Field Kit Inspection: Intriguing Fumes Edition

Y'know I've noticed we never actually inspect our equipment, we just start shooting at each other or getting high. Weird, huh?

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>>55318987
I AM HERE, I WILL NOT DESTORY THE BASE THIS TIME

>>55318987
VERY GOOD MAJO- I MEAN LT. COLONEL
MEN, LOOK UPON MATTHIAS AN AN EXAMPLE OF HOW QUICKLY ANY ONE OF YOU CAN ASCEND THE RANKS!

ALLRIGHT THEN, LETS GO!
>Michael would begin wandering off into the hulk with his two bodyguards

>>55318987
>an elite figure, clad in black armour, meant to strike fear in enemies
>he has his modified lasgun, and appears to be Elysian-Valhallan.

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>>55318987
Private Barrington present and ready for battle!...although I'am a bit afraid that closed spaces aren't exactly my speciality

>>55319018
Corporal Doomhamer here, ready for duty, sir! I was transferred here from the Elysian Regiment, to assist your """""delinquent""""" regiment.

>>55318987
lets move out

>>55319018
Corporal Doomhammer... It's nice of you to finally drop by for inspection.
seriously. We haven't seen you in over a month. Where you been?

>>55319015
>Matthias would shake his head as the priest walked off into the darkened corridors of the fuel station.
>"That man is going to get alot of good troopers killed..."

>>55319012
Very good, Steve! Because if you do, all of us will be dead.

>>55319000
Personally Viktor. I blame that as much on our own troopers short attention spans, as I do upon the enemy.

>>55318987
>meanwhile, up ahead, Brutus would be rigging a large amount of the containers to explode, unbeknownst to the regiment

>>55319069
Which would be bad, so I won't, what are we doing today sir!

>>55319069
I was... transferred to the Elysians, trapped on some hellhole planet which you may see in your Dataslate app "News", it is... Antaru II.
I have been sent back to you. I am here to make this regiment a bit better, and improve the mess halls.

>>55319069
ooc: playing more on Galactic Federation. Good to be back!

>>55319073
>A voice would appear in Brutus' head
No Brutus. We need the fuel. We will release the hounds on the regiment when we are ready.

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>55319069
>rolling to see what's down this corridor

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>>55318987
*under her breath* Last mission and I'm out of here...

>>55319155
>he whistles
You look kind of lost..

>>55319161
>>55319155
Leave her alone person man,I will break your face

>>55319161
No mon- erm fellow guardsman, I'm not lost

>>55319138
>Brutus would grunt before simply loading some of the fuel tanks up from a distance

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>55319198
>he sees the figure, takes out his laspistol, and fires
>he looks at the eldar.

>>55319198
>Krux's voice would appear in Brutus' head again
Come back to headquarters. I am assigning you command of a surprise you might like... hehehe

>>55319143
>The lone corridor would be a dark, rusty mess. The walls covered in massive man sized pipes, that would run all across the station, from the massive fuel reserves at it's center. Ever step one takes, echoing throughout the corridor itself.
>The power itself has been turned off. Leaving the hallway unilluminated, lest you are equipped with a "Twin-linked" lasgun.

>>55319238
>Brutus would use tzeenchian bullshit to return to the warp

>>55319248
>The man yells down the hallway
VIKTOR!
>It echos back at him
Well that was fun

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>55319248
a guess id better go find the circuit breakers
>rolling to search

>>55319248
>Michael would get as creative as he could get before being heretical and rev his eviscerator close to his face, his sparking rosarius serving to provide scattered and temporary light
>now that he could see, he continued forth with his guards

>a faint screech could be heard further into the abandoned station. Vents all around the station would shudder with running "footsteps"

>Whatever was in there was in large numbers, and was not human

So, other than my fearsome reputation, I am also a skilled cook. I plan on making an amazing dish, I require some time. Is this okay?

>>55319248
>Steve punches his mask to turn on his night vision goggles

>>55319290
>A moment later, something echos back to him.

>"FAGGOT~!"

>>55319290
>Sadly, a set of massive doors, block his path.

>>55319315
>he turns his night vision on, and his tactical flashlight and laser.
>>55319331
>he hears the noise
What the fuck?! I am not gay, I am straight, excuus moi.

>>55319331
well I guess I'll blow up these doors with a melta bomb

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>55319354
>>55319331
>Steve rams the door to try to open them

>>55319354
>Something echos back.
>"DO IT, FAGGOT! I DARE YOU!"

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>55319372
MEN, OPEN FIRE, PLASMA HIGH CHARGE!

This station is really angry.

I guess if I were a floating petrol station I'd be angry too

Rolled 40, 67, 56 = 163 (3d100)

>>55319372
>>55319371
>he launches several grenades from his 40mm grenade launcher at the door, conveniently melta grenades.

>>55319372
ok, the space station is alive
fuck you space station, im a tech priest, I do what i like and I like what I do.
> sets melta bomb on doors
> stands back
>smiles
>explosion

>>55319390
What is petrol?

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>55319399
>rolling for explosion

>>55319388
>He would be shooting at the walls and doors.
>Sparks fly, and metal begins to melt, as plasma shits boil away metal pipes and walkeays.

>>55319405
An ancient terran substance, otherwise known as fossil fuels. Made from the hardened remains of primitive creatures from millions of years, it is a useless fuel. Humanity has moved to electric/hydrogen/promethium for fuel now.

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>55319399
you dense... Stupid mother fucker! KEKUS supreme!
>The door would explode open.
>Among other things...
>Rolling for if the explosion ignores the fuel fumes

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>55319437
Intriguing. Though knowledge normally leads to heresy....
>>55319418
ALL RIGHT THIS ISNT WORKING.
DO IT AGAIN BUT WITH SPIRIT!

