Misadventures of the Malefic Halitosia

Whitedove 1
Psychic anomalies

Malefic Halitosia Weather Psychic Reading Report and Unusual Matters, 07/05/42016.
(Caution Signs on all Data Slates and Advertising Screens)
The readings of Pysker Activity on board Malefic Halitosia has risen dramatically over the last week. These sorts of activities have been reported in the past and have been related to mutual induction interference of our powerful onboard generators and oxygen filters. The Emperor has also requested onboard ship maintenance testing of our Titanforge Lance Battery too. But I sense this is not the case with the latest readings I have sensed, and I strongly believe there may be several Astropath Transcendents and Pyskers onboard practicing their Pysker Darklordish Disciplines.
The ongoing bad dreams and light sleep experience by all onboard may be related to the Void Storms our ship have encountered over our journey from Port Wander. The bad sense of direction and orientation experienced by our Pilot Red #24007 and the critical misses made by our Gunners during the ambush from the Wolfpack Raider Ships yesterday will also be linked somehow.
Kraal our loyal and highly skilled Medicae Elite is not himself, whilst installing some Bionic Legs he simply forgot how to wield his scalpel and cancelled the surgery.
Red #7864 reported he sighted a glowing white creature on the stern, some say it was a dragon, others a mechanical bird. Our ship’s crew have not seen such thing in many decades. I have read some literacy and checked with Red #7864, he pointed to a flying bird like animal, called a Dove.
In other news and reports of other unusual matters; soup that is too hot, hand basin taps being statically charged, purple decorations rumored to be signs of Pysker rituals or simply mourning the death of the music Princey, a small child broke his nose, a mother of one dating again, our kickball sports team practicing formations and set pieces virtually and lastly internet upgrades soon to be in effect.
Our ship’s population’s behaviors have become very unusual and I hope to soon find the cause of these tainted outcomes.
I would like all onboard to exercise caution on when dealing with any strange suspected Psyker activity and would recommend calming fleeing and reporting it to your friendly neighborhood Protective Officer.
Red #4, Psychic Reader, Shop 13A Astropathic Arcade, Malefic Halitosia.

(Diary entry from Whitedove the Tainted Darklord)
Today the powers have increased dramatically and the weather has been super unpredictable. The meditation has been assisting the practicing of the disciplines but the Willpower has not been enough to deal with the great increase in the strength of the Telekinetic Discipline Powers I now wield.
Whitedove, 06/05/42016.

Session 2
Lost in space

(From the personal logs of an unnamed crew member)

Five pairs of bionic legs arrived just as Malefic Halitosia was about to leave in pursuit of Had Fel.

Red attempted navigation and failed. Time passes and he eventually fumbled his way through it. (Where was Aurelius?) Took a lot longer than expected so there was enough downtime for Kraal to install bionic legs on both Hark and Ragnar.
Leto also finished upgrading his trusty Storm bolter aka the Legapitator.

We ran across a crippled ship. Whitedove telepathically contacted them (normal comms wasn’t working) and they alerted us of nearby Wolfpack raiders. We tripped a leech mine (slowed us way down), and 2 raiders revealed themselves.

Combat ensues but it was weird, ineffective, and ended in the Raiders fleeing as they realized they couldn’t harm us.

We boarded the crippled ship, arranged for transfer of its 20,000 pilgrims to our ship in exchange for 1/2 salvage rights. We then navigated to Footfall.

Footfall. A number of acquisitions were made but only Leto succeeded with a bionic lung for himself.

Hark delivered the map dude’s books to the recipient. He perused them first and found REDACTED accounts of REDACTED concerning REDACTED REDACTED.

We asked around about Had Fel but got nothing so we resumed journey.

(Kraal attempted to install bionic legs for Leto but failed even with the expenditure of a fate point)

We arrived at Domaris (?) and noted that the moon had several ruins and a ship wreckage, and that the ruins were collecting some kind of energy and shooting/transferring them to the planet proper.

We sent a field team who identified the ship wreck as orcish (but no loot). We investigated the ruins but found nothing further.

