I'm still trapped under this obliterator.
Rolled 20 + 2 (1d20 + 2)
Replies to ye old last thread
>In a fit of desperation, Alice gently twats her comrade in arms over the head with the back of her hand and starts pulling her forward.
LIX! We're bugging out, NOW!
>Alice brings her Pulse Carbine to hand and haphazardly fires a Photon Grenade over her shoulder.
Not quite sure if you'd need to even roll for a Photon Grenade to be effective in such a narrow space, but included it anyway.
>Tarax in front
>his chest plate and vambraces blasted off
>flash burns all over his skin
>takes a knee, snarling incoherently
am unfamiliar with photon grenades...
"Belk.. who is Belk?"
"He's yer boss naow, too, so be good and I can see mah kids again, and yer skull don't need to go boom."
>"Are you going to let him do this to you? To Verasii? You don't have to swear yourself to me - one death is all I need. One death of a particularly noxious fool."
"Look, I don't know who this Belk is. We're the Fucking Inquisition. We can help you."
>"Aww. Too bad you can't."
"Ye e'er done heard of Commoragh? That's where he's from."
>"This is delicious, please give me more."
Rolled 20 (1d20)
>shakes off the flash
>was not too close
DID YOU THINK I WOULD FORGIVE OR FORGET?! DID YOU THINK I WOULD BE VANQUISHED SO EASILY BY THE LIKES OF YOU?!
>fires his net gun at the two of them close toether
>is basically the net gun from Predator, it tightens around and immobilizes target
>As the difference between warp and reality within the circle completely fades, all of that energy is concentrated on a wall, slowly forming into a gate
rolling to see how well it goes: Under 60: More power needed, 61-90: Gate forms but the amount of power is easily noticed and 91+: Hard to notice due to extreme control of outflow of warp energy
"If they have your children, they're as good as dead. You know that. All you do now is help us do now is crucify that Xeno fuck."
>"He's not listening Gree-lee. Shit or get off the pot."
Greely looks the techpriest dead in the eyes, and copies the words of the dark voice.
"Shit or get off the pot, I don't have time for this nonsense."
"Alright..yer right. Ah caint do it. Damn mah loyalties. Lemme get hol'of this here scalpel, an I'll cut it aout."
>"You win this time, Gree-lee. Congratulations."
>the sullen techpriest cuts open some stitches on Greely's head, removes the device, stiches him back up, and collapses, sobbing.
just took an Idea I had and put two and two together.
>Due to the limited distance from the detonation, Alice is somewhat affected by the sound
WHAT? You did w-.....
......rlly man....With that much of an enclosed space whole squad should be fubar.
>Alice is pulled to the ground kicking, but not screaming
THE DECISION TIME IS UPON ME.......
>Alice Wellesley is confused
>Praetoria Town Theme.mp4
should have been all you can do now is help us crucify that xeno fuck
>Meanwhile, on Gospyria
"So, my retinue is of ready. Let us go see this shard."
You hear the sound of a stormtalon approaching outside
Yeah now that I think about it, they all got blinded, but we'll say he fired the net just before it went off.
>shaking off the blindness
>helm got the worst of it
>puts his bayonet to LIX
I think you shall not escape again... slave.
>the gate begins to form, but the amount of outflowing warp energies is immense and even a non-psyker could detect something is wrong if they got close
>Alice starts to writhe within the netting, before raising both hands to graps her forehead, perhaps even drawing more attention to herself, if unintentionally.
'Heretic Snipers' killed the Stormies that were trying to kill him comrade. Bingo Bango Bongo Bish Bash Bosh.
>only smiles malevolently
>looks at Alice
Ah, I knew that you would form an attachment... how weak, how pitiful, how precious...
>slowly cuts Alice's cheek with point of bayonet
>the rest of the squad is still recovering
>Tarax is bellowing in rage
>Zymos tears off his helm to see Rogan performing a ritual
>this must be stopped
Ork snipers happened
I would but that would require a coma and being sexually abused
Yeah well, any other unit I'd believe that but a squad of stormies...
Hints and nudges understood. But on the other hand, now I can play a stormie full time... And deal with regret issues
> Descends the rope ladder to see what they were gathered around. A surviving Cultist tries to crawl away, but is grabbed by the giant warrior
"We can do this easy, or hard, traitor. What were your friends interested in?"
>The traitor points weakly to the cave. In a fluid motion, the salamander snaps his neck. He charges into the cave, flaming thunder hammer at the ready.
>as the gate forms, foul smelling water starts to pour through it, as two points in reality become one
is happening in ruins of a house at the very edge of town. Sensing is one thing, seeing another.
>tears off her mask
You are my possession, and now, so is she. And nothing will ever change that, not even my death...
>goes to take away the phase blade
here's a chance...
Rolled 13 (1d20)
>Tarax tears off his helm, mostly recovered
>still very deaf
>suddenly knocked down
>leaps back up, hazard striped chainsword roaring
Ah! Ok, thanks.
Rolled 9, 11 = 20 (2d20)
>Take away the phase blade
>You'd have to either tear off her arm for that or take the slow process to dismount it from the polymorphic system.
>She's slowly rising the aim of her neural shredder.
piece of sadistic...
>She can still move her shoulder... even if just a bit...
poor excuse for a man!
>Shoots the shredder, lunges the cut upwards as far a she can.
First roll shredder, second roll blade. Second roll also has a -5 because arm is... well it's fucked yo.
Rolled 13 (1d20)
I'mma fuk u m9.
>Alice, apparently done with her fit of madness, sizes up Amalek's armour before locking eyes on a specific point.
>In an even greater fit of madness, she pulls her Bayonet from it's scabbard and thrusts it at the Traitor marine's elbow joint, politely waiting for >>44714528 to be done of course.
If you're looking for Stormies, Vympel Stormie, Praetorian Stormie, erm....fuck, if you're looking for just Guardsmen then why not a Mordian? Mordians and Praetorians supposedly go at each other like Vostroyans and Valhallans supposedly do.
