Inquisitorial Penal Regiment /tg/: Under New Management Edition

>>49418988
>He'd walk out off the ships training room. One hand clutching his side, while the other is nursing a black eye.

>>49419035
*he'd be walking along*
"Malak? Is that you? What's with the eye? And the suit?"

>>49418988
I already got shit for this in less than two minutes, so I'm going to explain this here and now.

The sole purpose of Jericho is to give the regiment it's orders and news. NOTHING ELSE!

He is in no way a character meant for anything else. He is like Central from the old threads. A background character that doesn't give orders or anything else! Just delivers the news!

>>49419060
>His only response, is to groan in utter pain.
>Pain, which is both physical from his training with the ships Stormtroopers, and the Drill Abbot that was brought aboard. As well as mental, at finding that Kane is still on the ship.
>The mental pain seems to be the worst of it...

... Training.... Demotion.... Stormtrooper training....

>>49419131
"Oh you poor child, want some liquor? I got plenty"

>>49419176
>He glares at the skeletal Daemon before him. A hint of confusion in his exhausted eyes as to why Kane is still around.

Don't take offense to this... or do, I honestly couldn't care less. But WHY are you still here!?

Why in holy Feth hasn't someone killed you, and sent you back to your dark God yet? It simply doesn't make sense to me.

>>49419246
"Retribution...revalation....mostly the fact i need to stretch a bit before slaanesh gets back to buttfucking me"
>he would stand there, being a skeleton
"Notice any changes?"

>Sits in the bridge of the Lady of Spectoris
>Whistling some foreign song
>He waits for orders or permission to leave

>>49419176
>the servant of chaos feels a familiar scent coming from somewhere in the memorial room

>>49419279
>His eyes narrow as he stares at the skeletal Daemon before him. There is a long pause of silence, before he finally speaks up.

... Just... don't stick your pelvis into anything important....

>>49419282
"Malak...i feel something...something you may not be fond of..."

>>49419357
>He looks up upon hearing this, yet remains silent for a moment.

... I swear to the Emperor, if you brought along friends, I'm going to Airlock your ass...

>He pushes himself off the wall. Clenching his teeth at the pain he receives, as his body protests against this.

Let's go Kane.... I may not trust you, and to be honest, I'd rather push you out an airlock. But the fact is, I have a duty to look into this, so let's get going... before anyone shows up for the memorial.

>>49419357
>>49419419

>Kane is drawn to the memorial of the troops rather than the Admiral himself
>as Malak approaches he feels a bad sensation in his throat, the taste of metal and lemon

>>49419434
I swear to the Emperor, there better not be "Suddenly daemons" everywhere... I had enough of that two weeks ago when we lost our last ship over Umbrellion.

>>49419434
"Memorial? Why would it..."
>he'd slowly step into the memorial

>>49419477
>one of the names on the memorial stands out, it calls out to malak

Rolled 10 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>49419495
>He tries to resist the urging. Knowing only bad things can happen when you start getting these kinds of "feelings".
-10 since malak is exhausted, and has been having his mind slowly eroded thanks to stormtrooper training.

>>49419514
>He reads the name

"Pvt. Peepers"

>his head feels light for a moment and the feeling subsides
>suddenly the ship feels a bit...crowded

>>49419514
>Watches him from behind the memorial, shaking its head disapprovingly before vanishing

>>49419514
>Sadly, his mind and body are to exhausted, and he'd find himself to curious about the feeling.

Ugh... I know I'm going to regret this in every fucking way imaginable.

>He'd vox the bridge as he moves closer to the memorial.

Bridge. This is Stormtrooper Ordenius. We've got a bit of a problem down on deck 17. Requesting back up. Over.

>The collection of muppets from the Hammerhead stand at the memorial dressed in the dress uniforms they wore to the dinner.

>>49419543
"Malak? Malak!"
>shakes him up
Do i roll for this?

>>49419547
Gibbers, right?

>>49419596
Bingo.

>>49419596
I've been assuming.

Also, is discord acting up for anyone else? I keep getting connection issues.

Also, assume >>49419558 , happena before >>49419543

>>49419571
>>49419543
>>49419547

>He shakes his head clear of these feelings.

I... I don't know.... but I feel like I'm being watched by someone to say the least.

