Penal Regiment /tg/

>>1308217
>thanks to his patented hyper-paranoia envolving anything remotely insect shaped he runs screaming into his bunker and initiates a full lockdown regardless of who ever is inside
>he then sits in the soundproofed room clutching at his flamers

>>1308217
>Isabelle would be having an evening meal inside the mess tent, awaiting for her Regiment's orders to finally muster out.

>>1308217
>somewhere, deep in a dark canyon, Forze finally lands

>>1308217
>Luciena wandered as her long red robe glided across the ground, dozens if not hundreds of small mechanical tendrils spewing out from under it as she muttered to herself in binary,
>one perked up at the smell of motor oil dripping and looked at a nearby tank husk
>the hood covered her face, only a single red dot in the darkness as she glided over to the husk, touching it gently

>>1308218
>Malak would face palm his own helmet at the sight of this act of cowardice, and utter stupidity.
>He'd then go and bang on the prefab metal bulkhead door, before going, and poking his head through the bunkers gun port.

For Terra's sake Tech-Priest; open the God damn door! You just barricaded the command bunker! What the hell are we going to do if we come under attack!

>>1308220
>Forze has landed about two clicks south of base camp

>>1308217

>The Colonel of the 277th Orvustillian Mechanised Infantry Regiment, would be seated upon the Baneblade "Steel Glory". A ham and cheese sandwich in his hand, and he stares up at the star filled, night sky above him.
>>1308218
>Then he would cast a glance at the sheer stupidity that the Tech-Priest from Theta Gamma was commiting...

>"How the hell did my regiment get clumped in with these Dipshits...?"

>>1308221
>Malak would cast a glance towards the other Tech-Priest, gesturing that she should come over.

Hey! You! Tech-Priest! Come over here for a moment, and give me a hand with this!

>>1308222
>screams
FUCK WRONG BUNKER
>and promptly opens the door before running for his spider bunker
>>1308224
>hearing this while running past he yells
Actually I'm not with these ass holes it just seems like a good time

>>1308225
>Luciena looks at Malak then at the tank again then back at him before putting a piece of paper to the husk and hurrying over to him
>she's a good head or two shorter than him as she looks up at him
Y-yes?
>she was slightly startled that a Tempestor was requesting her

>>1308223
>recovering from his rough landing, Forze takes in his current situation. Nothing's broken, but he's bleeding from a cut just above his right eye. He's bruised and battered to be sure, but it won't be much trouble to get up and walk.
Could be worse.

>>1308228
>a few minutes unto his trek to the base, Forze thinks he might have heard a chittering noise
>roll for awareness

>stay with Malak
if i am not mistaken we do have a baneblade ?

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>1308229
>Forze looks around

>>1308226
>Malak would let out a sigh as the Tech-Priest goes running out the bunker. Probably having left it a mess...

>>1308227
>Turning to the far shorter female Tech-Priest, he'd simply shake his head.

Never mind.... I was going to ask you to help me overide the lockdown that your cowardly binary compatriot over there---
>He'd motion towards>>1308226

---had initiated, before running away. But I guess that won't be needed now.

>He'd take a look inside the prefab command bunker, curious as to how much of a ruin it is now.

Though there's a chance, that I might need your help with fixing it it seems...

>>1308226
when I do > plus quotation marks, it means that I'm doing a private thought. Just so you know.

>>1308233
I know sorry I didn't notice

>Epsilon falls out of his bunk and onto the floor. his dogtags fall onto his head from their normal sleeping place of the ceiling. Stretching massively, he realises he is isn't wearing his hood. He catches his mug thats orbiting his head, and pulls his hood on. Various bits of dust stop forming words infront of him
"I'm thirsty. Any recaf?"

>>1308232
I-I could help with you.
>she looks around
I don't know where to request supplies though

>>1308234
it's fine, that's why I'm otherwise having harune ignore the comment, since it never could have happened.

>>1308231
>he sees nothing, but the chittering seems to be coming from underground

>>1308238
>uncaring, the LC begins to climb up the canyon wall to get a good signal for his vox

>>1308236
do you want any help ?

>Epsilon walks out of his enclosed barracks and pushes the new purity seals that considerate guardsmen have slapped on it out of the way. he wanders towards the mess.
"Recaf? Anyone? You'd think we weren't all exhausted and surviving on the stuff."

>>1308236
>Taking off his helmet, and attaching it to his pack. He'd frown at the sight before him.
>Garbage, out of place furniture and equipment, and sitting in a far flung corner, was what he could only assume to be some kind of "piss bucket" full of motor oil.
>Letting out a sigh, he'd turn back towards the tiny Tech-Priest and flash her a brotherly smile.

Don't worry about the supplies. Let's just focus on cleaning this mess up before the command staff show up, and decide to flog us.

>>1308239
>he sees a flash of green light at the corner of his vision

>>1308243
>Forze continues climbing, sticking to the rocky outcroppings to hide himself. Just in case.

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>>1308241
>A tiny, blonde haired woman, of somewhat diminutive stature would be seated at one of the mess tables.
>Turning to look towards him, she'd flash the Psyker Primaris a kind, yet polite smile. The iris' of her eyes seemly made of well polished Amethyst. Her bosom bouncing slightly as she turns towards him.

