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>>97697487

>currently find myself with Tiny Tam at the mess hall in Fort Wanli
>I was able to secure the both of us some officer's rations for breakfasts
>Grox sausage, Beans, and Toast
>look to the other poor bastards stuck with Slab and Nutri-Loaf
>thank the Emperor I'm and officer now
>as for Tam... she is rather quite this morning
>he has not spoken much since waking up
>just said she wants to see her cousin, "Tiny Tom" as everyone in the regiment calls him now
>as I'm eating my morning meal Commissar Kate comes by and drops off a large envelope
>it's the two Munitorum forms I requisitioned last night
>Tam looks at me
>her face looking at me questioningly
"Don't worry, Tam it's not bad news or anything of the sort"
>I figure that after breakfast would be a good time to ask Tam the "question"
>just about finished with my food when my data slate chimes
>a new message:
++All Officers of Regiment //Felinid Winter Guard//: Report to Strategium 3A At 0800Z Local Time++
>check my Wrist-Chrono
>Frakking hell! that's in 10 minutes
>guess asking Tam my question with have to wait
>I give her permission to head to the Regimental Madicae to see her cousin
>I mean while make my way to Strategium 3A
>I arrive with just a couple minutes to spare
>all of the other officers of the Felinid Winter Guard are there, including Lord Commissar Kate
>Strategium 3A, is clearly one of the larger ones here at Wanli
>more seating and a larger Holo-lithic projector
>this Cadian General gives us or mission briefing
>the ENTIRE regiment will be attacking one of the larger pockets of Chaos arch-enemy resistance
>our objectives are to secure the Bao'gang Plasteel Foundry and Arms Plant N0-R1N-C0
>my Platoon's order are to assist in taking the Arms Plant...
>the Cadian general drones on for while about how important these facilities are before dismissing us
>just another day in the Imperial Guard

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>Be Captain John Willard, 33rd athonian tunnel rats and former MACI-SOG operator
>Ever since the dam I've been at Fort Wanli recovering with my family
>They were transfered here by Oggie and Nyan, two of Bilby's helping hands
>They are all happy to see me, even Rebecca, despite how much she claims to hate me
>Teenagers
>Wu and the Manufactorum 13 workers are here as well
>The Heishou on the other hand left, getting flights to Hive Bei'jing
>Supposedly there's a grand meeting of the Hierarchy, Nobles and all 12 Heishou packs according to Major Shi Mei before she left
>I've just been recovering and helping command here where possible
>As well as sending vox requests to the Inquisition
>I sip some water as I look through reports

>Be Wu Baoyu, sentinel power lifter operator
>Whilst we weren't able to stop the Orks we did get back to Wanli
>I was able to properly confess to the Beast woman leader of the Abhuman regiment
>Though we haven't done anything together yet seeing as its still an active situation and we have tasks to fufil
>I'm just glad to still be here with her at least
>The death oath I swore has somewhat been fulfiled as rumours through the grapevine is that Xi Jingping went missing
>Regardless I'm tending to my sentinel
>I wonder what the meeting in Hive Bei'jing is all about?
>Shi Mei and the Heishou Wu pack seemed to be in a hurry when they got voxed about it via their personal vox communicators

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>be Imperial Navy ace pilot "Aquila-13"
>be leader of Aquila Squadron aka the "Yellow Tails"
>be at the Aeronautica Base near the Wanli Fortress preparing for yet another sortie
>order came down from command that we need to provide support to Imperial Forces in Hive Bei'jing
>I find myself rather miffed by the orders
>Aquila-4, Emperor rest her soul, would normally be one of my pilots assigned to ground attack sorties
>she was the best at dive bombing out of us all
>I still haven't gotten over her loss
>I don't think I ever will
>I am shaken from thoughts by one of the ground crewmen
>he informs me in heavily accented Low Gothic that my Thunderbolt has been armed and fueled
>I give my fighter a final look over
>I take note of the 4 bombs slung under the wings
>normally I would take two Skystrike missiles just in case we get jumped by enemy fighters...
>but the enemy Hellblades haven't shown themselves since I slain their leader a couple days ago
>shame...
>I expected more... bravado from these "noble" traitors
>I clamber into my Thunderbolt
>I do my flight checks as the ground crew strap me into the seat
>They give me the thumbs up, and I close my canopy
>once the rest of Aquila Squadron is ready for flight we lift off and make for Hive Bei'jing
>the flames and smoke of the city visible from our vantage point, high in the sky above Hive Kong

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>Be Lord Kong Qiu, former High Hierarch of Chyna Secondus, descendant of Saint Jia Xichun
>It has been several days and the Hive still holds even with the relentless assaults of the Arch Enemy
>I attribute it to The Covenant of Fire mostly
>I have called an assembly of as many Hierarchs, commanders and heads of Noble families as possible
>All within the Red chamber, a sacred meeting room where only the most dire of meetings are called
>All of the Hierarchs and the families have arrived as well as their attached Heishou packs
>There is bickering amongst the nobles and the Hierarchs
>The bickering is broken up by the two Chen Heishou, The Red Dragon and The Blue Dragon slamming their staffs down to gather attention
>I take the stand
"Hierarch, Nobles, Commanders. I Kong Qiu have brought you all here for a single purpose. As you are aware our world is under siege from an insidious threat, it knocks on our doors, the Jade Emperor's angels hold them back but we must fight back harder"
>There's murmuring about them all as I continue
"I call for the invocation of the Yinli protocol, for those unaware this act was set up by the Saint herself to be used in times of great need, as it's activation means the total mobilisation of all 12 of the Heishou packs, from the numerous hordes of the Zi (rat) to the elite of the Yin (tigers). Of course only with a majority of votes in favour of said act can it be utilised as the Heishou are the protectors the Noble families and as such leave them vulnerable when away from them"
>I hope this goes well
>The court murmurs amongst themselves
>From the Mechanicus elements to the Nobles of the Jia
>It is almost as heavy of a decision to unite the full Heishou as it would be to commit the act of exterminatus
>Zhoubi is near me hidden under an illusion he made for himself as to not freak out the Nobles
>For now I must be patient and await the votes

>be Felinid Lt. Tom "Big Daddy"
>just got finished with the mission briefing at Strategium 3A
>make my way to the Medicae to pick up Tiny Tam
>check up on my Nephew while i'm at...
>he seems a little disappointed that Tiny Tam is his cousin...
>should have figured he had a crush on her...
>that sort of thing has the tendency to happen in the Guard
>I think my uncle got hitched when he was in the Imperial Guard
>too bad he was sent to Cadia shortly after
>it was 999.M41 too
>fucking Abaddon...
>that aside, I take Tam with me gather the rest of the squad
>we have some new blood
>mostly Felinids from the local PDF
>guess the local brass wanted them gone...
>take the squad to the armory to get our weapons and ammo
>I take my Hot-Shot Lasrifle, power sword, and Assualt Shotgun... again
>this time I give the vox to one of the FNGs
>its one of the local Felinids Guardswomen named Sagwa
>expecting a serious fight with the chaos cultists, I order everyone to bring extra ammo
>the munitorum clerk has fit about it... but he can't say to me
>I might be a 'filthy abhuman' but im still a Lieutenant
>once set we assemble in the fort's parade grounds until Lord Commissar Kate give us the order to mount up
>our ride this time are a bunch of Chimeras
>my squad, with Tiny Tam in tow, board the second Chimera and get seated for a long and uncomfortable trip
>what little of the Hive City we can see through the view ports is in pretty bad shape...
>lots of destroyed buildings
>bodies... civies, PDF, Guard, cultists (both Chaos and Gene-steeler), and dead Sweepers
>really starting to miss Nordica II right about now
>it might be a frozen grox pit... but it was somewhat quite by Imperial standards

>>97698556
>be me
>Private First Class Whiteshield Acting Officer Thomas De La Rosa McConnell the three hundred and thirty third, of the Felinid Winter Guard
>or little Tom as most of the rest of the regiment calls me
>or Tiny Tom
>doesnt matter, its all interchangeable on the battlefield
>i follow uncle tom around most of the time following his example to lead the whiteshields (when hes not drunk)
>like now for instance
>i wish he was though it be better than the constant worrying about being "big daddy"
>this has been an "interesting" deployment
>between getting my leg snapped like a piece of winter kindling during a bombing run at the start of the campaign and being under the care of Nurse Felis for the rest of the last deployment
>its not been great
>i got to meet space marines for the first time who weren't trying to kill me, purge me, or use my kin as meatshields so that was a plus
>sadly thats about it as far as pluses go
>the entire war turned on its head as there is now a double siege with the chaos followers holding the capital city save for the forbidden hive in the center while the entire chapter of the space marines who saved my life arrived and are now sieging that, with some horrible daemon ritual stopping orbital bombardment or deep strikes
>also the tau are attacking the space port and are blockading parts the planet until we "surrender to the greater good" so no orbital support save for a few places where the arks the mechanicus use and the space marine ships can hold them back but its a full fleet able to spread further than the imperial ships can
>reports are we're getting ready to deploy against the Chaos forces to push them out of Hive Kong and reclaim some foundry
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>>97698768
>the tau also build themselves a forward base in a bunch of old spaceship parts so we have to watch out for railgun bombardments now and then
>ALSO ALSO the orks have a mobile nuke that my uncle left to a bunch of abhumans, locals, and more marines who im told to keep the WIDEST POSSIBLE DISTANCE from
>finally got my cast off and can move around again so thats nice
>but i mean that comes second fiddle to finding out the cute psyker whiteshield i took under my wing last candlemass is my cousin
>so yeah probably going to be processing that horrible truth for a while to be honest
>she also got seriously hurt during the battle for the dam
>more than last Candlemass
>nurse Felis said she almost lost an eye due to and i quote "it just frakking caught on warp fire, da fock am i supposed to do to fix that!"
>surprised she's up before i was to be honest
>apparently there is a limit to how much a body can take from the emperor's holy light
>im kind of pissed at the emperor if im being honest...
>why does he keep hurting Tam, its one thing to be in the guard that our honorable duty...but all these "blessings"? i keep hearing others talk about her being a lucky charm or minor saint.
>i dont know, ive stayed up with Tam more than once because of the voice she hears during warp transit
>more than once ive had to cover her tearing out her fur around her ears if the warp jump was too long
>i used to have her sleep our shared bunk to help her get rest
STOP IT THATS YOUR COUSIN
>shutter internally and curse out a few of the felinid curses they teach on Carlos McConnell
>i really need to visit our confessor when this is all over
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its good to be back, hope we can finish strong

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>>97697487
>>97697706
>be Packmaster "Meat Shield"
>currently be standing at attention getting screamed at by the commissar about not finding the tank depot
>apparently he's less pissed about the missing nuke than the fact we did everything BUT what he ordered us to do and then die (the order of those objectives was negotiable)
>apparently saving a dam from a daemon, the auspex from the Tau, the "inquisitor" from everything that went on there, and the manufactorum
>everyone who COULD come to bat for us did but the prick "elected" to "take these battlefield reports as speculation"
>i fully expected to be BLAM'd or at the very least get a few more scars to add to my face but he seemed to lighten up (for him) when he heard of a "low chance of success" push to reclaim the plasteel foundry
>which is where the tank depot is
fucking amazing...
>he turns with his typical ear to ear smile on his fucked up face and reponds that i have been given a leave of execution
>he even overlooked the sudden resurrection of Nyan and Oggie after their "execution" for killing his pervert of a commissar cadet
>i take all of this with my usual stoic face
>my mind is elsewhere
>that driver confessed to me
>like actually confessed
>to me
>lot to process there i mean
>what the fuck?
>im a beastwoman, im more goat than human and ive got the scars that would make a space marine wince
>so why do i feel
>not happy...but
>hopeful?
>i get cracked across the jaw with a whip to remind me to whimper and nod when my "betters" speak to me
"yesss sarr, sorry sar..."
>arsehole
>catch up with Bibly and get the low down
>our fluzzytail buddies are arming up to reclaim the plasteel foundry
>so obviously she "liberated" their spare ammo for some "nip"(personally grown in her black market), pornoslates(cheaply made and chyna standard so most of its pixelated), Amasec (slightly irradiated and with hints of the toilet it was brewed in by loving ogryn hands), and "wagers" of how we're gonna die

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>be Spencer
>the TECH PRIEST, BABY!
>promoted, secure on the ark mechanicus and gar-en-teeeed a ride back to holy mars for security reasons as part of an Archmago's personal retinue
the canon muzzle of a t-84 standard baneblade should be refined and maintained to ensure proper useage of the light skirmish tank during deployments
>oh and i lost part of my mind downloading an entire (maybe chaos corupted or worse abominable intelligence) STC into my data banks, i can't control it but randomly i spit out some facts from the STC knowlede clogging my data banks to the brim
lazgun packs can be recharged by using a terran standard solar charging port accessible through most Emperor approved charging ports or by throwing them into a fire if no other sources of generating heat is available
>i have no really control over it or what i spit out but the archmagos said its "better than nothing i guess"
>if my career in the holy mechanicum had a title
>besides that im pretty great honestly i got that promotion following my "successful" STC recovery and dark magos elimination aiding Archmagos Armonk
plasma guns can be used as power generators for most STC approved devices such as follows; Vox arrays, medical devices, mars-approved augmetics, other plasma guns..
>its not so bad, honestly i have 4 different servo scribes and their tech priests following me everywhere i go whenever i spurt out some random knowledge, most of it is known but not all of it so im kind of a big deal now
land raiders can be upgraded to ensure proper automated running rites by ensuring all cabling is of a stc approved rating of 5 amps or higher
>so i can kiss being thrown into dangerous situations goodbye forever!
The chyna secundus varriant fountry cores are at 85% overcharge in hive Taiping, STC backup drive at risk of wipe
....
>i look to the scribes
>they look to me
>"please dont..."
>one already runs off to tell Archmagos Armonk
>fuck my life

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>>97698914
>be Bibly Bagend
>its a beautiful day outside today
>the radioactive snow (or was it ash?) from the bombed titan forced all operations for the last week to be done wearing a rebreather
(i had to steal ours, penal troopers dont get any)
>but the cog boys said the air quality was "acceptable" and raised it from "actively harmful" to "moderately survivable" rating
>Meatshield comes up after getting her tail chewed out by the Commissar for our sakes
>probably should have told Oggie and Nyan to hide or something after securing the targets but eh hindsight is 40k or however it goes
>regardless ive managed to restock our supplies thanks to the fuzzytails and their lack of "guardsmen approved" moral boosters from their own command
>ah well, find a market and fill it thats my moto
>that and "get me the fuck off Chyna Secundus"
>i "convinced" a cogboy to let me read the deployment orders the commissar sent to the Lord General running this little shithow coming up
"please utilize my penal legion to aid in any means of combat you see fit, even if the cost is seemingly negligible for the loss of life incurred. - Commissar dà húndàn"
>arsehole
>honestly i figured our smokefowl was cooked since we failed to find the tank depot, usually we risk getting half the regiment executed when we DO complete a mission let alone when we fail
>meatshield is quick to point out that technically we didnt fail we just ignored orders to handle other threats
>proud how much of a twister of the truth she's become since taking command
>suddenly a bit of commission from Luna our vox operator
>its a call in sign from Hive Tian'Jin where the orks dug in after...
>well nobody is sure what happened but everyone seemed rather pissed about it so we all agreed to just write it off after the mechanicus threatened servitization of anyone who spoke about whatever happened there
>its a contact code
>from Simo leader of the Saharduin squad
>we're never gonna find that tank depot are we?

