"You brothers – such a nest of rivalries. I warned him to make you sisters, that it would make things more civilised. He thought I was joking. I wasn’t."You were dead. No ifs and buts about it. Yet… Here you were. Alive.Your mind slowly stirred up, synapses sparking as your limbs slowly moved. Your skin registered the coarse linen and the only fabric on your skin, brifers. You rubbed your temples as you scanned your surrounding. The medicae gasped, one of them dropped their metal tray as they all watched you sat up on your bed. “Throne… I’ve never seen anything like it!” “It’s a miracle!”“Sorcery!” Whispers soon grew into praises and doubts. Everything went ignored as you tried to remember…>You are a Voidsman Breacher>You are a sergeant in the Solar Auxilia >You are a corporal in the Jopall Indentured Squadron>Write-inYes… The latest engagement was on Sill VII, attached to…>Insert Legion[Obvious warning but lore breaking and slight ooc moments in this qst, choosing the legion basically locks you in. I will keep each quest as a one-shot where the next thread will have a different primarch, thanks for taking an interest!]
>>6396774>You are a corporal in the Jopall Indentured Squadron>Iron hands.
>>6396774>You are a Voidsman Breacher>XVII Word Bearers
>>6396774For me it's nightlords
>>6396774>You are a sergeant in the Solar Auxilia>Blood Angels
Gonna need a tie breaker or some sorts guys or I'll be rolling the dice.
>>6397495Support for this
>>6397743Alright I'll lock this in tomorrow, as for the military origin I'll either throw the dice or wait for the second tie breaker.
>>6397752Personally I would have chosen the twins, but oh well
>>6397755You could make another stalemate
>>6397758I wouldn't wanna hold up the quest
>>6396774>You are a Voidsman Breacher>>Insert LegionThe Raptors. The green ones.
>>6397786Not a legion anonVoidsman has 2 votes, Sanguinius has two votes, so it begins. Can I start a new qst with a different name or do I not clog up /qst/?
>>6397943Just continue here?
>>6397943This thread will stay up for 90-120 days most likely. The post limit on the board is 750 before the thread starts to sage, and even then, it will stay in the board for months just the same. You're only allowed five active threads at a time. It's definitely bad form to start and abandon threads when you have an abundance of space and time to use them.
>>6398101>>6398122Gotcha, I'll do that.
You are a Voidsman Breacher, Sergeant-at-Arms Zyn Enon to your friends and Sergeant Z to your junior armsmen. Yes… You remember clearly now, your last attachment was under the 5th Expeditionary Fleet under the Ninth Legion, The Blood Angels. Your last memory was not a boarding-combat or even in a vessel. The 113th Rifles needed additional support, so you and your company were sent to assist in the extermination of the enemy’s fortress.“So the report is true…” From the entrance a man with a coarse skin and stone face entered, an appearance that couldn’t be mistaken. To see him in a crisp navy blue uniform with shining golden epaulets, and the signature gold fringed red sash made him seem like a proper Senior Chief Petty Officer. Then again, his uniform was always crisp. “Chief, what are you doing here?”“When I heard you were blown in half then regenerated, that tends to get my attention.” He tossed a data-slate beside you. You flicked through the various reports… Most stated something impossible. A forward facing mine ripped through your shield and cut you in half. “You also got a guest coming in today. Someone above the brass.” “Who?” He shrugged. “Someone big enough the High Admiral himself is on the vessel. Whoever this guest is, don’t make a fool of yourself, got it?” “Aye, Chief.”An hour or so passed, you spent the first few minutes exploring the new room. What surprised you the most was the size of it. Two platoons and a keg of amasec and food could easily fit in the medicae room. You weren’t some cog head like those priests, but these machines had to be for the nobles, not for the likes of you. Finally, the doors, why was it so tall? The interior made it obvious this was still the vessel you were attached to, The Stalwart Fist. I still feel fine…[/]You rolled your shoulders and swung your legs, nothing felt off. “Ah, you’re awake.”The voice was soft, light, you turned around to see a giant in white robe and red sash. The beauty, your breath would’ve stopped if not for the fact that she caught you by surprise. You immediately knelt and held your head low. “My lady. It’s… It is an honor.”“Rise, Sergeant Enon.” You stood and looked upon her visage. She was just so beautiful…>You panicked. "Would you like to take a seat? The bed? Me?">You kept silent, no need to flap your gums >"I didn't know the guest would be you, my lady." >Write-in
