|11||The labourii’s religious ceremony is somewhat inscrutable, but all work has stopped as they all pay homage to the God Emporer of Mankind. Lights flicker on and off. In the next missiong roll a d6 at the start of each turn. An even result indicating the lights are out. Use the rules for fighting in the dark.||Ramanan||Like a glittering, toxic icicle, Shentech’s manufactorum needle hangs above the infamous hive world of Necromunda, just outside the jurisdiction of Lord Helmawr. No one goes there, and no one leaves–but the manufactorum isn’t idle.|
Once a year, a single, battered yellow canister grav-chutes to a disused landing pad in the spires of Hive Primus. Marked with the Shentech seal, the canister is claimed as salvage, assayed by Helmawr’s inspectors as pharmaceutical compounds, then sold to the waiting Shen agent for a tidy profit. What happens then, precisely how this compound is employed, is a secret of the Navigator House. Or it was until recently, when a report from an Astartes Kill Team on Salmagundi showed the same Shentech canisters present on the planet of the Blbliarchs. The compound was being used somehow in their hypno-savant training.
It was yet another link between Salmagundi and their recidivist employers, the Navigators of House Shen. For the Custodes, the revelation of the compound offered a tantalizing opportunity to smash one of House Shen’s few verifiable assets–and destroy or damage the capacities of their legal team in the process.
The Custodes mobilized one of their many assets on Necromunda: a zealous and crudely innovative local church of the God-Machine. Well-equipped and motivated to learn the secrets of the Needle and stamp out any techno-heresy they might find there, the ops team was shuttled to orbit for the assault. Debris and dust filling the landing bays showed the station had been inviolate for centuries. Beyond the airlock were dignitaries of the Needle’s degenerate laborii tribes, long-limbed and twisted parodies of their dutiful, hive-dwelling counterparts, planetside. The language was barely comprehensible but the invaders knew instantly that their smash-and-grab mission was going to be more challenging than they’d thought: the laborii were many; and might cling impudently to life. What was worse–the station possessed its own dedicated security detail–somewhere deep in the needle, a force of vat-spawned guardians were rising from their dormant state. The worshippers of the machine god made camp as the sour notes of an ancient klaxon wailed.
|12||Servitors work furiously in the bowels of the manufactorum as it rocks to and fro, its complex gyro-machinary malfunctioning. In the next mission each model must roll a d6 before they move. On an even result they can only move half their movement score, as they are knocked down to the ground with a jerk.||Ramanan|
|13||Corruption whispers: promises, seductions and hope intimated in dreams by glorious and radiant figures. Those not in service of the dark gods may choose to take the first step towards thier damning salvation and take a boon and mark of foul alligence.||Gus L.|
|14||Inquisitorial agents have arrived and confirm the purity of the faithful. Many will be unavailable for battle after thier mercies - most temporarily, but any marked by chaos or xenos taint have been purged, along with some unlucky faithful souls.||Gus L.|
|15||New troops for the front, clean limbed, unscarred and fresh faced with all the sense of a child and training unfit for thier new duties.||Gus L.|
|26||Animate Toxic Waste! A semi-sentient predatory ooze inhabits the area (the result of a chemical spill), looking to assimilate any living organism. Add a large base next to the most "chemical plant" looking area or in the middle of the map. At the END of each turn, if there is a unit in 12" range, the Ooze moves 6" towards it, trying to come into contact. It can crawl up walls, ooze through small openings at the same movement speed. If there are no units in range, the Ooze moves 6" in a random direction. If the Ooze-base is in contact with a unit, that unit must make an armor check or take 1 Wound.||Tamás|
|31||Navigators of the ruling house whose abilities are fading sometimes find rejuvination in a mysterious (possibly xenos-constructed) chamber at the heart of their sanctum. They emerge revitalized, their warp-vision restored or even enhanced. What is the cost, and what of those who never re-emerge? Is this the true goal of the Tech-Priest fanatics?||Skerples|
|32||On death, Navigators are entombed in eight-times-eight sealed caskets. A decadent trade in pickled Naviagator brain fluids has sprung up on the station. Necromundan nobles will pay a bishop's ransom for a single sip of true Nobilite brain-juice. The visions are rapturous.||Skerples|
|33||One of the ancient Navigators produces sapient clone-tumours. These are excised with great care and frozen in cryovaults to be studied and pitied. Unfortunately, cryocontainment has failed.||Skerples|
|34||An impartial visitor for Navigator House Karthax-Tavian (long thought extinct) is rumored to have the gift of true prophecy. For some reason they keep laughing and pointing.|
|41||The Techno-Savants of Thule have declared one section of the station exhibits dreaded Heretical Geometry and are busy cutting holes in bulkheads, welding new panels into place, and generally altering the layout to avoid Etheriogeometric Contamination.||Skerples|
|42||The station's power core's tertiary impeller relies on a continual flow of solidified hydrocarbon pellets, shoveled into vast furnaces by legions of sweating indentured servants. Someone has disrupted the hydrocarbon pellet flow for the first time in centuries. Who, and why?||Skerples|
|43||Scrimshawing servo-skulls have run amok and engraved the deeds of dead saints onto every surface in the district.||Skerples|
|61||The Techno-Savants of Thule have declared one section of the station exhibits dreaded Heretical Geometry and are busy cutting holes in bulkheads, welding new panels into place, and generally altering the layout to avoid Etheriogeometric Contamination.||Skerples|
|62||The station's power core's tertiary impeller relies on a continual flow of solidified hydrocarbon pellets, shoveled into vast furnaces by legions of sweating indentured servants. Someone has disrupted the hydrocarbon pellet flow for the first time in centuries. Who, and why?||Skerples|
|63||Scrimshawing servo-skulls have run amok and engraved the deeds of dead saints onto every surface in the district.||Skerples|
|64||A secret courier was bringing primordial legal texts from Holy Terra to the station. Traveling in perfect secrecy, they were ambushed by a ferrocockroach on the last leg of their journey. A book that predates the Imperium is now the pillow of a corpse.||Skerples|