Goblin Lands 2 Intermission Event 5: Gunpowder, Giants and Fire

#1

Part 1: Never Pilot While Sleepy
Rhug’ab crouched low upon the rise, looking out over the plant and the surrounding area. Several other Olgogs were behind him, lower on the dune. He had heard the basics of the plan, to be as silent as possible and not get noticed by the giants or any others that may be inside the complex. Of course, he wouldn’t have to worry about talking, he was after all mute and relied on hand signals to communicate and coordinate his forces. He had been given a small crew and Xephos 1, their fastest airship.
The Xephos was a fair distance away from the complex, far enough to not be seen but that also meant that if they needed to get out, the airship would need to get in and out fast. He had two biplanes strapped to the underbelly to be used as a distraction in case things took a turn for the worse. If things went really far south, like the EEF stepping in, the airship would return to Rhug’tor for debriefing and Rhug’ab and his troops would need to catch a ride with the others or make their way back on foot.

He was armed with a simple rifle and dagger, as were the rest of his small force, but he also had a machine-pistol strapped under his jacket.
From his position he saw what looked like a small sandstorm on the distance. It approached and Rhug’ab readied his rifle. If it was an enemy trap, Rhug’ab quickly realized it could catch them unprepared. He signaled to his gogs, who also prepared themselves.
Then from the sand storm strode the leg of a massive walker. Its remaining legs stepped forward revealing the impressive form of a Necro-strider, a Scarab of Unit 817. Rhug’ab let out a held breath and lowered his rifle. These may be undead, but they were allies. As some golden boned undead soldiers leapt off the side of the strider, each saluted Rhug’ab and his Rhug’na’ru.
Rhug’ab recognized their squad leader as Nameless Finality, a brave veteran of the Red Fur skirmishes of the previous year. They saluted each other and Rhug’ab led him to where Lurtor was getting updates from the Lur Union airforce.
A squad of 10 troopers had arrived in the Scarab transport to the staging area. Each was unquestionably loyal to the cause.
Finding Lurtor, he stated “My name is Nameless Finality, I am here with a squad of troopers to help you with your Neliff problem. We will split up into pairs and keep the Neliff from infecting and killing as many of you as possible. We will aid you in any way we can.”
Lurtor thanked him, the aid might be the difference between success and failure on this strange day.
Rhug’ab listened to their banter, instead hearing a voice from the commcrystal begin signaling to Lurtor. He made a hand gesture for attention, and another for Lurtor to ask the speaker to repeat himself.
The voice of the Lur Union pilot gave them chilling news.
“I repeat, we have Ladar confirmation of fifty brezan stalkers and fifteen Hovertrucks. But that is not the most concerning part. We have at least ten lifesigns in a sniper position overwatching your staging area. There may be more but they are bunched up, and something is affecting our detection devices,” said the pilot, “They do not appear to be the Dead or the Giants.”
“Any visuals on these snipers?” asked Nameless Finality.

“No sir, their field craft is quite good,” replied the pilot, “I am going to make another pass and see what our spotter can see.”
Lurtor and the other squad leaders waited with agitation.
“At least ten of the lifesigns are cursed, could be Bruskti, could be other vampyrs, they did not give us the signals of the Kul Gul Rapi, so I’d say hostiles, sir,” said the pilot, though his voice seemed to waver in a concerning way.
“Pilot are you allright?” asked Lurtor, he could hear the sluggishness.
“Not sure sir,” said the pilot yawning loudly, “We spotted a Gnome, a female, cursed but with a strange animating force in her aura. My spotter said something about…yawn…a khaz’gha tree…but sinister…I…yawn… she was doing something to a Giant Sentry… I’m not sure what to make…of it…” Suddenly the voice was replaced by loud snoring. They could hear the sound of the vehicle accelerating, and suddenly a crashing noise and the commcrystal went silent.
Rhug’ab picked up his radio, and radioed back to the Xephos 1. Using a series of radio clicks he signaled a status report.
The Rhug’na’ru helmsgog replied, “I just saw a Lur Union aircraft go down. No one fired at it. It looked like the pilot simply lost control.”
Rhug’ab, Lurtor and Nameless Finality met each others gaze. Something was very, very wrong.
Lurtor whispered, “My VLAD squad had a plague vampyr with just that description. She was called CatDancer. Outside of her loyalty to another more infamous member of our team, she was a good agent. If she is here, she is not here alone. I suspect the infamous Olgog the Olgog is here with her.”