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>49419671
>>49419675

>the scanners do not notice a warp-based presence on the ship

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>49419671
>seeks

>>49419688
>>49419817
ok, who even is this? None of this is making sense to me.

>>49419671
Feeling like you're being watched is......bad.

>>49419894
>He takes a seat. Bit even having had a chance to change out of his training gear.

To say the least Oddball...

>He clenches his teeth and momentarily winces in pain as his body protests and thr slightest if movements.

Rolled 59, 68 = 127 (2d100)

>>49419935
>First roll detection, second roll seeking

>Sits in the bridge, checking sensor readings

>>49419935
>>49419954

>stops next to Malak and looks at the memorial

"Never thought i'd be at my own funeral., how is Vic?"

>>49420012
>Malak nearly jumps out his seat at this, before rolling away, and into a combat stance.

What the hell!?! What in the damned warp are you? Because I know for a fact that peepers should be dead!

>>49420046
>he turns to look at malak

"Dead? No. Two things survive in the warp and i happen to be both of them"
"Think malak, think"

>he smiles and exhales smoke, despite the absence of a pipe

>>49420072
Unless you're a god damn daemon, nothing survives out there without a Gellar field!

>>49420098
>he chuckles, but the voice is not his

"What about heretics?"

>he is slowly becoming taller

>>49419935
I know that exhausted feel-

>>49420012
>>49420046
What?! How?!

>The Crewmen jump backwards and ready their sidearms.

What madness is this?!

>>49420128
>>49420168
Oh~ FUCK ME with a HANDBAG!!!

>He backs away for a moment, before turning to the few people in the room, and shouting.

Everyone out! NOW!

>>49420128
"Priest-man? What in the unholy gods happened to you?"

>>49420168
>>49420200
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VoIO80N5pcg

"You see malak, i made a deal with the devil"

>his burnt skin cracks as limbs grow out of his torso

"I made a deal with Tzeentch in exchange for my soul, i would be given the power and a chance to face you for your injustice"

>tentacles rip out of his back and from his collarbone a demonic dog-like head breaks out

"So the Changer of Ways merged me with Persis, the Deamon born of a thirst for revenge"

>the two heads look at malak and both speak at once

"It means that only you can harm us and we can harm only you"
"It means that only you can harm us and we can harm only you"

>both grin with maws filled with unholy fangs

>>49420200
>>49420263
>The crewmen take the opportunity to tactically retreat to the Hammerhead, where their guns that might not even damage the creature are kept.

>Stretches and grabs a book
Maybe I should go back home once before I died... Now that I mentioned it to the Inquisitor, I can´t get Spectoris out of me head now... Maybe go say hello to Watcher.

>>49420263
"Boy...what have you done to yourself...you merged with a spawn of a god damn TRICKSTER GOD?!"

>>49420263
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=XNJ1RHUnX9s

>His eyes would widen at the sight of peepers changing into a daemon, before he quickly regains his senses, and makes for the least occupied door out of the room.
>As he runs, he Vox's the bridge.

This is Stormtrooper Ordenius to thr bridge! Come in bridge! I need you to initiate a lockdown of deck 17! I repeat! Initiate lockdown of deck 17 immediately! We have a daemon on-board!

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>49420419
"YOU CANNOT RUN FROM YOUR DUTY!"
"YOU CANNOT RUN FROM YOUR DUTY!"

>The demon runs after him and reaches out with a tentacled hand to grab malak

>>49420419
Roger that, trooper. Initiating lockdown.

>>49420446
>He'd manage to duck underneath them, before turning a corner and entering into an armoury.

>"I like to think of this as a tactical retreat, and a chance to allow the others to escape, not shrugging off my duty.

>He then locks down the armory door, before doing what he needs to do.

Rolled 29 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>49420489
>slams all the limbs into the door, fueled by rage at Malak's flight

"I WILL DRINK YOUR SOUL, COWARD!"
"I WILL DRINK YOUR SOUL COWARD!"

>>49420446
"BOY!? BOY!? WHY THE FUCK DID YOU TURN TO TZEENCH?!"
>he'd run after Peepers, ignoring Malak
"WHERE HAS YOUR FAITH DISSAPEARED?!"

