Funeral Services for Wada shall begin shortly.
All are welcome to attend as they wish as their business allows.
More to the point, aren't we still in space?
Also, Jackson, what's up with your servo-skull?
"You know, he actually managed to remember most of an order I gave him, and I was contemplating bringing his name up to the Junior Commisar for BONE implants."
A set of obviously human and not genestealer eyes watch LIV from a vent in the wall
>screeeeeees lovingly at his crush
>attempts to scratch Jean + LIV = Forever into the ducting
>while tracing a heart around it the loud noise of metal rending can be heard in the room
> quickly pushes shredded flowers and a torn up box not chocolates through the vent and scurries away
I'm glad that your in. We can use your skills and knowledge.
I really have no clue. The med staff found him and tried to help. When I got here he was gone.
Who do you think it is...
She's quite happy to be out and about
What in the Emperor's name....
>Alice steps over to the gifts and peers at them.
>looks up at the vets before activating her Vox.
"Jackson, Greely, flush the vents, we've got unwanted company in there."
What sorta nut is putting this into my quarters...
>shifting along the stores the Ork encounters something, something that makes him smile.
>leaving the the storage quarters with a singed Kommissars Kap and a regal looking cloak tied around his neck the Ork marches with a sense of pride for his fallen comrade.
>pearing round the door the young man beams at her.
Miss Wlelesley? it's come to my attention that you have a set of bagpipes?
>before he can continue the scent of>>45306126 catches in his nose and he grins madly.
oh today certainly is my lucky day.
Hm, yes, I do....
>looks at Larrs in an unnerved manner.
Someone is muckin' about in the vents above my damned quarters.
You....really aren't, but hey, the fight with the Daemon went alright. Killed it....twice....sort of. I had help though.
Did I miss something obvious? I'm legitimately confused as to who this refers to.
>lind scurrying along the vents falls through an open matinence panel into engineering
>lands in a pile of vox equipment
>runs around in circles while entangled in voxes and vox related accessories
>Sam nods, as she opens the door for a second, in order to send her drone in.
Then let´s follow them, Ma´am.
>As you are entangled in vox equipment, a tau drone starts to follow, unnoticed.
that can wait my dear.
>with new found energy the medic rips open the vent with his augmented arm and gives chase.
>hearing the screeching down the pipes the man gives increased valor in his pursuit.
I'm coming for yooouuuuuu.
"Alice, give Alan these coordinates. It's where I had my encounter with our recent new enemy."
"Good, someone fresh. There's a genestealer in the vent, don't make eye contact with the bastard."
Hey Rax. What's up with your arm?
You killed it? G-good I... I'm sorry for being so useless...
>She's staring the shredded flowers and the chocolates, carefully pulling the Lira away from the later so she might not ingest those.
Chocolate nit good for doggies, yo, you could have accidentally killed Alice and LIX's puppy.
Because we are supposed to be in a secured area. That means the enemy is with us here. Either an enemy has broken through the defenses or one us is an enemy.
There is no genestealer, you twat! Just because he looks a little funny don't make him a xeno.
There ain't no enemy, either!
>looking exhausted with the entire situation, Ron gets up to leave.
Alice, if you need me, I'll be back down where I found the kickass black dreadnought.
Don't look like that Greely.
Are you talking about Jean? He's a cool dude. Little strange but alright.
You weren't introduced and you might have gone to sleep before Greely found out.
>Sam´s Voice reaches you and hopefully other people over comm.
Hello? Anybody there? Got it´s location! Repeat. Got it´s Location! Oh, and Larrs, if you hear this message, ignore it.
>The female trooper sends the location to dataslates.
I would, but I've got discussions to have with several people.
Emperor's Blood.....h-have fun....
"Aye, one moment."
>Alice writes the Co-Ords down as Greely gives her them then hands the paper to Alan.
Hey hey sssssshhhhhhh, not your fault the Charge went off, don't worry about it. You weren't useless.
You found a Black Dreadnought? That sounds.....erm....where exactly?
>slipping out of the vent the young medic comes face to 'face' with >>45306371
hello there you fascinating little thing.
>extending out his flesh arm he makes light cooing noises to calm down the beast.
come 'ere, I won't hurt you...
>after several seconds of confused thrashing an auto translation vox is wrapped around the totally a gaurdsman's neck
>pops out of the vent
>screeeeeee: translation (hello fellow human what a good day to be humaning about the ship)
>screeeeeeee (glad to see you can recognize a fellow guardsmen when you see him)
>There is a greased-up, near-naked Deldar gimp with it's eyes and mouth sewn shut chasing the genestealer through the vents
>The voxbox blares :
"WATCHU GONNA DO WHEN BELKAMANIA RUNS WILD ON YOU, BRUUUTHA !?!"
shhh little genestealer don't you frett, uncle Larrs won't hurt you
>inches closer with his arm still out stretched.
why don't you come here so I can help get you untangled?
Do you have any left? I might be able to find out what else was in there.
Delta, You've been doing quite well.
>the servoskull flies up to her face and starts cursorily looking it over.
>it seems happy to be here.
>obviously annoyed the medic stands up to his full height, marching towards the beast.
I am Cristopher Waldorf Fireheart Larrs, master Xenobiologist, I can reconisse the scent of near enough any beast known to mankind.
>slipping on a pair of latex gloves he smiles at the beast.
you couldn't be in finer hands, I won't let them hurt you.
>A near-naked, bone white eldar pops into your room and begins making greasy pelvic thrusts at your face before returning into the vent system, voxbox around it's neck shouting lewd, agressive nonsense all the while
"NO GENESTEALER ACTION MEANS THAT BELK MUST HAVE OTHER SATISFACTION!"
>Wondering where did that servoskull come from and to who it belongs to.
I don't think so, Jackson... I feel like I only managed to protect her once and she's the one who protected me all the other times...
>a plain looking, but incredibly nervous stormtrooper approaches jackson
I-I reckon it is maybe a bad time for this b-but we found t-this on the ground and, well, where -that- happened.
