The last planet we did:https://1d6chan.miraheze.org/wiki/The_Battle_of_Chyna_SecundusSome theme music:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJNz2QgSNskAlright Anons! Who is ready for sun, sand, promethium, and heretics?>Be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">the Felinid Winter Guard has finally been deployed off Chyna Secundus>and where did the Munitorum decide to send us?>a fething desert world called "Pershah Gulf">the retard who though it would be a great idea to send a regiment called the Felinid ""WINTER"" Guard to a desert world NEEDS to be servitorized >Throne... the white shields I baby sit could do a better job than those morons...>that said... the Adeptus Munitorum has paid some rogue trader to transport us all to Pershah Gulf>the trip was mostly uneventful...>MOSTLY>I kinda... sorta... accidently ran over Lord Commissar Kate's favorite staff car with the Stormsword, which Kate has since taken as her personal command vehicle>she punished me by banning me from driving it and reassigned me to the recon company...>All in all, a rather light punishment... she even let me take Tiny Tam and Lil' Tom with me>speaking of Tiny Tam... she has been in a better mood as of late>no "episodes" from Tiny Tam to speak of... thank the Emperor for that...>after a month-long voyage through the warp, we reenter real space above Pershah Gulf>we promptly load our gear into a couple Heavy Landers>our Heavy Landers make landfall in the space port in Hive Ar'Saudi at around midnight local time>upon exiting the Heavy Lander I am slammed by a blast of ICE COLD night air>check my hand held Auspex...>ITS FRAKKING 30F outside!>since when do desert planets get THIS cold>Lord Commissar Kate tells us to transfer the supplies and equipment into some Cargo-8s>turns out we aren't sticking around in the city>I bundle up in my Guard issue parka and start helping out>once everything is loaded into the Cargo-8s we depart for Fort Ar'Tanin(1/2)
>>97960698>the drive through the city is an odd one...>the few civies going about their business in the early hours of the morning are dressed strangely>the men wear what look like pajamas, while the women wear tarps with eyes slits cut into them>our convoy has to stop on multiple occasions to allow herds of goats cross the rockcrete streets>the Lord Governator's place has to be the largest I have ever seen>from the main causeway we could see that this palace had enormous gardens and gold-plated walls>Throne... the Promethium industry must have really made these bastards rich>when we leave the city, we can just see a sliver of sun light coming over the horizon>we aren't even half-way to the Fort when it starts getting hot>and I mean really hot>I have long since stashed away my parka>even just wearing Guard BDUs makes feel like I'm being baked alive>check my Auspex...>it is 95F... and its not even close to noon>look around the back of the Cargo-8...>I'm not the only one struggling>Lil' Tom has stollen my flask and dowsed his head in Amasec in desperate attempt to stay cool>Tiny Tam is using my data-slate to fan herself... it not working>as we arrive at Fort Ar'Tanin we are given fresh water and actual desert fighting equipment>the Imperial Guard Desert BDUs we are given have this funky tan-brown and white camouflage pattern>Lil' Tom says it looks like chocolate chip-cookies >...>he is not wrong>before anything else, the officers of our regiment get summoned to a briefing>its being held in one of the command bunkers, I half expect it to just as suffocatingly hot inside>but no... ITS ACTUALLY AIR CONDITIONED>oh thank the Emperor>the briefing we given shatters any hope that this is just some minor heretical uprising>most of the Hive Cities and their PDF forces have gone full traitor and joined the arch-enemy>same with some of the native Imperial Guard...(2/2)
>>97960819>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">be sitting and listening to this Lord General giving us the briefing>I think he is from the Tallarn Imperial Guard detachment>the prognosis pretty grim>most of the world has gone traitor...>and worse yet they are sitting on a HUGE stock of weapons>turns out that Fort Er'Erak and Fort Ar'Babil where massive armories>the heretics have enough auto-guns and lasrifles to arm a fuck huge army>worse yet the ALSO have a lot of tanks!>granted they are mostly those grox-shit AT-70s and AT-83s>but they still have some good equipment like the Macharius super heavies...>throne... this planet is going to be a pain the ass to retake>before long the briefing comes to an end...>and I am yet again outside in this awful heat>Tam and Lil' Tom have found some shade under some camo netting>I am about to ask how they are holding up when Lord Commissar Kate comes up>turns out she has mission for my recon squad... >strait from Imperial Guard command even>pulls me aside and gives me the rundown>the heretics have some Deathstrike missiles>they have been firing them periodically from the Ar'Durkdurka Mountains>great... >she gives me a map of the map of the region and tells me to get my squad ready...>I go over and grab Tiny Tam and Lil' Tom to help requisition supplies for this mission>given we are going behind enemy lines... in a desert that likes to jump between too hot and too cold, we are gonna alot of gear
>>97960698>be Lady Marie de Antoi'nette Clouseau Poirot de Nicolett>of ze most honorable Rogue trader house Nicolett >hon hon hon >it appears ma rival house ze "honorable" lord Bannerman hath made some moves in zith sector>it be bad form if i did not do ze same>i order more wine as i look over my target>le world Pershah>a promethium world>most useful but in a rather sad state as ze moment>one because half of it zeems to be in rebellion>two because it is not mine>Fock de Gaulle readys my personal deployment of Scintillan Fusiliers and the Covent of the sisters of battle "Ordre du Cœur Blindé">a rather "enflammé" group of sisters who forsake ranged weapons for "de près et personnel">with a few Tallarn Desert Raiders i dubbed my "foreign legions" because zey are so out of place among my more refined troops>at one time i might have been embarrassed of having such uncouth brutes in my employ but rumors are that Lord Bannerman is employing BEASTKIN of all things nowhonhonhonhonhon.vox>i roll the wine in my glass as i lean back and enjoy the view of my forces deploying >it be proper form to deploy them under the direct orders of the current Lord General leading the mission>a mordian of all things>lovely blue on her uniform but hardly anything worth writing home about really>some gold inlay and she be a proper lady of higher society in no time, cold, focused, polite in tongue yet blood thirsty in the eyes>she seems like she put my troops to good use>but a rogue trader never won anything of value by letting others capture it for them>DYING for you is one thing, but there needs to be an illusion of actual effort put forth or you just look lazy>and lazy rogue traders are easy pickings>so while i give a few 18,000 troops to "reinforce" the lines i have my true force deploy Opération Daguet's true force near the St. Osmani Aerodrome to push into the gulf itself>attacking by sea>its awfully "Bannerish">but needs must>VIVE LA EMPERUR DES IMPERIUM
>>97961298>be me>private first class of the Winter Guard Tiny Tam>AND NOTHING ELSE>after Chyna and several long talks with da- Lieutenant Tom>i have decided to put a hold on my psyker powers unless and i quote "another greater demon shows up and even then wait a bit to see if anyone else can handle it">dont have to tell me twice >i roll the aquilla he gave me in my hands >i dont know much about it other than he got it off some street vendor >but for some reason when i wear it i dont get bombarded with warp voices anymore>so i pretty much keep it on 24/7 now>Lil Tom and I are hiding out under some camo netting to get out from the Sun >this new planet SUCKS >its so frakking hot >why did they send a furred abhuman regiment to a desert world?>it feels like the set up to a bad joke>Lt comes up and says we have a job for the newly crowned "recon squad" >which includes the whiteshields for some reason >i dont question it anymore >We go to requistion supplies for the mission past the defense line >its a hike past a massive protehium field that is practically screaming "set to explode" and into the mountains that are filled with trained heretics, deathstrike missiles, and who knows what else>Lil Tom and i share a look as he gets that look in his eye>i dont like that look >he gets that look when he needs me to cover for him applying what he learned from that Ratling woman on Chyna Secundus >ever since the Stormsword got claimed by Lord Commissar Kate he's been nursing a grudge since he isnt a "tank commander in training" anymore >i miss when i was the irresponsible one >well not irresponsible thats unfair >mentally strained and manic?>on the verge of a breakdown?>overtaken by the warp?>i sigh and look to Da-Lt Tom"so what's the plan?"excited to see how this one pans out, im for sure taking it easier this time with less moving parts and more grounded characters
>be me>Baron Harkonnen>controller of spice production on Pershah>NOT a fat bald weirdo who bathes in oil and paints everything black and grey like some m32 emo weirdo, but the fat, balding, disease encrusted slob who's a little too much into incest and kids>why yes I am a worshipper of nurgle, how could you tell?>The imperium certainly can't>They put me in charge of most of the planet's cities>Which promptly were subverted by a nurgle cult who flooded the drinking waters with disease>I love the smell of fresh corpses in the morning>And the Imperium thinks I had nothing to do with it!>Lord Galmon is truly an effective mentor and leader>Anyway, I'm dining in hive ar'mozul when I get word that some loyalists have escaped the cities and gone to ground with their kin in the mountains>Troubling, but quickly fixed>send a vox to one of my contacts in high command, a fool who would do anything to curry favour, and tell him that there are deathstrike missiles hidden in the mountains>expect them to just bomb them from orbit, but no, to my surprise, they're actually sending ground units to capture them>Works for me, either they kill the loyalists or the loyalists kill them>Now back to cultivating my face pustules...
>>97961536>>97961604>>97961298>be Canoness Preceptor Joan Delarc>of the order of the Armored Heart >i finish offering prayers to the God Emperor and our Order's spiritual liege, Lady Catherine.>i offer thanks that even under the punishment of serving as Lady Marie's guard for the oath our order swore to her ancestors during the The rebellion at Italica>i ready my halberd and flamers>we have experience fighting those who give praises to the blood god of the archenemy >and our experience fighting in close combat minimizes our chance of setting the promethium fields ablaze >to that end i give thanks to the God Emperor of Mankind for sending us to this world >but not every rose is thornless >the Rogue trader is more set on securing personal glory and claiming resources than the mission we were given by those in command >that being the capture or destruction of Ar'Mozul Aerodrome>deploying through the gulf, capturing the promethium platforms drawing their attention from the defense line and allowing a small force with heavy armour to push into the mountains to silence the heretics airforces >a duty honorably charged indeed, and quite risky>the rogue trader is not pleased to part with us but under promises that she would receive credit for her part in reclaiming the world and that any glory gained by my sisters would reflect well on her, she allowed us to join Operation Daguet. >since we are trained in swift close combat my sisters and I will serve as recon to test their defenses for any anti armor >not excluding the reports of Deathstrike missiles in the mountains >a unit of abhumans is supposedly set to handle that >ugh >im not sure why they are given such an imporant task for the campaign but its not my duty to question the orders of those the God Emperor felt fit to put into command >i order my squad to ready their battle hymns and test their power weapons and carapace power armor 1/2
>>97961799>the blessed arms and armor of our order and what allows us to fight as Lady Catherine did>as well as several Melta Grenades to be used to remove anti armor fortifications as we come across them >its a rapid strike of shock troops so we will be focused on speed and silence for the most part but should the worst come to past we are to push into the mountains and await reinforcement and evac >supposedly the mountains are filled with tunnels the enemy have used to escape the Emperor's judgement>a fitting place for the scum to hide if nothing else>we will deploy as the sun sets not only for cover but also to avoid overheating>i offer one final prayer of gratitude that even though this began as a punishment i can still bring death to the most deserving of the archenemy>the brutes who slaughter the innocent without mercy"sisters we are set to bring death to one of our orders most hated foes, the followers of the path of bloodshed">they repeat the oath of our order "The Emperor is our Strength and our Shield!">i continue "Suffer not those who would inflict pain on the innocent, those who would maim and burn the flesh of our charges like stone under chisel.">and they repeat"The Emperor is our Strength and our Shield!">i finish the consecration "we will show no mercy to those who turn their back on the Emperor of Mankind, to his people, to his lambs who offer their wool and blood to his causes as his is their duty to the mighty shepherd militant of mankind!">with a final response they raise their heads on the final word"The Emperor is our Strength and our Shield!">praise to the Emperor that we might yet bring death to his foes >now we line up at the Defense Line South for the clearance to push forward and begin our sacred duty >to my testing the abhumans appear to be deploying at the same time as us>i pray they find the absolution their foul existence deems by bringing death to the traitors2/2
