Interrogator (40k)
- Thread starter Hiver
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AI: "Don't shoot me! It's the Inquisition guy you want, I'm just a bystand-bzzzzt"
Tezzeret: "In all fairness I was probably just going to shoot the AI on general principles once we landed, anyway."
- Location
- USA
Tezzeret is who the idiom "Out of the frying pan and into the fire" was coined for.
Tisaku
Head Chief Thinkomancer
Straps
Iridium Flare
Cyborg Commando
- Location
- AC-130 Gunship circling overhead
Nothing can ever be easy, can it.
I realize it's been almost a month, but I'd like to add that the 40k wikia says that "A Shoota fires either massive, large calibre bullets or explosive shells, or even a mixture of both." and "Shootas are the Ork equivalent to the standard Space Marine Bolters".
So they don't use actual bolt rounds, which are significantly more advanced and designed to penetrate before exploding, but they do use huge explosive shells which have pretty much the same effect against soft targets.
The main difference is that Shootas with explosive shells likely can't penetrate heavy armor as well as bolters can.
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I slowly became aware. First thing that came to mind was that everything hurt. My head, my shoulders, my sides and…
Opening my eyes, I found that at least some explanation to that was the fact that I was hanging upside down, the harness keeping me against the seat.
Feeling around for my knife, I couldn't help but feel surprised to be alive. Say what you want about the T'au, but they fairly built solidly.
I tried to go for my knife, trying to reach it. I was sitting on the damn thing, I could just about… my fingers brushed the handle as a voice from outside caused me to freeze.
Somebody was talking, I couldn't make out the words, but there was somebody out there.
Shit.
Damn it, give me that…
Twisting in my seat, I just about managed to slowly pull my knife, working it into my hand with my fingers before putting it to the first of the straps, starting to saw through it.
Slowly.
Damn it! Fucking T'au built crap! Break damn it!
Seriously, what retard made a crash harness cut resistant!?
Sawing through the first strap, I started on the second as the voices started to get closer.
"-ooks like one of the bluey fliers."
"Any bluey inside?"
"Go have a look, I'ma check the other rooms."
Loyalists or Heretics? Which side shot us down? Had we still been over rebel areas? Or had we passed over Imperial held space?
Oh, who am I kidding, I'm not lucky enough for it to be anything but heretics. I worked to cut faster.
Snap.
One strap. I got to work on the second one, I heard somebody outside. If I could… if I could get free before he could look inside, maybe I could hide. Next to the opening. Ambush if he went inside, hide if not.
Come on. Come on!
Snap.
One more! I shifted, starting to saw through it as fast as I possibly could. I looked towards the opening. Come on. Come on. Come on!
Movement.
Shit!
He was a large man, wearing a set of PDF armor, but… the sleeves were torn off and the Imperial Aquila… it had been scratched off and in it's place was another symbol, almost looked like an infinity symbol made up of a snake.
I quickly pulled my laspistol and shot him before he could shout or raise his lasgun.
He fell backwards like a puppet with its strings cut.
"What the hell was that!? Kally! Was that you that fired!?"
I kept working the strap.
The strap snapped and I dropped hard, just managing to avoid landing on my head, bouncing off the side of the aircar and rolling out of the hole in the side, just barely able to raise my arm in time to avoid slamming my head against the jagged edge.
I twisted, taking aim at the door as it opened to reveal another big man, clearly another local from his build. His lasgun raised and tracking, but he aimed too high and I shot him through the head before he could aim down at me.
His finger squeezed the trigger, stitching lasbolts at full auto across the wrecked room, tearing across the room, blasting chunks out of the walls and what remained off the furniture.
He dropped, falling backwards, collapsing down a set of stairs.
I took a slow deep breath and let it back out again before I groaned and slowly climbed to my feet, holstering my laspistol before I walked over and picked up… presumably Kally's lasgun. It didn't have the Imperial Aquila on it anymore.
I muttered a quick and very abbreviated sanctifying prayer over it and hoped the machine-spirit of it wasn't corrupted, but they usually liked me, so I might as well risk it.
