Last Thread:https://desuarchive.org/tg/thread/97697487/The 1d6Chan:https://1d6chan.miraheze.org/wiki/The_Battle_of_Chyna_SecundusGiven that both the 1d6chan page and end of Thread 3 imply that the Tyranids were eliminated (if I'm wrong... admonish me)That said... this thread will be a more traditional epilogue with some planning for next thread...Now then... lets wrap up Chyna Secundus anons...>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">I can't help but think of the absurdity of the past week>the war for this polluted grox-shit pit of a planet is over... mostly>still a couple stragglers here and there, but they won't last long>the sieges of both Hive Kong and Hive Bei'jing have been won, and the few surviving heretics routed into the wastes>Hive Nan'jing... is just frakking gone... no survivors have been found>Hive Taiping has been liberated, at least the parts that the Ad Mech haven't flattened from orbit>rumor has it that the Gene-steeler Magus has been found dead, from mercury poisoning of all things>Hive Tian'jin has liberated from ork occupation... though heavily damaged >the orks have surprisingly fled>but unsurprisingly they took countless civilians with them as slaves >though half of the planet's population has been killed in this war, high command has still declared a "Victory">not much of victory if you ask me...>but then again... the nobles have declared an entire week of Celebrations, Feasts, and Festivities >also word has one of the local lords is being put on trial by the Covenant of Fire>as for me and the rest of the Felinid Winter Guard?>not a whole lot>just providing security and packing up our heavy equipment>we have not yet received our next deployment orders...
>Be me Captain John Willard>33rd Athonian Tunnel Rat and reinstated operative for the Inquisitions MACI-SOG programme>I've had to clear several things up with my wife and children >It was a surprise for Charlie and Rebecca to hear about their father being an Inquisitorial agent>Claire and I made up over the course of the week >At least when I got back from getting Tian'jin back under our control>I am currently standing in the trial room of one Kong Qiu>Set to watch what goes down and because I'm meeting up with one of the two Lord Inquisitors who sent the MACI-SOG reactivation message>Believe his name is Ayin as apparently Vortigern is dealing with a situation on Sevastopol >The room is full of nobles, mechanicus members and marines>Standing on guard are the entire Heishou Packs>Apparently there was some controversy mainly as Kong Qiu was able to publish a memoir >Apparently its about his beliefs on how one should conduct themselves for the people and The Emperor>Called it Confucianism >Yet to read it but if this goes poorly for him it'll get denounced as heretical material>Welp unfortunately I cant smoke so hope this wraps up quickly >A man in a white coat sits next to me>Inquisitorial rosette hanging from his neck"I do hope this Kong Qiu can be found innocent. Chyna Secondus could do with a leader who isnt susceptible to malignant thoughts">He turns and looks at me with a smirk"Well whatever happens. Im probably going to have to move myself and my family arent I. Sir">He smirks and turns back to await the arrival
>Be Kong Qiu>I am awaiting to be taken into the court room>Held in the Red Chamber>Everyone in the nobility will be there to see a descendant of Saint Jia Xichun defend himself >I look down at my hands>They tremble>I clench them tight to calm myself >I have seen worse and known worse>Jade Emperor>Jia Xichun>Please guide me through this>And if I am to be condemned?>Then so be it>I just hope for the sake of Chyna Secondus someone will answer the question >What does Chyna Secondus need?>I hear the sounds of footsteps>The Palace guards have come for me>So I comply and take my steps>To enter the Red Chamber and be judged before the Angels of Death and my peers>I see Zhoubi standing close to the stand where I shall be put >Garbed in Mechanicus robes>I guess he wants the reveal to be dramatic >Even if said reveal will be a point in the Marines case against me
>be Axum>commander of the 3rd company of the Covenant of Fire>i look to the ruined thunder hammer "fire of knowledge">once it had been wielded by a member of Vulkan's Draaksward, Barek Zytos during his time in the forge >i am told he gave his life to save the Primarch during the heresy >the heresy >so many of my brothers that i was meant to join, before Cawl took me, died during that time >one could argue more than any other chapter that was loyal >including my oath brother during recruitment Kaleb>more than once i would have failed if he had no intervened >betrayed and killed during the dropsite massacre >i think often of him >it is why i took his name when i took command >to honor a warrior who never failed his brothers >i must judge a good man today >if i find him guilty he will die by my hand >quickly, and with all the honors i can allow him >if i find him innocent he will bare the duty of restoring this world and the trillions of souls on it no matter the cost >if he fails it will be by my hand that their lives are lost and not just them, this manufactorum world provides weapons, arms, and resources to a thousand battlefronts that will suffer if the wrong High Hierarch is elected >i take up the half of the thunder hammer >and begin to walk>the trial is not if Lord Kong Qiu is a good lord>he is. Even i must admit so. He did not abandon this world during the chaos incursions nor the threat of the hive fleet (which even now is being battled against by the forces stationed here until the archeotech weapon is deactivated, even the smaller ships can provide a dangerous threat if left unattended)>but this goes beyond mere morality or consorting with xenos >as i said this manufactorum world provides war supplies to the entire sector>if the wrong high hierarch is elected the world will downward spiral>and i have a grim feeling harder times are ahead than even all that we have endured >Lord Galmon is not done with this sector 1/3
>>97781457>supplies and arms will be needed greater than ever >Chyna must flow its tithe and then some>and so i must ensure that the Lord Kong Qiu is that man or remove him before his image keeps that hierarch from rising>there are three points to the trial that must be decided, not just by me but by an elected council of reputable leaders not from this world>though ultimately i will be the final say on each given this trial was my choice during his initial arrival 1.the fate of the necron who travels with Lord Kong Qiu and if Lord Kong Qiu is under the effect of mind scarabs2.the abandonment of duty that Lord Kong Qiu committed in his youth to go "exploring the Jade Emperor's domain and if Xi's rise to power and its disastrous effects is a result of that choice as well as what Lord Kong Qiu intends to do to rebuild Chyna Secundus and if that interferes with the needed resources that will be sent off world 3.the techno-heresy of the Heishou PDF and the Sweeper Servitors >the third is more a result of the visiting Archmagos Armonk who is rather annoyed that i had to pull him away from the search for the STC in the half bombed Hive Taipeng (i had to promise Apothicary Aftse as well as other forces to search the hive since Forgemaster Ta'Shawn is busy with the megalith weapon) >even with the death of the Magus the STC has yet to be uncovered >the leader of the metalica forces are also on the council as well as the Lord General of the Cadians, and Rogue Trader Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman>also representing the inquisition is the last of the grey knight contingent Master Roshi Oda Toriko Akirama>sadly he was the best i could find and i have serious doubts if the grey knights are legitimate since my encounter with the old one during the final battle at the megalith >but the Lord General DEMANDED one so i was forced to make due>so the stage is set 2/3
>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">be back at Fort Wanli>got back from the Megalith facility yesterday>currently supervising my platoon>they are packing away our heavier equipment into large transport containers>already caught a ratling trying to yoink one of the flammers>just one glare at the little-shit sent him running>considered telling Lord Commissar Kate about it, but decided to keep it to my self>I'm in no mood to deal with the sort of paperwork that goes with a summary execution or flogging>especially when we are this close to leaving Chyna Secundus>that said I'm not just sitting around letting my troopers do all the work>I help Tiny Tam and my nephew remove the fuses from our grenades before repacking them into their respective crates>its far from exciting>However... the break from any further fighting is nice>Emperor knows that both Tiny Tam and I need it>I decide that once we are finished packing away these grenades i'm gonna ask the Lord Commissar for some leave>there is supposed to be a fire-work show later tonight>I want to take Tiny Tam and Lil' Tom to see them later>also I figure it would be a good idea to check out one of the nicer marketplaces>maybe even bring them to nice restaurant, the kind that does not serve corpse-Strach>really want those poor kids to have some fun for once
>>97781468>>97781424>i spare each of the council a nod and one to Lord Qiu himself before i sit in the so called "Red Chamber">a location where all the Hierarchs and nobles arrive to discuss serious matters>i had debated if the trial should be held privately but it is good to let the lords of this world see the judgement of the imperium>if he is innocent than they will all see his candidacy during whatever elections are held to determine High Hierarch status is a result of the Imperium's final assessment >if he is guilty they will see the Emperor's judgement is carried out regardless of status or achievement >i remove my helmet as a sign of respect and raise my hand >given the state of the world a few members of the council elected to appear as holo-vids as not to lost progress on their various progress >still i insisted that those on the council make an effort to halt any activities not related to the trial >we will see if that works or not since i know the mechanicus are rather adept at bending the rules to that which they find tedious but id hoped the idea of discussing the possible tech heresy and archeotech would be enough to hold their attention>i take a breath and let the air hang for a moment as the Red Chamber and its attending nobles go quiet "let the trial of Lord Kong Qiu begin, Does the accused have an opening statement he wishes to present before this council?" 3/3lets finish strong, already excited thinking about next planet
>>97781476oh I have something in mind... the covenant of fire will love it...
>>97781469>be Tiny Tam>so thats it huh?>first campaign off world >lets review >i got kidnapped by a beastman cultist leader>had a breakdown >used my stupid psyker powers to corrupt an entire planet's worth of servitors (nobody told me, but i figured it out myself, dad isnt as slick as he likes to think)>summoned a chapter of space marines to a bombardment site killing more of the emperor's angels than some guard see in a life time>got chased by tech nurglings through an auspex array trying escape invisible xenos >had a breakdown >found out my Lt is also my dad and i spent all that time as an orphan for no good reason>used my stupid powers again to kill some monster xeno thing >got "ordained" the company luck/saint/shameful secret>used my powers on a full on daemon >almost lost an eye>had another breakdown >got sent to the front lines of an ammo factorum >had my third breakdown >got some life lessons about not using my powers so often or i might just explode into a chaos spawn or something worse >fourth breakdown >and finally got my mind together and agreed to start acting like a guardsmen with Lt Tom>what a deployment >i look to Lil Tom>he's been quieter lately since he found out we're related ...>oh>i keep pulling the fuses from the grenade storages >apparently our confessor died during the sewer battle with Lord Commissar Kate when she killed the patriarch >Lt Tom...dad.....Lt...i really need to pick a lane here brain>Lt approaches and says there might be fireworks tonight?>fireworks?>i thought they put the fires out already.>>97781523looking forward to it, i have a sister of battle convent i want to try out
>>97781424>>97781476>Be Lord Kong Qiu>It is a stunning sight to see everyone here>In truth it is nerve wracking but I must steel my nerves>I know I'll have to explain my alliance with Zhoubi and of my abandonment of the position of High Hierarch as a youth>And explain the various technologies of the world>That I have Xu-225-Fu on standby for as he can better explain it then I>I am asked if I wish to make an opening statement"Yes, I'll keep it brief. I am willing to comply with everything I can, I will speak with clarity. However the subject of technology I shall have to differ to Magos Biologis Xu-225-Fu as he has dedicated his life to our world's technology. May the Jade Emperor watch over us all">And with that the trial begins
>be Imperial ace pilot Aquila-13, leader of Aquila Squadron "the Yellow Tails">be at the Aeronautica base in hive Kong>we have just finished another patrol over the wastes that cover the region>and yet we found nothing>no enemy aircraft xenos or heretic>no ground forces>nothing>disappointing really... I would have like to have another dogfight with that Tau ace>It certainly will not be very long until the Naval Command redeploys us else where>as I disembark from my Thunderbolt... I can see Aquila-11 looking over his new fighter>he has been rather irate lately>not because he got shot down... that's a surprise if I'm being honest >no...>what really has him in such a mood is that he missed out on the turkey shoot over Megalith>I can't really blame hi either...>all pilots from Erusea-IV pride themselves on their ability to carry out their duty>to miss such battle, like over Megalith, would wound the pride of any of us>As I return to the Porto-Habs a Navy officer and a rather young-looking pilot approach me>the Officer is the first to speak, as is proper"Aquila-13, we have a fresh replacement for your squadron">he gestures to this kid... he must be fresh from flight school on Erusea-IV>the kid steps forward and salutes me"Aquila-2 reporting for duty sir!">I nod... he is enthusiastic at least>I have to ask..."How long have you been flying kid?">he is taken aback.."3... 300 hundred sir... total...">Throne... this kid is green... greener than green>I'm going to have to fix that>as the Officer sods off to do what ever I take the kid to meet his new Squadron mates"Alright kid... time to meet the rest of the Yellow Tails..."
I have a world idea in mind, a mining night world dealing with a workers strike caused by a combined efforts of a Tzeentch cult and a Khorne cult, a rare alliance between the two owing to the leaders of each cult being siblings and Lord Galmon assisting it. Adeptus Arbites are called in to ensure the tithes are restored
>>97781776Of course things can escalate from there but it starts with Arbites cause we havent had any threads featuring them plus I've been on an Arbites binge
>>97781769mean to say 300 Hours... I done goofed
>>97781776sounds promising... we could base that mining World off of West Virgina and Appalachia...a world of Hill Billy heretics sounds amusing no doubt...definitely going to add it to my short list of world for Lord Galmon to fuck with
>>97781468>>97781760>Be me, Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader>Bloody space locusts>Those Tyranids had the entire flotilla shitting their breeches>Mine only in the spiritual sense of the proverb, thank the Emperor>I did leave behind those Abhumnan on planet to keep that array operational>In conjunction with that outlandish lightshow in orbit, their numbers have been rendered amenable to management>I do hope they can turn it off>Otherwise it might be tricky to navigate about>But there is a welcome distraction>The former govenor is on trial>I was invited to sit on the council for the trail>And that is exactly the type of entertainment which would be most welcome>Here I am but one voice among peers>On paper, Rogue Traders, the Mechanicus, Inquisition, Guard and Astartes all have different priviledges and obligations>In pratice, most of us are peers in how much weight we can pull>Watch with boredom as the space marine opens the trail>This one is the type who would do things fairly>Well, usually you just decide the outcome beforehand>So, that is Kong Qiu>He is shorter than I thought>He gives is opening statement>How droll>But whatever, the fun stuff comes later>When we get to ask questions and deliberate>So for now I stuff me pipe full and light it up>So the ascussed made his statement>I wonder if he'll go all the way and plead guilty>I know he's guilty, of course, but I don't care that he is>A most capable governor, methinks he should be acquitted, were the decision mine to make>I lean back in my chair, as the match ignites the tabbacco and a cup of tea is served
>>97781829Was thinking basing it more off Birmingham in England. Place in my docs is called Smethwick's End, Smethwick being 4 miles away from Birmingham city. It being in perpetual night only adds to the shittiness that is Birmingham and its surrounding areas. I might be biased in my hatred of Birmingham cause I live near that accursed shithole, but at least it aint London
>>97781829>>97781876 I had an idea for a feudal world kight house in the mid of a succession crisis having to deal with a league of vottan Fleet trying to find their old home squat world There would be a chaos knight "undead" house where it be revealed the dark mechanics were raising the knight suits without pilots using the echos of the previous pilots (think Macbeth but he's an giant mech knight)
>be Lord Galmon... the chaos war lord of the "Scions of Galmon">be aboard my flagship, a Desecrator-class Battleship, the "Host of Damnation">my fleet is currently laying low in uncharted space in the Nordica Sector>I was going to reinforce the Chaos uprising on Chyna Secundus, but Epherstien's failure has changed that...>so now... I find myself sitting upon my Black Stone throne... brooding >brooding over Epherstien's colossal failure>a failure that has set back my plans by years...>shame he allowed himself to be slain...>I would have liked to have crushed his skull with my own hands...>I find myself deep in thought over my next plan of action>then one of my guards... an Astarte's formerly of "Word Bearers" he the kneels before me"My lord... your scion Haek the has arrived as your requested">I raise a gauntleted hand"Bring him forward Arkan... ">He rises to feet and opens the large door to my throne room>and my Khornate scion Haek "The Butcher" steps forward and kneels"My Lord Galmon... I am here to serve...">I ask my loyal scion..."Scion Haek... report to me your progress on Pershah Gulf.">He nods and replies with haste"I have succeeded in bringing many of noble houses under the influence of the Dark Gods my lord...">he raises his head with a mad grin"As we speak... they have begun their uprising... bringing most of their world's Noble house armies, PDF and Imperial Guad formations under your banner">I nod, "You have done Haek... you are far ahead of schedule">he bows"Your flatter me my lord">I speak again"Now go Haek, ensure that this uprising succeeds in bring this world under my control...">I pause"Take the XVI, XVII and XVIII, Immolating Cohorts... some of my Chaos Astartes and their daemon engines with you.">he bows again.."Yes my lord... it shall be and honor to lead your armies into battle">I dismiss him with a wave of my hand>he turns and leaves my throne room>now I think to my self... where is Mingmo?
