Last Thread:https://desuarchive.org/tg/thread/97960698The 1d6Chan:https://1d6chan.miraheze.org/wiki/The_Battle_of_Pershah_GulfTheme Music:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ni3CazygOh4>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">be with my Squad (Lil' Tom and Tiny Tam included), an Inquisitor, and his team of Stormtroopers...>we are on mission, a frakking suicidal one at that, to blow up the Necron Tomb complex>Throne ... has my life in the Guard gone sideways since getting shipped off Nordica II...>granted... I have seen some wild shit on Nordica II>but THAT always happened around Candlemas... the other 364 days of year tended to me really boring sentry duty>oh God Emperor do I miss sentry duty now>but i'm no coward... I would have never survived as long as I have in the Guard if I were...>I not one to just give up a mission either... even suicidal ones sanctioned by the Inquisition...>Now that I think about it... that makes this mission doubly suicidal...>speaking of blowing up the Necron Tomb...>I can now see their glowing green structures off in the distance, lighting up the cold night sky>we are getting close >this forest we are in, the one that is not supposed to be here mind you, is covering our approach>or so I think give how we have not been attacked by the Necrons yet>I really want to think the Emperor has something to do with this....>but after seeing what I have in my time in the Guard, I think there is some Xenos bullshittery about>emerging from the forest I see a large opening...>that must be the Hanger that the Inquisitor wants us to enter through...>and sure enough its guarded by some of the Warriors>I floor the Centaur RSV and run a few over...>Sgt. McPurr blasting away the others with our Heavy Stubber>driving in to the hanger I see multiple of these strange xenos fighters parked on the onyx-black floor>I turn to the Inquisitor..."This is it my Lord! I believe we have found our way in!"
>>98112581>be Tiny Tam>private first class of the Winter Guard Tiny>my head hurts>alot>and not just because there is a forest here now >its like my very being is screaming at me that if i take any more steps towards the werid black pylons the xenos made>ill die>worse than that >its hard to put into words >it just feelsB̶̡̰̣̱̫̳̙̖͓͓̞̈́͒͜͝ͅͅA̷̧̘̬̰͈̣̖̹͉͆́̔̔͒͑͊̕͜͜͝Ḑ̸͍̠̩̤̈́͗̈́̐͂͒̏̀̈́͌̒̚̕͜͝ͅ>my nose is still bleeding from the last time i used my powers >its not stopping so i tied a scarf around my face so i wouldnt get too much attention>the eldar said the inquisitor would find me out if i so much as thought of using my powers >something about a black ship>i dont know why the color of the ship mattered but both Lord Commissar Kate and Lt Tom worked hard to keep my powers secret after Candlemass >God Emperor's fluffy tail i miss Nordica II >thought technically there were metal xenos, daemons, traitor guard, and orks there that made that planet much more dangerous than this one >so why am my stomach still flip flopping so much>oh well>just another day in the Winter Guard, right?
>be Imperial Navy ace pilot Aquila-13, leader of Aquila Squadron the "Yellow Tails">I was sleeping in one of the Porto-Habs at St. Osmani>but one of the PDF troopers wakes me up in the early hours of the morning>I am about to rebuke him for waking up a Navy Officer when he a piece of paper>they are orders...>I'm needed at the command bunker for a briefing at 0300 local time>look at my wrist-chrono>it is 0258...>oh fething hell I'm going to be late>slap the dumb bastard for being late>he says he had trouble finding me...>I tell him that our Porto-Habs have our squadron name on them>he tells me that he is illiterate....>I can only face palm...>why...>how does a promethium rich planet NOT fund education?!>for Emperor's sake... im starting to think this place has worse management that fucking Chyna Secundus...>well maybe not...>I grab my flight jacket and sprint for the bunker>I'm a few minutes late...>but the Imperial Guard officer giving the briefing, Emperor be praised, takes no notice>there is a projection of a large fortress on the Holo-lithic display>turns out it is our target>the arch-enemy warlord has retreated there and seems to be preparing for a final stand there>both the Imperial Guard and Navy brass expect heavy casualties >many of Imperial Guard and PDF units are given assignments to help break this fortress>my squadron is assigned to escort a flight of Avenger Strike Fighters...>sounds simple enough>depart time is for 0400...>after leaving the briefing I grab some recaf and go brief my own squadron>all the while the ground crews refuel and rearm our Thunderbolts...
>>98112814>be I >Krieg Colonel #1946-88-19>of the newly deployed Krieg Siege deployment 444th >after a rather horrifying issue with corruption within our ranks last candlemass we were first to offer our unit for redeployment across the Sector and Sub-Sectors >thankfully, our deployments have been exceptionally bloody and taxing >we deployed to a tainted guard planet Normandy I >nothing but beaches and fortifications to slaughter ourselves against >wonderful >but nothing lasts forever and with the fall of that planet we were summoned to Pershah for our specialization with sieges >this fortress the traitor retreated into is considered something of a bunker >filled with traitors, weapons, traps, and armaments aimed outwards towards approaching imperial forces >naturally the first way will be deployed with our forces taking point>i look out over the burning sands >most of the promethium foundries took severe damage and ignited in flame in a daemon attack that has long since been dealt with >a benefit of the Adeptus Astartes joining the battle>reports are they are facing necron forces elsewhere in the battlefield>everywhere you look, nothing but fields of burning crude promethium >the air is choked with burning smoke and death no matter where you look >if i cared about something such as beauty i might enjoy this sight >but the 444th more than any other unit must keep ourselves to the standard of Krieg>that all said?>it is a beautiful day
>be me>General Scintillan Fusilier Master of Ordnance and Defense of the Royal Nicolett Rogue Trader dynasty Maréchal Étienne-Auguste de Villeneuve d’Aubignac de Montclair, Comte de Rochambeau-sur-Marne, Duc de Valençay et de Beaufort-Lafayette >and i am in as the lower gothic peons would say >ze shite >ze lady of ze house has gone missing after attempting negotiations with the the Governor of Hive Ar'Saudi>i told her it was bad form to try and keep snubbing ze House Ponsonby-Bannerman>zat we would be better to hold back and focus on establishing ties in his less held holdings >such as knight world Sevenboroughs>it is in the midst of a new succession crisis between the four houses >ze old king is on death's door it will soon be time for each house to send their knights to attempt to earn the right to lead house Avalon>with the royal heir off gallivanting as a freeblade somewhere, the time is perfect to establish our holdings there >many of ze knights the Ponsonby-Bannerman house uses for his "circular table" come from the many houses held on Sevenboroughs>but does she listen?>non >non, its better to go try to squeeze blood from the stone>or oils from the sands perhaps?>it does not matter>what does matter is that right now all of the personal attendants of Lady Marie de Antoi'nette Clouseau Poirot de Nicolett are gathered aboard the carrier ship Charlemagne De Gaulle discussing what to do next>Roquejeoffre d'Éon speaks first as is custom"we must request all planetary forces at once to find her">the money tender Quesnay's cherub screeches as both he, I and Arch Deacon Camille de Thévenet the preacher of the refounded Shrine World of Notre Damus sent as a spiritual advisor to the Lady Nicolett"the cost!""the faith in the rogue trader's house will be shattered!""the Bannerman's would never let us hear the end of it!""the cost!""we would be shamed for costing the war effort!""the cost!""it would shame the name Scintilla!""THE COST!"1/3