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>>97697706
>>97698914
>Be Wu Baoyu
>Sentinel is all sorted
>Lei Heng, Huyan Zhou and Yan Qing also took the time to maintain their sentinels
>The Four stars ready for deployment where ever we are needed
>We and the Manufactorum 13 workers mostly elected Willard as our overall commander of our rag tag group
>I wince watching the Emperor's Forsaken getting berated by their Commissar
>Feel a blood vessel burst in my head when he whips the Packmaster
>Huyan grabs my arm, I know it's a sign to keep calm for now
>Karma will come for him
>Willard walks over to us
>His son Charlie almost clinging to him
>He waves so I wave back at Charlie who always called me Mr Wu back in the neighbourhood

>Be Willard
>Link up with my neighbours of Manufactorum 13
>Really have to come up with a regiment name for them
>Need to discuss plans for what to do, there's several objectives all over the place
>From finalising clearing out Hive Kong, to sending out teams to track down the Orks and their nuke
"I'm not sure exactly what our next plan of attack should be, I don't necessarily want to complicate the plans of the Commissar of the Emperor's Forsaken more then I already somewhat have and haven't really been able to pry much from the Felinid Commanders."
>Theres murmuring about the M13 regiment
>Figure I should probably just ask the commanding officers of either EF or FG if they want back up
>Should have done this to begin with
>Guess I'm still groggy from recovery
>Can't light up a cigarette cause Charlie's clung onto me
>I ruffle his hair

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>>97697921
>>97697819

>be 3rd Company Commander Axum'Kaleb
>the arrival of the rest of the chapter stokes the fire of my heart
>the battle barges, his Fiery Litanies and The Wisdom He Bestows both arrived to offer aid to our own ships
>the Tau have kept most space forces engaged in games of rough skirmishes, they far out number the ships in orbit but lack the power of the Imperium's strongest
>lack of any void shields there MUST be ships over the most important strongholds at all times lest the Tau take the advantage
>most of the rest of the planet is "thankfully" too tainted to use so the Tau have simply confined themselves to establishing a foot hold in the mountains and near the ship breaking yard
>a merciful blessing that i removed their traitorous puppet when i first arrived i suppose
>i offer prayers of thanks to Vulkan
>even if the chapter have been unable to aid us much since the dark powers of the arch enemy have held us in a state of slowly losing stalemates they have blessed us with taking the battle to the enemies of mankind on other fronts the 3rd company would have been forced to abandon
>we have been able to establish a sort of supply lines through the forbidden inner hive city and a select few Valkyries but the attacks of the hellblades have all but ceased recently
>a pleasure i attribute to the honorable "yellow tails"
>heroes all, i would offer them great thanks if the threats within and without Hive Bei'jing
>yet even in this moment my steel is tested
>former forge master techmarine Ta’Shawn requested to be relived of duty and to be inspected by our Chaplain
>i do not know what occurred out in the blackstone pylon fields but i shoulder the blame for not going out to judge the tricks of the necron myself
>my place was holding the siege but still i wonder if i made the right call

>>97699483
>as soon as there is a slack in the siege i intend to thoroughly "learn" from Kong Qiu what transpired there and what his next plans are
>for now all i know is he speaks to the other planetary nobles of Chyna Secundus
>yet even as i temper my fury into a cold fire to steel my blades i know that with the arrival of the rest of the chapter, i will be called to explain the choices i made, the losses we incurred, the failure in my duty to simply take what was needed from this planet to aid the chapter's duties elsewhere regardless if it was for sentimentality or duty
>i see another bombardment from the "moving" former tower virgin, now a living daemonic weapon that has destroyed two of the 3 temples of the inner city
>what i would give to be able to destroy that profane weapon of the archenemy and see its daemonic commander brought low
>thankfully a stalemate has kept it from trying to push into the forbidden city
>for now


here's hoping my schedule allows me to be more active in this thread

>>97697921
>Be Lord Kong Qiu
>As the Nobles continue discussion one of the Magos Biologis speaks up asking for some time in the stand
>It's Magos Biologis Xu-225-Fu, current head of the Bolus programmes
>I allow him to take centre stand

>Be Magos Biologis Xu-225-Fu
>the 225 Xu Fu
>I agree with Kong Qiu's idea personally so I think it's time for some input from the man who makes the Noble families proud defenders
"I will personally vote in favour of the Yinli protocol being activated, as the 225 of the Xu Fus, I believe that the time has come for it to be called upon. Especially now as more enemies surround us, the Heishou are not just defenders but beasts designed to be let out by a master, surely there is no greater time then now."
>Theres sounds of agreements coming from all around the Red Chamber now
>It seems I was of help to Lord Kong
>Though no doubt the Mechanicus representatives not originally from Chyna Secondus are skeptical of our work on the Boluses
>I also technically came up here to see if any of them would take this bait
>Come on fishes take it

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>be Felinid Lt. Tom aka "Big Daddy"
>be in a Chimera with the rest of the squad enroute to the arms plant
>well at least MY platoon is going there...
>some of the others have been sent Bao'gang Plasteel Foundry
>rather thankful i'm not going there
>some of the local PDF troopers have told me horror stories
>giant vats of acid
>hot slag flying all over the place
>giant cauldrons of molten plasteel open to the air...
>air filled with cancerous dust...
>zero safety protocols
>workers are servitorized if they fail production quotas
>brutal...
>I'd take a stroll in Necromunda first
>just thinking about make me NEED to take a swig of Amasec from my flask...
>after crossing the Chang Bridge we split into two groups
>mine heading toward Arms Plant N0-R1N-C0
>the other heads for that hellish Plasteel Foundry
>soon I start hearing the Chimera shooting at something with its multi-laser
>well this is where the fun begins
>check over my weapons one last time
>Power Sword... check
>Hot Shot Lasrifle... check
>Assault Shotgun... check
>A quick prayer to the God Emperor and I'm ready
>feel the Chimera come to stop...
>Multilaser still firing
>then the rear ramp drops...
"Alright you louse bitten bastards! Do you want to live forever!"

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>>97699562
>>97698768
>>97698556
>be me
>be Tiny Tam
>be "lucky"
>be "chosen"
>be over it
>i still can barely see out of my left eye and my body is sore all over
>but im not allowed to rest or recover
>im "needed" at the front
>for morale? for my powers? because the universe decided im the scratching post of every unlucky choice my parents ever made
>Lt T-....Dad.... looks like he wants to ask me something but like everything else in my life it can wait
>i get a hotshot lasgun and a vox
>a bunch of the troopers want me to touch their weapons or stick close to them
>thanks but no thanks im sticking close to Lil Tom
>i hear him mutter something under his breath
oh God Emperor not him too...
>i feel sick as the multi-laser opens fire as i hear more prayers than normal
>what are they all worried about
>they die once and their duty is over
>i dont even get the pleasure of duty ending in death
>the ramp lowers as i hear "Alright you louse bitten bastards! Do you want to live forever!"
>trust me
>you dont, dad.
>i charge forward
>if this is what im here for then i might as well get it over with right?

>be Lil Tom
>WHAT IS SHE FRAKKING DOING?!?!
>Tam just ran straight out the ramp and towards the enemy fire!
>not even Stacy is that insane and she was talking to her flamer during our "medicae stay"
>i grab her and dive behind cover as a string of heavy stubber fire peppers the ground
>i see the Chimera pop smoke as firing lines are drawn and hostiles are pinged as i keep her on the ground
>i dont know if anyone else saw that but clearly something is going on
>God Emperor's fluffy tail why is everything my job

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>be Biophagus He Jianku
>tsk
>so much for getting off this planet
>not only did my abomination fail to kill the entire planet (i suppose an entire squad of grey knights isn't TERRIBLE but still)
>but as i was trying to leave via the Chang'jiang Ship Breaking Yard only to find a rather nasty arrival of Tau forces readying to invade
>thankfully (i suppose) the cultists of Magus Hong Xiuq caught up to me
>wonderful
>i suppose i am excited to see how my work is unfolding with Xiuq and his "guard"
>it took quite a lot of work gathering the parts of dead Patriarchs via contacts and hidden meetings with certain elements in the ordo xenos
>and harder still hiding the work from the patriarch in the sewers
>but just as well i suppose because if i pull it off i may be the greatest mind to ever grace the hive mind with my brilliance
(i know i am of course but it never hurts to show it off)
>i HAD hoped by percribing mercury to the fool it dull his senses long enough for me to escape this waste product of a planet
>or the "Star gods" come
>but alas again, i am called before the "Emperor's brother"
>wonderful
>the graftings are looking well
>but my jade emperor has he gotten fat
>i had accounted for some increased appetite due to the mixing of tyrranid gene stock but...
>well i may have over estimated how well his body might adapt to trying to be more like "his brother the Emperor, child of the star gods..."
>thankfully either that bitch felinid who was chasing me either killed the old patriarch and the seamless transition i was hoping for occurred or the hive mind has accepted him as a conduit
>though i am but a humble servant...
>pleasepleasepleaseplease let it be the former and not the latter
>granted its all theories but if there are two patriarchs acting as beacons to any hive fleets nearby or semi distant
>that combined with the sudden surge in psychic pressure from whatever happened in the wastes and with the black pylons
>...
>i really should get off this planet

>>97699483

>be Imperial Navy ace pilot "Aquila-13"
>be leading Aquila Squadron, the "Yellow Tails" on a sortie to Hive Bei'jing
>the inner city is still under siege and is in dire need for air support
>my four-ship squadron of Thunderbolts are loaded with free fall bombs
>not ideal if we run into any Hellblades...
>but there has been no sign of them for two days
>perhaps they fled this world for the great rift?
>or perhaps they are just licking their wounds while their "officers" squabble over who takes command
>it matters not
>my squadron has its orders, and we will carry them out
>as we approach Hive Bei'jing, the sky is darkened by smoke and ash
>not from the countless foundries
>but from much of the city being put to the torch by the vile Traitors
>I can only sneer...
>time to give these traitors their long overdue retribution
>scanning the skies, I see no sign of the Hellblades
>with air superiority our I order my Squadron to calibrate their targeting cogitators and prepare for a bombing run
>no to find a suitable target...
>there...
>my thunderbolts auspex picks up a VERY large ground target
>a tower... a moving one at that
>no doubt an infernal creation by the arch-enemy
>if we can't destroy that infernal siege engine, we can at least disable its artillery
>order my squadron to fall in behind me in bombing pattern
>I dive down to the "deck"
>lay the hololithic crosshairs over the target and release all four of my bombs
"Aquila-13 Pay load away!"
>I pull up at the sky around my Thunderbolt is filled with bolter and stubber-gun fire
>I see the bombs impact the Toering Abomination through my rear mounted pict-cam
>I climb to a higher altitude to assess damage to the target
>It has stopped moving and is in flames...
>but I doubt that it is totally destroyed

>>97699699

>Be Felinid Lt. Tom... aka "Big Daddy"
>be part of the force assaulting the arms plant
>as the Chimera door drops Tiny Tam just bolts out toward the enemy!
>followed by Lil Tom right behind her
>what the THRONE on Terra are those damn kids doing!
>they are going to get themselves killed at this rate!
>I go after them of course
>they are MY responsibility
>I would not be called "Big Daddy" if they weren't
>I follow after them just in time to see Lil Tom pull Tam to cover before the damned cultist gun her down
>I dive behind the cover of a destroyed Sentinel walker
>I find the traitor PDF bastard manning the Heavy Stubber that damn near killed them
>blow the fucker's head open like over-ripened melon with my Hot-Shot Lasrifle
>the fiend's corpse falls to the rockcrete pavement bellow with a splat...
>I turn to look at Tiny Tam
>Lil Tom is hold her down
"Tam! What the Frakking hell was that! You could have gotten us killed doing something like!"
>I refrain from calling Tam stupid... I'm not that cruel
>there is something bothering her and I know it
>shell shock?
>combat fatigue perhaps?
>eh I suppose I owe her something next time we get leave

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>>97699988
>>97699483
>>97697487
>be me
>Mobi-1
>barracuda air caste pilot
>a few years ago the ship carrying my sister Sha'mu of the Earth Caste was lost on a route exploration of the Gue'la worlds
>unexplained void phenomena they called it
>no wreckage, no bodies
>nothing
>i know my sister is still alive out there somewhere
>its why i joined this invasion force
>my air caste brothers and sisters have held back for now until the forward base created by the Shas'o was completed
>which is now
>the Gue'la are attempting a sudden push against rebel forces
>we have been instructed these rebel forces are not allies like the previous stealth suit Shas'vre who was killed had assumed during the conquest of the auspex relay
>Pol'pot is likely already dead, these rebels are servants of the great devourer
>and....we are not allowed to speak under orders of the Ethereal what forces the other rebels serve
>regardless the counter charge begins now
>the entire air caste has one duty
>total destruction of the gue'la air forces
>the battle in space may not be decided but this operation will be the cutting blade that ends imperial rule on this planet
>for Sha'mu

>>97700104
>>97699699
>be Tiny Tam
>before i can do my duty Lil Tom tackles me from the side and pushes me down as enemy fire plasters the ground
>why? its not like id die
>my left eye just finished healing, took awhile after that daemon struck me on the bridge
pain....so much pain...embrace it
>...
>Lt Tom yells at me "Tam! What the Frakking hell was that! You could have gotten us killed doing something like!"
>us killed
>us
>not me
>he knows that, its why he sent me to kill the daemon on the bridge
he never cared, you're a weapon, for the anathema, for the guard, for him, KILL THEM ALL
>...
>the traitor is down and Stacy pushes forward pouring fire into the bunker the prick was hiding in
>the guard push as Lil Tom refuses to let me up for a minute
>does he care?
he wants you dead, or he wants your power, he wants to be the Lt's favorite, his only priority, traitors everywhere trust no-one
>...
>i push lil Tom off me and force myself to stand
Everyone rots in the end...except you, the anathema wont let you die until he uses every last ounce of what you are, give into despair and just end it
>....
>....
>....
>im tired of all these voices
>briefly eye my hotshot lasgun before pushing it all down as we push forward

>be Lil Tom
>something is very wrong
>i pick myself up and look to Uncle
"ill keep an eye on her..."
>ive seen troopers break before but either they go loud all manic or they go quiet
>this is more like when we had that death cult visit Nordica II a few years ago trying to recruit
>commissar Kate made it pretty clear where we stood on that but this is still worrying
>i stow my lasgun and follow her as we move to find the forward base we're supposed to set the vox station at
>i rub my tags
>mom gave them to me before i left, said that you should always polish your tags and keep them safe so they can find what's left of you to send home
>otherwise you end up as corpse starch or grox feed
>im fairly sure thats a rumor but im not taking any chances

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>>97699150
>be Archmagos Armonk
>Sitting quite happily in my meditation chambers on the Ark-Mechanicus dutifully dictating the events of the expedition to an auto-savant I integrated into the ship
>All fixed up after those encounters on the planet, though I think my nanyte blaster will need repairs
>Can't have that going off like a plasma pistol when I fire it
>Still, Holy Mars will be quite pleased to know I have recovered the remains of an STC
>Granted I did not recover the actual STC, which disintegrated as I fled to the surface, but the enginseer I was with somehow managed to download it and is now unable to stop itself from reading out whatever data it had
>Currently keeping it under observation for signs of corruption, given the source, but it has already verified several points of data that appear in at least 5933 other recovered STCs!
>And once it becomes certified, I may add my name to the blessed ranks of ET-AL!
>Truly a blessed find
>Only issue seems to be that it seems to think it's designation has changed from Steve to Spencer, but nothing a bit of percussive maintenance can't fix
>Once I finish that I start writing up a performance review about the Metalica forces present
>Which necessitates an entire chapter on "areas of improvement"
>Forward a copy to their ark-mechanicus so they can respond with their goals for the next performance cycle
>Begin brewing myself a cup of aromatic hydrocarbon tea when there's a knocking at my chamber door
>Oh good, it's not a Ravenguard
>One of the tech-priests minor
>Who's supposed to be supervising that STC, actually
>Please don't tell me we lost it
>Oh
>OH
CAUTION: Elevated dopamine levels detected. Please see a Magos Biologis if symptoms persist.
>Well we're going to need to recover that too, won't we?
>Prep the Teleportarium! And bring that tech-priest!

