/tg/ - Traditional Games

Oi!, get to it, ya git!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3v8I5egzoMo

The players have arrived on their Krooza, to find it being repaired by a number of happy looking people singing a strange song. These repair servitors all look like Gary Coleman and have the same dead look in their eyes as they sing their happy song.

"Dis iz kreepin' me out..." mutters Grakgut.

Out of the krooza bridge windows can be seen Studio 69, Flagship of the Korst'la lineage, its kilometers of neon lights highlighting the blue-black color scheme.
"Tell ya what!" says Korst'la over the vox, "Why don't you come aboard and we can talk business?"
"Bettah den bein' 'ere!" yells Grakgut, "Let'z go!"
"Excellent!" says Korst'la, "I can assure you it'll be worth your while..." as the voxcaster cuts out.

"Deze gitz ain't roight..." stumbles Wazgor, "dey...kan't get in'ere, kan dey?" as he looks out the window straight at a Gary Coleman.
"But dey'z so...weedy!" cackles Wurrza.

Arriving at the Launch Bay, the kill team sees the Last Danca being refueled.
"Oy, Clarence?" asks Wazgor.
"Yes, boss?" replies Clarence.
"Whyz da 'umiez cleenin da ship so weird?" asks Wazgor.
"Boss, I...don't know." mutters Clarence, "Perhaps it's best to just, uh...smile and nod. They'll be gone soon."
"Dey'z got brained..." whispers Grakgut, "Dun'tcha see da spark plugz in dere 'eadz?!"

Wurrza picks up some of the franken-colemans with his mind and juggles them, but joins the rest in the Last Danca. Boldo flies in and lands on Kroz's head. Boldo is silent.

The Last Danca is shot out the launch bay, into the empty void. Kroz decides to take the scenic route, as he circles the Custodian Battleship. A series of flashing lights leads the Last Danca down into a central landing center. The landing is a little rough but manageable. The Last Danca's doors fall open with a slam. Outside of the Last Danca, the kill team hears hundreds of crowds.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7ArUgxtlJs

"WOTS GOIN ON?" yells Wazgor.
"A pahtey?" asks Grakgut.
"Lotsa brainz..." notes Wurrza.

Looking around, the kill team can see hundreds of humans, tau, some pointy eldar, even a few Space Marines, clad in the purple and gold of the Black Panthers Chapter. Studio 69 is less a battleship, and more a battleship-size nightclub.

"Astartes!" says a voice running up to the Kill Team. It appears to be a Fire Warrior, wearing colors similar to those adorning Studio 69.
"Yeah?" asks Grakgut.
"Astartes!" says the Fire Warrior, "Shas'o Korst'la the Third said you would be arriving soon!"
"Yeah...we 'spekted dat." says Wazgor.
"The Shas'o is waiting for you in the Shoal Nightclub." The Fire Warrior points, "It's down the central spine on the west wing of the ship."
"We'z da emperors mailed fureh! Fureh doesn't play late..." says Wurrza, "Battle Brothas, we'ze gotta shatta dat spine, so'z we kan get ta da klub ahead!"
"Letz go den, dis pahtey looks roight krumpin'" says Grakgut.

Walking through Studio 69 is certainly a strange experience. Between some kroot serving drinks to the tau and humans, and the spess mehreens and bladed Eldar in the gambling dens, the lights are bright and the sounds cacophonous. Arriving at a large neon sign displaying "THE SHOAL NIGHTCLUB", the bouncer waves the Kill Team in. The tables are round and the lights are dim. A number of beings are dancing.
"'Bout time you got here!" says a familiar voice.
The players look toward the voice.
"Over here!" waves Korst'la, sitting on a table above the rest.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3tpxYARqwto

