Right, seems some of our staff went missing during the last battle here, so if any of you lot know where they are, you'd best point us that way right quick.
>Curls into a ball in medbay.
>Is still asleep from the anesthesia from the operation.
>Looks like all wounds have been looked on and bandaged.
>The broken arm still seems like it will take a while to heal no matter how much the polymorphine quickens the process.
I might take some time to answer properly, I'm still cooking my lunch.
It is completely reciprocated, tin head. I swear, you must go to sleep some day. or whatever your kind calls sleep.
Knowing tem and what happened lately, they would be to the medibay. Tere witout even breaking a sweat, lo! Witness my divination powers.
Well, te assassin, at least. I bet say, ten trones te Interrogatorr is in front of a mirror trying to look inquisitorialish.
Still trying to understand how to better write this accent... maybe taking the H away would work.
>gives LIX a wave then returns to the task of pulling a Flak Jacket over her shoulders.
>slaps a fresh pack into her Carbine and fills her pouches.
Hey lass, welcome back to the land of the conscious. How was the nap?
They are sir? We weren't informed, which room were they placed in?
>Harper breaks off from his squad while they instead sprint into the building.
Ah yes, I see we're into the petty insults stage of the day then?
Unwanted. I wanted to stay awake during the treatment.
I had overheard a doctor saying that I'm lucky of being who I am... anyone without polymorphine would just have had the arm chopped off and replaced by a bionic... it made me worry about it...
I wouldn't worry about it too much, we'll be discharged in the next couple of hours, I care not for being stuck in here, it'd be better for you to rest back on the ship.
>loads a fresh grenade into the launcher then lights a cig.
It'll do you good anyway, spend some time with the puppy.
Short answer? I don't know at all.
Long answer? I don't bloody know in the slightest and it worries me. A lot.
Chat about how we'll be discharged immediately and that LIX will spend the rest of the recovery period on board the Penance? Sounds good to us, shall we go Miss?
>Looks at Alice.
>Has that "No need to tell me yet, but we need to talk." look on her face.
>Back at Jackson.
I guess if lady Wellesley is willing to have an audience I can't deny.
I will discharge you from here, but one thing first. You need to go for a full check up and since you're an Interrogator I need to update your info.
>looks at data slate
Just some simple tests and a few tissue samples, liver sample, spinal fluid, etc. Should take about ten minuets, tops.
Just making sure that your ok.
Well, they'll be following SOP, which dictates that they begin a search for missing personnel, which we are, since nobody bothered to tell them of our injuries.
When they find us, I believe we'll be taking a Thunderhawk.
but threatening Inquisitorial*
You didn't get w'at I was saying.And it will make w'at will 'appen even more laug'able.
... is w'at I will say if I cared enough.
'ow considerate, because of course I am a damsel in distress you need to c'eck on every so often, rig't, or I would probably end up in a situation i can not solve by myself!
>you can't see her blushing,and maybe it is better like this
Okay.....no, I think not, my data was already updated and issued to the relevant parties, and my retinue has sufficient staff to take care of a simple checkup, not going to bother you with a trivial matter when you have countless injured to take care of.
>Harper continues making notes on his Dataslate.
Mhm, interesting stuff, really.
>The rest of his squad has moved to the section of the Center where the injured pair has been billeted, and starts sweeping.
It isn't just about that, Alice.
>looks up from data slate
If it wasn't important, I wouldn't be doing it. It's about your ability. It must be done now. You'll be knocked out for it because of the spinal fluid part.
Anna, stop screaming, I can hear you from here.
Okay, subtly obviously won't work so I'll just out and say it, my data was updated when I was inducted, I had a Medical when I was inducted, We're -not- staying here, now, since we're supposed to be cooperating, I'll ask politely once. Go back to your business, and allow us to leave.
Alice. You know I could detain you on possible possession charges, but I know that their false so I wont do them. All I need is to take some blood and tissue samples.
Please don't bully my men.
And don't even get me started about t'at uniform of yours, if t'at's what you call a uniform anyway! Don't you even understand t'at it is t'anks to people like you if 'eresy exists in first place? You lack t'e basic level of respect f-
Are you sure? It is quite funny, you should see it.
No, I could if I wanted to, but I'm not. Can you tell her to just do this. It's simple and quick. If we started when I said we'd be done by now, and you'd be on your way.
You claimed that we could get more work done if we work together, well us working together is you doing your business while we do ours. Now move yourself out of the way, -now-.
>The squad of Stormies has paused around the corner from the room to count the voices and measure hostilities.
You don't even understand it, CMO. There's no need to documment anything irregular, all is as it had to be, she was injured and she was treated for it. Done.
>Also trying to hide how fucking worried she is about Alice's situation, but if the girl in charge doesn't want to, you comply.
Just... let us go, I need to have a chat with lady Wellesley in private anyways.
>mumbling under his breath
Now I know why he worked alone
I can't just leave something like that be unexplained. You know that in the long run this is the best thing to do. I wouldn't release these documents to anyone, they'd be classified, only accessible to my rank and above.
So any hereticus inquisitor can get a watch on it?
I don't think that's what lady Wellesley wants.
>Tries to cross her arms but the sudden electrifying sensation of pain moving up from her right arm makes her stop and put her left hand in her waist instead.
Your bloody business is taking care of the injured, now move yer arse back to them like a good little Medic, afore I 'ave to see how sturdy this bloody thing is.
>Alice flicks off the safety on her Carbine and shoulders, but not fully raises, the weapon.
>The Stormtroopers see this as their cue to approach the door to the room and peer at the clusterfuck that seems about to begin.
Well if they had a reason to look in my data bank, yes they could look at it.
Alice just work with me here. I don't want this to end in a scuffle. I just need these samples then you can be on your way.
>"Oh, Throne here we go again. Now she's mad and won't want to speak about it when I ask."
>"She looks cute when mad though."
>Looks down hiding a blush.
>"I better stop this confrontation before it goes any further..."
This is not going to end well, for none of you both... and worst is that you both know it.
With all respects. Could you two just stop fighting over like kids? Lady Wellesley you're on your freedom to leave if you want, your authority is as high as his, Jackson at least give her some days to think about it.
And those samples were already taken in my previous Medical, now move, my patience for this nonsense is about at an end.
>Alice fully shoulders the Carbine and aims it at the sole target in the room.
>She then starts circling Jackson and heading towards the door, where the group of befuddled Stormtroopers are debating getting involved.
Come along LIX, this is getting ridiculous.
Anything goes really, I mean we've had Orks before and there have been two different Lolcron(Played by the same dude that is.). Just make something and go nuts.
Anyone can jump in, no restrictions as long as it doesn't outrighteously punch the canon to the face, for example we've had 2 undercover necrons, 2 undercover orks, and I think we had undercover heretics too.
>scampers off, falling a few times on the way
only restriction is mutual fun. We have seen the edgiest of abominations (made by me), a lot of fun characters and some that were/are awesome.
This is to help the both of you. but fine. Make life harder for all of us.
>yell off down the hallway
Discedant!! Sinite hos abire nunc!! Sed pergam rationem elit!!!
You both can leave. Don't mind the forty men around the corner, the stormtroopers made quite a ruckus.
You do know I've been in the Inquisition longer than you, right? You don't particularly scare me. But can I ask why you must fight me at every turn?
Well then, time to play a Slaugth!
Time to make the best if the opportunity I've been given.
>The brown robed preacher walks through the base, looking for sources of commotion.
The feeling is mutual. And tell you what, I can ask you your own question and I will, difference is that I don't expect an answer.
