Does anyone have an estimate of how long it will take to repair the Warp Drive? It's no good having Guardsmen with nothing to fight, makes them disorderly.
A delicate matter? Well, if the matter requires a small force then I do believe I and my staff could help you. If you need a large one.....we simply lack the manpower, it would be better to ask Verasii....unless you can't, that is.
As is salvation. They have one chance at redemption. As a Praecentor, my goal is to make sure they achieve that, even after their crimes.
>He nods at the commissar.
I extend my thanks to you for consulting with me. Many others would have already enacted punishments.
>Accepts the stims.
A good choice trooper. With the commissar and the lieutenant we'll be able to wean you off of them. You did well today.
And most assuredly has saved the regiment countless times over. Still, the Inquisition has a tendency to cross lines, and three Inquisitors means three times as many lines crossed.
Well Sergeant, you, the trooper and the Ogryn managed to keep everything together. Without that I wouldn't have been able to set up anything, and would be forced to say my sermons in the mess. Though as I've learned, the chapel is less important than the people in it.
Chapter 2: Issued Arms, Attire, Apparatus & Equipment, re-read and confirm you have your albeit limited arsenal in order in a clean and orderly fashion, apart from that, dismissed to do as you see fit. Avoid the Stimms for true happiness stems only from duty.
Could be worse I suppose... From what I overheard some of the Tech priests saying, it shouldn't be more then a few days at most to repair the damn thing... But then again I usually find it hard to trust something that's covered in more parts then a Orks Truck.
Won't argue with you there sir, Regiment has been....complicated, to say the least. Specially the....property damage...
>Harper takes a moment to exhale at that and calm himself.
.....that was inflicted, to say nothing of the Heresies...ah but it's not my place to say. For -that-, you'd need to ask Interrogator Wellesley when she's done with her meeting.
Those Slaaneshi fuckers infiltrated the ship and damaged the Warp Drive Ma'am.
Okay, who's your main character? Because you seem to pop up at the perfect times. I MUST know.
I had run out of bolts, else I would have already been tempted. No doubt He had planned it to be this way.
>He planted his good arms hand on the hilt of his newly crafted power sword
Shall you need anything, I will be easy to find.
I can hardly justify being praised by you Preacher. After all, I hardly carried any of it. All the heavy lifting was done by troopers Gladraw and the Wada... I just shot the Heretics chasing us.
I took them all. I have no clue how they got out. That's why I'm investigating it.
Elena, calm down. It is currently being fixed
Their is someone who has a few highly trained men that you can ask for assistance. wink wink nudge nudge
>To the priest
Thank you father, and thank you for the sermon.
>To the Commissar.
As you say sir, I'll go rearm
>Salutes both and leaves to re-equip, then goes looking for Bob Hueman.
I know not how it happened Ma'am, only that we dealt with them and that the Warp Drive must be repaired.
Do you wish some tea ma'am? We have some genuine Governor Grey from Praetoria it's self.
I should talk to the Interrogator anyways. No true rest but that of the grave.
>He takes out a small dataslate and starts typing on it.
I have no doubt of that. Emperor be with you, Commissar.
You organized it, and you acted to defend it. You deserve some of the credit, just as much as they do.
May He go with you, trooper.
I destroyed as much as I could. Although the Machinacus will not allow me to destroy their blueprints they will never use them.
Above Godsypa that necron planet
You are investigating it as well. If I find anything I'll let you know.
I was referring to the entirety of the regiment under your command, or as much if it as you can spare. A scant hundred men, supported by the Kosmosknechts, is all that I require.
>Deactivates his comm and grumbles
"Well, Greely, looks like you're on your own."
>Begins inspecting the vents and ducts for signs of entry, concealed or otherwise
The -whole- Regiment?! Even if I had the authority to make it happen......although my Inquisitor probably does.....that would certainly make Verasii suspicious.
>Alice shakes her head, then raises a hand to her chin.
I -could- however, requisition a Company or two of Stormtroopers.....they'd be better trained, equipped....better at keeping their mouths closed.
Would -that- be sufficient?
This sounds dangerously like it would backfire comrade.
My men down there will listen to you if you need them to do something.
Why don't you believe me?
>Meerly passes the room on his way to the Bridge.
>Standing now on the bridge he gazes out over the planet of Gospyria, scowling at the thought of the Xeno's yet to be purged on the planet.
What is this?! A picture for ants?!
>Given that she's free to mind her own bussiness, LIX keeps a silent prayer for Omicron, still overhearing the conversation in case of being needed.
It would suffice, however there is a certain... quality about the regiment under your command that makes me feel as if they are the best for the job. As for Verasii, all you need to do is giver this datapacket
>Nyzart produces a small box
And give it to her, saying that you discovered it on Sommerius.
Because let's see. I gave you a way to save Somerius, get wreck w'ile keeping everyone safe, and t'en you screw everything up because yor ego 's worth more dan billions of lives?
Get out of 'ere- No! Wait. Did y'find a pendant on me or layin' round? If yes gimme. Then go.
Everything could go wrong.
I.....LIX, what do you think of this? Nyzart hasn't steered us wrong in the past. But.....I believe I need more information before I make a decision. I apologize, but I must be sure of what I'd be getting in to.
Think about it. You'll be purging xenos, partly for your Emperor, and I am prepared to provide you with a standard template construct that you could trade to a forge world for a large amount of prestige.
Yes I did.
>hands her the pendant
Right after we freed you from the defilers claws I had you in surgery. By the time I finished saving you the fleet was already in orbit.
Your clothes are in that draw.
I doubt that
> one of the men a Sgt. Forrest turns to you
The main way is one of the two lifts the servitor tunnels could also be used if need be. The vents could possibly be used as well but that would be quite a drop.
Yeah I was bob, I was wondering if you wanted to spar, practice our hand to hand, given the fact we've wound up attacked in enclosed areas it's probably worth brushing up on.
An STC?! If you can provide proof that it is a genuine STC and that it isn't corrupt.....as well what our task will be and I.....will have to think it over.
I need to brb soon for like 10 minutes so it gives me an excuse to be temporarily inactive.
>Ends her prayer and walks up to Alice's side.
Never trust the Xeno, Alice, if Nyzart doesn't want Verasii, the person who is in theory in charge to keep track of his activities over the planet... it can't be good to mankind...
Albeit I will not discuss how helpful he has been and the sheer respect I have to him, I am loyal to my word. I swore to protect mankind upon taking the mantle of assassin, and this box may be able to endanger it. I'd suggest playing along and trying to know what lies inside, then study it ourselves before deciding if to hand it over to Verasii as Nyzart said or hand it to her telling the truth.
