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WARP RIFT

ISSUE 21

HORIZON

THE BATTLEFLEET GOTHIC NETZINE

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WARP RIFT • ISSUE TWENTYONE • NOVEMBER 2008

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ISSUE TWENTYONE – CONTENTS:

Hello,

You can check out our blog at the following

location:

Another issue of Warp Rit. An odd one. A

strange one. Tzeentch may have caused it but I

know better!

http://www.players.tacticalwargames.net/tiki-

view_blog.php?blogId=10

ENCYCLOPEDIA GOTHICA

Lord Commissar

Ultima Segmentum

Deliverance

Heh, no battlereport in this issue despite I received

a couple of good ones. Somehow I didn’t use them

in this issue. Why? Good question!

Next issue I’ll have two for you! Why? Again,

good question.

I am rambling. But that doesn’t matter. I hope. I

also hope that the Specialist Games forums will

make for a soon return. But I know Cybershadow

and Mod-Lex are working hard on the whole

deal.

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Deliverance

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TACTICAL COMMAND

Deliverance

Last month I released Project Distant Darkness

and I hope you liked it. If only for the layout or

story. But we are in Warp Rit now. So, what do

we have around this month?

“Greetings admirals out there, I am honoured for the

opportunity that Roy and Warp Rift staff have given me

to contribue at the expansion of this fantastic webzine.

First of all, my goals for Warp Rift are to create a new

Battle Report section, where you can read of adventures

and wars of others in our magniicent Battleleet Gothic

Universe. Then, we are going to expand the Tactical

Center with some Masterclass from the brave admirals

out there and with deep analisys of manoeuvres. I am

glad to serve in the ranks of Warp Rift, and hope that

you and the Emperor (or other deity) gonna love my

works. See you in Immaterium. Class Dismissed “

SHOWCASE

GothiComp 2008 Winners

We start with a short story, especially written for

Warp Rit and the rules for Commissars. A special

thanks to the gited writer that Richard Swan is.

You can ind more stories by him on the Black

Library forums, he goes by the name of FireFox

on there. We also bring you a ship, a monster of a

ship, with a dedicated step-by-step guide to build

the behemoth of the stars. Don’t forget to check

out the Showcase section for the best vessels this

year. And inally a scenario to get your teeth in

plus the last part of High Anchor.

VOID STALKER

Fannon’s Patrol

Davide ‘Kratz’ Ferrari

OFFICER’S MESS

Send your battle reports at:

High Anchor part 3

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Enjoy!

Horizon

INSPIRATION GROWS

FROM THE BARREL OF A GUN

BY RICHARD SWAN

INS ATHERSTONE

UVOLON CLUSTER

ULTIMA SEGMENTUM

746 M41

His gloved hand closed about the pommel of his bolt pistol, and he yanked it

from its holster, thumbing the safety catch of.

‘Make way, in the name of the Emperor, or taste his wrath!’ he cried. Ratings,

ensigns and junior oicers, bustling through the corridor, either didn’t hear or

ignored him. Yet they were all secondary to his mission. His objective was the

engine deck, and the motivation and success of the enginseers therein. If he was

slowed in any way, either through negligence or stupidity, it was counter to his

goal – and he would not hesitate to take appropriate action.

he illumination panels above dimmed and the grilled looring shook violently,

as another bout of Tau ordinance found its way through the Atherstone’s void

shields and detonated against the adamantium hull. With a snarl of anger, Lord

Commissar Albrecht Vandemarr righted himself and shouldered his way on,

through the cramped gangway of the crew quarters and on towards the engine

deck.

‘Shit!’ he growled, and broke the jaw of an ensign who stumbled in front of

him. ‘Bloody move!’ he snarled, slamming another’s head into the hull. he man

jerked and crumpled against the grilling. Vandemarr ignored the damaged man,

and strode on.

hey’d engaged shortly ater 05:00, ship time, and already the exchange was into

its second hour, as both the Lunar-class cruiser and the Tau vessel – a Hero class,

so he’d been informed – traded blows and tested each other’s reactions. It had been

theatre so far, a show of strength; no one, including Vandemarr, had expected it

to come to anything more than a short contact. But the minutes wore on, and

the intensity of ordinance increased. Now the Captain – Lord Scarcrot – was

growing impatient. he engines needed to be primed for the planned lanking

manoeuvre which would, if correctly executed, ind the weak point between

the Hero’s semi-circular bridge and the main bulk of the vessel, and destroy it

piecemeal. But if the reactors weren’t suiciently geared up, they could fall short,

and expose themselves to the Tau’s main starboard battery.

He turned let at the next bulkhead, and then on to an open walkway which

aforded considerable room for manoeuvre. Satisied, he holstered his bolt pistol

and broke into a jog.

