Capitulus Decum: The Belly of the Beast
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Pax Macharia: Against All Odds
"That is good. That cold spot, in the cathedral. I can't help but wonder if there are more surprises within the Titan. Stay wary." She moves toward the room beyond the one which houses the Chair to check it for thoroughness' sake. If all is well, it may at least provide a better view of the TItan's advance.
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Pax Macharia: The Dei-Phage
Renik bursts into the chamber panting, "What have you done?" You almost forgot about the man. He holds the doorway in both hands, "By the God Emperor we are doomed!" There is fear in his eyes, but sticking out of his pocket on his vest is a stim pack of the unused Frenzon.
Damien comments on how there are voices. That's true, but as he realizes that he realizes there are NO voices, no anything, he can't sense you even standing right before him. A great void is falling over the area as the Titan rises up. It's almost like a tsunami, for the moment ever sense is being sucked away -- with the great fear it may come crashing back like a tidal wave.
The titan stands waist deep in the ocean, the shards of the cliffside that encased it sinking away on either side. With full view of the Titan’s surroundings from the bridge, the power of this machine becomes clear. The vast ocean and endless shoreline feel small and conquerable.
At first you mistake the screeching for a the wail of metal on metal. Its source darts across the main viewport before stopping to hover directly in front of the Titan. It is a robed figure, massive feathered wings holding it impossibly still in the air. Dwarfed by the Pax Macharia, it is none-the-less massive, large enough to crush a battle tank with its fists. It turns its long neck to look directly into the chamber. A name resounds through the mind of all present. None can mistake that this... this is the Dei-Phage made manifest before you.
The Pax-Macharia speaks again “Crewmen, Battle Stations. Man the cannons.”
Damien comments on how there are voices. That's true, but as he realizes that he realizes there are NO voices, no anything, he can't sense you even standing right before him. A great void is falling over the area as the Titan rises up. It's almost like a tsunami, for the moment ever sense is being sucked away -- with the great fear it may come crashing back like a tidal wave.
The titan stands waist deep in the ocean, the shards of the cliffside that encased it sinking away on either side. With full view of the Titan’s surroundings from the bridge, the power of this machine becomes clear. The vast ocean and endless shoreline feel small and conquerable.
At first you mistake the screeching for a the wail of metal on metal. Its source darts across the main viewport before stopping to hover directly in front of the Titan. It is a robed figure, massive feathered wings holding it impossibly still in the air. Dwarfed by the Pax Macharia, it is none-the-less massive, large enough to crush a battle tank with its fists. It turns its long neck to look directly into the chamber. A name resounds through the mind of all present. None can mistake that this... this is the Dei-Phage made manifest before you.
The Pax-Macharia speaks again “Crewmen, Battle Stations. Man the cannons.”
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
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Pax Macharia: The Dei-Phage
Haxtes looks around for the battle stations. He might have a file stored somewhere in his brain that gives a basic outline of the crew disposition on a titan.
- RorytheRomulan
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Pax Macharia: The Dei-Phage
It is difficult to describe the mix of feelings within me when I saw the dai-phage. Fear, for I am no son of the Emperor. Hate, for the creatures which had a hand in my father's death. Both tempered my anger. We had a Titan, but we were not legion. I sought every advantage available to annihilate the creature in our way, like the drugs of penal combatants we had recently acquired, while next to me, our psyker stood still.
Merica fiddles with her weapon for a second, playing with the notion of putting Renik down for the sake of cohesion, but cooler heads, albeit high in temperature, prevail, and she relents. "For the love of the Emperor, take your stim and get to the guns!"
She notices Damien standing there like a lump. She searches for a spot to place the injector on Damien - perhaps shifting the glove and rolling back the cuff of his bracers to find his wrist, or going right for the neck and collar if she can find a safe spot - and forcibly injects Frenzon into his system. "Let's tear that thing apart!"
She rushes to find a vacant gunnery position. Producing another Frenzon dose, she looks at it in disgust before self-applying the dose as she sits in the chair. This is one of the good drugs, Sister; the Emperor's Wrath in a tube.
Merica fiddles with her weapon for a second, playing with the notion of putting Renik down for the sake of cohesion, but cooler heads, albeit high in temperature, prevail, and she relents. "For the love of the Emperor, take your stim and get to the guns!"
She notices Damien standing there like a lump. She searches for a spot to place the injector on Damien - perhaps shifting the glove and rolling back the cuff of his bracers to find his wrist, or going right for the neck and collar if she can find a safe spot - and forcibly injects Frenzon into his system. "Let's tear that thing apart!"
She rushes to find a vacant gunnery position. Producing another Frenzon dose, she looks at it in disgust before self-applying the dose as she sits in the chair. This is one of the good drugs, Sister; the Emperor's Wrath in a tube.
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Pax Macharia: The Dei-Phage
Damien was more frozen in surprise than true fear, but the rush of the Frenzon wipes that away in an instant. "For the glory of the Imperium! For the Emperor of Mankind!" He raises his Staff in defiance, marching up to the front of the viewport. "Your time has come, foul demon. Your end is nigh, for all that defies the God-Emperor must be destroyed!"
Rule Number 12: "A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head."