>shows him a small chain with a pendant
So m-maybe it was something important? Ehm.
>Sam quits standing guard, before LIX´s quarter´s and activates her comm´s visual function.
Maybe it´s gonna be better, than the porn back in the sept...
>The trooper shook her head.
Wait Sam, bad thoughts...
Uh... Yeah, not too long ago. I went for a walk after...
>Ron clears his throat
...Never mind. I found it down inside the ship. I had heard some screaming, followed it, and it led me right to it. That a problem?
Your job is to be you, my job is to protect humanity from the Daemonic.
Are you a human? Yes, so don't worry so much.
This is what nightmares are made of.
I'm alarmed here.
>Dude on Genestealer may be better than Tau porn.
What does this say about Sam?
Also if she wished to request new quarters Alice is right there.
"Jackson, where did Anna go? Stormtroopers said she went into Engineering but didn't....erm....come out?"
>A camera zooms in.
>He might have been chased but these are still all the security systems he hacked or bugged.
Marvellous, now there's also Xenos in the vents.
I don't know who exactly was doing the screaming, but all I found was the Dreadnought. It was asleep, as far as I could tell.
Is something wrong? Shit, you don't think the Dreadnought is the reason I found some empty black Marine armor down there, do you?
But what ship did you find it on? This one or the Poison Star? We....shouldn't have a Dreadnaught....apart from the DJ but he isn't black...
Death Company Dread was on the Astartes Ship IIRC
>smacks the servoskull
>it looks mad but then happily plays with the puppy.
You've been doing great. You just had some bad luck today.
I'll look it over
Just tell me what's in it, now and I'll check it later IC
What what happened?
>takes the pendant and looks it over.
>well now he's angry again
>Delta was calming him nicely
>whelp not anymore
That Bitch Amelia took her...
>Sam continues to watch Larrs and the Genestealer.
Don´t Sam... You´re here for a reason.
>The Trooper looks back at her drones visuals.
Why am I not ashamed anymore?
Tau don´t do that whole "sex stuff", it´s government decisions they do. She is probably repressed.
Well uhm... when we went to secure the gellar field...
> it is clearly the sa e pendant Anna lost on somerius
>also the guardswoman looks like she is afraid you are going to execute her on the spot.
We have already met before good sir, i showed you how to use a khornate as a toilet
>The mechaical vox screams out above you
"STICK IT IN THE POOPE- wait, what do genestealers actually HAVE? Cloacas?"
Yeh, but you're biologically human, i doubt ethereal pheremones work on you like that
>Following behind larrs
Screeeeeeeeeeeeeee: (my title? I am pvt. Jean steela human of the imperium.)
[spoilers]it's been fun fellow humans but I gotta head back to campus and some autistic dickfuck got the campus WiFi banned for 3days this morning I'll follow the thread and see y'all in the next one[/spoilers]
You're asking me? I have no idea.
You what?! How?! Where?!
She can't have left on a Transport, Fleet would have found it!
You're in the right Regiment. Just hang around.
Might have been the Star...
>chuckling he pets the creature on the head
good day to you, looking forward to seeing what happens next
>bored of the new creature the medic slincs off to find the voice that told him to ignore it.
She's on Beshk.
She teleported in, grabbed her and teleported out as I hit her with a null grenade. In hindsight I probably knocked Anna out with it.
Thank you trooper.
M-Miranda. Oh, sorry mylord! You d-did not require me to state my name. Roger that. S-sorry.
>stands there, not quite sure what to do
M-mylord what happened t-to the psyker?
>jumps back, startled
>Still watching through her drone, Sam wonders why Larrs is walking in her direction.
>As she puts two and two together, Sam sends her drone back to the ambassador and attempts to hide in Alices quarter´s.
Sorry, but I think I need to hide in your room for a bit.
>Sam´s Voice screams through the comm, as the drone flies away.
Combined with Virmanthras, she must be one hell of a Psyker, there are few who are that cap-
>Alice is visibly alarmed and even Alan looks over in concern.
Bloody hell lass, what's the matter?!
You sound like you just saw bloody Horus, the traitorous fuck!
Don't even know if this is the ship it was on, Krieger. You want some booze or not?
>thinks for a moment
Warp, you don't want booze. Nobody wants booze, apparently.
Also...uh...I'll take some drinks if you don't mind, my head is killing me.
>Alice downs another few painkillers and shakes the bottle.
Uh....alright then, do as you wish.
>Ron raises an eyebrow
You do know what th-
>Thinking for a moment, Ron decides he will not warn her
Okay, uh, anyone else? Considering our current morale, the drinks are free.
It's okay trooper. You don't have to be so formal with me.
She's off the charts.
>grumbles to himself
Can't use the stupid virus bombs.
Drinks? Free, and I've got it all-
Whoa, big guy, if you want something to drink, you gotta wait until I've got everyone who's coming.
Oh. Well, um.- can this wait?
She's bloody where?! Oh, oh this is FANTASTIC!
>Alan chooses this point to take on a grim expression and quietly mutters "Oh dear." under his breath.
Whiskey or something, maybe a few pints if you don't mind.
Why would he want to do that? But you can stay in here for a while anyway.
>Both Wellesley's balk at the mention of Virus Bombing but decide not to speak up, better to let LIX decide whether to explode or not.
Oh. Wellesley, could you take everyone who is gonna drink down to the hold? My setup is down there, and feel free to crack anything open you want.
>turns to Behrend
Just so you know, I'm Inquisition now. If I don't come back in one piece, it ain't ending well.
>Sam shrugs, not knowing the answer.
I don´t know. He asked the drone, who I am and then went to look for me. I´m just glad he didn´t follow the drone towards the ambassador. Whish reminds me, he said I should ask for my own quarter´s between his hiding spot and your´s.
>Sam hears Larrs knocking.
Ah. F**k no!