>Be me, Prince Aerendil of the Void Swans Corsair Band>Once, I called the craftworld known as Gon-dealyn home>Alas, my home, once a sanctuary of solace, was cruelly torn asunder >It was your usual tale>The seer council acted to prevent a calamity>But instead of preventing it, they ended up causing it>I was away from the craftworld at the time, but a young eldar>I griefed and swore to find out who was responible>As per usual, it could be traced back to singular source>Mon-keigh>Chaos Mon-keigh to be precise>In the hallowed name of Kaela Mensha Khaine, I unleashed a tempest of retribution, a maelstrom of vengeance>But that was years ago>I am much more tempered now>A webway portal long unentered has opened up>Above the moon of Chyna Secundus>Messengers from Ulthwé informed me about this>I have learned to distrust farseers, but I know what is on the other end>My Void Stalker Battleships slips through smoothly and undetected, all the better>Superior Eldar stealth-tech wins again>The Mon-keigh must be warned, warned about a great many->Wait>I think we're a bit late to the party>Initial scans show that the Necron tomb has been effectivley rendered inoperable, the forces of she-who-thrists are withdrawing, and they activated Vaul's Net>Well, I suppose that means I can skip the usual "FOOLISH MON-KEIGH" mumbo-jumbo that usually comes with these types of missions>I honestly have no idea why they're so inept at taking a bloody hint>Our instructions are as clear as the morning's sky, what's so difficult about following them?>But I must warn them still>Not of anything on this planet, but of Galmon and his followers>He shall take this sector by storm if the Imperium isn't warned>And I suppose I should also help turn off Vaul's Net
>>97781876I see you spent some time on the world building... anon. Very nice. So "Space Birmingham" is on the list of planets for Galmon to fuck with...>>97781949again... I like it... "Feudal World with undead Knights"... I think we should do that one around October for the spookiness of it
>>97782218>>97781857>be bilby bagend FOCKING SHITE >the newly crowned Emperors Forsaken mercenary group has been give our first order by our new "honorable noble lord" >after the "cleaning, grooming, and general purging of whatever you savages let yourself get covered in" tent experience >guard the auspex array >why?>probably so he doesn't have to look or think about us >normally id be thrilled to be getting paid to sit around and do fock all>but A. I'm still not sure I'm not going to be executed when I let my guard down for the stunt I pulled >And B. >these >uniforms >SUCK>maybe I'm just bitter because everyone else seem to at least fit somewhat >as part of our service we are "dress properly so the other houses don't think I'm catching fleas off you flith" >fair enough, most of us were using scrap metal and rags anyway>but I don't know if its racial discrimination or because this is his passive aggressive payback >ogryn arnt a rarity so their uniforms are raggity due to how much material they use, I get that. No complaints from the bigmen themselves. God Emperor bless em>the nightstalkers and long shanks are similar enough to base line humans its not hard to get them something close >totally fine>the beastmen all get actual uniforms and after meatshield head butted the few that tried to eat theirs that was sorted >all good >SO WHY DO THE RATLINGS GET SHAFTED!?!>ITS EITHER SO OVERSIZED WE COULD USE EM FOR TENTS OR IN MY CASE>THEY JUST GAVE US THE UNIFORMS FOR THE SCHOLA CADETS >IM FOCKING CHOKING ON ME TITS IN THIS RESTRAINING THING >besides my annoyance at the uniform alot of my business assets are being "inspected" >I was never dumb enough to trade in chaos (or at least dumb enough to leave any trace of it)>but its bloody annoying to be back to square one (1/2)
>>97782414>lot of these red shirts must be born on a planet where sticks up the arse is a rite of passage because besides a select precious few ive had more than one visit from Colonel Fergus Angus Kenneth McArthain to be reminded what the "rules" are Dontblameme.blamemaupbringing>im so busy fumming tha I almost don't notice the alert from the auspex array >ships >from the moon >how ta fock did they get past the archeotech>I should report this to the rogue trader but he's busy trying the high hierarch for not being enough of a bastard or something >so I just send it to his heir instead >hes in orbit anyway I'm sure he can handle it >with my duty to my lord, The god emperor, and most important my paycheck I decide to swing by meatshield >apparently she had "something important" to tell me before we all got sent to the "cleaners" >but these last few days she barely left her boytoy when he gets leave from the rogue traders throne counting classes (2/2)
>>97782414>Be me, Colonel Fergus Angus Kenneth McArthain, Clan Chief of Clan McArthain>Educaein thir hauf-wits has been baith amusin an excruciatin>We washed thaim all doon wi firehoses first, then we uised delousin soap tae clean thaim further>It is oor duty tae the rogue trader, tae mak certain thir savage act civilised>Tae that end, I hae distributit the tawse an birches tae the sergeant's>We are like schoolmaisters, wi vera rowdy students>Catch that haufin wi her shirt open again"Button up yer shirt, we're no runnin a prostitution ring. No we dinnae hae smawer uniforms, we dinnae uise bairns as sodgers. Ye have been issuit a redcoat cadet uniform, small size, ye'll only get ane, now stop complaining, or ye'll get a taste o the tawse">Bloody hell she gets on ma nerves>And Ponsonby-Bannerman awns an entire planet wi her kind on it>Hibernia IV>The thocht alane maks me want tae spit>Disgustin place, anely kept in line by the efforts o the Praetorian-Drookian gentry>Ma officers are eneuch tae keep thaim in line for noo>The first few incdents concernin the kilts an sword dances were settlit in oor favour>Sae I let some o the lads beat some discipline intae thaim>We are the honoured Rogue Trader's effective militar polis>An I intend tae keep things ordered>I am stationed at the array as weel, but I am currenty on ma way tae some promethium plant>Why? Because that goat wumman gied a note tae the boss>An noo the Magos wants the fuel for further research>What a fuckin shithole this planet is, I hope we're done here soon>Be me, Commodore Henry Arbuthnot Valerian Ponsonby-Bannerman>By Lord Admiral Cornelius von Ravensburg's missing right eye that was damn close run thing>Nothing gets a Naval officer more nervous than Tyranid Boarding parties>Oh sure. the 'automated' defenses killed most of them, but still>We will need to restock on able voidsmen>To that end, I am assembling a few impressment gangs>I have cleared matters with the navy(1/2)
>>97782828>Which means I can use their recruiting stations>Which is flowery language for a pub or other club where the owner rats out young men and woman to pressgangs>Now, I know about the Slaaneshi problem>But thanks to 'automative efforts' >We can screen and inspect them quite safely>The navy has always been more inclusive where it comes to manpower>And enough voidsmen are stranded as well>So we'll take the volunteers first, and then we'll go to the hives>The voxmaster then patches through a communique>The array picked something up>Ship in sealth mode>Deftly avoiding the beams of light>Eldar, no doubt>Interesting>I should send this through to my illustrious Great-Grandfather>But he is sitting on a trail>So communicating this over the vox might lead to things leaking out>Hhhmmm, if these are the 'friends across the border' he spoke about, they will do no harm>And if they are Dark Eldar, it is of no consequence>Not for us anyway>And I am not going to risk chasing after them through this laser mine-field>Instead I send out the special code for this occasion>Codeword Elendili >If they respond, they are indeed 'friends'>If not, well, it will be interesting to watch(2/2)
>Be Wu Baoyu, driver of Tiankui and now a part of Lord Peregrines crew>Needless to say its a bit odd>Seeing as I keep getting called Chynaman but I can tolerate it I suppose>At least management is alot better then my former managers at Manufactorum 13>I'm actually wanted here for what I can do>I find it fulfilling to work in logistics>It'll be even more satisfying once Tiankui gets her loading claws repaired>As for the more personal affairs>Well I do at some point want to help Meatshield pick a new name for herself>Plus maybe have some one on one time alone>Without the worry of a bullet from any enemies>I will be judged for my taste in women I know>But Jade Emperor damn it, shes important to me>She saved my life from my managers stub pistol and I fought side by side with her
>>97782248Yeah I was thinking of doing the thread sometime in June, calling it The Smethwick's End Uprising or something, I'll workshop the name a bit more
>>97782910>>97782828>be Sargent "Packmaster isnt an offical rank in my army, beast" "MeatShield" of the Emperor's Forsakken >lounging in the sun >i can't recall the last time i saw the sun on Chyna Secundus >apparently several rough equivalent of nuclear detonations opened the smog abit >saw the stars for the first time in my life >now its mainly giant space bugs screaming in agony as they are cut apart by lasers in the sky >its the little things you know?>we still never found that tank depot >i wish the lord rogue trader luck with that im fairly sure if it WAS real someone would have found it and used it against us since thats our luck >but thats not really fair, my luck wasnt so bad after all>the commissar getting killed>the fact we're leaving Chyna Secundus soon>Wu>its not been so awful >just mainly awful >Luna and Riena are handling rallying those family members the forsakken want to take with us >most are conscription age anyway, and anywhere is better than here >Simo and the Pisceans are being taken care of by the medical staff >turns our swimming in the rad sea isnt great for your health >some of them are evened turned green >i asked him why he did it but he kept brushing me off >i think deep down he did want to do his duty like we all did >with that i finish the head count for Colonel Fergus>as much as Bilby bitches over him, hes not so bad if you can keep your hands to yourself and do your job well >Bilby is good at one of those >they'll get used to each other >or at least ill get better at hiding her from him >unless she *really* deserves it >"no we're not sneaking Sweeper parts off world, no i dont care if you know a magos who will buy them">i ended up handing over the fuel data after all since it was better to prove we're useful at finding those little details that rogue traders go nuts over to give them the edge over their other houses>personally i dont need more than one planet to be happy >im happy right now mostly1/2
>>97783478>granted we're watching tyranid corpses fall from the sky and there is a trial going on to determine who rules this planet >but im not going to live here anymore so they can dig Xi up from whatever hell he's in and give it to him for all i care >fuck Chyna Secundus >i rub my cheek>Wu keeps wanting to give me a new name >its sweet...>but to be honest can you really change something that was a part of you for so long?>maybe i should keep it to remind myself of where i started...>i sit up and look around the devestation of the hive cities >on second thought?>new name sounds perfect.2/2>>97781949>>97781876>>97781829honestly any of these sound interesting
>be Zheng Yi Sow>this is bad>we are unprepared >the forces of chaos have completely failed across the world of Chyna Secundus and with the strange weapon they used the hive fleet was rendered into simple clean up jobs >meaning more and more forces were able to search for us and the remains of the twin bulls >the slaughter has been brutal >only the deepest darkest hives are safe now >even the noble cults were purged with such violent fury rumors persist that khorne marines appeared on the planet >we know better, khorne would be more survivable than the yellow marines >still we hold power by a thread>mainly because we kill anyone who threatens our leadership>there are no shortage of mutants but many want nothing to do with us given the rebellions failed >we sharpen our blades on the rockcrete of the sewer plant we picked for a hide out while we plot our next move >the twin bulls are one but that means the imperials need only remove one head its not our fault though >never our fault the shlick was not strong enough >they were the ones at fault and the one who recruited us, her too!>we were finally perfect!RRRRARRGGGGH!!!!!>we take out our rage on a nearby piping system "impressive...the imperials must be quaking in their boots to see you weaken their piping...." >the voice sounds like a million flies buzzing in our ears as we see a spector of death walk into view>plague bringer >rival god >kill her"tsk tsk tsk....behave yourself....i do not come in the name of the Grandfather, i come because i am your last hope of surviving the purges to come...for a price." >the voice we once listened to screams to slay this one >but that voice did not prevent the child from breaking the mirror >nor our death at the hands of the space marines >nor the ork >so why should we listen to it?>"we are listening"
>>97781876>>97781949>>97782248>>97783244So currently I want to do "Pershah Gulf" first. I have been sitting on the idea of a Gulf War 1991 but in WH40k for a while.I already have assets picked out, maps made, custom vehicle paint jobs all lined up.So the Schedule in thinking of would be:1. Pershah Gulf (Late April - Early May)2.Smethwick's End/Space Birmingham (Late June - Early July)3. A fortress world, that makes Vraks look like tea party (August?)4. Feudal World with undead Knights (October, for spoooookie vibes. seriously we need a Halloween thread)Any thoughts, objections, etc Anons?
>>97784512tam/covenant of fire/spencer anon looks good to me. I dont know if they'll all be as long as Chyna was but they all look fun im finishing up the next piece of the trial from Axum's perspective. i was hesitant to involve so many characters since you can never control what anons show up and i dont want to railroad so i have a few story threads depending on who shows up and how they play it
>>97781587>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">be at Fort Wanli helping pack up>I have just finished packing away the last of our regiment's grenades>I had help from Tiny Tam and Lil' Tom of course...>with that out of the way I can handle a few errands>the first is to head over to the Munitorum officer to get my months' pay>it's 300 Thrones...>not a whole lot, but more than what the rank and file of the Guard make>just have to make sure not to blow it on gambling like I used to>next is to sweat talk Lord Commissar Kate into giving me, Tiny Tam, and my nephew some shore leave>It wasn't hard, Kate and I go way back>with shore leave granted I make for the motor pool to requestion a staff car>It takes a hot minute... and a couple Thrones under the table to the motor-pool sergeant>but in the end I get the keys to a staff car >with that all done, I just need to go find Tiny Tam and Lil' Tom >which is easy enough>they are still in the loading bay, helping pack up our equipment>I go over to tell them the good news>that we have shore leave, and we are going to go out and have some fun>Tam looks a little confused...>right... poor kid has probably never done anything fun before>tell her we are going to go to one of the better market streets to have a good dinner and watch the fire works>I take them to motor pool and have them get seated in the back>I being the only adult take the wheel>Once out of Fort Wanli I head to the marketplace sitting between the Cathedral and the river
>>97781857>>97781760>>97781457>be Axum'Kaleb >"Yes, I'll keep it brief. I am willing to comply with everything I can, I will speak with clarity. However the subject of technology I shall have to differ to Magos Biologis Xu-225-Fu as he has dedicated his life to our world's technology. May the Jade Emperor watch over us all">fair enough i see no objections from the arch magos nor the delegation from Metalica >so we begin in earnest with point 1"lord Kong Qiu you are accused of fraternization with xenos, the utilization of their technology and most concerningly the attempted activation of the black stone pylons by entrusting the fate of the planet to a xenos of the necron designation. A race that has been known to utilize devices that can implant in the minds of even the strongest inquisitors and shackle them to their will. Of these crimes, how do you plead, and will you consent to an investigation of your mind by the resident inquisitor?" >i gesture with as much dignity as i can to Inquistor Roshi who seems more interested in eyeing the crowd >i scan the crowd for a moment trying to see if there is a threat i am missing only to see he's eyeing the "escorts" of one of the noblemen there >i cough to get him to refocus with a single glare and a head gesture for him to "inquisitive" something since this is one of my biggest concerns >he shrugs and hops off the stand before walking up to Lord Kong Qiu >he looks closely at the man>...>..."nah, he's clean">i have to fight the urge to put my head in my hands>id ask Archmagos Armonk to scan him but i have to save him for the investigation of the heretical tech and id rather not draw this out "....thank you, inquistor...">i sigh as i wave him back before he does something else that makes me put him on trial next"since your mind appears to be clean of xeno's taint i must then ask what fate you would plan for this xenos. I understand from reports from Ta'Shawn his tomb world has been destroyed with the pylons
>>97781476>>97781857>>97781760>>97784795>be me, Archmagos Armonk of Holy Mars>I have more important things to do than listen to some boring trial of the planetary governor>like figuring out what this arecheotech megalith in the middle of the Great Rad Sea does>and requesting situation reports from the covenant of fire marines who were sent to find MY STC.>Nevertheless, since it would be unseemly for Holy Mars to be absent from the proceedings, I have sent my protoge, tech-priest steve to represent me>Also send a gaggle of scribes to write down anything he says derived from the STC fragment he downloaded>And some sicarian ruststalkers cobbled from the remnants of the skitarii force, just in case anything goes wrong>But I expect it won't, the world has quietened down now, and all that is left is glorious rediscovery>I expect that the accused planetary governor will be found guilty, the tech-heresy on this planet alone would be enough to condemn him, and I won't even acknowledge that absurd rumour that he recruited a necron cryptek as a helper>Though it gave me a good chuckle, I never thought anyone would even think that were possible>Which it most certainly isn't>I'm sure tech-priest steve will be able to figure things out and explain it to me later>Back to the megalith>Really need to figure this one out, it stopped a tyanid hive fleet in it's tracks for Omnissiah's sakes...>Do I cut the red one, or the green one?
>>97784763>>97781587>be Lil Tom >...>...>life isnt fair you know that?>i mean i think everyone has some idea of that given the state of >well everything>but its hard to figure out how i feel right now>i thought i had a pretty good handle on things, leading the whiteshields, following the Lt's example, taking care of Tam >now its all upended in more ways than one>i should feel overwhelmed but mainly im just kind of tired>i guess when you live so long on the edge of life or death for so long you get numb >Lt Tom got us some shore leave >using his pay too >im grateful i know its not much >whiteshields dont get paid>not just the felinid ones too, i checked when i see other whiteshields on deployments >i let Tam and Lt Tom sit in the transport as i sneak out to the back flatbed >i need time to clear my head >its been a hellish deployment >but at least we get to leave, everywhere i look around is displaced refugees from the destroyed hive cities awaiting to see how the trial goes >some high ranking guy, way above my paygrade>which as i established is literally nothing >honestly if it wasnt for the lack of snow, and the lack of overt slaanesh influence id almost like im back on Nordica II in New Yur >i look quickly to make sure Lt Tom and Tam arnt looking before i take one of the Lho-sticks i stole from Nurse Felis >i light it using some looted matches i found from that ratling who taught me battlefield salvage rules >it takes a few tries and i almost cough loud enough to get caught but i get the hang of it eventually as we drive towards the "market" >i dont know why they put it here, its near-ish where the titan got nuked>or not nuked?>again, above my nonexistent paygrade>i exhale as i look up and rub my dad's tags>im happy for Tam, really. >right? >she deserves a family, and Lt Tom seems like he wants to do the right thing by her >she even took the chance to not leave the service and head back to Carlos McConnell>maybe im just tired
>>97784896>>97784795>>97781760>>97781857>be Tech Priest (apprentice to Archmagos) Steve 01101001 01101101 00100000 01100111 01101111 01101110 01101110 01100001 00100000 01110000 01110101 01101011 01100101>im in a room with a space marine commander, a rogue trader, a delegation of Metallica, and an inquisitor>every single one of them is expecting me to be able to tear this "lord kong qiu" to shreds for xeno fraternization and then counter Magos Biologis Xu-225-Fu's arguments against tech heresy so they both can get likely be excommunicated, executed, purged, servitorized, then have those servitors pushed into an incinerator >I WAS A FUCKING ENGINSEER NOT A FEW WEEKS AGO the Volcano Cannon barrel of a Shadowsword tank should be replaced every 1500 firings to prevent explosive combustion >also i keep spouting random stc nonsense >also im fairly sure the rust stalkers are staring at ME specifically >i never got my stomach unit replaced after getting bisected by those edited genestealers either >they just repaired my old unit and welded my legs back on >i refocus as the space marine finishes the inquisitor's investigation into the mind scarabs >oh>guess he was clean, that guy would know better than i would >i try to nod offically but i think im shaking too much as the question of what to do with the xenos comes up >wait the xenos was real?>Archmagos Armonk told me it was clearly mass delusions caused breathing the sacred metal flakes of the God Engine that had floated into the air effecting meatbags without breathing apprentices or class B-5 rebreathing augmetics
(1/3)>Be Daemonette Vin’Gloria>Be back in Slaanesh’s Realm >Or more accurately, be in Yule Harbor, it is one of many places on the metaphysical boundary between Slaanesh’s Realm and real space where it is possible for mortals to hang out without going completely insane within seconds and then spontaneously exploding into a pile of boobs >I think Yule Harbor is kind of like a Daemon World, but instead of a world it is a cluster of unique planetoids, linked by portals and impossible bridges of glittering energy, floating in an endless asteroid belt where several other clusters of such planetoids exist >Physically we are probably somewhere in the Eye of Terror, but location doesn’t matter much since there is something about this place that allows for the easy creation of portals to other worlds anywhere in the Galaxy>Maybe this was once an Aeldari World, and it uses some corrupted portion of the Webway, or maybe the mysterious Daemon Prince who lurks here somewhere finds it amusing to use large amounts of energy solely to allow small groups of B-list cults to travel between worlds in the blink of an eye >Who knows?>There definitely is something strange about this place, it is so different than many other Daemon Worlds and portions of the Warp I have visited, in that instead of being hellish places of endless suffering and mind wrecking constant physical change, it is instead a place where (some) mortals who come here are delighted by its oddly whimsical nature and the (relative) safety in which they can indulge in all sorts of hedonism without long-term ill effects (most of the time)>It is almost like the creator of Yule Harbor wanted it to be a place where hedonists and perverts could safely practice their desires upon those who aren’t so deserving >I extract myself from a large pile of exhausted lovers and trod over to a balcony with a magnificent view of this portion of Yule Harbor
>>97785424(2/3)>It is a literal Winter Wonderland, a large city carved from pure ice, surrounded by large fields of snow where reindeer pulled sleds race, glittering pine forests where those desiring some privacy frolic, and a large harbor where ships sometimes come to trade, all enclosed in a vast glass dome, so that from a distance the whole thing resembles a snow globe >But the “city of pure ice” is actually made up of billions of intertwined crystalline figures partially melded together in ecstasy, the remains of just a tiny portion of the souls consumed by Slaanesh. And the “fields of snow” are cocaine, and the “reindeer” are mutant humans driven mad with lust and bondage, and pine trees sometimes grow molesting vines, and the ships in the harbor are in fact Warp vessels of allied pirates and raiders >It is a fine home, worthy of the Schlick regiments who sometimes dwell here >Tens of thousands of new recruits were brought here from Chyna by portal, tens of thousands more who died with our mark upon them will reincarnate here in some form or another >Some will be found worthy of joining the regiments here, but many others who joined under duress, or who lack any level of self control or will power, will serve in other ways, usually by being turned into slave creatures and objects whose sole purpose is to serve, please, and be toyed with by their betters >It is not a great afterlife, but better than many of the Emperor’s more bigoted followers deserve >I pluck a bottle of wine from the mouth of a contorted, crystalline figure with far more than the usual number of genitals >The last few days have certainly been interesting
>>97785434(3/3)>I went from being a humble war band leader guiding just a small portion of the LXIX, to somehow being a warlord commanding millions from many allied warbands and new recruits, back to being a humble daemonette of the Schlick, though there is some talk of giving me a promotion thanks to my quick thinking in using the energy of the dying god to corrupt and harvest countless souls >Still, I doubt anything I do in the near future will compare to the rush of commanding millions >Such is life sometimes >Now it is time for others to get their pleasure sorting and molding the new recruits >As for myself, I think I will spend some time watching the Tower of Former Virgins as it frolics about exploring its new home and finding stray slaves to molest >It is still young and easily excitable, like a young pup or a newborn horse >Oh to be young again...
