[Game] Rogue Trader: Heroes of the Imperium

Well, this will be fun.
Darrel draws his gun and takes aim at Kantor.
"Everybody take cover NOW!" the arch-militant yells at the crowd. "Kantor, stand down!"
 
The crowd does not need to be told twice, and people begin diving out of the way just in time to avoid being collateral damage from Kantor's spray of fire.

"Fuck you and your dog, Stan, you're down!" Kantor bellows, before bringing his weapon to bare against Darrel.

Attack roll 37, two hits (both to the right leg). The first hit (6) is negated by your armor, the second hit (10) is reduced to 4 damage, so Darrel takes 4 wounds.

Still somehow able to (barely) aim through his drunken haze the man sprays fire at Darrel's feet. The first bolt shell deflects off of Darrel's armor, hitting the ground and detonating harmlessly. The second strikes true and explodes. Darrel's carapace protects his flesh from shrapnel and burns but the impact nearly knocks him off his feet. He will feel that one in the morning. He's lucky this is just a civilian bolter; not that this Kantor idiot could have fired an Astartes model without losing his arm.

It is Dorian's turn. Also: William? S'up?
 
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Well, shit so much for that plan.
Dorian sighs and draws his hell pistol from under his cloak and aims it at Kantor. "He's gone mad!" he says for public benefit. And opens fire at Kantor.
 
BS 45 + 30 Point Blank Range + 10 Craftsmanship. Unfortunately you have to draw this turn so you can't aim. 85 is your "snap shot" total with that gun at this range. Roll 54. Three degrees of success. 14 damage. That's critical damage.

The super-hot high-energy lasbolt from the hellpistol burns straight through the ceramite of Kantor's armour and knocks the wind from him (in addition to giving him a life-threatening lasburn).

People are running and screaming, while the assembled armsmen sober enough to keep their heads maintain a circle around your fight to try and contain it.

Darrel's action.

Edit: Also don't react to this yet, exball, this is like 5 minutes in your character's future. I'll point out when you hear gunfire and we can re-synch.
 
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the shouts and lasfire quickly catch Williams attention and the source isn't hard to guess.

"I must beg my leave, my lady. I do believe one of my men is trying to kill someone. I will most certainly take your hint to heart."
 
Taking Aim in my previous turn mean I'm still taking aim now, right?
Darrel grunts in rage at the shrapnel blast and struggles to keep his aim on Krantor.
"Krankor, boy, you done screwed up big time."
Darrel open fires on Krantor with his Hellgun.
 
Aiming lasts until you take an action. If it's any action other than an attack with the weapon you were aiming with you lose the bonus, otherwise you get it. Also you rolled a 5(!) with 44 + 30 + 10 + 10 + 20 or 114, or 10 degrees of success (just shy of 11). So, basically...

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"Krankor, boy, you done screwed up big time."
Darrel open fires on Krantor with his Hellgun.
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A second high-powered lasbolt sears through Kantor's carapace, this time igniting his entire body like a bonfire. His spare clips of bolter-shells catch fire and explode, sending bits of his charred husk flying everywhere.

Darrel and Dorian make Dodge tests to see if you get hit by the explosions. If you lack Dodge it's half your Agility to make an unskilled test. Edit: Fuck it, I'll roll.You both fail and take 6 damage, which Darrel's armour eats so only Dorian takes it. You guys are pretty roughed up.

That's about when William arrived, with Igraine following not far behind him. Trask glares at William. You just cost him an arch-militant.
 
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William drags Darrel and Dorian over to a corner.
"Darrel, what the HELL! I told you not to kill anyone tonight and you kill one of Sarvus Trask's men?" Do you know hard it is going to be for me to get you out of this one?"
 
Dorian attempts to placate the captain, speaking in a calm voice despite clutching his side in pain. "Lord Captain, we did nothing wrong. We only defended ourselves and everyone else at the party from a drunken lunatic's rampage. If anything Lord Trask is to blame for allowing a dangerous man into such polite company. Perhaps he should offer reparations to you and Lord Winterscale for almost ruining the party and damaging assets."
 
