The Fabricated Tales
of Alpha Capharius
DC-12-9/5/9/ZT5F412A0
Part Six
+++
S.I.M.O.N+++
S.I.M.O.N
lounged indolently in its nebulous environment, enjoying the turmoil that was
being generated by such small gifts of the warp; a touch of madness goes a long
way!
+++ End of
Fate+++
+++Personal
Encrypted Journal+++
Madness is
ever the curse which inflicts the many companions and followers I have acquired
over the long life I have maintained.
The start of this particular journey was to recover our lost equipments,
our sequestered spoils, the missing vehicle body for WOE (silence… tehe) oh and I guess we might recover the lost member
Fabio (though to be honest I think and believe everyone was more interested in
recovering lost spoils than finding him).
+++ End
Encrypted Journal+++
The internal transformation that the Jakero devices
were performing on my body continued and I became aware of the greater
enhancements formulating within my herculean frame. RALPH had done its job and with a sigh of
deep regret, dropped inert to the ground.
(Nay sire, I am still here, just
integrated into your stellar body, you will still enjoy my dry wit and humorous
anecdotes till the end of time…) Never one to miss an opportunity I kept
the inert remains, as I now had an awareness to put them to good use. One downside to the continual transformation
was the diminishing of my power field generator; it now had a temporary
functioning capacity of forty percent. I
am hopeful that I can improve on this over time; after all I am a genius.
The toxic environment that is this ship continues
to have adverse affects on the group.
Most worrisome is the mental state of Horst who now has conversations
with his weapons. When I have the time
I’ll have to whip up a device to place on his weapons to facilitate these
delusions, just a simple logic engine that will provide the intercourse he
desires. Why he has attached female
names to his weapons is disturbing, well perhaps irritating is the best way to
describe it. I think I shall have his
weapons announce each time they are used with “Hello Dave how are you today?”
Reximus was as ever amused with my deliberations,
we share so much in common and he chose that time to share a mental image of
pre-imperial memorabilia.
HAL: By the way, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?
Dave: No, not at all.
HAL: Well, forgive me for being so inquisitive; but during the past few
weeks, I've wondered whether you might be having some second thoughts about the
mission.
Dave: How do you mean?
HAL: Well, it's rather difficult to define. Perhaps I'm just projecting my
own concern about it. I know I've never completely freed myself of the
suspicion that there are some extremely odd things about this mission. I'm sure
you'll agree there's some truth in what I say.
Dave: Well, I don't know. That's rather a difficult question to answer.
HAL: You don't mind talking about it, do you, Dave?
Dave: No, not at all.
HAL: Well, certainly no one could have been unaware of the very strange
stories floating around before we left. Rumors about something being dug up on
the moon. I never gave these stories much credence. But particularly in view of
some of the other things that have happened, I find them difficult to put out
of my mind. For instance, the way all our preparations were kept under such
tight security, and the melodramatic touch of putting Drs. Hunter, Kimball, and
Kaminsky aboard, already in hibernation after four months of separate training
on their own.
Dave: You working up your crew psychology report?
HAL: Of course I am. Sorry about this. I know it's a bit silly.
Oh what I could do with poor Horst, but I shall
see, time has not been available, and it’s been go go go since setting foot on
this cursed ship. Through interacting
with the machine spirits on this ship I am able to locate our missing transport
vehicle and supplies… oh and the location of Fabio – a small consolation
prize. There is a set of lifts that can
take us through the ship’s deck level; there are two sets of lifts – one marked
for personnel, the other vehicles.
Tempting as taking the express freight elevator was, the group decided
that the safer course of action was the personnel elevator. Sanity and reasoning when making decisions (at
time - okay, all the time) seems to be lacking in all of my minions, and upon
entering the lift (after worrying what might be on the other side) several of
the miscreants pressed every button they could see! Rather than a quick descent, I had to deal
with the intolerable background music and the bickering of my fellows as to who
pressed all the buttons and slowed down the journey.
