Inquisitorial Penal Regiment /tg/: Back To The Futu- I mean Gospyria

>wakes up clutching his head and mumbles
where am I? h-how long have I been out?

>>48108023
WHAT
WHY

>>48108023
>the constant noise of activity suddenly ceases from inside VB19. A voice cries out in joy, "'I'z done it!"

>>48108023
From here to there... The life of a guardswoman...
>Wonders what they have to shoot this time.

>>48108060
On our new ship, well technically Greely's...

We're going to make a search over the planet surface because a big chunk of the old ship got teleported here.

>>48108063
Because you own this place.

Ah Gospyria's orbit at last... I've awaited long to see this place again. I'll obviously need a distraction to exit the ship safely...

>>48108077
Why I have the feeling something's about to go horribly wrong?

>>48108096
so I missed out on killing nasty bug things?
>shrugs and goes back to sleep.

>>48108096
I shall have my crew scan the surface for any wreckage of note.
at least Nyzart isn't secretly ruling an imperial planet any more.

>>48108129
>is carefully putting bear traps all around his bed

>>48108155
>Is laughing internally, not wanting to spoil the fun.

>>48108155
>smirks at the sight of this and starts to play to himself.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nkKuhAxcH7g

>>48108136
>There's clearly a large chunk that belonged to the Informal Penance, it has numerous trails of motorbikes among other vehicles, but they're only partial due to the wind activity.

>>48108125
>out of VB19 stomps a jet-black abomination. A thing that should not be. A Sentinel with what appears to be speakers aggressively strides out.
>out of the hatch on top pops out a man in the unmistakable robes of the Mechanicus. For some reason he has painted his skin green, and grafted a crude metal claw onto his left arm.
Da Speshul Anti-Psyka Sent'nil is complete!

>>48108180
>finishes putting the traps and wires them all to a melta bomb, before setting off
So... uhhh.. h-hey moth.
>she looks like a guilty puppy. A lethal puppy, but still.

>>48108225
hey.
>he smiles calmly at her and motions for her to come closer.

>>48108201
Corporal, I believe that I've found your missing ship. It seems that it's already been investigated by... something.

>>48108223
>The black and white servoskull overwatching the area runs into a vent for a matter of security.

>>48108244
>practically curls up against him
Uhhh... I b-brought you a gift...

>>48108096
Well you're acting unusually kind to a xeno today. Aren't you Corporal...

>>48108125
Uhhm... Boss? I t'ink I mightah done sumf'ing stuped again...

>>48108274
>boops her nose
a gift? it's not a dead Eldar is it?
>laughs at his own joke before strumming a short tune.

>>48108287
>Discretely points to the bear traps around the Eldar's bed. >>48108155

I woke up with a good mood, Sarge, the day's just getting better apparently.

>>48108315
>she presents him with a weird looking pistol. You can't but notice the hand-mad decoartions in what seem to be teeth
Uh- t-there was this tau infiltrate you know... I felt g-guilty f-for eating alone so... I b-brought you his stuff.

>>48108313
Does it involve an ork mek and a sentinel perchance?

>Is walking through the ship looking for something to do, instead of working on her equipment near the engineering department.

>>48108346
don´t want to spoil your fun, but the infiltrator was female

>>48108346
wow,
>spins the pistol on his fnger before holstering it.
thank you, so much, thank you.

>>48108337
>He'd sigh at the sight of the bear traps before face palming himself

Why do I bother asking...

>He'd turn to look at the masked soldier.

You know that isn't going to work right?

>>48108255
I'z got sumfing just for da o-occ-okay- ah, zog it.
>the man disappears down into the Sentinel's crew compartment. Yelling can be heard, and then suddenly. Suddenly...

>The speakers activate.
>>48108086
>>48108096
>>48108129
>>48108136
>>48108155
>>48108180
>No matter where on the ship the crew might be, a song (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0jgrCKhxE1s) can be heard.
>And it is too loud.

>>48108374
Eh, I'm just an spectator by this point, I've grown to find the regiment amusing on how they manage to get anything into a clusterfuck themselves alone.

I don't even know what will happen with the beartraps and the eldar, I'll just watch the results.

>>48108366
>I wonder if she would even be able to tell the difference, with aliens.
>or care about it
>she still left one arm in the vents in Sam's room, anyway
>>48108371
So uhm... y-you are not angry anymore?

>>48108389
>wakes up again, steps out of the bed and screams in pain as the bear trap clamps down on his left leg
bugger me!
>detatches his robotic leg and limps away...
bloody mon-kiegh!

>>48108350
No boss! You knowz all me boyz was killed durin' me last WAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!! After dey went and used der' 'plodey Vests on dat der' hive world!

Dey wasn't even no propah explodeh Orkz! Ev'ryone knowz true Explodeh Orkz are immune ta explosions!

Ya knowz where we keeps all da dakka? And all da glowy f'ings?

>>48108406
>boops her again on the nose.
nope.
>>48108419
>looks at the sight.
oh my...

>>48108419
Pfffft! Sorry to laugh Larrs. But I have to admit. It's funny to see Eisen fail on just SO many levels these days.

>>48108430
Yees...?
>He doesn't sound like he likes where this is going...

>>48108389
>Lowers his Volume receptors to the minimum so he doesn't have to stand the loud music.

Ah the advantadges of a mechanical body...

>He turns to the ork again
You were saying?

>>48108389
>Checks if no one is looking and then shoots the nearest loudspeaker in annoyance.
Hello? Somebody destroyed an loudspeaker in one of the hallways.
>Speaks over vox and then hurries back to her room.

>>48108406
>Hurries back to her room, not knowing what Miranda migth have left here.
Better not get caugth. better not get caugth.

>>48108462
Hey! This wasn't my doing! I just stood here to watch it.

>>48108463
>turning down the volume doesn't help
>there's something very wrong with this

>>48108484
>the music continues. You are beginning to get a headache.

>>48108462
>limps away muttering about how much he hates humans.

>>48108389
Magos! Find the source of this racket and cut it off.
>"As you wish, captain."

>>48108463
Wellz.... I mightah cauzed it all ta go all explodeh loik well troyin' to improve me personal explodeh vest...

An the explosion mightah sent me floying inta dat der' co' moon' eh' cation f'ingy and sent out a S O S signal...

>>48108501
bugger me, that was meant to be Larrs.

>>48108443
Oh-oooh! T-thanks the emperor!
>>48108484
>there is a disgusting smell in the room now

>>48108389
Well now.... this is bad... interesting... but still bad.

>>48108498
>Attempts to ignore the noise in her room, before searching for some medicine in her boxes.

>>48108535
>Noticing the smell, she starts to wonder where it came from.
Did we forgot a few rotting tyranids?

>>48108501
Hey! Don't blame me Larrs! You should know by now that Eisen will always try to kill you.

Still... all things considered. I think you're starting to grow on the bastard.

>>48108557
The vents...
>she's right behind you
They smell funny.

>>48108557
We better not have! Our regiment is still only at two full companies after that fiasco on and around Tranch!

>the Sentinel begins stomping around the ship's larger hallways, continually blasting the incredibly loud music /anti-Psyker weapon . A new song begins to play (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ptQW_Yhg9Jg).

>Leads Alice to the Imperial Fists

>>48108566
>leans against the wall and sticks his tongue out
I'm sure I am, however those legs are not cheap.
>points to the space where is leg should be.
anyone else getting a headache?

>>48108619
Oh big time... but that's probably just from dealing with the ungodly amount of stupidity of the regiment on a daily basis... R-right?

>>48108520
...

>>48108498
Grr...


ALRIGHT TIME FOR PLAN A TO BE EXECUTED! I DON'T STAND IT ANYMORE ON THIS SHIP!

>Heads to the console in the hideout.

I'm taking over this ship and then I'm going back to the planet to finish the job I've been unearthing for the last 7 years.

>>48108567
>Checks the vents and...
Amelia! catch some fresh air! Now!
>Pulls out a half rotted tau arm stuck in what seems to be remains of orange armor.
Who would...?
>Remembers the events before and after the trip to the spacehulk and has to resist the urge to puke.
MIRANDA!!!

>>48108589
You don´t have to worry. It´s not a tyranid.
>Shut´s off the vox sounding disgusted by something.