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>>97699478
>>97698914
>>97699297
>be Nyan
>what a shite day
>apparently Bilby forgot to mention that "mate" of hers whose family we were watching was an fucking inquistor
>so we're back in the Emperor's Forsaken
yayyyyy
>instead of being executed by "biggus dickus" for disemboweling, crushing, decapitating, liquifying, squalishing, flaying, and dumping in the yellow river'ing of his boy toy cadet a few years ago Meatshield took the blame for us
>shame i liked her, gonna be sad when he blows her head off
>to my surprise we actually lived, and so did she
(to go get killed finding a fucking tank depot)
>same shit as usual i guess
>as i finally get some augments for my missing power klaws and Oggie gets some ration bars that arnt made of "green tuff" Bilby takes us aside
>"we were suddenly and inexplicably killed by a falling piano for one of the noble families, never mind how that happened when we were in Fort Wanli and the hive city is a few hundred thousand miles away or what a piano is"
>okay....
>so because offically the regiment is getting sent to "help" the lord general reclaim the plasteel manufactorum they need someone to check on whatever Simo is worried about in hive city Tian'Jin
>the one filled with orks?
>Bibly asks if we rather rejoin the Forsaken for real or go do more batshit insane shit for her and avoid getting "tested" for the Commisar's next "demonstration" since the only reason he didnt kill us the moment he saw us was Meatshield lived up to her namesake
>wonderful negotiators those ratlings

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>>97700423
>>97699478
>>97700161
>>97699297
>be Packmaster "Meat Shield"
>rub my bloody lower lip
>tsk
>the Commissar must be in a "good" mood or at least worried about the return of the Saint's bloodline to the High Hierarch
>as i recover with some "top shelf amasec swear on me mum, boss" from Bilby i swirl it around with the blood to make it taste better
>or less like rubbing alcohol and promethium
>Commisar told me that mentioning anything to "outsiders on the Chyna chain of command was paramount to treason so i was "convinced" to not share anything with Willard or Wu
>Wu
>refocus, girl
>that went "double for the ratling bitch scoundrel" so Bilby couldnt do anything either
>but thankfully the rest of our regiment is "beneath" even being noticed so i trusted Riena the Longshanks to inform them of our marching orders
>liberation of the Bao'gang Plasteel with added addendum "FIND THAT FUCKING TANK DEPOT OR BY THE JADE EMPEROR I WILL MAKE SURE YOU ARE IN LINE FOR THE PROMETHIUM WEAPON TESTING YOU ABHUMAN WHORE!"
>lovely guy our commissar
>as we are quite litterally the bottom of the barrel our group is among the last to be send our orders and to be loaded into
>the same cargo-8 trucks as we rode out here
>matter of fact alot of the welded armor Spencer put on has been removed "for standardization" so i take it back
>its WORSE than the cargo 8 trucks we used to get here
>i fucking hate the guard sometimes
>as we get ready to deploy orders start screaming in on the vox
"TAU FORCES APPROACHING, ALL UNITS REINFORCE LINES AND PREPARE FOR ASSAULT!"
>and we're the closest units
>FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK

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>>97700161
>>97700458


>be Imperial Navy ace pilot "Aquila-13"
>be leading Aquila Squadron, the "Yellow Tails" back to base from a successful bombing run
>my squadron, after bombing that... abomination, have changed course back to the Aeronautica Base in Hive Kong
>I fully intend to rearm and refuel as to take another swing it that thing
>that plan does not last long...
>at all...
>quite suddenly the vox traffic is filled with word of a full-scale Tau assault on Hive Kong
>typical... this world is really starting to grate my nerves
>look at my auspex display
>there are bunch of hostile contacts over Hive Kong
>Tau combat aircraft no doubt
>perhaps they have a worthwhile opponent in their ranks
"Aquila Squadron! We have hostile Xeno fighters above Hive Kong! Prepare to engage!"
>I order my squadron into full after burn and to climb to a higher altitude
>as we enter the air space above Hive Kong, I start looking our first target
>my auspex picks up a flight of two Tau Razorshark making an attack run on Fort Wanli
>perfect
>my flight dives on the Tau, two Thunderbolts per Razorshark
>I and Aquila-11 dive on the lead Razorshark and open with our auto-cannons
>the hail of APHE shells shred the Razorshark's engines
>sending it spiraling into the slums bellow
>that is kil number... 77 if I am correct, shared with Aquila-11 of course
>I look to my other two wing men, they too have down their quarry...

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>>97700383
>be Steve
>i am steve
>its hard to think with all this data in my head
Arkan land brand land raiders utilize machine spirit systems that are "not AI" according to Arkan Land
>yeah that
>i am being dragged along by two skitarii cohorts
>i shake my head a few times to reassert my primary naming designation
>Steve
>S T 3 V 3
>got it
>and im a tech priest now, so i should be happy to go with the archamagos in the percuit of knowlege
Chyna style Tiāntiān Miner Goliath Rockgrinder have been shown to grind materials 15% more effectively regardless of debry, stone, or menials caught in the grinding mechanism
>okay so maybe i dont want to go down there where all the dangerous xenos, traitors, and other threats are
>but can you blame me
yes.binary
>i join Archmagos Armonk holy is he in the teleportarium
>i dont want to ask if his plan is to just teleport us into a well entrenched xeno's position but i feel like i sort of have to
>"sir-"
CLANG
>i got smacked upside the head with a Omnisian Axe, the holy icon of mars, so hard i think i wiped most of my hard drives on my childhood
The pipes of a terran standard imperial navy ship are large enough to house 40 cleaning priests and long enough that if they started proper cleaning rites and the ship started activating there is a 60% chance they be done before being incinerated
>the archmagos looks down at me
"your designation, tech priest?"
>"s-steve, sir."
"wonderful i knew percussive maintenance would fix it, now off we go"
>"yes sir..."


great start to the thread, lol, sorry to spencer anon.

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>>97700241

>be Felinid Lt. Tom... aka "Big Daddy"
>be assaulting the Arms Plant with the rest of my platoon, with Tam and Lil Tom in tow
>and I am VERY worried about Tam right now
>she is clearly having another episode
>I look at my nephew
>he knows that Tam is struggling too
>he shouts over to me
"i'll keep an eye on her..."
>I know he will, the two of them are close to one another like that
>I nod
"I Know you will! Keep her safe!"
>I yell to Tam
"Tam! You're the most important thing in this frakking galaxy to me! I'll make it up to you when this shit storm is over"
>she barely responds
>she either didn't hear me... or she is too lost in her own head to pat attention
>Throne... why must this have happened to her
>an explosion brings my thoughts back to the battle at hand
>a large hole was blown in the wall by one of the Cadian Leman Russ tanks
>its hail of battle cannon and heavy bolter fire gives us cover to move up and make entry to the arms plant
>we stack on the door and have one of the fresh replacements kick down the door
>he promptly shredded by auto-gun fire...
>I look across to Stacey and nod to her... crazy bitch could not help but grin
>she proceeds to douse the room with cleansing fire from her Flammer
>wait a moment for the screaming to stop before entering
>put down the PDF traitors smart enough to back away from the entrance and hunker down in the next room
>the room here seems to be some sort of locker room
>smells like one too...
>order Tam, Lil Tom, and one of the other vox operators to set up a forward base here while the rest of us move deeper into the arms plant.

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>be me
>Un Jong Kim
>governor of hive city Cháoxiǎn
>Also known as Best Joseon
>Just finished threatening hive Hánguó with nuclear annihilation if they annoy me
>Time to show my daughter around the spire so she knows what to do when she takes over
>but before I can take her outside one of my generals knocks on my door
>heard him coming 5 minutes ago from the clinking of all his medals
>he has never seen a day of combat before
>Let him in
>he tells me that there are anti-totalitarian agitators, treacherous mutants, and worst of all, tau liberals attacking the hives of Jina!
>our allies and friends against the evil that seeks to overthrow galactic imperialism!
>this cannot be!
>order my best troops to begin mobilising so we can save our friends and have them owe us when we want to knock over the subhumans down south
>See Ae Ju, this is what daddy does to make sure we are the best hive city of all

>>97699483
>>97700677
>Be Justine, Newly Recruited Brats of Slaanesh Cultist
>So like, when you do a lot a lot of drugs, sometimes you end up on like, a whole nother world
>Where everyone is horny, or a mutant, or a horny mutant
>And a bunch of horndogs called the "Twin Bulls" are fighting alongside some other group of horndogs called the "Schlick" to get some place called the "Forbidden City"
>This all sounds very complicated and stuff, so I don't really listen to all the guys called Jeff who keep trying to tell me things
>The rocks taste like rainbows here, so I might as well enjoy it while I can, you know, I think once the drugs wear off I might end up back in my parent's basement, or maybe not, this world seems kind of real even though so much impossible stuff is happening here
>A while passes, and people keep trying to talk to me as I lick rocks
>There is this weird building nearby that looks like both a tower and an orgy that keeps on shooting stuff at some other building
>The Jeffs say that is where one of the Schlick Cummissars lives
>I am pretty sure that "Schlick Cummissar" isn't a real word
>Part of the orgy tower gets blown apart
>The shockwaves taste like lemondrops
>Niiicccceeee
>Someone gives me a gun and a weird looking symbol on a chain and tells me to assault the other building
>I am pretty sure giving me a gun is a bad idea but whatever bros
>I will head over there eventually, if I feel like it, I guess

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>>97700882
(the mysterious symbol in question)

>Be me, Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader
>It has been a quiet few days since the dam
>We did hold a celebration abroad Starbound Sovereign
>But it is time to get one's hands dirty once more
>This hiveworld is ramshackle
>Even by imperial standards it's a miracle it hasn't collapsed
>And with the orks southbound, the siege stalled and variety of other things it is time for me to act
>I shall be going to Hive Beijing
>Bluergh, Hive Peking more like
>Either to meet with the local government
>Or to....salvage what can be saved
>Everything has it price, and commerce is the lifeblood of empire
>A smaller force will sniff out whether an archaeological expedition to the black pylons will yield results
>Order HMS Starbound Sovereign to move and hold over Hive Peking
>Together with her smaller screens
>Both as a show of support, and a not-so-subtle threat
"Have my personal shuttle prepared, I desire to make landfall upon the upper strata of Hive Peking"
>We shall see how this goes, if all else fails, well....

>>97700714
>be Archmagos Armonk
>giddy with excitement as I load up my combat subroutines
>potentially about to recover not one but TWO entire STCs
>take that Cawl you fucking hack
>You probably think you're as good as the omnissiah too with your heretikal primaris marines
>I'll show you
>with two full cohorts of skitarii plus some of Ghuld's personal Hastarii she lent me, we can knock out anything short of a company of Space Marines
>make sure to bring along the scribe team with the STC, can't let any valuable information slip
>everything is ready in the teleportarium as I do some last minute maintennance tests on the STC-priest
>it responds correctly, and all seems to be in order
>upload the program to the macroclade's noosphere
>the plan shall be to teleport down to the location, assess the situation, and recover the STC by any means necessary
>if we face any non-mechanicus opposition we shall terminate them with overwhelming firepower!
>the hastarii shall act as heavy support and target any major threats, while the skitarii will secure the site from further incursion
>While I and the STC-priest will perform the necessary rituals to retrieve this new artifact
>with it's newfound STC expertise it should go off without a hitch
>smile to myself at the thought of my triumphal return to Mars
>send my mechadendrites to the console to begin the teleportation procedures
>...
>Who has the coordinates of where we're supposed to be going?

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>>97699478
>>97700458
>Be Captain Willard
>As I'm debating plans the longshank in the Abhuman regiment slips me some orders
>Manages to avoid getting caught by the Commissar so I open it up
>Liberation of the Bao'gang plasteel facility and to find the tank depot
>I ignore all the rage behind it
>I actually like the abhumans quite a bit
>We'll go with them
>We still have some chimeras the Felinids didn't take
>Order M13 to load up
>Or well we would but there's screaming on the Vox
>Enemy Tau forces on the way
"M13 mount up on weapon emplacements prepare for Tau assaults on Fort Wanli. Sentinels ride out of the fort to give the Tau a firey demise"
>I kneel down to Charlie
"Go back to the bunker hold position with your sister and mother until I get back ok? "
>He nods and quickly runs off
>Smart boy
>I follow M13 as they scale up to the heavy weapons emplacements
>Wu and his sentinels man the gates awaiting them to be opened on my command
>Put my helmet on and get to the top
>Scanning for hostiles
>Who knows if these bastards have stealth suits deployed
>Only modification I didn't get put in my helmet was a way to detect infiltrating units
>It wasn't avaliable in my budget during MACI-SOG

>Be Wu Baoyu
>Readying on the orders of Willard
>Gate crew should be ready to set us loose on the enemy
>Think of my future with the Packmaster
>I'm getting her out of that regiment if its the last thing I do
>Probably would be if I fail
>Getting a calls of ready from my three comrades
>The gate opens and we head out

>>97700714
>>97700161
>>97699483
>>97701700

>be former forge master of the 3rd company of the Covenant of Fire, Ta’Shawn
>Vulkan steel my spirit to not fall into rage and fury
>i sit in one of the meditative chambers of hive Bei'jing
>i have discarded everything but the robes i once wore in the forges of mars as an initiate
>i remember it all so clearly, the excitement of brothers from all chapters waiting to learn how to maintain the weapons that knew the honor of brothers past all the way to the time of the God Emperor himself, to shoulder the duty of maintaining weapons and ammo to slay his foes across the galaxy
>when did the eyes of the arch enemy find me?
>was it simply on that battlefield or was it earlier
>was this always my fate?
>the smell of incense is strong here
>annoyingly so
>i catch myself before i can become angry
>the taint runs deeper than i once thought
>i dont know which thought scares me more
>the idea of falling to the arch enemy?
>or ending up as one of the frothing mad men that are the angry marines
>reports flood the noosphere of tau attacks
>i cannot wait any longer
>as well as reports that the Archmagos of Mars is requesting aid in locating a site of import in the genestealer hive
>i see
>i will take this message to Lord Axum'kaleb and inform him i have found a way to earn my penance
>i will guide the archmagos and prove my loyalty to the priest hood as i once did as a young tech marine adept, thereby prove to Vulkan and the God Emperor that i can temper this fire within