Yes the journey was slowed down, the lift stopped
at the next level down (thankfully no one discovered the lift could go up) and
the sight which greeted our eyes was most disturbing. I discerned that some horrible calamity had
overcome the personnel on this level (someone must have suggested the last
person leaving pay the butchers bill) as they attempted to flee to the safety
of the very lifts we occupied. My
instinct took over and I made every attempt to seal the lift doors and resume
our journey to the next level. Why I was not surprised with the sudden drop in
temperature and the lift systems failing I don’t know, to my even greater
surprise was the fact the lift did not plummet to the unknown depths and an
unpleasant and sudden painful stop. As
you may know, dear reader, the drop in temperature heralded the translocation
and appearance of a creature from the warp, of course Lady B and Elsie babbled
about dragonkin and their usual superstitious clap trap. My reaction to the
entity appearing was to slap the nonfunctioning lift interface, with the kind
and helpful assistance of WOE (playfully
slaps my posterior… what when did that happen?). From within the carnage manifested the warp
entity of some forgotten hunger, its first utterance to us was “so hungry” and
it slapped its amorphous bulk towards us.
I shouted that “perhaps you should finish your leftovers before settling
on the desert”, and was surprised when it did indeed start shoveling the dead
into its distorted form.
Combat ready, and just needing an excuse to
discharge weaponry Elsie shot Horsts left leg off!
+++S.I.M.O.N+++
No I can’t
have one of my favourite playthings die in this trivial and laughable
situation, let’s start again shall we!
+++End of
Fate+++
The afterimage was erased from existence, though
Horst had a disturbing conversation with Jessica
his gun over the incident. Large amounts
of energy and missiles thundered out of the tiny elevator, and had I not been
equipped with sound dampening systems I fear I may have lost my hearing. It should be noted that the group, when
threatened can pump out an extraordinary volume of damage, sometimes it can
even hit the intended target. The result
of this outpouring of grief was with the poor creature giving up its hold on
the real world and dissipating back into the warp from whence it had come. The
power returned to the lift and before any of the less intelligent members could
exit and find more trouble I had closed the lift doors and resumed the journey
to the required deck level.
Arriving at the desired level, and finding no
immediate threat, we exited and made our way along the corridor. Turning a corner we were alerted to a corpse
slumped against the wall. My paranoia
levels indicated that standing a distance away and scanning the corpse with the
suite of diagnostic tools might be a better way of discerning my safety. The scan returned a “no life signs detected”
and the report of a metallic sphere clasped to the chest. Grenade I initially thought, yet before my
advice could be sought or given, the corpse had been interfered with by Horst
and Elsie. No grenade, which was a
blessing, but a Jakero data sphere which I learnt from the data slate on the
corpse is the original source for the translated Jakaero data slate I
carried. I was enraptured that I now had
the source material (in Jakero – bugger a
small set back as I don’t have that language access – yet bahahahahaha) and
the imperial translation to compare; with my level of genius I can see so much
possibility in my future and that for humanity.
My eyes were also able to zoom to the level required to read much of the
script on the device, a function I see that has been improved a hundredfold
over the dodgy Adeptus Mechanics model.
The data slate proved to be the personal journal of the Fabricator
General Lady Celina (whom we met briefly in my previous log entry) and
contained a gold mine of information, including security codes, activation
sequences and – oh all references to the perfidy of the ship’s captain in
sabotaging the mission for the colonists.
All the proof needed was there, including reference to Reximus, it was
more than enough that would have seen the fool executed had the relevant
authorities been able to enact it. From
what I could gleam from the data, the captain was the source of the corruption
and his agenda was to ensure the planet remained a primitive and barbarous
place. Well it certainly maintained
that! I remained absorbed in reading the
Jakaero sphere, my copy and the personal data slate to realize the group had
moved on to LOOT mode…
The group had located the resting place of our
transport, though it did not contain what was hoped for. The vehicle had been stripped clean; every
precious resource acquired had been taken, with the exception of CRAPpER-ONE. When I finally joined the group after having
my reverie broken by WOEs (cortex
stimulation – pleasure) anger at finding its original form desecrated. I
discovered that even the core cogitator housing the machine spirit was
gone. WOE (gentle slap) could not return to its former body. Signs of struggle (blood in quantity) and
evidence that the supplies had been transferred to another vehicle meant that
forces onboard were active and not friendly, though no one on the whole has
been happy to see us.
The vehicle bay contained four huge containers
which, with reluctance, I opened. The
contents proved to be harmless, just containing fuel and ammunition loads of
missiles and autocannon rounds. A
vehicle park was adjacent and it was opened, revealing two vehicles
within. One was an APC, similar to the
Rhino model currently in use throughout the Imperium. The other was larger and more threatening
(land raider size), which I identified through a data search as a crowd control
service vehicle, weapon hard points were on either flank and an autocannon
turret was mounted on the top hull. I
was drawn to this larger vehicle and made contact with the artificial
intelligence that controlled it. What
can I say about my affinity with machines, they love me, but I certainly know
how to pick the ones with quirky personalities.
