This is the Malcontent to Imperial troop transport Informal Penance. We are standing by to initiate towing procedures, do you copy?
Thronedammit... I really don't like this. Who ever heard of Necrons helping us. Creepy metal bastards are up to no good, and it seems like I'm the only one who realizes it.
>Is seemingly chasing a kid over somekind of ruined environment of unknown nature.
>Can't never manage to reach for the kid no matter how fast the Callidus Assassin runs.
>"Save Her" is constantly screamed by her subconscious.
>The child turns an alley and when the Assassin reaches for it, she's gone.
>It's all void.
>She turns back and there's nothing the way she came either.
>She turns again to the direction she was originaly facing and there is a towering steel figure in power armor.
>Wearing yellow and black stripes over the shoulder.
>A dead kid hanging by the neck over his hand.
>And an all-too-familliar tool to mark slaves for the Iron Warriors.
>The Space Marine steps forward prepared to attack.
>The assassin seems defenseless, small, almost as a child in size.
>When she is again marked on the same spot of her face as years prior she wakes up with a gasp.
>Heart Beating way too fast.
>Is on her quarters with Alice.
>Luckily she didn't wake up neither Alice or the Puppy.
>After throwing some water into her face at the bathroom's sink she opens a small bottle of pills. One falling into her hand from it.
>It's the last pill, there might have been 50 in there.
>After ingesting the pill and a shower, the assassin leaves her quarters without waking up Alice.
Emperor knows she needs a rest...
What's going on? Something I should know of?
AFAIK they were dealt with. Also spoiler goes between brackets 
Use brackets instead, and use the other slash. The marines had their heads exploded by a psyker we've been chasing, but they did in fact destroy the warp drive.The Malcontent is an ally.
Ugh what do. I'm not a ranking officer but I can't just let the ship fall silent, but Alice is Resting, Jackson Emperor knows where, Anna in a comma and Greely is missing too. I need someone with inquisitorial authority to Allow the Captain to answer a Xeno call.
Gary, you're the closest member of the inquisition I have on sight right now. What would you do? Do I tell the captain to establish communications?
Och, aye, what a proper cheeky devil. Lad, this means ye must cleave the bastard in twain wi' yer claymore, and then go spend yer hard earned shillings on a new one.
>Crosses her arms.
Alright that deals with it.
Any word from Jackson or the medical staff on the wounded? Has Anna gone any better? Where the hell is Greely? Why is the room filled with Emperor's Children corpses that have no bullet holes?
Could anyone mind to explain what the warp happenned here?
>Takes the photo and looks it over
Ohh, these your friends? Here take a look at this.
>Reaches into his pocket and passes over a photograph of Gladraw, a woman and a young girl standing side by side.
I'm not sure, trooper. We go along with it for now, better than being stranded. But we keep our guard up. Abhor the alien. Don't trust these xenos any further than you have to.
>Jackson is walking down the hallway with several drop troops all with various data slates, papers and maps
>they seem to be talking quickly and quietly about something important
>one reaches for his vox then whispers something to Jackson
>they finally get close enough to hear
If they reported in then their sending over data. Go get it now. Have it analyzed and a report brought to me.
>The drop troops quickly nod and run off down to the medical wing
>Appears before Amelia.
A little bird has told me about your little... visit to a certain regiment chasing us...
>You get the feeling he's reffering to certain Daemon Trapped in a staff.
Well apparently she escaped even before the exterminatus was called. That's what my informants reported anyway. Then she showed up here and helped us. I wouldn't be happy about that if I we're you, she claimed that we are her's to kill and no one else may kill us. It seems she really wants to be our downfall.
If it means anything, she is the nicest Chaos Sorceress I've ever seen.
>takes the photo and puts it in his pocket
Yeah, my wife and daughter. They're gone, but maybe if the Emperor allows we will see our loved ones again eh?
>Smiles at the Ogryn
Come on, let's go find someone in command and get our orders
>Despite you hear a disapproval roar coming from the staff, Virmanthras raises his hand to his chest level, signalling a "halt".
No, I have my own birdie in that ship, a simple rune drawn in a daemon incursion before Gospyria. Although I don't doubt Arnathrax would tell me if he had known anything, he just enjoys being an asshole, it's in his nature.
>The Daemon trapped inside the staff roars to this too.
What was the purpose for that, even? We had managed to get them off our backs, now they will chase us again once they know where we're heading...
Alright.......it MIGHT be working now, I'll be willing to give it the benefit of the doubt. If anyone needs Alice(For things not related to surgery and implants) I suppose just go ask the Stormtroopers outside her Quarters.
You really have forgotten them? Last I know they were the ones helping the Exorcists get you captive... And the ones that gave an end to my mortal form.
>You, and only you, can hear a small smirk coming out of the staff at that last comment.
Keep your head up, Callidus. We are still alive to complete the path the Emperor has set out for us.
That's the spirit lieutenant. Do we have a new assignment yet?
Trooper. You look like you're doing well today. Have the shakes started again?
>Stirs from his cot, rolls over onto the floor.
"I bet Anna did this..."
>Brushes teeth, Shaves, Washes off as best he can with mechanical arms and legs.
"Gonna have to get used to this eventually, Oliver."
Have to go save my dad from a whole bunch of snow, be back when I can
Not for me. Everytime I reach happiness somehow I get stabbed on my back by destiny.
I find a girlfriend? Omicron dies.
I spend time with her? A planet gets an Exterminatus that same day.
I go to visit her home? A mook steals jewels and wine from there.
You know, now that you mention it, I kinda remember something but... oh, who does care about them? The way you describe them, they were pretty huge assholes. All the more reasons to personally pile their heads, am I wrong?
Hmph. I won't deny it, you have spirit and hunger for battle, but this reaction came too early, we could have used some privacy to get a bigger advantadge.
We may have to speed the process once we're in Beshk now, forget being nice to the contact we just need a book of his, either if he's willing to give it or not.
>appears from behind a barrel
If it helps, there was a small upside to those events... Rogan made some kind of amulets before he... Left. They are still in his room and they have names on them! Of course, they might be heresy...
Pray, but that's a constant. I haven't been here long enough to know what's most in need of help.
Until then, keep the faith. I can't have any of you having doubts in this time. See me if you need to talk.
>The priest nods.
Commisar. Emperor be with you.
They have Names? What the hell are those things he was always buildi-
>Gets up and firm.
Welcome to the Informal Penance, Commissar. Delta Fifty Nine, Interrogator's Alice retinue, at your service.
Commissar, welcome aboard. I'm the Chief Medical Officer, Lieutenant Jackson. I'll have you know that you are now stationed on a great vessel. Almost no breakdown in the past.
I might have to agree with you trooper but don't say it around him
>the ship shudders as it slows down by several orders of magnitude
>the familiar face of Gospyria can be seen through the starboard viewports
We have arrived at Gospyria. Nyzart wishes to speak with your commanding officer on the surface. No one else is to leave orbit.
>almost out of view around the planet is the unmistakable silhouette of an Adeptus Astartes strike cruiser, though the glare makes it impossible to see any iconography
>two techpriests are working above the plasma reactor on the ship
>the seem to be yelling at each other in binary
You are wrong!!!
"I should file you for techeresy!!"
You cannot I am no heretic!!
"You have commited Techeresy and will be punished"
>the second throws a wrench in anger as he screams but he misses
>the wrench sails over the railing and smashes a console far below
>there is a loud grown as the lights flicker off in the entire ship and a few seconds later the red emergency lights dimly light the ships corridors
>The two techpriests stand their dumbfounded but the second one speaks up
"I will recognise that two and one half turns will work just as much as two. I suggest we leave now."