Leto 4

Leto listened patiently. Mikhail was always chatty right after his weekly meeting with Gareth and the other servo skulls. What exactly do servo skulls talk about when they get together? Sick hover grav tricks? Whose master was the most annoying? The latest in embedded skull accessories?

“1,” Leto agreed absently, his attention on the config console.

^ Default(3) if (no command) loop(search_priority[hostiles, unknowns, envhazard, loot];; auspex:standard, awareness:enabled
if(Risk>203) analyze_paths > tactical_retreat(maneuverArray[Leto37, Leto22]);; auspex:combat, awareness:enabled

“0. 0100011?” Leto mumbled. Now for the most important addition to the config.

_on_event (KraalThreas.flamer.changeOrientation) then calculateAOE(KraalTheas.flamer) > FLYTOTHEOPPOSITEDIRECTIONRIGHTAWAY;;auspex:KraalTheas, awareness:flamer

mikConf> Commit?


Leto 3
Upgrade path

The beep woke Leto up. He checked the readouts: two minor nerve anomalies and zero incompatibilities. So, type 2 to 7 would be ideal, type 1 is acceptable and forget the rest. He updated his req parameters accordingly.

He checked Hark’s as well, still the same, the only difference being that a type 8 would be acceptable for his forge world mate.

More pain. More stimm. Leto considered removing the nerves, but procedure advised against nerve removal prior to implantation as the body, that weak, inconstant flesh, cannot adapt.

Fine. He would endure. Soon enough pain would just be a system alert that he could mute. First his legs, which would bring additional mobility as a bonus, then his arms, perhaps, or maybe the heart.

He checked the implantator again. Soon.

Aurelius 3
Red, the second of his name

Aurelius sighed as he walked away from the garbage jettison port, his thoughts returning to more important matters.

Somewhere in the midst of all the junk floating in space was another crate, inside was the unrecognizable mangled form of Red the 2nd.

Aurelius had intended on a single shot to the back of the head but instead his hellpistol had malfunctioned to auto – or had he absent-mindedly set it to the burst mode? “no matter now” he muttered to Gareth.
Apart from a much larger mess to clean up it had all gone to plan.

His mind drifted back to the warp.

Aurelius 2
Red, the first of his name

Gareths small servo motors whirred softly as he hovered along, his flexible manipulator arms at the controls of the hovercart.
He maneuvered the cart into the incinerator, disengaged from the controls and navigated his way back to the incinerator control room where he promptly deactivated the fail safe mechanism and the incinerator roared into firey life.

Upon the hover cart within the crate Red had already given up screaming and hadn’t even bothered trying to force his way out of the crate, he knew their strong and sturdy design as much as he knew his was feeble. He uttered a prayer.

Within moments the crate was reduced to ashes which were immediately ejected into space.
No trace.

Aurelius welcomed Gareth back into his chamber – a most pleasing servant in life Gareth continued to prove himself loyal even in death. He reactived the security measures he had disabled.
Leaned back in his chair and accepted the martini that Gareth offered.

Leto 2
The flesh is weak

The pain pulsed white hot, like miswired circuitry. Why did the body insist to let him know that it was broken? Repairs were already underway, nothing more could be done. Where was the off switch for this redundant alarm mechanism?

There is no truth in flesh, only betrayal.

Leto pushed his right eye deeper into its socket. For some reason, this helped with the pain somewhat. Might as well run some diags on the hellfeeds on the eye. Last week it jammed during a check run and it took a full day and a well placed cryo injection for the heat in his head to subside.

Pain, again, abrupt, unnecessary. Leto reached for stimm, but remembered Kraal’s warning. “Too much and it will slow recovery.” Leto stopped, and surrendered. His entire body seemed to shut down, weak, unresponsive. Darkness came slowly, and blessedly.

There is no strength in flesh, only weakness.

Leto blinked. Still alive, for now. No pain, for now. He checked the implantators again, but of course nothing has changed in the few hours since he last checked it. Leto adjusted his bed and picked up a dataslate. The question was, which one first? The arm would help with hard-ops, and he could tune the fingers to be more responsive and precise for soft-ops. The legs would help with combat mobility, and combat seemed more of a concern recently. Leto suddenly felt unexplainably pleased. Either would be fine choices. Either would be stronger, more reliable, and more extensible than the pitiful bio-matter that the Omnissiah had seen to fit to test him with.

