thewizardguy

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@Flamelord

SG teleportation works pretty much exactly like 40K teleportation. Altering something's location in space through unknown means (in exact science, that is). Small tp doesn't use the Warp in 40K.

Your tp needs a counter. It just does. Because otherwise it allows you to instantly destroy any enemy ship, with nobody possessing the ability to counter it. Instant megaton nuke to the face is hard to outmatch. Hence, a teleportation-blocking Void Shield from 40K aught to block teleportation from the Goa'Uld as well. Alternatively, I could state that the Imperium can also use their teleportation unlimitedly, and tp a Cyclonic Torpedo (world-destroying weapon) to Ba'al's personal quarters. These things are not allowed not necessarily because of fluff reasons, but because else it's just ridiculously overpowered.

However, I do not want to no-sell your faction's abilities. Just prevent them from possessing the power to one-shot any other faction. So how about you can teleport anywhere except where a specific teleport-blocking effect is in place. So you couldn't tp a bomb right into an Imperium ship, but you could tp it right next to it, or at least right outside the forcefield. This allows you to do some damage, but prevents you from one-shotting everything you fight.

There's a reason that characters in shows like this are plot-convinced not to use their abilities to their maximum potential. It's the only thing that keeps them from instantly winning.

Oh and on the Psyker thing, their Space Marine thing IS guarding the Imperium. On the whole no more than 100 space marines are deployed at any one time. Right now is a high-stakes time, and still only about 150 are deployed, out of a thousand.

Rainbow Bubblegum Souffle

Hmmmm..... Consider me interested.

Must admit, I'm biased towards this RP for mentioning both Madoka Magica and Sleepless Domain in the OP. Both are awesome.

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@Flamelord

You do realize that every single Grey Knight is a psyker, right? Their basic infantry are psykers. They're also warp-resistant, and in over 10.000 years, not a single Grey Knight has ever been corrupted by Chaos. So that's at least 100 psykers, which are all mentioned on my faction sheet (as specified under 'grey knights'). There are also Librarians in other factions, although they are less common. Only the Throne City has Dark Angels Interromancers to guard it personally. The Imperium is covered in the Astronomican, the divine bacon of the Emperor. It's canonically stated that any Daemon looking in it's general direction has it's eyes scorched out of it's head. Being this close to the Emperor basically gives you warp immunity, and anything below the Chaos Gods Incarnate are practically dead the moment they set foot on Imperial soil. So corruption and the warp really aren't an issue.

Admittedly, my knowledge of SG is very limited (I watched the first 3 episodes of SG:Atlantis, and like the first 30 minutes of the movie once), so all I really know is that stargates are portals and ascending is the shit. But I do know that there's no way that the Goa'Uld have unblockable teleportation tech, and the Astronomican would block any teleportation in Imperial territory. Similar to the effect of a Geller Field, or whatever they call the teleport-blocking field in SG. I'm sure they have one, else all combat would end with the Goa'Uld tping a suitcase nuke into the other person's cockpit. Short series.

Oh and the Necron have honestly fairly shitty TP. The masters of TP are the Eldar, specifically Dark, or potentially the Warp Claws from the Chaos Space Marines. Legion of Damned if you count them. Necron have weaker access to the Webway, and can tp their troops to their own buildings, but that's pretty much it.

In any case, I'm willing to believe that your Ba'al has significantly more power behind him than I was aware of. I certainly did not expect him to have all of the Galaxy in terms of manpower. There are only about 1000 space marines total on Arcadia, so they have plenty of quality but not much quantity. So hey, perhaps I underestimated your faction. Regardless, I would advise you not to underestimate the Imperium, as they have plenty of counters to teleportation spamming.

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@Flamelord

called your bluff.

Now, onto the inevitable anger that will occur after you read my post (or perhaps you read this first). Allow me to explain. Dromarius is not nice, but I legitimately believe that the Goa'Uld are massively screwed if they go up against the Imperium. I've looked over the Goa'Uld tech and the history of their conflicts, and I severely doubt Ba'al stands much of a chance against the Imperium at it's current stage. So I would not recommend fighting them.

Also, there's literaly no way you could have hidden the Naquari bombs in the Imperium. Teleportation would have been noticed, and getting a ship even in orbit over Imperium lands would have sparked war. Invisibility is foiled by psychics, as is infiltration. And hell, sneaking a weapon of that size in? Pretty much impossible. So yeah, definitely not likely.