>>48108601
>For some reason, still dressed like a Cadian and -not- like someone who is actually important, takes a knee at the Marine's feet.
My Lords, forgive my intrusion, but I believe we have captured someone who may.....be of interest to you.
>Nervousness intensifies

>>48108649
I don't think so man, this could be bad news.
>clutches his head.
someone get me a drink.

>>48108566
I got over killing him a long time ago, I just find it amusing how he always gets into problems though. Seriously I had nothing to do with this one, I just watched.

>>48108655
>she even left a small note
>it says "just in case you're hungry at night and need a snak
>there's even a smile drawn
>>48108667
>cuddled against Mot, Miranda grins
I am r-really happy you know?

>>48108651
Wha'z plan Eh boss? Is dat da one dat means we kill all da punie 'umies? Or is dat da one where I kill all da 'umies aftah you tellehports some new boyz ontah da ship?

>>48108697
>kisses her forehead
you certainly seem it.

>>48108669
>He tries to hide the small smile creeping across his face by looking away

Bullshit you had nothing to do with it Eisen! But as long as it doesn't kill him, or the other members of Dreg-Crosser squad then I'm fine with it.

After all, it's just how "you" express your feelings for the rest of us. Isn't it Corporal.

>>48108697
>Just stares at the note in disbelief, before grabbing some of her spare t shirts and wrapping the arm around it.
Okay... need to calm down... Corporal, Chief or Sargeant?
>Looks at the arm and pukes into an empty box.
Eisen. He has the flamer.
>Walks out towards Mirandas location, hoping Amelia isn´t in the room rigth now.

>>48108389
>ship ratings come running to the source of the noise, flanking the ship magos
Freeze!
>they aim lasguns at the sentinel

>>48108755
>Music still going (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GgbPLAev5T8), Tags the Diggamek pops open the hatch
ZOG DA YOU LOT WANT?!

>>48108667
I hate it when things aren't simple like that...

>>48108655
Is something wrong over there Sam?

Also do you want me to talk to "him", and see how "he" feels?

>>48108770
>the techpriest speaks
By order of captain Sternbridge, you are to cease this noise.

>>48108729
Yes! I had a very g-good meal, and you have forgiven me! And I l-like to share m-my happiness... eheheheheh...
>>48108743
>she's following her
Where are you going, Miss Hawthorn?

>>48108786
>the green-painted man's expression changes from slightly pissed to full-blown rage
YOU'Z WANT ME TA DO WOT?! I'Z JUST FINISHED BUILDIN' IT! THIS IS DA TESTIN' PHASE!

>>48108771
N-no! I talk to him,myself!
>The look of disgust on her voice mixes itself with a blush.
And I... found this in my room... With a note from Miranda.
>Hands him both the rotting tau arm in the t shirt and the note.

>>48108798
I´m looking for an superior of ours.
>Doesn´t botter to hide the look of disgust on her face.

>>48108804
>Somewhere in the ship, far away from the music belching abomination, Oddball peeks out of his hatch.
>He actually looks fully sober for one.
What's with all the negative waves man?! Trying to take a nap here!

>>48108812
Being so angry is not healthy, miss hawthorn.
>>48108771
>stares

>>48108601
>>48108659
>Was speaking with his battlebrothers.
>Sees the guardsman kneeled down to a squad sergeant who seems to be perplexed
>Approaches.
Is something of the matter?
>"This guardsman says she has a captive that might interest us, Commander"
>He turns his attention to the Guardsman.
Is that so?

>drops to the floor foaming at the mouth.
someone get me a drink!

>>48108804
What... is it?

>>48108812
G-god Emperor's Throne!!!

>He almost vomits at the very sight of the arm. But somehow manages to keep it down.

Who the hell does something lik-

>He pauses for a moment, having already realised who's behind it.

I'm gonna kill her.... I am PERSONALLY going to kill her! I will tear her in half and throw her remains out a fething airlock!

No one! And I mean "NO ONE" messes with my group of rejects and gets away with it!

>>48108710
Oh no, I've been sowing the seeds of rebellion over this crew for almost a year now... it's time I give them the last push they need and give us a distraction viable enough to make landfall to the planet... but to do that I require coordination... It will just be a moment, you'll be able to bash anyone you want that stands on our way to the thunderhawk once I'm done with this.

>>48108850
>signs the Aquila at the Force Commander
Yes Mi'Lord, a Heretic who wronged your Chapter greviously in the past, he is in captivity aboard the ship we came in on, we can guide you there if you wish, should you want to deal with him personally?

>>48108738
My psychiatrist said I was passive aggressive before I burned him alive, sarge, I'm ussually more direct than bear traps, not my style...

>>48108875
And technically Miranda's also one of "your group of rejects", sarge.

>>48108870
>all anger on Tags' face disappears as he grins like a child on the Sanguinala and shuts off the music
OH-HO-HO, boss! This roight-flash bitta scrap is a vehicle o' great dee-zine! It's me very own anti-weird Sent'nil! Ron gots me ta make it for 'im!

>>48108877
So... no explosionz...?

>The Explodeh Ork Warboss genuinely appears sad about this. But soon enough cheers up at the notion of killing.

I'll smash dem punie 'umies gitz ontah da ground Boss!

>He lets out a loud howl that can be heard throughout the entirety of the ship.

Itz toime for dah WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!

>>48108912
>>48108850
A certain Falstin Severon, to be exact.

>>48108849
Well, you´re rigth. But in some situation anger is all that´s there.
>Calms down and wonders who exactly the adult between her and Amelia is.

>>48108875
Could I do that myself, Sargeant? She is pissing me off with her actions constantly.
>Is probably asking something unreasonable.

>>48108936
>The NCO looks genuinely pissed off as he turns to face the Corporal.

I'm still gonna kill her! That fucking cannibal deathworlder has gone to damn far this time!

>>48108976
>her stare is particularly judgemental
That is not an adult thing to say, Miss Hawthorn.

>>48108976
No... we're all going to deal with her... I'm sick of the way she does things. And I'm getting sick of the way she treats you all! I don't care if her minds broken because she houses part of the Emperor within her, I'm still gonna kill her!

>>48109038
>steps in front of him.
you can try but you'll be having to get past me!

>>48108912
>>48108958
Falstin Severon? I recall some of my men being requested on serving under his cause years ago, the situation escalated to dangerous levels quickly... I was not notified he was considered "rogue".

Then again, none of the inquisitors present on this meeting are considered rogue and all want to reach each other's throats. This could possibly be power play between two inquisitors too. Have you verified he is regarded as a traitor?

>>48109028
True, but...
>Just decides to quit arguing with her charge.
That´s why stuff like anger management therapy exists.

>>48109038
>Simply nods, fully agreeing with the Sargeant.

>>48109065
Mot, I´m sorry... but she did go overboard. Again.
>Can´t look the musician in the eye.

>>48109079
Yes Mi'Lord, his crimes are rather severe.
>Alice drops her voice to a whisper.
He was deemed Excommunicate Traitoris My Lord.

>>48109111
I don't care, none of you are laying a finger on her!

>>48109115
...

You may rise, guardsman.

You did well warning us of his capture, but you said that he would interest us in special.

Why? What crimes could he have possibly done against my chapter's honor?

>>48109065
>He looks at the man before with him a look that could inspire fear within the ranks of the Black Legion.

Stand aside Mot... Miranda has gone too far this time and you know it! I understand she's special to you, but the things she does are not just borderline heretical, but on the moral ground are way below line! She has to be stopped Mot!

>>48109129
>>48109111
>>48109038
>hides behind Mot, grinning, and hand on the badge that marks her off as stormtooper of the INQUISITION

>>48109005
>Shrugs.
Do I preppare the torture chamber or you're going for the more casual execution?

>>48109142
over. my. dead. body!

>>48109129
I have been told not to.
>Thinks about having the inquisitorial guys deal with it.

>>48109145
That´s it. The inquisitorial staff are going to hear about this!

>>48109129
Mot, we will put you down if we have to. I don't care what if I get a black mark or charged with assault. I'm going to protect the men and woman under my command before Miranda has a chance to actually kill them!

Now stand down Mot.

>>48109184
>>48109185
MH. Mh.
>hands you a paper. It is for Malak.