>>97961604>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">be getting ready for a recon mission on the Ar'Durkdurka Mountains>Tiny Tam looks to me and asks"so what's the plan?">I pause and wipe the seat of my forehead..."We... need a lot of supplies. Water especially, desert survival equipment, and explosives...">I pause to take a swig of water from my canteen"I am going to try to requestion us some transport... hiking in this heat will be a killer..">we reach the supply bunker, it like the command bunker, it is air conditioned>fill out an equipment requestion form >request 6 water canteens per squad member>rations, specifically Carb-bars>a few tents >Accatran Mk-IVc recon lasrifles (they are lighter, which will help given this mission)>a crate Krak grenades>a Accatran Mk-II missile launcher>a case of 4 Krak missiles>and an extra pair of magnoculars>I hand the form to the munitorum clerk behind the counter>too my surprise we get everything I requested >Emperor be praised... this mission might just go off without a hitch>instruct Tiny Tam and Lil' Tom to go fill the water canteens >meanwhile I'll try to sweet talk the Lord Commissar into letting me borrow a Centaur RSV>and surprise surprise... she allows it>I then go find a Sky Talon pilot willing to drop us off in the mountains...>which I do... but I have to bribe him with some of my private Amasec stockpile >with that done... I drive up to the supply bunker and try to get the squad loaded in
>be trooper Ali Bagda Durkdurk >of the free people of Pershah>i can feel the thrum of red in my head like the very sky has a heartbeat >ever since the great prophet came and spoke to Planetary Governer Amed Hassan Burkaburka and Vice Governer Saddamistic Husseen >he revealed so much >the true path to freedom >vengeance against Kurd Rebels>freedom for the Sunna and all people of the Gulf from those who use us for our promethium >it was only natural that great leader Saddamisitc would remove the nonbeliever of Hassan and proclaim the true path for the righteous >granted there were some changes that needed to be made>and with the water making us sick it became clear the great satan of the imperium of man would never leave us be >his words inspired such feverish rage that we overthrew the old leaders of Er'Kuwandi >many in that city now sing jovially even as they cough and suffer, the effects of the poison they were no doubt liberated from as the rest of the free army rage and frenzy on their behalf>now we slaughter the loyal dogs freely and let the heat of rage guide our hands as the streets run red with blood and promethium >reports are that the loyal dogs have met with what remains of the Kurds in the mountains >we will slaughter them in time for now we have to deal with the dogs of the great satan, the Ar'Saudi and the forces sent to stop the words of the great prophet >we will be free or the world will burn >either way in the words of the great prophet?>"we shall make the great satan bleed enough to replace the oceans of promethium of this world a thousand times over"
>be Imperial Navy ace pilot Aquila-13>be flight lead of the elite Aquila Squadron, now widely known as the "Yellow Tails">we have just recently been redeployed to this world "Preshah Gulf">it is a minor step up from the last planet we were deployed to>despite the scorching hot days and frigid nights, the skies are clear>very few clouds even>a change that, Emperor knows, I do appreciate...>but we have had some trouble getting our Thunderbolts air worthy>the fine dusty sand was, as the Engineseers say "upsetting the machine spirits" >while we had this down time had the ground crews pain a more... appropriate livery to our fighters>by the time the Enginseers have soothed the machine spirits of our Thunderbolts the new pain jobs were dry>with our Thunderbolts prepared for both combat and the ravages of this desert world, we take to the skies>taking off from St. Osmani Aerodrome, we fly west to the Imperial defense lines>Command fears that the heretics will launch air raids from their own airfields>so, we are flying with a full load of 4 Skystrike missiles each...>In short, my squadron is flying air cover>I look over my shoulder to look at our newest member, Aquila-2 >kids young and only has a little over 300 flight hours under his belt>he maybe green as they come, but he shows some potential>as we reach the defense lines we turn south bound and fly along the defensive works>looking around... I can see that the sky is clear... no clouds today by the looks of it>and looking to the ground bellow... nothing but sand... >almost baren completely>after a couple hours of flight, we reach the central defense lines>still nothing... or so I thought>my vox crackles to life, its Aquila-2 "Uh sir? I think I see a dust cloud to our west... I think it's too small to be a sandstorm">I look... it takes me a good minute... but I see it too>It certainly is no dust storm either>only one thing can kick up that much sand in the desert...>Tanks... lots of them
>>97961604>>97961850>Be Felinid Sergeant Kitten “Pussy In Boots” McPurr>I spent the last few weeks of the Chyna deployment in a local prison for trivial bullshit like “murder” and “crimes against humanity”>How am I supposed to keep track of which degenerates I am allowed to kill, and which are still protected by local power brokers? Pretty much everyone on that shit hole planet belonged to at least two secret societies of degeneracy >Luckily the Guard often doesn’t care about local laws, particularly not Commissar Tammy, who is always fishing her favorites out of trouble >But as punishment, I get assigned to the “recon company”, which is apparently a euphemism for “collection of suicide squads” for Kate’s personal use >Tom is here, probably due to a certain traffic incident, and the psyker kid too, either because Tom requested her, or having an unsanctioned psyker in the regiment was getting a little inconvenient, or both >Anyways, the planet is stinking hot and far too bright >The locals are all sexually frustrated religious weirdos, or wealthy degenerates, or both >And the uniforms suck and carrying six canteens is cramping my style >On the plus side I may finally get to ride in a Centaur RSV >Assuming Kate doesn’t just head shot him for asking, though they were pretty close back in the day >In the meantime I will hide in the shade and read the briefing >And also “accidentally” lose a few pieces of my uniform >Felinids don’t get sunburns, well I don’t anyways, and my hair and skin tone match the sand better than that shit camo anyways >According to the briefing, Intelligence doesn’t really understand most of the cults on this planet yet, but it does mention there is a quasi-religious group called the “Durka Durka Durr Jihad”, that want to turn the Durkadurka Mountains into a sovereign state that answers to no one
>>97962047>It seems like the DDDJ are allied with the “Immolating Cohorts” who are one of the main groups of baddies on the planet >Also the DDDJ sound like a group of inbred goat fucking hicks even by the standards of this planet >There are plenty of other sources of potential opposition in the mountains according to this list, but lunatics with cheap autoguns, cheaper RPGs, and even cheaper suicide vests seem easier to fight than some of the other things on here, so here is hoping
>>97962047good to see you back Sgt. kitten.I must say that the Durkadurka Mts seem to be a hot bed of activity. I have counted no less than 4 different groups active there... loyalist, "Kurds", the DDDJ, and Chaos cultists of both the Khornate and Nurglite sort....suffice to say, the recon team is walking into to a shit short... a three-way shit storm at that
>>97962047>>97961850>>97961604>be Tiny Tam>our little squad is coming together>surprisingly we got everything we requested>oh we're in trouble>nothing good ever comes of when the Administratum doesnt argue with you >Lil Tom comes back from his "walk" with a a few extra bags that we quickly load into the Centaur while LT Tom is busy getting the recon squad together>some are coming along well but others are trying to get out of it since this is the first push past the wall and its into enemy mountain terrain>it doesnt help that most who got assigned did something to piss the Lord Commissar off recently>Lt Tom is doing his best but for lack of a better term>its like herding catshehe>Lil Tom promises that the bags are filled with "goodies and other stuff Bilby taught me how to use to avoid another "Hab-Block 04J repeat">i feel a shutter go up my tail at the memories of that ambush and my "kitnapping">yeah lets avoid that>the south wall is pretty cluttered apparently we arnt the only ones getting sent out>there is a pretty vocal sister of battle force that is getting deployed with us so i suppose thatexplains why we got the Centaur since they'll get one of their fancy nun-mobiles to transport them and they could use the support to give the enemy easier targets to aim for >maybe im being too cynical>maybe these are the nice sisters of battle like that woman who took me too late to the trial on Chyna Secundus >that warm thought lasts as long as one of the more "eager" of the winter guard tries fraternizing with one of the sisters and gets gut punched so hard he sounds like a hole in an leaky airbag>Lt Tom checks his list and sighs as he has two of the other "recon members" drag him over >guess even bruised ribs dont get you excused>could have been worse, my uncle on Nordica II used to tell me that the Sisters of battle pick orphans from the schola based on who could throw buckets of promethium on abhumans and light them on fire while singing on key
>>97961536>Be me, Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader >tis been an eventful little expedition >Made some new friends, blew up some old enemies >But most important of all>The fleet has been retrofitted and is all operational >Which means we are up from three to twenty five ships>Which mean I can bring in more troops>Now then, to business >Pershah, a glorified taphole>As we come into orbit I spot a smaller fleet in the livery of House de Nicolette>Because when you are successful, your rivals will steal your ideas >Damne, this is my plan, and a young lady like her should learn to respect seniority >Anyway, she seems to be deploying on ground>Probably to secure the one promethium well still in imperial hands>Well then, good luck transporting it offworld>Order the fleet close to the orbital promethium terminal >Have the troops prepare to 'secure' and 'protect' both the terminal, the promethium and the personnel stationed there>I, meanwhile, shall meet with the governor>For I have some legal business with him
(1/3)>Be Priscilla, Least Fortunate Woman in the Galaxy >It has only been a few weeks since Chyna Secundus and I am already on a new planet with a new mission >Given the option between keeping busy doing a moderately dangerous info gathering mission, or lounging around trying to drown out my existential dread with ideal luxuries, I guess both have some pluses and minuses>Given that here on the planet Pershah Gulf I am doing both of those things, hopefully some of the pluses will cancel out some of the minuses >Hive Ar’Saudi has an unusual social structure >On many Imperial worlds, the elite have access to anything they want, and sometimes fall to Chaos out of boredom, the middle class get some luxuries as a reward, but fall seeking more power and greater extremes, and the lower class are expected to live off nothing but starvation rations and religious fanaticism, and sometimes fall because they are so repressed they jizz their rags at the sight of exposed flesh, so imagine what a daemonette could do to them >Hive Ar’Saudi takes these social divisions to extremes >At the top are several layers of royal and noble clans, who rarely ever leave their harems, except those who are so full of themselves that they are given fake ministry jobs so they can bully around some fake bureaucrats when they are not fucking twenty different supermodels each day >Then there are the “honored tribes” who do the real work, except not really for most of them. Most ambitious officials seek to monopolize control of a government ministry, and then hire the rest of their tribe into said ministry, where most do as little as possible except defend against takeovers from other tribes >Then there are the “lesser tribes”, who don’t do anything other than pretend to be religious, get paid not to revolt, and try to keep their remaining women from being kidnapped into the harems of the royals and nobles
>>97962342(2/3)>Then the actual work is done by workers from a swampy penal hive called Bengaldurr, who are treated worse than slaves, but would rather be boiled alive than be sent back to their horrid home land >The decadent palaces of the upper levels of Ar’Saudi are filled with extravagantly wealthy off world tourists, which is what I am supposed to be pretending to be, but today my mission takes me to the mid-hive, to a hookah bar frequented by the Derbaderb tribe, who control a large portion of Ar’Saudi’s secret police >The faux religious fanaticism that is popular here reminds me of the Tallarn, and I wonder if there is something about desert worlds that encourages such behaviour >Maybe it is the poverty mixed with the fact you have to wear heavy robes anyways for the climate >Much like the Tallarn, the locals of the mid-hive react to my exposed face, neck, and modest décolletage with intense lust, only held in check with the abject fear they have for anyone significantly richer than themselves >I get plenty of leers on my way to the hookah bar, and once I enter it >It doesn’t help that I am the only woman here, even the servers are male pre-teens in make-up >As my intel suggested, the head of Ar’Saudi’s secret police, Borat Derbaderb, is here, reading a dataslate full of information that probably should have never left secure facilities >Anything useful that the Ar’Saudi police know about the local cults hidden in their hive is probably on that dataslate >And now I just have to get it off him >I walk up to Borat >Everyone in the room is looking at us >From what I have heard, Borat takes his job semi-seriously, but like many in this room, he mostly cares about the wealth and luxuries his position gives him, most of which comes from bribes and extortion “I give you 50 gold trade bars and dataslate full of pictures of boobs for your dataslate of secrets, plus 500 more trade bars if you have better secrets to trade in one week”
>>97962353(3/3)>Borat thinks for a moment, and then hands me his dataslate in return for my dataslate and bag full of gold >I turn and leave, relatively confident that my promise of additional bribes will keep anyone from trying to get the secret info I just bought back >Once I am safely back in my massive hotel suite in the upper levels, I look through the rather flimsy intel the secret police have gathered so far >”Durka Durka Durr Jihad”, “Goat Fucker Posse”, “Oiled Muscle Boys”, “The Harem Coven” >Are these actual names of cults, or just offensive stereotypes? Maybe they sound better in the local language >This isn’t much to go on, most of these don’t seem like serious cults, just a collection of questionable rumors, urban legends, blatant racial profiling, probably some insider jokes from immature agents, maybe a few genuine criminal gangs, separatist movements and deviant societies >The only one that seems potentially legit is “The Harem Coven” and even they are probably several layers removed from anyone who knows anything about Galmon’s plans >Ugh, it is a start though >I send everything I have to Spencer, wherever he is, in the form of a datadump, and then start brainstorming ways to infiltrate this Harem Coven >Nothing I can think off doesn’t involve losing at least a little dignity >Fuck my life