I know it sucks to have someone tell you your faction is weak, but the Imperium are, in terms of military power, pretty much the most powerful faction around (save perhaps Outliners, who haven't shown what their military even is, besides a couple of random goons every now and then.) And the Goa'Uld are one of the weakest, with their technology being what most would consider archaic in terms of weapons. So while I don't want to come off as an ass, I seriously recommend not starting a war.

Apologies for any anger I may have caused.

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@Flamelord

- Company Master Dromarius -

Ba'al had indeed restrained himself. Dromari, however, did not. After a moment of stunned silence, he burst out laughing, the bellowing sound echoing through the forested area for a full twenty or so seconds. By the time he finally calmed down he was practically in tears, having almost dropped his thunder hammer. All this was with no care for the enemies around him. "Oh man. Ah. Damn. It's been over a hundred years since I last got a laugh like that. Gonna ruin my reputation. Ha! Oh well." He walked forward, never breaking eye contact with Ba'al, as if daring him to do something. "If that's all I have to worry about, then I think we're fine." His grin was one of a man who already knew he'd won, although the humour of the situation might be lost on the Goa'Uld.

"So I heard you Goa'Uld like playing tactician. So let's play, shall wel? There are no bombs in Imperium territory. The entire place is guarded by an army of psychics, many of which have the ability to see the future, read your mind, or even to simply make you tell them to truth. The Throne City itself is so well guarded, you don't get in without being screened by an Interromancer. Your whole life story, every dark little secret in your brain, in a little kiosk in under five minutes. And don't even joke about getting in there unseen. The place is crawling with psychics who could sense your sneaky little intentions half a mile away, and our entire territory is monitored by sensory equipment so sensitive it could measure the length of your dick from space. I could keep explaining this to you, but suffice to say that in order to bluff your bluff has to be believable, and yours is not." Dromari slowly walked forward as he explained this, small smile on his face, not caring for the life of him that Ba'al could probably kill him at any moment.

"With that away, let's talk about here, shall we? Chances are, you're a hologram. See, if you were here, I coulda hit you with a missile or something, and no fancy-smancy shield is going to protect you from that. And from what I hear, you xenos value your lives more than that. So you sat here, knowing I couldn't hurt you, and talk big. Chances are also you put one of those Narca-bombs somewhere over here, maybe hidden in plain sight, or under a bush or something. I get out of line, become a threat, you destroy everything here. Destroy my full troop deployal, lose nothing of value, right? And all the time you sit in your fancy little chair laughing at human incompetence. Yeah, I've faced your type before. Scheming little bastard with no real fight in ya." He was standing only a few metres away from Ba'al now. "Possible these weren't your plans at all, at which point I just came up with better preparations than you did. But real question is what I'm going to do about it. Answer is that I'm going to teleport most of my troops back up" indicators would show this had already happened, and troops had been disappearing during his entire monologue "and then I'm going to see just how much you value your life."

"You see, there's a reason you haven't been involved in any wars yet. It's because you're not worth fighting. Because for all your grand standing, you're nothing more than a tiny xenos race that feels great because it owns a couple of dozen solar systems. Your bombs are your only answer to troop conflicts cuz you don't have an army, and you certainly don't have a fleet worth talking about. So you start this fight, we wipe out your little hold on Arcadia. Maybe personally, or maybe we just point the bugs in the right way. And we follow you through your little portal into your home universe, and we massacre your entire damn species." He smiled, and it was the smile of a man who knew he might die, and didn't care. "So decide now. Blow up your little bomb, fire a shot, do whatever little doomsday plan you have, and doom yourself. Or you can walk away and sit back down in the corner. Your call."

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@Tyki@supertinyking

- Rhemus, Dark Angels -

The creature appeared to be threatening the Imperium in a rather incompetent manner, considering the probability of the creature actually acquiring any such information. With it's particular psionic talent it would get blasted from space before it got within 20 km of Throne City, if it even made it into Imperial territory. Those with no respect for privacy didn't last long in Imperial territory. "Your lack of talent is quite apparent. However, I am certain that some deal could be reached if you are as competent as you claim. If you wish to continue negotiation, then perform a combat demonstration. There are probably plenty of Tyranid near the border, and plenty of competent commanders with the authority to hire you on. Just try not to learn a secret you shouldn't have." The warning was earnest, mostly, as Rhemus had no doubt he would be called in to deal with this creature just because of his experience. "As for the power core, we will look it over with the Imperium, and replace it for free. It will need to be looked over regardless before it is allowed into Imperial Space, we don't approve of rogue space stations crashing onto our cities." As far as he had seen, all of this creature's abilities were based on creating things from it's own body, and his replacement of the power core would most likely be procured in the same fashion. This would also indicate he would retain control over it, at least to an extent. These were assumptions, but still, the idea of what was effectively a floating bomb in orbit over the Imperium wasn't appealing.

