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W&G: The Inquisitor's Speartip

Talshi took a few moments to get his bearings on the battlefield, watching events unfold while he puzzled about his next course of action. He was normally much more assured in his motions but this was an unusual case after all; his first time working for the Inquisitor and trying to figure out the ebb and flow of his would-be allies. Beyond that he had inadvertently sealed off his easiest access point forward by careless use of his flamer which further troubled his decision making process.

His eyes noted the others running along the far side of the courtyard and slipping past the first line of bunkers, and he watched the bunker at the far right get effectively emptied of threats by a hail of laser shots, so ultimately the danger was looking rather light at this point. Heading into the open was a risk for how deadly those boltguns could be but, with only one bunker left by his reckoning, he figured there was little point in continuing to hesitate.

Shaking his head a little, the Sslyth darted down the length of the trench and pulled himself up into the central killzone as he rushed forward towards the last remaining bunker to house hostiles. Despite the open terrain here, he was counting on speed and aggression to prevent him from suffering for it as he rushed towards the bunker as fast as his serpentine body could carry him. When he got close enough by his reckoning he angled his heavy flamer, loosing two more jets of liquid flame to hopefully end the lives of these pathetic humans in agonizing fashion.

Simple action to run for 16m movement. Assuming I counted correctly that should allow Talshi to end up aligned with the two columns of soldiers in the final bunker with only the razorwire between them.

Multi-attack against the two columns, targeting the final soldier of each one (or if I miscounted my movement then however deep I can get with 8m range).

Attack vs Left Column (+1 DN from wounded): [_6d6s4]=(4, 4, 1, 5, 5, 5)=5=5
5 icons vs Defense 3 I believe in this case should hit. No Exalted so no shifts.

Damage: 12+[_2d6s4]=(5, 2)=1=1
13 damage at AP -1.

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Attack vs Right Column (+1 DN from wounded): [_6d6s4]=(5, 2, 1, 3, 4, 4)=3=3
3 icons vs Defense 3 should just barely hit.

Damage 12+[_2d6s4]=(4, 6)=2=2
15 damage at AP -1.
 
With a final scream of agony from within as the bunker was set ablaze, Talshi would be able to watch as the burning victims went from a panicked frenzy to utterly still. Silence slowly descends over the battlefield, the defenders either all dead or fled deeper into the palace complex. The courtyard was theirs, captured and secured for the time being. The Scions at this point would slowly pull out of the trenches and spread out, checking the insides of each bunker in turn to make sure there wasn't any surprises left for them.

Flagg at this point climbed out of the trench, haggard and wounded but still moving. She rejoined Anna and Khanzhar who lingered by the collapsed entrance of the desecrated temple and she'd glance over to Talshi to gesture that they should all regroup. "Five casualties on our side, close sixty on theirs. Not a bad start for cleansing this place of heretics."
 
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Khanzhar took the time to look into the chapel at Anna's request and recoiled at the things inside."Foul entities of the god of plagues. Would that I had a fusion gun." She said with a growling hiss behind her helmet. They represented a very big problem, not just in their danger as a combatant but in the implication of their being there in the first place. "There may be some potent pox here waiting to be unleashed."
 
After savoring the screams from the bunker for a few moments the sounds unfortunately died off into little more than the flickering of the remaining promethium burning away. Since it seemed like the others were gathering by one of the buildings on the far side of the courtyard he turned and slithered that way to join them. "Our arrival will no doubt be explained by those that fled. Better to stay on the offense than to wait for an organized effort against usss." He wasn't exactly so certain about the layout of the palace anyway and was hoping one of the two human females would have an easier time guiding them to wherever was most likely to contain the lord.

When Flagg joined them, the sslyth's eyes flicked over to see the sorry state she was in. Still alive and kicking no doubt but with plenty of blood spilled upon her armor thanks to the large hole punched by a round she received. "You look like one that has survived my affectionsss. Are you still capable enough to continue?" He was injured too of course but to a much lesser extent.
 
