40k -- formaatiot ja FOCit

[Entrooppi]

Ja vähä pörröä. Englanniksi aivojumpan ja käännöskukkasten vuoksi.

Barabbas Ascendant:

Brother-Sergeant Barabbas observed the tactical display of his helmet. His head was swimming and although his bioengineered brain did not fully comprehend the meaning of fear, a shadow clouded his mind. Runes on the display shimmered ominously and he found it hard to grasp their meaning. He uttered a short prayer to the Emperor and concentrated his thoughts. Three runes indicating his brothers were red, three yellow and four green. Three Brothers dead. Three Brothers of the Astartes in Tactical Dreadnought armour felled by this rabble. Barabbas could not believe it. These were but rebels, the lowliest form of enemies. This so-called Brotherhood of the Black Spiral was supposed to be only a minor rebellion, easily quelled by a lightning attack of Squad Valorosus, a full ten-Brother squad from the First Company of the Celestial Guard. They had been near the planet when they heard the distress-signal and had responded instantly. They had chosen an unorthodox mix of Assault and Tactical weaponry with half of the squad bearing Lightning Claws and the rest ranged weapons and Power Fists. Barabbas had thought this to be only a small detour, quick battle against the poorly armed and weak-willed heretics and a perfect opportunity to test the mix of weapons. Emperor had deemed otherwise and now Barabbas and his squad were locked in a pitched battle against a never-ending wave of fanatical heretics with mixed armament ranging from spiked clubs to bipod-mounted Multi-Meltas.

Barabbas sent a signal to Brother Gestas, asking for covering fire and an another to Brother Isaac ordering him to follow. Then he started to advance over the square. Gestas´s Storm Bolter roared and shells tore into the building opposite them. Barabbas and Isaac entered the building, a supposed headquarters of the rebels. Brothers Dismas, Silas and Jonah had entered before them, cleansing the rooms with fire from Dismas´s Heavy Flamer. Now the runes of Silas and Jonah were red, indicating that they had fallen. Dismas´s rune was still yellow, so Brother Dismas was somewhere in the building, wounded. Barabbas would not leave his brothers behind, dead or alive. Rest of the Squad Valorosus were circling behind the building and in there, the resistance was also heavy. Brother Timaeus had fallen, Brothers Simon and Phileas advancing. Situation was looking grim, but withdrawal was not an option. "What is the terror of death? That we die our work incomplete. What is the joy of life? To die knowing our task is done" Barabbas recited over the vox as he stepped forward, Storm Bolter and Power Fist ready to dispense judgement.

The first rebels were put down easily. Isaac´s Lightning Claws flashed with energy as he ripped the poorly armed militia into pieces. There were burned bodies everywhere and the walls were scorched black, evidence of the holy rage of Dismas´s Phaeston Pattern Heavy Flamer. After the first wave of rebels was defeated Brother-Sergeant Barabbas contacted Brother Phileas over his vox. Phileas´s voice was badly distorted and heavy fire rang in the background.
"We are entering deeper into the building, searching for Brother Dismas. Advance slowly and purge the upper stories!"
"Through the destruction of our enemies we earn our salvation." Brother Phileas confirmed and then his voice was drowned out by the mighty roar of Brother Simon´s Assault Cannon. Barabbas walked forward, reciting the Litany of the Blessed Bolter. Behind him, Isaac followed, grim and silent.

They found Brother Silas at the stairs that led down. His Tactical Dreadnought armour was battered by dozens of hits from las-weapons, solid slugs and scorched by fire. But his helmet was torn apart by something else and his left side was gouged by small explosions. Barabbas knew the gouges as soon as he saw them. "Astartes Bolter Shells. Traitors are here" he said more to himself than to Isaac. Then he activated the vox again, but could not contact his Brothers. Their icons were still green or yellow. Isaac did not utter a word, his crackling claws the only language that he seemed to need. Barabbas felt coldness creep on his skin, when he understood that this was much more than he had thought. He ordered Isaac to go first down the stairs. The grim warrior obeyed without a word, descending down the stairs slowly, his heavy, armed feet trampling shell cases and bodies of heretics.

The two Astartes descended without resistance. The stairs were littered with the bodies of their enemies. As they reached the cellar floor, Barabbas studied his surroundings with growing anxiety and felt old hatred seep into his heart. Walls were covered with unholy symbols of chaos, the three point symbol of The Plague Father being the most dominant of them, along with a ragged, ominous black spiral. Isaac peered into the corridor leading left. "Dismas" he said curtly and stepped forward. Suddenly something flashed into view from the right and Barabbas fired instinctively. The bodies of the rebels were blasted into a bloody haze by the blessed ammunition of Brother-Sergeant Barabbas´s Storm Bolter. Still the heretics surged forward, with krak grenades and improvised explosives in their hands. "Go. I will cover our advance" Barabbas ordered Isaac and he obeyed silently. Barabbas started to walk backwards, firing simultaneously. Runes indicating his ammo status flickered alarmingly. Body parts, blood and shreds of meat covered the blasphemous symbols as the bodies of the rebels exploded from the fury unleashed by Barabbas. The corridors rang with the sound of righteous judgement. Abruptly, the wave of rebels stopped precisely at the same point as Barabbas ran out of ammo.