>be Imperial ace pilot Aquila-13>leader of Aquila Squadron, aka the "Yellow Tails">be at the Aeronautica base, specifically the Porto-Habs we are quartered in>I enter the Hab that my Squadron mates are resting in, with our new pilot in tow>I proceed to introduce Aquila-2 to 6, 8, and 11.>all three of them share a look...>they know as well as I do this new kid is green as they come...>I can already see Aquila-11 getting nervous at the idea of this green horn watching his back...>I decide to break the tension with a question..."So kid... who was your flight instructor back home on Erusea-IV?">the kid seems taken aback..."Oh um... it was senior flight instructor Mihaly Dumitru Margareta...">we all cut him off at the same time>after telling the rest of the squadron to quiet down I ask..."That old man is still flying?!">the kid nods nervously... clearly thinking he done us wrong"Mihaly was our instructor years ago back when we first went through flight school, best instructor in the entire segmentum">I can see the relief wash over him... >that said... if Mihaly trained this kid, I don't think we have much to worry about>Emperor knows that Milhaly would never let a clueless dolt graduate from hist flight schola>with introductions out the way I decide that we should head to one of the local bars>after all the kid needs his baptism... >baptism by amasec that is... lots of amasec>we load up into one of the ground cars and make way to the nearest bar
>be Biophagus He Jiankui>this has been a most interesting study >it turns out that the tyrranid gene mix of humans CANNOT purify mercury out of the blood stream faster than it poisons itself >i'll admit it wasn't my finest diagnosis but science and advancement are a game of mistakes first and then adaption >such as my recent jaunt to Imperial Fortress Diaoyu>it took quite a bit of time to locate it seeing as it appears a large number of the infected deserted >but with recent purges intensifying those who are still alive will be here >which leaves my plan B for escape open the moment that rather inconvenient planetary defense system goes offline >i enter the fortress to be greeted rather unfairly by several autoguns "t-this is Captain Hana Jian, y-you wont take us alive!!">ah yes the thing the imperials are so well know for, taking the chaff alive >i wave my staff"calm yourselves, its disruptive">relief, anger, misery, and other meaningless emotions cross their faces as they realize im on their side and alone>i had released the rest of my "experiments" into the hive to buy myself time>given the alerts im getting the space marines are doing battle with several of them>shame its not the angry marines i had wanted to kill one for study>there will be other opportunities>i tap my staff and the tau pheromone glans i implanted into the "brood brothers">i keep the ethereal pheromones in my staff of course, like id implant any of those disgusting things into myself>you'd never get anything done if you sat around huffing your own scent, its the reason the tau are such a joke these days>i mean look at that pitiful invasion, sloppy sloppy work>i let them enjoy the "high" for awhile as i dig around to find what im looking for>access codes to a personal "scum" ship i hid awhile back in case of moments like this>now we just need an excuse to make our way to the space port>...>...>ah,the festival celebrating the victory of the Imperium is tonight isn't it?
>>97781760>>97781857>>97784795>>97784969>Be Kong Qiu >The trial starts with my relationship with Zhoubi>He brings up devices Necrons sometimes use to mind control people"I will admit, I have been close with a Necron Cryptek. One who I won over in a scholarly debate on the world of Flander's Planes regarding what it means to live and achieve inner peace. Additionally his knowledge of the Blackstone pylons was useful seeing as we were not granted the assistance of Arch Magos Belisarius Cawl. The Inquisitor may check me for mins control">A short bald man in glasses strides forward and checks me out much to his annoyance >I think I spotted him catching a gaze at one of the Shi family's consorts>But he determins I am clean of such a device>He is gestured by Axum to sit back down and he does so>"since your mind appears to be clean of xeno's taint i must then ask what fate you would plan for this xenos. I understand from reports from Ta'Shawn his tomb world has been destroyed with the pylons">I pause and look over to Zhoubi in his garb before looking back to Axum"The tomb has been destroyed in several places but areas of it are still explorable, those parts destroyed as well as the pylons was the result of a powerful psyker getting overloaded with warp energy and either intentionally destroying most of the structure or accidentally. I do think its the former rather then the latter however as apparently it was psyker of the Angry Marines">I'm still annoyed at that but keep calm"Zhoubi is willing to allow you to execute him on the condition that he is first allowed to put down any remaining flayed ones. He was certain everyone of his dynasty but himself was dead but reports at the tomb indicated Flayed One presence and so he'd like to end the misery of what's left of his kin"
>>97781377>>97785659>Be Captain Willard>Well thats something >Kong willingly acknowledged being in cahoots with a Necron>A cryptek of all things >Cryptek's can be eccentric so the possibility of one that slew his own kin isnt a stretch I don't think>Inquistor Ayin keeps smirking as he watches the trial >The room breaks out into many hushed discussions >They'll soon be silenced when the marine expands upon this charge or brings up the next charge >I could do with a smoke right about now>Never been a fan of large trials but if the Emperor's Angels demanded it then who am I to argue
>>97781857>>97784795>>97784969>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader>The archmagos decided to shirk his duties>So he send a tech-priest>Who should probably spend week on holiday from the manner with which he trembles and speaks>The inquisitor then is called forth>He declares Kong free of xeno's taint>This doesn't clear him, but it does mean he is at least of sound mind>Fraternising with xenos>It would be a offence I take seriously >Where it not for the fact most of us councillors were guilty of it as well>But we're not on trail>I do know something about the legal system>Groxford University is the finest school this side of the Imperium >And I know enough to obstruct here and here"*Ahem* As this Xeno doesn't appear to be in the room with us, I would like to enquire as to where, exactly, young Lord Kong met this Xeno, if it is outside the boundary of the Imperium, we have no jurisdiction to judge him, only if he has brought this Xeno over the border can he be judged. I would, therefore, like to ask the prosecution whether he can provide evidence that this Xeno is on the planet proper.">Enough legalese to confuse bystanders>And my peers don't seem interested or capable of actually doing their job>So I suppose I must make enquiries for now
>>97785659>>97785672>>97785711>Be Ponsonby-Bannerman still>Oh nevermind>He actually admitted to it>What is wrong with you?>Kong explains that the tomb has been destroyed >And that the cryptek is willing to be executed >What is with this planet>Fuck it, I am asking another question "This cryptek, did you meet him within or outside the borders of the Imperium, and if so, do you have any sanction to take this Necron into your employ?"
>>97782218>>97782842>>97784896>Be Prince Aerendil>With the grace of the banshee, we slip through Vaul's Net>When you know how these things act, it is easy to make it through>By Asuryan's digested right testicle this planet makes me sick to look at>Water should be blue, not green>Land should be green, not grey>We Eldar fell because we made it too nice>But man seems to be taking it in the opposite direction>Are they trying to make life as shit as they can?>We do get a singular transmission>How? This ship is cloaked>Hhhhmmmm, Bannerman>So he is here as well>I suppose I should visit>That's what friends do, don't they?>But I have my priorities>The net comes first >I shall do this quietely and deftly >Land upon the island with the central command chamber>Ah, both the metal men as the astartes are here>Both have been augmented, both can probably find me if they want to>But both are bulky and loud, and my senses are greater>I go in via a side-hatch>I avoid the patrols as they come and go>There is no time for battle, I must see to the controls>Two humans stand there, both with apendages of metal>Both of them don't seem to know what to do>The button with the off rune is right there, just press it by Cegorach's make-up stuffed buttcheeck>Oh I suppose if I must>Step out of the shadows"You have done well human, your lord would be pleased. Yet, alas, this transcends the compass of your comprehension. Allow me to intercede, for I possess the capability to extinguish its glimmer without the slightest perturbation."
>>97785659>>97785672>>97785735>Be Kong Qiu>It seems my honesty here will be one point in favour of my execution for heresy>Especially when the Rogue Trader asks me where I met Zhoubi and if its in Imperial space>As well as if I had sanction to make him part of my >I am lost in thought recalling the event>I had completely blanked out one more thing >A man was there, Inquisitoral rosette and power armour as black as the night sky "I met Zhoubi on the Imperial Cemetery World called Flander's planes. Despite it being a world of the resting dead it is a very green World. I and Zhoubi engaged in debate over what it meant to achieve inner peace. After we were done we met a man named Vortigern, an Inquisitor. At first I assumed I would be killed but he allowed Zhoubi to come with me. I do not know if this Vortigern is still alive as the role of Inquisitor is a dangerous one, so I fear with him being gone the sanction is voided""Do not fret young Lord. Vortigern still lives, hes just elsewhere as of now">A man rises from the viewing area>Wearing a white coat and a Inquisitorial rosette dangling from his neck"I am Lord Inquisitor Ayin, a frequent collaborator and friend of Vortigern. I was saving myself to question Xu but it seems I have to play my cards early"
>>97784896>>97786086>Be Archmagos Armonk>Trying to figure out which button turns the megalith off, and which one makes it self destruct>Also dousing the console in incense to please it's machine spirit, and rubbing oil anointed by the fabricator-general all over it>Think that the translation software is about to produce a result when I hear a sound behind me>"You have done well human, your lord would be pleased. Yet, alas, this transcends the compass of your comprehension. Allow me to intercede, for I possess the capability to extinguish its glimmer without the slightest perturbation.">Turn around>AN ELDAR>Immediately arm several of my appendages and point my weapons at it>It looks like a fancier one of their kind, but promethium, plasma, and a dose of volkite should be enough to disintegrate it>but I am intrigued>this is obviously a Dark Age of Technology era construction, and yet I have seen several cogitators and materials of an even older manufacture>human, eldar, and something else>I would call it tech-blasphemy if it weren't so brilliant>And this eldar claims to know something of it's function>Very well>Remotely deactivate all the cameras through the noosphere, and flip the off switch of my servitor assistant"Speak, xenos. And be warned that at any hint of betrayal I will ensure this platform becomes your tomb."I'm assuming that you were talking to me Aerendil anon? You said two humans, so I'm not sure.
>>97786086>>97786086>Be Prince Aerendil>Oh he most definitly heard me>The metal man>Cybernetics and augmentations galore>Like a Haemonculus of metal and electronics>Unsuprisingly, he aims several weapons at me>But I stay calm>I must stay calm>My mind must be like a clear sky upon a fair morning>I stare down several of his barrels>I could make a run for it, my chances are small, but I could risk it>But he doesn't shoot>He speaks>"Speak, xenos. And be warned that at any hint of betrayal I will ensure this platform becomes your tomb.""This weapon is known to my kind as Vaul's Net, it was meant to keep the sealed one locked away, not from the inside, but from the outside">But I no longer sense it, the nameless thing gnawing in it's prison>It is dead, obviously, but how?>More to investigate"It has served its purpose, now you can either keep it running until it falls silent once more, like it did so long ago.">I pause, glancing over to the panel>The bonesinger place the selfdestruct right next to the on/off button>Why?>I don't know, a farseer told him to did it, probably"Press the button on your utmost right, with the rune of peace upon it, then this weapon shall slumber once more, choose the one with the rune of Khaine, beside it, and we both shall perish." Yeah, I assumed that Forgemaster Ta'shawn was also in the room, because that is where he was at the end of last thread
>>97786367>>97785735>>97785672>>97785659>>97784969>be Commander Axum'Kaleb >this rapidly keeps changing>the lord did not deny is consorting with xenos >just as well he admitted the day we met if he had lied it might have won him support from the nobles but cost him with me >"I met Zhoubi on the Imperial Cemetery World called Flander's planes. Despite it being a world of the resting dead it is a very green World. I and Zhoubi engaged in debate over what it meant to achieve inner peace. After we were done we met a man named Vortigern, an Inquisitor. At first I assumed I would be killed but he allowed Zhoubi to come with me. I do not know if this Vortigern is still alive as the role of Inquisitor is a dangerous one, so I fear with him being gone the sanction is voided">indeed as much as i dont trust the credentials of lord Roshi i can trust he isnt tainted by the necron's foul techno sorcery >"Do not fret young Lord. Vortigern still lives, hes just elsewhere as of now">a man rising from the viewing area steps forward>"I am Lord Inquisitor Ayin, a frequent collaborator and friend of Vortigern. I was saving myself to question Xu but it seems I have to play my cards early""Your credentials shall be investigated before you are allowed to speak. Inquisitor, this trial is to determine Lord Kong Qiu's fate, not the affairs of the inquisition. there IS a precedent for using the xenos against other threats temporarily that alone would not be enough to ensure his execution, in my eyes." >still there are few things to clarify first as i raise my hand to calm the rogue trader and the crowd"execution of the necron is not what i had in mind, i understand that when high ranking necrons are killed they can transfer their mind to another body. As for the flayed ones once my brothers finish with Armonks request they will be deployed to clear the tomb world. Therefore i would offer would the cryptek allow himself to be taken into custody by a member of the Ordos Xenos"
>>97786757>>97786809Whoops, forgot to reply.