Rolled 17, 6, 6 = 29 (3d20)
>it cannot be detached
>shredder pingles on armor
>notices the Terminator in the cavern
>draws net tighter
Heh heh heh heh... make it happen Capn
>bayonet pierces, but barely pricks his flesh
>Havask's pauldron is knocked away, arm broken
>tries to bring his autocannon to bear and fire at minus 5 to each roll
>reality doesn't like this
>gate starts collapsing
unless 70+ within three rolls, gate collapses entirely (warp energy is still there though, so just reforming it is needed)
Rolled 10 (1d20)
>the blow is glancing, but enough to crack his chest plate and really knock him down
>autocannon is empty, so draws a Gladius with good arm
>tries a slash at minus 2
Rolled 4 (1d20)
>The shot connects, far more effective than any of Havask's efforts. He slams his foot down on the Prone traitor's weapon arm, drops the hammer, and draws his Nocturne-Pattern Storm Bolter.
Your blow deflects off the armor impotently
rollan for pin on sword arm
>Alice looks to LIX and starts whispering.
"Lass, I need you to do something for me, no matter what, you need to be -quiet-. Can you do that?"
>Alice gently graps LIX's arm and 'quietly' sets to work on the net.
Mecha, you better not screw this up, because if you do, we'll get out....but then we'll be compromised immediately.
Armageddon? Elysian? Fucking Drookian Fen Guard? What about a Bushman?
Rolled 37 + 10 (1d100 + 10)
>Before being able to answer her disabled arm is already held and being moved by Alice.
Rolling to resist pain+10 because used to this kind of shit in training
>The Adept is taking notes on her dataslate
>The Techpriest is alternatively repulsed and fascinated by the whole thing
>The Psykana scholar is freaked out
>Verasii is minding them like children on a field trip
I'm just catching up on what I missed but I got a platoon of men bearing down on Alice's position. If you want to be in one of the other valks. Jackson can't look at Anna though, too sad
Rolled 79 (1d100)
>Alice has most of her attention focused on the net, but does show anguish when she glances at LIX.
"Sorry lass...almost there....almost...there!"
>Alice crawls out of the shredded netting and pulls LIX with her by the Assassin's good arm.
>pulls LIX up onto her shoulders and starts running down one of the further tunnels.
Take it easy, I've got it....for now.
Rolling for speed. I bloody swear...
Rolled 9 (1d20)
>Raises his Storm Bolter to the warlord and gives him both barrels
"RELEASE THEM AND FIGHT ME!"
>Greely looks at the Techpriest, sadly.
Wow. This Belk sounds like a fucking animal. If I were in your position, I might have folded-
>The Throne agent hears the thunder.
"Wait, what the fuck was that? Come with me."
The Psykana scholar lowers her hand. "How do you deal with how this place feels? How can the rest of you be so calm?" She looks at her companions. "It's so cold!"
>sees the crash from the valk
Smith. Get a team over there then head to the cave
>the valk set down near the entrance to the cave system
Otto, get a dual post set up. Watching out and into the cave.
Smith, get me the life signs scanner
Rolled 18, 10, 16, 2 = 46 (4d20)
>the foot slips off
>Havask slashes at gaps
>Zymos moves up and fires melta
>hears, whirls about
YOU TRULY THINK TO ESCAPE?!
>fires bolter at LIX's legs
>dice are rolled in order for each
>In an explosion, presumably that of a krak grenade, the valkyrie's hatch is forced open, and out steps a man who's face is covered with a deathmask, and a sturd helmet.
>He is carrying a standard M36 Pattern lasgun, and heavy flak armor, his uniform, a dark shade of blue, with purity seals attached to it, make it appear that this is indeed one of the emperor's servants.
>Smith's valk pulls up next to the wreck and yells for him to jump
>20 heavily armed men and Jackson move into the cave.
Weapons at the ready. Let's hurry they can't be far.
>The first bolt hits her in the side and as expected from a Bolt weapon, makes quite a mess as she is thrown to the ground.
>Thankfully the second one misses and embeds it's self in a cave wall.
>The soldier jumps in the Valkyrie, gesturing the mark of the aquila for Smith
>He stays silent for this entire time.
>His face when combat action right away
Rolled 4, 8 = 12 (2d20)
>breaches a space just above the neck gorget
>blood wells out
>fires again, pursuing
>nothing else matters now
>first die for Tarax, second for Amalek
Rolled 49 + 15 (1d100 + 15)
>begins to get frustrated and starts using actual sorcery to assist the ritual
Open, swamp... Damned... Portal!
darn. I just keep goofing up with quotes and spoilers...
Rolled 3 (1d20)
"I thought she'd saying something like that. The Necrons are Xenos, and as such, don't have the Emperor to look over them. So rather than turn to Chaos, they took different path. They tried of make their own Gods. Not bad idea, but lacked know-how of warp and results were not so good. That is part of one of those beings. Basically, Right?" Verasii asks.
>The melta shot hits a cave wall, But Havask sinks his blade into the ankle of the Termie, earning a flow of scarlet and a howl of pain that is doubled as the warlord's shot also connects home. He lets out an inarticulate roar and fires the storm bolter at the warlord again(rollan 4 it, -3 penalty from dogpiling)
>The throne agent and the techpriest arrive on the scene doubletime due to their augmented legs
>Smith looks him over
An arbite eh? Nice to meet you I'm sarg. Smith serving under inq- lieutenant Jackson. We're headed to his position now. You can help our there... ever fight in a cave?
Sort of. We didn't create them, we simply made them shells of living metal that allowed them to take a physical form. In return, they stole our souls and turned us into these metal horrors. Long story short, we fought and beat the Eldar, and then we shattered the c'tan.
Fuck... A-Alice... you saved me again
>Hasn't even noticed Alice got hit.
We need... we need to keep moving...
>Is slowly walking up to the mess the bolt shell made.
>one of the men falls with a thud. It probably wouldn't have been noticed.
ZACHARIAH, YOU DONE FUCKED UP NOW!!!!
>That was definitely heard
GET TO COVER RUN!!!!
