WARHAMMER 40,000: A Thousand Tiny Suns (40k/Exalted Crossover!)

IA! IA! SHE IS COME! PRAISE THE FIRST TWILIGHT!
FORTY ONE TWENTY TWO
First Natural Magos, the Golden Chemist, Mistress of Gravitics, Herald of the Thousand Starred Sky, Warptamer

ESSENCE: *
XP TO ESSENCE **: 24/50

ATTRIBUTES
Strength​
Dexterity​
Stamina​
Perception​
Intelligence​
Wits​
Appearance​
Charisma​
Manipulation​
***​
*****​
*​
***​
*****​
***​
*****​
*​
*​

ABILITIES
FAVORED/CASTE?​
ABILITY​
LEVEL​
FAVORED/CASTE?​
ABILITY​
LEVEL​
NOT​
Archery​
*​
FAVORED​
Melee (Lens Lance)​
*****(*)​
FAVORED​
Athletics
**​
CASTE​
Occult​
***​
FAVORED​
Awareness (Join Battle)
***(*)​
NOT​
Performance​
-​
NOT​
Brawl​
-​
FAVORED​
Presence​
*****​
CASTE​
Bureaucracy
-​
NOT​
Resistance​
-​
NOT​
Dodge​
***​
FAVORED​
Ride (Gita)
****(*)​
CASTE​
Integrity
**​
NOT​
Stealth​
-​
NOT​
Investigation
-​
NOT​
Sail​
-​
NOT​
Larceny​
-
NOT​
Socialize​
-​
NOT​
Linguistics
*​
NOT​
Larceny​
-​
CASTE​
Lore
****​
NOT​
Survival​
-​
CASTE​
Medicine
****​
NOT​
Thrown​
-​
-​
-​
-​
NOT​
War
-​
SUPERNAL CRAFT FOCUSES
CRAFT: Chemistry
*****​
CRAFT: Armorer
***​
CRAFT: Artifacts
*****​
CRAFT: ???
-​

MERITS
ARTIFACT (*****) - THE LENS LANCE
DESCRIPTION: Forged in a heartbeat, lurking within the machine for ten thousand years, the fury and spirit of a barely tamed gravitic imploder lance - long mistaken for and used as an agrav system aboard an orbital habitat - has been once more aroused to the glory of battle. Though her functions are as of yet locked behind codewalls and mystery, she remains a terrifying weapon in the hands of a skilled warrior. Her legend will burn across the galaxy.

FAMILIAR (**) - GITTA, THE EVER LOYAL
DESCRIPTION: They say the Kriegers pour their hearts into their horses - but beyond their world, none know their mounts as anything but numbers on an Administratum file. Gitta will change that. Ia! Ia! Praise her! Praise Sainted Gitta, The Ever Loyal! Ia! Ia!

TEMPERED BY THE ELEMENTS (**) - DAUGHTER OF VATS, BORN OF WAR
DESCRIPTION: Though fading into seeming insignificance in the glorious dawn of a new age, the first Twilight to walk the galaxy since the fading of the Age of Sorrows was inured to the chaos of a modern battlefield, moving across it as swiftly as open ground.

SELECTIVE CONCEPTION (*) - SUBDERMAL IMPLANT IN THE THIGH
DESCRIPTION: ...this is actually just standard issue for Imperial Guardsmen from any world with a Magos Biologis on it.​

LANGUAGES (*)
DESCRIPTION: You can speak the ancient tongue of The Old Realm!

INTIMACIES










Defining: The Galaxy is a Body, I will Heal it (Positive)
Major: Kit (Confused Attraction), Chaos (Hatred), Gitta (Love)
Minor: Technology (fascination), Xenos (Fear)

CHARMS















IN SUMMATION: Genuis flows, unabated, through the mind of the First Twilight. She is able to hold multiple projects in mind at once, easier than any mortal, while also shifting her focuses - despite not being trained in the crafting of explosives or metallurgy, she could shift her ability to create medical chemicals into that with some effort. She is able to inspire herself to construct even mighty artifacts swifter than any mortal, so long as she crafts projects that aid and help her allies and friends. She can complete mundane and even complex tasks - building a rifle, a suit of armor, or a small vehicle - in literal seconds using nothing but the raw materials and her bare hands. Raw excellence overflows in all her favored and caste abilities, bolstering their dicepools if required.
Excellent SOLAR Ability
Cost: 1m per Die | Type: Supplemental
Keywords: None | Duration: Instant
Effect: Adds +1 dice to your dice pool, up to your normal charm limits. You have this ability for any ability that is either CASTE, FAVORED, or has a SINGLE CHARM from it.