1745969096071.png Anna looked over, distracted from the chapel by the screams of dying heretics from the other side of the field. In the relative silence that followed she realized they might have run out of enemies for the moment. She was ready to take the fight to the unholy avatars of foulness currently occupying the temple but before she could suggest such a path her gaze fell on Flagg's wounded form.

Though her life had taken a different road, Anna was a Hospitaller at her core and an extremely skilled medicae, especially when it came to battlefield medicine. She even had some sort of mechanicus implant that made her much better at it, allowing her to get a detailed scan of her patient's health with little more than a look. Strange though they might be, they did the God Emperors work in their own way.

But right now her eyes were telling her that Flagg had gotten on the wrong end of a bolt shell.

Bolt shell impacted but failed to penetrate, subsequent detonation did however. Impact trauma to the chest in addition to shrapnel wounds and bleeding. It probably feels alot worse than it is, but its no lovetap either.

Anna was striding towards the woman even before they fully arrived, realized at the last second she still had that damn sword in her hand and firmly shoved it back into its sheath. "You need medical attention." She announced, not really giving the woman a choice in the matter as she guided them to the ground, hoping that the eldar and the xenos would keep an eye out for surprises. Especially from the chapel.

With the smooth motions of something she had been literally doing for decades she pulled her med tools from the armoured container on her lower back and then removed the front plate of Flaggs carapace armour, cut her shirt up the middle and pulled it open to expose her br- the wounded area. "I'll have you fighting fit in a moment." she habitually reassured them before getting to work.

A quick injection to their neck to numb the pain, then a blocky device with a big ring on it. She pressed the stud and moved it slowly over the woman's chest causing a dozen or more small fragments of metal to be yanked out of her body and stick to the magnet one by one.

Hmm. Between the armour, her bust and ribcage none of the fragments seemed to have penetrated into her organs, she wasn't drowning her own blood or the like, so Anna had no reason to cut her open. Instead she got out the disinfectant, coagulant and stapler and sealed the bleeding holes one by one.

Then she pulled out several adhesive prayer strips and carefully placed them to cover as many of the holes as possible.

All in all it took her barely any time at all, a couple minutes at most before she was strapping Flaggs armour back onto her chest and putting an armoured hand on her back to help boost her to her feet. "If we survive this get yourself checked out properly back on the ship but your not going to die in the next few hours at least. The Emperor Protects." she informed them with a smile.

Somewhat reluctantly she turned her gaze on their two companions. The snake thing was looking a little worse for the wear... and she couldn't plead ignorance to pretend she thought it was molting or something. She'd dissected too many of them for the Inquisitor to buy that.

"Do you need help?" she asked it, waving at the now open spot in front of her.

Anna roll for fixing shock
[_11d6]=(2+4+3+3+2+4+5+2+2+6+6)=39
Thats 7 vs DN3 so rank+1=2 shock fixed Pity i cant shift exalted icons to heal more like i can with wounds. Can we houserule that? XD Would be nice to be able to heal 4 by shifting 2 icons like below.

And for wounds
[_11d6]=(4+6+3+6+1+5+4+5+3+2+1)=40
thats 84 vs DN 3 heals 1 wound, i shift the two sixes to heal +2 wounds for a total of 3.

Also i assume i cant just.. sit here and test over and over until shes better. As nice as it would be for me utilitywise i feel like all the limits are pointless if i can do it adinfinium?
 
Khanzhar rejoined the group as well watching as the mon-keigh medic attended the other. Such crude instruments, like watching primitives attempt surgery with rocks and sticks. Still, she shrugged it off and regarded the others. "Thus far it has been mon-keigh defenders but we saw one of your fallen abomination warriors. And now entities from the foul god of rot." Just saying the title giving the Drukhari a foul taste in her mouth. Such incursions were dangerous, and not ones even Drukhari would mess with for the most part.

"There must be a mon-keigh farseer at work here. Such things should not persist in realspace without some open portal to the warp." she said.
 
Flagg eyed the serpentine xenos and though the helm hid her expression, it was not a kind one. She did idly flip Talshi off at his comment, which certainly kept things plenty clear. "In your dreams snake-boy. But I'll manage I just a moment to cat-" she was cut off as the Sister stepped up and the trooper felt herself immediately straighten. Sister Anna was not her superior, but old habits died hard with a lifelong trooper like Flagg. "Yes Sister..."