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William drags Darrel and Dorian over to a corner.
"Darrel, what the HELL! I told you not to kill anyone tonight and you kill one of Sarvus Trask's men?" Do you know hard it is going to be for me to get you out of this one?"
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Darrel shrugs at William.
"Krankor was insane" he says loudly, "anyone could have seen that. I was just defending myself and the lives of the other party goers. I mean, I asked him to calm down, and he flipped out and started shooting. If I hadn't taken the shot he would have killed us all."
 
Calligos Winterscale and Sarvus Trask are having a nasty argument near what remains of Kantor's burnt out husk while you have your loud conversation. You have sent their on-again off-again rivalry/friendship back into rivalry mode.

Suddenly Igraine is behind William. She is alarmingly sneaky.

"If you did that on purpose," she whispers "Then that's about the most impressive thing I've ever seen in my life. I was supposed to try and convince you to take out Trask in the coming void battle but you might have neutralized him already. You've chosen the right friends. Just make sure you're on the winning side of the coming void battle and your House will be included in the division of the spoils."

With that, she spins off to rejoin her mother.

The Winterscale flagship, Emperor's Vow, is an avenger-class grand cruiser and pretty much completely terrifying. There's also a Dictator-class Cruiser and Falchion-class Frigate flying Winterscale colors currently in orbit. Some of the other smaller ships must also be in Winterscale employ as well. The actual Winterscale fleet is much larger, but is spread out amongst the Koronus Expanse.

Of course House Chorda have an Ignis-class Cruiser Implacable Flame and the Armengardes the Lunar-class Cruiser Bansidhe. House Saul has some bullshit merchant trader that would pretty much be a gnat in such a battle.

Trask has a Havoc-class merchant raider called the Cerberus. At this point what side he would be on is up in the air.

Of course, the party is pretty much over at this point. Everyone but the Winterscale and Trask armsmen, and of course Winterscale and Trask, have left. People might have put up with a violent immolation, but the host getting into a shouting match is an effective end to any festivities.
 
William lets out a sigh and grabs one of the abandoned drinks.

"That's certainly a way to end a party. Winterscale is certain to chew me out at first opportunity. If, he gets an opportunity that is. He's found a vault with the markings of my house on one of his planets, wants me to unlock it for a share. Ingraine wants me to participate in a coup with the other great houses and get a piece of the Winterscale realm."

William downs the drink and turns towards his two companions.

"I don't know what to do. All this maneuvering and backstabbing is your specialty, Dorian. Do either of you have suggestions?"
 
"I would recommend seeking out the leader of this coup and receiving his terms for reward. If they are satisfactory we could throw our lot in with them. However if they are not we could give warning to Lord Winterscale who could marshal his forces and crush so many of our competitors and leave us in his favor. Ultimately the more people that fall during this conflict the better the outcome will be us."
 
"Well, if that poor bastard you two fried is dead, we may as well loot his corpse. Who was he anyway?"
 
"So guy named Krankor, really crazy bastard. Supposed to have one hell of a bounty on his head. Well, what's left of it."
Darrel sighs and grabs another drink. All this "politics" stuff is confusing and boring. Of course, there is the threat of a big battle, but it's the boring kind, where you can't even get close to the other guy and beat him to death with his own kidneys.
 
The only thing well-crafted enough to survive Kantor's immolation is his best-craftsmanship locke-pattern bolter. It would. however, take a tremendous pair of balls to walk up to where Calligos and Sarvus are arguing and loot it.
 
"If you wish to claim his bolter perhaps it would best to wait for them to move the charred body.Unless Darrel wishes to claim the bounty on Kantor's head he'll need the body as proof. I doubt Trask would enjoy that but I don't see Winterscale objecting."
 
More and more people are filing out of the spire, heading back down to the port where their landers and other small craft can take them back up to their waiting ships in orbit.

The Armengardes are leaving too. This could be your last chance to speak with either of them in person, without an interceptible vox transmission.
 
William walks up to the arguing duo. Slightly terrified of the two far more powerful writ holders.
"Lord Trask, I'd like to personally apologize about my man killing your mercenary. I don't know what happened, many of the witnesses say he attacked over someone insulting his dog.
 
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"Lord Trask, I'd like to personally apologize about my man killing your mercenary. I don't know what happened, many of the witnesses say he attacked over someone insulting his dog.
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"You owe me an armsman, Dampier," says Trask "Replace my dead soldier and I'd shake your hand and call us even."
 
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