"Nice to see you all could make it." says Korst'la, "Now...I've got some business that might interest you..."
"You'ze a zeeno, but if da kwizitor says you'ze okay, den you'ze okay." says Grakgut.
"This ship has been in my family for generations." says Korst'la, "Those guys at Catalyst tolerate me because I keep them supplied with information. In return, they allow me to continue making money. A cushy deal if I ever did say."
Korst'la reaches into his purple fuzzy coat. "As for information, I know you Deathwatch types like to fight the Xeno and whatnot, so I've got a rather fascinating bit of information that came to my attention."
"We'ze all lissenin'." says Wurrza.
"An interestin' buncha events..." says Wazgor.
At this point, a really spiky looking Eldar, slightly older, sits down. "Bartender, the usual." He looks at the Kill Team. "Korst'la, why are you associating with..." the Eldar starts.
The Kill Team collectively holds their breaths.
"Deathwatch Marines? Relax, Gramps, I think they can help with that problem on Kar'tyr." interrupts Korst'la.
The old Eldar facepalms. "You are an idiot."

"Dere sumfin' wrong?" asks Wazgor.
"Sorry about the Archon, Deathwatch," says Korst'la, "Khodexus has been overworked recently. And Jamal only just fixed the Webway in the back room. Now, on to business..." Korst'la lays out the paper. "This world of Kar'tyr, it's a Tau world on the edge of the Sector. And they're planning a push into your space."
"You'ze sellin' out yer own gitz?" says Grakgut incredulously.
"When it's good for business." shrugs Korst'la, "Besides, they have something that belongs to me. An old family heirloom."
"You want us ta get dis hairloom?" asks Grakgut.
"Of course not! What kind of thief you think I am?" says Korst'la, "Here's the deal. You Deathwatch types rush in, wipe out their command like you types normally do, and I'll give you first pick of the loot, barring my family heirloom. I'll be stealing that back myself."
"Dat sounds like a gud idea!" says 'Eadmangla.
"Then we have a deal?" asks Korst'la.
"We'ze gonna krump'em!" yells Wazgor.

"Excellent! Just-" Korst'la starts before he is interrupted. "Sir, we have a group here calling themselves DeathRock, more of those...oh." sighs Lady Melchert as she turns to look at the Kill Team, "Should I clear them?"
"Doze are our...uh...Chapta Kwior!" says Grakgut.
"Ah! Then by all means, give them the all clear!" says Korst'la.
The Kill Team gets up.
"One more thing..." says Korst'la, "the commanders, I'm told they are masters of the most recent innovations of the Tau. Might want to watch out. I'll send you the relevant data on Kar'tyr immediately." Korst'la thinks a moment. "They call themselves the Dead Cell, and they're supposedly undefeated. It will be interesting..."
"We'ze met undefeated gitz before. Dey ain't undefeated afta we left!" brags Grakgut.
Korst'la gets up. "Oh, and enjoy yourselves, Deathwatch. I'm afraid I don't have much experience in dealing with your types, I'm more used to the Black Panthers. Be sure to buy some souveniers."

Korst'la and his crew leave as the Kill Team starts heads out of the Shoal Nightclub, looking for souvenirs. Deep in one of the darkened hallways the Kill Team suddenly see a blue light, and the one that accompanies it.
"Got a selection of good things on sale, stranger..."

'Eadmangla starts off with a Suspensor for his Lascannon. Grakgut manages to acquire some good Cortex Implants, which he promptly and messily installs, spraying blood everywhere. Wazgor gets a nuclear power supply for his armor, which fits nicely into the power slot. Wurrza FINALLY acquires his Weirdboy Tower, which everyone calls the Wizard's Tower. Kroz tries for and gets a Power Breacher Drill. In tandem with his Dispersion shield it makes for a nasty combo. Together, the team also manages to get a n Armored Prow for their Looted Krooza, complete with angry face on it.

The trip back to the Last Danca is noisy and flashy as always. Embarking onto the Looted Krooza and reaching the bridge, the Kill Team sees Studio 69 about face and enter hyperdrive. Not to be outdone, Kroz mashes the big red button and da Looted Krooza forces itself into the Warp.