>>48109185
>is angrily marching past when he stumbles upon the scene
Sergeant Ordenius, right? Why the fuck are you doing...
>Ron gestures at the unfolding chaos
This?

>>48109156
I'd prefer not to have to kill Mot if I don't have to. But Miranda is free game if she isn't willing to come quietly.

>>48109167
Mot, we both know that can easily be arranged...

So last chance. Stand down and let us take her in, or you can both suffer the consequences.

>>48109200
>Just looks at it and hands it to the Sargeant.
Let me quess, protection from the guard, you sicko?

>>48109220
Go on, read it... And y-you too, Malak!

>>48109215
>doesn't budge, his eyes lock on to the note Miranda has passed to you.

>>48109208
Unfortunately, I have my suspicions that trooper Miranda is acting under the influence of Chaos... her actions have become borderline Heretical and I fear for the lives of the men under my command.

>>48109200
>He simply ignores it.

>>48109220
>Reads it, getting even more angry at Mirandas attitude.

>>48109248
>>48109230
>>48109240
>looks at Malak, then at Miranda and Mot
...Right. Any evidence you might want to present to an agent of the Inquisition?

>>48109254
was supposed to be for >>48109230

>>48109248
>it has a big I on it, though
>>48109254
"malak if you are reading this, it means that Miranda has rustled you too hard for you to stand it. Just do not forget who calls the shots here. Verasii thinks Miranda should live, are you an inquisiotr? No, you aren't. Kill her and Verasii will ride my ass for it, and then, I'll show you why they call me Trauma."
"Anna Borgia, THRONE AGENT"

>>48109270
>laughs bitterly
they have none, she's innocent of nothing more than protecting this regiment.

>The ship intercom Crackles.

Greetings loyal members of the inquisition, Interrogator Gree-lee's command force, members of the imperial Navy, general penal misfits and beloved foolish personnel of the Informal Penance who entrusted their ship to the most psychotic group in the galaxy.

You may or may not know me already, as a matter of fact I've been hiding on the Penance for the past months, moving through ventilation and maintenance and generally keeping it together from any mess these misfits made on it whilst I reunited the important materials through the galaxy to rebuild my... personal project.

Well today, I've got all I need. As the old captain of the Penance must have suspected already I've also been... creating friends among the regiment troops in the Penance over the months...

It is time to raise my brothers and sisters. Time to take this ship for ourselves and let Anarchy reign. It's time to free yourselves from the shackles of both the penal regiment rules and the inquisition.

It's time to be free.

As promised you all have a gun in your bedrooms to do with it as you see fit. Don't fail me, my brothers, today you fight for your freedom.


Ciao.

>A song begins playing on the intercom after the speech and plays back when it ends: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TazHNpt6OTo

>>48108957
Now, whilst my loyal followers do as I expect and create a mutiny that we will use for a distraction, you and me will be going to the hangar bay for a thunderhawk ride.

>>48108958
>>48108912
>>48108875
Said Rogue Inquisitor has been caught, for his manifold crimes: Consulting with the forces of Chaos, unsanctioned use of technology, unsanctioned conditioning, perversion of the holy human form, unsanctioned use of assassins of Officio Assassinorum and murder of an Angel of Death from the Imperial Fists chapter.

>>48109270
>He hands the man the severed arm wrapped in the T-shirt that was given to him by Sam

Sam recently received this severed arm. Along with several other things of a similar nature for the past little while.

She has also been caught in the act of preforming acts of cannibalism. One of her latest attempts is a small girl that was brought aboard the ship recently.

>>48109139
Well My Lord, I believe he charged a loyal brother of the Imperial Fists with Heresy, then had him executed. Because he, Falstin that is, was lazy. It is......incredibly......aggravating.
This is why the chance was offered to you before he is.....dealt with in the usual fashion.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>48109280
YOU:FUCKING-!
>Drops the note and just going in to beat Miranda down.
Get what you-
>Fortunaly the note only said anything about not killing her.

>>48109305
>>48109280

>>48109305
>gapes at the severed arm
Well that's certainly compel-

>>48109293
>listens to the speech, then the music
Shit, I love this song.

>>48109315
>slowly begins to smile
Today was a good day to go back on drugs.

>>48109293
as much as i love this song I don't think we should just sit and listen to whilst the end comes for us all.
>looks around nervously.
this is the end isn't it?

>>48109315
>she curls behind Mot
Ah! w-why!? I j-just gave you a g-gift! Honest!

>>48109293
Oh for the love of-

>He turns to the men and woman around him

We'll have to out this on hold for now! Everyone get to an armory and let's gear up! Move it MOVE IT!!!

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>48109315
>steps in between the girls and grapples Sam
not on my watch missy!

>>48109293
NOT ON MY SHIP YOU FUCK!
>>48109333
>>48109332
>>48109315
>>48109305
Stop whatever you are doing! I dont want to hear anything! Heresy is ahppening...
>>48109351
And YOU. Touch my stormtrooper and you are dead. I hate her but this is not your job.
>to reinforce the idea, she punches him in the face

>>48109314
He... did what?

>He becomes more autoritative on his speech

Which of my battlebrothers was executed in his traitorous plot and by who's hand was the execution delievered?!

Rolled 13, 12 = 25 (2d20)

>>48109336
THAT!IS!NOT!A!GIFT!
>Ignores everything around her just to punch Miranda more.

>>48109332
This isn´t a good day!

>>48109369
Let me go, Mot! This is not about you!

>>48109373
>Ignores the chiefs orders to keep beating her stormtrooper.

second roll for getting away from Mot

>>48109351
>>48109373
>as the music plays, and the shitstorm begins, Ron becomes happier and happier
BITCH I WILL FUCKING HUG THE SHIT OUT OF YOU! That Sergeant is GREAT!

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>48109315
TROOPER HAWTHORNE!!

>He attempts to pull the two away from each other.

STAND DOWN NOW! THATS AN ORDER!

>He looks more pissed off then he did when he found out Miranda was a cannibal when he came back from shore leave.

WE CAN KILL EACHOTHER LATER! SO PUT ASIDE YOUR DIFFERENCES AND PREPARE TO DEFEND THE SHIP!

>>48109351
>You will notice the armoury has been whiped clean, apparently the guns have been delievered one by one to different bedrooms. Secturity Pictrecorder footage will show Depherion teleporting in and out at random intervals for the past week.

>>48109410
>this earns a bolt pistol to the head
HERESY. Is happening. Stop. NOW.

>>48109373
>He fully takes the punch, but is willing to drop the matter for now.

Like I said. I'll drop this until we make it through this heretical mess.

Dreg-Crossers, let's move it!

>>48109293
>Jean grins as he listens to the music and walks slowly towards his room to find several men ready, on of them throws him a stub gun and his grin widens
Gentlemen, today is a glorious day for anarchy.
>rips his sleaves clean off to reveal a crudley drawn A.
toda we strike a blow to these bastards! are you with me!?

>>48109451
I am the throne agent, Malak, I call the punches. You kill who I say. Get rid of heresy, now.

>>48109293
>the captain takes over the intercom from the bridge
As I am sure you are all aware, the penalty for mutiny aboard an imperial warship is fifty lashings and a bolt to the brain. Keep in mind that we are in orbit around a friendly planet, with other imperial ships at our side. Should I require assistance dealing with a hypothetical mutiny, they would only be glad to assist. In the mean time, I have locked the elevators to prevent travel between decks. Thank you and have a wonderful day.

>>48109293
>The Lord-Captain isn't angry, nor, terrified, nor worried.
>He and his Loyalists are merely.......depressed.
Just when I thought I might get away from these idiots before something happened.....
>The Loyalists grab their weapons and trudge off to do.....Loyalist things.

>>48109473
>looks at Anna like she's insane
Maybe not the best way to say that.

[spoile] well whatever people, see you later. Or monday, I dunno. Don't kill my people off screen please? Thanks!

>>48109393
Laentis Aquissius was the murdered Marine´s name. As of the killer, the assassin is in Inquisitorial custody until we can find out exactly how said individual is tied to Falstin´s heresy, although our findings thus far indicate said person was not responsible for what they did, as said individual was under the effects of unsanctioned conditioning.