TIRELESS WORKHROSE METHOD
Cost: - | Type: Permanent
Keyword: None | Duration: Permanent
Effect: Gain +2 Major slots per Essence.

EFFICENT CRAFTSMAN TECHNIQUE
Cost: - | Type: Permanent
Keyword: None | Duration: Permanent
Effect: You may buy new Major slots for 3 SXP rather than 5.

ARETE SHIFTING PRANA
Cost: 4m, 1sxp, 1wp | Type: Simple
Keywords: None | Duration: Instant
Effect: Roll Int+Craft, convert 1 dot of a Craft skill into a different but related Craft skill - nearly impossible rationales can be allowed with a sufficiently good explanation. These dots last for one minor or major project.

SUPREME CELESTIAL FOCUS
Cost: - | Type: Permanent
Keywords: None | Duration: Permanent
Effect: You may expend GXP to buy Craft skills, up to a number of times equal to [Essence]. Any past that cost x2 GXP.

SUBLIME TRANSFERRENCE
Cost: 6m | Type: Simple
Keyword: Mute | Duration: Instant
Effect: By meditating for five minuets, you may arrange your crafting XP at a 2 to 1 ratio up each level: 2 silver becomes 1 gold, 2 gold becomes 1 white, and the reverse. You may use this while unconscious or asleep.

AGES ECHOING WISDOM
Cost: - | Type: Permeant
Keyword: None | Duration: Permanent
Effect: At the beginning of each Story (every 20 updates), gain GXP equal to your permanent Major Project Slots. For free!

BRASS SCALES FALLING - REPURCHASED
Cost: - | Type: Permanent
Keyword: None | Duration: Permanent
Effect: For each 10 rolled on a craft roll without an Excellency, gain 1 SXP up to [Essence x3].

RED ANVILS RISING
Cost: - | Type: Permanent
Keyword: None | Duration: Permanent
Effect: You gain +1 SXP per each basic objective.

CHAINS FALL AWAY
Cost: - | Type: Permanent
Keywords: None | Duration: Permanent
Effect: You gain 1 GXP if you complete all three basic objectives on a craft project.

CRAFTSMEN NEED NO TOOLS
Cost: 6m | Type: Simple
Keyword: Mute | Duration: One Task
Effect: You may complete a Basic or Major Project (either crafting or repairing) within seconds, using naught but your bare hands and sheer creative will.

THOUSAND-FORGE HAND
Cost: 10m, 1wp | Type: Reflexive
Keyword: None | Duration: Instant
Effect: Reduce artifact crafting time to (6-Essence) weeks for 1-4 dot artifacts, (6-Essence) months for 5+ dot artifacts.

PEERLESS PERFECTION OF CRAFT
Cost: - | Type: Permanent
Keyword: None | Duration: Permanent
Effect: At the end of each story (every 20 updates), roll a free full Intelligence+Craft+Full Excellency dice pool. Every success is 1 SXP, and every 10 is 1 GXP.

FLAWLESS HANDIWORK METHOD - REPURCHASED
Cost: 6m | Type: Supplemental
Keywords: None | Duration: Instant
Effect: Re-roll 10s until 10s fail to appear, counting each as a success. Re-roll 6s until 6s fail to appear.

SUPREME MASTERWORK FOCUS
Cost: 6m | Type: Supplemental
Keywords: None | Duration: Instant
Effect: Supplements any Craft roll for Major or Minor projects with Double 9s. Can be improved further with later Charm Purchases.

EXPERIENTIAL CONJURING OF THE VOID
Cost: 4m, 4s/g/wxp | Type: Reflexive
Keyword: Salient | Duration: Instant
Effect: Can be used after a Craft roll, and adds +1 non-charm success, +[Essence] non-Charm dice. Cannot be used on basic projects.

