Inquisitorial Penal Regiment /tg/: A Gods Myth Edition

>>49620701
No can do baby, gotta finish fixing the tank, then we've got this thing goin' on.....

>>49620701
>Within minutes of receiving the order to muster. Malak would be fully equip with the standard Scion issue gear, along with a Gravchute. Ready to drop straight into whatever hell was waiting for them.

>>49620863
>The man would aggressively press his finger into the man's chest. A venomous look in his eyes.

I don't care if your fixing the God Emperor's most holy golden toilet, Sergeant! You have orders to muster, and you WILL FOLLOW THEM!

>>49620917
Can't muster with no tank, that's Archeotech Science.
>The man is his usual mellow self.

>>49620980
not Archeotech*

>>49620701
>Goes to the mustering place and finds a relatively unoccupied corner to wait at

>>49620980
>Kane would suddenly spawn out of nowhere
>his tits would be gone, but now he'd have a tail
"Oh, wow. Hey"

>stands silently at ease, watching the regiment. Anyone passing him by would be able to hear Argus' helmet comms going crazy, filled with screaming and gunfire.

>>49621052
Hey Kane. How're you do-
>"W-What's with the t-tail?"
>The Tankers stop their work for a moment to look over at Kane.

>>49621094
"Well...y'know,Slaanesh and her fetishes..."
>The tail would keep tickling him
>it would..."look?"...at the tankmen

>>49621153
If that thing starts trying to suck people's dicks, I'm going to put three holes in you, and bring what's left to Inquisitor Arnel Saerkaru.

>>49621153
Now that just ain't right man.
>"Kamerad, you must remove that thing."
>Da, it's just.....why does it look....sentient?"
>"I-I think it's 'staring' at m-me."
>"God Emperor man, burn the damned thing."
>"I'm with Churchy, burn that bloody thing, aye?"

>>49620917
>"I don't care if your fixing the God Emperor's most holy golden toilet"

I understand that's just a one off statement to get someone to do something, and shouldn't be taken too seriously in this context

But the subtle implication that you're above the Emperor is maximum heretical.

>>49621198
"What? This thing? It's more of a pup, really"
>the tail would motion up an down in an excited way

>>49621276
>C-Can you not do that?"

>>49621276
>>49621336
>turns his head towards Kane and the tank crew. Argus slowly begins reaching for his knife.

>>49621336
>>49621198
>>49621179
>>49621364
>A middle aged man, with a calming smile on his face, would step next to Kane.

Now, now everyone. Let's all calm down, and focus upon the coming battle, rather than the fight each other.

>>49621364
>He'd cast a friendly looking smile to Argus.

That includes you Major. We have no need for infighting

>>49621408
>Argus slowly removes his hand from his knife. But now he is staring at Arnel. Even though he wears his helmet, it is safe to assume he is very angry.

>>49621442
>The man continues to flash the man an ever friendly smile.

>>49621408
>He'd give the Inquisitor a firm nid and a salute.

Understood M'lord.

>>49621408
>>49621466
>Noticing the Inquisitor, Ragaa slowly moves further away

>>49621488
>Sadly for him. Before he even has a chance to do this. A pair of arms would wrap themselves around the Feral worlders neck.
>This is followed by the full weight of a body being pressed against it.

Gotcha Ferry!

>>49621408
Hey we're just trying to fix our tank and then all this happens.
>"Just make the t-tail stop......"

>>49621519
Wait, what?

>>49621336
>it would stop, pointing down in a sad demeanor
"Oh, well, how are you gentlemen? And...lady?"

>>49621466
>>49621542
>Argus' hand once again drifts over to his knife, but he stops himself.
Just who the fuck are you, anyways?

>>49621595
NAAAAME

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>appears out of nowhere, hand in hand behind his back

Line up men, surprise inspection.

>>49621578
>She'd pull herself off of him before feigning a look of Injury.

I'm hurt that you don't remember who I M Ferry... I really am.

>She pouts for a moment before going back to smiling.

Just kidding of course! I just wanted to bug you a bit sweetie!

>>49621595
Fine mostly.
>"Okay on my end."
>"I am doing gud Kamerad."
>"Mostly okay Comrade, thank you for asking."
>"Doing good mate, you?"
>"D-Doing alright..."

>>49621598
We're a group of Tankers, and that's Kane.

>>49621664
>Major Argus turns, looks the Lord Commissar up and down, and laughs. He then walks away.
Throne, I... I gotta go report this.
>his laughter can be heard for quite some time after he leaves

>>49621667
I'm not sure if I follow... But it is good to see a familiar-
>>49621664
Yer gotta be kidding me...
>Does as ordered, trying to be as unnoticeable as he can... Albeit his ragged appearance makes it difficult

>>49621598
>He'd flash the man a pleasant looking smile.

Ah! My apologies Major Argus. I know you from my chats with Inquisitor Laroque as well as having read your file. But otherwise we have yet to be formally introduced.

>He'd thrust his hand out to Stormtrooper CO.

I am Inquisitor Arnel Saerkaru, of the Ordo Xenos. I, as well as my retinue aboard "The Storm of Sorrows" have decided to throw our lot in with yours. I just k is it will be a pleasure to work with you.

>>49621717
>sharply turns his head to the new face

You there. Step forward.

>>49621728
>Argus tilts his head and clears his throat
Mhm.
>he does not shake the man's hand
That attitude is going to change quick.
>he continues on his way

>>49621738
>Points at himself
Who, me?
>Steps forward despite his apparent discomfort

>>49621717
>She whispers to him.
Just relax Ferry. The Commissarat can smell your fear.

>>49621775
Who and what are you?

>the comissar's visage invades his personal space

>>49621772
>The man only continues to smile in response.

I very much doubt that Major.

>>49621787
I, err... Ragaa, a guide.

>>49621798
Welcome to the guard, put on your standard issue armor and las rifle
you earned the privilege to die for the emperor in glorious combat

>Meanwhile, in one of the ship's many morgues, a man awakes on a cold metal sheet.

"It's fuckin pitch black, and colder then balls... I swear to god if I'm in another fucking coffin."

>Feeling around his chilly metal surroundings, he groans dejectedly, and begins banging on the sides making as much noise as he can.

>>49621823
Thanks, I... Think?
>Looks very uncertain but manages to smile

>>49621664
>The Crew move the tank in line with the rest, then continue with the repairs.

>>49621846
>diverts his atention back to the rest of the regiment

>>49621864
>despite the familiarity he does not give them an easy pass, inspecting them thorougly before letting them go
>as before, Anya gets the longest look

>>49621664
>>49621864
>Kane would move in line, swinging his tail in a circular motion
"Ready for spanking, sir!"

>>49621906
>punches him in the dick when he is close enough

>>49621906
END ME

>>49621785
Well, that's a relief.
>He waits for the inspection to end, although still seems nervous of the Inquisitor's presence

>>49621874
>The baseline crewmembers are fairly unperturbed by the inspection, continuing their work as usual.
>Anya, as always, shrinks at the scrutiny, and almost drops back inside the tank, but not quite.

>>49621924
>notices her reaction

Guardsman, come here.

>>49621664
>Malak is simply waiting for the Judgement, and the Sorrow to drop out if the warp so that they can deploy.

>>49621957
>After a few moments, Anya does, fully climbing out of the tank and sliding down the hull to stand at attention at Leon's feet.
>She looks....suitably terrified.

>>49622049
>leans closer

You dont seem too well. What is bothering you?

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>>49622073
>Upon entering the hanger, Jericho rolls his eyes for a moment at the sight before him walking towards the Commissar.