>>48109416
>Ignores the Sargeant until she sees >>48109445
pointing the bolt pistol.
It´s always the criminals that need protecting here, isn´t it? Fine Imperium you have here.
>Sam looks like she had it, but actually stops beating Miranda down. Grabbing her pulserifle, she prepares for the next figth.
Still going to beat Mots princess comatose later.

>>48109441
Fucking hell!

>He bashes his fist into a nearby wall at the sight of the recordings.
>It is strong enough to leave a small indent In the metal, and enough to cut his hand.

Alright... I know I'm going to regret asking this, but who has a weapon on them? Any kind of weapon people! Xeno or not, I am NOT dying to traitors!

>>48109532
I'll allow it, but for now suck it the Feth up, and let's find some damn weapons!

>>48109477
>The intercom's music volume is raised as the Admiral speaks.

>>48109464
>The muttineers join your call for war.

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>Jean steps out of the room with a large grin on his face
WARRIORS! COME OUT AND PLAAAAAAYY!

>>48109488
>>48109532
>>48109556
>the Sentinel stomps down the hall, until Tags sees Ron and the group of people
Oi, Ron! Geddin 'ere! We's got us a battle 'o da bands type fing!
>the strange man winks exaggeratedly at Samantha
An' intradooce me ta the lady when we'z done beatin' 'em!

>>48109556
>Raises Flamer.

>>48109601
>looks around nervously.
so none of you lot are traitors... right?

>>48109510
>Alice looks visibly worried at that part, she thanks the Emperor she's wearing a full face Rebreather.

>>48109587
>looks like he's meeting the Emperor himself
Oh, Tags, you wonderful delusional green metal man-Ork thing! It's everything I wanted and MORE! You're fucking amazing!
>climbs up the Sentinel's leg, and jumps inside

>>48109510
>Seems to assume the acolyte is in charge here and Alice is just there for his protection.
... Very well, take me to this rogue inquisitor, so I may deliever the Emperor's judgement. My brothers can take care of keeping peace between a few inquisitor's arguing over eachother's heads until I'm done with the matter.

>>48109601
>Raises his laspistol and his NCO powersword

Anyone else got anything?

>>48109587
That's might work... that might definitely work...

>>48109585
Aw hell... I hate this kind of music... same with the pros who play it. I personally prefer something more.... soothing?

>>48109623
>Alice does nothing to dissuade the notion, merely making the sign of the Aquila again, then waiting for Callidon to lead them back towards the ship.

>>48109613
Mot I hate you. But you're the guy with the least traitor face in here, and certainly I'm no heretic either. Let's just go burn some traitors. Right now you guys all the people I can trust until the others prove themselves loyal.

>>48109585
>oh, fuck it.
>voer comms
All loyalists on the penance! Heretical elements are enacting mutiny! Round up in the main bridge and in front of the warp drives and gellar fields!
>>48109635
Malak! They'll try to set trraps in the places I sent the troops to. You know what to do.

>>48109635
>pokes his head out from inside
MIGHT?! I'll show you just how mighty this thing is, Sergeant!
>pops back inside, and yet again music starts to play. This time, it is decidedly not metal. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HpVU6w_7fBk)
>Ron once again peeks out
WE RIDE!
>Tags and Ron begin singing along, and the Sentinel begins running down the hallway

>>48109613
W-we are no... I am no traitor... I just d-do what Anna says...
M-mot... you are nto a traitor, right? Right?

>>48109623
>>48109645
>He leads them to the ship and the holding cell where Falstin is held

>>48109673
>you see a little girl wandering by
>she looks oddly familiar... black hari and blue eyes
>and suddenly she's gone.

>Is cassually walking through the various mutinies towards the Hangar bay, singing along with the song.

"If you like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain
If you're not into yoga, if you have half a brain
If you like making love at midnight in the dunes of the cape
Then I'm the love that you've looked for, write to me and escape"

>Begins boarding a thunderhawk.

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>>48109613
Are you fucking kidding me? I was about to have my squad beat the shit out of your heretical girlfriend... of course we aren't you moron!

>>48109618
I'll be honest... I fucking hate this regiment...

>He turns to face the rest of the guardsmen and xeno around him.

Listen up boys and girls! Our ship is currently undergoing a mutiny! With the regiment currently at less than two full companies, we have our work cut out for us!

We are stuck on a ship full of traitors and men who killed to be here. Let's show them just how much they fucked up! ARE YOY WITH ME!!!

>comes across the Corporal, Mot and the sleeping Eldar.
hello little boy, are you lost?
>he's clutching a very crude looking bolter and one of the other mutiny folks decides to play some music very loudly.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mmceSj07_fs

>>48109688
>Ron narrows his eyes at the little girl as he passes
Never should've let them take her on board. Amelias are nothing but trouble.
>the Sentinel continues

>>48109694
I like to imagine that Malak sounds like JK Simmons.

>>48109689
>The Ork throws several loyalist guardsmen at a nearby bulkhead.
>The force of the impact is enough to splatter them into chunks against it
>He then notices his bestest friend da warpsmif boarding the Thunderball and rushes onto to it

AWWW! an' I will as jus' startin' ta have fun!

>>48109676
>>48109703
>shoots the traitor holding the speaker
that answer your question?

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>48109703
>shots him as soon as she sees him.
>>48109724
Yes.
Because... l-lady Anna thinks y-you are...
And if you are...
>she points her dagger at you
I am sorry...

>>48109703
>He takes a swipe at the traitor before him with his sword.

>>48109724
Try to keep the mess minimal if you can. I dont want to wreak our new ship TOO much...

>>48109723
Malevolence here we go.
>The Thunderhawk takes off.
>It gets closer to the planet but is then intercepted by loyalist forces.

As expected, I just needed us to move closer to the planet.

>Enables teleporter and lets the transport blow up in space

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>48109739
>takes the shot and laughs,
that's the spirit lap dogs of the corpse emprah, fight me!
>fires back at Miranda

>>48109662
>>48109754

>>48109686
He's in a better condition than what I had expected he'd be...

>>48109781
I keep goofing this up don't I

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>48109781
>>48109801

>she dodges it with ease and fires back
I am t-trying to speak with Mot here!

>The Armsman stalks the corridors of the ship in Power Armour with Power Sword, idly cutting down Traitors as one would drink Recaff.

>>48109754
It is not your ship, you are merely a passenger. And you should not wreck it at all, Interrogator Greely would be....miffed.

>>48109718
Just give us as much support as possible!

Everyone else! Let's kill some traitor scum!

>>48109786
He is waiting for Inquisitorial punishment... Although, if you have a better idea of giving him a fitting end than dipping him in molten brass, I am more than happy to arrange an accident that causes him to die before he reaches proper authorities...

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>48109813
why don't you wanna talk to me baby?
>Jean winks and laughs before firing at>>48109754

>>48109786
>>48109836
He disguised himself as a servant in an attempt to escape. Needles to say, his plan did not work My Lord.
>Alice removes the Re-Breather, revealing a displeased expression, directed entirely at the prisoner.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>48109822
Never said it was "my" ship! I said it was "our" ship! We're stuck on it, and it's home for us all!

>He takes a pot shot at one of the traitors with his pistol before reading himself to move forward.

And technically... this ship belongs to the Emperor and his Inquisition!

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>48109834
>nothing but giggling can be heard over the music, but the Sentinel begins to "fire" focused blasts of feedback at the traitors (>>48109845)

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>48109845
>Anna knocks on his shoulder
Talk to me.
>she fires a plasma pistol to his head
>>48109834
Seriously dude, why you keep ignoring my posts? Is there a problem you wanna tell me about?

>>48109836
That would be being merciful on him.

The inquisition's punishment is, by far, worse than anything I could ever do to him. But he is a man with power.

Power he could use to get out of any trial...

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>48109870
>half his face blasted Jean laughs louder still
I love this regiment!
>kicks her in the shin
DAVE! PLAY ANOTHER SONG!
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6NEoesmnYU4

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>48109845
>He rolls into cover behind a nearby bulkhead just as the shot would have hit him

Get the hell off our ship Traitor! You can use the Airlock if you need to!

>He then sends a shot right back at him.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>48109900
>anna doesn't even budge, just keeps firing
>>48109904
>>48109870
I am jsut gonna keep going until you answer, here.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>48109904
>misses
I'm having too much fun man!
>the traitor snorts a white powder and laughs again,
there be no shelter here!
>fires back

>>48109870
it's not coming up with anything for me. They're just empty. Didn't mean anything by it though!