Here!

>She'd pass the cup on her tray over towards him.

You can have mine. You look like you could use it more than me.

>>1308245
>Epsilon blinks confusedly at the offered cup. He then empties it into his own cup.

Thanks?

>Barnes would enter into the barracks, looking around, with a look of confusion on his face

>is now sitting in his actual bunker a safe distance from the base
>yes he has an actual bunker (see ghosting)
>No he's not sharing
(Unless you speak binary or are a weapon)

>the droning gets louder as time goes on

So, where are we at the moment? Just wanna know so I can enter properly, I'm new to all of this

>>1308250
get into discord we will explain there

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>1308249
>Epsilon takes a big swig of the recaf.
Huh. So that sound wasn't in my head. Hmm where is it....
>Epsilon tries to sense movement of earth in the local area

>>1308252
>he doesn't need a high roll to realize that it's everywhere

>>1308253
>Epsilon starts screaming and running back to his bunk to find his laspistol and armour.

>>1308251
Where can I find a link?

>>1308255
https://discord.gg/aB3We

>Hank would seem very oddly at ease and..happy about this situation.

>>1308242
Okay. Can we set up a place for me to repair the holy machine
>she looks around at the piles of stuff
I can help clean

>a guard falls off of a tower

>>1308258
>>1308259

>Epsilon runs into his room, and comes out holding his laspistol. He then runs out and begins to shoot the ground.His eyes are glowing and his hood is crackling.

>The colonel would be in hispoorly built bunker
>Bombastic tunes leak outside from his command centre where he was allegedly planning the next step
>The reality? Only the Colonel knew.

>>1308259
>having picked this up on camera the techpriest sends a servoskull to check on him

>>1308262
>he's dead
>sticking out of his back is a bizarre transparent green shard

>>1308261
>I'd walk up to the colonels door, knocking on it firmly
>I'd begin to shake a bit. This was the real thing, I thought. I'm taking the fight to the xenos themselves

>>1308259
>Forze is trekking across the scorched earth, singing to himself
...comes marching home again, hurrah, hurrah...

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>1308260
>>1308259
>epsilon realises that the penetration power of a laspistol is pathetic, and he has better things to do this with. Like the Warp!
>Feel telekineticly into the ground to find what is making the movement. Then try to pull it out.

>>1308263
>the servoskull having quite a bit more intelligence than most would like returns back to base before telling Utitur
>he locks down the base arms the defenses and stays very very quiet
>he listens

>>1308258
Sure thing, Ma'am. I'll get right to clearing out a place for you to work.

>He'd begin clearing out trash, and moving back bits of furniture and equipment into the proper places.
>Eventually he'd have cleared out a significant area for the diminutive tech priestess to work.

Well. It's a start...

>>1308264
>A voice from inside, first a crashing noise, then the noise of glass shattering, followed by a loud shouting of, presumably curses.
"AY BLYAT!...IDI NAHUI!"
>After uttering these foreign words, the noisy interiors would produce another sound, again, glass shattering.
>Shortly after, the door would open, and the colonel would be standing in person. Sternly looking at the trooper.

Now who the fuck is yuo?

>at this point the droning is almost deafening
>some may be able to identify the buzz of insectoid wings
>it's still pitch dark outside of the base

>>1308269
Aha! Allow me to introduce myself...

>I'd bow before the man, my disengaged flamer clanking against my other tools and equipment

I, am Private Barnes. I came is as a replacement to help your outpost out.

>I'd try to persuade you with a fine bottle of the emperors finest vodka

Say, perhaps I can treat you to a drink?

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>1308270
>Epsilon realises he has been unable to grab anything. So time for drastic measures.
>Epsilon floats up a rock and throws it agaisnt a wall.

>>1308269
For reference to my last post

>>1308270
>night vision
>is screaming on the inside
>hoping that how far away he is and how silent the bunker is will direct the bugs to the loud brighter noisier base
>is praying to the omnissiah for forgiveness

>>1308272
*thunk*
>epsilon remembers he has a combead.
AM I THE ONLY ONE HEARING THIS SOUND?
Am I hallucinating again? Either way, people should be concerned!

>knock on utitur door
please let me in
0100111010101100110010101

Rolled 6, 10, 7 = 23 (3d20)

>>1308274
>>1308272
>green streaks of light shoot over the walls

>>1308269

>>1308270
>Malak's head would perk up upon hearing the buzzing.

Whats the hell is that noise?

>He'd quickly run over towards one of the bunkers Cognators. Attempting to check the perimeter security cams.

>>1308270
>While staring at the trooper, the colonel would listen to the very loud droning sound

WHAT BLYAT IS THIS SOUND! WHOEVER IS MAKING OF SOUND BETTER STOP.
>He'd think for a moment checking his surroundings
>>1308271

I am have not good feelings now tovarisch soldier. I would accept offer, but you hear sound? Is resemble a fucking forge world out there. Is good have new trooper. Yuo get first mission now, leave vodka for me, that was not mission if yuo are stupid. Which I hope yuo is not. First mission is simple: Find out what the blyet is noise. Report back to me, if necessary sound the alarm. Not necessary in that order.
>He'd clear his throat
Okay, so you find out what is noise, sound alarm if necessary, then report to me, unless you sound alarm in which case i will probably know and you should be fighting.