Sorry to interrupt you, M'lord. But I've just received word that we're about to drop out of Warp above the planet.

Apparently it's under a full on invasion.

>>49622140
Very good, finaly i can see the regiment in action properly.

>steps to the vox and announces to the regiment to prepare for deployment and throws in a short prayer

>>49622073
>"S-Scared I'll get a b-b-beating again sir. D-don't have to do anything wrong either, j-just being...what I am was usually enough f-for the others."
>She continues to look scared half to death, while the rest of the Crewmen stop their work to watch over the conversation.

>>49622170
Understood M'lord.

>He'd turn to face the men.

THIRD INFANTRY COMPANY! PREPARE TO MOVE OUT!

>>49622208
>The Leman Russ comes out of the woodworks
>Out of the hatch Jaemis stands to attention

Jaemis: "SIR YES SIR!"

>>49622170
>"Guess that means it's time to move out."

>He'd gather up his kit, before heading to his designated transport.

>>49622188
>he rubs his chin as he hears her out

>he looks up and laughs
No beating here, mutant. You are in the guard, and beating would only
hinder any progress, we need soldiers not punching bags
>pets her head
If i wanted to dish out punishmment it comes in bolter form,
now go back to the tank and continue being useful

Dismissed

>leaves to his transport along with his squad

>>49622233
>He'd glare at the russ boys commander.

I said THIRD INFANTRY COMPANY! WOULDNT YOU BE WITH ODDBALL IN THE SIXTH ARMORED COMPANY!?

>>49622188
>he'd be observing carefully, scared for Anya

>Checks his weapons and armor before going back to a secluded corner

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>>49622288
>He'd smack the heretical former Discipline Master roughly on the back,b before shoving a flak vest, and a lasgun into his hands.

You're with me heretic. Inquisitor Arnel's orders.

>>49622271
>Anya flinches as Leon raises his hand, but just as quickly relaxes....slightly, at the aforementioned petting.
>"I....yes sir. At once sir!"
>She's still scared, as the other Crewmen are concerned as she mounts the tank, but there's hope there too.
How?
>"What?"
>"That was unusually kind for a Commissar."
>"Da."
>"Ja."
>"Aye."
>"Mhm."

>>49622288
You can ride with u-
>>49622350
Oh. Nevermind....

>>49622282
Jaemis: "Oh....SORRY SIR! I MISHEARD YOU! WONT DO SO AGAIN!"

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>>49622333
>She'd smile at the Feral worlder after gathering her kit.

See you on the other side Ferry! If you find anything edible while down there, don't hesitate to bring me some to cook!

>She'd then board her awaiting transport with the rest of the fourth company.

>>49622389
>Looks at her go
>after she has left his line of sight, Ragaa starts eating his rations
>several day's worth of them

>>49622350
"Sir, tin man, yes,sir!"
>he'd sarcastically stand to attention

>>49622473
>He would squint his eyes at the heretic. His face hidden away by his helmet, but his aura still showing his anger.
... whatever Heretic. Just get suited and follow me.

Alright, pilot, takeoff

the enemy will not kill itself

>>49622540
Roger that, sir!
>Begins taking off
>Scared_of_having_commissar_on_board.jpeg

>>49622540
>>49622534
>>49622452
>>49622389
>>49622387
>>49622374
>>49622282
>The small Inquisitorial battleground would exit the warp around the world known as "Heratexia". A long barren world that was only recently rediscovered.
>Situated in orbit around the planet would be dozens upon dozens of ships. Some of which would bare the mark of the Ad Mechanicus, while the rest would bare the mark of... The Red Corsair's!
>All of which would be firing upon each other.
>The space around the planet would be filled with various kinds offighter craft, and weapon discharges would streak across the void.
>Whatever was happening above the planet, the regiment had just gotten thrown into the middle of it!

>>49622534
"Suited? Like what? A strap-on?"
>he'd follow him

>>49622654
>>49622682
>A second Valkyrie takes off and screams towards one of the Red Corsair's ships. Over the vox, Major Argus calls out
Don't wait up, I intend to take my time.

>>49622682
>voxes the admiral/captain

This is Comissar Lord Leon Guerre, open fire at the enemy vessles and advance at full speed ahead

in the meantime find their flagship, we are going to board it.

>>49622682
>The planet below would look no better. With this side of the planet covered in darkness, the scale of the conflict below can just be seen, as small dots of fiery red and oranges can occasionally be seen blooming upon its surface.

>>49622724
>voxes Cyril

Major, if you do not return to the main force this instance you will be declared a deserter and executed as one promptly.

>>49622682
>Ragaa enters the Valkyrie he's appointed to, and loads his lasgun

>>49622725
>A calm voice would be heard over the Commissars vox.

If you believe that to be the right choice Commissar, then I won't stop you. But I believe your orders are to deploy on the ground.

>>49622762
>the laughter of an entire squad of Stormtroopers almost drowns out Argus' response
Above your pay-grade, Guerre. Take it up with Inquisitor Laroque.
>quietly, Argus mumbles under his breath
Fucking idiot forgets who we are.

>>49622790
Being a veteran of many ground engagements i can assure you that airpower wins battles.
If our enemy is cut off from their air support they will be much less a nuisance

>>49622682
Throne not chaos pirates again...

Rolled 3, 7 = 10 (2d20)

>>49622762
>>49622775
>>49622724
>Upon seeing the sight of the newcomers, several Red Corsair's fighters would switch their targets to the troop transports being sent out. Their goal obvious to both sides pilots almost instantaneously.

>>49622824
>his face remains calm but his blood is boiling
>turns off his vox

I will remember this.

>>49622829
Pilot, fly us straight at their flagship, we must cut off their assault by beheading the snake

>>49622856
>holds on as the transport is rattled by grazing shots

>>49622829
Just keep us going straight towards the planet Wing Commander! And try to avoid any debris you come across. I'd rather it not be written that an entire squad of stormtroopers were killed before they set foot on the ground itself.

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>49622889
>>49622856

You're serious are you not?

Yeah you are.

She turns on the intercom.

ALRIGHT EVERYONE STRAP TO YOUR SEATS AND GET READY... It's going to be a bumpy ride...

>She'd then proceed to drive towards the enemy flagship, trying to avoid enemy fire.
>Rollan to avoid fire

>>49622889
>the laughter stops. Argus' voice changes from smug asshole to rage-filled asshole
Oh, will you now? That's good. I was afraid I'd have to jump out of this Valkyrie and inbed it in your skull. Fucking Commissariat. Only reason they're around is because they're slightly less chicken-shit than grunts.

>>49622914
>he'd be petting his pistols, cigar burning
"When do I shoot people?"
>as Kane, excitedly shaking with a giant strap on
"And when do i penetrate people?"

>>49622954
>observes the incoming fire and takes a breath trough his nose
So be it.

>>49622970
>Cyril never heard the comissar's remark, as he turned off the vox before he spoke to himself.

>>49622914
>>49622954
I'M NOT PRECISELY SCARED OF THE DEBRIS!

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>49622856
>Is strapped to his seat, mumbling continuously as the valkyrie continues its approach
rolling to avoid larger damage, the paintjob will be kill either way

>>49622954
>>49622999
>>49622914
>>49622889
>Doing her best to avoid the damage, the Valk takes hits. Many hits. Almost to the point of total disaster as the fighters covering it's flight are shot down one by one before Vic's driving out on the open.

>She nonetheless lands the vessel, crashing it on the enemy flagship.