Aren't you good at psychology, eh?
>grabs the pendant
Y'could- nah, you should'ave left me t'ere. It would'ave been better for we both, implying t'ere was ever a "we" Now shoo.
So, Forrest, basically two lifts, servitor tunnels, or vents if we've got someone who can fly. This just keeps getting better.
My lead suspect would still be the Emperor's Children, but it doesn't fit their MO, does it?
>Pulls the new Power Sword from it's scabbard, eyeing the craftsmanship. Appeased he resheathes it, leaving the Bridge.
>Heavy footsteps echoing in the hall announce his coming
Keeping your minds sharp, Guardsmen?
I couldn't leave you there if I had to.
Not exactly but if they had no support and they were desperate enough they could possibly. But that means they need to use the lift to get here.
Here's the good thing about Freeforms like this: That's up to both of you. Dices are ussually used more often because fairness in randomness, but rule of cool is not denied if both agree.
>unflinching as the elbow makes contact grins wider still before proceeding to deal a swift headbutt
on a side note I made this
More then most Orks and Ogryn Sir. You could try getting involved Sir. You might learn a thing or two
>He'd give an uneasy nod towards the Ogryn, himself not entirely comfortable with being in-charge of someone that could rip his arm from his socket before using it as a toothpick
At ease Trooper
>lowers his head to have the hard part of the cranium come in contact with the blow and staggers backwards from the blow
By the Emperor that's a strong hit,
>Regains his composure and takes up a defensive stance, feet spread shoulder length, legs bent slightly, hands in guard.
What can I say, I fell for you and I guess you meant more to me that a rock that was wiped clean by supposed allies.
Not terribly far. They would have to traverse a few floors to get here.
>Wada nods and pulls out a few Rations he got from the Mess Hall.
love you too, malak. how should wada unnerve you today?
>The Ogryn silently watches, having already finished one Ration.
I'm sincerely imagining that the caracter is an ork with a simple piece of paper that says -'humie- placed over his face as if it was a mask and everyone is too oblivious (by sheer stupity) or too smart (not wanting to loose their heads to a Green Mean Machine Of Death) to tell the difference.
>attempts pull away from the grab with another kick before realising he missed an important detail concerning his anatomy.
>falls flat on his arse pulling the guardsman down with him
Well Lixxy knows the truth as stated on the previous thread so she has no reason to accuse an ork of heresy, As far as she knows, orks aren't part of the imperial creed nor bound to the imperial law nor anything like that, so they can't technically be heretics.
>tries to scrabble up along 'bob' and press one arm down on his throat while using the other hand to strike across his jaw
trying to figure out how I'd use what I learn in Judo on Ork anatomy is hard, but since I don't know he's an ork....
>Malak would stare uneasily at the Ogryn for a moment before cautiously taking one of the rations from him
>"God-Emperor I hate pricks like him... It's assholes like him that wish the rest of my Regiment hadn't been killed on Someris. At least back then the Commissar never shot anyone in the unit..."
Victus believes the skin condition story because it's a Penal legion and is so far impressed with his eagerness to serve so checks all the boxes for him so far.
Gary knows, but won't do anything just yet, since he's dealt with Ork infiltrators before.
The last guy playing a disguised Ork said that a Painboy painted the Kommando's brain purple, so he'd be complete sneaky loike. It worked so well the kommando honestly believed he was a humie.
If that is what you want.
>that's the most broken fake smile ever.
I'll leave you to it. If you need me, you know where to find me.
>quickly leaves the room and starts heading to cargo hold 3
If they were uncaught then we wouldn't know about them. And I've never seen a Hrud around.
As if me knew you.
>Anna puts the pendant against her hear, and seems to listen to something. She puts hit back around her neck, gets dressed and tries to walk around with her new leg- failing horribly.
>As the 'guardsman' rolls slowly he places one knee on the waist and grabs the armor at the chest, planting one foot on the ground as he winds up underneath he'd push trying to roll with the 'guardsmans' momentum back on top. Failing to move the incredibly strong and heavy man however he gets pins underneath, holding his breath and pushes upwards with his body trying to move out of the position.
and in writing this I've realised judo is the most homo erotic thing in my life
>Folds his arms behind his back
Your hand-to-hand is lacking, perhaps that head you took was only dumb luck?
>He cocked his brow, seeming ignorant of the Ogryn and Sergeant next to him
"Trying to figure out which entrance whoever did this took. Emperor's Children seem like the only suspect right now, but it doesn't fit."
"How would they know to use this? They didn't have any Psykers as far as I could tell. And Amelia didn't seem to be on good terms with them."
>It takes every ounce of will power that the young Sergeant has too keep himself from merely bursting out and laughing at Gladraw fighting the Or-"Humie" in hand to hand combat, and seeing that neither side is willing to go down decides to end it
ALRIGHT! BACK OFF BOTH OF YOU!
>Tries to hand the Commissar a Ration, before stopping and turning back to the fight.
>The words are whispered, so that only the Sergeant can hear them.
Wada hands the rations Bob and Gladraw instead.
>Radio's crackle static
"Yo yo yo whatsup this is DJ Pete on the ones and two's!"
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wBTdfAkqGU start's playing
>Captain Midas's voice is in the background
"That'll be all pete"
>Door closing sound
>DJ pete fades the mic back up
"Fucking hate that guy and his shit music."
Oh, a Commissar! I am sorry, I didn't realize a new commissar had been assigned to the regiment.
Navigator Elena. Though the robes and headband should give it away. Or the mutations.
Throne's sake Anna, my grandaunt bumps into less things and she's got... let's not mention it.
>Cautiously eyes the Psyker before grimacing and striding to in front of her, gazing down at her one of the many times she had fallen.
>Pausing for a moment it appears he's just going to gloat, but instead he offers a gloved hand from his non-wounded arm.
> Meanwhile, deep within the warp where Tzeentch lies
HEH HEH! Yessss All according to my EVER growing Schemes! Now to further hide the Relics of the Salamanders before I continue to mess with the crew of the Penance NEH HEHEHEHE!!!
Unless these things are as clever as Jokaero, someone else had to have done it
Greely thinks Jokaero look like monkies, he's never actually seen one.
>Hears the sound of sparring, is tempted to join but remembers his arms and legs are mechanical
"You know, when I agreed to the Augmentation, I didn't know how much it would change things."