Dismas lay on his back, armor badly damaged by bolt shells and something that appeared to be some kind of close combat weapons. The slashes made by the melee weapons were covered in sickly, brown-green slime. Dismas was unconscious, badly wounded but alive. "I will take you out of here. And our Brothers shall be avenged, thousandfold" Barabbas whispered to the mauled body of Dismas. Then he lay his Storm Bolter on the floor, thanking it´s machine spirit and asking for forgiveness for abandoning it. He grasped Dismas´s Heavy Flamer and picked it up. "Forward" he said to Isaac and even if Brother Isaac did not say anything, Barabbas could feel the righteous hatred emanating from him.

They entered something that appeared to be an unholy sanctum. It was a large hall, walls covered with the same symbols they had seen earlier. Before them was an altar, covered with skulls and dried blood. Behind the altar was a huge black spiral, painted to the floor and mirrored on the ceiling. Barabbas´s artificial senses flickered. His vision distorted and suddenly someone fired from the far corner of the hall. A short burst of bolter shells stroke the ground before them, the last shell hitting Brother Isaac in the leg. Barabbas answered with a gout of flame from his newly acquired weapon and broadcasted the Litany of Retribution over common vox-channels. Something moved over the black spiral, a ripple of a shadow, almost too feint to notice. A blasphemous resitation was broadcasted over all the vox-channels, blocking even the secure-thought channels of the Celestial Guard. More bolter fire came from the another far corner and this time the impacts shuddered Barabbas´s breastplate. His vision distorted again, spirals and maddening fractals leaped into view from the corner of his eyes. Barabbas tore off his helmet and saw Isaac advancing towards the far end of the hall. Black smoke was rising from the spiral and Barabbas heard movement behind him. He turned to face the corridor they had just walked and saw another wave of heretics attacking. The flames engulfed them just before they reached Dismas, the scorching wave of promethium flying over the wounded Brother´s body.

As the screams of the blasphemers died out, Barabbas heard the familiar ripple and cackle of Lightning Claws. As he turned again, as fast as his rather clumsy armour allowed, he saw only black smoke, with occasional flashes of light glimmering from the other side. For the first time in centuries, Brother Sergeant Barabbas of the Celestial Guard was unsure of his actions. After a fleeting moment of hesitation he also advanced into the dark fumes. They smelled of burned flesh, of terror and destruction.

His head felt odd and he saw things, things that could not exist this side of the Immaterium. Dark and twisting things that hungered for his soul and mocked him for his failure. He found it hard to recall, what that failure was, or even who he was. He knew that he needed to do something, avenge something or someone. For some time he fought against his own mind, trying to understand what was happening. Then he remembered and Brother Sergeant Barabbas prayed for the Emperor to keep his soul as he fired the Heavy Flamer. Flames lashed against the wave of horrors that was advancing towards him from the unending gulf of blackness that opened up before him. The unclean spirits fell from the holy flames, but more came at him and Barabbas knew despair, this too, being a new feeling for him. He prayed for the strength to destroy the creatures, for the strength to save his Brothers from them. His head was spinning and he dared not gaze into the abyss from which the creatures sprang forward. Dimly, like from from far away he heard the sound of crackling energy made by Lightning Claws. Fear and despair battered against his mind like an army against fortifications and Barabbas felt his walls beginning to fail. His Power Fist hummed into life with destructive energies as the first of the horrors reached him. He crushed it down and directed the bright flame springing forward from his another weapon, all the while praying frantically.

Soon he felt a presence in his mind, a dark but enticing presence, fuelled by his own despair and rage. It talked to him of failure, of success, of weakness, of strength, of despair and of hope. And vengeance. Vengeance against the heretical Planetary Governor that had led the Astartes into this trap, vengeance against the heretics who had created the trap and vengeance against his own who had failed. The thoughts and pictures filled his mind and his consciousness sunk deep into itself, descending inwards in a black spiral. He remembered forgotten vistas of homeland, dreams of future and of love, a voyage off to become an Astartes against his own will, and years after years of endless, hopeless war. He screamed simultaneously at the injustice of it all and at the heresy of his thoughts. He prayed to the Emperor, prayd to whatever entity dwelt in the spiral, prayed to the all encompassing blackness of the endless void between the stars.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he pulled himself free from the creature and the darkness that was inside him. He was back in the cellar, the void was gone and so were the creatures. There were bodies of heretics around them, and the bodies of Simon and Phileas also. Through the haze that still covered his mind, Brother Sergeant Barabbas turned to look for Brother Isaac. He saw Isaac in the corridor, kneeling over something. He laughed and the sound of the laughter chilled Barabbas to his enhanced marrows. Already somehow understanding what he would see, Barabbas walked forward. He found Isaac next to Dismas, also helmetless, stabbing his Brother´s dead body with his Lightning Claws repeatedly. Barabbas heard a small whisper in his mind, ushering to slay his Brother. He raised the flamer. As the flame sprang forward, Isaac turned in horror and Barabbas saw his error. He had been tricked by the creatures, Isaac had been trying to wake up Dismas and not maiming him. Flame struck Isaac´s uncovered face and he died without a word.

