The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
What dangers specifically? I mean, aside from the general dangers of poking the necrons but the ones in this outpost were destroyed and most of their still dangerous tech was taken or dismantled.
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Travler66
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Well, the danger of poking the Necrons is my main concern, but my other concern is how the Eldar might feel about this. I mean this is the technology of a deathless race that tried to wipe out all life, they might be concerned. We could study the Necrodermis and create our human equivalent.
The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
That is the purpose of this action yes. I mean Oricalcix is basically going to be necrodermis anyway once we finish it.
Travler66
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Oh, I'm sorry I thought we were literally going to use the stuff. It ain't good to become reliant on Necron Tech.
The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
We were planning on reverse engineering it. The Mechanicus would never stand for using Xeno tech we haven't comprehended and purified of any bullshit.
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Sounds good!
Sir LagsAlot
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Start with Invention: Extravagance then go down Education and then Psyker.
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This. Extravagance gives us the biggest bonus for our inventions and considering what things we do plan to create the following turns, it will be used quite often.
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Also gives our wargear and really huge bonus.
We also still have to create a ship / ship class useing Serras Extravagance trait as we will soon have more then enough res. to build even really expensive ships.
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I really want us to build a Gloriana Class Flagship for Serras.
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The subjugator class. Prepping for when we go crusading, a ship that can hold against a fleet all by itself and subjugate entire systems. Add it's attendant fleet in and there shouldn't be anything that can hold against it, but as always diplomacy first, the whole "talk softly but carry a warship that can wage war on a star system by itself" theory.
Travler66
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Also let's make sure the people in charge of those fleets aren't the sort of jackals who half arse the diplomacy half and are just looking for an excuse to orbital bombard a planet. You know that there's always gonna be that one person who thinks that just because they got lucky enough to live in an area where a literal demi goddess resides makes them think they get to do whatever they want.
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Private's Evaluation (Canon)(+10 to roll of your choice)
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The continuing adventures of the B-Team...or How Private stole a Warbike
"Kowalski, a question for you." Skipper said while looking at the valley below him.
"Yes, Skipper?" Kowalski responded, as he nervously twisted a wrench in his armored hands.
"This muse of yours, are they the abusive sort?" Skipper asked, turning away from Private's sneaking form.
"I'm...sorry, Sir?" Was all Kowalski could say in response.
"Because if they aren't I need to get me some of that action! I'd never conceive of something so diabolical as to send Private, alone into an Ork encampment for his six month evaluation mission! Commendations all around if we pull this off and a new trophy for Lady Commander Tenry's garage." Skipper finished. "Did you brief the private on the common Ork vernacular?"
"Yes, Skipper." Kowalski started to smile, "Not sure he'll pass muster but it was the cutest thing I'd ever seen. We even put together something of a disguise for him, Sir."
"A disguise? I do love me a good disguise." Skipper said, turning back to his view from the ridge. "We'll get to see how the updated manual Lady Salnus wrote holds up."
"We did add a few modifications: more orange paint to go with the purple and wrote 'Ded Orky, No Beaky' on his chest and back. The manual mentioned the orange being a color of their larger 'Boyz' and purple is apparently a 'sneaky git' color." Kowalski read from the manual Orks and 'ow They iz: Volume Three By Primarch Serras Salnus, while making his own notations in the margins. "If this works I may submit a dissertation to the War College."
"Excellent work. Now drop that hunk of metal and help Rico setup those mortars, I want this place lit up like a Bastion Day parade when we pull out." Skippers hands clench slightly on his optics as he watched Private stride calmly to what would normally be certain doom.
~~~~Down in the valley~~~~
'Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear' was all Private could think as he made his way towards the teeming green mass of Orks in front of him. 'Don't worry, Private, just remember what Kowalski told you act tough and smash anything smaller than you and you'll be fine.' It still didn't stop him from sweating bullets behind his purple tinted helmet now complete with an rusted metal Ork emblem welded to the front.
"Oi! Wot's a flashy git loik you doin' outta da camp?" growled one of the larger Orks, waving his cleaver at Private.
"Uh, uhh None ah yooz biznis, ya ssnot luvvin git!" Private stammered while gesturing back with his own steel wedge.
"Wot'd you call me, you Gretchin humper!" The Ork snarled back, "I'z gunna kru-OOMph!"
Private pulled his choppa back from the caved in skull of the Ork "I'Z COME FER MAH BIKE, WHAT SOME SQUIG TOUCHER STOLE! UNLESS ONE O' YOU LOT WANT SOME MORE ARJY-BARJY YOUZ GONNA POINT THE WAY AN MAKE A HOLE!" He screamed, using the phrase Kowalski'd drilled into his head the last three weeks. 'Crystals aid me, that came out better than any of the rehearsals! This is gonna be great!'
