We Are the Gods of a New World Order [Warhammer 50K ~ Warp God Simulator]
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Metatron
Celestial Scribe Enoch
To be fair the Primarchs are a failed batch, so its not like you can really fault them for having you know, emotions, beliefs and sapience. The Big E just wanted 20 meat puppets for him to use as the worlds greatest generals, apparently forgetting like 50,000 years of time where those people make THE WORST LEADERS EVER WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT.
Also Astartes, not the greatest not the worst, we are getting a 5th company so unlikely to have to much, although again 50K so for all I know they are all in Terminator Armour with Iron Halos and Volkite Cannons. We should be basicly fine if we get the spire and dont be absolute fucking idiots. Hopefully they are Imperial Fist or Blood Angel Successors because they like melee, but given the name I am assuming Ultramarine Successors. So less Blitzkrieg more Desert Sheild.
Also Astartes, not the greatest not the worst, we are getting a 5th company so unlikely to have to much, although again 50K so for all I know they are all in Terminator Armour with Iron Halos and Volkite Cannons. We should be basicly fine if we get the spire and dont be absolute fucking idiots. Hopefully they are Imperial Fist or Blood Angel Successors because they like melee, but given the name I am assuming Ultramarine Successors. So less Blitzkrieg more Desert Sheild.
notanautomaton
I've got 99 quests, I've finished one
A Dragoon is a armored, mounted soldier, occassionally conventional cavalry, occassionally using the horse for mobility and fighting dismounted.
The color implies Ultramarines, and the horses imply White Scars. If you count armored transports as cavalry, then this could also imply Iron Fists or Blood Angels, as this fits the 'use horses for mobility then dismount' tactic. This also ignores the possibility of an unknown Primarch or a highly divergent Chapter.
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So what are the odds that they just make copious use of orbital bombardment instead of coming down where they're theoretically at risk? Ship sensors, local coordination, and some light scouting action would let them pick general areas we operate in and glass them. Given how bad the tax collectors have gotten relative to the already awful 40k stuff I'm not holding much hope that the space marines will care about collateral too much.
Opening by destroying our home province would pretty much end us as a movement and intimidate any uppity colonists into compliance without risking their valuable marines. It's an awful thing to do, but if anything that seems to encourage the Imperium.
Putting some orbital mines in place like some biotech air balloons might be viable, depending on the degree of coverage and mobility. Even if we can't do mines we could try something with spy satellites using the same mechanism and the connection domain to pass along data. Real time data on what's going on across the planet would be pretty valuable.
Additionally, we could try to exploit the fact that the marines are biologically distinct from baseline humans to make bio weapons. Nurgle probably tried stuff like this to limited effect - but his stuff was also like 80% warp juice, which gives a more uniform vector to resist through. If we made a Prion that went after space marine specific brain proteins, or an airborne pathogen that does nothing but produce a catalyst that reacts poorly with something in the black carapace they'd have a harder time resisting it.
We could also just cheat and modify the Flayer virus to effect their power armor too, that'd be kind of fun. I'd bet that nothing in their current playbook involves immune boosters for their equipment or talking their helmets through an existential crisis.
Opening by destroying our home province would pretty much end us as a movement and intimidate any uppity colonists into compliance without risking their valuable marines. It's an awful thing to do, but if anything that seems to encourage the Imperium.
Putting some orbital mines in place like some biotech air balloons might be viable, depending on the degree of coverage and mobility. Even if we can't do mines we could try something with spy satellites using the same mechanism and the connection domain to pass along data. Real time data on what's going on across the planet would be pretty valuable.
Additionally, we could try to exploit the fact that the marines are biologically distinct from baseline humans to make bio weapons. Nurgle probably tried stuff like this to limited effect - but his stuff was also like 80% warp juice, which gives a more uniform vector to resist through. If we made a Prion that went after space marine specific brain proteins, or an airborne pathogen that does nothing but produce a catalyst that reacts poorly with something in the black carapace they'd have a harder time resisting it.