>>55318987
>surprise
It stopped to be a long time ago. Can we finaly have updated schedule on this inspections?

>>55319445
Hmm.... it might in your mind, but I am sure the god emperor doesn't mind knowledge, as long as it is not heretical.

>>55319444
>Sadly for the priest. The door beyond, is full of fuel fumes.
>What's worse, is that his little nuclear powered stunt, just ignited ALL OF IT!
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=v7ssUivM-eM
>Everyone, please roll a d100

>>55319472

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>55319472

Rolled 16 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>55319472
>Steve covers himself with his shield

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>55319472

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>55319472
oh dear

>>55319494
I am now on fire

>lars, being the smart man he is, decides to cover himself with a handy flame retardant
>he is safe.>>55318987

>>55319518
AAH, YOU FUCKING IDIOTIC TECHPRIEST!

>>55319558
im not sure why a breaching charge, created such a large explosion.
I suspect that my colleague deph may have "upgraded" this charge without telling me

>>55319500
>Being 95% metal components has it benefits, it would seem. As such, when the hellish explosion went off a fee dozen feet away. Viktor would find himself mostly unscathed from the flames, save for some mild charring to his suit.

>>55319494
>Oh GOD EMPEROR! FIRE IS HIT! FIRE IS HOT! WHY IS FIRE SO HOT!?! OH GOD IT BURNS! WHY DOES IT BURN!?!
>>55319484
>Micheal is sent flying back against a set of pipes by the explosion. Leaving a massive priest sized dent in them. His rosarius, the only reason he is alive with mild second degree burns across 10% of his body.

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>55319522
Rolling to put myself out

Rolled 71 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>55319554
ooc sorry everyone on the discord

>>55319575
>>55319576
Im not on fire anymore, but owwwwwwwwwwww

>>55319575
THE FIRE HAS SPARED ME! I AM THE FIRE LORD

>>55319575
ARGH, IF YOU SURVIVE THIS GELT, IM GOING TO KILL YOU!

>>55319575
>Meanwhile Barrington is patrolling around the station with the shuttle
Umm chaps, what's with the...explosion?

>>55319602
no you won't

>>55319600
>>55319610
Oh, its a teacup I suppose
>he chuckles
that is what we call praetorians on elysia.
Anyways, get under cover. Also, since we are done, shall I prepare the mess hall?

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>55319628
>Steve, who is covered in burns punches the tech priest in the back of the head

>>55319518
>The tech-priest would find his robes aflame, and several dozen minor functions shutting down, as his body is sent flying a few feet into a wall.
>His collection of gear turning Gifs, has also been deleted it would seem.

>>55319628
>Michael would ignore him and probe deeper into the station, now illuminated by the remains of his torch from the planet officially designated as "oh god this planet has so many fucking mawlocs why emperor help me"

>Shows up, seeing all this idiocy, he scowls.

>>55319642
*under breath*damn elasyans
Why should I be under cover? I'm in a shuttle looking at the station from the outside in case emergency evacuation is needed, I'm not really comfortable with the rusted corridors of the abandoned spacecrafts

>>55319665
Wolfe look I'm the fire god
>the man is waving two zippos around in the air

>>55319670
Well... can you bring me along? Entire stations on fire, and we need to evac now. I have experienced similar things, one thing was that my entire regiment died.

>>55319645
>>55319644
>gelt, being made of metal would hurt to punch
> still concious but considerably dazed he would lean against the wall and begin to apply self repairs to himself and his robes

>>55319575
>>55319657
>From up ahead, would be sounds of furious laughter.
>"FUCKING FAGGOT ACTUALLY DID IT!"
>"I KNOW, RIGHT! WHAT A DUMB ASS!"
>I DOUBT HE, OR ANYONE WITH HIM IS STILL ALIVE! WANT TO GET HIGH OFF MORE FUMES?"
>"SURE! BEATS DOING DICK ALL!"

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>55319677

>Short on patience, backhands the man in an attempt to bring him to his senses.

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>55319657
>roll to see whats behind the flame blasted door

>>55319691
>Steve doesn't even feel pain anymore, only excessive rage and confusion

>>55319709
>the man matrix dodges the slap, pulling more zippos from within his coat whilst doing so

>>55319709
WOLFE, STOP THAT THIS INSTANT!
EXPLAIN YOURSELF!

>>55319716
>The door has been blown open. Revealing a corridor covered in quickly dispersing flames.
>It would seem the stations fire suppression system is also unpowered...
>Beyond the corridor, there would be a set of various other corridors, that had been blocked off by copious amounts of debris, and neatly stacked chairs.
>A maintenance hatch appears to be open.

>>55319765
>Lars manages to get off and into Gladstones shuttle
>he radios the ship to bring more to evac them.

>>55319765
MEN, CLEAR THIS RUBBLE
IM GOING DOWN THE HATCH!

>>55319765
Oooh, chairs. This looks like a health and safety breach boys, and if I don't clean up at least one of these a year one of my toes is cut off. So I suggest we move that one

Also potential for survivors and whatnot yadda yadda yadda.

>>55319794
>It's a rather dark looking passage that's just a foot or so beneath corridor above.
>If anything, it looks vaguely untouched by the fires above.
>Laughter can be heard coming from down the left passage.

>Meanwhile Belasya, happy that her timer has ran out, fucks off in her cloaked eldar space craft

>>55319819
MEN, GET DOWN HERE!
CHARRRRGGGGEEEE

>>55319819

>Standing at the entrance to the hatch, begins ordering Guardsmen down it.

