War In The Hive

Soloist Log OI-2-2964/1557

Game Date 8/21/09

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WELCOME BACK ALTIAN

Fuck this planet…

So after we finish popping some Ork heads, we meet up with some Commissar that we were ordered to report to, who then tells us to report back to Caesar. Does anyone know what the hell they are doing anymore? We make it to the base where Caesar was at, to be informed we are part of some Kill Squad and are ordered to some POS town to kill some Mek Boy that was seen around there. Awesome…I love this planet more and more. So we fly out there and drop near some truck with a bunch of their little gremlin fuckers on it. We make short work of them, then make our way inside the building where some Ork walked into and we assumed the Mek Boy was. We make our way though the building, and the Scum goes off and causes some trouble or whatever it is that he does, and we finally find the Mek Boy and his goon squad. We kill his buddies, and he turns tail and runs. I make the super intelligent decision to run after him, right INTO him. That hurt like a bitch. So I book it back to the main room and try to hide from him and set up an ambush. Why did no one tell me they could teleport? That would have been some GODAMN USEFUL INFORMATION TO HAVE. Well the rest of the group catches up and we finally manage to take the fucker down. This is just stupid why we are even here…and am starting to become more and more disillusioned with the Imperium. it really seems no one has any idea what the fuck they are doing anymore, especially the retard “Inquisitor” we are being commissioned by. I would shed no tears should a bullet find him.

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More of Stein's Tomfoolery

After clearing the area around us of Orks, we set out the find the local commisar per caesar's request. He then sent us back to Caesar, who had since landed a comfortable distance away from all of the fighting. We were only at the headquarters a short time before Caesar interrupted our actual mission by sending us in as a hit squad to take out an Ork Mekboy. We entered the Mekboy's lair, put down its guards, and then put down the Mekboy. These creatures disgust me and it is not even satisfying to exterminate them because of their prolific nature. This is a job marines with heavy flamers, not poorly armed inquisitorial acolytes. This, combined with other bits of information we've heard about him, lead me to suspect that Stein's motives may not be in line with the needs of the Imperium.

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Soloist Log OI-1-2964/0957

Game Date 8/7/09

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IDENTITY CONFIRMED

WELCOME BACK ALTIAN

I can’t believe I’m even taking the time to write this bullshit considering where I fucking am right now, but I’ll be damned if I get eaten and my family doesn’t know what happened to me. We meet up with Ceaser, who was with a Sister of Battle and an ex-commissar, one Lt. Kruser. Ceaser tells us that he will take one of the two and go to the waterworks where one bomb would be, and my group would go to the other location in the middle of the market district. He gave me the choice of who would go with us. I was considering the Sister of Battle, until the Scum kept running his mouth about how the Inquisition sucks and his usual rhetoric, then started hitting on her. I could start to see the vein forming on her forehead, and while it would have been hysterical to see her rip his head from his body, I decided to take Lt. Kruser to prevent any additional messes. We begin making the long drive down to the bomb, and it was during this time I realized I was the one who was most qualified to disarm the damn thing. Just let that sink in for a minute. An ASSASSIN was the most tech savvy member of the group… I thought we were gonna die.

We plow our way through the crowd at the market to get to the statue of the Emperor where the bomb was supposedly hidden. There were 3 people off to the side, who stuck out like sore thumbs as being nobles in this shitty area, and definitely looked suspicions, so the Scum and I went off to box them in and I eventually went to talk to them. Well the psyker does his little hocus pocus bullshit and scares everyone away…except for the 8 guardsmen and the 3 nobles that I was talking to….oh joy…. One of the bastards shoves me down and sticks a flamer in my face. If I didn’t think they would be a good source of info, I would have made sure they regretted fucking with me. Instead I dove out of the way and used one of my sedative grenades to knock them out, then helped the group to off the rest of the guardsmen. In the fight, the psyker got bitchslapped by his own powers and blew his own arm off. I really need to make sure I stay the fuck away from his ass when we are fighting. That is NOT how I plan on dying thank you very much. We then begin looking for evidence of the bomb, and I find a seam on the statue that shouldn’t be there, so Kruser has us use the Chimera to rip it off its base. I manage to navigate the tangle of bullshit whose only purpose was to set the fucker off, to get at the heart of the bastard. Some binary fluid bomb that would ensure that tomorrow would make you feel all itchy and hivey and dead. Somehow, I manage to figure out the password, and disable the bomb. I better get a pay raise for that shit….