>The unit scatters and takes cover wherever it can.
not that one
>Havask's ancient armor begins to stiffen and freeze up, though he tries his hardest to stab again
>Zymos, seeing that another melta blast may collapse the cave, draws his own Gladius and waits for the Terminator to come to him
>continues, ignoring the risks
>they see Rogan waving his arms, in middle of multiple arcane symbols, as one wall melts and unleashes torrents of foul-smelling water mixed with mud
called it! Also, ma nigga
>The Janissary glares at Smith.
>He nods at his question, then resumes with the glaring.
>mfw Smith is a moron/hasn't seen a janissary ever before
Get down ye fool, I can still fight, it-it, ain't so bad lass.
>Alice is once again looking rather pale, much like the last time
W-wait for backup to kill h-him...t-then get me...away from eve-everyone...
Indeed, thank the Emps I've got a backup plan.
Rolled 15 (1d20)
>continues pursuing them
>missed shot tears a big hole in his skin cloak
>fires again, still aiming for their legs
>is too sadistic and psychopathic to try and kill them outright
I hope yall can kill him before he turns himself into an Obliterator too...
>She fucking got hit for you again
>You colossal idiot she's suffered your punishment again.
>It's all your fucking fault.
>Another point in your wall of errors
>You stupid idiot.
>LIX quickly runs to Alice.
Shit! No! Shit! You're hit.
We need you to keep moving we need you to see a medic...
I'm not ready to loose you...
ROGAN! GET AWAY FROM THE-
Sorcerery? I know I'm a Radical and all, but seriously, Rogan?! SORCERERY?!?
The Adept pipes up. "The Eldar tell it differently. They say that you got dogpiled by the Orks and couldn't handle their Wraithbone."
Verasii shoots him a dirty look, and he stops snickering.
Don Chango stows his Bolter, picks up the Thunder hammer, and advances slowly.
Rolled 67, 56, 16, 2, 71 = 212 (5d100)
smith is an idiot. He was a rocket trooper but he missed 4 shots in a row so he was moved to Sargent to make him feel better
your backup plan or mine?
>The guardsmen start shooting at the IW with extreme prejudice
Rolled 10 (1d20)
>The shot misses Alice's leg.....but detonates centimeters from her knee, which is almost as bad, with all the shards of rock and shrapnel.
>Alice nevertheless ignores the injuries in favour of firing again.
>If you're already dead....then might as well go out fighting....
Heh...heh...I'm b-bleeding out, so if t-the last thing that I do....is to bring you d-down....I'll bl-bleed out for you.....
I am having one, although really it is main plan but still.
Rolled 25 (1d100)
>pushes forward, tempted to use her powers but knowing that they could cause all manners of things. Mostly not good things.
Your debt is only to this regiment, old man.
>draws her plasma pistol, hoping the ancient relic does not fail her, and shots
>knife gets caught in the big, filthy beast pelt atop his cloak
>Zymos glares at the Salamander
Let us settle accounts, youngster!
>the bolt still nicks her leg
Rolled 12 + 30 (1d100 + 30)
Just what I need... 'ta protect me tribe... From 'em night blighters...
Me debt is to Ol' Lady... There be no favor... Without cost...
Rolled 4 (1d20)
Inmediately falls to the ground right behind Alice.
>Don't let her fall into his grasp.
>Anyone's but his.
>Aims neural shredder towards the pursuing Iron Warrior.
>I'll fucking kill him before he reaches her.
Rolled 19 (1d20)
Forgot Muh roll
Verasii comments. "They do not like to talk of it, of course, but is claimed by craftworld ones they, like the exodites, missed the fun, figured out what was happening, and fled."
Rolled 70 (1d100)
Goddamn, no, I am NOT letting you do this. I still need to right things with Jackson, and to kick too many people's assess! I did not even get to kill Greely!
>her eyes become completely blue as she uses her precognition to guide her hand shooting the plasma pistol
weird phenomena on a low roll
Rolled 7, 16 = 23 (2d20)
>is stabbed in the armpit
>blood flows freely
>bashes Eta with his elbow
>ignores him, focused on his prey
>stabs at LIX with his bayonet
>first roll for elbow bash, second for bayonet
Rolled 14, 11 = 25 (2d20)
Oooooooh bugger off you useless tosser, can't do one bloody thing right......wanker.
>Despite, or perhaps because of her crippled state, Alice still believes that she'd be able to hit Amalek and fires another few shots at the monstrosity.
M9, that 20 from a Hyperphase should made made Amalek kill.
>Screams in pain.
Be... be fucking done with it already...
Just... let her go... she's got nothing to do with this... you've got me, after all these bloody years you've got the face you so happily marked in pain at your feet.
Rolled 7 (1d20)
>half heartedly dodges
>practically let himself be hit
The Salamanders always were more honorable than most... I'm tired, and too old, boy. Being killed by you would be well with me, but I shan't make it too easy...
God damnit, how is a mute going to command any- Oooh gestures!
>The janissary, seeing as the Valkyrie was moving too slow, went over to the cockpit, pointed his lasgun at the pilot, and pointed at the throttle and where he wanted to land, which was the cave where all the action seemed to be.
Rolled 3 (1d20)
well shit, I was under the impression it was just a dagger, ok!
>Amalek falls to his knees, suddenly feeling the effect of the phase blade
Ill... not... give up now!
>Lunges to strangle LIX
Rolled 7 (1d20)
"Am confused. What are you meaning?"
seriously, it feels like I missed something here. Clearly he's pissed at the wiseassed adept
>Don Chango takes another swing, sideways
You never do.
>Greely watches, speechless. The techpriest is nervous as hell.
Rolled 2 (1d20)
I swear if Alice can't even beat a three than a Tau is better in melee than her.
>Giving into blood loss induced whimsy, Alice pushes herself to an unsteady crouch....
>And tries to smack Amalek on the head with her Pulse Carbine. much like a Tau, but hopefully better.
Maximum dodge....err...as maximum as you can be that is.