Second day of the expected four day trip, a Warp Storm begins to coalesce off the bow of the Krooza. Kroz naturally forces the Krooza directly at it. After suffering some minor damage entering the storm, they begin to see the eye of the storm itself.

"dats roight. Right through da fun stuff. None o'dat muckin 'bout dis time!" yells Kroz as the second half of the plan comes into play. The Krooza opens fire in all directions within the Warp Storm as the now angry-faced krooza slams through the eye and out the other side. In celebration, the entire kill team decides to run down to the painbay and moon Skarfang's Head.

"CHECK A PROPPA BOSS!" yells Grakgut.
"ALL OI SEE IZ A GROT WIF A SQUIG PROBLEM!" says Skarfang.

The kill team then puts a muffle on Skarfang's Head and proceed to play some Skarfangball, a curious combination of handegg, luckswing, and divegrass. After about two days of Skarfangball, da Looted Krooza shudders as the Kill Team leaves the Warp. On the bridge, Kroz suddenly sees Studio 69 exit hyperdrive and then engage cloaking. "All right, Deathwatch, good luck down there!" says Korst'la, as his battleship cloaks.

This session was insane.

"Roit...so wot's da plan fer goin' xeno-fishin'?" asks Wurrza.
"Yer call, boss." Says a nearby cardboard box, "Dey'z all focused near dis big fortress fing."
"Any ways ta smoke 'em out?" asks Wurrza.
"Dunno. Letz foind out." says Grakgut.
"Welp, if ya sneak in, mebbe ya can catch'em wif dere pantz down!" says the box.
"Awroight, 'ere we go!" yells Kroz as he rushes to the Last Danca and starts it up. 'Eadmangla, Grakgut, and Wazgor pile into the Danca. Wurrza hops in a Rokk Pod. Both are shot into the void at the industrialized Tau World. Boldo is fluttering around the Dancer. Wurrza can feel the heat of entry.

The Last Danca lands outside a large Tau Fortress. Wurrza's Rokk Pod impacts a little ways outside a the fortress. The fortress walls are about a half kilometer forward. The kill team reuinites and charges forward. While most of the kill team sees a large gate, 'Eadmangla can see a small side grate in part of the wall. 'Eadmangla hops into the grate, and catches note of a tower nearly a kilometer away. Inside he can see three Tau. One is very jovial fat male. The other two appear to be female, one blonde, one brunette. The brunette is laughing with the fat one. The blonde is silent. 'Eadmangla attempts a shot with his lascannon at the fat tau, and misses horribly. The blonde suddenly turns to the fatman and says something. Through his sight, 'Eadmangla can almost see the blonde one seemingly turn to him. Almost as if she saw him. As the lascannon hits the tower, the fat one ducks, and the three tau make their way out the tower.

"OI" yells Wazgor.
"Wut?" asks 'Eadmangla.
"Ya shoot loike an ork!" laughs Wazgor.

Grakgut takes this opportunity to rip the gate down, catching a small squad of five fire warriors by surprise. Thanks to the surprise round, the kill team makes short work of the Tau. While 'Eadmangla is in the gate, Boldo is chittering around him. 'Eadmangla is caught up in the firefight outside, he isn't paying attention to what is going on around him. As something solid whizzes by 'Eadmangla's face by mere centimeters, Boldo suddenly shrieks and charges behind 'Eadmangla...and starts draining the face of a pathfinder who tried to sneak up on the kill team. The tau are wiped in short order, and as alarms begin blaring, the kill team continues on, as 'Eadmangla takes the pathfinder's gun, a Rail Rifle.

The path through the fortress is a long hallway. After a bit it leads to a set of...stairs.

"STAIRZ! DAH ASTARTITZ TROO WEAKNESS!" says Grakgut before laughing, "Gud fing weze orkz, huh?"