Awww... my Valk... again...

>>49622999
>>49623005

Pilot, aim the valkyre at their bridge, if we fall we will not fall in vein.

>>49620701
>>>/qst/
Fucking cancer, all of you.

>>49623058
>Kane would go check on her
"Are you alright, darling?"
>meanhwile the stranger would bust out of the ship, taking the nearest cover

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>49623058
>>49623060

>he picks himself from the ground of the transport
Well, alive enough.

i hope,
squad, report.
>roll for squad damage

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>>49623102
>Not a quest
>Still redirected to /qst/

>>49623122
Most of you are still alive, good.

Onwards then.

>the men go out into the Corsair's flagship

>>49623102
This is roleplay, not a quest. Fuck off.

>>49623115
I could have ended worse, like the last crash...

I lost the Crown again...

>Kane might or might not notice Vic's not wearing the Vest anymore as Kane's a friend now.

>>49623193
>After a beat of waiting, something else slams into the Hull nearby.

>>49623193
>he'd check her for wounds, and notice the lack of vest
>"If you need any help, scream, alright? Try to answer me."

>>49623193
>Malak shakes off the disoriention from the harsh crash.

I hope this isn't your worst landing Ma'am...

>He'd the emergency ramp override to open the transport, before heading out into the hanger. Firing upon anything still alive within.

That will buy us all of about thirty seconds before those doors open and a squad of Devastators and other pirates come through.

>>49623140
So what's the an now?

>>49623264
R-right I'm just shaken from the crash, it's not as disastrous as the last one because we didn't enter orbit but it's not going to fly by itself out of here... not without repairs...

>>49623207
Did you hear that?!

>>49623288
>>49623264
>>49623207
>>49623193
>joins up with them

Rolled 7, 13, 19, 19, 11 = 69 (5d20)

>>49623288
>eyes the heretics
Open fire.

>the stormtroopers and guerre open fire on the vile forces of chaos

>>49623289
>"Could you fly this ship?"
>"Try to tell me with your mind"

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>49623207
>Near where the hammerhead smashed in, another person slams into the hull

Jaemis: "LETS GOOOOO!!!!"

>Holdrin fires from the bolter turret at any pirates in sight, if there are any.

>>49623289
Make the first bit greentext because mindspeak

>>49623289
>A few moments after this, everyone near the impact site would be subjected to the groan of tortured metal, along with the stench of said metal melting.
>This would reveal a Boarding Torpedo, out of which comes a familiar Skimmer, hovering about in all it's not quite fully repaired glory.

>>49623316
>The local forces inside the mostly empty hanger are killed. Leaving it empty for the moment.

>On the ships bridge.

So... the prey try to take our own ship from is... this shall indeed be fun.
>He'd activate the ships intercom.

All hands. We have intruders with hanger bay 4. Bring me their skulls. Leave the rest to be airlocked.

>>49623337
>stares at this happening, quite dumbfounded
This is common in yer regiment, ain't it?

>the Valkyrie carrying Argus and his squad bursts into the hangers of one of the enemy ships Multiple voices can be heard yelling
"Altman, use your hand grenades!"
"Dammit, they've got a flamer!"
>the sounds of a struggle dominate the vox
"Shoot, shoot! Over by the stairs!"
"The pilots are going to be unloading on us soon!"
>over it all, Major Argus can be heard
COME ON, YOU WRETCHED TRAITORS! THIS IS HARDLY A FIGHT!

>>49623374
Onwards men, do not give them a moment of respite

>they advance towards the bridge

>>49623374
>The various crew upon hearing this, quickly arm up, and make their way to the hanger. Setting up an ambush in the hallways outside of it.
>Alongside them would be a full squad of Devastators. Their heavy bolters primed for when the door is finally opened up.

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>49623421
>suspiciously scans the area with his commissar-issue nose of ambush detection

>>49623319
>"A whole flagship?! No way!"
>>49623288
>>49623374
>Gets behind cover with a boltpistol

>>49623337
>Very happy to see the tankers

Rolled 2, 6, 10, 19, 18, 3 + 2 = 60 (6d20 + 2)

>>49623404
>The moment they exit the hangers, a stream of bullets and lasrounds are fired upon them.

>>49623403
>Sadly for the major, two squads of pirates, and a three Marines stand in his way.

first three for commissars group. Last three are for the Majors.

>>49623404
>>49623440
>follows the Commissar, looking around frantically
>Is behind him

>>49623374
>>49623404
>After killing some chaos pirates, they proceed towards the bridge

Jimmy: "Are we technically navy people now?"

Fritz: "No. We're the raiding party."

>They continue their way to the bridge, following the commisar

Rolled 1, 10, 17, 20 = 48 (4d20)

>>49623440
I smell heresy
Get down!

>>49623453
One of the stormtroopers gets shot to death

GRENADES!
>the men pull their pins and throw from cover

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>49623421
>he'd run in front of them with nothing but a strap-on
"Knock-Knock, you miserable, ship-fetish fucks!"
>roll for attention

>>49623476
>Takes cover and waits for things to quiet down

Rolled 11 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>49623453
>>49623476
>The tank takes no damage as the bullets bounce off of it

>Holdrin opens fire with the bolter turret

Holdrin: "EAT THIS YOU EMPEROR DAMNED SACK OF CHAOS SHIIIIIIIITS!"

>Bonus because trained in use

>>49623379
Yes actually. Sometimes the Transports are just too slow.

>>49623451
>"E-Ey Vic, how do you keep doing this?"

>In the background of the combat, the Hammerhead does......various combat-y things.

Rolled 6, 16, 19, 20 + 5 = 66 (4d20 + 5)

>>49623506
You! Run out there or i will shoot you myself!
NOW CHAARGE

>the squad charges into melee after the grenades explode
>power weapon expertiese bonus for the comissar

Rolled 11, 19, 10, 4, 9 = 53 (5d20)

>>49623476
>One of the ambush squads is wasted in its entirety by the grenades. But the other squad, as well as the Devastators are left unaffected.
>They then proceed to return fire upon the Commissar, and those who boarded with him.

Let the Dogs of the false Emperor die before our combined might!

>>49623539
By loosing all the ships covering me and piloting damaged ships.

I'm glad you guys came to my rescue again.

>>49623547
>>49623554

>comissar group roll 66 vs chaos group roll 53

>chaos gets purged this day

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>49623547
>Holdrin stops firing as the tank moves forward into the charge with the commissar
>rolling for purging chaos pirates

>>49623555
>>49623555
>"G-Guess we'll need to get your Valk fixed up a-again....."

>there's a massive explosion over the vox
VOID SHIELDS ARE DOWN! GRAB THE RELIC AND LET'S FUCKING GO!

>>49623547
>>49623569
>>49623598
I... Don't think you should waste the shot. Besides, it seems I'd only get in your way.

Rolled 14, 19, 14, 13, 5 = 65 (5d20)

>>49623497
>The slanesshii cultist is ignored, seeing as how he is worthless.

>>49623547
>Another squad is wiped out by the Commissars fire, but two more arrive to take its place you boarded a chaos space marine cruiser. They've got hundreds of men to throw at you guys right now

>The Devastators, knowing that the guardsmen will give up if he dies, focus all their fire upon the Commissar before them. First three rolls.
>Ine of the reinforcement squads throes a Krak grenade towards the russ boys, hopeing to already disable it (forth roll)
>The future squad attnepts to keep the others pinned down.