UNBROKEN IMAGE FOCUS
Cost: 3m+1s/g/wxp | Type: Reflexive
Keyword: Salient | Duration: Instant
Effect: After making a Craft roll, you may purchase non-charm successes up to the number of successes rolled + your [Essence]. These do not count double successes for the purposes of how many successes you can buy.

SEASONED BEAST-RIDER APPROACH
Cost: 1m, 1wp | Type: Supplemental
Keywords: None | Duration: Instant
Effect: Used when rolling join battle, Gitta (or other mounts) gains an imitative track equal to 41-22's - the mount can move and attack without taking up 41's actions.

EVOCATIONS
LINE OF OBLITERATION SHAFT
Cost: 2m, 2ini | Type: Reflexive
Keywords: Withering-Only, Perilous | Duration: Instant
Effect: Due to the peerless efficaciously of the Lens Lance at battering large masses of men in formation, any withering damage inflicted on a Battle Group increases the wielder's initiative as if they had attacked a worthy foe. This effect also reduces the Difficulty of the Unhorse and Disarm gambit by 1.​

GEAR

The Lens Lance
Accuracy: 12 | Damage: 17 | Defense: 6 | Overwhelming: 5 | Attunement: 5​
Lethal: Does lethal damage when used with a decisive attack.
Melee: Uses the melee skill
Piercing: You may reduce your Defense by 1 and spend 1 Initiative to reduce enemy Soak by 4.
Reaching: Negates any mounted combat penalties when used on foot
Mounted: Can be used on horseback without penalty.
Two Handed: Requires 2 hands to be held. Provides +2 to clash attacks.
Laspistol
Accuracy (melee, short, medium, long, extreme): 4/10/8/6/4 | Damage: 11 | Overwhelming: 1​
Lethal: Does lethal damage
Archery: Uses the archery skill
Lasgun: Does +4 damage rather than adding your strength.
Mounted: Can be used mounted.
One Handed: Requires one hand to use.
Concealable: Can be easily concealed, requiring only a Diff 1 Larceny roll.
Flak Armor
Soak: 6 | Mobility: -1 | Hardness: 0
 
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[X] Plan "Remember 7-7"

Chance of interruption high, but lean into the monologue and whatever it is sidereals do to turn everything into a holovid series should keep the whole thing going.
 
[X] This is entirely legal based on Mechanicus law! The general was interfering with a conscription vital to the health of machine spirits and someone dug up the paperwork for the legal charge! Why are we posing like this over court technicalities, neither of us are judges!
 
[X] Plan "Remember 7-7"

Chance of interruption high, but lean into the monologue and whatever it is sidereals do to turn everything into a holovid series should keep the whole thing going.
Possibly, but I believe that we can use Presence to stun her through the whole bit because that speech should be invoking Ms Cain's intimacies. The way she reacted like she was physically struck when being told her father was a blowhard betrays that she holds that as an intimacy, and with how she is acting I would place good money on her father, the legacy, the image, and her own perception of him being a core intimacy and part of her motivation.
 
... I blame myself here.
*He hands her a copy of the first part of the official biography of Ciaphas Cain (Hero of the Imperium) before closing the door.*

Red light crackled around her body and she lifted her free hand into a dramatic point. Strange red flakes started to drift through the air - almost organic, they swirled around her as a shimmering banner unfolded from nowhere, spelling out words in High Gothic.
How? What are the charms for this?
The Arcane Fate is waived for circlemates, they say.

"But we're going to kill eachother!"

yes, but you're still in a circle
Celestial exigent of circles.

"The shape or a grouping of exalted?"
"Among others"


[X] Plan "Remember 7-7"
 
It's her anima banner!
Missed the part of words being on a banner in the banner.