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Pax Macharia: The Dei-Phage
Renik stabs his arm with the Frenzon and his eyes go dark, "FOR THE EMPEROR!"
You steel yourselves with the Frenzon and Faith.
You seek to man the canons, and look around the bridge, even as the Dai-Phage swoops out of view of the view port. All of the panels go dark, save one, and you race to it and look, as the shouts of the Pax-Macharia continues to repeat, "Man the Cannon! Man the Cannon!"
The vid screen clearly shows the great canon atop the Titan, built into the Cathedral itself. Then a map appears, dotted lights, you must leave here, and return to the Nave, and the main Quake Cannon there!
You steel yourselves with the Frenzon and Faith.
You seek to man the canons, and look around the bridge, even as the Dai-Phage swoops out of view of the view port. All of the panels go dark, save one, and you race to it and look, as the shouts of the Pax-Macharia continues to repeat, "Man the Cannon! Man the Cannon!"
The vid screen clearly shows the great canon atop the Titan, built into the Cathedral itself. Then a map appears, dotted lights, you must leave here, and return to the Nave, and the main Quake Cannon there!
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
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Pax Macharia: The Dei-Phage
"We must go there." Haxtes says, memorizing the map and then hurries on his way out.
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Pax Macharia: The Dei-Phage
"To the cannon! To victory! The Emperor will not suffer our failure!" She charges in behind Haxtes.
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Pax Macharia: The Dei-Phage
Knowing that Haxtes will unerringly guide them on the most efficient path to the Quake Cannon, he bows one last time to the Pax-Macharia itself, making the sign of the Aquila and praying that the Emperor watch over the soul of the Titan. Whether or not the Mechanicus are correct in that there is a blessed machine spirit which inhabits this vessel, or the spirits of those Princeps which still fight on, it does not matter. The Emperor knows all things, and he knows his own.
Having done all he can do, he sprints after Haxtes and the others, trying to shepherd Renik along to where they can do the most good.
Having done all he can do, he sprints after Haxtes and the others, trying to shepherd Renik along to where they can do the most good.
Rule Number 12: "A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head."
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The Dei-Phage: Librarium Nox
The group races out of the Bridge, and heads BACK to the cathedral nave high above. You head out into the central gear housing to make for the spinal column and the ladder that will take you up up up. Or at least that is the plan....
Where before the central Gear Chamber stood, now there soars a towering Librarium wreathed in flame. Endless bookcases reach up to the impossibly high ceiling, containing thousands upon thousands of books. The entrance behind you is gone, replaced by another bookcase that, like most of the bafflingly vast Librarium, is on fire. Blue and pink flames ripple across the floor and the surfaces of the bookshelves. Scraps of burning paper fall in a smouldering rain and the air is almost too hot to breathe.
Someone stumbles through the flames towards you, blazing from head to toe.
“Speak its name!” the burning figure gasps. “Speak its name and… and…” With that the figure falls to the ground, a guttering, charred remnant.
The flames coalesce in the heart of the Librarium to form a vast winged figure composed of multicoloured fire floating in the centre of the room. It reaches out a claw, and a bolt of flame, like a comet, hurtles towards you.
Some of you grab at your eyes, the shock to your system is dramatic. You are someplace wrong, WRONG, it is, you are there, but you should not be. Damien struggles but pushes the insanity of it away even as Mercia draws on her holy training to resist. Haxtes, an emotionless machine seems hardly to notice it. Renik is not so lucky, and he grabs at he eyes and claws at them. As he is distracted the comet like bolt of fire slams into him and he is wreathed in fire screaming and howling for a moment before he drops to the floor like the guttering corpse that ran out to meet you.
His mind is full of profane words, mad prophecies, and the threats of fates too hideous for a human tongue to speak before his burnt corpse stops twitching.
Where before the central Gear Chamber stood, now there soars a towering Librarium wreathed in flame. Endless bookcases reach up to the impossibly high ceiling, containing thousands upon thousands of books. The entrance behind you is gone, replaced by another bookcase that, like most of the bafflingly vast Librarium, is on fire. Blue and pink flames ripple across the floor and the surfaces of the bookshelves. Scraps of burning paper fall in a smouldering rain and the air is almost too hot to breathe.
Someone stumbles through the flames towards you, blazing from head to toe.
“Speak its name!” the burning figure gasps. “Speak its name and… and…” With that the figure falls to the ground, a guttering, charred remnant.
The flames coalesce in the heart of the Librarium to form a vast winged figure composed of multicoloured fire floating in the centre of the room. It reaches out a claw, and a bolt of flame, like a comet, hurtles towards you.
Some of you grab at your eyes, the shock to your system is dramatic. You are someplace wrong, WRONG, it is, you are there, but you should not be. Damien struggles but pushes the insanity of it away even as Mercia draws on her holy training to resist. Haxtes, an emotionless machine seems hardly to notice it. Renik is not so lucky, and he grabs at he eyes and claws at them. As he is distracted the comet like bolt of fire slams into him and he is wreathed in fire screaming and howling for a moment before he drops to the floor like the guttering corpse that ran out to meet you.
His mind is full of profane words, mad prophecies, and the threats of fates too hideous for a human tongue to speak before his burnt corpse stops twitching.
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring