The Long Night Part One: Embers in the Dusk: A Planetary Governor Quest (43k) Complete Sequel Up

[Superticus]

This is what it is like to be a Defence Station.

You are a oblate blob, a mound of flesh with no eyes, mouth, lungs, heart, or limbs. Your brain connects to the defence station's systems, taking in sensor and communications data, circuits converting it and sending it directly to you as a facsimile of sight and hearing to supply you an unrelenting torrent of data, and demanding a constant output of orders; a continuous strain on your mind that never stops. It never even slows down.

To the haemonculi, you are a true treasure, encased in a glass container at the centre of the station and on display like a crown jewel in a jewellery box, a shining beacon of agony boasting of their genius.
To any being capable of the barest shred of empathy, you are a horrific abomination, another cruel horror inflicted on the galaxy by the denizens of Commoragh and another in a long list of crimes.
You don't have an opinion beyond a vague feeling that things are not as they should be, and that once things were different to how they are now. Any part of you that was ever capable of actually wanting something independently of the directives streamed into your cortex was cut out and thrown away a long, long time ago. Or perhaps you are still technically capable of free will, but have simply forgotten under a near unrelenting barrage of electrically induced torture.

You have picked up an approaching fleet with your eyes in the void, consisting (now) of 415 ships of various sizes and shapes; some armed and some unarmed - an invasion force. Havoc has been wreaked upon them already by daring hit-and-run attacks by the more agile ships, taking out much of their mid-tonnage ships, leaving the heavier ones for you and the other more heavily armed stationary defence platforms. The approaching fleet is now close enough to scan optically and pick out detail; the symbols displayed on the ships stirs something deep within you, but you are not sure what. You have definitely seen these ships before, or ones like them, but not as you are now, and not only by the sillhouettes they loaded into your memory, coupled with classical conditioning so that you would recognise that these are your enemies.

You operate reaction control thrusters to rotate and bring your weapon batteries to bear on the approaching fleet, shooting dozens of small black holes. You take down dozens permanently and cripple dozens more as tidal forces from proximity break fragile interior components and liquefy crew.

In response, laser light jumps across the sky from their weapon batteries. Ten beams hit you directly, vaporising your exterior shell in wide circles and carving paths of space through you as the material used in construction ablates into the void.

And suddenly, for the first time in an eternity, you have peace.

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Sorry about terribleness. I am very tired. Going to sleep.

 

[TheAlteran]

Do Omake bonuses stack?

 

[Addio]

We're already in another damn war? What the hell.
~~~

Marching Two by Two


Frederick looks at the pict of Admiral Freyr, sent tight-beam across secure channels to the command room. The reduced bandwidth wrangles his image, but does nothing to hide the furious set of his brow.

"Losses are heavier than we hoped," says his brother-in-law. "Sensors mean nothing if we can't get out of the goddamn way before the torpedo hits. And they only need one." He sighs. "Worse than Fred in triple regicide."

"I'm right here," says Frederick.

"Aren't you lucky. This asshole knows ships like you know soldiers."

The reports are violent and clear, the eldar resorting to secrets untold to protect their nascent colony. Voidhead missiles annihilating entire decks, exotic particle beams with the speed of lasfire and the homing turn-radius of a seeker, darklight flechettes detonating like acid nebula. The eldar may have fallen, but they fell from heights of agony even the Imperium never reached.

"The mimic engine of theirs is a damn pain," he continues, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Messing with our lances every time they toggle it, but we're hot-sweeping continuously."

Champion Surt pops his neck, the sound carrying across the vox link. "The mimic field seems to produce a spacetime distortion. It might be interfering with the grav-lens of your heavy lances. I recognise the effect, although I never managed to control it under laboratory conditions."

"Any recommendations?"

The man from Muspelheim shakes his head. "Give me seven months and I might have a paper for the quarterly Universi. Try shifting power to the calcifier array; it should maintain the lens integrity."

Frederick is unfamiliar with the technology, but he's seen enough decoded STCs to understand the design philosophy of the ancients. Yet another problem solved by applying more power to inscrutable engineering. The last seed of knowledge, from a vast oak felled by a mighty storm. If they managed one thing for their descendants, it was simplifying the problems that plagued them to applications of quantity, reducing each field to general input, general output. Almost prescient, given the resulting galactic scuffle.

He remembers Tranth once opined on the beauty of the Standard Template. As pure a thought made real, a general function given shape, bridging an input of X to an output of Y. In one template, you can see the formulae that compose it, and hear the voice of the cosmos. It is as close to theoretical as the practical is permitted to reach.

And yet it breaks, said Frederick. And breaks often. I've had to replace my chainsword's teeth three times this month.

The principle of human operability. Without the need for the technology to be wielded by humans, without that axiom hardcoded into the primordial constructor, what might it have created? What might have it made, without humanity to hold it back?

And now they faced an enemy that had outstripped their ancestors twice over. Twenty thousand years ago, at the height of humanity, when they wielded the STC with impunity, there were the eldar among the stars. Twenty thousand years before that, when humans roamed the savage wilderness of Ur-th killing each other, before it became ancient and venerable Terra, there were the eldar among the stars.

Probably the same eldar, come to think of it. And by the way this battle was looking to go, in twenty thousand years that same eldar would still be kicking.

