Archive for January, 2009

A Huge Heap of Trash

Posted in WH40K:Dark Heresy with tags , , , on January 22, 2009 by sundaygamers

I found the auto-pilot box and plotted the coordinates for Skorgulian. For several hours, I stared into deep space. After what happened, I was on the look out for more spawn of Chaos.


Kaine of the Adeptus Mechanicus bleeped “Look!”


And there it was. It was evil, alright, but not quite what I expected. It was huge, about the size of half a dozen battleships…or maybe it was half a dozen battleships…and Eldar cruisers, Ork frigates, and other ships I did not recognize. They were all squeezed together like garbage after going through a compactor.


Schwuck, who was usually quiet, blurted out “Space-hulk!”


Before I could reach the pilot box, I felt the pod going off course. We were caught in the hulk’s gravitational field. We were plunging into a jutting lance turret of a Mars class Imperial Battle Cruiser. I then felt gravity shift starboard. I was born and raised in a ship but my poor stomach lurched.


A strange fin-like structure loomed in the porthole, getting bigger and bigger, closer and closer.




And everything went dark.





“We crashed.” Schwuck said plaintively.


After a few bleeps, Kaine announced “We are inside a ship.”


“Durga!” I cried, for there she was, prone on the floor of the pod. She wasn’t strapped in when we crashed.


She touched her forehead. “Oh my head!” She stood to inspect her bruises. Luckily, nothing more.


I checked the atmosphere readings: low radiation, oxygen, nitrogen, base air pressure. “This should be breathable.” I reported.


We all unbuckled the safety straps and the men started to stretch their legs. Kaine detached his built-in missile launcher and installed it into the servitor.


We open the hatch and Durga twitched her nose. “It smells like rotten garbage.”


“Can we close that hatch, please?” Kaine suggested. Tech-Priest that he is, he hates strong smells.


But we press on. We realize that we have crashed into a long corridor. We use the servitor to light the way. We walk with the foot soldiers and Salvador at the rear.


Character Tidbit – Rush

Posted in Dark Heresy Character Tidbits with tags , , , on January 15, 2009 by sundaygamers


-Salvador Brown on Rush-


Who is this old guy anyways? Does he think he can push me around with that big armor and assault cannon? I don’t need such trifles. Leave that heavy stuff to the Tech Priests and Space Marines.


You know what he loves more than his big shiny guns? His title. He calls himself Honorable Chaplain of the Mentors Chapter of the Adeptus Astartes. He brandishes his claim to fame with his Rosarius and the skull on his helmet. We assassins don’t need such labels. Pooh!


I pestered him in the Pod. He couldn’t stand interviews, he said. Like the celebrity he is? Hah!


All I learned is that he was born on a forge world that’s why most of his skin had been damaged by chemicals. His skin was burnt bronze and his hair turned white. He was friends with some of the Tech Priests so he is pretty handy with whirligigs.


I decided not to annoy him too much. If I get him on my side, he might be handy some day. That servitor was kind of useful.

Durga’s Willpower

Posted in WH40K:Dark Heresy with tags , , , , on January 15, 2009 by sundaygamers

Skorgulian isn’t too far from our launch site; but without a navigator, I couldn’t properly go through ports. Looking out in despair, I felt a sharp chill at the base of my spine…

But wait, the cold didn’t come from outside. I turned to my fellow refugees and I spotted Durga unhooking her safety belt. She moved over to a wounded Imperial Guard. She touched the poor man’s forehead and chanted loudly.

Rush nervously fiddled his thick thumbs. I knew what he was thinking. The entire pod felt colder and colder with Durga’s psychic aura. Please, not in space! I prayed. I sensed another presence, another kind of chill that wasn’t like Durga. It felt more sinister, like something filling your lungs with sand.

I’m not really a psyker but I swear I heard Durga speak in a voice that sounded like a dozen children. “You are mine now, foolish one. You have called me and I have come.” It said.

I felt a crackle of electricity coming from our friend and she snapped back to her normal voice. “You would not wish me to call you by name, daemon.”

“I am nameless.” It replied. “I, who will not be named, will now take your name…and your soul.”

A sharper shot of electricity and frost crept across the walls. Durga’s cat eyes turned to an icy silver color, almost white. “My body is sacred. No one can have it. Especially not you, MAGINDUSA.”

The monster shrieked and whooshed away, almost taking all of the air in the pod. Durga drops to the floor with a faint smile.

The Imperial Guard was cured completely of his wounds. We sighed in relief and fear. Good thing the daemon didn’t go for his weaker soul. Durga has won, twice in a pod.