>Alice backs out the door to her Stormies and with a whispered conversation they form up around LIX.
Come on lass, lets get back to the Penance and deal with this nonsense.
>Upon reaching the Thunderhawk, the Stormies form a firing line at the ramp.
I must speak with the Captain, he'll be most unamused.
>Approaches the man who seems in charge.
My apologies for bothering you, but you look like the person here with the best handle on the situation, which probably means you're somewhere in the chain of command.
>He's very soft spoken, and gives a small smile when he's finished talking.
Nah, I wouldn't really play a Slaugth.
...or would I?
What's going on? On another note, did you see that missionary guy wandering around? I doubt he'd tolerate my presence, regardless of what the inquisition says.
>swoops down at a reckless, breakneck pace
>nearly crashes on the scree of rocks
>who should it be but Gary who leaps out of the aircraft, whooping and laughing most uproarious
Let's do that again sometime!
CHAOS! OH CHAOS! DADDYS BACK!!
>about a dozen disgruntled stormtroopers of Praetoria's elite stumble out of the Valkyrie, some airsick, all annoyed and grumbling
>"Cheeky blighter, 'e di'nt learn a fookin thing"
>"But blighty's tits, I'm glad e's on our soide."
>"Too right mate..."
Yeah, didn't turn out the way I thought. I needed a different language and that was the first to pop into my head.
Well you're right in more ways than one. What can I do for you, priest?
Load o fookin nonsense is what's bloody goin' on mate, we'll be heading back to the Penance, so not sure if you want to join us.
>The rather 'displeased' expression on Alice's face changes into a smile as she spots the good Stormtrooper.
Well bugger me to exhaustion and call me a bloody Mordian! Gary! How you been mate?!
I rather do appreciate the Stormies accents matey, it's a nice touch. Really should make Alice take on an accent.....plans ahoy!
What can you do for me? Besides introductions, I think I'm all set. And then you should be thinking what I can do for you.
>He holds out a slightly shaky hand.
Ezra Vimes. And you are?
Well if inoffensive space kittens is another word for a pile of worms then yes.
But seriously, I'm not playing a Slaught.
I'm not quite sure, just following orders. Emperor willing I'll know soon enough, and be able to help. A regiment like this, strife is practically a guarantee.
Heh heh heh... Had a damn vacation just about. Got to do everything I love without having to get shot at. Little tougher and learner for it too. And don't let those boys fool you, they had as much fun as I did.
>Gary now has a stormtrooper tattoo on his right shoulder
>still wearing the black sleeveless carapace armor with urban camo fatigues
>now wears a red Catachan officer's beret over his bandanna
>his metal left arm has been removed in favor of a vat grown flesh replacement
Well, if this thread-chain's accepting more people, I suppose it's time to bring in one of these assholes.
Why did they have to give me this position, of all things?
>Stalks through the installation, initiating rites of binaric grumling
By the Omnissiah, I should've been leading the Cybernetica in the crusades for knowledge long since...
>A long, dexterous tube of metal idly scans the environment, twitching and writhing in a most inhuman manner
That's what you get for trying to reprogram Combat Servitors as ritual oilers. One moment your entire life is ahead of you, the next you're assisting in logistics for some backwards group of Imperial misfits.
>Extra appendages twitch and fiddle with an autoquill, desperately trying to conform to some acceptable standing of prose, engaging in furious battle with the vicious swaying of movement
And now, to make matters worse, we're running out of usable Dataslates. Should probably inform the Munitorum that standard-issue models are not designed for warzones. Not as if they'll actually take the time to care!
The surviving heretics that went underground on the last battle begin regrouping for a full retreat.
"Alright, package is ready, timer is set, 20 minutes. Operation Sinkage is a go. Move it! We're going back home before this thing takes us to oblivion too"
Well I see that Praetoria has been good for you at least, then again that's to be expected. Uncle Alan takes care of his men and the family takes care of it's friends. We're headed up to the Penance.....hang on, where's your bloody shotgun man? Don't tell me you lost it already?
Are you kidding? The damn thing almost never leaves my side it's just slung behind my assault pack so it's secure. My other baby, that flamer Sis gave me, is in the locker on the Valk.
But nuff said bout me, what in the warp has been happening here? Saw that big Vympel ship on orbit, looked like they'd taken a bad hit...
Then these faithful need guidance more than I would have thought. I'll make my presence known.
>Nods to her.
Sorry for interrupting. I'll let you get to your duties.
Heretics, more Heretics, Iron Warriors and a spot of infighting, But no matter, I shall speak with the Captain, Uncle Alan and....think, all will be clear. However, we must head up to the Penance, there is work to be done and it shaln't be done immediately.
>Alice and her own Stormtroopers board the Thunderhawk they came down up as the Crew fire up the engines and activate weapons tracking.
Gary, get your lads onboard. LIX, come on too.
>The Transport would take off as soon as the requested personnel embarked, or expressed their wishes against doing so.
Iron Warriors? Hell's bells... alright, I'll get my boys back on the Valk and we'll follow you up. The ride never ends, huh boys?
>he grins at them
>they grumble at him
>A set of charges go off in timed unison when the timer hits zero for each.
>Each charge placed on a kingpin holding Watcher's Point on the surface.
>The ground shakes for a few seconds before falling over the space the subway system occuppied.
>Buildings cripple, break and fall into pieces, roads and streets sink into the earth.
You certainly have Eta and it never does Gary.
>The Ramp lifts on the Thunderhawk and it takes off, then heads for the Penance, shortly makes a smooth landing in one of the Hangar Bays closer to the bridge and drops it's ramp.
'Chief! Is the Captain on the Bridge?! I must speak with him!
>catches her before she hits the ground
Emperor damn!! The whole city just collapsed!!! Are you alright?
Glad we set up the base on the outskirts of it. But we had a ton of men still in there.
>Gets on the vox
Smith the city just collapsed. Start looking for surivors. Valk flights, everything. Get every bird looking NOW!! Prepare for a counter attack.
She'll be happy to see you, go, don't worry, I'll be fine.
>Alice jogs out of the Bay and up towards the Bridge, stopping of course to identify herself at the door.
Is the Captain present? I must speak with him.
>Ceases the grumbling upon catching the name of a despicable Daemonic Engine
You there, Imperial, what is this you speak o-
>Crashes to the ground upon the destabilisation of the structures, cursing in binary
Data concludes this to be highly irregular!
>Enters the techpriest's tent quietly and opens the crate labeled "Volkite Buster"
>It's empty, instead there is a note.
>"Dear Agent Greely,
>Thank you for the new acquisition. Although I cannot do anything with it, I am happy to see it out of your hands and in the possession of a proper collector. Caring about the lives of others - especially ones who tried to have you killed for me - over such a potent weapon? what has the Inquisition come to. tsk tsk tsk.
>Your Friend, Darasar Belk."
>"PS - Please accept this live Plasma Grenade as a token of my thanks and a sign of our friendship."
>The throne agent brakes into a cybernetically-enhanced sprint, leaping clear of the explosion.
Urg. I saw little. It looks like a giant fucking totally cliched ice castle, like t'ose from stupid tales of feudal worlds. Given t'e 'eadac'e I am gettin', ten trones Amelia is t'ere.
Reverberations suggest a plasma or metla charge rather than standard explosive, perhaps we shou-
>Processor whirring sounds
How did they acquire technology of that calibre? Who has the gall to use such holy machines against us?
Mhm....actually, think I'll come with you, make sure that arm is healing properly.
Captain can wait. I'll speak with him later.