Agreed, we'll blame it on the armsmen.
>the two priests hurry away
>Cast a standard stern gaze across the various crew
Keen to see your hand at work.
>Perhaps it's suppressed nerves, uncommon for a Officio Prefectus, but he is oddly silent.
It is simple... "father". Those inquisition muppets love to put their nose in anyone else business, don't they? And pick up fights with everything and everyone. Now there is a one in three chances that these particular muppets are warp-bent on xeno hunting... and that means they could, theoretically, come up against Eldar. I wanna follow them anyway, just to be sure no one tries anything with my toys, but wouldn't they be bonus points if they actually manage to stumble upon a nest of filthy knife-eared bastards?
>Alice is drawn from her rest by the rare insistent puppy.
>raises her hands to try and ward off her 'assailant'.
>finally settles for petting the energetic puppy.
>scratches her behind the ears.
Alright Lira, I'm up, I'm up....
>sets Lira to the side and stumbles into the bathroom for a shower.
>notices an empty pill bottle.
What in the Emperor's name? Must be LIX's....
>finishes up and takes the bottle with her.
Okay, turns out it's not working as well as I thought......I might be sporadic.
Ah shit we have 3 conscious Inquisitorial Agents on this ship. They're all gonna barble at each other to proclaim themselves the commanding officer...
...Maybe the commissar should go...
Faith, trust in the Techpriests aboard.
>Planted a firm, gloved hand upon Jackson's shoulder before turning to the overall group
Who will be assuming command, I trust you had I leader before I?
>Slowly breaks into a small laughter.
Good, we'll play the game of the Vulture, we'll safely let them charge against any possible Eldar encounter from affar before descending to get our hands into the remains of our prey.
I'm proud of you Amelia, you're learning quickly to play the way of the deciever.
I pretended to be a sister of battle with no hint of psychic powers in front of astartes, inquisitors and commissars for three years straight. I may have learned a pair of things.
>lounges on a battered armchair
>still observing the young political officer
Ahhh... Lictors have a special kick... but yknow, I got especially drunk when I made some shine out of an Ork nob. I oughta find me one pretty soon.
>two troopers are on a lift heading to cargo bay 3
It's the best place to build a still, no one comes down here.
"I guess your right. It's alost completly empty. Just those huge containers... what's in them?"
I don't know.
>they approch the containers
>the power flicks off then the breaking of chains is heard and a large shape rips out of the think metal cage with large claws
What the hell is that?
"I don't know run!!"
>The two men run to the lift are start raising it as fast as it can go but it's two slow
>the large creature jumps on the lift and starts devouring the men
>the lift finnaly leaves the cargo hold with the creature still aboard
>it's headed up
>the sounds of three sets of claws on metal is heard coming up after the lift in the shaft
>Alice works the last of her Carapace into place as the lights flicker then grabs her Pulse Carbine, now repainted brown.
>dashes out of the room to find the rest of the crew.
Case in point. Definetly sporadic, might be best if I sit this one out.
Are you sure what would be in the crates would be that hostile? What did Jackson do to piss them off THIS MUCH?
We'll check them when we have a moment, right now we have to deal with our Necron Allies...
That would be our inquisitorial agents sir.
Interrogator Wellesley, Throne Agent Greely, Sanctioned Psyker Borgia and-
>Remembers Jackson did not state himself as an inquisitorial member.
-and Liutenant Jackson has been helping the Inquisition agents lead the regiment whilst we lacked a commissar to keep the mooks in check.
>Delta's comms flicker to life
LIX? I see that you've arrived. Would you be so kind as to send down Alice or Gary? Of course, you're always welcome to visit as well.
Alice's internet is still pooping itself
The Exterminatus and subsequent attacks have left our command structure less than stable, Commisar. I thank the Emperor that we have someone here to reestablish order.
>quickly reaches for his ear
>his eyes go wide
>he starts walking away at a quick pace
Deploy the men in blocking positions!! I'll head down and direct them myself. Contain this as much as possible.
why they are very special of coarse. You'll learn why soon
I just realized, this is not Jackson. Why Genestealers man? We already deal with them.
Also sorry Jacko, brain had a dumb and didn't notice the last line, thus making me think it was you.
>lurking deep in the shadows
>watches the beast get loose
Well, that solves that question. I wonder how much trouble it will cause...
>moves deeper into the dark
>ascends a shaft via a pipe
Respectfully Sir, Wada and I had been following the orders of a Sargent but we're not sure where he is right now sir, we were separated so have reported here for orders.
>the strike cruiser has maneuvered itself to orbit alongside the Informal Penance. The symbol it bears is that of a shield with a motley of colors inside it, surrounded by yellow
>the lift comes to a halt on a level all too familiar to everyone. It looks kinda like the level their all on now
>A set of giant claws rips through the door then lets out a massive roar to be heard by everyone on the level
>Three more slightly smaller ones claw through the lift floor and join the first
>they all start running down various hallways looking for a meal
It is me. These are not genestealers though. Think more deathclaw sized.
>Alice reaches the group and looks across those assembled, both old and new.
I see we have a Commissar now? 'bout bloody time.
Where's he off to in a hurry? What happened this time?
Tyranids were on Verasii's ship and I think it's.........the 4th time now, including that.
Also internet is doing it again. Might be best to just retcon Alice waking up and hope for the best.
>Cast a gaze of mild annoyance
You would be better informed than I, however if I find a shred of evidence pointing to the harboring of Xenos aboard this vessel.
>Interrupting himself to stride down after Jackson
>observes from a darkened grate
Hm... I should kill him, so that the beasts might break through and have the desired effect. But how to do so without their realising I'm here...?
Although Penal Regiment man, Heresy is to be expected even inside your water bottle.
>Pointing towards the elevator shaft doors that are being teared out from the inside.
>screams are heard throughout the level
>Jackson's men are running past with heavy weapons
>They seem to be running to the roars and screams
>they reach up to their ear piece every so often to respond to orders
>Starts praying loudly.
Stand, O warriors of the Emperor!
Let no despair fall upon thy blessed hearts!
Stand and fight!
For it is by thy sacrifice that thee shall be remembered!
Not mine! I bless all of my water before I drink it.
>Having followed the commotion is now faced with the rampage of a genestealer in a hallway filled with Humans
Emperor, guide my bolter...
>Muttering a chant under his breath, almost ragged he pulled the bolt pistol and chainsword, revving it as he shoots accusing glares at the men surrounding
Not a single step is to be taken back until that Xenos head is mounted upon the bridge!
>The booming voice of the Commissar could be heard by many nearby
Rolled 35 (1d100)
>Reaches for the Comm-bead as the Shaft doors begint to falter.
Jackson, tell me Medbay is secured.
Tell me the quarters are secured.
Hell tell me any part of the ship is. I don't want the unconscious, the wounded and the asleep to be attacked by surprise!
>One of the creatures turns a corner looking at the group
>it lets out a lout roar
>a second one comes barreling down a second corridor with a penal trooper hanging from it's mouth
>they both seem to have various las shots and bolt hits. The missing chunks are quickly starting to knit themselves together.
Their not genestealers. But now that one of you saw them you know what they look like
My bad, on phone right now, will be back on laptop soon, thought I saw something about genestealer
Finally a Guardsman with some guts, Emperor guide you.
Rolled 3 (1d20)
Alright they regen wounds.
>Unholsters the Neural Shredder.
Aim for the head. Fuck their brain.
>Aims towards one of the Lizards hoping that the Shredder will be enough to fry their brains out.
>over the vox
Yes it is. They seem to just be on your sector.