After that pants browning experience, we are given a week to ourselves, where I get to help interrogate those noble fucks from before, and make some nifty new poison toys, and dick around with my equipment. Once our week was up, I then received the most bullshit order I have ever gotten in my entire time with the Inquisition. Some asshole decides that our group would be perfect to stop an Ork invasion on some shitfest planet. Let me repeat… Our group to take out an Ork rock and warboss instead of Space Marines….. I think some people have gone soft in the head around here. The scum and I were very vocal about how incredibly bullshit this order was, but I am duty bound to comply, so we took off for the planet. Just as we reach orbit, we are told that the Orks had pushed the guardsmen back and that we needed to helljump in with the rest of the crazies to help push the Orks back. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE! We are NOT front line grunts! I thought we were members of the Inquisition whose job was to sniff out heresy, not faceless soldiers to be hurled into the meat grinder. So we are then hurled at the planet in our own personal metal coffins right into the action. I boot my way out and see some Ork playing hackey-sack with a dead guardsman. I take aim and remove his head from his body, and then the fun starts. Waves and waves of the ugly green fuckers run at us, and we manage to blow them all away just as reinforcements arrive.

I can’t wait to hear the reasoning behind sending us in instead of glassing this planet. Cannot. Fucking. Wait.

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Log # 11-88-68-98635\A

Log # 11-88-68-98635\A

“And then they made me their king!”

“no they didn’t.”

The deadpan response from his jailer guard didn’t even leave a moment for thought as 718 finally finished up one of his random rants that he began almost five minutes ago. The lack of shock maul beatings and robed men pauseing him every other sentence had finally let him start telling some of his stories that had nothing to do with anything at all.

“right… where was I then?”

“You had just killed smilie.”

“ahh yes… so away we go back to Nihilius and what happens once we get there? Well he takes the tech-y and runs off after those bonerfactors or whatever. Well it was no skin off my nose… at least not until we get an assignment about a bomb going off in the center and bottom of the hive. Well I can spot a crap assignment when I see one and that was a crap assignment the only good thing that could have come from it was that there was none other then a sister of battle that was going to be part of the group! Well you know what they say about warrior women. Hawtness at twelve a clock if I don’t mind saying so.”

With that he gives a wink to his guard and smiles with a ‘you know what I mean’ look as he continues his story his face quickly going sour again.

“Of course we end up with a ex commissar or whatever. Seriously my teammates can be complete and utter cock blockers to the ninth degree sometimes. Anyways we get in our own personal tank and head down. Getting there is easy enough when you don’t worry about human speedbumps so we make it to the statue that its underneath and bust a cap in a few guards asses while the spook psycher scares away the crowd. We even manage to take out a couple of nobles and wouldn’t you know it as soon as the ‘party leader’ looks away their purses up and vanish. I mean it must have been a hole in the warp or somethin. Well I figure I’d only get in the way and if that thing goes off we’re all dead no matter where we are so I decided to help our little group acquire some… war funds.”

With that he gives another knowing smile to his guard as he leans back in his chair getting as comfortable as the chair and manacles will allow.

“so as quick as you please I turn over a jewelry store-”

“You turned over an entire store?”

“-and… what? No I broke in and stole every last penny they had… what are you some kinda void born? Anyways where was I… right so I end up set for life with that little haul, I tell you what, and head back to meet up with the others saying I had to piss or someth’n… Well they’ve disarmed whatever it was and we proceed to head back up to our new base of operations.”

At that 718’s face takes a darker look and his voice a darker tone.

“Of course that was the easy part belive it or not… we get back up there and after a little waiting suddenly we get a message from an quistor named… Isenguard I think… telling us that we’re off to fight… and you’ll never belove this… orks. O-R-K-S, Orks… the big green plague on the whole friggen verse that can go toe to toe with a space marine and win. THOSE ORKS! Now as soon as I hear this I pitch in, repeatedly, that this is an incredibly bad idea and we should just tell this Isenguard to screw off but do they listen… NOOOOO!

I mean seriously no one listens to me, I’m just the stupid scum. Those assholes probably don’t even think I can read much less know anything other then smelling bad or being an asshole. Well let me tell you this time it came back to bite them and me in the ass. It’s like no one had even seen an ork much less thought of one as a threat. Sure when we got to the planet and had a fun trip down to the field we mopped the floor with the few we saw but those were just your basic run of the mill greenies.