Rolled 75, 16 = 91 (2d100)
Great shot Zachariah, I still don't know how you managed to fuck up the killing part.
>Jackson and Swares start firing on the warsmith with hellguns.
>gets hit again
>steps through and slumps to the swampy ground that waits on the other side
It don't matter... I be a dead man... This way, me soul won't go to 'em boogeymen... I hoped 'ta help, but yer youngsters don't need ol' fool like me. Heh. All me could tell yer be useless...
>falls over, dead, as the gate starts to close. In the distance, through the rapidly closing gate, a wrecked imperial vessel can be seen, and from it, walks an old woman. As the gate is almost closed closes, she starts to drag Rogan with her back to the ship
They say nothing of the others. They created them, too?
>Don Chango swings wide and misses
"You shoot him twice, and now you want me to save him? What the FUCK is wrong with you, Anna?"
Wait. Just what the hell do you think you're doing, old woman?
>Alice drops the Carbine and starts chuckling uncontrollably.
There is no face for when a Guardsmen loses in Melee to a Tau. I have failed. Must commit Crossword Puzzle.
A Ship coming to take him to space Valhalla?(Not the planet)
Wait, recton that I didn't say I was firing it. You can later try and slash her, I'll even let you repeat the roll if you want to.
>The shredder is directly aimed at his head.
>His forehead is literally touching it.
>She hasn't fired.
>She really looks like if she was going to fire it but she isn't.
>Rakes across his chest, damaging the armor. Blood comes out in a thin bead.
>He bashes you with the storm shield, trying to knock you off balance
>The throne agent looks at her quizzically.
"What are you?"
What was he trying to summon? The Water is throwing me off, makes me think Cthulhu40k Edition or something similar.
>temporarily lucid, Alice looks to be considering placing a hand to her side, before shakily snatching up her Carbine again.
An old woman. They call me by many names. Ol' Lady, Dusk Hag, Swamp Witch. Only ones who know my real name are the Saynay. And they are so proud of that, I would feel bad to share it.
... take me then. I wanna see this stuff with my eyes, let him live and take me.
The Say Nay?
So they uh, won't tell it?
Anyway I am so sorry for what I have done, I... feel bad about killing Rogan, I thought you had something in mind and, well. If is there anything I can do is this.
Rolled 13 (1d20)
>grins through his pain...
All flesh is of use... your own damned hypocritical Imperium does the very same... but... for some of us... it was amusing.
But I care not about that... you are too weak in the mind to deserve survival... you don't have what it takes... and your death... amuses me...
>stabs down with finality
Rolled 5 (1d20)
>shakily attempts to shoot the blade with her Carbine, perhaps to knock it away.
All my other rolls have been crap, time to relive that once more.
You're being a fool again, Anna. You opened Fire when we could have stopped him without killing him. I was going to grab him, but you started shooting.
And you can protect them, how, exactly?
Verasii simply adds. "I see."
No. What is paid is paid. I never give back gifts, I never take back mine. Saynay... They are not his tribe. Cannibals. Known across the sector, feared. Used to make children behave.
40Cthulhu is on different planet. Same sector though.
>the weapon explodes in his face
>he slumps on the blade
>staring at her
>remaining eye shining with hate and malice in his twisted features
>On the floor.
>Her eyes are directly looking at his.
>She'll probably die if she doesn't get medical attention too.
>She's looking at him but her face has no expression, it seems uncentered, as if looking somewhere off the distance.
Second bit was supposed to say "Go on, I'm intrigued".
>Alice gestures to LIX with a couple tired waves of the Carbine.
J-Jackson...best...best s-see to the T2...be...before the T3, it's your 'job.
T1 being Minor, T2 being Severe, T3 being Critical and T4 being kill.
>The valkyrie lands with Jackson's men now under Janissary command
>The janissary steps out with Jackson's men in tow, they are his personal retinue now, not Jackson's, it's easily indicated by the bruises on their faces.
>The janissary points the men to form a perimeter, and signs for the valkyrie to fuck off somewhere
Two things. Dusk is not in the realspace. Not truly. Upon nightfall, Daemons rule the forest. They do not approach places I protect. I also protect them from the long night. They will go insane, but they will not fall like your Gibbers did on Mara.
Isha? Ha! The Eldar god? Oh, so young... No, I am not her. But speaking of eldar... Next you meet them, tell them I miss them. It was rude of them to just come, colonize, put up those noisy beacons and leave, but I can forgive them. I'm not too sure about the Watcher in The Deep, though...
>kneels next to Delta.
Mutiple stab wounds... great.
>starts pulling out medical supplies and wrappingup any wounds.
>injects something in her arm.
For the pain.
>looks at Alice
Swares tend to her.
Zachariah get the stretchers ready
>They both start doing their jobs immediately.
I did fuck up pretty bad then, uh...
Seriously though. I, well this is the time I really feel like I should "go and stay go" unless anyone has to say anything about it
You're both catagory 1 immediate treatment required.
Put some of this on the bolter wound it'll seal it.
>hands a tube to Swares
>gently slaps deltas face.
Look at me delta. Stay with me.
I'm...I'm fine, Emperor damnit, just need a p-painkiller a-and a sleep....be....good i-in a couple of days.
>Alice waves off, or rather, attempts to wave off, most of the attention, save for that painkiller of course.
You should not go and stay go. You should stay and stay stay.
Also, welcome to the club, feels like arse but what can we do?
you cannot leave. I need someone to balance Jackson out. If not he'll go insane and poison the water supply.
Killing characters is expected plus he wanted to die... I think
>a low sigh can be heard
>faint red trails of blood flow from Amalek's corpse
>they run into his bolter and seep into it
>it calls to anyone willing to take up so formidable a weapon...
>a spectral from of his maniacal face flashes before Delta LIX, and vanishes
I make my characters to live, be intruiqing and die. Although I most often fail at the be intriguing part, I'm prepared for their death. It was meant to be, sooner or later. Plus, if id have been upset about it, I would have went full kid mode "noo he had super shield"
You are missing half an abdomen. You will be treated
In the cave there's a fight happening between IW and a salamander. Help him out
>four other troopers file into the room with stretchers.
