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Started by precinctomega, April 26, 2010, 10:17:53 AM

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Stormgrad

The Sossari system is the ancestral home of the Sossarian Sub Sector, one of the last tracts of space to be claimed for the imperium in the conquering of the Carthax Sector. It's home to two habitated worlds, Sossaria Primus and Secondus.

Sossaria Primus is the Capital world, A Hive world it has 4 great hives,Majoris and Minoris two vast hives on one Continent stand at opposite ends of a vast desert wracked by the ocean on one side and the desert winds on the other. Polar Outpost 78 started as a mining expedition now it is simply known as Polar a hive that is drilled into the ice mountains of the planets northern polar region the final hive, The Flotsam is just that it started as a collection of Floating Habs since that time it has turned into a vast floating city that travels the worlds ocean visiting the other 3 hives periodicly.

Majoris sits eastward of the Main continent it sits on the very precipice of the world facing out over Sossaria Primus's vast ocean it is the Administrative seat of a whole subsector and nearly in its entirety the hive is given over to that task. if you live in Majoris your either a administratum clerk or there to provide service to them be it resturants or security right to the grand Cirque De Sosar which provides the wealthy lords with entertainment. Halfway between Majoris's overhanging Hive skirt and the ocean below chiselled into the sheer cliffe sits the Black Mausoleum, the Sub Sector offices for the Inquisition only accessable by flier landing into the cliffe face hangar it is one of the most feared buildings on the planet yet hardly anyone see's it. Local legend has it that the Inquisition will reach up from below the soil and drag the damned underground, indeed the Black Mausoleum actually has 2 of the Ancient  and Vast Termite Sub Terranian Transports. It Appears that the locals are right the inquisition is indeed ready to strike from beneath the soil if it needs to.

At the westward end of the main continent sits Minoris actually far bigger than Majoris it is the industrial heartland of the world, if you need it then its made here. Home to the Traders and the manufactoriums its vast spire is clouded in noxius gasses and nearly constantly drenched in acidic rain, it is also home to the planets Largest space ports, Its Main exports are actually Fliers of all shapes and sizes from small utilitarian speeders to small space going shuttles and interceptors.
In the Northern Polar Region, Polar hive is burried deep into the glacial mountains of one of the worlds most inhospitable regions it exists solely due to a unique ore that can only be found in the ice mountains mettalurgists say its due to the exreme physical preasures of the polar region, if you live in the Polar hive then your life is likely to be bitterly cold and opressivley dark and your probably A Miner or an administrater

Flotsam, is the large floating hive, its actually really a massive oceangoing vessel with many houses built upon its back it floats around the world stopping at the other 3 hives, workers on Flotsam process the water cleaning it and making it Drinkable any algae or ocean life is turned into a slimey green paste. Not only is this paste edible and nutritious but its also good for sealing leaks  in a ships bulkheads.

Sossaria Secondus exists for one reason, to feed Sossaria Primus the Entire planet is given over to Agriculture its City farms are huge and every scrap of ground is given over to food production, the people there live aboard vast monolithic harvesters, the 2 kilometre long Machines ply the city farms harvesting turning over and replanting Gene modified crop. Space on the machines is at a premium so fairly regularly new guard regiments are formed in order to keep the population at a suitable level. The Largest of the Harvesters is known as AgraNaught, and is the only true city on the planet moving along at a ponderous pace it has been expanded and provides the planets only starport, it is now the size of a small hive city, with the main focus being the administration and control of the planets agricultural output aswell as performing that agricultural work itself.