>>98113219>Roquejeoffre growls as the other two attendants one Duchesse d’Austerlitz et de Beaumont a Scintillan officer who leads the female, Francs-Tireurs >one could consider them the Tempestus Scions of the Scintillan Nicolett deployment>and one Canoness Preceptor Joan Delarc of the Order of the Armored Heart who seems none to pleased to be pulled from her purge efforts>to my surprise they both side with Roquejeoffre"we can ill afford the delay with heresy and xenos about!">i prepare for another round of argument when the unsheathing of the black blade silences us all "you are correct. our lady would not want us to shame the house by asking any imperial assistance let alone that of the rival rogue trader house Ponsonby-Bannerman. Neither can we remain here and do nothing while the leader of the House goes missing. I will personally lead the efforts to find her">i can't hold in a chortle at that"non offence, moi friend but you are severally damaged from your fight against the daemonic borders""then we will go. The sisters were already in the Hive Ar'Saudi" >i glare at Duchesse>far too much of a commoner in her for a proper Scintillan "you do not have permissio-""i will grant it" >i glare to Roquejeoffre "and what are WE to do then?">i can almost feel his glare from under that stupid mask "you will order a full deployment to aid the imperial assault against the last bastion of traitors on world, it will give us not only cover to remain here and cover our deployment and search but will act as a show of strength against the Ponsonby-Bannerman house's deployment of knights and forces that we are not cowards who let them bloody themselves while we hide">i want to argue that i have no need to fight to prove i am superior to those red coated commoners but there is no point"we will also prepare to deploy our secret weapon should it come to that...">now its Camille's turn to protest"THE RAGE OF NOTRE DAMUS IS NO-">his glare again silences the room
>>98113229"i have sent word to the tech priests to prepare just in case, dismissed">i huff and puff as i climb into the transport flier taking us to the front lines >out of anger, not because i am out of shape>i fix my wig and mutter darkly about that commoner trash>at least i can show up these peasants of the lower imperial guard regiments with the full might of the Scintillan Fusiliers>the ugly giant fortress spits upright like a giant blister in the shifting sands>whatever the necrons are doing has not arrived here yet as its still blood soaked sands >the Krieg appear to be deploying first>as is the proper fate for such hommes brises>ze broken men>hardly worth the effort to aim at a objective id say>but still its about the showmanship as i order all the artillery, both on planet and orbital to begin the opening bombardments as we begin our march to lay down covering las-fire>allons-y! for ze Empereur-Dieu de l'Humanité!3/3been looking forward to this, i hope we give Pershah an end worth waiting for anons
>>98112863>be Haek "The Butcher", most loyal Scion of Lord Galmon>be at Fort Ar'Babil reorganizing my forces>a great many devotes of the Dark Gods have gathered here for what may be our final fight on this world>the overall quality varies>most are local PDF who devoted themselves to Lord Galmon>others are former Imperial Guard>some are untrained and poorly equipped cultists>but we will make do>the walls of this fort are thick, arms are aplenty, and ammo is more than plentiful>standing before this army of the Dark Gods... a thought occurs to me...>I could bring these warriors into the Cohorts of Lord Galmon>yes... now is the time to do it too...>I have slaves and the weak willed brought forth and scarified in the name of Khorne>I take the blood and consecrate them all as new cohorts...>with the numbers amassed here I christen a replacement XVI Immolating Cohort>but more so I declare the founding of the XIX, XX, XXI, XXII, XXIII, and XXIV "Immolating Cohorts" >with this deed done, I order the cohorts forth to man the defense>I return to the citadel of this mighty fortress to prepare the portal ritual...>but...>not before I check on the "package" for my Lord Galmon>yes... its all coming together>If we cannot bring forth reinforcements, then I will at least bring this gift before Lord Galmon before closing the portal
>>98112581>>98112779>be Geomancer Nas'Deev >of Overlord Menthesuphis's court>this is all rather annoying >rather than awakening properly at the time the silent king spoke of its seems something messed with our awakening protocols >This was the sole reason that FOOL Matras was entrusted with guarding the tomb>a fool who apparently went quite mad during the eons if his new form is to be believed >its almost a balm to my strained matrix's knowing what punishments our Overlord will subject him to for his crimes>burning this garden world to sand and ash?>tsk tsk tsk >now instead of locating our liege above all other lieges i am forced to maintain the techno-sorcery that enables the conversion of this world via the blackstone pylons >its a complex series of techno sorcery that none but my genius could pull off >which is why i am deep within the tomb complexes running the various pylons through scrab connections as my lord continues his march>the intruders on this world continue to waste time slaughtering each other while we prepare next steps>chief among them being the restoration of the world's natural resources>the complexity of running these systems is so focus intensive i almost fail to notice an alert from Doom Scythe storage Pahrah 44 of bio contaminationugh.scarab>i am trying to balance chronomancy, biomancy, matter transference, restoration protocols and power reactivations on a sub atomic level>restoring life to a world SCOURED of all life isnt as easy as i make it look>send a scrab swarm to remove all foreign contaminants>an animal or something probably wandered in from the noise outside>hmmm it might be worth it to study what life persisted after the great slumber and what is clearly the work of Matras>i get an alert from one of the pylons that it needs its chrono time field realigned with the other balancing around one of the cities the living one's call home as i let out a string of curses as i have to phase out of my body to relink it
>be Sgt. Johnson of the Amerigo 5th Armored>be in command of the Leman Russ Vanquiser "Carnivore">be outside of the ruined city of Er'Kuwadi with the rest of the Amerigo 5th Armored>the ruins are still burning...>but the fires of the burning promethium fields burn brighter...>the dunes are cast in an eerie orange glow from it all>mean while... we are refueling and reloading ammo via munitorum supply trucks>most of them are Cargo-8s sourced from the PDF that stayed loyal>the rest of us are just waiting for orders to come down from command>rumors over the vox-net are that we are going to assault some fortress out in the western desert...>more rumors say that the heretics have abandoned their defensive positions in the promethium fields...>not sure if I buy that, but it would explain why they just decided to blow up the promethium wells>as for me... >I'm just sitting on the roof of my tank...>eating some rations, some slab and hardtack, >and sitting back and watching as this world burns...>literally in this case...>I look behind us... down the road back to Hive Ar'Saudi>I see lights...>I think they are more burning promethium for a second>but no... they are head lights...>I grab a set of magnoculars >its our back up>Death Korps, Felinids, Mordians, local PDF, and a few regiments I don't recognize>well then...>I guess that means we are moving out soon>I shout at the munitorum menials to hurry the hell up...>I'll be damned if some PDF goat fuckers to get a head of us!