>>49623625
>turns mid-melee to look at the incoming enemies

>is blasted to pieces before he can order another charge, his body flies back, bionics blink and die

>squad broken

>>49623625
>>49623661
No...
>Takes cover and draws his knife

Rolled 18, 2 + 5 = 25 (2d20 + 5)

>>49623625
>The grenade does some damage, but the tank persists with its many hard platings

Jimmy: "NOOOO! WE JUST PAINTED IT YESTERDAY!"

Holdrin: "YOU SACK OF DICKS!"

Jaemis: "OPEN FIRE THEN YOU IDIOTS!"

>Rolling for bolter turret fire and the tank taking missile shots
>Bonus because ruined paint job

>>49623603
If you guys can cover me for long enough I can probably fix it's engines so it flies back our ship when the stormies and the commissar finish their mission here.

>>49623700
Deal.
>The Hammerhead positions it's self next to the Valk crash site, ensuring that any Heretics that come nearby cease existing.

Which is code for "I need to disappear for half an hour and if the Hammerhead gets magically deaded -again- by the time I get back, I'm going up several weight classes of Tau gear.

Rolled 7 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>49623661
Holdrin: "Oh fuck..."

Jaemis: "Shit! Fritz, go get the commisar out of there! Holdrin will cover you!"

Fritz: "Fucking finally, someone gets hurt!"

>Rolling for Fritz to get commissar out of there and revive him. Bonus because covering fire.

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>49623775
>Anya dismounts the Tank and runs over to help Fritz, hopefully she'll do better, with her........'training'.

>the Valkyrie rockets out of the hanger of the enemy ship

>just as something else moves in

>>49623758
>Begins repairing Valk.
Which is code of I'm back to class, wil be lurking wilst working on Databases from time to time, don't expect me to post much.

Rolled 11, 19, 13 = 43 (3d20)

>>49623687
>One of the reinforcement squads is wiped out, but from the look of things, another one will arrive next turn.

>With the Commissar already out if the fight, the Devastators know that the puny guardsmen before them will fall soon enough. It is only a matter of time.
>Still, they continue to press forward, fireing large quantities of rounds at the Commissars retinue. First ttwo rolls.
>The other squad attempts to keep the others pinned down

Rolled 5, 9, 12 + 5 = 31 (3d20 + 5)

>>49623814
>spits blood and gasps
>sits up with agony in his eyes

SToRmtoopers!
>gasp
ACT LIKE YOUR RANK AND GET THOSE...FUCKING.... HERETIICs!

>coughs and lays back down
>>49623834

>the stormtroopers jump in fear and charge in melee, guns blazing
>bonus for fear of comissar wrath

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>Tries to shoot some corsairs behind a cover
>Meanhwile, Kane jumps on a marine and rides him rodeo style

>>49623845
>"C-Cam down sir....y-you need to save your strength!"
>With the man still in danger of dying immediately however, Anya continues patching him up, or at least making sure he won't die of blood loss any time soon.

Rolled 15 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>49623775
>>49623814
>She was loosing him until Anya came to help

Fritz: "Thank the emperor you showed up, cat. Fuck, this would have been bad."

>>49623845
>She stays by his side as his aide, making sure he survives this ordeal

>>49623834
>Holdrin gets slammed with bullets in one of his arms

Holdrin: "FUCK!"

Jaemis: "Holdrin! Get down, ill take your place!"

>They switch
>Rolling for attack with bolter turret and missiles against devastator squad
>Bonus because fresh hands on the gun

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>49623834
>Breathes heavily and screams
>He charges at the Astartes, trying to stab the closest one with his knife

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>draws his hand cannon, loading in the six large bullets he lets out a sigh and mutters a short prayer to the god emprah and fires into the oncoming swarm of heretics.
may you find no respite or mercy where you're going.

Rolled 6, 4, 11, 9 = 30 (4d20)

>>49623859
>The Devastator that Kane jumps upon merely throes him off of his massive bulk, all the while attempting to tear apart the loyalists before him. First two rolls for Devastators.
>The new set of reinforcements arrive and begin to open fire at the tank. 3rd roll.
>The forth squad attempts to keep the others pinned down. Last roll, and plus two to all heretic rolls next turn if it achieves 18 or higher.

>With her task finished, Anya returns to the Hammerhead to keep covering the Crown.

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>49623886
>>49623845
>observes his men getting thrown around like kittens in a river borne bag
>grunts
I trained them better than this.. either way they better die now than face my gun for losing morale...

>looks up at anya and just looks at her for a moment
Thank.. you

>he leans on a wall and tries to get up on his feet

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>49623938
>slips and falls, he keeps trying to get proper footing not to appear weak
>tries to stand up again

>>49623938
>With Anya gone, Fritz helps the commissar to his feet

"Your orders, sir?"

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>49623952
>falls again, less painfuly this time
Not now emperor damn it..

>he tries again

>>49623955
Dont let up, and give me a stim, we must continue the onslaught, make them feel the preassure

Rolled 19, 7 + 5 = 31 (2d20 + 5)

>>49623894
>Tow of the Devastators go down. Their bodies blown to bits by the missile
>>49623897
>The guardsmen gets damned lucky, and manages to take down another of the Devastators while he is disoriented by the missile blast. One die for the remaining Devastators.
>>49623918
A squad of regulars are all but wiped out by the new face.
>The remaining Devastators turn their attentions towards Ragaa and open fire point blank at him +5
>The remaining squad orders for more reinforcements to arrive.
>Next turn an additonal squad will appear.

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>49623980
>he slips again, he curses under his breath and tries to get up AGAIN
Come on, damnation

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>49623999
>>49624000

>he finaly manages to get proper footing and stands up
>draws his boltpistol and fires into the enemy forces

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>49623918
"Nice cannon you got there"
>he'd fire some bullets against the devastators

Rolled 18 - 6 (1d20 - 6)

>>49623999
>Attempts to take cover behind the corpse
>-6 for literally no time to react

Rolled 5 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>49623980
>She produces a stim from her satchel and gives him the appropriate dose

>>49624000
WWWWWWWWWITNESSED
>She smiles

Fritz: "You aint gone on us yet, old man."

>She looks to the russ boys

Fritz: "GIVE EM HELL!"

>They do so with a fury, still angry over the ruined paint. They focus on the devastator and the other squad

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>49623999
>grins at the carnage he's caused before grabbing a large wrench and charging into melee range.
FOR THE THRONE!

Rolled 13, 13 = 26 (2d20)

>>49624025
thank you kindly, did a damn site better than this useless bloody wrench.
>he would throw the wrench into the oncoming swarm of men and swing a knuckle duster punch at the devastator.

Rolled 2, 6 = 8 (2d20)

>>49624036
>Unfortunately for him, bullets are a hell of a lot faster than a feral worlder guide, and he is pelted by heavy bolter rounds.

>>49624041
>Sadly, the remaining g Devastators are unaffected by the shots.

>>49624025
>As with the russ boys.

>>49624021
>The Commissar manages to kill several members if the other squad.

>At this point, another squad shows up and begins to fire upon the commisar. First roll.
>With the feral worlder out, the Marines focus their fire upon the stranger. Second roll.
>Another squad will show up next turn.

>>49624036
>>49624085
>he is torn apart by the bolter fire, yet some life remains in the mangled wreck of a man
>However, he bleeds profusely and is two legs, an arm and a hand short

>>49624074
Hey kid we got a discord. Use this https://discord.gg/udcFf

Rolled 7 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>49624085
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tPUImyNf64w

>the shots whizz past him

>the stims kick in and he shoots all of this magazine in the newcomers
>bonus for expending all the ammo at once
>penalty is a round to reload

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>49624085
>The shots from the devastators and squad do nothing to the tank

>Fire is returned. Hopefully tenfold.