>moving of papers
Watch out they have a regeneration factor of seven. That's insane.
I'm looking for a weakness now.
yes 1d100 is for combat
Rolled 19 (1d20)
Well, here we fucking go.
>Huffs some frenzon getting worked up
My life for the emperor!
>charges one of the creatures attempting to stab upward under the chin with the bayonet on his shotgun.
Rolled 5, 13 = 18 (2d20)
>The boot merely bounces off
>the slug takes off a good portion of it's lower arm and claw but it's quickly coming back
no clue I've been told different every time the first roll is against delta the second for not an ork
THROUGH YOUR SERVICE YOU ARE FORGIVEN FOR YOUR SINS! DIE IN HIS NAME AND JOIN HIM IN PARADISE!
>Starts reciting from the Lectitio Divinitatus.
Yes, I know that won't do anything.
>the airlocks open as a storm eagle swoops in and lands.
>the doors open and five space marines exit, each wielding an eviscerator
Brothers, we must make our way to the command deck and destroy the foul xenos that threaten the crew.
>on the vox
Delta. I'm sealing all lifts to your floor so they can't escape.
Don't let them eat anything that's how they regenerate.
Why is all my information on paper?
>yelling to someone else
move those men to junction 3
Rolled 9 (1d20)
>Stabbing the beast multiple times in quick succession to keep it back and have time to talk.
Easier said than done! These things seem bloody notice any kind of damage!
>Keeps stabbing furiously
>the slash lands on it's face blinding its left eye
>the choppa finds some soft flesh between two bony plates
>the bolt rounds seem to be stunning the creature from the rapid hits.
>The massive shells from the ripper gun completely blast apart one of the creatures head and it falls over twiching
>Wakes up again after having a nightmare about a snow demon.
>Hears distant gunfire from outside, checks his weapon collection for his current favorites, and hits his comm
"This is Throne Agent Greely, I'm hearing Weapons fire from outside my quarters, i need a sitrep!"
Rolled 6 (1d20)
>Casts a gaze over his shoulder
Fight on, witness the strength of Humanity this day
>Turning back the Xenos he fires with the same blind faith as he swung the chainsword
Delta, I got it.
>ruffling of papers
You need to destroy the brain and the heart at the same time otherwise they just regenerate the other organ.
If they are anything before then it'll just grow back. You must destroy both. The heart is located behind the thickest plate on the chest almost dead center
>Greely hears a roar not too far from his left
The shiniest, Wada.
PRAISE THE EMPEROR, FOR HE GUIDES US TO VICTORY!
>Points at it.
DO NOT STOP UNTIL THE ALIEN IS DESTROYED!
"PREACH-Preacher Vimes here, xeno incursion! Situation under control for now, but it regenerates!
Rolled 12 (1d20)
>Hears the Comm and answers.
Me Wada. We fighting da Xeno.
>You hear the sound of a Ripper Gun go off.
>The Ogryn fires anoth clip from his Ripper Gun, after seeing the results.
Rolled 11, 12 + 5 = 28 (2d20 + 5)
>With a quick swing upwards, the blade Phases out of reality
I'm giving a +5 for thatto reach the heart behind the beast's natural armor and the attack's trajectory follows towards the brain.
>with a pained tearing sound, the elevator door on the command deck bursts open, spilling out five angry space marines wearing a patchwork of different armor marks and colors, they each wield an eviscerator and a jump pack
>readies his hellpistol
>Stows the hellpistol and readies the Gauss Flayer
Shit I muss the days when the shotgun would be enough. Speaking of
>Hits his comm
Rax! The shotgun I gave you is loaded with Executioner rounds! You will NOT miss!
>Turns it off
The things I to to inspire Morale... Those are expensive..
>Goes out into the corridor, Gauss flayer aimed down to the left
Rolled 12, 11 = 23 (2d20)
oh I guess I missed that, sorry
>Your attack would have done a lot of damage but a few ripper gun shots tore through it's face
>The shots are starting to go wide more that they hit.
>It seems to have smartened up and starts to dodge and aim for your sword
rolling to smash your weapon
>A much larger one, the Matriarch, starts running at you with the blood of several men on it's snout
the other is for regen
>Mildly surprised by the appearance of the Emperor's finest he pauses, giving enough time for a Xeno to be upon him.
Witness the Emperor's chos-
>An appendage smites his arm heavily before being blasted away by a Brothers fire, falling to his knees and grasping the wound, wargear falling to the floor
>The usual static of the ships internal speakers crackled to life
"Ah sorry about that listeners! Back once it is I! Guardsman Pete!
>Gunshots in the background
"We're currently orbiting Gospriya now and the ground temperature is a toasty 35 degrees and I'll be with you till the early evening!"
>Mic fades out and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dG1F89DetCM start's playing
>Mic cut's in
"Can I get a Rewind!"
>Record Scratches and start's playing from the beginning again.
Rolled 2 - 8 (1d20 - 8)
>the strike on it's heart misses by the smallest of margins but the face is almost split in two
>it is still attacking but is rather sluggish
>it takes a swing at the distracted commissar
Rolled 14 (1d20)
>Levels the Gauss Flayer at the charging... thing.. and fires
unless it already rushed him and knocked him down, in which case a -2 penalty seems reasonable
Rolled 8 (1d20)
>Dashes out to the commissar, grabbing him under the shoulders and pulling him back.
The Emperor has need of you still!
>Pulling the commissar out of the way.
Rolled 20 (1d20)
Dat negative tho.
>Easily moves closer to the Commissar to help pulling him away from the apparently blind beast.
>Holding him by the arm.
Commissar, these beasts regen anything unless their brain and heart are out at the same time. We might need some heavier weapons.
Rolled 16, 9, 5, 5, 18 = 53 (5d20)
>Assault Sergeant Behrend swipes at the Matriarch with his eviscerator while his battle brothers hold off any approaching lizard things
No bolters here, only chainsaw greatswords.
Rolled 3 (1d20)
>The Ogryn tries to fire his Ripper Gun, before realizing that his clips are empty. He starts to hold his Ripper Gun like a club and runs up to the lizard.
Emperor... am here!
>Trying to stand he doesn't spare much attention for the attacking Xeno
>Being picked up by the two helping significantly as he is pulled away just in time. Fighting against them slightly.
Leave me... do we have any Melta weapons aboard, we may need to support the Astartes.
Rolled 20, 16, 20 = 56 (3d20)
>the shot vaporizes a good chunk of the shoulder but the charge still goes through
>it takes a mighty swing at Greely before the marines collide with it.
>In his drugged up state he doesn't notice he's attacking the arms not the torso
if only that was an attack
The marines start ripping at the beast but mostly find the strikes hitting the bony plates only a few hit some key arias
the other two are regen
"What is this CRAP? We're in a firefight and he plays lullabies?"
"Space Marines? Where do you guys keep coming from? Did Don Chango send you boys?"
"Something like that, if it's absolutely necessary. Don't want to hole something vital if we can av->>45008981
>WHAM! The throne agent goes flying into a wall, but seems more pissed off than actually hurt as the autosanguine does it's work.
"Got my own healing factor...asshole.."
Rolled 8 + 2 (1d20 + 2)
>the one on the ground hes regenerated it's head and is trying to stand
>the one that Delta had slashed is looking almost perfectly fine. seems he ate more that the others
>The Matriarch turns to swipe at the Marines
>Pushes himself free of support, leaning against a wall as he applies pressure to his wound.
Repairs can be made to steel, though not as easy to flesh.
>Looking toward the Preacher.
My pistol, Preacher.