>>97786809>>97786757>Be Forgemaster Ta'shawn >i am communing with the machine spirit via my mechadendrites >attempting to figure out how to use it while Armonk works on it via the rites of mars >we cannot leave the planet until it is turned off which makes figuring this out a top priority for Commander Axum'Kaleb>some sort of commotion is happening outside the communion so i unplug >there is an eldar here >what?>my geneseed and instincts makes me go for my bolt pistol before the Archmagos calms me >ah>he is here to turn the weapon off >is it just something with this planet that makes humans and xenos get along?>first the aeldari empires and the first colonizers of this world>then Lord Kong Qiu and his necron cryptek >i say nothing as i watch them both work on the device>i wish i was with my brothers hunting the STC relic >least then i wouldnt feel like a hypocrite>i send an alert to Commander Axum'Kaleb to inform him of this as i watch it unfold ready to leap into action at the first sign of betrayal (i had to finish writing the next part of the trial so i didnt get a chance to write up Ta'shawn yet)
>>97785659>>97785672>>97786814>be me, Un Jong Kim, Glorious Leader of Hive Cháoxiǎn, more popularly known as Best Joseon>sitting in on the trial of my peer, Lord Kong Qiu for tech heresy, xeno heresy, and normal heresy, things that all carry a punishment of death>From my perspective, it does not look good for him>He has not yet entered a plea of guilt, but even a servitor could see that he is, formally, guilty of all he has been accused of>and given his testimony it seems like he’s determined to sink his own case>Though he has technically done it all in the name of preserving Chyna Secundus, and the planet does still stand after all the fighting>Which more than justifies his actions>If this were a just court he would be sentenced to serve this planet as leader until he dies as punishment>but this is the Imperium, so I expect he'll just be executed>If he dies, Chyna Secundus will lose a wise and principled leader, which I certainly am not>But it would also give me an opportunity to take over the governorship and rule not only Best Joseon, but the entire planet myself>Which is tempting>But it would mean I actually have to work>I would stop spending so much time with Ae Ju>And pay tithes to the Imperium>And be responsible when things go bad>No>I want to stay in Best Joseon and live out my life of luxury>Which means Kong Qiu needs to become leader instead of me>And for that to happen I can't leave it to an unlikely chance>I can't bribe a Space Marine, the Council, and all the representatives here>So some drastic measures are needed>Luckily Best Joseon has several nuclear missiles at its disposal should the need arise, and there are still chaos cultists, tau sympathisers, orks, and I’m sure other anti-imperials who would cause absolute chaos if they ever got their hands on one…>the plan is in motion and only awaits my word>But I will continue to watch the proceedings in silence, it would be best not to rush it
>>97786367>>97786814>>97786974>Be Kong Qiu>The Inquisitor knows of Vortigern's fate>Glad he is alive, he seemed fairly pleasant for an inquistor >Axum dismisses Ayin for now, stating that this is still my trial and the affairs of the Inquisition can wait>He acknowledges and sits back down>"execution of the necron is not what i had in mind, i understand that when high ranking necrons are killed they can transfer their mind to another body. As for the flayed ones once my brothers finish with Armonks request they will be deployed to clear the tomb world. Therefore i would offer would the cryptek allow himself to be taken into custody by a member of the Ordos Xenos">I look over to Zhoubi still in disguise he gives me a nod >I shall miss his company and what wisdom he in his many years could offer a young man such as I>I turn to face Lord Axum again "Zhoubi shall hand himself over to the Ordos Xenos when they come to collect. Is there anything else we need to explore in regards to my first charge?">I feel as if this charge is coming to an end but I could be wrong>Regardless I look over to both my families of the Jia and Kong>A mixture of concern and apathy>Its more the other families to worry about>Some are scheming to become High Hierarch >Others wondering who they should back>The Red Chamber has never seemed so crowded before >Not even when the Yinli protocol was order did it seem so crowded
>>97787023>>97786974>>97786814>>97786843>>97785735>Be Commander Axum'Kaleb >"Zhoubi shall hand himself over to the Ordos Xenos when they come to collect. Is there anything else we need to explore in regards to my first charge?">i look to the council>the tech priest Armonk sent is shaking though i can't tell if its rage, fear, or some secret technology he plans to use>the metalica delegation as always are silent and judgemental but dont object >the Lord general of the Cadians looks more bored given his main concern is reestablishing arms production so he mainly wishes for us to move on >the rogue trader doesnt appear to have much argument which just as well because i read reports he worked with the same cryptek to save the relics of the saint during the breaking of the siege "No, I believe I am prepared to render judgment that under the condition that the xenos be handed over to the nearest inquisitor of the ordos xenos, your first charge has been acquitted by this council. We shall move onto the second charge then. The abandonment of duty and if the corruption, loss of tithe, and devestation caused by the damned traitor Xi Jingping is your responsibility. As well as your plan to restore operational function to the foundries, manufactorums, and ammo production centers of Chyna Secundus for the honor of the Imperial Tithe." >the Cadian Lord General picks his head up at this for it is his biggest concern and the main reason i included him on this council of judgement >my as well in all honesty >i care little for tech heresy, likely from my upbringing during the great crusade >but restoring the manufactorums and supplies the sector and the imperium at large desperately need is paramount>i should also find someone who can transfer the necron to the ordos xenos>i look to my left and right subtly >Inquistor Roshi on one side, The Rogue trader on the other >...>ill cross that bridge later
>>97784902>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">be driving a staff car to one the marketplaces in Hive Kong>Tam is sitting beside me in the passenger seat... Lil' Tom is laying down in the back>wait?>why do is smell Lho-stick smoke?>look behind me...>my nephew is smoking a Lho-stick...>I hit the brakes on the car and reach to the back of the car...>then grab the Lho-stick from my nephew mouth and toss it out "What the Throne Lil' Tom! If my sister finds out you're smoking these, she will rip my fething head off!">the kid just mumbles something under his breath>I pretend not to have heard him...>kids these days...>Tiny Tam looks at me with concern>I apologize for the outburst and give her head pats for putting the staff car back in drive>we arrive at the marketplace without further incident... thank the Emperor>after parking and locking up the staff car we make our way into the market proper>it's surprisingly busy given that war consumed this city just days ago... >now with that in mind... there are a couple bullet holes here and there>but they are well hidden behind paper lanterns and banners, both bearing the likeness of local saints, imperial aquilas, and the like>that aside... it looks like a normal festival on any other world... people, families especially, are genuinely enjoying themselves>as though there was no war going on just days ago...>I turn my nephew and Tiny Tam..."Alright you two.. what do you want to do first, get a nice dinner or buy a few souvenirs?"I know this pic isn't exactly 40K, but its the best I can find to represent the marketplace...
>>97787098>>97787023>>97786367>be "grey knight libri studiosus">actually be spencer of the who cares >thankfully maximum fuck has been retired after a "successful" rescue mission >i believe the angry marines are still stomping around the lower hives of Chyna so ill leave that to when the rest of their chapter returns to pick them up >who knows when that is>i feel stuffed in this stupid grey knight outfit again >but since Roshi got called to do his fucking job (or lie, i really dont know if he was one before the sect) >with the strange archeotech fuckery in the sky we're stuck here so the Lord Inquisitor was called to serve on the trial>obviously he resembles a lord inquistor as much as i resemble a tau in a dress so i we had to fix a few things to not get "inquisitioned" ourselves>he needed a retinue >so he got me >and Priscilla sadly >she's in a "borrowed" sister of battle outfit the sect had on hand for its agents >one Order "Monacha Lesbiana">old man practically exploded when i informed him of what suits the grey knight ship in orbit had >i managed to threaten him out of the repentia outfit >i stand behind him at his place in the council and look threatening >or bored >the wonderful thing about helmets is that you can just say nothing and let the mask do the glaring>but im more than a little pissed about the delay in leaving >and moreso than that concerned about the ACTUAL inquisitor who just showed up>I should go over there and see what exactly he knows>but im stuck being a grey knight, they arnt exactly social >i cite one war of shame as proof of their autism and its consequences>soooooo>i look to Priscilla>every fiber of my being screams this is a bad idea>but i really need to know if im about to be in a room of hostiles for some inquisitor's "gotcha, look how smart i am" moment>surely she can just walk across a room and subtly question someone to see if they're onto us right?>right? >RIGHT?
>>97787023>>97787098>>97788413>Be Kong Qiu>The first charge has been acquitted by the council mostly due to how co-operative I and Zhoubi have been in the manner of Xenos>The next charge is dereliction of duty and if said dereliction resulted in the disruptions and corruption caused under Xi Jingping's watch>As well as what my plans will be to restore the Manufactorums, foundries and ammo production to full function>I can at least clear the dereliction of duty"I became High Hierarch at 14 when my father passed away. Knowing I was still young and inexperienced in both the nature of political intrigue and of personal faith">This is true, father had passed away suddenly I suspect a political plot now but at the time I was in grief"As such in order to go on my pilgrimage to find those answers of personal faith and how best to lead I invoked ràng wèi, a Chynese law that states a High Hierarch may invoke if they believe they are unfit to serve as High Hierarch. They then must select a successor or put it up for the Hierarchs to elect, I chose my uncle as he had more experience in the political landscape then I. Very few High Hierarchs have ever invoked it, from what I can recall I am the fifth High Hierarch to have done so. I however came to find out that during my pilgrimage my uncle had been assassinated by Xi Jingping via being drowned in one of the Forbidden Palace's many garden ponds">I let this sink in, I'm using a local law and not an Imperial wide law so it might not matter>I know an Arbitrator of the Arbites might have ignored the local law but I am not sure how Axum will interpret it>Now for my plan to industrialisation "As for my plan to get our facilities back up and running. To keep tithes going I propose that Manufactorums 2 and 3 which ordinarily produce armour and weapons for the Heishou should export those products out to other guard regiments, mainly in the carapace armour used by the Wŭ, Chŏu and Yín and the various guns of all packs"
>>97788566"I also wish to bring in more workers from the displaced Hives into the Manufactorums with the promise of shelter and community. Even abhumans should be brought into the work force with the idea that we all work in social harmony thanks to our faith in The Jade Emperor. It might be difficult but I believe with everyone in it together under our Emperor's eternal gaze we can bring honour to the Imperium. A testament of humanity's resilience against the darkness">Maybe it is a bit too flowery and hopefully but hope is what Chyna Secondus needs
>>97785711>>97786367>>97786814>>97787023>>97787098>>97788413>>97788566>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader>This trail is verging on the preposterous>Rubbish about the Necron>To be turned over to the inquisition >Like I would let that happen>As if>Retaining a xenos is one of my many privileges>One which I am prepared to use if necessary>But I think will consult my barrister first>Now, what else is there>One of those grey space marines who dumped that inquisitor in my hands is here>But that isn't important>Commander Axum'Kaleb acquits him on the first account>Good>Then he moves on to the second charge>One for which I have an enquiry "Lord Kong Qiu, if what you say is true, and you left behind governance in the hands of your uncle, wouldn't that make the accession of Xi illegitimate, and by extension, his entire government as well?">If he answers in the affirmative, he can't be blamed for Xi>His uncle might, but if he stepped down and left before Xi ever entered the picture he is innocent
>>97788566>>97788635>Be Kong Qiu>Whilst Axum and the others take in my answer the Rogue Trader asks another>"Lord Kong Qiu, if what you say is true, and you left behind governance in the hands of your uncle, wouldn't that make the accession of Xi illegitimate, and by extension, his entire government as well?">Ah that>This is where the difficulties of Chynese politics comes in>I am unaware if my Uncle ever named his successor>My brother potentially could have been named but he was killed by Zetian during their fall over the relic she held"If a High Hierarch dies without an heir they have named then the role of High Hierarch is put into an election by the council of Hierarchs. I am unaware if my Uncle ever named his successor as I was on the pilgrimage, though judging from the rise of Xi Jingping he must have kept it hidden from the other Hierarchs at the time. Seeing as Xi was comprised by the Arch Enemy from your reports, I suspect he had made sure he came out as favourable in the elections by using various methods of compulsion as well as hiding away what could have connected him with my Uncle's murder">I suspect this might not be good enough but seeing as Lord Peregrine witnessed Xi's body being used as a way for a greater daemon to burst into real space>Especially a greater daemon of Tzeentch who is all about scheming and guile >It should boost my case of Xi having used underhanded methods to rise in the first place>Even if he used my Uncle not having named a successor to his advantage
>>97788635>>97788566>>97788769>>97788413>>97787098>Be Commander Axum'Kaleb>this trial is becoming more complex >the rogue trader makes a fair point about the illegitimacy of Xi's rule but i have to put my foot down here "Lord Bannerman, while Xi's rule may have or may not have been illegitimate, the fact is that it happened, the trial must determine if Lord Kong Qiu's choice to go on his pilgrimage was the cause of the devestation that was wrought on the manufactorums and the ability of this world to provide its tithe." >i look to Kong Qiu "the question i would then pose to you Hierarch, is was your uncle of sound mind and body enough to be given the mantle of responsibility of high heirarch? if so then i can abide the law you invoke, however the tithe is above all the greatest duty of a planetary governor, If you were elected to take the position do you believe you would have faired better against Xi's machinations and assassination attempts given you recognized the threat of the man?" >its not an easy question given that if he honestly believe he could have then the devestation returns back to him>that said"as for your planning to utilize the displaced hives and abhumans to restore the tithe first and foremost i see no arguements against such an argument. Though do you believe the tech priests of this world are able to restore production to such a level quickly enough?" >i look to the Metalica and Armonk's representive>this is much a powerplay to see how they react as much as it is to see if Lord Kong Qiu puts his full trust into the tech priests of his world >if i could hammer out some agreement its possible the tech heresy issue might be easier to overcome if the admech could be trusted to keep an eye on each other >or it might get worse>ill have to see how both parties react
>>97788801>>97788769>Be Kong Qiu>The discussion of Xi's reign is stamped down on for now by Axum>He wants to determine if my pilgrimage has lead to the devastation first and foremost>Which is when he turns to me>"the question i would then pose to you Hierarch, is was your uncle of sound mind and body enough to be given the mantle of responsibility of high heirarch? if so then i can abide the law you invoke, however the tithe is above all the greatest duty of a planetary governor, If you were elected to take the position do you believe you would have faired better against Xi's machinations and assassination attempts given you recognized the threat of the man?">My uncle was old yes but still very resilient in terms of his mind>Even if he might have abused Zetian whilst I was away"Yes my Uncle was sound of both mind and body as such I thought he would be fit for the role of High Hierarch. Had I not been born I am certain my father would have chosen him as successor when the time came. As for how I would have faired against Xi? As mentioned before I was 14 at the time I became High Hierarch, Xi who was significantly older then me by a few decades would have surely used my naivety of youth to his advantage. So no my Lord I do not believe that I could in good faith say I would have faired better">The next part is if I have faith in the tech priests of Chyna Secondus being able to restore our factorums quickly enough"I believe our tech priests can restore production lines quickly, they have done so for thousands of years. Though I must also acknowledge the reality of the wars devastation as such I am open to any offers of assistance from any other mechanicus representatives as I am sure we can figure out some sort of arrangements"
>>97788950>>97788801>be Techpriest and representative of mars Steve>the space marine captain has put forward the idea of us working along side the Chyna tech priests to restore operations to this world >they both look at me >i have to mute my aux for an embarrassing 4.2 seconds while my refurbished stomach handles the oil reflux quietly >i really really hope i look more introspective than ill >I clear my audio systems and speak"t-the lord archmagos Armonk, holy is he. is currently conducting studies of the archeotech in the rad sea in addition to the search for the missing STC backup disk i would propose one of the hives be labeled a mechanicus site for planetary restoration..." >i look around to see how anyone reacts before i realize metalica is looking at me"A-AND of course it could be a joint process while the honorable ark mechanicus of Metalica sees to the remains of the g-god engine...for proper b-burial and honoring for its duty during the war for Chyna" >im grateful for the red robes because it hides sweat well>as i hope this appeases the Commander and rest of the council >Archmagos Armonk wouldnt say not to making the megalith a holy site (after hes done with it of course)>i try to sit a little straighter as i think about the fact this wasnt the worst job i could have done >progress >think confident steve>confidentTHE AUDIO SYSTEM MACHINE SPIRIT OF A VOX SYSTEM CAN BE SUMMONED USING THE RITE OF "HEYSIRI" >i quickly remute my vox system and revert to trying to put my stc twitches to binary >dang it
>>97788293>be tiny tam >Lt Tom caught Lil' Tom smoking!>things are werid with him right now >i dont want them to be but id be an idiot to not get why >i mean i kinda just popped out of nowhere on candlemass got recruited to the regiment and now im related to Lt Tom >maybe i can talk to him tonight >"Alright you two.. what do you want to do first, get a nice dinner or buy a few souvenirs?">FOOD>MAKING UP WITH MY COUSIN CAN WAIT IVE ONLY EATEN RATIONS THIS ENTIRE DEPLOYMENT>AND BEFORE THEN I WAS A STARVING ORPHAN "FOOD!">i feel my face go red at the blurt out but i surpress it>ive never eaten a real meal before and it take the warp itself to stop me from enjoying it now!>be Lil Tom >tsk>talking about my mom like i dont know what she'd say>well she's not on deployment so why are you giving me flak "mr amasec">i keep most of that down to a single mutter but i decide to get some fuming in while we walk >its not that im really pissed at anyone in particular >its just been a hard deployment >and maybe im a little jealous of Tam, sure>but thats ALL it is>no lingering issues about us suddenly being related at all>no im just jealous of the starving orphan psyker who is constantly on the edge of a breakdown from the voices in her head and her ability to regen most wounds at great physical pain >...>...>God Emperor's fluffy tail im a tool >i should apologize >i dont really know how to granted >and i should talk to Lt Tom about that officer paperwork >the winterguard doesn't really have a whiteshield unit >its why we mostly get assigned to wherever Lt Tom's unit is >maybe thats why im so frustrated >i need a calling >ill think about it during the fireworks tonight >i dont blame Tam for not knowing what they are >most of the time on Nordica II sounds of explosions means run for the trenches >i run my thumb over my dad's tags one final time as i follow the group towards one of the food vendors
>>97784512Steve/forsaken anondid we ever do that ork world thread?that might be fun to do around orktober or maybe earlier depending on how these threads go something less world building and more just actiony
>>97788635>>97788769>>97788801>>97789233>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader>Damn Space Marine>If I wasn't born with a damn good amount of common sense I would have given him a taste of my swagger stick>Apparently, a 14 year old going on a pilgrimage is grounds for treason>A fourteen year old human can barely think for himself, what do you expect would've happened had he remained on his post?>Then again, the old saying about Astartes still holds true>Boys in power armour, never able to truly grow up>Now, I am what might be called a senior citizen>But I remember the follies of my own youth quite well>The force commander inquires about Kong's plans to restore production>Kong answers in the affirmative on both accounts>Then that tech-priest Armonk send down speaks>You know, for someone who most likely removed a good chunk of his nerves, that man seems to be on the verge of a nervous breakdown>That, or he is completely and utterly out of his depth with this sort of thing>The pipe tobacco has ran out, and as evening approaches, I switch to cigars>Well unfortunately for all parties involved, (except me) industrial accidents are a common occurrence here, are they not?>Be Colonel McArthain>By Bonnie Prince Sangy, this factory's a richt steer.>Ponsonby-Bannerman gied me some shite fags>An' aboot fourteen melta-charges.>We're meant tae sprinkle them aboot,>Set the melta-bombs on a timer, an' blaw the place tae smithereens>Seein' as it's a place filled wi' promethium, it should be a doddle>Mak' it look like a smokin' accident>Especial the upper floors>Thae's whaur ye'll find aa the research.>By the time we're back at the array, this place'll be a crater>Or just a lump o' melty steel and slag,>Wha kens?>As we come back tae base, somethin' in the distance gangs boom>a thochtless Chynese smoker, mair than like>Objective one's been achieved, noo tae find that tank depot
>>97789704>>97789233>>97788950>>97788801>Be Commander Axum'Kaleb>most of the council seems rather confused about my questioning>i suppose my time a neophyte rather hardened me to the struggles of the average imperial youth >but i hardly thought the question was unfair given he be surrounded by aids and teachers at the time >but the council IS here to offer their opinion>the admech seem pleased with access to one of the hives as a foundry temple to reclaim the pieces of their titan, the mysteries of the archeotech and the remnants of the STC systems left on the planet >the Lord General and Rogue trader seem pleased with his planning >in fact the rogue trader seems too pleased>...>I raise my hand for silence"since the council has informed me that pilgrimages of this sort are not unheard of for planetary governors and all parties involved seems pleased with your plans i will declare the charges of desertion of duty of planetary governorship, acquitted through acts of service." >thats the second charge dropped now for the last>if it were up to me we be done here, but the Metalica and Mechanicus insisted"now we are brought to the charges of tech heresy. The Archmagos and Tech priests of the Metalica delegation wish to discern if the Heishou are tech heresy of the human form, as well as the incident of the Sweeper form servitors and the risk they pose to an already beleaguered Chyna Secundus, given their susceptibility to the works of the arch enemy. Reports from my Forgemaster Ta'Shawn report tainted Heishou and one of the royal dragon guards were responsible for the surge of warp energy that aided the siegeing daemon forces. At the same time i must admit that one Colonel Lei Guo showed great courage during the attack on the megalith. Can you offer assurances to the tech priests of holy mars that the basis of these troops are not daemonic in nature?">so long as its nothing too hertical then i can let the tech priests argue it out and wipe my hands of it
>>97788950>>97789233>>97789704>>97789917>Be Kong Qiu>Another charge dropped>The Mechanicus are on board with my suggestions and I cannot deny them access to their destroyed titan>Such engines of war are venerated for good reason>Now for the final charge>The Mechanicus want answers on the Sweepers, Heishou and of Zetian and the Măo with her"I shall differ the subject of the technologies to Xu-225-Fu for this, I can only comment on the Heishou at the pylons. Yes one of the Heishou from the Chén branch known as The Black Dragon was there having been corrupted by the Arch Enemy, she had managed to order half of the Măo branch stationed at the pylons to her cause but I can assure you they were dealt with not only by the Măo still loyal but the Angry Marines as well. I would like to note the Angry Marines did the exact same thing of killing the Heishou during our push back against the Arch enemy besieging Hive Bei'Jing. But seeing as its the Angry Marines I am not willing to test any of our lucks in putting in a complaint about it">I see the Yŏu Heishou in the stands are furious>Xu-225-Fu steps forward, the Magos Biologis clearing his throat"I can assure my compatriots of Holy Mars that the Heishou are merely soldiers utilising drugs similar to how a penal legion will be administered frenzon, in this case the drug takes the form of the transformative bolus. With the exception of the Chén, the other 11 use these boluses to bolster their strengths. I would go in depth further but I'd prefer to give my compatriots a tour of Manufactorum 1 to see how its made. In short it is not daemonic in nature but rather biological.">Xu-225-Fu gesticulates as he speaks, the proud Magos biologis enjoying the movements of his muscles 1
>>97790098>Xu continues"In regards to the Sweepers, they are merely a form of servitor designed for cleaning up the streets of Hive cities during the midnight hours. As such they operate more like a combat servitor then a worker one. Ordinarily their programming has them stay clear of residential buildings however something seemed to have gone wrong with the coding. We are currently investigating it and as such will not develop anymore Sweepers until such code is fixed. As for their more mutated appearances later on? I would assume something invited the Arch Enemy in and seeing as Servitors lack any will to fight back mentally they were used as vessels for the Arch Enemy">This is true, regrettably Servitors were once humans and as such are still susceptible to the works of the Arch Enemy>I personally do not wish to see them used ever again but if Xu must in order to appease the Mechanicus >Then so be it>Perhaps new parameters can be added into them when their coding is being repaired>But it all depends on what Xu and the Mechanicus ultimately decide upon with the Sweeper programme>I suspect the first lot will see the charges reduced but the question of the Chén will be different>Something that is restricted even to the Hierarchs>From what I remember only the Magos Biologis, Hierarch of Faith and High Hierarch are granted access to the creation of the Chén>I suspect that will be included within the tour Xu has proposed>Then again no new Chén have been produced since the Red, Blue and Black Dragons of the Chén
>>97790163>>97789917>>97789704>>97789233>be me>Hierarch #3>attending the trial of Kong Qiu, former High Hierarch and the would-be heir to Chyna Secundus>The trial is to determine whether or not he has committed heresy upon his return>And he is GUILTY>Yet somehow, through deception or guile he seems to be convincing the assembled representatives of his innocence>but not me>I see him for what he is>A treacherous, manipulative, insidious, traitor to the Imperium and the Jade Emperor>A heretic who has used the enemy and their tools to further his own aims>Which is remaking this planet in his image>But the prosecution seems like they will acquit him of all charges>This is unacceptable>I will not let him get away with the crimes that he has committed>I will be pleasing in the eyes of the Jade Emperor>The chief prosecutor is one of the Salamander's for Jade Emperor's sake, and the angry marines aren't even here>Stand up from my seat"Assembled council! I must PROTEST!">The room goes silent and looks at me but I continue uninterrupted"Where is your justice? Is this a court of the Imperium, or of the Tau?">Several shocked mutters, but nobody speaks out so far"The accused stands before us accused of heresy of the most severe degree. And we are AQUITTING HIM. THIS IS AN OUTRAGE.">There are more murmurs, and some among the crowd are telling me to shut up or cheering me on"Have we forgotten our most basic lessons? 'Nobody is innocent, there are merely varying levels of guilt.' Assembled Hierarchs and Lords, I demand that this farce of a trial be put on hold. Kong Qiu has consorted with xenos, his return precipitated the near destruction of a world he abandoned, and the heresy that has spread since he returned is severe.