Rolled 92 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>49624096
>Fritz notices the broken man. She rushes to grab him quickly and drag him to safety

>Rolling with bonus because trained stormtrooper medic

>>49624155
>Mumbles as he is dragged away, barely conscious
Please... No more. Stop screaming... Don't come closer...

Rolled 37 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>49624193
Fritz: "Shut up, im going to stabilize you!"

>She gets to work with her medicinal skills

Rolled 6, 6, 7 = 19 (3d20)

>>49624074
>>49624116
>>49624136
>Unfortunately for the guardsmen, their shots do nothing to stop the wave of chaos before them.
>At this point, reinforcements arrive. 3dice to use.
>The Devastators focus their fire upon the Rudolph, seeing his heavier weapon as a threat to themselves. First roll.
>The recent arrivals begin to throw several Krak grenades against the russ boys. Wanting to fully take it out if the fight. Second roll. +2 for Krak being good against armor.
>The second squad begins firing upon the stranger. 3rd roll.
>Another squad will be here next turn.

>>49624218
>reloads the bolt pistol and shouts words of encouragments to inspire the men

Tear down their men, the imperium will never lose to the likes of traitors and perverts, fight will all your might, the emperor watches over you! Ever onwards!

Rolled 16, 4 = 20 (2d20)

>>49624218
my who's a pretty boy then?
>dodges the bolter fire and steps forwards planting the muzzle of his hand cannon into his opponents chest and firing twice.

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>49624248
>prays for a miracle

Rolled 8 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>49624218
>He'd jump out of the cover, shooting at the devastators
>+5 for risky business

Rolled 19 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>49624214
>The Feral worlder is stabalized.

>>49624218
>The Krak grenades do little to nothing to the mighty Russ
>Fire with bonus because of Commissar's encouraging words

>>49624214
>>49624310
No, it was your fault... Don't go into the fog...
>He keeps on raving, although he seems calm enough and beyond tiring himself he isn't further making his condition worse

>one of the Red Corsairs' ships explodes

>a flight of Fury Interceptors race away from the crippled vessel at high speed, rolling and diving through heavy anti-fighter gunfire while travelling to their next objective

>>49624288
>over many frequencies, Photon 1, the flight's leader, calls out
Zis is Photon 1 of Photon Squadron, we are currently moving to engage ze enemy capital ship's fighters in preparation for a Starhawk run! Are zere still friendly units on-board?

>>49624358
Copy that, plenal regiment command on board in hangar #

If you would be so kind, please bring the pain straight to the bridge will full force.

Rolled 14, 5, 2 = 21 (3d20)

>>49624261
>One if the squad's takes a few hits but doesn't lose focus.
>>49624288
>The false Emperor can do nothing to help you now. +1 for failed prayers.
>>49624310
>An entire squad is wiped out from the combined fire.
>>49624261
>The Devastator nanages to avoid the worst of the fire, taking a shit to his shoulder. But does not go down.

>A new squad comes and replaces the old. 3 dice.
>The Devastators focus fire upon Rudolph. Their weapons now at point blank range. +5 on top of +1 from the failed prayers of a Commissar.
>>49624310
>The regular Joe's, having had enough from the tank, toss a couple more Krak grenades at it. +1 from failed prayers.
>>49624291
>The second squad attempts to fire upon the stranger. Killing intent in their heretical eyes.
>A new squad will arrive next turn.

>>49624396
Roger, roger. Relaying zat to ze Starhawks. In ze meantime...
>an massive ball of fire zips past the hanger door, followed quickly by a Fury Interceptor
Zere needs to be some cleaning done.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>49624397
>the combined fire at point blank range smashes into his left arm ripping it clean off, the blast knocks him down allowing him to avoid the rest of the bolter fire.
>getting up he looks down at his missing arm and sighs again.
I liked that arm... I really did.
>flings his now empty hand cannon away he squares up against the devastator leader and slaps him around the face.
you and me bucko, man to man.

Rolled 3 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>49624346
>Fritz shakes her head

Fritz: "Past guilt I assume. Poor bastard. I know how that is."

>>49624397
>The Krak grenades still do not penetrate the armor of the mighty Russ
>But you did mess up the paint more

Jimmy: "YOU GOD DAMN SONS OF BITCHES!"

>He takes the gun
>Rolling with bonus for rage of lost paint job and fresh hands on the gun

Rolled 2 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>49624397
>draws his power sword

We live, we die, we live again.
I will redeem my honor in the name of the emperor.

I will not be a faliure

FOR THE EMPEROOOOR!

>he charges out of cover and uses all of his remaining streingth, bionics and experince with the sword to engage the foul heretics in melee to atone for his bad judgement

>>49624482

>
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_V2sBURgUBI

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>49624453
>Fritz sees the commissar going to his death

Fritz: "FOR FUCKS SAKE!"

>She runs to help him, unsheathing her las pistol and firing at the heretics

>>49624539
>Meant for >>49624482

Everyone! Pull back from the Heretic Forces!

'old formation. We're almost done.
>to Photon 1's left, Photon 3 disappears in a mess of fire, metal and shrapnel.
Srone. Zis is getting too 'ot. 4, take his place. Ze Starhawks'll be here soon.

>Lt. Col. Francois Guerin looks to the ship
Zey need to get out fast.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>49624397
>he'd take a hit to the stomach
"God damn!"
>he'd pull a few more shots before pulling back

Rolled 20, 4, 18, 3, 2 = 47 (5d20)

>>49624453
>The mans hand is definitely broken from trying to slap a Spacemarine head on. Of that there is no doubt. Weither he survives doing it has yet to be seen.

>>49624465
>The attached does little to harm the majority of the pirates.

>>49624482
>Unfortunately for the Commissar, his wounds, and the space marines marital prowess make his attacks look like a child having a temper tantrum.

>A new squad arrives to reinforce. +1 die.
>The corsair marine that had been slapped lets out a small chuckle, before dropping his weapon.
>"It will be fun breaking your every individual bone after this." 1st roll with a plus 4 for brute strength and the man being injured.
>The remaining Devastator begins an intense melee brawl with the Commissar before him. 2nd roll. With +5
>>49624465
>Two of the squad's throws Krak grenades at the russ. Pissed beyond measure at this point. 3rd 4th rolls respectively +2 each
>The third squad attacks the stranger. 5th roll.
>Another squad will arrive next turn.

Rolled 9, 12, 13 = 34 (3d20)

>>49624652
The Hammerhead scrubs declare that it is time to stop, and so, they focus their....excessive complement of weapons on the Heretics not currently engaged in CQB.

>>49624652
>rudolph is quite literally torn in half, his body goes limp in the space marines arms.
ha. you call that ripping me in half?
>coughing up a LOT of blood he blinks slowly and swings a limp punch at the marines face, he barely manages to smear blood on the opponents visor before he dies.

Engines repaired people, send me a radio call when you need a lift off!

>>49624594
>Fritz drags the feral worlder back
>The tank starts retreating, giving the wounded cover from the attacks

>until....

>>49624652
>BOOM
>The Tank's hull goes to shit, being blown apart

Jaemis: "SHIT! THIS THING IS TRASHED, LETS GO!"

>He escapes from the hatch

Jaemis: "JIMMY! HOLDRIN! LETS G....."

>He sees something

>His face drains of blood

>He backs away from the tank

"....no....No NO NO!!"