>>55320001
>stands beside him, handing zippos to the men

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>>55320016
>A large hulking figure charges through the wall...yelling
WHERE AM I!?

>>55320024
I don't really know, I just kinda pass out then wake up in these places. I think we're at a promethium station

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>55319953
>Michael would run in to the room alone

>>55320039
Ah I see, thank you good sir, my name is Jefferson, ex-pianist

>>55320067
Cool, I'm not gonna question your sudden and questionable entrance. I'm Viktor, I used to be an Administratum Adept. I don't really know what I do anymore.

>>55320087
Hmm that's a good question by itself, I think my masters left me in a box here as a joke, anyways what are you all doing right now?

>>55320108
GUARDSMAN, HELP ME EXPLORE THIS ROOM!

>>55320125
Ummm...Oh course sir! Lead the way!
>>55320087
*Whispers*Do I even count as a guardsman?

>>55320016
>Steve is being sad in a corner, and tending his burns

>>55320160
Just play along, I think he has a mental condition.
>>55320174
The fire may have scorned you brother, but its light still burns bright within. Fear not, the fire's warmth may yet envelop you my child.

>>55320183
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ON ABOUT VIKTOR?
YOU DO THE PAPERWORK, YOU ARE NOT A DAMN SALAMANDER!

>>55320183
I don't want it to burn me again...

>Following the maze that is the old fuel station's pipe covered maintenance corridors. The group would eventually come upon a dead end. An exit hatch and ladder going directly up going up.

>>55320264

>Seeing this, Wolfe forcefully shoves a Guardsman forward, then wordlessly points his Bolt Pistol at the back of his head, ordering him forward.

>>55320252
THE FIRE RISES, SEAL THE WAX AND FUEL THE FLAAAAAME!
>>55320272
You got a lot bossier recently

>>55320264
Hmm how interesting...but I don't think I will fit

>>55320272
WOLFE, KNOW YOUR PLACE.
NO NEED TO ENDANGER THE LOYAL GUARDSMEN ON THE STATION
>>55320264
>Michael would swiftly clamber up, still lit up by his dwindling torch

>>55320272
>The guardsman, knowing he has no choice but to follow Wolfe's orders. Would slowly begin to climb his way up the old metal ladder.
>Carefully, he would push open the maintenance hatch. Taking great care not to make it's old hinges creak.
>After a moment, seeing that the coast was clear. He would begin to slide his head through it.
>Before more than his neck could fit through it. There would be a sickeningly wet crunch, as his neck was snapped in half, as the hatch was forcefully closed upon it. Killing him instantly.

>>55320321
Ok, that was fun, someone grab the nails, hammer, and crooked wooden planks, we're nailing that bitch up TIGHT

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>55320321
I SHALL FUCKING EVISCERATE THE BASTARD THAT DID THIS!
MEN, OPEN FIRE ON THE HATCH
PLASMA, HIGH CHARGE!

>>55320321
Welp...at least we have rations in case of emergency

>>55320321

>Scowling, Wolfe orders several more Guardsmen forward, their guns raised.

>He orders flares be lit, to provide more light.

>>55320321
>"HUH? WHAT IS THIS DOING HERE? I DIDN'T KNOW WE WERE HAVING VISITORS!"
>"ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE NOT SEEING THINGS, BROTHER? THESE ARE SOME INCREDIBLY STRONG FUMES!"
>"I SURE AS HELL AM NOT! LOOK! ITS NECK IS LIMP AND MANGELED, LIKE A DEAD PUPPY!"
>"SLANNESH ABOVE! WORSHIPPERS OF THE CORPSE EMPEROR!"

>>55320359
HEY ASSHOLES! THIS IS OUR STATION, WE BOUGHT IT AND EVERYTHING!
PAY RENT OR FUCK OFF!

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>55320348
>"WHAT IS THAT SOUND? IT SOUNDS LIKE A CHAINSWORD BEING REVVED!"
>NO, NO, NO! ITS MORE LIKE AN EVISERATOR BEING REVVED!"
>"...OH! YES YOU ARE INDEED CORRECT, BROTHER!"
>"..."
>"MORE WORSHIPPERS OF THE CORPSE EMPEROR!!!"
>From up above them, something would be powering up towards the sound of an Eviserator.

>Over the vox
Testing,testing, hello chaps! How's it going in the station?

>>55320386
We found squatters

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>55320380
ON MY MARK!
BLAST THAT HATCH OPEN!

>>55320404
Oh those ruffians, do you know who they are?

>>55320386

>Shouting into the Vox, reports that Traitors are on the station.

>Wolfe requests more reinforcements.

>>55320380
>Covers his ears
Right, forgot to mention that slaaneshi took this place as home

>>55320417
I don't know
>the man pulls his ornate las revolver from its holster and cocks it
But they won't pay their rent

>>55320430
Okay Wolfe, no need to shout, it's rude. I'll see what I can do and, if colonel is willing, you'll get reinforcements who'll arrive at hanger B

Rolled 9 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>55320380
>Half a second later, the ceiling above the imperials, would be ripped off, and sent flying into a wall. It also has the side effect of giving each member of the expedition, an unending headache.
>The opening reveals the tentacle covered bodies of five figures encased in blue and pink power armor. Massive, and strangely shaped weapons in their hands/tentacles.
>The smell of chemical based fumes, is string in the room above. And one of the marines, seems to be holding a fuel canister without it's lid.
>W-...were they sniffing fumes to get high?
>Both sides would stare at the other in silence for a long moment...
>"..."
>"...."
>The chaos marines would heft their massive weapons, before pulling the triggers.
>+3 bonus due to the imperials being in close quarters, with Sonic weapons in front of them.
>Roll is towards Wolfe.