You are a Voidsman Breacher, Sergeant-at-Arms Zyn Enon to your friends and Sergeant Z to your junior armsmen. Yes… You remember clearly now, your last attachment was under the 5th Expeditionary Fleet under the Ninth Legion, The Blood Angels. Your last memory was not a boarding-combat or even in a vessel. The 113th Rifles needed additional support, so you and your company were sent to assist in the extermination of the enemy’s fortress.“So the report is true…” From the entrance a man with a coarse skin and stone face entered, an appearance that couldn’t be mistaken. To see him in a crisp navy blue uniform with shining golden epaulets, and the signature gold fringed red sash made him seem like a proper Senior Chief Petty Officer. Then again, his uniform was always crisp. “Chief, what are you doing here?”“When I heard you were blown in half then regenerated, that tends to get my attention.” He tossed a data-slate beside you. You flicked through the various reports… Most stated something impossible. A forward facing mine ripped through your shield and cut you in half. “You also got a guest coming in today. Someone above the brass.” “Who?” He shrugged. “Someone big enough the High Admiral himself is on the vessel. Whoever this guest is, don’t make a fool of yourself, got it?” “Aye, Chief.”An hour or so passed, you spent the first few minutes exploring the new room. What surprised you the most was the size of it. Two platoons and a keg of amasec and food could easily fit in the medicae room. You weren’t some cog head like those priests, but these machines had to be for the nobles, not for the likes of you. Finally, the doors, why was it so tall? The interior made it obvious this was still the vessel you were attached to, The Stalwart Fist. I still feel fine…[/]You rolled your shoulders and swung your legs, nothing felt off. “Ah, you’re awake.”The voice was soft, light, you turned around to see a giant in white robe and red sash. The beauty, your breath would’ve stopped if not for the fact that she caught you by surprise. You immediately knelt and held your head low. “My lady. It’s… It is an honor.”“Rise, Sergeant Enon.” You stood and looked upon her visage. She was just so beautiful…>You couldn't help but panic... "Would you like a seat? Uh... The bed, perhaps? Me?">You stood silent, not meeting her eyes>"I am at your command." You saluted
I don't know what the fuck /qst/ was on but please ignore >>6398643 don't know what happened.
>>6398683>I still feel fine…[/]You messed up the formating, sir,
>>6398643>"I am at your command." You salutedI think it's too early for anything else, at least. Even if the first option is fun
>>6398643>"I am at your command." You saluted
>>6398643>You couldn't help but panic... "Would you like a seat? Uh... The bed, perhaps? Me?"
>>6398714>>6398942>>6398965Votes counted
You saluted, you formed a fist and thumped it on your chest as your feet came together in fourty-five degree angle.“I am at your command.” Certainly, she was a beautiful woman, but she was a primarch, your commander. Awe be damned, you could always fall back on militarum standard.“At ease, I’m not here in an official capacity.” She said with a smile. “Y—Yes, your ladyship.”“You have a special gift, Sergeant Enon. You are a perpetual.”Perpetual, forever.Immortal. “I… I suppose that makes sense.”“Normally, a discovery like this brings unprecedented consequences, none your fault.” Her wings twitched ever so slightly. “I want you under my command, not my legion, but me.” If it meant being in her presence everyday…“What will I be?” “An aide-camp.” A scribe.You were a breacher, the first in and last out of any boarding action or space hulk exploration.>"I'm a breacher, your ladyship. Not a scribe.">"I... I serve because I believe in The Imperium, with my own two hands. I can't see myself as some scribe." >"I don't know how to serve other than fighting the enemy, your ladyship. Let me use this... Gift I have to serve a greater purpose."
>>6400148>"I'm a breacher, your ladyship. Not a scribe."
>>6400148>"I'm a breacher, your ladyship. Not a scribe."Respectfully Ma'am, that dog don't hunt.
[Insert joke about breaching]
god how unlucky of a breacher are you to get sniped right in the visor by a Kroot arrow.
>>6400148>"I don't know how to serve other than fighting the enemy, your ladyship. Let me use this... Gift I have to serve a greater purpose."
>>6400320I'd argue that makes you the luckiest of the lot, dying so quickly.