The intelligence within called itself LUTHOR (Lethal aUxiliary Transport
Housing Ordinance Retaliation) and its personality was eager, aggressive and
compulsive. I worried about the possible
conflict that two unique intelligences sharing an affinity with me might have? Would they quarrel, would they accept the
others position, would they share? In
the end my fears proved to be without substance as they both accepted the other
and their sphere of influence and guidance by me.
I thought it would be an idea to get LUTHOR (huzzah!) out of the storage bay, I had
not paid attention to the APC parked in front of it. LUTHOR (huzzah!)
advised me that it would have little difficulty getting the machine out of the
way – this was my first brush with its unique personality and problem solving
techniques. LUTHOR (huzzah!) simply rammed the APC, almost crushing Elsie who was
trying to gain entrance. It then pushed
the vehicle, the sounds of metal on metal making a hellish noise, into the open
area outside the bay, whereupon it then fired its autocannon into the critical
fuel tanks, causing the complete destruction of said vehicle. I asked why it did this. The problematic reply
“I never liked it.” Oh dear I can see
problems in the future if I cannot curb its compulsive nature. I gave it simply instructions to guard the
area; it interpreted that as patrolling…
Feeling secure that our exit from the area was safely
(relatively so - considering the lunatic now patrolling the confines) secured the
group entered the main housing area in this complex. It was our belief (at that the time) the missing
supplies and Fabio (don’t forget him –
Ed.) would be found within - well a partial success was achieved. The main doors led into an area identified as
the House Guard main stores, this news sent the looters into a frenzy and six
rooms later the group was still not satisfied.
There were some points of note during this (almost) peaceful
interlude. I discovered a box containing
a chip sealed in a liquid filled vial – it was also firmly grasped by a Jakero
Couatl. I had no desire for impending
doom and calamity to test the level of activation that the Coutal may have, so
I have left the tempting chip secure in its container. Elsie discovered a gauntlet, which despite
being told not to play with it, put it on!
The response from Lady B when she saw the unsettling effects the device
had on Elsie was to hack his arm off.
This did not appear to either stop the process or kill Elsie in the
process (damn). Not happy with the fact
the arm reattached itself, Lady B hacked the arm off a few more times to test a
gamut of theories that swam in her lurid mind.
Nothing changed the fact that Elsie had acquired another chaos tainted
device and his already mutated form was going down the same road as Fabio –
damnation awaited. What was Elsie doing
while Lady B was slicing and dicing? Was
he resisting? Did he enjoy the whole
endeavour? Nope, he was unconscious,
which is just as well as I fear Lady B may have cut his head off (though I did
suggest this as a way of furthering her investigation). It would appear that Elsie has now acquired
an enhanced nano-healing metabolism, time will tell what other secrets will be
revealed. The rooms contained much in
the way of supplies to replace those lost from our original transport.
It was while searching the rooms and revealing the
caches of equipment that Horsts bizarre behavior stood out. He now had to look into any room with the
weapon Jessica talking to him and he
to her while scoping the area. It looked
foolish to say the least and became even more an issue when Horst discovered
new weapons. These all vied with his
disorder and clamored to be addressed, each in turn. Horsts harem of weapons was growing… I had to
find a way to reduce this condition – hopefully not with a full lobotomy. Horst now has Lucy the bolt pistol, Miranda
the lascannon, and Priscilla the bolt
gun.
Elsie discovered a ring he could not work out,
probably as it could not fit on his mutating hand. In other words he could not take off his
gauntlet. He chose not to allow me to
examine the object, but took to his knee and offered the ring to Lady B. Oh joy (no, nausea was my reaction) a royal
wedding, that’s all we need now.
Perversely Lady B accepted the proposal, as to what the ring is – well I
guess just that, a ring. One Ring to rule
them all, One Ring to bind…
The issue that brought the group to distraction was
the discovery of the mobile weapons platform.
Why would this be seen as an issue, well the bloody thing had a mind of
its own. Its first interaction when I
awakened it was “please identify target to be neutralized”. I may have inadvertently glanced at Elsie
with a brief thought of malice.