~~~

Two transports, thirty-four merchantmen. All around, nearly forty million soldiers, four million from Avernus. Dead in the void. In twenty thousand years, the Fjol system will have a new dust belt, rusted iron and blood.

Aelfric, aged and withered, has enough strength in his arms to slam the table. Frederick doesn't begrudge him the tantrum. Half the damn battlegroup's gone before they've even landed.

"Forty million gone," spits the general, "We haven't even made fucking planetfall." Belatedly, Frederick remembers that the Timeless Army composes the majority of the list.

He slouches back, knobbled knuckles gripping the armrest tightly. He notices Frederick hiding his scowl beneath a fist, and chuckles flatly. "You and me, Rotbart, we're army men. Got no business dying to the black. Boots on the ground, gun in your hand, that's the way to do it."

Frederick sighs. Whatever he feels, Abingdon the Eternal is feeling ninefold. If he can soldier on, so can he. "I'd rather not die at all, to be honest." Better to go in your sleep, he knows, than cut in half across the streets.

Aelfric laughs harshly. "Don't we fucking all."
~~~

AN: In STC, Ur-th is written ə- Θ, transliterated as primordial terra. They did try and produce an STC alphabet, for an STC language. But like all conlangs, it never caught on.

(isn't it great when things line up so well?)

In a universe that did not have a warp, STCs would probably stick to the entropy line as close as they could, performance statistics a straight damn line. STC uranium will discharge exactly half of its protons every 4.5 billion years, come hell or high water.

 

[Enjou]

Ok, here's my omake. I think it's suitably awesome.

A Bold and Unstoppable Plan​

Captain Hamish Alexander of the Sword Class Frigate Blade of Avernus was reviewing the situation. It was grim. The fleet had taken quite a bit of losses, and it would only take more once they reached the Dark Eldar defenses around Fjol IV. Those Defense Stations would likely be particularly nasty, and he could not help but try to plot some scheme to remove the advantage of the enemy. Then inspiration struck. It would cost him his ship, and maybe any future command if he survived, though more likely he'd die in the process, but it would be worth it in terms of the lives and ships he'd save if he could pull it off.

"Gentlemen, I have a bold and unstoppable plan." he announced quite calmly to the men on the bridge.

His First Lieutenant spoke up. "Sir, is this the kind of bold and unstoppable plan that involves sneaking past Necron boarders, boarding their ship through their own portals, and then blowing it up from the inside?"

He chuckled at that memory. That had been his finest hour when he had been among the crew of His Might, and had earned him his promotion, and much of his crew was recruited from the same ship. "Indeed it is! Though I'm afraid this one is quite a bit more of a suicide mission. Let the crew know. If there are any who would like to get in a lifeboat now then I will allow it."

---

Admiral Freyr looked at the chart and relative positions of the ships as they began to get in formation for the attack on the Dark Eldar defenses. Then he noticed an oddity. One of the Escorts was accelerating towards the enemy defenses.

"Comms, open up a channel to the Blade of Avernus. Tell them to get back into formation."

The communications officers quickly got to work, and then let him know immediately once they got in contact. "Admiral! They're responding. Putting on speaker."

"Admiral Freyr, this is First Lieutenant Hellman of the Blade of Avernus. Dark Eldar boarders managed to get on during the earlier attacks. They managed to sneak into our engine rooms and sabotaged them! We can't stop! Our captain is dead! They're... oh, by the Emperor! We can't close the section airlocks! They're..." *crackle* Nothing but static was heard after that.

"Sir!" Someone from sensors cried out. "We've detected a small explosion on the Blade of Avernus! The ship is venting atmosphere and powering down!" After a minute they provided additional information. "Only a single escape pod made it out."

His heart sunk. Those poor bastards. He would make the Dark Eldar pay. He ordered the retrieval of the lone escape pod, and then looked over at Ridcully to ask him if he foresaw any of the other vessels in the fleet might experience similar disasters, he was gobsmacked to see the man grinning ear to ear.

---