There's a sidestory to be written about the day Amberly went to commissar school and asked her wizened father if she could have...his las pistol and he reaches into his desk, pulls out one of the 20 he has, and tosses it to her and says "Go nuts Kids" and she's like, 🥹 "I will...father...I will..." while thinking I will bear this legendary weapon through fire and flame, to be worthy of him!
The sad irony of being his kid and learning nothing from him about how to be a commissar in the interpersonal relation sense.
The Commissar stepped forward, her impressive sneer only equaled by her impressive bolter.
You had heard something about her being some bigwig important person
"Earn the respect of your men." "People respect those who lead from the front or at least appear to." "Get a good aide."
Also, she was first introduced carrying a bolter. Cain always preferred the ammo amount and easier to aim advantage of the Laspistol. The relation would explain the dodge 5, though.
 
[X] Plan "Remember 7-7"

I was originally looking at this one going "Hang on, we're a Twilight Caste, do we have the skills to pull this off?", but Appearance 5 + Presence 5 + Solar dice adder says "yes, yes we do". (Oh btw @DragonCobolt the Abilities table in the character sheet is currently a bit messed up formatting-wise, empty boxes for the Caste/Favoured column aren't being displayed.)
 
Adhoc vote count started by DragonCobolt on May 31, 2024 at 11:43 PM, finished with 26 posts and 17 votes.

  • [X] Plan "Remember 7-7"
    -[X] Channel your memory of 7-7's nearly last words and use Presence to smackdown with the insult: "You betray your Father's Legacy!"
    -[X] "Even the Kriegers agree with him, not a single life- a single death should be wasted in the Emperor's name- all must burn brightly with their own purpose! Yet from the man that stood against all enemies of the Imperium without and within you instead bootlick to an incompetent noble that burned the planet they were still fighting to reclaim, opened the hearts of the citizenry to the enemy, violated the separation of Orders to the point of almost causing a civil war, and in the middle of a war where vox communication was destroyed when surviving guardsmen from what should have been a destroyed and routed position arrive at the command post bringing a Gift from the Emperor himself- a relic of Dark Age technology to the Magos- his response is to execute the soldier BEFORE EVEN RECEIVING A REPORT BECAUSE IT WAS AN ANNOYANCE!?"
    -[X] Dear god remember to breathe, your fellow Voidmen would only force you to watch that bad holo if you lost a bet. "Tell me FIRST AMONG COMMISSARS how many Valhallans did your Father summary execute?"
    -[X] "I am here to give a report to the General and COs. Whose Legacy are you going to follow?"
    [X] "...wait, where did you get the Cadians? Like, really, where did they come from? How does that work logistically? you didn't just pull them out of thin air. Can you break that down?"
    [X] Plan "We don't have time for this"
    -[X] Use "LINE OF OBLITERATION SHAFT" to disarm the Suddenly Cadians.
    -[X] "We don't have time for this bickering, I have a report to give and a war to win."
    -[X] "...wait, where did you get the Cadians? Like, really, where did they come from? How does that work logistically? you didn't just pull them out of thin air. Can you break that down?"
    -[X] "No seriously did you just break through every supply chain and logistical problem the planet is currently facing?"
    [X] "Frak you! Your dad's hololith series was overrated!"
    [X] "Our real enemies are out there - the Chaos worshipers! I'm NOT a traitor, and I can prove it!"
    -[X] "Because you're stupid! And your general was stupid! And his orders were stupid! That's the only reason I arrested you! For gross incompetence!"
    [X] "Our real enemies are out there - the Chaos worshipers! I'm NOT a traitor, and I can prove it!"
    [X] "I'm...I'm the goddamn Chosen of the Sun! A shard of the Emperor's fire burns inside of me right now! Just as it burns in you! You can feel it, can't you!? We were both chosen - and we need to work together!"
    [X] This is entirely legal based on Mechanicus law! The general was interfering with a conscription vital to the health of machine spirits and someone dug up the paperwork for the legal charge! Why are we posing like this over court technicalities, neither of us are judges!


Hm...

Well, roll join battle, lol

Before you all yell at me, I did warn you that the more things you choose, the more chances Cain just goes, "Enough talk, HAVE AT YOU!" and it's so funny to me that the Sidereal is the one doing that and the Solar is trying to explain shit...

EDIT: You know what, no, on second thought, I'm actually gonna veto this. My friend Erika pointed out that it's...really kinda of out of character, you're a Kreiger, you speak like five words per sentence and smile using your shoulders, nod with your hand, and eat with a mask on usually. SO, I'll use the next winner, which is...

the cadian question!