>be Spencer >Commander Spencer >no i dont have a favorite store on the citadel the fuck are you talking about?>after Chyna Secundus id have thought id get a few days as the Sect digested the news were at war with Lord Galmon's "super special chaos club">nope>straight into the next mess and now im in charge of operations>Roshi or whatever his real name was left with the grey knight ship since reports got back to Titan and they were sending someone to investigate>according to him its so they can "debrief him and also get his mission reports">not gonna miss that guy>that said i DO miss having someone with more experience under his belt>my operation expertise is shooting people and saving the same woman from increasingly miserable situations>that said i feel like im doing a fairly okay job for my first time in command> officially our orders are to gather "potential assets and disrupt Lord Galmon's plans" >i get a ping on my auspex from Priscilla>...>man cults are just calling themselves fucking anything these days, huh?>i fix my cloak as i sling my bolt rifle over my shoulder>the one good thing about being in command is i dont have to do stupid plans with ridiculous names to go undercover>i just turned my armor black and rolled with it>most imperial citizens shit themselves seeing an "emperor's angel" anyway why complicate it when i can just be a random "space marine">since Pricilla is doing the leg work on the cult part, id figure id do the leg work on the "asset recruitment" part>supposedly our intel said there are some rebels in the mountains>not the same rebels who are currently fighting the imperials >the rebels who fought the imperials a few millennia ago or something>"kurds">apparently when this planet got rediscovered and the promethium deposits were found they decided that rather than join up and get filthy rich they wanted to just go live in the tunnels under the mountains1/2
>>97962459>>97962342(forgot to tag anyone whoops) >the issue im finding out is that apparently its very hard to find one SPECIFIC group of lunatic rebels in the cave system compared to say cast out mutants, wildmen, chaos spawn, and a bear>not a great start honestly but what else am i going to do>not like i could hire a guide>it be nice to keep a low profile for once>though judging by Priscilla's report im going to have to go save her at some point >we've been at this so long i think we both just accept it as part of the mission planning>i even accounted for it in the budget >im trying to figure out what cover story im going to tell these guys when i meet up with them>supposedly there are no real imperial lovers in the Kurds but there are reports the escaped Er'Kuwandi loyalists might have found their way here >this is one of those things that makes me wish the old man was still around >Alpharius, not the pervert>because the Sect is fairly odd in that as far as i understand it (which admittedly is very little) we're a mix of chaos factions, ex inquisition, loyalists, pirates, wet work operatives, drop outs from the assassinorum, gang bosses from hive scum cartels, black market suppliers, girl scouts, xenos allied excommunicates, radicals, free agents, paid agents, part time agents, and Gods know what else all working towards...>something>so really i can tell these guys i work for anyone and it wouldn't even really be a lie>but i DO need a cover story>im thinking back to that inquisition group we ran into on Chyna Secundus >MACI-SOG>experimental inquisition group that was less "inquisitive" and more "kill everyone and make them never have existed.">respect>and also believable since they only thing more confusing than working for the sect is actually working for the inquisition >so ive come up with a little name for my "asset" collection organization >Chosen Intervention Assets >or CIA for short
>Be me>Farseer Isendavar of Craftworld Ulthwé>Currently setting up base somewhere secluded >Why I am here, you ask?>Well, the vision I saw foretold that if this mon-keigh world fell, the imperium would lose a vital fuel source>Such an event would set in motion a domino effect, crippling the humans in the sector>Bad enough, but several exodite and maiden worlds would go down with it>And we can't have that, now can we?>So here I am, high in the mountains, away from the main lines>I have dispatched several rangers to keep me informed >When the time is right, I shall aid the imperials by giving them hints as needed>For now however, I am content to wait>Order some Eldar tea, and fetch my copy of the Daily Seer: Morning Edition >The most reputable newspaper in all the Craftworlds>I do wonder what the sports section has today
>Be me Major Gareth of the 87th Montag Helljumpers >Stationed on Pershah as we are representing ourselves in a trade deal with the Pershians>Essentially we want to top up our promethium reserves seeing as our regiment utilises mass melta gun>Montag is a massive promethium refinery world but we do need to top up in sectors Montag isnt in>Whilst high command is in talks I'm on shore leave in Ar'Saudi>Currently waking up from a massive bender>There was plenty of drinks in the tourist sector>Plenty of tail>I know this as I woke up next to a local dancer i met yesterday whilst in my drunken gaze>I should ask for her name>Take a drag of my cigarette and look out >Fuck my head is still pounding
>>97962226>Be Lord Admiral Henry Arbuthnot Valerian Ponsonby-Bannerman, heir to the Ponsonby-Bannerman dynasty>Promoted from commodore>Because my lord great-grandfather dediced I needed to be promoted for leading a larger fleet>Even if I am officially retired>Buuuuuuut you know how it goes>The navy isn't as corrupt as the Guard, but nepotism and patronage still get you places>Anyway, the seizure of the orbital promethium terminal went well>The Drookians easily subdued the security detial>And the Magos was so good as to persuade his fellow tech-priests to 'surrender' for lack of a better word>In reality we are just 'visiting'>But most of the tankers here were already ours>And most of the fuel ready for export is currently making it's way to the protectorate>My lord great-grandfather, of course, is making his way down planetside>Because of a set of complicated deals and contracts between the local government, and Bannerman Promethium, our specialised promethium company>Or BP for short>He can legally seize equipment and promethium if the Pershah government fails to meet quota >And this rebellion is a fine excuse to do such a thing>With the terminal secure, we can move on to step two>Well, we would have, but the appereance of House Nicolett makes things a bit more complicated>Their ships are more decorated than ours, bunch of pooftahs >Well, come to close to the orbital terminal and you'll get a nice good drubbing>Troop movements seem to indicate that they'll move up along the shore>All nice and good>But not very creative>And we Ponsonby-Bannerman's are very creative>And the colonel has returned from the terminal, so we can proceed in full>Be me, Colonel Fergus Angus Kenneth McArthain, Clan Chief of Clan McArthain>Whit a bleedin' sandbox>A'll git sand in ma fuckin' tartan>Still, the terminal wis easy tae secure>An' Laird Bannerman has thankfully chosen a place withoot much sand
>>97962811>The aquitic landers are ready, so the marines can tak the Er'Kuwadi Gulf promethium ile platforms>Nae, nae space marines, actual marines>Praetorians trained in maritime operations, boardin' actions an' amphibian landins>Bannerman does keep several seaships in reserve for sic a occasion>Battleships, cruisers, frigates, submarines ye name it>Scout submarines are already scoutin' and sinkin' several heretical ships aroond the platforms>Because o' the dangers involved wi' the material, we shall be carefu'"Hae ma personal lander made ready, an' hae a platform aboard oceanic battleship HMS Atholl cleared for ma arrival.">The sea is fine, but bloody hell I hate the desert>But that's whit the camel corps is for>As well as the Armoured Diveesion
>>97962754>Be Major Gareth 87th Montag Helljumpers >As I'm smoking I see heavy landers descending into Ar'Saudi>Ah shit looks like a guard regiment>Something must be going on if newbies are being called in>I should probably go get a status report sorted>The woman wakes up finally and sees me>I stare back and go to get my gear back on"Feel free to stay if you want. I've got to head on out. Duty calls">With my gear on I head out>Sergeant Johnson is whipping men to shape"Get me a vox link. I want a status report on planet issues as well as an update on how promethium negotiations are going""Affirmative sir! Hudson go get that god damned vox caster">Private Hudson wants to say a quip but rushes out to go get us online vox wise>Notice a scent on my clothes>Perfume >Must have been her Perfume >Shit didnt ask her name>Screw it focus Gareth>We got a job to do
>>97962896>Be Major Gareth, 87th Montag Helljumpers >Hudson came back with the vox Caster linked up to planetary operations >Turns out quite a fucking lot of shit is going down>Man are we fucked for not looking into this shit and just focusing on the promethium trade negotiations and enjoying shore leave >Several cities have gone traitor and the mountain range is housing a local jihadist group and some other cults >Well we best get moving>Order my Helljumpers to get moving>We're heading to the St Osmani Aerodome as we have our valkyries and vultures there >Probably will go attack Er'Kuwadi, topple its leadership and establish a FOB by contacting allied guard forces to reinforce it>Seeing as we are essentially a storm trooper regiment we want to be in and out quick>Doubly so seeing as we are all kitted out with melta guns, melta carbines and inferno pistols>Helps being from a promethium rich world>Speaking of which, negotiations are stable according to our commanders>The Saudis are being a bit difficult but if we assist in reclaiming the world we might get a deal put through>We load up in some centaurs and Tauroxes and begin the journey to the Aerodome>All the while I listen to the vox for any updates >Be it from other guard regiments or from any other allied forces
>>97962811>>97962226>>97961536>be Lady Marie de Antoi'nette Clouseau Poirot de Nicolett>tsk>it appears ze Lord Bannerman and his fleet arrived eariler than expected >and they already secured the orbital terminal>id be rather cross right now>if i was actually trying to get the promethium off world >see there is a lovely thing about extractiums in that each is labeled with the house that made them>qui trouve garde, if you will>and i have quite the stashed trove of extractors i brought>it doesnt matter how many ships they own if the extractors used to drill and refine the oil is owned by moi>they'd still have to pay for it>now im not so stupid as to suddenly just start firing on the promethium fields>thats bad form and too obvious>but if say, an accident were to happen?>well who can blame a rouge trader for finding opportunity, no?>there is one problem>Er'Kuwadi Promethium Platforms>large scale refinerys that have a basis of STC foundation, too expensive to replace and the mechanicus would get up my cul about it>i can already see Bannerman's fleet of water ships getting ready to deploy>they accuse us Nicolett's of not being creative but honestly thats rich coming from the house that uses carrys a sea fleet within their space fleet>but let it never be said i can't learn>i sip my wine as i watch the sea tanker Durance approach unarmed as she is "captured" by the enemy platform>3>2>1>oh dear it appears those foul heretics set one of the old tankers ablaze and it exploded!>oh la la, how could this happen>it appears my fellow rogue trader house was too slow in deploying>not to worry my friends i will step in to offer aid>i look to my aide Roquejeoffre and he nods>i may not have as many ships as Bannerman but i do have de Gaulle>a carrier that holds my personal Aeronautica Imperialis>i send word to Bannerman"oh mon vieil ami, il semble que vous ayez des problèmes avec vos avoirs ? They say a firm hand is the first thing to go in old age."
>>97963473>id love to sit and watch that brute Bannerman insists isnt speaking orkish but truth is reports are that the governor of Ar'Saudi is having a little fête and im dying to put on airs >i order one of my finer dresses readied as i should at least "pretend" to offer my condolences to the Bannerman family for their recent string of hardships >having to recruit beastly abhumans of all things, outright banning a chapter of space marines from his holdings, only getting a few hundred years of holding a single hive city in Chyna Secundus>half the planet was Bombardée to dust, how did you manage not to take them for all it was worth? >tsk tsk tsk >its always hard when a rival doesnt realize when its time to pass the torch >Lord Admiral Henry Arbuthnot Valerian Ponsonby-Bannerman should honestly be in charge>young, virile, strapping>he be fun to play these sorts of games against >Bannerman is too old for any real fun>i should know my former husband was the same way>all noblity and pomp no real bite to him>shame he got killed in that guillotine manufactorum>nobody ever found the gunman who shot him>i look myself over in the mirror>dress? parfait>hair? magnifique>digital weapon ring, Bodyglove underarmor, Archeotech Fusion Gun ankle gun, and emergency Refractor field?>well a lady can't go out without everything she might need, no?>allons-y
>Be me>Overlord Menthesuphis the horticulturist>In ancient times, I was the court gardener to the Silent King>Even this world was once a splendid garden>All was good and green, and I had collected many a rare plant from across the galaxy >But that was aeons ago>When I awoke, I found out the hard way what happened >My precious planet dry and barren>My plant life turned into black syrup>I am as angry as can be>Who is responsible for this vandalism?>The Eldar?>The Orks?>A loose C'tan?>No, something far younger and more numerous >Look at them, how they crawl in the dunes, eating sand, and living in literal hives>Fitting for these insects >Enough already! We shall awaken and cleanse this world of the vermin who infestate it!>On second thought, I should be careful, and patient>If there's anything being a gardener has thaugt me >It's that you should first review your tools>Which is exactly what I shall do"Gather my advisors, immortals, crypteks, wardens, all of them. Begin the reanimation protocols, I want my legions ready."