I was thinking more in character but thanks for the info, still Finnish
>The janissary gestures for his retinue of "fuckfaced little shits" as he would say, if he spoke, to enter the cave, acting as meatshields for him to follow, and they did exactly as he gestured for them to do, lest they get another beating.
God damn my innocent question was derailed into a "where everybody from" question... Oh well, can't complain. How's the weather?
Stop whining, girl. If you failed, so what? You can get stronger, smarter, and braver. If you really miss him or want to meet me for any reason, come visit. At least your soul isn't as faint as this fool's.
If that's all you want to know... Remember to tell the eldar.
Millä niistä? :^|
I fail to see why I'm even here, the Bolt didn't even destroy anything important!
Hey LIX, we sure shoved that tosser's head hole in, eh?
If we're lucky, we might get sweet bugger all from our bosses.
Then again...there was that one weapon I had my eyes on....
I really don't need to tell you, you'll know.
>The Heldrake lands at the fortress of ice, where is propperly chained and caged before Virmanthras lets the beast's will finally be free.
At last I can rest...
>The ghost's... density seems to be fading, becoming quite transparent.
That beast took much more than I can actually give
>As soon as the door closes and the valk starts to spin up he drops into a serious tone.
Alice, how long have you known about that?
>points to the already closing wound
>The Janissary's retinue advances into the cave
>With the Janissary in tow, keeping the men in his iron grip
>Well the grip is more made of adamantine or something very very very hard.
>Yet they push on, to find action. Or someone else than the "Fucking morons" he commands
So? I'll be fine! You complain too much. Just make sure LIX is alright.
>Alice looks down at the wound with a look of curiosity and confusion.
LIX wants to say something, best give her a Stimm.
True to the stereotype, Scottish weather is currently fucking miserable. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
I'm fine child. I just need... to retire deeper into the artifact...
Uncover more secrets...
>Is sounding progressively tired.
I'm literally... made of warp energy... right now... that Heldrake took most of it... I just need to "recharge"...
It is fine. You have earned it... Virmanthras.
The Iron Warriors... their pride took them. Maybe we would... face the same end? We need to change out plans and go away from here...
>starts looking around in his kit
On pantoria. When your tank was hit. You took a spear of metal through your left lung. It was a 4mm hole in the front and back of your armor. It should have ripped up your lung and severed some arteries near the heart but your flesh was perfectly fine.
>pulls out a stim
Why was that?
Their pride... was their doom... there's a lesson in this, child.
They were out for revenge on a broken pride... now they're no more.
I saw... I saw things whilst controlling the beast there are inquisitorial agents in this planet. Right here, right now.
They'll be coming... they always come in the end... we need to be ready... I can rest once the troops are ready...
I... need to make sure they're at least able to hold the line long enough to have a escape route avaliable...
>The Janissary and his forcefully claimed retinue runs into the wounded interrogator and the "medic"
>He looks around from behind the men who are desperately begging for the "medic" to take them back under his command, disturbing his work
>looks at the statues, takes a picture.
I have a feeling we'll be needing these someday, but part of me says leave them here.
I'm going to go look through Rogan's effects, see if I can't uncover any more clues about this whole thing.
You going to be OK, Anna?
Fine. By the way, did you hear Doc Chango is here? You might want to talk to him about this.
>Greely goes to examine Rogan's Personal effects, looking for any clues as to the nature of this phenomena
>Stops floating around supervising almost fucking everything he sees.
You're right... yes... there's no time...
You're growing wise, child, there's not much left to teach you, it's starting to become hard for me to keep calling you apprentice. You're almost ready to lead both the powers of the immaterium and the men at your feet all by yourself.
You did. We found you stumbling out of a bush. The wound was small almost unnoticeable to the untrained eye. So I ask again. How long have you known about this? From the way you're acting you expected it to regenerate.
>injects the stim in Delta
I promise that it does not leave this valk.
>his armor locks up like Havask's
>the blow lands hard
From Iron Cometh Strength
From Strength C-cometh Will
From Will... Cometh Faith
From... Faith... Cometh Honor
F-from... Honor... Cometh... Iron...
Praise the Emperor... I am redeemed...
You better go in your box, Virmanthras.
You are making no sense. I will be here with our guests...
>lightly hits one of the two men hanging from the ceiling with the staff
One of them may actually be an inquisitor, isn't it wonderful? As soon as you are ready we will make the last arrangements...
but does greely find anything in Rogan's things that would explain it to him?
I mispoke. Don Chango, the old Terminator from the Salamanders that used to be attached to Verasii.
But what's this about Jackson? He says he has a way to figure out if someone is or isn't tainted.
>Alice raises a hand to tap the side of her head.
....I honesty don't know. Just had a...'feeling' since I got stuck in that cave. D-don't know what to make of it.
>Alice pushes herself off of the stretcher and stumbles to a jumpseat.
What gun? The one that Warsmith was using?
He says so? Well, uh, the fact is... well, Jackson you see...
He, uh, he is totally better than you, yeah, even rescued me when I feel from the Heldrake I was surfing on. I totally did it, yes, and even got some bits of Heldrake so now wherever the flier goes, I can track it. And it means...
I can find Amelia's lair.
I'll fill you in before I leave, though... He was sentenced to death for heretical belief in a false god, "Ol' Lady" AKA Dusk Hag, believed to be either a daemonic entity, folklore (even in Inquisition this is the most common explanation) or a witch. Village was found by Imperial authorities just before his sentence, so no earlier records. To find more of Dusk Hag, you'd need a good archive due to it being mostly handled in folklore and legends
>you must not let him destroy me
>he is radical, is he not?
>with me he can cut down his foes like no other weapon will
>I would serve you well too...
>do you have what it takes to wield a truly mighty weapon...?
S-sleep well, old madman.
Now my guests. Things did not go as planned for me... so they will go even worse for you. Now we will play a little game...
>smiles as a chaos spawn crawls into the room and stops below the men's feet
Care to hear the rules?