>continues searching for clues
"I wouldn't trade it, you know, but it takes some getting used to my new strengths"
"Shit, now this I kinda like!"
Two legs and two arms, a'reckon, unlike me, the Queen of Poor Decisions.
>it is not difficult to notice bot her left arm and leg are prosthetic now
>she also seems to have even less hair. On the only side of her head to actually have any form of hair to begin with.
>looks at the hand like it was a venomous snake
I knowz shooty and I knowz choppy and sometimes I knowz burny but I don't like to gete Ol' Skorchy out unless it's a special occassion.
>continues to munch on the ration
HEY HATMAN! you wan'na punch up?
Oh if you were generous you could still call it legs yes, and she had two. Ahem.
*points to the commissar*
Also that's a commissar. They're not nice often so don't push it Anna.
>Hearing this, Malak's will would finally snap and he would burst out laughing
BAH AHAHA! That wasn't even close to a fight! HE LITERALLY ROLLED OVER YOU! BAH AHAHAHA!
Well I got nothing right now. My men are taking some readings and searching the servitor tunnels.
I'm going to go practice some sword fighting to work out some anger. Maybe that new Commissar brat will spar with me. What do you think of him?
>Reclines his hand, returning it to being folded behind his back
Victus, pleasure I'm sure.
>Shook his head at the oddly green Guardsman
I'm afraid my arm has yet had time to heal, and a Commissar never engages without his sword in hand.
An' I'm a noble and all of that, 'cept we both are in this fucking place so it does not count I guess? You wanna hear how I lost more or less 'alf my limbs? It is a tale of stupidity and meltabombs.
"I may as well back them up."
"Oh, the new Commisar - He's got a stick up his ass, but most people in authority do when they first join this unit. I remember when I first got attached on Cadia to hunt genestealers.."
"How's Anna, by the way? Verasii's making noise about giving her Throne Agent status, but I think she needs to come to terms with what happened to Rogan."
>Can't help but look skyward as if he could see the ships broadcasts
Since when did this pass for music.
>Muttering to himself somewhat as he refocuses on the conversations
One moment Nyzart.
>Alice hastily turns to LIX and turns LIX by her good shoulder.
>"Lass, what do we do here? I know that usually we don't trust Xeno's, but an STC.....an ST Bloody C.
If it's intact......you have no idea of the value, both the Imperium and.......well to ourselves as well.
Titan's have marched and worlds have burned over the things you know........
And if we'd be killing Xenos to get it.....well we do that anyway....
I offered you my friendship at some point, if you hadn't bitten the hand that could have fed you, said hand could have pulled something with the navis nobilite and gotten you actual prostethics. 't Is not the first time the tale of your life spells stupidity.
Out of the two I'd have to say the épée. Although I do quite like a saber, nice flow to it.
>he looks obviously saddened
She doesn't trust me apparently. I don't really know what to do. I think she blames me for Somerius. I destroyed one of my most successful and helpful projects to keep her and she left me anyway.
>Hits her comm to Nyzart
"Nyzart? Am going to have to take care of business elsewhere for a while. When I return, I may be a little shorter, which will mean pact is over, or I may have eliminated major threat to pact, in which case I will be tall freak who scares boys, as I always am."
"Ask Interrogator Ryn if you need anything in my absence."
Subtle Guillotine reference is subtle
She's the kind that pushes the people who are nice to her away, it's not you.
So, fancy a little sparring? I'm a bit out of practice anyhow. You can get weapon pick.
Also, I heard someone is just going to bet his entire weeks' pay.
*winks at Sgt. Malak*
Ah, well, I'll step back in that case.
>Gives a stern stare to everyone, clearly knowing that conversations are being had in secret
Have a weapon you plan on using?
>Tilted his head ever so slightly
If it's a lie then why not feed it to Verasii? I mean, I'm not going to be an expert on Xenos, but surely that would make more sense than involving us.
And if it -is- malign......you just leave that to me. I shall deal with it personally.
>Alice turns and again bows before Nyzart.
Noble Overlord, LIX raises a very valid point, we must be sure for ourselves that the STC is safe, if we can do so.....you will sway my opinion in your favour.
Depends which people within the Mechanicus you're friends with, Ltn. Jackson.
With this, I'll leave you to your sparring. Look like someone is keeping his week's pay.
time for bed here
Me didn't rig meltabombs on meself an' fling meself against a defiler, blowing meself up to help a compulsive liar, just to 'ear you calling me a selfish brat. But me did surf an 'eldrake to retrieve information needed to save dat shitty agri world and guess w'at? Nobody cared! So w'atever.
>Hand of his unwounded arm falls upon the hilt of his sword
Better test the grade of this weapon before proper use in any case.
>Unsheathing the brand new power blade he holds it steady in front of him in a neutral stance, wounded arm hanging rather limp to his side
Powersword is as close as you can get to a Master Crafted weapon without it actually being classed as Master Crafted. Praetorians don't mess around when it comes to the sword of an Officer......
In case you actually wanted to know.....
>Moves to press the swords into a bind
If you have an advantage, never lower yourself, what kind of example would that be Lieutenant?
Rolling or just going along with it?
>Static crackles around the ship.
"Now that was a banger. Reminds me of the la...."
>Sounds of a door being forced open
"Whaaat are you doing here"
>Mic fades in and out
>robotic voice announces
>DJ Pete replies
"Stop with that binary nonsense, HEY get your filthy paws off me"
>Heavy Flamer sounds......
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A_sY2rjxq6M fades in
"If anyone could remove engineering from the studio I'd appreciate it allot."
It's more the fact that Praetorians know how to do Officer's gear(What with them literally being the British Empire in space and all). The Commissar is an Officer.
If one wishes to outfit a Regiment or several with good-very good weapons, go to Jackson(As Jackson's weapons are certainly non-standard and all the better for it)
If one wishes to outfit individual people or small groups with very good-near best weapons, go to the Praetorians.
Of course if you actually want the BEST weapons......Tau/Eldar or straight from Mars. Necrons too if you can find friendly ones.
>he'd raise a brow at this remark, a dozen different Idea's rolling around in his head as to the Ogryn's meaning
... Wada... I don't know how to respond to that.
>A group of tech priest are surrounding DJ Pete with look of violent lust in there eye/eyes.
>They don't hear as they attempt to probe the DJ.
>DJ Pete is flaying round in circles trying to shake them off and releasing the odd burst of flamer.
>Disco Inferno is still playing
>Pulls the blade into a horizontal parry, doing his best to circle and maintain parallel to his opponent
What use is a weapon if you can't use it first?
