Inquisitorial Penal Regiment /tg/: Dangers of the Trade Edition

>After a horrible ork fungus beer induced hangover the regiment's survivng troops, along with the survivors of the destroyed ship get dragged off or channeled to the docking area of the ork battle ship, in those halls is a handfull of imperial valkyres in a decent-ish condition to be driven by non-ork pilots
>With the regiment gathered in the docking halls, the only thing remaining is to wait for Kap'n Bigteef Dakkalord to break warp ravel and send the humans on their way, whenever that may happen

>untill then the imperials can keep busy by counting their losses and kicking around thieving snotlings

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>>49057683
>scoots around in a looted wheelchair untill cybernetic surgery is avalible to fix his..everything

>Mot is leaning against a crate strumming his guitar.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f-vBPbuzQkc

>>49057683
the first post meant that the survivors had already been dropped off on a planet... does nobody ever read the first post?

>>49057683
"Ahhh gods i needed that...Good morning you miserable creatures!"
>He kicks Raeg's limp head

>>49057693
by the way, I'm trying to get into the chat, but I've never used discord before. I've made an account, and downloaded the app for my phone, but I can't enter in

>>49057758
if you've made an account, using the invite (https://discord.gg/dQasJ) should work... I'll look into it

>>49057725
>scoots over to him in the looted wheelchair, using his less broken arm

Hello there, we havent talked before, i am Peepers, you may remember me from the fight with the chaos champion, i got set on fire

>>49057744
Shit, sorry

>>49057780
>shakes his hand
Mot, I'm just the entertainment, I was distracting the chaos champion with music, don't ask.
>he would smirk, thinking back on the event.

>>49057744
>>49057780
The ork ship could easily be hovering over a planet with the imperial crew sending the signal.

>Stomps into the room

Oi, humie boss !?

>The ship orbits an imperial planet, which looks very cold and white, but has dark spots all over its surface, showing life is present on the planet

>>49057867
I'm pretty sure they wouldn't have responded if another ship was in system.

>>49057829
"Mot...that name sounds familiar...were you friends with tin ma-Kerg?"

>>49057901
but I'll instead agree that the message was sent AFTER we're dropped off on planet. Say a day later?

>>49057893
>is sitting reading through some papers, probably reports from the various surviving officers. Ron looks up when Bigtoof speaks.
Hmm?

>>49057909
>laughs
he hated me.

>>49057948
So...you heard about his...passing?

>>49057948
He didn't hate you as much as you think he did Not.
>He'd flash a small grin as he hands the man a dataslate.

Check it out...

>>49057932
Dis ere planet is humie.
Yer kan uze me shipz ta fly dere, i got mo den enuff skrap from da fleet ta kom-pen-sate

Roight, now get off me ship, and if ya ever need me, juss yell "WAAARGH" in dis ere direktion of spess

>he points at the map with his gun hand

Roght, load ye boyz and fly away

>he makes a gesture to the stolen valkyres

>>49057961
>looks up at the man and sighs
yeah I did, damn shame, may he find peace with the Emperor and his family.

>>49057932
>A tall man and a even bigger ogryn enter the room
>the tall man sees the Khorne berserker's corpse
"That one will do nicely"
>The ogryn goes to pick it up

>>49057984
>raisiing an eyebrow Mot would take the dataslate and look at it,
what's this?

>>49057990
>Ron nods to the Ork
Thank you for your accommodation, Kap'n.

>>49058000
>Ron turns to the strange pair
I'm sorry, but that corpse is property of the Emperor's Inquisition. I had intended to give it to this Ork as a gift for his hospitality, on behalf of my Inquisitor.
>Ron smiles
So don't fucking touch it.

>>49057990
Throne these valks are hardly in condition to fly!


...


Challenge accepted.

>>49058046
Naw, fank you

>he grins, thinking about all the fun they had with the mutiny and party and all

>>49058053
Not me problem

>He leaves the room, along with his nob retuine

>>49058039
A recording I took a few moments before the tinman died.
>He'd press the play button upon the device.
>A few seconds later, a hastily shot video would play of Eisen playing your guitar.
>It would end moments later.

See?

>>49058046
"Apologies, Sir Acolyte. Introductions are in order."
>He bows
"I am lt.95, servant to the Inquisitor Moxos"
"This is Gazbah"
>he points at the ork

>>49058072
>Mutters "bloody Greenskins looting everything..." as she moves to check the engines of one of the Valks.

>scoots around on the looted wheelchair, beating snotlings away from the food rations with a long wooden stick

>>49058099
seriously! Does nobody read the fucking first post anymore!?! I'd already had a way for the regiment to escape the planet T_T

>>49058126
I read it. I'm just braindead and didn't understand.Sorry.

>>49058090
>he'd smile up at Malak and hand back the dataslate.
well that's where my guitar went, still doesn't explin the burn marks on it.

>>49058099
>Ron nods his head towards the pair
Name's Ron Laroque, my master is one Inquisitor Wellesley.
>he folds up the papers he was reading, and puts them in his pocket

>>49058126
Ron is still on the Ork ship finishing up his stuff.

>>49058147
Uhm-...
>Intense flashback of Eisen quite literally exploding after charging a bunch of Orks on the ship.

... it's better not to know...

>>49058159
"Now sir Acolyte, do understand my position. Without proper nutrition, IE the heretic's flesh...I shall die"

>As Kane
"Who the fuck are they tin man number 2?"

Well... Good news and bad news.

Good news is that the Valks will fly. Bad news is that not for long.

>>49058251
Will we survive untill we reach planetside?

>>49058203
>Ron tilts his head sideways
Cannibalism, eh? Can't say that's gonna happen on my watch. Would be a stain on my already bloodsoaked record, and I don't think Alan would be happy with me.

>To Kane
Apparently, Inquisitorial agents. Like me.

>>49058262
Possibly. I still have to pilot a bird that won't reach destination.

>>49058193
right, well at least I have my guitar back, I tend to loose my cool without it.
>>49058251
so I'm guessing that means we'll be landing on the planet below?

>>49058251
So? Just bring down what's left of the crew from that blasted Ork mess as quickly as you can!

>He'd say this between clenched and shivering teeth, as he attempts to keep warm from the planets cold and harsh environment.

In the mean time, the rest of us will set up base camp, and get that beacon working... hopefully some ship will hear it and drop in...FORESHADOW!

>>49058291
>needs asistance going up the transport ramp, struggling and cursing as he tries to ascend with little to no progress

>>49058292
It will possibly be a harsh landing, but it will make it.

