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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.

Dark Heresy: Calixis Commission

Posted in WH40K:Dark Heresy with tags , , on November 27, 2008 by sundaygamers


War Room, Resolution Class Battleship Merciless Fury

– As seen through the eyes of Miki –

When we were summoned to the Calixis sector, it didn’t cross my mind how important this mission would be. Rorken has called upon the Freeblade Salvador Brown, the Technomancer Kaine, the Archivist S’chuwck and a mysterious Biomancer who calls herself Durga. Each had their battalions with them; a veritable force with varied specialties. It was not clear to me then why Rorken gathered such a group. I thought I was only to transport them to Skorgulian for supplies or introduce them to traders round the area. Little did I know that this mission truly would require all kinds of skills, even that of an unworthy kind.

Yes, they call me the Unworthy Child. Miki was the name my parents gave me many a score ago, the same parents I betrayed in order to be spared by the Imperium. My experience of alien technology has been my blessing and my curse: it certainly has enriched my knowledge of the known universe, but it has stunted my growth. An accident when I was twelve years old exposed me to a strange kind of radioactive material; and my body has never developed since. The radiation merely turned my skin to a yellowish pale color and singed my black hair to a dark indigo sheen. I was hoping for the feminine shape my mother had but year after year came and I never changed. I have stopped counting. I have much business to do.

And this mission was business as usual.

Rorken sent us a message through the astropath in the conference room of the great battleship. He informed us that the planet Skorgulian is being infested by aliens. It has been reported that Orks are trying to destroy this forge planet. This planet must be secured because it produces weapons and supplies for the entire Calixis Sector. Rorken placed Durga, the psycher, in command. He also commanded that we brief the captains of our battalions immediately.

Realizing the urgency of the mission, the captain used the Warp to zip us through space to the remote planet Skorgulian. We have hardly touched the planet’s moon orbit when a huge figure loomed in from the Warp. From afar, it looked like a huge asteroid heading straight towards Skorgulian. We soon realized that it was a spacehulk: a floating trashbin from the depths of the Warp. It had several abandoned ships, and pieces of ships stuck together forming a gigantic mass of space waste. Upon investigation, we see an entire fleet of savage Ork ships fly from the spacehulk into the planet.

We rendezvoused with the main battle fleet and we felt some ships explode. We felt our own battleship shake and heard the alarms blare. The ship captain warns the crew “The Orks have boarded!”

The explosion screwed the synapses of the Navigator, leaving the control bridge a complete mess. We ran to the bridge and found that we still had life-support but navigation and weapons went down.

Each of the elite squad tried to contact their captains. All they heard were desperate screams for help, and then some, of death. We knew that we had to abandon ship. Durga suggested we use stealth to get out in order to avoid the majority of the Orks. Salvador agreed to head the way.

The pods were berthed on Level 3. The armory was on Level 4. All the other levels were locked-down red zones. Kaine, the Technomancer, tapped into the ship’s machine spirit to activate the sensors and scan for life-signs. He found that there were only 127 left of the mighty crew, and of the four battalions. He also reported gravely, “The auspex has picked up 300 unfriendly lifeforms.”

Durga ordered the remaining armsmen on Level 3 to protect the vehicles in this area.

“All elevators are operational.” Kaine reported from the dataport. “And the paths around the elevators are clear of enemy lifeform.”

S’chwuck finds data in the cogitator for more info. He finds that all elevators are right next to wide corridors and stairs. Durga decides to that we take the stairs in the middle. We drop down through Q3. Kaine suggests that since our men hold the line surrounding the elevators, we take the elevators.