>>97963217>>97963556>Be Major Gareth>We arrive at the aerodrome so I order all units to mount up into the valkyries and for vulture pilots to get up and running >Get a report from one of them about two Rogue Trader fleets in orbit>One fleet is the Bannerby fleet and the other is the Nicolett fleet>Are you fucking kidding me>Two Rogue Traders>Welp guess we've got a massive deadline now>Have to deal with the situation so the Saudis favour us in Promethium trades>If need be I should vox the fleets see if they can offer any sort of assistance to my regiment>Especially seeing as we'll need some allies to fortify locations we cleanse in melta fire >First target is still Hive Er'Kuwadi and we are on schedule currently>Load up into a valkryie and begin the flight
>>97963690>be me >Skorpekh Lord Angra Matras>formerly the chosen of the Lychguard and guardian of the slumbering garden keeper>reanimation protocols surge under the heavy sands as those my former Lord Menthesuphis let slumber awaken in the great tomb>only myself and my chosen few were entrusted to remain awake during that time>slowly over the ages i came to one realization>i hate life>it was one thing when it was guided and controlled but the moment my Overlord entombed himself in his slumber, life became chaotic, unkept, disgustingly flourished>i grew to hate it>from the largest ironoak tree to the smallest microbe i found their insistent change insulting to the silent perfection my lord had made>they grew unchecked, smothered each other for control, intermingled, trees grew unchecked canopies turning flowers that would never grow on their homeworlds again to withering mulch, vines that once hung peacefully now strangled their former symbiotic brethren, and so on >ages pasted in that way, my hate growing until it almost drove me to madness>thus did i preform a great act of dishonor>and burned the world clean>i submitted myself for punishment when my lord awoke>but the time did not come>so i resigned myself and those who followed the path of hatred as i did to the dunes we had created to wait our punishment and failing that we would remain buried outside the great tombs our brothers and sisters lay in>yet as my body reawakens deep under the sand i feel my Flensing Claw twitch as i get pings from those of the dishonored>the lord awakens and blames those who live on this planet now as at fault for my deeds>life>LIFE>the rage overtakes me again as i crawl out from the sands the grains clinging to my frame creaking the metal joints of my body and crunching as they try to keep pushing down on me and my kin>i do not care>life must be destroyed>death comes to this world>and when it is scoured of life i shall face my due judgement >but not before
>>97962226>>97962360>>97963556>Be Sultana Songal, High Priestess of the Harem Coven (it sounds better in my native language)>For ages, the men of this world have dominated their betters in the worse ways possible >Only a handful of women like myself, protected by ancient customs and high social status have been allowed to flourish >But while exploring my family’s massive library, I found a book that allowed me to summon a genie, a near mythical creature from our ancient past >The genie, named Diane, taught me the true history of this world, and how to locate and control the magical devices our ancestors left behind >She also taught me of her masters, the Goddess of Sensuality and the Goddess of Schemes and Magic >With her guidance, I have set up a network of like minded women, who use their newfound magic and political skills to locate those willing to follow the feminist creed, and enchant the minds of those guided by their own lust or ambitions >We have had particular success with the women of the noble harems who in some cases now dominate their former masters, as well as the Berber tribes who follow the Fire Goddess and reject male dominance >I have sent my sister to lead the Berber tribes of the mountains while I focus on increasing our influence here in Hive Ar’Saudi >According to our seers, an off worlder named Priscilla has begun researching the Coven on behalf of unknown forces, perhaps she can be recruited to our cause... I sent some agents to kidnap her from her hotel and bring her to one of our safe houses >Also, the Governor is meeting with some wealthy Rogue Traders today, so I send some of my more expendable followers to cause havoc at his fancy party
>>97962116>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy" >we have just finished loading up the half-track>we should, key word should, have enough supplies for this mission>im rather eager to getting going for a couple reasons>1st being that some of our men are getting on the nerves of the "nun with guns">and the 2nd is that I think, Lil' Tom just stole a bunch of gear from somebody>best we get going before he yoinks anything else...>Im really going to have to give that kid a talking to...>either way...>with the recon squad loaded into the Centaur RSV, I make for the loading bay...>why the loading bay?>so I can have that Sky Talon pilot drop us of in the Ar'Durkadurka mountains>it will save us precious time, fuel, and water...>with the Centaur RSV mag-locked to the underside of the Sky Talon, we make for the mountains...>the flight is a bumpy one...>we are jostled about in the half-track for a good couple of hours...>to their credit, neither Tiny Tam or Lil' Tom have puked yet...>start to have some doubts about this plan of mine>but the Sky Talon pilot announces that we are approaching the LZ I picked out>he sets us down with a resounding thud before jetting off back to the Fort >that said, our land must have been too rough for Lil' Tom, as he opens the rear hatch and proceeds to barf...>I ask Tiny Tam if she could clean up her cousin...>I clamber into the driver seat and bring the Centaur RSV's engine to life>now then... lets find those frakking missile batteries
>>97962482>>97962459>>97964243>>97963690>>97964456>Be Mustafa Saeed >leader of the Kurd mountaineers >i am no friend of the Imperium >though i pray to Emrir'Allah, he over all >the imperium is not our people>my ancestors spoke to me of the time long long long long long long long ago>when the immortal ones came before the Emir'Allah and his golden sons arrived on this world >the awoke only briefly but turned the world to ash, only those who hid in the mountains were spared and even then death and starvation took many more>Emir'Allah gave life to the few who remained and let them join the great empire of the stars in return for what remained underground >ages past and many tribes regarded the immortals as legends>but we of the Kurd did not>deep underground in the tunnels we found the black glass, the proof they onced lived >thus when the Parī arrived we did not attack them as we would the Jinn followrs >those who have been seduced by the false red prophet and the foolish whoreson that is Saddamisitc>my scouts report from the mountains the Imperial ones are approaching the mountain and there are reports of a black giant moving through the mountain as well>we cannot assume they are allies even if they supposedly follow Emir'Allah >i look through the scope at those who approach>they have the ears and tails of sand jackals and the armor of guardsmen>Manticores..>the legends spoke of them but they did not seem so>sentient?>and the tails are different...>but the mane of lions and face of men is true>we must capture these manticores and see what their intent is>we shall take them in the mountains, ready the ambush, do not fire until we are sure they are not tainted by the Jinn>i would ask Parī for aid but they are indifferent to the whims of men at best>still they have promised they will aid us should the end of days come>i fear it is sooner with each breath in my old body
>>97962047>>97962116>>97962459>>97964368>>97964456>Be Kahina, Priestess of the Fire and Prophet of the Berbers >I was sent by my sister Songal to recruit the Berber tribes to our cause >There are many different peoples dwelling in the Ar’Durkadurka Mountains, some even more backward than the men of the cities, others more closer to Enlightenment >The Berbers have the most potential as they believe in both equality between sexes and in the old pagan gods >Some of their beliefs don’t quite align with those of my sister and the Coven, but we can deal with that later...For now I have most of them firmly in my grasp with my prophesies of their Fire Goddess returning to burn away their enemies>I have been leading a scorched earth campaign against some of the lesser tribes of the mountains and now there are only a few big ones left >Some have already converted to the Gods of Sludge and Blood, and although I have sent a few emissaries to them, I have little hope of long term success >More interesting are the Kurds and the Durka Durrs, but for different reasons >The Kurds are a relatively enlightened people who give much more rights to women than most on this planet, and who I have already sent a few emissaries to >The Durka Durrs are ultraconservatives following a particularly mangled interpretation of the cult of the “God-Emperor”. They are despicable, but easily seduced. I already have their leader Ben Fadin in my thrall, and I get him to send some of his idiot followers to investigate the recon force the Imperials have sent into our territory
>>97962026>be Imperial Navy ace pilot Aquila-13>be flight lead of the elite Aquila Squadron, now widely known as the "Yellow Tails">we are currently flying above the central Imperial Defense Lines>and our newest member just spotted a large moving dust cloud on the desert floor>I have my suspicions but... I need to be sure before calling it in to high command"Aquila Squadron, we are diving down to the deck and going to make a pass over that dust cloud">I bank my Thunderbolt to the right and dive to the desert bellow, my squadron following my lead>I level off at 200ft above the ground and my squadron mates tighten their formation behind me>in just a few short minutes I can see the dust cloud ahead of us>closing in... the auspex tells me there are in fact heat signatures>yeah... those definitely tanks>moments later the sky is filled with tracer fire>we break formation to evade the incoming ground fire>those are most certainly HOSTILE tanks>so then... the archenemy has finally made their move>I vox in my report to imperial high command on the planet"This is Aquila Squadron! We have encountered a large heretic force pushing toward the central defense line!">God Emperor, willing they receive my warning before it's too late >I then hear Aquila-11 over the vox"What are your orders sir? I don't fancy the idea of just turning tail and running...">I don't like the idea of turning tail either... no pilot trained on Eursea-IV would>but we don't have any Krak missiles on fighters>only thing that could hurt those tanks are our las-cannons and auto-cannons>but that will have to do..."Aquila Squadron! Commence strafing runs! Destroy as much of the heretics as you can before the reach the defense lines!">I swing around and make an attack run>I line up a heretic SteG-4 in my sights and blast it with by duel las-cannons>It erupts into a ball of fire... it's ammunition and fuel burning ferociously https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tX4ktBICNDA
>>97964570>>97964553>>97964456>be Lil TomURKKKKKKK>i really really really hate flying>i miss the Stormsword>that was so frakking cool driving it around on Chyna Secundus>Tam comes over and pats my back as i wipe my face>ugh i got it in my fur>i use one of the rags and a little water to get it out, we have plenty at this point>its not the most resource savvy but i dont even use a mouthful to dampen the rag as we ready up>the Centaur RSV treads allow us to go up the mountain passes but i can feel my teeth rattle as we head deeper in>Tam and I get put on map reading duty while everyone else keeps an eye out >i dont know why these things dont come with cover>like i said i miss the Stormsword>as i read the map the reports are the Deathstrike missles are a few of the caves facing over the Er'Kuwadi Promethium fields>i guess to open fire on them if imperial battle lines get in close>i look to Tam as she tries to keep her Aquilla on during the bumpy ride>ever since she got that thing she calmed down immensely>we come to an canyon between some of the mountain ranges, great spot for an ambush>so why in the Emperor's fluffy tail are we stopping!>i lean my head out and curse>rocks blocking the path out>we could back up but the overlook on either side of us means this is 110% chance of a trap with a 10% margin for error>Lt Tom sends two out there to check and see if we can blow the rocks as everyone holds their breath>McPurr is on the heavy stubber so at least we can chunky salsa whoever is watching us>i briefly consider asking Tam if she hears anything "warpy" but its sort like asking Lt Tom if i can borrow his "secret" Amasec flask>suddenly we hear autogun fire and everyone hits the deck>but>nobody gets shot>we all look around>two forces are firing at each other above us, apparently both were trying to ambush us and instead are attacking each other>...>well thats a new one>every single person looks to Lt Tom for which side we should be on
>>97962811>>97963473>Be Colonel McArthain>Ach, the heich seas>Near as clear as the hieland skies>The rigs come intae view>As does a tanker comin' tae dock>Afore it explodes>Promethium spills ower intae the watter, settin' it ablaze>Shite>The rig's burnin' wi' it>Weel, it's but one drillin' rig>Order the rest o' the fleet tae pit fire intae ony and all shippin' comin' ower close>If questioned, mumble somethin' aboot suicide bombers>We get a call>A dinnae ken this frog-like gibberin', but A ken the source>Bannerman disnae answer vox-calls fae her, they're redirected tae me>Cos ma singin' and playin' o' the bagpipes scunners her or somethin’>Send back a three and a half hour recorder o' me in a drucken stupor>Singin' folk-songs and love ballads and playin' the auld pipeshttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2bHoTUiMpI>As for taen the remainin' rigs, it gaes weel>We entertain oorsels flingin' rebels intae the burnin' sea>The Oceanic Navy shall secure this field>Hae the submarines shadow that Nicolett ship>Just in case>But the boss needs me>And A'm the best problem-solver in the sector>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader >The governor proved to be easy to work with>In exchange for 'compenstation' he will sign over good chuck of the promethium reserves>Good thing I brought that creature of dread>An ancient and dreaded man, taken from the dryest and most cutthroat of environs>His wig inspires fear, his robes authority>A solicitor>The most dreaded being a person of authority can encounter>And he managed to get some concessions out of him>I get the promethium, he gets desalinated water>Which is quite the rarity here>Sucker>Anyway>It would seem I missed a call on my vox-cast>From de Nicolett>Is she trying to engage in one-upmanship with me?>No idea why, I have better things to do>Bah>Lickspittles and heellickers>From Louis, to Guilliame, to Isabeau, a bunch of them whom I forgot, and Marie
>>97964830>Just because of that incident on Fa-shoda>Although it goes back deeper than that>You would've thought the matter to be settled after the seventy year war>But no>All Nicoletts are pansies, be they man or woman>Bunch of termites mulching on the endeavors of their betters>And somehow even more elitist than I>So I did the funniest thing possible>To get to the palace from the landing platforms, you can only go one way>And let that be where I stationed some of those abhumans>She thinks I am desparate>Quite the contrary my dear, I possess a most assured confidence>Confidentialy creative in fact>There is a vox-camera as well, so I can laugh when she has to go near the stinky poor abhuman mutants
>>97963767>Be Major Gareth, 87th Montag Helljumpers >The valkyries accompanied by our Vultures travel as fast as they can>I check over my equipment>Melta bombs. Check>Grav chute. Check>Inferno pistol. Check>Bolt pistol gifted to me by Captain Mordo of the Deathwatch. Check >Melta gun. Check>Vox is picking up reports of a heretic tank division on route to the central Imperial line>Thankfully its going to be handled by the Yellow Tails>Might redirect some vultures their way>Even if Vultures are more VTOL crafts then fighter crafts and as such are more useful in supporting aerial drop troops>Regardless we are being fired upon by Er'Kuwadi anti air guns>Its going to be a bumpy flight>Might have to drop in close>Vultures fire off volleys of lascannon and rockets to support us>Trying to keep us as safe as they can whilst dodging AA fire>Once we are over we'll drop down into the city and let loose>Close quarters fighting means melta weapons are going to hurt the heretics in Er'Kuwadi very badly>Especially against heretic infrastructure >What separates us from the now heretical Burmaze Arsonists is that whilst they were nothing more then wild fires>We are surgical tools>My Valkyrie makes it over the AA and to the city>So the door opens and I drop down>Ready to deliver melta death to the enemy
>>97961799>>be Canoness Preceptor Joan Delarc of the order of the Armored Heart>as we ready to deploy our forces to capture the air field we receive a vox reports that enemy armor is pushing forward on the central defense line >capturing the air field can wait, if the line breaks countless innocent lives will be lost>i order the Rhinos, Deimos Predators, and Castigators to push from the side to slam into their armored division>even so we are heavily out numbered>i can only hope the pilots can hold out long enough to allow us time to offer our aid>i offer prayers that we can close the distance for our armored and my sisters to deploy on foot>destroying armor by rushing forward while they are distracted to plant melta charges is a specialty of my personal squad>God Emperor willing we will deal a serious blow to the enemy's armor reserves here
>>97962482>>97963690>>97964243>>97964553>Be Farseer Isendavar>OHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT>So THAT'S what the portents meant about scarabs emerging from the sands>Honestly, I had been willing to bet on it being some Thousand Sons>But Necrons is also logical>Damn it>Of all the things that it had to be>Well, did the vision mean the promethium should remain Imperial or that it should simply be out of the hands of Chaos?>We shall see shan't we?>Turn a page in the paper>That photo of Eldrad and the Golden Mon-Keigh snorting warpdust in Cammoragh surfaced again>Doesn't the path of journalists have a bone of creativity?>But whatever>Send someone back>We need back-up>Me and my seer council and some rangers won't be enough>These mountains have been the perfect smokescreen>The mon-keigh>No, humans who don't shoot on sight are a rarity as it is>The local Kurd Mounaineers are part of that smokescreen>And the Imperium shoudn't attempt to suppress them>Fools, few are they of this land untouched by the shadow>I can't be seen aiding them>But I can offer support>Have some of the rangers provide sniping fire support to the Kurds>While I and the rest await the Autarch and aspect warriors
