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Updated the current kill tally in the first post.

Most overall kills goes to:
1) Herius Pertinax, for 13 kills.
2) Titan, for 12 kills.
3) Otto Von Swanzstucker III, for 10 kills.

Most valuable kills goes to:
1) Herius Pertinax: 91pts
2) Isaac Hexen: 70pts
3) Otto Von Swanzstucker III: 46pts

Using my follow attempt at a scoring system: Cultist: 1pts, Blue Horror 3pts, Pink Horror: 4pts, Flesh Hound: 8 pts, CSM: 8pts, Zerker: 9pts, Bloodletter: 10pts, Aspiring Champ: 11pts, Mighty Champion: 15pts, Terminator: 17pts, Sorcerer: 20pts.
I'll try to calculate the best kills/points-per-mission ratio so far when I can.

After the current mission, I'm going to rotate who gets the heavy weapons in the devastator (and probably tactical) squads though, as I feel that would be more fair - people's thoughts on this?

Sgt_Scruffy wrote:If you need any fresh cannon fodder, sign me up! I don't care where but I do like to be in the thick of things!

I'm afraid I'm all out of spaces I think, sorry man.

Necroshea wrote:

 Just Dave wrote:


Well, there's a Thunder Hammer and Storm Shield waiting for you in the Terminator Squad if you want it?

Sure. I wasn't feeling the flamer much anyways. Time spent shooting could be time spent smashing face.

Cracking. You're in. I'll start sorting out replacements for the various squads after the current mission is finished.

Doctadeth wrote:So, whose flamer has reaped the most chaos filth.

You mean in the current mission? You'll have to wait and see I guess! It's between you, Medius and Canuck so far: although the latter's got a way better (psychic) flamer!

Rotation of HW sounds like a fair thing to me,

I suppose it makes sense to see if there is a gun I am less accurate with

Nice. Top of the leader boards!

 Just Dave wrote:

After the current mission, I'm going to rotate who gets the heavy weapons in the devastator (and probably tactical) squads though, as I feel that would be more fair - people's thoughts on this?

Sounds good, I think everyone should get a turn with the big guns.

The mission's crashed at the same point about 4 times in a row now.

Very no!

Call the tech-priest!

Techmarine Imperitus is on-hand and has clearly solved the problem, as its working again.

In further news from the mission so far; Vortigern and Titan have found plasmaguns, Purple a meltagun, and Noobimus a serpent's breath (fancy) flamer. Rasputin found a flamer, but on account of being a Devastator, couldn't pick it up (they can't use special, only heavy, weapons).

 Just Dave wrote:
Techmarine Imperitus is on-hand and has clearly solved the problem, as its working again.

In further news from the mission so far; Vortigern and Titan have found plasmaguns, Purple a meltagun, and Noobimus a serpent's breath (fancy) flamer. Rasputin found a flamer, but on account of being a Devastator, couldn't pick it up (they can't use special, only heavy, weapons).

Can I have your Techpriest? My copy doesn't work.

OK, we're about to enter a rather large room full of cover, with around 10csm's inside, including a sorcerer and a dude at the back with a missile launcher that somebody is going to need to... "distract". Any volunteers?
It's probably going to get messy. Expect casualties. I almost just kicked the bucket myself!

More to come tomorrow.

 CthuluIsSpy wrote:

 Just Dave wrote:
Techmarine Imperitus is on-hand and has clearly solved the problem, as its working again.

In further news from the mission so far; Vortigern and Titan have found plasmaguns, Purple a meltagun, and Noobimus a serpent's breath (fancy) flamer. Rasputin found a flamer, but on account of being a Devastator, couldn't pick it up (they can't use special, only heavy, weapons).

Can I have your Techpriest? My copy doesn't work.

Well, I just so happen to have another techmarine going spare. Just contact johnscott10 if you need some tech support.

 Just Dave wrote:
OK, we're about to enter a rather large room full of cover, with around 10csm's inside, including a sorcerer and a dude at the back with a missile launcher that somebody is going to need to... "distract". Any volunteers?

I volunteer Shrikenius the Inept for such a suicide mission:
- You won't lose a valued librarian
- You can blame any and all failures on me
- The highest expectations of me is still several metres below sea level
- I'm a great distraction, the missile launcher marine will desperately want to shut me up.

 Just Dave wrote:
Just contact johnscott10 if you need some tech support.

Funny how true that is, I'm usually the first to be contacted by friends/family when a PC starts acting up XD

shrike wrote:

 Just Dave wrote:
OK, we're about to enter a rather large room full of cover, with around 10csm's inside, including a sorcerer and a dude at the back with a missile launcher that somebody is going to need to... "distract". Any volunteers?

I volunteer Shrikenius the Inept for such a suicide mission:
- You won't lose a valued librarian
- You can blame any and all failures on me
- The highest expectations of me is still several metres below sea level
- I'm a great distraction, the missile launcher marine will desperately want to shut me up.

Whilst I appreciate your noble volunteering (although the phrase about a thin line between bravery and stupidity springs to mind ) and I would gladly send you towards the enemy's guns, I'm afraid Shrikenius isnt deployed this mission - maybe next time?

But yeah, i think i need one or two volunteers to offer to distract the missile guy and use his overwatch shot, so i can then hopefully hit him with our own heavy weapons... Guys?

And hey, its not necessarily a suicide mission! I just took a rocket to the face afterall. Just don't expect to survive...

johnscott10 wrote:

 Just Dave wrote:
Just contact johnscott10 if you need some tech support.

Funny how true that is, I'm usually the first to be contacted by friends/family when a PC starts acting up XD

Ha! Prayers to the Omnissiah and all?