>Alice disappears into the their Quarters to the greeting of Lira.
And back to Harper for a while me thinks.
I have to take care of some stuff. I'll be back in a bit. Thank you Anna.
>begins to walk off
>rescue efforts are underway.
>valks flying and landing to ferry wounded back to base.
>troops digging through the rubble with lifesign scanners
Just me and a booby-trap someone left.
>Stashes the note in a pouch
Detective Greely, Adeptus Arbites. I'm technically in charge of most of this mess, but the Praetorian and the Doc call a lot of the shots.
>Gets up, dusts himself off, and offers his hand
>The Daemon Prince roars within the daemon weapon in pain.
I was... just suggesting, m'lady that this is the perfect moment to do a show of force... That we are not to be triffled with.
>Greely's vox crackles to life
>A familiar voice comes through
Greely, come in. I may have a... business proposition for you.
Smoothies are not milkshakes, captcha.
... why don't you do it.
You have been a fireplace decoration for a long time, Arnathrax.
>amelia strikes a defilers with the staff
Go and stay, and purge the imperials. Remake this world at your heart's contents.... if you are able to.
>runs back into the Thunderhawk and pulls on a Vox headset.
"Oi' mate....Gary wasn't it, what in the Warp is goin' on down there?! Looks like a chunk of the planet just bloody collapsed!
>The defiler's eyes turn blue as Arnathrax takes over it.
If I am able to? I am more than able! I am the only one true master of this world! And what is stopping me from crippling you now right here, witch?
>Slowly lifts the weak flesh and holy machine form to its feet
>Rushes towards the location of the presumed plasma-detonation, cognition engines whirring with panicked calculations
>Assesses the destruction alongside noticeable ruins of what are likely Mechanicus ritual ornaments
By the Omnissiah, who did this? This is an outrage, insufferable, despicable!
>Uncontrollably switches between angry ranting and hasty Techna-Linguis
Well fek it, we'll be back down ther' in a couple of minutes laddie, can ye find us a stable landing zone in aww' that shite?
>The rest of the Stormies run back on board as the Pilot warms up the engines once again.
>Seems to approach Amelia with the intentions to attack.
Not yet, it will be under my own terms, not yours, witch. I'll contempt myself with the ripped flesh of the loyalists... for now...
Time to go to my job, back in a few.
>Inside the Ice fortress
>a robed figure looks at a defiler encased in the ice.
>It tries to lunge at the figure but it seems to be calmed by the wave of a hand
>a small white device is placed into the ice then seems to vanish.
>the figure continues down through the maze of tunnels stopping at seemingly random places.
>Walks away from the priest and the Catachan before responding.
>Meanwhile, in orbit over Gospyria.
"He's alive? Shadowseer, you've never steered me wrong before, but I find it hard to be believing that Darasar Belk is alive."
"Oh he's alive and kicking, and making friends all over Commoragh."
"And I find it hard to believe the Darasar Belk I put down long ago is the same one running around trading on a famous name."
>Verasii puts the Lho-stick out in a hollowed-out skull, as if to emphasize a point..
"You wanted to see him, and in exchange promise to keep this Belk out of my acolytes hair?"
"As much as one can with Belk, I will keep him reigned in."
"Very well, I will make arrangements. But beware, he is ~very~ touchy about your kind."
Yeah I trust priests more than Commissars for sure...
What? I'm already back aboard the Penance. Greely asked me to babysit the new preacher. But I'll send the Valk back out to look.
Wait you are? Fuck, I thought that everyone bar Gary, Eta and my dudes were still planetside? My mistake.
Problem is lad, what are we even gonna do doon there? We're no gettin' involved wit' picking people out the rubble, we're more for providin' support while ground troops do that.
I've been told that you're having trouble with a certain Haemonculus. For what reason would one as arrogant as he deign to interact with a mere inquisitorial acolyte?
the preacher was planetside
well this is what happens when plans get delayed. This is just to gather information anyway. An armed response would be nice but not fully needed.
I thought that too, considering the preacher was conversing with Jackson and I'm pretty sure the tent was planetside.
>Desperately searches the smouldering remains of the Mechanicus tent for any technologies that may have survived
>Finds little more than Omnissian cog ornamentations, the rest is damaged beyond use
Whoever was utilizing the explosive knew what they were doing. Plasma leaves little in the ways of surviving devices, they intended to destroy these blessed ones...
>Speaks a litany in prayer to the Omnissiah, one of mourning and loss
I'm guessing that's a very common feeling around here.
Which probably says more about regard for Commissars than it does about regard for Preachers.
The Penance is a Ship waiting in Orbit, currently on it(At least characters being actively played) are Harper, Eta, Gary and I think that might be it, since I'm assuming that Vimes is on the planet.
>Begins assembling his forensics kit in his tent while listening to Nyzart.
"That's what I'm aiming to find out. As far as he has confided, he has a vendetta with Verasii. Oh yeah, and he showed us footage of you delivering a package of explosives in Commoragh, going on and on about how upset she'll be. Says he kept a backup and began laughing like a cartoon character."
>Begins applying dust to the note and brushing it
"And the fingerprints are... Human."
>You find a dataslate, somewhat charred but miraculously still working. It says "Covert Augmentation Project. Subject: Greely"
>Don Chango of the Salamanders is rescuing people from the wreckage in the background.
>The scanner mechadendrite makes absolutely sure that nobody's attention is aware of my movements
>Extends a secondary limb to retract the device into a cloak of Mars-red robes
>The scanner also retreats into the clothing, observing the Dataslate as it is operated by the various appendages protruding from my torso
If anyone finds anything intact, report to myself or another Tech-Adept, we cannot afford to miss any relics that may have survived.
I'm guessing she approached
>notices that hes been spotted.
>simply nods at her then quickly takes off down another hallway.
>"maybe she won't realize what I'm doing. Maybe I can finish my mission before I must escape. They will be displeased if I fail."
>amelia vanishes into thin air, coming out of a wall right in front of the hooded figure
I may ask you who you are, why are you here and how do you think you can escape me in my lair.
But I won't.
>the sorceress brings her staff down, casting a torrent of warpflame on the figure
>Harper's Thunderhawk lifts it's ramp and heads for the surface.
>Once there it lowers the ramp and hovers briefly should Eta wish to disembark.
This is your stop laddie, can't risk landing a bird this heavy anywhere.
"Well, there was one guy, but he took a shard to the neck. He was responsible for my augmentations - tried to blackmail me with a cortex bomb, but I talked him down."
"I'm going to investigate where Belk left a plasma grenade for me to find. Live one, of course."
>Greely arrives on the scene, carrying an Arbitrator's forensic kitbag.
"Didn't really leave behind much evidence, did they?"
>His augmentations are subtle, designed to mimic the human form and not be noticed until he's right up on you. This might be the guy the dataslate is talking about.
Rolled 11 (1d20)
Two can play at that game
>the figure vanishes with a zap like noise then appears behind Amelia in time to strike out with a long white blade.
>Verasii's comm-sign interrupts you
"Nyzart, we need to talk. Take the shuttle up to my ship. Now."
>She's quite brusque here, the diplomancer's charm gone from her voice. You have a sinking feeling about this. On the other hand, she's using words rather than guns, which is still usually a good sign."
>A few scrambles and whirs escape Binary's implants as his focus is re-purposed
Ah... Yes, Imperial, your observation would be correct. Plasma-detonations ensured that even the devices furthest away from the blast would experience permanent scars to their systems.