Roll Presence+Charisma+2 stunt, +1 for appearance bonus vs dif 4
 
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Nine dice vs difficulty four? Maybe we fail for the first time

Nope. Five sux.
samdamandias threw 9 10-faced dice. Total: 54
3 3 3 3 1 1 9 9 9 9 6 6 6 6 10 10 7 7
 
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The Misplaced Stormtroopers (2.7)
You had what felt like a million things you wanted to say or ask all at once to this pompous blowhard. But as you juggled the thoughts around and tried to pick the one that was actually relevant, your mouth opened behind your mask and you found yourself saying: "...wait, where did you get the Cadians? Like, really, where did they come from? How does that work logistically? you didn't just pull them out of thin air. Can you break that down?" You scratched the back of your neck as you did so.

"Maybe she's just great," Kit said, shrugging one shoulder.

"Kit!" you exclaimed. "She can't be great, she's a pompus blowhard!"

"I'm just great!" Cain said, lifting her hand dramatically - one last swirl of rose petals flickering around her hand. "Cast from the cruel confines of your vile dungeons, sepulcher like in their infinite blackness-"

"They're just normal brigs!"

"-I found myself stealing through the inky darkness of night, stygian and impenetrable and full of unknown dangers. But within me burned a desire beyond imagining to cast off the vile evil that had claimed the heart of this army!" She sprang forward, sailing up and then landing down before you. She smirked. "But you never considered that, did you!"

"Consider what!?" you exclaimed. "Your story is just...flowery...stuff that...words be!"

"Prose?" Kit whispered.

"It's called giving a report in style," Cain said, smirking at you, shaking her head, clicking her tongue. "Poor, benighted traitor. I learned the art of this craft from my god-aunt, the doughty and unstoppable General Sulla." She paused. "Now, where was I?"

"Crawling around in muddy ditches!" you snapped. "Which must be the first time you ever got even close to being a proper gu-"

"Yes!" Cain snapped her fingers. "I was stealing through the redoubtable defenses, labyrinthine in their complexity. I knew, burning within me like a coal of fire-"

"That-" You spluttered behind your mask.

"-that my only hope was to find allies. I peeked into bunkers, but alas, found nothing but corpses and the occasional carrion eater. Rushing from shadow to shadow, holding my trusty las-pistol to my chest, I then saw a cargo pod, crashed upon the surface of the world. Clearly, it had been part of the bombardment that laid this world low..." She narrowed her eyes, her voice dropping to a dramatic whisper. "I rushed to it and found the key-lock was palm coded. But fortunately, the lock had also been struck by debris, smashing it open and meaning I needed but push a single button to awaken the machine spirits of the auto-door!"

"Wait, wait, wait, the...the key...lock...was smashed with a bit of rock...and instead of jamming shut and sealing the door, as it's machine spirit is meant to do..." you said, holding up your hands. "It instead was set to open."

Cain beamed and put her hands upon her hip. "Such fortuitous events often are the purview of bold heroes."

You put your hands over your mask. "And let met guess! The container had an entire platoon of stormtroopers in stasis."

"Indeed it did!" Cain said.

"Just waiting for you, right, right, of course, of course..." you groaned.

"Huh," Kit said. "Lucky break."

"Was it luck? Or was it planning?" Cain murmured. "Some say the one and the other are nearly identical."

"No one says that!" you hissed.

"Hey, come on, 41," Kit said, grinning sheepishly. "She has...energy. That's good."

"Why are you sticking up for her?" you asked.

"Well, obviously, he has instantly fallen madly in love with me," Cain said, nodding confidently. "I feel a deep, abiding connection between us...almost as if we have met before..." She said, rubbing her chin with her fingers. You blinked at her, then almost exploded.

"He's mine!" You grabbed onto his shoulder.

"U-Uh..." Kit stammered, blinking, as Cain smirked and then brushed her hand through her long blond hair.

