Xin Ceithan

Wow! Happy anniversary, B&C! Thank you for starting this. Thank you for keeping this going. Thank you for keeping me going! Thank you all for being here and making this a fun and supportive place to be around. Here is to the next 25 years!

Hi everybody! I’m trying to catch up on your escapades/loyal service to the Emperor over this weekend. Once I am through with my assignments after next week or so, things should hopefully die down at work a bit on my side. that is the general idea. Even if it just gives me an excuse, to check out the excellent MK VI mini from FW.

I like the way you think.

Good grief! I must strongly protest Sir! Obviously, I was just trying to help… you know, like…

Wow, can’t believe you missed the obvious punchline on this setup But maybe we are desperately trying to go new ways here.. so, instead of the classic, I’m leaving this here

Amaras …“Rumour says that targets struck full on were… disintegrated.”… Which meant that their progrenoid glands and gene seed were likely to have been destroyed utterly as well. And not only that. Amaras remembered the name of Incario, a fellow son of the Chapter of the Blood Drinkers, on the list of the recently fallen Battlebrothers. Which meant that the galaxy had also suffered the loss of another small part of the essence of the Great Angel himself. Amaras stopped in his work momentarily, feeling the familiar itching of his canines against his lower lips. Closing his eyes, he offered a prayer to HIM ASCENDANT, HE WHO WAS IN DEATH ETERNAL. Such sacrilege! Such heresy! He became aware of the medical serf bobbing nervously beside him and realized he had been begun to growl. He stopped. The Apothecary nodded to the mortal, carefully avoiding showing any teeth. “You have done well here. This Battle-Brother.. Asterius -was it not?….” He didn’t wait for the serf to reply. “…Brother Asterius will live to further serve the will of Emperor. And if it pleases HIM, will also be allowed to directly serve as the vessel of his divine retribution on whatever foe inflicted this on him and his companions.” The Sanguinary Priest retreated from the recovery slab, turned slightly and held up his hands, fingers outstretched in something like a fluttering Aquila, not unlike a benediction. A nearby ServoSkull reacted promptly to the rote, swiftly zooming in before releasing a spray of counterseptics salvest, then sending a series of harsh bluish meshes of light over the outstretched hands of the Apothecary. Amaras and the Serf joined their voices to the monotonous drone of the ServoSkull as they recited the hymns of cleansing and purification while a countdown of red gothic numbers blinked in the left orbital cave , each number accompanied by a loud mechanical click. Amaras nodded again, massaging his pale hands. ”So, I am looking forward to hear the reports from the Inquisitor, then. But in the meantime, I’d like you to grant access to an area where I can set up some of the Medicae equipment and the servitors that accompanied me. I might habe need of these to … sustain.. certain …requirements necessary to our Chapter during a resting cycle. “

Amaras Amaras frowned, slightly raising an eyebrow. “ You are saying a glancing hit from an energy weapon caused a warrior of the Adeptus Astartes into a state of suspended animation? “ He continued his Assessment, not bothering to look up. “I’d like to see any data you have on this since and including his arrival here”

Sounds good to me! couldn’t find a good Alan Rickman, so this’ ll have to do

I’ll leave this here for feedback, corrections and further steps: Sharrak swats down the first patrolling Servo Skull and after analyzing it, sets up an increasing series of feedback loops among them to disorient and confuse the guards, then sets out to begin disengaging the first two access panels while the mortals are mostly busy with retching, seizures and bleeding from their orifices. The SoH fare better, but need a few moments, trying to beat some sense into their charges. One (of two ) remaining Krak grenades misses them completely but at leases offers some distraction as it blows up stuff on the far end of the area. Meanwhile, Sharrak fails disabling the third panel, so has to rip it out using his servo-arm ( taking damage as the thing blows up in the process. He then gets into a moving firefight with the two SoH, trading hits and wounds to and fro before getting close enough to the last switchbox to put the last krak grenade into it.. If you are going for the really cinematic set up, Sharrak will be blown through a window panel or something by the explosion to enter the final confrontation

Oh, I think that might have been misleading - My idea was that the Charnel Guard dropped Amaras off at an outlying Watchpost, a sort of mostly automated forward operating point / supply cache from which a Killteam can use to resupply or as a staging area when needed but has no actual Astartes presence per se , From there he’d been transferred to the actual Watch Fortress - they are bound to have some sort of supply network and it’s unlikely they’d spare even a single Astartes for something like that without a good reason. I am not quite up to date with the lore regarding the time and space WHERE and WHEN the actual oath takes place but I always assumedthe DW candidates take a sort of “ novice” oath when departing their Chapter - at least the part where they vow not to divulge any confidential issues from their Chapter and not to relate anything about their time in the Deathwatch - like sort of Non Disclosure Contract before swearing the full Oath? If it helps moving the story along, we can of course go along with the idea Amaras was already sworn in before, so you can do these scenes while we work out what’s happening in the Apothecarium

I’ll admit that I am a bit overwhelmed by this and unsure of how and how many dice rolls to do between the narrative - while I am on hand totally pro narrative gaming, I don’t want this to seem like, I don’t know… cheating? If that helps, my basic setup would be something this: If it’s easily accessible from the entrance point, disable the first access point. Then / alternatively begin taking out the Servo Skulls - silently if possible, but as priority targets at any rate ( GM if you are feeling mischievous, Sharrak might - given enough time- try to alter the first accessible ServoSkull to act as sort of ECCM - like a noise canceling counter device? I’m unsure if he would /should be able pull something like that off at this point..it would certainly merit a few corruption points, I guess ) From there on it’s probably a running battle to take out the remaining devices and keep the badddies down ? I don’t remember our status on Grenades - those pesky mortals are obviously begging for one…

Bit confused today, but what else is new… First Question: Is this supposed to cover the entire encounter or just a “stage” at a time? In Yellow: Would it be possible to knock the Jamming Servoskulls out without drawing to much attention ? Failing that p, might it be possible to access and deactivate some of the jamming devices before combat starts?

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I am assuming that Amaras won’t be allowed into into the Apothecarion before being sworn in, considering there might be sensitive information about other chapter biological make up there? So, after the initial arrival, Amaras will have made sure his stasis coffin is correctly set up will have walked the halls of the Watch Station to familiarize himself with the set up of the keep.

Amaras: There was something strangely familiar about the Bulwark, Amaras pondered as he made his way through the loneliness of the Watch-station. Long stretches of silent corridors. Galleries of stained armaplas windows beyond which lay mostly the black of the void. Occasionally, he’d startle a mortal serf in plain black robes, who bowed deeply before scurrying away or quietly waited for him to pass. No one spoke. No noise startled the thin air outside. But the gravity was slightly off and there was something else… The Apothecary smiled thinly as he realized that he was actually missing the low rumble of active void engines and the muffled groan and creak of a starship hull around him. Also, he was missing a task. Wandering the length of a Chapter Vessel in transit as part of his duties was one thing. This..lack of focus..this .. leisure… It was … disorienting. Disquieting, even. Amaras felt the tips of his his eye teeth pierce into his lower lip as he heard the muffled steps of another serf already hurrying away from him somewhere beyond the next intersection. For just a fracture of a moment, Amaras entertained the idea of giving in, to give chase.. to hunt Instead he took two long, deep breaths. The moment passed. Then Amaras began retracing his steps to the Apothecarion …