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>>97440128

>be Felinid Lt.Tom
>realize that i got fucked over and sent to an even worse planet than Nordica II
>shortly after unloading the regiments equipment from the transport, I get orders
>I'm supposed to take two of my Felinid squads and help some new fag Cadian take a Hab-block
>okay, sounds simple enough
>given a data slate by Lord Commissar Kate
>It has the mission details on it
>turns out the mission is not exactly simple as I thought
>Its Hab-Block-04J-1989
>Pic related
>apparently it is one of the largest Hab Blocks in Hive Kong
>Yes, the hive city where in is named "Hive Kong"
>weird name
>someone high up the chain of command want the hab-block secured for some reason
>have my Troopers board their Valkyrie dropships
>I take a seat in the lead dropship
>look out the window on the way
>almost the entire hive city is consumed by heavy fighting
>no way is this just some cult uprising
>watch as an Ad Mech Titan demolishes one of the nicer looking hab-blocks
>that makes me wonder, what makes Hab-Block-04J-1989 so Emperor damned important?
>we meet up with the Cadian Valkyries enroute to our landing zone
>our Valkyries land first
>enemy resistance on the roof of the Hab-Block is light
>just a few poorly disciplined cultists
>they are wiped the fuck out quick enough
>start to think this mission with be a cake walk
BOOM
>look behind me and watch as a fucking Hell Blade shoots down the Valkyrie carrying the Cadians
>Its also the one carrying the Cadian Lt. in charge of the mission
>guess that means I'm in command now

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>Be Me John Willard
>Former captain of the 33rd Athonian Tunnel Rats
>Former operative in an experimental inquistion branch called MACI-SOG (Militarum Assistant Command Inquisition Special Operations Group)
>Was moved here to Chyna Secondus by the Inqusition after MACI-SOG was disbanded
>Just my luck that the planet is currently undergoing a heretic uprising
>The locals were always giving me and my family looks of disgust when we moved into Shuìjiào de gǒu
>Next door neighbour was the only one who seemed to not do that
>Dont get to see him much though seeing as hes a sentinel power lifter driver at Manufactorum 13
>Been held up in my home with my family
>Shame most of it just seems to slip by me
>My wife and I aren't on the best terms, its safe to say the marriage is falling apart. Made worse by me keeping us locked in here
>My daughter Rebecca thinks I'm strangling her future as all teenagers think their fathers do
>Only one who seems content at least is Charlie, a bright 5 year old who me and Claire put a brave face on so he doesnt cry
>Im waiting for a mission no doubt
>Ive got a telephone in my house that can pick up Inquisitorial codes
>From what I know, my code should still be acceptable if I ever pick a call up
>I'm not sure how the situation outside has devolved other then hearing artillery and aircraft overhead
>I did make a call to the local arbites about our hab block being a potential uprising spot of a cult
>Though I cant remember if they are a chaos cult or a genestealer cult as I focused on fortifying and supplying the apartment
>I feel the walls close in tighter, getting weaker in here whilst the enemy gets stronger
>Just got to make it through this, maybe answer the call
>Hard to keep it together when Claire nags at me about smoking in the house
>Where the hell else am I supposed to smoke dear?

I am on vacation right now, but if this stays alive for a few days I will post when I am back

>>>/qst/

>>97441323

you sir have no idea what a green text thread is do you?

>be Felinid Lt. Tom
>be on roof top of Hab-Block-04J-1989
>look over the edge of the roof
>see the burning wreck of the Cadian Valkyrie
>it would be an Emperor damned miracle is anyone survived that crash
>decide to write off the Cadian squad and their Lt. was KIA
>now its just me and two squads of Felinid guardsmen, half of them white shields
>seriously why do I have to be the one to baby sit those kids?
>ItsAllVerySoTiresome.vox
>take charge of whats left of this a task force
>order the troopers to stack up on the nearest entrance on the roof
>as I get close to the door to breach it
CRASH
"fOr ThE dArK gO-"
ZAP
Thud
>Some retarded Chaos Cultist decided to Leroy Jenkins through the door
>I blew a hole in his corrupted head with my hot shot las pistol for his trouble
>look down at his corpse
>see Slaaneshi runes carved into his flesh
>Emperor Damn it!
>I guess I owe Lord Commissar Kate 20 Thrones
>step over the corpse and take lead
>I descend down into the top floor of the Hab block
>Chaos runes all over the place
>painted on the walls with blood
>this is gonna suck
>look over to my white shield nephew and instruct him to stay close
>probably going to loose alot of troopers taking this pit

>be Felinid Lt. Tom
>be clearing the first floor of Hab-Block 04J-1989
>only have two squads of guardsmen with me
>this also probably the dingiest Hab I have ever seen
>not including heretical runes painted on the wall with blood
>round the first corner to find more Slaaneshi heretics
>some of them are... mutants
FuckingBarf.vox
>some of the freaks have spikey tentacles
>the corridor is very quickly filled with las and auto gun fire
>slam myself against the wall to take cover
Crash
Thud
>the fucking wall gives way, and I find myself in what has to be the smallest apartment I have ever seen
>it's just barely bigger than a jail cell
>Holy Emperor, no wonder the Chaos cult grew so quick
>look at the wall I crashed through
>its just cheap dry wall, no wood, no metal, no brick
>suddenly get a devious idea
>tell my Guardsmen to suppress the cultists while I flank them
>they look at me as if I'm insane
>my nephew of course asks if I'm drunk again
>proceed to crash through four more apartments
>in last one i kick down the door to the hallway
>catch the heretics by supprise
>pretty sure one of them actually shit them selves
>slaughter the dirty bastards with power sword
>duck, weave, and parry any attack that comes my way
>they try to shoot me, but i use the body of what was their team leader as a meat shield
>use said meat shield to close the distance before decapitating both of them
>once the hallway is secure i signal my guardsmen to move forward

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fucking finally
>be me
>Packmaster "Meat Shield"
>due to the large flood of highly toxic waste created by the hive world's forges, smelting plants, depots, ammo storages, or testing areas, etc. there is a large number of "mutant" babies from the non-adeptus mechanics part of the population
>even more so than other hive worlds, hell even necromunda has a cleaner gene pool than us
>also a long time ago a rogue trader dumped a bunch of abhumans he collected here; from Ogryns, Ratlings, to Long Shanks and NightStriders
>not that anyone even knows which house it was so they can be sent back
>most ended up finding places to clan together in the lower hives or our in the more toxic areas outside the hives
>honestly it wouldn't surprise me at this point if there are more abhumans than humans on this chemical blasted cesspool of a planet
>there is even a Emperor damn navigator house in orbit now because how mangled the genes are down here that when some kids were born with three eyes the planet was deemed a "potential recruiting zone for Shrouded House Miser"
>so we have the equitant of a broke, desperate, crackhouse of a Navigator house living in a "claimed" space station over the planet
>however for most of the rest of us abhumans either bred, mutated, or the result of our moms standing too close to the radiation sea when we were still being developed?
>we end up as serfs for the more dangerous Manufactorum jobs since we are more expendable
>or dead
>but the strongest or those at least able to respond to gothic can end up in the Abhuman Penal Auxillary
>the Chyna Secundus's "Emperor's Forsaken"
>or at least they did, since more and more are joining up with the Mutant rebellion
>not me though

>>97442489
>i know that you either die for the imperium or you die FROM the imperium
>and without me running these freaks, rejects, mutants, and failed gene-abortions i doubt the brass would keep any of them around at all, either treating them as even worse meat for the grinder or just outright executing us
>i wake up to another day of picking roaches out of my smog blackened wool as i get the rest of the lads and ladies up and ready
>someone from the PDF defaced my armor again "cunt"
>haha at least its not "Grox cum bag"
>i wince as i run a hand along carved brand on my left cheek
>that was a shitty night for sure
>commissar tosses me the orders and spits on me as i pick em up
>"t-ank you ssssaaarrr" (you prick)
>the "triple rebellions" as the brass are calling them mean we are never short on suicide missions
>rouse the Ogryns with promises of gold star stickers (the ones we get are the one's who are too stupid for even the bone 'eads to order about)
>throw the remains of the dead we were allowed to keep from the last battle into the nearest open water pipe to get the Pelagers up (how a species used to clean ocean water can survive in the soup the water system shits out i dont know)
>gather the Ratlings who aren't trying to scam or swindle their ways out of it(if you could have you already be gone, no nobody buys the idea you're related to "Rogue Trader Nubby Nubbs" focus on gathering useful shit)
>promise for the 400th time to the Long Shanks for taller doorways to their bunks (like i can do anything to convince the top brass to do more than NOT shoot us)

>>97442495
>find the psykers who didn't go mad, explode, or eat their own eyes last night and get them ready to aim themselves at the enemy (hopefully)
>get the Night Striders to their hovels for doing their job during the night watch (save those who are good at using coms or hearing radar, sadly being useful means you get double shift)
>apparently our job is to capture a rather important tank depot
>the techno archivists found there was a depot that was overlooked for the last few hundred years due to improperly stored data wafers
>and given that the systems never reported failure cascades...
>there is a storage depot somewhere in this rockcrete maze of 700 years of Leman Russ battle tanks that nobody knows about
>enough to turn the tide of this war to whoever finds it
>and its the expendable troops job to find it, radio in while getting eaten alive by the chaos mutants, genestealers, and rebelling humans so the better troops can secure it
>also given that some uppity navigator's procession got ambushed the high command has a stick up their ass so we wont be getting much support (as if we ever do)
>apparently a whole damn unit of the felinids just landed so all my normal shock troops are now getting sent to a bunch of new freaks who look like their uniforms got mixed up with a swimsuit modeling calendar
>just another day in the guard.