Rolled 4 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>49420489
>>49420511
>The door caves in but does not give

>he sticks a clawed hand trough a gap and slashes at malak

>>49420511
>He continues doing what he needs to do, seeing as how he has more than enough time.

>"That ought to do it"

Rolled 3, 20, 7 + 4 = 34 (3d20 + 4)

>>49420549
forgot to roll for what I'm doing.

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>49420549
>slams at the door again

"MALAK!"
"MALAK!"

>>49420595
>Malak would remain silent at this point. His plan having been completed to the best of his ability.

>"Come on in mister wolf..."

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>49420633
>Persis sticks his hound head trough the gap and breathes warp fire into the room

>>49420595
"Peepers...talk to me...I can help you!"

What mess is this again? Explain yourself guardsmen!

>>49420667
"WHAT!?"
>the human head turns to look at Kane as Persis breathes fire into the room

>>49420657
>He'd keep his body pressed up against the wall, and away from the hell fire. His body kept safe.

Come on in mister wolf! I've got party favors!

>>49420595
>>49420633
>>49420657

>Was on the mess hall, drinking tea after having given Sternbridge her final regards.
>She was walking back to her quarters when she saw the last thing she'd want to see now: Daemons... in Malak's room.

>Decides it's best to return to the mess hall and drink alcohol rather than tea.

I'm not in the mood for more shit today.

>She drinks a cup awhole and fills it again

>>49420694
>>49420687
>The Tankers are creeping back towards the source of the confrontation with a wide array of heavy weapons.

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>49420694
>Attempts to break down the door and enter

>>49420687
"You...of all people on this dirty, ungodly ship...you are one who should have never strayed to the path of chaos"
"Don't let Tzeench fool you"

>>49420807
Who is this? He has more heads than a normal soldier is allowed to have.

He better has an excuse for this or I will have to rip one of his heads of.

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>49420846
>howls in agony as blood and warp juices drip from his damaged body

"Blame HIM!"
"AAAAAAAA"
>the other head howls in anger and pain

>>49420854
>the monster stuffs itself into the vents and follows malak, leaving a trail of blood

>>49420807
>He sits in silence, in the vents above the room. A small smile on his face as he hears the door to the deck 17 armory open up, and the sound of peepers footsteps entering into the trip mine covered room.

>"Sorry about this peepers... I really am."

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>49420890
>>49420919
>Peepers turns his head slowly at malak
"Youuuuuu"

>several barbed tentacles assault his hiding spot

>>49420890
>chases after the thing

Come back! Running from an enforcer of the administratum is heresy.

Rolled 4, 9 + 4 = 17 (2d20 + 4)

>>49420890
You REALLY need to stop this! Who's going to clean up all that blood?
>With that, he hops out, the next closest vent entrance, before landing, and rolling onto the floor below.
>Before leaving however, he'd leave a nice starting bangle of active Krak grenades behind.

>>49420940
>>49420966

>The barbed tentacles catch him and wrap around him, ripping trough his suit and skin as they draw him back into his screaming embrace

Rolled 8 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>49420940
>He takes a tentacle to the side right as he drops from the vent.
>He clenches his teeth at the immense pain, but continues out of the room. And into the hallway. Fireing his hellgun as he goes.

Rolled 7, 6, 7 + 5 = 25 (3d20 + 5)

>>49420993
ignore this, since you're saying I'm wrapped up instead.

>Having been brought towards the screaming, bloody monstrosity before him.
>He stares at peepers half melted face, before flipping the pin on a krak, and shoving it into one of peepers open wounds.

+5 since I am right next to you.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>49420992
>fires his bolt pistol

You will die here abnomination. You can't escape me!

Rolled 5 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>49421034
>Persis bites Malak
>+5 for close,as you said yourself

>>49421034
>>49421085
>As the demon head bites the grenade goes off
>half of the body is destroyed, the demon's head dangles off malak's chest with its teeth buried inside him

>Peepers falls back and convulses as he tries to recover

>>49421034
>smiles and tries to laugh, it sounds like he's drowning

"Well, finally."

>>49420719
>sits next to her, pure horror and anger mix on his face
>but shock is the main expression
"Hand me a cup, will ya?"

>>49421192
Sure.
>She fills him a cup.
Bad day Skelekane?