"Now as promised on yesterdays show I have gift from Ozymandias Buckingham Jr III himself to thank all of you for the hard work you put in to making his wedding a magical moment"
>sounds of DJ pete moving round the studio and dropping some things before the sound of OBJ reading A Tale of Two Cities is heard.
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief........."
>Part way through the sound of door opening and quiet whisper shout is heard
"They don't like do something else!"
>The DJ get's back on the mic
"Who else remembers that game saving interception made by OBJ in last years Ultra Bowl?!?!?!! Let's remember it together with the song played on that day!"
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DOcHZjMKBL8 start's playing
Probably in the armory sir, but that's on another level.
My Phase Sword seems to have done some damage on that one, but I didn't manage to pierce deep enough to hit both the heart and the brain.
Rolled 12 (1d20)
>Stands up, in the middle of the chaos, spreading his arms wide.
STAND FIRM, SOLDIERS! THE SONS OF THE EMPEROR STAND WITH US! CRUSH THE ALIEN SCUM! FOR THE EMPEROR!
>He passes him the pistol, hand shaking ever so slightly.
>Snatches up the Pistol, giving it a quick once over before his eyes seem to light up somewhat
Do you entrust your life to the Emperor, wholly and fully?
>He seems to have pulled a Krak grenade from his belt, must have been requisitioned before deployment.
" Hey, you're a Commisar, did Verasii send for you?"
"At this point I'd prefer silence, but at least it's not that crap from earlier."
>Draws his hellpistol, the Gauss flayer having been knocked out of reach.
"Just gotta wait for the world to stop spinning."
>His head's cut a little.
Rolled 9, 7 = 16 (2d20)
Speaking of the devil.
>Runs towards the previously slashed Deathclaw.
Missed me baby?
>Gets even angrier
WHY AREN'T THEY HELPING!?!
>Tries to repeat the manouver from last time.
Without bonus because the beast will probably see this coming.
Rolled 13, 1 = 14 (2d20)
>heavy las fire, and the occasional heavy weapon shot along with shouting is closing from a nearby corridor
>the shots start doing quite a bit of damage to it
rolling for your luck
is that on or off?
>it takes another mighty swing at the remaining marines
>it seems to realize that Delta is a major threat and swiftly pimp slaps her across the room
>Grimacing he pulls himself to standing, managing to somewhat level his pistol into the fray
Introductions can be done when the Xeno has fallen.
>Hobbling to her side he thrusts the Krak grenade into her hand.
Make it count.
>Exits out of a private quarters room off to the side and walks through the combat with a pair of head phones on listening to the radio while doing paper work as he walks away
>Dodges a attack from one the lizards, doesn't break stride or look up
"Sorry not today, I'm extremely busy."
"Five-Niner! He's wide open!"
>Greely's autosanguine gets to work on the headwound, but he's still got the wind knocked out of him
given the response order, i'm assuming one
Rolled 2 + 5 (1d20 + 5)
>the slashes are doing tremendous damage but it's not going deep enough to score a kill
>it lets out a billowing roar
>the final creature leaps at the cluster of marines from behind
+5 for sneak
Rolled 16 (1d20)
>Instead of being slapped away the Callidus Assassin uses the slapping arm as a platform to get closer to the beast's face.
>Tries to jog the live crack grenade down into it's throat.
>She closes the eye closest to the manouver and half-closes the other one knowing this might, and most likely will hurt.
Emperor presserve me...
>A phone ringing jingle is played
"Trooper Gladraw has been in touch with the show, boys and girls! He has a message for his family back home that he didn't kill that cat and it was Bludro who took the money from mums draw not him."
>DJ Pete then whispers in mic
"Psst Gladraw I've only got 1/8 ball at the moment but it's top quality meet me in the crew quarters after the show and as for that other stuff I've never heard of it.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N8i5NLyXZdc fades in
"If you want to request a song like Gladraw did or send a message home get in contact with us via any comm link on the ship or come visit us in person on deck 16B!"
>Bubble noises from a water pipe as the mic fades into the song.
nah just assume the one applied to both. dumb lizards.
>The blast shreds through the chest and blasts the head across the room with a loud splat.
>Delta only receives a few small bone shards in her lower arms
>Breaks a short grin, arms hanging weakly at his sides as the explosion echoes. Tearing the cloth strung around his waist he binds the wound as best he can.
Rolled 3 (1d20)
>starts getting up, still woozy.
>Puts away the hellpistol, recognizing he's in no shape to shoot, and unhooks the powersword from his magbelt.
>Slowly begins moving towards one of these lizard fuckers, escrimador stance improving as more time passes, and unchambers the sword from over his shoulder and brings it overhead towards the xeno's neck in a / chopping motion, rechambering it on his left shoulder.
-2 for still being dizzy
Rolled 1, 14 + 5 = 20 (2d20 + 5)
>Rex is barely holding on as Gladraw fires shell after shell into it.
rolling to swipe the both off
>the smaller creature is ripped apart by the combined weight of the slashes
rolling for The Matriarch regen(+5)
>Falls down to the ground yelping in pain.
Shit, frack, Warp Damn it that hurts!
>She slowly gets up holding her arm.
Ugh! Sma- Smash that head that went flying! Make sure it doesn't regenerate again!
... Why it must always be the emperor-damned fracking arm...?
Ah, frack it after what I've seen working side by side with us by now I don't really care if you're greenskin, ogryn or tyranid or wathever. Welcome to the regiment, I won't tell anyone.
Rolled 11 (1d20)
>Raising his bolt pistol far in the back, actually taking time to level and aim the gun he pulls the trigger rhythmically.
It isn't finished!
>It's jaws clamp down on the reinforced sphess metal used in augmentations. It's not coming off, but Greely's getting swung around pretty good.
"This is just ~hurls~ not my day!"
>between Gladraw destroying the heart and Rex liquefying the brain the creature falls over dead
Now only the Matriarch is left with a Greely arm it it's mouth. Would you like to lose the right or left?
>Surprisingly enough the Callidus Assassin's head is tough enough to not even notice the sheer force the ork is putting into each tap.
>That somehow made her feel appreciated for once outside of her relationship with Alice though.
Good... now just... just help me get up, Emperor damn it why it's always the sword's arm?
>Music fades out, AIR HORNS
"New Music ALERT fans!"
"Taylor Shwifty has dropped a new huge tune"
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-ORhEE9VVg starts fading in
"A reminder if you want to be on the show you gotta get up here before 2000 on deck 16B!"
Rolled 14 (1d20)
Guardsman, fetch that... "Burner".
That man currently being swung around by his arm may have one, but as you can see he is indisposed at the moment.
>Returning to firing repeatedly
Rolled 19 (1d20)
[spoilers]Dude it's a reinforced space alloy type thing. It's not coming off so easy. That said, Greely is not in a good spot. I'd imagine it's got a hold of his left (cannon) arm and could probably grab him and use it's hands to pull it free of the socket, if I don't land this next sword strike[/spoiler]
>Greely pulls up and thrusts the power sword st the creature's throat
-4 penalty awkward position/disoriented
Rolled 16 + 3 (1d20 + 3)
Between the club to the head and the precise shots it is forced to drop Greely.
rolling for how much damage the bite caused to it.
>the head plops off and the liquid brain pours out the back of the skull
>The strike lands and rips open the neck spilling blood all over Greely as he falls to the floor
also if you want to add a negative modifier you need to put 1d20+-4
>Can't help but give a smile
Excellent work Guardsman, a shining example, now finish this fight for the Imperium!
>Is back to leaning against the wall, blood escaping the bound wound and leaking down his coat.