>He plunges back in and tries to grab something

"NO! DONT YOU TWO DARE GO ON ME! NOT AGAIN!"

Frisk: "Jaemis we have to go!"

Jaemis: "NO! IM NOT LEAVING THEM!"

Frisk: "IF THEYRE DEAD, THEN ITS TOO LATE! LETS GO!"

Jaemis: "I......"

>His fist clenches on something from inside. He lingers a bit longer before he gets off the tank with a sold demeanor

>They get to the hammer head with the feral worlder in tow.

>>49624751
Boarding party, zis is Photon 1! Ze Starhawks are coming now!
>cursing and swearing in Elysian
On top of zat, an enemy fighter squadron is engaging us! Your exfil window is getting smaller and smaller!
>muffled booms
DION!

>>49624802
>Putin backs the Hammerhead back into the Boarding Torpedo.
Yo we better bug outta here right sharpish.

>>49624751
>"This is going to shit girl! Start the emperor-damn engine!"

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>49624833
Damn it...

>>49624853
>"Understood!"

>After much effort because of the crash, Vic readies the valk's engines.
>The Valk lifts off, but doesn't leave, it rather hovers over where it crashed.

Please be working please be working...

>She tries to make the frontal lascannon work.

>>49624899
Fuck! My weapons are a no-go guys! I won't be able to cover your way back to the Valk!

Rolled 2, 5, 14, 2, 4 = 27 (5d20)

>>49624624
>Sadly, his shots would miss.
>>49624681
>The hammerhead manages to kill a few heretics and pirates, but not enough to resolve any squads.


>A new squad arrives. +1 dice
>With the Emperor's loyalists falling back, the Devastators opening fire upon the surviving russ crew and Frisk. 1st roll.
>One of the squad's firestheir lasguns upon the stranger. 2nd roll
>Two of the squad's have had absolutely enough to do with tanks to last a life time. Each squad throwing a few Krak grenades to end it's reign of terror. 3rd and 4th roll respectively. +2 two each.
>One if the squad's fire upon Victoria. Not ranting their prey to escape. 5th roll

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>49624930
>the shots would miss him
"Dirty, heretic, pig fuckers!"
>shoots at the assailants

Rolled 6 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>49624930
>looks out across the carnage and sees her brothers corpse.
Rudolph no!
>pulls a rocket launcher from the clutches of a dead heretic and fires at the devastators.

>>49624917
>he'd dash into the ship
"Shit's going awol, darling!"

>>49625010
We ain't leaving anyone behind!

>>49624955
while running towards the Valk

>>49624930
>They avoid the shots and get the wounded feral worlder into a boarding torpedo that will go back to the main ship
>Jaemis looks back at the scum heretics
>His blood boils
>He grabs onto two incendiary grenades from his pouch and throws them into the heretical hoard before boarding the torpedo with Fritz and the feral worlder

>>49624930
>The Hammerhead's armour is lightly damaged, and the Comms Antennae re-snapped.
>Further attempts to destroy the vehicle are for naught, as the Boarding Torp, and all the people who retreated on itWhich peeps are free to retroactively add to this list bugger off back to the base ship.

Rolled 8 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>49625049
>Forgot to roll

>>49625029
Starhawks inbound!
>a Fury Interceptor tumbles past the hanger in pieces
We can't keep ze enemy at bay much longer! You need to be out now!

>>49625049
>slips on board with them, tears streaming down her face
he's gone... I can't go on without him.

>>49625073
Throne Frack!
I CAN'T JUST LEAVE THEM BEHIND! IT WILL BE A CARNAGE IF I DO! FIND A WAY TO KEEP THOSE FIGHTERS AT BAY!

>>49625079
>Frisk attends to the Feral guide
>Jaemis puts in the command to leave
>He sits down, his hands gripping tightly on something.

Jaemis: "........We all lose people, kid. You just got to......Remember them from now on..."

>>49625110
>the tone of Guerin's voice shifts from desperation to determination, even as more and more of his pilots die to the growing number of enemy fighters
It'll be done.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=80XAJKqRU9k

>>49625117
>BTW the door is closed so its gonna be a safe travel back to home ship

>>49625117
he was only here a few hours ago... we had recaf together this morning.
>she starts to sob on your shoulder.
sorry...

Rolled 4, 10, 15, 7 = 36 (4d20)

>>49624955
>The shots would miss, or deflect off the armor of the enemy forces.
>>49624989
>Sadly, Diane's rocket would go flying and blow a section of wall up. Doing little else.
>>49625063
>One of the squad's is caught in the blast and is burned alive. -1die

>With the False Emperor's forces in full retreat. The Marines open fire upon Diane with their heavy bolters. 1st roll.
>Right as Jaemis and Frisk are boarding. Torpedo, one if the squad's fire upon them. 2nd roll.
>As the Hammerhead tank is entering it's own boarding tube, one of the squad's attempt to throw a Krak grenade into the pod. 3rd roll.
>As the survivors of this failed assault are about to take off. The remaining squad attempts to fire upon the Valkyrie in an attempt to destroy it.

>>49625139
>Jaemis nods

Jaemis: "Its alright...You aint alone on this ride...."

>>49625164
>The torpedo shakes slightly from the assault but is undaunted as it returns to the ship.

>>49625164
>No significant damage inflicted.

>>49625164
>>49625051
>Breathing deeply, gasping for air
"Nothing but blanks today. Goddamnit"

>With those few survivors left with no torpedoes to leave on, Vic takes off.

PHOTON SQUADRON WE'RE LEAVING! I REPEAT WE'RE LEAVING!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6hpReqjTrA

>>49625235
>shaking she wipes the tears from her eyes and smiles softly.
thank you.

>>49625316
Acknowledged. Photon 2, Photon 6, accompany the Valkyrie back to their ship.
>deep breath
I'll cover the Starhawks.

>>49625316
>The wound Valkyrie is fired upon by the heretical pirates, even as it attempts to flee the hanger.
>Thankfully, nothing they do manages to bring down the barely held together Valkyrie, and it manages to escape the hanger.

>Outside in the void, the battle continues to carry on. With both fleets pumbling each other all around.
>Off in the distance, a badly damaged Pirate vessel Rana itself into a mechanicum cruiser. Causing it voids shields to flicker out, and the ship itself to be struck and destroyed, in a massive and fiery explosion.

>>49625136
>Thankfully, Vic's Valk is able to disengage from the ships, as local fighters are to busy during with fury's to intercept.

>>49625320
>He betrays for himself a small smile

Jaemis: "Your welcome, Ms... Whats your name, actually?"

>>49625362
>>49625421
We're going to make it! Hold on everyone! We'll make it! If it Flies I can make it reach destination damn it!
>That last line was more a reminder for herself rather than to calm down the others about the explosions

>>49625425
Diane Kennedy, Rudolphs younger sister, we ony got moved her a few days ago, we were both smugglers you see.
>she's tearing up again.
and you?
>she asks between sobs.

>>49625421
>Down upon the planet, things are only getting worse, and those elements of the regiment who were too far away from the Commissar to follow his order, had long ago landed.
>The planet itself is barren, save for the ruins of long lost hive cities from The dark age of Technology. One of which is where the Mechanicus, and local imperial forces are currently staged.

>>49625466
>Guerin grimaces, and says to himself
They'll make it.

>the Starhawks begin their run on the ship, bombs tearing holes into the things hull. Not enough to completely destroy it, but the capital ship is certainly going to be at a disadvantage if it engages any Imperial Navy vessels.

>Guerin is left alone with the enemy squadron.