>Be me, Lawrence Carnavon>Intelligence Officer to his Lordship Ponsonby-Bannerman >For the last couple of days I have been making contacts>It has not been easy>The Kurds seem to think us tainted>The Berbers are tainted >Which leaves us with Bedouins >They are open to our aid>Mostly because I called the Hive Nobles mean names>And have agreed to show us some secret routes through the desert>I tell all this to his Lordship in his newest castle >Before I go once more>To make common cause with the Kurds
>Be Farseer Isendavar of Craftworld Ulthwé >And this is getting rather tiresome >Necrons to the left of me>Spencer to the right >Clowns all around >Because some idiots couldn't gossip in their own language >And he also stole a jetbike>Now chasing him is a waste of my time>But the spiritseer kept bitching at me so I am making another detour>And so here we are, shadowing him>I did drop by Imperial High Command first>To tell about the tunnels Haek's machines bore>And that there are some under his fort>But getting back on topic>I might to go over Spencer's head if he doesn't comply>And contact the sect directly >I do have some 'friends' there>And it has been far too long
>>98113777>be Spencer >of the Sect>you know the worst part about not being as clever as you think you are?>its that everytime you think you outsmarted someone they outsmarted your outsmarting 18 steps ago>and they themselves are pawns in some other assholes game>I get pings from a few Berber Tribes and Goat Fucker Posse >seeing that Lord Haek has gathered up everyone he could in his single remaining fortress and left them for the coming purges they are eager to change sides>its not really changing sides though >just new management.>point is the Goat fuckers are told to not interfere with Lord Bannerman's missions and play the part of stupid desert dwellers and even be helpful >no you can't keep the abhumans, i dont care what your fetish is >the few berber tribes that jumped ship are told to join in with the Kurds after a "vision of the coming immortals">necrons have a way of motivating the more superstitious>which ends the good news>bad news?>im still a rogue marine, now noticed by an inquistor and likely high command soon depending on if he wants me found before dealing with an awakening tomb world>Priscilla is still missing>a few of the private vox bands i tapped into at the start of all this report she was with the rogue trader>not the one from China Secundus another one>joy, two rogue trader houses fighting over a planet>if the necrons dont tear this world apart they will >speaking of which what the hells is going on>i look out from one of the spires and the desert is looking a lot more green than i remember>and the eldar found me>a few blue flashes of approaching stealth fields, subtle disabling of security systems in such a way as to not disrupt the chaos of the recovery from the blood gulf incident is a dead give away>like seeing a sea predator slink through the water>none of that, however is as scary as what i just decoded from the vox link to the Sect[new Sect assets dispensed to planet...prepare for shifted mission parameters]
>>98112581(1/2)>Be Felinid Sergeant Kitten “Pussy In Boots” McPurr>At some point over the past day, our simple recon mission has turned into a high stakes suicide mission delivering nukes to a Necron tomb complex >This reminds me more than a little of Chyna Secundus, where for some reason the universe has decided that Tom, and the people standing in his immediate vicinity, are the only ones on the planet qualified to do commando missions of the highest tier of importance >I find it hard to believe there isn’t anyone more qualified among the hundreds of thousands of Guard on the planet, not to mention the Space Marines, the Inquisition, and the various elite forces the Rogue Traders brought with them >Not that I don’t mind killing things, I really don’t >But it helps to avoid situations where things can kill you back >We manage to sneak right up to the Necron tomb complex in our packed Centaur RSV by hiding in the forest that the Necron seemed to have only recently created >No idea how that worked >One would think a species as advanced as the Necron would have been able to pick us up on some sort of sensors long before we got close to their tomb complex, and sent a few of their crescent shaped aircraft to turn us into glowing green dust >Maybe the Eldar helped us out somehow, or the Necron didn’t want to shoot up their precious forest, or the Emperor truly does favor reckless fools >Lets hope it is the third one, since the next part of our plan is even dumber than the first part >Tom drives the Centaur RSV straight at the Necron aircraft hangar entrance >There is a few Necron Warriors loitering around>Luckily they don’t seem to have fully come out of hibernation yet, since all they do is fire a few poorly aimed shots, or lumber off in random directions >Not that I am complaining, from what I have seen, even their basic infantry weapons can dissolve light to medium vehicle armor like it is wet tissue paper
>>98113871(2/2)>Tom manages to run a few over, and I knock down a few with concentrated bursts from the heavy stubber, but, no doubt most of them will be back up and moving in no time >And...we successfully made it into the hangar >Parts of it are dark, unnaturally dark such that even my Felinid eyes can’t easily pierce the murk >But I can see plenty of glowing sets of eyes >Ugh, I should have stolen one of those Montag meltaguns when I had the chance, and ammo, lots of meltagun ammo
>>98113625>Be Overlord Menthesuphis the Horticulturist>Making my way to the depths of the tomb>Deeper and deeper>For there is a vault>A vault filled with something from a bygone age>When this ancient civilisation was just a little less ancient >When we were flesh and bone>Though our homeworld was never lush >Nor verdant>It was home to hardy plants, that few which provided nutrients to our ancient ancestors >As I reach the vault I plug my finger in the gap>It opens>There is no gold here>Nor gems>But seeds and samples galore>All kept pristine in stasis>It's.....so beautiful >I would shed a tear>But you know >I physically can't >Still, if things to take a turn for the worst>The exodus protocol >Normally I would be loath to abandon a world>But Szarekh was so good as to provide me with several other compatible worlds>Just in case >But that does not mean I will run>Far from it>Organics have made it into a hanger >Hmph, so be it>Start walking towards the nearest teleporter
>>98113736>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader >Currently having a briefing on our next course of action>With chaos on the run we can look to the next step>Treasure hunting, actual hunting, all that fun>But still, Lawrence has made note of several local tribes>Something about.....Goat Fuckers?>Wut.Jpg>And several untainted bedouin tribes>Who have agreed to help us>If we help them>Their price is one I am willing to pay though >Purging all the corrupt nobles>In other news>The maritime fleet has secured the promethium platforms at sea>And General Connerius has been parachuted over the Saudi fields>Speaking of which >I should return there >For....administrative purposes >Load up some troops>Send the three knights I got>Sir James >Sir Ricardus>And Sir Jeremy>Over to the front>Send the abhuman mercs there as well>I and Fergus will go to Ar'Saud>Time to make a splash
Oh shit finally. At work currently so I'll start typing up for hengest and montags later
>>98113219>>98113867(1/3)>Be Priscilla, Least Fortunate Woman in the Galaxy >I wake up in yet another sex dungeon >For the sixth, ninth, or thirteenth time in recent memory depending on how literally you define “sex dungeon”>I think this is the first time I have woken up in two different sex dungeons on the same day, but not the first time I have woken up to find myself somehow restrained in some sort of highly implausible situation that is different than one I awoke to earlier in the same day >Fuck my life >My brain is still really foggy >How did I end up here again?>Aside from just living an unnaturally cursed existence?>Let’s see >I was doing intel gathering for Spencer, then I got kidnapped, woke up in a sex dungeon (not this one), got rescued by some posh noble who wanted my help rescuing some local fat degenerate, escaped the (other) sex dungeon after someone summoned a bunch of rapey gold tentacle chains, then ended up getting in a shoot out in a hallway, which ended when some idiot opened the door to the (other) sex dungeon and got all his buddies hardcore violated, dragged into the Warp, where they are now probably getting extra hardcore violated >After that, things get a little fuzzy >I think me and the posh noble ended up fleeing the hallway and ending up somewhere else >I remember castrating some 400 pound fat man in some sort of sauna using nothing but a wet towel and a broken piece of wood (don’t ask)>Also fist fighting someone that looked like the Hive Governor’s daughter (but naked) and a few roller blading gimps in a massive bedroom with disco lighting >And something about riding a tiger bareback through someone’s private zoo jungle biodome >Also at some point I think I managed to loot a few items of clothes (no sign of them now though) and I think I tried pouring a pitcher of ice water down the front of my pants to mitigate the effects of that fucking “Lover’s Kiss” venom, but it somehow just made things worse