>>49058326
>Helps him up.
Man you're a mess of wounds, are you sure you wish to board this transport? It's going to be bumpy ride.

>>49057617
Theta Gamma to Fable of the Warp, this is vice-admiral Sternbridge of battlefleet Ultima. I must gain passage to Kar Duniash as soon as possible. Do you happen to be headed that way?
>a bird squawking can be heard in the background

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>>49058275
"If i had...Inquisitorial permission-would it change your mind?"
>His iron mask sends chills down Kane's spine
>There's a tube leading from his neck to a metal box on his waist
>He hands him the handwritten permission with the stamp of the Inquisiton
>As Kane
"Oh great, two living tin men"

>>49058347
Il buckle my belt, lets get away from theese blasted xenos and to the nearest hospital, i need new arms

>moves his butt to a seat and straps in

>>49058356
>Ron reads the strange document
Who was this cleared by?

>>49058367
Alright then...

Last call, everyone on board for pñanet fall!

>She'd tap her comms.
>>49058307
This is bird Oh One we're going to transport the last batch down to the surface, the valks left are in quite a bad shape, expect harsh landing over.

>>49058401
Planetfall*

>>49058401
>They board the ship(s), along with all the equippment and supplies, all of the non-characters are onboard will all the gear

>>49058399
"Ordo Hereticus...I hapen to be...their personal project."
>His metallic voice resonates within the room

>>49058351
>There would be a a rather long pause before the officer replied.

Understood "Admiral Sternbridge". We'll be there in approximately three hours.

so we're in agreeance that this chat is happening a day later right? After the regiment has been dropped off on the ice ball.

>is planetside checking over her bolter.

>>49058454
shipping the last batch

>>49058441
>>49058399
>yells
Get onboard, you can chat later!

>>49058441
>Ron frowns, and takes a step back
Lord-Inquisitor Wellesley is Ordo Malleus. He wouldn't want me to allow you to do something like this, so you're gonna have to find something else to eat, or starve.

>>49058487
"I'M COMING I'M COMING"
>he shoves 95 out of his way
>95
"Ugh...degenerate. As you wish, Sir Acolyte...we will take one of the dead men."

>>49058544
NO, YOU STAY AWAY HERETIC, GO PILOT GO!

>>49058436
>>49058553

Alright then. Seatbelts on and reminder that no eating or drinking allowed inside the ship, I don't want a second Meridian incident.

>Moments later the ships take off, heading for the camp.

>One of them's left engine explodes and crash lands next to the camp, luckily with no casualties.

Hell... How do the Orks manage to even pilot these things after modifying them?

>She manages to land on the camp as the right rotor overheats and burns out a small fire just a minute after landing.

Fuck... Need some wet towels on that rotor.

>>49058553
>He grabs the ship by a part and clenches to it
"YOU'RE NOT GETTING RID OF ME YOU BURNT FUCK"

>>49058578

>>49058555
>crawls out of the transporter

By the emperor, what a fall
>>49058578
>turns his head and looks at Kane
ah, tits
>throws a snowball at him

>>49058597
"You look like you could have used some snow yourself, darling"

>>49058555
>Malak would let out a sigh of relief, not only about not having been crushed by the crash, but for the intense heat that the fiery wreckage was giving off.

It still beats the cold out here...

>Having managed to warm up slightly. Malak would get to work, on assembling the emergency distress beacon.

I really hope this thing picks up an allied ship, and not some other xeno or chaos hulk...

>>49058578
enjoy atmospheric reentry!

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>49058597
>>49058612
Stop playing and help me with this fire, love-birds!
>She's trying to put it off with some wet towels.

>>49058612
>>49058555
>>49058457
>>49058620

>Wheelchairs trough the snow and eventualy reaches the regiment's camp along with the other guardsmen from the wreckgage, carrying the supplies with them

>>49058620
"Me's likes the cold, me's think it feels good after burning"
>he's covered in fire
"Do you want to sees me dance?"

>>49058658
Uhhhh....

>He'd actually be speechless about the (Ogryns?) Lack of pain

Now I understand why Ron drinks so much...

>>49058692
"Izzat a yes?! YAAY! ME'S LOVE WHEN PEOPLES SEES ME DANCE"

>>49058692
Sir, shouldn't we try to contact the locals, just to get shelter for start?

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>>49058692
Captain... Ordenius, right?

Any word of the medicae? Are the other Navy survivors in shape to fly or am I still the only one avaliable here?

>Removing her helmet she just happens to be the woman who gave You, Ron and Sternbridge each's respective reports.

Also I need a new ship, that valkyre is pretty much scraps now.

>finds a place where he wont freeze to death and goes to take a nap

brb

>>49058752
>Without looking up from the partially assembled distress beacon.

Hey, if you want to freeze to death, than go ahead.
>He'd cry out in pain as his hand recieves a minor electrical shock, before hoibg back to work.
But as far as I can tell. This place is an Ice ball through and through.

>>49058767
>Ron is walking by when she says she needs a new ship, and briefly stops and pulls out a piece of paper
Submit this form to the Elysian pilots. I hope you like Valkyries, because that's all it'll get you.
>Ron walks away quickly

So if I understand correctly, we are aboard the Ork/our vessel, in the system of Detrocles, and awaiting for pick up?

>>49058836
We just left the Ork ship, now we're all on the surface

>>49058796
>Prepares his dancing position
>95 stops him
"Gazbah, dearest, not now. We have work to do."
"AWWww...allzright boss"
>95 looks at Malak
"I apologize, he gets excited sometimes...and you might be?"

>>49058767
>He'd let out a sigh at the latest in a long line of distractions.
>He'd continue working on tue device, even as he talks.

As far as I know, you're the only one still operational.
>He'd attempt to grab a tool that was just out of reach.

And I don't think we have any other ships available.

>He'd begin to get annoyed by his failure to find the tool.

Dammit! Where is it?

>>49058808
Valks are nice. Our VTOLs tend to crash less often than our Cruisers with this regiment anyways.
>She takes the form

>>49058836
>we
no, most of us have left the Ork ship and are now on an ice ball Known as Detrocles. Where a soon to happen time skip will have the regiment picked up by an unknown rogue trader

>>49058867
>Reaches the tool for him and hands it over.

Well that's saddening, I expected to take some folks for a recon flight.

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Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>49058719
>Twirls his long, waxed mustache
"Well then, see if you are up to the challenge, my sizable friend!"

>Busts some moves
rolling for moves

>>49058880
Careful the Admiral doesn't hear you say that... otherwise you may end up as his personal punching bag.
>He'd still be a bit ticked off by the verbal error he had made when talking to the Admiral.