#2

Part 2: What the Sniper saw
The clone of OtO adjusted the material covering his sniper rifle. This close to potential enemies, it was easier and easier to glimpse a shine of scope, and he would not give his position away. Already a few Lur Union flybys had come and gone. None had fired upon his little group and that did put his mind at ease.
Scanning the outskirts of the facility, the clone of an infamous Olgog, saw CatDancer flit from shadow to shadow. He felt a fondness for the little Kumfei, but brushed those feelings aside. On a conscious level he knew they were not his own emotions, merely the emotional content and memories downloaded from the source from which he was cloned.
Still if CatDancer was here, then his leader must surely know about it. He watched her approach a Giant acting as a sentry.
The Kumfei Plague Vampyr took a small arrow from her pack. Stabbing her arm with the arrow tip, her blood infusing the arrow with a combination of bacterial and viral agents. A plague vampyr used their own body as the petri dish to keep their biological weapons alive, and CatDancer had been working on some experimental new diseases on her own.
Untested, she was delighted to see how the giant reacted to the experimental bio weapon. Plague Vampyrs have great control over disease. Their own bodies were immune, and by touch they could even draw plague out from others. But once a disease was inside the body of another it was a living thing able to spread on its own (as evidenced by the many common colds that have spread across the surface of Refuge).
The arrow was knocked and released and flew true sinking into the meaty shoulder of the Giant. He rocked on his heels and fell forward. CatDancer delighted for a moment but didn’t feel the customary rush of lifefore. She wondered if adding the Healing Leyas to the mix had prevented her ability to feed off it.
She scampered over to the Giant and checked its vitals. It was alive if asleep, and its eyes were glazed over. Taking mental notes she checked the progress of the plague on her “patient”
The Giant struggled for a few moments its body spasming uncontrollably and it began coughing great gouts of bloody spetum as it struggled against the horrors in its own mind. CatDancer noted its similarity to a sleep walker in a fight with a dream threat.
There was so much interesting data, pulse rate increases as the first disease began to fill the mind with horrors, then its slowing as the second disease began to cut out control of motor functions. The rapid eye movement that accompanied the fighting against the subconscious horrors, the slow glazing over as the optic nerves controls were severed and replaced by parasitic organisms. The lifeforce of the giant remained, but CatDancer couldn’t help but notice that there was a second something. An entity of corruption and disease that superimposed itself on the living creature’s aura.
It continued to become calmer and calmer in action until the parasitic disease had finished its actions. CatDancer tried to will the giant to rise. But the infected Giant did not respond. She sat and tried a few other commands, both aloud and telepathically and nothing happened. Finally she poked the giant and in that moment of tactile contact there was an intense connection. She could feel and communicate to the zombielike diseased will that had overcome the body.
She had it wipe away its bloody spetum from the drooling mouth. It stood up, carrying her on its outstretched hand up to its shoulder. Her control of the Giant seemed perfect as long as she maintained skin to skin contact.
Suddenly she could feel other beings nearby, many of them. It was like watching a drop of blood in a pool of clear water. Each moment brought the red further and further away from its starting point. Two were in a crashed vehicle nearby, another fifteen were in the dunes.
CatDancer suddenly realized the diseases had mutated within the host giant. They had gone airbourne.
She tried to disable it, but once it spread beyond the host she touched she could not control it. Its minute but endless mutations required her to chase after it. Each time it seemed to affect the host body similarly, leaving them in a sleeping state until she came over to touch them and take control of their body. But even when she reached the nearest victim, a young gog wearing a set of power armor gloves and helmet, she realized another challenge of the disease.
The second her hand touched the second victim she lost control of the giant and her control switched to her newest touch. The giant now freed from her control, but not the bio-weaponized parasite inside its body, went amok. CatDancer found herself dodging huge feet, which quickly pounded the infected Olgog into mush. CatDancer dived into a shadow, escaping with the secret of the Zombie-like Parasitic Sleeping Sickness.
During this time Sniper OtO didn’t know what was passing through his squad like wildfire, but one after another the trainees were falling over asleep. Some shook like they were fighting invisible foes. Sniper OtO kept his eyes on Cat Dancer through the scope, and noticed how the her touch affected one of the sleeping olgogs. He stood up and began to walk again, but his zombie-like gait did not save him from the stomping giant-feet.
Sniper OtO couldn’t see CatDancer anywhere on the battlefield, but the Giant she had lost control of was now charging towards the massive Scarab transport. He sighted his scope on the Necro-strider,its crew and the UtR and VLAD agents at its feet.
He recognized none of them, except for Lurtor who was yelling into a commcrystal. A Rhug’na’ru standing next to Lurtor raised a simple rifle and put a round expertly through the Giant’s knee. It slowed the giant down for a moment, despite the parasite disease’s control.
Over the horizon multiple puffs could be seen, as artillery was unleashed by UtR loyalist troops. They struck the marauding giant before he even reached infectious range of their staging point. Lurtor and his allies would never know how close to infection they had come.