>>97964570>>97964789>>97964929>Be Felinid Sergeant Kitten “Pussy In Boots” McPurr>After a few shenanigans with the Sisters, our Centaur RSV gets airlifted into the mountains >We don’t make it far before we get ambushed in a canyon, seemingly by two different tribes of inbred goat fuckers, who are now firing at each other >Tribe #1 keeps yelling “Durka Durka Durr Jihad”, so three guesses who they are >Tribe #2 are a bit more calm and collected and have a few womenfolk among them, so that probably makes them Kurds or Berbers >Tom seems to be weighing his options, so I guess I will just watch for now >The DDDJ fire their cheap AJ-74 autoguns blindly into the air whenever they get too excited, which is most of the time, and even when they try to hit something they are about as accurate as a drunk ork that is missing its eyeballs. They also have swords they like waving around, and RPGs they fire both at their opponents, and into the air for no reason. Some of them have suicide vests, which explode when hit with bullets, often taking out nearby DDDJ members in the process. Good to know.>The Kurds/Berbers are fewer in number, but seem to have some grasp of the concepts of cover and aiming. They will probably win if this drags out long enough >I wonder what is taking Tom so long to come up with orders. Maybe he is waiting to see if the two sides will tire each other out first
>>97964830>>97964368>be Lady Marie de Antoi'nette Clouseau Poirot de Nicolett>the message didnt go through but to be fair i hardly expected it to>that man is infuriatingly dense and refuses to play any games with me >the recording of what sounds like a ogyrn with bowel blockage was a new touch but that might just be that brute Bannerman pays to handle his messes>honestly why not go for a literally ork if that is what you pick for a Seneschal>more insulting is Bannerman planted his abhuman encampment in front of the path to the palace >id be enraged>if i actually walked anywhere>honestly why sort of peon does the man take me for>the royal carriage pulled by 6 Sulphurhounds purchased from royal mars itself politely scorches and charges through any of the filthy ingrates too stupid to move out of the way of the betters while my personal guard follow in my wake, convincing them they have better places to be>i have Roquejeoffre send a bill to Lord Bannerman's house for the cleaning of my Cybercanids and public littering as well >as i calmly step down i wink to the Vox Camera i know he's watching from >he can "claim" this was an attack on his property but that be A. claiming these abhuman filth was important enough to bother with which is poor form to a rogue trader who is supposed to be in charge of the affairs of planets, something the governers would not respect given the opulence they chose to live in compared to the lower classes>and B. admit he placed them in my way which would appear petty rather than simply blaming the idiotic abhumans for their poor location skills>i step out and fan my pale features as i walk into the royal palace>if Bannerman is shipping the world with water than i will simply have to wring the blood of this world from its stones>they may sign over the promethium reserves but to access them?>they will need extractors(on a related note i could not find ANY art of a mechanical horse and carriage that was not AI, infuriating)
>>97965023>so in order to secure house Bannerman is paying house Nicolett for the next few thousand years for promethium i need only do one thing >persuade the leader of Ar'Saudi who no doubt for his loyalty to the Imperium will be granted access to the promethium fields and their no doubt "tainted machine spirits" to take the extractors off my hands and use them when the time comes>and how do i know that time will come?>because i brought a decree from the high Pontifex of this sector >a lovely man with a taste for the finer aspects of the sensations the God Emperor gave us to experience >that the holy promethium of this field must be reconsecrated if it is to be used by the imperial forces and crusading troops that are fighting the countless battlefields that rage across this beleaguered sector>and while yes "technically" tech priests, missionaries, and who knows who else could be called in to "purify" the extractors already there >who knows how many will be standing by the end of this>and i just so happen to have a small army of blessed extractors ready to deploy when things are resolved here>so all that need be done is win the royalty over with a small cut of the riches should it come down to it and ill be rubbing this in Bannerman's old face until he finally crumbles into dust>hon hon hon
>>97965023>>97964830>be Sargent Packmaster Rùoshuǐ of Lord Bannerman's Emperor Forsaken >i admit i overestimated Lord Bannerman and his disregard of our lives>our first mission id thought we be deployed to the front lines or something but actually we were stationed pretty near the palace>clean water, fresh air, no smog clouds save near the water recently?>i assumed this was a paradise world until i saw how miserable the rest of the red coats looked >most of the Emperor's Forsaken were just happy to feel the sun on their skin for the first time in their lives >Bilby disappeared to go meet some people so i was in charge of setting up camp >Lord Bannerman was pretty clear in his instructions so i figured it was a show of force >that lasted as long as it took for a pack of flame snorting, steel horses to tear through the encampment followed by troopers so stuffy they make the rest of the red coats seem like necromunda thugs in comparison>i double check for casualties besides a few broken bones we're "fine" >i dont think Bannerman would go to war with whichever noble asshole just did this but id rather not risk it since im not quite sure he forgave us for insulating one of his ancestors fucked a rattling>Wu is still aboard the main ship so i can't "vent" my frustrations like how we did on the warp transit over but i can handle it>a few of the more angry abhumans draw arms but i quickly keep the tensions from rising as we begin rebuilding>i dont know who that woman is and frankly i dont care, Bannerman's grudges are his business and its above my paygrade >besides this is our first real "shore leave" since the formation of our penal legion we might as well enjoy it, what could go wrong near the palace anyways?
>>97965137Wu after "venting" sessions with Rùoshuǐ
>>97963690>>97964243>>97964929>Be Overlord Menthesuphis the Horticulturist>Ah to stretch one's limbs again>It has been too long>Now then, my loyal crypteks stand ready to tell me about these invaders"Sire, we have been able to conclude that these primitives call themselves humans in their crude tongue. They have five fingers and stink a lot> they live short, brutal, and violent lives, we would recommend extermination, though we can understand if you believe them too uncivilized for that.">Hmph, not what I was hoping for>Primitives, not even native wildlife>Their pollution and disregard for the beauty of nature shall cost them dearly>The scarabs have likewise concluded their scouting mission>We appear to be close to a city named 'Hive Ar'Mozul'>Interesting>We shall proceed with caution>To get the measure of these foes>Send out a signal to all forces awake to make it to the rallying points and fields surrounding that city>We shall attack within a fortnight>Scarabs have already embedded themselves into the depths, currently opening up the sewers for an underground attack>I shall see the sun for the first time in who knows who long>Bane of the Necrontyr, but giver of all life>Call the crypteks back one last time"Deploy scarabs to all these 'hives' to act as our eyes and ears, make certain to include some mindshackles as well, target the high-ranking ones."
>>97962342>>97962459>>97964368(1/2)>Be Priscilla, Least Fortunate Woman in the Galaxy >I step out of the bath and look at myself in the mirror >I am going to need a lot of make-up, and a bit of shaving and plucking to pull off the “harem girl” look, maybe something to cover up my scars as well, and a bit of a haircut >I turn on the air dryer, but then notice my scalp wound from Chyna is bleeding again >Hmm, I think I left my small scissors in my room >I open the bathroom door and find myself facing five bizarre looking, and clearly hostile figures >Two big oily brutes wearing nothing but head wraps and chastity cages, a woman in diaphanous silks with glowing eyes and glowing henna markings, and two identical local women in matching off world dresses of a professional and modest look>Ugh, fuck my life, why do I even bother with clothes anymore? Any time something bad happens I end up not wearing any >I step back into the bathroom, lock the door, and arm myself with my other pair of scissors, the big pair >The first brute kicks open the door, but then slips on a puddle and slides into me, causing me to accidentally stab him deep in the groin with the scissors >He makes a weird noise like he is missing his tongue, or his mouth is sewn shut, or both, and then falls sideways into the bath>I stab the second brute in the groin as well, push him into the bath, and then throw the air dryer in as well to electrocute them >Then I turn to face the three women, who just smile at each other like I did something good >The glowing eyed one starts waving her arms in the air, causing a small cloud of alluring smelling pink smoke to materialize >I think I know where this is going >I throw my wet towel at the pink cloud, causing it to blow into the faces of the women blocking my path, who collapse into seizures, or orgasms, or both >I run into my room, grab my laspistol, and then look out into the hallway
>>97965337(2/2)>I run out onto my balcony, and then jump to the balcony of the neighboring suite, and then the balcony after that >I am only three floors up from one of the main pool areas, too high up to jump, but definitely visible to the crowd below who start yelling, pointing, whispering, etc. >Fuck my life >Maybe if I can get to one of the balconies overlooking the pool, I can jump into the pool, and then grab a towel or bathrobe or something and get lost in the crowd >Unlikely given my dramatic entrance, but it is not like I have a better plan
>>97964789>>97965011>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">be up in the Ar'Durkadurka mountains with my recon squad>we have come to roadblock...>it feels like trap...>throne, this is a TEXTBOOK set up for an ambush>and then it happens...>the valley come alive with gun fire>I instinctively duck despite having overhead cover from the Half-Tracks roof...>huh... thats odd>they are far more interested in shooting at each other than us...>Sgt. Kitten asks who we should shoot at>that is a really good question>I just don't exactly know just yet....>but they makes that decision for me...>one of the locals comes down charging from our right flank yelling>"DuRkA dUrKa dUrR jIHaD">I shoot him with my recon las-rifle>he promptly explodes...>chunks of flesh going everywhere>oh fuck... they got suicide bombers...>decide these "Durka Durka Durrs" are the biggest threat>order my squad to shoot those bastards specifically...>order Sgt. McPurr to open up with the Heavy Stubber>she starts laughing like giddy scholam girl as she opens fire >how then... >how the feth do we get out of this mess
>>97965183>>97964243>be Skorpekh Lord Angra Matras>i awaken in the sands as several of my fellow destroyer kin do the same>pulling ourselves from sand dunes and from deep under miles of darkness buried under millions of granules of what had once been our Overlord's magnum opus>we are a good distance away from the tomb somewhere near what the scarabs report as Er'Asad>my Overlord requests that we destroy the city Ar'Mozul>a broad command to the entire tomb world, those i have not spoken to in the lifetime of stars>my instincts scream begin the slaughter of these living things in earnest but i still owe my fealty to my liege even in dishonor >we begin the slow shambling march towards the city he requested>the sand in our joints creaks and grinds to powder with each step as more join the silent raging procession pulling themselves from the sand>i will present my new form before my Overlord and offer my service in the cleansing of this world of all life then confess my dishonor>i will accept whatever punishment he sees fit but the madness in me, the hate, will not allow me to until i have rid this world of all life>to that end the dishonored procession march, silent as the grave that awaits this world>i recall these creatures that infest it>they settled here several millennial ago, hu-man-tity, or some such >colonizers of a star spanning empire, when i slaughtered them the skies had run red and their machines had turned against them>i suppose i did not do a good enough job wiping them out if they returned already>a mistake i will not make again>already my weapons thrum shaking the monocles of the sand to nothing as we clank forward, readying ourselves for war>no>not war>pest control
>>97965574>>97964789>>97964570>>97964929>>97965011>Be Mustafa Saeed>the servants of the Jinn have found the Manticores first>the Durka Durrs>fools who believe the Emir'Allah was betrayed by a woman and thus will only return when they are enslaved>idiots, the Emir'Allah was above all, he would never be betrayed by a woman, let alone in anyway that could disrupt his plans over all things>i shake my head as they continue their suicidal goals of meeting a death in a holy slaughter even by their own incompetence>their vests go off as the Manticores open fire on them>at least i can suppose the Manticores view the servants of the Jinn as a greater threat than us>just to be safe i order one of the krak launcher troopers to the side so we can blow their trukk should that change>with two forces opening fire on them we begin push the jihadists back>in truth they are not the true foe>barbarian chattel serving the Berbers, another limb of the Jinn who infest our world>their leader the Priestess of Fire sent a few envoys to speak openly of joining their cause>mainly to the women among my warriors>we responded appropriately>they returned to their camp with their lives intact but their tongues that spoke against Emir'Allah did not>regardless we use the advantage while we have it, my Kurd's have trained in the mountains since birth>we are not without losses though, the fervor of the Durka Durr is without equal>to quote my grandmother "even a blind ork might hit a desert jackal now and then" >my loss in concentration means i am caught off guard when several Durka Durr approach from our side of the canyon>suddenly beams of light strike killing with one shot>the Parī have come!"OUR JOUNREY TO VICTORY HAS BEGUN! DEATH TO THE JINN WORSHIPERS!">i stand up and open fire as the Durka Durr are wiped out with 3 groups of superior warriors closing in on them>i do not expect the Parī to explain why they have lent their aid>Emir'Allah works in strange ways
>>97964873>Be Major Gareth, 87th Montag Helljumpers >I land down neatly activating my grav chute so we can safely descend on top of the enemy>They panic as the first few volleys of melta fire dump into them>Burning both their insides and outsides >Our uniform is heat resistant thankfully>Doesn't mean I wont sweat like crazy in here>Open fire with my inferno pistol and order my men to push forward>Strike quickly and strike hard >We've got to clear out this entire hive after all >Might be difficult seeing as we are just one regiment against Hive Er'Kuwadi>But we're the Helljumpers!>Our last engagement was a god damn tomb world>This place aint got shit on that hell hole>Especially seeing as that hell hole also had daemons getting released from the Necron Overlord's museum>....>That was a weird battlezone now that I'm putting more thought into it>Bah no matter>Hive clearing now>Vultures have cleared out a good deal of the enemy AA guns >Excellent>Order them to keep up the good work and clear more enemies out>No doubt the heretics morale will plummet massively as more missiles break their defences >As well as the stormtroopers in their city
>>97964830>>97965023>>97965137>Be, Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader >Ah solicitors at work>Makes you pity the poor fools who have to deal with them>Anyway, the camel corps and 1st Royal Armoured Lifeguards regiment has landed>Including my personal Baneblade>It has airconditioning >So while I am awaiting fergus I am trying the local hookah>Good stuff, weird flavour though>Then I get a message from my private zoo>de Nicolett is coming>And Fergie is landing as well>On the one hand, I would stay>Her father still owes me fifty quid after a night of whist>And the bastard never paid me back>So I always block all their messages>She apperantly trampeled all over the abhumans>Eh, expendable losses, who cares?>But I feel the need to review my troops>Totally not to aviod her>And I have just the thing to distract her>Be Colonel McArthain>WHIT THE FUCK DAE YE MEAN ALCOHOL'S LEEGAL NO HERE?>Bloody fuckin' hell, what a bunch o' wee jobbies>Awrite, this palace is braw, I reckon>>But the boss needs me tae divert somebody's attention>Marie de Nicolett>A right fearty Scintillian>Whae's wroth I've incurred mair times than I can coont>I'm no a 'brute' ye daft wee lassie>I'm o fair high birth, a ken>Brush up ma sideburns, pit on ma clean Balmoral>She's is already in the foyer>The lang list o' titles haes scunnert the chamberlain>My turn, get a fresh ane"His grace, Lord Fergus McArthain, Clan Chief of Clan McArthain, Duke of Bannoch, of Kenmore, and of Montrose. Marquess of Portree and of Tarland. Earl of Weem, Tulva, Whithorn et cetera, et cetera. Archmiliant to the Honoured Rogue Trader Ponsonby-Bannerman, Lord High Constable of the Ponsonby-Bannerman protectorate, wrestler of a thousand orks, and thirty times champion of the highland games">She dis her best tae ignore me,>But even ahint the mak-up, the fuster comes.>Faldin' my arms, wi' a gurn fae lug tae lug,"Hullo Lassie! Fancy meetin' ye here!"