>The scanner gently protrudes from the back of the mass of red, observing Greely in a variety of spectra
It can be no coincidence that they utilized Plasma instead of an explosive charge, the rarity of such a device and location of its use would not permit such.
Very well, inquisitor.
>Nyzart boards a ghost ark and prepares to talk his way out of yet another clusterfuck, but not before equipping a tachyon arrow and a payload of mind shackle scarabs
>the blade strikes true, but somehow Amelia does not seem really impressed, even with a sword sticking out of her shoulder
... I am supposed to say something like... "Agh", or something.
I am not really in touch with this sort of things, these days. Like neural connections.
Now if you speak up, I wouldn't have all the daemons in this fortress converge here to hack you into tiny pieces.
Dark Eldar? I am familiar with the latter term, however current data is inconclusive... However, if it is a faction of Eldar, then why detonate a device within Mechanicus grounds? Perhaps they seek to sabotage our superior techn-
>He trails off into Techna-Linguis before snapping back to reality
Perhaps command should be warned, if this attack is truly separate from the structural sabotage then we may possess a new immediate enemy.
"Nyzart." She says tersly.
There is a figure standing next to her, an Eldar clad in garish colored robes. As soon as he sees you, he begins laughing uproariously. She looks annoyed.
"I- heh- you will have to forgive me." He's still chuckling. "I've only seen Necrons with intact souls once before."
I hope i'm not overstepping my bounds here, but it would go a long way towards explaining Nyzart's unusual behavior. If it's too much, we can retcon it.
>The Thunderhawk begins to fly over the wreckage and rubble, marking whatever survivors they find but can't pick up.
"Status report, what in the Warp happened down here?"
So is this a legit Eldar or is Jackson using a 'Disguise Kit'?
... do you think so.
Also I believe it is the point you talk, then a dozen bloodletters kill the foolish eldar who entered a fortress alone? Unless of course somehow an entire army of eldar make it inot the fortress in complete silence.
"This is Preacher Vimes, unclear, but I have wounded down here. We'd greatly appreciate a pickup."
>Starts rallying the small group he's gathered to get moving.
>The Harelquin looks at you, and smiles.
"I'm saying you're a cut above most of your peers. Tell me, have you ever met Seshuat the Undying, Pharekh of the Undying Fleet?"
>Verasii interrupts, strictly business.
"On the subject of meetings, you have allegedly had a very interesting one as of late, with a very, very dead Comorrite."
>She indicates the skull she uses as an ashtray.
"Nyzart, Overlord of Gospyria, say hello to Darasar Belk, Deceased."
Rolled 84 (1d100)
>jumps back still wearing the slightly smoldering robe
Well the council will be displeased that I failed but It is time to take my leave
>runs down the hallway teleporting through walls trying to find the way he came in
Well I guess he is expendable. So I will roll to try to escape
"One moment Preacher, standby."
>There's a brief conversation in the background before Harper returns to the Vox.
"We can't land at your current location, head five zero zero meters north and we'll try it there."
>The Thunderhawk heads in the desired direction and successfully lands on the ground.
>good thing I don't have facial expressions
>oh shit what if the Eldar can read my mind
>gotta think of something to say that won't make me extremely suspicious
Rolled 11 (1d100)
Oh do you.
Seize him! Look for his brethren, my servants! Search every inch of my fortress! Kill! KILL!
>with the sound of reality being teared apart, bloodletters crawl out of a warp portal, and start bellowing as they lunge toward the eldar
"Heading there now, Vimes out."
>The small group comes arrives at the clearing a few minutes, Vimes and three guardsmen carrying two wounded on makeshift stretchers. They load onto the Thunderhawk.
All here. Clear to go.
>The preacher sits down.
I am technically in command of the regiment, though I delegate a lot of it to others.
>Indicates the small Inquisitorial Rosarius on his Jacket collar.
The techpriest was compromised, planted a cortex bomb in my head until I talked him down and he removed it.
He was then assasainated with a shard weapon. I don't know much yet, but someone with meat fingers left a love letter for me, along with the grenade.
I want to keep this quiet, no need to cause a panic among the soldiers. Understand?
"Survivors are aboard, take off Pilot"
>The Thunderhawk does just that, taking off and searching for more survivors as it heads towards the ground base.
Don't mention it Preacher, must say, it'll be nice to have yourself here, don't know what the boss sees in this 'Regiment'....
It seems that you daemons got slower. HAHA
Even in your own web you cannot catch the spider.
>runs down a dead end passage then phases through the wall.
He wouldn't have left you a letter if he intended for you to die. Or he left a camera to capture your final moments. So either he didn't want you dead, or he did and he knows you're not.
Eldar. ELDAR! I knew...
But it is not important, no, no. The plan is. Arnathrax will deal with it, so that he will learn, the Daemon...
>another portal opens behind her
Let's go Virmanthras... we have got much to do, away from Somerius.
Something. I don't know what, but it has to be something. I wasn't expecting something like this so soon after arriving, but again...
>He points upward with a small smile.
He always has a plan for us. What's your name, trooper?
Trooper Harper sir, currently in the employ of the Ordo Malleus, Inquisitor Wellesley specifically, honoured to meet you.
>Harper nods and offers Vimes his canteen.
You would do well to remember Inquisitorial absolute authority only expanding to the Imperium, rather than the Mechanicus.
However, that being said, I have no desire to see this information divulged, it is not my place to handle this form of situation unlike yourself.
Preacher Ezra Vimes, Praecentor of Penance. Honoured to meet you as well.
>Vimes accepts the canteen, taking a few sips before handing it back.
Is this sort of thing usual around here?
You were supposed to place over twenty of those devices and you barely got five in position. That is a failure, Spider
>But Farseer the sorceress found me faster that expected. I had to run there was no fighting her
Silence. I foresaw your failure and already relayed it. I don't know what he is planning but I fear he may be over his head.
>There is someone who you can not predict? Should I remove him for you?
No! He is different that is why my sister took a liking to him. He helps us when we need it so he is our ally. Now continue your training. To be found so easily you must be slipping.
"Though it is hard for me to be believing the Belk that deceived you is of same Belk I killed so many years ago, this is his modus operandi."
>The Harlequin interrupts
"Verasii, you said I could see the ensouled Necron in exchange for bringing Belk to heel as much as I can."
"And there he sits. Unless you have suddenly become blinded, you are seeing him perfectly."
"Very droll, Verasii."
"You will have plenty of time to make your observations while I bring Nyzart up to speed."
>She turns back to you
"I am upset, of course, that you personally went off-world without notifyings me. More importantly, you have people for gettings whatever it was you needed in Commoragh, and you send yourself and jeopardize pact. Who is next in line if This Belk decides you are too interesting to let leave?"
"I would expect this kind of reckless "lead from the front except don't follow me" approach from Greely, but not an ancient Phaeron."
>Harper returns the Canteen to it's belt with another nod and ponder's Ezra's question.
Honestly sir, us Stormtroopers probably aren't the best ones to ask, we weren't here before the Interrogator was inducted but.....from what we've seen, yes, somewhat common.
>The Thunderhawk comes in for a landing outside the base Med. Center and drops it's ramp.
>Walks up directing troopers carrying boxes of Med supplies.
Bring the wounded to ward three. They have some room there
I have not forgotten it.
I dunno, was I wrong in trusting you? Are you just using me, Jackson.
>points her let hand against Jackson, a glint of metal shining on the middle finger for a moment
Because if you are I will eventually know.
>He nods to Harper before standing up and taking his place at a stretcher, directing a few of the others.
Then we'll all need to be prepared. Keep your head up, trooper. Emperor be with you.