Digging through his pockets, I found a single more powercell and quickly slipped it into my webbing before I turned and started down the stairs, lasgun tracking.
I really doubt these idiots were the only ones here, most likely they were part of a larger group, maybe some sort of occupying force, keeping the villagers in line.
Getting out of the village would not the easiest thing. But if I could get away from the building without getting spotted before they found the bodies, then I had a chance.
Sweeping the lower floor, I moved to glance out one of the broken windows. Just in time to see a squad of troopers heading down the street outside, looking way too organized for my liking.
Somebody had heard the shots.
I didn't bother watching, I just turned and ran further into the building, looking for a way out.
Opening my eyes, I found that at least some explanation to that was the fact that I was hanging upside down, the harness keeping me against the seat.
Feeling around for my knife, I couldn't help but feel surprised to be alive. Say what you want about the T'au, but they fairly built solidly.
I tried to go for my knife, trying to reach it. I was sitting on the damn thing, I could just about… my fingers brushed the handle as a voice from outside caused me to freeze.
Somebody was talking, I couldn't make out the words, but there was somebody out there.
Shit.
Damn it, give me that…
Twisting in my seat, I just about managed to slowly pull my knife, working it into my hand with my fingers before putting it to the first of the straps, starting to saw through it.
Slowly.
Damn it! Fucking T'au built crap! Break damn it!
Seriously, what retard made a crash harness cut resistant!?
Sawing through the first strap, I started on the second as the voices started to get closer.
"-ooks like one of the bluey fliers."
"Any bluey inside?"
"Go have a look, I'ma check the other rooms."
Loyalists or Heretics? Which side shot us down? Had we still been over rebel areas? Or had we passed over Imperial held space?
Oh, who am I kidding, I'm not lucky enough for it to be anything but heretics. I worked to cut faster.
Snap.
One strap. I got to work on the second one, I heard somebody outside. If I could… if I could get free before he could look inside, maybe I could hide. Next to the opening. Ambush if he went inside, hide if not.
Come on. Come on!
Snap.
One more! I shifted, starting to saw through it as fast as I possibly could. I looked towards the opening. Come on. Come on. Come on!
Movement.
Shit!
He was a large man, wearing a set of PDF armor, but… the sleeves were torn off and the Imperial Aquila… it had been scratched off and in it's place was another symbol, almost looked like an infinity symbol made up of a snake.
I quickly pulled my laspistol and shot him before he could shout or raise his lasgun.
He fell backwards like a puppet with its strings cut.
"What the hell was that!? Kally! Was that you that fired!?"
I kept working the strap.
The strap snapped and I dropped hard, just managing to avoid landing on my head, bouncing off the side of the aircar and rolling out of the hole in the side, just barely able to raise my arm in time to avoid slamming my head against the jagged edge.
I twisted, taking aim at the door as it opened to reveal another big man, clearly another local from his build. His lasgun raised and tracking, but he aimed too high and I shot him through the head before he could aim down at me.
His finger squeezed the trigger, stitching lasbolts at full auto across the wrecked room, tearing across the room, blasting chunks out of the walls and what remained off the furniture.
He dropped, falling backwards, collapsing down a set of stairs.
I took a slow deep breath and let it back out again before I groaned and slowly climbed to my feet, holstering my laspistol before I walked over and picked up… presumably Kally's lasgun. It didn't have the Imperial Aquila on it anymore.
I muttered a quick and very abbreviated sanctifying prayer over it and hoped the machine-spirit of it wasn't corrupted, but they usually liked me, so I might as well risk it.
Digging through his pockets, I found a single more powercell and quickly slipped it into my webbing before I turned and started down the stairs, lasgun tracking.
I really doubt these idiots were the only ones here, most likely they were part of a larger group, maybe some sort of occupying force, keeping the villagers in line.
Getting out of the village would not the easiest thing. But if I could get away from the building without getting spotted before they found the bodies, then I had a chance.