>be Spencer
>vaguely feel like someone stole my name
>be annoyed
>works because i have to stay in character as both me and Priscilla are hiding out in Hive Bei'jing until we find a way off world, haven't heard from the old man and the "inquistor" just felt up Priscilla until i threatened him to reveal what he knew
>which was nothing
fucking alpha legion
>so until things in space calm down, im "Maximum Fuck" the angry marine
(dont worry about it anon, all good)

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>>97699557
>Be Magos Biologis Xu-225-Fu
>Nobody took the bait but they have been quiet
>I stand down and join back up with the people in the Red Chamber
>Kong Qiu takes the stand

>Be Lord Kong Qiu
>I take the stand and clear my throat
"We will now begin voting as you have had time to talk amongst yourselves. Those in favour of the Yinli protocol rise up so you can be counted by the servo skulls, those opposed stay seated"
>The count begins as the servo skulls detach from the art work on the ceiling of the chamber
>Zhoubi also keeps count
>The only votes not counted are those of the Heishou packs officers
>It would hurt the officialness of the protocol if the Heishou had a say
>They are servants after all
>The results are in after several minutes thanks to the efficiency of the servo skulls
>85% in the Red Chamber are in favour of the Yinli protocol being activated, leaving 15% opposed, mostly of outside forces
>The results are displayed and the room erupts into conversation
>The minority are concerned, the majority concerned about the limited faith the minority hold
>I interrupt by slamming my staff against the ground
"It is decided then, all Heishou Packs are to be activated. It is with the grace and will of the Jade Emperor"
>I clear my voice for the ordet
"All 12 Heishou Packs of Chyna Secondus, unite and ride out. Defend Hive Bei'jing and reinforce the Marines of the Covenant of Fire. Break the stalling siege in our favour"
>And with that the Heishou move out
>Who knows how this war will go now

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>>97701876
>>97701872
>>97699483
>be 3rd Company Commander Axum'Kaleb
>i am fortifying the line as enemy fire rains down from chaos positions
>suddenly abhumans begin pouring from within the forbidden city
>i turn to draw a bead of fire believing the Twin Bulls were able to attack our back lines when its revealed its merely more of Chyna Secundus's heresy
>i have grown
>no not used to it be rather indifferent
>technology and biomancy are better left to the mechanicus to sort out not me
>besides i was alive in the time of the great crusade, weapons like this were not uncommon as they are now
>granted back then we also had Saturnine Terminators
>i open fire with my promethium flamer on a charging slaangor
>if they are attempting to break the siege it is better to thrown our own weight behind it for now
>make the hammer strike the anvil harder and all that
>suddenly get an alert from Ta'Shawn
>he wishes to join the ArchMagos in some sort of mission into the genestealer hive
>i should deny him, in the same way i should have denied him his request to surrender his forge but i can see his metal is being tested
>"very well, i shall grant these leave of action"
>its a rare day when ANY marine wishes to be joined to the tech priesthood of mars
>i hope he finds what he is looking for
>"SONS OF VULKAN, CHARGE!"
>the remains of the 3rd company join the push against the forces of Slaanesh
>i intend to make good use of the damage the heroes of the Aquilla squadron left on that tower

>>97700968
>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader
>Even from the top of the hivespire you can see the purple beams down below
>But our landfall goes unopposed
>Which is good
>Because of the nature of this mission, neither Praetorians or Drookians will do
>Instead, I will take along naval voidsmen-at-arms
>McArthain will come along of course
>As will my great-grandson and heir, Commodore Henry Arbuthnot Valerian Ponsonby-Bannerman
>He knows more about commanding naval troops than I, and the dense, narrow streets here are more akin to a voidship
>For now, thing are relatively safe up here
>For all pretenses, the Forbidden City isn't all that forbidden
>We're already inside, now to find the vaults they keep their artefacts

>>97570185
>>97582725
>>97700383
>>97701700
>Be Skitarii Marshal Vex Kepra-8888 of Metalica
>Remember getting told to duck by the Angry Marine Librarian and follow suit by sealing myself in my dunecrawler
>Then everything got all jumbled all over the place
Imgonnapuke.Ironstomach
>By the time I woke up several hours had past and the battle was over, no sign of the chaos squats or anything else in the area, the Necron pylons were even gone
>We lost contact with the Hastarii sent into the Necron tomb and couldn’t find the entrance in all the ruble
Unfortunate.datapacket
>While searching through the remains I find out Archmagos Armonk of Sacred Mars is getting ready to teleport down to the surface will his own squad of Hastarii trained by Archmagos Thulia Ghuld herself in search of a REAL STC
Exitement.binary
>I send a Noosphereic message both to him and my own Forge World’s Ark Mechanicus requesting to join in the quest for knowledge as well as requesting coordinates to come pick him up when he arrives on the surface

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>>97702524
>>97700714
>>97701700
>>97701872
>be Steve the Tech Priest
>so this isnt going so bad, we got the coordinates of an "established" forward base the imperium set up to push forward into Hive Taiping when they finished with the heretic aspects
>and even the Metalica forces have agreed to help reclaim the STC relic
STC backup driver is now at 87% overcharge
>oof so thats not great
>also ive tryed multiple times to say im not going to be helpful given im stuck randomly spouting STC knowledge like ive gotten data tourettes
Proper cleaning of plasma pistol barrels can reduce premature and rapid plasma discharge by 14% percent, remember the Ommnissiah protects those who protect themselves
>but he wasnt having it, we need to hold the rally point until additional troops can be gathered to push into Hive Taiping
>the imperial forces we're all for this since apparently the xenos are pushing against their attempts to reclaim the Bao'gang Plasteel Foundry and Arms Plant N0-R1N-C0
>sadly this means we can't just throw their meatbag bodies at the problem until we can neatly walk through the remains and just claim what we're looking for
>the main force of fire warriors has yet to breach Hive Kong yet but the reports are that they are pushing both Hive Kong and Hive Taipeng from the Ship breaking yard base they established
>not good news per say but the genestealers are likely to be focused on them so a push from mechanicus forces would have better odds than say
>free form teleporting into an enemy hive and hoping for the best
>so where is the rally point exactly?
manufactorum 13
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>>97700760
>be Lil Tom
>so this room smells like death
>or the litterbox latrine we had on Nordica II hard to see which is worse
>we got left with the vox replacement for Jeff while Lt To
>sorry
>"big daddy"
>pushed forward into the rest of the arms plant
adults are weird
>Tam is just staring at the wall and im keeping an eye on her
>i dont know much about jeff's replacement
>apparently Commissar Tammy selected her
>something about "being very adept at learning on the fly"
>i dont like the way she's eyeing Tam
>half the regiment thinks shes a saint in the making and the other half think she's one bad fumble roll from turning into a ball of tentacles and teeth
>i rub my tags again
>then i get an idea
>i take my tags and place them around Tam's head
>"there...now i wont lose you"
>she just stares at me then turns back to staring at the wall
>i think there was a hint of a smile there but i may just be seeing things
>man things are really getting loud out there

>be Tiny Tam
>i dont know what the LT wants from me
>i can't die shouldnt i be in the front, fighting the enemy?
>isnt that why im still alive?
>i dont talk to the voices much anymore
>any of them really not even the "good" ones
>im too tired really
>i dont even acknowledge them
>i keep thinking about what Lt said
>"Tam! You're the most important thing in this frakking galaxy to me! I'll make it up to you when this shit storm is over"
>why?
>why is he trying to be a dad now?
>is it just because he feels responsible for me because of a stupid dna test?
>how long did he know?
>is the only reason he came after me in that dark cave when this all began because he felt that i was "his responsibility" or because he's my Lt
>can i trust him to know the difference if even i dont really know what i am or what im supposed to do?
>Lil Tom just places his tags on me
>they were a gift from his mom, he told me about them during a really rough warp jump when we left Nordica II
(1/2)

>>97702706
>"they belonged to my dad apparently"
>"he was a officer who died saving the winter guard from an Ork warboss before they got stranded on Nordica II"
>"i dont know if thats true or not, but it makes me feel stronger knowing that they may someday tell stories about me like that around the fire"
>i smile
>I decide i CAN trust lil Tom no matter what the voices say
>i look back to vox and begin to mess with it
>"TAU FORCES APPROACHING, ALL UNITS REINFORCE LINES AND PREPARE FOR ASSAULT!"
>my heart drops as i realize those sounds outside may not just be the remains of cultist forces but something worse
>i look to Tom and "whats her name"
>something about her doesn't seem right
>maybe im just tried still
(2/2)

>>97702524

uh... why where those posts deleted?

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>>97700677
>>97700161
>be Mobi-1
>i watch as the Razorsharks fall over the gue'la slums
>a worthy death to reveal our foes
>my squad of AX-5-2 Barracudas deploy from the sky as we had been using the smoke choked skies to hide in before we deployed down
"this is Ribbon Fighter Mobi-1 to the Gue'la, this is your last and only chance. surrender your ships to the greater good"
>thats what i supposed to say
>but i do not
>instead i order my squadron to let the opening request for surrender be a burst of Ion fire
>DEATH TO THE GUE'LA. DEATH TO THE YELLOW TAILS!

>>97701876
>>97701931
>Be Lord Kong Qiu
>The Red Chamber lights up displaying the scene of the Heishou's unified front
>Bolstering the support of the marines in their fight against the Arch Enemy
>Mass lasgun fire from the Zi (rat), the destructive heavy weapons of the Hai (pig) to even the precise sniper shots of the Shen (monkey)
>Then the marines charge and joining the fray are the Wu (horse), Yin (tiger) and Chou (ox)
>All clad in black carapace and wielding their various melee weapons
>It is a sight to behold
>I get on the vox and contact the Commander Axum'Kaleb
"I hope the 12 Heishou packs shall fight in glory alongside you my lord, I shall join you soon"
>With that I begin to stride out but I am stopped by my cousin on the Jia side of the family, Jia Yuanchun
"Cousin where are you going? Surely it'd be safer for you to stay here"
>I can tell she and some of the family have missed me, but I stay strong
"I'm not going to sit around and wait, I'm going to fight with my people. Come Zilu and Zhoubi"
>I continue my stride, my two companions joining me and even the two dragons of the Chen have joined my group
>It may take us some time going to from the palace to the warzone on foot
>But it's significantly quicker when you run at double time

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>>97702761

>be Imperial ace pilot Aquila-13
>be leading Aquila Squadron, the "Yellow Tails" over the skies of Hive Kong
>start looking for more targets after downing a pair of Razorsharks...
>look up
>see something
>are those?
>I'am forced to bank left to avoid a burst of plasma fire
>those are definitely Tau fighters... probably Barracuda class fighters
"Aquila Squadron! Engage those Barracudas!"
>I circle around one of the towering spires of Hive Kong to engage the Tau fighter
>I find one on the tail of Aquila-8
>I slide in behind the xenos fighter
>I open fire with my auto-cannons, shearing of one of the wings
>that is kill number 78...
>then I hear Aquil-11 over the squadron vox-channel
"Aquila-13! enemy on your tail! Bank right!"
>I bank right in time evade a burst of Tau plasma fire
>Throne that was close...
>now about that Tau fighter on my tail...
also good to see someone picked up my Ace Combat 4 reference

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>>97700161
>>97702630
>>97699916
>be Biophagus He Jianku
>lovely
>just as i make my excuses to retreat out of the "Emperor's Brother's ascension chamber"
>im informed that the Tau forces are attacking Hive Taipeng
>they have breached the outer walls and deployed several companies of fire warriors, Kroot, and most interestingly Vespid Stingwings
>mfw
>i had hoped to capture a few for experimentation
>i suppose i can put off my withdraw from Chyna for a few hours more
>besides i have a few tests to run
>after all the time i put into them it be a shame to not see how "infiltration squad" preformed

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>>97703799
>be Aun'Ui
>Fire Warrior Breacher Team leader
>we were sent ahead of the larger fire warrior squads to prepare for an assault on the hive
>our orders are clear
>we have no Gue'la allies on this world
>all life is hostile
>we are part of Juntas Ka'vash
>the other half of the forces are Juntas Ghoro'kha
>two blades to fell two enemies
>as we push through the streets i head sounds that sound like hissing laughter
>turn to see cans of Gue'la canned compressed air paints
>and a strange symbol painted on the wall
>that was not there when we arrived
>as im inspecting one of the cans i notice something among them
>that is not a can
"GRENADE!"
>i watch as the flashbangs goes off as chaos erupts from the streets
>claws rip through Kel'ha
>they are purestrains?
>watch as one fires a bolter that splatters Por've
>they are hybrids?
>i throw a Photon Grenade and watch as one catches it and throws it back at the approaching reinforcements as i feel blade and claw tear apart my armor
"what....what are you?"
>watch as it leans in close
>i think its going to speak but instead it opens its mouth and needle like teeth are the last thing i see


>be Hiver infiltration Squad Alpha
>be leader Lu' Dica
>taken from pieces of Slaanesh cultists, genestealers, and whatever else the good doctor found around the battle field to create "better Hybrid Metamorphs than the random bullshit that hack of a supposed merged intelligence can come up with"
>not that i care
>the only times we're allowed out of the dank hole the heavenly Magus Hong Xiuq keeps us in is to do fun stuff like this
>he finds our presence and parentage "offensive"
>i think its because we care about more than stroking his ego since he lost the ability to find his dick with a holomap and all 4 hands
>i watch Li Xiu finish eating that tau he caught and then take a hit of the gas pack we were given
>i dont know whats in them but they are the best high you can get besides killing
>unless you do both together

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>>97702853
>>97701931
>>97700882
>be Zheng Sow
>and this isnt what i signed my soul away for
>i still havent found Yi
>the siege stalled out a few days ago
>really the only thing from turning this into an total blood bath is the fact that strange ritual that started hasnt stopped
>but things are only getting worse
>the entire Heishou and remaining space marines are deploying to crush us
>i can't believe this
>i can't believe that BITCH's plan was right
>apparently that spy she has in the nobles was right on the money
>dont get me wrong we stand no chance fighting fair
>but why would we ever fight fair?
>we're Slaaneshi
>the tower shakes where it was struck by the bombing plane as the entire Shlick forces plus the Twin Bulls and White Lightening cults engage in total war
>the deflowered do battle with the royal protectors, the various marines the Shlick drew to their side do battle with the loyalists, even one of the battle barges begins orbital firing down on the dark shield that is powered by what was once the poor bastard tied to the war banner
>ever since the pylons were destroyed the commander of the Shlick forces said she had something "big" in the works
>i dont know what it is but i know its now the best chance i have of getting through this alive let alone with the Twin Bulls intact
>i let out a bellow as i charge through an "ox" Heishou
>cheap imitation
>then i spot him
>the leader of the space marines
>just like down in the under hive when that brat shattered the mirror of Slaanesh
>i roar and fire my heavy bolter as i lower my horns
>one of us is dying here
>and given i dont know where Yi is to do the resurrection ritual...
>it aint gonna be me