>He heads out to the medical center.
You'd do well to keep in mind that this is a mutual treaty. I am not at your mercy, and you are orbiting this planet by my grace. Now, tell me about this haemonculus.
"I'm aware of your remit, but we're all on the same team here. Except whoever planted the damn grenade. I imagine you want them, too."
>Your scanners show that Greely has a rather impressive amount of augmentation done, but no tampering beyond what he mentioned. You've seen better and subtler, but this is quality work.
"The fingerprints on the note were human, which leaves a number of possibilities. One - We have an inside turncoat. Two - Local turncoat slips into base camp. Three - Someone from Vympei has turned, if any of them are still around. Am I missing any?
Emperor be with you too sir, He upon the throne knows you'll need it in this place.....
>The Thunderhawk takes off again and returns to looking for the injured.
To the Drake? don't you think breaking into the enemy base with little to no support is a little too dangerous?
Anna, what's wrong? You not feeling well?
>puts hand to her forehead to check her temperature
Seems that the remnants of the Chaos forces in the tunnels detonated the supports to destroy our position. I thought the tunnels clear after that gas attack.
"This treaty is major investment and risk on my part. As I said, what happens if This Belk decides not to let you leave? You have someone with experience with other aliens nearby and do not ask them what they know? Instead you destroy resource at bidding of dead fuck-face!"
>She squeezes the ashtray
"It's the same Belk, Verasii. You should recognize this by now." The Harlequin seems annoyed by her refusal to accept something that is plain to him. "Blaming the Necron when he had no idea of what was what - and let's be honest, your Imperium doesn't exactly seem to have the best of records in regard to treaties with other species-"
>She calms down a bit, and begins:
"If it is same Belk, he is not ~quite~ master of scheming. His efforts are ham-fisted, convoluted, and crude, yet often effective. He loves the last-minute surprise, too. The rug of pulling-out-from under. Sees himself as chessmaster and all others as pieces for amusement."
"He used imperium explosives when he had you deliver them to my resource in effort to kill multiple birds with single bolter. Is how he works. ~If~ he is same Belk."
>Nyzart holds a finger to his ear
Yes, Aytuh, I understand. No, I need you with the regiment. They can't be trusted to take care of themselves. Yes, the Borgia woman was rather annoying.
It seems that you acolyte, Greely, has survived an assassination attempt perpetrated by this same Eldar.
>Burst out of the ground in defiler body.
Aaah, watcher's point. I've waited long to see this place reduced to DUST
The somerians really forgot who's their real savior and ruler: ME!
Come out my minions, Amelia promised me Eldar aside from loyalists.
>Daemons and heretics begin pouring from the tunnel the defiler had digged.
>She slumps down in her chair, accepting the inevitable conclusion.
"Is same Belk, or damn good impression. When I was Throne Agent, Belk sent his people - Eldar, Human, and Other Things - at Inquisitor's people rather than fight directly. We managed to find and thwart his unrelated plans, and make him infuriate until he came at us directly. At our decoy, anyway."
"We went into damned Commoragh,his inner sanctum, and we saw things there no... crazed mind could imagine. He figured out what we had done too fast, you see."
"But not fast enough to stop Krugarrd from shattering the tank his backup was gestating in. That fight - no one else survived. I took his head - pure luck. He had me and I got lucky. He has many unique, horrifying, monstrous toys and ~things~ at his disposal. Was 60 years ago, and have never been more scared in life."
Rolled 72, 81 = 153 (2d100)
Where the fuck do they keep getting these tunnels?
Why is Alice always absent for these battles?
My job sucks.
Get a emergency defensive line set up here, NOW!!
Valks and vendettas start attack runs on the tunnel entrance. Fire any rockets you have in there, bring it down!!
first die for setting up a defense the 2nd for the valk runs
lots of people are afk right now IIRC
>Greely begins looking for any shred of evidence he can find, but the plasma has left it barren.
>Anyway, the sound of battle catches Greely's attention.
"Don, you need to get to the stormtalon. We've got incoming."
"Thronedamnit, no signal. Any of you guys sees a coal-black astartes with glowing red eyes tell him we need air support."
Rolled 12, 4, 20, 12 = 48 (4d20)
Because LIX is hurt and Jackson was being a cockgobbler obviously
>Harper's Thunderhawk drops out of it's search patterns and swings over to start engaging the hostiles the rear lines.
Rollan for guns guns guns.
Rax! There's a weapon crate in that chimera! take your pick.
>starts looking at a data slate
heavy bolter nest, Chimera dugout, autocannon position. Everything is looking good.
Whiskey 7 report in how's your attack run going?
>Alice shivers and turns to face LIX with a nervous smile.
Mhm, what about the cave? We all came out of that one didn't we? Admittedly I shouldn't have.....but.....
>Nyzart begins laughing over his communication channel to Eta
Okay Verasii, so get this: in a series of events completely unrelated to this Dark Eldar,
Your shiny new penal regiment is under attack by daemonic forces on Sommerius.
I could send a battleforce. mope them up quickly and all that.
That's the issue.
You shouldn't have. And Emperor forgive me saying this words but... you shouldn't have... and I'm afraid of what that means and what would have meant you not coming out of it...
Gary! Good to see you. Hey there's someone other than me this time around. Get a gun and start shooting we got Chaos forces pouring out of another tunnel. It looks like this defiler is leading them and it seems special.
>yells a few more orders into the vox then taps a few things on the data slate.
>seems to be tinkering with something in a crater filled with smoke
Think you can use me. Stupid Verasii.
>jumps into the smoke
I should have never let er gain leverage on me. I was a fool, accepting er terms...
> an armored sentinel rises, moving forward with Anna in the damaged cockpit
Better dead tan a pawn.
>pushes the sentinel forward, toward the defiler
>The first shot misses completely, hitting an heretic trying to run over the defensive emplacement.
>The other one hits the mark but doesn't do much damage.
Agh, blasted useless ranged weaponry, Khorne was right after all trusting only in his melee skill!
I know that lass and that's what worries me, I'm apparently a bloody freak, It's NOT NORMAL!
Then again...wound wasn't particularly threatening, just a blown out kidney, don't know what that tosser was going on ab-
>At the bleeping of a Vox set, Alice paces over and answers.
"Interrogator Wellesley....they've done what? Are you kidding me?! BUGGER IT!"
Heretical Wankers are attacking again, I'll need to get on a bloody 'Hawk.....
>She shakes her head
"If they can't handle this on their own, I've wasted effort in seconding them. Besides, one of yours and an astartes are babysitting them already."
"Besides, political ramifications and all that, even for an allied xeno action in nominally Imperium territory. Change in the Imperium is a fickle thing, and has to happen in slow, unobtrusive increments or powerful people will panic. Some of my collegues are too reactionary to be called sane."
Rolled 24 (1d100)
Anna! Watch out!!
Trooper get that lascannon firing on that defiler. Do not stop until it stops moving!
>runs down the line to get closer to Anna
Your squad is now with me. We need to go out there and support Anna, let's move!
rolling for repairing the lascannon
Rolled 20, 11 = 31 (2d20)
>The rear right leg suffers a massive malfunction by the damage, becoming completely immovilized.
>As the leg is stuck on the ground and the warmachine pushes forward it rips itself appart.
My turn, Witch.
>Fires autocannon at Anna's sentinel.
>Harper's 'Hawk flies over Gary's position and a crate is shoved out the open ramp, which swiftly closes.
>The Crate does indeed hold an Autocannon.
"Courtesy of the Ordo Malleus Sir, should be able to use it."