Sweeping the lower floor, I moved to glance out one of the broken windows. Just in time to see a squad of troopers heading down the street outside, looking way too organized for my liking.
Somebody had heard the shots.
I didn't bother watching, I just turned and ran further into the building, looking for a way out.
Also, just for reference, throwing away your weapon because you ran out of ammo packs is a horrible idea.
It's even worse because he's using a lasgun. You know, the family of weapons whose powerpacks you can recharge using sunlight?
Please stop ditching your rechargeable magazines when reloading. You're not supposed to ditch your magazines, period, unless that split second it takes to put it away in a pouch is really important. It's harder to source magazines for your specific gun than it is to find bullets in the right caliber to reload them with.
You're supposed to keep the magazines on you, and reload them manually after the fight is over for the next battle in the mission/campaign. In this case, that would mean putting the charge packs out in the sun or near a source of heat. Some Guardsmen even put them into campfires to charge them quickly, although that's frowned upon by the AdMech.
Imperial Guard are only issued one or two charge packs. A Guardsman who throws away their charge packs is likely to either die in the next battle or get executed by the Commissar.
It's even worse because he's using a lasgun. You know, the family of weapons whose powerpacks you can recharge using sunlight?
Please stop ditching your rechargeable magazines when reloading. You're not supposed to ditch your magazines, period, unless that split second it takes to put it away in a pouch is really important. It's harder to source magazines for your specific gun than it is to find bullets in the right caliber to reload them with.
You're supposed to keep the magazines on you, and reload them manually after the fight is over for the next battle in the mission/campaign. In this case, that would mean putting the charge packs out in the sun or near a source of heat. Some Guardsmen even put them into campfires to charge them quickly, although that's frowned upon by the AdMech.
Imperial Guard are only issued one or two charge packs. A Guardsman who throws away their charge packs is likely to either die in the next battle or get executed by the Commissar.
Tisaku
Head Chief Thinkomancer
extra
-And guess who trained him? Do you really thing a space marine, and a blueberry at that, would teach him that poorly?-
Tranquil Zebra
Equid of Peerless Tranquility
- Location
- Norway
Yeah, this annoyed me as well. I could understand not putting the mag in the dump pouch if he was actually carrying that chain sword he was trained on in his right hand, but not keeping the empties in case you get stranded in a dark cave with only your laspistol, empties and a handcrank charger seems shortsighted. Of course, I also think the whole "If I ever need more than six shots I'm fucked anyway" idea seems sort of weird. If they cranked the power down to give a capacity of 20, that would make far more sense to me.
Tezzerate has his Laspistol adjusted for more energy in fewer shots, which is understandable, since as part of the Inquisition he has a high likelyhood of running into Nids, Orks, Chaos mutants, or other things that are fairly tough and he'd rather they go down with the first shot than have to spend the time to shoot them repeatedly (time that the target and/or their allies would be spending trying to make Tez dead)
- Location
- Oblivion
It... Doesn't functionally matter...
If I remember right, mechanically speaking that sort of upgrade only gives you the equivalent of +1 to penetration. Which is why so much of the Inquisition instead uses Hellpistols. Which is that sort of upgrade but all around better and actually capable of punching through Space Marine level armor.
Depends on the system. In FFG systems a hot-shot pack gives the weapon tearing and increases the penetration to 4 if it's not already higher. But also only gets one shot per pack, so I doubt what he has is as extreme of a modification. Then again, that modification is done to the pack, not the gun, somehow...
Meanwhile Hellpistols get 40 shots from a 10kg power pack that you wear on your belt, and require a power cable. The pack doesn't go in the gun. On the other hand, they have pen 7, and a couple more points of base damage.
I'd love to compare the shots per kg, but the RT book doesn't give the weight of a standard las pack. If we assume it's about a kg, then a hellpistol gets 6% as many shots/kg of ammo as a standard laspistol, but 400% as many as a standard las pistol with hotshot packs. Which isn't unreasonable, the hotshot packs are an attempt to use cheaper tech to get the same damage output as the expensive tech. It's bulky and unrefined, but it works.