>>49421085
>He manages to narrowly avoid the teeth, as thenaide the tentacles are holding him with, explodes in a shower of gore.
>He swiftly kicks off whats left off Peepers body, before moving away from him.
>Breathing heavily, Adrenalin coursing through him as he aims his hellgun at you.
>A look of sadness fills his eyes, as he stares into what's left of Peepers own mutated eyes.

I'm so sorry that it came to this Peepers...

>Tears stream down the mans face.

I never wanted it to end this way... but I promise peepers, I'll be a better man than I was when I fought along side me!

>With that, he fires numerous rounds into what's left, until the creature that was private peepers finally expires.

>>49421206
"Peepers came back as an agent if chaos and attacked Malak. Both will die in the process, most likely"
>he'd spill the contemts and pour his personal stuff in and chugg it down
"Not the best of days"

>>49421245

When I fought alongside you*
Fuck you phone auto correct

>>49421245
>he didnt look away from malak's eyes untill it was done

>his soul is devoured by Tzeentch, as was the agreement

>With the situation resolved, the six Crewmen head down to the mess to get some drinks.

>>49421249
Ah fuck it,
>She drinks her cup empty and brings it next to yours.
I need something strong too. Still not sure what'd I say to Malak when I see him. If I ever see him.

>>49421249
>walks towards them

While I don't completly understand what happend here, I think we have to fortify this place. I will roll out some barbed wire and put a minefield in place around the mess hall.

>>49421318
"Sit down. Have a drink. Good stuff. Not shit from fucking tenth world planets where piss is their main resource"

>>49421318
We're... inside a ship...

>>49421394
This has never stopped me. Nothing ever stopped me from creating a line of defense.

>>49421376
I'm sorry but I can't drink alcohol anymore, since I replaced my liver with a bionic some time ago, but I have an injector that shoots stimulants directly into my brain.

>>49421376
>>49421394
Sup guys, got room for six more?
>Oddball and the other five behind him wave.

>>49421456
I........are you building a trench into the deck plating? How?

>>49421474
Sure, I always enjoy friends around!
>>49421456
I swear to the throne if you damage the ship IN STERNBRIDGE'S MEMORIAL I'm going to drive you out to the emptiness of space myself in my valk and drop you there.

>>49421270
>He activates his vox, and connects to the bridge.

T-this is Stormtrooper Ordenius...
...
Y-you can.... you can end the lock down...

>He switcheshis vox off, and simply stares at the body before him. Tears streaming down his face in droves.

>>49421514
>Eventually, he manages to pick himself up off the ground, and gathers up the human half of what was onc- of what is Peepers body. Closing the young man's eyes, before taking him to the morgue.

>>49421489
>>49421270
>his spine twitches and chills go through
"Sorry for this"
>he breaks a glass, cuts his throat with it and starts chanting
>the room is momentarily covered in purple, but quickly stops
"Sorry again"

>>49421489
Don't worry I know what I'm doing. In my long career I only caused irreparable damage on two imperial ships.

>>49421605
That... does not comfort me at all!

>>49421600
And why did you do that now?! I really don't stand when you go full heretical!

>>49421597
>Inside the morgue, the figure sits on thin air
>It stares at Malak, this time not immediately vanishing

>>49421600
>>49421732

Just a little question. This regiment is still loyal to the Emperor and Holy Terra, right? How many of you made bargains with the ruinious powers?

>>49421759
>He places the body down, before looking over at the translucent figure before him.

... if you're going to stalk me, then you.might as well tell me why.

>>49421791
Only Kane, we found him being chased around by a noise champion and as he regenerates from death we kinda just kept him around because he came back after being thrown into the warp.

>>49421792
>It looks at you in silence, until it grins, revealing its filed teeth
The curse still continues.
>With those words, it disappears again

>>49421825
And why does he kill himself? I don't think that dying and regenerating is a pleasant experience. I have experience with nearly dying and that is pretty unconfortable.

>>49421825
"To answer your question"
"I pulled a favor from Slaanesh"
"Peeper's soul is with the emperor now"
>he swings down another shot

>>49421913
I-
>>49421937
Well fuck how did you manage to get that to happen?

>>49421937
What do you mean with "pulled a favor from a deamon"? That sounds an awful lot like heresy!