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>be me
>the honorable Pol'Pot of the Gue'vesa Liberation front
>or the Ka'mer Rouge
>ive had a hard life
>You Know, I Never Had Much as a Kid
>Just Loving Noble Parents, Stability, and an upper hive Mansion...
>And a Thriving Corpse Starch Enterprise for Me to Inherit
>Useless Crap Like That.
>is it any wonder i ran away to the Tau Empire worlds with such struggle surrounding me?
>there i was able to meet those who truly understood i was destined for greater things
>between the water caste diplomat, fire caste commander, and Etheral aiding my revolution
>this world will be liberated from the filth of the upper, lower, middle, and serf castes
>then i will erase evert trace of individuality from the population so we can all be equal under the greater good
>except me obviously
>i am the leader of the revolution clearly i am more equal than others
>sadly it appears my rebellion is being swept up in another rebellion by some of the poor mutant populations
>sickening, dont they know that without us they have nobody to work for?
>one of the Gue'vesa troops comes up to me
>execute him for daring to come up to me
>ask one of the other Gue'vesa to explain what he was aiming to do
>apparently there is a depot of several tanks hidden on this most inefficient planet
>execute him for withholding this information
>i try to explain this to the loaned fire caste leader Shas'O something
>he blows me off
>i want to execute him but i dont own the planet yet so i let him go
>i shall handle this myself
>because i am Pol'Pot and this shall be my world or every rebel under me shall die trying

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>>97442406
>>97442489
>be me
>tiny tam
>of the Felinid Winter Guard, White shield deployment, private first class. Formerly of Nordica II
>i have gone from poor starving orphan to poor starving white shield
>its a mild improvement
>apparently we got deployed off happy ending for the first time in quite awhile so thats good news
>i can maybe feel the warmth of a sun on my face
>that hope was dashed much like my hope of ever finding out what happened to the mercenary group my mother was apart of when i see its a hive world
>the worse version of New Yur scaled up to a planet
>my guard grade issued cynicism did not prepare me for this
>granted i get to stay with Tiny Tom and LT Tom
>and we get some new recruits i think?
>they seem even more haggard than the ones from New Yur and their fur is really thin in places
>and most of them keep looking at us confused about our choice in uniform and that there is a Lord General
>but newly appointed Commisar tammy seems up to the task of teaching them
>not that i get the chance to see that because we are sent to clear a hab block
>because the Emperor hates me except not really because i might be a saint or something
>really that whole mess was a shitshow
>speaking of which Lt Tom just told us to cover him as he ran ahead
>tiny tom as ive decided to call him just shakes his head and mentions something about drinking
>we move up into the hall way as i pass more slaanesh cultists
>alot of mutants here
>im starting to have flashbacks to Nordica II's candlemass shit show
>Tiny Tom takes my hand as we push on into the hab block

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>>97442489
>be me
>ratling sniper 1st class and head brigand of the "Chyna black market" Bilby Bagend
>i can get anything anyone needs faster than a red squig
>and i can rob them bare faster than a male missionary in a sister of battle convent
>cant seem to get out of the Forsaken though
>not for lack of trying
>i have burned through every contact i could to get off this dump
>called in favors from the clergy, faked reassignment orders to Damnatum Lutum, the Generian 99th Medium Infantry (apparently they got reassigned by someone named oak?), Spencer, hell i even tried to call in favors from that metal guy who keeps insisting he's inquisitor Ironwall
>currently getting the plans together to "fake a warrant of trade"
>Brigsy says he swears he knows a guy who knows a guy
>Sargent "meatshield" walks in
>"yes ma'am just getting the supplies together"
>"no ma'am no plans for desertion"
>"yes ma'am i "found" some Ripper guns for the Ogryns after "scavenging the battlefield" you never know what gets lost out there"
>"no ma'am i dont have any idea of any missing surplus if the commissar asks you"
>"yep, see you when we deploy past the wire ma'am"
>for how much of a stick she has up her arse we all listen to her
>nobody else seems as dead set on getting us all out alive
>that said why she keeps trying to follow the rules when the only way out of this unit in any official way is in a bodybag or purged
>given the mess going on round here it seems its all hands on deck, we have new guard regiments coming in for the first time in a long time
>doubt they been told anything about how shitty it is
>our top brass is both retarded and eager to get someone else to pull their asses out of the fire
>full deployments across the board
>even heard the commissar telling the armored units to "get me closer i want to hit them with my sword"
>yeah i have a few places you can stick your power sword first.
>might as well have some of the more stout of my lads carry these to the Ogryn tent

>Be Trainee Cummissar Maria
>I was sent to this shit hole of a world to assess whether any of the local Slaaneshi cults are worthy of joining our organization
>So far the answer is no
>This current group I am inspecting could probably pass for followers of Nurgle if it weren’t for the revealing cut of the rags they wear, the occasional spontaneous orgy, and the fact that the most common mutation is sensual, spiked tentacles growing from arms, faces, or groins, and the second most common mutation is unusually shaped or numerous naughty bits
>Many are badly undernourished, some senior members are very much over nourished
>Hygiene is non-existent
>Their main lair is in a sewer, and the feast they greet me with is mostly uncooked human flesh, chopped up pieces of rodent and giant insect, and what is either a tentacled slug or a badly mutated dong
>I almost go AWOL right then and there, but the being in my necklace reminds me of the rewards for obedience, and the punishments for failure, so I take a bite out of the tentacled thing, wash it down with what is either moonshine or poison, manage not to vomit, and smile like I enjoyed the experience
>It is times like this even the possibility of reclaiming my position of heir to my Rogue Trader Dynasty doesn’t quite seem worth it

>be Felinid Lt. Tom
>just finished clearing the top floor of Hab-Block 04J-1989
>lots of dead heretics and mutants, but no dead Felinids
SoFarSoGood.purityseal
>but i think that mostly came down to the cultists being armed rabble
>fuckers don't even aim most of the time
>Throne, some of the fuckers weren't even armed
>could have sworn that one of the Slaaneshi freaks came at with a rusty piece of rebar
>I of course decapitated the dirty dirty cultist with my power sword
>that brings me back to the present
>find the next stair way down
>this one has far less chaos runes smeared on the walls
>Emperor be praised I can actually read what the sign painted on the wall says
>"FLOOR No. 101"
>feel the urge to eat my own Hot Shot Las Pistol
>suppress it by instead taking out my flask of Amasec and taking a great big swig
>white shield nephew looks at with a look of concern
>put away the flask and pull out the Hot Shot Las Pistol and take point
>first thing a see is another mutant peering through a hole in the wall to the left
>blast the fucker in the head, then a few more time to make sure it's dead
>wonder what the fuck it was looking at
>look through the hole
*CENSORED*
>back away, scramble to a broken window and puke
>call over the flame trooper Stacy
>borrow the flammer from the biki clad Felinid Guards woman
>quickly insert the flammer nozzle through the hole and bathe the room in holy fire
>hand the flammer back to trooper Stacy
>Tiny Tam asks what I saw
>choose not to tell her, choose not to tell a soul

Well I'm going to bed, will post more tomorrow

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>>97442489
>>97442741
>be Simo
>of the Emperor's Forsaken commando team "aqua"
>be a Saharduin or a "Piscean" if anyone who cares asks
>after the purges my ancestors met up with a "interesting" rogue trader who saved a large number of our people for his "collection" before the space wolves wiped us out
>then cut to few million generations later the same humans descendant dumped us all here
>and it sucks frankly
>the water ways are always crammed, you can never tell if you can fit in a pipe or not and more times than not you end up in the sewers
>granted we have become rather adept at crafting our own rebreathers because of that
>its not that we need them to breathe underwater but its the same difference as humans needing a gas mask to breath air in a smog filled shithole
>wake up to a feeding frenzy from "meatshield" in one of the main water pipes, the through way we use for most of our movement throughout the hive
>mmmm mutant meat
>thankfully less tainted this time, probably causalities from our own side
>guess that means we need to start causing a distraction
>ready my fin-ish commandos to start swimming through the sewers to start harassing the mutant cultists so the rest of the Forsaken have an easier time breaking through the lines
>they usually are having their post orgy or pre orgy or mid orgy feast around this time
>point is we know where they are eating
>time to stir up some trouble

>>97442741
>>97442785
>Be Slaaneshi Conscript Vincent
>I fall asleep at a club on Happy Ending, and wake up on some shitty hive world with a lasgun in my arms and wearing a pink gas masks, boots, and not much else
>All the men and women around me are well armed, but underdressed, and a few have what are probably Chaos symbols carved or tattooed on their flesh
>The leader is a mesmerizing woman with an officer’s hat on saying something about teaching the “local rabble” how it is done
>The “right” thing to do would be to turn my gun on the others, but I don’t want to die and the lady officer’s voice is irresistible
>So I fall in line with the others
>Apparently we are ambushing some abhuman Guard, which sounds dangerous, but so does fighting my new “comrades” or trying to flee into the urban jungle
>I heard stories growing up about how shitty most other Imperial planets are, but never believed them
>The truth is far worse

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>>97440487
>Be John Willard
>Still in my home
>Finished my smoke some time ago
>Looking outside my barricaded window
>Not the best visuals but it'll do
>The Cult in my hab block has started to engage against another cult
>Funally get a better look at the forces
>Its a Genestealer cult vs a Slaanesh cult
>Shit
>Thankfully they're too busy fighting each other to check apartments for people
>Close the curtains and take a seat on the couch
>Rebecca is being a moody teenager, she resents me for having been away so long in the guard
>Plus moving from Athonia to this hell hole means she lost all her friends
>She's giving me the odd dirty look whilst reading one of her young adult novels
>I never understood why she insists on reading most of that junk
>Claire sits down next to me, I can tell she's uncomfortable but brave face cause Charlie is around
>I hardly spoke to Claire when I got back from my service
>Other then when I agreed to get a divorce
>Before all this shit kicked off
>All I want to do is get back out there, its my home
>It was worse during my first deployment
>When I was there all I could think about was going home, when I was at home on leave all, all I could think of was getting back into a war zone
>I drink some water
"Daddy, what's this?"
>Charlie found a picture from my MACI-SOG days
>He hands it over and I look at it
>I should have burnt the damn thing
>Its a picture of a Tau who the Inquistion wanted killed in a deniable mission
>Our whole thing was deniable missions
"It's nothing too important Charlie, just someone daddy had to kill in the Emperor's name"
>He tilts his head confused slightly
>Charlie was born before we came here, Chyna Secondus is the only home he knows
>Shit has it really been five years on this shit hole
>I need a drink