>opening the door he steps in, flashing a twisted grin at>>45307452
hello again, I didn't get a chance before to ask you if you wanted to perform with me at the Ogryns funeral.
>his augmented eye darts towards Sam, holding it's gaze.
No, you're free to do whatever.
I'll start sending probes to the system and checking it out. I'll keep the Mechanicus fleet with us... we're going to need them.
>some medical staff members come to put Rax back together.
You got it Ron, alright everyone lets go down to the hold and get some drinks. Come on you lot.
And quit worrying Sam, he ain't gonna get ya. Also sure, you can have your own quarters, I'll have your stuff brought up.
>Alice opens the door and gestures for everyone to follow her to the Bay with the Booze.
>Stares at you dumbfounded.
Wha - WHAT? A funeral is a place to pay respects! It... it- GAH.
>Sam seems to be unable to talk right now.
>Sam nods at Alice, eager to leave and take a drink.
Snooping? I was just walking around, like I usually do, when I hear fucking screaming. What do you expect me to do, run away?
>thinking about it, Ron decides he does not want that question answered
So I found your black Dreadnought. So what? Is he some kind of super secret test subject?
No! If there is anything you do not want to do is send an army to Beshk unless you're ready to purge the place.
The whole planet is a fucking mess of corruption, heresy and crime. If you come shoving your fleet all you will cause is panic, which will in turn give a distraction big enough for Amelia to flee!
>turning sharply on his heels he faces the woman fully, offering her a still gloved hand.
I don't believe we've met, thou I do reconise that voice.
>whirring can be heard from his eye, is it. zooming in? or taking a photograph?
are we getting drinks?
>Alan half raises his arm as if to suggest something but covertly lowers it.
>"No, best to let Alice know about -that- first."
>Clears his throat and addresses the pair.
Excuse me you two, but I believe this can be discussed shortly, however I believe drinks were suggested, after the day I'd say you all may need them.
>He gestures out the door after Alice.
>The tau diplomat is currently having played a video about Larrs and the genestealer played in front of him.
Really, Gue´vesa Hawthorn? You still have those interests?
>As Va´sa begins to mutter something about preventing a reeducation, the drone begins to return to Sam.
>looks confused, but >>45307649 takes most of his attention
>as the procedure begins, Rax is put to sleep due to the necessity of breaking most of his bones so they can be set to their normal positions
with that, I'm off to sleep. Have fun guys!
Don't be stupid Greely, you have something against me for being a "traitor" yet you're surrounded by mercenary marines that worked for far more "evilier" Xenos than what I will ever do.
>You notice the security cameras are centered into you.
It is a common error to mistake Malal with a chaos god but he is everything oppossed to them, I want chaos finished as much as you do, we should be working together, not against each other.
Your attack was foolish and stupid but I'm still open to give you a second chance for cooperation.
>Sam gulps, before answering.
I was the voice in the drone. Any more questions and you´re visiting medbay - WITHOUT company.
>The trooper walks towards the bay.
I need a drink.
>grabs the pariah's throat and slams him against the wall, holding him there
Chems are fickle things, blank. Who knows what visions they give to those who use them.
>smirking at the agressive response he withdraws his hand, the augmented eye flashes before he turns swiftly to walk away, humming to himself.
>he follows there lead, eager for a drink.
It is ruled by a triumvirate of three houses, House Vandarr, a stable yet shady house known to possess numerous cantinas and other enjoyment facilities over the whole planet, they make a lot of money out of them, but they're popularity lies in the shady bussiness one can do in them.
House Tynnus, the one who the planetary governor belongs to. They have good tides in the pdf and the family is well-known for their millitary service.
And then there's house Kent... my house...
>Still arguing, the Guardsmen knock wadas corpse over.
I´d say we burn him! That´s what Hueman wanted!
No, we space him. Less fuel wasted that way!
It´s better, when we hand him to the kitchen! Gonna have a month´s long extra rations then!
Are you all stupid? Is comrades would never agree to anything but the first option!
I well... I m-myself come from a death world mylord. Atirring up trouble there is... well, kind of like poking at a nest of wasp, except the wasps are three metres long, fire spitting, armored and organized. T-this is why I am a sniper mylord. S-skulking kinda comes, n-naural. Eheheh. Eh. Sorry. A-anyway if I was in charge... and I am not s-so feel free to ignore me anytime mylord! I would ehm ehm. Put together a small team, ship them on the planet on a small cargo ship, under disguise, and quietly sneak around until the prey is on sight. Ehm.
>coming across the two guardsman on his way to check on the preperations the Ork screams at them in anger.
WOT THE HELL IZ YOU GITS DOIN!
>the brim of his aquired kommissar har is casting his slit like eyes in shadows.
>Alice leads the drinkers down to the aforementioned bay and carefully starts checking through the drinks.
He wasn't lying, we've got a bit of everything here people! Tell me what you want and I'll find it!
What about House Kent?
>Alice continues to look after she finally finds some Rum.
I do believe you should stick to the first option Troopers. It would be most disrespectful to do the second or the third, and our bosses simply cannot tolerate people who disrespect the dead in such a manner.
>Walker nods at Bob then returns to glaring at the Troopers.
>Sam just sighs and follows Alica and Alan with Larrs.
It´s just because of the drink.
>She calmly lowers her Voice and looks at Larrs, making sure no one else hears her.
Heard you had tau magazines, care to spare a copy?
>struggles to breathe
The only thing I'm telling them is that a Space Marine named Behrend took me into an empty corridor-
>inhales, with some effort
-assaulted me, and threatened me. You're going to put me down now. Before this escalates, Marine.
>Ron really hopes this will work
What about your house?
Good plan but we'll need some serious firepower to hurt her. I might have just the thing though...
I sorta did, we had elected officials. Not really nobles just rich people.
T-they control the space port... no ship comes in or out without them knowing.
>Hard to not notice she used "they" rather than "we".
I know that my father was in some kind of extra bussiness too... but I don't know what thise were...