>>97790557"Have we forgotten that his consort, a childhood friend, was corrupted too? She had all but become a daemon, and, according to my reports, instead of slaying her, he was aided by her! What more proof of his guilt do you want? 'The difference between heresy and treachery is ignorance' - So says the thought for the day. I read and remember the scripture, given to us by the Jade Emperor so long ago. Have all of you forgotten it?>There are shouts of outrage now, and I suspect the Space Marines are looking at me unfavourably, but I do not fear them, only the judgement of the Jade Emperor."If you can confront the xenos, look upon the xenos, even think upon the xenos, without revulsion, then you are as damned as they.""Prove me wrong, assembled lords! Refute the ancient scriptures that have kept us safe from the xenos and heretics for generations! It does not matter of Kong Qiu meant to aid this world or not. It only matters if he is guilty, and my lords, HE IS GUILTY! Deny it all you want, but I, I will not! I will not stand idly by while this court makes excuses for the most severe heresy and affront to the very existence of the Jade Emperor.">I sit back down as the court erupts into chaos. I do not fear, for The Emperor asks only that you hate, and hate I do.
>>97789704>>97785566>be Biophagus He Jiankui>my my >Manufactorm 13 just blew up >thats...>fortuitous>well never look a gift abhuman in the mouth >i gather the remaining brood brothers and we "deploy the pdf">to secure the space port>not that i mind a little excursion >let the chaos unfolding be enough to escape>i considered sending the brood brothers to cause chaos on my behalf but i will need test subjects wherever i go next after all be a waste to simply discard them when im so low on fresh materials as is >i do wonder if chaos is responsible for this or not...>ah well, even if they are i lucked out with "passable" brood brothers rather than my custom hiver squads >though i will miss them, they were some fine work
>>97783595>>97782135>>97789704>be Scion Mingmo >the ground rumbles for a moment in the underhive >the portents read true then the rogue trader is trying to cover his tracks for what he's taking >naughty naughty >though i suppose not out of the ordinary for rogue traders >i finish explaining the plan to Zheng Yi Sow>chaff hardly worth the effort, but it would be useful to gather more forces for lord Galmon >and she fits that lovely discription of those he wishes to gather >those who serve the gods yet maintain their sense of self >not like those who blindly serve and buckle when their faith is challenged but those with drive, fury, and demand>those who take what they are truly owed >this one>MIGHT>fit that description>she's not impressed me nor Epherstein based on his files of her>but there is a chance to test her >Ephersteins "final surprise">not earth shaking mind you rather a final fuck you he never got around to finishing>in between trying to get the megalith operational and supplying the various cults with supplys, there was a perticular cult he wanted deeper connections with>one Mago Baoyuanfeng of the Gooners Dark mechanicum >in particular their corrupted machine spirit techniques >as my forces tore through the megalith i had my special glitchlings look around the place for any documents >one caught my eye>"as per your order we have tainted the machine spirits of [one battalion] of Leman Russ tanks">i suppose he spread rumors of a missing tank depot hoping someone would find them then release them all at once onto the defenders>but sadly either command never cared>or whoever was in charge of finding them did a very very poor job>i absentmindedly roll a bug between my fingers as i read its intestines, as i confirm my earlier readings from Grandfather Nurgle>future readings are more tzeentch's realm>but Nurgle sees the present, especially moments of great death yet to come>and someone is about to find that daemonic tank depot...
>>97789465>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">be with Tiny Tam and Lil' Tom at the marketplace partaking in the victory celebrations>Tiny Tam exclaims that she wants to get food first>honestly, this the most excited I have ever seen her...>maybe I don't entirely suck at this being a father thing>the first stand we go up to is serving these roasted tentacles on skewers >yeah no... I've seen too many slaaneshi heretics to ever consider eating tentacles...>okay moving on!>the next is serving something a lot more appetizing! >the sign reads "Grox Meat Baozi" lunch boxes, 1 Throne >these Baozi seem to be some sort of steamed bun...>I buy each of us one of these "lunch boxes" and some canned Ploin juice>the "lunch boxes" are these card-paper boxes with four of these grox-baozi and a large portion of rice>we set down to eat on one of the park benches >Tam just starts tearing into the food like some starved Cyber-Mastiff >I take a bite from one of my own Grox Baozi...>Throne... these are pretty damn good...>probably the best thing I ate since getting deployed to Nordica II>the only thing I ever look forward to eating on that ice ball are the special candlemas rations...>I look to both my daughter and nephew enjoying there dinners>this is the happiest I have felt in too damn long
>be Imperial ace pilot Aquila-13, leader of the "Yellow Tails">be with my squadron on shore leave...>we pull up to one of the local bars in our ground car>turns out we are far from the only ones that decided to on shore leave...>this bar is packed with both of duty PDF, Imperial Guardsmen, and some other Navy personnel>when we approach the entrance, I have sidestep to my right to make way for a Cadian trooper stumbling outside>he is completely wasted and vomits the contents of his gut on to the pavement behind us>as we enter the pub, it is packed...>all but a few seats are taken up by guard trooper, PDF or navy men>to our left at one of the tables is a squad of Cadians... a drunkenly singing one of the hymns of the lost home world...>a couple PDF troopers are at the bar to our right are already passed out>by the rear exit is some kid... probably a war orphan playing a harmonica >he has an empty "Slab Ration" can at his feet that he is using to collect spare Thrones from the patrons...>we find the last empty table at the rear of the pub>we summon one of the bar maids and order a round of Raenka for the squadron>the new guy Aquila-2 seems nervous..."What?! have you never been drinking before kid?">he shakes his head>well... I guess we are fixing that>the bar maid comes back with our drinks>the kid seems hesitant to even touch his glass...>I share a look with Aquila-11 and give a nod>the mad bastard grins at that>I hold the kid down in his seat while Aquila-11 produces a funnel from is flight jacket>Aquila-6 and Aquila-8 knowing what is about to occur start chanting"GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO!">Aquila-11 then proceeds to poor the entire shot of Raenka down the kid's gullet >when it's all over and we let him go, he takes a gasp of air>clearly thinking he has something to prove he orders another...
>>97790557>>97790098>>97789917>>97789704>>97789233>be Commander Axum'Kaleb >well>this is new >i had expected arguments against my judgement of course but from the archmagos or Lord General >his sending of a tech priest was his mistake i was happy to allow things to play out for the betterment of Chyna Secundus >if that meant executing Kong Qiu so be it but i had faith in the hierarchs plan >i slam the thunderhammer "fire of knowledge" down >there is still some spark in it after all as it cracks loudly with power>the room quiets as the roar of a thunder hammer is rather hard to argue over >i will see to repairing the hammer when we are back aboard the ship of course"your fervor is impressive, Hierarch but allow me to ask a simple question..." >i get up "where were you?">i step forward towards the seat in the crowd "Where were you during the battles for this world? I'm sure with your fiery passion, you were in the front lines inspiring the PDF, correct?">i take another step forward as hierarchs scramble to get out of the way "or perhaps you were leading evac efforts for the population? during the bombardment of my brothers during our first deployment. Given the words of the Emperor remind us to not abandon our vigilance nor training of the pdf">i step even closer, i crush one seat into cheap splinter wood but my helm never leaves the hierarch "or perhaps you were with US during the long siege of this hive city when i lost entire squads of my brothers to the warp energys of the enemy, protecting the very nobles in this room who would QUESTION MY JUDGEMENT" >i lean in close"so again i ask you, "honorable lord hierarch", Where Were You?" >i stand up"You will not undermine my authority in this trial again, or I will have you executed for interrupting the authority of the Lord Commander himself, whose powers as son of the 'jade emperor' supersede your ancient scriptures."
>>97788413(1/2)>Be Priscilla, Least Fortunate Woman in the Galaxy>Be stuck attending the trial of Kong Qiu because apparently the perverted “maybe an Inquisitor and/or maybe an Alpha Legion agent” named Roshi needed a fake retinue, and whoever he works for couldn’t spare anyone else but me and Spencer >That seems like bullshit, perhaps a more likely explanation is that Spencer simply didn’t want me out of his sight in case I got kidnapped again >So that is why I am here dressed in a Sister of Battle uniform, trying to stay awake >Roshi of course wanted me dressed as a Repentia, or a Death Cult assassin, or any of one of the dozens of other organizations in the Imperium where the women don’t wear much >Good thing for all of us that he didn’t win that argument with Spencer. I don’t have the fanaticism and the panache to pull that look off convincingly, not ever, but particularly not now >I am still recovering from a fractured skull, losing multiple layers of skin from sensitive parts of my body, and Roshi’s rather questionable medical skills >I couldn’t really care less about the trial, and I hope to never set foot on this planet again, but I do listen to parts of it >The fact that Kong consorts with a Xenos is enough to get most men killed, and the Sweepers and Heishou definitely seem potentially heretical to me. I have heard of even Planetary Governors being executed for far less, but with the right backing from radicals within the Inquisition, Mechanicus, and sometimes even the Munitorum or Ministorum, I have heard of Planetary Governors, or even Provincial Governors getting away with far worse, particularly out here on the frontier of civilization >I suspect this trial will come down to the ideological leanings of the jury rather than the laughable notion that the Imperium holds its Governors to a consistent standard
>>97791754(2/2)>I get a message from Spencer telling me I should go talk to the other Inquisitor to see what he knows >Knows about what?>I still don’t really know who Spencer works for, he seems too dense to be an Alpha Legionnaire, and too forgiving to be Inquisition >And I know even less of what to make of Roshi. I could easily see him as a secret Slaaneshi, but he does seem to have some idea of what role to fill in this trial, so I suppose it is possible he is just a very eccentric Inquisitor>Who is concerned about another Inquisitor due to the usual ideological differences >Or perhaps Roshi is a corrupted Inquisitor, the very worse kind of person >Or maybe Roshi is the loyalist, and Ayin the heretic, how typical of Spencer not to brief me on such an important detail >I shake my head subtly to indicate to Spencer that I am not getting involved in whatever the hell this is>I see the Inquisitor Ayin heading my way >Fuck >I might just get stuck in a hellishly terrifying conversation after all
>>97785672>>97791761>Be Captain Willard>The trial has exploded out somewhat>A Hierarch pops off about how much this trial is a farce and how Kong Qiu is a heretic for consorting with aliens and not executing a heretic when he should have>Ayin's face turns into a frown seems as if he has to somewhat agree with the Hierarch>At the same time he appears to be conflicted on it>Then he spots a badly beaten woman>He heads over to her as do I>He lowers his voice as not to disturb the trial"Are you the one they call Priscilla? If so then congratulations on living for as long has you have. I am Lord Inquisitor Ayin, but you already knew that, so I'll ask. Do the Sect know of a heretic named Galmon's activities?"
>>97790163>>97790557>>97791735>Be Kong Qiu>As Xu finishes up one of the Hierarchs rises up and gives his thoughts on the trial>He calls it a disgrace to Imperial justice>Screaming of how I must be executed for willingly working with Zhoubi without pure utter disgust>Then he brings up Zetian>Likening her to a daemon of the warp itself>I feel my heart sink remembering the last time we saw each other >When she went through the portal with the foul Vashtorr>Axum silences the outrage of all with the slam of his thunder hammer>I will admit it did help ease the pain of reminiscing >Lord Axum thanks the Hierarch for his input>Before he begins to tear into him about his own actions or rather inactions >All phrased in a questioning manner to determine if said Hierarch has done those things >Axum then finishes up by standing up and cementing his authority in the matter of the trial>Zhoubi and Xu look over to me and then back to Axum and the council>I should speak at least get something cleared up"I was not aided by my former childhood friend my Lord. She and her heretic allies were at the pylons to prevent my plan of activating them so they could engage in their own plans. Whilst yes I did not kill her with my staff I did kill her with my words, ones she could not refute in an argument. When the lies of the Arch Enemy stood before me I did not yield to them even if said words came from my friend and lover">I exhale"But if it must be that I am to die then so be it. Ultimately judgement will come from the Angels of Death, creations of our divine Jade Emperor. I only hope if I am to die that you find a High Hierarch who will do their very best to keep the best interests of tithes flowing and the people of Chyna Secondus in mind"
>>97786974>>97791962>>97791890>>97791735>>97790557>be Glorious Leader Un Jong Kim>One of the hierarchs has stood up and denounced the entire trial as a sham>Which complicates things somewhat>Because truthfully he's not wrong>If this were up to anyone other than a son of vulkan there wouldn't even be a trial at all>I quietly ask one my my aides to get me a report on this "Hierarch #3">He returns swiftly with the data-slate>Ah, that is quite interesting>His son turned traitor during the initial uprising >And he has been looking for him since in vain>Not something he can outwardly admit, especially after Lord Axum's outburst>It is unlikely he will be able to overturn the leanings of the trial anyway>And I doubt he will goad Lord Axum into executing him on the spot>But it is a Kim family policy to never leave anything to chance>that's why we servitorised the entire hive and stockpiled enough nukes to exterminatus the planet>so even if he is cowed by Lord Axum'Kaleb, I can't risk him disturbing the crowd again>Call back my aide and get him to bring up a list of mercenaries on the planet>And send a quiet messenger to the Rogue Trader asking if he has anyone he can spare>If I'm lucky there might even be an Imperial Assassin on the planet, this is rather an important world after all...