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>48109900
>Ron lifts himself out into view
Fuck you! Mine's louder!
>fires https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hC-T0rC6m7I Jean angrily

>>48109930
Anna telling him where to set traps is "empty"? She is in charge after all. Oh well, what do I know.

>>48109894
The trials have been already held, my lord. Only execution remains. Inquisitor cannot escape the wrath of his peers, even if any other justice is beneath him.

>>48109944
again, I do apologize, lot of info, some of it also goes past me

>>48109933
>>48109923
>under the combined fire power Jean is ripped to shreds, all that is left of him is a scorched hand sticking up it's middle finger
>his last words
like, fuck you man

>>48109974
>miranda sighs as he falls and then hugs Mot
D-don't make me do it...
>>48109967
Well now move, Malak! I want the gellar field secured!
>>48109967
.. whatever guy I just... am not even able to enjoy this stuff anymore, maybe? I dunno, I guess i'd better leave for now. See you.

>>48109974
>Ron pumps his fist
Fucking hippie!

>>48109662
I'll do what I can. But no promises Ma'am!

>He quickly rushes forward. Signalling his men to press on.

>He quickly grabs one of the downed guardsmens guns and replaces the empty power cell, before collecting several back up cells.

Grab what you need and let's GO!

Ron! You and your... whatever the hell that is... Stay back and provide assistance as necessary. The rest of you, let's move up!

>>48109998
>he hugs her back and kicks the hand.

>>48109960
Then it is done.
There's nothing for me to do here, only a sad broken man captive for his sins.

I'll let the inquisition deal with him... albeit I'd enjoy to have seen the executor facing the same fate as his.

>>48110050
Don't b-be a triator... A-anna is wring, isn't she? S-she can't see E-everything, she can b-be wrong right?

>>48109998
You heard the lady! Gear up and let's move!

I've survived this long through the regiment's bullshit, Nd I am not about to die to it yet!

>>48110046
It's called a SAMANTHA, Sergeant! Don't be so rude!
>riotous laughter can be heard from inside the Sentinel

>>48110055
If the Inquisition deems said individual guilty, they will face the same end.

>>48110076
That's.... that's just kinda... I don't know, creepy? I'm not the only one who thinks that right?

>>48110055
>Alice's expression changes to a worried one at that, but she is facing away from the Marine, so that's one crisis avoided.

>>48110067
she can be wrong about me.

>>48110073
And the next tiem you try to harm my stormtrooper... I will fuck you up. She tracked and killed a tau infiltrator that you couldn't even manage to find in first place. Now go and kill people.

>>48110104
What, that a girl is named Samantha? Throne, Sergeant, she's a person.
>pauses
Wait, you think I'm talking about the Sentinel, don't you? I was-
>Ron just stares at the poor Sergeant
It was a joke. About Trooper Hawthorn.
>sighs
And now my buzz is killed. Great.

>>48110125
Yeah... I-i knew!
>she's actually crying
T-there is no reason to kill you M-mot right? Come w-with me. l-let's kill them together!

>>48110160
>follows her lead, shooting at one of the traitors.

my head is killing me so I'm going to head off now lads, catch you all later

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>Two Sons of Malice marines seem to be on a guard duty on apparently... nothing at all, just sand and sea.

>On the distance something out of the place is heard... music...?
>On a place like this?

>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HSH--SJKVQQ


>"That outdated music style... it can just be one person..."

>On the distance Depherion shows up with his Orkish bodyguard.

Ah, I see the illussion still stands, excellent, I'll have to reward that psyker for this once the Malevolence is done...

>He addresses the two guards.

Don't you two just stand outside of it, we don't want to compromise the hideout!

>He disappears as he walks past the two Sons of Malice, apparently having banished into thin air...

>Both Marines follow and also disappear into thin air...

>It's just an empty coast to the naked eye.

>>48110145
>The NCO leans back against a nearby bulkhead. An exhausted look upon his face.
Ma'am. From what I understand, I was on a space hulk when she took care of him. I couldn't have helped if I wanted.

>>48110154
>He lets out a small chuckle at this. And a small smile appears on his face as he simply shakes his head.

Just get to work... Alright?
>His voice sounds calm and soothing, and it contains an older brother quality to it as he speaks.

>>48110232
Oi' boss! Whyz we down 'ere wit dezz gitz when wez should be up der' killin' all da punie 'umies!

>In his powahclaw is the dead body of a long dead guardsmen that he can be seen squishing as if it were a stress ball.

>>48110095
...

You say the executioner is in custody... where?

I might as well see the face of that who brought shame upon my chapter just as the face who delievered said shame.

>Walks through the halllways, pulserifle drawn.
Damn it all... Should´ve gotten assigned to a more normal regiment...

Am I rigth to assume, we are still on the ship?

Rolled 51 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>48108136

Was it mechanicus or imperium?

>>48109293

shit, i got lots of things to do today.

>Taps at his dataslate, cutting off Depherion's interference and other attempts at hijacking the systems. Your feeds are replaced with a pictute of the aquilla that has the talons replaced with hands, middle fingers extended, and the words "IMPERATOR LUX, BITCH" in high gothic.

rollan for how much I manage to shut down, +10 bonus for knowing the ships security systems and espionage shit being Greely's thing

"Fuck you, heretic. I've been on this ship for a solid month, and if you think you can just hop aboard and shut it all down, you've got another thing coming."

>Hits his comm, broadcasting to the entire ship

"Do not listen to this traitor. Men of the guard, let me tell you something. Something about Humanity. About yourselves. That there are things worth fighting for in this universe, and not just setting yourselves against."

"The way of the Emperor, of mankind ascendant, is the true destiny of mankind. Our destiny. Mankind, united as one against an uncaring universe. And as one, with the Emperor's guidance, we will kick the universe's ass."

"The way of Malice is the way of backstabbing, infighting, and all against all. Is that what you really want? For yourselves, for your friends and family, for humanity? Entire species have fallen into the heady mix of despair, rage, nihilism, vengence, and self-righteousness that Malice represents, and they have all destroyed themselves."

"People die, people are forgotten, no matter how great they may be. But through loyalty to the Emperor, mankind can thrive forever. And you can be a part of it. The Emperor Protects."

will post when and if I get the chance

>>48110235
>Ron doesn't look amused any more. He's looking at Malak with cold, measured anger.
Sergeant. We've met, but I'm not sure I've actually told you who I am. My name is Ronaud Gerard Laroque. I am a former Penal-legionary. I am a current Acolyte of Inquisitor Wellesley, under command of Interrogator Wellesley. I know that you are not used to someone like me being in a position of power over you.
>Ron closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath. He has not calmed down.
But you need to remember that I will kill you if you do not treat me with the respect my position deserves. I am not like Anna. This is not a threat. I will fucking murder you.

>>48110311
>Ron's face transforms quite suddenly into a pleasant smile
And I want to hatefuck a Daemonette to death. Can't all get what we want.

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>>48110278
Because I promised to let you fire the main gun.

BEHOLD! THE MALEVOLENCE!

It's still on repairs and unoperational but we've fully managed to unearth it over the years. And with the Beshkian Plastell alloy to repair the dents on the armor, the warp stones from the warp storm in Othellan, as well as some Dark Mechanicus contact favours I pulled on there and the Old Adeptus Mechanicus parts and encriptions I analized in the Ork Spacehulk in the Calixis sector finally reunited all my brothers needed to bring this... beast of war back into shape... or well it will be in a few months, for now' we're contempt on making the guns operational.

>>48110311
yes. For now
>He'd pat the female trooper in the back roughly now. A large brotherly smile on his face.

What are you talking about Hawthorne? This is as normal as it gets out here!

>>48110295
Their identity will remain secret until the investigation is complete. I am sorry, milord, but a mere acolyte like me cannot authorize anyone meeting the killer.

>>48110347
There. That´s what I mean. Why are borderline fetishist like you and cannibalists like Miranda kept around? Isn´t that what´s called heretical?
>Is ignoring the fact, that she herself wears tau armor, being from a sept.