>>6400179>>6400238>>6400242Votes counted
The first time you truly lived began in the blinding white smoke, drowned in the chaotic orchestra of lasfires and explosions. The drumming beat of your heart, the coursing adrenaline, the recoil of your shotgun, they brought you into the world as a sentient being, not just a creature who struggled to survive in the hives. To leave that life, to be some… Quill lackey. "I'm a breacher, your ladyship. I'm not some scribe." She smiled, approval? Understanding? “I understand, pulling you from your duties which you have dedicated your life to is cruel. An aide-camp does not mean being a scribe, but as my eyes, ears and my advisor.“You eyed her up and down, and beheld not just a warrior, but a goddess. Blonde hair shimmering, eyes so clear and focused, and lips red as blood and plump as a ripe fruit. Military bearing and naval courtesy was all that secured your state of mind. “A position without strict roles and missions…” You swirled the idea in your head. “A position to bring light unto a galaxy trapped in darkness.” The primarch said. “Yes…” Excitement whirled in your heart like a pleasant yet fierce breeze. “I like the sound of that.” Her wings parted, as if preparing to take flight. White feathers gleamed like stalwart ice underneath the cruel sun. “I’ll have to gather my belongings and—”“No need to concern yourself with that, they are already in my vessel. I… took the liberty of bringing your belongings to my ship.” She smiled sheepishly. “I see.” You stood awkwardly. “I’m feeling rather fine, am I to stay here longer or am I free to leave?” “I’ll have the medicae discharge you today and your new uniform delivered.” The Red Tear, an embodiment of art, passion, and elegance. Gold encased the vessel, gilded beauty resided in every sides and each corner. Wherever you stepped, enchanting symmetry greeted as if the entire path you walked was prepared for your arrival. The soft fabric of red gambeson made you forget the carapace armor above it. You stood at the edge of the entrance to the command deck.>You sought to primarch’s side as an aide would.>You carefully approached the command deck with careful observance, waiting to be noticed or to be spoken to.
>>6401314>You carefully approached the command deck with careful observance, waiting to be noticed or to be spoken to.Old habits I'd imagine.
>>6401314>You sought to primarch’s side as an aide would.
>>6401314>>You sought to primarch’s side as an aide would.Gotta try our best for the role.
>>6401314>You sought to primarch’s side as an aide would.may as well make a statement. people are going to have to get used to seeing us around.
>>6401764>>6401472>>6401426Votes counted
You sought to primarch’s side as an aide would. You strode in with confidence, not glancing at the familiar sounds of the bridge’s soft clicks and sighs of tactical controls, you faced forward with your flak-helmet firmly tucked between your arm and side. The primarch was surrounded by her daughters and serfs with data-slates. You stood behind the astartes and looked for a gap to slide through the ceramite canyon. It was then her eyes met yours.“Ah, there you are.” The surrounding member’s attention pinned on you instantly. The primarch smiled, at you, your presence. It was hard to believe you were just a rank and file voidsman before your current position. A sea of ceramite red parted. You approached the primarch, an audible thud followed in every footstep you made. “Be at ease, Sergeant.” She commanded with a voice of a soft request. You snapped to a parade-rest. “Yes, your ladyship.”Your shoulder did not loosen. While you’ve been around astartes, you rarely worked with them let alone be part of their command structure. Breachers were under navy’s authority, often severed from astartes control. Being a human in a unique position… What were you supposed to do? “How is your uniform settling?” The primarch said. “It fits me well, thank you, your ladyship. I await your command.” She smiled, you swore you saw a twinge of… Something beneath that radiance. You followed the primarch, watching and taking notes on your own data-slates to record what matters she needed to attend in the coming future. From simple logistics to tactical decisions, the primarch untangled the issues with scalpel like precision and calm as the quiet skies. “I hope today was not overwhelming.” You stood beside her at her seat in the bridge. Even sitting down, you still had to crane your neck up to see her. The lifeless, green mechanical lights of the ship did not marred her presence, but shaped around her, finding a way to make the primarch, the apex human warrior, even grander.“It is nothing I cannot handle.” >“If I may ask… Why have you requested my transfer? I see no role for me here.” >“Though I don’t feel quite right with just a bolt-pistol, I feel too light to the point that I fear I might fly away.” >You stood quiet, reverting back to your military bearing. >“Do you ever feel overwhelmed? I admit the level of management was rather jarring to witness it.” >Write-in
>>6402646>“Do you ever feel overwhelmed? I admit the level of management was rather jarring to witness it.”Show some concern?
>>6402646>“Do you ever feel overwhelmed? I admit the level of management was rather jarring to witness it.”
>>6402646>You stood quiet, reverting back to your military bearing.