>pulls his bolt pistol

>>49421489
>>49421600
>The Crewmen all sit down at the table.
>Anya ends up next to Vic.
So.....what'd you all think of the Memorial?
>"I-It looked nice, aside from the D-Daemon."
>"Aye, it was alright."
>"It was almost as good as funeral of great hero Rommel."
>"I liked it."
>"Was good memorial for good Comrade."

>>49422003
I miss his leadership...

One drink for those gone?

>She offers some White Gorsk Gyn to the whole tank crew.

>>49421792
>After leaving the ships morgue, malak would begin to aimlessly wander the ship. Unaware of where he actually is.
>Eventually, his wounds, both physical and mental, would over whelm him, and he would crash to the floor, an unconscious pile of tattered uniform, and meat.

>>49422027
Hear hear. To Craffan Sternbridge, Admiral and all around great bloke. We'll miss you ya bastard.
>The six of them knock it back, of them all, Putin and Anya seem the least bothered.

>>49422027
"Goddamit Vic they should remember him in honour not disgust"
>takes out a bottle of the emperor's wrath

>>49422106
>>49421876
>Sits next to his unconscious body, feet within the floor plating
It´ll never be over. But you can stop it from spreading.

>>49422170
Look... it just... striked me ok?

The man was killed by an heretic that we let in on his very ship the day he was going to recieve the honors for his campaign...

>>49422158
>She brings her cup up then chugs it.

But you're right...

Enough drinking for me...

>>49422173
>His floats within the darkness that is his inner mind, as the waves begin to toss and turn, as the figures voice resound throughout his mind.
>He tries to search for where the voice is coming from, but cannot seem to find it.

>"I can.... I can stop it? How?"

>>49422220
>"E-Enough drinking miss?"

>>49422257
Throw it away. All connections to the sins of ours. Only one remains. He still resides here, among you.

>>49422280
It's Vic. And for me, yeah, I've already drank too much...
>Her face's actually a bit red.

"What i'm saying is...your booze is shit"
>offers her a glass of emperor's wrath
"Try this"

>>49422293
>"L-looks nice on y-you."
>The other Crewmen burst into laughter, Steve slapping Anya on the back.
>Anya for her part just looks mortified.
Sure you haven't had a bit too much yourself Cat?
>"N-No. Shut up."

>>49422286
>His mind floats along, as he listens to the voice.

But I don't even know who I am... let alone where exactly I am. Who is it that I'm supposed to find? What does he even look like?

>>49422311
Not sure if I should... I already feeeeeeel... "happy"

>is leaning against a wall strumming and singing
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YSA08dQqCNk

>>49422328
You saved him. You wanted to save the good within the evil, the beast´s kind intentions. You saved much more.

>>49422373
>A vision of his finally battle with peepers appears around him, but he cannot see the man's face/s
>The vision fades away, leaving him without memory if what had just happened.

>"Who was it.... that I saved?"

>>49422484
>whistles and cleans the trail of blood and (unknowingly) deamon excrement

"G'day Soldier"

>cleans on

>>49422335
>"Happy is....g-good."
That it is, Positive Waves are a wonderful thing.

>>49422484
You still carry him with you. It is a burden you need to let go, whether you understand it or not. Throw it all away. Burn his memories, and the curse may pass. Let me go home, to see the end of the curse.

>>49422538
>"But what ones do I burn? How will I know the right ones?"

>>49422335
"This'll make you even happier"
"Like fireworks. It's magical"

>>49422535
>>49422713
Fiiiiiinee... but only because it's you guys...
>She takes the cup.

For Sternbridge.

>Drinks

>>49422666
The memories hold the curse. The curse is the memories. They are a weapon, a promise, and ultimately, the doom of those who remember. They warn, they wonder, they entice you to learn the rest. You touched them. You saw them. Throw it all away, erase us to make sure. The others saw, but only you touched the curse. Throw it all away.

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>49422731
>This drink be strong yo.

>>49422774
>If the feeling had a body, it would nod in understanding.
>"I....I understand... it's the only way to keep him whole...."
>This "Feeling", would begin to bring forth everything that was tearing the man apart, and would begin to discard, and rewrite everything.