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>1308269

pleaseworkpleaseworkpleasework[/spoiler

>>1308277
>>1308276
>the door opens and mechandrites pull him in then slam the door
>the hiss of pistons is heard
>he gets dragged into the soundproofed room
SHUT THE FUCK UP NOW AND ACTIVATE NIGHT VISION

>>1308280
>A loud shouting voice comes over the Colonels combead
TECHNICALLY I AM PART OF THE COMMAND STAFF. SO WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHY I I CAN SEE BRIGHT GREEN LIGHTS EVERYWHERE AND THERES LOADS OF MOVING THINGS I CAN'T SEE!

>>1308280
>I'd think for a moment before piping up

Where do you suggest I start, sir?

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>from over the wall come some vile sort of xenos
>they are blasphemy incarnate, in that they imitate the human form by using two legs
>aside from this, they have six arms and six eyes as well as mandibles
>a number of them have wings as well and fly directly into the middle of camp, firing rifles that shoot the crystal shards seen earlier

>>1308284
Maybe the most forward, or outer defenses? Basically we are now in middle, so you go toward the edge, until you either find enemy, die because enemy is sneaky and manage to kill you, which I do not hope because sneaky suki are annoying. Or you find reason for this fucking sound and report it to me.That or you get to the edge of the defenses and find nothing, in which case, keep searcing along the edge until you find something. Or die.

>>1308282
okay
>activate the night vision
now what ?
do you still have our "gift"?

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>1308285
>>1308286
>>1308284
>>1308279
>>1308276
>>1308274

AGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
>Epsilon screams into everyones combeads
>Epsilon tries to CRUSH one with his telekinetic might!

>>1308286
Aye aye, sir!

>I'd salute the man, before turning and making my way to the outer defences

>I'd make it there, engaging my flamer as I looked around

By the Emperor, if a xeno catches me I swear!

>>1308285
>is extremely thankful of the distance
>non essential functions have shut down to decrease noise
>>1308288
Of course I'm keeping it till it is needed

>>1308288
>as he enters comm range, Forze takes out his commbead.
Nope.
>he sees green lights and hears (more distant) screaming and yelling, and immediately picks up his pace

Rolled 14, 8, 12, 14, 16 = 64 (5d20)

>>1308288
>one of the xenos is crushed, but another fires at the psyker
>the rest of them fire at various guardsmen around the facility

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1308288
>I'd hear this screaming, running clunkily towards it with my flamer, before a Xeno jumps infront of my path, snarling and about to pounce!

>I'd send a volley of flames towards the Xeno!

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>1308292
>Epsilon is pushed off his feet by the shot, thankful for strapping on his armour when he began panicking. He shakes his head, and claps his hands together, creating a SHOCKWAVE that shoots towards the xenos!

>He continues screaming
ARRRRRGHHHHH!!!!!!

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>1308288
>Making my way further towards your location, I'd spot your faint figure as the Xenos were around you

Not on my watch, you filthy Xenos!

>Running with my flamer out infront, I'd send a spray volley to the xenos attacking the Psyker, Epsilon

>>1308293
>as the alien's insides are cooked, steam whistles as it escapes from its carapace

>>1308294
>this attempt leaves Epsilon with naught but a headache

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1308292
>Malak would curse his luck, and he unhooks his Melta gun, and goes to take cover at at the bunker entrance.
>Taking careful aim at the nearest of these foul, wretched, arachnid xenos. He would whisper a litany of accuracy, before firing, hoping to cook the bastard before when can do anymore harm.

Sorry to jump all of a sudden after another several month long absence. I just wanted to apologize and tell any old time players here that I formally quit, due to personal life and losing my interest completely. Tried to contact you all through steam, but nobody seemed to use the group chat anymore. Sorry and good bye. It was fun.

>>1308298
Bye.

>>1308298
I mean, it's nice that you had finally announced it. But it's been almost a year since you were last around. We thought you had quit anyways. If you want to keep in contact with us though. You can feel free to join the discord.

>>1308268
Thank you very much.
>there are now several servitors working on clearing a space
May I turn one of the hulks into a recovery vehicle?

>>1308301
>Taking cover behind the wall again, Malak would curse a his luck at having missed his shot, before turning toward Tech-Priestess. The look on his face, an amalgamation of "What the fuck!? Is now REALLY the time to ask that!" And "Can you not see that I'm a LITTLE busy at the moment!"

Are you REALLY gonna ask about that right now, when we are under attack!?! Seriously!?

Rolled 9, 1, 1, 1 = 12 (4d20)

>>1308297
>Malak does not hit any of the aliens
>>1308295
>The xenos fire at Barnes and several other guardsmen again

>>1308303
>Epsilon begins to glow, and takes this brief meditation as a chance to catch his breath after screaming non-stop for about 2 miniutes.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1308303
>Malak would once again step out from the cover of the bunker entry way. His Melta gun leveled as he takes careful aim at the nearest of the foul Xeno's.
>Muttering a litany of Accuracy. He was pray for the Emperor's hand in guiding his next shot, before pulling the trigger.