>>6403651>>6402870>>6402685Votes counted
“Do you ever feel overwhelmed? I admit the level of management was rather jarring to witness it. As your aide-de-camp, it is part of my duty to alleviate your workload.”A smile of a thousand suns, radiant and soft. She shook her head. “I am alright, for now, when I am in need of you I will say so.” You doubted she’d ever call you for help. She was Sanguinia, the Great Angel, what can you do to help a primarch?As the Red Tear traveled the warpstorm, you were asked to bring more art supplies in the middle of cleaning your room. You stood before a doube door of shining auramite, engraved with Baal, Terra, and the moons represented with a large red gem. You pulled the door hinge three times. “Your ladyship, I have your paint supplies.”Come to think of it, you have never been to her personal room. The double door opened with a soft whine, and the respledence unfolded before you. A beautiful symmetry split the room. A giant white pelt with black dots laid on the floor. Two white pillars shined with a quiet muster with a smooth surface. Elegance oozed from the room without passing flamboyancy. The primarch sat on a wooden stool, dressed in a flowing white robe that cut a little too deep at the center, giving you a teasing glimpse of her chest. Thankfully, a golden sash pinned with a red brooch ran across from her shoulder. She also wore an engraved leather waist belt with loose straps. You imagined removing the fabric, layer by layer until she bared her smooth, silky skin. “Supplies?” The primarch said. She turned her gaze to the table where plenty of brushes and paint waited to be used. “Sergeant Enon, is everything alright?”She’s calling you, krak-shit! You shook your head.>"I apologize, your ladyship. It's my first time seeing you without your armor. Your immaculate... Your outfit, I mean." >"Yes, everything is alright." You said calmly, but not before getting another glance at her chest. >>"Yes, everything is alright." You kept your bearing, unshakable as the shields of a breacher.>Write-in
>>6404940>"I apologize, your ladyship. It's my first time seeing you without your armor. Your immaculate... Your outfit, I mean."
>>6404940>"I apologize, your ladyship. It's my first time seeing you without your armor. Your immaculate... Your outfit, I mean." why not
>>6404940>"I apologize, your ladyship. It's my first time seeing you without your armor. Your immaculate... Your outfit, I mean."Worry not, our spaghetti remains firmly in our pockets.
>>6404940>"Yes, everything is alright." You said calmly, but not before getting another glance at her chest.She'll never notice.
>>6405073>>6405064>>6405060Votes counted
"I apologize, your ladyship. It's my first time seeing you without your armor. You’re immaculate... Your outfit, I mean."A melodic laugh trilled, bouncing all around her room as her wings flapped quietly. “Thank you, Sergeant.”You wanted to bash your head agains the wall, right now. “But I don’t remember asking for supplies…” She rubbed her chin in ponderance, eyes furrowing like that of a saber-tooth tigris, cute yet still capable of decimating a man in half a second. “I do not need them but I will have them nonetheless.” You placed the supplies on the wooden table.“Your ladyship.” You turned to leave.“Wait!” Her voice rose slightly, she covered her lips then calmly placed her hands on her lap. “Would you mind being a model?” You blinked. “Me?”“To celebrate your new position, and to know each other better.” “Of course, your ladyship.” You removed your helmet and sat on her couch, throne… It smells so sweet, like her. “Tell me, Sergeant, what kind of portrait would you like?”>"I'll trust your judgment, your ladyship.">"Maybe something... Heroic?" >"Something interesting, the paintings I see are all so dour and the same."
>>6406801>"I'll trust your judgment, your ladyship."
>>6406801>"Something interesting, the paintings I see are all so dour and the same."
>>6406801>"Maybe something... Heroic?"
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>>6406801Sorry for the lack of updates folks, been busy I'll get back into it either this weekend or this week
"Something interesting, the paintings I see are all so dour and the same."“Something interesting…” She placed her finger on her chin, pondering. A soft chuckle flowed through her red lips. The sweet voice bounced off the shining wall. Her lips curved to a heavenly smile, an arc of beauty on an oherworldy visage contained in a body of a war goddess. Despite hearing the stories, you could not see her in a ferocious battle as you watched the primarch chuckled. “You are correct, Sergeant.” The primarch said. “I do find most paintings in the Imperium so dour. I will accept your request.”You sat on the stool, watching the intense focus in her sharp eyes. Every time her eyes set on you, brief as it may be, a gentle hug squeezed your heart. “Tell me Sergeant, what was your life before your service?”You shrugged, your story was similar to many of your peers. “I was a child living in the underhives. I saw the servis in the Navis Imperialis as a way to escape. It’s a common enough story.”There was a pause, her hands stopped and her enchanting lips slanted to a sorrowful frown. “It shouldn’t be.” The primarch said softly. “I’m sorry for your hardship.”>“Don’t be, your ladyship. The Imperium gave me a home and purpose.”>“That’s simply life, my ladyship. We deal with the circumstances we are given make work of it.”>Write-in
>>6409247>“Don’t be, your ladyship. The Imperium gave me a home and purpose.”
>>6409247>“That’s simply life, my ladyship. We deal with the circumstances we are given make work of it.”
>>6409247What's a smooth way to say "It's fine because I got to meet you?"