>>55320479
WHY IS EVERYTHING LOUD

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>55320479
>Grotesque would pick up a nearby scrap metal and throw it at them
Take this!

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>55320479

>Enraged, his ears slightly bleeding and his bones quaking, froths in a rage and fires off his Bolt pistol.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>55320479
> seeing everyoneelse fight he fires his bolter at the attackers too

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>55320479
>awoken by the sweet smell of noxious chemicals, the sergeant crawls out of the staircase he was sleeping under
Oh, S-Slaaneshis. Dibs on *cough* the loot.

Oi, you heretical f-fucks! I'll tell *wheeze* your dad on you!
>he fires his hellpistol at the marines

Rolled 12 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>55320508
>The piece of scrap metal would thankfully be sharp enough, that, when it had impacted one of the marines, it had sliced off several of his foul pink tentacles. Causing blood to spew forth as they limp about uselessly.
>"YES~! HURT ME MOOOOOOORE~! SHOW ME THE PLEASURE THAT ONLY PAIN CAN BRING! DO IT, AND I SHALL SHOW YOU THE SAME!"

>>55320526
>Sadly, his shell would impact deep into a bulkhead, high above his intended target.

>The chaos Marines would turn their sonic cannons towards the grotesque that had injured their comrade. Their Sonic cannons powering up, before releasing a deadly sonic burst towards him.
>"THINGS ARE ABOUT TO GET VERY LOUD NOW, CORPSE WORSHIPPERS!"
>+3, due to the fact the imperials are still in such an enclosed space.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>55320628
ALLRIGHT, FUCK THIS!
>two blasts of deadly plasma would veer towards the marines as Michael charged at them with his eviscerator

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>55320628
AAAAHHHHH, BAD MUSIC WHYYYY?
>He throws another piece of metal nearby

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>55320628
I NO LIKE LOUD
> he fires at the chaos worshipers

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>>55320628

>Eyes bleeding, body quaking at the seams, Wolfe tries a desperate maneuver.

>He takes a deep breath, and attempts one, powerful, close-range shot into the head of one of the Traitors.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>55320580
Why don't you tell YOUR dad on them?
>the man blindfires his las revolver at the marines

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>55320662

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>55320656
>Unfortunately, "charging" up a ladder, when noise marines are using sonic weaponry to rape your ears, and shatter your bones, isn't exactly easy... As such, when he had attempted to make the swing, he hadn't had enough energy to swing properly.

>>55320658
>After sharpened piece of metal slices through several pink tentacles on one of the chairs marines.
>"SHOW ME WHAT YOU'VE GOT, CORPSE WORSHIPPERS! LET ME ENJOY THE PAIN YOU LASH UPON MY LUSCIOUS BODY! A BODY PERFECTLY SCULPTED BY SLANESSH!"

>>55320661
>>55320662
>>55320705

>Their shots, sadly go wide. Hitting nowhere close to their intended target.

>Once more, the marines would fire their sonic weaponry at the grotesque. +3 do you him being in a confined space. Same as before

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>55320773
>now properly up the ladder, Michael and his troops would begin murdering everything

>>55320773
>the man drops his revolver, clutching his ears
OH GOD! THEIR MUSIC TASTE IS SO FUCKING PEDESTRIAN! IT'S CAUSING ME PAIN!
>The man vomits, and blood starts leaking from his ears.

>>55320773
AAAAAAHHHHH MORE BAD MUSIC!
>Jefferson falls on the ground, unconscious for one turn

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>55320773
>Steve blocks some shots with his shield, he fires back at the heretics

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>55320773

>Screaming and foaming at the mouth, Wolfe falls, unconscious.

>His hand jitters, and fires off several rounds of Bolts.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>55320773
>The man fights the horrendous Chaos-pop to pull the cracked tablet from within his coat
IT'S TIME TO F-FIGHT FIRE
>The man presses a button on the music app
WITH FIIIIIRE!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2MHhLDCJ57E

>>55320879
>>55320773
>gelt walks in
>his robes are still smoldering
what is going on and what is that awful noise?

>>55320901
GELT YOU SHIT, HELP KILL THESE SLANNESHI MARINES!

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>55320789
>While Micheal is able to slowly close the distance between both him, and the noise marines. He finds his efforts looking a little like this https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=-39YNLSeD-g
>This has the effect of causing his swing to miss.
>>55320826
>>55320839
>Their contact fire power, is enough to put one of the noise marines down for good. His corpse being sent flying towards them, by the sonic waves, being produced by the sonic cannons.

>>55320816
>"YEEEES~! FEEL THE RUPTURE OF YOUR BONES, AS THEY ARE SHAKEN APART, AND GROUND TO DUST, BY OUR SONIC WAVES! FEEL THE IMMENSE PLEASURE, AS YOUR BODY SUFFERS, AND CONVULSES! THIS PLEASES US AND SLANSSSH!"

>>55320789
>Not wanting to deal with the annoying priest before them. The noise marines would turn their sonic cannons upon Micheal. Unleashing their corrupted fury towards his holy body. Bits of metal deck-plating, and other assorted garbage sent flying towards him. Powerful sound-waves echoing out from their massive cannons.
>"LET THE VALKYIRES FLY MY BROTHERS! SHATTER THEIR BONES TO DUST BENEATH OUR UNHOLY SOUNDS!"
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Mkp8ZdQ9SqI

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>55320973
>Michael would be flung back by the sound, his ears bleeding and his previous wounds oozing with blood.
NOT.
TODAY.
I WILL NOT DIE TODAY!

FOR THE EMPEROR!