>>98114145(2/3)>And did I really kick a camel strapped with explosives off a balcony (or maybe it was just someone dressed as a camel?) while yelling something about Sparta?>And that posh noble set soooo many people on fire with her fusion gun >I think that part was real >I still smell like a human BBQ >I can’t remember how I got captured again though, maybe someone hit me with another dart before I even knew they were there >The harder I try and remember things, the more it makes my head hurt >Ah well, maybe my head will clear up eventually >Or maybe it won’t, perhaps for the best, something are best left unremembered >Or maybe it is not going to matter if I remember or not because at some point in the next hour I am going to get sacrificed in a particularly degrading manner, fucked so hard I am reduced to a mindless beast, or tossed into the Warp, or all of the above, in no particular order >Because that seems to be the direction things are heading right now >The (new) sex dungeon I have just woken up in is bigger and more elaborate than the previous one >We are probably deep underground, judging by the rough rock walls >Lots of marble columns everywhere (topped by ultra lewd gold statues) which would be great cover if we somehow escape the marble slabs we are bound to and acquire weapons for another shoot out like we had in the first sex dungeon >Which probably won’t happen since the posh noble who rescued me the first time seems to be bound to a different slab near mine. I can’t see her, but I think I recognize the timbre of her voice in the occasional muffled grunts from nearby. No doubt she is gagged like me. >Even if we do escape, there are plenty of unfriendly sorts in the room as well >Male gimps, female gimps, roided up abhuman gimps, mutant gimps, underdressed (or undressed) harem girls and noblewomen, harem eunuchs, and also a few women with glowing eyes wearing elaborate robes that are more serious than sexy
>>98114152(3/3)>In front of us is a large Chaos altar, where several robed women are handling a large golden lamp >I don’t speak the local language, but sometimes the robed women use High Gothic words, and I pick up phrases like “summon the genie”, “try to sate its lust with the sacrifices”, and “its dangerous, be careful”>Ugh, fuck my life >These idiots are probably going to summon some sort of Greater Daemon they can’t control >And I am tied up at ground zero in my birthday suit
>>98112581>>98112779>>98113625>>98113980>>98113871>Be Me Inquisitor Hengest of the Ordos Kabbalah >Accompanying the Felinids and 1 Commando into the tomb complex>Started at the hanger and now we've got hostiles>At first it was just a few still groggy necron warriors>Now?>A whole lot of green glowing eyes>More warriors but potentially worse for us>Canoptek constructs>I remember those things during my studies with Vortigern>Hard to kill and very good at picking apart their prey>Order 1 Commandon and the Felinids to open fire>Prioritising keeping plasma gunners safe as plasma is a good necrodermis killer>Goal is still set to get to the main power system of the tomb and nuke it>The result should destroy any connections Necrons outside the tomb have>As well as obviously kill every necron here>Is there potentially some things here I'd have liked to recover?>Yes but Necrons are dangerous especially when mobilising >Its the only way to be sure
>>98112814>>98112863>>98113306>>98113643>Be Lord General Alister Beatty of the Montag Helljumpers >Looking over the battle plans>With reinforcements of a Krieg siege regiment we might have the necessary equipment to drive the heretics out>Their defence lines are impressive to say the least>3 trenches, several pill bunkers and gun emplacements from what Scans from orbit indicated>Get on the master vox to the regiments"This is Lord General Alister Beatty, taking the reigns of command for the operation. I want a combined effort of the Krieg and Mordian regiments to deal with the trenches, bring any artillery to bare. Tank divisions will support the infantry having small arms target the enemy whilst larger guns target enemy fortifications.">I take a breath"I want air support to preform gun runs and bombing campaigns to the enemies back line clearing an opening for the Helljumpers and any other paratrooper regiments to deploy into the enemy positions and clear the back line so that the front can keep pushing forward">I ready myself"May the Wrath of the Emperor's finest send these heretics back to the very depths of Hell!">With that said and done, I order the Montags to mount up in the valkyries>Sending all our vultures to assist the Yellow Tails
>>98113867>Be Farseer Isendavar >Finding Spencer was easy>We tend to make certain we can trace our jetbikes>Normally to keep some youths from going on joyrides>But this was rather easy>So I am currently staring down Spencer >And I will start politely >I have a cache>It contents are of great interests to his superiors "I am willing to bargain, you trade my the soulstones, and I will give you this cache of information, which of great interest to your superiors.">And with superiors I mean Roshi>And with contents I mean pornographic Eldar magazines I nicked off my teenage brother>But he doesn't need to know that
>>98114022>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader>And with the abhumans, knights, and a good chunk of my other forces joining up for the grand push>It is time I latch on extra deeply with my tendrils>As we land in Ar'Saudi, I dispatch several men towards the office of the administratum>Why? You'll see soon enough>You see, with four out of five major hives being scrap heaps >And governor Fhad a heretic>It means that Pershah is, at present, without government>And you know what that means, don't you>One short trip to the administratum later and now I own all the copies of the planetary cadastre>Effectivly giving me dibs on who gets to own the promethium deposits>And these nobles are clearly all tainted>So it going to me be>Heartyguffaw.mp4>But that is not the only reason I came here>I must awe the locals into submission>And to do that I shall begin this with a proverbial bombshell>Literally that is, as at present I am burning down Fhad's palace>Mostly to get the local to pay attention>With them flocking to the square I have my honourguard stationed in>With the cadastres secure, it is time to begin>Mount a white horse, bred to perfection.>The Praetorians shall begin>An ancient Bannerman tradition>Called trooping the colour>There are also enough cavalry detachments here to make it look even more glorious>Dismount my horse in front of the assembled crowds, on a podium overlooking my troops>Soon enough they shall beginhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5NrXBYfWEVw>Ah, it makes a heart tear up>To hear that jolly old tune>Finer music than that doesn't exist
>>98114501>Be Major Gareth, 87th Montag Helljumpers >Loaded up into our valkyries under the orders of the Lord General>Hopefully this plan of his goes well>We cannot let the leader escape again>He already did at Hive Ar'Saudi>If he escapes again then we may never get another chance to decapitate this Hydra >Ive checked my weapons over and over again>Fully loaded bolt pistol with some extra magazines>Fully loaded melta gun and inferno pistol with extra canisters of promethium >and a couple grenades >I heard we've got some Kriegers as an additional force multiplier>Haven't heard anything from the marines yet so potentially we've got more men to throw at the enemy>Pray to the God Emperor as our trip to the Heretic fort begins
>>98113980>>98114474>>98113871>>98113625>>98112779>Be Overlord Menthesuphis the Horticulturist>I step through the teleporter>Inform the crypteks that they should prepare the reserve power batteries>Just in case>For I am going to confront someone>Teleport in my lychguard and immortals>To get some heavy firepower>Hmmmm, intruders>Fools! Do you not know who is master of the tomb!?>Order the doors to be closed>Have the hangar door closed as well>Either you fight to the death, or you flee, your choice>But, I am going to offer you one chance>My code of honour demands it>A challenge I shall issue>Your grotesque language I have deciphered >And now I shall use it"I say this only once, GET THE HELL OF MY LAWN!!!!!">It reverberates through the tomb>Surely rattling the bones of those meatbags