They wanted me and the rest of the group to attack the friggen rock they landed on the planet with. Now I was the first one, last one, middle one, and some odd mix of all those one to tell them this was a bad idea and we should tell Isenguar to screw off. However they didn’t listen. THEY NEVER LISTEN. I by no means am stupid and I can tell white washing propaganda when I see it. You know that primer the guards have? Complete bull but its easy enough to tell what the verse is like from accepting the opposite of whats in it.

Primitive mind? Sure but how smart do you have to be to put a bullet or ax into someone. Not as strong as they look, like the warp spawned horrors they aren’t! Primitive weapons? Well duh but every last pea shooter in the galaxy short of the eldar and those necontyr is primitive! But like all good travel companions they just outright ignore me as I tell them how freakishly stupid this plan is…”

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Havelock 08072009
End Tsa Arc - Begin Ork Ark

Nihlius split our group up again. He took Typhus into the void to chase the benefactors and assigned us to Caeser so that we could stop a virus bomb the benefactors had left behind. In his haste, Nihlius forgot to reasign the position of prime.

 

Caesar's cell met us at the guard depot. There, Caesar assigned  Lt. Kruser to our squad and sent us to the heart of the hive to take care of the primary virus bomb. Caesar went with a Sister and possibly some othes to the secondary bomb at a water treatment plant in the roots.

 

We made short work of the corrupt guards surrounding the virus bomb.  Through the fickleness of the aetherium, I lost consciousness and my right arm shortly before the final guard was killed. Kruser revived me using two doses of stimm, and I was able to repair most of the remaining damage myself. The arm was too far gone, however, and I was forced to refit it with a bionic.

 

While we were waiting for word from Nihlius, Caesar received a message from an inquisitor named Eisen. He sent us to the planet Lind to deal with an Ork threat of an unusual nature, though I must take his word that the nature is unusual for I am no expert on the xenos races. Regardless, we took a small voidship with Caesar to meet this threat, leaving Kruser and the sister to mind Tsa. 

 

When we arrived in orbit around Lind, we were immediately thrust into the crucible. Orks had overrun a key point in Lind's ground defenses  and they needed help repelling the assault. True Orks put the Greenies to shame. They are bigger, tougher, and most astonishingly, even worse shots. They are also far more plentiful, which is the true danger, as we must remember lest hubris be our undoing on this world.

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Soloist Log HV-6-5924/8144

Game Date 7/24/09

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WELCOME BACK ALTIAN

The crawler finally rolls to a stop, and Guardsmen arrive to secure it. Nihilius orders us to head to the main guard garrison on level 40 to meet with the elusive Ceaser and get some new equipment. I had heard a lot about Ceaser, as he apparently ran a gun shop that the others in the group had used extensively in the past, but I never had a reason to visit. So we arrived and Nihilius sends us off to get better gear. Ceaser seems like a nice enough guy, although nothing like the others described him as. Must be part of the job… Anyway, he hooks me up with a new rifle. The bastard is heavy as all fuck, but supposedly it will actually put some hurt on these heavily armored bastards that we are running in to. I was able to whip up some hollow point rounds to tear up the unarmoreds as well. Ceaser was also kind enough to get me a poison kit, which I plan to make quite a bit of use of.

After we spent far too much time dicking around with our gear, we find get word that the scum was still alive. After playing a….rousing game of hide and seek with the mental midget, Nihilius summons us to a briefing, which the Psyker promptly gets himself kicked out of for wising off, although I can’t say I blame him….or didn’t laugh at it myself. El Jefe then informs us that the benefactors have some huge ship in orbit and are preparing to leave the world, and that we are to go to some cargo bay and stop the shuttle there from leaving and making it back to the main ship. If it should escape, then we would need to board their main ship to try to stop them from leaving the planet so we could bring them to justice.

We make our way to the cargo bay on one of the god knows how many spires in this pimple on this ass of a planet, and the Scum and I scout ahead. Four bastards with Hellguns are guarding the entrance. We make short work of them. Hell one of my shots nailed a bastard through a Ferracrete barrier. Maybe this new gun will work out after all. After making it inside, we find a some data entry clerk who seems to know nothing, but that’s to be expected of an employee of the dock. We tie him up until we are finished, just so he doesn’t get hurt. Continuing inside, we fight off some more guards, then make our way to the elevator. Surprise, surprise, the fucking thing doesn’t work, and we have to scramble around to find the real controls as the cargo is already being loaded onto the shuttle. We finally make the thing work, and make it to the top just as the cargo is loaded. We run for the shuttle when who should show up but that ugly monkey Smiley again, only this time much more machine. He starts hurling crates and shit at us this time, and nearly kills everyone. Hell I even take a few shots from his bolter this time, still no chain claw though haha. We finally put him down and I put another bullet in his head. The tech priest disarms some kind of bomb that was on him, and we get to the pad just in time for the ship to take off. I put a crack in the window, just to see the blast door shut….oh joy failed again! Its almost as if some massive block was in our way that would prevent all conceivable way for us to complete our objectives….Nah that’s stupid talk…

We radio Nihilius, who takes the Tech Priest to fly after the ship, and sends the rest of us to find a Virus bomb that has been planted in the Hive. This next one is gonna be a doozy….