The Sosar Belt is the only other notable feature of the system, But travel there is strictly prohibited as its the main staging grounds for the Space Marines of the Emerald Knights Chapter its vast mineral resources worked by serfs and servitors of the Marines to provide the raw materials needed for there forges the empty asteroids have been turned into habitation and training grounds for the marines

MarcoSkoll

That fluff has a "Mortal Engines" feel to it, what with the floating/moving cities. Not a bad thing by any means - those books always had something of a 40k feel to them, what with the class stratified cities, ruthless ruling classes and schizoid technology.
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MarcoSkoll

#167
Finally, a cut down version of Clepsydra's background:

~~~~~

Zeta-8, currently identifying as Clepsydra, is a Pharos Station Warden, part of the military force that assures the safety and security of Pharos. Like most of her peers, she was not naturally conceived and was instead vat-grown from the spliced genome of other members of the division.

Females are rare amongst the Wardens, as this measure is normally only taken when one of the fathers (as an obvious side effect, few Wardens have a mother) possesses a genetic flaw that would become recessive or nonexistent in homogametic offspring (In Zeta-8's case, deutranopia). The effect on the end result, given that the subject will eventually have their reproductive system chemically suppressed, is seen as relatively trivial by the Genetors at the genevats. The ranking Wardens are known to take a less favourable view on the matter.

Sydra herself is part of the Advance company, a small group which comprises less than one hundred of the ten thousand Wardens.
Bred for self-reliance and initiative, these Wardens are the only Pharosians who are ever regularly off-station, serving - when the station has need of such things - in the roles of bodyguards, scouts and bounty hunters. They are also the only few in whom independence is cultivated, for such traits are seen as a threat to loyalty to the station.

Unlike the soldiers of the Defence companies, who lived entirely militarised lives through a chemically accelerated youth, she was raised at a more natural pace by whichever of these “soldiers” (for while their roles vary, it is hard to collectively describe them with any other term) that were on the station at the time. She saw relatively little of her actual parents, although she still keeps the bolter casing her father Kappa-19 gave her - now carefully drilled, recut and hinged to hold her hair in its ponytail.

Her education, taught as it was by those who had seen a great deal of the galaxy, was relatively wide ranging, covering not only the expected combat topics, but also the basics of Imperial culture, deception and, importantly, Low Gothic – the language is not spoken aboard Pharos and their own convoluted and esoteric construction of a language deliberately serves as yet another difficulty to overcome in trying to steal the station’s secrets.
Her fascination with star-gazing dates back to these early days, staring out at a cosmos she had been told so much about but could not yet explore.

It was many years before she was escorted on a number of minor missions, and later allowed to carry out solo operations.
Overall, she proved successful enough that her genetic material was nominated as a possible source to replace a number of recent losses. As a result, she has a half brother and daughter.

Her most important, and most recent, assignment was with Captain Svolto of the Aquila Excelsis (one of the few ships that made supply runs to Pharos Station). While the captain had served for a long time, his motives and loyalties were increasingly in question, and the station wished to further investigate them.

As one of the youngest of the Advance Wardens in service, Zeta-8 was chosen so as to provide a believable alibi – that she was to accompany Svolto as part of her training.
Agreeing to the hefty payment the station offered, he took her aboard; but having already guessed her purpose, they were no more than a few days from the station when he put his own counter-scheme into action.
He made arrangements for her to be quietly reassigned to one of the ship’s medicae wards, excusing it with a story about the crew stealing from the stimm lockers. Left with relatively little choice in the matter, she had to concede.

Her social nature, inoffensive manner, neutral accent, technical expertise and willingness to aid the medicae lead to a quick integration and development of a rapport with most of the levels of crew in her section. It was during this time she first took the name of Clepsydra, taking a more natural sounding name after one of the regions of the Dioklesian nebula.
She also took part in the defence against a pirate boarding action, her implanted genetic instinct for defending others coming forth when she placed herself in the way of enemy fire to save several voidsmen.

About 11 months into the ship’s journey, four of the largest and bulkiest guards on the ship appeared in the armsmen’s barracks, and lead her to the viewing deck where the captain was looking out over the hive world below.  Here, he began to explain the situation. He knew exactly why she had been sent here – but she did not.

Gesturing out of the window, he explained his task for the station. He had been ordered many years ago to “disappear” anyone he could find and deliver them to the Genetors. The specifics were unclear to him, but he doubted it was for anything other than guinea pigs for their genetic experiments.

For the last ten years, he had been increasingly plagued by attacks of conscience, and for the last six, he had set up arrangements on several planets so he could fill his holds with only the worst criminals each could muster, and had been setting up an array of contacts.
However, his cause was almost at an end – a botched rejuvenat process had left him in the advanced stages of several cancers. The ship would soon fall to his only son, who would show few of the same mercies.
But he had been watching Sydra’s interactions for most of a year now, carefully probing her character. He believed that with her selfless and sociable nature, she could serve as his legacy in his cause, bringing down the station from the inside. If she would rather turn him in, then his imminent death meant he would lose little.

Several months later, on her return to Pharos Station, she presented a report to her masters that condemned Svolto as a traitor to the station. Leading a group of Wardens to the Captain’s quarters, they found he had committed suicide, but a search of his quarters found a data-slate listing his conspirators.
Zeta-8 immediately nominated herself to continue the hunt and bring the remainder to justice, a request that was quickly granted, her masters applauding her fiery dedication to the cause.

Now free of the station, it allowed her to put their true plans into action – to find Svolto’s contacts and use their help to topple the station. Preferably without the station finding out those particulars.

Several months in, her search lead her to Serenity Outpost. However, from there, things went somewhat amiss…