Rolled 10 (1d10)
>In shock one of the guardsmen grabs his melta and fires. The other´s are only capably to yell at him to stop.
>It was to late.
roll 1 - 5 hit wada, roll 6 - 10 hit bob
>Ron's eyes bulge
C'mon, then. Kill an Inquisitorial agent, that'll make you look good. Your black Dreadnought'll be safe then, won't it?
>breathing through his teeth
But wait, killing me is pointless, 'cuz I already told my people about it. All it would do is make it worse.
>Ron's vision is starting to go black
"The whole sector I live in was founded on the idea that we didn't want to put up with nobles, actually.. then the Tau show up, led by a bunch of pheremone-shitting Xenobles and occupy half the sector."
Was there a rift between you and them?
Possibly the most powerful psyker in the galaxy right now...
Alice can you please step back for a second?
>he's holding something in his hand
M-my aunt didn't want to take me into her custody once my father dies, I do not blame her, she had two kids to take care of aside from a huge bussiness she'd have to command alone from that day forwards... that's the reason I was taken to the schola and then to the Callidus Temple... never saw them again.
I am n-not an expert of xeno politics, m-mylord. I am only concerned with their biology. N-namely where v-vital organs are, ehehe... eh... uhm. Forgive me.
I s-suggest the b-bullet to be fired from a l-long. long distance then. From the middle of a crowd if possible, so if the psyker is a telepath it will have some hard time finding you even with a mental scan. However there is a-always the possibility of a diviner, so setting up more than an ambush is obligatory, and... ehm.
>she seems oddly competent on the matter
>even more so for such a cowardly stuttering mess
Woah man, don't rate Amy so high. Arhiman called, he said back the fuck down.
Sounds....complicated, how are we going to deal with it?
>Alan taps a few buttons on his gauntlet and a message is transmitted from his ship, requesting that another vessel enter the System.
Sure, you want something by the way?
>Alice gestures to the large quantity of drinks as she backs towards them.
I have a rather tasty set of images involing two fire caste one kroot, if that's what you want? thou I also havesome more... vanilla sets of both of those.
>turning to face her in full he smiles.
and what's in it for me is a meeting with the Tau you have hiding somewhere aboard this ship.
Rolled 9 (1d10)
You know what Mr. Hueman? You´re in charge of the funeral now!
But we could -
No, the Ogryn is not going to end up as rations! Shut up about it!
>Two of the guardsmen argue, as they abandon the third to his fate, and run from the morgue.
What about Danny?
He is going to die, Jim! Keep running!
>Jim raises his melta and fires again.
S-Stay away from me! I didn´t do anything wrong!
>Stares at you, now completely taken aback.
How do you know? No, don´t answer mr. Xenospecialist. Meeting him? You have to ask Ms. Wellesley.
Dammit, two fire caste... Sorry, no deal.
Alice is going to have Sam´s belongings brought to her new quarter´s. If it´s still on the bunk, then she get´s the propaganda, yes. Personally, I let Sam walk there later and fetch it herself.
>Sam drops her conversation with Larrs and hurries to Alice.
Hey Larrs! Make yourself useful!
She is, among other things. But Living Saints(As in the legit "I'z got Emprah Powers" ones, not just the "I happened to be alive" ones) are Psykers.
WAIT A MINUTE: I doomed myself, I didn't quite remember the 'out of range' bit. My bad. I am, the dumb. Retcon or go with?
>Cursing, Sam catches the medic and lays him onto the ground. She reaches for her comm and practically screams inside.
Hello? Medbay? Problem´s with Ma´am Wellesley and Medic larrs!
Ron, You're just drinking too much. If anything this will help you.
Well that explains somethings
We might have to do something like that but we'll have to block her powers.
Yeah to avoid the whole Alice thing I asked her to back up. It just wasn't noticed. Sorry, I should have put hat on it's own line
>Perkins and his squad hear the call and sprint as fast as a full load of equipment will let them.
>The squad attempts to stabilize Ron and bring him back to consciousness.
Ey, you alright mate? Talk to us man, come on.
>Looking over to Alice for a moment.
You´re allright! And I thought...
>Turning back to Larrs, Sam yells again into the comm.
Hello? Larrs has more problem´s than usual! need help!
Where the Warp is Jackson? That idiot- fuck, my throat hurts. You gotta get either Alan or Alice out here, now. These marines are hiding something worth killing over.
Uhm, w-we could just bomb the area? Ehm. Maybe she likes to wander in public? Make, ehm, secessionist speeches? It will just make a tiny little bit of collateral damage. In the hundreds of civilians it is still an acceptable term, r-right?
>The vox crackles as the xeno turns to face you, it's eyes and mouth sewn shut
"Do you know just who the hell I am, supermonkeigh?"
>The creature drops the medic and somersaults over you in such a way that your visor is smeared up with xeno grease. By the time you clean it up it's gone
>Alice peers around room looking for the collapsed and now disappeared Larrs, before shrugging and bring the bottles that over to LIX, Jackson and Miranda.
Indeed we didn't, I trust the items that were offered would be sufficient to keep your services? There are more once the contract is complete, I assure you.
Not another one.....
>staggering to his feet the medic is still laughing.
you know... I really don't like people knowing I'm a psyker, they give you funny looks and avoid you, they treat you like a freak and try to avoid talking to you, it's pretty rude if you ask me.
>he is clearly in pain and his resting heavily on his metal leg.
He'll be fine in a few minuets. The shock is just temporary
Yeah, I expected that.
Nah, I think Delta would like to keep civvi deaths to a zero.
Larrs stand down!
>stands up and hand Delta a Null grenade as he approches Larrs
>turning to Jackson he grins.
why would I stand down? who the in the warp stands DOWN, you stand up you silly man.
>the medic errupts into laughter at his own joke before collapsing to the floor in a giggling fit.
Alright, one second....
>Perkins stands and goes for his Vox while another Squad member helps Ron up.