Carapace armor pulled aside, army fatigues cut and exposing the flesh beneath, not quite as muscular as the Sororitas perhaps, but very much toned and fit... and a bit of a mess from the bolt impact. She stood stoically as her fellow human patched her up, a few sharp hisses coming through the mask at the pain of surgery, though the injection helped numb the worst of it. She was tough enough to not be too distracted to not hear the Drukhari's words. "Entities from a foul god, you mean Daemons? Makes sense given that foul gate I guess."

Patched up after a few minutes she gave a small nod to Anna. "The Emperor Protects, thank you Anna."
 
"I forget you mon-keigh call them such things. Primitive beliefs for a primitive people." she said shaking her head and looking back towards the chapel. "From the rot god, pestilence, plague, and poison are its weapons. Would that I had a haemonculus here, we would have no fear from those but since I am stuck with you three we shall need to be exceedingly careful." she said. The appearance of entities from the warp had shaken the Drukhari, humans and even trans-humans like the astartes were one thing. She could cleave them from dawn till dusk with little issue. But things from the warp unnerved her. In the way she could feel her soul always been drawn towards it, towards She-who thirsts.

"At any rate, we have speed on our side compared to those things as well as sufficient firepower to cleanse realspace of their taint." she said gesturing with a thumb towards Talshi and his flamer.
 
Talshi wasn't much bothered by Flagg's reaction to his comment. If anything it was amusing, causing a small, predatory grin upon his lips. Still he couldn't help but watch the medical attention, less for any sight of Flagg's body and more for the savoring of how the wounds must sting. By the time it was finished and the muscular woman was turning to offer aid to him now, the conversation had shifted to servants of chaos; a topic he knew precious little about personally.

"It hardly matters." He said regarding these daemons. "This palace will be destroyed when we finish our mission, or when we fail. It isn't our job to cleanse the place but to get the lord. Everything else is a distraction." He paused to look at his lower half not far below his torso where the chunk of flesh had been removed earlier from a bolt round that had penetrated. It was a lesser wound for how resilient his body was but a wound all the same and while he could still fight it would seem pointless to deny treatment. That and he couldn't help but feel some interest in having the woman's hands upon his scales. "I will allow you to tend me." Specifically choosing those words as a small innuendo but not pushing further than that in this case.
 
1746226023753.png "Our goal lies elsewhere, but leaving such things at our backs is an extraordinarily terrible idea, no doubt whatever their intentions are it will bode ill for us and possibly this entire world. We must rid their world of their stain before carrying on." Anna insisted, idly fingering the melta charge she still carried. If nothing else they could blow the place up and ruin whatever foul sorcery the daemons were attempting, but leaving them unmolested was not a option.

As for the serpert xenos she held back a sigh the feeling of uncleaness as she began to tend its wounds, but this was far from the greatest demand the Inquisition had ever made of her. In truth it was deceptively easy to fall into the habits of her youth, even if the flesh beneath her fingers was scaled and distinctly inhuman between her chirurgeon skills and her... explorations of this race's biology she was able to see to his needs quite well.

Her helmet kept her eyebrow twitch thankfully hidden at the alien's comment. Let it stare into her featureless faceplate and think its barb hadn't landed. Not long ago the innuendo would have gone over her head and she dearly wished she was still so pure. Sadly the daemon she now carried at her hip was very fond of suggesting she *tend* to others.

It took a bit longer than it had for Flagg, but Anna was nothing if not a credit to her training and Talshi too was quickly patched up as well as could be expected in the field. Mostly because she'd had to resort to manual stitches instead of flesh staples, the latter not really being compatible with scales.

For shock
[_11d6]=(6+6+5+4+4+2+4+1+2+1+5)=40
97 vs DN4(xeno), shift one to heal 3 shock, and +1 glory

And healing
[_11d6]=(3+2+6+1+6+2+1+4+3+5+5)=38
75 vs DN4(xeno), one shift to heal 2 wounds.
 