The kill team continues through, searching for the armory which is supposedly, according to Korst'la's data, in the central Command Tower on the roof. Reaching the top of the stairs, the kill team comes to a large open docking bay. There are boxes of weaponry all over.

"ITS ORKMAS COME EARLY!" yells Wurrza.
"LOOT. EVRYFING!" exclaims Grakgut.

The Kill Team suddenly hears a strange humming.
"...I hear you, Deathwatch." says the voxes arrayed around the open docking bay, "You're right on time! "It's good that you're punctual."
"Ooz sayin' dis?" demands Grakgut.
Down from the Commander Tower jumps down an XV-9 Hazard-class Battlesuit, in the Morpheus loadout.
"It's time to start the party..." says the XV-9, piloted by the fat Tau from earlier.
"YOU'ZE!" yells 'Eadmangla, "I missed youze earlier!"
"LAUGH AND GROW FAT!" says Fat Tau as the battlesuit cockpit closes.
"I AINT GUNA DIS TIME!" states 'Eadmangla.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JuFoUof1bFs

Fat Tau is laying down the fire on the players, his Pulse Submunition bombs forcing the players out of cover, and his XV-9 speed allowing him to play keepaway is giving the players some trouble. But they aren't worried. Until...

"Oh Fat Tau, you didn't think to start without us, did you?" says a female voice.
"Vamp! Fortune! So nice of you to make it!" says Fat Tau.

Two more XV-9s land on the docking pad.

>I had to keep up the joke.

Fortune's XV-9 was set up in the Dead Cell loadout, her Phasers laying down incredible amounts of supressive fire. Vamp's XV-9 was in the Liquid Sun loadout, her Fusion Cascades able to bring even the heaviest armor down.

While Fat Tau disrupted the Kill Team's formations, and Fortune pinned them down, Vamp did massive damage, hitting Grakgut through his Mega Armor, and even bringing Wazgor down to criticals from one salvo. The best part was when Wurrza started pushing. As everyone's guns jammed, there was fear that he had handed the fight to the Tau. However, through quick reloading and the fixin' actions of the team's Mekboss, the Tau Commanders are brought down in a series of fiery explosions.

"OI! ITS DEATHSKULLZ SPESHULTY TIME. GRAB YER BAGZ!" yells Kroz elatedly as the Kill Team begins grabbing boxes.
"Grakgut, me arm feels weird." says Wazgor.
Grakgut does medicae, and determines it's a pulled muscle. It will be fine with a day's rest or so.
"Can ya make a betta arm?" asks Wazgor.
"Oi dunno if oi kuld make a bettah arm. Meybe Oi kuld stick a gun dere?" posits Grakgut.

The kill team suddenly sees another XV-9 battlesuit jump over, this one a familiar Commander-class with a cape.
"You'ze 'ere! But you'ze late!" says 'Eadmangla.
"Late?" says Korst'la, "I arrived exactly when I meant to."
Korst'la pops the hatch of his battlesuit, "I found what I was looking for.
"So 'ow we get dere suits fer next time?" asks Kroz.
"Unfortunately, non-tau cannot use battlesuits. Something about the interface fries non-tau minds." Korst'la says as he looks around."But I am a Tau of my word, and the loot is yours. Surprising that Space Marines care about loot, but then again I know the Black Panthers..."
"So, Wot woz youze lookin fer?" asks Kroz.
"Take a look." Korst'la pulls out an ornate looking walking cane.
"... snazzy. wots it do?" says Kroz.
"Belonged to my Grandfather." Korst'la then draws it lightning fast, faster than anything the kill team has ever seen, and fires it. It appears to be a Pulse Rifle Cane.
"... DATS FLASH." says Kroz, nodding in approval, "IF YOUZE WANNA MAKE IT BIGGA, IZ KEN 'ELP."
"I think I'll be good, Space Marine." says Korst'la, "If it worked for my grandfather, it works for me."
Korst'la hops back in his suit. "Maybe another day, Deathwatch." He flies off.