>>1308302
But combat isn't my focus... I am going to do what I can to help though.
>she crouches behind the wall with him
Is this what "combat" is? It's so loud and exciting

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1308303
>crawling flat on his stomach, Forze approaches the camp
Oh, fun. Discount Vespids.
>he raises his gun and starts taking shots

Rolled 4 - 4 (1d20 - 4)

>>1308303
>Is currently in cover, smoking his pipe and making quick shots without paying mind to aiming

Rolled 18, 10, 8 = 36 (3d20)

>>1308305
>the alien is vaporised handily
>>1308307
>Forze shoots the wings of one of the flying xenos and it falls out of the air
>it staggers toward him at frightening speed, drawing a dagger made out of the same substance as whatever their guns shoot
>>1308306
>one of the aliens fires at the magos
First for resistance, second for knife attack, third for attack against Luciena

>>1308309
I mean first for morale against seeing their buddy get vaporised.

Rolled 10 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>1308309
>Epsilon floats into the air, and points at the largest cluster of Xenos he can see. He mutters a few incantations of worship, then manifests VORTEX OF DOOM!!!!! (a whirling maelstrom of power that pulls things in and spits them back out in pieces
bonus for meditating

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1308303
>Reacting quickly, I'd send out a volley of flames at the xenos!

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1308309
>grunting, Forze tries to roll away as the tip of the knife jabs into his shoulder.
Dumb luck bug.
>he pulls out his own combat knife
A Vespid would have killed me, though.
>he attacks

>>1308309
>Luciena yelps as the bolts hit against the wall, causing her to get smaller in a ball
Combat is scary! Why was I told this was Holy and Just!?!
>the servitors come to the bunker carrying the pieces of dozens of heavy weapons

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1308312
Dammit! Flamer needs to be cooled!

>Once pouring some water over the flamer barrel, I'd send another volley of flames to the xenos attacking Forze!

>>1308305
>After taking the shot, Malak would side step back into cover, giving a silent word of thanks to the Emperor, for his personal hand in bringing death to his enemies.

>>1308306
>He'd quickly unhitch his helmet form his pack, before placing it back over his head. Taking a moment to make sure that the HUD and other sensor suites are functioning.
>Oncr he was sure they were. He would cast a glance down at the diminutive Tech-Priestess next to him.

Yes, this is live comba---

>He'd stop for a moment. Pondering weither or not this could actually be her first time on the battlefield.

Wait... Is this seriously the first time you've been on a battlefield?

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1308313
>the wound immediately stings much more than it ought to
>>1308315
The alien catches fire but does not cease its fight with Forze

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1308309
>He'd let out a silent curse as the bolt impacts the permacrete wall next to them.
>As punishment for having done so. Malak would take careful aim at that very same bug that had the guts to try and do such a thing.
>He'd mutter another quick prayer to the Emperor for his hand in killing the little bastard, before pulling the trigger.

>>1308314
Feel free to help out any time!

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1308317
Son of a bitch!
>I'd take out my laspistol, aiming for the eyes of the xeno!
>I'd let off a shot!

>>1308317
>>1308308
>Decides to affix bayonet and try to calibrate his lasgun
>The old thing was covered in dust and riddled with rust, why did he expect it to work?

Rolled 2, 11 = 13 (2d20)

>>1308319
>his shot goes wide by about a a meter
>another alien tries to shoot him in the back
>>1308320
>Xerxes is pinned by shard-fire
Do any of our guardsmen have experience fighting Dark Eldar?

Rolled 13, 4 = 17 (2d20)

>>1308316
Yes, I've never been in combat... I can help though
>she starts trying to add heavy bolters to two of the servitors

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>1308317
>Forze notices the burning
Great, poison. Can't kill me like a...
>he pauses
Whatever you are. You know what just fuck you.
>he flips the knife in his hand and hammerfists it down towards the alien

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1308321
I'd attempt to dodge out of the way of this, hearing the projectile hurdling towards me!

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1308321
>I'd look to the alien trying to shoot at me, unleashing a volley of searing flames towards it's face!

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1308322
>one of the bolters' machine spirit is being ornery today
>>1308323
>the poison appears to be fast-acting, Forze is feeling weaker by the minute
>the alien goes for another stab
>>1308325
>the arachnoid goes up in flames

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1308321
>Malak would curse his luck once again, before takeing careful aim at the nearest bug.
>Citing a litany of accuracy, he would pull he trigger on his Meltagun. Praying silently to the Emperor for his hand in killing the Xeno vermin.

>>1308322
Well now would be a very good time to do so, dammit!

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1308321
>Epsilon looks at his fingers, and scratches his head.
Hmmmmmm....
>Epsilon tries to cast VORTEX OF DOOM again, making a finger gun.

Rolled 12, 20 = 32 (2d20)

>>1308322
>>1308327
>one servitor with a heavy bolter for an arm walks out and starts firing on the nearest xeno
Is that helpful?
>rolling for shooting and building a 2nd

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1308326
>I'd switch to the alien attacking forze again, scrunging my face in disgust

Die already dammit!