The Dark Eldar Admiral saw the report. One enemy Escort down, someone on the boarding crews having managed to do their jobs properly. The derelict ship would pass by the defenses well before the enemy fleet reached them and then harmlessly burn up in the planet's atmosphere. Satisfied, he ordered the defenses to conserve power and ammunition for the real threat.

---

Ridcully aside, nobody on either side expected what happened later as the Blade of Avernus drifted by one of the Dark Eldar Defense Stations. Captain Alexander had remembered the old adage that to fool one's enemies it was often necessary to fool one's allies. It powered up, and it's broadside weapons and point defense systems opening fire at nearly point blank range. Immense damage was incurred to the unsuspecting station in the areas that were hit. Once the Dark Eldar defenders figured out what was going on they opened fire, but in the chaos their sensors did not detect the numerous life boats and escape pods that had been ejected towards the holes that had been opened up in the surprise attack.

---

The commander of the Dark Eldar Defense Station grimaced at the damage reports. One measly mon-keigh Escort vessel had reduced the station's effectiveness by fifteen percent. His station could tear such ships apart with ease. At least the black hole generator was intact. That was this station's mightiest weapon, a remnant from the old Eldar empire. He then grinned, knowing the mon-keigh would know fear once they saw the might of the weapon. The enemy fleet would soon be in range, and the battle would begin. He sent the order to begin charging the weapon when he got a rather alarming report.

---

The assault teams of the Blade of Avernus broke through the defenders in a brief but bloody battle. The Dark Eldar hadn't anticipated boarders this early, and had let their guard down. Entering the chamber and clearing it out of remaining xenos, the remaining men looked at what they had found.

"What do you think it is, Sarge?" asked one private.

"All I know is that it looks big, important, expensive, and had a lot of filthy xenos guarding it." After a very brief moment of consideration, he nodded and made his decision. "Let's blow it up! Get the melta-charges out."

---

The commander could only gape in horror as the reports of sabotage across the station came in. But it was the last report that truly made him despair.

"Sir! The containment fields of the black hole generator have failed! Singularity forming inside the station!"

---

Admiral Freyr and his bridge crew saluted the brave men of the Blade of Avernus as their sensors reported the enemy Defense Station apparently imploding. The glorious bastards had done it! Would his brother-in-law's people never cease to amaze? He would ensure that their brave sacrifices would not be in vain.

"Men, let's win this thing! For the Emperor!"

---

The rescue crews opened up the sole escape pod from the Blade of Avernus to find a bound and screaming Captain Hamish Alexander.

"You sons of bitches! I was supposed to die with you! It was my bold and unstoppable suicide plan! Damnable mutinous assholes!"

 

[Valerian]

Alright, I'm new here, but I'm wondering why this wasn't suggested back in the planning stage.

Why are we sending in our merchantmen/convoy troops with our main fleet for the initial assault? We could have had them wait in a nearby system/ or in deep space and wait for the navy to kill the enemy fleet and blast a hole in the defenses. Then once, that is done, they could pull back to the edge of the system send a courier to fetch the troop ships and escort them back to the planet. Repairs on orbital defenses take years, so nothing would change from delaying a few days to move out of system to link with the transports and move back. Furthermore, any reinforcements that the enemy could have called for will more likely show up before the invasion starts thus giving us a better chance to retreat or make a new plan.

There is little reason for us to rush the campaign.

Durin, would this suggestion have worked, or would we have needed to have the naval training under our belt for it to have been considered?

 

[Nervos Belli]

Alright, I'm new here, but I'm wondering why this wasn't suggested back in the planning stage.