Just Dave wrote:

shrike wrote:

 Just Dave wrote:
OK, we're about to enter a rather large room full of cover, with around 10csm's inside, including a sorcerer and a dude at the back with a missile launcher that somebody is going to need to... "distract". Any volunteers?

I volunteer Shrikenius the Inept for such a suicide mission:
- You won't lose a valued librarian
- You can blame any and all failures on me
- The highest expectations of me is still several metres below sea level
- I'm a great distraction, the missile launcher marine will desperately want to shut me up.

Whilst I appreciate your noble volunteering (although the phrase about a thin line between bravery and stupidity springs to mind ) and I would gladly send you towards the enemy's guns, I'm afraid Shrikenius isnt deployed this mission - maybe next time?

Guess I get to die another day... yay?

If I am available, I an always up for a chance at a rocket launcher!
Normally the proposed method of finding one is not preferable, but I'll take what I can get.

Can't wait for the next report!

I'd gladly volunteer Commander, Unfortunately I'm back on the strike cruiser showing the boys how to (mis)handle a gun.

Send Silver in.

Yep, send silver in with a live grenade.

He's right, A grenades the only way, Emperor knows he cant hit anything any other way

The faith you all have in Silver warms my cold, dead heart. However - as I'm sure you'll all be delighted and deeply reassured to know - Silver's one of the guys we're relying on to take out the missile Word Bearer...

Silver's also - with a fully charged plasma cannon - standing right behind Doctadeth!

Kirsanth has nobly volunteered to act as chief bullet/missile catcher though, so we'll see how (badly) it goes.

kirsanth wrote:If I am available, I an always up for a chance at a rocket launcher!
Normally the proposed method of finding one is not preferable, but I'll take what I can get.

Thanks for your volunteering, Kirsanth, you'll go down in the good-annals for this, probably as a valiant martyr!

And thanks to your unfortunate demise (to another missile) last mission, you make a very practical volunteer as there won't be much xp to potentially lose!

Kirl will get a rocket.....TO THE FACE!

Do not keep us waiting

Hey, I've got a social "life" to attend to: it'll be tomorrow at the earliest I'm afraid.

The suspense is killing me.

No wait. . .that's rockets.

Dont make me shoot you all in the back

If we tried to make you you'd probably miss...

Kirsanth: Professional Rocket Catcher.

Someone on the ship, print him out some business cards before we get back.

I'm on it. I'm stuck on the ship, so I might as well.

I'll also make him a mitt while I'm at it.

 Platuan4th wrote:
Kirsanth: Professional Rocket Catcher.

Someone on the ship, print him out some business cards before we get back.

"You're one lucky man, Kir." Cato said as his chirugeon administered a dose of painkiller into Kirsanth's arm, "Not many, even amongst our number, can take the weight of fire you do and have the ability to keep on standing back up."

Kirsanth grunted, "Lucky? Being a bullet magnet is hardly lucky." The lithe arms of Cato's chirugeon flitted around his arm like large insects searching for a spot to bite. Kirsanth batted them away and pulled himself off the chair, gritting his teeth as pain flared up his recently healed leg and blossomed inside his thrice rebuilt chest.

"You got hit by a krak missile and didn't lose a single limb," Cato replied, the arms of his chirugeon drooping as he detached the apparatus, "I'd call that lucky."

Kirsanth shot him a glare, "Yes, now I get to live to see another one hit me." He sighed, rubbing a thick hand across his scarred face, "I'm sorry, Cato, I'm not angry with you."

Cato nodded, "I know."

The pain began to subsides as Cato's painkillers started their work, aiding Kirsanth's enhanced Astartes physiology and helping him ignore the complaints from his various battle wounds. "At least I don't have to be shoved inside a Dreadnought."

"Would you believe me if I said we've got a sarcophagus prepped and ready for you?" Cato chuckled.

Kirsanth grinned, "I wouldn't give Proficio or Veri the satisfaction, besides, how'd they react to what Purple got the Predator into?"

Cato sat himself down on the chair, "Apparently you could hear them cursing across the other side of the ship." He sighed, "If only fixing machines were as easy as fixing people."

Kirsanth gave Cato a playful punch on the shoulder, "Don't beat yourself up, you and Won do a great job, I mean, look at the wonders you perform on me."

"And think about what you come back to me with after I do." Cato waved a hand before him, "That didn't come out right, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, I knew what you meant." Kirsanth watched Cato as the apothecary looked forlornly around the apothecarion. The apothecary had a rugged look to him that all astartes shared, but was more prominent in him than any others. His eyes bore the weight not only of combat, of dealing with its consequences. By the hands of the astartes foes and friends alike died in glory on the battlefield, but for apothecaries, they also died in theirs arms or on the operating table. He had whispered promises that his brothers would be fine, only to break them seconds later when they could hold on no more.

"Is it wrong," Cato muttered, "for me to dream of the day when our brothers may finally stop dying?"

Kirsanth gave Cato's shoulder a reassuring squeeze, "It is never wrong to dream of peace, brother." Cato nodded, and covered Kirsanth's hand with his own. "It may seem strange, but soldiers, more than anyone, dream of peace. There is no feeling like being able to sleep without fear of never waking up."

"And you, Kir,?" Cato asked, "Why is that you dream of peace?"

Mere inches separated their faces. Kirsanth could feel Cato's warm breath upon his cheeks. Something in the man's eyes lured him closer, something begged to be set free, something Cato had caged behind bars of adamantium now howled for release, "I would dream of peace so that all this death would cease, so that you may have your wish, so that you yourself would not die." Kirsanth could fight the silent urge within him no longer; Cato's inner beasts would taste freedom this night.

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Oh shi-, I thought you said "Someone ship him"; my bad.

Nicely written, Avatar! Big fan.