There is no constancy in flesh, only decay.

Perhaps availability would make the choice for him. He checked his logs. No results from his search yet. Get back to that later. Prepare for the next step in the procedure, which would be implantation. He would need a qualified medic. Kraal was the best on the ship, but Leto had not yet broached the subject with the fiery missionary. Would he object, on the basis of some imperial dogma?

He should prepare his arguments. To begin, the Emperor himself was being kept alive by what amounted to an external implant, the Golden Throne. And, since the Omnissiah was an equal aspect of the Emperor, would it not follow that any attempt to become closer to the Machine God was also an attempt to become closer to the Emperor? Leto wrote these down in his personal log, and flowcharted the various paths that the impending conversation might take.

There is no certainty in flesh but death.

Aurelius 1
The secrets within

The room is ill-lit by tiny points of light emitted by miscellaneous tech and several small lights in wall sconces of a design lost to ancient antiquity.
The dim light plays across furnishings and objects of finery and incredible wealth.
Yet the figure sat in the shadows shows no signs of trouble negotiating the darkness, he has “the dark sight” as its commonly known. A mutation affected on him by his dealings with the warp, a most helpful deviation from the norm of humanity allowing him to see in total darkness as if it was broad daylight.
Yet he stares beyond the room. In deep thought.
Aurelius rises from the extravagant chair.
He strides to the back of his chamber, activates a hidden panel opening up a passageway to another chamber.
This chamber is the polar opposite of the other, completely devoid of wealthy trappings. It is spartan containing a simple single plasteel bed, desk and chair.
On the desk rests the book laden satchel which the map maker begged they dispose of.
The clasp is undone and the bag lays half open.
He sits down.
Ignorance breeds fear and many unknowns are labelled heresy.
Aurelius will not be ignorant and he shall not fear for he knows knowledge is power.

He opens a book…

Kraal 1

Krall slept soundly, secure in the certain knowledge that he had helped many souls find the salvation of the Emperor that day.

Dreams of comforting, cleansing flame purified his mind and thoughts.

However, somewhere in the deep dark recesses of his mind, Kraal could sense a heathen, unclean presence on board the ship…

Bob 1

The captain was moving, the pistol appearing before he was even fully awake. The alarm trilled the second time as his free hand reached down to turn it off. His eyes continued to scan his private bedroom to ensure it was just the alarm that had awoken him.

The room with its collection of books, artifacts and two chandeliers was a large space. Various alcoves were dedicated to various study topics that were of interest to the Captain at that time.

He padded over to his meditation space. Kneeling down he, he composed his mind, working on clearing it entirely. It had been a busy day yesterday, a lot of questions and worries tumbling about, interspaced with last night’s session with that new personnel aid that was probably still asleep outside in the main cabin bedroom. Thoughs of the expanse and challanges ahead fliwed into the darkness of space. Finally just darkness or was it not even that. Ahh, peace for a moment.

Meditation a success, Bob looked at the old clock, exactly 30 minutes since he started. Just enough time to get 30 minutes of tumbling, exercises and swinging from one chandelier to another. Thank the Emperor he saw that crazy nut of a zelot swing that stupid fire spitter towards him before the trigger was pulled, that could have seriously messed up his hair! Lucky he was decent medic, a better target for the crew to dislike and hell, as long as he did point the bloody thing at him, fun to watch the zelot flame away.

Exercise over, a quick check of the reports. The Cheng (cheif engineer) was up and operational – good. Bob wondered what crazy stuff would vome out of the new workshop. Other key crew were good. Secret projects progressing well, must divert that nosy spy master from that hidden room this week.

Showered and changed, the Captain slipped into his persona with the addition of the cod piece. Truely they believed the image of the woman chasing clown. Ah the price of protection – still it was a fun persona to have with some great fringe benefits! Game face on, he left his prive rooms and began another day.


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