>>97702706
>>97702711

>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy"
>be inside Arms Plant N0-R1N-C0
>be fighting in what appears to be one of the main warehouses
>the shipping crates here are probably full of weapons
>Throne, this is probably where the heretics got all their weapons from
>hear loud bang as few of the loyalist PDF troopers get blown to chunks by a rocket
>oh damn
>find the heretic that fired that shot, he is up above on the catwalk
>pump a few shots from my Hot-shot lasrifle into bastard
>his warp tainted corpse falls onto one of the crates bellow
>it falls to the rockcrete floor, spilling it contents
>grenades... a lot of them
>oh Throne
>pray to the Emperor that none of them lost their safety pin
>none of them go off
>Throne of Holy Terra, was that close
>tell flame-trooper Stacey to not use her flammer in here
>she looks disappointed, but I won't risk setting of any of the munitions here
>we start to move forward amongst the stacks of crates
>we put down any heretic we find
>I start to notice something about these crates
>they all have this white shipping label with the sigil of chaos and set of shipping coordinates
>my stellar cartography is pretty grox-shit, I'm certain that's on the other side of the sector?
>why the frakk are the Heretics trying to ship arms of world?
>weird
>we eventually come upon some administrative offices on the far side of the warehouse
>heavily defended ones at that... they have a bunch of mutants with them

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>>97705064
>>97702706
>be Madam Mim Daji
>how uncouth
>i HAD planned to have that rogue trader simply ship our pink lotus tea across the sector when it seems our other shipping lane has been uncovered
>selling the weapons this foundry made was how we financed most of our tea production and shipping
>it was close enough to the plasteel foundry to hide our skimming off the top
>shame the other cults forced our hands into the open like this
>we had secured a rather lovely deal with the Gooners to help secure aid from the Burmaze Arsonists through the same measures they shipped their "special promethium"
>all this so we can feed
sigh.chaos
>but we daemonettes of the Pink Lotus do not surrender so easily
>if these furry little customers believe they will ruin our plans
>then we shall simply show them our deep our hospitality runs
>i move a hand with a dancer's grace to the air ventilation
>we had filled them with crushed pedals from the pink lotus lake in case this ever came to pass
>well actually we had assumed it be the genestealer cults
>Xi was a lovely fool to have for a high Hierarch
>never questioned why weapons shipments were light as long as it was enough to make the tithe
>shame he was consumed by that lord of change or whatever happened there
>so hard to get news when you're stuck in one pocket of the dark lord Slaanesh realm
>as the air fills with the scent of lotus in bloom i smile as my sisters slowly start taking the place of cultists who once found themselves in the Pink Lotus Tea House and Long Pig Cookhouse
>it is not a painless process but every bill comes due in one way or another
>they lick bloody claws and fix bone white makeup, after all our service is nothing less than perfection
>without constant victims to enhale, drink, or consume the pink lotus we can't sustain ourselves in the mortal realm long
>its usually easier to bring the prey to us

>>97705177
>but looking out through the administrative office
>i can smell a rather tasty morsal not too far away
>how long since he has taken a drink of amasec i wonder
>since he ate his fill
>since he relaxed?
>new fatherhood is so strenuous, let alone to such a...
>unique child?
>i can smell the same taint as was on those corrupted sweepers
>she make a lovely Geishanette
>or perhaps an appetizer for her father
>ah well, no time to think on that now, the customers are arriving
>and at the Pink Lotus
>the customer is a dark prince

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>>97701700
>>97701872
>>97702524
>>97702630
>be Archmagos Armonk
>Apparently nobody actually knows where the holy artifact is located
>and tech-priest steve says it's getting close to overcharging
>sigh...
>at least I have some aid from metalica
>though they better know I'm not sharing the discovery credit with them
>shrug my servos, we'll have to do it the old fashioned way
>locate a suitable manufactorum we can teleport down to and set up a base of operations
>the tech-priest seems quite excited when it sees the location coordinates, which I take as a sign from the blessed Omnissiah that it is near the STC
>because there is a theory that STCs resonate when they are in close proximity to each other
>no of course I'm not basing this off some crackpot, this is from a well researched liturgical theologian
>And if all else fails I'll set up a ping test module in the tech priest
>send the coordinates of the Manufactorum to our Metalica allies, we will meet them there
>activate the teleportarium and feel the rush of holy technology act upon my body
>Look around the manufactorum when the light dies down
>By the omnissiah's central processing unit, this is the most badly maintained Manufactorum I have ever seen!
>And I'm from Mars!

>>97700791
>>97702853
>be Un Jong Kim
>Looking at the reports and it seems that the ruler of Jina, Kong Qiu is taking desperate measures, using even the forces means to protect his nobles
>shake my head
>such things would never happen in best Joseon
>see, Ae Ju, even our allies are decadent and weak
>unlike us, with our strong and loyal citizens who would fight to the last
>turn to general Goo-Kuk
>I will go instruct Kong Qiu in the ways of warfare myself!
>And show him how to best treat his people!
>prepare the troops and my shuttle craft!
>He nods and runs off
>I pat my daughter on the head and tell her that I will soon return
>And if I don't she can cleanse the south with nuclear fire
>And don't forget to kill anyone listening to that subversive K-Pop!
>We must ensure that our family does not fall to the temptations of slaanesh.
>Go to my shuttle and try opening a vox link to tell Kong Qiu the wonderful news that I will be helping him out

>Be Norn Queen of Hive Fleet Scylla splinter of Kraken.
>My fleet slips through the wide black void between stars, ignoring worlds brimming with biomass as we move towards our true goal of—


>DID THAT PLANET JUST PSYCHICALLY FLIP ME OFF?!

>Right, screw our centuries old objective. I can’t let this kind of insult stand. THIS is personal.
>I redirect the hive ships and we make for planet Middle Finger.

>Oh looks like another hive fleet has already set up cults there.
>This should be fun.

>>97700677
>>97700882
>>97704975
(1/3)
>Be Daemonette Vin’Gloria
>The past week or so has been very productive
>We came to this planet hoping to make some allies who could supply us with a few thousand mutants for fodder per year, but thanks to all that energy we repurposed from that dying god, we have corrupted millions
>Sure, most of those millions were corrupted with such brute force that they are now completely insane and aren’t good for much other than being mindless fleshlights both in this world and for the rest of eternity in the Warp, but I figure we have recruited enough genuinely likeminded souls that each Schlick regiment here could increase in size multiple times over, and there would still be enough left over for our allies to recruit all they wanted, and probably form dozens of new Schlick regiments and other Slaaneshi warbands to boot
>And Slaanesh definitely isn’t going to say no to a few million extra souls, even if they are just humans
>Unfortunately our luck is probably running out soon
>The siege has completely stalled for the past few days, and rumor has it that the bulk of the Imperial Space Marines and the “Heishou” are massing to break our siege
>Strange creatures these Heishou, mon-keigh “science” like polymorphine aren’t enough to account for their abilities, even Drukhari biotech would have a hard time replicating some of the things some of them can do, and there is a certain whiff of the Warp about them...
>Oh well, just one of many mysteries of this planet I probably won’t find the time to sort out
>I have seen the Heishou fight enough times to know they are a significant improvement on the other “elite” troops found on this planet, and with my allied Marines mostly busy with the Imperial Marines, I don’t have much to counter the Heishou other than raw numbers, daemon engines, daemons, and a few elite formations like the Deflowered and the Slaangor herds that form the core of the Twin Bulls

>>97705598
(2/3)
>Speaking of the Twin Bulls, they have been rather underwhelming lately
>They don’t have much going for them other than that, admittedly awesome, banner with a mutant spawn / warp receptacle attached to it that can open rifts in the Warp and generates a protective Warp barrier that protects our main force from orbital bombardment
>Zheng Sow seems to think I have some sort of secret plan, but I don’t have much of one really other than to loot as many souls, weapons, and tech from this planet as I can before the Imperials have another hissy fit and start throwing around more nukes
>Killing as many Marines and Heishou as possible is another goal, mostly because a lot of my allies are glory hounds seeking bragging rights, particularly the Marines, but also because it keeps most of the Imperial elite here guarding their precious city while a significant portion of my forces loot and corrupt elsewhere on the planet
>The closest thing I did that could be considered a secret plan is sneak a few daemonettes into the Forbidden City to track down Priscilla (who Analstasia is still obsessed with for some reason) as well as corrupt some inhabitants to cause a distraction
>No idea if that will work or not
>There is definitely something about the Forbidden City which seems to be partially blocking the corrupting energies of the Warp, but also a lot of the nobles, bureaucrats, and soldiers up there are already corrupt degenerates and lunatics even without our influence, with Xi Jingping and Phat Dong as prime examples
>Who knows, maybe if things go really well, they could corrupt a significant sized force within the Forbidden City, split the Imperial's attention, and then we can overwhelm them with sheer numbers and take the city
>I doubt my daemonettes will have that much luck though
>Oh well, it is the journey, not the end goal, which makes life interesting
>And the past week has certainly been interesting

>>97705623
(3/3)
>I lean back on my throne made from living flesh, and sip some tea as I admire my mount / daemonic siege engine as it fires endless streams and volleys of daemonic energy into the Imperial lines
>I call her the Tower of Former Virgins, and at this point she resembles a giant Defiler made up of thousands of legs, tentacles, and sexual organs of varying sizes
>Other than myself, the only permanent inhabitant is Bai Li, who is my new cat girl / personal slave, who I allow to remain barely sane, and always caught in between strong feelings of lust and fear
>I hear another airstrike approaching
>Luckily the Tower of Former Virgins generates its own field of unreality, which has thus far negated any Imperial bombardments
>To my surprise, the bombs penetrate deep, and the top platform of the Tower tilts alarmingly backward as at least one of her hind legs collapses
>Oh my poor baby!
>Don’t worry girl, even if you die here, you are made of daemonflesh now, so you will just reform back in the Warp, where you can rape and rampage as much as you want in Slaanesh’s Realm
>Getting you back into real space won’t be easy though, pity
>Also Bai Li seems to have fallen either off the Tower, or into one of the gaping holes that have appeared on the top platform, and is now within the Tower
>Either way I probably won’t see her again
>Minor pity, but no doubt some other mortal will catch my attention though
>It is tempting to join the melee and get some revenge, but the Tower of Former Virgins has become the most visible symbol of Slaanesh’s might on this world, and letting the mortals see her damaged like this just won’t do, so I go rally some daemonettes that are skilled at fleshshaping or daemon engine creation and see if we can do some repairs

>>97702342
>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader
>Indeed so, finding the temple in which they keep the holy artefacts isnt all that difficult
>As a matter of fact, they let us right in
>Being a rogue trader means you always get in
>They even give us a tour
>How kind, you wouldn't think there was a war at all
>Now let's see: one skull, a robe, and some book
>Not all that interesting, I have seen, and own more impressive relics
>But as the tour draws to it's close, we are finally alone
>No temple attendant in sight
>And the voidsmen will make certain it will remain that way
>The getaway motorcarraiges are also ready
>But, now, it is time to perform an act of burglary
"Produce the ancestral crowbar if you would please."
>I myself produce the ancestral skeleton key from my pocket
>No alarm system, this is going to be easy
>Melt the intial lock, pick the second, and crowbar is for later
>Now let's see what's inside
>Some porcelain, a piece of armour, a hairpin, a set of weapons, and some mechanized statue of a cat
>Meh, it's nicer than those three relics on display
>Have the bags procuded, one of the Chynaware, and one for the others
>After all
>What's mine is mine
>And what's yours
>Is also mine
>*Yoink*
>Now then, to get this stuff into orbit
>Then I will propably schedule a meeting with the local government
>Because I have to file a lot of complaints

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>be me
>Gobba da goon
>since da kaptin left, I'm da one left in charge
>wez stole a tank and hightailed it back to da hive where we crashed
>soz wez got a few more boyz now
>and dat means wez got plenty of loot
>which meanz wez got lots of dakka!
>though it still ain't enough
>but wez been gettin' all da goods ready for a right proppa fight with da humies
>coz, and I been thinkin'
>wez completely wrecked da humie hive
>which means they ain't got nothing 'ere they want
>which means dey won't be comin' over to fight us
>so dat means we gotta take da fight to them!
>so wez been doin' nothin' but buildin' da boosta-blasterz, boomdakka snazzwagons, warbikerz, and all da rest of that speed freaky stuff
>and wez just about ready to go
>wez just needs to pick where wez goin
>which is where dat tinka went
>coz hez the smart one and iz know he'll have a more cunningly brutal plan than I could ever come up with
>anyway, I better tell da boyz
>Boyz!
>dey all look up from deir wagons, trucks, and bikes
>wez goin' to WAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH

>be me
>mekboy tinka
>sweatin me dakka off as I put da finishin' touches to da bomb
>da big bomb
>da bomb buried beneath da humie hive they call, uh, nanjin, or somethin' like that
>pull out me antenna and press da yellow button
>da bomb turns green
>chuckle to meself as I start running away as quick as I can
>gonna be a big boom from dat one

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>>97702853
>>97704975
>>97705327
>>97705625
>Be Lord King Qiu
>Finally made it to the warzone
>Zhoubi sheds away his disguise and let's his arms free in order to cast his abilities
>Zilu and the rest of the Mao (hare) branch leap out to assist the melee entrenched Heishou
>The Mao are a mixture of both
>As I begin to unseal my staff I get a vox alert
>It's one Un Jong Kim, leader of Hive Chaoxian
>Very much a mad man like Xu Jingping was but lessened to an extent simply because he is not High Hierarch
>Still helpful to have more hands
"Greetings esteemed Kim, this is Kong Qiu. Be brief I'm about to assist the unified Heishou and Covenant of Fire"
>He talks of how he is here to help and that he is showing his daughter the strength of his Hive
>Fair enough, I don't necessarily agree with how he runs his Hive but it is technically a tradition to show your offspring the strength of what they inherit
>He best not make any insuinations I should marry his daughter though
>It would be a loveless marriage and I only ever held Zetian in my heart even if she became lost to Chaos
>As I converse I take note of the rage of the Slaangors and their towering defiler esque monstrosity
>This will be a hard fight back
>I'll have to order the Chen to unleash everything
>Being the only psyker branch of the Heishou they are created differently to the other branches
>Xu-225-Fu has not yet revealed to me how it is done but I am under the assumption unlike all other branches
>Becoming a Chen is a permeant transformation and more then likely involved some splicing of a high level psykers genes
>At least that's my best guess

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>>97706361
>>97700423
>>97699297
>be Simo
>wake up after diving into the rad sea to escape what i thought was a bombing of Tian’jin
>naturally i vomit my guts out, as radioactive water, corpse parts, a spare cargo truck plate, and a few things that i swear to the ancestors are wriggling and squealing about "rot fathers"
d10sanitydamage.rollfail
>i look around to see the rest of Saharduin squad
>or Piscean
whatever.whogivesashit
>vomit again as i look around to see war engines rumbling as every piece of scrap metal, gear, and anything that could vaguely be called a weapon has been "looted"
>thats not what scares me
>a horde of orks with nowhere to go
>whatever, city is already destroyed
>but i can overhear some ork "meks"
"dun know ow' da kaptain did it but dat stompa wasnt orky enough datz why it blew up"
"daz rioght"
"you dink we outta go see if we can loot sum of dem big canons it had? Gobba aint gonna miss few of dem speed freakz helping us out, not like he'z really da boss"
"daz rioght"
"i-iz dat all ya can say?"
"daz rioght"
"shad up"
>i use the vox bead to send an alert to the Emperor's Forsaken
>heres hoping the send their best
>or at least better than those two bumbling idiots Bilby saved from execution

