such angle to them. He still prodded the man to make sure that dead was dead. Por retrived his bayonet from the gun mount and was about to sheath it when the call for the Medica went up. It was that Officer again, Jekyll, despite the bellow the voice did not carry far over the din of battle as the fleeing insurgents were perused. Spotting Doc and the others of the squad nearby Por started towards them. “Doc, Doc. Medicae needed over there.” He called out as he got closer, pointing back towards the Garrison Commander.

While you were never invited to dine with the Captain again he did assign a small conference room for your use. Really it was just a store rooms that had a table and some crates moved in as chairs, but it was out of the way of a busy crew who had no time for you and gathering there was better than lying in your bank all day. There was even cogitator terminal near the door, initially just connected to ships stores and inventory it was not hard to work out how to coax other data out of it. Just shy of four days later, while some of you were gathered there, the transition warning klaxon sounded, but before you could even prepare yourself the ship lurched back into the real. Even as one klaxon subsided the battle station call sounded, and in the distance you could hear more localised sirens denoting other issues, though you could not discern if it was as serious as hull breaches or fires, or just call for medics from tumbles and other minor injuries.

Captain Colerum paused mid bite, looked across at one of the officers and with his free hand motioned them to speak, then continued that private war with the pseudomeat on his fork that had had his attention moments before. “Second Officer Iot Dodd, Sirs, we are en route for Elysia, a journey expected to take 5 to 8 days depending on the currents. Our Navigator, The Lady Inga jor Shiam, estimates that form there it will be between 2 and a half and 7 weeks based on the charts in her possession and the general stellar navigation data our cogitator banks have for that sub-sector. Neither she nor this ship have ever been there, and so in addition to the usual caveat with travel through the Immaterium we simply do not know how accurate, recent or reliable the charts are. Given the general stability of the trade routes in and around Elysia ...” “In other words, no less than a month, perhaps two, less only if the Emperor smiled upon you.” Interjected Captain Colerum, before second Officer Dodd could spring into full lecture mode.

Drawing the blade from the scabbard Captain Colerum admired it for a moment before intoning the ritualised words, his voice slow and steady, and ever so slightly hesitant in places. Clearly reciting from memory, how long had he practised them earlier that day? When all was said and done the Captain held out the blade hilt first to Princeps Rygel. “Forged from the bones of Tarakam itself, from the lower left shin plate according to the seal of provenance, you now carry a part of the foundation of the House, bear it with honour and glory for the Omnissiah.” Not long after crew arrived with a series of platters, some steaming. A fair number of ships officers filled in and took to the empty seats, the awaited dinner was about to start. The food itself was the same fair you had eaten in the crew mess, just presented on fancier plates, and with Amasec to wash it down instead of beer.

The warning klaxon went silent; the Nostalgia for Infinity had transitioned into the Immaterium. The Gellerfiled held. The ship was secure and now riding the weird currents of this other real, the Navigator had the helm. The Captains duty lessened until she was back in the real. For you the transition was unnoticeable, klaxon aside, in the temporary bunk you had been assigned deep in the bowls of the ship. While not actually confined to quarter you could take the hint. It was not safe to wonder, large section of the ship either restricted or totally closed off. In those parts you could walk the crew did not welcome you, despite your status within the House of Tarakam. You were but cargo to them, and cargo did not go for walks. The polite knock therefore came as a surprise. A midshipman waited for you to acknowledge their presence. “Captain Colerum bids thee to table this evening, Sir.” The Message delivered the midshipmen turned and swiftly departed. Not waiting for a response. The request had been an order in all but name. So far you had only been in the crew’s mess for meals, to eat by yourself between shifts. This would be a more formal affair, dinner in the officer’s mess. Better see that the dress uniform was not too rumpled. --- It was a different midshipman that appeared later to lead you through the ship. For such a small ship it took a long time to reach your destination, and several more sets of stairs than felt strictly necessary. At the door your guide stepped aside, motioned for you to enter and a duty done a salute before leaving. Inside it was more cramped then you might have expected, certainly more so than any similar space you might have encountered aboard other ships. Another look around the room made it clear that this was just not the officer mess, but also a briefing room, lounge and many a other function dictated by need. The table was not set, but off to one side you could see a crewmember preparing. Two seats were already filled. The first an Autokratoris of the House to go by the colour and icons on his robes and finely augmented arms. A Mechadendrite reached for a glass of Amasec. Even when taking a sip the face remained shrouded by the priest’s cowl. The other figure was tall and lithe, easily a head taller than the first, yet utterly dwarfed by the Autokratoris’ bulk. No obvious augmentation and dressed in House colours, with only a small icon proclaiming the duel allegiance to Mars as well as House. The seats fill one by one until there were three of you bearing the honours of the Moderati on their uniform, and the last to take their place at the table bore the plate of the Secutarii. It is only now that Captain Colerum enters from a side room, for a moment you get a glance at his wardroom, as everything else it is small, cramped, and yet spacious compared to where you have been quartered. “I trust I need to introduction, but please for your fellow guest.” The Autokratoris stood, bowed to the assembled and emitted an information dense binaric screech. “What my colleague meant to say,” the other figure begun as he rose, revealing that he was even taller and thinner than he had looked while seated, “is that Titanwright Claude At’las thanks our Captain for his hospitality, and uttered a short prayer for the Omnissiah’s benediction for all assembled.” “I am Godenginseer Taw-Samek, at your service.” So spoken the figure folded back into their seat, almost sinking so as to not loom. Once you have each spoken in turn Captain Colerum cleared his throat. “We have one more speaker who will need no introduction.” As he spoke a holographic display flickered to life. You all recognise High Princeps Felka, more by the singular badge of office pined to her uniform then any personal acquaintance. “At ease,” she starts before any of you can begin to stand to attention, and it is about now that you each realise that the fragments of background at the end of the hologram are not some stateroom or office, it is the inside of the command deck of a Warmaster. “I’ll be brief, you have been gathered for a special mission for our House. On the world of Erantim XCIV, in the hinterlands of the continent of...” there is a slight hesitation before she continues and if you pay close attention you can see her eyes flicker to something on her right, “Ur there has been a Archeotech find initial analysis indicates is a fallen God-Engine. If the find proves to be an Engine you are to claim it for our House.” As she spoke a holographic projection of Erantim XCIV appeared, zooming in on a landmass in the southern hemisphere, one of several similar sized landmasses scattered admits a world spanning ocean. “I have, through a mutual party, been in contact with Archmagos Bascule of Elysium Forgeworld, who’s vassal made the initial find. The Archmagos has assured us that if it is a Titan and it can be revived he will support our claim to it. Be vary though, even with such proffered support their will be other claimants to such a prize.” “In addition to those present our Lord Muster of the Household had selected a Princepts of considerable experience to lead this mission, however the vagaries of war spoke otherwise and at Delch Norrington recommendation I hereby raise Moderatus Rygel XVI to temporary Princeps for this mission. Konstantyn, if you would.” The hologram flickers out. An Armsmen that had been standing a little behind the Captain stepped forward, holding at the ready a ceremonial Sabre for the Captain to present to the newly risen Princeps.