>Pushing his parry further he attempts to push his way inside and shoulder barge
>Recoils from the kick, spinning on the backfoot with his long coat fluttering upward, making him a confusing target as he swings back around, a slash aimed at his neck
>Immediately all the tech priests disconnect and run down to the lower decks.
"Thankyou Gladraw, I dedicate this next hit to you!"
>DJ Pete turn's his torso 175 degrees and hits play with his plasma cannon
>You notice there is still a persistent techpriest wedged between what would be his shoulders.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hCuMWrfXG4E starts playing
>Scowling at his miss his eyes track his leg as it sweeps low, doing his best to jump and propel himself forward into the Lieutenant in a move only a cocksure madman would attempt. Or an Ork.
The question is what Xenos will we be sent to kill... what purpose do they serve to be a pain in the back for Ambassador Nyzart... and why not say it was found here and gifted to increase the Imperium-Necron relationship?
I don't know, Alice, I have a really baaaaaaaaaad feeling about this...
Indeed, too many.....'prying' eyes......
Might I ask what this...'box' you wish that I give to Verasii contains? If not, I understand.
Well the most likely cause lass is that he doesn't trust his current connection.
Also because the Imperium, as good intentioned as they are might just destroy a perfectly good STC just because a Xeno held it once.
Oh, I think I know who Nyzart is aiming for..
>Is looking through the servitor tunnels with the rest of the team Jackson sent out, nightvision goggles on.
"Anyone got anything?"
>DJ Pete engages 360degree sentury mode in over drive and the tech priest flys to the floor, Pete raise his massive foot and crushes the tech priest.
"Fility animals, Speaking of fility animals Interogator Alice has been in touch and requested the next track, she also sends her love to Licks whoever that is and wonders if she would join her in her private quarters later for some um bongo.".
>Pete cuts the mic
"Good work Gladraw, take a badge"
>The ancient Dreadnought gestures with his plasma cannons towards a box of Blue Informal Penance Badges.
"that will get you into most museum for free!"
Hm.....very well, I will confirm the authenticity of the STC and then......well.....I shall have a little 'chat' with the Ordo Xenos.
My Jimmies are rustled. THEY ARE INCREDIBLY RUSTLED. 'Filthy Animal'. My jummies.
>Darasaur Belk is twerking and vouging in nothing but a thong while his various victims watch in disbelief as he twerks and vouges at them while singing this song
and x-files is in half an hour
>Rises to his feet, sliding his sword back into its' sheath
Anything for a chance at victory.
>He grimaces as he adjusts the position of his wounded arm before offering his sword hand
We'll continue, another time.
>Faintly giving a smirk
"Nothing much. Kicked Jackson away, everything still insulting me no matter how many limbs I sacrifice for them, all as usual.
Look, Greely, if you were... forced to work for someone and had enough of it, would you subconsciously try to kill yourself?"
>Static kicks up
"World shifting news gentlemen, reports are flooding in that Lieutenant Jackson has just wiped the floor with our new commissar Victus in a duel."
>Deep laughing and a waaaat wat waaaaaahhhhh sound effect.
"Remember Commissar the first cut is the deepest"
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xoitegszoRc plays louder than normal songs do
I believe that we shall head back to the Star and investigate the STC, then we shall finish our discussion.
>Alice extends a hand towards Nyzart.
But I believe that we can't leave without the intelligence we must give to Verasii? It would be rather poor form.
You love it stop lying to yourself
"Well, only if I was facing a fate worse than death. Is this about Verasii? Because she doesn't like conscripts much."
"It was just in the realm of hypothesis, cretin! Do not assume!
I heard that everything I did on Somerius was for nothing at all, anyway. Namely spitting out my lungs... twice... to locate a rogue psyker that went ignored, and point blank detonating myself and a cluster of meltabombs against a defiler! Well I am so proud of you useless cunts! Bah.
So back to hypothesis, what if something yours was... oh damn do you even know WHY I work for Verasii?"
"Ayyy I do, This is my station and room and that's my door, that's my tech priest"
>Gestures to crushed tech priest on the floor
"I've got till the end of this song what can I do for you?"
>applies a cream that starts to close the wound then sews the rest closed
Well she's a bit rough at first and all the time but if you somehow manage to get on her good side she can be helpful. She can use her powers to see slightly into the future and is prone to nearly killing herself and scaring the people that care for her half to death.
Other than that she's pretty straight forward.
"... ah just drop it, you would not understand. This is the last time I blow up myself to save you people, and mark my words, I will bail as soon as I can. My deal with Verasii is one inch from over, greely, one inch.
Ah well whatever, I did not expect anyone to be interested, kind of like with Amelia.
>Static clicks on
"So erm, some guy has come and joined me in my studio and it's not Gladraw for once, I miss that guy!"
>Gestures for vimes to take a seat
"Right let's start with names!"
>Hit's DJ Pete Jingle with hellfire plasma cannon.
>Plucks the pill, popping it in his mouth
Commissariat Doctrine dictates that if a Sanctioned Psyker shows any sign of possession to summarially execute them. It is of highest priority, lest they become a Daemonhost.
I doubt she'll become possessed
>knocks on the wooden crate next to him
If anything just throw this at her
>hands him a null grenade
It works like a vacuum for warp energy. It should stop a possession.
Oh good, you're here.
Surely you've seen the coffin I've carried around when teleporting down... it belongs to a friend who was... recruited on this very planet... a good friend who is no longer among us.
I... I'd like to ask you for permission to bury him in this world, to have a small place to go pay my respects in the coming years... to let his corpse somewhere underneath the surface to finally rest and call a home...
The Ordo Prefectus isn't as forgiving, once they show signs of possession, it falls upon me to carry out the sentence, if I am unable she is to be taken to Terra, or a Shrine World to be disposed of.
"I'm going to call you V-Man, you look like a V-Man."
>Car Engine sound effect
"So ehh what did I say your name was again?"
"V-MAN! First off what did you think of Victus's and Jacksons duel?"
What can I say Pete? Age before beauty. But our young commissar made a good showing of himself. He might not have won the duel, but he won my respect. Here's hoping he can keep that streak.
>is shut in his cabin
>going over his gear, tinkering with his still, thinking about shit
>hears the radio come on
Don't know why he sees the need to distance himself from the chapel. Ah well, can't hurt.
Checking in, Interrogator. Everything alright, girl?