>I'd send a volley of flames towards the claws of the xenos!

Rolled 3, 6 = 9 (2d20)

>>1308327
>the shot removes two of the alien's left arms, leaving it screeching in pain
>it levels its gun at Malak
>>1308328
>2nd roll to DENY THE WITCH
>>1308329
>the servitors mow down several of the xenos

>at this point many of the aliens are fleeing, but many guardsmen are dead as well

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1308331
>fires the fleeing alien
Yeah! Fuck off the lot of you!

>>1308331
NO-ONE CAN DENY THIS WITCH!

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>1308326
>the knife jabs deep into the same shoulder
Fuck.
>Forze's blision vurs
You.
>he swipes his knife at the blob in front of him

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1308331
>"Oh HELL NO!"
>Malak would jump to the side as the alien pulls the trigger. Causing the shots to miss him by a wide margin.
>Pulling forth his Power sword, he would take a swing at the wounded bug before him. Hoping to cut the vermin in twine.

>>1308332
>the alien he aims at dies
>>1308334
>Forze's target dodges the swipe and buzzes away
>>1308335
>Malak's sword falls out of his hand
>the alien grabs it and runs

>the base falls quiet as the aliens leave
>it appears that the attack is over
>there are several dead guardsmen and about as many dead aliens

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>Epsilon bloows on his fingers as lightning jumps out of them and forms a swirling VORTEX OF DOOM. He then remembers the most important lesson of the Adeptus Astra Telepathica. if you do something wihtout fucking up, make sure to look cool and take the credit. So he strikes a pose

Rolled 12 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1308336
>Before it can get out of sight. Malak would level his Meltagun at the fleeing vermin bugger, and would fire. Sending for a beam on nuclear fusion power hell anf angry tempestor fury towards him.
>No one steals MY POWER SWORD!

>>1308335
>>1308336
>Luciena would follow the two Servitors as they continue laying down fire at the fleeing Xenos
Did I do good?
>she looked around to find Malak
Mr. Tempestor?

>Walking forward, I'd trip on a piece of broken piping onto the floor, leaving me vulnerable

Ah fuck!

>My flamer would skid across the floor and away from me. I'd lift out my laspistol as I am on the ground

>>1308336
>grabbing his shoulder, Forze stumbles around the camp. After a moment of blackness, he finds himself leaning on a barrel. His mouth is dry. His knees are weak. His arms are heavy.

>>1308340
>luckily, the aliens have fled the battle

>>1308336
>Epsilon thinks he's on a roll. So he tries to grab the fleeing xeno with the power sword and drag him back.

>>1308342
>Breathing heavily, I'd look around to notice that the xenos threat has been vanquished. I'd get up, going towards my flamer and dusting it off

Emperors will... that was..

Phew...

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>1308336
>>1308343

>>1308342
>over the vox
I FUCKIG TOLD YOU THERE WAS BUGS!

>I'd begin to tie my shoelace that had gotten untied

>>1308339
>Malak would let out a sigh of relief as the battle finally winds down.
>He'd then cast a look towards the Tech-Priestess, before patting her on her hooded head. The smile on his face hidden by his white and gold rimmed. helmet.

Good enough for a first timer, I suppose.

>>1308348
>Luciena would squeak loudly at the pat
t-thank you... did you lose your sword?
> her one red eye would shine dimly in her shadowy hood

>I'd slump down against a wall, praying to the Emperor while looking towards the starts

Oh Emperor, thank you for preserving my body and soul against the xenos threat. I would happily die in your name

>>1308346
>Malak would let out a sigh, before patching himself in.

We get it dipshit! We knew there were bug Xeno's on this planet even before landing!

And if I find out that you his inside your shitty little bunker, like a little coward, instead of fighting and dying in the name of the Emperor. I will personally come down there. Stick my foot inside your face, or whatever you have left of one. And then rip out each indivdual wire you have attached to your body, before leaving you out in a field for the Xenos to eat!

>>1308349
>He'd give a nod of his helmeted head.

Unfortunately...

>His eyes would narrow angerly at this fact. His sapphire like iris's shining dimly with holy wraith and anger.

The little bastard managed to disarm me, and run like a coward before I could get it back from his corpse.

>He'd let out a sigh, before making a quick check on his equipment.

Hopefully he'll bleed out like the coward he is.

>Epsilon feels something fly towards him, and feels a sense of victory! He has reclaimed Malaks sword!
>He is hit in the face by his recaf mug, which his powers decided was more important. He shrugs, and wanders of to find some more recaf,

>>1308352
I could try and make you another one. if I can find the right parts around...
>she'd look around at the piles of equipment
There's enough to do it effectively.

>>1308351
Well I was going to help but you see I was waylaid by significant technical internet difficulties

>>1308354
>He'd tilt his head down towards the diminutive looking Tech-Priestess. The smile on his face hidden by his helmet.
>Even if she was just trying to be nice. He found her words cheering him up a bit.

I won't ask you to do such. But if you really want to, I'd gladly accept the replacement.

>He'd pat her robed head.