>>49422816
The important things may yet come back. A mind is unable to truly be cleaned. But there will be nothing left of us. Nothing to bring back the curse. Let the heat of creation wipe away the sin, and be reborn stronger. You will know them once more, but it will take time.

>>49422816
>A figure is watching as it fades away... It drops a cigar down, in utter disappointment.


You can run on for a long time...
Run on for a long time...
Sooner or later's the past gonna cut you down...

>>49422870
>The "feeling", would understand. And would continue to drag forth, and either discard, or immensely rewrite everything, in the hopes of reforming what was originally a full man.

>>49422873
>In reality, a lone tear would run down the unconscious mans cheek.

>They round the corner, talking

Jaemis: "Why the hell would anyone stick a hand up an Orks ass!?"

Jimmy: "A heretic maybe?"

Holdrin: "I heard them ordo xenos are into some pretty weird stuff."

Fritz: "Tell me about it. Last time we had this Ordo Xenos inquisitor on the ship. He must have had a couple of Tau girls on his ship or something because he smelled like dry fish on a volcanic world."

Jaemis: "God-emperor damn, that must have been bad."

Fritz: "It was. We had to scrub the floor of his fricking smell, and even then it still stayed for about a week!"

>They are in disgust of the thought when suddenly...

>>49422816
>>49422916

Jaemis: "Oh shit.."

>They find malak on the floor
>They run to his side

Jimmy: "Shit shit shit!"

Frisk: "Shut up and help me get him to the medbay, now!"

>>49422873 (You)
>>49422916
>As the 'Ghost of the past' walks away, he keeps the tune...

Go tell that long tounge slanneshi liar
Go and tell that midnight Doomrider
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the Khornate Backbiter.
Tell em the past's gonna cut 'em down.
Tell em the past's gonna cut 'em down.

Ive been met with the midlight dews
Ive been down on bended knee
Talking to the saint from galillee
He spoke to me with a voice so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of the cherub's feet
He called my name and my heart stood still
WHEN HE SAID "EISEN GO DO THRONE'S WILL"

You can run on... for a long time...

>>49422916
>Vic's smile fades away on Malak's mind.

>>49422916
>One of the memories about to be torn apart plays infront of you

>Jaemis sits next to you in a bar. Both taking shots of the most expensive stuff on the menu. He says that he will cover the costs, despite his payment coming out from all of his crews paychecks.

>Jaemis laughs a little as he

"You know what I realized, Malak? Friends leave the trash."

>The memory starts to fade as you see him helping you back to your room

"But good friends? Good friends take it out..."

>The memory is gone from Malak's Mind

>>49423033
>In reality, tears stream down his face, but it would feel as if a great weight had been lifted from his chest.

>The feeling however, would continue to remove more memories from the broken man.

>>49423078
>In reality, a smile would cross his face at the sight, but would be quick to disappear, as it is soon forgotten.

>>49423078
>Jaemis laughs a little as he drinks his last shot*

>>49423093
>They picked him up and are going to the medbay

Holdrin: "Is he...Is he crying?"

Jaemis: "Just keep moving!"

>>49423093
Captain Ordenious. I'm glad you found us. It was sad to believe you'd leave the crew behind.
>The memory slowly fades as it speaks.

>>49422804
>the drink makes you feel like you're on top of the world, no holds barred. There are no morals or opinions holding you back. It is you and your choices only

>>49422916
>A memory of the Tankers, laughing and drinking as they work on the tank after a battle hard won, gone, just like tears, in the rain.

>>49423155
>>49423139

>In reality, his fists clench tightly, as memories involving protecting the regiments members are burned, or rewritten.
>They loosen up quickly after, as the feelings and memories of regret involving them are flushed out.

>>49423180
Woah... fuck... this shit... this shit is hard...

>>49423182
>He shakes violently, as memories of the tankers, both good and bad, are deemed unneeded to the "feelings" continued existance.
>Memories of riding on, or in the tank are torn apart, and discarded. He'll not need them to continue.

>>49423231
>These memories burn quickly: A kind man at first, who began to change, and became a monstrosity to rival Daemons.
>Last memory is of a small, slug-like object that seems to be made of some kind of black steel, with a screech in the background:
DEATH ISSSS BUT A DOOR!