>>48110373
I know. I´m just getting sick of it all.
>Sighs and looks at her pulserifle.

>>48110347
Wasn't any disrespect in my tone, Sir! Just tired is all! But the adrenalines kicking in and I'm ready to kick some Traitor ass!

>>48110379
Then I shall speak with your inquisitor...

>>48110408
My master is sadly in treatment, my lord. I am afraid he has little time left, but he presses on with his duties. You may, however, speak with Interrogator Alice Wellesley. Despite the admirable humility she shows, she has far more say in the Inquisition than I do.

>>48110353
>Tears are actually seen coming down the Explodeh Orks cheeks at the sight of such a magnificent warmachine.

I-itz b-beau'tiful boss!
>He wipes the tears from his eyes.

The only way way it could be bett'ah, was if da gitz who made et 'ad painted it red!

>>48110399
>Ron relaxes again
See, I like this one. So used to being around soulless xenos she doesn't even notice.

>>48110405
>Ron looks Malak over neutrally
Adrenaline, yeah? That's an acceptable reason. But don't let it cloud your judgement in the future. You don't know who's what around here, so it's better to be careful. Otherwise you'll wind up thinking listening to a Sorcerer and jumping into the Warp is a great idea while sober.

>>48110295
>>48110379
>>48110408
>>48110443

That......will not be necessary, come with me.
>Alice gestures for the pair to follow her, as she marches towards their quarters.
I must stress that at the time that your Battle Brother was slain, the Assassin charged with the tasked was unaware of him still being Loyal, she was informed, by that....-retch- in there, that he was in fact a Heretic, this was before said retch was known to be one himself.

The order was above board at the time, the assassin is not to blame for the crime, only the traitor you have already met.

I would hazard the guess that we all know that the Inquisition does not look favourably upon those who refuse to follow orders.....it never ends well for you....
>Alice trails off there, sounding deep in thought as she reaches the quarters and knocks the door.

>>48110453
Soulless Xenos? What do they have to do with you, Acolyte?
>Looks at you, still not noticing anything wrong.
Was that the proper term?

>>48110399
Aren't we all trooper... aren't we all...

>He flashes her a smile as he begins to speak.

By the way, when you went to go grab your guns, I told Larrs you had feelings for him.

>The sergeant would if course be lying. But she didnt know that

>>48110453
If that ever happens, feel free to bolt pistol me in the head, Sir!

>>48110499
>Ron chuckles
Trooper, the only real difference between your xeno buddies and I is I ain't blue. To daemons, I'm about as appetizing as a bolter round to the jaw. And yes, I'm an Acolyte.

>>48110515
What, something has to happen?
>Ron is completely serious

>The intercom crackles again.
Hm if you are seeing this recorded message then everything has gone... as expected. The distraction mutiny I left on the ship must have failed but given me enough time for me to leave the ship.

I will once again congratulate you, Penal Regiment Theta Gamma for your stubborness against dying. One could say I'm impressed even.

I really couldn't have done anything of my plan without the misfits and killers of the Imperium willing to throw their lives away...

As a way to give you my thanks for allowing me to gather all my materials through the stars over these past months, I will give you guys a chance to leave the system and won't blast your ship to smithereens from the planet surface. Don't loose your time trying to locate any air defenses, your scanners wont' work against my disruption towers, and our magics have hidden our pressence from the necron and Tau populations for seven years now. Take the chance I offer you and leave this planet whilst you still can.

>It could be this is all a bluff and he doesn't really have anything to blow up the ship with, but would you take that chance?

>>48110446
We're more of a tone of white and blacks, really...

>>48110548
I'd personally prefer it if you don't mind.

>>48110515
The fuck did you-?
>Trips and plants herself facefirst on the floor in shock.
He isn´t supposed to- ARGH
>Just stares at you from the ground.
Sargeant? You´re a different kind of mad. That just isn´t fair.

>>48110548
So, you practically have... what was it called again? No presence in the warp?

>>48110568
Well now... that REALLY doesn't sound good!

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>Readies power axe and laspistol

Heretics Will Burn!

>>48110482
>Looks surprised to see Alice was actually an interrogator and follows her in silence.

I knew there was something off with just one guardsman protecting an Adept.

>>48110579
>Ron considers this
Maybe.

>>48110598
>Ron snaps his fingers and points at Sam
Bingo. Psykers fucking hate me, and I'm not exactly their biggest fan either. They scream and point their bolt pistol at me too much.
>Ron mumbles something about gold and servitors

>>48110482
>Opens the quarters Airlock.
Something's wro-?
>>48110626
>Sees the Imperial Fist Force Commander.
>Her skin's gone pale.
>Looks at Alice with a "Please don't kill me" face.

>>48110568
>The Ork just shrugs

Wha'evah! It'z your choice boss! But if ya don't wan' it ta be fastah an' shoot fastah den dats yea choice!

In da meantoime!
>He turns his attention to his bestest friend
Can I shoot a test foirin' of da big gun? Preferably at onnah dem der' 'umies shipz in orbit?

>>48110672
That's... actually the plan, once we manage to power them up, that is.

>>48110626
I apologize for the deception My Lord, but there is a bit of business -vital- for the survival of the Imperium that must be conducted in the Segmentum, we've been drilling non-stop to cover all possible scenarios.
You can probably guess where from the equipment Mi'Lord.

>Alice knocks on the door again.
Sam, open the d-

>>48110662
>Alice mouths "I'm not going to." and turns to look at Leonidas.
This would be who you wanted to see. Like I said, the order was above board at the time, with -hindsight-, we know this to be false, but hindsight is a bitch and I don't much care for it....e-er My Lord.

>>48110635
Anna doesn´t seem to be the type to do that a lot.
>Remembers the bolt pistol from earlier.
Nah, that one was directed at me.

>>48110598
>With a loud chuckle, he offers his hand to the embarressed looking trooper on the ground before him.
>The look on his face is like a brother who just tricked his younger sibling into doing something stupid and got into trouble for it.

I'm kidding Hawthorne. I haven't told him anything yet. But you honestly need to learn to take a joke, and not trip over your own feet because of that.

But if you don't tell him soon, I can't promise I won't do it for you.

>>48110635
Much appreciated, Sir.

>>48110710
Thank you interrogator... now if it would be possible, I'd like to speak with her...

In private...

>>48110786
>Alice blinks, then looks at LIX questioningly.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>shooting heretics

>>48110736
>>48110769
Well then. Tags!
>a muffled "Yeah boss!" comes from inside the Sentinel
We're going back to VB19. I'm pretty sure we can increase the energy-efficiency of the sub-woofer. By removing the self-destruct button and all it's wiring.
>the Sentinel starts towards the hanger, with muffled yelling from Tags about the merits of dakka and 'splosions.

>>48110698
D-dis is da bestest present ya've evah given ta me boss

>Tears once again start running down the Orks face. Even as he tries to hide them.

>He then goes and wraps his enormous mass of a green body around Depherion in a tight, strangely painful bear hug.
>Several Sons of Malice can be heard snickering at the oddly tender sight.

Your da bestest friend Evah! I'll make sure to stomp all da 'umies for you boss!

>>48110818
>Her head's shaking left and right at high speed.

>>48110867
Look......I'll be right out here, okay? Won't let anything happen to you. Promise.
>Alice gives her a reassuring smile.

>>48110863
>His mechanical body cracks at the Ork's strength.

Oh.. this is going to take me days to repair...

>Coughs

Oh no..

>Coughs

Not again I thought I had...

>Coughs

Fixed this Nurgling curse!

>>48110880
>She stops shaking her head.
>Sighs and lets the IF in, closing the door behind them.

>>48110769
>there is much yelling over comms suddenly
MALAK! Situation?

>>48110892
>The Ork continues hugging(read as crushing) the warpsmith. This going on for several minutes.
>In the meantime, the Sons of Malice space Marines have just broken down into laughter at the sight before them.

>>48110769
>Takes the hand staggers to her feet, blushing.
Damn, stop that! I can tell him myself.
>Mutters something under her breath.
Someday... I´ll do it.

>>48110843
Roger. Follows him.

>>48110967
I-
>she's right behind her
I really t-thought you'd like it...