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>55320973
>Jeff get's up angrily and charges at them with his cleaver
YOU CALL THAT SHIT MUSIC!

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>55320973
>Steve begins firing again, while advancing slowly

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>55321012
>>55321002
>Their combined swings are enough to finish off one of the foul Marines. Bringing their number down to three.
>>55321031
>Minor dents show up in their foul, corrupted armor.

>Between being slaughtered by a mutant beast, or being cut apart by a priest with an oversized chainsword. The noise marines choose to deal with the latter.
>They keep their massive sonic cannons aimed towards the holy priest before them. Allowing the sound-waves, to continue to rip apart the man's body, as deck plating, and garbage are flung towards him at incredible speeds.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VbxgYlcNxE8

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>55321168
FUCKING HERETICS!
>two more barrages of plasma would stream forth as Michael continued tending the marines to shreds

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>55321168
Okay, this is for my ears bleeding!
>Jeff attacks one of the marines with his cleaver

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>55321168

>Fighting his way to a tenuous grasp on consciousness, Wolfe shakily grasps his Bolt pistol, and fires off a single round.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>55321168
>Steve tries to aim this time, he fires Bursts of bolter fire at them

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>Toofrich, while everyone was foightin', would begin to steal some of the fuel for his own ship

Well dats' in orda'. BOYZ, WHO WONTS TO FOIGHT'?

>The Orks all collectively WAAAGH!

THEN LET'S FOIGHT!

>Hundreds of Ork boyz would begin storming the noise marines
>>55321168
>Rolling

>Krux would have teleported in a tzeentchian portal into the corridor.

>He would await Brutus

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>55321211
>>55321197
>The two plasma shots to his chest and shoulder, while he is already busy dealing with Micheal. Is enough for Wolfe to get a good, clean shot at the bastard's head. Blowing a fist sized chuck of his head to burst open, and splatter Micheal with greymatter and helmet shards.
>>55321201
>The noise marine simply rolls to the side of the foul mutant's attack.
>"YOU'LL HAVE TO SHOW ME BETTER THAN THAT, IF YOU WISH YOU PROVIDE PLEASURE TO ONE SUCH AS MYSELF!"
>The remaining two noise marines would turn their cannons upon Micheal. Unleashing a cacophony of sound towards his nearly broken body. Broken up deck plating being ripped up from the floor, and thrown towards him.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VbxgYlcNxE8

>communications would suddenly be abruptly cut between the regiment and its shuttle
>the lights that were flickering in the dark weakly slammed shut, rendering the entire regiment blanketed in darkness

>>55321293
Master.
Preparations are set.
Failsafes afe active.
What do you ask of me?

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>55321304
>Jeff continues his attack
You know that my attacks have no intend of giving you pleasuree, right?

>>55321304
>the priest would be blasted to the ground, struggling up before collapsing in a pool of his own blood and chaos viscera.
>he is in need of urgent medical assistance

>>55321330
Charge the regiment. Create a diversion

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>55321304

>Ears ringing, vision blurred, fires off several more rounds.

>>55321306
Hello chaps, I have your reinforcements! H-hello, do you hear me?...oh this can't be good

>>55321389
>Brutus would swiftly locate the regiment, and perch high and in shadow, observing them, waiting for an opportune moment

>>55321380
>Steve runs to thr priest covering him with his shield as he drags the priest away to a medic

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>55321405
>The bolt pistol clicks... Empty...
>>55321351
>The cleaver cuts one of the noise marine's arms clean off. The limb falling uselessly upon the deck plating.
>"YEEEEEEES~ SHOW ME TRUE PAAAAAAAAAAIN! TRUE ECSTASY! TRUE BLISS! YAAAAAAAAAA!"
>Before he dies, the Marine, alongside his brother, would turn their sonic cannons upon the mutant. Attempting to blast it to Oblivion.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GGU1P6lBW6Q

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>55321477

>Cursing, Wolfe reloads, before he fires, he makes sure to take aim carefully.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>55321477
>Sound does nothing to Jeffersons, drugged muscled body
...
>He decides to hit remaining marine with his recently deceased brothers hand

>Krux would be in the Promethean tank holding room, where he would begin to create a vast amount of portals, where Tzaangors could be seen taking the tanks and transporting them to Krux's realm

Rolled 20 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>55321497
>Brutus would identify a prime target to engage, and drop from the rafters down above wolfes head, power hammer raised high, trying to smash him to pieces

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>55321504
>The arm slaps uselessly against the blue coloured armor the Marine was wearing. Splattering it with bright crimson blood.
>>55321497
>He isn't able to get a clean shot, do to the grotesque beast blocking his view.

>With no alternative left. The Sergeant turns his sonic cannons upon the beast before him.
>"IF IM GOING DOWN. I'LL MAKE SURE THAT YOU FEEL THE JOYS AND PLEASURES OF SUFFERING ALONGSIDE ME IN HELL!

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>55321561
...ummm
>He slaps him with his mate hand again
I thought it was funny

>Eventually after arduously getting the tzeentchian beastmen to transport the fuel tanks to my realm, all that wound remain was a few cobwebs

>Shuttle with reinforcements lands at the hangar B
Okay chaps, go and find expeditionary force, I don't like what's going on here
>Shuttle leaves

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>55321609
>Once again, it slaps harmlessly against the armor. Splattering it with blood, and visera.
>The Marine once more, unleashes sonic hell upon the beast.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>55321561
>scratching at the walls.
>silent, violent, patient screams fills the station.
>watchers in the darkness
>the vanguard of the scourge beckon
>the genestealers approach, hidden in the shadows, lit up briefly with auto pistol fire into the regiment
>roll for acolyte attacks into the regiment

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>55321665
Okay enough jesting
>He attacks with a cleaver

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>55321674
>>55321701
>The two attacks do decent damage, but he doesn't go down just yet.