>Collapses to the ground after being dropped, but starts propping himself on his left arm. The buster has large bite marks over it. It's probably not a good idea for him to fire it right now.
>enters back in the room with a pair of welding gogglez and a large cigar in his mouth.
IT MAY BE BIG BUT I'M THE BIGGEST!
>Presents a abnormaly large Burna with a crude mouth painted on the nozzle
Rolled 1 (1d20)
>the bleeding Matriarch turns to swing at it's clubbing attacker
Well this one is still alive it's just getting bashed and stabbed and shot.
Rolled 6 - 2 (1d20 - 2)
>Crawls over to the Gauss Flayer and snatches it, continuing to backpedal before taking a shot with it. He's still disoriented but wants this fight over.
"As always all invitations to the studio exclude all members of engineering, I'm not letting those freaks near me again!"
"News is coming in that we have a infestation in the lower decks."
>Ruffles paper followed by a loud bang,
"In galactic news There have been reports of dark eldar raiding partys on the outer fringes of the system."
"In sports the Praetorian Predators have been having the worst season in their history and is blamed on their trade of their star line back OBJ with the inquisition for a predator tank.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UclCCFNG9q4 fades in
if anyone can hit something we had one roll over 10
>the fire is missing somehow... twice
>only one man is able to land a solid hit on the creature
>The clubbing isn't as effective on the Bony plates
rolling to slash at the marines
Rolled 20 (1d20)
Emperor damn it
>Seeing her phase blade's arm is hurt and filled with pieces of bone and her neural shredder is not loaded, LIX grabs a holt of her Boltgun and aims for the beat's head.
Rolled 1 (1d20)
[/spoiler]clearly the fire just isn't catching[/spoiler]
>Gets up into a crouch-firing position. Although he is no longer disoriented, he is pissed and fires at the creature as soon as he has a bead on it
[spoiler[no more penalties.[/spoiler]
>The face visibly cracks from the force of the hit
>good news you hit something. bad news you harmlessly hit a marines shoulder
The concentrated bolt rounds cause the head to explode into gory bits
>Gets logged in the neck
>it is the most spectacular miss ever witnessed
>The concentrated smashing and ripper shells rip apart the torso and the heart inside.
>The Gauss Flayer powers down for some strange reason.
>"Well, shit.. I know these things don't use ammo. Perhaps it just needs to recharge. I hope."
>Pins the xeno gun back to his magnetic belt, and goes to whip out the hellpistol, when he remembers the buster.
Rolled 2, 13 = 15 (2d20)
>Walks over the beast's body.
>Empties magazine on its chest hoping to get rid of the heart.
>After that, Unsheathes the phase blade and given the arm hurts to lift, she let's herself fall with it over the beast's chest.
I'M TAKING NO FUCKING CHANCES!
>Made his way carefully over to where his Chainsword had been, now under a dead Xeno.
>Pulling it from underneath as best he can he just about heaves it out to show that it had been crushed, rendered inoperable by the corpses weight.
A wound and a broken sword.
>Scowling he vented by kicking the handle of the sword before storming off toward the soldier that had the Xeno's head
>the men run around the corner carrying flamers a melta gun and Hellguns
>looks over at the corpses
It seems that you all handled them quite nicely.
>taps his comm-bead
Sector cleared, all four accounted for. Dead. Orders?
"Well, I guess that's that. Except one question. What the fuck were these things?"
>Greely hits his comm
"I need a team of men down here to get these things to the medbay stat. Jackson can figure out what the feth these things were, and where they came from. And I need a techpriest who knows Volkite Weaponry, if we have one."
Street names ALREADY, captcha?
>Quickly steps into the conversation.
What the major means is that the interrogator is not avaliable right now.
>"NOT AWAKE? GOD DAMN IT SHE'S YOUR SUPERIOR OFFICER, THE MARINE DOESN'T NEED TO KNOW IF SHE'S AWAKE, ASLEEP, DEAD, ALIVER OR BREATHING AT ALL, IF SHE'S NOT AVALIABLE SHE'S NOT AVALIABLE PERIOD!"
IKR, just don't look for street names, any street sign non-censored by a blur will do, even stop signs. It works for me.
That would be Throne Agent greely, Liutenant Jacksor or even the Commissar himself, they all kind of are in charge at the same time given they're the head agents of different departments, organizations or ordos, m'lord.
That would probably be me. Unless Gary is registered with the guard rather that the inquisition.
>Walks up with another 40 men who start picking up the pieces of the creatures.
Bring them to the Incinerator. leave nothing.
Sorry about that chaps, I -THINK- my net may be somewhat stable now.....
>Alice stumbles down the corridor with a hand at her forehead and the other on the wall for support.
>looks around in suprise at the dead and injured Guardsmen, the Space Marines and the -hopefully- dead enemies.
What in the name of the Warp happened? I would say you got hit harder than Cadia.....but that would be a horrible lie.
>Hears a voice over his comm
"Greely. Has been long time. How have been things?"
"Very Interesting, Inquisitor. We had a bunch of space lizards attack us just now, and Space Marines want to speak with whoever is in charge. No, I don't recognize the chapter."
i understand we're back at gospyria, if wrong, i'll redact this.
it's mechanical, no need
That would probably be me. Unless Gary is registered with the guard rather that the inquisition.
>Walks up with another 40 men who start picking up the pieces of the creatures.
Bring them to the Incinerator. leave nothing. Then mop up the blood.
Ah, yes. Do you require a moment to get your chain of command in order?
>Muttering to himself.
People died, and you're bickering over who's in command and insulting each other.
>Speaks to the room in general.
Please. A moment of silence for the dead.
HA! HA! HA!
So are we fine with this level of security breach? I mean giant lizards, space marines jumping from elevator tubes really shitty security staff. Are we cool with all this?
Don't bother Mi'Lord, I'll deal with whatever you require.
>looks around once again at the madness before her.
It seems that I was rendered unable to help with.....this.
I may as well do -something- useful now and assist you with whichever issues you may have.
>interrupts jackson's people as they begin mucking with the bodies.
"Excuse me, I'm trying to figure out where these things came from. I already sent Jackson a prime specimin, so if you please?"
Oh, sorry bout that padre. It just happens when you're too used to death.
>doffs his beret
Rest eternal grant unto them, O Emperor, and let light perpetual shine upon them.
>Grumbles under his breath, leaving the conversation
>Approaching behind the Preacher
They perished for the Emperor, such is the cost of our service.
>Grimacing and holding the raggedly bound wound.
>Barging his way through the crowd toward Greely he speaks as if commanding attention
Commissar Victus, I assume this vessel is equipped with the means of contacting the Departmento Munitorum?
Yeah you can do that.
I'll check on Delta
>walks over to help remove the bone spikes from her arms.
They're Ripper lizards. From...
>looks at a data slate
Berathia. Someone broke their containment cell and they escaped.
>Frowns even more.
If this becomes a monicker I'm killing all of you one by one!
>Walks off to a corner close to Alice so she can overhear the conversation and be there to report if needed.
>Begins to remove the bone shrapnel attached to her arm.
>The door opens
>The room is tiny and is almost filled entirely with a Emperors Children's Dreadnought.
>The previous song ends and a chirpy sounding DJ Pete start's talking
"Listen's DJ Pete here and I'm joined by a special little trooper, no idea who he is, but he's special to me!"
"So trooper what's your name and where you from?"
>Gladraw notices that the dreadnought is talking into the mic.....
I imagine it would be. You'd have to ask Alice, she's more familiar with the Militaria aspects.
>Starts taking picts and samples
"Jackson, what aren't you telling me? Why do we have a bunch of pissed off space lizards in containment?"
