Rogue Trader: Forsaken Bounty (IC, Closed)

[Revlona]

Commissar Savarian Strong

This is what he lived for, the dance of metal and blood, his bolt pistol made short work of any of the corpses that got to close, his chainsword dealt with the ones who survived his bolt pistol.

To hear one of the surviving troopers explain it years later, he would be seen as an angle of death, the dispersed las fire of the troopers and skittari cut many of the enemy down, but it was the Commissar who did the most of the work.

He stood on a clear patch of the deck when it was finished, body parts littered the floor around him, guts and bone shards plastered his uniform, but he was untouched.

“Psykers, if I shoot this...thing, will it do any harm to the rest of us” The Commissar asked, motioning to the enemy psyker with his bolt pistol, while clearing the guts that had splashed to his face off.

[The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness]

Alina Visscher - Navis Nobilite, House Visscher
The Emperor's Bounty

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The dead rose as the - previously thought to be deceased or at least dormant - navigator's head snapped, his eyes peering at the Rogue Trader's crew with cold, dead eyes. Alina blinked as within a moment, all of the ways leading onto the bridge closed shut, sealing them in with... whatever this thing was as, to make matters worse, the dead started rising, growing swiftly from a small group of... moving corpses, to a proper horde of them. Around the deceased navigator's form, a psy-shield appeared, shimmering and crimson in appearance - far beyond her own capabilities, and then some, considering she never had been capable of something of those likes to begin with.

Too little, too late. She felt a rotten hand lash against her head, the force working her against the ground - and quickly, the (living) Navigator ducked underneath the hand that moved for her, before that reality could ever be brought to fruition. She might not be capable of raising and commanding the dead, but at the very least, she had that going for her, and for a moment, Alina was grateful as she quickly navigated herself towards the relative safety behind the Arch-Militant and his men. To make matters worse, she could hear the Lord Trader call out. "The air's being sucked out! Andros, get us a way out! Commissar and everyone give us a firing line and lay the Emperor's dead to rest!"

Throne. Quietly, she cursed underneath her breath, reaching for the breathing apparatus she had brought with her from the ship - glad that she bad opted to do so - starting to hastily fumble with it, making sure it was ready for usage before the bridge would be cleared of air. "Navigator!" She shouted, with little hope for a response, but trying, nevertheless. "- by order of the Magisterial Houses of the Navis Nobilite, and the power invested in me by them, I command you to stand down at once, that you may surrender yourself for further judgement on the Throneworld. Now!"

Alina shook her head in response to the Arch-Militant's question, disgruntled. "It... It shouldn't. It's a shield but it should not be capable of hurting any of us - it is more powerful than anything I would be capable of creating, though - or most people, for that matter. Exceptionally so. I think it would be better to preserve your ammunition, rather than waste it on... whatever that thing is."

[Morrdh]

The mortally challenged remnants of the Bounty prove to be easy to dispatch and offer no real danger singly, though the writhing cords of warp energy continue to snake across the bridge and soon more and more are joining the shambling mass advancing upon you. Worse, the ones you 'kill' rise again after a few moments with gaping wounds and missing limbs despite the efforts of the Commissar and others. The Navigator just looks on with dead eyes and gives no response even to Alina's demand, though he appeared to visibly hurt when power conduits linked to the captain's throne begin shorting out after Andros overloaded the door controls.

For some of the men from your own ship, it proves to be too much for them and a number of them run towards the nearest portal and begin straining to get it open. There is a growing slimmer of hope as the bulkhead door begins to shift with a protest of squeals and groans.

[Ralnis]

The mortally challenged remnants of the Bounty prove to be easy to dispatch and offer no real danger singly, though the writhing cords of warp energy continue to snake across the bridge and soon more and more are joining the shambling mass advancing upon you. Worse, the ones you 'kill' rise again after a few moments with gaping wounds and missing limbs despite the efforts of the Commissar and others. The Navigator just looks on with dead eyes and gives no response even to Alina's demand, though he appeared to visibly hurt when power conduits linked to the captain's throne begin shorting out after Andros overloaded the door controls.

For some of the men from your own ship, it proves to be too much for them and a number of them run towards the nearest portal and begin straining to get it open. There is a growing slimmer of hope as the bulkhead door begins to shift with a protest of squeals and groans.

By the Emperor they just keep coming.

"Stop pushing at the door and open it!" I shout at the men as they scramble for the controls and open up the bulkhead.

"Everyone fall back for now!"

I led my men and my retinue out of the bridge and closed the bulkhead behind us. It was the only wall between that possessed xeno and my men. Because of this I looked to Alina, knowing the smug superiority that she would have when I say this to her.

"I think that warrants us a trip to the Navigator's Sanctum finally. We must search where that damn thing come from and then I suggest we go to the reactor room and see if we there's any internal defenses that can be used against the corpse. If not, see if we can somehow stop it from gaining power by using the ship's power as a source for it's psyker powers."

[Ameriganastan]

"Why thank you, Explorator. Oh, don't mention it. Simple task to hotwire an entire ship control panel and save all our lives..."

Scarch and his retinue lagged behind as usual. No corpses to poke at this time. He just didn't like these people that much.

"I mean, a little gratitude wouldn't kill them. Servitor, would you...Servitor?"

Scarch looked around, noticing his do-boy was missing.

"Oh, by the Golden Throne. That lobotomized idiot didn't get through the bulkhead, did he? Just great. I'm going to run out of those halfwits before this trip is done..."

He sighed, glancing around the corridor.

"I'm surprised the internal defenses haven't been turned against us. I mean that's what I'd do..."

[Morrdh]

There is a thump against the bulkhead door from the other side, it is quickly followed by several more thumps as whatever is on the other side starts pounding. Soon the noise is like hail upon a tin roof as whatever power possesses the Bounty's Navigator sends its minions to try and bash their way of the ship's bridge. Worst, the coils of warp energy seems to seep through the gaps of the bulkhead and through air vents as they worm their way into the rest of the ship.

To further top things off, there is the sound of distant klaxtons and bangs that reverberate throughout the vessel as sections are sealed and then purged of atmosphere. It seems the thing now controlling the ship's Navigator is attempting to trap you, warranting haste before you are all ensnared in its grasp.