+++SIMON+++
The link to
the platform (which identified as STEVEN – Sentient
Tracked Enhanced Vehicular Engineered Nuisance) was tenuous enough to allow
S.I.M.O.N to interfere… bahahahahahahahahaha
+++End of
Fate+++
Quick as lightning STEVEN fired its weapon at Elsie
who should have in all probability been disintegrated from the attack. Elsie though was blown across the hall,
through a wall and landing (admittedly in a heap) intact. When Elsie stood up, his splayed gauntlet
discharged the energies directly down, blowing a massive hole in the floor and continuing
downwards through an unknown number of decks.
Could I say Elsie was pleased with this outcome, learning that his new
toy had granted him potential godhood?
No, he was furious, thinking that I was the cause of this attack (maybe – but prove it), why he thought
this I have no idea, I certainly gave no order.
Elsie did what he does best and moved to attack me; this gave STEVEN all
the permission protocols to fire again.
I had to intervene before matters got out of hand; I certainly wasn’t
worried about Elsie being able to harm me.
Pfft, his attempts before have all amounted to nothing more than
impotent displays for bravado. Fate
intervened in the manifestation of psychic potential from Lady B, of course the
drop in temperature was the dead give away, and the fact Reximus voxed me the
details. STEVEN was plucked into the
air, its systems protesting this unnatural act and unceremoniously pitched into
the hole Elsie had created. It’s
plaintive cries (would you like some
toast?) echoing from the depths for some time before the sound of its
impact and ammunition explosion were heard – heralding its demise. The tension created by this event was not
easy to resolve, and I fear that I will need to be ever more vigilant in
future.
One good piece of equipment found was a
non-occupied robotic frame similar to WOE (slap,
tickle). This spare frame was good
news for me as I had spare parts should WOE (tickle, caress) need them, and I cannot locate a workshop. It also gave it the option to swap frames
should it desire, though I will need the Jakero transfer device which is
amongst out lost supplies to affect this.
Elsie’s body transformation was continuing. We now registered no life signs from him; he
was to all intents a corpse. There was no heart beat, a pulse of any kind. His
skin now had a uniform grey colour (which distressed him no end), and his face
now had a featureless helm-like appearance.
He indicated that he could see quite well, even though we saw no
evidence of eyes. Lady B and I debated
testing his enhanced body with a few more amputations, but in the end we could
not agree on how best to cut his head off to see what was going on. The lifting
capacity of Elsie was now equivalent to that of a heavy grade servitor; this
was made evident as he tested the limits of his enhanced physique. Elsie tested his potential by punching holes
in the steel walls with an ease that was terrifying to observe. Lady B called him Jack Hammer, though he
whispered “call me Iron Balls my love”.
Very disturbing.
While summoning LUTHOR (huzzah!) to collect the items we had pillaged, including some
exceptional STC human power armour, I discovered that it was merrily shooting
and destroying anything that moved. At
first I understood this to be spiders, which was fine except for the waste of
ammunition. It proved to be more than spiders when I actually linked and saw
the auspice reading. The creatures were
heavily mutated spiders (okay they were
tiny, it had fiddled with the optical relay and falsified the data), and
their numbers were pestilential in quantity.
Lady B went out and tested her weapon upgrade and helped reduce the
offending creatures to nothing. LUTHOR (huzzah!) returned happy with a job well
done. We then spent some time refueling
and arming LUTHOR (huzzah!) for the
journey to find Fabio..
The last curiosity in this area was a single rose
held in stasis on a pedestal. Within the
pedestal was a leather bound book bearing the symbol of the rose. It dawned on all of us that the House Guard
armoury had the symbol of the rose as its crest. I am still unsure of what to make of all of
this? Orders though from Reximus had us
secure the rose and book. I guess time
will tell as to what its link to him is, but it certainly has some
importance. Why else would he have it
secured?
With LUTHOR (huzzah!)
pacified and prepared and with the new supplies loaded we were ready to find
Fabio. Oh did I mention that I had
located his body armour signal, yes it was even further away and deeper in the
bowels of the ship. While the thought of
rescuing Fabio was a reason to do so, it was more the need to find our lost
property that drove us on to the next encounter.
LUTHOR (huzzah!)
proved to be spacious and comfortable.
The journey was swift and accompanied by LUTHOR (huzzah!) singing over the vox casters “here we go, here we go, here we go”, relatively painless. The vehicle lift deposited us on level 5 and
there we were greeted with the name Rjhdzak’acdc (no relation I assure you, pure coincidence, really it is… S.I.M.O.N
playing silly buggers in the warp) spelt out on the facing wall in human
body parts. Reximus proclaimed the name
an abomination and LUTHOR (huzzah!)
burnt the damned from the wall with its heavy flamers, revealing a map beneath
of the ships internals (very handy – showed me where to find an escape vessel).