>>97966134>>97965023>be Lady Marie de Antoi'nette Clouseau Poirot de Nicolett>this is getting sad now>sending his personal attack half ogryn to halt my path to ze royal ruler of Ar'Saudi?>what's next sending a little dog to come bark annoyingly and hope it piddles on moi?>i had hoped to avoid getting my titles read out until the old bastard was around so i could see his face but sadly the approaching swamp ogryn seems dead set on me>Roquejeoffre silently steps between us but i raise my fan>let him approach for all the good it will do Bannerman. Let him see im not afraid of playing his games even if he refuses to play mine"bonjour, Seigneur Fergus McArthain. I must have missed your approach. So many are aiming for my time these days, im sure you understand.">understand? im just praying he understands high gothic, Lord Bannerman can at least teach his shaved Jokaero that, no?"i was just listening to your message, tell me has anyone told you, you have a voice that set a maiden's cœur une flamme?">a deaf ogryn woman perhaps but even then she need fenrisian ale im sure"ah, je m'excuse. But ze chamerlain is getting ready to read my titles...ah! but before i forget..." >i reach into my bosom and pull out 50 "quid" in aquilla pieces and toss it to him"it seems only fitting my first act as the new head of the House Nicolett be to pay my father's last outstanding debts. Do tell him to not spend it all in one place he may be needing every one soon."
>>97966474>i step out onto the main stairway as the Chamberlain coughs and reads my titles apparently worried that he missed me since i was more focused on finding the royal head of the palace than reveling in the spotlight>but if Bannerman wishes to put me there, so be it"Her Grace, High Lady Marie de Antoi'nette Clouseau Poirot de Nicolett. New head of Rogue trader dynasty Nicolett, Duchess of the Western Indie terrirories, discoverer of St Dominica, reclaimer of Mocoro, Huntress of the Taza rebellions, Lady of the protectorate of Madaga, restorer and protector of the cathedral world Notre Damus Slaughterer of the Ottomar Rebellions, and now bearer of the holy Mandat de Commerce">i dont look back to see if the brute is reporting any of this or not>there was a time id be biting my nails that Bannerman chose to ignore me, but i didnt come this far to be beholden from one old relic to another>my goal is the royal head of the Ar'Saudi
>>97965722>>97965574>>97965183>>97965592>>97965337>>97964929>be Spencer >this is no longer going well >i took up a spot overlooking the sand dunes as i was looking for the Kurds and what do i see marching towards the mountains?>necrons>and plenty of them>why is every fucking planet in this sector a separate dynasty's tomb world?!?>even the pariah nexus isnt this loaded with different tomb worlds so packed together>i decide to question the hatred fate has for this wider sector later and place it in the memory vault for post mission "research">mainly commiserating with Priscilla >im about ready to just call the entire thing a wash since an active tomb world 1. for sure isnt going to help Galmon's plans so i can just let them handle this and 2. they are unlikely to fit into the "asset recruitment category" since im not a blood angel>and i dont have the hair to fake it either>as im packing up my Eliminator bolter rifle i suddenly become aware i have eyes on me>two eldar rangers closing the distance which means there are probably 18 i dont see>fuck>i dont like my chances of trying to escape here since trying to run from eldar rangers is suicidal on the best of conditions and judging by the sandy wear and tear on their armor they been here longer than i have>fuck^2 >i hope Priscilla is having better luck avoiding getting captured than i am>the irony isnt lost on me>i raise my hands and hope they're more interested in finding out what im doing here than taking some long winded prophecy that im going to blow up a craftworld in some potential timeline and just shoot me>my odds are slightly in my favor since if they were going to do that id be eaiser to do it from a distance with their sniper rifles>but maybe the Farseer wants to dick me around and kill me after i let my guard down for extra dickishness >it's 50% 50% honestly
>be Sgt. Johnson of the Amerigo 5th Armored>be in command of the Leman Russ Vanquisher "Carnivore">have the most confirmed kills in the entire regiment>we have been deployed to this sand pit of a planet called "Pershah Gulf" for a week now>spent almost the entire time posted to the center defensive line west of Fort Ar'Tanin>the defense lines are mostly trenches, sand bag bunkers, and a short rockcrete wall>and cheap one at that... its made from prefabricated slabs of rockcrete>It may stop a multi-laser but not battle-cannon that is for sure...>that aside this deployment has been quiet so far...>unit now that is...>I was busy taking a nap in my tank, the A/C offering the only refuge from the blasted heat>then the vox starts going crazy...>hell... its about time those heretics shown themselves>heretic tanks are coming this way>kick my gunner awake >I take a look through my scope... >I can see the enemy coming... they are just a couple clicks out and approaching fast>they are pretty much now within range at this point>time to start picking targets>I see a AT-70"GUNNER! SABOT! TANK! 12 Degrees Left! 1500 meters out!">the gunner acknowledges"ON ITS WAY!"*BOOM*>the firing of the Vanquisher cannon shakes the entire tank >I watch through the scope as the SABOT round slams into the heretic tank >It burst into a geyser of flames as its ammo rack cooks off>then the vox comes to life once more>turns out we have reinforcements>Sisters of Battle at that
>be Bilby Bagend >and this planet is not made for pasty white ratling women like myself >i swear i had to leave part of my uniform to avoid suffocating or getting heat stroke>i dunno how "Rùoshuǐ" as she calls herself is dealing with it so well under all that fur but im calling bullshit >maybe whatever part of her is the man in beastman came from here because the women are wearing entire cloaks that leave nothing but their eyes uncovered>they also are alot more grabby than Chyna men >least until they realize im not a kid im just really really short then they get pissy>a few traffickers are short fingers as a result and i have a few more eyes and ears indebted to me>bunch of tanned little ankle biters that now owe me >and that's the only reason i did this, im not soft on kids no matter what Luna says, she should keep her blind ass on the vox instead of poking her bat nose where it doesnt belong >one of the little one Alad-something or what not comes up"مامان بیلبی، ما هدیه آوردهایم!" >fucks sake "gothic dear, speak gothic" "apologies, many many apologies" >kids"you had a point dear?""Jasmina, said there are rumors the دختران هوس are coming!""the who?""oh sorry mama, you would call them the Harem Coven it sounds better in our language" >i pat his head and slip him some of those sugary cubes they have round here as a reward>looks like i havent lost my touch after all>now i just need a runner to get back to Rùoshuǐ before she goes crazy without her boytoy to "vent" to
>>97964789>>97965574>>97965722>be Tiny Tam >as far as ambushes go?>not nearly as bad as Hab-Block 04J >mainly that we didnt get air support dropped on our heads>there are no chaos spawn, slaangors, or giant beastwomen using heavy stubbers >just idiots who make orks look like marksmen and explode even if you graze them with lazshot>granted we're rapidly become surrounded by the "kurds" i think?>they arnt actively shooting at us but that doesnt always mean they wont>Lil Tom shushes me and gestures to some of his supply bags>apparently he has some smoke grenades in there he borrowed from some other regiment that wasnt using them>or thats the story he tells me at least>mmhmm>we'll see how this plays out before we start throwing smoke without Lt Tom's orders >in the meantime it looks like the Durka Durka Durr Jihad are retreating>can death cultists do that?>Also i know xeno races from my time on Nordica II and those are eldar sniper shots>i just hope its the nice boring type and not the type that was doing fly by hookings last candlemass >i kiss my Aquilla for protection as the fire fight dies down and we enter into a very awkward victory celebration since neither side seems sure if its over and we're on the same side or we're gearing up for round 2 and the rocks that blocked the canyon exit haven't been moved yet>i keep my lasgun raised out one of the side ports in the Centaur RSV
>>97967572>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">be in the middle of an ambush... sorta>only ONE of these two groups of insurgents are actually shooting at us>and their aim is absolute GROX-SHIT>worse than you average heretical cultists even>I pop at least a few frakkers with my Recon Las-rifle>I swear to the God Emperor I hear one of them say"Tell my goat, that I have another goat!">what the feth?! >you know what... I should not be surprised that these bastards fuck goats...>before long these "Durka Durkas" start to flee... their morale broken>I then look over too see Lil' Tom remove some smoke grenades from his pack>where on Holy Terra did get those?>Don't tell me he stole those...>he and Tam start throwing them to give us a smoke screen>these Kurds have not started shooting us yet, but that may change>we NEED to get out of here>dig around in my pack for one of the Melta Bombs I requestioned>I turn to my squad"Im gonna blow a hole in that frakking roadblock... if I get shot, light them up and drive the hell out here the way we came in">I clamber out the back>as I do I whisper to Tiny Tam"I don't make it... just remember that papa loves you">I then exit the Half-Track and run for the rocks blocking the road ahead>Emperor willing these "Kurds" will let us pass
>>97968011>>97967572>>97965722>Be Mustafa Saeed>victory is short lived as the Manticores throw smoke and one of them rushes the rockslide we had created>i look around a moment >no fire from the Parī>perhaps they are gone, perhaps they are watching in silence>no man can understand their whims so i do not even try>still we came to understand why the Manticores have come here >i allow the brave one to plant the device on the rocks>the air is tense before i call out "Alhamdulillah, Manticores of the star empire! Surrender one of your own to speak on your behalf and we will let you pass through. Resist and we will open fire with our krak rockets, perhaps Emir'Allah willing and should your mission be of his will? you will be unharmed. but it is not i who gamble with your lives." >we wait on the cliffs on either side of the canyon now waiting to see their reaction to my demand>in truth i would not waste the krak missle anyways should they resist. it is better to gather what we can from the Durka Durr and retreat before night comes and the air grows frigid>but i am curious of these creatures who come to our mountains and why>and more importantly i wish to know if more are following the pathway they trailblaze
>>97965011>>97965574>>97965722>>97967572>Be Felinid Sergeant Kitten “Pussy In Boots” McPurr>Tom finally gives the order to engage, but the DDDJ only >Fine with me >Though shooting anyone on this planet would be fine with me, these fanatic-perverts are reminding me more and more of the Tallarn we were posted alongside on Nordica for the past few years >And oh boy, do I have a lot of pent up aggression against that lot >I open fire with the heavy stubber, sweeping it around like it is a basic lasgun. It is not as heavy as it looks, and us felinids are stronger than baseline humans >The DDDJ don’t seem to understand cover, so it is easy to pick them off >And every once and a while, one explodes and takes out his buddies >Oh what fun...>Between us and the Kurds/Berbers, and a few unseen snipers, we thin out the DDDJ’s numbers greatly >There are more of them than I thought, they are apparently fairly good at sneaking around, it is only when the fighting actually starts that they seem to lose their cool >Also it turns out they are pretty cowardly once the adrenaline and religious fervor wears off >The few survivors break and run, and then finally seem to rediscover the concept of cover and start hiding behind rocks and crawling into crevasses >It is tempting to open fire on the Kurds/Berbers next, but Tom indicates we shouldn’t >Someone also says the mystery snipers are Eldar Rangers, which I suppose is possible >An uneasy quiet breaks out as everyone waits for everyone else to make the next move
>>97964917>>97966710>be Canoness Preceptor Joan Delarc of the order of the Armored Heart>armored divisions of the imperial guard have pushed forward to meet the enemy armor >between the air support, attack on two front and the rush of my sisters leaping like graceful hunters to close the distance with targets they cannot hit, the enemy is struggling with our flanking maneuver >in responce they attempt to use the stubbers on their weapons>a poor choice as we rush up the vechiles to bring the Emperor's judgement to bear>i finish bisecting a heretic who exited the hatch on his leman russ to see admist the rising sand and dust>his corpse is dropped back down to his fellows with an added melta grenade >we do take a few losses >sister Valentine is taken to the Emperor's embrace when the enemy uses a hidden flamer attachment, yet she ignites her melta charges and takes the cursed vehicle with her>i weap tears of holy fury at her loss>there will be others, of that i have no doubt>blessed be the gift of hatred for it shall temper the sting of grief >i order the exorcists to launch missles to cover our retreat as the tank lines begin to reform>normally our tatics allow us to push through the enemy armor lines vertically like the artery of a heretic >but the ammount of enemy armor is too great at this time to risk getting caught on foot for too long>how great are the resources this planet can bring to bear against his faithful that they can commit this many tanks to what should be a clear suicide charge>something strange is afoot here, and i can feel the hand of the archenemy in it
>be Imperial Navy ace pilot Aquila-13>be flight lead of the elite Aquila Squadron, now widely known as the "Yellow Tails">be engaging a force of enemy tanks with the rest of Aquila Squadron>and it is not going well...>not due to enemy ground fire mind you>after all we have destroyed most of their Hydra Flak Tanks>but simply due to there being too many targets and too little time and ammo>I myself am nearly out of Las-cannon shots...>Aquila-2, our newest pilot, has already expended his entire ammo load and has to make a run back to the Aerodrome>but back to the fight at hand>I swing around from the west to make another strafing run on the traitor forces>I line up on what I think is a N22 Half-track>the traitor PDF troopers have the common sense to bail from the vehicle as come in low and fast>but they are too slow>I open fire with my auto-cannons>the APHE rounds tear into the thin armor of the traitor half-track, setting it ablaze >the traitor troops surrounding it fair no better>their tainted bodies turned into paste, smearing the sand red>almost feel bad for smiting such a hapless target...>but no... they are traitors... the deserve no such remorse>I swing around left and make for yet another run>this time from the north >this time I pick out a Destroyer Tank Hunter...>I lock on to it and blast it with the last of my Las-cannon's charge>it like the rest burst into flames...>as I am pulling up I feel my Thunderbolt shutter>and hear a *THUNK *THUNK *THUNK>I look to my right...>oh Feth!>I have three holes in my right wing>I'm not down yet, but if I take any more hits like that I'd be forced to punch out over the deserthttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qbcpIYnRruA
>>97968011>>97968141>>97968144>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">be setting the melt charge on the boulders blocking our way out of this pit>Throne... it would be soo much easier if I was NOT baking under the hot sun>I have just finished setting the melta bomb for a command detonation when one of those "Kurds" yells out"Alhamdulillah, Manticores of the star empire! Surrender one of your own to speak on your behalf and we will let you pass through. Resist and we will open fire with our krak rockets, perhaps Emir'Allah willing and should your mission be of his will? you will be unharmed. but it is not i who gamble with your lives.">well shit, I was hoping just to get out of here with another incident>I hear Sgt. McPurr ask what we should do over our squad vox-link>well... it worth a shot"It sounds like their leader wants to have chat. I'll go speak to him, if one of us gets shot book it out of here">with that, I sling my Recon Las-rifle of my shoulder and approach these "Kurds">hand in the air of course...>I don't want them getting the wrong idea>I'd rather not get shot by a nerved-up tribesman with an itchy trigger finger>I call out to the one who I think is their leader"I am commanding officer of this Imperial Guard unit! If you wanna have a talk, you're gonna have to talk with me!">Emperor, please don't let me be taken hostage...