Yeah I know. That's your duty and all. But she is useful at least. I'd like it if you'd at least try to save her first.
no I just leave the tab open and reread what i missed later
"From what I've heard it was a ludicrous displa, he tried to just walk it in."
"Looks like the phone boards are lighting up, preacher people wanna speak to you!"
Daemonhosts are just the person you know them as, but containing the soul of a Daemon. Rippling with energy of the Warp, capable of shaking the most hardy of men.
>Shooting an intentful gaze
Apothecary Meros was an Adeptus Astartes, he too was honorable, but the Daemon he became corrupted the entire of the Blood Angels Chapter
Hope so, I THINK that Desustorage should do it automatically.....but if not then fml.
>Alice's voice competes with static in response.
"Everything's okay on my end mate, bit choppy, but that's to be expected. How bout yourself? Settling in alright now that you're back?"
Well......shall we find a spot that serves as an adequate grave site?
>Alice pulls her pack off her shoulders to reveal a pair of entrenching tools.
>his voice rough down the vox
I gotz a question, if one of us self respecting ummies turned out to be a Zenoos say maybe a gloriously powerful Ork? how would the Imperiun of Mans re-act?
hyperthericcally of corse
Found accurate character art of Victus
The final say in her hypothetical situation would fall upon my superiors, not you or I, even if the Daemon were to be purged.
>Sliding his arm back into his coat he nods in thanks
I strongly advise against it, the Puppy has many guards.
Also that pic is amazing. Corgi Commissar represent.
>Alice grasps the 'casket' at the back and allows LIX to take the lead in heading towards a suitable site.
Ooh, tough question there caller. Now some people would say that a Necron or an Ork should be shot on site! Those people need to hit the books. The Creed says ABHOR them. So if one of you turned out to be an Ork, don't worry, we won't kill you. Just hate you, even if you work on our side. Xenos can't be trusted further than you can throw them, and you can't throw an Ork very far and keep your arm intact.
Maybe I will.
>looks stone faced
Funny thing. The situation would fall to us, no time to report in.
Well if don't need anything else I guess I'll take my leave.
Gotta say, it ain't the same. Kinda feel like I'm not needed for most stuff, like I only need to do something when shit gets really bad. But nevermind me, I'm probably just getting old.
Yall want help burying Omicron? I can probably find a good spot where nothing will dig him up.
>Soon the pair embarks on a small travel close to the coast, where the Metal Slug was found, with Omicron inside of it. The marks of the trails over the ground for so many years have left its resting place easy to recognize for the coming years.
H-here... t-this is the place.
This is where the men said they found him the first time
"First off, I'm 10,000 year's old and I'm not a traitor but yes I could kill all of you if I wanted, I like the question you've got moxey kiddo come up to the station and get your Blue Informal Penance FM badge!"
"Can't see why it would be a problem, just go over to the Poison Star and ask them to teleport you down, think our friend here has a homer."
Oh! And tell them to only let Malleus personnel on board the ship while you're at it. They'll definetly be smart enough to check, so it's all good."
>Alice gently sets her end of the casket down and offers LIX an E-Tool.
Now that's something a lot of our listeners are probably wondering. There's an easy answer there. If you follow your orders, you're looking good. But once you value your next more than your next command, look out! That's the road to heresy, my friend.
I needed time to tink, don't you figure I could need time to tink after I wake up and bam, realize I lost two limbs for not'in'? It 'URT, Jackson, it 'urts to be on a sentinel w'en it explodes and is t'en crushed by a defiler. I needed time to realize w'at I 'ad done, w'at NO ONE else 'ad and 'ow people could still act like Elena did.
>takes off his carapace cuiriass
>changes back onto his old camo fatigues
>grabs an e-tool, his Fang, and shotgun
>goes to teleport down
So, the spot where I found the Slug, huh? Nice thought, but to be honest this isn't good ground. Kinda soggy. Think we should go to a clifftop. Bet he woulda liked the view.
>Waves Hellfire plasma cannon back
"Gotta say not too bad I've only had one attempted probing from engineering today, how about you?"
>DJ Pete takes a knee to come down to wiggles height or near enough.
uh, all of my friends are dead, the Xenos that attacked us killed everybody I knew
>the guardsman look down at his feet
I also got a new pair of boots thou so I guess it's not too bad.
Idea has potential, but we'd need to find a suitable cliff first, who knows how long that'll take.
Once we wrap this up, really gotta get back to the Star and look over the thing.
Yeah. Believe me, I know about burying people in a jungle. He'd be washed out of the ground next rainy season. You need dry, rocky soil to hold a man in his grave.
It hurt? It Hurt? You know what hurt? Watching you charge out of a defensive at a fucking Defiler! Or watching it crush you! Or cutting away the rubble to get you out!!! Or carrying you the entire way back to base!! Or how about operating for 27 hours straight to reset every bone in your body, suture every vein and close every gash? Or what about watching you float in a tank for days wondering if you'll ever wake up? Then the first thing you do after coming to is yell at me for something I had no control over and throw me away?!!?? Do you think that hurt at all?!!! Because it did.
I'm no fool, I'm not about to turn a ragged Penal legion into the Emperor's finest, but I will not see the death of them without duty being done and victories seen.
To do so it helps to know who is serving.
>He narrows his eyes once more
You got it Pete.
Sorry trooper, go read your primer again. We might not be the best regiment out there, but that's no excuse not to try. If it'll take the commissar to get you there, my advice is either make your peace with him, or make your peace with the Emperor.
Guide us then... I...
I put my full trust in your knowledge, Gary... and in you... despite we might not have always gotten along nor agreed over everything, I trust in your judgement.
You know mate, can bitch about it all you want, but I'd say that you're Inquisition material. Reckon you'll easily become Interrogator or even Inquisitor if you put in the hours.
>stows her E-Tool and follows the Catachan on his path.
But enough of that, it'll be nice to at least be able to....uh....bury -one- of them, most of the time that just....doesn't happen.
"I assure you, i was born to do anything but serve."
>speech in brackets is in a perfect high gothic
>seems to think fairly deeply
No. No I am sure being crushed into the cockpit of a walker 'urts more.
And yes, you 'ad control over Somerius' future! It was EXACTLY into your 'ands, you were the commanding officer and I t'ougt you... you were better t'an tis. Dabbling wit' tech-'eresy, eldar, oh yes I KNOW about it and you did not tell me anyt'ing about it. Was it about saving t'ose people, catching a sorceress, or w'at? 'Cause it seemed like you were not doin' any o' t'at, and te same goes for Greely and Lady Wellesley. Navigator be damned, she can say w'atever she wants but i am actually pretty sure about w'at "responsibility" means. And the same goes for "Expendable half-sanctioned psyker".