Inquisitor Wellesley is otherwise engaged at the moment, but Interrogator Wellesley is available. Would you prefer to go to Medical or the Regiment's Quarters?
......Wait one....Apparently there is a Psyker doing things in your storage bay....Shall we head there?
P-pity. W-well it is n-not like she is in charge r-right? So you get t-the last word on it. I w-was just suggesting a practical solution.
>there is a strange light in Miranda's eyes
W-when are we going, mylord?
You never came to help. I wasn't in the hold with you guys, so yeah.
Yeah, the hold. Wait, the hold?! My booze!
>stands up and runs, sputtering out hoarse profanities
>he seems to be contemplating life itself.
>"why is it called stand down... what else is wrong with the world..."
for some reason I thought you were in the hold
>Alice tries to place herself infront of LIX, as she should.
>She doesn't expect the move to be unopposed.
Technically my Bodyguards yes, but really, you would be assigned to my Interrogator, Alice....
>gestures to Alice a few tables over.
.....Your task would be protection mostly, perhaps a little assault, really aside from listening to the rare order you'd be free to do battle as you see fit.
>It makes her shiver.
>She's already been "Sugested for mating" by a Psyker and a Genestealer today.
What part of I'm taken do you lot not get? Do I have to start wearing a compromise ring around?
>Perkins and Squad tuck their medical gear away and start sprinting after Ron.
Ron is heading to his bay. Behrend is also in this bay. I sense fun times ahead.
But can we trust you? Hiding that you are a psyker makes you suspicious, at least. Especially considering our expirences with rouge psykers. I don't see why we should take this risk. One guardsman more or less. In the end nobody will care.
*draws his bolt pistol*
>Holds her shoulder.
>She knows she also wants to be on the first line of defence.
>Walks up to her position, standing by her side rather than a step behind or a step ahead from her.
hahaha, it just hurts is all...
>getting up slowly he looks around to see the looks of the shocked and scared guardsman.
you... you guys really think I'm creepy?
>he would look dejected if it wasn't for the sly smile he was holding onto.
don't flatter yourself darling.
>he finds this infinetly funny and continues to giggle.
>walking towards the quarter master with his arms up he smiles, I have engaged in combat agaisnt Deamons my friend, I know things.
>he laughs again.
I'm worth keeping, trust me.
Well, I didn't want to impose......
>"Well LIX seems to finally get it....for now at least."
Aye, if she uh....agrees.
I haz plan, we may not need invasion Fleet for Beshk, but we will definitely need one for the Tyranids that will be right next door.
No offense to you, but back on my home world psyker had the unhealthy habit to explode. The superior´s stationed there still don´t know why. I mean... it´s nothing personal. Being a psyker and a pervert are normally exclusive, I thought.
>Sam turns to Alice sighing.
Say, should we give him a guarded room for now?
>Ron, followed by the Stormtroopers who assisted him, finally reaches the part of the hold in which he has set up his bar. He is breathing raggedly, but can still speak
Alice! The Marines!
>turns to see Behrend and Alan
Bastard! Choked me out! The black dreadnought, the black marine armor! Fucking asshole!
Well now we get to watch everyone accuse each other of things. It's rare for me to be here instead of being accused.
Don't kill Anna Jackson still has to work to try and save her. Or if you really want to kill her do it in front of Jackson so it's more tragic
Now things got even better.
No, we're just going to try and not destroy the planet so no tank columns.
>Alan stands from his seat and looks at Ron.
Ah, I believe that I have an inkling of what you speak....
Well it's a bit soon lass I'd say lass, but if if would stop people from harassing you and you said okay, sure.
>looks at LIX.
Well Amelia/Virmy is/are the villain/villains, but there is the planet to be dealt with too.
I would be for monday, need to ask the other´s.
>Sam nods and goes for her comm-bead.
Hello? Jackson, Sir? Greely? Question regarding Larrs. Guarded single room or not?
I doubt we can go to the bay right now.
>She blushes even more.
>Like really those cheeks are tomatoes by now.
Y-yes! No! Maybe! I-I-I don't know!
>Has given every possible answer in a single sentence.
>Horribly nervous about it.
Sam. I'm right here. You might want to get outta the way.
Oh shit we got a fight on our hands!
Can you what?
I would vote to put the Tau/Nids thing on hold. I want to do some good old fashion detective work to find Amelia
Can I s-shoot the medic mylord? I.. know I shouldn't ask maybe b-but, ehm... Uh...
>miranda's hand goes nervously to the bolt pistol at her belt
Miranda is easily the msot evil character of the three I have of course.
Sorry, my mistake, Sir? Permission to clear my head in the quarter´s?
>Sam takes a few steps away from Larrs.
Even if he´s a pervert he hasn´t done anything really nad, right?
Well that was very insightful....
>Alice looks confused while Alan chuckles quietly.
The Tyranids can wait until after we deal with Beshk aye, we've got about a week or so IC to sort it out. That's plenty of time.
See what I started.
We got a fight right there.
A marriage proposal over here
And... what? no. Were not shooting anyone.
God dammit are they all evil?
>disbelieving, Ron stares
Are you fucking serious right now? Alright.
>unholsters his laspistol, and points it at Behrend
I'll just start going and see where I end up.
Sorry, but it looks like, that´s no longer a decision for me to make.
>Sam fiddles uncomfortable at her lasgun.
>The Trooper just scowls.
I may not like him all that much either, but we should for once give him the benefit of the doubt.
And as for it not being a problem, different home worlds, different values.
>Sam seems to get more aggressive.
Isn´t the term for that, murderhobo?
Anna is not evil, just a cunt but you should kinda ask her WHY. Amelia has been kinda forced into being a cosmic kind of evil, what with being Virmanthras' grand-grand-grand daughter. Miranda is straight up murderous with no grater purpose.. It is still a penal regiment.
HEY! dinner and a movie first!
>take a graceful step back the medic slips a knife from a latch on his back, to those who can hear the wraithbone sings softly.
