980.257.M39 T-19.5 hours
Me on the second update.[/quote posted:
After some careful thought you decide that it would be a good idea to improve your shotgun. Prefereably of the kind that improves your chances of surviving melee.
The walk to Hals Gunstore is about 10 minutes or so, the building itself looking like a fortress with only a few smaller windows protected by steel grating and a huge door that looks like it could withstand a melta bomb.
You knock on the door. First three fast knocks, then one heavy knock, and later two knocks. The door is opened by a giant man you've come to know as just "Big Ben", a man towering at almost two and a half meter tall.
He grunts at you and you enter, with him closing the door behind you.
"Well if it isn't Cain, how are you you old fragger? Are you shipping out tomorrow?" Hal steps out of the shadows and you notice a big grin on his face.
"Hal you son of a grox, it's been a long time!" You reply before nodding, saying that he is correct. You ask him what he's got for you, and he smiles slyly before picking up a small box from the floor.
"This my friend, is an exterminator. It's just like one of those hand flamers you've probably seen, but it's a one-shot business. Really handy if you ever need to clear out a room or if you've run out of ammo in your rifle and the enemy is still there.
I also have this" He says as he picks up something enveloped in a filthy rag. It's a melee attachment that looks like it could fit a shotgun.
"This one you just screw onto your rifle and you can put a knife or anything else thats pointy." He looks you over, noticing how surprised you are.
"Impressed huh? I usually wouldn't sell anyone an exterminator, but I'll make an exception for you my friend."
"So how much do you want for them both?" You ask. "You can have them for 55 thrones, a really good price considering what it is." He responds.
"I'll take them. Do you happen to have any fire bombs in stock?" You ask, and he nods. "I'll take two of those then." You say.
The drop pod was speeding down the atmosphere of Boras Minor, an imperial world in the Segmentum Ultima-sector of the empire. You didn't know what this planet was, and you didn't care. The only thing you knew was that there were heretics on the ground and-
The drop pod shakes violently as flak pounds the outer armour of it, these bastards meant business!
"Drop in 10, 9, 8" a soothing female voice counted down. This is it, landfall!
The drop pod shakes once more before becoming eerily calm. "On your feet soldiers, lock and load!" The vox radio crackles as the doors open. A cracking noise and you rush out, ready to deliver the emperors wrath!
There is fighting going on everywhere around you, you look to your sides and you notice a group of three men, dressed in rags charging at you with their weapons over their heads! You try to remember your training as you let loose two shots from your shotgun. They both go wide, hitting either the ground or the air. Blast it! You stumble as you try to get two new shells into the chamber and the men gets closer.
The men gets finally up close and swings their swords at you, but they all miss as you dodge them. You roll around and squeeze the trigger again, but the shots do not hit their intended targets. What the frag is wrong with this shotgun?!
The men do not stop in their furious pursuit and this time they connect their swords, hitting the chestpiece of your flak armour. The blades doesn't even make a scratch, praise the emperor!
You quickly try to stab one of the men, but it doesn't quite connect, only scratching one of the men. He first looks at the wound, then at you. He smiles and screams out before taking a swing at your own arm, and a burning sensation sweeps through your body as the blade cuts a huge gash in your left arm.
"You shall be purged by his fire!" You yell out and fire the exterminator. It hits one of the men square on and he's catch ablaze, the other two men dodges your feeble attempt.
One of the men, now clearly worked up in a frenzy jumps you with his sword, cutting up your left thigh. You let out a loud scream and in retaliation you thrust your shotgun with its melee attachment at the enemys head, nearly tearing his neck in two! Another trooper jumps the other man, knocking him down and bashes his chest before being thrown away from him. The heretic who was set ablaze lets out one last blood curling scream before falling down silent for the last time.
"In the name of the emperor, die! You shout as you take another stab at the heretic who has so severely wounded you, piercing his chest. The man falls down almost immediatly, and your friend seems to have smashed in the head of his enemy. You try to get your bearings, blood gushing from your leg and arm. The pain is almost overbearing, but you have a goal to accomplish before you can even think about resting. You don't recognize your friend, but he looks at you, as if he's not sure what to do.
The voxradio crackles to life and a corporal from your batallion is requesting immediate backup. He's reporting some fierce fighting due west of your position. You look to your comrade who is clearly frightened, and you look up ahead. A flak cannon is still tearing up the sky.
After some careful thought, you decide to...
Push on forward, the flak cannon needs to be silenced before it can shoot down any more drop pods!
Head on over and provide support to your batallion-mates.
We got badly wounded and our exterminator is used up, the melee attachment came to really good use though!
Earned 25 xp for surviving our first encounter with the enemy, we're pretty close to death now but we can softspend two fatepoints to regain 2d5 wounds if we want to.