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>>97442785
>>97442917
>be Tiny Tam
>Lt Tom seems like he needs a break so most of the squad save those on guard duty watching the hall way and stairs, as we try to figure where exactly we are
>Floor No. 101 is not the highest hab on Hab block 04J-1989 but its not exactly where we are supposed to end up
>really the Cadian was the one who knew what our goal was and he exploded
>i sit with Lil Tom and the rest of the white shields
>the numbers swell and shrink but there are a few of us now
>if nothing else i guess its good to see my story is so relatable
>most of the time we just move ammo but Lil Tom is trying to make us a proper squad
>(mainly to impress his uncle i think)
>at his prompting he asks me if the "voice" is telling me anything
>not since Nordica II but i still have some psyker abilities
>im not supposed to use them unless Lord Commissar Kate is here, since the Winter Guard dont have psyker units
>"abhumans are already mutants" was the official ruling i believe
>does that make me a double mutant?
>still we dont have much going on at the moment and something feels off about how easy these cultists are to kill
>i mean i killed one and im a white shield who joined about a month ago
>i close my eyes and hold Lil Tom's hand as i peer through the aether
>screaming
>pain
>hunger
>the usual, then?
>suddenly its like im watching from someone elses eyes
>someone behind the hab wall we're sitting in front of
"AMBUSH!"
>i feel Lil Tom drag me down as all hell breaks lose as lazshots start firing through the cheap hab walls

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>be me
>Hong Xiuq
>leader of the Taiping Star God's Kingdom
>a few years ago i failed my exam to become a member of the imperial scribes
>after locking myself in my room and drinking imported wine from Chancer's Vale
>i was given a vision
>that i am the brother of the Emperor
>who also has four arms
>i was able to spread my word to Hive city Taiping
>my powers allowed us to overcome the PDF and foul penal mutants
>all that is needed now is to wait as my heavenly word is spread to all corners of Chyna Secundus
>but things are not all golden
>some odd cult of degenerates is spreading through the mutants
>their numbers rival that of even the lower classes i have brought under my heavenly light
>and apparently there is a rival organization spreading their propaganda as well albeit with much less success than mine
>they claim all are equal and that there is no Gods at all
>not only untrue but blasphemy as well
>most of my forces are engaged against the mutant cult near Manufactorm 13
>capturing manufactorms is the safest tatic to hold territory between the forces battling on this planet because the admech forces wont use their heavy weapons like that damn titan on them
>speaking of which some of my cultists claim they know of a way to silence that infernal machine once and for all
>order it done as i sit back on my throne and commune with my brother the four armed emperor
"Servant! more mercury!"

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>Be Sentinel Powerlifter operator Wu Baoyu
>Been working in Manufactorum 13 since I was a boy
>Currently still on shift even if its been about 5 weeks since I was at my home
>Manufactorum 13 has been behind on its production out put, so me and several other workers have practically been living in the manufactorum
>I managed to kit out my sentinel to be a small slice of home
>Unfortunately even with a Jade Emperor damned world wide cult uprising on the planet, we're still expected to work
>Not helping this is the damn fire fight between two cults outside
>Any cultist that gets in is a disruption at worse or a fatality at best
>Fatality because I'm certain I've run some over whilst operating the sentinel
>Especially when it's been carrying vats of who knows what, all I know is that its boiling hot
>I just want to get some proper sleep
>My arse is sore from sitting in this damn chair
>But I have quotas to fulfill otherwise we all get servitorised

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>>97444579
>>97443006
>>97442489
>>97442668
>be packmaster "Meat Shield"
>the Pisceans are doing work attacking via the sewer system
>aka the yellow river
>the cults rush to respond as we push through the concrete streets towards the supposed storage depot
>Shuìjiào de gǒu is one of the shitter districts but its between the genestealer cults and the mutant uprisings so we can avoid a full response from either side as we push in
>ogryns in front, followed by longshanks as spotters
>nightstriders acting as rear guard to attack from the shadows while the ratlings do what they do best
>swindle, lie, whine, steal, and grab anything not nailed down as we approach the manufactorum
>supposedly this is where the tanks are being produced so it should be able to report where the finished products are sent to
>"in theory"
>Bilby swears she knows someone who has been buying some serious ordinance and owes her a favor
>i dont ask why she has been selling the very ordinance we could have been using because i know i wont get a straight answer
>shoot a mutant beastman dressed in purple silk robes in the face as he tries to crawl away from the corpse of a purestrain
>if things had been different would the roles be switched
>its not the first time i considered why we abhumans are fighting the mutants given we both come from the same stock
>for a brief moment the wind picks up and reveals whats under those silks
ahthatswhy.godemperorbleachmyeyes
>well there goes my appetite for the next six months
>order the Emperor's Forsaken to move on deeper into the city

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>>97443006
>>97444975
>Be John Willard
>Hear the screams of Genestealers and mutants getting louder in the district
>Seems war finally arrived here
>Shit
>Get up from the sofa and peer out from the barricaded window
>Bunch of Abhumans fighting back against the hordes
>At least they're loyalists
>I still have to stay low but just incase my autogun is on the mantle
>I close the curtains again and head towards my Inquisitorial radio
>Bring it out of my wardrobe and set it up
>Tune it so I can listen into guard comms
>Get a rough idea of how the Guard are dealing with certain sectors of the world
>As its Inquisitorial gear it should be protected from getting interfered with by the various enemy broadcasts
>Thankfully for me I have my clearance code memorised to a tee
>Clearance code Epsilon Psi Lambda Athonia

>AI

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>>97442668
>>97445467
>>97444975
>be Bilby Bagend
>as far as shitshows go id rate this about an 4
>fine if you have enough big un's to throw in front of you but when you're a proper ratling you should be as far from combat as possible and procuring things from the people fighting with their backs turned
>sadly being an abhuman on Chyna Secundus means you're in the same boat as the mutant with three arms and screaming about the star gods even if you're just a little shorter than the normal rate
>okay a lot shorter but still its unfair i get saddled with shite like this
>Meatshield is doing her part well enough keeping us from getting killed unnecessarily but its only a matter of time before both sides start trying to get a piece of us
>either to eat if they're genestealers or to do unmentionable things if they're the Slaanesh mutants
>speaking of which why is this sector always so filled with slaanesh cults
>reports through the black market and the navy men when they stop by the gambling halls is that there was a major uprising on happy ending not long ago
>shame that, i had planned to retire there
>as we find our way to between the rockcrete streets i have one of the daft bat buggers we saddled with the comms unit come over as i begin searching for the signal
"sending out a call to Willy boy, its shortstuff. How you enjoying them surplus i loaned ya? dont pretend ya can't hear me or i might report a jungle boy with inquisitor toy solider experience to my high command."
>id never do it of course not out of love for a good client or a fellow trooper sick of the shit
>but mainly because i just hate the buggars in high command
"and before you start getting all pissy, dont worry i just need a set of eyes in the sky, you wont even need to leave your apartment for it. We just need some intel, ya dont mind do ya Willy boy?"
>im gonna assume he's propa pissed but whats the point of having friends if you never use them to find out how besieged a manufactorm is

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>>97445467
>>97446197
>Be John Willard
>Searching through comms when I recieve a call
>Its from Bilby
>One of the few friends I made on this world
>She managed to gather up some of the supplies needed to keep the apartment going until the uprising is put down
"Solid copy, thanks for the surplus especially for the smokes"
>I smile slightly and then get my serious thoughts back together
>She wants intel on the district as well as manufactorum 13
"Shuìjiào de gǒu was one of the districts the Genestealer cult used as a staging ground. With a fraction of the chaos cult coming in two days before the uprising, cannot confirm if there's a patriarch in the district but cannot rule it out. Manufactorum 13 is currently being fought over on the outside by the Genestealer cult and the chaos cult. Manufactorum 13 is still in operation as if the uprising isnt happening"
>From what I can see from my somewhat limited vision at least, my intel should be good for Shortstuff and her comrades
>I should probably go down there
>Think I'll end the call on one last note
"Hope the information helps. Oh and if you are going to report me, might be wise to say to High Command that its a Tunnel Rat with Inquisitorial service you've been speaking to. Willard out"
>It was nice speaking to her again
>Claire opens the door
"Willard who was that woman you were speaking to?"
>I glance over to Claire, shes upset but why should she care?
>Shes the one that wanted the divorce, all I said was yes
>I hate being held up in here but I cant guarantee Claire and the kids safety if I leave them here
"Just a colleague dear. Dont worry about it"
>She looks at me scornfully before turning away and heading to her bedroom
>I sleep on the couch these days
>Charlie is oblivious to it thankfully, seems even Rebecca being the moody cow she is hasnt decided to break Charlie's heart
>I can't tell him about the divorce
>Pour a shot of vodka I keep hidden in my old gear and head to one of the windows to look out from

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>>97446331
>>97446197
>>97444975
>be packmaster "Meat Shield"
>Bilby reports her "friend's" field report
>its not bad intel
>in fact its suspiciously good intel
>the kind of intel that speaks to troopers with much more experience than me, her, or even our high command when it comes to cults
>but the point is that we can use this to our advantage to a degree
>the manufactorum is still in operation which means that there are likely still laborers inside it
>or servitors (fucking hate servitors)
>the fact this is one of the main staging grounds the genestealer cult is using means facing heavy resistance from them if we try to cut them off but that means the slaanesh cultists are trying to impress someone by taking it now
what happens when an unstoppable tide of perverts meets an unmoveable tide of bug lovers?
>lets find out
>order the "Forsaken" to establish a loose perimeter and kill anyone who looks to be gaining an advantage
>now all we need is a force big enough to take it when both are worn down
>this would be when most commanders would sent in us
>"the disdainful abhumans and mutants to find absolution in death soaking up the enemy's weapons, ensuring the imperium never waivers in its grim duty"
>grox shit on the propagandist who writes those stories why is it never some lord commander who gets sent in the first wave to heroicly get shot in the face 5 feet from the trench he was hiding in
>who do we know who has a large army and would be happy to throw themselves in front of us to protect a manufactorum that according to offical records doesnt even make slag
glowlamp.ding
>maybe Bilby can make another call to the nearby mechanicus temple to one of her "Cog-Bros" and see how eager they are to save a full operational manufactorum before that big titan of theirs stomps on it accidently
>or worse we start touching all those pretty machine parts with out unclean biological covered, "omnissiah forsaken" hands
>Bibly is grinning ear to ear as she delivers the message