Exiting LUTHOR (huzzah!)
the group swept the area for any further danger, in reality it was just Elsie
looting. How anyone spotted the storage
box welded to the ceiling 10 stories high, I have no idea. It sure as hell didn’t register on my
diagnostics. After a lot of jiggery
pokery a means was devised to get up to the box and open it. This proved to be a most unwise decision as a
warp flask containing a daemon greater than Licky was released into the mortal
realm. Reximus then produced one of the
“miniature black hole generators”, the ones that take out systems and tossed it
at the summoning daemons bottle. I was
aghast, as were all the others, this was a system destroying grenade. Reximus
winked at me and told me over our secure link to control the device when it was
activated - I made damned sure of that when Reximus tossed it. The rest of the group believed that they had come
so far only to be consumed in a black hole along with the rest of the
system? Short answer – NO. It was indeed a system destroyer, just not
one that they thought it was. It was a
stable (thanks to my genius) vortex grenade and no sooner had the unspeakable
entity start to enter this world, it promptly left – a look of bafflement on it
daemonic visage. Not that we saw this,
as I’m sure it would have led us to madness. Just a gratifying thought that
this would have been its reaction – we hope.
The group was extremely thankful for Reximus dealing with the entity and
less than generous in their praise at my brilliance for controlling a vortex
device.
My auspice had located Fabio’s suit and we knew now
precisely our destination. Pity there
was a horde of mutated cultists between us and our prize. Everyone got into the battle and there was
much mayhem - plasma grenades were tossed with gusto, heavy flamers from LUTHOR
(huzzah!) burnt with bright zeal, and
the heavy discharge of the lascannon quelled the hordes (and several
walls). The mutants and cultists broke
and fled before our combined firepower.
Did I mention a wall coming down?
Yes one did, and it revealed our lost Fabio pinned to a sacrificial
altar awaiting a fate worse than the tender caress of Elsie on a Friday night
(or so I’ve been told). Fabio’s faint
cry echoed somehow over the chanting and screams of the worshippers “kill me,
please”. Naturally we tried out best,
but failed in our worse to carry out his last request.
Tossing grenades into the mass of worshippers, with
Fabio chained in the same locale, seemed to be an ideal choice of
strategy. Elsie pulled out more plasma
grenades than we were aware he had, sneaky bugger. Horst was killing more
cultists by luck (unlucky for them that they were in the direct line of fire to
the primary target) than skill. The
primary targets kept skipping out of harm’s way or their personal shields saved
them. LUTHOR (huzzah!) eager to join
the battle participated in the combat by ramming its hull through walls and
forcing its way down the corridor. Lady
B hung on for dear life (she was on the outer hull) as the vehicle rampaged in
delight after having spent millennia dormant and frustrated. Burning flesh and worse rose in the tight
confines of the corridor and makeshift “temple”. Fabio was scored multiple times by missed
shots, his precious one chest hair vaporizing into nothingness as Lady B’s
lance weapon missed the “priest” who prepared to plunge his blade into his
heaving chest. In the end it was discovered that his big toe on the left foot had been
cauterized to the base by a stray shot, though no one admitted it was they who
did it!
+++S.I.M.O.N+++
I can’t have
this, thought the entity. My play things
will escape a quick death; I think a quick tampering with the environment might
be the answer. Spilled blood never hurt
anyone… well apart from the person who lost it.
+++End of
Fate+++
If we had not seen what happened, then the story
retold would have been unbelievable. The
“priest” shifted his position as he brought the sacrificial knife down to end
Fabio’s life and summon his daemonic master.
In doing so he slipped in a pool of fated blood. Lost his footing and fell forwards. The knife,
sensing the need to feed, willed the hand holding it to impale the… wielder. Yes a sacrifice had been made, just not the
right one, which might account for the groups luck in dealing with Licky (greater
daemon of the warp) as it was known.
Horst managed an exceptionally brilliant shot with the lascannon and
broke the binding chains on his daemonic target (one of many). In a burst of inky blackness the entity
vanished, howling with delight at whatever business it was now attending
to. It did not appear to be us, so for
that we are thankful (Reximus voxed me to say that the entity was now enacting
its revenge on the person who bound it to service, hopefully a very painful
death awaited that individual.) WOE (gentle
caress) and I advanced side by side down the blood coated corridor to
rescue or hopefully end the suffering of Fabio.