Why are we sending in our merchantmen/convoy troops with our main fleet for the initial assault? We could have had them wait in a nearby system/ or in deep space and wait for the navy to kill the enemy fleet and blast a hole in the defenses. Then once, that is done, they could pull back to the edge of the system send a courier to fetch the troop ships and escort them back to the planet. Repairs on orbital defenses take years, so nothing would change from delaying a few days to move out of system to link with the transports and move back. Furthermore, any reinforcements that the enemy could have called for will more likely show up before the invasion starts thus giving us a better chance to retreat or make a new plan.

There is little reason for us to rush the campaign.

Durin, would this suggestion have worked, or would we have needed to have the naval training under our belt for it to have been considered?

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DE have more manuverability and better sensors than we do. Chances are they'd just ambush and pick off our undefended transports. Putting them in the center of the fleet meant that the DE had to take casualties to kill them, at least.

 

[DragonParadox]

Alright, I'm new here, but I'm wondering why this wasn't suggested back in the planning stage.

Why are we sending in our merchantmen/convoy troops with our main fleet for the initial assault? We could have had them wait in a nearby system/ or in deep space and wait for the navy to kill the enemy fleet and blast a hole in the defenses. Then once, that is done, they could pull back to the edge of the system send a courier to fetch the troop ships and escort them back to the planet. Repairs on orbital defenses take years, so nothing would change from delaying a few days to move out of system to link with the transports and move back. Furthermore, any reinforcements that the enemy could have called for will more likely show up before the invasion starts thus giving us a better chance to retreat or make a new plan.

There is little reason for us to rush the campaign.

Durin, would this suggestion have worked, or would we have needed to have the naval training under our belt for it to have been considered?

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Roll for encounter: 6

Crafstworld Eldar or Tzeenchian Chaos cultists discover the unprotected merchantmen with bullshit divination and kill them all while he fleet was away.

 

[fasquardon]

+10(tech)

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Is this the bonus from the upgraded sensors?

And I really don't understand how casualties are calculated. Was the bonus from better sensors worth delaying the attack in the end?

fasquardon

 

[Sightsear]

Alright, I'm new here, but I'm wondering why this wasn't suggested back in the planning stage.

Why are we sending in our merchantmen/convoy troops with our main fleet for the initial assault? We could have had them wait in a nearby system/ or in deep space and wait for the navy to kill the enemy fleet and blast a hole in the defenses. Then once, that is done, they could pull back to the edge of the system send a courier to fetch the troop ships and escort them back to the planet. Repairs on orbital defenses take years, so nothing would change from delaying a few days to move out of system to link with the transports and move back. Furthermore, any reinforcements that the enemy could have called for will more likely show up before the invasion starts thus giving us a better chance to retreat or make a new plan.

There is little reason for us to rush the campaign.

Durin, would this suggestion have worked, or would we have needed to have the naval training under our belt for it to have been considered?

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This Is fairly easy to explain. We are unable to defeat the Dark Eldar fleet in total, and leaving the transports behind would mean that our warships would have to make the same trip three times, suffering heavy attrition on each run. As it is, we got our transports here, so now we're going to land forces and start chewing into the Dark Eldar's precious ground side facilities.

 

[Valerian]

DE have more manuverability and better sensors than we do. Chances are they'd just ambush and pick off our undefended transports. Putting them in the center of the fleet meant that the DE had to take casualties to kill them, at least.

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Ambush them where precisely? The plan I am suggesting would have the transports at least a day+ away in warp travel time, sitting in deep space (which is freaking massive btw). Besides, the initial attack by Imperial forces would seem like a raid and confuse the Dark Eldar since that is not Imperium SOP.