Barabbas screamed without words, giving finally in to his despair. For a long time he just screamed, from the bottom of his mighty Astartes lungs. He wallowed in his shame, blamed himself for the weakness that had allowed the creatures to lure him against his Brother. Slowly his despair flowed into madness and he prayed again. He prayed for the revival of Isaac, for the undoing of his horrible crime. Again he prayed to any god or entity that would listen. Slowly he came to understand that his prayers were being answered. Isaac´s scorched body was lifted off the ground, carried by some unspeakable power towards the altar. The once mighty warrior descended on to the altar and Barabbas saw tendrils of darkness enter into the body. Isaac´s body twitched, his Lightning Claws cracked to life. "Praise to the Black Spiral" Barabbas uttered, confused and insane. Suddenly he felt the same energies that had raised Isaac, surge into him. His body was wracked by unspeakable pain. Over the course of the blasphemous mockery of the process that had first made him Astartes, his weapons fused into his body and his body subsequently morphed beyond recognition.

[DraSa]

Niijjoo. Mie unohin viimeks merkata maalauspisteet. Eli Kalle sai sen puolikkaan, se on nyt siellä pistepostauksessakin.

jeps, näin ajattelinkin ensimmäisen kierroksen perusteella.

Ja thumbs up pörröstä :)

[Sutenööri]

Nelos missionista.

Seittemän (7) fukkin objektiivia?!?!?! Ja vain troopit skooraa? Mitä täällä on polteltu näitä missioneita kirjotellessa?

Ei mulla muuta, kovat on ajat ritareilla.

-Juha-

[DraSa]

Jere ja Pekka, miten on teidän liiga pelin laita?

Kiekka ois niinkö jo loppunu :)

[Varapalmus]

Just olin pistämäs asiast viestii. Elikkä koska kumpikaan ei kerennyt, niin pelaamaton tasapelihän siitä tuli.

[DraSa]

Do dih, uusi kierros käynnissä.

Nyt on käynyt sillai, että Pekka Tiihonen ja Lauri Lattu ovat jättäytyneet liigasta pois.

Pekka siksi, että muuttaa pois Joensuusta, eikä näin ollen kykene pelejään pelaamaan. Laurilla on taas koulu- ja muita kiireitä turhan paljon.
No tasaparit säilyvät, eli ei hätää.

[Varapalmus]

Mä olin kuullut että haltiat on kovia, mutta huh. Nää suippokorvat ei olekaan mitään hentoja metsänkeijuja, vaan jotain suoraan Dresden Filesista.

Vaikka se luovutusvoitto/tuleva wipeout olikin, niin se ei edes haittaa koska homma oli sen verran opettavainen kokemus. Kiitos tästä, ens kerralla mietin päätökseni läpi vähän paremmin, nyt kun tiedän miten homma pelaa.

[Rune]

En ruvennut tekemään uutta ketjua tälle, ja tuo kiinnitetty ketju näyttää olevan vain turnausraportteihin. Elikkäs:

Mikä on 40k:n suunnitelma keväälle? Fabaa oli tarkoitus varmaankin liigailla taas jossain muodossa. Onko 40k:n organisointityypit miettineet mitään?

Vois vähän taas kartoittaa jo etukäteen että miten paljon aktiviteettia on tulossa. :)

[DraSa]

Itse en ole ainakaan tietoinen mistään suunnittelusta ja olen niin kiireinen, etten voi sellaiseen osallistua.

[Pikku]

En ruvennut tekemään uutta ketjua tälle, ja tuo kiinnitetty ketju näyttää olevan vain turnausraportteihin. Elikkäs:

Mikä on 40k:n suunnitelma keväälle? Fabaa oli tarkoitus varmaankin liigailla taas jossain muodossa. Onko 40k:n organisointityypit miettineet mitään?

Vois vähän taas kartoittaa jo etukäteen että miten paljon aktiviteettia on tulossa. :)

Saku on ainakin osittain luvannut ottaa vastuuta kevään liigasta.