>>97444405

>be Felinid Lt. Tom
>be still on Floor No.101
>the floor plan here is kinda fracked up
>takes me a good minute to figure out where the next stair way is
>the without warning
"AMBUSH!"
>takes an auto gun round to the chest plate and get knocked on my ass and tail
oooof.jpg
>most of the felinid guardsmen are quick enough to get the fuck down
>except for Jeff
>Jeff gets torn to shreds by heretic las and auto gun fire
>normally I would mourn the loss of one of my fellow felinid auxilia trooper
>but everyone knows that Jeff fuckin cheats at poker
>fuck Jeff
>notice that heretics are shooting at us through the paper-thin walls
>order my guardsmen to return fire
>once the holes in Hab walls are large enough is start shooting
>shoot a particularly nastily looking chaos mutant first with my Hot shot las pistol
>It dies like another heretic
>but the tentacles coming out of its crotch make me gag on "slab" ration I had for breakfast
>well, what's left of it after barfing from seeing what was in "THAT ROOM"
>decide that we have to end this quickly or we are fucked
>tell flame trooper Stacy to torch the bastards
>after all most of the wall is gone at this point

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>>97446719
>>97442917
>>97442741
>>97444405
>be me
>Zheng Sow
>one of the two bull heads of Slaanesh that help lead the mutant uprising
>the other is my twin sister Yi Sow
>a few months ago we were typical beastmen slaves to the imperium
>working in manufactorums watching our kin get mulched in terrible machine accidents
>having to deal with abuse from limp dick purebloods because of the crime of our birth
>between the constant need for escapism and the will to never turn anything down from new drugs to red light districts we appeared to get the interest of the dark prince
>it all changed suddenly when out from a bar we were approached by some scrawny looking bookworm of a human
>she said her name was Diane and she was trying to offer us some religious pamphlets "introduction into slaanesh cult founding" and "so you've gained the eye of the dark prince", as well as "excess for dummys"
>after some (failed) light reading, a quickie, a few drinks, another quickie, having her read the pamphlets to us
>we were in
>honestly it wasn't hard to win most of the mutants over
>hell it wasn't hard to win most of the hivers over either
>this place really does suck
>there was an outbreak a few years ago and they just sealed up the entire hab block and let them starve to death
>we had to wipe out the resulting nurgle cult too
>but who can argue with the results
>Yi is busy "breaking in" some new toys we got from the last raid
>she wants to practice before meeting that representative from the cult leading the corruption of the sector
>meanwhile im getting some practice in with my "one eyed snake canon"
>its a heavy stubber i stole from my time in the forsaken blessed by the dark gods and fed with the best rituals our cult could muster
>she's a beauty for sure
>my sister favors getting in close and personal but i find firing my gun even more fun than the blood orgies
>i mean most of the time
>id ay 87% more on average

>>97446753
>one of my servants delivers the action reports since my sister is still "busy"
>the push to retake the Shuìjiào de gǒu from the genestealers is going well but stalled
>fuck that tell me how many furballs our ambush in hive Kong got?!?
>none
>the fuck?
>apparently some little brat has psyker powers and blew the ambush so now its a slog fest to just stop them from advancing through the hive
>they are taking causalities
>i dont WANT casualties i want new toys
>ready my baby and order my personal Slaangor horde to ready for combat
>im gonna find that pipsqueak and gift her to the visiting Cummissar
>that should prove how strong we are
>and with some proper backings this entire planet will be ours to rule
>then we can really get to work showing those pureblood fucks who is superior

>>97444579
>Be Sentinel powerlifter operator Wu Baoyu
>Wipe some sweat from my brow as I finish setting down a vat of some sort of acid used in metal work onto a lift
>It gets raised up and sent for use in the next part of the operation
>Suddenly the PA comes on
>Its the supervisor
"To all workers of Manufactorum 13, keep to your work even as heretics break into the facility. Ignore them and continue with your work. Failure to comply will result in servitorisation. You are 10.05% complete in your quota"
>It dies down as I sigh
>I should have stayed in the PDF
>Did a brief stint in it as it was deemed mandatory
>If I stayed I'd have been out of here
>Regardless we've still got tons of vats of the damned acid to move
>I dont even know how the stuff is made
>All I know is that its probably half the reason Manufactorum 13 is underpreforming
>Seeing as the folks who work on it frequently die or get parts replaced with cheap cybernetics cause the overseer didn't want to waste too much on them
>Just glad I pilot my sentinel
>Take a swig of green tea thats gone cold and head to the next vat
>Its finished up so I need to transfer it
>Before I can do that an explosion goes off
>Shit myself cause that vat could spill
>Thank The Jade Emperor it didn't
>Just to be sure I get Kong Qing another sentinel operator to help me carry this one
>Iowemysoultothecompanystore.vox

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>>97446753
>>97446719
>be Tiny Tam
>Flamer Stacy provided flamer fire to melt the heretics ambushers in the next room
>she seems to enjoy it a little too much
>these heretics are a bit more focused than those we faced before as we have to take cover as the battle turns into a rockcrete crawl, between ambushes, wall firing positions, its turning into a clusterfuck
>most of the older guard are trying to push down into the lower levels via the stair way Lt Tom is fighting to secure
>Lil Tom has us pop smokes to pull back as we start moving ammo to the rest of the troops
>suddenly my head starts aching
>not like when the voice of the Emperor spoke to me on Nordica II but more like the feeling you get when you eat something that tastes good but makes your stomach flip into your lower intestine
"soon you shall taste what the warp has to offer, orphan of the anathema"
>it feels like a purr, curse, and stabbing pain in my ear all at once as i grab my head and whimper
>"g-get out..."
>Lil Tom looks at me concerned as something big sounds like its stomping up from the lower levels
>this is going to be bad...

>>97447297
>>97446753

>be Felinid Lt. Tom
>be still stuck in an ambush by fucking heretics
>Stacy, thank the Throne, torched the cultists to our left
>giggling while doing so
>kinda think it's funny, but also a little worrying
>now we still have slaaneshi heretics to our front and rear
>Nephew tells his white shield compatriots to chuck smoke grenades to our rear
>it gives them the cover we need to move up
>good to see the boy actually learned something from my tactica imperialis lessons
>take advantage of our smoke screen to push toward the next stair way in front of us
>problem is there are still some heretics over there
>have the white shields lay covering fire while I take the rest of us to move forward
>before I move up I figure its good idea to toss a couple frag grenades at the cultists
BOOM
BOOM
>charge forward with Hot shot las pistol and power sword in hand
>shoot two heretics still recovering from the grenade blasts
>and decapitate a third, a mutant with a d*ck for a nose, who thought we could 1v1 me in melee
>signal the rest of my team to move foward to the stair well before the cultists can get their shit together
>also feel something
THUMP
THUMP
THUMP
>something big is moving bellow us
>and i dont want to know what

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>>97446197
>>97446331
>>97446582
>be Steve the enginseer
>of forge world Frevexia
>after a long and painful history involving heretics, genestealers, tau raiders, a series of threats to my body, data ports, mind, and soul
>i finally figured out my place in the grand machine of the Omnissiah
>as far from the front lines as physically possible
>i managed to procure a simple position as a data sorter on a toxic smog world named Chyna Secundus
>they have stricter rules on rights than most imperial worlds
>no regard for human life outside of raw productivity
>and due to their poor management of the biological contaminants a large mutant population
>perfect
>not even the orks would invade such a shitty place right?
>right?
>WRONG BECAUSE THE OMNISSIAH SAID FUCK YOU IN PERTICULAR
>not one
>not two
>but THREE
>rebellions are happening here
>granted people are mainly talking about two of them
>the third seems kinda...inept?
>i fought tau on Happy Ending and that is not how they train their human auxiliaries
>well fought is a strong word
>more like ran for my life with a maybe cultists/maybe psycher/maybe rogue trader/ maybe inquistor named Priscilla
>i wonder whatever happened to her...
>as im about to settle into a nice day dream to escape the fact i have zero emotional vaults to hide my robe wetting terror about being in the middle of a planet wide shit show yet again
>i get a ring through the noosphere
>oh good
>Bilby
>at first it was somewhat concerning to find most illegal smuggling by the ratlings was just "ignored"
>but its honestly faster than most of the process to do anything here
>and most of the parts used in repair and construction wouldnt last half as long if she didnt bring "outside" material for me to "procure" for the boss
>i read her frankly insultingly graphic request for aid in reclaiming Manufactorum 13
>manufactorum 13 is under attack?
>look outside
>huh it is
>...
>...
>WHY AM I STILL HERE

>>97448078
>>97446813
>just as im about to spring for the exit the Magos Supervisor appears behind me totally silent
>oh right
>him
>the scariest magos ive ever seen and ive been on a train with slaanesh and khorne corrupted tech priests
>the guy might actually be insane
>i know its rich coming from the guy who replaced most of himself with metal but that guy has a bunch of screws in his brain
>he turned one of my co-workers into a servitor
>not a menial that be understandable at least
>but ANOTHER TECHPRIEST
>INTO A SERVITOR
>i gingerly raise the request from Bilby to his sensors as he glares at me
>he makes a sound like a blender, leman russ tank, and manic laughter
>before turning and returning to watching the production quotas like a cyperhawk
>i cautiously reply through the noosphere
>"your request is being processed."
>i can't believe im saying this
>but please let something go wrong on the floor so i can get out here.

like how the thread is coming along so far Anons,
the amount of grimderp is perfect

Just wish I see more familiar names like Priscila or Commissar Kate
Also some orks and Space Marines (of both flavor) would be nice

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>>97446197
>>97448078
>be Bilby Bagend
>well that fell through
>granted i figured Steve was a long shot but he also is a push over so i figured that he at least give me something i could use
>next time he wants replacements for the "Chyna Secundus approved masonry rockcrete" thats not corn and Sytracofoam he can fuck a toaster
>report this to Meatshield as we muse what to do next
>there appears to be a swarm of genestealers getting ready to push towards the titan the mechanicus have
>why something that useful is here ill never know
>watch is step onto a full hab block
>ah now it makes sense
>because the top brass are retarded and think "fighting the enemy where you cannot see him" and other retarded nonsense while snorting ambull horn dust makes you immortal
>figures
>well thankfully nobody gives a shit what we do so i decide to do the last thing anyone expects while the Emperor's Forsaken bravely hide and let our enemies kill each other
>be proactive
>i grab a few of my sneakier lads and we scout ahead
>maybe if we just grab what we need from the Manfactorum we can just leave
>i mean it suck for Steve and all the other cust-i mean civilians stuck inside
>but fuck it not like they return the favor
>besides the rad sea isnt far from here and the last thing i need is to get my pasty ass a rad burn when the wind picks up
>also its almost second breakfast
>might find a nice hole in the rockcrete to have a light snack
>as shite as this place is, you can't fault their tea
>give even the Tanna the Valhallans love so much a run for its money
>can't figure out where they grow anything round here though
>knowing this place and my luck its made with orphan bones or something
>...
>i seriously need to ask Brigsy how that warrent of trade thing is going.