"V-Man of course! and Brownies are fun even if you can't eat em!"
>Pete and the V-Man jingle plays
"Sorry folks we're out of time. This episode of Boring Caller Problems has been brought to you by our sponsors......
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"Gladraw be Wiggles friend!"
>smiles to himself
I just do my job. Always have. It's what I was born, raised, and made for.
And lately, I'm more receptive to what the Emprah wills for me. If I'm supposed to be an Inquisitor, guess that's my fate, and my job.
"Thought I was gonna have to warn this priest off the Temple Tendency, but he's clearly a man of complex thought and understanding."
sorry about that, but I've waited 14 fucking YEARS for a new X-files, so yes it does take priority
Sincerely Gary? You'd make for a terrible inquisitor.
And that's a good thing because good inquisitors often purge the innocent, go out of their reach of things to get the simpliest achievement and loose their morals, codes and personalities for a cause that they probably will never live up to see it end achieved...
'Ey, you've got it easy, all fate has for you is doing your job and becoming a 'Full Trenchcoat'. Apparently my fate is to be driven irredeemably insane....
But no matter, ain't gonna bother you with the nonsense that I'm subjected to.
>draws and activates her Powersaber then uses it to help Gary cut away at the vegetation.
How long do you think we'll be? Got some cargo I need to check before we.....sorry, you all turn in for the night.
Do they have a Dreadnoughts amniotic fluid in them?
I couldn't save them. I tried to save them... I could barely order the men off base... there was Heretics assaulting us every day, what was I to do? we had only a few thousand men and no vehicle support. What was I to do? March my men to their death? No! I will not do that again... You hurt my heart, Anna... I cared about you and apparently... it meant nothing to you...
>Takes a brownie for himself, glancing at it.
...I'm not hungry.
A shipwide sermon? Not sure, I hadn't planned for that, but as soon as Pete can give me five minutes uninterrupted.
thank you but I'm sure it's not too bad
>he places small brown square into his mouth and starts to chew
>he then stops chewing
what are in these?
>he colllapses on the floor spaming and frothing at the mouth
T'en stop keeping secrets for yourself all t'e time, it makes it difficult for me to trust you.And to be 'onest I could actually enjoy being able to 'ave a conversation wit' someone who considers me somet'ing more t'an an 'eresy detector and xeno scanner, but it is damn difficult to understand if w'at you say is the trut.
Y' know I used to 'ave a lot of t'ings I cared for. T'en it came te Inquisition and decided I did not ave any anymore.. I guess it does t'is effect to people.
I need to t'ink some more.
>stumbles away, still unable to balance the prosthetic leg
>cintinues to froth whilst muttering in tingues his eyes roll back
>bites at the preacher madly
>starts to scratch his own eyes
>screams the last word
>thrashes madly at the Commisar
IT IS A GOOD PAIN!
Heh, thanks, but don't give me too much credit. You don't know some of the things I've done, all of which I'd do again if I had to, and wouldn't lose a bit of sleep.
Well, here's the thing about fate, or at least to my observation; fate is something that you choose. The Emprah puts things before you and you decide if you're going to do as He asks or not. The more you relax and don't let things bother you, the less you'll be "fated to insanity", as you say. Be lazy like that. And here's a little secret: to be lazy is to be combat efficient. Cause the less energy you use in moving, the more energy you'll have when you really fuckin need it.
Anyway, here we are.
>brush gives way to a radiant view of the verdant jungle and azure sea
>sets down the coffin
Let's lay the kid to rest then...
Rolled 1 (1d20)
>Grimacing somewhat his bolt pistol is pulled from its' holster, levelled as best he could with the flailing Guardsman as he fired a single bolt.
>The crew, broken free of their moment of spontaneous whimsy decide they have better things to do and destroy the sign up sheet with their names on it.
>The Ordo Malleus supports them in this endeavor.
I'm part of the ordo hereticus. I need to have secrets to do my job. I just want you to trust me. You are not a heresy detector nor a xeno scanner, you are Anna Borgia someone that for some reason I care for.
>Sees and hears the Lieutenant down the hall
"So, what's going on in-"
"Holy shit. Does anyone have a marker I can use? There's an old inquisitor's trick the Malleus guys use that might help him fight it off.."
>"I saw Rogan make hexagramatic wards a couple times, how hard can it be?"
Rolled 3 (1d20)
Emperor stop fucking me pls
>His bolt flies wildly off course, exploding somewhere near the Dreadnought, doing minimal damage as expected.
>Giving a deep and frustrated sigh he aims a thrust with his power sword at the Guardsman's chest, seeming to be just as eager to strike him down.
Problem is mate, the Emperor gives me a choice that isn't actually possible. Nor can I relax when I doubt I'll be able to safely sleep, but I'm going to stop talking now.
>Alice deactivates and sheathes her Saber, then grabs for the E-Tool and starts digging a suitable grave.
I am clearly forsaken by Him
"Care for"? Is t'at all. Because I t'ougt it was somet'ing else but t'at would interfere wit' your inquisitoriality, no? Especially because you would be not allowed to keep any secrets from me t'en. Well, it is your choice and yours alone really.
Rolled 11 (1d20)
>Draws a chain knife from deep in his robes, powering it up and slashing it across the guardsman's throat, while reciting from the Lectitio.
"We need Daemonhunters here!"
>The view is beautiful.
>The ground is solid.
>The grass, flowers, occassional bushes and the trees adorn the zone with a shining green.
>LIX's eyes are wet, ready to break into a cry of satisfaction in any moment, the place is a wonderful spot.
>She leaves the somerian flowers, probably the last of their kind on top of the sarcophagus as she kneels down before it.
It's perfect, Gary... the view... the environment... the colors...
Rolled 19 (1d20)
>Leads Jackson back towards wiggles and sees him being overtaken by the powers of the Warp, the priest and the commissar trying to execute him, reacting to this he tries to run the bayonet of his shotgun into the man being possessed.
Unless, you are my agent I legally can't tell you most things. It is more than that but... I love you.
>runs into the possession happening.
>the body drops
Well I'll be taking those brownies
>grabs the plate
get me a research team here now.
>Upon hearing the Vox call, Harper and a trio of his squadmates rush towards the studio with weapons drawn and see...
>...Gladraw getting the job done.
>Nevertheless, they advance on the possibly possessed Trooper.