Roll for encounter: 6

Crafstworld Eldar or Tzeenchian Chaos cultists discover the unprotected merchantmen with bullshit divination and kill them all while he fleet was away.

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That could happen, but honestly a disaster could happen to the combined fleet as well.

This Is fairly easy to explain. We are unable to defeat the Dark Eldar fleet in total, and leaving the transports behind would mean that our warships would have to make the same trip three times, suffering heavy attrition on each run. As it is, we got our transports here, so now we're going to land forces and start chewing into the Dark Eldar's precious ground side facilities.

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That honestly depends on Dark Eldar fleet numbers, does it not? So far we have killed 92.3% of the original estimated Dark Eldar fleet, with another 6 cruisers and 30 escorts being tracked currently. If the Dark Eldar had enough ships to kill our fleet, they would have already done so. The attrition they have taken thus far has crippled them, by the final trip back to the planet, they would be unlikely to have anything at all left. Or if they didn't harass the Imperial fleet as it retreated from the "raid", then they would still have far fewer ships left to attack the now combined fleet of transports and warships.

Also, if the Imperial fleet did not have to focus on escorting the Troop transports in the initial assault, they would have far more operational flexibility to counter Dark Eldar harassment attacks since they do not have to guard anything. Escort missions are a pain and seriously restrict operational planning. An initial assault without that malus would be more effective.

Edit:
Or heck: Why not just have the navy launch an assault by itself on the dark eldar fleet while the invasion was getting assembled? Have the transports sit behind heavy orbital defenses at home while the Navy fights the Dark Eldar for a month or two and whittles them down to nothing.

 

[Dark as Silver]

Is this the bonus from the upgraded sensors?

And I really don't understand how casualties are calculated. Was the bonus from better sensors worth delaying the attack in the end?

fasquardon

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I don't think even Durin knows, it's some mix of who gets the better of the dice roll and the magnitude of the difference. This determines how many dice are rolled for kills I think, keeping in mind that different units do different amounts of damage based on quantity, quality and whatever Durin says. And then theres a further dice roll for a morale check which fail/succeeds at what seems to fairly arbitary, but is related troop quality, leadership and some other junk.

Except if the Phase Tigers are the ones fighting, in that case its automatically assumend that enemy kills are zero.

 

[Valerian]

On a separate note, in the unlikely event that Dark Eldar children are encountered (aged 0-10 yrs old) what will be the policy for the troops?

 

[Enjou]

On a separate note, in the unlikely event that Dark Eldar children are encountered (aged 0-10 yrs old) what will be the policy for the troops?

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They're likely reincarnated Dark Eldar with the personalities of their prior lives, so probably kill them.

 

[ebolasos]

On a separate note, in the unlikely event that Dark Eldar children are encountered (aged 0-10 yrs old) what will be the policy for the troops?

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Suffer not the xenos, burn them in the holy flame of the Emperor.

All dark elder are fucked up even the children, more so if the souls that escaped she who thirsts are now reincarnating again.

Besides dark elder don't really have children from what I recall, just clones and vat born.

 

[Valerian]

Suffer not the xenos, burn them in the holy flame of the Emperor.

All dark elder are fucked up even the children, more so if the souls that escaped she who thirsts are now reincarnating again.

Besides dark elder don't really have children from what I recall, just clones and vat born.

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Well that may normally be the case, but we aren't dealing with your typical Dark Eldar. They have colonized a world, weird shit has happened to their relationship with Slannesh and the other Chaos Gods, etc. We are in the dark now since the old status quo has been shattered.

 