Alice. This is serious. It could be these "Heretical Wankers" the ones doing this as far as we know. And you want to charge at them with a hawk?
W-what if they posses you mid-flight or...
or use you as a daemonhost...
I don't want to be the one that has to bring you down Alice...
Rolled 63 + 15 (1d100 + 15)
>Greely readies the Gauss Flayer, deprived of the Volkite Buster he'd been promised, and goes out stealthily to the defiler, occasionally checking his comms for Don, to no response.
Bonus is for Greely being a sneaky git.
>the weapon jams
>as he tries to unjam it, he somehow sets it on fire
>it starts to spit bullets everywhere
>some of them are set off and blow up
>Rax is now a running and screaming pile of firecrackers with a risk of light shrapnel
Rolled 9 (1d100)
>The shots hit the Sentinel's legs, but only one seems to have done critical damage.
I'm going to rip that tin can of yours to pieces, limb by limb with you inside. then I'm going to flay your remains.
>Closes distances with Anna
Rollan for distance
Then you just bring down the Thunderhawk down lass and be done with it. Can't just sit up here and do bloody nothing.
>Alice pulls the Flak Jacket off and starts putting another Flightsuit on.
"Hangar, prepare my second 'Hawk for immediate deployment and get some Bombers ready."
>the squad gets around Anna's sentinel, drops to the ground and starts firing on the chaos ground forces.
Anna, you are so reckless sometimes, you know that?
>firing away at the charging forces with a hellgun
"Actually, cancel that, I'll take another Vendetta down, it'll be easier to bag if anything goes wrong."
You think too little of yourself, if you wanted the Stormies'd just make it look like you died then smuggle you home. Now take care of the puppy for me, aye? I...uh....love you.
>Alice turns to leave the room for the Bay, and it's waiting Valkyrie.
If I wanted your opinion I would 'ave asked it.
>...right into the Defiler, and while the shots start crippling the sentinel, it does not matter.
Mostly because the sentinel was t'e decoy, I did not t'ink I would 'ave been able to kill a Defiler wit' it.
This is why I rigged meltabombs to the right leg.
>as the falling Sentinel impacts the daemon engine, the melta bombs explode into a fiery blast
Rolled 34 (1d100)
>runs through heretics
>passes the slowed down arnathrax just behind him
>Runs to th distance, not realizing he could just get rid of the ammo backpack and the heavy stubber attached to it
rolling for distraction
Why would Jackson's stuff be in one of Alice's Thunderhawk's? She doesn't even let anyone near the damned things.
The Vendetta though.....the Vendetta Alice is about to get into is Navy and thus, shared.
Rolled 12 (1d20)
>Points the gauss flayer from his soncealed position and opens up on the defiler
"Because Tzeentch cares for his plots and naught else! Not even his own flesh and blood!"
>Afterwards, he moves back into hiding
D20 is for attack, 1d100 is for going back into hiding. No bonuses
>Looks at the puppy to the eyes.
>"No, don't look at me like that I'm in no condition to go with her."
Alice... wait... let me go with you... I want to be able to drag you to the light if you fall in darkness...
Rolled 91 (1d100)
[Spoiler] only one die roll per post, apparently[/spoiler]
>Concern for a xeno's wellbeing? Nevermind his kind killed your family as a child - even if they are somehow unclean in their eyes.
>The Harlequin Interrupts the awkward silence. "So, you never did answer my question about Seshuat the Undying."
I'm NOT leaving you go alone to Emperor knows where with Emperor knows what happenning over your body, I'm your bloody enforcer, your trusted companion and...
And I too love you damn it.
I could as well loose all my limbs before letting you fight the darkness of chaos alone.
>the claws crush the sentinel's cockpit, smashing everything that's inside and separating it from what remained of the legs; it falls backward and rolls away from the collapsing Defiler
F-fine, you can still operate the weapons one handed, lets do it.
>Alice leads LIX past the now idle Thunderhawk to a vacant Vendetta and climbs into the Pilot seat.
>Is holding Anna between his right arm claws.
>The defiler's a mess of broker pieces, only standing the torso, the flamer and the right arm after the explosion.
Did you forsee this too, witch?!
Say it! I want yo hear it from your lips! DID THIS GO AS YOU PLANNED!?!
>A glancing shot from a gauss flayer atomizes a small bit off the defiler, greely insults it, and slinks back into hiding
Did you notice my hit and run ambush? If not, now would be a dramatically appropriate time.
>anna's arm emerges from the cockpit. There is a ring on the left middle finger, a ring that looks suspiciously like a miniature gun
You tell me. You are close enough now.
>the digi-weapon fires a blast of melta point blank to the defiler's face
>Alice pulls the canopy closed and brings the Gunship out of the hangar and into a dive towards the battle, rapidly bringing several targets into view in short order.
We've got a target rich enviroment down there, pick a vehicle and lets bring the rain!
Rolled 35 (1d100)
>Greely's Ambush and Jackson's attack draws Arnathrax's attention away from Anna, when he looks back he sees the bloody finger.
Rolling for the damage of the melta, 35+ the defiler is RIP
>The harlequin chortles.
"Why, she's the other pharekh with an intact soul I mentioned. Just wondered if she and hers might be responsible for your improved condition."
Verasii is just listening now, previous rage almost dissipated. She clearly really, really hates Belk, A lot.
>Everyone can hear a roar as the Daemon Engine shakes.
No! You loyalist were just the Appetizer for the Eldar! THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!
>The Blue eyes fade to black as Arnathrax influence is cased into Amelia's staff again.
>The chimeras transporting heretic reinforcements begin to turn around to fall back
Here's another lesson about pride, my child. Arnathrax underestimated his foes... and is now going to pay the price... the question is what punishment is deserving of such a failure?
>Two Chimeras burst into flame as the Lascannon shots find their mark, while the third of the run is barely marked by the third pair.
Two enemy vehicles KIA, bringing her around for another pa-
Negative, priority request on the net, keep your eyes peeled.
>Alice brings the Vendetta around and eases her into a Landing next to the wrecked Defiler.
>The rear ramp drops immediately.
"Clean-up, Anna gravely wounded, worry about sabotage, try and save some civvies if there are any left, the usual. "
>Hits his comm
"I need a security team to protect Anna and her doctors at all times. Now!"
Not everything's what it seems sometimes, sorceress. I always make my plans come into motion when they're right.
>Doom volts Arnathrax's essence to quicken up the process of sealing him back into the staff.
And mind you, I always have a plan since before the heresy and since before my ascension to Space Marine. I always plan ahead.
>Runs to Anna and Jackson's position.
>Raises her arm unsheathing the C'tan Phase Blade to cut the rubble away.
>Kneels down in pain.
I- I can't free her from there... I can't move my arm...
10.000 years worth of planning? Not even the Emperor was able to pull that off, old sorcerer. Yu are just lucky that I happened to be there because...
I was there... because... ah, becuase... It is funny, I...
>the head of Anna, her hair considerably shorter and covered in wounds, comes out of the heap of metal. Though alive may be an overstatement, she does not seem to be dead. Yet.
You were there because your destiny reclaimed you to follow your lineage.
I only trust in one kind of individual and that is family. I trusted my brother Vilus because we came from the same womb. Now I trust you with my existence because of the blood that runs over your veins.
I can't say it was easy to keep track of family's deeds once Vilus and I entered the warp ten millenia ago, but Daemon Pacts helped.
What you thought we were all 10 millenia old virgins that had no lives before becoming Space Marines?