>Overhears and makes a note to inquire about their services later
Interrogator Wellesley of the Ordo Malleus at your service.
I am honoured to make....your.....
>mouths the word 'clients' while her expression changes to one of confusion.
.....acquaintance. Perhaps we should speak in private?
>Alice gestures towards the bridge area, which has several meeting rooms.
Well they were needed for a few experiments and tests on Somerius then they were accidentally moved back aboard when I said evacuate everything. Then containment was breached and they escaped.
>Found his way to the bridge, taking a large plasteel nail from a nearby toolbox and hammering it with his bolt pistol through the Xeno's head he had been given, pinning it near the door.
Burn the heretic. Kill the mutant. Purge the unclean.
>He mutters to himself before folding himself into a seat nearby, peeling back his blood sodden clothing to reveal the rather deep wound
Well said. Amen.
A cost that must be paid. The Emperor has His plan for all of us, and they're deaths were required in that plan.
>Splashes a bit of water from a flask into his hand, anointing each fallen guardman's forehead.
>Stands up and bows his head.
In the name of the Emperor, Upon-His-Throne, you have given your lives, and through your service you will join Him in heaven.
If I may ask a small inconvenience of you sir, would it overly trouble you to bring an additional Brother along?
My own.....'bodyguard', will most likely insist on coming along, she is rather dedicated to her 'assignment'.
>Alice gestures for LIX to follow as she starts marching towards one of the aforementioned meeting rooms
Very well. Brother Klaus! You've just been chosen to receive the honor of guarding the interrogator here.
>now that the adrenaline has died down, Behrend has a substantial amount of mirth in his voice
Once I finish disinfecting her wounds she can catch up.
Pain, depression, or addiction relief?
I'm the Chief Medical Officer. I have access to almost anything.
"Inquisitor Verasii, I have an urgent communique for you."
"Inquisitor Verasii. I understand you authorized xeno assistance in the Somerius Incident, is this true?" The astropath speaks in a strong voice which is not his own.
>Authorized no such thing
"Yes. Whatever they did, I authorized."
"Are you mad, Verasii?"
"It was the most expedient option, Lord Inquisitor."
"Try explaining that to the Monodominants. The Future of the Imperium and it's Dominion requires us to secure allies of any sort, and it's something that a lot of people don't appreciate. So we have to ease into these kinds of things rather than go charging in. You know this."
"Yes, I do, Lord Inquisitor. Desperation clouded my judgement."
"There's already talk of Tribunal over this. I've been able to cover for you before, but this may be too much."
"Do you know by any chance who is talking of tribunal?"
"You already know. I told you the Istvaanites wouldn't tolerate you declaring Open Season on them."
"So most of those at tribunal will be Istvaanites. Is good to know. Plan is already forming."
"Whatever it is, it better be good. Lord Inquisitor Klymmert, out."
But Greely does not. This should account for Verasii being busy right now, though.
>When he hear's Savlar. Pete plays some coughing sound effects by hitting buttons on his sound desk using the artillery pieces he calls arms.
"Your going to need speak up for the listeners buddy!"
>Pete turn's his torso 180 degrees nearly taking Gladraws head off with one of his arms and boasts Gladraws mic and then turns 180 degrees back and leans foward toward gladraw bringing their eyes (masks eyes) level.
"Growing up on Savlar must of been tough, care to talk about it"
>Pete nudges the mic closer to Gladraw with one of his 'arms'
>Hand shaking he pulls a small vial from his belt, knocking it back and letting loose a low groan.
Little taste of home.
>Laying his head back over his chair he does his best to drown out the sound of chatter and work upon the Bridge.
Err.....my apologies Mi'Lord, I think in my current....err...'state' I misspoke, I ask not for myself, but rather for the sake of fairness, two members of the Inquisition and two members of your Chapter is all.
But no matter.
>continues to lead Brothers Behrend and Klaus towards the meeting room.
>Shortly arrives and hold the door open for the pair of Astartes, along with her 'Bodyguard'.
>Diplomatically pretends to ignore the mention of depression medication.
>sticks a hand in her pocket to grasp the empty bottle she grabbed eariler.
Sure. Their's no shame in it. Take one whenever you feel too sad, but no more than 4 times a day.
>hands her a bottle of pills. inside their is also a note. it reads, "We need to talk about Alice. You have knowledge and I might have a way to keep her safe."
"Hmm. Well, could you show me the containment they escaped from?"
"That will be all, Wada. You did well. Actually, Wada, if you see Rax around here - The fellow who calls everyone milord or milady - ask him if i could get my shotgun back. I'll get him another and let him keep the Executioner rounds. Throne knows he needs a confidence boost. It's not an urgent matter, though."
>has observed the fight from the darkness
Well, that was amusing. And it seems our quarrying becoming dependent on drugs. This could be used....
>the lenses of Amalek's helm twinkle maliciously
>Severely dulled he hears the unmistakeable sound of Chapter armour, tossing the vial far from him and trying to make himself look presentable for the moment they pass past the bridge on their way.
It's cargo hold 3. I already have some men down their. Seems like some troopers went in their for some reason and the Rippers clawed their way outta containment.
>You're unsure if it's the expression's for the pills, for saying there's a way to keep Alice safe or both.
>Is obviously unaware of this.
Simply stands firm behind Alice, keeping watch.
Are you well Commissar? Were you injured in the fighting that I regrettably missed?
>Alice seems oblivious of Victus' injuries, although her expression shows genuine concern regardless.
>makes his way to Cargo Hold 3.
>hits his comms on the way
"Inquisitor, have you ever heard of Ripper Lizards from Berathia? Or why they might be used for experiments?"
I assume these are what we talked about in the steam group?
>Wada muffles a "Yes" and shuts the Comm off.
>The Ogryn makes his Way towards the Quarters, while taking a small Box out of his Pockets.
Wad are thes´?
>Wada mistakes OBJs Cigars for Ammonition.
>his right augmetic eye whirrs
I reckon not. Sorry, I only learned pretty recently that Commissars don't come out of the schola all soft as lilies. Still pretty hard to shake that idea, coming from where I do.
Commissar. You're wounded, let me help.
>starts pouring disinfectant on the wound and bandaging it.
yup. They have qualities that are highly desirable
>Cranes his head to look at the Interrogator
Success is measured in blood; yours or the enemy's.
>Bowing his head lightly
>He extends a gloved hand
>extends his battered, calloused hand to accept handshake
Yep. Necromunda huh? I've heard tell about it being a rough place. Kinda like the jungle, but in concrete. I think we'll get along fine, son.
>Initially pulls his arm away from the man, before recognizing his face and relaxing
Wouldn't happen to know how to contact the Departmento Munitorum from this vessel, Lieutenant?
Main difference being, it's the man trying to kill and eat you, rather than the mutant.
>Rounds a corner
"Anna? A Throne Agent? Are you sure you're not jumping the gun there?"
>Begins progressing towards the hold
"Well, damn. You have a solution in mind. What's our part in it?"
>Arrives at the hold itself
"Nothing, huh. Well, that sounds like a plan, I guess. I'm at the cargo hold where these things were being kept. I'll let you know when I know. On an unrelated note, do you know anyone who can fix Volkite Weapons?"
>There is a torrent of profanity so loud the guards in the hold can hear it. He deactivates his comm and begins looking for clues.
The Astropath should be available if you wish to transmit a message Commissar. Now, please excuse me, business must be attended to.
Commissar, Trooper Lawzom.
>Alice nods to Victus and Gary in turn before heading towards the room.