>To the LT
Sorry to have wasted your time sir
>Pulls the bayonet out of the man and looks up to Vimes
Looks like you were faster than me on that one Father. Are you okay?
In the IRL instance where it happened, one /k/ommando put what was almost certainly semen in the brownies at a gun meet.
Everyone ate them.
Maybe, but.....I dunno, it's a load of wank mate.
Troopers. Spread out. There may be more incursions.
Thank you Commissar. My hand was guided by the Emperor.
>Flicks off the chain knife, tossing it to the side.
I'm fine trooper. Help dispose of the body.
The Emperor is my shepherd...
>Lapses into soft prayer.
This happened once at one of the /k/ meetups. Guy brought brownies for the komrades, erry body liked em, fun was had, funs were shot, good times all around.
The next day they had a follow up thread, and it was then that the sick bastard revealed he had jizzed in the batter, and posted pics of him busting a huge nut in it.
And that's why /k/ will rape you with a rusty bayonet if you mention brownies to them.
>Harper's men aren't touching the body, instead preventing everyone else from doing so while Harper.....apparently does a rather average job at purging the creature.
Bloody dice srsly.
'Course when I DON'T need them to do good I'll get like triple 20's.
>there is a woman with black hair walking right into the scene. Everything about her is completely unremarkable, from her face to her worn guard uniform. She seems to be lost in thought, and almost stumbles into Delta
... oh! F-forgive me. I...
Is this some sort of funeral? I am sorry, I did not mean to interrupt...
Please trust me for once, mh?
>Readies his shotgun aiming it towards the creature just waiting for the word as Harper seems to want to be left to do the job professionally.
Rolled 1 (1d20)
Almost every fucking day.
>ten men jog up
"Sgt. Chong and 9th squad reporting, sir"
Have your Meltagunner destroy that corpse.
"yes, sir. Spc. Felix destroy it."
It's the good thing to do, admittedly I might need to leave after we're done digging...I really need to look at that cargo.
>Alice looks up for a second, shrugs, then returns to her digging.
Don't worry about it.
By the Emperor! Everyone get your asses out of here!
>Harper and his troops, who thankfully already have sealed on, grab the people in the room and start pulling and dragging them outside.
What in the Emperor is going on with that thing?! That's the fastest conversion I've seen. WHAT DID YOU GUYS DO?
>sees Jackson and his men.
Cook that room damnit!
No, I am really-
Oh, I see... it is rare for people to get a proper burial these days. He must have been a lucky one, having such good friends... if it does not offend you...
>she leans toward the grave and puts a small red flower near it, muttering some kind of prayer.
I will be gone then, forgive me again.
>the girl then walks away, passing right near Delta. You can hear her whisper something that may sound like "Farewell, Eversor", but as soon as you turn around, she is not there anymore.
That Dreadnaut has held together for 10'000 years, I'd say it'll be fine.
>Pulls the mask from his face, muttering
Heresy grows form idleness...
>Turning his focus to any surrounding subordinate Guardsmen
Luxury rations are suspended until this situation is resolved, any Guardsman seen indulging will be summarily executed.
>His voice rather cold and deadpan.
>Literally the face someone who's seen a ghost would have.
>Looks back at the sarcophagus.
>Places her hand over it, next to the flower placed by the misterious lady, closing her eyes.
I didn't even get to know his age when he was with us... lucky him, he died of old age...
Most of us all start as kids... and die as kids... he is the first eversor I know of that dies of old age... and who's remains stay to be buried...
I miss him...
I miss him so much...
Zoggin 'ell, well I'm off to work on 'Ol Skorchy if we don't get more grub
>The possibly not an ork walks away from the carnage of the radio booth to spend his evening with his shooty things.
>Harper and his Stormtroopers are grumbling at the current situation and are watching over the unprotected individuals from a safe -for the non-Stormies- distance.
Throne damnit, looks like we're stuck in this bloody gear until someone gets some De-con gear up here...
>Harper acknowledges Victus with a nod.
Welcome to this Regiment Commissar! Believe it or not it's actually better than it used to be.
*from. Why couldn't it be a simple execution
"By any chance, do you know anything about Volkite weapons? That big lizard took a bite into mine and i'm worried it'll explode if I use it now..."
"Hey, no non life-or-death summary executions around here without my approval. Any other methods you think are fine, go for it."
>Only now she realizes an astartes has been there all along.
Ah! W-we don't know m'lord... but as long as her intentions were as pure as praying for the fallen... she's more than welcome to return...
I have no idea Gary...hang on.....most Assassins die as kids? How old -are- you Lixxy?
>shakes her head and looks to Behrend.
No idea Mi'Lord, but.....is the Teleport homer active? If we aren't having the ceremony now then I should get our cargo checked.
I'm sure it is, somehow I think just charging things with a shotgun isn't going to cut it anymore if that is what we are up against, by the emperor, so that's what the warp can do
It's simple he ate a brownie that was so delicious that Slaanesh recognized it and a daemon possessed him.
By what standards? De-con is on the way.
I might know a guy, yes.
Well....from what we've heard this is your first possession in months. And that's an improvement over whatever you lot got up to before you arrived on Praetoria.
"Life is the Emperor's currency, Commisar. Spend it wisely. Or I will make you pull me around the ship in a rickshaw. Are we clear?"
"By might, you mean yes. What's the catch?"
>Meanwhile in the Hangar...
>Wearing a respirator he carefully peels back a fresh decal he had been working on, on one of the few Valkyrie's they possessed.
>Fist pumping and throwing his mask of
Lookin' fly Exterminatus!
Mhm, thank you Sergeant.
>Alice salutes and turns to her Malleus comrades.
LIX, Gary, I'll see you in orbit when you're done here.
>makes a quick Vox call and is rapidly brought back to the Star, soon locating their cargo and checking it for damage.
"Good. I expect you to use your discretion, and find more creative means of disciplining the troops. Ones that don't require me to update the troop roster every time someone pisses you off."
You'll have to hand over the blaster for some time, that's it.
I meant shit like this happens all the time. We just fought ripper lizards. Alright it is quite an Improvement.
>turns his head
Never realized you were all that young...
That explains her good body. And the emotional bugfuck trainwreck of her mind. Guess the hypnotherapy didn't take too well...
Sir I stabbed the creature with the bayonet on my shotgun, the commissar told the priest to get Rid of his chain knife after killing the creature, should I go requisition a new weapon entirely?
>Greely unfastens the buster
"Honestly, i was more worried it was going to make another noise."