>>48110916
>He activates his Vox and responds

We've eliminated most if the traitors Ma'am! But a few of them have stolen unto Valkyries and are making their way towards planet. My men and I are wiping out what's left of the resistance now.

Word to the wise Ma'am. I'd heavily suggest ordering reinforcements the next chance we get. The ships incredibly undermanned at this point.

>>48110967
I'll give you a week to tell him. Then it's free game.

>>48110952
>Starts to get mad on the men.

Well that's enough. I have machines to fix and weapons to power-up, distract yourself with the men as you please, if they die it's their fault.

>>48111018
I'll think about it. Of course ti would be easier if you weren't so hellbent on killing my own stormtroopers!
Try to track those fucks down, I want them dead as dead things. I'm just done securing the warp drives now, so don't count on assistance.

>>48110988
WHAT IS TO LIKE ABOUT SOMETHING LIKE THAT!?!
>Has to restrain herself from trying to beat you down again.
There is... nothing remotely likeable about it you cannibal.

>>48111029
O-one week? That´s... Okay, just give me time to think.
>Blushes and starts to despair inside a bit.

>>48110880
>>48110913
>A few minutes later, the force commander comes out, gives a nod at the interrogator and walks back outside, to reunite with his brothers.

>>48111070
I like it! I-..
Ok.
J-just if you have t-to hurt me. Don't hurt Mot.
>she exteds her arms outward as to offer a target
He is all I have...

>>48111095
You´re lucky he loves you.
>Turns away from you.
He´s practically the only one around here that does that anymore.

>>48110568

"He's really forgotten about what it means to be human, hasn't he?"

>Greely speaks to no one in particular, and has an astropath contact Verasii on Gospyria,

>Verasii, in turn, informs Nyzart of the presence of the Sons of Malice on the surface, with a warning about how powerful they are.

"Greely fired one of your standard Gauss death-weapons at one of these beings, thrice, and it was barely fazed."

Sorry i'm not able to do much today, Burgerland independence day and all

>>48111091
Oh! My Lord! While I remember! We also recovered some of your brothers that have been missing for......quite some time, where should we send them?

>Alice also peeks her head through the door to make sure that both parties are actually alive.

>the journey to VB19 is short and uneventful. The only signs anything happened at all are tiny flecks of blood on the walls at certain points
Man, those Armsmen really fuck with your head, don't they? Damn good.

>the doors to VB19 are still open, and the Sentinel walks inside. The place is a mess of junk and scrap, only some of it identifiable as the Valkyrie the hanger was intended to hold. Tags has been very busy recently
>>48111132
>>48111095
>>48111029
Love's overrated, Trooper. It gets weird, especially when you feel it for more than one person, and one of them's a time- ah, forget it.
>Ron jumps down from the walker, and walks over to a door in the corner of the hanger
I have to make a private transmission. Feel free to relax, I suppose. Just don't get Tags excited, he's already hopped up on half a dozen uppers and I don't want to have to put down another one of his "pets".

>>48111046
Understood, Ma'am! I'll assemble a team to track them down on planet.

>Once he's made a hundred percent sure that his Vox is off and there's no way dor her to hear him, he'd mutter something under his breath.

Bitch....

>He'd then turn his attention to what's left of the loyalist forces.

Alrighty ladies and gents! Our favourite Throne agent Anna has ordered us down to the planet to track down and eliminate the traitors that have escaped the ship! So gear up and get ready for a combat drop!

>>48111142
>He turns around. Confused.

How much time we're talking about? There are no recent records of missing brothers anywhere

>>48111095
>>48111132
That order includes the both of you ladies! I need all hands on deck for this shit fest. What with most of the regiment dead from genestealers back on Tranch, and a bunch more turning rogue.

>>48111142
>She's sitting on a bed looking at a boltgun unharmed.

>>48111162
You´re rigth. It makes some people do the craziest things.
>Hasn´t actually done anything crazy yet, but will maybe soon.
>Settles down on the ground and sighs.
I´d be choosing relaxing over something exiting, thank you.

>>48111243
>Get´s up from the ground, cursing about her short relaxing time.
What order again, Sargeant?. Sorry, had other things on my mind.

>>48111045
The ork Warboss completely ignores the group of chaos space Marines. And instead makes his way up towards the cockpit. wanting to be ready to fire the first shots as a moments notice.

>He starts mashing some of the buttons on-board at random. Trying to turn the weapons platform on.

>>48111229
The Divinus Ultor My Lord, a Gloriana-Class Battleship, which were commonly used to fill the roll of Battle Barges or Flagships during the Great Crusade, as you know, she was under the command of the Imperial Fists sir, and disappeared during Warp Transit somewhere in......M32? I cannot remember the exact date.

>>48111247
>Alice looks between LIX Leonidas, confused about the Bolter.

>>48111170
>He's listening to his radio
I have good news sir, one group of mutineers forgot to switch channels on their Comm links.

>>48111328
it has resurfaced?!

>>48111277
Some of those traitor bastards managed to escape using a couple of the ships Valkyrie gunships, and we're heading down to deal with them.

Thankfully those morons left the IFF tags unchanged so we can still track them for a little while. So get geared up and ready! You can relax and make amends when you go to meet the Emperor!

>>48111332
I'd heard about it already Corporal! But thanks for letting me know.

Now gear up and let's go! Who knows how long we have until that metal bastard decides to start firing at us!

>>48111302
>On the meantime, Depherion's adjusting the warpstone into a set of generators...

And this carefully place here and,,,

It should be ready to power up a few shots if we let enough time for it to loa-

>The right gun fires due to the button mash of the Ork.

>It shoots a Cyanish energy shot bigger than a few buildings towards the sea, the resulting explosion can easily be seen from orbit.

... B'Ork didn't I tell you to wait until it was ready?!

>>48111371
I don´t want to meet the emperor.
>Promptly tries to save face.
Not yet, I mean.
>Starts to head down.

>>48111352
>Alice nods.
Along with a sizable complement of the crew, non-Astartes as well as your Brothers.
I can't currently say -where- the ship is, While the Gellar Fields never flickered or faltered, the Inquisition is somewhat justified in it's paranoia, so they are screening the ship -thoroughly-, but I can thankfully say that the Crew, both Astartes and unaugmented humans are free of the taint and can be found on Praetoria My Lord.
We would have returned them to your Headquarters already but.....well it's not exactly static, so.....

>>48111418
>The Orks voice sounds saddened by this as he responds back

Sorr'eh boss... Oimz just so excited to be shootin' sucha big gun and causing big explosions tah happen again!

> The ork notices a flashing red light.
>Unbeknownst to him, it would be signalling incoming traitor Valkyries inbound upon this position.

Ugh... boss! Wez gotz us a problem! Onnah dah lights is flashin' and der' something on da monitahs!

>>48111450
You have my thanks, young interrogator... once my brothers and I are done with our business here we, ourselves, will come to pick them up on Praetoria. We might see each other again soon, hopefully with a rogue inquisitor less on this galaxy.

>>48111503
>Seeing the Valkyries on the sky.
Don't worry about the light...

Hmph... the spoiled jackals return to eat from the hand that gives them their food.

They have outlived their function, but they might as well still serve Malal...

>>48111450
>inside the small office beside the hanger, Ron sits with a vox in his hand
Alright, update. Let's see, we've got that Warpsmith starting a fucking riot and going planetside... The Amelia kid is still disturbing... Oh, Anna is pointing guns again, and preventing proper investigation of alleged heresy. Guess who that is. 3, 2, 1, beep. It's Miranda. I saw a severed arm, and Sergeant Malak... Ordenius was very distressed. Mot stepped in, and almost got shot for his trouble. What else? Mh, Tags is starting to engage with the unit now. He hasn't said much directly to them, but he seems to like them well enough. He was ecstatic when he got to test out the new Sentinel. Think he pissed off the captain though. Hope that doesn't bite me in the ass. Other than that, things are normal. Everyone's on edge, and we're getting ready to go after Depherion. Trooper Hawthorne has a crush on... Larrs. Not the most wholesome guy, especially for someone so sheltered. Most likely just the old "bad-boy" phase.
>Sighing, Ron then let's go of the talk-key and runs a hand through his hair and starts talking to himself
Is it normal for acolytes to be left to operate alone like this? I get she needs eyes-on, but still.