So about that, looking more like another week... sorry.

Vote Tally Plasma Blastgun : I Turbo-Laser Destructor : I Vulcan mega-bolter : I I I Inferno Gun: I Number of Players left to vote: 1 - @Lord_Ikka, whever you have a moment, looks like you will be the decide on the secondery after Vulcan Mega Bolter

Vote Tally Plasma Blastgun : Turbo-Laser Destructor : Vulcan mega-bolter : I Inferno Gun: I Number of Players left to vote: 3

All you know is that you have received priority orders to board the shuttle from the Nostalgia for Infinity. So yes, lament away if you want. You may gleam once you are aboard that the ship is making multiple stops to pick up others (chatter of crew or some such) but circumstance will conspire to prevent you meeting them until the game start. The promotion to Princeps for Rygel is going to be in the opening briefing scene, so for now your character does not know.

Por With the Leftenant to his right, and slightly behind the troopers, and a sergeant herding the men to the left Por started a steady trot. As he build up moment he took a an moment to fix the bayonet to his Ripper gun, shooting while on the move was not great for accuracy, or as Jarrow had so often put it: “When you run you hit everything but the enemy”. As much as he wanted to shout as the line closed in, the enemy seemed not to have fully taken in the threat. No reason to give away an advantage.

Passage from the Memoir of Fleet Sub Admiral Konstantyn ‘Gunless’ Colerum: The Deployment that earned him his moniker. I have to say it felt good to be out of dock again, despite my misgivings at Dou Gryph order to depart before the gunnery deck refit that had brought us here in the first place. The Senior Shipwright had been confident that it would only be another two months, then again he had also said that five months earlier when we had docked. Moral however was good. To have something to do again was more of a tonic to the crew then yet another round of shore leave. Especially when coin had all been spent some month ago and there was not much one could do off ship that was cheap. No, I lie, even here in the recounting; I was Furious at the orders, High Princeps Felka was putting the entire ship at risk sending it out without armaments. She and the fool Gryph had turned my Nostalgia for Infinity into glorified shuttle, running round the subsector to picking up Strays. A quarter of the ship was inaccessible with the gutted gunnery deck being open to the void. Despite the House Autokratoris (what do they know, they work on puny Titan, not proper Ships, even one as small as mine) and our own Tech-Priest reassurance that they had gone round and reinforced the seals I was sorely tempted to refuse the Orders and face a tribunal, I may have been a bit rash in my middle age, but even now the situation galls me and it is only by the Emperors grace and good fortune that the voyage was not our end. Players, feel free to do any introductory posts you want for your characters. Please bear in mind the following: At the start of this narrative you are without a crew (or in Lord_Ikka’s case without a Secutarii squad to Lead), either because you were injured in the recent past (all physical injuries are healed by game start) or the crew you were part of were injured or killed and/or the titan you served with was damaged/killed/otherwise unavailable for you to continue in your previous posting. You have not meet the other player characters prior to boarding the Nostalgia for Infinity, though you may have heard of them by reputation. Your post should either end with you boarding a shuttle to be taken up to the Nostalgia for Infinity, or shortly after boarding and being shown to some small quarter aboard ship. Captain Konstantyn Colerum, if you want to have a scene with him, is not in a good mood with the High Princepts’ order, but he will be professional in his conduct with House of Tarakam personnel such as yourself.