"Hmm, and yet, the raw, crackling, animal passion between us seems to be nearly overwhelming..." she said. "Alas, he is a traitor and a heretic...but..." She bit her lip, looking him over. "Maybe I could forgive his crimes."

"He hasn't done any crimes!" you spluttered. You wracked your brain - why would she feel a connection to Kit? You had a sense that was wrong. And not just because you were jealous. Not that you were jealous! It was absurd, the very idea that Kit might be interested, just because she was tall and broad and had actual breasts and...and...you blinked behind your mask, then shook your head. "Wait, we're getting off track."

"It's true, your surrender is waiting," Cain said, smugly. Like a felin herself. Which...was that why she felt a connection to-

A memory flashed in your mind. Four women. One men. A smithy, crackling. Bands, glittering on fingers. A circle.

Then the memory flashed away and you blinked slightly.

"Okay, how about instead of surrendering, we work together?" Kit said, amiably, his hands sliding into his pockets. "My wife and I aren't actually demons or traitors. You can tell, since we're not spikey."

"Hmm..." Cain said, narrowing her eyes. "Wait, no, that's not the qualifications."

"It's the basic visual spot check, though," Kit said, still sounding like the most level headed of the three of you which seemed wrong to you. You were the one who was supposed to be level headed here. It was just everything about Cain rubbed you the wrong way. Her arrogant assumption she was important. Her having a name. And a name that was even famous before you'd even been decanted. Her shooting flirty eyes at your Kit...you crossed your arms over your chest as Cain narrowed her eyes, then started to walk around you. Then around again. Then she walked around once more.

"...you're not a traitor!" she said, sounding surprised.

"That's what I've been telling you!" you shouted, throwing your arms up in frustration.

"Well! Better safe than sorry," Cain said, chuckling. "Stand down, men!" She lifted her hand to the stormtroopers. Stormtroopers going from tense and ready to relaxed showed almost no difference between the two postures - the subtlest changes in their stances, and their attention flickering from you to the surrounding areas, it was a little eerie. Cain turned back to you. "He's right, you have no spikes - also, no poxes, no signs of secondary or tertiary limbs, no extra eyes, horns, tails, tongues, you have no soporific musk, you aren't dressed in any of the various forms of pain or pleasure giving attire that are favored by certain branches of the Ruinous Powers, you have functional purity seals on your equipment, and last but not least...I can tell, in your heart, you are loyal to the Emperor on Earth." She said, nodding as she did so.

You blinked at her. "...wait, you know all that?"

Cain nodded. "Yes!"

"Wow...that's...a surprise," you said.

"Ah, well, I like to- hey wait!" Cain glared at you.

Kit breathed out a slow sigh. "Okay," he said. "The second most dangerous thing dealt with."

"What's the first?" you asked, frowning.

Kit kicked at the ground, then looked at the sky. His hands were in his pockets. "...I think we're married."

"Hah! Told you!" Cain said, Cainly. Which was a new adjective you had invented, for her.

"We're also married!" Kit said, gesturing to you. "First, too." He slid his arm around your shoulder. Never before had you wished something so sinful, so vile, so against everything you had been taught...but Lord on Terra, if you had no mask, you would be sticking your tongue out at her like a pre-mask juvie right now. Instead you simply leaned into Kit, like he was a big, stolid pole. "So don't get any ideas."

Cain harrumphed.

"...how can a man be married twice?" you asked.

"Lots of planets have multi-marriages," Kit said, casually. "It's pretty common in the southern fortification on Cadia too." He paused. "Was."

You looked down at your feet. Was. Right. Your anger and ire faded in the face of the enormity of the galaxy. Cain nodded, her voice solemn. "A sacrifice, greater than any man need bear alone," she said, solemnly. "We shall ensure that the name of Cadia lives on forever more - in the piled bodies of our foes, if nothing else."

"Yeah," Kit said. He squeezed you tighter.

Nyaahhh! a juvie you hadn't had in your skin for almost two decades stuck her tongue out mentally at Cain.