>"I SHALL NOT PASS WITHOUT FEELING THE PLEASURE OF YOUR DEATH!"
>He keeps his sonic cannons trained upon Jeff.

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>Krux would quickly appear, to buff the genestealers with his ruinous powers to make them stronger, giving them +1 for their attack rolls
>+5 for bedlam staff

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>55321747
Curses...
>Goes back into the fuel room, where he casts a mystic shield over himself for good measure

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>55321745
Oh just die...this is getting emberassing

Rolled 43, 13 = 56 (2d100)

>Meanwhile one of the hangars is being fortified and scouting parties are send to find the expeditionary forces
>First roll for fortifications
>Second for finding them

>>55321765
>Finally, the last of the noise marines goes down. His body hacked to pieces by the beast, as his canon finally goes silent.

Rolled 1, 7 = 8 (2d20)

>>55321674
>Steve shield bashes one and fires wildly at the others

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>55321792
Whew finally
>>55321553
Wait a minute!
>Jeff charges at Brutus

Rolled 13, 11 = 24 (2d20)

>>55321793
>Brutus would swing into steve with his power hammer, whilst the acolytes fired into >>55321765

Rolled 14, 4 = 18 (2d20)

>>55321825
>Steve tries to block the attack, then fires his bolter at Brutus

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>55321825
>Jeff hits Brutus again and runs to the hangar holding Wolfe

Rolled 13, 1 = 14 (2d20)

>>55321825
>Guardsmen about whom no one seems to care attack Brutus and his acolytes
>First for Brutus
>Second for Accolytes

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>55321874
>Krux comes out from the room, coated in his mystic shield
>He aims his bolt pistol, loaded with inferno bolts, at Jefferson
>He fires at Jefferson

Rolled 93, 57 = 150 (2d100)

>At the hangar guardsmen decide to upgrade thei fortifications and send out scouting parties
>First for fort
>Second for scouting and finding everyone else

Rolled 16, 12 = 28 (2d20)

>>55321885
>Brutus would shrug off the majority of the hits and begin cleaving into the group of fodder, whilst the acolytes, pressed on by the total failure of the guardsmen would charge deep into their lines

>>55321874
>in the path back to the maintenance hatch leading to the hanger, would be a solitary figure, wearing what appeared to be mining equipment.
>he blocks your path

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>55321917
>Steve slams his shield into Brutus's face
DIE HERETIC PERSON!>>55321917

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>55321929
>Brutus would catch his shield and slam his hammer around it into steve, now that it was not in the way

>>55321553

>Blood and Bone fly.

>Consciousness fails him, and he can no longer feel any of his left side, nor can he see out his left eye.

>He can do no more than twitch, on the precipice of death.

Rolled 10, 8 = 18 (2d20)

>>55321917
>Many would die, but they seem to have no choice but to keep fighting and there are about 30 of them left
>First for Brutus
>Second for acolytes

>>55321927
Umm...may I help you
>He says while still on fire

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>55321944
>Steve takes his shield away, slowly retreating but firing a last volley at Brutus

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>55321952
>the genestealers begin lobbing makeshift explosives at the fodder, the bombs almost as cheap as the enemies lives

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>55321949
OK, WE'RE BAILING
>The man fumbles around in the tunnel
Cowardice, don't fail me now!
>rolling to find another way out

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>55321961
>a shadowed snarl is visible as the lights flicker on, revealing the figure of a genestealer primus in the way
>he shoots you with his needler pistol

>>55321915
>>55321979
>A group of guardsmen find Viktor and lead him to the fortified hangar
Hey chaps, how you doing?

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>55321979
>Steve sprints after them, trying to escape
Rolling to see if he does

Rolled 5, 4 = 9 (2d20)

>>55321974
>Now only 20 are left, but they'll fingt till the last men!

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>55321995
>in a haze, the sergeant leans out from beneath the staircase and snaps off a couple of shots towards the genestealers
Fuck outta here. Somma us are tryna sleep.

>>55321999
Oh thank fuck, this has been a fucking day. I forgot why we even came here.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>55322021
>the acolytes have miraculously taken absolutely no casualties and press the assault

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>55321995
*Sigh* do we really have to? Okay...
>He attacks him with his cleaver
>+2 because he's motionless

Rolled 17, 18 = 35 (2d20)

>>55322044
>About two of them died

>>55322047
>>55321887
Thanks for ignoring

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>55322047
>the primus would be completely impaled, shocked at the sudden strike.
>his eyes darken as he shoots once more before falling down the garbage chute

>>55322067
I did say that he's on fire, he can't feel pain 'cause of dark eldar experiments

>>55322094
You didnt fucking react to inferno bolts man. Do you even know what inferno bolts are?

http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Inferno_Weapon#fn_1

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>55322065
>the acolytes would take serious casulties before pressing the attack once more and then fleeing the scene

>>55322087
.Dues for sorcerous burning and needle toxins Jeff only barely reaches the hangar(thanks to his drugs) and falls down, unconcious

Rolled 5, 4 = 9 (2d20)

>>55322170
>Foder, suprised that it did anything, begins to chase the acolytes

>>55322185
>Guardsmen drag Jeff and Wolfe to the shuttle
Okay that's everyone, now get in the shuttle and let's leave!

>>55322197
>the acolytes dash out of the scene, scuttling away to the darkest corners of the station

>>55322213
No objections here
>the man is dragging van Kleez by his ankles, sweeping up dirt and gore on his uniform
Can we PLEASE blow this place up?