But only if you don't have something better to do of course.

>>1308356
>is running up to say sorry about things
>head this
>runs back

>>1308355
>Over the comm.

So what you're saying is...

>There would be a loud cracking sound. Like knuckles being cracked.

Is that you hid...

>He's starting to sound angry...

Like a coward...

>You're pretty sure he's angry right now.

LIKE A COWARD!!!

>YEP! That's the voice of pure anger that could cause a khorne beserker think twice!

>>1308356
>the small tendrils were already pulling in lasgun powerpacks and other parts
It's no problem. I can do a number of tasks at once. I should get working on the reclamation vehicle as well... i'll need that.

>>1308358
>runs back with a...what seems to be a...a floating wheelbarrow full of powerswords
Don't kill me accept my offering!
>most of these swords have names on them

>>1308359
>He'd give a nod on his helmeted head. Still not truly believing that she's actually going to make him a power sword.

I shall await the fruits of your labour with baited breath.

>He'd start walking away. Prepared to fully kill/and or maim Utitur. But would stop a few short steps away, before turning to face the Tech-Priestess.

I never did catch your name by the way...

>>1308358
>Epsilon wanders up behind malak and taps him on the shoulder
Why are you shouting? You're making my hood go on the fritz....

>continues being poisoned and alone

>Suddenly, a giant blue glow would rip into the sky as a warp portal formed. A flaming capsule would screech from it, pile driving towards the ground bellow

Mayday Mayday this is Captain Michael Fawkes of 4th Company Solar Auxilla! I am headed for a direct collision course below! Evacuate the area! I repeat! Evacuate the area!

>>1308360
>Turning to face the Tech-Priest before him. He would loudly crack his knuckles.
>An aura of pure anger and holy wraith would seem to eminate from the Tempestus Scion, as he slowly moves towards Utitur.
Five....

>Wait... Why is he counting?

>>1308365
>Forze pukes on Malak

>>1308361
I'm Magos Dominus Luciena. Nice to meet you Mr... uh... I didn't catch your name either. Who are you? And any preferences on the blade?

>>1308365
>pulls 01000011 01101000 01100101 01110010 01111001 01101100 00100000 infringement of himself
it was her I mean it!

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>1308363
>One of the medics from the 277th would be quick on her feet towards the wounded, and poisoned man.

Hang on hun'! You ain't gonna die today!

>Going through her equipment, she'd begin applying first aid to the man, before injecting something to flush the poison form his body.

This'll prob'ly sting just a bit hun, so bear with me now!

>>1308367
He's called Malak he great and powerful holder of the sacred blammer and reader of random things vaugly near interesting things

>>1308364
>All of a sudden, a large crash could be heard throughout the base as my drop capsule landed, warp electricity crackling all around it
>Large throws of dried ground would be thrown round the base

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>1308368
>Epsilon perks up when he sees the the tech priest. And all the power swords. He begins rooting through them, scrounging for something....

>>1308369
>Forze squints up at the medic
Wasn't gonna die anyway.
>he passes out briefly
Little poison ain't done nobody no harm.

>>1308370
>Luciena looks at the other tech priest and tilts her head
01001000 01100101 01101100 01101100 01101111 00100000 01100110 01110010 01101001 01100101 01101110 01100100 00101110
His name is Malak? Sacred?

>>1308374
01000111 01110010 01100101 01100101 01110100 01101001 01101110 01100111 01110011
It's a thing called flattery I learnt it in my time Among the flesh people
>>1308371
Did you see all that pre-heresy materials
I call first dibs!

>>1308367
A longsword is fine with me. I leave any other details up to you.

>>1308368
Four...

>Why is he counting!

>>1308370
>The aura continues to grow larger, the closer he gets to him.

Three....

>Could it be that he's giving you time to run...?

>>1308367
>>1308376
Okay, so a random Techpriest with 0 resources is making a POWER SWORD for a random Tempestor who has done nothing to earn it aside from LOSE HIS OLD ONE? And you think that this is not only possible, but something that should happen?

>Another crash could be heard, as the pod door would open. A man, approximately 6'3, would leave the capsule, in his hands would be a Heresy-era Volkite Charger, and his armour would be that of the Solar Auxilla.

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>1308377
>Epsilon quickly scans malak to see what is happening, if he has any psychic stuff going on.

>>1308375
No!! That falls under my jurisdiction!
>>1308371
>She'd start running towards it, excited to find archo-tech

>>1308378
I said I could not I did.

>>1308381
The fact you even think you *can* is part of the problem.

>>1308377
>goes behind Malak he whirring of mechandrites is heard
>he then goes back and tinkers with Cheryl
>>1308379
By the order of the omnissiah give me your things!
>>1308381
>starts running while still tinkering
I claimed it!

>>1308380
>There is nothing psychic related stuff going on with him. In all honesty, it's simply pure, rightous fury and anger coming from him.

>>1308381
>Upon seeing the Magos Dominus running towards me, I'd send my aim of my Volkite Charger to it's head

Halt!

>>1308385
HA!
>Keeps running

>>1308384
>>1308385
>Epsilon wanders around and gathers sufficient empty ammo crates to make a small seat. He sits down, and begins to sip his recaf.