>>49058658

>>49058913
>>49058719
>Slips on the ice, and falls flat on his back
Damnable iceball!

>>49058913
"Youz dance great 'umie! But... I can't dance now..."

>>49058945
>helps him to his feet and smirks at him.
you alright there?

>>49058922
There is truth to that Captain, and i don't think the fact escapes the Admiral.

Anyways we really need to get going.

>>49058909
>He'd look up from his partially built beacon, and towards the pilot before him.
>He'd smile before taking the tool from her hand, and getting back to work.

Thanks... now would you mind holding the onto the beacons right here?

>He'd tap his finger against a side of the beacon.

>>49058857
>>49058978
"Ugh. How rude..."

>>49058957
"Aside from my pride as winner of the dance seventh annual dance competition on Romerus V, I am completely fine maam."

>>49058913
>Rubs his bruised backside
"That's okay big guy, maybe another day."

>>49058978
Like this?
>She'd hold the beacon as requested, continuing her talk.
>>49058922
Well the admiral is an honorable man, the mere idea of lying to a report sickens him.

The Ork fought well and his ship proved a challenge, I am sure he sees him as an admirable rival.

>Ron is sitting on a camping stool, smoking a lho stick. He pulls out the folded-up papers from his pocket, and starts going through them again. He is very bored.

>>49058992
AS 95-sorry

>>49058970
And where do you suggest we go? Its ice plans to the the north and west of us. And ice and snow to the east and south of us.
>He'd switch out the tool for another one, before continueing his work.
And last I checked, none of us can generate our own heat.

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>49058978
>Wakes up and stretches as far as he dares with his condition
>rolls up to the beacon and examines it as it is being built, figuring out if he could help with the construction

>>49059014
>peeks out from behind the ship
"Why hello there...and you might be?"

>>49059034
>>49059036

Oh, i know this design
>reaches forward and helps with the construction, finishing the beacon

>>49059034
If only Eisen is still with us. He'd try to torch every snowflake if i tell him they're heretics. I don't really wanna freeze to death here.

What are our chances of someone picking up the beacon?

>>49059052
>Looks up to the tall mechanism, which gives of a soft electrical humming, showing sure sign of being operational
"So what now? Do we dig in, while we wait for pickup? We should start soon then, we don't want to be caught by a storm."

>>49059012
well I'm sure you'll do better next time my good sir.
>she performs a curtsey and walks away.

>>49059046
Victoria Rider. Albeit everyone calls me Vic.

And... Don't even try anything funny, I've read the reports, I know where your allegiances lie at, heretic.

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>49059099
Hold up

>Checks if the locals have any signal

>>49059014
>He'd nod his head as she steadies the beacon.

Yeah, just like that!

>He'd then tight up the loose panel and it's accompanying parts.
>With this section done, he'd attempt to pull his head out from inside of the device. Only to hit his head hard on the way out.
>He'd curse loudly for a moment, before rubbing the back of his head.

Thanks... Now I can get to work on the other half.

And I completely agree with you. The Admiral his a very honourable man, and I completely respect him for both his courage, and his tactile brilliance. I just wished he'd lied to me so that I could feel better in knowing we hadn't lost all those men and women due to bad luck.

>>49059017
"Your men are quite impolite, Acolyte...you should teach them manners"
>>49059108
>As Kane
"Funny? I never try anything funny when it comes to lovemaking, darlin' "

>>49059124
>>49059127
I have a signal, sir, someone is on the planet

>>49059133
>he looks up
Fuck you.
>he looks back down

>>49059108
>Watches from the distance
*chukles* Heh, Pilot-Commissar Weird, 1-0

>>49059124
>>49059138
"What are they broadcasting"

Hmm... That should do it. Now we only need to repair the Warp Drive and we should be able to reach a world where we can properly repair the ship. It would be a shame to lose such a magnificent ship, after all.

>>49059138
"Nice work priest, you have quite a...magic touch"

>>49059036
>>49059052

>He'd gently smack away the troopers hand.

Back damn you!
>He'd say with a small smile.

I don't need an injured man helping me out when he should be resting. Especially when I'm almost done.

>>49059138
>stand behind Peepers
Any idea who or what it is?

>>49059127
>She holds a giggle out of respect when Malak hits his head.

I think you infravalorate the ork's skill. It isn't just luck on every encounter you know? We got cocky, and we lost.

>>49059085
Do you want the honest answer, or the "it's somewhat beliveable bullshit and gives us hope" answer?

>>49059099
We dig in, and pray we don't freeze to death.

>>49059151
I think that's just an old survey beacon signal... probably someone who found some kind of Ore.

>>49059201
We're both Imperial officers man, you know what i want.

We need to make a list of whom to shoot first once the supplies starts running low, or whose clothes are we gonna use for fuel for fires.

>>49059151
>>49059156
>>49059159
>>49059160

>Tunes in
This is Imperial penal regiment Tetha Gamma, anyone respond, over

...

>waits for response

>>49059201
did somebody say digging in with campfire songs?
>he's shaking and not from the cold.
>the smile on his face is near radiating.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjFaenf1T-Y
>he starts to play a duet with guardsman Kate who somehow is still alive after all these months.

>>49059151
>>49059133
>She'd raise an eyebrow at the statement.
You are a slaaneshi worshipper, everything is funny and enjoyable to you.
That's why I got to stablish dominance and do like a bad Koronian dog: put you on a short leash the moment I meet you.

>>49059178
>He'd rub the now growing bump on his head, sneering slightly at the look on the pilots face

Yeah, laugh it up while you can Missy. But unless I get this thing up and running, nobody's gonna find us out here.

>A moment later, he'd drop the sneer, and would flash a light hearted smile.

>>49059237
We hear ya, regiment.
Sensored showed ork signatures and we buggered off, opening gates now..

>The ground starts to rumble and suddenly a tower erupts from the ground a distance away from here, opening it's gates to a huge industrial elevator

>>49059256
No Mot just digging. And save your energy, you're gonna need it.

>>49059237
Isolate that signal Peeps!

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>49059201
"Aye-aye sir"

>Produces a regulated IG shovel, and walks around looking for a point to start

"That should do"
>Punches with his powerfist to crack the ground, then scrapes out the softened earth and ice rubble.
>Repeating again and again, starts to dig, a shelter.