‘Make way!’ he cried for good measure. he loor trembled again as another salvo

of Tau ordinance contacted with the hull. ‘hrone damn it Scarcrot,’ he muttered

angrily in the temporary blackness of the failing lights.

He turned right so that he was heading at, and darted into an alcove which

housed a screw-stair, winding down to the engine deck. Already he could feel the

heat of the power core, where the thousands of plasmastats and central reactor

stood. Surrounding it, the ancillary power nodes stretched down the length of

the deck; huge, piped brass drums, housing the carbon ires and laboured over by

thousands of grimy, sweaty deck slaves.

Vandemarr had been tasked with making sure they were.

‘Make way, damn you!’ he roared above the yammering of acceleration alarms and

impact sirens. He moved aside only for damage limitation gangs to sweep past;

anyone else caught in his way found themselves sprawled against the gangway.

He reached the engine deck, and though he was freely sweating he did not remove

his midnight blue trench coat or braided cap. Around him, the ires raged and

the air was rank with soot, clogging the scrubbers and caking every surface.

Everywhere, a lickering red glow poisoned the artiicial atmosphere, and the

shouts and screams of the slaves and their drivers illed the air.

bearing signs of logging. Scores lay dead or dying on the grilling, unable to move

from exhaustion and dehydration.

Vandemarr hauled his lean, yet muscled bulk onto the top of an overturned

carbon cart, and took in a deep lungful of semi-poisonous air.

he ancillary nodes were not yet his concern, and he headed for the power core.

He could feel it thrumming the deck under his feet, the colossal plasma reactor

with enough power to annihilate a small star.

‘Double water rations and a day’s respite for the irst team to fully charge their

node!’ he bellowed. he efect was instantaneous, but he repeated it;

‘You men!’ he called, the red glow of the ires replaced by the blue glow of the

plasmastats. Steam, vented from the ceiling high above, choked the air, and

sparks and bolts of static crackled itfully through the charged atmosphere.

‘Double water rations and a day’s respite for the irst team to fully charge their

node! Full ahead by full in ive minutes! Who will earn the Emperor’s pride this

day?’

A group of enginseers pulled away from the plasmastat they were maintaining,

and looked at him through augmetic eyes and metallic breather masks. Red robes

cloaked their bodies, and servo arms, cluttered with tools, recessed slightly in the

presence of the scarred Lord Commissar.

Flogged, sweat-soaked, exhausted men suddenly forgot the pains of their labour.

Amidst shouts of enthusiasm and encouragement, they changed from loping to

sprinting, and shovelled heaps of carbon into the nodes like men possessed. With

a lanking manoeuvre such as the one planned, Vandemarr knew all too well

how much power it would drain from the plasma reactor. Without the ancillary

nodes, the void shields and lightning would fade in seconds.

‘Lord?’ one asked. hey stank of sacred unguents and oils, and servitor cherubs

luttered through the air, swinging incense burners.

He jumped down from the cart, and stumbled as, once again, the Tau scored a

successful hit against the Atherstone.

‘Orders from Lord Scarcrot,’ Vandemarr snapped. Prayers and rituals didn’t

make engines work; honest toil and labour did. He spared little time for the

reclusive members of the techpriesthood. ‘hese engines need to be ready for a

rapid lanking manoeuvre – that’s full ahead by full – in the next ive minutes,’

he said, feeling himself perspire heavily in the stiling heat.

‘his is Lord Commissar Vandemarr,’ he said, pressing a inger against the

microbead in his ear and striding back towards the screw stair. ‘he engine decks

have been informed and motivated.’

‘Five minutes, lord, will not be –’ the irst enginseer began. Vandemarr yanked his

bolt pistol free and ired of a single shot. he bolt connected with the techpriest’s

let eye and detonated its head in a shower of blood, oil and metal casing.

He took out a small hip lask of water and drained half of it, waiting for the reply

from vox command on the bridge.

‘Acknowledged, Lord,’ came the reply. ‘Report to the launch decks for inspirational

duties.’

‘Consider yourselves motivated,’ Vandemarr snarled. he remaining enginseers,

with a vigour born from a healthy fear of a sudden and violent death, returned to

the plasmastats and immediately began making the necessary adjustments. he

limp body of the decapitated techpriest swayed, then slumped to the loor.

‘Copy. Vandemarr out.’

He cut the feed and mounted the screw stair, pulling himself up past the crew

quarters and to the upper launch decks, where the Atherstone’s main batteries

were housed. He quickly mopped his forehead with a handkerchief and checked

his bolt pistol holster, before dismounting the stair and shouldering through the

two armsmen guarding the entrance to the launch deck.

Vandemarr turned smartly on his heel and headed back towards the anciliary

power nodes, feeling the electrical, static heat of the plasma reactor replaced with

the hotter, iery heat of the nodes. Hundreds of slaves shovelled heaps of carbon

into the burners, sweating and grunting with the exertion, almost all of them

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