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[ ] Tell them about your memory - about the Circle, the rings, and try and remember more
[ ] "Well, Amberly, lets go and get the recon report."
[ ] Write In

STATS
Health: Fine
Anima: Dim
Willpower: 5/5
Personal Motes: 13/13 | Peripheral Motes: 28/28 (Committed Motes: 5)
Limit: 1/10 (Trigger: Being stymied by indulges around her)
XP: 2 | Solar XP: 4
Major Projects: 0/5
SXP: 46 | GXP: 15 | WXP: 3
 
[X] Tell them about your memory - about the Circle, the rings, and try and remember more

Ok, lets get this over with so we can get back to the real enemy. Circle politics is generally messy, but things tend to tighten up when the Fair Folk are at the door.
 
[X] We still need to figure out what to do with the rest of the arrested command staff.
 
[X] We still need to figure out what to do with the rest of the arrested command staff.
 
Ugh. Anime harem shenanigans. Smh I am denied my monogamy yet again.

[X] We still need to figure out what to do with the rest of the arrested command staff.

The fact that there are two others in our little polycule is irrelevant at the moment. We'll get there when we get there.
 
Abilites table is still a mess, here is a patch:
ABILITIES
FAVORED/CASTE?​
ABILITY​
LEVEL​
FAVORED/CASTE?​
ABILITY​
LEVEL​
Archery
*​
FAVORED​
Melee (The Lens Lance)
*****(*)​
FAVORED​
Athletics
***​
Occult
-​
FAVORED​
Awareness (Join Battle)
***(*)​
Performance
-​
Brawl
-​
FAVORED​
Presence
*****​
CASTE​
Bureaucracy
-​
Resistance
-​
Dodge
***​
FAVORED​
Ride (Gitta)
****(*)​
CASTE​
Integrity
***​
Sail
-​
CASTE​
Investigation
-​
Socialize
-​
Larceny
-​
Stealth
-​
CASTE​
Linguistics
-​
Survival
-​
CASTE​
Lore
-​
Thrown
-​
CASTE​
Medicine
***​
War
-​

Roll Presence+Charisma+2 stunt, +1 for appearance bonus vs dif 4
I guess we are going have to specify every time we want to use an excellency.
You know what, no, on second thought, I'm actually gonna veto this.
, I'll use the next winner, which is...
Probably should have had an extension, instead of picking second place with less than half the votes of first place.

My friend Erika pointed out that it's...really kinda of out of character, you're a Kreiger, you speak like five words per sentence and smile using your shoulders, nod with your hand, and eat with a mask on usually
Would not be the first time she broke down into angry ranting at command staff. Would not be the first time at Cain either.
"Throw him in the brig," you said, voice firm and fierce. The words came streaming out, bubbling from your mask before you could stop it. "This...this...this...this...General is attempting to interfere with a miracle that could bring victory, has been informed as such by the Designated Expert in Technology!"

"I don't know if that makes him an idiot or a traitor, but either way, he clearly must be relieved of command! Right now! I mean, what's he going to do? Compound his idiocy? Betrays the Emperor by snatching defeat from the jaws of victory!? Is that the kind of general we're dealing with now!? I...I..." You trembled, then thrust your finger at the Commissar as well. "You! You! You...you were going to shoot me!? A...a...TWILIGHT! CASTE!"

You couldn't stop now. "Do you know what technology is like RIGHT NOW!? Our best technologist, our finest mortal savant, has a GRILLE...STRAPPED TO HIS FACE!" you were almost screaming now, pointing at him. "That's the BEST WE HAVE! And you wanted to shoot a fucking Twiligh Caste!? Do you even know the level of catastrophic stupid brainless wastes of time that was! That could have been...who even knows...I!" you threw up your hands, then put your gloves over your face and screamed in pure frustration."
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"No, seriously, are you claiming you know better about matters of technology than a Magos?" "I just realized, I'm ACTUALLY being quite nice you think by disarming them instead of killing them all where they stand because it's been a stressful time! And...and...ARRGH!
 
[] Give Cain a new outfit. Can't have people notice that the Commisar escaped, they'd try to kill her again like last time. It'd be chaos. No, for all points and purposes it'd be best if we disguise her, cut down on all her pomp and circumstance, and just hide her as an ordinary guardsman. You think you can fashion a proper Krieger outfit, and she might, maybe, possibly, not put a stain on that uniform.
 
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