- Location
- Oblivion
Yup, for a normally 1d10+2 Pen 0 weapon, turning it into a 1d10+4 Pen 7 weapon is really the difference between being able to hurt a moderately armored enemy and not.
Mind you, Tezzeret is pretty massively under-geared in general for a Legate Investigator...
At a minimum for the original mission as outlined you would want an Armored Coat, Grapple Launcher, a Hardened Body Glove, a Hellpistol, and a Vox Thief.
While the suggested loadout would be something like that plus some Skyeye's, a Cameleoline Cloak, a Warding Amulet, and some Grenades.
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Lasbolts blasted into the masonry next to me and dove around the corner. Pulling the powercell and putting it in my harness, I slapped the only replacement into the lasgun before I poked it around the corner and returned fire for a second.
Turning, I started to run again. Everytime I fired back, things slacked slightly and I gained some ground. But there were a lot more of them. Every time it was a serious risk of getting flanked or have another group move around ahead of me.
If this kept up, it was just a matter of time before somebody got a lucky shot and then I'm fucked. I needed to lose these maniacs and get out of the town!
Turning the corner, I turned in an open door at a full run, running through the building and shouldering the half open door aside on the other side.
Good thing about the vox interference, at least these guys didn't have coms and could call ahead for somebody to intercept me either.
I ran across the street and into the alley between a pair of broken brick buildings that looked like they had taken direct artillery hits. I scrambled over a pile of debri and slid down the other side.
Where. Where…
There.
I made my way to the door at the end of the valley. Damn it, if I had a grenade I could have made them think twice about following me. Maybe even set a trap, I had seen plenty of strings and metal wire.
I tried the handle.
But I didn't have one, so the matter was moot.
Locked.
Fuck.
Pulling back, I took aim and blasted the lock out of the door before making my way inside, scanning for enemies as I kicked the door closed behind me as I slowly moved into the darkness, trying to see the best I could.
If I could get out of this building and then I switch and move west and leave as little tracks as I could, maybe I could lose them.
The dark corridor ended in another door up a small set of stairs. I silently moved up them and felt the handle.
Open.
I slowly opened the door, flinching at the slight creak as it slowly swung open and I slowly moved through, lasgun raised and scanning.
The room was filled with… chairs and mirrors by low tables. What is this place?
I slowly moved on towards the next room, pushing it open to show another corridor, this one with more doors.
Not bothering to check them on the theory that anything important will be at the end of the corridor, I made my way to it and pushed the door open, finding myself in a room filled with ropes stretching up into the darkness and fabric at one side.
Theater? If that's the case, there should be a main exit as well as a bunch of fire exits. With some luck, they will be clearly marked.
I just needed to find one that wasn't obvious and then silently make my way away.
Pushing through the fabric, I walked out onto a stage, my weapon raised.
There were a bunch of tables facing the stage along with couches. At the middle of this stage there was a metal pole.
Ah.
That kind of theater.
I dropped down from the stage and then frowned, looking towards the bar. That mean… assuming it hasn't been completely looted…
It only took a couple of seconds to check, but it was completely dry of anything useful. Which was a pity, I could have made a cocktail.
Of the molotov variety.
Strong alcohol wasn't as optimal for it as something more burnable like promethium, but it should have worked. But I suppose that sort of thing would have been looted first, before ammo and fuel even.
I moved towards the closest exit and found the door missing.
I peeked outside, not seeing anyone. Okay then, Just move on and then-
I had barely walked out onto the street and headed west before I heard shouting and the sound of rubbing boots behind me.
Breaking into a run, I kicked in the door of the next building only to find myself face to face with a very large and equally unwashed man carrying a lasgun.
We almost ran into each other and he was clearly as surprised to see me as I was to see him. He yelled, "Death to the emp-" before I hit him in the face with the butt of my lasgun, causing him to stumble back, his hand going to clutch his broken and bleeding mouth.
I spun my lasgun around and shot him through the throat before diving forward as heavy stubber fire ripped through the wall, chewing a groove through the room before letting off.