#3

Sniper OtO watched as Lurtor’s new VLAD Squad moved out towards the Gunpowder Facility. As the sniper-trainees around him began rising up with a zombielike look in their eyes, and a ravenous movement of their mouths, he did not notice.
Instead OtO’s attention was fixed on Lurtor, placing the cross hairs on his former squad-mate’s head. His finger closed on the trigger.

#4

Part 3: Never use Molotov Cocktails in a Gunpowder Production Facility
Godart quietly slipped through the window from the facility’s fire escape. The third floor was office spaces, in a very Earther style. Plastic desks that looked mass produced were lined with cubicle walls, creating a small labyrinth that inevitably led towards a large conference table at the center of the third floor. The conference table was surrounded by glass walls marked with Siedermann Industries Ltd logos.
In a cushy office chair at the head of the table sat an older Earther dressed in the simple red and white robes of a Church of One Inquisitor’s scribe. The Earther scribe had a pair of tablet computers in front of him, and a large calculator with a printed ribbon of white paper, and a trio of leatherbound books. The scribe moved between the computers and the books, jotting identical notations in each as he calculated expenses and material costs. Godart knew enough about shipping these days that he recognized logistics and accounting when he saw it.
Still expecting a trap, Godart was surprised when he sneaked as far as the glass doors before the scribe noticed him.
The scribe had the bad luck of looking up only in time to see the glass door open, and Godart walk over to the opposite side of the table. Godart’s eyes quickly spotted the security camera displays on the corner of each of the tablets set down on the table.
Like clockwork, his own team was trying to secure the first floor. They surged out of their hole, catching the giants by surprise. The sleeping giants were easy targets for the gang’s guns. A few tried to pull their pistols and return fire, and a few of Godart’s gang went down painfully. But they were quickly revived by other gangers carrying nanite syringes.
A clone of OtO carrying a spear leapt upon the last of the sleeping giants in the storage room, and plunged his spear into the massive monster’s eye socket. He spun it carving away bone and brain, and kicked the machinegun pistol out of the giant’s hand as he did so.
Godart’s eyes flicked from the screen to the scribe saying, “So…who are you?”
“I am just a simple accountant,” said the scribe, “My name is Nelios Daph-Tangnon Elorios IV. My family has served the Lord Siedermann and his estates since the days when Dunesphere was a Kingdom that stretched from the Penninsula of Man all the way to the Bulvi River.”
“Looks like you escaped that blizzard at Bartsport eh?” Godart said rhetorically, noticing a pair of Warmonger’s Dead approaching down one of the cubicle corridors with their magi cannons raised menacingly. Godart lifted a large bomb from inside his jacket “Hey Dead, you better slow your roll. This bomb will make short work of your account here and this entire place if you even try anything.
So, Nel the Accountant, what is a Church of One loyalist like you doing working with the likes of them?”
Nelios the scribe placed his hands palm down on the table, in a calming gesture, “I did not say I served any religion. My family and our loyalty has been and remains to Lord Siedermann himself. If I must wear the robes and endure the flagellations of a Church of Oner, then so be it. If I must remain here among the dead so be it.”
“And why does this Lord Siedermann have you out here? Building guns and rockets for a bunch of Giants?” asked Godart.
“Simple, if the Earther military will not strike down and erase the Goblin menace from this planet, then my Lord has decreed the Dead and the Giants will be employed to do so,” said Nelios the scribe in a simple and even tone, “The Goblins and their Demon allies wiped out the holy family of Lord Siedermann at Bartsport, and my entire family as well. The Goblins took a place of human perfection and made it a land of death. I never did believe the Church of One propaganda about your kind…until I witnessed the massacre at Bartsport.
But do not worry, whomever you are. The Dead are well prepared for any threat.”
At that word, Godart watched as the two Dead whipped up their magi cannons and fired. Their beams struck his hand and the explosive in it. He watched as the chilling beam, froze the electronic trigger, and the bombs casing cracked from the cold. Godart’s hand turned sour with frostbite, but he was undeterred, trying to use a lighter to spark the backup ignition. The Dead’s cannons had frozen the bomb solid, and Godart let it drop from his injure hand.
He leapt across the table, sliding until he was behind Nelios the Scribe, and in one motion grabbed the man up as a human shield. Godart’s eyes widened as he watched the images on the tablet’s video feeds.
Down on the first floor, Warmonger’s Dead stepped from the shadows around the first floor. Their magi cannons began firing into Godart’s gang. The Gang were not really experienced with shadow walkers, and the dead used the shadowy machines and the giant’s corpses to flit about the room.
By the time one of the Lucky Fate got their .50 caliber rifles on target, the dead soldiers had already moved away. Their magi cannons cut through the Olgogs easily. More gangers fell, but were brought back by allies with nanite syringes. They were going through their syringes quickly, but were maintaining their ranks. As they had been ordered by Godart, the Gangers began tossing Molotov’s towards the shadows the Dead were using to hide, and opened up with their flamethrowers guaranteeing the dead would be caught in their crossfire.
The machines in this storage area had all been used in the processing of gunpowder. The dead had no reason to clean them, and each had a thick layer of the stuff inside and out. There was a light dusting across the entire floor. This was no active trap on the part of the dead, but they simply never expected Molotov cocktails and flamerthrowers to be used in the Gunpowder plant