>>98114145>>98113867>>98113219>be Lady Marie de Antoi'nette Clouseau Poirot de Nicoletthurrrrrrrrrrrkkkkkkkk>oh ma pauvre tête>i groan as i sit upright only to find im chained in front of a large likely slaanesh altar with that strange woman i met eailer >and more mortifingly im naked>MY DRESS!>THAT WAS CHYNA MOON SILK WORM WOVEN NANOWEAVE YOU IGNORATE HERETICAL INBRED SKANKS>IT WAS WORTH MORE THAN THIS SAND BLASTED OIL SMEAR OF A PLANET TIMES 50,000>and the chaos thing is bad too >i take moment to look around>my digital weapon ring, Bodyglove underarmor, Archeotech Fusion Gun are all missing >the fact they saw fit to take the ring is highly unfortunate and speaks to the fact im sadly not dealing with idiots>i still have the refactor field >nobody ever checks the hair, i make it so elaborate for a reason>the naked woman seems as lost as i am if not more so on how we got caught>i vaguely a series of aventures loufoques after some idiot opened the door to the chain tentacle room>exploding camels, removing a corrupt governor from power (and his balls) after i made him sign over the rights to Hive Ar'Saudi, alot of amasec, a series of jests in admittedly poor taste about Pershah and goats at a comedy club, followed by what i think was an appropriate reaction of me unleashing my digital weapon ring at those booing peasants followed by more amasec>honestly perhaps it might be better to write it all off as chaos hallucinations if only to avoid the tedium of tracking everyone who may have pic data of that night from resurfacing >presuming i live that long>putain de ma vie
>>98115295>>98113625>be Skorpekh Lord Angra Matras>my rage is without equal >as i slaughtered the fleeing mortals >pathetic creatures>weak>fleshy>L̷̘̘̈́̓Ḭ̷̚͘V̴̘̎̀Ì̶̗̻͛N̷̗̿͝G̸̣̗͆͊ ̶̨̼̍͘>i bring my claw through one and its mount>a long distance relative to the equine beasts my Overlord allowed to grace this world before my sin>how sloppy was my purge back then that so much life could persist?>ị̸͋ ̸̫̃w̷̠͊͐i̵͈͚̎l̸̠̔̕l̶̹̥͝ ̴̛͓ẖ̵͇̿͂ǎ̷͈̘v̸̦̗͑̊e̵̟̮͛̈ ̶̰̄t̸̟͂̏o̵̦̎ ̶̫̒b̴̡͔͂̚ë̷̙̟́ ̶̻̾́m̶̖̻͋o̸͔͚͗r̶͇͂e̸̯͂̏ ̴̟̓t̴͇̊͌͜h̵̹̫̕o̴̫̟̒r̵̭̞̋ö̴͙́̈u̵̦͘g̷͔̼͝h̵͎̯̃͝ ̴̉̆>they retreat from their huddled caves as my procession finishes the rest that could not flee>the eldar, of course, fled>i crest a ridge and my mind freezes >life>grant forests, topped with shade offering burrows now protect the begging tufts of grass, mushrooms, and flowers>the merciless sun beaten back for a moment as life returns, in this place at least>to how it was when i first laid my lord to his slumber >i remember if even for a moment life before the biotransference>walking under the hateful glare of our sun with Nebneshet>how amazed i was to see this world before my madness >my lord was able to craft a perfect world for life>one that defied a sun that while not as damaging as our own, was cruel to this planet >i feel for a moment>ḁ̵̰̃͑n̷̝̯͝d̴̗̣͋̇ ̶̖͊͜i̸̹͊ ̶̖̊ḫ̸̭̊̒a̴̳̻͝t̶̻̬́e̶̹̍̈ ̷̟͊ì̵͈͘ṱ̸͌͝>i look away is disgust as i move back into the deadened mountains>there is a large growth of the living approaching one of the remaining bastions, the two cities we transformed with the pylons remain protected by the bulk of awakened forces >i feel my urge to slaughter them all warring with my desire to obey my Overlord>i shall inform him of what the living are attempting after we return
>>98115340>>98114756>>98113867>be Spencer"I am willing to bargain, you trade my the soulstones, and I will give you this cache of information, which of great interest to your superiors.">i go for my bolt pistol on instinct when i hear him behind me>aura farming knife eared dick head>i lower it as i realize im probably surrounded>gods damn it>i look to the box>its clearly just a box filled with eldar porno slates >do eldars still do pornoslates? id have thought after the whole slaanesh thing they be more careful about that>that said its clear he wants to humiliate me some more instead of just killing me for the soul stones >or he really does want to speak to the Sect >i sigh and swallow my pride"im not touching that box, but ill give you the soul stones if you can give me more information on where Priscilla is">i can almost hear the smirk when i mention her>the shit i do for the sect>heres hoping they show up soon>according to the data packet i got they should be bringing someone trained in eldar negotiations and im assuming handling psykers both xenos and human for the new orders they want handled>i read the gist of it>even by their standards its suicidal[warp sensitive contact deployed to Pershah Gulf reports warp flux in Fort Ar'Babil. similar to reports on Chyna Secundus during disappearance of priority target Scion Míngmò. Portal to flagship believed to be in process of activation for evac of Haek. Mission objectives changed from recruitment to delivery of deployed payload through portal to Galmon flagship. Humanitas Dominatus]
>>98113306>>98114145>>98115340>>98115446>Be Sultana Songal, High Priestess of the Harem Coven>The situation on the planet is changing rapidly, and many of my long term plans are now in ruins >Haek’s rash actions have brought all sorts of unwanted attention to this planet >And where is Haek now? His forces have almost all fallen back to a single fortress city, where my sources say he plots to open a portal to escape the planet >Figures >Meanwhile, I have been doing long consultations with the genie named Diane on whether I should accept the offer from Haek or the Sect >Diane believes that Haek’s ruler Galmon is very powerful, and could eventually claim control over this planet even if Haek faces short term defeat >But Diane also says the Sect has a proven track record for being skilled at political manipulation, and may be better suited for assisting in the slow and subtle take over of this world >In the end, I decide to join both sides >I accept Spencer’s offer, and even give him control of some of my Berber tribes >But I also quietly encourage some of strongest followers to “go rogue”>I get my sister Kahini to gather a few of the most pyromaniac of the Berber fire cultists to fight alongside Haek at Fort Ar’Babil >I also send a message to the reckless Princess Jasmine, who leads the Coven cells located in the Palace of Governor F’Had, listing a bunch of things she shouldn’t do, but knowing she will try to do many of them anyways >Jasmine is still very pissed that Marie nearly tortured her father Governor F’Had to death >So when I say things like “don’t launch a revolt with you boy toy Aladdin” and “don’t try to awaken The Genie”, there is a high chance she will try to do the opposite, and cause enough destruction that I can plausibly say I tried to follow Haek’s instructions, but also give me the ability to just pin things on Jasmine if the Sect gives me a hard time
>>98115675>This way, whether the Sect or Galmon comes out on top, we have a chance of continuing our feminist revolution >And that is all that matters in the end
>>98112779>>98113871>>98114474>>98115295>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">be inside of the hangar at the Necron Tomb complex...>Throne is this place big!>absolutely cavernous at that>and dark... very frakking dark>even my superior Felinid eyesight is having trouble seeing through the inky black darkness>I look to Tam, to check up on her...>her nose bleed has not stopped...>I reckon it is being cause by xeno tech fuckery>make a mental note to have nurse Felis check her out IF we make it out of here alive>and that is a really big "IF">then I notice something...>glowing green lights?>what are those?>I then hear the Inquisitor order us to open fire!>he does not need to tell me twice>I open up with my Recon Las-Rifle>we fell them easy enough>a "dead" one lands pretty close to me...>it looks like a... metal beetle...>weird...>looks harmless... but I know than to think that...>knowing xenos, these things could probably tear us apart alive>then ALL of the hangar doors slam shut!"I say this only once, GET THE HELL OF MY LAWN!!!!!">uhhh...>I look to the Inquisitor for orders
>>98114756>>98115446>Be Farseer Isendavar>He looks at me more baffled than angry>"im not touching that box, but ill give you the soul stones if you can give me more information on where Priscilla is""You will take the box, or I am afraid I going to have to go over your head in this matter.">Its just porn, and not even the wild stuff kabals in Cammorragh publishes>As to your Priscilla question>The visions and portents have given me some clues"Priscilla is still in Ar'Saud, I believe you might get her back if you ask the cult you contacted nicely, though they'll probably insist on sacrificing either her or that Merchant Princess they got, they're in the underhive, but not too deep. Who knows, perhaps they might sacrifice them behind your back.">And just to make certain that he takes the box, I pull out a photograph from my robes>You know, I actually like you>You take everything I say at face value>Normally humans just try to discern wether its a triple plot when one is but asking for directions to the webway?>But, for an Alpha Legionnaire your not terribly curious>Are you sure your not Raven Guard?>Would fit you much better>I show him the photograph>I can hear his jaw drop in his helmet>Good thing I am wearing mine>Or else he would have seen my shit-eating grin"Yeah what? He wasn't born bald, I have known him since he was but an interrogator for one inquisitor or the other, but that was several centuries back. He has changed much, but once a pervert always a pervert.">Then I feel it, the shift in the weave, heralding a shift in fate>Oh, so we're entering *THAT* future"Fork over those soulstones if you please, I'll be out in the desert, digging a hole into the tunnel Haek made, do make a detour to pick up Priscilla, then you'll most likely meet me there."