We could also just cheat and modify the Flayer virus to effect their power armor too, that'd be kind of fun. I'd bet that nothing in their current playbook involves immune boosters for their equipment or talking their helmets through an existential crisis.
On one hand they care much more about the citizens.......
On the other, we are still chaos.
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and another hilarious jokes you can tell yourself
The possibility was explicitly brought up by in-universe discussion.
If we rush the Spire/planetary defense infrastructure fast enough it ought to force-multiply us and prevent orbital bombardment. If it doesn't, then we just lose.
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
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Fortunatly the strike cruiser should not have Exterminatus capability.
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Sinsystems
Patron Librarian
One thing that should be kept in mind is that Orbital Bombardment is an insanely risky thing for a ship to do, since it essentially requires that the ship in question sit perfectly still relative to the people on the planet below for the entire duration of the bombardment.
It is why they tend not to do it unless they have sufficient void supremacy to make sure no one comes to shoot at them and that there aren't enough anti-orbital guns on the planet to shoot at the massive obvious target they make themselves as.
It is why they tend not to do it unless they have sufficient void supremacy to make sure no one comes to shoot at them and that there aren't enough anti-orbital guns on the planet to shoot at the massive obvious target they make themselves as.
NSMS
Probably evil, unfortunately.
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- A rapidly widening tear in the fabric of reality
Fields of anti-orbit sunflower lasers. We cannot get them fast enough.
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
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- Canada
"Sunflora, use solar beam!"
NSMS
Probably evil, unfortunately.
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- A rapidly widening tear in the fabric of reality
"FLOOOOOR-AH!"
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- colombia
and?
we dont have ships,orshipyards,or orbital defenses
we are a backwater planet in middle nowhere
they can afford to bombard us to kingdom come and be done with it
i repeat: we cant figth defensively long term,the imperium has the upper hand in any direct confrontation,even without space marines any fleet with bombardment capabilities and either technological or numerical superiority can and will wipe the floor with us
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NSMS
Probably evil, unfortunately.
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- A rapidly widening tear in the fabric of reality
That's the whole point of rushing the spire; if we get control over the planet's void shields, VM can empower them to the point they can stop any orbital bombardment a single detachment of space marines could realistically bring to bear.
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and?
that was already mentioned here,im thankful for you mentioning it and all,but you are preaching to the choir
i was already aware of that,and that wasnt what i was commenting about
i was commenting on how mentioning that space ships need static orbits to bombard and that meanwhile they are weak to anti-orbit measures,adds no usefull information to our situation
given that we dont have any anti orbital measures that we cant put online on the frame of time before the invasion
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jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
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Not to mention said planetary defense system (of which the shield is one part of) could include defensive platforms and/or anti-orbital cannons/missile silos.
"M'lady...why?"
"What? We needed anti-orbital constructs and these work quite well."
"No, that I agree with. Why do they have faces and yell out a shortened version of thier name when firing?"
"Why not?"
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Yeah grabbing the spire only stops them from killing us, it doesn't remove the spaceship from the equation.
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- colombia
assuming that a backwater colony has the firepower to destroy a space marine barge,is one hell of a gamble
like ''you have a slight chance of surviving an m16 shoot to the chest'' gamble
In the other hand, if you are wrong bye bye space barge and everyone aboard.
Edit: While unlikely, would you take that gamble?
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i mean yes,between nothing and almost impossible
almost impossible is always better
im just pointing that planning around the idea we will magically find a silver bullet is not wise
honestly i just want to kill the marines and get the hell out of this system
because imperial defenses work by sending equal force responses
a foe capable of dealing with a space marine company will get as answer a crusade and a couple full force chapters
and i dont thrust our growing curve to be able to match this
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jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
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- Canada
They're sending one company of space marines against an agri-world. I cannot see them sending anything bigger then a strike cruiser. Battle barges are for when half or more of the chapter is going to war.
That's why our opening move is diplomacy, if we are allowed. It costs us very little, and if it works we're golden. This is a very long shot.
Second is killing their marines, thereby rendering their position untenable and forcing them to retreat. This is what the winning plan for the turn was focused on; well, that and preparing to take the Capitol in the first place.