The mutant's awkwardness was noted. It seemed a bit too amused by the disaster story. The kind of misguided enthusiasm often seen in a techpriest about 15 seconds before a facility-wide evacuation. "I would hope that you refrain from similar 'accidents' while you work with us. Imperial law states that all crimes committed before coming to Arcadia are forgiven by default, and as an employee you will be granted protection from any faction that disagrees. However, should such an incident occur within our labs, you would be tried for murder, and potentially the destruction of a facility. And our laws are quite strict on the matter." Almost as an afterthought, he also addressed the threat of the nuke. "And do not worry. If we believed you were worth shooting, not one among us would hesitate to sacrifice our lives to complete this goal. Death in service to the Emperor is a privilege, and I would gladly accept my retirement." Rhemus smiled, knowing that few outsiders recognized the true meaning of devotion, despite their claims of loyalty. But in time, perhaps Martin would learn to share in their dedication to the Emperor.

"Now, I believe it is about time we leave. According to command, an AdMech squad will be deployed here in 15 minutes. I intend to have your data at HQ before then. As for you..." he nodded at Xel'Rath. "I would be pleased to introduce you to High Command. But come aboard only if you are certain that you can control your senses. There are many more powerful than me, and should you peek, they will notice. And in that place, they will not be lenient. I would prefer not to be standing near you when that happens." The threat carried no malevolence, it was merely a warning of the inevitable. The Rock was home to hundreds of secrets which the entire chapter was dedicated to keeping, and the entire place was designed as a maze from which no information could escape. Psychics monitored every ship that entered or left, and any visitors were under constant supervision of every kind. His nosiness would not be tolerated.

He pushed Martin into the Thunderhawk, and waited a bit to see if Xel'Rath would follow. The other two squads joined them, already hanging up their weaponry and beginning the meticulous cleaning ritual. Whether Xel'Rath got on or not, the Thunderhawk would soon leave for the Rock.

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Well I wasn't expecting to be threatened with nukes twice in the same day.

Also, @Wraithblade6 Welcome back!

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@Savato

- Altark Marian -

Seemingly uninterested in the lands below, the Outliners had established a fleet orbiting Arcadia. Small enough to not be a direct threat, large enough to be a constant reminder of the danger they posed. There was no doubt, however, that this was far from their full force, and this was most likely not even a proper fleet. Perhaps half the ships were holograms, or perhaps they were merely unmanned, diversions for any incoming attack. Rumour has it that they once deployed an entire mock fleet as a mere distraction when first arriving on Arcadia, although this had been discarded as unlikely long ago. But it was undoubtedly a good thing that the small approaching Imperial ship had no intention of attacking the Outliners, mock or no, as they were ill prepared to deal with a trap.

In light of recent events, a special delegation had been deployed to convene with the Outliners. Most matters, including what strategy to adopt against the Tyranid threat, would be discussed at the meet later today. However, the deal the Imperium wished to make with the Outliners was one that could not be proposed in front of allies of convenience. It would be... inconvenient. The matter discussed here might permanently end the Tyranid threat, or it might result in the destruction of the Imperium. Regardless of how it went, the fragile truce of Arcadia would be shattered. These thoughts flickered through the mind of Commander Altark as he made the voyage towards the strange round ships in the sky. Flanking him were two golden giants, standing impossibly silently and impossibly still, their hidden gaze surveying their ship. He knew that if anyone had made even the slightest move to harm him, they'd be dead in the blink of an eye. Somehow, that just made him more nervous.

Hailing speakers were opened, and a short-range broadcast was sent out. Mock or no, the Outliners would receive the message. "I, Altark Marian, have arrived as part of a special delegation to propose a deal regarding the Tyranid threat. Our vessel is unarmed, and carries no void shields. Should you accept, merely give us a location, and we will teleport aboard a group of three." Of course, even if the location was perfectly harmless, if they didn't lower their shields they'd be atomised by the journey. A quick death, but still one he'd prefer to avoid. Hopefully, the Outliners were in a talking mood.

HCL V: insert witty title here

So on a scale from 1 to Disco, how dead is this thread?