I REALLY don't want to do this.
>he glances at the two of them.
you're kidding right... and to think, I really had the hots for ONE of you.
>narrows his eyes at the Inquisitor
Right then, here's my side.
>adjusts his uniform to show the large red marks on his neck from being choked out
Now, excuse me, but I'd like to finish this quickly.
How close are these nids? because they can take hundreds of years to reach a planet after they enter a system
This is getting outta hand
Delta, Alice sorry for ruining your moment
>stands on the bar
>fires his bolt pistol in the air
EVERYBODY SHUT UP AND CALM THE FUCK DOWN!!!! Alice as you were saying.
Look, Larrs, I´m kinda full of conflicting feelings right now. Vould we talk that out over that drink later?
>Sam raises her lasgun, she seems to be taking Larrs´ side.
You´re NOT shooting him.
>Sam raised her lasgun at Miranda.
Penal or not, we ought to have some morals here.
Ah. I see. Would you mind taking a drink or some painkillers for a moment? That looks nasty.
Now, your side please, actually, perhaps given what I -suspect- is the problem, you should do that in text or in private.
Thank you, now LIX I believe I was-
ENOUGH. OF. THIS. I WILL HAVE ORDER HERE!
>This time, the shout comes from a rather furious Alice.
Very well, my apologies Trooper Laroque, I shall do my utmost to sort this, and will arrange a suitable.....'insurance payment' if that would ease your reaction.
>glaring at the Inquisitor
Would you mind jumping out an airlock? Yes? Same here.
You'd better hope so too, because I intend to tear you limb from limb big boy, Space Marine or not. But if the Inquisitor wants to hear you out, he'll do it here. I won't let whatever you're hiding stay hidden.
I AGREE WITH THE MONKEI...
>looking at >>45309705 he giggles, I wouldn't.
>winking at>>45309683 he giggles again before dropping the knife and turning to >>45309714
I'm... flatterd, should I be?
>The moment is ruined.
>"Why do all the moments I have with Alice arise when the situation is this bad? I just... I just want to be with her in peace..."
>Tries hiding a blush.
>"She looks so cute when she's mad..."
>Sam glares at Miranda for a moment, before lowering her lasgun.
If you say so, Sir.
Already lowered my Gun, sorry.
>Sam begins to look ashamed again.
Maybe. Let´s get shitfaced first.
Gonna switch to phone.
then todays your lucky day.
>performing an over the top bow the medic extends his arms.
my name is Larrs Fireheart, former son of Monksfrow Fireheart, leader of the craft world known as FallenPheonix...
>A short burst of laughter.
emphesis on 'former son'
I'll choose to ignore that, mud eater
While your not wrong, your not right either.
Maybe to you.
Well shit. Nice to meet you. What did you do to get kicked out? And why'd you pick here?
Anna knew about this
>wakes up in his quarters
>surrounded by beer cans
Aaaaaahh.... What happened...?
Hey! What's going on? Why are you all so glum? There's shit to kill!
I wasn't kicked out, I left, I joined the Harlequins, then left again...
>the Eldar scoops to pick up the wraithbone blade.
you have nice alchohol and pretty womem, what other reason can I give?
But it is n-not each other. It is j-just an alien, no one get angry if I shoot aliens.
You d-d-do not understand art...
It happens. I was banned once for like one hour for, and I quote, posting pedopornografic material on teegee. While I barely post ANY image on it. Sometimes 4chan derps or someone sharing your network got banned or shit like that.
>Alan enters the room and stands behind the table, what with his armour preventing him from taking the chair.
Never said you weren't a soldier, calm down lass.
>Alice checks her gauntlet.
By the way, your new Quarters are ready, five down from mine.
we Eldar have a long time to practise our arts, believe me when I say that I am experianced with many things.
my thanks Human, you are a friend to the Eldar, even if I am not.
tssk, no taste, my advice... avoid the one in black armor, they taste far too bitter.
>notices her for the first time, blinks
Well its damn good to see an honest to throne Guardswoman around here for a change! Where you from and whatd you do to get stuck in all this groxshit?
Now, he did seem like one of the decent ones, so...please, your side of the story.
Don't see why not. Could come with you if you wanted, thinks got a little to hectic here for my liking.
>Alice picks a bottle of Rum off the table and shrugs.
Uhm, I am M-Miranda. A s-sniper, eheh. Ehm. It comes k-kinda natural on m-my planet since well, if you get s-seen you are p-pretty much granted to b-be eaten... i-it is a d-death world.
>miranda looks like a very plain and unremarkable girl with short hair, except for some kind of tribal tattoo on her face. She's lugging a sniper rifle of unusual form with her.
>not even giggling, just stares
>one of Jackson's men bursts into the room
"Sir!! Theirs been a containment breach!!!"
Must you yell it? It's not that important.
"Error code 83"
>In one swift motion Jackson has bounded over 3 tables and is sprinting down the hall.
> Not wanting to emberass herself, Sam takes off to the femal quarters.
See you there, Ma'am!
Maybe over a drink?
> Before you can answer, Sam already disappeared around a corner.
>Alan nods in understanding.
And I assume his mentioning of an 'onyx' coloured piece of equipment or two aboard your vessel would be what alerted you to this?
Well, I could proclaim ignorance of exactly what that equipment is, but I'd rather not insult both yourself and myself.
So.....I believe that I shall instruct an extra course on when to and what to be discreet about onto his training and let the matter resolve it's self....if it happens again.....well I doubt I could persuade you to be lenient again.
Said training only happening if Ron still wishes his dude to go for it of course
You -may- not be able to, although that isn't your fault, you don't exactly have the ingredients, but Ron however, does, Happy Hour apparently.
What in the Emperor's name......
>Alice shrugs again and follows Sam out of the room with another look at the sprinting Jackson.
Rather odd that...
>jumps back protecting her weapon
Ah- s-sorry for that, I ... Ehm, maybe next time!