~~~Back on the ridge~~~
"They grow up so fast." Skipper said to himself, wiping away an imaginary tear. "Rico, Kowalski, seems like the Private's got some real moxxy to him. Are those mortars ready?"
Kowalski and Rico took one last look at the thirty auto mortars they had finished rigging and aiming at the encampment. "Yes, Sir, I think we have just enough explosives to cover our escape."
"Escape? No one said anything about 'escaping' I fully intend to take that camp!" Rico grinned ferally at Skipper's words and starting rigging more mortars.
"But Sir, the debrief said to-" Kowalski started to say before Skipper cut him off, "The debrief said to reconnoiter the area and assess the situation. I reckon we can kick the asses off the situation and Private's evaluation is just the icing on the cake. Now, Rico! I see a small Vulcha squad down there that says I need my trap gun."
Rico looked down at the valley and saw the Vulcha squad milling about next to the small Warbiker Nob tent. He smiled as he saw Private successfully mounting one of the biggest warbikes and began to nod as he rooted around in the equipment bag before pulling out the Skipper's autocannon.
~~~Later in Lady Commander Tenry's briefing room~~~
"I distinctly recall the debrief stating to simply reconnoiter the area and report back any Ork activity. When you accepted the mission and requested your newest...recruit be given an evaluation I assumed he would be the one to write up the initial report NOT TEST YOUR THEORY THAT AN ASTARTES COULD 'WALTZ INTO AN ORK ENCAMPMENT BECAUSE THEY ARE TOO STUPID TO EXPECT IT!'" Lady Commander Tenry was not having a good day. In fact it was a terrible day of three distinct flavors of headache, all of whom were standing in front of her now. "Where is Private now and why is he not here with you?"
"Ma'am, Private is currently just outside your window with the spoils of our mission and awaiting your evaluation of his abilities as an Astartes of B-Team, Ma'am." Skipper intoned formally, though the tone was outdone by that damn smirk of his.
"We are ten stories up there is nothing he could...have that..." Tenry's eyes grew bigger and bigger as she saw and realized what exactly was outside her window: Private on a modified Ork Warbike with Eldar grav emitters. "Priv...Private has been evaluated exceedingly fit for duty. Get that beautiful thing to my personal garage and get out of my sight."
"YES MA'AM!" Chorused B-Team, snapping a salute before high-fiving each other as they hussled out of Tenry's office.
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And there is the second, of possibly many, adventure of the infamous B-Team.
I have also completed my second Tau Drone paint test. Here (left) it is. This one was basecoated with Vallejo Model Air Grey Blue which looks quite like GW's The Fang. The secondary color is Vallejo Model Air Yellow Ochre, since it looked quite like Averland Sunset from the other drone (right) and I wanted to see if I could use it since it'd be cheaper and, being airbrush paint, pretty much pre-thinned. Might have gotten too thin on the wet pallete. IDK. Let me know what yall think on both C&C welcome.
"Kowalski, a question for you." Skipper said while looking at the valley below him.
"Yes, Skipper?" Kowalski responded, as he nervously twisted a wrench in his armored hands.
"This muse of yours, are they the abusive sort?" Skipper asked, turning away from Private's sneaking form.
"I'm...sorry, Sir?" Was all Kowalski could say in response.
"Because if they aren't I need to get me some of that action! I'd never conceive of something so diabolical as to send Private, alone into an Ork encampment for his six month evaluation mission! Commendations all around if we pull this off and a new trophy for Lady Commander Tenry's garage." Skipper finished. "Did you brief the private on the common Ork vernacular?"
"Yes, Skipper." Kowalski started to smile, "Not sure he'll pass muster but it was the cutest thing I'd ever seen. We even put together something of a disguise for him, Sir."
"A disguise? I do love me a good disguise." Skipper said, turning back to his view from the ridge. "We'll get to see how the updated manual Lady Salnus wrote holds up."
"We did add a few modifications: more orange paint to go with the purple and wrote 'Ded Orky, No Beaky' on his chest and back. The manual mentioned the orange being a color of their larger 'Boyz' and purple is apparently a 'sneaky git' color." Kowalski read from the manual Orks and 'ow They iz: Volume Three By Primarch Serras Salnus, while making his own notations in the margins. "If this works I may submit a dissertation to the War College."
"Excellent work. Now drop that hunk of metal and help Rico setup those mortars, I want this place lit up like a Bastion Day parade when we pull out." Skippers hands clench slightly on his optics as he watched Private stride calmly to what would normally be certain doom.
~~~~Down in the valley~~~~
'Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear' was all Private could think as he made his way towards the teeming green mass of Orks in front of him. 'Don't worry, Private, just remember what Kowalski told you act tough and smash anything smaller than you and you'll be fine.' It still didn't stop him from sweating bullets behind his purple tinted helmet now complete with an rusted metal Ork emblem welded to the front.
"Oi! Wot's a flashy git loik you doin' outta da camp?" growled one of the larger Orks, waving his cleaver at Private.