>>1308383
It's mine!!
>>1308385
>she'd immediately scream and cover her head, crouching down
It's his!!!

>>1308386
>I'd re-affirm my aim to Xenonem's head, walking back a few steps as I do so

I said, by the order of the Emperor, Halt!

>>1308389
Well I said by he order of he omnissiah give me stuff but you didn't so I won't
>the knowledge Malak will kill him anyway has made him rather foolhardy
>>1308388
MINE

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1308389
>Luciena would crawl around him and towards the capsule.
>roll for sneak

>>1308383
>He'd chase after him, as well as Luciena. But would stop upon seeing the Solar Auxillaries.

>>1308389
Well that's something out don't see every day...

>>1308391
>I'd activate an EMP grenade, but keeping it on standby upon seeing both of them scuttling towards me

One more step, and both of you are fried!

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>1308391
wrong die. It's a 100 for non-combat rolls.

>>1308390
>Taking aim with his Meltagun. He fired a shot at Ultiturs legs.

Coward!

>I'd shout at the top of my lungs, seeing them
Stop this immediately! Have any of you no honour?

>>1308395
>Epsilon waves from his makeshift seat.
"Have you heard of a "Penal Leigon"? A lack of hnour goes with the name"

>>1308396
The... penis legion? How rude!

>>1308397
"Penal" As in prison?

>>1308395
>Once Malak had fired a warning shot at the cowardly Tech-Priest. He'd turn his head to face the Same Auxilla.

Unfortunately, the majority of these rabble don't have any such thing as honour. Especially in his case.

>He'd motion towards Ultitur.

In his case, you have to deal with him like the Discipline Masters of old. Typically a bolt shell to the leg will do it.

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>1308399
Hey I'm not a penal!
>Cheryl sneaked to the ship

>>1308398
>>1308399
Ah, I see! So this is where the backwash ends up is it? What year is it? M31.034? I need to get back to my base as soon as possible. I'm afraid there has been a terrible circumstance...

>I'd inhale and exhale, before looking to Malak

A civil war has erupted, I'm afraid. Horus has betrayed the Emperor. I need to make it my duty to go to Terra and defend it with my life.

>>1308401
>puts hand on his shoulder
I'm so sorry…the emperor as you know him is no more
Things have gotten a lot worse...have you even heard of tyranids great beasts that consume planets? Or of the treacherous Tau? Or most saddening of all the rise of prominence in chaos?

>>1308401
"Hawhat?"
>Epsilon gets up and walks over, before grabbing Fawkes chronometer. Realising it only shows the last 3 digits, he laughs.
"You've been gone a lot longer than you think. Its M41.034, silly. Warp travel can be tricksy like that"

>>1308399
Malak... make him relinquish ownership of the pod. I have right to take any archo-tech.
>she remains crawling to the pod, trying to stay small

>>1308402
>>1308403
Hah, you two, cut the bullshit. This is a serious. This could mean the end of the Imperium as we know it.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1308404
>I'd smash my foot into one of the hands of the Magos Dominus

>>1308404
Nope I have it under the mars treatsies
>aside
Tell him he truth that we both have claim to it two rival studies are better than none

>>1308406
>Smashing my foot into a piece of metal, I'd say "fuck" under my breath
Tell these mechanicus leeches to back off.

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>1308405
>>1308404

>Epsilon pushes Luciena back with his powers, while looking around
Does anyone have a history textbook? Or a history of armagedon!

>>1308409
Armageddon?
History books?!
Can someone tell me what is going on? And less bullshit?

>>1308406
>Luciena jumps and hisses, her tendrils shaking to seem threatening
That happened almost 10,000 years ago. Now fall in line and gimmie the pod

>>1308408
Actually my slightly out of time friend while you were gone many things have come about I'm not sure if you were there when the original treatises were signed but it says you must relay all archeo-tech into the hands of the mechanicus
>to Malak
Tell him the truth

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1308411
>A sudden burst of liquid nitrogen cooling agent would spurt into the face of the Magos

>>1308410
>Epsilon floats a dataslate over to the Captain.
Im a normal human psyker after the council of nicea

>>1308411
Oh come on mechandrites? No one but un-educated idiots find them threatening go find a gun
>with this two mechandrites with phosphorus guns retreat frI'm his robe
Lets be diplomatic here

>>1308412
>>1308404
>Taking out his hot-shot laspistol. Malak would fire a shot at the ground next to both Ultiturs as well as Luciena. Having had enough of their idiotic scabbles.

Enough! Both of you are to stand down, and back away from the pod! The next person to even mention who it belongs to, will be executed!

>His voice is loud and angry as he says this. Like that of a drill Abbot.

Now both for you BACK AWAY NOW!

>>1308416
Outrageous. Half your regiment doesn't even listen to you. I think it's time you instill some discipline.

>>1308417
Sir I'm not part of the regiment and I'm ashamed to think you would assume that

>>1308417
This isn't my regiment, unfortunately. These two are from another regiment.

>He'd keep a close eye upon both Luciena and Ultitur. Ready to shoot both of them in the head just to restore order, or should they try anything.