>>97786757>>97786809>>97786843>be Archmagos Armonk>This foul xenos is actually speaking gothic and claiming this facility was to keep that anomaly near the blackstone field at bay>Also says that the off button is the rightmost one>Tempted to press the left one just to spite it>But I did keep the part of my brain that has a self-preservation instinct>And the translation software is done and says that the right one does turn it off>So I had no need to rely on the xenos anyway, I could have figured it out on my own>Dutifully press the button and hear a humming in the background grow lower until it dies out>About to turn around and obliterate the eldar when my tech priests say that more of the facility has opened up now that the power has been redirected>It goes deep into the planet and is a maze of tunnel systems, hallways big enough for titans, and flooded corridors>And they can't read any of the signs>The translation software isn't working>Look back at the Eldar"What else do you know of this facility?">Also send a message to the tech-marine through the noosphere01010011 01101000 01101111 01101111 01110100 00100000 01101001 01110100 01110011 00100000 01101100 01100101 01100111 01110011 00100000 01110111 01101000 01100101 01101110 00100000 01110111 01100101 00100000 01101110 01101111 00100000 01101100 01101111 01101110 01100111 01100101 01110010 00100000 01101110 01100101 01100101 01100100 00100000 01101001 01110100 00101100 00100000 01001001 00100000 01110111 01100001 01101110 01110100 00100000 01100001 00100000 01101100 01101001 01110110 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01110011 01110000 01100101 01100011 01101001 01101101 01100101 01101110 00100000 01100001 01110011 00100000 01100001 00100000 01110100 01100101 01110011 01110100 00100000 01110011 01110101 01100010 01101010 01100101 01100011 01110100
>>97786809>>97792253>Be Prince Aerendil>Your kind tries too hard, metal mon-keigh>Ridding yourself of the flesh won't rid you of your flaws>I sense things he would much rather keep hidden>Curiosity, ambition, and a trace of envy against a colleague>Obviously, he is planning to dispose of me as soon as he no longer needs me>I have trod that path before, and needless to say I did anticipate it somewhat>Which why I have been eyeing a chasm in this room>It is deep enough to dissapear in, undeep enough for me to break my fall>The facility starts to rumble and shake>Ah, the vaults of yore are opening, yet no treasures were stored here>Twas a prison after all, not a treasury>Then the Archmagos turns back to me>"What else do you know of this facility?">Enough that in three, two, one...>Something loud starts blaring and screeching >Time to do an Eldar leave (Leaving without saying goodbye)>Jump into the chasm>Will he follow me?>No, he's too bulky>Will he chase me?>Oh yes, most definitely>But I have an headstart>And I know where to go>Now then, to find the nearest exit>Or portal, I am not picky
>>97789704>>97789917>>97790098>>97790557>>97791735>>97791962>>97792139>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader>Hahahahaha! Now that's a good showing!>All the battlefields in the galaxy and yet a legal battle proves itself the most entertaining of all>Just when you think it'll all be smooth sailing some bloke steps up and starts screeching about justice>Then the Force Commander starts ripping into him verbaly>As expected of a son of Vulkan I suppose>Still, another distraction soon pops it's head>Dinner!>My men bring me my dinner on trolley, roasted hare in garlic>As well as beverages of a great variety: Port, sherry, and brandy>I have glasses distributed to the other councilers>A dram of the proper spirits will clear the mind>A messenger from the other side of the table approaches me>Concerning a son absconded, matters of expedience, and the preclusion of chance>Hmmmm, I suppose the tanks can wait, they're not going anywhere>Send a runner to my private voxcast, to instruct McArthain>Then I wishper back to the messenger"Tell your lord that I have people on ground looking for this prodigal son. Now, would he prefer sherry, port, or brandy?"
>>97790557>>97791735>>97791962>>97792139>>97792402>be Hierarch #3>the space marine towers over me, and I cannot help but shake, but I will not back down>A coward’s only reward is to live in fear another day.>my son escaped justice>but this heretic will not, so long as I draw breath!>look up at the space marine"H-he who allows the alien to live shares in its crime of existence. For which the punishment is death. Would you slay me for reciting the very creed you live by?">I turn away from him and gesture to the assembled hierarchs>Partially out of fear, and partially to prove I don't fear him"Forgiveness is a sign of weakness! Are we to allow the heresies of Kong Qiu to be forgiven? Are we to ignore that he has admitted, to all present, that he willingly consorted with xenos? Am I to be silenced for quoting from the Imperial Creed, as given to us by the Jade Emperor himself?">The court erupts in a fury of whispers, and I know that at least some hold my side"Look at this noble son of Vulkan, who would execute me for daring to question his leniency on a man accused of the vilest heresy imaginable! Does the irony not strike you, fellow hierarchs? Is this what we are to be subjected to under the rule of Kong Qiu, a tyranny enforced by his sycophantic guards!? By the Jade Emperor's Throne, what crimes must this traitor commit before he is condemned!?">Shudder, and sit back down in my seat, and look at the Space Marine"Slay me if you wish, Commander, but know that you will not silence me so long as I live. Consorting with xenos is treachery, and it is my duty to abhor and hate the traitor, for Only in Death Does Duty End.">I close my eyes to await his judgement
>>97792139>>97791962>>97791735>>97792402>>97792615>Be un Jong Kim>This is really starting to get out of hand>If Hierarch #3 doesn't stop inciting the other hierarchs we might have a brawl in the court room>The idiot doesn't seem to realise that shooting everyone who disagrees with you is exactly how this planet is run>Well, at least Best Joseon is, Kong Qiu seems like he has different ideas>In any case, Kong seems unbothered by the fact he might actually be condemned to death, while the hierarch seems equally calm about insulting a Space Marine within arms reach of him>Cannot believe why Xi Jinping kept this fanatic around>If the situation continues to deteriorate Kong Qiu will either end up dead or the entire courtroom will erupt in a firefight>And while I would like to eliminate the anti-Kong Qiu crowd it would be troublesome having to fight my way out of here>And given what's occurring I can't rely on Commander Axum'Kaleb to calm things>Time to call for a recess!>Stand up from my seat, and get one of my servitors to bring a vox-caster up"My apologies for interrupting, but we have deliberated for several hours, and Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman has just reminded me that it is already past dinner. I propose the court briedly adjourns for a recess, to review and discuss the evidence presented to us thus far, and return after having a hearty and calming dinner.">Also gives us more time to find this damned hierarch's son, and failing that, poison his food>Wave a hand to the Rogue Trader and whisper to my aide to tell him that I prefer brandy, with a spot of rum.>And, if he would agree, to share dinner and discuss what kind of support I could buy with some spare nuclear warheads.>One must cultivate friends where they can find them.
>>97792865>>97792615>>97792402>>97791962>be Commander Axum'Kaleb>i believe i know understand a modicum of the lord commander's frustrations >Lord Kong Qiu attempted to calm the crowd with his words >oh for the love of Vulkan stop making things worse >the hierarch attempts to rally the rest of the hierarchy into using me as an example for my outburst >admitedly as the judge, it was not my wisest move to leave the stand to rage at one of the local lords >but sons of Vulkan are never ones to back down from a challenge >and im also very very very tired of this planet and its intricacies, i still have to gather those corpses of my brothers lost, as well as see about claiming a stock of potential applicants to refill the chapter's ranks and supplies >however, this is about more than i my pride or even my fallen brothers i must remind myself of that >the hierarch Jong Kim brings up the idea of recess"very well, your motion is accepted Lord Un Jong Kim">I look back to the hierarch in front of me"since you are so dead set on proving the accused guilt i will offer you a chance to present a case before the council on the matter of Lord Kong Qiu's heresy of consorting with chaos. As his consorting with xenos has already been resolved with the surrendering of the necron into custody">i stand up"the trial will continue after 3 hours, i expect all hierarchs and lords in attendance to return" >i turn and return to my seat>i need to meditate>or drink>one of the two preferably in silence >God Emperor above us how does the Lord Commander not just start shooting everytime the high lords call a meeting...
>>97792362>>97792253>>97786843>Be Forgemaster Ta'Shawn>"Shoot its legs when we no longer need it, I want a living specimen as a test subject"01001101 01111001 00100000 01110000 01101100 01100101 01100001 01110011 01110101 01110010 01100101>as i go to blast the xeno's legs clean off its body it jumps into the chasm"ill go after the eldar, you attempt to cut him off before he does something to make this whole damned place explode">fucking eldar>i chase after him as i put my gene enhanced body to use >still its an eldar >unless he suddenly stops he's always going to be a few steps ahead of me>so i release a few servo skulls to scan ahead as i fire behind him to keep him distracted>FOR THE EMPEROR AND VULKAN!
>>97791962>>97792615>>97792865>>97793086>>97792402>Be Kong Qiu>This is getting out of hand>Realistically the Hierarch has a point>Most of what I've done has been against the Imperial creed>Between my relations with Zhoubi and how I handled Zetian, this should condemn me>But the Xenos charges have been dropped not only due to how Zhoubi is cooperating but because of Ayin speaking of Vortigern's approval still being valid>I suspect the two Inquisitors may be of a more radical outlook then puritan>Not necessarily a bad thing but the two ideologies do clash against one another a lot>Just as things heat up Kim calls for a recess>Especially seeing as the Rogue Trader is sharing alcohol and enjoying his dinner>Axum tells the Hierarch he has to build a case against me regarding consorting with the Arch Enemy >I will have to craft a defense>One that more then likely will simply boil down to a thorough psychic interrogation to inspect for corruption >One that will put a strain both on my body and mind>It cannot be one of the two Chén that might be seen as biased nor can it be Ayin as I am unsure if he even is a psyker"I request a psyker, it is necessary for building my defence against the new charge brought forth by the Hierarch. A psyker capable of a thorough psychic interrogation if possible">Hopefully the request will be approved>It should also be something the prosecution will want as well>Seeing as I was inspected for Xenos taint, I must be inspected for Chaos corruption>Even if I know I should be safe as I recounted the many mantras of The Jade Emperor whenever I was around chaos extensively >Such as my descent to meet with the dying god>I still have to cleanse the River at some point
>>97791754>>97791890>>97793135>be Spencer >Priscillia attempts to shake her head no >oh im sorry when did this turn into a fucking democracy because i saved your fat ass twice on this planet>as we're about to act out the galaxy's quietest argument with hand signals and head nods like two ogryn trying to do shadow puppets, the inquisitor comes to her along with some agent >i listen in on the vox implant in her uniform >"Are you the one they call Priscilla? If so then congratulations on living for as long has you have. I am Lord Inquisitor Ayin, but you already knew that, so I'll ask. Do the Sect know of a heretic named Galmon's activities?">my two hearts drop>i start looking for exits or debaiting if we can use the teleportarium on the grey knight ship this far down >i dont think Priscilla knows who i work for >fuck, i dont think I even know who i work for honestly >the Sect goes by a thousand names and descriptions >that said either this guy is baiting her or is the inquisitions' biggest idiot since he just came out and basically asked if she was part of a chaos conspiracy >i debate just storming over and saying we dont know what he's talking about >but that be admitting i was listening in on him >which is a very alpha legion thing to do >and is the conspiracy equivalent of going "nuh uh" >as im debaiting if i could get away with just shooting him, claiming he was a daemon and that grey knights just know these things the court takes a recess and the lord on trial speaks up >"I request a psyker, it is necessary for building my defence against the new charge brought forth by the Hierarch. A psyker capable of a thorough psychic interrogation if possible>i throw my hand up "we will go locate one, imediately since Lord Roshi is aiding the trial">i grab priscilla as we go to "find a psyker"1/2
>>97793155>im debaiting if we can just leave Roshi to find his own ride home but i still dont know if he's a random pervert the old man found or if he really is apart of the sect >in which case i can't leave him >the fact of the matter is, besides me, Priscilla, Roshi, and whoever the fuck is on the grey knight ship >the rest of the "grey knights" are wiped out >so everyone who had any sort of clue about who is expendable and who isnt is dead >honestly i dont know if im protecting priscilla because she's "important" to the sect anymore or if ive been doing it so often im just sort of used to it >fucks sake stop getting introspective you're the only chaos space marine on an imperial world, and the only thing stopping you from being turned to chunky salsa is the fact they think you're a grey knight >the sooner we get freedom to get the fuck off this world the better >we come to the outside of the Red Chamber as i look around >shit i didnt think this through >i look to priscilla who looks like she has some smart ass comment "just dont." 2/2
>>97791422>>97791279>be Tiny TamTHIS IS THE BEST THING EVER >i almost cry as i eat my share of it >i didnt know you could eat until you were full>i sit back and smile for the first time in a long time thats not forced >this is nice >thanks dad>i lean back my head as i take a breath {something is coming}>no>no>NO!>NOT RIGHT NOW>i push that voice down and look to Lt Tom and lil Tom "thanks for the food...dad...sir....can we uh...go recon for a bit?">apparently its similar to candlemass on nordica II because civilians are all moving around, gathering supplies, setting up shops out of old boarded up shacks now that the worst is over>i dont really want to say exploring since im part of the guard >this is my first time enjoying myself, i refuse to let it be interrupted so whatever thing the voice is talking about? >it can deal with it, itself.
>>97781217Is anyone else having issues with images not displaying on 1d6chan?
>>97793743PC or Mobile? They show up fine on my phone
>>97793761PC, been happening for several days now and only on 1d6chan. Works fine on mobile where I'm not logged in.
>>97792402>>97792865>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader>Un Jong Kim calls for recess>Which is granted>Jolly good >He requested a brandy with rum>A sign which marks him as a gentleman of the highest pedigree >I arrange for him to seated next to me>He broaches the subject of nuclear warhead>Interesting, but not here>So I ask a few questions to hint at my interest"I have heard you specialise in the manufacturing of nuclear warheads, so tell me do you prefer uranium of plutonium?">I also some other questions which make it seem like a dinner conversation "What is your preferred method of delivery? and I have heard that it is a controversial subject amongst you connoisseurs, but are your warheads pointed or rounded?">Hopefully he catches the hint>Then we can discuss matters in private >I wouldn't say no to acquiring a nuclear warhead>But now I might have actual use for one>For....my economic interests in the sector
>>97791890>>97793155>Be Captain Willard>Ayin's gambit seems to have at least rattled the woman>Then she is taken by a grey Knight to go find a psyker that Kong Qiu requested>Good call, a strong psyker is able to delve deep into him to find any trace of corruption >A recess has also been called >Excellent I can go for a Emperor damned smoke>So I do so, Ayin following along with me>I offer him a smoke but he refuses, instead just watching me smoke>Its silent for a bit before I speak up "So what's this Galmon thing about? I'm assuming he's a big enough threat to call us old guns in MACI-SOG back together""Yes, Galmon is a threat we in the Inquisition have been investigating. Seems he has plans for this entire sector and that is something we cannot allow">makes sense, chaos has already had some victories with the great rift and all"I never asked but what Ordos do you even fall under sir? Vortigern as well seeing as you two seem to be pioneering this">He pauses and then smiles"Vortigern was originally just of the Ordos Xenos meanwhile I was just of the Ordos Hereticus. Though the two of us hold a belief that an Inquisitor should dabble in all 3 major Ordos, what with the many threats to the Imperium and all. Especially when you look at the hijinks on Nordica 2 or anywhere that had the Valhallans 545th on it. Heretics, chaos and xenos all took place against the Imperium there so we have to adapt as an Inquisitor">He takes a breath"Who knows what will happen where, we already know of situations occurring on the Persah Gulf and Smethwick's End. Who knows what threats will occur there">He kicks back and looks to the sky as I continue to smoke in silence>I cant deny he makes some sense, we had both heretics and xenos on this planet to deal with after all>Man I'm glad I finally got to smoke, that Red Chamber was getting hectic
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>>97792362>>97793103>Be Prince Aerendil>Break my fall>Start running >Gottagofast>From the loud noise I take the space marine is after me>Well come catch me then slowpoke >Your too large for some corridors anyway>Now let's see>Left>Right>Up>Down >Left>Left >Down>I wonder if he can catch up in this labyrinth >Shoot some flying skulls with my shuriken pistol >Never stop moving though>Oh another ravine >Cut some cables and sling across>What's next?>Some skitarii>I don't have time for this>Run past them, decapitating one with my witchblade>The exit is near>Take a look around>Now then, to get to my jetbike>I have a dead god to investigate
>>97793135>>97793155>Be Kong Qiu>A marine along with a woman Ayin was talking to have left to go find a psyker>Strange armour that marine has on but I must ignore it for now>What I must do is mediate and consolt with The Jade Emperor >Even if he does not answer that is fine>Its mostly just a mental exercise, one to keep my mind clear and open>Its why I do not fear execution should I be found guilty >The calmness I feel allows me to see how all views are>I understand the Hierarch who demands my execution for breaking the Imperial creed>But I also understand that what I did helped save our world >In the end I am man being judged by my peers>If I am to die, The Jade Emperor will judge me in death >The final judgement>I recount the mantras whilst I sit in my cell having been taken back until the trial is resumed>I do not mind being in here>The quietness is good for meditation and the mantras
>>97792253>>97790163>>97792615>>97793086>>97793135>>97793155>>97794064>be Techpriest and "ordo Juris stand-in" Steve >im grateful for the commotion because i was about to throw up because i had no real arguments against what tech heresy is or isnt >i mean shit i technically did tech heresy adding those flamers to the sentinels >so when i threw up a little acidic oil everyone's attention was else where >if i had to guess they may just roll the tech heresy up with the accusation of real heresy >as the serious looking space marine and strangely familiar looking sister of battle leave the tech priest Xu-225-Fu comes up to me and the metalica delegation"since the trial has been given a recess perhaps this would be a good time to take a tour of Manufactorum 1" >i dont really have an argument against this besides the fact i really should report everything that happened to Archmagos Armonk so i signal the tech scribes to go report to Armonk at the Megalith archeotech site about everything that happened while i have the ruststalkers follow me >normally id flip it since the rust stalkers keep staring at me, but ive had really really really bad luck on this planet >so im not taking any chances
>>97794347>Be Magos Biologis Xu-225-Fu>225th of the Xu Fus>A recess has been called for 3 hours>Perfect time to give my off world kin a tour of Manufactorum 1, so they can see our biological wonders>I stride over to the Metallica delegation and one Tech Priest Steve standing in for Magos Armok"since the trial has been given a recess perhaps this would be a good time to take a tour of Manufactorum 1">They all seem on board with it, even if Steve seems to be a nervous wreck "Come come, we will go via mag train. Specifically one under the palace that goes straight to manufactorum 1">Man am I giddy >I didn't remove those parts of me that feel emotion>Why should I remove what makes being biological fun after all>As such I lead the way, there are such wonders to show
>Be Apothecary Aftse>finished checking on the Pisceans>abhumans are more resistant to rad poisoning so i used some of the Potassium Iodide tablets we had in our medical bay >least i can do for them saving us from the undead >sadly i had to select a few for the Emperor's mercy due to signs of nurgle's rot >no time to bury the dead though i had to leave that to their commander >i got sent to deploy with melta squad to find the stc in Hive Taiping>i dont know what everyone was complaining about it wasnt that hard to find >the fat magus covered it with his flabby frame after he died of mercury poisoning fuckingheretics.allmymedicaltrainingiscrying>who prescribes mercury for post surgery recovery?>seriously.>other than that its mainly clean up>the remaining genestealers that were attacking the tau retreated into the Tiāntiān Mines>i dont envy the poor bastards who will be sent to clean those out to restore mineral extraction >i double check the STC backup driver >Commander Axum'Kaleb already promised it to Archmagos Armonk >for something he never actually did i might add >but im not going to argue about it>Brother Bosh'awn reports some intel the sweeper team missed on the nearby table >mmmm>ah>apparently there is a warehouse full of leman russ battle tanks in Hive Kong >I send a general ping to both Armonk that we found his STC, Lord Axum'Kaleb that im ready to redeploy to recovering the geneseed of our fallen brothers, and an alert to the Cadian Lord General that there are some battle tanks ready for his pick up whenever he wishes >all in all things are wrapping up nicely here >yep>i really dont see any more issues besides the trial and our recruitment >speaking of which i should go looking through the various hives for those who we can induct as potential initiates
>>97792253>>97792362>>97793103>>97794233>>97794347>be Archmagos Armonk>This damned Eldar, I should have disintegrated him as soon as he told me which button was which>And now he's running through the bowels of the facility Omnissiah knows where>Making mischief like the rest of his damnable race>The forgemaster has already gone chasing after him down the hole, but I with my bulk cannot follow>So I'll have to take the long way around>Summon a skitarii guard to ensure nobody stupid presses the self destruct button and call down more skitarii and sicarians from the ark-mechanicus to scour the facility for the xenos>Send a noosphere ping to steve informing him of the developments and to be vigilant against xenos plots>And get a ping from the scribes accompanying him>Read it as I move to the facility entrance>This Kong Qiu fellow looks guilty to me, but it's not the first time a planetary governor has gotten off->YOU LET THE INQUISITION TAKE THE NECRON CRYPTEK...>HE ACTUALLY WAS CONSORTING WITH A CRYPTEK IN THE FIRST PLACE?Caution: GPU temperature exceeding 100°C!>Practically blow out my vox-module screaming into the messenger servo-skull"GET YOUR HANDS ON THAT CRYPTEK OR YOU'LL BE SCRUBBING THE RUST OFF THE ARK-MECHANICUS UNTIL YOU REQUIRE SERVICING">Get so angry I get lost and have to take a moment to orient myself>Now where am I?>Hear a gurgling from down the corridor>More xenos?>Turn my headlights on and ready a plasma pistol>Turn the corner and come face to face with... a diseased, decaying thing>Looks more like an amorphous blob of flesh than anything, with too many mouths and too long limbs>But it's not a chaos spawn>Was this facility a laboratory?>Raise my pistol to put it out of it's misery>The plasma bursts against the flesh but does not stop it>It speeds up>And I hear the scream of many more blasphemous beings behind it>Ah>I have a feeling that xenos tricked me>Time to run and call for reinforcements!