>hurries back to her paranoically fortified room
It is me, Amelia. Our resident sorceress kidnapped Anna so I will use Miranda until we rescue her. Also, am going to sleep.
Well ok. Guess shes one of those that get funny about their guns. Not like I don't understand...
Ah! Good to see ya m8. Also, goodnight to you too.
> Sam arrives in the quarters and walks over to her old bunk.
The Trooper notices a small book and puts it in her pockets, after looking it over.
Farsight Propaganda? Didn't the ethereals outlaw him?
>He hurries into the lab then the sub lab to find his men aiming an a wall segment.
"Pods one and two ruptured and 3/4 seem to be damaged. DNA restructuring went out of control."
Why wasn't I notified?
"You were, comms aren't secured yet."
Fine, breach, clear and kill all subjects.
"Sir! Yes! Sir!"
Indeed, now I would say return to your drinks if you wished, I have to make some arrangements, and await the arrival of another vessel.
>Alan offers Behrend his hand.
I believe so, if I remember my classes, his views were considered somewhat Radical.
Was he the one that actually acknowledged Daemons and the Warp?
And yes, everything's packed and transferred, excluding your most private belongings and that pamphlet.
Gear was scanned -thoroughly- when they brought in, they'll scan the rest of it too. I do value the privacy of my personnel you know.
I would say yes, but you weren't asking of me.
> Startled, Sam hides the book.
Yeah... Isn't that a eldar sect?
She scrounges her bunk for other valuables and finds nothing.
I see... sorry for doubting you... Then I'm gonna leave the rest herein
leaving wada funeral for next thread]
The Harlequins are actors, performers, as well as deadly combatants both, for some, they are one and the same.
They hold no Allegiance to any Craftworld or Sect, only to the Laughing God
I know that the most common group is a 'Troupe' as one expects, and I've been told that 'Masques' are at least one 'Troupe accompanied by actors with unique or specialized talents.
These are the most basic of basics. If that suits you.
spot on, you missed out the part about the solitaires thou.
>the Eldar smiles wistfuly.
I almost was one... but I failed my self and my race. in the eyes of my former kin I am no more an Eldar than any of you here...
I do my best to stay informed.....
But you failed your race? Would you mind if I asked why? If so, I apologize and understand.....everyone has Skeletons in their Foxhole, to borrow a Guard 'term'.
>smiles and nods at the Ork
Fungus beer for you, I assume? Hard to get, that... But yes, today, the drinks are free. Haven't had enough people come down lately, and considering recent events, it seemed appropriate.
This might help you catch up. I don't think it's completely up to date though. We also have a steam group that I can't link because I'm on mobile. Jump in whenever you like, just keep in mind this thread is almost autosaged and we probably won't have another until next Monday at 2 GMT.
Those Necrons have stood in a foxhole filled with Dead Guardsmen.
Jump in as you wish, but as Behrend says this one is almost kill so you might not get that much action in this one.
>smiling st the intimacy the Eldar pats her hair..
I was weak, the role of the solitaire is to play the devil so to speak... we are the representation of the being that caused our race to fall.
>he looks wistfuly away.
I took the role too far, I knew my soul was already forfit and it made me foolish. I wish to delve no further.
>looking down at Sam sleeping on top of him he smiles.
I am happy now and I would let my soul belong to that monster a thousand times over if it allowed me to make those I have started to care about happy to.
>makes a face
What is with people and whiskey? Alright.
>grabs an entire bottle
Here you go, keep it. I ain't an expert on psychology, but you might need this after today.
It's a noble goal to keep the ones you care about safe.....but..You mean you Solitares act as....err...I know the Eldar have a term for it, something about not saying it's name...
What was it they said?.....
>Alice silently mouths "She Who Thirsts" in Eldar, as if unsure of the terminology.
>raises a glass quietly
>Turns to jackson and whispers
"The tau girl. She fell asleep next to the Eldar."
"Seems our Eldar friend got kicked from the Harlequins. I didn't even know that was possible. Says he was a Solitare and took his role too far. Which makes no damn sense, because Solitares don't hang out around other Eldar."
Mhm, one can say what they want about the Eldar and their schemes....err....no offense, but one certainly can't fault your skill in the arts.
And by the Warp, might be possible, I mean I never thought I'd see my family again after I enlisted but I did.
The God Emperor works in mysterious ways.....although that most likely isn't a comfort to you for obvious reasons.
Think about it... He took his roll to far... His roll was "she-who-thirsts" possibly meaning at one point he reached levels of depravity that surpassed the dark eldar.
Well the grenades work by forceably ripping warp energy out and dispelling it back into the warp. In theory it affects us all to some degree.
I've never heard them being solely blanks though.
"All Solitaires are blanks, Jackson. Trust me on this. There's no way a race as sensitive as the Eldar could play Slaanesh unless they had no soul.Meaning your null grenade wouldn't have done dick."
"There's something off about this guy."
>nodding the Eldar sighed.
I've done terrible things Alice, I wasn't meant to be a Solitaire, I tried to force myself to become one... I wanted to dance like they did, I saw one once, in battle, I saw how they rippled in and tore out the heart of a SpaceMarine commander... it was breath taking... so I tried to do the same.
>the Eldar sighs loudly.
It was not my role to fulfil.
I see, we all must walk our own path it seems.
May we all find luck on our own......
>Alice waits for Larrs to look towards her face, then starts mouthing words, obviously without sound.
>"Watch what you say and where you say it. Watch yourself around Jackson, his friends tend to listen where they shouldn't."
>Alice taps the mic on her headset for emphasis.
>"Greely I'm not too sure about, but I know he isn't too keen on Eldar."
>"Gary just likes making booze out of Xenos as you saw."
>Again, all of the 'dialogue' was silent.
>nodding the Eldar smirks at her.
of course I am really here because I am the direct decendant of your Emporer, he had many affairs with Eldar women.