>>97448176
wait til you see what ive got next when we get to a good point in the story
the sons of Vulkan but not the ones you expect

>>97442917
>>97448024
>Be Slaaneshi Conscript Vincent
>The ambush goes poorly, those felinids are unnaturally fast
>I try to explain how this whole thing is a misunderstanding, but one of the felinids knees me hard in the groin and throws me over a ledge
>I probably would have died if it weren’t for the fact that I landed in a rubbishy bin
>Everything hurts, I think I will just lie here for a while

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>>97446331
>Be Willard
>Chyna Secondus
>Shit, I'm still on Chyna Secondus
>I finished my first shot as I was looking through the window
>Barricaded up like the others
>Outside the war effort seems to be going well on our side of things
>Titan seems to not be doing much currently other then stomp around
>But I know anything can happen
>Haven't heard anything new from the grape vine of the vox network
>I close the blinds and lie down on the floor
>Each time I looked around the walls became a little tighter
>Im growing softer, weaker
>Too much time couped up, leads to too much thinking
>Not even drunk on booze, drunk on thought
>I am about to punch a mirror when Rebecca enters
"Dad, mom made lunch, she told me to get you"
>I break out of my haze and head to the sofa
>On the small table isnt much, only some Chyna Secondus approved noodle rations and some meat courtesy of Bilby
>My wife doesn't know I got most the stuff for us hunkering down from Bilby seeing as
>She didn't care other then making sure she and the kids were safe
>I thank her and the God Emperor for the meal and tuck in
>Chyna Secondus approved noodles are probably the only not shit things to eat from here
>Especially when you cook them in literally anything that isnt the planet's water
>The meat seeing as its definitely stolen is very good, there isnt much of it out as we're spreading it out
>Charlie slurps loudly causing my wife to tell him to eat quieter in order to be more civilised
>A small smile briefly appears on my face
>Even if my marriage and family is falling apart, I still get to see moments like this
>Even if my mind has thoughts of getting back into the concrete jungle

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>Be me
>Carool' Olston
>of Navigator house Miser
>my house has fallen on hard times
>but its okay because we came to this neat planet
>everyone is really nice to me despite me being a mutant
>most of them are minor nobles who want to get to know a navigator house so they can get off this planet probably
>but still they're nice
>especially these nice 3 armed people who took over the precession
>such nice people
>they keep trying to get in contract with the head of the house for something called a ransom
>thats nice of them
>they also gave me some rope around my wrists so they wouldn't get cold
>thats also nice of them
>its odd they're so nice given their so poor and ugly looking
>i tell them this but it seems to make them mad
>rude
>this is nice but i think i was supposed to be somewhere for someone?
>im not good at remembering things
>one of the poors mentions to the others if i have something expensive on my uniform due to be a navigator
>i nod at this because i am wealthy and i assume poors dont have clothes with their wealth on them
>otherwise they wouldn't be poors
>they take one of the gems off my uniform
>"hey stop that"
>they sneer and one starts ripping the purple silk of my dress
>im starting to think they're not so nice
>several of them surround me now grabbing parts off my uniform
>one goes to remove my headband
>their leader gets as far as "you idiots don-" before they all melt before the power of lidless stare
mfw
>oops
>undo my bonds and fix my headband
>its back home
>but my navigator clothes are ruined
>borrow a uniform from the schola one of the nobles who was riding with me was wearing before the poors shot her
>now that im thinking about it they were probably not nice at all
>probably should start trying to figure out what i was supposed to be doing then
>i head into the tunnel the poors came from
>this should lead somewhere

Bump

>>97448024
>>97447297
>>97446753
>>97448524
>be Zheng Sow
>the ambush really has stalled
>honestly if it didnt give me a chance to use my baby it kill those morons for blowing this ambush
>i mean an entire regiment of Felinid abhumans fighting a abhuman/mutant rebellion?
>talk about irony
>plus Yi had a whole plan to break them and bring them under our banner
>when she stops playing with those toys we captured last raid
>seriously how is it that I have to be the responsible one?
>watch as one of the Cummisar's conscripts falls off several stories to land on a pile of rubbish
>heh not so high and mighty now about how their cult is better
>take position at the bottom of the stairs and the moment i see a hint of fuzzy tails i pull the trigger
DAKKADAKKADAKKA.shewhothrists
>this baby was a Othlack Pattern heavy stubber from when i joined the rejects
>ripped off a Centaur used by some undergangers and claimed as battlefield salvage
>we've been through hell together (literally now)
>from when Yi and I ran the rejects to the day we left
>and when she was blessed by my dark master?
>she can sing louder than even a bolter when she gets in the mood
>after what could be 10 straight minutes could be a second for all the mind numbing pleasure firing my baby gives me
>my slaangors push around me as i reload using the chance to close the distance
>some are even crawling up the rockcrete pillars to try and surround the felinids
>i can smell that little pipsqueak around here
>from the pile of trash the last of the conscripts(i think, like fuck im gonna stop to check on the rest) groans and i pause after slapping a new magazine in to hoist him up
>"you stay close, i want you to tell your boss how we capture weak imperials"
>it barely takes one arm as i toss him to some of my girls to keep him upright as i begin stomping up the stairs

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>>97446582
>>97448078
>>97448201
>be packmaster "Meat Shield"
>so Bilby's contact fell through yet it appears the numbers for both sides are thinning
>something is drawing the chaos cultists off number wise and likewise whatever the genestealers have planned for the titan has them pulling their numbers back
>i issue a general advance for the Forsaken as we close the distance between the manufactorum and Shuìjiào de gǒu
>a few enemies take pot shots at us but both are fairly worn down
>granted now that we've revealed ourselves both sides are going to gage if they can push us from both sides
>if one side does it will be close
>if both sides do it'll be a slaughter
>our best chance is to get into the manufactorum and prep to repel their sieges
>we get to the door and hit the coms button
>now i could be honest and tell them its several abhuman penal legionaries
>but unlike the upper command im neither retarded nor maliciously incompetent
>"imperial reinforcements."
>its hard to manage gothic without the beastman accent (mangled bleeting) coming through but i manage
>wait a few minutes
>nothing
>hit the coms button again
>nothing
>keep hitting it
>i can hear revving engines coming from the genestealers side
>start hitting the button harder

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>>97446813
>>97451650
>Be Sentinel powerlifter operator Wu Baoyu
>Continuing to work my shift, giving these days all I've got through my Sentinel
>I name her Xichun in honour of the revered saint Jia Xichun
>She will guide me through this shift
>One of the workers operating the lift notices a new sound
>I briefly take a note
>Sounds like engines revving
>Almost like the ones used by the miners in mine Tiāntiān
>The one mining facility that got shut down because the miners straight up all left on strike
>It was a pretty violent strike seeing as Arbitrators had to be called in for it
>Workers were almost all decimated but some claim they saw some of Tiāntiān's workers in other districts
>Such as the district I live at
>The engine sounds are getting louder
>To the point one of the floor managers notices me and elevator operator have stopped
"WORKER 9906! WORKER 1109! GET BACK TO WORK!"
>Snap out of it and get back to it
>Jade Emperor this is dull
>Barely only got to 11% done in the quota
>Notice the same floor manager seemingly disappear
>Only for my eyes to see one of the other managers with them heading to what I can only assume is their office
>Either way I load the next vat onto the lift and return to get a new vat

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>be Colonel Wu-Xi of Chyna Secundus PDF
>also be aide to General Phat Wong of the PDF
>absolutely hate working under Gen. Phat Wong
>he is incompetent buffoon
>he just sits around all day drinking baijiu and eating dog-meat chow-mien
>itsallsotiresome.jpg
>working for Phat bring me not but shame
>start to think that he is secretly one of those Slaanesh cultists
>would explain is pure incompetence and gluttonous habits
>head to the Coms-plex and have an astropath send out a few messages
>one to the Inquisition
>the second to the nearest Adepta Soroitas priory
>the third to any nearby Space Marine chapters the astropath can get in contact with
>hopefully they get here before it gets even worse
>the probably won't knowing the world's luck

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>>97451981
>>97442512
>be Axum'kaleb of the Salamanders Successor chapter Covenant of Fire
>tasked with the most holy work of purging the unclean lies from the bloated corpse the imperium has become and accepting all into his light
>unlike the black templars who purge all traces of unpure humanity we offer his light to all his children as our Primarch, honorable Vulkan did
>granted its hard to explain the connections between the Promethean Creed and the various faiths spread across the galaxy but we always put forth our greatest effort
>after becoming lost from one of the Torchbearer fleets we have finally broken free into a somewhat unknown sector
>not many loyalist space marines operate in this sector but a request for aid has arrived from a nearby manufactorum hive world
>my brothers and i give thanks for such a blessing as we are very low on supplies
>"tech marine Ta'Shawn have the planetary governers responded to our request for supply and aid?"
>"as we attempt to make contact with the nobles below it becomes apparent they are facing some issues, mainly several uprisings across the planet"
>"the work of the arch enemy?"
>"well yes but also a genestealer cult"
>"then we arrived not a moment too soon prepare our brothers to la-"
>"and the tau"
>"...what?"
>"the tau have sponsored a rebellion on the planet my lord"
>"a-are we near tau space?"
>"not really, my lord"
>"then how the fuc-"
>"a noble fled to the tau expansion spheres and returned spreading their vile trickery to cause a rebellion"
>"a terrifying foe then...i have faced both the genestealers and the arch enemy but to face someone so well versed in deceit as to create a third rebellion where the others use the warp and seed of the hive mind to brain wash the poor souls of the imperium. Have a full report on this man created at onc-"

>>97452061
>"its one spire my lord"
>"its what?"
>"the tau army appears to only be in control of one spire"
>"...and how much do the other cults control?"
>"one entire hive city for the genestealers and most of the planet's underhive for the arch enemy my lord"
>"...Ta'Shawn?"
>"yes my lord?"
>"orbital strike that spire."
>"yes my lord."
>this is going to be a very exhaustive resupply i can already tell.