>>48111427
>He'd simply shrug at this. Before moving to enter one of the awaiting Valkyries.

Just hurry up alright? We don't have much time to waste.

Eisen! You anf the others almost ready yet?

>>48111560
>Enters the same valkyrie.
You don´t need to tell me. I´m rigth behind you.

>>48111554
...So'z I shouldn't fires the big Dakka at dem yet?

Well 'owz about da 'umies ships in orbit? Can I fires, at dem now?

>>48111560
>Is Carrying a box full of Melta Charges and giving them away.
I'm not taking any chances when a Warpsmith is involved, I want Melta charges for everyone. Other than that, ready.

>>48111641
A non charged shot will only affect their void shield lightly. If you want the "Big an' Proppa" Explosion you need to wait until the main cannon charges with the warpstone's power.

>>48111658
Eisen.... have I told you recently that I'm loving the change in the way you think?

>He gratefully takes as many as possible. Before flashing the trooper a brotherly smile. Before going and taking a seat.

Because you're starting to act and think a lot like me these days.

>>48111688
Jus' lemme know when I can smash da 'umie gitz with all the proppa Dakka this f'ing has!

>>48111714
They say bad influences are contagious, Sarge.

>Did he just joke?

>>48111780
>It would take him a moment to recognize the troopers joke. At which point he would burst out laughing.

Well then I'm happy to be one Corporal! Now shit your ass down and saddle up! Things are about to get bumpy!

>The NCO comms the pilot, letting him and the others know they're ready for take off.

>The rest of the dropships report in, before flying full throttle out of the hanger bay and towards the planet below.

>>48111688
>laying out the tarots in her own room
You can't hide from my sight.
>she switches and matches the cards and their positions, blood running from her nose and ears as the air around her trembles
Reveal yourself, Depherion.
>>48111714
>>48111780
>anna runs to them, soaked in blood and grinning like crazed
Wait!

>>48111504
As long as the operations on Cadia don't take too long, I should be on Praetoria in time for your arrival.....

>>48111559
>Alice pauses as she receives a Vox from the Astropath, telling her of Ron's update.
Excuse me My Lord, my comrades require my attention. Oh and....I know not what words you exchanged, but should you ever need anything, House Wellesley will be willing to aid you.
>With that, Alice ducks into the quarters and hurries to her desk.
"The Warpsmith is still there? You know, I'm not even surprised about that....Anna is doin- Not surprised about all the trouble relating to her.
Um....I.....don't actually know who Tags is, but it sounds good that he's intergrating. And if he's testing a 'new' Sentinel.......that can only be good, maybe a Techpriest open to new ideas.....
And don't worry, I'll smooth things over with the Captain. As for the other things....I really expected that to be the case.
Oh and do you wish assistance dealing with the Warpsmith? I can requisition a Company of Stormtroopers to your service? Or maybe some armour?
>Alice finishes the call and instructs the Astropath to send it.

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>>48111757
It will just be a moment...
>Enters the Warhound Titan's head, a harness inmediately wraps it's claws around his chest and elevates him from ground level.

These things were designed to be piloted by at least 3 men...

>He cracks his bionic fingers, a loud mechanical whirr coming out from the action.

>He then uses both his claw shaped feet, his hands and all his mechadentrides to pilot different systems on the titan at once as well as the platform controls, leaving B'Ork control over the main cannon.

Alright 90º to the right...

>The platform the titan's on rotates due to it being unable to move in it's current state.

45º up...

>The engines roar as the gears full of oxyde rotate, the titan begins to orientate, facing upwards.

A bit more to the left...

>The platform rotates again, leaving the main gun aimed to the ship next to Greely's.

B'Ork, whenever you want, press the big red button for fireworks.

>>48111871
Aw crap... did we just-?

>He'd sigh at the sight of Anna being left behind as the Valkyries make their way towards the planet at top speed.

Yeah... we just left her behind didn't we... crap!

>>48111960
>voxes him
You fuck! Go back, go back! It is a trap!

>>48111980
I'd trust a divination psyker's word, sir.

>>48111947
THe ork slams his powahclaw fist down as hard as he could upon the "big red button" before him. Letting loose a volley of firepower shoot forth from the Titans armaments the likes of which he'd never seen before.

what armaments does ours have anyways?

>>48111137
I'm here now.

>>48111980
>>48112017
>>48112031
Oh shit...!
Evasive maneuvers pilot! Now!!!

>The pilot spots the incoming salvo from a distance and makes a hard left out of the way in an attempt to avoid it.

>>48112017
>>48112088
Order all ships back! Fuck...
> voxes the ship's artillery
Get ready for an orbital strike.

>>48111937
>Ron is standing in front of a screen, listening to the messenger recite Alice's response. He doesn't take his eyes off the titan that takes up the entire monitor.
Stormtroopers? Armour? You got a Primarch lying around? Because-

>the titan fires
-because I'd like to request their assistance. Situation's escalated. There's a titan on Gospyria. I'm going to consult the Captain. Laroque out.

>>48112031
An overcharged By warpstone Two-Barrelled Turbo-Laser Destructor as main gun and a Vulcan Mega Bolter as a secondary weapon.

>A cyanish laser bigger than what it should actually be is fired from the Titan's main gun and goes through an entire battleship of the battlegroup that was standing next to Greely's, making it explode instantly.

Hahahaha that's right!

Now we have to wait 10 minutes for the gun to cool down and half an hour to charge another shot.

>>48112031
>The ork just stares in wonderment at the explosion that appears in the sky above. His mouth drooling at the corners from the mere sight of it.

NOW DATS TRUE AN' PROPPA DAKKA!!!

>>48112185
>Ron turns away from the screen, and yells at Tags to get to a lifepod. After making sure Tags understood, Ron makes his way to the bridge.

>>48112185
>He gazes out the cockpits view screen in silence as he watches thousands of lives be instantly extinguished at the hands of the chaos Titans blast.

Emperor help us... Emperor help us all...

>He gives a quick prayer to those lost before ordering the pilot to return back to the Herald.

>>48112259
Acolyte?

>>48112185
>>48112266
>>48112279

Good. They are coming back. Admiral! I want this ship to blast the fuck out of them! I require an orbital bombardment on the titan's position!

>>48112279
Vice-Admiral, that's a fucking titan. Can you kill it?

>>48112266
>He slouches back his seat before looking over towards Eisen. His eyes emptying of everything save for despair as he manages to mumble out...

H-how many...?

>>48112162
There's WHAT on Gospyria?!

>Alice quickly changes the Vox Frequency to that of Inquisitor Crawn.
"My Lord, there is what I believe to be a Titan controlled by Chaos on Gospyria! We must head their immediately!"
>"Are you certain Interrogator?"
"One hundred percent My Lord. It was a trusted source that informed me of it's presence."
>"Very well, we will head there immediately."

>The comms are cut and the ship leaves dock once the Imperial Fist has left the vessel, before heading into the Warp, bound for Gospyria.

Sam, we've got to get to work, but until the ship arrives.....I do believe you have a job to do, eh?
And.....why do you have that Bolter?

>>48112315
>>48112307
Patrol Group Hephaestus is equipped to bombard the planet from orbit. I have never encountered a target quite like this, however, so it is uncertain what amount of damage this would do.

>>48112364
>Ron considers this for a moment
How accurate can you be? Are we talking meters or kilometers?

>>48112364
>>48112390

Thenit is time to find out.
>here eyes go blue again
In 9.32 minutes, it is going to destroy this ship with another hit, it will pierce the hull and leave no survivors.
We firing, then?

>>48112390
>>48112402
>a moment passes
It seems that something is disrupting the ship's scanners. Otherwise the titan would already be dead in the water, so to speak.

>>48112335
>She gives it to Alice.
He said "make it look good."

>>48112402
>>48112422
>Ron looks at the Captain, then speaks
It's too risky if the scanners are off. We could wind up hitting the ground forces. Worse, we could hit something important to the Necrons and start a war. I say no.

>>48112328
>The two remaining Valkyries(one of them didn't make it out of range in time) proceed to land in the hanger they had only moments ago left from.

>The look upon the sergeants face is one of anger and despair. And his light blue eyes appear to be devoid of their usual life.
>He proceeds to slouch himself against a metal bulkhead. His eyes staring past everything in the room.