>>98114474>>98115295>>98115823>Be Inquisitor Hengest >Seems like the party is about to begin>Hanger and other doors are getting shut as emerging is what I can assume is the overlord >One who even without facial features, I can tell he is seething with rage>Further explained by his use of gothic to tell us to get off his lawn>Well then, time to break out a classic>Some Necron words I learnt during my studies under Vortigern>Used mostly to disorientate and make necrons sloppy"Come and try us you miserable piles of Khet!">I then turn to my men"Felinids push forward with the Centaurs! 1 Commando and Eldar forces provide covering fire to the Felinids!">I join with the Felinids "Lieutenant with me. I have a schematic of the tomb complex.">We're on the clock now>Act quickly and strike hard >The only way you can deal with a necron tomb as shown by the Blood Ravens on Kronus>Even then, reports indicate a Necron presence still lingers there>Focus Hengest>We've got two nuclear warheads to deliver>That should solve the problem
>>98116059>>98115446>be Spencer"You will take the box, or I am afraid I going to have to go over your head in this matter.">if you asked me when i was kidnapped off whatever world as a kid for induction into a chaos space marine legion what id be doing with my life being told at gunpoint (or psyker point) to take a box of pornoslates would have been so far down the list the iron warriors would have ran into it digging their trenches "fucking fine" "Priscilla is still in Ar'Saud, I believe you might get her back if you ask the cult you contacted nicely, though they'll probably insist on sacrificing either her or that Merchant Princess they got, they're in the underhive, but not too deep. Who knows, perhaps they might sacrifice them behind your back.">well good to know the Harem Coven was full of shit with their offers to join the Sect>or maybe their hedging their bets. they seemed smarter than the other cults on the world so id wager on that>then he shows me something that makes all this bullshit make even less sense >its him and a younger inquisitor Roshi"Yeah what? He wasn't born bald, I have known him since he was but an interrogator for one inquisitor or the other, but that was several centuries back. He has changed much, but once a pervert always a pervert.">then why?>but how?"Fork over those soulstones if you please, I'll be out in the desert, digging a hole into the tunnel Haek made, do make a detour to pick up Priscilla, then you'll most likely meet me there.">i just hang my head and hand over the soul stones, the less i have to deal with him the better really>as he takes them to go deal with whatever kekku master plan he has next i tap my link to the Sect's contacts[asset captured by enemy forces, preparing retrieval before mission start]>i look to the box of eldar pornography>sigh[eldar peace offering received to agent's care and will be transferred with agent for safekeeping]
>>98115675>>98115340>>98114145>be Canoness Preceptor Joan Delarc of the Order of the Armored Heart >our full force deploys to "resecure" Hive Ar'Saudi>the Rogue Trader Marie de Antoi'nette Clouseau Poirot de Nicolett is missing and as we swore oaths to the House Nicolett we are tasked with finding her>ive spoken only occasionally to the woman>she was not of the sort to partake in our martial rites nor were we the sort to partake of her high born noble lifestyle unless ordered>she was more the sort who enjoyed the idea of having a sister of battle regiment than knowing how to utilize it>that said i never doubted her piety nor her devotion to The God Emperor of Mankind>she spent a great deal of the funds at her house's disposal to restore a shrine world Notre Damus as proof of that >though to my shame im rather upset that my sisterhood will not be partaking of the assault on the remaining heretic stronghold >we arrive at the ruins of hive Ar'Saudi and disembark>blades and carapace armor at the ready as we press in>offically we are to secure any relics of the God Emperor with the Francs-Tireurs>they remind me of highly trained mordians the way they push out, power weapons and las flintlocks at the ready as we all push into the city as a whole>every trace of Lady's Nicolett passage will be studied as we stiff out the roots of heresy>even now a few of the more afflicted citizens by the remains of the blood god's maddness attack and are put down like rapid dogs>i shall pray for their souls weakness as we step into the ruins of the high nobilities party, upturned tables, floors and cloth coverings soaked in wine spilled or tossed during rapid escapes>i keep my power spear at the ready>it is far too quiet for an upper spire banquet hall
>>98114816>Be Colonel McArthain>So whiles Lord Bannerman's havin' a parade in his honour, we're oot daein' his dirty wark for him>Aye, we arenae meant tae ken fine onybody>But Operation Stagecoach is a' set and ready>Lawrence's fund some bedouin princeling fit for oor business>So we're oot in the administratum>Wi' a gun in wan hand and a bag o' gowd in the ither>We've managed tae 'convince' the big-wigs tae 'relocate'>Tae the safety o' Lord Ponsonby-Bannerman's new country estate>A' the important papers and records are laded up as weel>Sae we can backdate a certain body's time in office>But I can hae a guid time for noo, the Drookians are startin' their revue>Glorious lads, the finest Clan McArthain can gie>Hard, honest an' braw Drookians, tae a man>An ma favourite tune comes on as weelhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjr1EiqMCM4>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader>I do love a good parade>The faces of these plebs as they saw glorious redcoats march up and down the square>The Drookians as well>For a desert world, the local pale nobles remind me too much of Sevenboroughs>A queer place that is, makes me sick to think about>It's not part of my protectorate, in spite of the fact I recruit some knights from there>But that place gives me the creeps>A weird tilt, that makes it nights longer and days shorter>Mountainous, rural, and very heavily forested>Like the opposite of this world>A friend of mine is investigating it>And I hope they're able to shed some light on it>But in more important news>The important documents are mine>And General Connerius has also finished securing the Ar'Saudi fields>Which means I now control most of the intact promethium fields>Jolly Good>Time for me to leave this cesspit>With most of the populace dead this hive no longer serves a purpose>Once it is formally annexed I shall demolish it >Wealth has tainted these inbreds >I shall impoverish them for their own well-being
>>98116060>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">be inside of this hanger at the Necron tomb>the Inquisitor calls that voice telling us to "get off his lawn" a pile of "Khet">not sure what "Khet" is but I assume it is sorta like Grox-shit>the Inquisitor finally gives us orders"Felinids push forward with the Centaurs! 1 Commando and Eldar forces provide covering fire to the Felinids!">the Inquisitor rejoins me in the centaur"Lieutenant with me. I have a schematic of the tomb complex.">I nod at that"Yes sir! lets torch this Emperor forsaken pit!">we move our convoy deeper into the Necron Tomb...>as we progress out of the hangar resistance get stiffer>we start to encounter necron warriors again...>Sgt. McPurr starts blasting away with the Heavy Stubber again...>meanwhile a necron gauss beam slams into the side of my centaur,,,>we are fine, but my door just disintegrates>grab my Recon Las-rifle and mag dump the offending necron warrior>sure i goes down after I empty half of the charge pack, but...>I dump the other half of the charge pack to make sure it stays down >better safe than sorry with these xenos>I look back to Tiny Tam...>she is in the back, curled up in a ball, clenching her head...>no doubt that something about this place is hurting her...>maybe it is because she is a psyker?>I don't know, i'm no expert on xeno tech...
>>98116721>>98112779>be Tiny TamƠ̶̗̝͙̪̆͜W̶̢̘̣̮͒̔̀̓̓͜ͅO̴̮͙̙̾̈́ͅẂ̵̬̪͕͇̮͂͘O̶̫̞͔̺͝W̵̧̱̹͎̘̭͌͒̏Ö̴̖́W̴̡̤̹̜͐͐̀O̵͉̭̼̫̰͆̋̋̔W̸͈͍̘̌̍̓͌̚Ö̸̧͇̠̬̘̯́͌́̚͝͝Ẅ̷̛̝͎́O̶̤͑W̸̯̙̗͉̑̓̄̿͝O̶̢̗̖͕̖͑͋̽̇̒̍ͅẀ̴̫͔̺̱̌͋̔Ǫ̶̢͚̞̑̀W̷̹̪̚>this place is making my head hurt worse than the voices ever did >i breathe in and out as my head slowly stops ringing as the Winter Guard start opening fire on approaching Necrons >i need to get a grip>i lean on Lil Tom for support as we move to the Centaurs as we start moving ammo>if i look too ill the inquistor might notice something is off with me>i mean besides the fact my uniform is soaked with blood now>at least not all of it is mine>some belonged to that guy the phasing necrons killed not long ago >i decide to post up near McPurr and just help keep her Stubber loaded>Lil Tom runs back to make sure he sticks near Lt Tom in case they need a runner down the line as we push deeper into the tunnel work>reports on the vox say that imperial forces are begining the siege of Fort Ar'Babil>so no chance at us getting back up as we attack a fully awakened necron tomb >we arnt even a full company we were A RECON UNIT>God Emperor's fluffy tail why is everything our job >i take my bandana off and run my glove along my bloody face>it seems most of it is clotted now but i look like a feral im sure>ugh>at least the eldar isnt screaming in my head anymore