>Looks up from his work
"Anyone who's not afraid of dirty work and has nothing better to do is free to help. Either with digging, or cutting cubes for an igloo."
>Gets back to his work

>>49059257
>>49059271
>>49059302
>>49059303

>points to the tower with it's gaping gate, with enough space on its elelvator platform to carry down a..well, a whole regiment, this is some erious tech

>>49059237
Give it up peepers. The fact that you even got a signal on this hunk of rock is lucky enough. But without this beacon, nobody in orbit is going to hear us. Not even that survey buoy.

Speaking of which, I should be done... now!
>He'd pull back from the device rather quickly, in order to watch it activate.
>A smile would cover his ice covered face as it turns on. Only for it to switch to a frown as it shuts off.
>He'd step forward, before giving the bulky device a swift kick to the side, before grabbing his foot in pain as it turns back on.

>>49059340
Sir, look!

>points to >>49059302

>>49059302
god dammit man! We've already got a way off! Just let me fucking time skip!

Which reminds me. Everyone ready for that time skip to the Fable of the Warp?

>>49059357
I'm ready.

>>49059357
What are we up to?

>>49059236
I'll reffrain of commenting on that course of action.
>>49059271
Hopefully it will be a friendly vesse-
>>49059340
You ok?!
>>49059302
>Is startled by this
I've seen enough slasher pict recordongs to know how this will go, we'll trust then, go in and they will end up being cannibals, I tell you.

>>49059357
I don't really have any objections against either going or staying

>>49059367
Shit.

>>49059370
read the original post... you'll understand

>>49059357
I am fine with either skipping or staying.

>>49059371
>>49059302

"I have to agree with Vic on this one, these people were fine before we arrived, and will be fine without us. That is all of course implying if they wouldn't be hostile. Because if they are, then to heck with them."

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>>49057617
>>49058351
>>49058454
>>49059340
>With the beacon sending out an automated distress signal. The regiment finds itself waiting only a day for a response from a passing rogue trader vessel.
>Not long afterwards, several transports are dispatched to pick up the survivors, and bring them aboard what would appear to be a well decorated Strike Cruiser, which was followed by another three smaller escort vessels around it.
>Waiting inside the Hanger would be a rather handsome looking young man, wearing exquisite clothing, and surrounded by several dozen armed men.
>He would stand at attention, with his hands placed behind his back. A stern look on his face as he watches the transports deploy their human cargo.

>>49059482
Yeah I say we wait for them to come out if they wanna talk.

>>49059557
It skipped. We are no longer on the planet

>>49059551
>wheelchairs up to the man and looks at him with his only good milky white eye

Hello there

>>49059551
Five thrones that Kane tries to flirt with him

>>49059551
>Ron steps out of his transport, smoothing out his clothing
Well then.

>As soon as Ron would be able to open his Inbox, it will contain a message, informing him to go to an Inquisitorial Facility to access his -other- Inbox.

>The second message would inform him to return Praetoria as soon as possible.
>The second message was written by Lord Inquisitor Wellesley.

>>49059551
>>49059581
"Why hello there gorgeous, your name is...?"

>>49059589
"Pfffft, that's not a bet, that's a foreshadowed fact."
"I bet that he'll be receptive to Commisar Weird's advances!"

>>49059551
>Sternbridge approaches the man and extends his arm for a handshake
Greetings. I am Vice-Admiral Caffran Sternbridge. I assume that you are in command of this vessel?

>>49059591
>exits the now empty ship after him smiling warmly at Ron she walks past him and greeets the Rogue trader.
>>49059551
our thanks to you for saving us.

>>49059625
5 thrones he shoots him.

>>49059650
"Deal!"

>>49059629
"Miss doctor, perhaps you could help me...if i do not get blood I will die...please..."
>He sounds weary

>>49059671
>raises an eyebrow and smirks at the man.
pull the other one.
toodle pip me old beans I'm off

>>49059671
"Why don't you just bite Commisar Weird? I hear he regenerates ridiculously."
>Mutters
"Although I can't tell why is he such a wuss then"

>>49059666
>She shakes your hand
You do realize that if he is not receptive but doesn't shoot him at first glance he can do it later and I still won necause i never said when right?
On the flip side for you, if he doesn't shoot him whilst we are here, nobody wins.

>Balances on two wheels as he waits for the rouge trader to respond

>>49059671
>>49059703
>Ron looks at them strangely for a moment, then seems to come to some sort of decision
That's actually a really good idea. Do it.

>>49059557
>>49059582
>>49059589
>>49059591
>>49059625

>As soon as regiment had stepped towards him, the guards around him would raise their weapons towards them. Killing intent in their eyes.
>But with a quick wave of his hand, the side would lower their weapons, but would eye the regiment cautiously. Intent on keeping the man who signs their paychecks alive and well.

My greetings to all of you, Men and woman of Inquisitorial Regiment, Theta Gamma. My name, is Marth Wyvern. Son of Grellius Wyvern, and Grandson of the famed Horatio Wyvern. And as you are all probably aware. I, am Rogue Trader.

>He would give the crowd before him, a rather charming smile, and courteous, yet over the top bow.

I welcome you all to my flagship, "Fable of the Warp"! Now, before I take a moment to introduce myself personally to each and everyone of you, I ask that I be properly introduced to the person in charge.

>>49059690
>Notices a solitary IG go into a secluded area
>Motions Gazbah to follow him and goes after the soldier

>>49059734
>Ron chuckles to himself
Which one? There's two of us.

>>49059734
>Points at the acolyte and looses balance, falling on his back, wheelchair flies off

>>49059712
"Pffff, yeahhh. But only if *HE* is the one who shoots him. He is a Rouge Trader! Those keep people to do this sort of things them."

>>49059734
"That would be me, darlin'...tell me...did ya ever have a real lover?"

>>49059753
Yeah they also keep very exotic guns that they'd love to try out just to see what color the bullet trail has if any.

>>49059734
>She'd propperly bow back and wait for either Ron or Malak r Sternbridge to step up.

>>49059734
>>49059752
>sits up
That would be Vice-admiral Sternbridge, and i am in need of medical assistance
if you hold the values of the emperor dear, i wish to ask you to aid me

>he says, sitting on the ground, broken, burned and with a caved-in head and squashed eye

>>49059753
"Now what are you whisperin' about?"
>He raises an eyebrow

>>49059742
Indeed.

>>49059628
>He would look upon the mans hand for a moment, before frowning and shaking his head.
Tsk tsk, my good man, tsk tsk.
>He would then embrace the man before him in a rather tight hug. Before, after having thoroughly crushed him for long enough, would back away. A large, and excited grin upon the rogue traders fave

My apologises about that Admiral, it's just that it's not often a man gets to meet his personal hero!