>>49625316
>>49625273
>>49625249
>>49625235
>An image pops up, depicting two people, one of them, a goatee'd Lord Commissar in standard uniform, save his brown hat, which looks like something one might find on a Frontier World -His Commissariat Cap Badge pinned to the front, obviously-.
>The other, is a likewise, normal looking 'walrus' mustache'd human, dressed in the immaculate dress uniform of a Mechanicus Factor and a black beret.
>The pair are standing infront of a table covered in blueprints, as well as various spare parts.

>>49625466
>Kane would be enwrapped in a purple cloak
"You can. I'm sure of it"
>even he didn't know why he eas spouting words of encouragement

>>49625485
>Malak would slide in into cover behind a pile of burning wreckage that was once a Leman russ tank, just as a group pirate forces begin firing upon him and several others.

>"Emperor help me right now."

HOLD THE LINE! DO NOT LET THEM LOOT THE ARCHEOTECH WITHIN!

>He'd fire a few shots back at the pirates, before getting back behind the tank.

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>49625508
>>49625552
>The ship makes it to the hangar... landing... safely-ish.

>Or rather as safe as it can land in the state it was.

I MADE IT WITH THE OVERHEATED ENGINES!

Ahem.

Of course I made it... There was never a danger of engine explosion... Nope... none at all...

>Rollan to make sure engines don't get on fire because she jinxed herself by saying that aloud

>>49625473
Jaemis: "Jaemis. Artillery expert for the Imperial Penal Regiment. We came here after we received news that the planet was under attack. We came to try and help, and the rest is history.....Your brother was a good man down there. He probably saved some lives and allowed some of us to get out of here..."

>>49625541
>Frisk looks at the screen
>She salutes to the commissar
>Jaemis gives a proper salute from his sitting position

>>49625649
>sniffs loudly
pleased to meet you,
>she would shake his hand limply.
he was pugalist and stupidly proud, knowing him he probably died trying to punch a space marine.

>>49625541
>the goatee'd would start speaking, while the walrus would just stare, dead inside
"Have you ever felt like some things we tell you are lies? Or impossible?"
"WELL WE ARE HERE TO TEST THAT! I'm Adam!"
"And I'm Jamie"
"And we...are the"
>the screen would show a large title saying Heresybusters
"Researching the myths you suggest, and proving them heretical-"
>shows large explosion
"Or loyal"
>even larger explosion
"Along with our B-team, we show you the truth behind things..."
"...and blow"
>explosion
"Stuff"
>explosion
"Up"
>explosion followed by title

>>49625621
>The engines start a fire.
>Vic goes out raging curses left and right as she extinguishes them with towels

>ammunition... running low

>missiles... 1 left.

>kills... didn't count 'em.

Zis is Lieutenant Colonel Francois Guerin to any friendly fighters in the area.

>THUMP

I did what I could.

>>49625689
Jaemis: "He did. But if its any comfort, he did so bravely and with glory. He died a good man, like many others down there..."

>>49625745
>Frisk stares on, dumbfounded
>Jaemis cocks his head in confusion

Jaemis: "Is there a remote on this torpedo?"

Frisk: "None that I know of."

>>49625752
>He'd gigle
"You need help there?"

>>49625808
>she would sigh loudly at this.
what a fucking idiot...
>laughing bitterly she would draw her hand cannon and show it to her new friend.
we had matching hand cannons don't you know, we stole them off of some lords mantlepiece.
>laughing at the memory she would rest her head on your shoulder.
so what do you do around here?

>>49625752
>The Hammerhead comes floating over, now missing it's Comms Antennae -again-, as well as having one of the drones Disabled.
>Anya, Churchill and Putin jump out with extinguishers and help Vic put out the fire.

>>49625835
Don't worry it's fine it's all under control the fire's put o-

>>49625864
Excessively put out now

>>49625859
>He chuckles at her story

Jaemis: "Well, I mostly blow stuff up with tanks and explosives. With me is....sorry....were Jimmy and Holdrin. I knew them since.....forever, really. We rode in tanks and did out thing, me leading the charge while Holdrin shot from his turrets and Jimmy would shoot missiles. The Stormtrooper tending to the feral worlder is Fritz. The regiment picked her up a few weeks ago on some chaos infested planet. She keeps us healthy."

>Frisk waves and says hi nonchalantly

>>49625864
>Kane would think of something
>he'd "stumble" and push Anya into Vic's reach
>giggling unnoticeably
"Sorry,eh?"

>>49625974
oh, I'm sorry for your loss, it's tough eyy?
>she'd smile up at him, her head still resting on his shoulder.

>>49625978
>>49625864
Hey careful!
>Grabs Anya before she falls.

>>49626002
>He turns solemn for a moment

Jaemis: "Yeah. It is. You watch two of your best friends die in the same place you thought you were safe, and it gets to you a bit."

>His hand loosens its grip on the things in his hand
>They make clinking sounds

"But if that commissar is alive, then so help me emperor......"

>He sighs

"You got any place to stay after this?"

>>49625944
>>49625978
>>49626056
>"I....a-are you...."
>Anya lets out a surprised Yelp as she is shoved forward, thankfully being caught by Vic.
>Which Anya turns around as she drops the fire extinguisher to regard the pilot with a critical eye, and a pair of critical hands.
>Of course meaning she's looking for injuries.
>"I-I are you o-okay? I s-saw the crashed Valkyrie! I should h-have put more g-guns on it, o-or gotten heavier a-armour for it then maybe y-you'd be okay!"
>The Felinid is....obviously quite frantic.
>"Should have been b-better.....that's the w-way it always is....."

>Putin and Churchill merely look on with confused expressions.

>>49626110
womans quarters on the ship, nothing special, why? what are you thinking?
my minds telling me nooooooo

>>49626148
Hey hey hey hey!

I'm ok. Just a few scratches. The land crashed better than last time. And it wasn't your fault, not possibly, the Commissar ordered me to go straight into the enemy fire... it was either being stupid with high percentage of dying... or 100% dying by Bullet to head. On any other scenarios, I'd have known my limitations

>>49626203
>"I....b-but you.....the Valkyrie was on f-fire! A-And Commissars don't have authority o-over the Navy anyway s-so you would h-have been fine, b-but you went in and g-got all shot up a-and you c-could have died again and....a-and it's not f-fair! Nice people like y-you should have to go t-through that once, nevermind t-twice!"
>Anya hugs herself to Vic tightly, as if worried she'd disappear if she didn't.

>>49626149
BUT MY BODY
Jaemis: "Well.....The minotorum is gonna take forever to get me a new crew, so I have to find my own men and women to join me until then. I was wondering if you are interested in joining my crew at least temporarily until the minotorum can get me some experienced hands."
MY BODY IS TELLING ME YEEEAAAHHHH

>>49626203
>he'd lean against the tank giggling
"Did Anya have any boyfriends before?"

>>49626315
>she would pull herself away from him and look him in the eye.
you sure you want a sneaky smuggler like me? I mean I can punch pretty hard but I don't know if I'll be much use in a tank.
>she would then pull him into a tight hug.
okay you've got yourself a deal, thank you...

>>49626310
>She hugs back.
If this commissar was crazy enough to order me into a trail of fire, he was crazy enough to blam me for insubordination...

>>49626351
>"N-Not boyfriends if t-they pay y-you.....or sometimes didn't.....b-but that's not i-important."

>>49626387
>"Y-You...I...but...I'm s-supposed to stop t-that from h-happening Vic. S-Supposed to keep you safe. N-Not like I could even do something as s-simple as t-that...."