I scrambled forward behind a wall, trying to catch my breath for a second before I ran for the stairs and the door at the top of them. Somebody ran inside behind me and I turned, hitting the door with my back as I opened up at full auto, two men at the bottom of the stairs going down.
And I fell way further than I had expected.
I couldn't help but scream as the door fell away above me and then I hit something hard enough for everything to fade towards dark for a moment before being replaced by pain as I was surrounded in a cloud of dust.
I just laid there, struggling to breath, my side hurting, my head hurting as I looked up at the blue sky through what used to be the roof of the house and now it was just open sky. No secondary story at the end of the stairs. No floor either. I was back on the bottom floor.
I coughed and my side had a very long shooting sharp pain running through it. That was a broken rib if I ever felt one. And I had. Bruised at the very least.
The sound of boots outside the door to the room and then somebody slammed into it. It rattled but held.
Coughing, I slowly started to climb to my feet, dust clogging the air and making my eyes tear up. Or maybe it was the pain or just the situation as a whole.
"Emperor…" I started quietly as I struggled to get off my knees as the door rattled again, "Holy God-Emperor on Earth… Big E… Emps… I know you… don't do this sort of thing. Much too-" I broke off coughing again, pain shooting through my side as I picked up my lasgun, "-busy keeping the galaxy spinning. And much more important battles. I'm not a religious man, not really, but I-"
The door rattled again from a heavy impact.
"I'm trying to save this planet, this entire sector. For Humanity. I could really use a hand here. Please. Help me."
I raised my lasgun towards the door and pulled the trigger. The weapon sparked and made a whining sound, but nothing else.
Not only out of power, but broken.
"...Guess not," I said quietly, tossing it to the side and pulling my laspistol and knife as the door rattled again. After everything I've gone through, I'm not dying here.
If these heretics wanted my life, they better be ready to pay for it.
Turning, I started to run again. Everytime I fired back, things slacked slightly and I gained some ground. But there were a lot more of them. Every time it was a serious risk of getting flanked or have another group move around ahead of me.
If this kept up, it was just a matter of time before somebody got a lucky shot and then I'm fucked. I needed to lose these maniacs and get out of the town!
Turning the corner, I turned in an open door at a full run, running through the building and shouldering the half open door aside on the other side.
Good thing about the vox interference, at least these guys didn't have coms and could call ahead for somebody to intercept me either.
I ran across the street and into the alley between a pair of broken brick buildings that looked like they had taken direct artillery hits. I scrambled over a pile of debri and slid down the other side.
Where. Where…
There.
I made my way to the door at the end of the valley. Damn it, if I had a grenade I could have made them think twice about following me. Maybe even set a trap, I had seen plenty of strings and metal wire.
I tried the handle.
But I didn't have one, so the matter was moot.
Locked.
Fuck.
Pulling back, I took aim and blasted the lock out of the door before making my way inside, scanning for enemies as I kicked the door closed behind me as I slowly moved into the darkness, trying to see the best I could.
If I could get out of this building and then I switch and move west and leave as little tracks as I could, maybe I could lose them.
The dark corridor ended in another door up a small set of stairs. I silently moved up them and felt the handle.
Open.
I slowly opened the door, flinching at the slight creak as it slowly swung open and I slowly moved through, lasgun raised and scanning.
The room was filled with… chairs and mirrors by low tables. What is this place?
I slowly moved on towards the next room, pushing it open to show another corridor, this one with more doors.
Not bothering to check them on the theory that anything important will be at the end of the corridor, I made my way to it and pushed the door open, finding myself in a room filled with ropes stretching up into the darkness and fabric at one side.
Theater? If that's the case, there should be a main exit as well as a bunch of fire exits. With some luck, they will be clearly marked.
I just needed to find one that wasn't obvious and then silently make my way away.
Pushing through the fabric, I walked out onto a stage, my weapon raised.
There were a bunch of tables facing the stage along with couches. At the middle of this stage there was a metal pole.
Ah.
That kind of theater.