>>49059629
>He would take the sisters hand into his own, before giving it a small peck, and backing away.

You're indeed very welcome miss.

>>49059620
I shake you for the compliment, but I'd rather not touch one infused with the powers of Chaos like yourself...

>>49059808
>Is holding a laughter rather efficiently, but her mouth twists as she tries to hold it.

>>49059817
>>49059818
>Ron raises an eyebrow
Personal hero? Must be more popular than you let on, Caffran.

>>49059818
Uh, I'm sorry?

>>49059800
>>49059818

>hoists himself back into the wheelchair and awaits the Trader's decidion

>>49059790
"Hmmm, indeed a fair point. I guess we'll see.

>>49059808
"OH nothing Commisar, just do what you usually do!"

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>49059818
"Now what makes you think that? Relax honey i have a...warm touch"
>rolling for seduction

>>49059742
Why, the one by the name and rank if "Admiral Sternbridge" of course!

>>49059800
By the Throne itself! What has happened to you!?!
>The man would be shocked at the state of the trooper.

I shall have you immediately brought to a medicae at once!
>He'd then order two of the guards to bring him to the ships medicae.

>>49059777
Im honestly not comfortable with you, demon spawn....

>>49059790
>He'd take the pilots hand into his, before planting a small peck upon it, and flashing her a flirtatious smile.

It is a pleasure to meet you miss.

>>49059868
Ohohohohoh Prepare those thrones Maximilian!

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>49059880
>Undergoes cyborg surgery to save his life, with the extensive damage to the leg bones and internal organs, along with the brain damage and busted eye, he gets machinery transplanted into his body

>The quality of the transplants will be decided with this roll

>>49059899
Y-you can't know that! He could still use a sword! Fuck!

>>49059880
T-the pleasure is all m-mine mylord, I-I can tell we're all thankful you recieved our distress signal... But I am hardly a miss, j-just another pilot on service.

>Aboard the Herald...
Finally. Plasma Engine, Warp Drive, and main thrusters are ready for the jump. Nearest civilized worlds coordinates... Check. Gellar field... Low power, but it will manage.
>Takes the captain´s seat, scratching the scales that have appeared on his neck
Initiate Warp jump.

>>49059818
"*sigh* Fuck this..."
>sings an unholy chant
>a small portal appears under him
>daemonets pull him away
>immediately he plops back in a different portal

>>49059818
>>49059880
I haven't been a part of Captain Gheron's retinue for years... are you saying that I have fans?

>>49059837
You are Admiral Caffern Sternbridge, are you not? Famed Tactician, and saviour of the great Waterford crusade? A crusade, mind you, that would have ended in utter disaster had it not been for you.
>The man would have a look upon his face, like that of a child getting to shake the hand if his favourite superhero.

I've read everything I could about you! You're tactical brilliance rivals that of even Creed himself, when it comes to space combat!

>>49059868
>The man would have a look of utter disgust upon his face (you're now unable to EVER make seduction/persuasion checks of any kind against him)

>>49059957
May I recommend using the seatbelt in case the Gellar Field doesn't hold?

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>>49059914
>We can rebuild him, we have the technology

>The private goes under surgery, changing his appearance forever in effort to save his life
>he got prietty decent above-average tech

>>49060007
I doubt that will be necessary, but for you, my friend, I will make an exception.
>fastens seatbelt

>>49059835
Personal hero is quite an understatement my good man! Indeed it is!

>>49059955
There's no need to be like that my good miss, no need for it indeed! And not only are you quite the beauty, but a pilot as well? My, my, my!
>You're not axtually quite sure if he's flirting with you, or is just like this for everybody.

>>49059993
Why of course you do! Your actions and tactics are quite familiar to me Admiral! C-could I bother to call you Caffern by any chance? I-I won't if you tell me I can't!
>The man would obviously be quite exicted to just be in the same room and TALKING with you, if the look on his face is any indication.

>>49059996
Ah, Waterford. Nasty business, that.

>He appears out of the shadows, seemingly full of life
"Sir Acolyte, i must beg your bidding, for i come here with a task"

>>49060109
Ah I-I... T-thank you...?
>She's blushing. She bows and moves to check on the ships on the hangar.

>>49060110
Indeed it was Admiral, indeed it was!
>He'd flash the man a rather large smile.

I heard all about it, back when I was a cadet for the Navy! The teachers talked about it for WEEKS afterwards!

>>49060130
>Ron looks at 95, wondering why he's so chipper
What is it?

>>49060188
Indeed? Did you know that I never had formal training?

>>49060109
>He looks at him closely.
"Wait. By the gods i remember you! Little Marty! By the gods you have grown!"

>>49060110
Please, I absolutely INSIST that you and your officers join me this evening for dinner! And I won't take no for an answer!

>>49060236
Oh, I'd be glad to!
>he flashes a 'help me' look to Ron

>>49060220
Indeed I did! I had my father look up everything he could find about you afterwards!

>He would be acting almost like kid in a candy store at this point.

>>49060194
"My task-given to me by my peers-is to find and apprehend the Adept Callidon Novus. Do you know where i could find him?"

>>49060231
>Wipes his forehead with his handkerchief, as he sees he is getting closer and closer to loosing the bet

>>49060236
>>49060249
>Ron is barely holding in his laughter
Sounds great. But we really should discuss where we need to go over our meal.

>The Herald jumps into the warp, only to re-emerge above a small forge-world
Now... To resupply and reconfigure the ship. I have no use for the weapons, but cargo, on the other hand...

>>49060264
>Luckily for him, Vic is now busy admiring aircraft stored in the hangar.
>Or is she?
>She turns her glare at the scene Kane is doing and grins evily woth a shadow falling over the features of her face.

>>49060261
>Ron blinks
He's not here. He's not anywhere, as far as I know.

>>49060174
>>49060188
>>49060194
>>49060220
>>49060231

>Walks in trough the door and takes a seat

>half of his face, neck and torso is mechanical, he has a new bionic eye, along with a new arm that was crushed beyond saving, inside his torso is a plastic casing holding his organs inside his body and his legs are metal below the knees, thanks to the crushing effect of an ork clobbering

>he is a bit taller than before
>He does not even look human anymore, half metal, half burned mangled skin, still weaing the emperor's talisman

So... what did i miss? >>49060040

>>49060289
Do you require assistance?

>>49060040
>Yells behind the observation glass wall
You only needed a limb replacement you dumb git!

>>49060295
"Woah, private, what happened to you? You are technically... shining!"

>>49060269
> He'd turn to the Acolyte, with a child like grin on his face.