[Durin]

Ok, here's my omake. I think it's suitably awesome.

A Bold and Unstoppable Plan​

Captain Hamish Alexander of the Sword Class Frigate Blade of Avernus was reviewing the situation. It was grim. The fleet had taken quite a bit of losses, and it would only take more once they reached the Dark Eldar defenses around Fjol IV. Those Defense Stations would likely be particularly nasty, and he could not help but try to plot some scheme to remove the advantage of the enemy. Then inspiration struck. It would cost him his ship, and maybe any future command if he survived, though more likely he'd die in the process, but it would be worth it in terms of the lives and ships he'd save if he could pull it off.

"Gentlemen, I have a bold and unstoppable plan." he announced quite calmly to the men on the bridge.

His First Lieutenant spoke up. "Sir, is this the kind of bold and unstoppable plan that involves sneaking past Necron boarders, boarding their ship through their own portals, and then blowing it up from the inside?"

He chuckled at that memory. That had been his finest hour when he had been among the crew of His Might, and had earned him his promotion, and much of his crew was recruited from the same ship. "Indeed it is! Though I'm afraid this one is quite a bit more of a suicide mission. Let the crew know. If there are any who would like to get in a lifeboat now then I will allow it."

---

Admiral Freyr looked at the chart and relative positions of the ships as they began to get in formation for the attack on the Dark Eldar defenses. Then he noticed an oddity. One of the Escorts was accelerating towards the enemy defenses.

"Comms, open up a channel to the Blade of Avernus. Tell them to get back into formation."

The communications officers quickly got to work, and then let him know immediately once they got in contact. "Admiral! They're responding. Putting on speaker."

"Admiral Freyr, this is First Lieutenant Hellman of the Blade of Avernus. Dark Eldar boarders managed to get on during the earlier attacks. They managed to sneak into our engine rooms and sabotaged them! We can't stop! Our captain is dead! They're... oh, by the Emperor! We can't close the section airlocks! They're..." *crackle* Nothing but static was heard after that.

"Sir!" Someone from sensors cried out. "We've detected a small explosion on the Blade of Avernus! The ship is venting atmosphere and powering down!" After a minute they provided additional information. "Only a single escape pod made it out."

His heart sunk. Those poor bastards. He would make the Dark Eldar pay. He ordered the retrieval of the lone escape pod, and then looked over at Ridcully to ask him if he foresaw any of the other vessels in the fleet might experience similar disasters, he was gobsmacked to see the man grinning ear to ear.

---

The Dark Eldar Admiral saw the report. One enemy Escort down, someone on the boarding crews having managed to do their jobs properly. The derelict ship would pass by the defenses well before the enemy fleet reached them and then harmlessly burn up in the planet's atmosphere. Satisfied, he ordered the defenses to conserve power and ammunition for the real threat.

---

Ridcully aside, nobody on either side expected what happened later as the Blade of Avernus drifted by one of the Dark Eldar Defense Stations. Captain Alexander had remembered the old adage that to fool one's enemies it was often necessary to fool one's allies. It powered up, and it's broadside weapons and point defense systems opening fire at nearly point blank range. Immense damage was incurred to the unsuspecting station in the areas that were hit. Once the Dark Eldar defenders figured out what was going on they opened fire, but in the chaos their sensors did not detect the numerous life boats and escape pods that had been ejected towards the holes that had been opened up in the surprise attack.

---

The commander of the Dark Eldar Defense Station grimaced at the damage reports. One measly mon-keigh Escort vessel had reduced the station's effectiveness by fifteen percent. His station could tear such ships apart with ease. At least the black hole generator was intact. That was this station's mightiest weapon, a remnant from the old Eldar empire. He then grinned, knowing the mon-keigh would know fear once they saw the might of the weapon. The enemy fleet would soon be in range, and the battle would begin. He sent the order to begin charging the weapon when he got a rather alarming report.