Talshi didn't even hardly flinch as the woman made her efforts to seal up his wound as best was possible for the circumstances. Sslyth didn't really feel pain, at least not in the standard degree. It was a casual sensation to tell them something was wrong but so incredibly dulled compared to other species that the drukhari couldn't harvest any sustenance from their scaly comrades. This was a good thing though since it allowed Anna to not have to worry about any untimely shifts or flinches when the alien anatomy was already difficult enough to deal with. Though, considering her efforts were focused upon his lower half she was basically just dealing with immense muscle tissue.

To her credit the work seemed appropriate. Not that he could feel much difference but the stitches, a weird and unusual experience from his part, seemed like they would hold and help keep the internal tissue from being exposed. Of course the warmth of her proximity, even through the layers of armor separating them, was a bit intoxicating for the cold-blooded serpent but he kept his hands to himself; if not his eyes.

"If you insissst upon the destruction of these... things, then let us be done with it." He exclaimed as she packed up her supplies. Whether by bomb or by flame he hardly cared, he just wanted to keep moving forward with the mission and to argue with the woman didn't feel like it would be productive. Besides, it was technically another chance to savor some carnage. Though he knew not how daemons, followers of Nurgle especially, didn't truly feel much pain. "I still have plenty of fuel." Leaving it open as to whether or not they wanted him to douse the chapel in promethium or preferred a different method.
 
Khanzhar eyed the Ssslyth and then back to the chapel and sighed within her helmet. "IF we can avoid those things and simply get to this pathetic mon-keigh lord that would be preferable. I have no desire to cut into those putrid things. There is no satisfaction to be gained there. But it does bode ill for what else we will face in this place." she said looking to Anna. A cruel smile played behind her helmet as she spoke saying "You're hands are lingering a bit longer than needed mon-keigh." Teasing and planting seeds of doubt, all for her own amusement of course.

Looking back to the SCions she continued. "We can push ahead and have them secure the front here for when we need to leave to ensure we have a clear escape route."
 
Flagg eyed Talshi and Anna as the latter tended to the former, one hand idly thumbing the pistol at her hip. She seemed to force herself to turn away though and started to walk away from the group. "I'll be back in a moment.." To which the Trooper made her way across the courtyard and to the disabled Rhino, which had its two crew members clad in black and red out and trying to make repairs to the destroyed tracks.

Flagg returned about the time Anna was finishing with Talshi she returned with a handheld Auspex unit, fiddling with the controls as she approached the chapel. Eyeing the device before looking back up to the chapel itself she gave a small nod. "Hard to get a good reading from out here, but it seems like we only have the three daemons inside. I am quite happy to pour fire in from the windows, have no desire to get close to those disgusting creatures."
 
Anna snatched her hands away from the scaled Xeno's hide. Luckily she had been contemplating if adding blessed bandages to the wounds would help or set the alien on fire and if she was willing to find out... rather than in the middle of a stitch. She turned her head to glare at the eldar. Was there a sign on her back? Was today 'mock Anna with innuendo day' on some foul alien calendar? Or did their inhuman debasement case them to think alike?

Either way her work was done so she got back to her feet and brushed herself off as Flagg was returning.

"I say we ruin whatever the daemons are up to. Get the scions, the chimera if its gun turns this far, and our own weapons to exterminate them before moving on. Leaving a enemy at our backs, especially one such as this, is a terrible idea. We might complete our mission only to have to fight our way through a tide of corrupted, rotting flesh on our way out." She shuddered, that had been a particularly rubbish day.
 
"The... Rhino, I believe it was called, won't be moving any time soon and surely cannot fire through a bunker and into this side building." He corrected slightly, not that he terribly cared about the naming designations of human vehicles but the fact remained that it was well enough out of commission unless something ran out into the open of the courtyard. Which, to be fair, wasn't a terrible idea to make this process perhaps a little easier.

"Though perhaps we could lure these... daemonsss you say out and into the open? Fire from the windows and then fall back into the open if they manage to survive long enough to challenge us in any capacity?" Not that he expected three individuals to be much of a threat but the others seemed to take them seriously on name alone so he didn't want to write these creatures off so easily. "Or just toss one of the bombs and be done with it."
 
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