Of course, of course! Don't you worry your Inquisitorial head about it! I've already got ship headed towards Sternbridge's destination!

>>49060231
>Despite the smile he'd be flashing the Acolyte. Marth would have his hand placed just above the grip of some kind of pistol.
>His fingers nervously twitching directly above it.

>>49060316
Oh, yes. I need a new suit, something with a high collar.

>>49060295
Wow...

That must be the most expensive bionics I've seen so far.

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>follows close behind
Don't put too much strain on yourself, alright?
>a servitor painted bright blue tails Ambrose
If you do, there might be complications. Call for me if you need anything else.

>>49060352
meant for
>>49060295

>>49060324
My head was caved in and my legs were more goo than legs

>>49060335
I got surgery, i hope i dont look too bad

>>49060352
Thank you doctor
>bows his head in respect

>>49060345
And thank you the most, sir Wyvern, you have saved my life

>>49060345
"I worked for your father-before all of this of course!"
>he chuckles
"How is the old man? Haven't seen him...since the git left me on a Slaanesh infested hiveworld..."

>>49060324
Oh relax! Let the boy have some fun! After all, "boys and their toys", am I right?

>>49060335
Hmm... he was supposed to have been gold plated... I was sure that's what I told them to do.... I'll have to have that remedied before we arrive.

>>49060290
Enjoying the sight of my transports are we?
>He'd flash the woman a smile.
When we drop out of the Warp, feel free to take one for a spin. It should be the most comfortable ride of your life!

>>49060373
>has already forgotten Peepers exists

ROBERT!
>the skeletal servitor looks at Ambrose
We need more bodies. Can't work without bodies. Remember last time we tried to work without bodies? Can't go back to Terra for at least another hundred years.
>Robert does not respond
Of course I don't miss it. Haven't in ten thousand years.

>>49060418
>rushes past Marth
You kids need to make less noise! How can I work like this?!

>Is in a very good mood, smiling and curling his mechanical toes

>Is doing an obstacle course on Praetoria.
>Under a new guise... Under a new life.
>Feels nice to not habe to worry about the temple coming for her, albeit she knows they'll be watching around for clues, she has to ne careful.
>With her mind lost on her thoughts she didn't notice she's left the other recruits waaaay behind on the obstacle course.
Oh damn...
>Tone it down Delt- Sammy, you're not an assassin in this new life.
>Relaxes her rythm. She still goes way ahead over the group, but not as much as before.

>>49060348
Again, they were supposed to be gold plated... and I'm hopeing they actually installed the plasma cannon into his left arm, like I asked...

>>49060352
Ah, Ambrose! You finally have decided to show up and meet our guests! It took you long enough!

Everyone! I'd like to introduce you all to Ambrose Tarden, my ships head techpriest, and doctor! He was taught at one of the most prestigious schools on holy Terra itself!

>>49060373
Please, sir Wyvern is my father. You may all call me, Marth!

>>49060388
>Those fingers would be right on top of the pistols grip.

>>49060437
"Did you say...bodies? Tell me...where...do you keep them?"

>>49060418
R-really?!

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>49060507
Oh, so that's the glowing thing
>points the arm up and tries to activate the plasma cannon

>>49060437
Ambrose! These people are our guest! How dare you! If it weren't for what a good doctor you are, I would have vented your senile ass out the Airlock when I inherited this ship!

>>49060418
I guess. Though he is gonna rather hard to repair the next time he gets dinged up.

>>49060373
Whiner. All you needed was a ceramic skull replacement and prosthetics. We used to have a guy with two legs replaced and he was one of the best in the regiment.

>>49060507
"In fact...i gave you the gun you're about to shoot me with!"
>He gives a friendly smile
"Wait...what?"

>>49060507
>he's leaving the room, ever followed by his bright-blue servant
Don't introduce me while I'm trying to leave, boy! I have people to stitch together!

>>49060513
>Ambrose gets very, very close to 95
Yes, dozens. Do you need a new appendage? I am very, very good at what I do, sir. Have been for...
>he clears his throat
A long time.

>>49060542
>he points his claw-like finger at Marth
I only stay because you people leave behind so many bodies!

Have to re-size a design and pick out new parts, fun times ahead. Just want you to know I'm trying to keep my hand in.

>>49060576
I only need blood...fresh, prefferably...
Also their might be a body waiting for you in the men's room...

>>49060554
Werent you there when i and nob Skrappa-Lobba had a melee duel?

He beat the hell out of me, after i got the hell beaten out of me when i was leading a revolt within the ship

twice the beating!

>>49060513
Please don't.... they're for research purposes ONLY!

>>49060525
Indeed "Really". I'll have the ships regular pilot alerted when I have a free moment.

>>49060612
>the old man thinks very hard for a moment
Fresh, eh? I have fresh. It's not cheap, though.
>he leans in closer, and is practically touching 95 when he whispers
Vampires don't get a discount.

>>49060622
>She points at the most exotic ship she can find, be it alien or human with extreme conviction and admiration.
That one. If possible, I'll take that beauty for a flight.

>>49060558
>It was at that exact moment that the rogue trader would pull forth a gold plated bolt pistol, before emptying the entire clip of exposures rounds into him, before placing the gun back in its holster and acting like nothing had ever happened.

Now then...

>>49060576
It doesn't hurt that I also give you all the funding you require for your "projects", now does it.
>He'd be saying that if you don't stick around, he'll cut off your funding. For the next month most likely.

>Sighs, and waits patiently got the others tire of standing around, and finally get to that banquet.

>>49060654
Of course miss! I'll have the launch codes brought to you personally!

>>49060637
"Not even a tortured soul, modified by cold...inquisitorial...hands?"
>he closes in
"Helping an...assistant of the Inquisition could bring you profit...kind...sir..."

>>49060675
>>49060654
>Looks over at the Pilot, defeated.
>Then looks up to the ceiling with an audible sigh, and reaches into his pocket.
>Hands over 5 thrones into the waiting hand of the woman
'Not, a, word."

>>49060536
>Shoots the ceiling with the plasma cannon, leaving a glowing hole

...

>deactivates the plasma cannon

>>49060675
>Robert turns himself towards Marth, then back to Ambrose. Ambrose sighs
I know, I know. But we did fine witho-
>Ambrose gets really annoyed, seemingly with the silent servitor
Fine. I'll be around. If it'll make you happy.

>>49060719
>Ambrose crosses his arms
You pay me coin or I walk. I only do charity work for servitors.

>>49060722
You can keep them, man.
>>49060702
This attentive gentleman is offering a much sweeter prize.