>Still looking around in the caves
>Considers executing one man as disciplinary action and to attract some noise, since he hears many noises but can't figure out where they come from.
Praying to the god emprah that he was back fighting chaos scum with his brethren and dying with them instead of being here, with nothing to kill
>Notices him reaching for the gun.
>Feels tempted to slowly reach for hers.
>Only that it has no fucking ammo.
>"Right... shit I'm fucked, I can't still move my arm, so no blade..."
>Looks at Alice, rather worried.
And do pray tell what these are. I'm actually rather....curious...
Is someone dicking a Daemon or something? How have't people realized that this IS A STUPID IDEA yet?
>with me in your hands, there is nothing you could not do...
>you could take off the icons, repaint the case, and reconsecrate this mighty weapon to a holy purpose...
The Techpriest who did my augmentations also planted a Cortex Bomb in my head.
Apparently Belk kidnapped his kids and took them to Commoragh, and was trying to get him to flip me to sabotage her. He removed it, though, I was able to talk him down. He's a Dark Eldar of some sort, with a grudge against our inquisitor.
I'm telling you because you need to know, being part of Verasii's retinue. We have a more subtle enemy to worry about.
So what were you saying about how you came to work for her?
>Keeps on moving inside the caves...
>for what seems like an eternity
>decides to backtrack and fuck right off
>Because there's nothing here
>So the janissary and his forcibly gained retinue move back towards the cave's entrance, to wait there.
Going to sleep, bye for the night
What? Zachariah was supposed to destroy you. Did he miss that shot too?
You're either possessed... or something a lot better...
>talking low to himself but everyone can still hear
No it can't be that's only in stories, but those sisters had one. But it can't be her she tried to gas me...
Oh yeah I'm supposed to be mad at you.
But for some reason I'll forgive you. We can do a lot more working together then at each others throats.
>Every whisper from the bolter gets to LIX as incomprehensible barble.
>It's giving her a headache.
Jackson, am... am I allowed to get on my feet? I need to know if this wound is blocking me from standing up...
... no you know what, I changed my mind. Yeah, that's it, one moment I kill a man and the other I am weeping on his grave, who know what goes on in my head, right? Right? Drop it.
Many many things you should not know about. State secrets and all.
One thing I can mention - Half of Inquisition thinks I am heretic because of it, other half thinks I should be made Lord Inquisitor for exact same reason.
wtf happened to the part that says "our agreement" before half of inquisition?
>Greely goes to collect the figures.
"You ever feel the need to tell me, go ahead."
>Alice closes her eyes and inclines her head.
Begone Warp Spawn, history shall repeat and you shall find no hold here....
Mhm.....sounds....fair enough, hopefully we get deployed to a 'peaceful' planet next, actually want to investigate 'something'
No no no no, with wounds like yours you'll be confined to a bed for the rest of the day at least. You'll also be confined to ship...or at the very least a Thunderhawk for up to a week while we get your arm working.
I'm confining both of you to your rooms in the medical wing for tomorrow. For recovery and for a cover up.
Delta you'll be able to walk with a crutch.
>hands her a collapsible crutch.
And Alice... look wounded at least. I already explained enough weird shot to my medical team. Both of your rooms will be in G-hall
>there's only one empty room in G-hall
Someday you may need to give an accounting of yourself. As you know, there are other lords awakening throughout the galaxy, most of whom we have had far less agreeable relations with. I am swamped with requests for advice, often from people I thought would never want anything to do with me.
>Playful, joking tone
You care too much, so much that you even forgot to punish me for the other day's Omicron disguise.
>She seems to realize something this very instant.
>She reaches for her face, noticing the lack of a mask (Amalek removed it from her)
>Quickly puts Omicron's helmet she's been carrying around whilst polymorphing the slave mark out.
How many people've seen it?
>is that so...
>remember that even your strongest weapons had much difficulty against the daemons of Slaanesh...
>at my very presence they would recoil
>when I roar, they will disintegrate
>when my bolts tear them asunder, they will exist no more...
>nor will any who assail you, so long as i an in your arms...
Rolled 86 + 50 (1d100 + 50)
I'm saving those. Also are they healing things or poison things
>pulls it out of Eta's hands and throws it to the floor
I'm done with your shit
>grabs melt gun from the valk.
See you never Warsmith fuckface
>empties the entire clip into the bolter
+50 for point blank stationery target
>Alice slides back into the stretcher and pulls the cover over herself.
Wait a minute, unless somebody died there's only on-
>Alice's lips curve into a smile as comprehension dawns.
Your a witty cunt mate I'll give you that....
And not many LIX, I assume they were all gawking at the Salamander or the fact that a lot of me was missing.
>Returns her head to a suitable 'pious' position.
"Ah, but much like who I suspect you are, they fell with naught but basic weapons and the Emperor's Will. As it was, as it is and as it will be.
You did. I explained I couldn't get another Ambassador Form on short notice, and you said he would be of disguise. Not that it would be any use with certain people...
What no 'hi Jackson you look great covered in dust and warsmith blood while firing a weapon of pure death at a piece of heretical equipment.'
>actually notices who he's talking to.
Some medical staff run over to Alice looking horrified at the amount of blood/flesh she's lost then they look at the small clipboard next to her look very confused and carry her to the room in G-hall
>the weapon glows white hot
>the wisps of vapor float upwards
>some of them enter the multi-melta's vents
>the slag hisses sharply
>Well done, Inquisitor...
Also I need to tell the techpriests repairing my other suit that I have to add an extra.
>She takes off Omicron's mask.
I want to honor him, I want them to add part of this helmet to the mix, to the mask if needed. I want to carry his pressence and the fear it brings to whichever battle I go...
But enough lamenting for today, we have to check those room on the medbay, don't we?
>Is already extending the crutch to be able to walk.
Listen, retard. I am thoroughly disappointed. But since I did something stupid while you were gone, my brain was free to think in that time.
Look, it is is very simple. When we get away from here, you smash that thing to bits. To bits, do you hear me?
