so, here's a story-based report on the IGT2012. From Adept Liwets' perspective, i may have missed / ommited details and have reshuffled the order; First i played in Adlan's scenario with Olis and Kaled, then Olis' Ion-Storm scenario with Marco and Karandras before playing in Mordenkenain's Dark Eldar Massacre with Kaled and Nick
Tech Adept Agatha Liwets boots' rang as she strode down the corridor toward Magos Rownes' workshops.
As soon as she was in the section she could hear the shouting; Annikas' young voice raised in argument.
Liwet reached the open blast door in time to see Annika storm out and off down the corridor toward her quarters without a glance toward her, her aged servoskull bobbing along almost drunkenly behind her.
Sighing Liwet entered the workshop to see Rownes body-servitor working over another of his large praetorian servitors, whispered mutters emerging from the speaker attached to the life-support chamber his head floated in.
He glanced up at her as she peered into the chassis.
"Ignorant failure of an experiment." he cursed "I allow her to download combat training. I allow her quarters. What else must be done to appease such petulance?"
Liwet could only shrug; while Annika was headstrong, she followed the magos in that regard and Rowne was emotionally detached to boot.
"what was it this time?" she asked. Rowne failed to recognise the chastising tone in her voice.
"Slaved mechadendrites. Not only plural, but colopatiron class. i have a plethora of heavy lifting servitors. What in the machine-gods' name could she require such devices for?"
Liwet sighed inwardly. no doubt Annika had requested such heavy duty augments to spite her creator.
"on a related note," she began "Adept Dragos has enquired after a biosample from Carlous VI. Might I take a coffle of combat servitors? Possibly Annika as well, the experience may help placate her."
Rowne snorted, the sound echoing oddly from his speaker. "Take what you will. Especially that clone."
Liwet made the sign of the Cog and left the magos to his brooding.
The next morning her shuttle touched down just outside a settlement on the planets lone continent.
A raging Ion storm had forced them to put down a league from the target area.
"There are bounty hunters and mercenaries and all manner of unsavoury characters." Liwet told Annika "Be wary and follow me."
Annika simply shrugged and touched the servitor on its shoulder "C'mon Steve."
"Steve?" Liwet raised an eyebrow
"okay then, Five-Tee-hyphen-vee-Three" Annika pouted.
The group made their way through some gnarled trees toward the nearby settlement.

as they advanced, Liwet spotted a military-styled figure running toward them, armed with pistol and chainsword.
Liwet cursed; she had hoped the Ion Storm would allow them to travel unnoticed. hefting her pistol, she snapped a shot off at the figure and shouted to Annika "Follow me! Servitor, attack!"

Liwet and Annika ran toward the building the figure had emerged from, spotting some noble and a warrior talking, or rather shouting to each other over the noise of the storm raging around them.
off in the distance another band of armed and armoured figures slunk into view

Liwet pushed a finger to her lips and drew a smoke grenade; she would create cover allowing them to dash past a collection of warriors camping in a ruined building in front of them.
However the wind and rain took the grenade and smashed it down behind her, covering the three in bellows of smoke!

They staggered out of the smoke, Liwets' advanced optics flicking between viewing modes to shrug off the smoke, Annika struggling with her goggles.
Liwet grabbed her by the hand and they ran past the ruin, the servitor following ponderously...