>>97697487
Idk ask /40kg/

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>>97705254
>>97702524
>>97701872
>be Steve
>the tech priest
>and STC gps apparently
>Archmagos Armonk, holy is he, found the state of manufactorum 13 so horrible he had us set about repairing it while we waited for the metalica forces
>all the while muttering about who could maintain such horrible standards for a manufactorum and that they should be servitorized
>i dont know if i should mention that sort of happened or not given i worked here and what i did to the former now redacted "Magos Baoyuanfeng"
>i also worked to "incinerate" any "tainted matterials" (evidence of what i did to those sentinels)
>honestly this hasnt been that bad, reports are that there is a tech marine cohort deploying to offer us aid
>some sort of penance for the ommnissiah
>so thats extra bodies between me and the genestealers
>reports from across the battlefield are mixed
>the tau advance has stalled at hive Taipeng and Hive Kong thanks to the imperials being able to fortify some points and whatever horrors lie in Taipeng but this is turning into a stalemate when what the Lord General wanted was a major push against the remaining cult forces in Kong
>and reports are they just marched through Hive Nan'jing
>the entire hive went dark suddenly, after several mag trains left for Hive Bei'jing a few days ago during the whole "dam" incident
>hard to say whats thats about
>suddenly a Valkyire arrives and deposits the most miserable tech marine ive ever seen, and a squad armed with meltas
>kinda surprised they can offer up a squad given
>well
>isnt a major fight against the Cultists sieging the capital happening right now?
>not my Jokaeros not my circus

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>>97705879
>be Temple tour guide Joo Dee
>from Nan'jing
>the voice of ascension is closer now according to our most glorious, and blessed Holy Emperor Hong Xiuq
>originally we were to gather our forces under the forbidden city and attack once the time is right but some gweilo suddenly arrived and requested we take him around our most "expensive and easily transportable relics please"
"of course sir here is the skull, robe, and holy texts of the saint Jia Xichun"
>he looks extremely bored
>tour is a bust as he makes his excuses to the saintly relic attendants as he believes he is alone
>nobody is truly alone in the dark
>as much as i would love to have the blessed of Nan'jing tear him apart we have far more important duties
>the relics of the saint
>most holy blindingly bright light of the north sky, beloved by all, chosen of the fates, and honorable, brother of the jade emperor, totally passed that scholar test, wisest of the wise, kindest of the kind, star god child and perfect Holy Emperor Hong Xiuq wishes to have the relics when he calls the voices of ascension
>with his call and the call of the angel we shall see the star gods arrival far sooner thanks to the aid of most loyal and trustworthy He Jianku
>truly a blessed day
>if we can get this foreign devil to hurry up and leave that is so we can kill the rest of these guardians
>the purestrains are getting tired of clinging to the ceiling

>>97706983
>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader
>Anyway, we have our loot
>Bags over our shoulders, we head to the exit
No, no, no nothing to see here, just some chaps with uhhh, apples for the poor
>Come across the tour guide
>A weird one, that one
>Most locals sneer or give you dirty looks
>But not this one
>It's both endearing and suspicious
>But whatever, I'm in a good mood
>Stuff one of her pockets full with thrones
Here you go, lass, buy something nice, cheerio now!
>As I stuffed her pocket, something golden briefly lit up in her eye
>Nothing too suspicious I hope, though I should have brought a psyker come to think of it
>Bagged the loot, the cars drive off, and another *ahem* salvaging mission successful
>Drive off back to the landing post
>Load up the loot
>Now to go to the nexus of the government

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>>97706949
>>97705254
>be Ta'Shawn
>breath in
>breath out
>the forge fire burns but does not blaze
>i had intended to do this alone but Commander Axum'kaleb demanded i take the Melta unit to aid the hunt for the STC
>they were not as useful on the open battlefield he said
>i think he means to make me retain my position rather than peace posthumously
>he is a good brother
>it is why i cannot
>i still feel the weight of rage on me
>i do not know how the angry marines control it
>or if they do
>the fact they are not considered traitors means they must at least direct their fury away from civilians somehow
>i doubt id get any sort of response if i asked
>so this is my best attempt at atonement
>if i cannot control my fire it is better to harden my steel
>the melta unit arrives at what is frankly a horrible excuse for a manufactorum
>i had heard reports from Apothicary Aftse from the abhuman penal legion and manufactorum workers that this place had been used to create weapons for the arch enemy
>now all we need is the Metalica units to arrive and we will begin pushing into the genestealer hive
>hopefully before anything else goes wrong
>famous last words

>>97706983
>>97707030
>>97706564
>be temple attendant Lee Feng
>keeper of the holy relics of Saint Jia Xichun
>praise be to the return of Lord King Qiu
>bloodline of the saint
>he was kind enough to ensure the saintly relics were moved into the holy temple museum
>he even moved some of the priceless relics of the old kingdoms to the vault so they could be displayed proudly
>and with the extra protection from the Nan'jing guards the relics are in safe hands
>i have spent my time trying to understand what made them glow during the transformation and betray of Xi
>may his balls be dipped in boiling oil for eternity
>so far no luck there
>suddenly brother Jing falls with a panic'd gurgle
>horrors drop from above as the Nan'jing tour guides slice the necks of the guards closest to them with the same plastered smile on their faces
>even if they are shot they never stop smiling
>THEY ARE AFTER THE RELICS
>i counter a blade and fire my laspistol to buy myself time as i move up the stairs
>i know i will not survive this nor be able to stop them from taking the relics
>but there is one who can ensure whatever profane they have plan cannot come to pass
>i fight to the alarm as i throw myself against the button and hope it works unlike so much of what was built under Xi's rule
>my last sight being the blare of the red light and alarm as the enraged monsters descend on me
>i smile and fire to the last round, i may not have lived a full life but in the last moments i did not fail the saint nor my duty

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>>97706564
>>97707320
>Be Lord Kong Qiu
>Finished unsealing my power staff whilst awaiting Kim's response
>Then an alarm blares out, on my vox
>A special issue alarm only activated when there is a high risk to the bones of my ancestor Saint Jia Xichun
>In the museum established by several High Hierarchs before me as well as the funding of the Jia family itself
>Whilst there are many relics there the only truly valuable ones are the skull, robes and texts of Jia Xichun
>I have two tasks before me, secure my ancestors relics and this warfront
>Though, I have a solution
"Zhoubi head to the Jade Reliquarny of Saint Jia Xichun. I need you to stop whatever is happening to the relics of my ancestor"
"Very well my Lord, good luck with the charge"
>I don't watch Zhoubi as I go to join the marines and the Heishou


>Be Cryptek Zhoubi, last sentient and unafflicted Necron of the Samsara dynasty
>Under the orders of Kong Qiu I proceed to utilise a veil of Darkness
>In reality its more of a veil of green light
>I wont end up dead on within the museum but relatively close enough to where I can enter on foot
>Its not exactly a dolmen gate or to well known to me compared to my home tomb
>I really have to make sure that place is thoroughly cleaned up of any Flayed Ones
>It pains me knowing that some of my Kin survived when I was laying them to rest permanently
>Sucks even more knowing they then got themselves afflicted with the damn curse of The Flayer
>Regardless I arrive at the temple
>An impressive piece to be sure
>Must be even nicer without a blaring alarm
>Welp time to see what's inside as two of my hands grasp my staff whilst the third hand is free
>And so I walk in, not even putting on a tech priest disguise, the enemy would be the last to see me anyway if its an attack of some kind

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>>97702928
>>97702761
>be Mobi-1
>these Gue'la are skilled
>but they are not the only ace in the skies
>i bank down and roll through the streets as i fire on their leader
>one of my squad is lain low by their leader as i close in
>i snarl and launch the seeker missiles
>i have heard tales of these Yellow tailed Gue'la
>let us see if they are worth the legend they have spread to the skies
(im debaiting how grimderp it would be to have the tau build a "stonehenge offensive" style canon like an inverse of ace combat 4)

>>97705177

>be Felinid Lt. Tom aka "Big Daddy"
>be inside the Arms Plant with my platoon
>be fighting a bunch of cultists and warp tainted mutants held up inside some sort of offices
>we appear to be making progress
>then THEY... show up
>Daemons...
>they are alluring and they are grotesque
>alluring?
>no... Throne no...
>I shake such thoughts out of my head
>I refuse to even consider such creatures "alluring"
>give a short prayer to the God Emperor to shield my mind from such taint
"Holy Emperor, cleanse your faithful servant's mind of all that is unclean"
>one of the Daemonic fiends charges forward claws bared... and clacking
>I pump dozens of blasts from my Hot-Shot Lasrifle before it goes down
>sending "it" screaming back to the warp
>I turn to flametrooper Stacey
"Stacey torch that office with holy fire!"
>flame-trooper Stacey starts giggly like a merry Schola child as she brings her flammer to bear
>she pours cleansing fire into the office
>torching the Heretics, mutants, and daemons within its thin walls
>I wait with abated breath to see if that was enough to vanquish the daemons

>>97707433

I have an idea... just have to wait till I get back from work to night.

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>>97701823
>Be Captain Willard
>Its quiet, too quiet
>The Sentinels havent even found anything
>I am about to call it off when I notice it, a flicker
>A Stealth Suit about to take out Yan Qing
"STEALTH SUIT! TO THE LEFT OF YAN QING! LIGHT IT UP!"
>Like an oiled machine the M13 workers open fire with heavy bolters
>The stealth suit panics missing his shot on Yan Qing
>The same Yan Qing who pulls himself around and fires his flamer into it
>Another stealth suit emerges to try and kill Lei Heng but he grabs its weapon with his sentinels power claw and crushes it
>Hes about to finish it off when a ghostkeel emerges and fires into him over and over

>Be Wu Baoyu, driver of Tiankui
>Watch as Lei Heng is pelted by heavy fire power
>The sentinel is utterly destroyed as Lei Heng lets out several curses at his attacker
>A star has fallen today
>At the very least it did not explode meaning they'll be something to bury of Lei Heng
>I fire on the thing with my flamer as the smaller stealth suit falls back
>Huyan Zhou joins in as does some fire power from the fortress
>It disengages and disappears, need to retain high alert
>Firing off my flamer in the odd chance of catching the thing
>Huyan and Yan join in, seeing as Yan and my fellow workers obliterated that stealth suit that attempt to kill him
>Lei Heng will be avenged

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>>97707506
>>97706909
>be Bilby Bagend
>we hit a 9 on the shitshow meter
>nowhere near as bad as the battle at the dam, mind you
>chasing a magtrain armed with orks, a nuke, and gretchen while a greater daemon had a warp battle with a glowing fuzzy tail?
>one for the records, that is
>but i mean we just watched one of the sentinel get flipped by a ghostkeel
>fancy suit for a coward
>not that id say no if i had a giant power armored suit that can turn invisible
>honestly i wonder how hard it be to steal one of those...
>eh probably not worth the effort since the old "shoot first then shoot more later" commissar is just itching to remove us
>the arsehole
>anyways i suppose im just letting my mind wander as i kick my feet and wait for the prick to show himself
>not the first time ive had to fire off these oversized cargo carriers
>at least i wont go blind for a week staring through my scope while a nuke goes off
>...
>why did i just feel like i just jinx'd myself

>be pack master "Meat Shield"
>i have a minor heart attack as i watch one of the sentinels get destroyed then feel relief and guilt that i notice it wasnt Wu's
>i bite my inner cheek as i chide myself for flipping back and forth on this so much
>im a penal legionary, an abhuman, and more importantly im in command of the rest of the Emperor's Forsaken
>i can't keep acting like a flustered sororitas in the schola
>our duty is to claim the Bao'gang Plasteel Foundry
>the rest of the regiments are attempting to slowly siege the foundry to maintain the operational capacity
>sadly, im just a dumb beastman who the Emperor made to not know any better
>at least thats what i report when they question my tactical decisions
>like this time
>when hit the ramming speed and barrel into the metal shutters of the delivery doors like we're ork lootas
>best tactical genius since Creed, thats me

>>97707636
>disembark as the ogryns lay down covering fire on very confused and very alarmed cultists as the beastmen and nightsiders move up the gangways to cut off any ambushes as the cultists learn how quickly you lose close combat superiorty when your chest caves in with a horned headbutt or you get hunted by people who can see in the dark so much better than you can
>the longshanks and ratlings secure the entrance in case anyone else wants to join us scum in the nice safe cultist base filled with smoke, magma hot liquid metal, and rusty metal keeping you from falling into a painful melty death
>or if they rather stay out there with the invisible xenos with ion weapons
>hard choice but hey that's life in the guard right?

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>>97707433

music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YjmU93_oE7E

>be Imperial ace pilot Aquila-13
>my flight of 4 fighters, Aquila Squadron the "Yellow Tails", have engaged the Tau above Hive Kong
>I currently have a Tau fighter on my tail
>troublesome, so very troublesome
>my Thunderbolt's cogitator warns me of a radar lock
>followed by a missile launch warning
>pop chaff and flares.
>I bank left, hit the after burners and climb
>I have to get out from among the towers
>they are restricting my ability to maneuver
>I hit my vox
"Aquila Squadron, I have a Tau fighter on my six, requesting assistance!"
>Aquila-8 is busy helping Aquila-6 who found himself in similar predicament
>Aquila-11 is however able dive on the Tau ace tailing me
>the Tau ace impressively evades Aquila-11's attack
>hmmm...
>perhaps I have finally found a worthy opponent
>a swing around right
>I find one of the Tau Ace's wing men diving toward Aquila-11
"Aquila-11 break off you attack!"
>he dives and the Tau fighter follows
>this gives me a clean shot on
>I open with my auto-cannons and shred another Barracuda
>that is kill number 79...
>now... where is that Tau ace?

