I'm going to completely necro this thread cus, well I just logged on after a long absence, had a like and it fit with what happened during our last game session.
So go give you an update. The same group has been playing on and off now for a couple of years and it's been really, really good; Our GM has been weaving a story that leads back to the time of the Heresy, lost primarchs, forbidden lore, going rogue, coming in from the cold, being thrown back out —Lots of emotional moments.
Personally my tac marine has been away for a while since I moved abroad and was out of the group for 18 months, but luckily the GM used that as a plot and they found out that my TacSmurf was actually an Alpha Legionnaire infiltrating the DW, needless to say he needed to die.
Well I just came back to the group and we kinda wanted to reintroduce my character, mind you the still haven't gotten the AL who is now something of an Arch Nemeses. Upon meeting my "real" character they obviously very suspicious and basically ice him out from the get go, but Justinian being a trooper and a team player (and not so much Iznogood as I originally portrayed him) manages to work his way into the good graces of the team.
Anyhoops we are all off on this planet that has recently been taken back from the Arch Enemy because the Inquisition found something that they want us to take a look at, it's all very exciting and is tied into the whole lost primarchs thing that we're running through. Anyway, the others are off doing their thing while my character — having been a scout sergeant — scouts ahead. The others end up in a nasty fire fight, pinned down and running out of options, now mind you I've been my usual unlucky self, fumbles, critical misses, bad stealth roll's you name it, I've failed at it. So trying to sneak up on an Alpha Legion strike team might not seem like the brightest moment, but meh, I do it.
A few failed rolls later and I'm basically a hostage, being a veteran Ultramarine Sergeant (the meta-excuse the players use as a reason to not just abandon me to die) I need to be rescued. Mind you Justinian is mortally embarrassed by this whole ordeal and during a short exchange manages to tell the others not to come for him, needless to say they don't listen.
Since the first session they have however learned to use cover, grenades and traps and so on, basically they fight smart and suddenly the dice turns. My character manages to get lose, the Librarian kills their sorcerer with an epic crit that ruptures the traitor who has been alive since the great crusade like a blood melon taking 2 of his underlings with him in eldrich witch fire, the assault marine makes short work of their heavy support (a dreadnaught) and everything else just seems to work for everyone... Except for yours truly...
Finally confronted with the traitor that stole his identity, besmirched his reputation and generally made the groups life a living hell for 2 years I am psyched to be the one to confront him in one to one combat. I draw my power sword and charge him, having spent a ton of my exp getting elite upgrades for just this moment. Needless to say, I fail. Attack after attack miss, bounces off his artificer armour or is dodged by this cur who's head really needs to be separated from his shoulders.
Our GM has designed the fight flawlessly, everyone else is challenged just enough for it to feel epic when they finally win their individual mini-fights, me I just keep almost not surviving. So down to 2 wounds, my armour hacked to bits the GM has done everything he can to slow the others down a little so that I can get my moment in the sun as well the other four arrive in the hall where we are fighting. Now mind you, they hate this guy, everyone wants a piece of him. New initiative is rolled the AM charges with his jump pack, the librarian is powering up for an unfettered strike of doom and our devastator has a las cannon aimed at him, it's not or never. Traitor finally strikes my character down after another round of bad luck when the Apothecary wins the initiative, rolls a 01 on his attack and then does the open ended 10 bolt pistol death by headshot killing him off in the most nonchalant version imaginable (he also had a moment earlier where he saved the world from a left over virus bomb that had been sitting there for 10000 years).
It was a LOT of fun, but I'm gonna make a new character, he's cursed.