Third is turning some of their marines to our side, possibly enabling a situation where we can actually capture the Strike Cruiser that is probably coming. This is also a very long shot, and will depend heavily upon the exact nature of the Azure Dragoons Chapter.
Either option buys us time to get orbital assets at a bare minimum, preferably full-up void assets, with the last being a 'shoot for the stars' option.
Sinsystems
Patron Librarian
If they attempt Orbital Bombardment we don't need to be able to destroy the Space Marine ship, we just need to damage it enough that they get drawn into the gravity well or convince them that the risk to their ship isn't worth it at this time.
Also can you please put some effort into using proper grammar with your writing.
Keep in mind what he thought during the last thing.......
He probably did not realize the possibility his situation might be deemed worthy of exterminates........
… We are so many levels of boned right now. Since I missed the vote, her is my desperate attempt to make things a little less bad.
Michael woke with a start, barely suppressing a panicked scream as the burst of desperation flooded his psyche. In all his years, he had never felt anything of this magnitude. Someone had shouted a… a plea, perhaps, into the Warp, at a volume so great that if it had been aimed at Michael himself his brain would likely have been liquefied.
Next to him, his wife Amelia shifted; but thankfully she was a deep sleeper. This wasn't the first time Michael's… peculiar condition had woken him unexpectedly in the night. He sometimes wondered if she suspected what he was, but he was not brave enough to ask, and he would never stoop so low as to invade the sanctity of her mind by probing without her express permission. If she did, it seemed she loved him enough to keep her peace, for which he was eternally grateful.
Refocusing on the here and now, Michael started to ponder what this all meant. Surely it had something to do with the rising cult in the other provinces. Officially, Michael knew next to nothing about it other than it would soon be stamped out and Equinox would be returned fully to the Emperor's Light. After all, he was a mid-level paper pusher, he had no need to know more. However, both office rumor and Michael's passive senses told him that things were not going well. It seemed that-
His breath left him in a strangled cry as the reply slammed into his mind. Lacking the fear and desperation of the outgoing telepathic call, this one replaced it with cold, deadly power and pitiless contempt. He still couldn't understand it; even if he'd had the mind to test his powers against an astropath, Michael had never trained himself to be confident he could do something like that.
For as long has he could remember, Michael had been able to hear things nobody else could. It had taken him a blessedly short time to realize that it would be in his best interests if nobody else realized what he could do, and so he just kept his mouth shut. Thankfully, his abilities were not as… overwhelming, as the stories painted them to be. Perhaps they once had been, back during the Dark Times, but now Michael felt no urges to call down doom upon the world. In fact, he never felt much of a desire to do anything untoward with his powers: the worst he'd ever done was probably the time he mentally slapped a man who had been getting handsy with Amelia the first time he met her, back when they were both teenagers. The man probably hadn't even noticed, since Michael had simultaneously used his physical fist to punch the man in the face and break his nose.
Instead, Michael liked to think that his power made things better. Whenever somebody he cared about was in distress, he could tell,and he did everything he could to help: take some of their workload without the supervisor noticing, take some minor bit of blame, sometimes just listen as he provided a safe space to vent.
However, he knew that, should the Powers That Be discover his abilities, no amount of good he'd done would save him. He would almost certainly be killed, as would Amelia, likely his family, probably his coworkers, anyone he might have "tainted" with his "corruption."
With a jerk, Michael realized that the strength of the response could only mean that somebody with power was coming, somebody who would be seeking to root out anyone who was against the Imperium and the Emperor! People like him! He had to hide, he had to… had to…
He could hide. Maybe. But what of everyone else? He was not so arrogant as to think he was the only one with thoughts that the Powers That Be would not approve of; people who had not done anything wrong but would be condemned anyways, simply for not thinking the right things. Didn't they deserve the chance to save themselves, but lacked it because they did not have the knowledge he possessed? Without that warning, there was no chance they would be able to hide. They would die.
Unless… he warned them.