>>55322213
N..no..
We... need the... fuel...
It's wh-a...t we came for...

>>55322236
Of course chap....
Okay let it blow!
>Imperial cruiser near starts to bombard the space station, denying the enemy resources
>>55322239
Sorry chap, there doesn't seem to be any fuel left

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>55322236
>the man tries to perform basic first aid to stop Wolfe leaking everywhere

>>55322278
S...sigh...
>Michael drifts off to sleep
>or maybe a coma
>eh, who knows, it's basically the same thing

>>55322282

>Wolfe twitches, but at least, he is no longer on the edge of the abyss.

>>55322300
>Steve picks up Michael
Where do I take him?

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>55322278
>Brutus would send the remaining acolytes packing to the warp, either completely ignoring or forgetting the primus existed
>eventually, he too would leave
>let's see what happens to the primus

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>Standing upon the bridge of the Regiment's Strike cruiser. Matthias would let out a sigh, as he watches the crusade fleet, launching salvo, after salvo, at the fuel station.
>"Massive genestealers infestation my ass..."
>The ship shudders for a moment, as it, as well as the rest of the crusade fleet, begin pulling back while bombarding the station.

>>55322337
Look van Kleez, I stopped our friend from dying right away!
>Van Kleez is propped up in a corner, cocaine and vomit dripping from his face mask
...I should have stayed in bed

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>55321979
>>55322337
>the regiments medical staff begin work upon sergent wolfe.

[rolling for surgery]

>>55322370
I would give you Michael but that looks painful
> he is still holding the priest

>>55322370
>the newest recruit steps up, gets ready to make a cut.......and misses severing several arteries.

>the senior medic patches it up but he is gravely wounded... the recruit is shot for attempted murder

>>55322363
>Taking his leave from the bridge. He would vox for both a medical team, as well as security team, to arrive at the ship's starboard hanger.
>As he walks towards the hanger, his officers unform flowing out behind him. He would proceed to slide a fresh power cell, into his hellpistol, before activating it.

>>55322382
Bring him to the medicae area when we dock the cruiser
>>55322363
>Shuttle comes near the ship
Hello colonel! Can we dock in? We have sereval injured and two in critical condition, sadly mission ended in failure

>>55322370

>Twitches. The abyss crawls closer.

>>55322434
Okie dokie, he is pretty light

Rolled 20, 61 = 81 (2d100)

>>55322370
>Illya, along with several of the the ship's churgeions. Would push their way through the medical, and towards Micheal and Wolfe. As they attempt to stabilize them, for bionic implants.
>First for Wolfe, second for Micheal
>In the meantime. The security team would arrive, and confine the survivors to the shuttle.

>>55322442
Something....
Something....
Emperor....

Oh, how could I forget, this plot armo- uh, I mean tablet, can buy shit! Everybody start rooting around in your pockets for spare change

>>55322473
You better not kill the priest medic lady

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>55322473
>Critical condition in Wolfe...
>The team begin prepping him for surgery post haste. Sadly having to do it on the shuttle, while everyone is being quarantined.
>Rolling for surgery on Wolfe with what few tools are on hand. -10

>>55322518
>While this is happening, blood samples are taken from everyone aboard the shuttle.
>Those who resist, are outright shot in the head and disposed of.
>Better get in line.

Rolled 14 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>Meanwhile in some dark eldar corsair ship
OSIRAS
>Belasya kicks Osiras in the balls
>+5 because suprise, robot leg and anger

>>55322549
>It would be another six hours of sitting on the shuttle doing nothing, before the results come back.
>When they do, the security team comes aboard, and three troopers are outright shot in the head.
>The others are allowed to leave.
>Meanwhile, Micheal is taken away to have his bionics implanted.

>>55322549
>Jefferson just regained conciosness thanks to his drugs
Ugh...where am I?

>>55322518

>Blood runs, Life, ebbs away...

>The end approaches.

Rolled 29, 19 = 48 (2d100)

>>55322583
>she would soon find that the levels of bullshit Osiros was callable of wielding were immense.
>roll to have her have actually have kicked herself with telepathy
>roll to levitate her with telekinesis

>>55322619
>Illya spends the entirety of his last moments, holding his hand. A depressed look upon her face as she helps him wait out his last few moments, before being welcomed into the Emperor's halls.

I'm sorry... Wolfe.... I really am...

>>55322619
the medics now frantic are trying to help, and by that I mean helping the hospitaler giving a bonus to her rolls, because as has been proven. they fucking suck at this

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>55322619
last try

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>55322645
>Michael would attempt to summon the emperor

>>55322683
>>55322645

>The abyss, it's hold fades. his body twitches.

>A gargled sound makes it's way past his lips.

>>55322634
>Osiros's powers of bullshit have failed him for once, with the loud crunch his balls are obliterated

>>55322683
a medic yells
I AM A GOD
before being shot dead

>the rest of the medics get to work and stave off oblivion. they then shoot anyone who trys to touch him because fuck you lot your just going to kill him

>>55322720
Ha... Jokes on you, I don't have any balls!
And you seem to be walking kinda funny, have any adventures in the regiment you'd like to share?

>>55322756
...wait you had no balls? Pfft HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

>>55322733
Wolfe? You ok?
>the man pulls a vial of green powder from within his coat
This works when van Kleez is hungover I guess
>the man tears the cork from the vial, then pours it down Wolfe's throat

>>55322486
Okay chap, let me take a look
>He rummages his pockets
Hmmm I have three hundred thrones on hand, I guess I'll have to call my son to donate some cash to the crusade

>>55322774
It's not as chucklesome as the fact that your walking like an ancient mon'kleigh cowboy.