I... I am not quite sure I follow you here, Virmanthras. I... it is not possible that all my life just amounted to this. To be in that place at that determined time. Right? Right?
>after you skillfully remove most of the cockpit, the almost all of Anna, short of an arm and leg comes out of it.
>the rest however is nowhere to be found.
>might have to do something with the red puddle that is dripping between what is left of the Sentinel.
>The preacher stops crowding the digging and goes to set up a perimeter.
>Stands next to him, grabbing a discarded lasgun and taking aim.
In the Emperor's name, let this place be cleansed.
You're strong child, strong enough to know how Tzeentch enjoys to pull the strings of destiny to a determined objective from time to time.
I knew it was just a matter of time before he pulled the strings in the right order and I ran into someone with my blood in their veins... the question was which generation it would be. And when it was clear, I made my move in this eternal chess game to ensure that only the worthy successor would ever get a hold of me. Only my bloodline is worthy.
... Virmanthras. I don't like where this... Virmanthras! I did thid all, all those terrible, horrible things... I did them because I wanted a chance at deciding for myself! DO YOU HEAR ME? You can NOT come and tell me that it was all written! I amount at more than this! You- You can't possibly be...
>Begins rooting through the remains, trying to find anna's missing parts.
>pauses to hit his comm
"Sec team, meet them at the medbay! I don't want anyone pulling suspicious crap!"
>Goes back to looking
>Alice waits until LIX and Vimes are on board, along with Jackson and Anna, then gives the Valk some juice and takes it off towards the Med Center at max speed.
>The Valk soon reaches it's destination as Alice eases the craft down infront of the Center's main doors.
Go go go!
>Follows him back on the ship, looking around.
What in His name is going on in this place? I was expecting bad, but not...
You were decieved... just as I was.
This is why I want to break the control of the galaxy relying over Laughing Gods and a Dying Corpse. You will never be played again, your destiny is fullfilled. You're free to do as you wish. The Daemon Pacts have finally reached their end of the bargain.
>Amelia tries to grab Virmanthras, but her hands can't touch the ghostly image
You! You played with me! You... all I went through was because you needed me there, all... all those things, he torture... the sister, I... I was one, too, I am sure, or- or was I not? But why , why me!
>Greely intermittantly tries to raise Don on his comms, to no result.
"Shit! Where is he?"
>Tries to get the fingers on ice, orders someone to run what he's found up to Jackson, hopefully he can reattach it or grow replacements, and surely she'll want the pendant
>quickly transfers her to a stretcher then starts running down the halls as medtecks attach monitors and hook up a blood transfusion
Quick. Operating room 1 in the east wing is open.
>they quickly arrive in the OR next to the lab.
Right then, Preacher, Gary, this'll be your stop, need to take this Vendy out on a recon run and you'll be needed here.
Ey, you did good with those shots, now......while we're down here....
I did not play with you. The gods did, I only chose to have a descendant reach to me, not which, when or how. I wish no harm to my bloodline, I'd kill for Vilus if he was still alive and I'll kill for you as long as you live!
I care for my family damn it! Why do you think I've never rejected helping your crusade against the Commorrite Eldar? I want them as dead and tortured as you... I hate the gods for what they did to you to reach the end of the bargain, not for what they did to me.
I knew this is the reaction that would happen if I told you and I preffered to hold it back until the right moment. That moment is now that we've grown fond of each other's ways.
But, Virmanthras... y-you we are not ACTUALLY related, rigth? You know it? Right Virmanthras, tell me it is one of your schemes and you are fucking with my mind now Virmanthras, say it!
>One of the soldiers follows behind with the pendants and whatever little finger bits Greely managed to find.
>Meanwhile on the Ground
He's over 8 feet tall and rides around in a damn stormtalon!
See if you can find any more parts Anna lost so Jackson can try to reattach them. I'm going to go and try and find a missing astartes.
>Begins waving to Alice from the ground
"Alice, Five-niner, come in. This is Greely. Requesting aid in finding our missing Salamander. "
>Seems to be thinking about it for a few seconds.
No. I won't lie to you any longer, you're blood from my blood. Or what's left of it after ten thousand years of mixing it with the Imperium's pleb.
I can't promise make up for everything that's happenned to you, but I can promise that from now on, your destiny is yours and yours alone...
Prep her missing limbs to receive mechanical ones.
>looks at the heart monitor
Check all bones for fractures or breaks. Apply necessary treatment.
>pulls over a nearby cart of tools
Prep bio vat one for reconstructive surgery.
>injects a green liquid into the IV
Check for internal bleeding and fix it.
And also over you Preacher.
>Alice starts a limited set of post-flight checks.
"We'll do our best when we get airborne again, but we can't promise anything. Already got a Recce target."
This can be Virmanthras! I WAS NEVER- I...I!
>Amelia falls on her knees sobbing and screaming, suddenly overwhelmed by the weight of her deeds. After a while she clutches her legs and curls on what can be considered the floor, crying quietly
>A soldier comes in carrying a few mangled fingers and a pendant in an ice box
"This is what the throne agent managed to find of her missing limbs. He said you might be able to re-attach or grow her new ones. He's still looking for more down there, but I don't know for how long..."
>Back on the ground
"Get them in this ice box! Then, if you're willing, help me try and find a giant black man in terminator armor out in the wasteland!"
>Greely motions for another soldier to send up whatever Rax found in the wreckage.
"Hopefully she won't need replacements."
>Looks at his bionic arms
"It's not meant for everybody."
>Flies down through the ground.
>His hand reaches out for Amelia's cheek despite it can't really do anything.
I will never let them play with you again... not the Gods, not the Imperium, not the Eldar, not me. You're growing more powerful each day, there will be a moment where you will surpass me... you're the legacy I've been working on to make sure it lasted for so many millenia...
And you have her eyes... it would be a waste to only see them again broken into tears...
>With the Vendy vacant save for herself and LIX, Alice lifts the craft into the air and starts sweeping the area from high altitude while heading to her destination.
"We're not seeing anything out here, you sure he's still on the planet?"
Well, milord... As big as he is... A wasteland. You know, big, desolate, filled with smaller places you can hide in? Little chance of finding him. I'll try, but... Just don't get your hopes up. I am but a slave after all.
Set it on that table.
>A Magos Biologis runs up then shows him a data slate
Alright, focus on properly setting the bones. Bio vat one is prepared. Once her bones are set she's going in
You've always been yourself... The gods only played with the chances around you.
You are, and you've always been, and you'll always be yourself.
It is I who is nothing but a broken shadow of the man I once was.
The gods could never influence your life through your personality... or your soul if you never pledged it to them... Don't doubt of your actions because they were yours, it was the way they turned out what was influenced.
"He said he was going to look for survivors last time I saw him. If he was leaving, he'd have said goodbye first."
>Another comm sign
"Greely, I require assistance."
Another box with more missing parts on ice comes up.
"Don't count on any more, he said he was going to go look for an astartes."
I... don't remember anything. Anything else before... there years ago. Who was I, Virmanthras? WHO WAS I? Was I a real person? Who's this Amelia, even, who gave me this name?
Your surname may no longer be mine due to generations and your real name unknown to me, but I can sense, see, FEEL my blood in yours...
What the Eldar or the Gods might have done to mess with your memories I'll never know, but I know I won't let it happen to you again for as long as I have a say on the matter.
We will find out who you were if that is your wish... we will know the truth... and you will have your rvenge against the Commorrites too...
"Affirmative....but we need to break off our search, good luck with finding him."
That cave lass, had a strange feeling of....something...there, not demonic just....weird.