>>49060740
Just be sure to have a smile on your face!
>He'd flash the ships "Grumpy old Grandpa" a pleasant smile, that you know is his "smug" look.

>>49060499
>Arthur is watching over the training of new recruits.
>He is also 'looking for a replacement' for his Sister's retinue, 'since she can't bring herself to do it yet'.
>As he's conversing with the Drill Instructor, Arthur spies the disguised LIX.

Hrmh, Richard, what about....her.
>"Recruit Cromwell? Decent sort, pretty good for a raw recruit. Shooting range is up next if you want to oversee that as well sir?"
Make it so Richard.

>And so the training would continue to Weapons Training.

>>49060755
"Just hold onto them. I'll win it back"

...

"Eventually"

Now then!
>He'd clap his hands together

Dinner will be served in about an hour! In the meantime, I encourage all of you to enjoy my hospitality to the fullest!

>>49060803
Are you sure? I am always in for a bet, but I always play to win.

>>49060675
>Kane recharges, angry as all hell
>He slap Marth
"You...UNGRATEFUL...WORM! I TAUGHT YOU HOW TO SHOOT THAT GUN! DOES THAT MEAN NOTHING TO YOU!?"
>scars of his former life spread over his face
>he looks older...much older
"...You're supposed to hold it straight...how I taught you...fuck this"
>he walks out

>>49060812
>looks around him, at all of the fancy Rogue-Trader loot
Swanky. Maybe I should make a career change.

>>49060812
Thank you sir Marth

>>49060249
Sir, i wish to speak to you.

>>49060812
And I do apologise for Ambrise's rudeness just now! He's rather pleasant to talk to once he's had his dose of experiments for the day!

>>49060740
"How...much?"

>>49060828
"So do I. You just wait."

>looks the metal man up and down
You're Inquisition, right? How much you got on you?

>>49060802
>And so it goes to the shooting range.
>She puts in practice everything Alice taught her about sniping...
>Absolutely everything, doing an exact copy of every move she taught her to hit a mark.
>She might or might not be Whistling an Imperial March whilst doing so to relax.

>>49060900
>>49060885

>>49060893
Very well then, better luck next time.
>She'd offer her hand for a shake.

>>49060900
"As much...as...neccessary"
>Hands him a pouch full of crowns
"Consider...this...proof'

>>49060945
>swipes the pouch
Good enough.
>turns to his servitor
You got the samples on you?
>Robert's bright blue chest swings open, revealing 3 large bags filled with still-warm blood
That enough for you?

>>49060840
If it wasn't for the mess he makes. I'd have somebody throw him out an airlock

>>49060855
Perhaps you should! I pay my men rather well, so long as they follow my orders.
>He'd flash the man a smile, before continueing.

And I mean no offense when I say this, as I know quite well how battlefields are. But you do indeed smell rather awful. And those clothes just won't do for dinner involving the esteemed Admiral Sternbridge!
>He'd snap his fingers, and out of no where, two guards would come out measuring tapes in their hands.
>Before you'd even have time to say "A Ganengle snail is eatting my boot", the men would back off, and would go onto doing the same to each and every member of the regiment.

>>49060944
>Shakes it

>Returns to his ship, shedding the jacket
That could have gone better, but at least they will repair the hull for the gun batteries. And resupply us. It won´t be long before it is our time to move on to track the Penal Regiment.

>>49061013
>Twitches as he is being meassured, not expecting it

>>49060616
I was blowing up the reactors. Standard procedure.

>>49060944
>Miserable, old Kane walks up to Max
>Headbutts him
"That's fer bettin on me"
>His scars retract
>He looks at the pilot
"And you...have nice tits"
>walks away

>>49061013
Oh, this is more than welcome. I haven't been able to change my clothes, let alone bathe, since before we were abducted by Orks. I've done...
>he smiles
A lot of things since then.

>>49061013
"Do...you even remember me?"

>>49061013
>Is surprised when she sees that they do this with troopers and low officers too, including with her.
Alright that's... The most odd thing I've seen on the whole day, apparently we're getting new clothes.

>>49061050
Alright... I was wrong. -That- is the most odd thing so far.

>turns his face to sternbridge
Vice-Admiral, i wish to speak to you

>>49061068
>He'd smile back, in an understanding sort of way.
Indeed, my good Inquisitorial Acolyte. Indeed you have!

I'll have someone bring the new clothes down to each member of your regiments rooms, a little while before dinner!

>>49061050
>Rubs his forehead

>>49061105
"You tell me"
"At least Commisar Weird is back. Sorta."

>>49061040
I must ponder, why return to the regiment when they completely forgot about you?

A normal human would say they are...
>He'd mimic Depherion's voice, as if it was a recording.
..."Undeserving Bastards."

>>49061142
Speaking of officers where has Malak gone to? His work's the reason the Rogue Trader found us on the first place, we should be thanking him.

>>49061095
Demon filth, if I knew who you were, I'd have my mind scrubbed my the head of the Inquisition himself, so that I wouldn't HAVE to know you!

>>49061105
When you have this much money to burn, you tend to find new ways to spend it!

By the way, no one here is allergic to Retire Silk, are they? I hear its rather painful to touch it if you are.

>>49061223
>Malak would be lying rather comfortably upon the silken sheets that were upon his bed.

Best. Day. EVER!

>>49060595
Oh hey Greely! Orks killed your ship. Sorry about that....

>>49060903
Hrmh.....impressive, might be just what is needed, given the calibre of the.....'fallen comrade'.....

Recruit Cromwell! Front and center!

>>49061237
I am not as far as I know. My thanks once again for this assistance, mylord.

>>49061164
Undeserving, indeed. But they also make for an excellent supply for my travel back to Calixis. Not to even mention... Revenge is sweet.

>>49061223
>Fry-face hovers closer

i helped

>>49061237
"*sigh* can't even remember your uncle..."
>he walks off into the shadows

>>49061282
Please... call me Marth. The Lord of the family is my Grandfather! I'm just the one who inherited the Warren of Trade.

>>49061273
>She'd be watching over the hallway outside, leaning onto the door.
>With a drop of sweat at the side of her face.
Well I guess we can thank him later.

>>49061309
If you were my uncle, I'd have had my brains scrubbed via servitor claws repeatedly. And that was if I even HAD an uncle. Only yet to be married aunts at the moment!

>>49061295
Thank yo too private... Peepers right?

>>49061328
A-ah o-ok Mylo- Marth.

>>49061356
>>49061328
fuck me and forgetting my name change!

>>49060995
"It...will...suffice..."

>>49061280
>She steps forward and stands in formation.