>>49626371
Jaemis: "Considering this regiments track record with tanks, I think most of our work will be outside the various wrecks we get."

>He chuckles and hugs her back

>Fritz rolls her eyes and says something under her breath

>>49626458
Your job's "Keep me safe"? I thought your Job was to pilot and shoot a tank...

>>49626466
>she pecks him on the cheek and blushes heavily
thank you...
>looking across at Fritz she smiles.
and you are sir?

>>49626458
>his eyes would widen, smile wiped clean off face
"Payed you? Y-y-y-youu meaan..."

>>49626473
>"J-Job is to control a drone. B-But....um....f-f-friends look out for each o-other, right?"
>Churchill and Putin head back to the tank to work on repairs, give the two..well three with Kane sitting there, their 'moment'.

>>49626523
>Fritz glares

Fritz: "First, I'm a woman. Second, the name is Frisk. Im one of the few competent medics of this regiment, as you can see here."

>She points to the legless body of the feral worlder

Frisk: "He's gonna need a good bit of bionics, frankly. But he'll live"

>>49626549
That they do... Thanks for coming for me...

>Ron is pacing. The relic recovered by Major Argus and his men is certainly what he thought it was. That didn't make it any less perplexing. A smooth mechanical orb made of dull silver, supposedly it would assist him in his ultimate goal. However, it's activation was the subject of debates spanning centuries. How in the Warp was Ron, still nothing more than a novice Inquisitor, going to figure out how to get it to reveal it's secrets? On top of that, he no longer had Lt. Col. Guerin to rely on for air support on the planet's surface. That was the whole point of bringing him here.
Fucking... Shit.
>he worked the orb in his hand, but it would not give him anything to work with.
Why is Chronotech so needlessly complicated...?

>>49626528
S-Sometimes....s-sometimes they.....just....
>Anya shivers.
Mind y-you....that was after I escaped the -last- time....before then......
>And again.

>>49626618
S-should have been q-quicker miss....supposed to be a g-good g-girl.

>>49626602
I-I-I'm so sorry, I had no idea, my eye sight is terrible, I've been smashed in the face one too many times.
>blushes and looks away
sorry.

>>49626653
>Vic tries to comfort Anya.
Come on don't get those thoughts on your head now. You're no longer back then, you have friends and I am ok. Let's not think of sad things ok? They remind me of home...

>>49626653
>he wasn't sure if he should leave, or do something
"Girl...I...did..they..hurt you?"
"I-I can help, i'm sure...somehow"

>>49626696
S-Sorry!
>Anya mutters a few other apologies as she squeezes Vic tighter.
M'Sorry. Should be a b-better friend.

I....my.....O-owner, his family, and a bunch of his friends are dead. Um.....m-most of the ones who....um.....y-y-y'know....before -and- after I.....escaped the last time a-are dead too. Don't know a-about the rest.

>>49626817
Hey hey hey... you're not a bad friend...
>She'd run her hand over Anya's back to comfort her.

>>49626817
"Hey, Jen, whatever it is we can help y-"
>he'd stop himself
"Anya-Iiii meant Anya"

>>49626891
Who's... who's Jen?

>>49626852
I-If I was better, w-wouldn't have been s-shot down.....
>Anya makes a few appreciative noises at the motions.

>>49626891
>>49626902
>Anya looks at Kane.
W-What Vic said....

>>49626932
Don't be stupid, the Valk couldn't have been more reinforced without stopping being a Valk and start being a thunderhawk or a tech-heresy.

>>49626902
"Someone...someone..."
>he'd take a few deep breaths
...someone long dead"
>he'd pull out a picture and he'd stare at it for a while, before passing it to the girls
>it would be Kane, but, happy and less fucked up, lying in the grass
>next to him lied a dark taned woman, and between them a teen girl
"Jen...Jen's the young one"
"She'd stutter too"

>>49626962
W-well I should have g-got you a Thunderhawk then! B-but then it wouldn't be the C-Crown....but if it wasn't the Crown then there'd have been less chance of you d-dying! So I should have got you o-one but I didn't because I was stupid and s-sentimental.

>>49627012
>Vic's face is a expression that mixes surprise and sadness into one.
Oh throne Kane... what... what happenned to them?

>>49627039
>Vic pets Anya's head to calm her down.
Shshshsh... you did good. I love the crown. And I love you guys dedicated your time to save her...

>>49627012
S-She....looks like a nice p-person....better t-than I am....
>Anya looks sadder than before.

>>49627065
>Anya shivers a little, a good way.
>She also purrs against Vic's chestplate.
M-mean that?

>>49627120
I do...
>The purring surprised her, reminds her of the kitten she always wanted.

>>49627050
"Wife, daughter, happy life...a proud servant of the Imperial Guard, in the height of my career"
>he'd smile sentimentally
"One day, during the start of The Horus Heresy, some rumours spread about heretics in our small city"
"Rumours spread to whispers and paranoia"
"And it all ended up in the hands of the loyalist chapters"
"I don't exactly recall which chapter it was that came to our city and slaughtered everyone, but one thing was sure-they were loyalists. I was the only survivor"
"After i spent a day or two lying under the corpses of my family, i heard voices, temptations. Slaanesh found my weary soul. And here...we are"
>you'd see tears trickling down his eyes

>>49627192
Chapters? As... far as I have been taught chapters... were not existent in the Warmaster's Betrayal... I... think it was... legions?

>>49627135
>Anya purrs some more, nuzzling her nose against the breastplate......

>>49627192
>At least until here, where she extends one of her arms to pull the poor bastard into the hug.

>>49627264
>Blushes.

>>49627192
>Brings up an arm for Kane too.

>>49627224
"Ah..yes..sorry, terms get mixed up, never cared that mutch"
>wipes tears from his eyes
>>49627264
>is pulled into the hug
"Oh...I.."
>he'd lie still
"This feels nice"

>>49627288
>Anya continues to do it as her tail waves lazily behind her, she might not even realize she's doing it in the first place.

>>49627323
Mhm....I-I know what it f-feels like to need a hug....

>>49627323
Friends have to look after each other.

>>49627384
>>49627380
"Friends? I-i...friends?"
>he'd keep lying still
>his tail lazily shaking as well
"Oh...I-I don't even feel like drinking or snorting warp dust"
"I-I can't remember when i felt like that before"

>Ron stood over the comatose Kriegsman, Volk. Orb still in his left hand, Ron picked up one of the man's charts. He mumbled to himself
Barely suitable...

>>49627380
>Vic just keeps her blush, probably keeps petting Anya's head.

>>49627456
That's progress. I guess I won't need to mourn having lost the water spray...

>>49627456
I r-remember not having friends. W-wasn't fun.....g-glad I have friends now...

>>49627530
>And so the unending cycle continues.
Nyaaaaa...you're a g-good person Vic....deserve someone better than anyone here...

>>49627456
>>49627553
W-what you guys say i-if we go take some drinks and celebrate we're alive?

>>49627574
S-Sure......that sounds n-nice......"

>>49627587
>>49627574
>he'd pull out a bottle from out of his cloak
>quality bourbon, preserved for millenia
"Well, sure...being alive is...kinda nice right now"

>>49627587
>>49627624
Good I-I'll bring some cups...

>She leaves the hug and gets into the valk.

I know I have them in here somewhere...

>>49627624
That bottle l-looks....sort of expensive.....You sure you want to drink it?

>>49627684
I might have s-some spare in the Tank.....

>>49627721
Don't worry, I found them!

>She comes back with three jars rather than cups.