>Alice brings the Vendy into a turn and quickly drops it into a landing at the cave they previously occupied.
>Alice pops the canopy open and climbs out, then turns to offer LIX help.
I wonder what'll go wrong this time?
There is nothing else, anyway. I only have three years of memory and there is nothing else than Eldar and Inquisitors, Eldar and Inquisitors... I have got nothing but them, and I hate them.
>Darasar Belk is sprawled out in front of a massive viewing device in a pile of twisted debaucheries best left to the imagination
"Aww, how touching. Ancestral slaves of false gods finding each other across generations. Well, they'll be ~my~ slaves soon enough, just like that mon-keigh sow and the old ghost."
"Kind of gets my dander up!"
>Belk proceedes to snort a line of an unidentified substance, but is interrupted by a series of squelchings.
>With her Carbine in her right hand and LIX's own one in her left, Alice slowly starts to advance into the cave.
Lass, does this place strike you as....odd or something? Familiar? Since last time we were here I mean....no....
"You'll learn. Hop on."
>Greely puts on a pair of shades, and hands you his arbitrator shotgun
"Great thing about shotguns is you don't necessarily have to be a good shot to hit something!"
>Alice looks at LIX out of the corner of her eyes and frowns.
That.....we'll need to talk you through that, I'm thinking that might be your past trauma mixing with your present trauma.....
>she leads LIX through the cave system with a purpose, eventually coming up to a thin passage.
>holds a flask
Quite a mess you left back there... I even gave you the power of sorcery, but you couldn't save that girl... Amelia, was it? Fool to the end, Rogan. That is what you were.
>swirls the flask, looking at the soul trapped within
Hive world Beshk.
A colonized moon dangerously in between the Imperium of Man and Tau Space.
A hive of scum and villany, full of pirates, corsairs, xenos, cults, heresy and corruption. A lovely place to get lost... or to pay a price to find someone. I used to have tides with an information broker there, another psyker, Information in exchange of forgotten tomes. I lost contact with him when my battlebarge's Library fell to Slaanesh.
He used to know everything going on in the planet, born a prodigy of the ways of Telepathy and Divination, there was nobody walking the planet's surface he could not find or know some dark secret of...
>The Harlequin stands before Belk, and begins regaling him with various tales of strange pleasures and exciting fresh, young races to torture.
>He thinks to himself "Verasii, you owe me for this. FAR out the ass."
>Belk switches off the vidscreen and rises to pursue these new rumors of exciting new interests while keeping his grudge on the backburner... for now.
>double checks all her bones.
Alright all bones are in place. Prep oxygen tube.
>slides a tube into her mouth then a mask over it.
All monitoring devices in place.
>everyone steps back as she's lowered into the bio pod
>The magos biologis approaches
"She should be good by the end of the day. The pod should be able to repair her arm that was brought in but she'll need a leg replacement."
Gladly, in fact, I will teach you how to start doing this by yourself, remember our last lesson about opening portals for multiple daemon hordes? It can easily be modified to open a warp rift to transport material world beings and things...
I.....don't....err....I don't really know, it's just sort of....there.
>Alice taps her head a few times then eases through the passage, rifle first.
It's clear, just be careful with your arm coming through.
Urgh, definetly feels....'something', just don't know what 'something' is.
>walks outside, still covered in Anna's blood form the surgery.
I'm the only officer again. The Emperor better reward me for this. I gotta get my mind off her for a bit.
>Alice and LIX dumped their passengers(Which included Gary) at the Medical Center and then flew off to -try- and actually accomplish a 'sidequest', Anna is in a Biotube, Greely, Rax and Eta went off to find the Salamander Bro and more Commoragh Politics are happening.
>Alice leads LIX through the tunnel to a cavern and down what appears to be the hull of a vehicle.
This uh.....place seems entirely too...familiar for my liking.
I'd prefer tomorrow honestly....but if peeps want tonight then somebody needs to make the thread.
Where else to be? Last rites, comfort. I'm needed here. And you may think you're talking only to yourself, but He is always with us.
I hope you don't find that discomforting.
don't hold your breath for going to commoragh anytime soon, especially after hours
I could do tommorow too, actually. change my vote to either, since i'm up to multiple captcha's.
>Alice looks down at what she now sees is in fact, a tank.
A-aye, that it is....and an -ooooooooooooooooold- one at that. I'd say.....Imperial Army.
>Alice drops off the vehicles hull and into a long abandoned defensive position.
>stays silent and instead looks around in confusion.
Yeah, it might be better I'd say,
Tomorrow it is then it seems.
Amelia, its spirit is not just a daemon and a machine but a space marine's too. He's too powerful to be controlled with your current power level!
well class restarts tomorrow for me so I won't be at the start of the thread. But I guess I can try to move plans along afterwards. Unless Alice want's to block me again.
>Greely brings the bike to a stop out by a green Stormtalon. There's no sign of damage.
>He scans the horizon, and sees bunch of cliff dwelings.
"There!" He exclaims, gunning it.
>The salamander is sitting there in his terminator armor. He is covered in blood and his armor is riddled with pdf and deldar weapons fire.
"Greely. They did not give me a choice. I had to kill them all. I could not talk them down, and they had weapons given to them by the dark eldar. I assume at least one of these people is - was, your saboteur."
"The Vympei turned on these people, they thought they had no one to turn to. And along come a few of Belk's men, handing out weaponry and giving them info on us."
The soul of a Man turned Daemon is not the same as the soul of a Daemon, a tortured man and a machine spirit... but I will grant you that you have power beyond what it seems in the surface...
She's gonna keep doing it 'til he gives up.
.......G-Great Crusade, old but....effective....
>Alice looks to a few weapons in particular as she speaks, chief among them a Powersword and Bolter.
Very well... do it, but know that if you fail I won't give the beast a chance to attack. I WILL kill it before it gets loose, I don't care how valuable it is, it's not worth it if it's not yours.
Well it's good to have you around.
Well I have a question. Does the Emperor think the end justifies the means? What if you have to do a little heresy to remove a lot of it?
>The beast is brought chained before you by 4 defilers.
>It stares you directly.
>Fire engulfing it's "eyes" as it does.
>You're looking towards hell, and hell is looking back at you.
Purge the heretic, abhor the alien, beware the psyker and the mutant. A tenet of the faith.
But you must also follow orders. If your orders are to remove heresy, then you do what you have to do.
>Smiles, his eyes looking off.
And it never says /when/ you have to purge the heretic.
>His smile fades as he looks back at Jackson.
But Lieutenant, the purging will come, sooner or later.
>it wold be impressive to a mind that had not be broken like a twig several times in a row
>Amelia just casually strolls forward, until the muzzle of the engine is a few feet from her face
I'm still not entirely sure what you're trying to accomplish here, but i do have a theory. All out of character of course
"Well, as long as we're all OK, I guess that's all I can hope for. I'm going to investigate the ruins for clues as to what their goals were beyond "not dying." You guys are free to go back if that sounds boring.
Thanks. Maybe, things will change for the better.
it just means I need to get more sneaky with it... or find a tazer...hmmm... decisions... decisions...
well whatever the endgame is all I can say it that there's many faints and false ends to confuse people. I found that was the best way to plan. build in things that will confuse people on why they were done.
> finds a journal and begins reading.
> the despair is palpatable. "Who can we trust? Has the world gone mad? Our protectors turn on us, and those who say they've come to save us leave us to die and cavort with demons! What the hell are we supposed to do? The Emperor has ~forsaken~ us, and all we have now are the aliens."