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@supertinyking@Tyki

- Dark Angels, Rhemus -

A solid second was spent staring at the odd creature as it made it's ridiculous demand. Every piece of information in the Imperium? For a moment Rhemus thought he was being had, that this was some strange expression of extraterrestrial humour, of the sadistic and nonsensical kind occasionally displayed by the Eldar. A comparison which had up until this point seemed quite apt. But even the Eldar knew when to make sense, and this entity, for all of it's powers, seemed to lack any basic logical understanding of scale. Or perhaps it had merely mistook the Imperium for some wayward village, with a handful of juicy gossipy secrets to hide. Rhemus alone knew several secrets that would get the entire planet nuked from space if they were to get out, or at least would have had the planet been anything less than the new home of the Golden Throne, and the God Emperor himself. No less ridiculous was it's demand for a demonstration, as if Rhemus was supposed to pull an Imperator Titan out of his back pocket so it could show off. This was a level of both arrogance and sheer ignorance that baffled the Librarian, and there was an awkward pause as he struggled to regain his composure.

Of course, even with these ridiculous claims, it's casual admittance to blatantly ignoring Rhemus' warnings were far more worrying than it's apparent naivete. The moment he parsed the creature's words, he fired a single bolt shell into the ground at the creature's feet, internally groaning at the amount of lenience he was forced to show. "Then turn it off. If you are so incompetent to be unable to even control your own sensory capabilities, then I doubt any military operation would benefit from your intervention. As for your apparent desire for our information, your very knowledge of my name is a secret that most would die for, unwillingly. If you so much as touch another thought, whether through physical or telepathic means, I will be forced to retract the remarkably amiable treatment I have been granting you up until now, and act out on the logical course of action. This would be to eliminate you, and be done with it." He sighed, sizing up the creature, wondering how to word his threats in a way that would pierce the ever-present shell of inhuman arrogance that seemed to surround the creature like an emotional forcefield. But there was no way to make apparent to this creature the threat it was under without, in fact, shooting it, which was the very conflict he had been working so hard to avoid. Effort which no doubt had gone completely unnoticed by this creature, remarkably.

Interestingly, the mutant named Martin interjected in a surprisingly bold, if blunt, fashion, appearing to share this alien creature's sense of invincibility. As a Space Marine, Rhemus was used to civilians, even mutant civilians with weapons, cowering in fear at the mere sight of an Angel of Death, and yet this strange creature appeared happy to chastise this powerful energy being, even as he spoke massively out of turn. It was a level of fearlessness born from either a jaded acceptance of death, or the will of a person who was unwilling to compromise their opinion for any threats of physical harm. A mentality little valued in a citizen of the Empire, but encouraged in it's warriors, a position which seemed oddly fitting considering the creature's unimpressive stature. Further adding to the positive impression was the fact that the ideas it proposed were sound, and it's demands reasonable. Rhemus made a mental note to personally keep track of this particular individual as he was absorbed into the administrative machine of the AdMech.

"As... Martin... suggests, I believe a more profitable agreement could be reached. It would be preferred if you demonstrated your abilities on our common enemy, as opposed to one of our very own engines of war. Such things are rather hard to replace, and I believe a field demonstration would more accurately depict your use to us, would you not agree? Meanwhile, I am certain that an exchange rate could be established for Imperial information of a variety of kinds, in exchange for your services. In addition, of course, to any information that could be garnered from the Tyranid themselves, which would be shared among us." This creature was rather troublesome, but if it turned out to be more trouble than it was worth it could be cut loose after demonstrating it's combat capabilities. At worst it was a bit of snack food thrown at the Tyranid, at best it was a useful engine of destruction that could be paid off with generally useless information. Either way, there was little to no loss for the Empire.

"In regards to the Space Station, I believe you mentioned the destruction of the location that would usually hold the power core, which would most likely have inflicted severe damage to the surrounding areas. Several techpriests will be dispatched to investigate the station and repair it, if we can. If we are able to provide and install a power core it will certainly be attempted, although if not you can also be placed in one of the labs aboard our own space station." Rhemus doubted that Martin would actually get to work on the station itself for quite some time, as the Mechanicum would obsess over it for at least a week before allowing the rest of the Imperium to even look at it, and even then it would be deployed or dismantled as was considered most useful. But his safety would be ensured. "Do not worry. I have no doubt that you will find the Imperium more pleasant than your previous home. Take into account, by the way, that artificial intelligence is forbidden within the Imperium, or at the very least may not be connected to any major systems." Aliens mind reading loyal marines was of course an atrocity, but there was nothing wrong with some precautionary surface scanning performed by a Librarian. Especially one whom's task was to discover all he could about his allies. Although he had no intention at this point of reading anything but the bare surface thoughts which this fellow practically radiated into the warp.