>>97965905>Be Major Gareth >As we push harder through Er'Kuwadi the resistance amps up>Full on city based asymmetrical warfare>Breaking down barricades with melta fire >I have switched to the bolt pistol I was gifted by Captain Mordo of the Deathwatch >Its more accurate to call this thing a bolter whilst its in my hands seeing as the pistol is designed for a marine>But I make do>Its very good at turning enemies into pulp>Our enemies seem to be rag tag gangers and PDF all carrying various chaos symbols>Guess they went Undivided>No matter eliminate them and move forward>That's what we are taught to do>Order Hudson to send a vox message out>Message goes as follows"Requesting reinforcements to secure gains made in Hive Er'Kuwadi. The 87th Montag Helljumpers are currently clearing out the city but we need another team to fully secure our gains">Hopefully that'll interest some folks
>>97966710>>97968189>>97968218>Be Sergeant Svenja Vigorito, Mordian Iron Guard Destroyer Tank Hunter Commander >Currently posted at the Imperial Defense Line Central >The slave caste of Hive Ar’Saudi have done a respectable job building a defensive line all the way from the gulf to the mountains in a short period of time >Unfortunately, the line is paper thin, and we don’t have nearly enough men to hold it >Fortunately, the enemy doesn’t seem to be trying to find our weak points and break through our lines in order to flank us, instead they are attacking us head on >Aside from the local PDF and conscript rabble holding the line, there are soldiers of the Armored Heart and the Amerigo launching counterattacks against the enemy hoard to the south of us, and Imperial Navy planes flying overhead >For now though, our Colonel orders us to remain hull down behind the bunkers we built >The enemy seems to have an endless supply of cheap built-for-PDF tanks, so we might as well let them tire themselves out for a while first >I take the opportunity to survey the wrecks of the latest failed assault by the heretics >This group, like the rest so far, mostly just look like ordinary PDF types, but some of them have red markings and a fondness for improvised flamers, and some look sickly but feverishly joyful >Followers of Nurgle and Khorne perhaps?
>>97968359>>97968144>>97968141>>97967572>Be Mustafa Saeed>"I am commanding officer of this Imperial Guard unit! If you wanna have a talk, you're gonna have to talk with me!">for a manticore it speaks as well as any man at least"Khosh molaghat, Manticore Commander. I am Mustafa Saeed leader of the Kurd tribe. you did well fighting the puppets of the Jinn so i can assume you are not here on their behalf even if your appearance is one that inspires doubt in my warriors." >i sit down and invite him to do the same"i will be honest, many of my kin believe we should take you hostage, a bargaining chip for those who come after. I disagree. Id argue a better bargaining chip would be the ones in that trukk." >i offer him a drink from my flask which he refuses no doubt processing my words"but the arrival of the Parī has convinced me otherwise. They only aid us when we are in dire threats from some enemy we cannot see, perhaps they intend for us to share the sacred truth of what lies beneath with you" >i finish my drink"i do not know why you came to my mountain and even if i asked i doubt you would be honest with me" >i wave him off"so proceed, Manticore. But know not only my eyes but the Parī will be watching you and your warriors on my mountain. Ishalla.">with that i order the Kurds to gather up what we can from the slain and retreat to our home base>i can feel something is wrong under the ground>if the Immortals have returned than every warrior will be needed
>>97968397>>97968406>>97968408>>97968218>>97968189>be Salah Abo>one of the chosen of Saddamisitc>the time has come>the gulf platforms are burning as was predicted leading to panic as the greed of the dogs of the great satan push forward to try and rescue their platforms to mine the world for oil>the bringers of flame have entered Er'Kuwadi and the chaff has given them the illusion of victory>the armored divisions have drawn their lines forward away from Ar'Saudi>the lesser cults all move in secret plans to draw their own power and corrupt from within >the scarabs have awakened in the desert sands >what comes next>is as the red prophet predicted >i bring the blade down on my own stomach as i offer my blood to the blood god, as do several others in 8 points around Ar'Babil >the agony is overwhelming but each of us use the hate and rage of our suffering to complete the link >the rivers begin to run red >and never stop>the gulf is Khorne's now>my last vision before my soul is taken is the first of the bloodletters rising from its depths, the blood ritual giving them a portal to endlessly arrive from the blood gulf >anywhere the sea touches is now a new battlefield for his hordes>including behind the imperial defense line>this world is one step closer to Lord Galmon's plans for it>all shall be as the red prophet wills it!
>>97965337>>97966609(1/2)>Be Priscilla, Least Fortunate Woman in the Galaxy >I almost make it to a balcony where I could jump into the pool, but then some of the weirdos appear on a balcony in front of me >Two women in transparent harem silks and a greased up muscular man in a gimp mask >One of them gets hit in the eye with a tranquilizer dart, and I realize some of them are on the balcony a few suites back as well >A woman in a fancy horse riding outfit with a tranquilizer rifle, two local police, and another of the undressed boy toys >Does no one else find it strange these people can travel around a supposedly deeply conservative hive dressed like this?>I guess money really does talk here >Also I just got shot in the butt with a tranquilizer dart >Fuck my l.....>I wake up chained up in someone’s private sex dungeon >This is the fifth time this has happened to me in the past few years, maybe eighth depending on what is and isn’t a sex dungeon, maybe the twelfth if you count all the times I woke up restrained in some manner, in an unpleasant sort of situation with strong sexual vibes, not counting all the times my captivity lasted more than one day >Not for the first time I wonder if Slaanesh has somehow marked me in a way that fate and destiny keep bending in order to put me in these situations >I wonder if Spencer’s employers have a way to remove such curses, but there seems little point in asking him, Spencer rarely provides useful information when asked, and surely he has noticed how often I get in these sorts of predicaments by now, and if he wanted to stop them and knew a way how he would >I sigh heavily, then scan my surroundings >Strong harem vibe to this room due to the furnishings and fixtures, but there are no windows, poor lighting, and the only men in the room are chained to the walls >Lots of women in the room wearing a mix of nothing, harem silks, jewelry, and occult markings. A few minor mutations too
>>97968470(2/2)>There are two big statues in the room, one a lewd woman with horns and a serpentine lower half, the other a woman with the head of a hawk and tainted fires burning in its outstretched hands >The pinkish smoke from the nearby braziers is making me both sleepy and aroused >The woman who seems to be the leader is making a speech in her native tongue, and then orders a group of leering women to approach me >I think I know where this is going...>Based on past experiences I have some immunity to psychic influence, but it is far from total, nor does it mean chemical influence and physical contact can’t make things unpleasantly pleasant for me >Fuck my life
>>97964929>>97965722>>97966609>Be Farseer Isendavar >I am meditating, to calm my powers, and prepare for what's to come>The hydra twists and turns it's heads biting each other while remain in agreement all the same>What?>Hydra>Does that mean?>The rangers do bring a captured space marine to listening shrine five>Order them to disengage, we are few enough in number as it is>In all black >Well it's a short walk>Meanwhile, the aspect warriors are arriving>As are the tanks and flyers>Autarch Maulruin shall act as overall commander>But I am the Farseer, so I remain in charge>Anyway, the captured astartes>In black, with no discernable emblem>Hmph, that's not enough to fool me>Lightly probe his mind>Interesting >Honestly, if Eldrad wasn't busy with that shitty god of his killing off the cabal 2.0 would be on the agenda>The Ghost Legion then!>In the colours of what? The Dark Angels?>Well that's my guess anyway>Though the black ones are part of that fallen incident>Are there Dark Angel successors round these parts?>Or is it the deathwatch?"Greetings, space marine, are you banished from your brothers? Why would a single astartes be on the planet? Tell me, oh blackshield. Or perhaps you would like me to call you.....Alpharius?">Yes, I know your name is Spencer, and your probably the worst servant of chaos I ever met>In accomplishing their goals that is>Are you even serving it?
>>97968490>>97968470>>97966609>be Spencer>so this how Priscilla feels huh>captured and having your mind plundered >it fucking sucks>i groan as i can feel his psyker powers probe my mind like a mission file "Greetings, space marine, are you banished from your brothers? Why would a single astartes be on the planet? Tell me, oh blackshield. Or perhaps you would like me to call you.....Alpharius?">cute"call me whatever you want, wont stop the necrons from killing us all or Lord Galmon's plans for the sector">its hard to mean mug someone behind a helmet and having your hands tied behind your back in wraithbone bindings but im giving it my best try >Alpharius...>am i really a part of the famed alpha legion?>i mean im as subtle as a imperial first, cheerful as an iron warrior, drink like a space wolf, sulk like a raven guard, have the sunny disposition of the death guard and the combat experience of a night lord all wrapped up in a moody sea green shell >well actually right now its black but you get my point>damn it what would an actual alpha legionary do?"since you read my mind already, im guessing you know why im here. Its the same reason you're here im guessing since if it was anything but keeping the promethium fields operational they be on fire already. Im also guessing since the necrons are waking up and not all dead in their sleep you didnt know about them either." >im not dead so maybe im onto something"What you dont know, because I dont even know it. is who i really work for. And what they want with this sector of space or the galaxy at large, which means killing me gets you nothing." >well thats not true given i now know there are eldar on the planet so killing me would cover that up but admiting that would be a poor choice"so i propose a deal. You let me go and ill try to convince the imperials that your no doubt arriving battle force isnt here to fight them but rather the awakening tomb world under their fleet">its a bold play, but fuck it
>>97965183>>97965592>>97968453>Be Overlord Menthesuphis the Horticulturist>The reanimation protocol goes into high gear>Already the entrance to the tomb is beginning to reform>Begone, vile desert, the tombs shall stand as it did before>As I walk out with my lychguard in tow, I receive a signal>Lord Angra Matras>Who is in the desert proper>Old friend, how did you get out of the tomb?>Eh, no matter, it shall be good to see you again>But if you are to our north-east, I have a special order for you"Lord Angra Matras, hear me. It has come to my attention that the invaders have aerodrome to the north-east of our current objective. I request you execute an assault on this airbase, before rendezvousing with the rest of us at the objective earlier discussed.">Angra Matras>Bright, but troubled>That was how he was before the biotransferance >A loyal courtier, but so nihilistic>I am roused from my remeniscing by my favourite cryptek"My glorious overlord, it appears these humans are engaged in some sort of civil war. One side serves what I can only describe as a golden skeleton, presumably their head of state, the other one serves the immaterium.">THE FUCKING WHAT>THOSE PARASITES>Several scarab spies record that daemons are beginning to materialise >You little fuckers>Not if I have anything to say about I don't>Send out an new, overriding order>Kill any and ALL FUCKING DAEMONS that dare to come close>On a more positive note, what scant resistance there was for our advance party folded like wet paper>Several mindshackles have been implemented as well>And we have been able to hack our way into their primitive communications systems>These 'tech-priests' of theirs were easy to override>Weirdos who forsake their skin for machine>Idiots, you don't value your flesh enough>But you leave yourself open to us so it is all dandy>The monoliths are likewise at the ready>Immortals and warriors have breached into the sewers>I raise my staff"To war!"