>>98115295>>98115389>>98115823>>98116060>>98116721>Be Overlord Menthesuphis the Horticulturist>I walk towards them, my staff of light in hand>"Come and try us you miserable piles of Khet!">....>Did, did he just call me a pile of Khet?!>Hrrrgnh, bait>And I hate fishing>I try to trace the sound to its origin>Some important human>Getting into a vehicle>While my warriors are fighting these humans, and the eldar>Are they slaves of the Eldar?>But I don't like where this is going>Order a shutdown of the lifts, and a general lockdown>Begin teleporting more troops>Then I get the message>Just as I gut some Eldar through the stomach, while trampling on a human"Sire, we have detected traces of radioactivity from the enemy vehicles.">Does that mean.....>ARE YOU HUMANS THAT FUCKING INSANE?!>Right, that's it, I shall have the Crypteks begin the preparations for the exodus protocol>Shit, I need to teleport over before they detonate it>Ask my chronomancers to come as well>Hopefully we can disarm their nuclear devices before detonation>But first, I must distract them as well>Our scarabs have been inside their global communications system for a while now>And they never once bothered turning them off>So I will hijack their receivers for a while>So they can listen to Necrontyr profanties in all their glory
>>98116060>>98116721>>98116964>>98117019>Be Inquisitor Hengest>1 Commando and the Eldar give us that covering fire we needed>Plasma guns, grenade launchers and various Eldar ranged weapons covering the convoy>A gauss beam hits the side of our centaur allowing for the lieutenant to use it as a new gun hole>I fire my plasma pistol when applicable as I give the driver directions to the tombs main power relay>We'll rig up one bomb there and then another at auxiliary power relay>I briefly catch a glance at the felinid I suspect is a psyker>Face is caked in dry blood originating from her nose>That is concerning>Bolsters my suspicions about her being a psyker>Untrained psykers can cause havoc amongst their regiments>Though should we get through this I'll give the Lieutenant a deal>One that wont involve a meeting with the Silent Sisters and the Black Ships >Might mean shes away from the regiment for a bit whilst I tutor her>Or well the psyker on board The Red Knight will tutor her>A magical mystic named Morgan Le Fae, originally a Krieg Psyker that Vortigern took under his wing>Shes been with me for a while>Though I need to focus back on the task at hand>Especially seeing as I need to use my plasma pistol to blow into doors>Weaken them so the Centaurs can plow through >Seeing as I'm certain the Overlord might start putting the place in a full lock down >Especially seeing as hes probably just broken out of the momentary stun lock of being called the equivalent of a piece of shit
>>98114816>>98114952>>98113219>>98112863>>98113306>be Krieg Colonel #1946-88-19>we start marching as artillery provided by one of the Rogue Trader's forces begins hammering the enemy trench lines as we march forward laying down enemy fire>still the enemies clearly are well fortified as every cultist, traitor guardsman, daemon with enough strength to not be banished when the ritual failed and the remains of the pershah guardsmen who rebelled against the Imperium are all pressed into the heavy defended trench lines and on the walls of the fortress>this will be a slaughter>the specialty of Krieg >we march until las range and have three rows open fire before charging forward in an attempt to take trench 1>Calvary units are deployed as well as their genetic enhancements allow them to dig into the sand better than even the equine species native to Pershah Gulf >i personally lead the calvary charge>not the safest approach but we need to understand what lies in these trench lines and establish a beach head against the enemy before the other troops can engage in full force and commit to multi front assaults >several waves of las fire bathe the front lines in gore and death yet we march on silent and focused>this is no Vraks>not even close>is this truly all the strength the traitors can muster against us?>the fortress will fall within a few hours at this rate>we'll barely pass the 500,000 estimated causalities as well
>>98114145>>98115340>>981156751 of 3>Be Princess Jasmine, Secret Ruler of Hive Ar’Saudi >Fuck Songal and fuck her “brave new world” of enlightened feminist rule >This is about revenge now >It took several hours for the chiurgeons to extract daddy’s balls from his stomach and reattach them in his scrotum >The head chiurgeon says he won’t be able to cum in me for weeks >Luckily we managed to destroy the data-slate with the document stating that daddy transferred power over Ar’Saudi to that bitch Marie, but who knows who else that document was transferred to >Somehow Priscilla rampage throughout the palace and the hive for over an hour before getting caught, despite being hit with multiple envenomed darts each >Priscilla eventually succumbed to Lover’s Kiss and we captured her ;P:P;):D:D:D;D:O in the ;D:D:D:D:O:O with a censored for the good of humanity>Marie turned up a short time later at an illegal bar that we run where she got hammered, bragged about now being ruler of the planet on a stage, removed her clothes, claimed local men would rather fuck goats than her, said she would outlaw bestiality once she is Governor, started a riot, somehow convinced everyone she was someone else by putting on a hat, and then led the angry mob to burn down two local police stations to prevent all the anti-beastiality laws she made up from being enforced. We finally tracked her down in an alley fighting a raccoon-monkey over a pile of rotting bananas >It was a strange night even by my standards >....>I lost my train of thought >Right>So now it is time to go on the offensive! >Honor demands it!>No one harms my slave-daddy and tries to claim the hive I rule by proxy without consequences! >Fuck the Imperium and fuck House Nicolett!
>>981171322 of 3>My followers make it known that Marie has personally attacked the Hive Governor and tried to torture him into handing over his holdings to her. Within hours there are reports of loyalists to my daddy, and good old fashion xenophobic mobs, launching vigilante attacks against House Nicolett assets across the planet >I also get Aladdin and his fellow poors to start their campaign against certain noble clans that have long been rivals of our clan >But I also need a wildcard, something that can wreck havoc on the Imperials without being easily traced back to us >Songal’s cautionary rant reminds me of the existence of The Lamp, an ancient artifact that has long been in the possession of our clan >According to the stories, a Genie of great power lives within The Lamp, who has the power to grant three wishes, but who is also said to be sadistic and mercurial >Well fuck it, now seems like as good a time as ever to take some chances >I gather my most loyal followers, and the now captive Marie and Priscilla, and bring them to The Chamber of the Genie, a hidden chamber deep below the Hive >We stroke The Lamp six times in each of the six required patterns, and summon the Genie! >The whole room is lit with blue light as a well endowed monstrous figure made of glowing blue energy emerges from The Lamp and demands to know why it has been summoned >When I say I summoned it to smite my enemies and increase my power, it launches into a two minute musical sequence about rape and domination that is somehow light hearted and comical, creating copies of itself to play the supporting musical instruments, make crude jokes, and generally intimidate and confuse everyone in the room >What the actual fuck?!?>The legends didn’t say anything about this >And then The Genie offers me three wishes >The legends got that part right at least
>>981171593 of 3>So I wish for immortality, unlimited power, and for the Genie to join us in our campaign against the Imperials, the Galmonites, and fake friends like Songal, in order to rule the entire planet >I get rewarded with another musical sequence about the perils of getting what you wished for, and also how the Genie is super horny after being trapped in The Lamp for several millennia >Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea...>The Genie says he will grant my wishes, but that in order to meet the first two, he will turn me into his personal immortal sock puppet, or maybe it was cock puppet, either one sounds bad, for the rest of eternity >He then plans to conquer the planet, but rule it himself in my name >Well fuck...>Another musical sequence starts, this one again about rape and domination, but a lot darker than the first song >The room breaks out into a wild orgy as the copies of The Genie start banging almost everyone in the room while transforming them into lesser genies, other monsters from Pershah mythology, or extra-gimpy sex slaves >I feel something really big pressing against my ass, and realize he did mean “cock puppet” after all >The last thing I see is Priscilla and Marie escaping “FFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-”>I blackout massiveinsertionandhorrifictransformation.exe >I awaken transformed