I dropped down from the stage and then frowned, looking towards the bar. That mean… assuming it hasn't been completely looted…
It only took a couple of seconds to check, but it was completely dry of anything useful. Which was a pity, I could have made a cocktail.
Of the molotov variety.
Strong alcohol wasn't as optimal for it as something more burnable like promethium, but it should have worked. But I suppose that sort of thing would have been looted first, before ammo and fuel even.
I moved towards the closest exit and found the door missing.
I peeked outside, not seeing anyone. Okay then, Just move on and then-
I had barely walked out onto the street and headed west before I heard shouting and the sound of rubbing boots behind me.
Breaking into a run, I kicked in the door of the next building only to find myself face to face with a very large and equally unwashed man carrying a lasgun.
We almost ran into each other and he was clearly as surprised to see me as I was to see him. He yelled, "Death to the emp-" before I hit him in the face with the butt of my lasgun, causing him to stumble back, his hand going to clutch his broken and bleeding mouth.
I spun my lasgun around and shot him through the throat before diving forward as heavy stubber fire ripped through the wall, chewing a groove through the room before letting off.
I scrambled forward behind a wall, trying to catch my breath for a second before I ran for the stairs and the door at the top of them. Somebody ran inside behind me and I turned, hitting the door with my back as I opened up at full auto, two men at the bottom of the stairs going down.
And I fell way further than I had expected.
I couldn't help but scream as the door fell away above me and then I hit something hard enough for everything to fade towards dark for a moment before being replaced by pain as I was surrounded in a cloud of dust.
I just laid there, struggling to breath, my side hurting, my head hurting as I looked up at the blue sky through what used to be the roof of the house and now it was just open sky. No secondary story at the end of the stairs. No floor either. I was back on the bottom floor.
I coughed and my side had a very long shooting sharp pain running through it. That was a broken rib if I ever felt one. And I had. Bruised at the very least.
The sound of boots outside the door to the room and then somebody slammed into it. It rattled but held.
Coughing, I slowly started to climb to my feet, dust clogging the air and making my eyes tear up. Or maybe it was the pain or just the situation as a whole.
"Emperor…" I started quietly as I struggled to get off my knees as the door rattled again, "Holy God-Emperor on Earth… Big E… Emps… I know you… don't do this sort of thing. Much too-" I broke off coughing again, pain shooting through my side as I picked up my lasgun, "-busy keeping the galaxy spinning. And much more important battles. I'm not a religious man, not really, but I-"
The door rattled again from a heavy impact.
"I'm trying to save this planet, this entire sector. For Humanity. I could really use a hand here. Please. Help me."
I raised my lasgun towards the door and pulled the trigger. The weapon sparked and made a whining sound, but nothing else.
Not only out of power, but broken.
"...Guess not," I said quietly, tossing it to the side and pulling my laspistol and knife as the door rattled again. After everything I've gone through, I'm not dying here.
If these heretics wanted my life, they better be ready to pay for it.
- Location
- Somewhere North of south
Damn it, one day it'll work.
- Location
- England
Emps: Me dammit, I've got over a million inhabited planets to take care of!
- Location
- Oblivion
How the hell!?
You can literally beat an Ork to death with a lasgun and it will keep working afterwords. There's no way a fall should have broken it.
- Location
- Somewhere North of south
Chaos shenanigans broke the lazgun.How the hell!?
You can literally beat an Ork to death with a lasgun and it will keep working afterwords. There's no way a fall should have broken it.
- Location
- Belgium
The Emperor heard his prayer and said Nah.How the hell!?
You can literally beat an Ork to death with a lasgun and it will keep working afterwords. There's no way a fall should have broken it.
Molusk if somthing is wrong blame molusk... and eldar they too always are at foult.How the hell!?
You can literally beat an Ork to death with a lasgun and it will keep working afterwords. There's no way a fall should have broken it.
Let this be a lesson: Shoot first, then yell "Death to the Emperor."
The order is important.
Tisaku
Head Chief Thinkomancer
-How do they make light bend?
debris
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