>>49423203
>"K-Kane.....why'd you have to h-hit her with something that strong? I-I never got to tell her t-the t-thing about the t-thing."
>This prompts a few curious glances.

>>49423195
>>49423231
Jimmy: "He's getting worse!"

Fritz: "Were almost there!"

Jaemis: "C'mon, kid, stick with me!"

>They get to the Medbay and Frisk gets to work

>>49423267
Tell me what sweeeeeeetheart?

Have I ever told you I wanted a kitty as a child? They're cute and fluffy just like you.

>>49423112
>Kane would smile at him
>Moxos' metal mask would just gleam

"You were insubordinate"

>Moxos would say

"You were free"

>Kane would add

"You were careless"

"You were caring"

"You were imperfect"

"Aren't we all?"

"But now you'll be proper and sturn"

"Empty and tin"

>both at the same time:
"You'll never be the same"

>>49423267
>he'd whisper to Anya
"Now...now would be the time, cat"

>>49423327
>In the real world, his body would convulse violently, as he is torn between the two choices.
>He doesn't want to be an automaton, but neither does the he want to be the same man he was during his time with the regiment.
>Eventually, as the feelings and memories fade away, a new one is brought up.

>>49423261
>And as these words and memories fade from his being, his body would settle down, and he would finally relax.

>>49423309
>>49423344
Time for what mate?
>"Time? Well it's like plenty o' bongs o'clock innit."
>"I do not understand what Kamerad said, but what he said."
>"Is it time for weird Slaaneshi things Comrade? That is.....not okay."

>"I-I...w-well.....he told us h-how to b-break the link....with him. B-but you were.....unconscious see...."

>>49423441
Unconscious uhuuuuhh... drinks be had... 'til I drop again.... eh?

Uhh... wait... what are we talking about... what link?

>>49423511
>"T-The link.....with K-Kane? The o-one you wanted to ger r-rid of miss?"

>>49423644
Skelekane! The strong, pale, independent skelewoman of mister bones? I unno, the wildride's cool and... and... her... his... it... the skeleton's deserve like rights too... I mean leik... liek... like... we have a skeleton inside too and-and what if it wants to break free?

>>49423674
How much did you give her? Bloody 'ell.

>".....Vic....the -link-....the one you wanted r-rid of?"

>>49423781
I don'- I t'nod... I- aye...

wha-

what's a link? Ain't that a princess?

No wait... that was a picto-game... Zeldus or something...

>>49423674
"What Anya is trying to say is that you'd have to fuck someone if you don't want me swimmiiiing...in your mind"

>>49423381
>The "Feeling", satisfied with what has been done, leaves everything else as it was before, leaving the man a vacant and moldable husk, before fading back, and allowing malak to once again take control.

>>49423800
Nah I leik-liek... laik... like... like have no problems... with- woth... weeth... wih... with you in there right now.... like... you're not evil an-and shit and you have like... feelings now an-an-an' that's nice. You-you actually look... laik... like... a person rather than... an heretic... well a... a... skinless... eyeless... organless... person... made of bones... but stil...still... still a person...

>>49423863
>"M-Miss....how much did you drink? N-Nevermind....I'd better p-put you to b-bed....come on...."
>Anya attempts to pull Vic over her shoulders, into a Fireman's Lift.

>>49424128
Bed? Bed's like... nice... yeah... and comfy... like your hair... why do felinids have such nice hair...?

Oh hey what's this?

>The Drunk pilot Grabs Anya's tail.

>>49423863
"The thing is...if i leave you in there...you might see my memories"
"Not one being should see everything i saw in my 10 000 years of service as a slaanesh cultist. No one"

>>49424161
Iiif yaaa... saaayyy... so...

>>49424151
>"Nyah! W-Why would you d-do that?!
>Anya jumps in surprise and -almost- drops Vic, ALMOST, but not quite.
>She then takes Vic to her room and fumbles about for the Keycard.

>>49424220
Do what? What's this thing? It's nice and fluffy...
Can I keep this thin-
Oh.
Oh wait it's a worm...

No no wait it's not...

ah... it's like... attached to you, k I'll drop it.