I have more advanced communication devices, surely you would accept a few as a token of good will
>only just now piecing together that the building he blew up was, in fact, home to Verasii's agents.
You don't have to. But trooper #id10t over there had to because she was 'heavily wounded'
Leave the suit outside your door and I'll have Magos Octavian work on it.
>looks her in the eyes
If I walk away from here I promise.
I am sick of radicals. Chaos against chaos, xenos against xenos. When you become the thing you are trying to kill well I kinda figure you either chop your head off or become the next b-list villain. Look, isn't it what happened to the sister? More or less, maybe?
And yes I know I work for a radical, I ... have my reasons.
>Once herself and possibly LIX are in the room and the medtechs are gone, Alice stretches in her bed and eyes the cabinets dubiously.
Well this is going to be an interesting experience. Never got hurt this bad before....think they've got any booze? Would pass the time....
Thank you jackson. Heavily appreciated.
I'll be going with Alice now. I need to make sure that my "heavily wounded" interrogator will survive another day.
>she's smiling, probably to the "heavily wounded" implication.
>She has no fucking idea about how Alice's doing it but she's glad she's doing it.
I wouldn't say I'm a radical...
>flashback to infiltrating a chaos cult dressed as a bloodletter
Oh yeah. Third cabinet from the left. It'll help you 'unwind'
The things I do for these people.
L-Lewd indeed....what are you implying?
Damn right my will to 'unwind' wont get changed, we're all still alive!
That's cause for celebration, right?
... I have this feeling like I would have loved to be a telepath in this instant.
Anyway, the warp is NOT a game, every time I try to use my power I feel... every sort of slimy tentacle-y thing in there trying to crawl inside my ears to eat my brain... and I know it is just one step from hell. Now I am mostly relatively quasi sane, but... the point is, if you got no training it is not a question of IF, but WHEN. And near a sorcerer like the one we got around here this "when" is likely to become "soon". Do it for me, ok? I don't want to be the one to shot you in the back of the head...
... uh, I never thought I would have said this to anyone.
"Oh, and you haven't met Anna, have you? She says she didn't remember you."
>The Salamander begins laughing
"Greely, I have met her once or twice. She just forgot. Not everyone shares your gift for recall."
"Wouldn't exactly call it a gift. Because some things, I'd honestly rather forget."
>"Like the name of a certain fifth chaos god."
"Do not fret, we all have our own gifts that allow us to serve the Emperor and his people in our own ways, no matter how heavy the burden."
I literally killed a ghost from my past today... I'm more rather in a mood to forget the memories it did brin back than to celebrate.
>Begins filling two cups.
But both things involve drinking unhealthy enough quantities of alcohol so there's no real difference.
>heavily damaged in its firefight with the big Inquisition ship
>the XO has lost his mind entirely
IT'S FUCKING HOPELESS! RAM THEM! RAM THE IMPERIAL BASTARDS! AMALEK BE DAMNED TO THE WARP!!!
>the destroyer fires its engines and rams the lower section of the Black Ship at full speed
>there is a most fiery inferno and the ship keels to its side, air and all manner of men and debris spilling out into the orbit
Just tying up the loose ends...
Well you killed him and apparently I shouldn't be alive when I am. What's the deal with that?
>Alice grabs one of the cups and takes a few swigs.
Mhm, good stuff.
Well I got fail-safes built into it. Remember it was originally designed to stop that stuff from happening to you. I'm a lot smarter than I look... I do look smart right?
>pulls aside a medical trooper
Mark that as 3 heavily wounded
Well yeah, but he's dead and we aren't, need to celebrate that.
But enough about that, are -you- alright?
>Alice empties the rest of the cup and shuffle's over to LIX's bed.
Nah, it's just a shitty little Destroyer vs a BIG ship, at worst it tore a hole and vented a few non-essential compartments. Also btw, if the IW's are kill now, will Gary(The character) be back or....
I'll be I've bee worse than this, much much-
Who am I kidding?
No. I am not, physically I am fine and will be recovering soon but psyhically? Alice... I was scared of him doing... whathever to you.
I'm scared of having my past coming to hunt you so it can hurt me.
And it's brought back memories about a certain batch if civillians whose faces I'd rather enjoy forgetting, but I can't
GIVE THESE IMPERIAL DOGS ALL YOU'VE GOT! MAKE EM EARN IT! IN THE NAME OF PERTURABO AND THE DARK GODS!!!
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!!!
>Amalek's last hundred militia fight viciously to the bitter end against Vympel
>they inflict very heavy losses, though slaughtered to the last man
Most of Vympel was still on the ground, and the ship was damn big. It took nearly fatal damage, but isn't beyond repair.
Hey hey hey, he didn't hurt me did he? I'm fi-.....I'll be fi-....I'm not dead, right?
You don't need to be scared of anything.
>Alice sets her cup down and offers the understandably traumatized Assassin a hug, apparently those do wonders.
See? I kept you safe.
"Some things are still bugging me though, besides the incident with Rogan."
"Such as?" The Salamander asks.
"The whole Battlegroup Vympel thing. If they feel the need to purge a planet, wouldn't they use more than what they brought to bear? I didn't see a single Grey Knight the whole time."
"Well, I do not know much about them besides their reputation. They are probably busy with other things."
"Something doesn't fit, though."
"Killing all the people of a world should feel wrong, even when it is a necessary act. You know how insidious the ruinous powers are. Verasii and her intrigues are not even a shadow of that madness."
and i'm up to 3 captchas
*cough*she's lucky medical team arrived when it did*cough* Seeing how Noone is here
>Jackson heads down to the secret sub lab and enters a back room
>he looks at the rows of huge stasis tubes along the wall.
>there all of the same person
>looks at a console in the center of the room
The genetic sequence isn't perfect yet, damn. Maybe the next batch.
>quickly exits the room
>looks over the main table
>picks up a small device labeled Alice.
I'll install it during the checkup tomorrow. Then I must talk to delta.