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>>97707681
>>97707433
>be Mobi-1
>the yellow tails are far from disappointing to their legend
>but im not going to make it easy for them
>i hit the maximum speed of 2,100kph as i dive through the smoke of one of my comrades to close in on the target he was following
>i pop both drones to confuse the leader's targeting systems as i open the unleash the drone controlled burst canons and the ion canon on the yellow tail taking out his engine and wing as i pull up
>no honor is killing a disarmed foe, especially when im losing allies left and right
>better to refocus on the fight
>some are able to deploy evac protocols but others are not
>we out number then but these yellow tails are making a mockery out of my caste
>that ends now
>The flames of hatred scorch the skies, it shall ignite this planet's funeral pyre

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>>97707506
>>97707636
>Be Wu Baoyu, driver of Tiankui
>Firing my flamer defending the convoy as they make it to the plasteel factory
>Thankfully we had the stealth units distracted
>I see a large impact thud against a building which Yan Qing capitalises on
>The large stealth suit is outlined by his flames
>Huyan Zhou opens fire as does emplaced weapons fire from M13
>The big stealth suit's field breaks from being overloaded and it leaps away
>It gets hit by a heavy bolter round and I seize upon it
>I grab its leg whilst its in the air with my claw
>Crushing down on it with hydraulic power and then slamming it down on the ground
>Yan Qing steps on its head and Huyan Zhou grabs its gun arm with his claw
>It struggles the pilot clearly panicking at being pinned by three sentinels
"STARS PULL IT APART!"
>I pull back tearing off the leg as Huyan Zhou rips off its gun arm
>The suit attempts to fire its top mounted guns into Yan Qing but he brings his foot up and stomps down on its head
>It doesnt break but it does make the suit shudder probably rattling the pilot
>He disengages with it and we all point our flamers
"FOR CHYNA SECONDUS! LONG LIVE MANUFACTORUM 13!"
>All three flamers enhanced with the Jiaoren acid at close contact burn into the crippled suit
>Melting its armour away and cooking the screaming pilot within
>When it stops thrashing about we cease firing
>Its almost a metallic soupy mess now
>I get on the vox
"Stealth suits and big stealth suit cleared, permission to carry onward to the plasteel facility"

>Be Captain Willard
>Wu wants permission to carry on
>Get on the vox with the Commissar
"Commissar this is Captain Willard, I've got three sentinels requesting to provide additional support for your penial regiment. Are we clear to engage in cooperative action?"
>I wait his response as I tell my troops to mount up in chimeras
>Hopefully Fort Wanli is safe from any additional Tau assaults

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>>97707819
>>97707636
>be Commissar dà húndàn
>and i am the Jade Emperor's strongest soldier
>these abhuman FREAKS deserve worse than they got
>honestly the few pleasures i got in this world was letting the Sweepers purge their tainted ranks every few weeks
>now they took that from me too
>if it wasnt for the fact so many troops spoke to their defense id have executed that bitch of a beastwoman who leads them
>the sow sisters at least let the regiment get properly slaughtered now and then
>as is their punishment for deviating from the human form
>watch from the back lines with the Lord General of the Cadians
>no use wasting a proper commissar with such scum on their suicide mission
>suddenly receive a vox
>"Commissar this is Captain Willard, I've got three sentinels requesting to provide additional support for your penial regiment. Are we clear to engage in cooperative action?"
>ah yes, the "inquisitor agent" who spoke on the grox cum dump's behalf
>i grin ear to ear
"denied, there are far more important troops for you to support besides those scum. Put them from your mind Captain. If you are unable to find ways to bring death to the Emperor's foes you might do better to request instructions from the Lord General"
>i disconnect as i turn back and smile to myself
>hopefully without support more of these damnable mutants will meet the end they deserve
>for the jade emperor of course

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>>97706909
>>97707636
>>97708027
>be Nyan
>its not hard to find people RUNNING from hive Tian'Jin
>but TOWARDS it?
>nah.
>so we took some creative liberties with our orders
>and took that fancy Pegasus Vehicle the commissar owns
>bought it so he could scream at us ta die faster without having ta walk wif us
>Oggie gets to sit ontop while i drive and blare all kind of offensive things out ta vox speakers
>oooooh wots dis?
>"battle jam mix"
>heh
>slam it in and hit the play button
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJNz2QgSNsk&t=1s
>i can almost imagine the red faced prick when he hears us tearing across the battlefield past Chang bridge and along the exit towards hive Tian'Jin
>had to scratch the paint a few times blasting forward through the barricades they set up but that was more to keep things out than keep people in
>ERE WE COME!

>>97707819
>>97708027
>Be Captain Willard
>Dont like the response from the commissar
>Denying the request but more insultingly, telling me to talk to a Cadian for orders
>Not a huge fan of Cadians, not racist just dont like them
>Wu isn't going to be happy with the result
"Acknowledged best of luck commissar"
>Disconnect and begin searching the other voxes for anything
>Marines and Heishou in Bei'jing
>Aeronautics up above Kong
>Don't have access to Mechanicus vox links
>There's a vox from Tian'Jin, an abhuman detachment requesting back up
>It'll have to do
>Connect to Wu
"Request denied, move to Hive Tian'jin. Double time"
>Wu is outraged
"What? Why?"
"Militarum bureaucracy, now we need to get going we got a signal from Tian'jin who knows what they're dealing with"
>I load up into the chimera and we begin to head out

>Be Wu Baoyu, driver of Tiankui
>I'm at a cross roads now
>Follow Willard's orders or follow my heart
>I decide on the later, if I am to be punished with death then I'd rather die with the woman I love
>I look over to Yan Qing and Huyan Zhou, muting my vox
"I'm going with the Emperor's Forsaken the choice is yours if you'll follow me or Willard"
>Huyan Zhou says nothing instead going to meet up with the chimera convoy
>Leaving me and Yan Qing behind
"Lead the way Baoyu"
>I smile as I pilot my sentinel to the plasteel facility followed along by Yan Qing
"Sorry Willard, you can court-martial me if we see each other again"
>Before he can speak up, I disconnect and continue my path
>Making sure to stay vigilant for stealth attacks from either Xenos or traitors

>>97707320
>>97707431
>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader
>I watch as the shuttle with my *salvage* takes off
>Now then, I need to only go to the Chyna Secundus tourism board
>Have the men shipped off, they won't be needed here
>One I'm done here, I would like to inspect the pylons with a closer eye
>The motorcarraige rolls through the street quite nicely
>As we take road there, I notice something
>That temple we robbed earlier doesn't seem so peaceful
>Even from afar, you can hear weird screeches
>Then a flash of green light comes and go on the square in front of the temple
>Zoom in with my binoculars
>Is it some kind of tech-priest?
>No wait, it's way to slender for that
>Wait a minute
>That's a bleedin Necron!
>That reminds me
>I should visit my trading partners over the border soon
>While I do adhere to the creed in matter in matters of chaos and other heresy, xenos are a different matter
>The manifold intricacies and privileges conferred upon one of my station necessitate a more... pragmatic mien in matters concerning our neighbours.
>One of which are the necrons
>There is a reason Starbound Sovereign is the finest ship there is
>And it has not the least connection to a boon I have exacted from a Necron Overlord, not in the least
>My luck just so happens that I send my men away, bollocks
>But we possess the finest armaments that coin can procure, don't we?
>Have the chaffeur make for the temple again
>I will help this Necron, after all, I have a most amicable disposition to them

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>>97708199
>>97708027
>>97707636
>be Bilby Bagend
>WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY GOING THE ENTERANCE IS RIGHT HERE!?!
>Luna the Nightstalker, our vox officer looks like she's about to throw up as she gives us the news
>oh
>OH
>OH THAT SACK OF SHITE
>HE'S GONE FROM PASSIVELY TRYING TO KILL US TO ACTIVELY
>reactions range from melancholy, murderous rage, to ol tried and true guardsman reaction to finding out command is slacks on head retarded. The ol' grunt and shrug
>get a lot of those from the ogryns
>as the rest of the ratlings debate our chances of getting that warrent of trade ready and giving commissar dickhead the "ork sniper" treatment we hear calls of incoming from the spotters
>WU!
>and one of the other ones!
>if meat shield doesnt kiss him i will
>we get them inside as we unload anything that puts the walkers at a disadvantage
>and if it happens to get repurposed elsewhere then thats just using the Emperor's gifts to their fullest
>better to be quick and angle in close quarters like this anyways
>Wu asks where the packmaster is
>"aye she went ahead to secure the junction and see if we can find where this tank depot is"
>honestly im starting to wonder if the tank depot was the friends we made along the way
>...
>...
>snap out of it, Bilby
>i take a swig from my flask
>ive been in the Forsaken too long, i need to start making thrones again or im gonna lose my mind

>>97708199
>>97708332
>Be Wu Baoyu, driver of Tiankui
>Me and Yan Qing make it to the facility
>Seems my friends made quite the entrance judging from a cargo truck sized hole in one of the doors
>They assist the two of us inside, we do what we can with our hydraulic claws even if theres only one on each sentinel
>I look to the ratling called Bilby, who is eyeing up some of the materials
"Seen where the pack master is? Im determined to fight alongside her even if I risk death myself"
>See a smirk on her face, the good kind thankfully
>"aye she went ahead to secure the junction and see if we can find where this tank depot is"
"Understood, Yan let's move"
>And with that me and Yan head in deeper, flamers and claws ready to throw down against the heretics
>Dont worry, I'm on my way Pack Master

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>>97707431
>>97708295
>Be Cryptek Zhoubi
>As I enter the Temple I note the sounds of human and genestealer screaming
>Ah so thats how it is then?
>I stride forward and I fire a bolt of Arcane science at the shadows
>Disintegrating one of the disgusting bug human freaks
>This pisses his friends off as they come right for me
>Too easy
>Send loose a few swarms of scarab onto them and utilise more of my sciences to toy with these abominable excuses the hive mind came up with
>As well as of course utilising my disciplines I strike with my spear
>Smacking them in their bulbous heads or impaling them on the end of my spear and watching them crumble
>I will admit, this is fun
>Well except for the constant screaming from these bugs
>Regardless, got to stay focused
>I have some relics to keep safe for Kong Qiu
>I do wonder if he'll keep his word and let the Marines kill me, have me stay in his court in a permanent disguise or just send me back to the ruined tomb
>Possiblities are endless with Lord Kong
>I remember the day we met
>A lonely world named Flander's Planes
>I was meditating on what paths laid before me
>To sell my services to another Pharon or to end my existence so I could be with those in my dynasty again
>I was thinking like that because I could not find the answer of how to find true peace with myself
>Then came along Kong Qiu, a man trying to find the meaning of how to lead and the musings of his Emperor
>I could have destroyed him but I guess I wanted company even if it was from a human
>So we debated long into the many days and nights
>I came to somewhat respect the man, it had been a while since I was in an insightful discussion
>Once we had finished he asked me to join him on his search for truth
>So I joined, even if such would mark him a heretic
>I guess in a way journeying with him would lead to me also finding answers
>A way to achieve inner peace, free from all burdens
>Acknowledging what happens, but never being burdened mentally by it

>>97707438
>>97705177
>>97702706
>be Tiny Tam
>i smell a change in the air
hello again, little one
>oh thats an interesting spot on the wall all of a sudden
ignoring me isnt going to make me go away
>the smell is weird
>it smells like flowers, mixed with meat, oil, and the after taste of burning rubbing alcohol shoved up your nose
>chaos
>i look around and im in some sort of tea house the flickers between reality and someplace in the warp
>joy
arnt you thirsty? arnt you hungry?
>i try to tap into the same power i used on the bridge and at candlemass but its not working
>im too
tired?
>shut...
>no, dont even react just pick yourself up Tamera
>nobody is coming to save you

>be Lil Tom
>as far as things go you'd think having spent so long on Nordica II id recognize when things arnt about to go wrong
>you'd think but as my leg shows im not quick to land on my feet
>ironic i know
>the first moment i noticed something was wrong was smelling something weird on the air
>then i got more more obvious hint when the vox operator we were left with started having convulsions
>now im taking this next part to the grave if anyone asked
>but i saw that weird glowing tattoo on her stomach and just started firing
>i guess it worked?
>she stopped moving
>gee, Commisar Tammy is going to be real disappointed her selected trooper for this mission was tainted by chaos
>thats embarrassing for a Commissar as pure as she is
>look around
>tam is wandering around in a daze as sounds of combat get closer
>frakking hell
>i sling the vox on and chase after her as i grab a extra grenades from one of the boxes in the locker room
>dont know what TH-3 means but it's gotta do something
>part of me wants to just ask Tam to handle this warp stuff
>i crush that part of me hard, i spent most of this deployment in bed while she suffered
>im not letting her put herself at risk again
>not just because she's my cousin
>but because im her superior officer damn it!
AND NO OTHER REASON

>>97708532
>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader
>The motorcarraige finally makes it way down to the square
>Reckless driving wouldn't do any of us any good, now would it?
>Flashes and bolts of green light keep being shot at as we come closer
>Ordinarily, I would have waited for my chauffeur to open my door for me, but alas, this is a warzone
>The Necron, whom I ascertain to be what would be called a cryptek amogst their hierarchy, doesn't pay much attention to us
>Even if we are right in front of him, which is a bit frustrating
>And I not about to open fire
>Not yet at least
>After all, war both good and bad for business
>And a little bit of xenophilia fills the coffers nicely
>But I know how to get both his attention, and to mark me as at least a neutral party
>I push aside my collar, grabbing the amulet I keep as close to my heart as I do the aquila
>It bears a Necron glyph, marking its wearer as a foreign emissary, or a trader of independent accord
>Which is exaclty what I am, in a way
>I now wear it on a as prominent spot as possible
>As I begin my introduction
"A good day to you, most venerable and ancient cryptek, I am the Rogue Trader Lord Peregrine Ponsonby-Bannerman, I would like to know the name of you, who art so deft on the field of battle."

>>97706564
>be Un Jong Kim
>Kong Qiu was courteous and graciously accepted my offer to help
>A truly diplomatic leader, though a bit naive
>Much too youthful for the leader of a planet, I much preferred dealing with Xi Jinping
>Now that was someone who understood how to run a state
>He ruled through absolute, unquestioned authority, and killed, ahem, arrested for corruption anyone who dared question otherwise
>Such a shame the reports that he was killed in the recent conflict
>Oh well. I guess that means I have to show little Kong how it's done
>Summon my generals to the conference room
>Tell them that we will be sending the army to aid Kong Qiu and his Heishou
>The entire army
>They grow pale and say that we have never done it before
>And the losses to the population...
>I slam my fist on the table and they grow silent
>In battle, the most important thing is to outnumber your enemy
>This is what our chynese friends do not understand
>They worry about protecting their civilians, and waste their time with maintaining production schedules and other nonsense
>When there is no better solution than making every citizen a soldier
>And the best soldiers are those who are utterly loyal
>This is why my father il Jong Kim turned the entire population of the hive into servitors
>This is why we are Best Joseon
>I smile and all my generals smile and we all happily agree on the plan
>Say goodbye to Ae Ju and board my shuttle
>because the servitor-army of Chaoxian will perform even better when they know their Glorious Leader is watching over them
>To Hive Kong!