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>>97448640
>>97451981
>>97452061
>Be Willard
>I finish up lunch, helping Claire wash up
>Its tense in the silence
>Broken only by gun fire
>Once im done I head back to my vox set up and listen back into the vox feed
>Whilst listening through I pick up something
>Coming from the comms-plex
>A PDF colonel has sent a request to the Inquisition, Adepta Soroitas and Adeptus Astartes
>I begin to scour the vox for any signals of Inquisitorial origin
>Might find something or might be able to contact an Inquisitor
>Seems the Concrete jungle might be getting hotter in terms of things
>Especially seeing as my vox system has picked up an Adeptus Astartes vessel
>The chapter's name is the Covenant of Fire
>Well now, that'll be handy for taking out the genestealer cultists
>I don't attempt to make contact with the Marines as to keep them relatively clear
>I look over to the window and get up to take a peak outside
>The streets of Shuìjiào de gǒu are lined with the dead and some cultists moving through the streets to fight each other and heading towards Manufactorum 13
>I head back over to the vox and take a seat when I see Charlie in the doorway
"What you doin?"
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with son. Daddy's just assisting however he can"
>Charlie seems satisfied with the answer and heads to his room, probably to entertain himself
>I smile at his little run before turning my attention back to the vox

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>>97452061
>>97452408
>>97451981
>>97448938
>be Yi Sow
>second head of the two headed bull
>busy finishing up breaking in some assassin bitch who was sent to try and steal our secrets by seducing our high ranking troops
>part of me respects the hustle but cmon now
>dont worry she's still in one piece-ish as i grab a few towels to clean up
>ask one of the Slaangors where Zheng went
>apparently her planned raid didnt go so well so she's at Hive Kong getting some pussy (hehe)
>stretch my limbs and look around
>that Cummissar bitch my sister is bending over backwards to please is still busy at the feast trying not to gag
>didnt think Slaanesh cultists had gag reflexes
>suddenly we get several alerts from our "leader" fat bastard
>we let him think hes in charge because its easier than finding a replacement that high up in the upper hives
>apparently his bitch boy sent out a request for aid across the sector to the inquistion, sisters of battle, and some space marines that just firebombed the "tau rebellion"
>shame i thought he was funny
>grab my duel axes as i get reports from the front lines about deploying space marines wreacking our lines
>normally i dont bother with things like actually being helpful with claiming the planet
>but i never killed a space marine before
>sounds like fun
>also there are reports the bug humpers failed to capture that navigator bitch so it might be fun to find her too
>lick my lips as i take a few swings to warm up
>this war is finally getting interesting
>i hope the sisters of battle join too, i want to break a few of those prissy bitches like a proper slannesh warlord

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>>97451557
>>97447297
>>97448024
>be Tiny Tam
>well this has gone worse than i expected
>turns out that thing i was dreading was a beastwoman the size of an Ogryn carrying a heavy stubber that fired 10 minutes of non stop daemonic barrage up the stairs shredding anyone who couldnt get back up to floor 101
>as lazfire pours down at the rushing horde i feel that sickening feeling again as i pull Lil Tom to the side as a purple furred arm breaks through one of the walls
>THEY'RE COMMING FROM OUTSIDE!
>this be a really good time for the voice to come back as total anarcy breaks out in the ranks as fireteams are having to deal with attacks from every direction while screaming about how to stop that big hulking thing coming up the stairs
>suddenly reports start screaming over the radio
>"THE ANGELS OF THE EMPEROR ARE HERE!"
>my mind goes back to Nordica II and the angel who saved then abandoned me
>its a bittersweet memory that almost gets me punched in the face by a tentacle faced mutant with a dog collar on before Lil Tom shoots it and the rest of the white shields start looking to me for advice
>when did i get put in secondary command?
>is this how Lt Tom got promoted dealing with Lord Commissar Kate?
>i look around and start telling them to resupply the guardsmen on the stairs pouring lasfire at the horde
>i look around for the vox unit
>i think Jeff had it?
>i leave Lil Tom to handle the white shields while i try to find the vox so we can call the angels to help us

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>be Cardinal Brodius
>be a missionary of The Church of The Emperor's Holy Gifts
>our founding Archbishop and Saint has returned to the Empeor some years ago
>since then, we being his honored disciples have made great effort to spread his word
>I was entrusted not only establishing a mission on Chyna Secundus, but his relics as well
>the Saints bones are entombed with in a sarcophagus of marble and gold upon the altar
>his armor and thunder hammer is sealed in our reliquary
>our mission here on Chyna Secundus has brought us many new parishioners
>the words of our Saint, particularly regarding increasing rations, has drawn many a poor peasant
>we also tried bringing the good word to the hive's mutant poulation
>but sadly, they turned their backs toward the God Emperor and his most favored Saint
>really should not be surprised given that they are mutants
>then there are those Xeno loving heretics under the thrall of that corrupt noble
>I dare not speak his thrice Emperor cursed name
>even had to go as far as to excommunicate his entire lineage
>but... that does not stop the battle ragging outside
>I hear the fighting drawing closer each day
>must kneel and pray now...
>Emperor preserve us... Emperor preserve this blighted world

>>97451557
>>97453479


>be Felinid Lt. Tom
>be in deep shit
>the clearing operation for Hab-Block 04J-1989 has gone tits up
>as soon as one of my troopers rounded the corner...
Babababababbababoom
Splat
>watch as my point man gets turned into chunky salsa by what sounds like a heavy stubber
>watch some big, hairy, mutated are bursts through wall to grab at my nephew
>fortunately, Tiny Tam is quick enough to pull him out of the freak's reach
>put a few blasts threw that wall with my Hot Shot Las pistol, AND only stop when that THING stops screeching
>notice some of the cultists and mutants climbing in through the window
>I of course shoot a few sending their corrupted corpses tumbling down to the streets bellow
>the notice some rather large mutants coming toward the stair way
>big ones too
>have to dump the rest of my Hot Shot Las Pistol's charge pack just to down one
>realize we are well and truly surrounded
>and my last Frag grenade to my nephew...
>tell him to not let these freaks take him or Tam alive
>get ready for a suicide charge at the mutants blocking our escape
>then my vox-bead crackles to life
"SPACE MARINES! THE EMPERORS ANGELS ARE HERE"
>maybe... maybe I won't have to make a suicide charge today
>wait were is of Vox...
>oh fuck that asshole Jeff had it
>see Tam running ahead...
>put two and two together
"Cover Tiny Tam you louse bitten bastards! She maybe the only change we have of getting out alive!"

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>>97454360
>>97451557
>>97447297
>be Tiny Tam
>my head and heart are pounding as i hear Lt Tom scream to cover me
>more and more of the purple furred beastmen are pounding at the walls trying to find ways in
>some over are crawling over the sides of the railings having crawled along the walls
>i duck, run, pray, fire, try to remember what Lil Tom taught me during training after Candlemas
>i find what's left of Jeff
>im kinda upset that im getting used to seeing dead bodies since joining the white shields
>i think back to my training using the vox with Lord Commissar Kate
>grab the wire bit, pray the right litany, flick the red switch, wait 5 seconds, spin the black dial until you hear a
"KKKKRTTTTTT"
>"ALERT ALERT THIS IS SQUAD FELIS ONE, WE ARE AT HAB-BLOCK-04J-1989 FLOOR 101! WE NEED ASSISTANCE, ONE OF THE CHAOS CULT LEADERS IS HERE!"
>only vaguely consider after saying all that they may just artillery strike us to kill them
>offer a prayer to the God Emperor that these are nice angels and not the black scary ones i was warned about
"your request is heard, child of the Emperor. The sons of Vulkan are on their way, hold the line."
>my heart actually throbs in relief as i look back and smile
>"help is com-"
>my world goes upside down
>i look to see one of the mutants that had been shot didnt actually die
>it gets lit up like a candlemass tree but it just wont die as i see it toss me over the side of the railing
>i see Lil Tom screaming something
>i see Lt Tom screaming orders
>i see the rest of the squads slaughtering the monsters as the main force of the beasts push up, as lines form
>i see these things but i dont hear them
>all i hear is the dark laughter of the voice i heard eariler as i fall
>i close my eyes and pray it doesnt hurt
>it does
>i open my eyes to see i landed on a bunch of trash
>i try to move
>I hear and feel something big stomp over as the biggest monster look down and smile as it picks me up with one arm
>and then everything goes black

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>>97454691
>>97451557
>be Zheng Sow
>this is fun
>i should get out more often and lead from the front
>usually im leading the war effort or wrangling Yi but why?
>why should a follower of Slaanesh deny herself anything right?
>as i get ready to savor the slow capture and taming of my new kitties i hear reports screaming on the radio
>space marines
>fucking space marines
>who the fuck?
>Phat Wong that stupid fat prick was supposed to keep things quiet and contained!
>i snarl and get flooded with reports of falling battle lines and moreso reports of several drop pods landing in Hive Kong nearby arriving to aid the Felinids
>dont most space marines hate abhumans?
>i get ready to write this whole thing off as a loss when i see another individual fall on the same trash heap that conscript did
>well well well
>its that little brat i was looking for
>i pick her up with one arm as i get ready to bite her head off
>fuck giving her to the Cummissar, little shit made my life harder by fucking up this ambush
>just as my jaws close around her head i hear the voice that makes my entire body shake in both terror and eye rolling pleasure
"no...bring her to the ritual site"
>i huff but obey
>i dont know what that was but im not one to fuck around with my patrons
>hoist her over one shoulder and take her down into the underhive as the sounds of conflict above intensify greatly
>space marines huh?
>i order those of my Slaangors who can still think with the brain NOT between their legs to pull back
>let the rest of the wild animals at least die usefully i guess