What, you take a prometheum barrel up the ass?

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>55322793
>a few medics jump at him, probably thinking that he is trying to poison the patient they almost killed but saved

NO NO KILLING HIM

>>>/qst/

>>55322819
I'M A DOCTOR YOU NERDS I HAVE MY DEGREE YOU CANT STOP MEEEEE

>>55322793
Oooh my back hurts from that fire...who was that dude with a staff?
>He sits down and looses one of the tubes going into his body
>Green liquid pours into some flask
Here, it's a painkiller
>He hands it out to Wolfe

>>55322839
WE CAN STOP YOU

>they all run at his legs, a venerable wall of flesh stopping this mad man

>>55322811
Oh that?
>She lets loose a bunch of trophies which she was hiding...somewhere
Oh and this
>She gives a casette of ogryn fucking a barrel
I made him think with psychic illusions help that it was me

>>55322877
>A giant wall of flesh comes before them, three times their height and two times their widht
How about no...

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>55322877
>rolling for radical robot legs to withstand a wave of wrathful workers

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>55322898
Now now, tell me the truth.
>telepathy

>>55322920
What's the matter Osi? Your powers don't work today? Just like your sexlife HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Rolled 15, 6 = 21 (2d100)

>>55322913
>>55322907
>overcome with radical protectiveness of their handy work they bulrush the pair

[rolling to pin you both, first for jeff and second for viktor]

>>55322952
Ummm...are you guys done?

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>55322951
To be fair, it's not very easy faking psychic powers whilst controlling an artificial avatar inside of a dream

>roll to make this all have been a dream inexplicably

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>55322952
I AM FIIIIRE!
>rolling to throw the medics off him

>>55322973
Pfffftttt....HAHAHAHAHAHA...Whew you really let yourself go after these three months, anyways I'll go get actual drink...which you can't drink because you'll end up seducing a squig fufufufufu

>>55322952
WHAT IN THE EMPERORS VERY OWN PERSONAL COCKBISCUITS IS GOING ON?

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>55323012
Have fun. (Bitch)
>roll to throw her out with my mind

>>55322974
>>55323013
>the man throws an entire medical team off him... what the actual fuck
I AM FIIIIRE!
>The man runs away
I AM DEAAAATH!

Rolled 69 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>55322974
thrown to the ground, the last 3 medics give him...........the doctors glare

STOP RIGHT THERE
>>55323013
THIS MAN IS NOT T5O TOUCH THIS PATENT

[rolling to stop him dead with a glare]

>>55323046
>Osiras ends up thinking about her and her insults for the entire week

>>55323013
I DON'T KNOW FRIEND, BUT THIS IS WERID!

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>55323073
Uhh, something, something... EMPEROR WILLS IT?
>roll to convince the medical team of... something?

>>55323095
Hey, Belasya, firstly don't ask how I got in your ship and also would you like to get heavily intoxicated and then make a bet?

>>55323073
>Barrington, in slippers and bathrobe and a cup of tea in his hand sees Viktor running away
Umm what happened to him?

>>55323140
No thank you, I had enought of bets for this half-a-year, now I'm leaving to two weeks of spa

>>55323169
Allright then.
Also I raided your cargo hold.
Bye.

>>55323093
...ummm...so do you hve any pianos here?

>>55323188
>Reads her magazine
Hmm...why did he need that compost?
...meh not my problem

>>55323226
I don't, I just thought it would look better in your quarters.
>a truck full of compost would manifest as Osiros royally fucked off

>>55323247
A bit smelly and hard to clean, but I smelled worse on that agri world

>>55323209
no..........WE NEED PIANOS

>they all jump out the door.......the sound of gunfire that follows through and the fact they don't come back is a indicator they attempted to steal a piano

>>55323297
...these guys are cazier than haemonculi...

>>55323297
What in the emperors name...

>a small group of me walk in.

hey have you guys seen some lunatics we were holding? they stole some uniforms think they are medics? you haven't seen em have you?

>>55323297
Uhhhh....I think we should test our blood a second time...

>>55323440
no they were shell shocked and mental unstable, so you seen em?

>>55323451
Well I asked them if there is a piano, they said no then started panickind that they didn't have it, so they ran this way...there were gunshots from there so they're most likely dead

>>55323451
They just jumped out of the door of a moving space shuttle.
I think it's still open.

It's getting hard to breathe

>>55323496
>>55323478
fucking hell, jerry had one job

>they mutter in discontent and leave. closing the air lock on their way past

and that's it folks night night

>>55323523
I think jerry died

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>55323496
>rolling for micheal's bionic implant surgery

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>>55318987
Domino 5 ready to move out, we'll handle the leader sir.

>>55323720
Ahh... thank you... good.. hospitalier...
>>55323965
Leader... what... who are you..?
Where am I?

>Wolfe twitches.

>He lives, but he does not seem to have the strength to get up.

>>55323965
Who are these guys?
> the bullgryn is confused

>>55324084
Kill team.... probably...
Just send them.... into the... station...
Let them... do their... job

>>55324188
You no sound go priest friend, are you ok?

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>>55324188
The station is gone, Priest. As well as our only available source of fuel.

>>55323965
>The Praetorian officer does not look pleased.

Identify yourself, troopers. I don't recognize any of you.

>>55324229
That's... that's fine... this is fine. This is all.... fine...
The emperor -COUGH- will.. see us through.. this..
>>55324210
I'm.. fine...

>>55324319
You are not fine, lay down, think of nice things, try not to die...

>>55324374
No, the emperor will see... he will see me through this...
He always does...

>>55324482
If you die I will beat you back to life