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Log # 11-88-68-98634\A

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After his last comment the robed man sighed and stood up pushing the chair away from the table as he did so. Stepping to the side he slid the now vacant chair back towards the table and turned to the door making soft footsteps as he did. Reaching for the handle he turned his shadowed head towards the guard and spoke.

“Do with him as you will but make sure he’s able to continue in a few hours. I must go and edit this fools statements as his speech and actions needs to be analyzed.”

With that he opened the door and left the room. The guard nodding and giving a curious bow as he left. Once the door had closed he waited for a few moments starring at 718 as the scum sat on his side of the table slouching and leaning to the side his plate clean and his silverware laying beside it abiet short one spoon. Slowly the guard walked forwards to the side of the table the robed man was sitting at unslings his shock maul as he did so. With a powerful sweep he arced it over his head and down onto the table with a massive crash. At that the Scum bolted upright in his chair sitting straight and looking forwards in a subtle mockery of the very training the guard had probably received.

Pulling the maul out of the dent it made in the table he slung it at his belt again and pulled out the chair the robed man was just sitting in. Sitting down you could hear an audible sigh come from him as he unhooked his face covering helmet and pulled it off. Underneath the helmet was the face of one of the oldest men the Scum had ever seen. Wrinkles lined every part of his face and his beard was surprisingly large despite how confining it must have been with the helmet on. His hair is white and his eyes pierce into the prisoner with an icy stare.

“So…”

The only word spoken that carried more weight then anything the scum or the robed man had said up to that point. Looking confused 718 tilted his head to the side and responded.

“So… what?”

“So what happens next?”

The Prisoner blinked a few times then tilted his head more to the side as the confusion on his face grew. Eventually he straightened up and shrugged.

“Well after I booked it out of the factory place I made my way to the local guard garrison to contact my friends. Honestly I would have proffered to give the info to them and have them relay it to Nihilius but he, being the homicidal maniac that he is… was, he chose to have me deliver it face to face. Well I didn’t take to kindly to that but seeing as how he held all the chips it was clear I had no choice. Upon hindsight the cat and mouse game I played with the other acolytes didn’t even help me shake those illusionary shackles he placed on me…

Well eventually we get our orders to head up to the upper levels, more upper since we were on the forties, to capture one of those benefactors ships heading into orbit and the barge waiting for it. So we make our way there and suddenly our arbiter shows up seconds before the assault. However since we last saw him we were being all stealthy like this time we at least managed to direct his battle mongering to more productive means. Well we attack the shipping area and head inside. Few more spent bullets and weirdness later we make it up to the roof just in time to see the shuttle getting ready to take off.

So we had planned to stop it but suddenly we’re attacked by mecha smily for lack of a better description. You know that always bothered me. There was at least a dozen shuttle pads which were commencing with the shipping however the one WE go to has not only added defenses but one who we’ve encountered before… seems a little too convenient for my tastes. Anyways the battle is a redux of the last fight as we put him down AGAIN. Well due to his appearance we are unfortunately too late to stop that damn shuttle and up and away it goes…”

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Super Mecha Resurrection Mutant Lord Smiley

Once guard forces had arrived at the crawler, Nihlius took us to the guard garrison on level 40. Once there, he used his connections to get us some better equipment. We had a day to prepare while Nihlius prepared his other cells for a joint assault. The next morning, the Scum rejoined us. He had some information onone of the benefactor bases. The information was as useless as he is. According to Nihlius's scouts, we needed to assault several of Tsa's spaceports at once as the benefactor forces had already left the warrehouse the Scum scouted.

 

The assault on our assigned spaceport went smoothly at first. The guards on the outside were well armed and armored, but our new tools made short work of them. The guards on the inside were spread out enough that we were able to dispatch them just as easily.  Once the guards were all killed, the pallet elevators began raising towards the roof. We raced them up in the personnel elevator and were just in time to see the pallets disappear into the benefactors' cargo shuttle.

