Shas'vre No'ita
Dec 25, 2022 9:50:21 GMT -5
Post by Warsmith Wolf on Dec 25, 2022 9:50:21 GMT -5
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The following account pertains to the observed bodyguard cadre of one SHAS'EL TASH'VAR SHAS'VAH [to which this sub-document is attached], specifically sub-docket NSTAR-BG-002-SWIND. Herein follows an account of what best we know of Shas'vre Val'ros No'ita, or SHAS'VRE STORMWIND.
“The gue'la need to be lucky every time. I only need to be lucky once.”
- Shas'vre No'ita, on his patented tactics of missile saturation.
Gender: Male
Species: Xenos Minoris T'au [Fire Caste]
Age: 32 [Terran Standard]
Height / Weight: 5'6'' / 155lbs approx.
Allegiance: T'au'va [Tash'var Sept]
Rank/Occupation: Battlesuit Shas'vre (Bodyguard cadre)
Notes: Intercepted dockets from an overrun t'au medical centre indicate Stormwind is in one or more stages of what their species call 'Ho'or-ata-t'chel' and 'Iur'tae'mont' ['Ghost-pain' and 'war madness' respectively]. The former suggests extensive and prolonged contact with a battlesuit's interfaces to deleterious effect - the latter, perhaps a breakdown in the aliens' mental health resources...
Born: Tash'var
Languages Spoken: T'au lexicon, Low Gothic (Spoken, Militarum Standard Dialect) [Note: He is proficient in the latter only to the extent of making insults]
Appearance:Stocky even for a Fire Caste warrior, short black hair in a knot, skin a touch paler than normal due to extended time inside a battlesuit.
History: Little is known to us of Stormwind's prior history, only that he has presumably served Tash'var Sept as a warrior for as long as he has been able, and that Commander Northstar trusts him enough to afford him a place in his shas'vre honour cadre - or at the very least needs his particular talents and skill set. That they are of similar age, however, suggests Stormwind lacks something to see him promoted to a higher command of his own. Whose choice is that - his superiors, or his own?
Personality: No doubt the bevy of vox-excerpts we have on hand of what can only be Shas'vre No'ita goading and insulting our troops in increasingly more proficient Low Gothic suggests a certain bellicosity of character, a war-lust quite unalike to what the t'au usually mandate - or their vaunted Ethereal Caste would permit. From what we can translate of the aforementioned medical dockets, even his fellow xenos consider him straightforward and blunt to the point of lacking any and all subtlety, though none agree as to whether this is frustrating or refreshingly forthright. His unwillingness to be roundabout seems to endear him to as many of his comrades as it alienates him from others. Which of those camps is El'Shas'Vah in, one wonders?
One further fragment of what we found of his records may yet be of intrigue - an indictment appended to his medical form for, quote, 'seditious utterances proclaimed while under anaesthesia'. One can only wonder at the provenance of that...
Equipment:
- Battlesuit pilot bodyglove
- Supplies, field kit, rations, et cetera
- Pulse pistol, pilot-issue
- XV-81 Crisis battlesuit (humanoid murder dispensation platform)
Characteristics:
High Concept: The Blade Driven with Strength and Surety (No'ita is in all things straightforward, be it in outlook, conduct, words, or battle technique. He knows what he wants, and you know it too.)
Trouble: The Heady Allure of Battle (No'ita is not subtle in his cravings for battle, for a fight, and the absence of the Ethereals' guiding hand seems to have aggrieved him as much as it has emboldened him...)
Aspect: The Hunter Baits the Prey (Infuriating an opponent is just as important as delivering the killing blow...)
Stunts:
It's the Circus!: Because No'ita's dedication to all things missile-related is as commendable and potent as it is somewhat worrying, Shas'vre No'ita receives +2 when he Forcefully drowns a single target in a focused deluge of ordnance.
The Storm is Never Still: Because he's well-practised in maintaining a target lock while mobile, No'ita receives +2 when he Quickly fires on the move.
Whisper on the Wind: Because he's a tricky bastard when he feels like it, No'ita receives +2 when he Sneakily fires a surprise attack from an unexpected angle. If only he'd apply that subtlety to conversation.
Stats:
Careful: 0
Clever: +2
Flashy: +1
Forceful: +3
Quick: +2
Sneaky: +1
NPCs and Vehicles:
XV-81 Crisis Battlesuit
Field report penned by CMSR. JAVERT, technical consultation TCHPR. M’REN-626
The presence of old Fire Caste experimental models on our battlefields is a surprise - and not a welcome one. The techpriests assure me that what little data we have on the XV-81 variant implies it either has yet to advance out of the prototype stage, or never did - and yet here one stands pitted against us, slotted neatly into Commander Northstar's bodyguard cadre. Its presence is more so implied than observed, as the xenos varlet at its controls seems to have chosen a loadout of two missile pods to supplement the in-built smart missile system, resulting in a barrage of ordnance second only to the larger XV-88 chassis. He in fact appears to count on this similarity, tricking unwitting opponents into looking for a stationary ballistics platform, only to rapidly reposition and outflank his aggressors. Exercise extreme caution when engaging any t'au battlesuit unit noted to employ large numbers of missiles - particularly if markerlight drones have been spotted beforehand.
[Note: The attached pict is a reference only, and reflects neither Shas'vre No'ita's heraldry nor loadout. Throne knows the slippery alien bastard's hard enough to get a good pict of...]
[Note: The attached pict is a reference only, and reflects neither Shas'vre No'ita's heraldry nor loadout. Throne knows the slippery alien bastard's hard enough to get a good pict of...]
“One missile or one thousand, you'll end the same way, gue'la..."
- Vox fragment of what appears to be Shas'vre No'ita broadcasting an open-channel insult.