~~~~~

Okay... cut down by my standards. I mean, it's barely more than a thousand words.

She's a rather noble character for the 41st millennium, but I thought it'd be fun to have someone with a strong moral code that could bring them to loggerheads with the kind of brigands that Rogue Trader was likely to attract. (And we seem to have those aplenty...)

Of course, with all that in mind, Bron's crew assignments become somewhat ironically underinformed - putting the genetically engineered bodyguard in charge of his armsmen, and the former armsman in charge of his bodyguards. :P
S.Sgt Silva Birgen: "Good evening, we're here from the Adeptus Defenestratus."
Captain L. Rollin: "Nonsense. Never heard of it."
Birgen: "Pick a window. I'll demonstrate".

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Heroka Vendile

Quote from: MarcoSkoll on August 26, 2011, 03:09:43 PMOf course, with all that in mind, Bron's crew assignments become somewhat ironically underinformed - putting the genetically engineered bodyguard in charge of his armsmen, and the former armsman in charge of his bodyguards. :P

This is however incredibly typical of the daily errors of the Imperiums vast organisations  ;)

And of course Hawkblood's motivations mean he is perhaps the most interested in Bron's survival and success from the off, hoping to ride his coattails to fame and the opportunity to enact long-awaited revenge on a certain Admiral.
It's all fun and games until someone shoots their own guy with a Graviton gun instead of the MASSIVE SPIDER.
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MarcoSkoll

#169
Well, that depends on how you think of an error.

Bron's decision is logical enough based on what he actually knows. The strange void-born woman might have pulled him out of the way of gunfire in the bar, but the big bulky death worlder is a more visible deterrent.
For someone who's quite so paranoid (although justifiably) about being attacked, assigning his personal bodyguard before other crew positions is pretty much what you'd expect.

I'm prepared to run with it - it's Bron's ship, and situations rather conspired in a way that means there's not much reason for him to decide to assign the roles differently. That doesn't mean it won't bite said Lord-Captain in the rear later, as this falls completely outside Sydra's former training/experience, something he'll probably start to realise with time... ::)

Of course, this is all entirely OOC, as IC Sydra hasn't explained who she is much more than saying she was working as a Bounty Hunter.
Whether anyone has even recognised she's a Pharosian yet is questionable - it's possible to tell from the emblem on the shoulders of her armour (although it's not in my earlier picture) and her "hybrid" accent (the form of Low Gothic spoken by the Advance Wardens has been learnt/copied from the variants of hundreds of different planets, and all blends into one), but most people who know about Pharosians at all try to avoid meeting them to the extent they know so little about them that they wouldn't realise when they did - which in itself is rare, with so few allowed off station.

(As a final note, Sydra's hardly disinterested in keeping Bron alive. She has her own vendettas for which powerful allies would be very useful...)
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Captain L. Rollin: "Nonsense. Never heard of it."
Birgen: "Pick a window. I'll demonstrate".