It's either a Psyker Chip or a tracking device....hm.....I'm on to you....OOC that is.[\spoiler]
>After finding the desired uniform, Alice waits a few hours then buggers off for a shower to get rid of all the blood that shouldn't be there, then changes into her new acquisition.
It'll do I suppose, now I suppose I should put on a limp and go exploring.
or is it nether? Or both? Or a combination of background stuff? Who knows? Oh wait... I do. I meant to do this at the beginning of last thread but plans were moved so it will happen shortly.
This section of the plan is still mostly in the shadows.
This does not ease the suspicion, of course it wasn't intended to. Of course there is also the IC suspicion to worry about. The forgiveness is entirely too convenient, even if it -was- Vympel that decided to "RELEASE ZE GAS".
"Yeah, but you know, traitor marines. You'd think we'd get more assistance than a lone Terminator. Not to say it's not appreciated."
"Speaking of curious things, how is that techpriest of yours?"
"I need to go check on him."
>Greely moves doubletime to the techpriest's tent. He is sitting awkwardly in a chair, andhas a green-yellow crystaline shard jutting out of his neck.
"Greely.. he.. he still has them. My..children. Please, save them, somehow."
"you're the only one who knows anything about how we can find this asshole!"
"There is something ah did not install. It's exceedingly powerful, more than that stupid alien toy, and it can be attached t'your left arm. It's modular.. Notice the slots on the arm?"
"All this time you're talking is time I can get you to the Medbay!"
"The crate there says "Volkite Buster" on it." He indicates it weakly.
"Enough." Greely scoops up the techpriest and runs him to the medbay as fast as his augmented legs can carry him, which is pretty damn fast.
"Jackson! I got a wounded man here! Some sort of crystal in his neck!"
forgiving you was actually supposed to happen after I had brought the civilians back and half beat you up there was also going to be another hint about the chip there, but combat interrupted that so I just went for a short one in the valk. Forgiving you had nothing to do with the plan. I guess it makes it easier but not the much.
I'm sad that we ended early today. Now I'm bored at work.
Guess I'm going to need an autopsy.
>The salamander comes in as Greely says this, takes a look at the shard, and frowns.
I already recognize what killed him. That is an envenomed shard form a Dark Eldar weapon.
>starts looking at the crystal then goes to the back of the head.
>starts unscrewing a panel then starts poking around in his head.
Let's see where is it. What pattern are you? Found it.
>pulls out a small brass cylinder from the techpriests skull
What I'm about to do doesn't leave this room. It's technically tech heresy.
Greely sets him down
"There was something he wanted me to get from his tent, though. Some sort of Weapon called a Volkite, Said it was more impressive than the Gauss Flayer. You don't think that's what they were after?"
Possibly give me a second to access his cogtator
>walks over to a nearby console then starts plugging some wires into the cylinder.
Now what we're you thinking, buddy
>a bunch of files and images bombard the screen.
Seems like a few memories of his family and ah. Is this the weapon he was talking about.
>it's an image of the Volkite.
It seems most of his memories are stored here. They didn't degrade yet. Look through them if you want.
Eta. Your inards are showing.
Good I like you already
>The Volkite Buster is a modular forearm attachment that could be attached to the arm of a properly outfitted individual, developed during the Age of technology. It fits over the forearm,and can be deployed as a powerful holdout weapon without denying the user the use of his hand in other situations.
"Good. Now show me what he has on a Dark Eldar named Belk."
>A bunch of screaming and horror noises come out, and then a vidscreen pops up on the display. There is a smiling dark eldar standing there.
"Hello, My little naughty monkeighs. It would seem the techpriest failed in his assigned mission to turn the throne agent."
>He begins clapping his hands giddily
"That means it was ok that i did THIS!"
With a florish of his cape, the video pans out and reveals two children hanging from chains, their faces peeled off.
"See, I don't have any use for failures. Or monkeigh in general. Which is why it's so interesting to me that Nyzart tried to frame Verasii by blowing up a Kabal she had managed to forge ties with. See - "
>he pulls out a chip-thing
"I kept a backup copy!"
>The video cuts out to footage of last session's double frame up of Verasii and Nyzart.
"So he blew up something in your wicked city. Good for him. I don't think Verasii will give much of a fuck, even if they were supposedly hers."
>Belk reacts to this, answering >>44721701
"Don't you get it you stupid stupid simian?" Belk pouts. "The Game is afoot, and you-are-all-my-prey!" he declares happily. "And I! AM! GOD!" He begins barking loudly
>The video feed cuts out
>the cogitator begins to spark and shake. The Salamander grabs it and throws it out a window, where it explodes harmlessly."
"Well, that was certainly typical for his kind."
Pratice your dark eldar accent, we're going to stab this fuck in the face. I'll pull a few favors and get us a raiding skiff and a way inside. I am personally going to kill this man. Ooo, I have a plan already.
>slightly evil smile
As theraputic as that might be, we have other concerns right now. And do you know what a Haemonculus is? Because he won't die even if we kill him. Well, he'll die, he just won't stay dead.
This is what we'll do. We'll dress up in dark eldar armor and make Don Chango look like a huge flesh weapon or something, delta takes the shape of Belk, then we go into Commorragh I plant the distraction then we kill him save the kids and take that copy of the information.
Greely we have to do this
While I am always eager to inflict righteous punishment on the Dark Eldar, Greely is right. One time, three hundred of my battle brothers assaulted that maze-like city. All perished.
You need a sound plan of engagement, and I do not think any of us can mimic Eldar body language. Besides, this is likely what he wants.
I know. But I have an amazing plan and I want to do it next thread.
Also it gives me a way to pre-introduce the Eldar.
plus I really want to see orks charging through Commorragh. Oops I said too much
I think it's best we focus on what we already have on our plate rather than blindly charging every evil that presents itself to us, makes a theatric threat, and vanishes. I'm going to go check out that Volkite Buster now.
And Jackson, if you ever hope to be a proper inquisitor, you have to learn to control your gut impulses in the face of evil. Hatred is a weapon to be controlled, not a force that controls you.
And with that, I too depart for the land of sleeps. See you all next monday.