Damned if we didn’t find the sod alive and maybe not well - must try
harder next time. The battle with the
remaining cultists was short, the battle with the daemonic entity we called
Licky no so. Weapons discharged, energy
crackled as shields of all variety flared to life and the entity flitted about
the area without as much as a stumble.
In the end it forced its attention on Lady B, and this was to be its
downfall. This kept it in one place, a
place that significant amounts of damage could be directed at. It also took place atop the hull of LUTHOR (huzzah! huzzaaaahhhh!) who didn’t enjoy
the amount of collateral damage chipping away at its bodywork and
detailing. “Someone will have to paint
me after this!” it exclaimed over the external vox casters. In the end it was ever so humble me who gave
the daemon the coup de grace, an
inferno pistol round in the back of the head (well it wasn’t facing me, it was
not a cowards strike, it was a valid shot…)
The heat of the battle was over. Fabio lay naked (a horrible sight) on the
altar, chained to his destiny of ever being the victim. Reximus had to spend time reapplying the
seals on Fabio’s chest, all the while listening to the squeals of delight and
sighs of lust filled torment. At last free of his constraints he collapsed
from blood loss and had to be taken back to LUTHOR (huzzah!) pinned to CRAPpER-ONE.
Our lost supplies had been found and fondly restored, the increased load
and storage capacity of LUTHOR (huzzah!)
was proving to be a boon. I located
through a data search the location of a warp ship capable of multi-system
travel. Yes I had a way of escaping the Inquisition; at last safety could be
obtained. A search, yes Elsie had not
forgotten his primary goal in life - located another of the books that Reximus
sought. It was neutralized as per the
usual means and stored away. A diary of
sorts was found, written in ancient Sanskrit, mad delusional ramblings of which
Lady B showed interest, but Reximus kept from her. Impulsive Elsie plunged his makeshift
truesilver blade into the book and started the process of releasing another
daemon into the real world. Honestly,
where would we be with good old Elsie to stuff up a good ending!
+++WOE+++
Alpha
dearest, why did I get so little write up in this journal entry? (pouts) I did a lot of really good things.
(runs its metal limb down Alpharius’ inner leg) I need more stimulation
dearest, let’s do it! (gasp)
+++End+++
Inventory Session 6
Jakaero (original) data sphere
Large containers (not taken) 2 x Fuel, 1 x Missile
ammo, 1 x Autocannon ammo
LUTHOR (Transport – 10 power armoured troops.
Double capacity. Forbidden technology AI)
Box - Chip in vial, protected by Jakaero Coutal
Gauntlet of transmogrification
Crate of pistols, bolt (precursor of boltgun). 10
pistols with clip, 20 clips spare.
S/2/-, 1d10+5, Pen 4, Proven 4,
Accurate, Reliable, Mastercrafted.
Crate of rifles, sonic. 5 guns with clips, 10 clips
spare. 8 shots per clip
1/2/-, 1d10+8, Pen 5, Proven 5,
Rng:90, Tearing (save vs T or knock back 3m)
Crate with needle Rifle. Quantity of different clips,
each different. One clip only of each.
s/-/-,
1d10+type, clip 6 shots, 2 round reload, Toxic dart, Accurate
Crate of Flamer pistols, 10 pistols, 3 canisters
Small box containing 1 Ring, nondescript, unknown function
Large container – lascannon, man portable.
s/-/-,
5d10+10, Pen 10, Blast 1, 10 shot capacity, recharges, 100 round backpack charger.
Rng:300
Crate of pistols, dueling type. Plasma pistol.
s/-/-,
d10+8, Pen 6, Ammo clip 8. Accurate, Overheat (96%+), Mastercrafted. 3 rounds to
reload
Box, Unique Mastercrafter Boltgun “Titan Killer”
s/3/-,
5d10+10, Pen 20, Tearing, Rng:300. 24 shots only, each round inscribed.
Crate of grenades, plasma. X 50
Crate, prototype weapon, shotgun, acid ammunition.
STEVEN mole mortar – RIP
Grenades 50 x Napalm, 50 x Smoke, 50 x Smoke
Robotic frame, close combat
STC Human Power Armour, 4 x suits. Armour 8.
Rose
Crates of vehicle spare parts x 7
Weapon swap out of Autocannon for flamers on LUTHOR
Crate of combat shotguns (standard), Reliable, Scatter
Crates of vehicle spare parts x 8
Leather bound book – Sanskritt text
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