---

The assault teams of the Blade of Avernus broke through the defenders in a brief but bloody battle. The Dark Eldar hadn't anticipated boarders this early, and had let their guard down. Entering the chamber and clearing it out of remaining xenos, the remaining men looked at what they had found.

"What do you think it is, Sarge?" asked one private.

"All I know is that it looks big, important, expensive, and had a lot of filthy xenos guarding it." After a very brief moment of consideration, he nodded and made his decision. "Let's blow it up! Get the melta-charges out."

---

The commander could only gape in horror as the reports of sabotage across the station came in. But it was the last report that truly made him despair.

"Sir! The containment fields of the black hole generator have failed! Singularity forming inside the station!"

---

Admiral Freyr and his bridge crew saluted the brave men of the Blade of Avernus as their sensors reported the enemy Defense Station apparently imploding. The glorious bastards had done it! Would his brother-in-law's people never cease to amaze? He would ensure that their brave sacrifices would not be in vain.

"Men, let's win this thing! For the Emperor!"

---

The rescue crews opened up the sole escape pod from the Blade of Avernus to find a bound and screaming Captain Hamish Alexander.

"You sons of bitches! I was supposed to die with you! It was my bold and unstoppable suicide plan! Damnable mutinous assholes!"

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ok
cause 1 HP damage to Black Hole Defence Station for Omake

Durin threw 1 100-faced dice. Reason: Omake Total: 13

 

[Jadankorr]

Shrug, we probably should be expecting really weird crap to happen here. Durin already said he chose the enemy for plot purposes. There might be an *Eldar Interrupt or even *Ynnead Interrupt later on.

 

[ebolasos]

Well that may normally be the case, but we aren't dealing with your typical Dark Eldar. They have colonized a world, weird shit has happened to their relationship with Slannesh and the other Chaos Gods, etc. We are in the dark now since the old status quo has been shattered.

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I don't think you quite understand, Elder after Slannesh was born had a choice, become normal elder or continue there old shit of hedonistic bullshit, guess what they choose.

So with that in mind they are willing to still do the shit that caused a fucking chaos god to be born we have no reason to believe that they have or will ever change how they act even with the current cirumstances changing.

ok
cause 1 HP damage to Black Hole Defence Station for Omake

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I guess it failed?

 

[Enjou]

I guess it failed?

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It's because he used the evil forum dice roller - it hates the players. Everyone knows that.

 

[Durin]

I don't think you quite understand, Elder after Slannesh was born had a choice, become normal elder or continue there old shit of hedonistic bullshit, guess what they choose.

So with that in mind they are willing to still do the shit that caused a fucking chaos god to be born we have no reason to believe that they have or will ever change how they act even with the current cirumstances changing.



I guess it failed?

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yes it did

 

[Ruirk]

I'd say use Invisiblecastle...but that fucking site is always down for some reason. Too bad considering I and many others love that diceroller.

 

[Vlad]

Dice hates SV.

Vlad threw 1 100-faced dice. Total: 37

 

[OneirosTheWriter]

If it had rolled a Nat 100, it probably would have actually created that singularity, collapsed the planet and the rest of the Imperial Trust Fleet.

Let's count our blessings.

 

[Enjou]

Anyways @durin, any bonuses for the other omakes? (I think you missed the one Superticus wrote, as it's not indexed)

 

[Nervos Belli]

If it had rolled a Nat 100, it probably would have actually created that singularity, collapsed the planet and the rest of the Imperial Trust Fleet.

Let's count our blessings.

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And in the old Imperium, that would still probably count as a victory.