#5

Part 4: Fire Cleanses All

Kolgol sat on the shoulder of his Balgog, contemplating the facility they were attacking. The Balgog was kneeling low, and nearly in dormant state, both to avoid burning him, and to keep the flames low enough to not be easily spotted. Next to him was the instrument that Kolgol would use to attack the facility, a Sword-wielder class automaton, originally designed and commissioned by the Or’Lur tribe, now being used for the first time in combat. For now the stone soldiers stood waiting, the hammer that would descend upon the facility once the order was given.

In the meanwhile, his plan was to accompany Lurtor and company into the vicinity, and would provide support to the team as best he could.
When their staging point was attacked by the giant sentry, Lurtor gave the signal to move in on the Gunpowder plant. The Giant Mercs in their tents were starting to stir, and there was the sounds of gunfire inside the first floor. A few giant roars of pain could be heard, and this caused his allies to double their pace moving in.
Off to his right, the Scarab transport moved gracefully forward. Its legs moving it nimbly as its cannon roared. A sonic spear cut through the sky striking an emerging Giant Merc and knocking the behemoth off his feet. On its deck, Unit 817 soldiers focused their magi cannon fire to kill the downed giant.
The Scarab brought its shielding wings of hobtor stone up just in time. The Hobtor stone absorbed the explosion of a giant’s rocket propelled grenade. The RPG launcher the Giant Merc carried on his off -hand resembling a set of knuckledusters, where each knuckle was a topped by a rocket propelled grenade. He got a single shot off before he died.
Knowing more were going to leave their tents, Kolgol waited for the second signal. The one from Lurtor that a Neliff had been spotted. He was not pleasantly surprised. Instead he waited and watched in surprise and shock as the first floor, then the second floor, then the third floor of the Gunpowder plant erupted in successions. Mere seconds between the explosions, Kolgol thought he saw something large get hurled through the top floor window. Whatever it was, it apparently wasn’t a Neliff. Because it did not float, instead the large object caught fire as it arced down towards the sand below.
The explosion of the Gunpowder plant was deafening, and it took a few moments before Kolgol regained his hearing. A telltale ringing continued for a few moments, but Kolgol still heard nothing from Lurtor as the building burned down.
Kolgol lifted up his commcrystal and said, “Lurtor, what is going on here? We may have planned on stealth but someone is going an entirely different route.”
There was a few moments of quiet with no response. Now in the little time Kolgol knew Lurtor, he knew this was uncharacteristic. He spoke again, asking for a status update.
The commcrystal finally gave a reply but it was not Lurtor’s voice, “This is Nameless Finality, I have found Lurtor dead by a sniper’s bullet. I am digging out the bullet as we speak, and the gog should be well soon enough. The weapon used was not like those used by the Mercs.