 

We were about to stop the launch of the ship when a resurrected mechanized Smiley appeared. I was concerned with the fallibility that Smiley's appearance suggested in Nihlius. Smiley mauled each of us in turn, but I was able to repair each of us in turn  as we were struck down. His automatically injected stimms were no match for the power of the etherium, and so we were eventually able to whittle him down. Once Smiley was down, Typhus went over to him and defused a bomb that had been left as a trap inside of him. 

 

At that point, the ship we had wanted to stop began its ascent. Altian and the scum took shots at it with their guns, but only succeeded in dealing cosmetic damage. At that point, Altian called Nihlius to report in and we received new orders.

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Though mouthfuls of some grayish slop Prisoner 718 manages to cough out a few sentences every now and again to the robed man and his guard. His eating style is messy most likely due to the fact that he handn’t eaten anything in days.

“So let me tell you, After I get off that bus train thingy I was on I find myself in this huge factory. Well to put it mildly this place was every reason and example I went into lawlessness instead of the work force. Throughout my entire trip there I felt like I was in more danger from dieing of bordem then I was from anyone shooting at me. Well I find out the estimated time of those guys departing the planet and the scale of the operation before I got ‘fired’ from there…”

With that he continues to eat while the robed man does his best to filter out the sound of his eating from the logs.

“Oh yeah and that creepy multi legged tech priest guy was there to… too bad the fool never even noticed me… thats what you get when you have tunnel vision up the ass.”

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Soloist Log HV-5-5924/7902

Game Date 7/17/09

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WELCOME BACK ALTIAN

I am not getting paid enough to put up with this shit….

Nihilius orders myself, the Psyker, and the Scum to investigate the Basement garage, while he and the tech priest goo to the level that had the warp experiments on it. The Scum puts on some gang leathers and went down first to scout it out. By the time we finally get down there, the scum has blown something up with one of their tanks. We began rounding up the Smileys that were left, when suddenly the place locked down and the lights shut off. Then something began ripping the gangers apart. It wasn’t showing up on my visor, and would jump into and out of the lights before we could fire on it. We began driving the tank to the door, with myself on top, when the thing landed on top of the tank as well. I managed to get a few good shots into its “face” then it retreated, but not after getting a good hit on myself as well. We get to the door, and I manage to unlock it. Apparently this is the way some big APC left before we managed to get down there. Before the door opened, a tech priest came from the doors behind us and began heading toward us. I opened fire, but my weapon wasn’t strong enough to deal any real amount of damage. The scum decides it would be a great idea to run out at him, and as he found out, plasma hurts. He did get a good shot at him with Smiley’s bolter, which then took off across the room. I ran to resecure it before we left the building, as some sort of alarm was blaring, and the tech priest sealed himself inside the bay.

We just make it down the street when the warp rips into our realm and sucks the base into oblivion. Our vehicle was upended by the blast, but I managed to jump off unharmed. Some kind of rip then opened up and some demons appeared. We managed to dispatch them without much trouble, but the Scum then shows his true colors, yellow, and runs off. He then comes crying back to us when he runs into something slightly bigger, and the Psyker and I have to save his worthless ass. Nihilius shows back up with a truck, and our buddy Vern, and we take off after the APC.

We run into a few members of another gang that I am not familiar with, but the group is able to dispatch them easily. I seem to have used up all my luck earlier in the day, as I can’t seem to hit anything anymore. Must be this piece of shit Las. I need a new weapon so damn badly. Finally we catch up to the cargo crawler, and take out some servitors on the back of it. The 4 of us board the crawler, and take out a few more servitors. We are then greeted by our friend from before, who starts to fight Nihilius. I take a few shots at him, and he then calmly informs me of his displeasure at my actions, and would appreciate if I would find a more peaceful way of voicing my objections, via two plasma shots to my face. That…..sucked more than a little. The Psyker then decides to hurl a bandoleer of grenades at the tech priest, causing Nihilius to jump back to our side of the train, and the tech priest got away as he seperated our car from the engine. Nihilius was less than pleased. Turns out the Scum was still on the main part of the train, and disobeyed Nihilius when he ordered to return. As much as I’d like to not see him return, he is more than resourceful enough to pull that stunt off. The psyker and I search the train, and find a lot of weapons and ammo. I manage to grab some better quality auto pistols, and a few tools that will certainly come in handy. In the last room we searched, we find a bunch of people in tubes, most likely servitor experiments. The Psyker points out that one of them was their Inquisitorial contact.

This is not going to end well.

Altian out

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