>he his smiling at her and mouths "wait for it"
Can I know what Jackson did to Alice to gain her hate? Truthfully I only remember we've gotten in a few shouting matches
>laughs rather loud
I knew it!!
>raising his voice now the Eldar continues.
thou some may not beleive my claims, I can assure them of my linnage, look at this.
>he mouths "sound shocked" to >>45312954
>mouths "wait for what?" in return.
Alice has a healthy distrust of Jackson that mainly stems from the whole deceit about the Null Implant and him being adamant about it being a 'checkup'. If he'd just been honest about it she'd still tell him to bugger off but at least he'd have won honesty points.
Oh and the Magos listening in on her conversations didn't help either.
Jackson can say he didn't order it(And from what I've seen he didn't) but would Alice really believe him atm?
By the God Emperor! How....I don't....I.....oh.
>Alice has the courtesy to put just the right amount of honesty into her tone as she speaks.
>holding back his laughter the Eldar makes an effort to sound regal.
none can deny it now, I trully am the rightful ruler of mankind.
>he mouths "I think I'm going to be shot"
"Bull. Fucking. Shit."
"I'm hitting the vents."
>sneaks through ventilation system to spy on them, begins to slip on deldar grease, making noise as he does up above Alice and Larrs. You hear Greely shout:
I didn't think it was possible for a descendant of our God Emperor to live still.
>Alice mouths "Oh no no, Gary will take his time if he catches you" in turn.
>still sitting at the table
Well that was a good laugh but Greely really should have known that Human and Eldar Genomes are far too different to be intertwined and produce offspring... And I made myself sad again.
>downs the rest of his special flask.
>Greely's arms are mechanical, so you're squeezing ceramite
"I'm suggesting your lordship go fuck himself. Though this does explain what that greasy little gimp wanted with you."
not according to old fluff/rumors
I think he was implying that his 'Prince' have sexual intercourse with the woman in these quarters.
Isn't implying that a member of the Royal Family would do such a thing Heresy?
>Alice can't help herself now, she's actually chuckling, all she can do is hope that the gig isn't up.
Thronedammit! FUCK! Now I have a headache. Well you know what? There's enough idiocy on this ship it'll be taken care of. I'm gonna drink more and hit the rack. Damn but I miss Theresia...
Greely! I have traps set in those vents! Be careful!
bout that time to turn in for me too. Night yall
>licking his lips he smirks at Greely
tis not the proper way to adress your rightful ruler.
>blowing the Enraged Throne Agent a kiss, the Eldar Emps, Baby, totally not making this up, true ruler of mankind winks again.
>he smiles at her.
such awfully heretical things to think.
>the auto translator vox kit from earlier a was wrapped around the Human not a genestealer gaurdman's neck has now been incorporated into his throat by his strangely fast but still completey normal for a human healing factor
>it is now embedded like a post tracheotomy voice box perfectly transmitting the normal human and not at all genestealer screeees into both high and low Gothic
Screeee: what an interesting development fellow humans, to believe that a foul xenos and an Eldar at that is a descendant of our divine Emperor
screeeeeeeeeeeeeee: (greetings fellow human may I have one human drink to help me relax after a long hard day of normal human activities. I am a human yes.)
"Yeah, i'm done. These clothes are about ruined anyway."
>Climbs out of the vent and lands on the ground, his augmetic legs breaking his fall with a ~click~
>Smears a whole bunch more goop off on the Eldar
"Have fun with that, your lardship. I'm going to use the shower for the next two or three days. Good thing my augs are waterproof."
>Walks off, slips on the slime, catches himself and spins back up.
"I meant to do that!"
and i too am off for cozy smugs
>laughing at the angry Throne Agent, the Eldar waves him off.
>walking towards the bar the Eldar sits on a stool next to a sleeping Bob whose bottle is now empty.
barman? one sex on the beach please.
That was perhaps just a little too much? But....I must be off to bed I'm afraid, I'd suggest getting yourself some Quarters in the Officer's Section, just pick whichever one you like, it'll keep you safer.
Just.....uh....shout on me if you need anything, I'm apparently the one who gets to amass Xenos and Xeno accessories for the next while...
>Alice walks over to her quarters and gets ready for cozy sleeps.
Roight chaps, I'm bloody knackered innit, I'll stay around 'til the thread is kill tho.
>breifly fubles with the shot glass in his obviously human hands that don't look at all like genestealer claws
>somehow manages to throw it back while only spilling half on his face
screeeeeeeeeeeeeeee: wow what a good human drink I as a totally human guy love these
screeeeeeeeee?: what do you want with me a totally normal human, xenos?
>waving her off her calls out to her
I thank you, thou I may stay with Sam tonight... I will enjoy a drink or two frist thou.
>he pats the guardsman on the carapace and congratulates them.
you drink well my friend.
>understands that Greely wasn't angry until he slipped. however the Eldar continues to the rightful heir to the throne and won't take no for an answer. "maybe I can get a hat" he thinks, "a really big hat, with feathers."
screeeeeeeeeeeee?: is that a challenge?
screeeeeeeee: you should now better than to challenge a human to a drinking contest Eldar
screeeeeeeeeeeeeee!: Barkeep line the bar with two rows of the hardest stuff you got this Xenos needs a lesson in how we fellow humans do it.
Sure, why not.
>lines up some sort of glowing green liquid, probably alcoholic
>Ron takes out some sort of mechanical device, sits back, and watches
screeeeeeeeee: try and keep up xenos.
>proceeds to slurp up the shots in a matter of seconds with his strangely long but still totally a human and not genestealer tongue.
>laughing at the pitiful attempt the Eldar knocks
back two more shots before belching loudly.
none can best Larrs Fireheart!
>he takes another two shot, finishing his line before standing up and shouting in victory.
>downs the last of his line in one go
>wobbly as the golden throne's psyker soul receptor unit before bi decade maintenance
>screees under his breath about human pride and showing xenos what for while stumbling back to his bunk with the rest of the gaurdsmen.