I sent a few of my soldiers to scout out the area the sniper’s bullet may have originated from.”
“Well what did they report?” asked Kolgol growing impatient. If a sniper was hunting Lurtor’s VLAD squad, Kolgol wanted to know.
“They came upon some Bruskti fighting with what looked like zombies. The Bruskti cut samples from the zombies and left the rest. The bruskti were trying to wrestle away a body dressed in military sniper style camouflage. It was the body of the sniper who shot Lurtor. One of my squad got a good look at the body, despite the munching on it the zombies did, and it was Olgog the Olgog,” said Nameless Finality’s voice over the commcrystal. Kolgol heard the sound of something wet being pulled from a wound, and then heard Nameless Finality say, “Finally got that slippery sucker out.”
There was the splashing and then Kolgol heard Lurtor’s voice arguing with Nameless Finality. After a little moment of explaining Lurtor finally was on the comms.
“It seems Mag Buskt’s champion was here,” said Lurtor, “And he was happy to snipe me.”
Kolgol said, “Did you sense any Neliff or not?”
“There were Warmonger’s Dead in the factory before it blew,” said Lurtor, “Now I can’t sense any of them. I think they were incinerated. But no…luckily there weren’t any Neliff. Considering how much of a cluster fuck my former squad mates turned this mission into I think we are all lucky there weren’t any Neliff here setting a trap. But the gunpowder plant on fire is going to draw every EEF Satellite and their ground troops won’t be far behind.”
Kolgol watched as a group of Rhug’na’ru led by Rhug’ab ran for the weapons silos. The Olgogs lifted the giant guns placing them in the open, as their airship flew down from above.
A trio of giants turned back to attack them, and Kolgol saw the Rhug’na’ru wisely taking what they had gained and escape with it. The Xephos 1 airship was as fast as it was rumored to be and deftly took off dodging a hail of rocket propelled grenades from the trio of Giant Mercs.
Some of the Giant Mercs looked like they wanted to follow the Rhug’na’ru example. They swarmed from the tents towards the silos, grabbing what they could and loading them into sacks made from hollowed out Mak Hobloks. The giants did not have the urgency of the Rhug’na’ru and Kolgol saw his moment.
He signaled to his Sword Wielder who charged the silo filled with ammunition crates and grenade warheads. The massive basalt golem extended a single hand above its head as it tromped across the sands. A blade of fire appeared in its grip and the Sword Wielder leapt into the air.
Kolgol said into the commcrystal, “Lurtor it is time to call a tactical retreat. The EEF may come from the fires, but they will find nothing but ash. And our enemies…let us say they will become the ash.”
The Sword Wielder reached the silo and its blade bit deeply into the steel wall. It cut through to the very explosive materials inside.