>>97706564
>>97708859
>>97704975
>>97701931
>>97705598
>be 3rd Company Commander Axum'Kaleb
>in the midst of battle i spot her
>that slaangor who attacked me with the felinid lieutenant
>i watched her die
>yet here she is
>clearly she believes her false gods and their commanders will save her
>clearly she is unused to the works of the arch enemy as i am
>anyone with half a mind about sieges would realize that this is a lost cause
>they are focused on claiming souls from the population of the inner walls and thats it
>a feat i have been annoyingly unable to stop as much as i wished given the state of my forces
>i have been forced more and more to rely on the ever ready to aid Kong Qiu
>a technological heretic and xenos consorter
>the shame of it
>yet i cannot help what has happened only what i can yet change
>the loss of the pylons have allowed greater daemon portals to form over the battlefield yet the loss of the relics mean much of their corrupting power has been lost
>so its force vs numbers
>a gambit the space marines were created for
>i raise my thunder hammer in challenge as this time she does not have the advantage of being able to let her hordes wear me down
>i swing the hammer cracking bones of one slaangor after another as i snarl in rage as i close in
>reports are that there were two Slaangor leaders
>one well versed in close combat the other in ranged
>it appears this one is versed in range
>and i am rapidly approaching her location
CRACK
>i feel bones snap as i bring the wrath of the relic hammer "fire of knowledge" onto her midsection and send her crashing through her own forces
>as i raise my melta gauntlet to finish her off i get reports
>servitors
>lots of servitors
>more than the entire horde of the Sweepers are deploying on mass from a series of lesser known hives outside of the main cluster that made of the interconnected hives of Chyna
>i had assumed it was abandoned or in ruins given when we approached from orbit it was completely dark

>>97707284
>>97706949
>>97705254
>>97702524
>Be Archmagos Armonk of Holy Mars
>Currently fixing up the manufactorum to the best of my abilities
>I'm an Archmagos, not a-
>Well, I am a tech-priest, but I haven't done any actual menial work since I was an engineer
>I usually leave that to the servitors
>Oh well, it brings me back, and it needs to be done
>We're going to need to turn this place into an actual production line for inevitable losses and repairs
>And I still need to search that tech-priest Steve's memory banks for data on Baoyuanfeng's seeker program
>He may be a heretek, but that's never stopped us before
>But I'll leave that til after we've recovered the artifact, I don't want to damage the STC
>Though if it remembers how to make them, we have plenty of week old corpses lying around here
>As I finish building a de-rad chamber space marine reinforcements arrive
>Excellent, those meltas will be very-
>A tech marine!
>Finally, someone who is even close to being my intellectual equal!
>Still an ignorant, barbaric, pleb, but he beats the rest of this crowd!
>Go over to introduce myself when I notice the condition of his armour
"What have you been doing? When was the last time you cleaned your armour? Look at the rust! You're even missing the quaero-drive module! Are you really a tech-marine? Which idiot taught you?"
>Beckon the tech priest over so he can also get a look at the dire condition of this trainee

>>97708616

>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy"
>be inside the Arms Plant with the rest of the platoon
>and Stacey just torched an office filled with Heretics, mutants, and daemons
>I wait for the warp tainted scum to make their next move
>I wait with my Hot-shot Lasrifle pointed at the door way
>but none come forward
>I order one of my Felinid Guardsmen squads to move up on the burnt-out office
>CAREFULY
>nothing
>they give the "all clear" signal and the rest of us move up
>any survivors have either retreated or perished in the brief but intense blaze
>and the office is completely torched, everything burnt to a crisp
>cogitators, documents, corpses
>shame, I would have liked to gather intel, but I do NOT take chances when daemons are involved
>I find the body of high-ranking traitor PDF officer, face down by the door
>I turn it over with my boot
>I data-slate, an intact one that
>hmmm, perhaps I spoke too soon
>pick it up and power it on
>there are three entries on it
++Arms Sale++
++Our Deal++
++/data corrupted/++
>open the first
>turns out one of the local cults was selling weapons off world to fund their operations
>that explains the shipping labels in warehouse
>the next is a message
>oh damn...
>oh Throne
>these heretics had help from off world to start this uprising

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>>97709550
>>97709554

>the "help" in question also appeared to want control of this world production out-put in exchange
>Kinda explains how incompetent this world's leaders have been
>that and why there are SOO MANY fucking slaaneshi heretic cults here!
>look at the last entry...
>much of the data has been corrupted
>just a set of coordinates to the east in the great rad-sea
>a bare bones description of it being some old ass Archeotech
>a bunch of missile silos
>a few schematics
>pic related
>and a name:
++ORBITAL DEFENSE STATION: MEGALITH++
>Holy Terra... I need to get this to somebody important like a General or Inquisitor...
>I know
>Lord Axum... he, if anybody, will listen to me!
>up one of the Platoon sergeants in temporary command and head back to where I left Tam and my nephew
>run into Lil Tom and Tiny Tam in tow
>being chased by a corrupted guardswoman
>put that bitch down with extreme prejudice
>look to Lil Tom carry the vox caster
"I need you to patch me in to Lord Axum's vox line right now! I have very important intel to give him!"

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>>97708979
>>97709550
>>97708616
>>97708974
>>97702524
>be 3rd Company Commander Axum'Kaleb
>spend a few moments seeing what appears to be a literal tide of servitors flooding out from the wastes
>unlike the Sweepers these appear to be
>rather cheap
>several of the ones in front have issues with their motor functions and are crushed under the relentless charge of their kin
>several brothers request permission to open fire after bad experiences with the Sweepers
>and just general concerns of a repeat of the last few days of the siege
>i decide to pass that request to Qiu when i receive a vox alert
>ah its from the Lieutenant
>what.
>what the fuck?
>everything fades away as i look up at the sky in sheer confusion
>where the fuck?
>who the fuck?
>calm the fire
>remember the path of Vulkan
>i issue a general halt to the assault, aid the Heishou
>and the servitors if you must
>i need to speak with Kong Qiu
>NOW

>be Ta'Shawn
>"What have you been doing? When was the last time you cleaned your armour? Look at the rust! You're even missing the quaero-drive module! Are you really a tech-marine? Which idiot taught you?"
>rude
>but not unwarranted
"i was trained by Belisarius Cawl in standard upkeep of primaris marine armor. I have forgone much of my proper armor and arms of my station for penance, should i prove worthy i shall beseech the machine spirits for forgiveness"
>the tech priest seems rather
>nervious
>the arch magos on the other hand seems perfectly content to lecture me a while longer until an alert is sent to my auspex
>thats...
>wow
>thats not good
>i go stone face as i debate informing the Archmagos when the Metalica deligation arrives
>two tech priest factions
>archotech
>possible black legion assault unless im mistaking the markings on that dataslate
>im not an inquisitor but ive fought them before, none wear the 8 pointed star of chaos as proudly as they do
>i can feel the pang of responsibility on me like a iron cloak
>Vulkan give me strength

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>>97709550
>>97708616
>>97705177
>be Madam Mim Daji
>that
>did not go according to plan
>as we ready to charge out the office and take our pick of prey a bitch carrying a heavy flamer melted my sisters
>one thing they dont tell you about being a daemonette is you dont have much defense
>like at all
>so a rather embrassing trip back to the pink lotus lake later and we're back to square one
>well not quite
>there was that rogue trader
>and i believe a few of his naughtier troops are enjoying a cup in the hold in his ship
>as my sisters, ego brusised and now hungry for some sadistic brooding by finding toys to play with slowly, ready for a second round
>i take note of what has occurred
>the "alliance" of the 6 cults was centered around fulfilling our bargain
>well lets say 5, daemons rarely bargain fairly with anyone, hence our little incursion into the weapons foundry to try and boost our "tea" sales
>now there are two large things approaching the planet through the seas of the warp i can make out
>one is a shadow and rather hungry
>the other?
>well lets just say it MIGHT benefit us to let the rogue trader hold onto a few boxes of our pink lotus tea in secret in case we are no longer allowed to partake in this sector's slaughter after failure to "meet contract" standard
>i have no wish to be used as fuel anytime soon

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>>97705503
>>97703799
>>97708979
>>97709638
>be Biophagus He Jianku
>i can feel it
>thankfully using the same procedures that the fools of mars use to vault their emotions i "vaulted" the gift the magus granted me
>so as there a sudden rapturous surge through the hive as what i can only assume is a hive fleet coming to consume us from a few light years away
>i can also tell its not from leviathan
>part of me is curious if the same mental manipulations that lead cultists to completely surrender the hive mind work against different tendrils of the tyranid species
>the larger part of my mind screams to make our exit before the planet is consumed
>the surge of mental pressure from the "magus patriarch" Hong Xiuq is so heavy i have to manually keep upright and breath let alone make my excuses to retreat
>cheers, howling, and blind weeping of devotion all form a deafening sound that i find myself hardly falling into
>every action to keep myself from simply joining the merging call is like forcing myself to manually control my very atoms
>thankfully, the tau decide to remind us all they are here as they suddenly find the "subtle" game we were playing before is now over
>a verminous tide of cultists, my creations, infiltrators, aberrants, and everything the cult commands charges forward eager to meet the coming end that was promised to them
>i lean on my staff for support as i can feel the eyes of the Emperor's Brother on me
"it would be beneficial to have you remain here....by my side until we are sure the ascension is at hand, doctor...but i know you wish to see your creations at work"
>"a-ah yes...thank you, your holiness"
>i bow deeper than i normally do as i walk on shaking legs that slowly right themselves the further i get
>i dont know how close the hive fleet is but time is running out
>i make a beeline for the lab as soon as i feel fulling in control of my faculties
>time to secure my STC copy i stole from those cultist fools and leave this planet for good

>>97707758

>be Imperial ace pilot Aquila-13
>my "Yellow Tails" have engaged Tau Barracudas in Hive Kong
>I have just taken my 78th kill
>I am also about to begin my hunt of their ace
>that barely lasts a second has dives on Aquila-11 at top speed
>I try to warn him...
"Aquila-11 he is on you! Turn hard!"
>he does not react in time
>the Tau ace's plasma weapons make contact with his Thunderbolt
>his engine explodes and belches flames
>I hear him over the vox...
"This is Aquila-11! I lost engine power! Ejecting!"
>I am relieved to Aquila-11 eject from his stricken fighter
>I am thankful to the God Emperor that I have not lost him as I did Aquila-4
>I see the Tau ace begin to turn
>I throttle my engines into maximum burn to close the distance
>we come head on
>I fire my auto-cannons and fires his plasma weapons
>we both miss and pass one another
>I circle around
>I he is faster and slides in on my six...
>In response I use and old Terran trick... the "Cobra Maneuver"
>I hit the air brakes and abruptly raise my Thunderbolt's nose vertically
>the Tau ace overshoots and passes me
>I small my nose back down and hit the throttle
>I line up a shot and open fire with the last of my auto-cannon shells
>do the hit their mark?

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>>97709709
>>97707758
(could it end without this?): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZBoiW460nU&t=2s
>be Mobi-1
>i dance with the leader of the yellow tails
>he is excellent
>if he joined the greater good id recon he be better than most of the Air Caste easily
>and if he was granted a vehicle that could match his skill instead of the burned out relics the imperium gives them?
>who knows how far their legend could spread
>these thoughts go through my head as my Baracuda uses the last of its decoy launchers to avoid being torn to pieces by the auto-canon rounds her fires
>so close, too close
>one second later and id be dead
>as i turn and we stare each other down, sudden warnings fill my systems
>ALL PILOTS RETURN TO THE FORWARD BASE, THE GUE'LA Y'HE'MOKUSHI ARE SWARMING, THE BASE IS UNDER ATTACK
>all ships pull back at one as i turn and stare at the leader of the yellow tails
>i send a message as we part
"til next time we meet, Gue'la....Y'eldi"
>in my tongue it means winged one
>reserved for the greatest of pilots
>the next time we meet
>we will see which is greatest
"Amidst the blue skies, a link from past to future. The sheltering wings of the protector..."
>a poem my sister Sha'mu once wrote me
>i see now it can stand for more than just the air caste
>there is a great honor to this pilot
>i shall treasure our meeting even when i end him next time we meet
>on this or another battlefield

>>97709751

>be Imperial ace pilot Aquila-13
>my squadron, the "Yellow Tails" is engaged wilt the Tau above Hive Kong
>I am on the tail of their ace pilot...
>and I just missed him
>that was the last of my auto-cannon shells
>all I have left are my las-cannons
>he turns around and passes me
>I can see him, we stare one another for the briefest of moments
>I attempt to turn and get on his six... but guns it at full speed
>as I watch him regroup with his squadron, I hear him on my vox channel
"til next time we meet, Gue'la....Y'eldi"
>that last part... though from the mouth of a xeno... I can't help but hear a degree of respect in it
>I watch their formation leave
>I believe I have finally found him... the one who will truly test my skill as pilot
>I must say... it was... a true fight against him
>my vox link comes to life again... it's Aquila-6
"Should we peruse them sir?"
>I decline the idea; we are low on ammo and down one man
"No... Aquila Squadron... return to base"
>Aquila-8, 6 and I return to the Aeronautica base
>fighting has drawn close... but not enough to be a concern
>our crew chief chew me out after I disembark
>turns out I burnt out my engines in that last bout of combat, the enginseers will need to replace them both
>I return to the Porto-Habs being used as our barracks
>I pick up my guitar and play a few tunes to relax
>either until my Thunderhawk is fixed or the Imperial Guard bring back Aquila-11, whichever comes first

Aquila-13's favorite song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JsUdZnbLYkM

>>97708616
>>97709550
>>97709667
>Be Schlick Captain Vivian, Quartermaster/Arms Smuggler
>Back on Happy Ending I had a reputation for being the “good” sister in my otherwise wealthy but dysfunctional family
>But good is boring, so I picked up a few hobbies like smuggling drugs that were illegal even by Pleasure World standards, and diverting PDF weapons to the wrong people, some of whom ended up being Slaanesh cultists, who I then joined
>I was invited along to this merry little jaunt to this polluted shitehole of a world to assess opportunities to smuggle weapons out, or perhaps in as well, but then a war started thanks to the abundance of harnessable Warp energy it contains, and now my goal is to grab as much valuable weaponry as possible and ship it either to the front lines or off-world
>I lead a convoy of cargo-8s and other industrial vehicles to Arms Plant N0-R1N-C0 to grab as many weapons as I can from there, only to find out that one of the local cults, the “Pink Lotuses” still controls it and aren’t happy with the attention we bring with us, nor the fact we are here to steal from their stockpile
>An argument breaks out, but then the Imperials show up, and we grudgingly joined forces
>The troops I have with me aren’t exactly top quality, mostly people we kidnapped from Happy Ending and local PDF the daemonettes corrupted, but when combined with the mutants and cultists of the Pink Lotus at least we have some significant numbers
>Unfortunately, our opponents are a mix of local PDF, felinids, and Cadians, the later two are of course quite elite
>You know what, fuck this
>I grab a few long-time Schlick members and we fall back to the partially loaded trucks and get the hell out of here
>It is only afterwards that I wonder whether I should have grabbed my siblings Victor and Violet
>Meh, neither of them are particularly valuable to my plans, they will either escape or they won’t

>>97707431
>>97708859
>>97709638
>Be Lord Kong Qiu
>Smacking and crushing the heads of heretics with my power staff
>I get a response from Kim
>Back up is on the way
>Deploying are the army of Cháoxiăn
>A complete battle servitor army
>I am appalled at such a sight
>That has to be nearly the entire population of Cháoxiăn right there
>They are cheaply made and certainly no Sweepers that's for sure
>But I bite my tongue, I'll have to deal with Kim later if I am elevated to High Hierarch
>My position is most likely secured but politics are a difficult bunch
>Marine bolter fire seems to die down but we were breaking this siege anyway
>Still though could do with marine support
>See Commander Axum turn his head towards me
>Just as I smack a heretic
>I start up a secure line
"What is wrong Lord Axum?"

>>97708532
>>97708777
>Be Cryptek Zhoubi
>As I'm finishing off the Genestealers coming for me a well dressed Imperial calls for me
>He is bearing a mark of a diplomat
>Hmm wonder who gave him that
>"A good day to you, most venerable and ancient cryptek, I am the Rogue Trader Lord Peregrine Ponsonby-Bannerman, I would like to know the name of you, who art so deft on the field of battle."
>Hmm, a sly tongue on that one
>Trying to butter me up, but I'll play along
"Well Lord Peregrine, I am the Cryptek known as Zhoubi last of the dynasty on this world known to my kind as Samsāra. Tell me, how much do you like killing genestealers?"
>Just as I finish another wave pop out supported by fire arms bearing cultists
>Those must be acolytes
>I would be grinning ear to ear if I still possessed my flesh