"Uh, uhh None ah yooz biznis, ya ssnot luvvin git!" Private stammered while gesturing back with his own steel wedge.
"Wot'd you call me, you Gretchin humper!" The Ork snarled back, "I'z gunna kru-OOMph!"
Private pulled his choppa back from the caved in skull of the Ork "I'Z COME FER MAH BIKE, WHAT SOME SQUIG TOUCHER STOLE! UNLESS ONE O' YOU LOT WANT SOME MORE ARJY-BARJY YOUZ GONNA POINT THE WAY AN MAKE A HOLE!" He screamed, using the phrase Kowalski'd drilled into his head the last three weeks. 'Crystals aid me, that came out better than any of the rehearsals! This is gonna be great!'
~~~Back on the ridge~~~
"They grow up so fast." Skipper said to himself, wiping away an imaginary tear. "Rico, Kowalski, seems like the Private's got some real moxxy to him. Are those mortars ready?"
Kowalski and Rico took one last look at the thirty auto mortars they had finished rigging and aiming at the encampment. "Yes, Sir, I think we have just enough explosives to cover our escape."
"Escape? No one said anything about 'escaping' I fully intend to take that camp!" Rico grinned ferally at Skipper's words and starting rigging more mortars.
"But Sir, the debrief said to-" Kowalski started to say before Skipper cut him off, "The debrief said to reconnoiter the area and assess the situation. I reckon we can kick the asses off the situation and Private's evaluation is just the icing on the cake. Now, Rico! I see a small Vulcha squad down there that says I need my trap gun."
Rico looked down at the valley and saw the Vulcha squad milling about next to the small Warbiker Nob tent. He smiled as he saw Private successfully mounting one of the biggest warbikes and began to nod as he rooted around in the equipment bag before pulling out the Skipper's autocannon.
~~~Later in Lady Commander Tenry's briefing room~~~
"I distinctly recall the debrief stating to simply reconnoiter the area and report back any Ork activity. When you accepted the mission and requested your newest...recruit be given an evaluation I assumed he would be the one to write up the initial report NOT TEST YOUR THEORY THAT AN ASTARTES COULD 'WALTZ INTO AN ORK ENCAMPMENT BECAUSE THEY ARE TOO STUPID TO EXPECT IT!'" Lady Commander Tenry was not having a good day. In fact it was a terrible day of three distinct flavors of headache, all of whom were standing in front of her now. "Where is Private now and why is he not here with you?"
"Ma'am, Private is currently just outside your window with the spoils of our mission and awaiting your evaluation of his abilities as an Astartes of B-Team, Ma'am." Skipper intoned formally, though the tone was outdone by that damn smirk of his.
"We are ten stories up there is nothing he could...have that..." Tenry's eyes grew bigger and bigger as she saw and realized what exactly was outside her window: Private on a modified Ork Warbike with Eldar grav emitters. "Priv...Private has been evaluated exceedingly fit for duty. Get that beautiful thing to my personal garage and get out of my sight."
"YES MA'AM!" Chorused B-Team, snapping a salute before high-fiving each other as they hussled out of Tenry's office.
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And there is the second, of possibly many, adventure of the infamous B-Team.
I have also completed my second Tau Drone paint test. Here (left) it is. This one was basecoated with Vallejo Model Air Grey Blue which looks quite like GW's The Fang. The secondary color is Vallejo Model Air Yellow Ochre, since it looked quite like Averland Sunset from the other drone (right) and I wanted to see if I could use it since it'd be cheaper and, being airbrush paint, pretty much pre-thinned. Might have gotten too thin on the wet pallete. IDK. Let me know what yall think on both C&C welcome.
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Can we do lastech?
Sir LagsAlot
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It's maxed.
We could spend the integration actions on tech-sharing with the Eldar. Getting access to stuff like Lance's and holofields would be really useful and open up new avenues of research.
think we can improved it more i think navy Las-Tech is maxed
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What an amusing little skit. Just one problem, Tenry's not Lady Commander. *whispers* But don't let the actual Seventh Company Lady Commander know that. She might punish her Champion for insubordination.
You put on a nice, even coat and the paint contrasts well. I can see that color scheme of dark blue and yellow working well in a full army.
Yes, a fellow advocate of plan "Eldar Sharing is Caring." Plus at this point we're probably going to be known as the Eldar Fangirl amongst our brothers, might as well go all the way. One of the best things we could get was the aforementioned holofields. If we equip that for certain Marines we could be known as the Blue, Blur...............................................
You muva
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Electronics, Evasion and Explosives. We tagged all of them.
Sir LagsAlot
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Evasion is capped so we only have to level Electronics and Explosives.
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Wait a minute, I thought that the crystal goddess couldn't stop gods from making crystals related to their portfolio?
Sir LagsAlot
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Yep. But she can prevent the creation of Crystals outside of their domains.