#6

Part 5: Godart and Naeil
Godart has seen the ignition, heard the explosion on the first floor and ran for the closest window. The scribe was clutched still as a human shield as Godart hit the glass and went through it. He remembered the tumbling through the air. Felt the heat of the second and third floors exploding around him, and everything went dark.
Godart opened his eyes and saw he was on a dune. A brezan stalker was standing over him, its rider had their back to him. As the rider moved, Godart recognized it as Naeil. She seemed none too happy. Then his eyes rested on her arm. The fur had been burned away, and the skin was blistered badly. She must be in agony, he thought, reaching down for his case of nanite syringes. It was gone, not quite gone but ripped apart as if it had been caught in an explosion. The syringes were smashed to pieces. Then he noticed much of his clothing was equally torn apart and what wasn’t torn was burnt.
Godart saw he had equal burns across his own body.
“What happened?” he asked through gritted teeth.
“There was a lot of gunpowder in that place…” said Naeil, “I guess the Molotovs we used against the dead set it off…I was lucky I guess. The explosion hurled me out a nearby window. I woke up on fire put myself out and lucked out again that I was next to you. I used my last nanite syringe to bring you back and dragged you out of there. It was either use it on you or use it to heal my burns. I know chicks dig scars but hopefully guys do too. Then the silos exploded. I tried to put you out but the fires…”
Godart cleared his throat, “Better to be a little bit toasted but alive….thanks Naeil.
What happened to the rest of the gang?”

“We lost a lot of people down there,” said Naeil finishing her work attaching some struggling thing to the saddle of her stalker, “We had enough nanite syringes for the Giants we faced and the Dead we faced. But no amount of nanites can bring back the bodies cooked to ash in that gunpowder plant explosion.”
Naeil stepped to the side revealing Nilos the scribe. Half the scribe’s face was burned off but the skull underneath seemed just as animated as before. Godart wondered if he was some more advanced form of Warmonger’s Dead.
Naeil smirked, “You were holding this guy so tightly I thought you meant to take him home with you.”
Godart rested his head back. His thoughts swirled to all the good people, loyal people he had lost today. It was tough. He had hoped they would get out if things seemed bad, but it had been his orders to use the Molotovs and they never expected the side effects.

#7

Epilogue

EEF Investigator, Specialist Kagan, walked through the rubble. There was white ash up to his knees in certain places and a few bones that could only have belonged to giants. He motioned to one of the technicians, a K’iou named Burham.
“Hey Burs got any idea what did all this?” asked Kagan, “If I didn’t know better I’d say a suitcase nuke.”
The K’iou raised his technomantic scanner and nodded in the negative, “Nope, no radiation. This was a conventional explosion. There is enough copper residue that I would venture a shaped charge manufacturing plant once stood on this site. Now the sand is pretty glassed but, there are bits of giant bone and a bunch of .50 caliber bullets scattered around. Maybe one of the Olgog gangs had an ammo dump out here…The Giants attacked and everything went boom?”
Specialist Kagan turned to one of his advisors, an Uthvelor named Eltin Vollak. The strange pale elfin creature was sitting morosely in the ash, sifting it through his fingers.
“Eltin, my gut tells me Burs story is missing some key details,” said Kagan, motioning for Burs to go back to his scanning.
The Uthvelor was an Nngtai, a holy one among his kind. He regarded Kagan emotionlessly. He said simply, “I need more than a location to find out what occurred here. Much has occurred here, and I would waste a lifetime checking this one spot.”
Specialist Kagan sighed and went back to the cooked and twisted metal where a building once stood.
“Someone put a lot of effort into covering up what occurred here,” Kagan said, “And I want to know who.”
“Another enigmatic and imprecise question,” replied Eltin with another handful of ash in his hands.

Kagan once again noticed Eltin’s missing finger. Something or other related to his faith had cost the Uthvelor the finger, but Kagan was not going to ask.
Suddenly Burham’s scanner began chirping. He waved a hand and began creating a tunnel in the ash. He didn’t have to go too deep to uncover a smashed and battered form clad in power armor. An ornate spear with a now melted zela tip lay broken in the power armor’s hand. A large piece of machinery, partly melted and fused extended from the armor. It had been driven by the force of the explosion right through the body, severing upper half from lower half.
“I think I have found someone or something that may give us the data we need,” said Burham, “Should we call in a team of cloners?”
Kagan opened the armor’s helmet revealing an Olgog face, he recognized it immediately from the EEF most wanted list. Kagan said, “No Need, there is no Olgog so infamous in the colonies at the moment. Please alert Field Marshall Strykker and the VLAD trinity. It seems we have discovered the final resting place of Olgog the Olgog.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” said Burham.
“What do you mean Burs?” asked Kagan. Then he looked over, the K’iou’s further moving of the ash had revealed another identical set of power armor. This one was covered in smaller pieces of shrapnel. Machine parts had been launched with enough force to pierce the armor and shatter the body inside it.
When Burham opened the armor on this one, a body fell out. The armor was identical to the first OtO, and the body inside confirmed it. Specialist Kagan began to feel like this investigation was just beginning.