>>1308419
Maybe you should do something about them then. Show them their place

>I'd hand the man two heresy era EMP grenades

>>1308417
Am an attached aid. I'm not enlisted.
>she stares at the pod longingly
So beautiful... grrr...
>she hides her tendrils and thinks about arming some of the bigger ones

>I'd go back to my pod, slapping two demo charges inside.
>I'd retrieve two Heresy-era power axes from the pod, along with medic kits

Stand back, everyone

>>1308420
>Epsilon hands the data-slate to the captain and points at the timestamp.
See! The travel has screwed you over royally

>>1308420
>He'd fire a shot at the ground infront of the man before he can get too close. Before raiseing the pistol towards the man's head.

Unfortunately, don't think that your outfit means your exempt from this either. Until we can get someone to examine you, you're in the same boat as those two.

Epsilon. Contact the command bunker for me. Tell 'em we need an escort for our friend here.

>>1308419
Might I remind you that in a matter concerning tech we are higher ranking than you it is outlined in as I said before the mars treatsies so as I was
>>1308420
Wzzzzbdjjhsazz-
So pretty DON'T BREAK THEM THAT IS AN ORDER that may be a new pattern we must STUDY!
>>1308422
>screams and runs to ty and disarm the charges

>>1308423
By the Emporer... this can't be right

>>1308424
I could ask you the same thing. That's an awfully odd piece of armour for a Solar Auxiliary that you have on there.

Rolled 2 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>1308425
>The moment that Ultitur spoke up about "being a higher rank. He'd switch the sight upon him, and would pull the trigger. Aiming for below he belt.

>Is fixing his lasgun
>While smoking whatever sickly-sweet smelling narcotic he constantly uses

>>1308427
>it would ping off
>Utitur once more raises his guns
I would like to remind you I am in a combat proficient body

>>1308427
>Luciena jumped then raised her hand
Sir, I promise to never be a problem again if I can get one of those axes.

>>1308424
>Epsilon crooks his head slightly.
Im not a telepath....
>Epsilon holds up his combead, then begins to speak into it
Command, Iptissimus Epsilon here. We have a warp jumped person here who is about 10,000 years time distorted. Some isseus with some archeotech.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1308430
>I'd send my aim to the Magos' leg with my Volkite Charger
>I'd fire off a round into her leg

>>1308429
>He'd keep the pistol leveled upon Ultitur. Fully willing to put him down should he have to.

Then I'd suggest you step away from the pod until command authorises you to enter it. Otherwise I will put you down.

Rolled 16, 57 = 73 (2d100)

>>1308429
>>1308430
>epsilon tries to float the two psykers into the air.
first dice for Utitur, second for Luciena

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1308432
>The moment the blast hits Luciena. Malak would fire a shot at the man's volkite charger.

>>1308430
Wait you don't have an omnisian axe?
I thought all Magos got them… I mean personally I find them a bit unwieldy but still it is an icon of status why do you not have one?

>>1308436
>>1308430

>utitur does not move. Luciena floats upwards about two metres.

>>1308435
>I'd look to my dented volkite charger, then back to the Tempestor
Why, thanks
>I'd put my Volkite charger away, taking out a Heresy-era power axe

>>1308432
>Luciena screams as the flesh from her leg is vaporized and burnt to ash, causing her to fall over as blood started to flow forth from the wound into a puddle around her

>>1308433
Sir with all due respect-
>>1308435
>screams
>>1308438
Noticing a distraction runs towards the ship and waits till no one is watching

>>1308438
Last chance! Next person to make a move I don't like, is going to have more than just a bad sunburn over their forehead!

Rolled 1, 15 = 16 (2d20)

>>1308440
>Malak would fire off two shots twoards the Tech-priest. Now fully intending to kill him.

>>1308439
>raises his eyes from the lasgun
Well, I guess there will be some sharing of equipment today.

>>1308441
You seem to be mistaken. And you just broke my Volkite Charger. Now it's going to have to be repaired by those damn Mechanicus freaks.

Rolled 56, 64, 20 = 140 (3d100)

>>1308440
>epsilon Raises three shields around Malak, utitur and Luciena


EVERYONE STOP SHOOTING!

>>1308439
>Luciena remains floating from Epsilon with blood flowing from her now stump of a leg, the pool of blood growing at an alarming rate

>>1308445
>in the commotion the ship has somehow disappeared with everyone except Malak watching the solar and humans must blink at some point
>Utitur is muttering
Gifts are a wonderful thing

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1308446
>I'd throw my power axe into the head of the Magos!

>>1308448
>TK shield between you and the magos sparks as it bounces off of it

>>1308449
You rolled a 20 for her though did you not? Isn't that a fail?

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>>1308454
this is sadly true. But why did you chuck it at her?

>>1308464
We can void it if you want. My guy got uppity from all the shooting and saw luceina as a target for trying to steal his shit

>>1308468
I would like to not be ded ;-;

>>1308468
>>1308471

I planned for the shield to shatter after a single hit anyway, since it was a 20. The others stay up.

>>1308468
>>1308471
>>1308478
> fine by me! Time to continue!

>>1308508
getting a bit late here so Im droping off for now