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>>97454691
>Be Marauder pilot Sum Ting Wong of the Asiana 212th Squadron
>That's Squadron Leader Wong to you
>I just fly the bomber
>I don't see their eyes when the hell comes down
>Let me introduce my crew
>Next to me is my copilot, Ho Lee Fuk
>Behind me is the navigator, Wi Tu Lo
>And next to Fuk is the bombardier, Bang Ding Ow
>We've also got two gunners who I forget the names of
>Together, we drop ordnance on the heads of the enemies of the Emperor
>And sometimes ourselves, but we don't talk about that
>That incident was NOT my fault, no matter how much they try to pin that on me
>Anyway, word has slowly filtered back to us a Inshon Aeronautica Base that something's more wrong than usual
>Ground forces and the Navy don't talk to each other, classic
>Leading my squadron of heavy bombers over the city ready to annihilate something
>Radio crackles to life with a garbled, static-filled call from the ground forces
>"[...]ALERT[...]HAB-BLOCK-04J-1989[...]CHAOS CULT[...]"
>Didn't get all of that but it sounds like a target to me, people
>Squadron Leader to all aircraft, set course for 04J-1989 and prepare to blow up some heretics!
>It's not far to the target as Ow prepares to pull the handle
>Squadron Leader to all aircraft, commence bombing when reader
>The lever is pulled and many tonnes of high explosive and even a few incendiaries rain down towards the hab-block
>The two dozen aircraft following behind begin to release their bomb loads as well
>I know for the fact there's a few big bunker busters in that lot as well
>The first detonations ripple through the upper levels of the block with visible shockwaves
>Scratch up another successful air support mission
>I love my job

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>>97454770
>>97454691
>>97454360
>>97453692
>>97454994
>be Axum'kaleb
>as we get reports from the deployed squads across the planet Ta'Shawn alerts me to a report put on the highest priority broadband
"ALERT ALERT THIS IS SQUAD FELIS ONE, WE ARE AT HAB-BLOCK-04J-1989 FLOOR 101! WE NEED ASSISTANCE, ONE OF THE CHAOS CULT LEADERS IS HERE!"
>that is the voice of a child
>i knew the imperium had fallen far in the 10k years i had slept but to be reminded of how little innocence if valued in this dark age...
>"shall we fire the orbital strike, my lord?"
>i think about it for a moment
>i think back to my life before Cawl choose me for the Primaris
>to that scared boy putting on a brave face on the world of Ethio to give his fellow aspirants strength
>somewhere a child did this same thing
>i take the vox
>"your request is heard, child of the Emperor. The sons of Vulkan are on their way, hold the line."
>i will personally lead this mission to cut one of the heads from the snake
>"Ta'Shawn i leave you command of the ship while i am gone"
>"yes my lord, also the Chaplin has requested permission to lead a squad to secure the relics of the Emperor's holy gifts from the mission"
>ah yes our other duty as the bearers of light
>"he has my permission to do so, but only a squad of scout marines, i need all other hands to do their duty"
>"it is as you say my lord."
>i grab my helmet and move to the droppod loading zone
>the wrath of Vulkan is coming for these traitors
>for we are the torch in the dark
>the fire of reentry turns to black smog skies, turns to the sounds and wild crashing of space marine steel tearing into a hab block
>i rev my chainsword as i tear into a demonic beastman
>let them be reminded that we know no fear
>just as we make it into cover several bombers open fire dropping their payload onto us, the mutants, the hab blocks, and the thunderhawk gunship we had planned to use to get the guardsmen to safety
>correction, we know no fear but we do know rage

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>Be Felinid Lord Commissar Kate
>I left lieutenant Tom in charge of half the regiment while I took the other half down into the sewers to deal with the Patriarch
Cuttheheadoffthesnake.vox
>Speaking of vox, I don't know what acid resistant forever metal these sewer pipes are made of, but whatever it is blocks all vox signals.
>Haven't heard for Tom or anyone else since we entered them.
>We're forced to hang out on the side walkways of the pipes, meanwhile the genestealer cultists can seemingly wade through the acid without anything worse than rashes on their skin
Icallhax.adaptation
>My squad has been pinned down in this tunnel for thirty minutes by aberrants with mining lasers
>Suddenly the trooper next to me's head explodes
>I look up and see a kelermorph on the catwalk behind our barricade
finallyaworthyopponent.ourbattlewillbelegendary
>I throw a flashbang over my cover, blinding the aberrants and climb the lader ordering my troops to advance
>Reaching the top and stepping onto the catwalk I draw my pistol and get ready for a shoot out with the outlaw while my men and women charge the xeno hybrid hulks below me
itshighnoon.chrono

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>>97455029
>>97442830
>be Simo
>this has been a heck of a hunt
>slaughtered the mutant cultists in most of the pipes we could get into from the yellow river
>had my fins compete who could kill the most creative
>winner was Aada who managed to bite a cultists dick off while he was pissing in the river
>just the dick
>never seen anything like it
>wasnt even a big target either
>made her spit it out given chaos taint and all that but props to her
>getting reports something big is going on up there
>not my problem my job is to kill combatants near the water and thats it
>if Meatshield needs back up she can get it herself
>however Olavi reports there is some major trouble in the sewers
>the DEEP sewers
>like the sludge so toxic even we can't swim it in that long without melting
>bunch of those cat things but better dressed and less depressed than the usual ones we have in Chyna
>no stripes either
>swim down through one of the water pipes to get a look at the action
>damn pinned down huh?
>one in particular is having a showdown with
>wait a fucking minute is that Lu Bu?
>that dickhead has been causing command head aches for months!
>if we bring back his head we might actually get a commendation to have our own barracks and not sleep in a giant shitty pipe!
>order my Fins (though their is some bitching and moaning about waste burns) to swim up behind the aberrant gun line and attack from the back
dun dun
dun dun dun
DUN DUN!
>bite the head off an aberrant as my squad acts with more bravery in combat than were used to
>mainly to get out of that fucking sewer water
>there are some confused screams, a wild pot shot or two, but when its clear we are more focused on the genestealers, the age ol inter species communication of enemy of my enemy comes into play
>i let their commander face Lu Bu either she kills him and we get credit for helping or she weakens him and i can get credit for saving their furry butts
>win win baby

>>97440246
>>97448201
>>97451650
>>97442500
>Be me.
>Skitarii marshal Vex Kepra-8888 of Metalica.
>Got deployed to Chyna Secundus after the Pariah Nexus campaign to deal with a joint meat bag genestealer cult, arch enemy uprising.
>Hive Kong is too dense so no Invicta command crawler this time.
>Instead I'm forced to slum it in an Onagar Dunecrawler like an Omnissiah damned skitarii alpha.
Rageofthemachine.binary
>If it were up to me I'd take an Eradication Ark to this cesspit of flesh flesh and rid the galaxy of more meat bags.
>But NOOOOOOOOOOOOO
>Apparently their just HAPPENS to a a cache of Leman Russ tanks SOMEWHERE in this mess the higher ups want.
>Bright side though is this place is almost as poluted as some lesser forge worlds that haven't mastered Metalica's glorious efficiency.
>So any meat bags breathing unfiltered air are coughing and dying around us
>That's what you get or not having metal lungs.
>Anyway, my convoy of Dunecrawlers and Skorpius Disintegrators is on a freeway along side one of my forge world's titans.
>It's crushing any meat bag hab blocks insignificant enough to avoid as it wades through the poorer parts of the hive like a swamp.
laughsinbinary.vox
>I'm outside the hatch of my crawler to watch the show when I notice the xeno hypbrid meat bags are on some of the roof tops getting ready to swarm our god engine once they enter the void shield.
Ohnoyoudon't.Noosphere
>Order my tanks and crawlers to target the swarm ahead of the titan and open fire.
>We aim over the side of the high way and light them up.
>More meat bag shacks get destroyed in the attack.
laughsinbinaryagain.vox

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>>97455356
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>>97451650
>>97451776
>>97448078
>>97455356
>be Bibly Bagend
>this is bad
>we have entered level 8 of shitstorm rating
>something is driving the genestealers wild
>and while watching "his Emperor's angels" fall from orbit is a sight to tell your grandkids about
>it doesnt do much to help the fact the Emperor's Forsaken are pinned down outside a door that wont open
>its mainly been bikers but some pot shots and a few rounds from a ripper gun has bought us some time
>that time is now over because a fucking fleet of rockgrinders just crested the exit ramp from hive Taiping
>i remember rumors about the miners of Tiāntiān
>but shit man they are bat shit insane
>most rockgrinders at least try to avoid hitting things but they seem to have axes to grind
>Meat Shield has moved on from slamming the buzzer to enter the manufactorum and is running the defense now
>a few stray stalls and anything heavy has been piled up to keep the rockgrinders from getting close but we are running out of time
>fuck it
>i get my raider gear grapling hook and shoot it up as i start climbing up
>im litterally a stationary target and my fat ass isnt exactly an easy carrying weight but im making due
frakkingskippingonbasictraining.bitenmearse
>and by making due im imagining the rope is the neck of whichever technohumpping nancy tallboy is keeping this door shut as i strangle the life from his stupid bulbous lens eyes
>as im about to surely be shredded into mincemeat by the genestealers a bunch of those spider tanks the skitarii use open fire
>id thank them but im fairly sure they're just protecting their stupid fucking walking disaster
>as i climb up over the top and look over the manufactorum i try to spot the head overseer's office
>this is the hardest ive worked in months and someone owes me hazard pay, emotional support pay, back rent, unpaid loan charges, child support, SOMETHING for the ammount of work ive had to due instead of dutifully making my ancestors proud and avoiding it

>>97448524
>>97451557
>Be Slaaneshi Conscript Vincent
>The rubbish bin I fell in smells terrible
>The gas mask I woke up in doesn’t seem to actually work, they probably gave it to me just so they have a visual reminder I am on their side
>I decide that now that I am deserting I don’t really need it anymore and take it off
>Then a huge beast growls something and pulls me out of the rubbish bin and throws me at another huge beast
>The second beast, which is female, squeezes my face into her hairy groin for a few seconds, then lifts me by the back of the neck so I can watch her comrades assault the building the felinids are in
>They are all beastmen, most nearly as big as ogryn, and most of them are female, more or less
>They wear a mix of homemade armor, stained silks, and deliberately exposed flesh, and smell strongly of barn, stale sweat, and sex
>I wonder whether they were abhumans before their corruption or they were moulded into these foul but arousing shapes by the Powers of Chaos
>Also I wonder if my chain of thought is due to brain damage from the fall or the start of my own corruption
>I should be thinking of ways to escape but I find I don’t really want to
>The beastmen’s assault goes poorly and they decide to flee
>The beastwoman carrying me pulls me into a bear hug with one arm as she flees the scene, crushing my face into her chest in the process
>I contemplate where they are taking me with a mixture of dread and excitement