>>49424245
>"I-Is....okay....."
>Anya finally finds the keycard she's looking for and opens the door to Vic's room.
>Whereupon, she sets Vic on her bed.
>"U-Um....n-need a-anything else? Or...."

>>49424326
No...
I don't think I do...

Well maybe a friend to talk... with... about like... life... because I really like... feel like... shit because of... wha happenned with Malak...

>She's still pretty drunk but now that she's lying on bed she seems that she's able to speak propperly

>>49424362
O-Oh? Um.....okay....
>Anya sits herself on the decking.

>>49424445
So what should I... do? Should I marry Malak? I kinda feel bad... But it would be too fucking soon and a request this early kinda creeeeeeped me out.

>>49424483
I-I....um....I....I...don't think....t-too soon.
>Anya appears distinctly uncomfortable with the line of discussion.

>>49424574
Ok... so what I do?

>>49424607
Well.....what do you -want-?

>>49424700
I dunno.
I want someone who loves me and cares for me.
Someone who looks after everyone as hard as I do.

I want someone who cares to make a difference...

Someone who is... good?

>>49424715
>Anya's cheeks turn increasingly red as Vic speaks, but she deflates at the last point.
W-Well.....I guess......nevermind. Not good....um...so w-who you thinking about then?

>>49424795
Dunno. Too tired to think...

Hey Anya? Do you wanna see a movie? I think I managed to save some from the Herald before it went goner. "Monthus Pythus and the Quest for the Holy Throne" Sounds divine right now... Or "The life of Brynus"

>>49424820
T-That would be n-nice. Um....do you have a chair or....I can stay on the floor, that works too....

>>49424850
No, just the bed. Four people fit in these so get some popcorn and get yourself comfortable... I'll go get more alcohol I guess...
>She tries to get up and almost stumbles on the floor.
Weaowh! Kane's was a big one I gotta ask him where he got it.

>>49424917
Y-You just sit there, I-I'll get everything.
>Anya dashes off to fetch both popcorn and booze, returning with them to sit ramrod straight on the bed.

>>49425068
Why so firm? It's a movie not a Commissariat field kit inspection.
>Vic hits play.
Maybe we should tell your crew and the others we're having a movie night?

>>49425120
U-Um.....u-uh....I....b-better to be smart in the presence of one's superior?
A-And....um....if you want? I mean...I-I.....was sort of h-hoping for a cozy night really.....um I mean nevermind that.

>>49425161
what?

>>49425172
N-Nothing! N-nevermind what I said!
>Anya is no longer ramrod straight, if only because she appears to be eyeing the door between bouts of nervous wriggling.

>>49425227
Hey! Don't you dare crash my movie by making me chase you to say sorry! Just lay down and relax the Black Templar's about to be cut into pieces.
>She lies on the bed watching the movie.

I swear if you run you'll make me feel bad for simply asking what you meant.

>>49425269
I-I....y-yes miss.
>Anya lays down on the bed, somewhat close to Vic.
I....it's nothing important....was just meaning you're nice to b-be around....I-I mean pleasant company!

>>49425280
Thanks, you too. You really need to stop trying to flee of every situation, it's not healthy for you. Also ,call me Vic.

>>49425296
I-It's a coping mechanism, helps to know I can always bolt...d-don't want t-to get...erm....taken again....Vic.

>>49425333
>She protectively hugs the felinid.
I promised you I'd not let that happen.
Even when Malak said that I'd save the wounded I could and leave those I couldn't I got you out of that dying ship amidst a daemon and a pirate invasion taking place at the same time.

I tend to keep my promises.

>>49425394
>Anya....hugs back after a while.
Y-you're too good you know....p-people this kind shouldn't be real.

>Is humming a song, staring into the dark abyss of space
>He then notices the edge of one of his teeth has cracked again
>Maybe he should listen to the Tech-priest and get replacements, whether vat-grown or synthetic

>The man known as malak Ordenius, continues to stir in his sleep. His mind still attempting to reform itself.

>steps out of the kitchen eating a nutrient bar.
>he wears a dress uniform however the wrinkles suggest he may have fallen asleep in it again.

"Did I hear an explosion?"

>brushes some crumbs off himself then makes his way toward quarters in order to pick up his saber and sidearm.

>>49426535
Apparently it was caused by one of the storm troopers having killed a daemon that got on board.