Sterbelicht - One Sacrifice At A Time Against The Galaxy (40K)

What should your focus for the rest of the Quest be?

  • Mercy (Diplomacy and Expansion)

    Votes: 153 78.5%

  • Ruthlessness (Kick the Duchy in the Balls)

    Votes: 44 22.6%

  • Thule (Yeeni Handholding and Piscarian Cuddling)

    Votes: 78 40.0%
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Weaving_Dreamer said:
Ohhhhh that's a good way to introduce the Warp Storm... but isn't this a week early? shit that's going to affect things. and good way of showing the affects of being caught out in space during a warp storm .
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I don't think the entirety of the Warp Storm has started yet, this is just a sufficiently powerful (and sufficiently concentrated/focused power?) entity to have broken through into reality early.
 
zack omega24 said:

Lamenter's priority target

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yup, this is true. StringStorm's Fansong for the Lamenters does it pretty with with a whole company of them sacrificed themselves to evac the last 20 percent of a world's population. This was after the beginning text saying those 20 percent are deemed insignificant, the 9th company lands and the text reports the potential loss of them as insignificant. After the total destruction of the 9th company, the last civilian convoy is underway and the fleet sends a escort to guide the last convoy.

I also heard the Sanguinor grows stronger from every innocent the Blood Angels and Successors saves and protects. The Joke is that the Degree to which the Lamenters do this is that they singlehandedly power the Sanguinor more than any other chapter of the Blood Angels.
 
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    • +++THIS IS CONVOY LEADER JADE PETAL, TO ANY SHIPS IN RANGE! WE REQUIRE IMMEDIATE ASSISTANCE! SOME...SOME TITANIC DAEMON SHIP JUST BROKE INTO REALSPACE! I REPEAT-+++ The message blared through her mind, her implants parsing and relaying the information within the moment it took for the signals to reach her craft. Convoy 726. Made up of Light Armed Candlelight Transports, mostly utilized in Outer System Trade Routes due to being armed with a Light Macro-Cannon Turret and Ultra-Light Missile Batteries against would-be pirates and malcontents. The current one was transporting...children. Families. Last-minute evacuees that had been missed due to one reason or another. No matter, the Daemon was on a course to them.

    Her implants also, imperiously, provided the dimensions of the Warp Titan that had erupted from the Warp, its ever-changing shifting mass displayed through thrice-blesses pentahexic cleansing protocols, a precaution she had installed at great personal cost against the coming storm. The Blessed Mathematics of the Star-Mechanicum had no place in those less augmented than their members, but money had a way of ensuring it could be fitted into bodies less suited for the task.

    It also meant that she was the only mortal present that stood a chance to parse the data her augurs displayed beyond a mere blob of hostile mass.

    "This is Thule-6969 HRMHVR; Authorization N'Nomitron Besh-Huk-Fault-Teradon-Jenus-Hamulustiar-Orgnazus. Initiate Override Theta-Fractal Numas," she carefully enunciated, and, one by one, the restrictions and limiters of her implants unshackled themselves, her perception slowing and accelerating. She cared not for the protests of her current Co-Pilot, Imeria, she recalled, nor her attempts to override her authorization using her own. It's too bad that a trainer's authority was far below that of a N'Nomitron squad leader. "To the cadets," she broadcasted into their minds, her own unshackled implants shutting down any other communication from and to their Noosphere implants that connected them to their craft and sister-siblings. "I am escalating this training mission to a combat one; refusal to adhere to orders is hereby equivalent to treason and will be met with punishments from military imprisonment to summary execution. Fall into formation 39-Vega disseminated now."

    There would be guilt later. Much of it. But not now. There were lives on the line, and she would spend every single life under her command, including herself, to safeguard the convoy.

    This was not a conscious decision on her part.

    But the result of decades of service, decades of training, decades of living as a Thule.

    Because, despite everything, she was, in the end, a weapon born, schooled, trained, and elevated to be wielded against the enemies of the Glimmering Federation and its peoples.

    "Brother Fren, I am requesting your help in combating the enemy force now designated as 'Warp Titan Alpha' in whatever capacity you can," she spoke, the connections to her cadre of cadets flowing data back and forth, their ships aligning themselves according to her will and direction. One was on the verge of panic, but her attention and forced injection of one of the calming drugs into Thule-Grantia//:Aultus-c's system settled her within seconds. More guilt to stab her later. And an official Investigation to explain her decision, but that would only happen if she came out alive.

    "For those we Cherish, We die in Glory," was his reply. 'Truer words were never spoken,' 69 thought as she began to accelerate. "Weapons free, fire at my command, targets according to my calculations. Trust your machines and follow my charge," she intoned, her fighter at the head of the formation. If she were to lead a bunch of cadets to their deaths, she would not be accused of cowardice later on by sitting back.

    "May it end in our hangars," the cadets faithfully replied, even though theirs had already been destroyed.



    The Charge:
    (6-Hour Moratorium)
    [] (Write 8 Names. Write 8 Regrets. Write 8 raging cries against the coming of the night.)
     
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    • [] Alicia Lillywood:
    -[] Regret: Oh dear, my readers will drag my soul from warp for leaving them on that cliffhanger
    -[] Last words: Oh, cry about it.

    I think we should those cadets separately... and yes I am invoking the AO3 writers skill of "Sorry that the fic was on hiatus I was stuck in the warp after fighting Leviathan"
     
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    HeroCooky said:
    Yeah, but consider: Heavy Warp Influence Present. So everyone, in fact, does get to have some cool/tragic/profound last moments. A death of glory for the safety of others is nothing the Warp can refuse, or resist, to elevate.
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    "Oh fuc-"*heroically*

    We will not forget when cadet #8483 valiantly tanked that warp beam with his face
     
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    armentho said:
    Because not everyone gets to go out with a monologue
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    Last Words : [Comms set to Recieve Only]

    Anyway, we can't have a sacrifice without a few ablative lesbians, so ...

    [] Thule 08L1VI0U5:
    -[] Regret: Never gathering up the courage to look for, or talk to that mystery cadet she saw in the mess one late night. Couldn't have been a hair over 20, must be fresh out of training. Never saw her with the others too, must have been some private trainee or something?
    -[] Last words: Eject, Eject, Eject. (Her copilot might make it).
     
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