>>97451776
>>97455486
>Be Sentinel powerlifter operator Wu Baoyu
>The noise outside is getting louder
>Its overpowering the sound of the Manufactorum
>Everyone can hear it
>Manager still nowhere to be seen, we need him to tell us our progress percentage
>I disembark from my Sentinel to investigate despite being reprimanded by another Sentinel operator
>Moving through the factorum I head up the stairs that lead to the cat walks
>When going across there I finally reach a door much nicer then the other facility doors
>Opening the door, I see a collection of 5 Managers all from Manufactorum 13
>They seem to be bickering and arguing over the sound outside
>A camera feed shows a bunch of abhumans fighting against a cult with trucks from Tiāntiān
>"WORKER 9906! WHY ARE YOU NOT AT WORK!"
>One of them bellows at me
"With all respect sir, we require a manager out here to log our progress"
>They turn into themselves bickering as if I wasn't there
>I see the button that lifts the door the abhumans are near
>Bolt over to it and the PA system
>If the abhumans all die we're next
"WORKERS OF MANUFACTORUM 13 ARM UP WE'VE GOT HOSTILES NEARBY! OPENING UP MAIN GATE!"
>I slam the button and it opens up
>Just as I get restrained
>One of them brings out a stub pistol
"WORKER 9906 FOR THE CRIME OF DISRESPECT AGAINST THE MANAGERS AND FOR DISRUPTING WORK OPERATIONS! YOU WILL DIE"
>Fuck, at least I'll get to be at the side of Saint Jia Xichun
>And at least I can see my fellow workers getting off their long shift and arming up
>The Sentinel powerlifter operators charging towards the gate
>Can hear them shout out the prayers
"IN THE NAME OF THE JADE EMPEROR! WE SHALL CUT THE INVADER DOWN!"
>Feel pride in this
>Close my eyes and await the shot

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>>97452408
>>97455024
>Be Willard
>As Im searching through vox I pick up a guard vox
>Requesting reinforcments on their position owing to the chaos cult on them
>They should be able to hold it off until the forces come in
>Hear the sound of angels falling
>Get up from my chair and look outside
>Drop pods on mass dropping towards the guard requesting reinforcments location
"Charlie come see this"
>He runs towards me from his room
>I pick him up and point towards the sky
"Look son, its the Emperor's Angels"
>His eyes light up in genuine awe at the sight
>I keep my smile on my face its a good thing to bond with him over
"Do you think some will come over here?"
"I dunno son, guard forces here seem to be doing alright without them"
>My wife comes in seeing me holding Charlie
>She stands next to me looking out
>Haven't seen her smile genuinely in a while
>Its always been fake in order to keep up appearances around Charlie
"I hope this uprising is put down quickly now that the Angels are here"
"Me too Claire"
>When the show of drop pods end, I set Charlie down and go to sit back at my vox station
>Back to looking through vox chatter
>Decide to put a vox to the Inquisition
"Inquisition clearance code Epsilon Psi Lambda Athonia. Requesting assistance from elements of the Ordos Hereticus and Ordos Xenos to Hive World Chyna Secondus in order to deal with heretic and alien forces on the world that have risen up. Guard elements and Astartes elements have been deployed but additional assistance from dedicated hunters would be appreciated. Captain John Willard out"

(I know its not the right chapter drop pod but it'll have to do)

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>>97455786
>>97455486
>>97451650
>be Packmaster "Meat Shield"
>this it huh
>surrounded and ground to meat paste by pissed off miners in a holovid liveleak video
>as im praying that the Emperor really DOES never forsake the souls loyal to him the door creaks open
NOTTODAYFATE
>scream byself braying for everyone to get inside
>as one of the grinders rips into one of the baracade stalls we put up
>i watch an ogryn loses an arm then get gunned down by the genestealers on top
>i remember all their names and faces
>it was Oggie who got sent to our penal squad for trying on the commissars hat as a joke
>fight back angry tears i hold in the pain as between this and the apparent uprising that got us inside we have more work cut out for us
>i see one worker about to get executed by i guess the those loyal to the magos who runs this place
PTSD.RAGE
>the thing about beastmen is we are really good at charging when we want to be
>normally this only gets you shot because why the fuck would you charge head down in a world that has a million different types of weapons that melt flesh and evaporate your atoms from a distance
>but moments like this?
>i can almost feel his body wrap around my heatbutt to his ribs like a cheap paper doll as i sent him flying
>my voice is too scratched and sore for my regular gothic
>but fuck it i never get to be cool
>"under...new...management."
>it sounds like a goat trying to screech the cadian marching anthem but it gets the two workers holding the powerlifter who saved my ass to reconsider their life choices
>as im about to thank my savior properly a screech comes through the PA system
"UNCLEAN TAINT AND WORKER REBELLION IS AGAINST REGULATION G-2342"
>servitors start coming out of the doors near the main office and attacking everyone
>i fucking hate servitors

(on a side note why is there so few art of 40k beastmen)

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>>97455486
>>97457846
>>97455786
>be Steve
>why me?
>did i not pray hard enough during my evening deactivations?
>did i not apply the sacred oils to the machines correctly?
>is it my secret collection of erotica-I MEAN RESEARCH?
>why am i cursed to endlessly up in a nightmare that will either cost me my soul or body?
>the abhumans are flooding the floor and now there appears to be a worker rebellion led by one of the Sentinel powerlifters
>something about the Jade Emperor
>fucking regional dialects this is why we just call him the Omnissiah
>the head Magos of the floor is twitching, screaming, and arguing with himself
>he's sending every servitor
>i didnt have proper records of this many servitors
>there are more servitors than labourers who worked at the manufactorum!
>i look between him and the rest of the mess
>what would someone heroic do
>likely accuse the manufactorum magos of heresy.
>but sadly ive spent enough time around tainted tech priests to know hes not tainted hes just insane
>storyofmylife.binary
>between this and the flooding of reports im unable to read this is turning into another Happy Ending
>i still have nightmares about sexy naked humans with glueguns between their legs wrestling genesteaer magus's
>youhadtobethere.confessional
>most of the tech priests are either keeping their head down or so high on his motor fumes they agree that using our servitors to kill the abhumans is a better use than the genestealers aiming to get in now
>so again i ask Omnissiah
>why does it come down to me?
>i stand up and before i can begin my passioned binaric speech about how we have to work together like the mars and terran accords i get lifted into the air by the mago's mechadendrites as he screams about finding a new servitor
>and this is why we choose not to be heroic steve you soon to be servitorized dumbass

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>>97455786
>>97457846
>Be Sentinel powerlifter operator Wu Baoyu
>As my life is about to be spent, my Executioner is rammed by one of the abhumans
>In a gruff strained voice she says "under new management"
>As she raises up one of the managers blares over the PA
""UNCLEAN TAINT AND WORKER REBELLION IS AGAINST REGULATION G-2342"
>As a result, the servitors are deployed
>Specifically a certain model unique to Chyna Secondus known as the Sweeper model
>There's also regular worker servitors in the midst but most will be the Sweeper model
>I see on the feed the face of a former flame of mine
>One Xue Baochai, she was once a temperamental woman but she was unashamedly passionate
>I shake off the two managers holding me and grab my executioners pistol
"You are to stay put managers. Until we rid the manufactorum of the rebels that defy our Jade Emperor"
>They seem to look at each other
>I turn to the beastwoman
"Come let us join our brothers and sisters. Saint Jia Xichun and the Jade Emperor smile on us"
>I begin to run out, heading back to my sentinel
>I embark within it
>Giving thanks to the machine spirits for not going dormant
>I turn the powerlifter claws and charge out targeting enemy vehicles as are my fellow sentinel operators

(Lack of 40k beastmen is probably because GW kinda just doesnt care about them in 40K other then the felgor kit)

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>>97456595
>>97455024
>>97454994
>>97451981
>Be Ta'Shawn
>tasked with the greatest of duties as to aid my Company Commander and Lord Axum'Kaleb
>sadly it is not easy we have taken losses during our wrap transit and fighting an entire underhive plus a tainted hive city would be hard work for an entire chapter let alone three fourths of a battle company
>we have turned the tide but it is only a matter of time until the enemy responds with overwhelming numbers so we must strike hard and fast before then
>Lord Captain Axum knows this which is why he went to eliminate one of the Cult leaders personally to both send a message and inspire hope
>also though he does not speak of his time before awakening something about that whiteshield speaking moved something in him
>i did not speak this to him but chances are that child is already dead or worse
>this is a cruel galaxy he has awoken into and i must temper his idealism with reality more often than most brothers i have served with
>but we do our duty ever and always
>i watch as my lord lands near hive kong
>and then gets bombed with several tones of ordinance
>...
>WHAT THE FUCK?
>no my lord would advice me to be calm in moments like this
>i calmly make my way to the vox
>i calmly get the location of the current high command
>i calmly instruct the ship's captain to maintain the battle barge's orbit and to avoid any combat unless given explicit orders by me or Axum
>i calmly get into our last Thunderhawk gunship that i had to work tirelessly to restore
>i calmly instruct the pilots to take me to the capitol hive spire Be'Jing
>i calmly exit the gunship
>i calmly go up to the nearest guard
>"take me to your lord commander, servant of the imperium"
>i am going to CALMLY ask him a few questions on the standard of his PDF and then CALMLY see if the state of the enemy's wide spread control is by any chance related to those standards
>calmly

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>>97440246
>>97454994
>be Hellblade Pilot Rubert, von Rubrum
>on loan from my lady Analstasia Van Gina of the Schlick LXIXth
>part of a deployment to see of the local cults are worthy of joining the Schlick
>hardly in my most honorable and mustached opinion
>save as livestock and fur rugs
>im the only air support these heretics have had since starting this paltry rebellion
>by the pleasure palace of slaanesh my squad and I are the only air support not controlled by the damned imperium
>but yet i continue to shoot down their commanders, bombers, and targets
>why you might ask because you are in fact a moron?
>why because Lady Analstasia picked me out as the best pilot on all of Nordica II
>since then i have been unbested in aerial combat
>granted im currently under the command of Maria who can barely hold her gag reflex around these mutants
>but sucks to be her, playing diplomat to a bunch of horny farm animals I get to be flying high in the sky shooting down targets
>speaking of which several bombers just dropped their payload which means a resupply run soon
>lets see how many the Red Barrons can pick off before they get to someplace with anti air shall we?