Yes, my apologies, was just making sure our new arrival was.....relatively well.
>walks into the room and takes one of the middle seats.
Well, it's a toxic atmosphere hellhole, but we don't really get to pick our homeworlds I guess.
I.....I, I can't believe this, we have one of you on board, why weren't you fighting the outbreak?
Oh err, forgot to mention, went with Trooper Lawzom and not Major Lawzom because wasn't sure if Gary would keep(His choice) his Major's rank after he became one of them there Stormies.
>Wada arrives in his Quarters and puts the Box on the Table, before looking for Clips for his Ripper Gun. After a Minute, he shoulders his Ripper Gun and leaves the Room.
Now where Rax...?
The Ogryn decided to check the other Quarters first.
>takes a seat opposite her
My chapter has been summoned to Gospyria to take part in a mission in exchange for a group of five thunderhawks and a gene-seed incubator. You are already familiar with our employer.
>their's twenty men in the hold looking around the large crates they were stored in and the blood splatters are being photographed
>inside the crates there is broken chains and collars
>Nodded toward the Inquisitor before turning back to the man mending his arm
My Chainsword was destroyed in the fighting, figured now was the time to put in the request for a Munitorium pattern sword.
"Jackson? Are you there? I've got some crazy info for you."
>looks at the wall where a panel was deliberately ripped off with inhuman strength and fiddled with.
"The Door was sabotaged from inside. Yeah, whoever or whatever did this meant to do it. Is there any chance these ripper things might be sapient?"
The Phaeron has not permitted us to land on his world, citing inquisitorial suspicion. However, we have been invited to teleport to the planet to discuss terms, and he has requested that we bring you.
>The Dreadnought puts on a new song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i5PZQMwL7iE
>It then stands up clearly much larger than the door and shrugs it's Hellfire plasma cannons.
"you tell me!"
>it says in a sarcastic tone
Wise of him, well I'm not going to say no to that.
Do you wish to join me LIX? I require my retinue to remain here, however as my 'bodyguard', you're free to come along.
>Alice turns to LIX and offers a reassuring smile.
>She's wary now, there's potential danger in going alone down there. Allies or not, the Necrons are still Necrons, and these marines are heretics, mercenaries, her levels of confidence to the whole situation weren't very high, but now are even lower.
I know people and I am quite good at getting supplies when I need them. Even in bulk.
They are not sapient. They are quite smart but far from sapient.
The threat of the Ruinous Powers is constant. Against such a challenge some see no choice but to join our enemies. The path of heresy is far too common, a result of lack of faith. Those who turn to heresy see only the daemons of the warp, and forget that the Emperor's light is more powerful still, that against it the enemies of the Imperium have no chance of victory.
There are those among you who think that by allying ourselves with the aliens, these Necrons, we have given up our faith in the Emperor. But that is not true. He knows all, can see the heart and mind of every human from upon His Throne. He knows that you have faith in Him. He knows that we cooperate with the aliens on our terms, had planned for it when He set the path for each and every one of you. Keep the faith. Abhor the alien. The Emperor will guide us through. May He be with us all.
If you must, although I must say I'm.....saddened that you didn't just talk to me.....But we will discuss this later.
Vimes is 10/10 Preacher.
10/10 would praise the emperor and REMOVE CHAOS with.
>The Ogryn thinks for a Moment, before replying.
Greely says keep rounds, but give gun back....
Or keep gun... give rounds back? Give gun and rounds? Or keep...
Greely want´s see you.
What do you mean? Zog?
The Ogryn tries to remember where he heard such a phrase before.
>The room clears as guardsmen line up in front of Vimes, receiving a blessing and a sprinkling of water.
Trooper. Here for a blessing?
Oh stop it. You'll make me blush.
>shifting from foot to foot the Ork mutters a few words to Mork hoping his cunning brutality will help him
>or was it Gork?
I mean sod off ya daft git
>he starts to laugh nervously
Nevermind, we'll discuss it later. Just hurry yourself to the Astartes Strike Cruiser.
>Alice stands and salutes Behrend.
I shall be along momentarily.
>heads off towards the Cruiser in question.
Sword, Munitorium pattern. Imperial methods only. Remember, Truth is Subjective.
>With that he stands, disregarding if the Medic had finished or not, tapping the Xeno's head he had pinned to the wall as he left.
"The Security panel was ripped off and someone cut the green wire leading to the door. I'd say these creatures definitely had the strength to do this."
"And while you're taking orders, I need a new shotgun for Rax. One that can handle Executioner Rounds."
>Runs to deal with her afformentioned matters.
>Passes by >>45011897 's area.
I don't have time to stop if you want to speak with me just keep up!
>She seems to be moving somewhere over the crews quarters.
Think wanted to go to cargo holds?
>Wada sighs. His rather inept Ogryn Memory failed him today more than usual. The Ogryn fumbled with his Comm-bead and tried to reach Greely.
Hello... Sir? Got Rax next to me.
>Wada nods and wonders if he should return to the Mess Hall.
>nods and follows close behind
you sure you ain't gonna tell none of the ummies? I know I ain't very orky for doin this but I heard a lot bout this Emprah git ooh's got all you lot followin 'im I just had to see for me self.
>Seems a bit baffled by this development.
"Tell him he can keep the ammo, but I need the shotgun itself back. I'm working on getting him a new piece that can handle those things."
"Yes it does. At first I thought the Emperor's Children would have done this, but that just doesn't make sense."
"Oh, and Jackson? Have someone keep an eye on those Astartes. Yeah, Verasii says they're shady. Throne knows none of the regiment regulars are up to the task."
>Voice can barely be heard as he makes his way down the hall
>Eventually arriving mid-service he stands in the corner of the assumed makeshift onboard chapel.
All well, Guardsman?
>Taps a few things on a data slate then the starting of machinery is heard in the bowels of the ship
I'll put some of my men to watch them. You have any information on them?
Yeah, don't worry about it, you're not the first Xeno that helps this regiment for whathever reasons, as long as you don't cause trouble your secret is safe.
>They arrive before a door.
>The assassin quickly enters her quarters, fills Lira's bowls of food and water and gets a set of flowers out of the closet.
>Not just Any flowers, Somerian Flowers.
>Quickly sprints towards the Morgue.
Besides, we could use some raw strength, be it Ogryn, Xeno, Psychical, Religious or...
>Something got her attention on her way to the morgue through medbay.
>She stops before a room.
>Silently opens the door, and takes a single flower.
>Leaves it by Anna's side.
>Leaves the room, back on her sprint towards the morgue... silently...
>The ogryn apologized and closed the Comm.
>Wada grins and looks back at rax.
You keep Ammo, but give Greely shotgun. He gets you a new one.
>Wada waves good bye towards Rax and walks out of the Quarters, towards the Mess hall.
>suddenly, the psyker opens her eyes wide. She doesn't moves, just clenches her fists a few times, thinking of that weird noise she hears but whose nature can't quite figure.
Heart beating. Head feels feels numb but working. Hit points total, positive.
And I thought it was the good time. Back in one pie-
>Anna raises her head a bit, enough to see where the noise originates. She stops moving her fingers, and so stops the noise
Almost one piece.
>Motions with his hands
Dominus noster, Imperator-Deus, te absolvat; et ego auctoritate ipsius te absolvo ab omni vinculum haeresis et interdicti in quantum possum et tu indiges.
>Sighs, seeing that the two are the only ones left.
I administered last rites to twelve. I don't know how many those things ate.
>A Carapace armoured Trooper bearing Inquisitorial Insignia jogs down the corridor to match speed with Victus.
>In one hand he holds the a Powersword of the requested model, in the other a box of Bolt Shells.