>>97968397>>97968453>Be Major Gareth, 87th Montag Helljumpers >We were doing so well>And then the warp had to step in>Legions of Khornate daemons swarming from portals and from the ocean gulf itself"HELLJUMPERS DEFENCE POSITIONS! STARVE THEM OF MELEE SLAUGHTER!">It wont do much but the longer we hold them off from melee based violence the less strength they have >Might buy us some time till reinforcements arrive>Get on the vox to our vultures"Redirect two squadrons on our position target the daemon hordes!">Fire my bolt pistol at an incoming bloodletter
>>97966134>>97966474>Be Colonel McArthain>That feigned, heich-pitched voice wi' the extra accent's awfy irritatin'>Uisually I'd be feenished wi' it>But it seems my verra existance gars her dae her nut in>Which is guid eneuch>Aye, aye, pray continue with this self-important declamation>"i was just listening to your message, tell me has anyone told you, you have a voice that set a maiden's cœur une flamme?">Ach, I can blether awa in High Gothic richt fancy, but jist for you, I'll say sumthin ye'llnae ken the heid nor tail o'>As tae yer quaestion"Barrachd na bu toil leat fios a bhith agad.">Somethin' in the auld tongue>Nae that she'd ken.>She flings my fifty quid for payin' aff debt.>Aye naw, I'm no qualified for that, ye'll need tae speak tae his pleader>So I cry him ower"Basingstoke-Villiers! This wumman's got legal business tae blether aboot!">He slides ower, his gaunt bouk heidin' ower everybody.>Then he starts his dreich legal blether."Madam, be advised that His Lordship is presently engaged in matters precluding immediate audience; however, by this instrument, notification is served regarding an invoice pertaining to an extant pecuniary obligation of fifty pounds sterling, plus accrued interest, originating from a prior engagement of chance at whist by your late progenitor. Additionally, your house remains culpable for assessed indemnities resulting from damages consequential to actions perpetrated over the planetary jurisdiction of Tral-fael-gar and the municipal territory of Watersloo, coupled with remuneration for assistance rendered against the perfidious von Schmillelhausen during the conflict at Rheinfeld. Therefore, His Lordship, by extension, solicits inquiry as to the prospective discharge of said financial delinquencies.">Aye, that'll gie her the boak>Ah, tae hell wi' this, time fur a wee dram>An' some haggis>Gonnae get oot ma flask o' whisky>A guid lang swig
>>97969328>A'm gonnae be here fur a wee while onyway, an' it'll be a lot mair grand bladdered>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader >Whelp, avoided that annoyance>She inherited that title rather recently, didn't she?>Pray tell, for what reason doth she devote such an abundance of time in a vain endeavour to engage me in a contest of trifling masculine braggadocio?>Bleurgh, I don't do that with Nicolett's, especially not when they're woman>Although......>Should I tell her?>No, it would break her feeble mind>It wasn't always like this>I got along splendidly with her great-granduncle Hercule>A nicer chap has never been produced by that house>But is almost like they have a collective inferiority superiority complex against us>It is as my great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather Johnathan Arthur 'John Bull' Ponsonby-Bannerman said"We always have been, we are, and I hope that we always shall be, detested by the Nicoletts">I mean, do you even Rogue Trader?>And I have better things to do>My necron amulet is lighting up again>And you what that means>Profit.gif>Anyway, I am in my personal Baneblade>Overlooking the situation>The objective is set, and I want to asses the situation>Broadcast to my troops"Camel Corps! Armoured Division! At the ready! Prepare, march!">I got those camels off the cheap from some Tallarn merchant>Since then I have been breeding my own>Very handy as you can see
>>97968490>>97968556>>97968453>Be Farseer Isendavar >Yes, yes, Spencer I->OH SHIT>Khornate daemons>FUCKING DAMNIT>Thankfully there are but a few this high up"If you would excuse me for a second. SEER COUNCIL, TO ME!!!">Start kicking daemon ass like the best of them>Stab out their eye with a witchblade>Throw my singing spear around>Nailing eight bloodletters>And importantly of all>*ZAP* *ZAP* *KAPOW*>A demonstration of psychic might sends those hounds back to the warp>Anyway, back to business>"call me whatever you want, wont stop the necrons from killing us all or Lord Galmon's plans for the sector">Touché"Well, the Necrons wouldn't have awoken if Gilman, no sorry, Galmon's bastard spawn never came here. And I not an expert on Necrons, so I will deal with them later.">Spencer goes off in some tangent about promethium and how I didn't know about the Necrons>Well, if all else fails, I will ask the Fire Dragons to set the stuff ablaze>But that's plan omega>"What you dont know, because I dont even know it. is who i really work for. And what they want with this sector of space or the galaxy at large, which means killing me gets you nothing." >Fuck off, the sect is just the cabal 2.0, like your primarch before you you got involved in something really dumb>Like father, like son>No, grandpapa Emprah is also like that>And he wants to cut a deal>"so i propose a deal. You let me go and ill try to convince the imperials that your no doubt arriving battle force isn't here to fight them but rather the awakening tomb world under their fleet">I have an even better idea"Disguise yourself as a Red Hunter, or an Exorcist, or even a Grey Knight, though I doubt you want to be the last one.">Reach into the minds of the Imperials and Kurds"Attention to all forces, I am Farseer Isendavar of Ulthwé here in coalition with the Holy Inquisition, I call for a truce. Cease your fighting!">Use my psychic gifts to impose pacifism and tranquillity among the armies
>>97969585>Like a fucking tardwrangler>Pipe down boys, the grown-ups are talking>Undo Spencer's wraithbone cuffs"We shall go down there, speak to them, and try to broker an alliance of convenience.">A flash of a human woman suddenly pangs into my mind"Then you must go, I believe that Priscilla-woman has got herself captured in some degenerates basement or something.">Why does he keep her around?>Were our places traded I would have disposed of her long ago>It's kinda cute really>Like a married couple>And it never hurts to ask"So tell me, have you ever tied the knot? Considering how long you have been rescuing her I would almost think you hold some genuine affection for her. If you ever want to get hitched, as a farseer, I am legally allowed to officiate marriages.">Snicker internally at this>Bit immature, but I can't help it>It has been long overdue>Time for a more hands-on approach>And with the massing of all the aspects it I can easily make them comply at gunpoint if my enforced pacifism falters>Start going down the mountainside, with Spencer in tow
>>97969016>Be Major Gareth >Continuing to fight off the daemons in a defensive last stand formation >Melta guns firing off into the daemonic horde sending them screaming back to hell>Kicking down cover to make them clamper over>If you starve a Khornate daemon of melee bloodshed it weakens them>Two Vultures have arrived to back us up raining down their multiple rocket pods, nose mounted heavy bolters and hellfury missiles>Is this slightly over kill that will lead to structural problems in Hive Er'Kuwadi?>Well definitely yes to the second part>This isnt enough overkill>Especially seeing as Emperor damn well knows that if there's Lesser daemons out and about>Theres bound to be some greater daemons>I hate fighting chaos>Dont get me wrong, can easily deal with chaos marines>Melta guns are very good at punching into ceramite >But daemons?>Yes our weapons affect them>But they can easily come back given certain circumstances >Especially when theres bound to be more rituals going on somewhere >I should really call this in to the Inquisition >Provided nobody else has called it in yet>If we can get rid of this lot then I'm calling them>I need Hudson and other vox operators firing with us so we dont get overrun
>>97969879>>97969328>>97969879>>97968453>>97968470>be Lady Marie de Antoi'nette Clouseau Poirot de Nicolett>putain de dieu empereur bon sang>im starting to let my composure crack as i have to deal with Bannerman's retune of annoying fools keeping me from my objective by insinuating my goal is to speak with that old mustached fool>the peddler he calls over starts blathering long winded jargon juridique at me at the same time i get reports that the putain de golfe is filling with blood and Charlemange de Gaulle my aeronautica carrier is having to fight litteral daemons crawling up the side>merde...>i nod politely as i raise my hand over my face and whisper into the vox receiver in it "Roquejeoffre, go kill something. I will not lose the de Gaulle nor this opportunity while i have life in my bossom" >silently he nods and excuses himself from the festivities as i continue to listen to the old miser prattle on>out of the corner of my eye i spot the half ogryn wandering off lookign to get drunk>public intoxication is quite the crime here >something to keep in mind i suppose if i need a distraction>finally i get a chance to respond to the old throne clipper"oi of course of course, house Nicolett always pays its debts but it seems that financial debts you call into recall roughly account to 10 thousand 2 hundred 45 thrones and 50 as you call zem..."quid"" >bannerish feels like spitting crudely with every peasant gargling word but its important to put on airs for matters like this"but alas, i do believe it was Lord Bannerman's abhuman ménagerie outside non?">I fan my face lightly"quite rudely they harassed my personal transport, spreading liquid over my Cybercanids. Im afraid i must ask for compensation to be offered for the disruption first and that balance to be recounted to include the damages to the royal carriage, Quesnay? what was the damage again?">the old skeleton barely leaves the ship anymore rather speaking through a vox cherub
>>97970142"11 thousand thrones exactly, my lady" >i smile warmly"why dont you two settle the debts and sent the bill to ze lord bannerman when this is all settled, au revoir">my fake smile lasts as long as i turn my back before turning to a withering glare as im practically stomping towards my target now>the royal bastard hasnt been seen since speaking to Lord Bannerman something about "seeing his royal "advisor"" but i didnt come this far to give up now and im not just talking about this sand chocked planet>if i have to ill head to his personal quarters to get what i need>nobody is taking this away from me>i move up marble steps imported at great cost, gold inlaid statues of great Pershah heroes, including the fat prince himself of course, and of course women that if they were anywhere else BUT the personal harem of the ruling elite they be beaten within an inch of their lives>finally i find my target>i open the door and see"c'est quoi ce bordel que je regarde?">its like i stepped into a completely different location>pink smoke flows from braziers, women in silks move about and i spot several men on chains ranging from brutes that look like space marines on hulk dust wearing nothing but leather Chasity cages to what i can recognize as royalty begging for more including F'had, the man i came to meet>not the first time i had to meet someone in a sex dungeon im used to high soceity after all but there is a difference between sex dungeon and "CHOAS" sex dungeon and this is very clearly the later judging by the golden statues>i take several holo pictures for blackmail when we get to negoications as i watch them drag a rather misérablem looking woman up to a golden slab between the statues either intent on killing her or stuffing her with objects until that kills her>i roll my eyes and clasp my golden rebreather overtop of my face as i realize im about to mess up one of my favorite dresses"i dont suppose you ladies will just let me take, F'Had, no?"
>>97969879>>97969879>>97968218>be Roquejeoffre d’Éon>the silent blade of house Nicolett>at her command i send word to Charlemange de Gaulle to start offering air support to the Helljumpers in Er'Kuwadi>also send vox commands to open our resupply and fueling to the Imperial Aeronautica forces including the "Yellow tails">a little give goes a long way, is something my lady has yet to learn>i call in a personal valkyrie as i get a chance to look over the changing battlefield>merde>it appears the entire sea is blood red and glowing>so long as whatever ritual is underway the bloodletters will simply reform from the blood gulf>its a short trip but a tense one as i step out onto the ship to see crewmen being slaughtered left and right either unable to get a firing line onto the daemons crawling up the ship or trying to keep them from destroying the marauders>i step out as i raise my black blade and engage two of the red beasts>their swordmanship is unsurpisingly poor compared to L'école française d'escrime >fencing is a gentleman's sport after all>Timing, Punishment, and Simplicity>even as they return to immatériel more crawl over the side>very well then>i do hope SOMEONE has a plan to fix this sooner rather than later
>>97968764>>97965592>>97968453>be Skorpekh Lord Angra Matras>the dishonored procession continues by now most of the dishonored are returned to my side>those who have not are in no state of repair to aid us and have found their just punishment beneath the sands>"Lord Angra Matras, hear me. It has come to my attention that the invaders have aerodrome to the north-east of our current objective. I request you execute an assault on this airbase, before rendezvousing with the rest of us at the objective earlier discussed.">i dont reply in words but i send a confirmation as i lead the shambling host toward the air field>the followers of the immaterium have begun some ritual to bring the warp spawn onto my lords world>my hatred for life grows unchecked as we pick up speed, the Skorpekh Destroyer and those whose hatred of life match my own crash into their unprepared lines, silent and monsterous, there is no drawn out slaughter, no torment for these creatures. We simply send them to meet their Gods and move onto the next, my weapons worn down by the sands slowly return to life as i blast one of their primitive flying machines with my Enmitic Annihilator>as its atoms split apart i bring my weapons down on those inside who tried to escape their look of confusion and fear turning briefly to agony and horror as they embrace their unmaking. >soon all that remains is clean up>by now the main force is arrived and join us in removing all trace they had ever been here>it takes some more time but i will see my Overlord soon enough>all life must be erased, all trace they had ever disgraced this world with their unrestrained biological existance