>>97795536>>97795591>>97794347>Also get a message that the other STC has been found>Excellent>Send another ping to Steve that he needs to pick that up too>I will join him at the earliest opportunity and have some strong words about the responsibilities of being a tech-priest>As soon as I purge this facility that is
>>97795591>>97795536>be Techpriest "soon to be maintenance servitor" Steve01001111 01001000 01000110 01010101 01000011 01001011 01001111 01001000 01000110 01010101 01000011 01001011 01001111 01001000 01000110 01010101 01000011 01001011>im so fucked >im so very very fucked>i can't really leave the tour of manufactorum 1 but i also can feel the sheer rage of Armonk at the idea that the necron (apparently called a cryptek) be taken by the inquisition >its only barely abated by the recovery of the STC backup >fuckfuckfuckfuck what do i dooooooo?>the ruststalkers chitter, apparently responding to my stress levels but can't see the targets >fuck...wait...>i look to them >i...I mean, the quest for knowledge is really important, right?>so...removing the guards and extracting the necron isnt really "wrong" per say....>a-and even a child could see that we're not the only ones playing dirty here >i send the binaric command before i accept the fact im doing to do it >i get the confirmation rune marker as the remains of Q-123155XX sends a binary confirmation 01101111 01110010 01100100 01100101 01110010 01110011 00100000 01110010 01100101 01100011 01100101 01101001 01110110 01100101 01100100 00111010 00100000 01100011 01100001 01110000 01110100 01110101 01110010 01100101 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01100101 01111000 01100110 01101001 01101100 01110100 01110010 01100001 01110100 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01111000 01100101 01101110 01101111 01110011 00101100 00100000 01101110 01101111 00100000 01101101 01100001 01110100 01110100 01100101 01110010 00100000 01110111 01101000 01101111 00100000 01100111 01100101 01110100 01110011 00100000 01101001 01101110 00100000 01101111 01110101 01110010 00100000 01110111 01100001 01111001 00100000>they slip into the darkness >i really need a stomach augmetic upgrade
>>97793596>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "big daddy">be enjoying the best meal I have in a LONG TIME>same can be said for both Tiny Tam and Lil' Tom>I notice Tiny Tam stop halfway through her meal>she I can hear the nervousness in he rvoice"thanks for the food...dad...sir....can we uh...go recon for a bit?">I can't help but raise and eyebrow at that last part>I finish my third Grox-Bao before replying"First Tam, we are off duty so its dad... not sir no need to be so formal with me">I pause to take a swig of ploin juice before continuing"Second, the war for this world is over with... there is no need to conduct ant recon">pick up and take a bite the last of my grox-bao before reassuring her further"Just relax and enjoy your shore leave Tam... Emperor knows guardsmen don't get enough of it">from there I start to finish of my dinner>Emperor willing, Tam just calms down and is able to enjoy this night of rest and relaxation...
>be Imperial ace pilot Aquila-13>be drinking with my squadron at one of the local pubs>our newest pilot Aquila-2 is already drunk off his arse>stumbling around like Emperor damned idiot...>and he only had finished two shots of raenka >the kid is trying to find the pisser in the establishment when he bumps into some local PDF pilot>Marauder pilots judging by their unit patches>he does not take kindly to that and pushed him to the ground>well... I better break it up before anyone gets hurt"Easy there mate... my new pilot is just a bit tipsy, he didn't mean any offense...">he does not take kindly to me either... and i can smell cheap amasec on his breath as well"Oh sO tHe MiGhTy *hich* YeLlOw tAiLs" aRe WeT n-NuRsEsss n-NoW...">oh now he has done it>I grab the drunken fool by his uniform collar and push him against the wall>and I give him my ultimatum"I can tolerate a personal insult... but I will not forgive an insult directed against MY squadron. It would best if you and your friends leave..." >I let go of him and step back...>he just glares back at me for a moment>then proceeds to spit upon my nicely shined boots>so that's how it's going be then>I proceeded to swing a right hook right into his face, sending him to the floor>his squadron mate comes to his defense...>I duck under his swing and push him into the Mordian Guardsmen sitting at the bar, spilling their drinks...>they take great offense and start brawling with the local PDF pilots>an Ale bottle is thrown and hits a Cadian in the back of the head...>from there... its total mayhem >Us, Mordians, Cadians versus the PDF men...
>>97792865>>97793086>>97794064>Be Un Jong Kim>The recess has been called and the hierarchs have retired to eat their dinner and plot>Kong Qiu, and my future career, is safe for now>Now to engage in my own plans>This Rogue Trader is a gentleman>And discreet too>Raise my glass to him in a toast"Oh, we have the greatest cooks in Best Joseon. A family speciality, since my father. And, of course, it is all in the name of peaceful, culinary purposes.">Take another sip of this delicious drink, and a bite from a small sugared cake"And, we are only too pleased to sell our produce to anyone looking to buy. Especially if Kong Qiu is found innocent. He'll be in need of a loyal backer, like myself, with good relations to passing traders and the like.">I then lean over to him, and begin whispering"But we need to ensure that there are no... competitors. Busybodies who think they know better than everyone else. You understand me?">I suddenly laugh and begin telling him a story about my brother who I had poisoned for opposing my rule of Best Joseon
>>97794404>>97795801>Be Xu-225-Fu>After a ride on the mag train we finally arrive at Manufactorum 1>A grand facility of bio-engineering>Outside is a statue of the Omnissiah clutching in his hand the symbol of the Cult Mechanicus >When we enter inside the facility glows a real green against its white walls>I turn to face my assembled guests"As you should probably be aware, this is a manufactorum focused more on biology then Mechanical work. As such we shall not be directly engaging with the products as we do not want them contaminated, standard safety procedures and all that. Now come with me let us observe the production cycle of a bolus">I lead the way into the observation deck that connects across the entire facility >Our first stop is the polymorphine production"In order to grant the Heishou the ability to transform, we first start producing base polymorphine. The same chemical our friends in the assassinorum make use of">I then point to thirteen large borosilicate glass tubes attached to the polymorphine vats"Once the polymorphine is made it is sucked by those tubes to be sent off for their next step. The thirteenth tube is there so we can send some to the Assassinorum, why not help out our allies after all.">As I explain the process begins to put truth to my words as the tubes activate taking in the polymorphine "Now the next step will all depend on what pack is being reinforced with new members or low on boluses. We shall go see how the Măo are made as they suffered the most casualties from the enemy and from the Angry Marines"
>>97796226>>97793596>>97796363>be Tiny Tam >Lt...dad>dad gave us permission to explore>i had hoped to use this time to clear the air with lil Tom about everything that happened between us >but i>i got distracted >i mean can you blame me? ive lived on Nordia II my whole life, sure Candlemass isnt anything to downplay but the colors, the sounds, the costumes >alot of costumes to look like abhumans for some reason >i see a few that look like us but i leaned enough last candlemass to avoid those people >as we come to crossroads at one of the more open areas i try to broach the subject "hey Thomas?">i dont use his real name often so i hope he understand im being super duper serial >"yeah tam?""i....i really like you, you helped me out when i first joined on Nordica II and you're so nice and always looking out for me...">"you're welcome...is there a point to this?""i...i just want to say, that i think you should have this">i hold out the officer form dad offered me on the ride out to that megalith place >"tam...""just...take it...before he notices i took it." >"thanks" >as he takes and folds the paper into his pocket he looks at me, like he wants to say something >"tam..i.." >suddenly the glass behind us explodes out as two large men one in a cadian unifrom the other in PDF garb starting hammering at each other as the sudden noise that had been muted by the window explodes out like the thunder of a rolling armored company>its a bar fight>takes me back to nordica II and my days as a starving orphan >several troops all on leave are beating the living crud out of each other >its strangely colorful seeing so many regiments just tear into each other like animals {something is coming}>"did you say something, tam?">NO!"NO!">"okay okay, got it. we should leave before the commissars come" >he grabs my hand as he drags me away from the scene as i glare down at the ground>i told you i dont care voice>stop it!
>be me >"nurse" Felis>cause apparently doing 10,000 hours of meatball surgery aint enough to be considered a doctor if you aint passed some stinking exam that abhumans aint allowed to take anyway >most of the Winter Guard are on shore leave >normally id not give a shit and even join the ones who look like they need the least patching up when they're drunk off their ass and making poor life choices but at the start of this whole bloody fucking campaign our unit got "merged" with the felinids already on the planet >the mangiest, rattiest, sickly looking sorry fucks you ever seen >breaks my heart >and my wrist writing all these forms requesting medical supplies, redeployments to Carlos Mcconnell, anything to clear as many of these poor fucks for next deployment as i can >most wont last through a second warp transit by my estimation >so im sending most of them home to live out what they can on their homeland before they're buried there >or more likely cremated given my official recommendation >can't taint the soil burying them>i throw back a shot glass of amasec and reach for one of my Iho-sticks >its gone >that little shit 1
>>97797021>im already muttering something awful when reports come down from the top>apparently some big wig is getting some sort of trial up in the main hive city >Lord General is requesting some troops to secure a tank depot for his "look at us poster boys never running out of troops despite our planet blowing up" Cadians >purple eyed fucks >i swear they must be geneticly born with a laspack down there with how much they brag about being "the toughest" guard regiment >given im the closest medical personal im to provide any "medical care" to the toy soldiers hes sending to collect his toys >im busy with my own shit >the pad and runner boy he sent both point out that technically Lord Commissar Kate gave operational command to him>FUCKKKKK>i reach into the runner boys pocket and take his pack of Iho-sticks>"fucking fine, lead the way, pretty boy">i dont know why he requested a medic for finding and opening a warehouse of tanks >am i going in case some cadia sprains his arm jerking himself off about how the "warehouse door broke before the guard did?" >its a waste of time, nobody is going to get hurt2/2
>>97796226>>97796363>>97796984>Be Commodore Henry Ponsonby-Bannerman>With those space lasers finally winding down we can finally move unimpended>Huzzah>But we still have matters to settle>Losses to account>And new Jack Tars to press>Armsmen and other able voidsmen are now prowling the pubs for sailors and other personnel>We're allowed to do this, we have all the permissions>And besides, I can go for a drink>Lower-class pubs generally are less conceited in their patrons, so I prefer them>So we reach a pub I think would be a reputable establishment>As the cars stops two fly through the window of the pub>So this is how it is>Right>Have the voids-men-arms prepare to swarm in >So this is the discipline of the guard?>There is also a trio of Felinids>I am not here for them>Tell them to get out of here>Order the voidsmen to go in>As do I >One of my men shoots a round in the air, to restore order>While another bellows out"MAKE WAY FOR THE LORD COMMODORE PONSONBY-BANNERMAN, HEIR TO THE ROGUE TRADER PONSONBY-BANNERMAN">I have put on my bicorne (extra fluffy) for dramatic effect>Normally, I would have them all dragged off, but this lack of discipline must be addressed>All fall silent, all stop brawling"You disgrace the uniform you were given, is this how you act when off-duty? It is a disgrace! Give me a singular reason not to report this to your commanding officers, you ruffians. Because I shall warn you now, you won't get off lightly, not this time around."
>>97794064>>97796688>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader>Un Jong Kim toasts>A gesture I return>He wishes to sell if I return the favour>That Kong Qiu is acquitted>Hhhmmm, very well, I was already in favour of that>But now to ensure it>That hierarch might prove troublesome>By now we have withdrawn into a more secure drawing room"Cigar, my lord?">He implies, and I understand>"And, we are only too pleased to sell our produce to anyone looking to buy. Especially if Kong Qiu is found innocent. He'll be in need of a loyal backer, like myself, with good relations to passing traders and the like.""But of course, when this is over, I shall put in a good word with good Kong Qiu, Methinks he stands in want of loyal comrades, considering what happened to the poor lad.">"But we need to ensure that there are no... competitors. Busybodies who think they know better than everyone else. You understand me?">He then regales me with a tale of poisoned brother, relatively normal for the imperial nobility>Now, I am no expert in assassination>But I do know a thing or two"Tell me, how steep are the stairs on this planet on average?">I am no inquisitor, so I don't have a Imperial Assassin at the ready>Nor do I have a deathcult assassin on retainer>But some old Chynaman did approach me before>As a token of gratitude, he wishes to gift me a weapon>A human weapon, trained in marital arts and weapons>Apparently, within the wastes and mountains, Chynese weirdos try to make themselves as deadly as possible>I should take up contact with him, I need a specialist"Now obviously, we mustn't be seen doing it, keep it subtle, number three can probably be made to change his mind, if we secure his prodigy, as to the other competitors, we must see, some might be persuaded by other means, but I won't rule out the direct method.">In case things do get violent>Which is why I have men with plasma-guns and melta stationed here and there
>>97792615>>97792865>>97793086>>97793135>>97796688>>97797415>be Hierarch #3>I open my eyes>the Space Marine is staring at me>"very well, your motion is accepted Lord Un Jong Kim">"since you are so dead set on proving the accused guilt i will offer you a chance to present a case before the council on the matter of Lord Kong Qiu's heresy of consorting with chaos. As his consorting with xenos has already been resolved with the surrendering of the necron into custody">"the trial will continue after 3 hours, i expect all hierarchs and lords in attendance to return">I smile, and thank him>the Jade Emperor has blessed me this day, giving me the chance to expose a heretic>a shame that this angel has been seduced by kong qiu's honeyed words on the xenos>but I am sure I will condemn him on this last charge>Blessed is the mind too small for doubt.>I bow down and sit as Hierarch Kim calls for a recess>a short reprieve for the guilty party>while the other hierarchs retire, I meet with several of them who have been convinced of my righteousness, and urge them to vote with me>No remorse, no mercy, no forgiveness!>after I speak with them I prepare for my case against Kong Qiu>his evil will be exposed for the entire court to see>even the space marines must see my faith, a faith and zeal which this foul Kong Qiu lacks!>his exposure to the smiths of vashtorr, his meeting with the presence of the dying god, his strange staff with its unexplained power, the vials of foul sorcery that corrupted his lover, they will all expose his guilt!>the same guilt that tars my traitorous son>offer up a prayer to the Jade Emperor as I work>That Thou wouldst bring them only death,>That Thou shouldst spare none,>That Thou shouldst pardon none,>We beseech Thee, destroy them.>my thoughts briefly turn to my son as I wonder where he is, before I ignore them>it does not matter>For the foes of Mankind, the only mercy is a swift death.
>>97797561>>97797415>>97797322>>97796363>be me>the son of an important hierarch>seized my chance with the uprisings to join my old friend Pol'pot and show my father that there are better ways than that of the imperium>but then Pol'pot got bombed>and the rest of my comrades were slaughtered as the tau retreated or joined the slanneshi Schlick cult>while I ran away>and now I'm hiding out in this worn down bar in the bad part of town>trying to figure out if dad will kill me when I return or only disown me>when suddenly a fight breaks out and I get involved>about to punch some stupid Mordian in the face when some strange noble walks in>he says something about disgracing the uniform>and punishing us>jokes on him, I'm not with the guard>drop the man I was fighting and stand up"Get out of here Imperial Oppressors! We've had enough of your boot stomping on our face! Class consciousness! I stand with the oppressed working class of the Imperium, the soldiers who keep us safe! Fight the power!">Pol'pot's rousing speeches fill my mind as I show this prancy noble's son the real face of the Imperium's lower classes>And I'm sure at any moment the rest of the soldiers will come to their senses and back me up, because I'm an everyman, just like them!
>>97794233>>97795591>Be Prince Aerendil>Well this has proven to be a fun exercise>I probably lost that Space Marine>Oh well, one so tarring can't stand up to the swift feet of an Eldar>Such is my grace>Now then, I didn't go in via the main door>Nor do I feel any reason to do so now>So instead I go via the air hatch>Of the building and onto what is essentially the island>The maps I was provided with showed that this was one the peak of a mountain>Before the Mon-keigh polluted this world into a heap of goop>Oh by Isha's useless cures!>There are some of the metal men in front of the place I parked my jetbike>Fuck this, I trained in psychic warfare, I should use it>Now what's one of main properties of metal>That's right>Metal conducts electricity easily>*ZAP*>I hope you like fried circuits>Deactivate the cloaking device>Jump onto my jetbike>Rev up the engine>Open my helmet's visor>This one of the few pleasures left to me>Take off with great speed>Contact some of my followers via the comms>Tell them to meet me near the tomb of the trapped one>Now, time to ride a few hours over a polluted green sea>Alone>Without a care in the world>Borntobewild.mp4
>>97781217Chyna?