I believe you required equipment Commissar? Courtest of our Interrogator.
>offers both items to Victus with a nod.
>one of the medical staff cleaning the room looks over to Anna then keeps cleaning.
>the staff member quickly does a double take then hits a nearby button and rushes to her side.
How are you feeling?
Oh that's great. Now I gotta... Greely, Anna's awake.
>he quickly hurries to medbay.
>Having almost forgot it was a Penal Regiment
Your performance was admirable. Less Frenzon, more faith and I would make considerations to recommend you for the Eagle Ordinary.
Only in death does duty end, correct, Priest?
Pain cleanses the body, and I have bore plenty today. Prayer would do my soul well.
>Glances over his shoulder, rather surprised as the expedience of a Penal legions requisition skills. Sheathing the new blade and storing the bolts away before he joins the service.
>Enters the morgue.
Jackson, I'm about to send Omicron's body down to gospyria, you can tell the Somerian survivors that we'll bury their watcher... tonight, in a few hours... on the same place we found him for the first time...
>Quickly goes back to the transport cruiser carrying a sarcophagus which contains a certain Eversor Assassin's body.
Jackson will be around shortly. There was a problem that arose not too long ago.
Roger. I'll relay it.
>is in a full sprint to the medical wing.
moving to mobile
Aye Mi'Lord, shouldn't take my 'Bodyguard' too long to arrive, in theory.
>waits until the pair, along with any additional brothers are further down the corridor towards their destination.
Mi'Lord, I would have a Brother or two watch this lot, several of them will probably be up to no good.
Didn't we find Omi on Cadia? Because we found him with the Tank and I swear we got that on Cadia........or did we? I forget...
We found the metal slug abandoned in Gospyria, based Omi-kun living in it.
>Walks into the ship, leaving the Sarcophagus to rest on a side.
>She taps it once and doesn't remove her hand from it, as if praying in silence, for a few seconds.
I'm ready to go, ma'am...
Yes, although if you are in a browser like me you won't be able to enter it.
"Remember that Pendant!!"
Alright, ask Jackson about the gun I wanted him to get you whenever.
Fuck I have to go to Virginia tomorrow and pick up my mother's goddamn dogs for the week And I was gonna watch X-files tonight.
They died in his name and so will be welcomed. Why do you ask?
Only in death does our path lead to Him. Pray with me.
>Bows his head.
The Emperor is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my rock, in Him I take refuge; my shield, and my horn of salvation, my high tower. The blades of Khorne compassed me, and the plagues of Nurgle assailed me. The plots of Tzeentch surrounded me; the depravities of Slaanesh confronted me. In my distress I called upon the Emperor, and cried unto my God; from His Throne He heard my voice, and my cry came before Him unto His ears. "Praised," I cry, "is the Emperor," and I am saved from mine enemies.
Sorry, switched over from mobile.
>After a few moments, Alice would presumably find herself and her companions on the surface of Gospyria.
>Where on Gospyria isn't immediately clear.
Err, Nightmare'll be getting you, my Client was being pissy.
May he rule on Terra, throughout the galaxy, and in heaven, for ever and ever. Amen.
Thank you for being here Commissar. The men sorely need you. Have you sorted out the chain of command as of yet?
Thanks for the invite, happy, joy-py
>He raises his head upon the end of the prayer, replacing the cap upon
I shant fight for control in face of the Ordo Malleus, however I would believe myself to be her second. Unfortunately the Catachan Major doesn't seem to recognize that, yet.
Have you been with this regiment long, Priest?
No, I just joined on Somerius. Only a short time before the Exterminatus.
The Catachan is a good man. He looks out for his men. His only problem, as far as I can tell, is a lack of proper respect for authority. In my opinion, he raises morale more than he detracts from the hierarchy, and he gets his job done.
>Having also finished his prayers, Harper turns to address Vimes and Victus, saluting both.
Actually sirs, command of the Regiment falls to Throne Agent Greely, along with his Inquisitor, Verasii of the Ordo Xenos.
The Malleus 'Detachment' is here mainly because this Regiment seems to encounter Daemons in unusually high numbers.
It appears he has a negative impression of Commissars, one that I disproved today. I will have his respect and thus the Emperor will have his undying loyalty.
>Clearing his throat he continues
I'm also glad for your presence, I hope I can count on your unbias testament if any evidence of foul play is witnessed. I've already seen many violations of Imperial Law.
>He cocked his brow at the mention of more Inquisitors
Never before have I seen so many Inquisitors in one place. My resignation of command to the Ordo Malleus would extend to the both of them it seems.
We tried to save it but you were really banged up. We managed to save your arm but
>Jackson hit her on the back of the head
Don't scare me like that.
Oh yes. It's on itsale way.
Don't touch me like dat, d'en! W'at the...
Gimme te good news, now, mh? I left you wit' de sorceress' 'ideout in yer 'ands. So mission accomplished, planet saved, 'urray for us?
Three Inquisitors for one regiment. I find it hard to believe I hadn't heard about this regiment's exploits before I joined.
And violations of Imperial Law under your gaze are equivalent to heresy.
>The preacher nods as he starts to sort out the makeshift chapel.
If you'll be leveling charges, then I will be in attendance, praying for the souls of the accused.
>He cast a glance toward >>45012631
Though I have been giving slight mercy due to it being a Penal regiment. However I expect fast and vast improvement.
>Turns back to the Priest
I'm sure they will appreciate the gesture, but damnation is after all, eternal.
>digs into his pockets and takes out a few combat stimms.
Father, I uh, I -found- these earlier, I figured it was better I give them to you rather than hold onto them, it's more than my share.
>turns to the Commissar
Sir, I'm awaiting orders.
It's only Greely you need concern yourself with sir, our Interrogator believes in leaving command to those entrusted with it.....as long as they are capable, but that was before your time with the Regiment.
This Regiment seems to attract hostiles for some reason unbeknownst to myself, the presence of the Malleus was deemed....needed.
Also, new thread chaps. I'll make it.
>looks stunned and slowly rises to a sitting position
'OW DID 'MANAGE TO SCREW UP EV-
>Anna doubles over, coughing
I NEARLY GET MESELF KILL'D! TWICE! ANN'YOU DO W'AT!? Y-
>she falls back on the bed, coughing again
>Making his way into the makeshift chapel aboard the Penance, the former Orvustillian Guardsmen would let out a low sounding whistle in awe of the Preachers work
I gotta give you credit Preacher, you've done some nice work here, especially given the short amount of time you've been with us. I'm impressed to say the least, Even more so considering the fact that it looks better then some Chapels on most hive worlds.
"Jackson, I'm looking at the restraints you have in place down here. How the hell did these things get loose? They're strong and smart, right, i got that, but these look like they'd take an expert."
Well the Matriarch could break out if they constantly broke their arms and moved them further down or just ripped off each others arms and legs until released but that's highly unlikely. I assure you that I take every precaution I can.
>she curls up, still coughing, and it takes her a while to stop and regain composure
W'en did it 'appen. You 'ad all t'e time to go and find Amelia. Oh look at me, I am t'e commanding officer, let's WASTE ALL THE FUCKING TIME DEVISING 'ERETICAL TECH INSTEAD OF SAVING BILLIONS OF LIVES! Did I give up t'is for not'in' at all?!
>points to her left leg
Or rat'er, not'ing else t'en your ego?
You don't kno WHO did it? WE did it; we did NO FUCKING T'ING at all, it is all our fault! DO you care somet'ing? A tiny little bit? Because me 'ad some decency to nearly kill myself to save dat blasted rock, at least!