#8

Rewards and Losses

Godart gains P.O.W. Nelios the Scribe. This prisoner may be further interrogated or may be handed over to the UtR, EEF or Der’al Collective for punishment for plotting against the Goblin Lands. Godart also gains Bad Burn Scars, +2 Bonus to Intimidation rolls, and +2 bonus to Emotional control tests when dealing with fire. Godart also gains Naeil the Loyal (she gains +1 Health and +3 max H.P)
Due to the use of Molotovs in the Gunpowder Plant, Godart loses 25 Immutable troops and 25 Brezan stalkers, immolated in the fire and unrecoverable.

Olgog the Olgog gains A Good Plan thwarted by Molotovs in a Gunpowder plant. One clone discovered by Unit 817 and Allies. Two clones discovered by the EEF. Due to the use of Molotovs in the Gunpowder Plant, OtO loses 2 sets of Power Armor and 2 OtO Clones, exploded in the fire and unrecoverable. After their training and their first terrifying experience in combat OtO’s 15 trainees are F.S. 4., Sniper OtO was rescued but is infected with CatDancer’s bioweapon and seems uncureable at the moment.

Unit 817 gains Nameless Finality, unexpected medic. Nameless Finality gains Medicine/Healing +2 and gains Military Officer (profession) +2. All squad members on this squad gain Pilot Strider +1 and can detect those infected with ZPSS. Nameless Finality also reports the ZPSS zombies to Unit 817 leadership.

CatDancer learns she can’t feed off of Sleepy Time 2 because it involved healing leyas. In addition she realizes Sleepy Time 2 will spread erratically and uncontrollably because the Healing Leyas woven into it prevents her plague vampyr powers from controlling it.
CatDancer also gains Zombie-like Parasitic Sleeping Sickness (WIP 1+2 modified by Narrator). Allows her to spread a disease that acts much like Zombie Lord curse but she can only control 1 target infected at a time, and the rest become violent monsters (F.S. 3, 2 attacks). This disease does 10 (No A.R) Disease damage to a target (living only) and on NPCs with F.S. 5 or lower will take control of the target as long as CatDancer maintains physical touch skin on skin with the target. Cannot be used from afar, and requires touch to work. Does not work on Automatons, Mekanoids and those immune to diseases. Instantly cured by abilities that counter disease. If disease drops target to 0 H.P. the body is taken over by the parasite who has H.P. 10. And when not under control will run amok trying to spread its disease by bite or by bloody spetum. NPCs of FS 6 or higher and all PCs are immune to this parasite infection. Other plague vampyrs may learn ZPSS from Catdancer or by absorbing it by touch from one victim.

Lalder gains Lurtor gains One Step Walked on the Road to Shadows. He must use the techniques he learned from the book to assassinate a target to finalize the learning of this devotion. He may choose his own target. Lurtor also gains Artillery Skill of 2. Lurtor learns Olgog the Olgog tried to shoot him in the face. Lalder also gains 2 samples of people infected with ZPSS for study.

Rhug’na’ru gains five sets of Quad .50s. Each Quad .50 requires 2 Weapon mounts. They do 25 Missile dmg, Lowers V.A.R. & S.A.R. by 25 pts. Roomsweeper (+7 Dodge T#), Aircraft and Flyers with move of 15 or Lower lose all dodge bonuses against these Machineguns. These machineguns count as No A.R. on Giants and WarGiants and Giant Monsters. Quad .50s are a special reward weapon and cannot be manufactured enmass. These can either be mounted on vehicles or on aircraft.

Kolgol gains Sword Wielder Inferno. This specific sword wielder is now supercharged gains +10 max H.P. and can never be banished. It gains +2 Bonus to hit servants of Warmonger and can automatically banish a Lesser Evil of Warmonger on a successful strike from its sword. It has returned unexpectedly to Kolgol’s side after the explosion at the site and can also now speak to his master Kolgol.