>>97794284>Be Kong Qiu>As I recount the mantras I note the lack of a psyker >I head towards the cell door "Is there a psyker on their way? I'd rather keep the screening as unbiased as possible so cannot use the two Chén Heishou">The guards look at each other"Sorry sir, no psyker has been found yet. One of us will go find one seeing as theres a hold up">He leaves, meaning only one man is left guarding me>We still have some time so hopefully a psyker is called in time>Their thorough psychic interrogation is critical to my defence>No doubt the prosecution will also want a psyker to try and confirm their case against me>I do feel bad for Hierarch 3 what with his son potentially having gone renegade>But for now I must refocus on speaking the mantras>Then a green glow appears and Zhoubi steps on through"Case seems to have turned somewhat my lord and here I thought we had essentially won">I smile"Shouldn't you be with the Inquisition Zhoubi?"Ah dont worry Kong, I asked for permission to visit. I shall return to them now">He turns"Oh and Kong""Yes Zhoubi?""This might be the last time we see each other so I just want to say. Cheers for that debate on Flander's Planes and goodbye">He leaves through the portal and I am left once again in this dark cell>To recount the mantras and reflect>Hopefully my writings have managed to spread, ones that teach of personal responsibility and social harmony>All in the name of The Jade Emperor and the Imperium
>>97797864>>97795591>>97793103>Be Forgemaster Ta'Shawn>damn it >lost him >but not quite >he did shoot several of my servo skulls but one was able to see him get on a eldar jetbike >...>i really need to press Commander Axum'kaleb on the very lax security measures on this planet>regardless its simple calculation to judge that since he outran me and killed the skitarii by the enterance he'd have no reason to hide where he was going >which was out towards the blackstone pylons >well jokes on him, that area is filled with psychic rage residue >still its never wise to just LET and eldar do whatever they want on a world >he may out pace me but when you know where someone is headed, speed becomes irrelevant>i relay this to the Archomagos with a request he pass it onto my Commander Axum'Kaleb>i dont know if he will but im a tech marine i have a bit more "in" with the devotees of Mars than others might >the Land Speeder pulls up near a ravine the eldar just jumped over >i hop in and we deploy as fast as possible towards the battle site of the blackstone pylons >and my greatest shame >temper the fire >i have a mission >find out what this eldar is doing here
>>97798289>>97795801>designation: Q-123155XX>directive: xenos retrieval>current status: located inquisitorial holding location >deploying...>front entrance strategy: predicted 68% causalities mission success chance 35%>denied>above entrance strategy: lack of skylight, breaking lock, alerting guards, predicted 44% causalities, mission success chance 15%>denied>vent entrance strategy: open vent systems, access to entire holding building, silent, predicted casualties 0.5% mission success chance 99.999% >accepted >designation XX-44, XX-45, XX-32, XX-55, XX-99, >deployed to vent right side >designation XX-55, XX-11, XX-88, XX-56, XX-33>deployed to vent left side >number of inquisition entrusted guards 29 >attempted diplomacy simulation run per techpriest S 3 T V 3's request >mission success chance 0.0%>denied >left and right side deploy at same time >initial attacks aimed at tendons, arteries, and vocal cords >19 eliminated in 4.6 seconds>reaction shots fired>0.5 casualties taken from damage to XX-99 >"zerg"rush.exe stratagem run>remaining hostiles eliminated >locate xenos>xeno's presence is 404 >sudden surge of green light >xeno's is returned >OBJECTIVE SPOTED
>>97798289>>97798379>Be Cryptek Zhoubi last of the Samsāra dynasty >I will miss the young lord >Well hes 34 so young by necron standards >I step out and see to what would horrify most a site of gore>The guards have been absolutely brutalised>By a tin can from the Mechanicus >One designed specifically for close combat>Well then "Alright I'll bite, why in The Deciever's second banana did you do that? I imagine their boss isn't going to be right pleased">I doubt it will be playful back but I can try damn it>If anything stalling it out like this should mean someone should see what its done>Cause I sure as hell aint taking the fall for this>Not that I can anyway if I killed this lot there would be alot more ash in the room from atom deletion
>>97796927>Seeing as there hasnt been anymore questions I lead the delegation to the next stage>Following along the tube that sends the polymorphine in it to the Măo"Here we take the polymorphine and splice in the specific animal genome in order to get the certain Heishou Pack. As you'll want to know Măo is the Chynese word for a Hare, so we take some Hare DNA and splice it into the polymorphine like so">The Polymorphine is divided up into several smaller test tubes and then picked up my several small arms>A small needle is inserted into each solution and a screen shows the DNA structure"This is similar to how certain Callidus assassins can be trained to transform into xenos targets such as orks. This does mean this specific polymorphine concoction will only ever be used by the Măo. This same process is used for all Heishou packs.">Once the splicing is complete it gets sent out"Now we shall see how it forms into a bolus. Come come, we are almost at the end"
>>97785424>Be Bai Li, Lost Soul >I think I went comatose for a while after my encounter with that avatar of rot and decay, because when I woke up, I was in a sorting facility for captured heretics>A “lucky few” were being placed in holding cells, awaiting the arrival of the Ordo Hereticus, which may take years or decades >The rest were unceremoniously shot, and then thrown in a large pit, which is periodically doused in fuel and burned >At the time I though it mattered not which category I ended up in >Killed and consigned to an eternity of torment in the Warp, as is the fate of all living things >Or linger in the mortal realm for a little while longer, treated with disgust by my former colleagues and being periodically tortured, before executed in an elaborate and painful fashion and ending up in the Warp anyways >I was one of the many who were shot on the spot >I wake up in a strange place >Not quite the hell I was expecting, but perhaps worse >I am pulled from a pile of naked, mutated bodies by ravishingly beautiful daemonettes with gold hooks on long gold poles, and forced into a long, slow moving line of individuals moving down a long hallway made of crystalline material that resembles ice. Realistic carvings of nude individuals cover the walls, and some of them are used to hang banners of vividly pornographic manner >The individuals in the line with me seem to be mostly from Chyna, but some from other worlds as well >There are more mutants than I expect there to be, and as I look myself over, I notice I have also acquired a few mutations, the most prominent being a third breast >Despite the eroticism of the situation, no one seems particularly aroused, instead a feeling of subdued dread fills the air, no one talks, they just shuffle along, and all seem lost in deep thought
>>97798807>Completely resigned to whatever fate awaits me, I instead dwell on other things, like whether all souls consigned to the Warp take on some physical form, and whether I will be eventually warped into something physically unrecognizable, like the poor souls who made up the Tower of Former Virgins >I am in line for what seems like an eternity, but eventually I find myself in what appears to be the perverse equivalent to a courtroom, where an obese, six-breasted daemonette in a curly wig presides, and a numerous figures, some who defy description, observe >The judge daemonette looks at the daemonic tome before her “Bai Li, former Sun Temple Guardian of Chyna. You abandoned your duties to your false God-Emperor, and only aligned yourself with us out of desperation and weakness. You then fled our service despite our promises of immortality. You made no decisions nor took no acts of note aside from those that were forced upon you. I find your soul to be weak and of no value to us. You are sentenced to six centuries as a onahole, free for any in this realm to use as they see fit, after which, what is left of you will no doubt be put to some fouler purpose.”>The judge daemonette bangs a gavel.>I feel the flesh in my limbs and around my mouth begin to change, and my whole body begins to fade as I find myself teleported to another location >It is a filthy, windowless orgy room, inhabited by misshapen mutants and the even more misshapen lumps of flesh they pleasure themselves with >In the span of mere seconds, my terror of my humiliating fate is replaced by relief it is not far worse, which is then replaced by terror again when aching sensations begin emerging from various parts of my body, and I realize any time I am not “in use”, I will be filled with a maddening sensation of being unable to achieve release >NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
>>97798578>Be Xu-225-Fu I forgot the character whoops
>>97796984>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">be at the marketplace in Hive Kong trying to have a bit of rest and relaxation>at Tam's insistence... I finally relent and give the two permission to explore this place on their own...>I take the time to browse a few of the stalls in the marketplace>at least a couple are selling sparklers and firecrackers...>I buy a few Lil' Tom... I'd think he like these>there is also merchant selling jewelry>one piece catches my eye >it is a Imperial Creed rosary... the beaded necklace and Aquila pendant are made from gold>at the center of the gold Aquila is a piece of jade with a depiction of the God Emperor carved into it>I look at the price...>its 100 Thrones...>its expensive>but I have the coin for it and I want to get Tiny Tam a nice gift>so I buy it>now then...>I have left Tam and Lil' Tom alone for long enough>time for me to find them>it does not take me long>I find Lil' Tom leading Tiny Tam away from some sort of drunken brawl at a local pub"I take it you two have had your fun?">with that I bring them back to the marketplace proper>far enough away from that mess at the pub>there I decide to give Tiny Tam and Lil' Tom their gifts>hopefully they like what I got them
>>97797322>>97797592>be Imperial ace pilot Aquila-13 of the "Yellow Tails">be at one of the local dive bars with my squadron>be also in the middle of a bar fight>pretty much guard versus PDF troopers mostly >then there is a gun shot...>everyone stops>it is dead silence for minute>these voids-men step forward>one carrying a smoking bolt-pistol>one of the shouts:"MAKE WAY FOR THE LORD COMMODORE PONSONBY-BANNERMAN, HEIR TO THE ROGUE TRADER PONSONBY-BANNERMAN">oh feth... looks like we pissed of some noble>the best dressed among them begins to speak"You disgrace the uniform you were given, is this how you act when off-duty? It is a disgrace! Give me a singular reason not to report this to your commanding officers, you ruffians. Because I shall warn you now, you won't get off lightly, not this time around.">he must the said "heir" >but no one speaks...>until some youth stands up and says the stupidest thing I have ever heard"Get out of here Imperial Oppressors! We've had enough of your boot stomping on our face! Class consciousness! I stand with the oppressed working class of the Imperium, the soldiers who keep us safe! Fight the power!">oh great... he must be syndicalist... I have heard of the trouble their sort has caused back on Erusea-IV before we joined the imperium some 3,000 years ago.>honest to the God Emperor, I am tempted to shoot the bastard with my Stub-pistol>then some Mordian tackles the bastard to the ground...>instead of the fight restarting... everyone is just beating down on this one grox-shit for brain idiot>my squadron uses the commotion to slip out the back door>have Aquila 6 and 8 carry a passed-out Aquila 2>its time we scram
>>97798578>Be Xu-225-Fu >Still no questions regarding anything so we move on>More of a side tour but I did promise to show them and we have time"Next up we go to the tea leaf grinder, here we grind tea into a flour like substance which is called Matcha. This part is usually done in a more traditional method, as in not automated as you can see by the stone grinder">I point towards the grinder, its a large wheel of stone with a long bar going through it>On each end are several workers pushing the bar to force the wheel to move "Now provided Kong Qiu is found innocent we can probably have this go alot quicker utilising Ogryns. But for now the standard human will do, it gives them a decent work out after all which can help them achieve the pinnacle of the human form">Oh uh"Regardless this matcha powder is then taken to the final stage, sucked up and divided up into 11 separate containers, each container will house the liquid modified polymorphine where it is then stirred together to form a sort of dough if you will">I lead the way where the delegation can witness the mixing process >Theres also a coloured liquid being poured in"The liquid is a simple food dye, it helps to differentiate the boluses from one another and it is generally aesthetically pleasing to the human eye. Now then, we are coming to the end, so let's not delay">I lead the way to the final room of the Heishou boluses>Its a room full of relatively older women outputting a ton of boluses at an impressive speed"Here are our lovely elderly workers, wise women in their own ways. They can typically out put a whole batch of 100 boluses in two minutes. Now let's observe Mrs Yang who is working on our Măo boluses">The old woman takes her alloted dough and begins the formation process, rolling multiple balls into a uniform size >Once she is done forming the balls she rolls them in some desiccated coconut and places them on a tray>pic related
>>97799890"And that my valued colleagues is how we create our Heishou boluses. These will get sent out either to the respective Heishou pack or into frozen storage for safe keeping. Now is there any questions as to the nature of the 11 out of the 12 Heishou packs?">I await their responses, this process is less likely to cause grumbles >Sure I will admit this whole operation is more like baking then anything >But baking is a science after all>Theres plenty of mathematics necessary such as weighing and knowing timing>And besides, we do still have actual standard industry that isnt what Manufactorum 1 does
>>97797592>>97797592>>97799295>Be Commodore Henry Ponsonby-Bannerman>All fall quiet at my command>All except one>Someone who has misread the room as badly as an ork in a meditation chamber>A civilian>And a properly dressed one at that>Starts mewling about oppression and the usual anti-imperial drivel>I would beat him up myself>But things are about to resolve itself>Turn to the barkeeper "One rum if you please, or grog if you're familiar with that, keep the change.">A singular throne is more than these peons will see in their life>The Mordian tackles him>And then of course everyone else starts beating him up as well>I grin at this development>Evenmore so when I hear someone behind me order something"A wee skoosh o'Scotch, if ye please.">Be Colonel McArthain>So, insteid o' searchin' fur tanks, A'm lookin' fur some son>Onywey, fae whit the goat wifie telt me, it's like findin' a needle in a maze o' hay>But the heid bummer needs this wee yin so he can blackmail a jury member, or somethin' like that>But nae luck sae faur>So A dae whit A aye dae whan A'm at a deid end>A go fur a bevvy>Tae ma surprise, Henry's there an' aw>As are a bunch o' gairdsmen batterin' some local"Wha's that?""A local noble, I think, I was going to gangpress this here lot, but this rather fine entertainment.""He's kinna fittin' the description Bannerman gied me.""Well, he did blurt something out that seemed to evoke sympathy for the Tau.""O aye?''>Walk ower>He's been gey sair lickit, richt enough>A black ee, bluidy lips, and the like o' that in the wey o' injuries>But he can walk, mair like nor no>The ithers mak' thaimsels scarce when they see ma epaulettes>I get him back on his feet"So, I hear tell ye'v been expressin' rebel sympathies, hiv ye?!">Snatch him by the lug"Ye're nae rebel, ye're jist a skailbairn, that's been owerspeyed by a feckless faither!">But that'll be changin' noo>Henry lends me his stool>Ma sergeant brings me a cane(1/2)
>>97800050>Ordinarily, the bahookie wad be bare as weel, but his Chynamen robes mak' that kinna hard.>Bend him ower ma knee."A'll gi'e ye some guid manners, ye wee nyaff!">stert skelpin him savagely>A wad hae uised a tawse>But we forgot>Hmmm>A shuid retire tae ane o thae schola progeniums ane day>On second thocht, A wad batter hauf thae weans intae a puilpit in the first week>Continue fir aboot five minutes or so>A licht punishment>Only hid tae change canes twice"Chuck him in the transport; ance he's richt secure, we'll tell Laird Ponsonby-Bannerman that faither and son can git thegither agin."(2/2)
>Be Im Hyon-Ni, KPop Demon Fuckers >Along with the Twin Bulls, White Lightning, Gooners, Pink Lotus, and a mysterious sixth, we are one of the Six senior cults who pledged to aid Epherstein in taking over this world >Obviously Epherstein is dead and the six cults are scattered, but that is okay >This planet was teeming with cults even before the war broke out, and will likely be even easier to operate on for the next few years as the government struggles to reestablish itself upon upon its devastated cities >And our goals were never all that elaborate or ambitious, we mostly just want to have awesome concerts, and sometimes summon daemons into the bodies of our hottest fans, and then fuck their brains out >We also have a certain amount of influence among the younger nobility in wealthy hives like Bei’Jing and hives of South Joseon, which made us valuable to Epherstein >We get hired by a noble house in Hive Bei’Jing to put on a commemorative concert for all the Heishou that died during the war >Ugh >Anytime we do anything related to the Heishou it always brings out huge flocks of furries, and those degenerates are pretty foul even by our standards >Oh well, the money is good at least >In record time, we get the venue and the concert set up >Thousands of fans, at least half of them furries, fill the stadium as we start our first song >Wait, what is that noise?"FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-"
>>97798452>>97798379>designation: Q-123155XX>target recorded response:"Alright I'll bite, why in The Deciever's second banana did you do that? I imagine their boss isn't going to be right pleased">response:"surrender and prepare for dissection" >xeno reference file located on target: Necron Cryptek >threat level: high >target being unrestrained logic identifier: 404 logic not found >conclusion: fucking meatbags>directive: capture and transport xenos to safe location for archmagos >cryptek combat depends on field of study >target field of study not directly understandable >therefore combat =/ optimal >therefore goto "bruteforce" >XX-99, XX-56, XX-45, XX-44 attempt ambush routine from vents, from targets left, right, and above >target must be secured >necrons can survive decapitation >therefore optimal strategy at this time = decapitating strike
>>97797021>>97795536>>97791279>>97797415>>97796688>be Lord General Wayne Reksar Monger >or W. R. Monger to my friends >and good God Emperor this is boring >a trial?>for what? the man already said he's gonna get war production up and running on the double what is left to talk about!?>but no because some upper class Chynaman is pissy about too much piss in his rice we all gotta waste more time when we could be prepping for the next deployment >im already revving my motors since we'll be deploying with that hot piece of military standard discipline the leader of the Mordian Iron Guard Company 44th>they call her iron vixen, rumors are she shot her own husband for cowardice canigetanoorah.vox>that bannerman rogue trader and "un" fella are getting close >any one with eyes could see everyone is fixing to get a piece of this world's pie before they realize how screwed their getting >it pisses me off>not because I object but because I'm stuck here and can't participate>suddenly get a ping from one of them space marines who they sent to go find the metal boy's talking box "here are the co-ordinates for a deserted Leman Russ battle tank depot exercise caut-" >i dont read the rest, grab my coat, the game is on and im getting me a brand spanking new fleet of Leman Russ battle tanks to grind up and spit out the next poor bastards the Cadian 7th army end up going up against >i trust my secretary to get everyone we need to run this party, the nearest medicae, the closest troops, everything >i dont care if i miss dinner this is way more appetizing
>>97799890>be tech priest Steve>i...>i dont >they use...polymorphine...>that drug that the Assassinorum has been forced to ration due to the Lord Commander Gulliman's orders to deploy at full force across the dark imperium >and use 11/12ths of it to...>bake?>bake fried dough balls?>fried dough balls that turn humans into animals temporarily?>the metalica designation says nothing >im at a lost for words too >so i simply blurt out everything at once "w-why bake them? would'nt intravenous injections work better? why flavor them? how do you get around the addictive risks to the troops, why animal genes and not something closer to the human base line? how do you get around the usual 5 minutes its takes trained caladis assassins to preform their transformation? how...why?" >i realize im sputtering as the Metallica delegation simply looks at us both, probably thinking we're a heretic and a moron, respectively