>>49061367
Yes, Peepers, and who are you?
I dont think we have talked before

>>49061294
I see. I must inform you that by my programming I must assist the crew however possible. And albeit you are part of the crew, I can't assist you on hurting the crew. I can however help you reunite with the crew.

>>49061403
Recruit Cromwell, what role do you intend to fulfill?

>>49061409
I'm the pilot who drove you down to the planet's surface.

Glad to see your condition has been treated.

>>49061441
That is all I could have asked from you, friend. And it is more than enough.

>>49061475
Ah, i didnt recognise you withought your helmet,
i need to thank you for safely getting us down there

>>49061456
Medicae sir! I intend on saving the lives of my peers so they may keep holding the line and keep protecting the citizens they swore to defend, sir!

>>49061503
Gotta stay fly, mate, if it has wings, I will get it to the destination, no matter the cost.

>>49061541
I can respect that phylosophy

What's your story?

>>49061516
Hrmh.....very well. Return to your training. We'll see how you do in First Aid training later.

>>49061567
Pretty much just serving on the Navy, I am not part of this regiment of convicts you see, I'm just part of the guys that carry yours around. Or carried, rather, seeing as the others are... With the Emperor or on forced shore leave in medicae...

Ahem.

Anyhow, Name's Vic, pleased to meet you Peepers.

>>49061599
Sir! Yes sir!
>She'd return with her 'peeps', glad to see how well Arthur is pulling tje act too.

>>49061627
>shakes her hand with his good hand

For the emperor and the imperium, i am pleased to meet you too Victoria

>>49061280

>a Small, battered vessel docks at a trading post in neutral space, bearing a very pissed off cybernetic Interrogator.

"Motherfucking orks.. Well, at least that solves the Exile problem."

>He can feel tiny yellow feet dancing on his head and frantically brushes at them, screaming profanities until he is interrupted by the Station's hailing system. Embarrassed, he gives them his cover identity as an arms merchant. Managed to save enough of the collection to pull that off.

"Get a hold of yourself, Greely."

>The dancing just gets more annoying, but he forces himself to ignore it.

>>49061681
I assumed you were still on-board the rogue trader vessel. Since he has a few things he'd like to talk to you and the Admiral about

>>49061725

since my avaliability is going to be less than good for a while I figured I'd have him be MIA for a bit

>>49061770
>Ignores the heretic

>>49061627
" Tell me girl...you can fly fancy...i've rarely seen such good pilots? How do you fly like that?"

>>49061887
I just trust my instincts and when the situation is dire close my eyes and let the Emperor guide me...

That and some navy training. Flying's always been my passion.

>>49061649
>Arthur returns to his Taurox Prime -His vehicle, like all Taruox and Taurox Prime vehicles produced for Praetoria, has superior tires instead of those daft tracks- to watch observe the training.
>He occasionally makes notes on both a Dataslate and actual paper notebooks.
>Eventually the training rolls around to the First Aid Courses, as well as the optional Medicae's training for those who with high enough marks in the earlier courses.

>>49061930
"Emperor...that's not the emperor. That's your guts. Don't accredit your skills to a decaying corpse."

>>49061930
>There would be a look of pure horror upon Malak's face.

First off all, that doesn't sound safe...

Secondly.... I think I just got molested... I'm not one-hundred percent sure...

>>49061954
>Uses her training as an assassin to easily identify poisons, badly hurt spots, causes of death, solutions and antidotes.

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>49061989
No spreading of heresy on my watch!
>beats the heretic with his metal arm

>>49061991
>>49061989
Well it has worked well for me so far, I enjoy risky manneuvers. And...
>She bringsboutbabspray bottle and Sprays Kane with water, as if a bad dog.
No! Bad! You don't call the Emperor that!

>>49061991
By the way, Malak, Thank you for building that signal trasponder, you and Peepers did an excellent job.

>>49062026
>He evades the hit with ease
"Hmph. The priest has no skill. Unlike you. Use your full potential. Don't let anyone, even the emperor, stop you. Oh and if you ever DO that again...i will throw my sweaty balls in your face"

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>49062185
>does it again

>>49062154
Thanks.

So where is our host right now, anyways? I'm assuming g those two guys who broke into my room and started rubbing things on me, were his doing.

>>49062205
>The fist bursts through his chest
>He pulls closer to Peepers and french kisses him

Rolled 19 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>49062236
WHERE IS THE AIRLOCK I WILL THROW HIM OUT PIECE BY PIECE

>gets up and goes wwe on kane +5 for cybernetics

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>>49062208
Ah those must be...
>She pictures the description Malak gave.
They rubbed things on... You...?

>>49062083
pict related, excuse all those Bs, they should be spaces, phone tends to ruin my best statements.

>>49062275
They came in, and we're gone in about ten seconds.... I didn't get a good look at it...

>>49062273
"*OOH DARLING THIS COMES CLOSE TO SEX...MIGHT EVEN...BE...BETTER"

>>49062309
>She's still picturing things on her mind, might or might not be blushing at some of them.
Our host decided to take everyone's measures for new suits because ours are pretty much ragtags by now.

>>49062313
>Drags away what's left of Kane and gifts him to the ship's doctor to use as experimentation material

>>49062342
>His brow would be raised questioningly.

Is that all? I guess I've got nothing to worry about then. Especially since they didn't look like custodes to me.

>>49062371
What? Got a problem with Custodes back home?
>She'd get walking looking for some paper with a pen on hand whilst asking

>>49062362
>He regenerates
"Oh that was...Ambrose? Old friend? Do you recognise me?"

>>49062434
>closes the door and goes back to his people

>>49062013
Very impressive........Richard. When Recruit Cromwell finishes Training, I'm requisitioning her. Going to have the 'Service run her through their training.

>"Are you sure that's wise Arthur? A natural talent she may have, but she's terribly inexperienced."

I'm sure Richard, we won't regret it.

>>49062418
Not in particular, no.
>He'd walk along with her. Content with the fact he wasn't molested.
I've just heard all the rumors about the Emperor's Custodes. Oil baths, and all that...

>>49062460
You too? All the girls at the academy were spreading those rumors during my childhood.

After finding a paper she gets herself to draw something.

I personally thought they were a load of bull, but... Well can't say I haven't pictured the idea and found it appealing.

>>49062460
'Ello again
>he smiles widely

>>49062513
>He'd give a wave of his hand.

Hello.

>>49062508
Really? That's.... odd, I guess would be the word?

>He'd try to glance inconspicuously over her shoulder, trying to get a better idea of what she would be drawing