Kroz heads back and brings the Last Danca up to the docking bay. The players move all the boxes onto the Last Danca, and fly off. The trip back takes long due to the Danca stuffed to capacity.

"An' dun ferget! Deze're offishul Astartiz-pattern...uh...MICROPLASMA AUTOGUNZ, YA GITZ!" says Kroz as they begin unloading the Last Danca. The players then notice a cardboard box begin to move. Pliskin reveals himself, and helps the players tally up the loot.

We called the session here.

Another fine tale, Shas'O.

Can't wait for the next one.

I still think the funniest part of this session was Wazgor being brought down from full to critical -4 in one salve from the Fusion Cascades. Critical -4 Energy is simply fatigue, however.

"You mean I took 37 wounds and all I got was a pulled muscle?"
>Pretty much.
"Dem fukken orkz, man."

As for tomorrow's session, I believe it will be interesting. As I have said before, everyone will either rage or simply get confused. I expect no middle ground.

However, I can say that should the players survive, a number of questions will be answered.

but...but...vamp wasn't a girl

>>17041706

What are you talking about? He was totally a girl.

Only a party of Orks could withstand THREE Master tier enemies at the same time

>>17041773

More enemies just encourages them.

survived 37 wounds? as in after armor and toughness? Even at rank 4-5? that's insane. Would anything other than an ork or a marine survive that?
Was session 9 ever put up? I never saw it *sad face*

>>17041680
I literally couldn't even.

I'm going to have to bring my toughness up to 6 after that, and/or investigate an unnatural toughness x3

>>17041870

Session 9 was posted yesterday. Nobody archived it.

>>17041870
We're actually Rank 3. Dem fucking orks man, I'm pretty sure that 37 wound slags 3 or 4 DH characters.

Session 9 wasn't archived on suptg, but it's on archive.foolz.us/tg/

>>17041885

Control, control, you must learn aggro control!

That said, unfortunately there is no way to get Unnatural Toughness x3 (Mining Augments is more or less human only, and Transgenic Grafting must be tied to a specific organ).

>>17041917

You guys are rank 4, pushing rank 5, broseidon. Spend your XP.

>>17041917
So... You want that gun arm? I'll totally hook you up. No pun intended.

>>17041870

Session 9 was them fighting a Necron Overlord whose body was made out of scarabs. After kicking his ass, they stole his sarcophagus.

Well, we COULD have focused on the fusion-cannons, but that would've been intelligent. And we were busy having fun. Dangerous, anti-vehicle-weaponry taunting fun.

Thought that crit had been just a bit higher, just short of a lost arm. Should've remembered we started with a handful more HP. Well either way, even with that, that was a blow well beyond what a rank 1 non-ork RT character, or just about any DH character, could ever hope to avoid vaporisation by. It did make the fight a bit more tense.

Since Kroz is now the party Mek, gonna have to start pumping out those kustomizin upgrades all over. So get in line, we got spiky bitz and chunks of "official" "imperial" tech to tape to everything!

>>17042030
We can put a Pulse Carbine in there. I'd grabbed some but decided against it after realising I'd splurged on 4 individual exotic weapons already. It'll be pistol/rifle forearms instead. just need to buy the pistol prof then.

Its got okay range, good damage, full-auto and we can put some funky stuff in the grenade launcher for your viewing pleasure.

>>17042038

>Necron Overlord whose body was made out of scarabs

Well I...

>they stole his sarcophagus

...I don't even.

>>17042099
Split it in half and trying to turn it into a pilots chair, in the style of those old adjustable-angle geezer beds you see advertised on TV.

But I kept fumbling that even with a fate point! It might just not be meant to be... which would leave us with two lower halves of a sarcophagus just lying there (someone else took the lid as a trophy) in the middle of the bridge.

>>17042099
That was a fun fight. Shots were bouncing off into everywhere. er, everyone.

I think one or two might actually still have their dresses since they never did get shot. Although that probably got submunitioned in session 10.

late night bump