In his tiny, fumbling efforts when he had been young, Michael had realized that he had no gift for imposing his will upon the physical world, but he could create ripples in the mental world. Perhaps, if he tried hard enough… he could pass his message through dreams. Anything to give people a chance to realize the doom that was going to descend upon them all.
Falling back against his pillow, Michael pulled Amelia close, using the beat of her heart against his as an anchor before he allowed himself to reach consciously into the Warp, whispering a portent for any who might listen.
'Danger. We are in danger.'
Unsanctioned Psyker Interrupt
Michael woke with a start, barely suppressing a panicked scream as the burst of desperation flooded his psyche. In all his years, he had never felt anything of this magnitude. Someone had shouted a… a plea, perhaps, into the Warp, at a volume so great that if it had been aimed at Michael himself his brain would likely have been liquefied.
Next to him, his wife Amelia shifted; but thankfully she was a deep sleeper. This wasn't the first time Michael's… peculiar condition had woken him unexpectedly in the night. He sometimes wondered if she suspected what he was, but he was not brave enough to ask, and he would never stoop so low as to invade the sanctity of her mind by probing without her express permission. If she did, it seemed she loved him enough to keep her peace, for which he was eternally grateful.
Refocusing on the here and now, Michael started to ponder what this all meant. Surely it had something to do with the rising cult in the other provinces. Officially, Michael knew next to nothing about it other than it would soon be stamped out and Equinox would be returned fully to the Emperor's Light. After all, he was a mid-level paper pusher, he had no need to know more. However, both office rumor and Michael's passive senses told him that things were not going well. It seemed that-
His breath left him in a strangled cry as the reply slammed into his mind. Lacking the fear and desperation of the outgoing telepathic call, this one replaced it with cold, deadly power and pitiless contempt. He still couldn't understand it; even if he'd had the mind to test his powers against an astropath, Michael had never trained himself to be confident he could do something like that.
For as long has he could remember, Michael had been able to hear things nobody else could. It had taken him a blessedly short time to realize that it would be in his best interests if nobody else realized what he could do, and so he just kept his mouth shut. Thankfully, his abilities were not as… overwhelming, as the stories painted them to be. Perhaps they once had been, back during the Dark Times, but now Michael felt no urges to call down doom upon the world. In fact, he never felt much of a desire to do anything untoward with his powers: the worst he'd ever done was probably the time he mentally slapped a man who had been getting handsy with Amelia the first time he met her, back when they were both teenagers. The man probably hadn't even noticed, since Michael had simultaneously used his physical fist to punch the man in the face and break his nose.
Instead, Michael liked to think that his power made things better. Whenever somebody he cared about was in distress, he could tell,and he did everything he could to help: take some of their workload without the supervisor noticing, take some minor bit of blame, sometimes just listen as he provided a safe space to vent.
However, he knew that, should the Powers That Be discover his abilities, no amount of good he'd done would save him. He would almost certainly be killed, as would Amelia, likely his family, probably his coworkers, anyone he might have "tainted" with his "corruption."
With a jerk, Michael realized that the strength of the response could only mean that somebody with power was coming, somebody who would be seeking to root out anyone who was against the Imperium and the Emperor! People like him! He had to hide, he had to… had to…
He could hide. Maybe. But what of everyone else? He was not so arrogant as to think he was the only one with thoughts that the Powers That Be would not approve of; people who had not done anything wrong but would be condemned anyways, simply for not thinking the right things. Didn't they deserve the chance to save themselves, but lacked it because they did not have the knowledge he possessed? Without that warning, there was no chance they would be able to hide. They would die.
Unless… he warned them.
In his tiny, fumbling efforts when he had been young, Michael had realized that he had no gift for imposing his will upon the physical world, but he could create ripples in the mental world. Perhaps, if he tried hard enough… he could pass his message through dreams. Anything to give people a chance to realize the doom that was going to descend upon them all.
Falling back against his pillow, Michael pulled Amelia close, using the beat of her heart against his as an anchor before he allowed himself to reach consciously into the Warp, whispering a portent for any who might listen.
'Danger. We are in danger.'