>Hands it over
"You take good care of it. It may be exhausting to fire, but at full charge it'll wreck almost anything."
We start young and die young. If you reach the age of 30 you're "old". Assassins need to be in their most efficient physical health condition, or well what can be afforded of it given the job, if you're too old you're not as efficient as the youngling that started a year ago...
We don't hope to reach for a retirement anyways, completing a mission is our greatest reward, dying whilst completing a mission our best hope of death.
>Alice blinks as she teleports, then immediately flicks on her Vox.
"You're only Nineteen?! Fuck me....."
I'd be down for one tomorrow. LETS MAKE IT HAPPEN. Also quick Alice must investigate the cargo comrade! What does it contain?
If only Alice would be this complacent.
I'll get it back to you as fast as possible.
Are you emotionally attached to that gun?
It's not that late in Burgerland
Shit, 4:22 AM. I'd say next monday because I'm having finals at the university this week, but meh I can PROBABLY make it for a thread tomorrow.
Now I really should be fucking off back to the eye of terro- I meeeaaan fucking off to bed too...
Well I've been carrying this one since Savlar sir, also I assume I've to wait he for decontamination too? Or Should I go get medical treatment, I turned in my respirator but my skin is exposed
>the cube is necron in origin, and your experience with Nyzart tells you that it contains heavily encrypted data that only the cracking cogitators of a xenology specialist even have the hope of decrypting
That leaves much to be admired, but hasn't the Officio Assassinorum ever heard of juvenat treatments? You'll be of more use, complete more missions, do more good if you try to live long.
But don't get me wrong, I get it. Half the kids on Catachan die before they can walk, half again before they're old enough to enlist in the guard, and you're doing real good if you live to 25. I'm old now myself, though being around the Inquisition has put age in perspective for me.
>Alice decides to forgo investigating the cube, in favour of checking out the other part of the Star's newest cargo.
>looks it over with a practiced eye and equally practiced hands
>a squad of men run up with flamer looking weapons.
Alright this will sting a lot so suck it up.
>the squad starts spraying down the men and the room with high pressure triple sanctified holy water.
>Alice bows to the marine as he passes, as one should when a guest on their ship.
My thanks for allowing us to use your Teleportarium Mi'Lord, it was most useful to ourselves, as well as your.....client I believe.
>bows again and returns her attention to the 'cargo'.
Rejuvenation might work with certain temples, but gene modifications or certain drugs don't mix well with that process, often slowing down polymorphine's effects in my temple's case. It's looked down by most temples as far as I am aware.
W-what? I-is there something wrong? A-am I too young for this relationship o-or too old?
>She's on panic.
>Clearly has no fucking clue about which ages are "compatible" for a relationship. Not like the Temple would teach these things anyways..,
>The Stormies brace themselves against the torrent of water that is hosed at them.
>They check each other over once the process is over and start marching back to their section of the ship.
"W-what? No! Of course not, just surprised that someone with your skills is the same age as me. Makes me feel.....insignificant."
"Also....nevermind that, can be discussed later. Yes, that'll do."
After a few minuets of this the troops stop and give a thumbs up to the soaking men
Harper is coming onto Delta? What??? hahaha
Y-you're not insignificant...
You're just cute...
>If Alice was down at ground level she'd see LIX blushing...
A-anyways... I'll finnish digging up Omicron's final resting place, thanks for the help with this, Alice...
>5 second pause.
I... I love you...
I know what you're thinking, Gary.
No... I'm not an stupid immature child...
>Enters his quarters, pulling the coat from his back and slinging it over his bunk
>Under his very modest desk he pulls a small wooden crate
>Filled with bottles of Rahzvod
>Planting a bottle firmly upon the desk he procures a small drinking vessel, pouring and laying into the alcohol with gusto
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR THANK THE EMPS IT'S ALMOST TIME TO SLEEP.
>Alice checks the new prize every possible way for a few mintues then, after 'disabling' the network connection of her datapad, connects the STC hesitantly.
>runs a diagnostic.
>Alice hastily disconnects and properly stores the STC then busies herself with getting back on the Vox.
"LIX....it checks out, he didn't lie to us about the cargo. We've got decisions to make."
"Love you too lass. I'm a lucky Guardsman apparently......err.....sometimes."
My brain is not work so good right now. Shush plz, need to focus.
>shakes his head
Every weapon has its downsides and weaknesses. But they can be mitigated. Fostering them doesn't make the weapon "special" or "quirky", it just leads to a malfunction at a crucial fuckin time.
But what do I know, huh? I'm just a washed up old Guardsman turned Stormie...
>Smiles whilst finishing up the preplarations for Omicron's funeral.
I don't know why you hide your intellect over all that facade of lazyness and uncareness... you're quite wise when you actually think with your brain rather than with your dick.
I'm tiread AF too, so here is a plan I'll get LIX go up with Alice and they'll discuss about the STC (AKA: We go to sleep whilst the characters have a talk about it.)
A-a real STC!? I... We're finished woth this here, everything is ready for the funeral. I'm going up, we certainly -need- to talk about this.
Aaaand with this I'm going ti bed at 4:55 AM. Good night fellas.
>checking his notes
"...Wait. If omicron gets sent back in time at an unknown date.. No. Dicking with that sort of thing always leads to trouble. Remember what happened to the Ordo Chronos."
"Anna- still a fickle bitch."
"Jackson - Has my super-awesome arm cannon, is lying about these space lizards somehow. I can feel it."
"Commisar - New to group, practical stereotype."
"OBJ - MIA, probably on honeymoon."
"Space Lizards - Something is off about them."
"Battlegroup Vympel/Somerius exterminatus - Still a mystery"
"Iron Warriors - Dealt with."
"Amelia - Lost contact after Somerius, back at Gospyria after tow."
"Belk- Still at large."
"Mhm, best to discuss it on the Star, too many unwelcome ears back on the Penance."
Aye, chat while sleep. I'll probably stay conscious 'til the thread dies.
Yup. And he regularly calls himself a weapon too. But it's not as simple as believing people to be mere objects. If it was, why, he'd be a Techpriest. Or better yet, You-Know-Who...
>Groans, having made a heavy dent in the bottle of Rahzvod, raising a toast to himself as he spins somewhat in his seat
Promotion out of this Penal Legion or death.
>Downing the drink he had poured himself.
You see, because of what the original of that picture is, my brain sort of derped for a moment between Heretical Realm GM, or Chaos before it clicked.
Based unkillable Warsmith or just IW's in general?