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MarcoSkoll

I've been running the DH a while now, so I'm going to have to ask everyone to forward me the latest copies of their character sheets so I can make sure my copies are up to date - or equally, vice versa. (Robey, you don't need to, I've got yours from the other day.)
My email should be on my forum profile, or somewhere amongst the buttons under my avatar.

...now, where did I put that house version of the mass combat rules?
S.Sgt Silva Birgen: "Good evening, we're here from the Adeptus Defenestratus."
Captain L. Rollin: "Nonsense. Never heard of it."
Birgen: "Pick a window. I'll demonstrate".

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MarcoSkoll

Well, another DH session done. I'm still cringing at the pauses where my thoughts won't turn into words, although I would like to think those are becoming slightly less frequent.
S.Sgt Silva Birgen: "Good evening, we're here from the Adeptus Defenestratus."
Captain L. Rollin: "Nonsense. Never heard of it."
Birgen: "Pick a window. I'll demonstrate".

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Stormgrad

Dont volunteer to do anything that could result in you rolling dice cos if you fluff it up Marco will make you suffer

MarcoSkoll

I'd say I'm very lenient about how much I make you guys suffer, given that plans from the last session included:

- "Ernst hides in the bar owned by the people looking for him."
- "We'll follow the Rhino by having Etris hang on to the side of it to give directions."
- "Why doesn't Guilleman try stealing another car?"
S.Sgt Silva Birgen: "Good evening, we're here from the Adeptus Defenestratus."
Captain L. Rollin: "Nonsense. Never heard of it."
Birgen: "Pick a window. I'll demonstrate".

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Heroka Vendile

I thought we were just being suitably cinematic  :P

Complete with Italian Job homage with our new found GrimdarkTM armoured Mini.
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Rewards Of The Enemy

Van Helser

With regret, I'm going to have to miss tonight guys.  I'll catch up with y'all later.

Ruaridh

Heroka Vendile

Super early advanced warning!!
As some of you may have seen on facebook, I am now stage manager for an upcoming amateur production of Wizard of Oz. As it happens I am also graphics designer for all promotional materials AND a committee member of the club.

Therefore the 13th and 20th Oct I will quite probably have to miss and the 27th Oct and 3rd Nov I will definitely be missing (in-situe rehearsal and show week).

Please don't kill Guilliman/Hawkblood when I'm gone  ;)
Not I that I won't possibly manage that by myself before then.
It's all fun and games until someone shoots their own guy with a Graviton gun instead of the MASSIVE SPIDER.
The Order of Krubal
Rewards Of The Enemy

MarcoSkoll

Given that October 27th is only two days before the Autumn Conclave (and I'll be heading out on the Friday to save my normal sleep deprived commute), it is possible I may have to miss running that session anyway - well, assuming I'm still running it then. I don't know how much longer it'll take you - depends on which parts of the plot you come across and act on.

That would tarnish my thus far perfect attendance record, but with you being elsewhere, Robey being on holiday then, and with two of the remaining three being possible attendees at the Conclave, I won't exactly feel like I'm cheating people out of their geek time. Still, only a maybe.
S.Sgt Silva Birgen: "Good evening, we're here from the Adeptus Defenestratus."
Captain L. Rollin: "Nonsense. Never heard of it."
Birgen: "Pick a window. I'll demonstrate".

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MarcoSkoll

Whelp, it seems Clepsydra has become the unofficial tech-adept of the group. Unfortunately, given that the three actual techpriests we brought with us are dead, that means that repairing the generatorium before the warp rift tears itself open is down to me.

Tell me again why I thought that an AdMech related background was a good idea?

In better news, it turns out that "Weapon Master (Basic)" is pretty damn awesome.
S.Sgt Silva Birgen: "Good evening, we're here from the Adeptus Defenestratus."
Captain L. Rollin: "Nonsense. Never heard of it."
Birgen: "Pick a window. I'll demonstrate".

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Stormgrad

Stay tuned for our next episode "The Return of the Lift Music"