>>98116059>>98116308>>98117096>Be Farseer Isendavar>That photo was honestly taken to close to the camera>I have blue eyes, not yellow ones>But whatever, primitive Mon-Keigh technology >Spencer hands me the soulstones>In exchange for the pornography>It is technically Irilriel's stash of porn>But he is on a school trip to an exodite world>And won't be back for another 328 years>And ma and pa were easy to convince>That little shit will probably be made to join a path soon>Hopefully>Spencer just looks at me like I sucked away what happiness still remained in him>Well, best of luck to you, and try to cheer up>Trust me, this universe isn't kind to those who take it too seriously>I should now>.....>I keep doing this>But I suppose it is a coping mechanism>Modern Eldar history is just depressive>And I would rather not interact with it at all>But I suppose laughing and yoking is the best an Eldar can do when faced with oblivion>Still, I best enjoy my time here>With moderation>Before I become a fucking crystal>So I focus on the task at hand>I have had the rest of the warhost moved down from the mountains>To help with killing Haek>Mostly in the form of air support, for I have a plan>I put my hand in the sand, where Haek once burrowed through with his machine-mole>Time for some telekinesis>I begin lifting up the sand, deeper and deeper, throwing away stones and other obstacles>The tunnel itself is mostly intact>Which means Operation Reach-Around can receive the all-clear
>>98114952>>98117096>Be Lord General Alister Beatty >Reports coming in>Kriegers and Mordians have already started the first assaults>Artillery bombardments were successful and now Krieg Death Riders and infantry are pushing forward >Awaiting for the Tank divisions to press their assault>Vultures so far have had some success in gun runs>Still yet to recieve updates on those but for now we are almost ready>Valkyries getting closer to the fortress>Soon we'll start deploying our Helljumpers as well as the Inquistors 3 Commando squad >This should be a boozy>My only regret is apparently shits going down at Ar'Saudi again>Bah no matter>I'll burn that entire city to the ground if it doesnt behave itself>I mean even if it does sort itself out I'm still calling for purges>Can't let any more cults go back into hiding, itd be best to drag them out and burn them>They and any seditious material will all burn together>They wish for Hell?>Then we'll give them a taste before sending them there
>be Third Company Commander Axum>of the Covenant of Fire>we temporarily pulled back to our battle barge to look over what we know after the situation in Hive Ar'Babil was resolved >within the Void Shield Generator we found a symbol >the dragon of Vulkan >the revelation that the Primach had been on this world was startling enough but revelations that local myths of the blacksmith "Ka'Veh" were of the Primarch as well>a giant who arrived to free the people from a serpent king>who wielded a hammer and bore a standard of the Emir'Allah>moreso the myths of the great forge of Ka'Veh in the mountains are what drew our attentions>with the gulf no longer tainted by the blood god's icor we are free to focus our efforts to uncovering the great forge>i prepare to order a full deployment into the mountains when alerts begin to blare along the command bridge "Forgemaster Ta'Shawn Report!">he emotionlessly turns to stare at me as he unplugs his mechadendrites>it feels far too cold for my liking>God Emperor forgive his new path"reports of warp activity in Hive Ar'Saudi">i feel the rage of Company Champion Ez'ana before he speaks"we cannot leave the civilians of that hive city AGAIN!">the devestation left behind because of my choice to not deploy our troops in support weighs heavy on his noble soul as Ta'Shawn responds"reports are that the inquistor on world has plans to detonate nuclear devices within the tomb, possibly costing the search for the Forge of Vulkan. We cannot lose this oppertunity to uncover lost knowledge">it is true that our flame uncovers that which is lost, we must offer support and attempt to search for the lost Primarchs works>i say nothing for a moment as i process all this as both my officers argue>accusations of callousness, of forsaking our duty, dishonoring the name of Vulkan are met with cold emotionlessly logic and reminders of duty>i can feel the hand of Kaleb on my shoulder as i tensetrust in your brothers...as they trust in you
>>98117426>so much failure and death of brothers seems to fall away >either way costs lives and the chapter's resupply efforts>but death is the fate of all marines of this world>the image of the young psyker boy, Oliver flash in my mind>the young Felinid and the Lieutenant i met on Chyna Secundus>how many innocents are down there on the planet right now>i look over the data"we will deploy to the mountains and begin the search for Vulkans Forge.">Ez'ana turns on me eyes full of fire before i hold up my hand"BUT! i cannot abandon the citizens of the hive city a second time, i will offer you a single unit of brothers to aid your noble goals Ez'ana. No more, no less.">his shoulders relax a bit as he nods and grasps his storm shield a little higher as he moves to the deployment area>even a few marines can make a difference in any battlefield>but i will not abandon the search for knowledge either>i look to the spear in my hand, Forge Fire>it served me well>i think to the Fire of Knowledge, Thunder Hammer>i did not feel worthy of repairing the great weapon>but the forge of Vulkan>that would redeem my doubts"Ta'Shawn prepare all remaining battle brothers to deploy to the Durka Durka Mountains against the Necron forces>today the xenos and the daemon will be reminded of the wrath of Vulkan>it does not matter how depleated the company is>we would defend this world even if it were a single marine who bore the geneseed of Vulkan>there is no more room for doubt>I AM AXUM'KALEB AND THIS WORLD IS UNDER MY PROTECTION!
>>98116308>>98116059>>98115675>be Lord Inqusitor Master Roshi Oda Toriko Akirama of the Ordos Xenos>im back bitches>the Sect was less than thrilled with my debriefing but i explained that Chyna Secundus becoming more than a hellish rad soaked world would ultimately do more good than harm >plus with the whole nuked titan thing we are in a good spot to let the mechanicus stay out of our way for awhile while the handle recovering the destruction of one of their fancy walkers>that said im surprised they're sending me back to check on Spence and Boobs so early>guess they really screwed the pooch>ah well they're both new to this whole secret chaos conspiracy thing>as we come into orbit it becomes clear we missed one hell of a party>there is plant growth around two hives with what appears to be necron pylons near them>thats new>also it appears the Covenant of Fire is deploying>based on what i know about Boobs she's probably at the eye of that coming warp storm>i look to the chaos sorcerer the Sect sent to help out around here>a big moody son of a bitch who keeps his mask on>i dont think he's Alpha Leigon like most of the Sect but you never know>keeps muttering about some prick named Huron>not my business"so what are we looking at down there?">he grunts dismissively"something loud and annoying, its...singing about "friends like me"">hmmmm>singing usually means slaanesh but friends is nurgle>but the swirling magic looks pretty Tzeentchian>chaos is crossing streams way too often these days>like that tzeentch slaanesh program i remember hearing about>mmmm sexy liberianshehehe>a cough from the big man reminds me to refocus>right right>okay lets do a quick check list>Red Hunter disguises? Check>big fuck off virus bomb we need to get aboard Lord Galmon's ship? Check >Spence's confirmation vox?>hmmm >HA>good ol Isendavar>no wonder he was running circles around Spence>wonder if he brought any of those Banshees with himhehehe
>>98117565>big man coughs again >tsk"what?""there is another inquisitor on world""and?""and you're not concerned?""he's busy with the necrons and already made a deal with the eldar based on the warp portents and other readings, clearly not one of those stuffy types" "still.""ugh fine.">i get up and crack my joints>the Sect wants a quick in and out?>guess this old man isnt able to retire just yet>i trust Spence to rescue Boobs and "pardon my french" with all the various imperial factions meeting up in Hive Ar'Saudi>so we should focus on delivering Lord Galmon a consolation prize for losing control of this world, right?>if i know Isendavar he's got a plan already in motion>might as well see if we can't lend him a hand right?
>>98117096>>98117294>be Sgt. Johnson of the Amerigo 5th Armored>be in command of the Leman Russ Vanquiser "Carnivore">our regiment has joined the assault on the fortress of Ar'Babil...>I can see it now through the early morning gloom>and by the Emperor's titanic balls is it a big one>yeah... we gonna loose some men taking this >as we join the push, I can see that the Kriegers and Mordians are already making their initial assaults>also some on is bombarding their lines with artillery as well...>then... as we get into range... ALL HELL BRAKES LOOSE!>concealed enemy gun emplacements open fire>gunning down swaths of Imperial Guard troops>worse yet...>the enemy has artillery...>it starts raining mortar shells all around>I slam my hatch shut to avoid getting taken out by shrapnel or a stray bolter round>looking through my commander sight, I see a Gorgon transport get blown to hell by a las-cannon pillbox>I take a moment to find the bastard>there!"GUNNER! HE-I! PILLBOX! 14 degrees right! 1000 meters!>my seasoned gunner swings the turret right and levels the Vanquisher cannon"ON ITS WAY!"*BOOM*>I watch as the glowing hot shell fly into the open firing port and detonate inside the pillbox>now looking through the thermals>I can see thousands of head poking out from the enemy trenches...>this... is going to be a long day...
>>98114145>>98115340>>98115675>>98117132(1/3)>Be Priscilla, Least Fortunate Woman in the Galaxy>The woman who looks like the Governor’s daughter and the robed cultists use the lamp to summon a daemon made of muscle-y blue clouds with a giant cock>Because of fucking course he needs a big cock>And then the musical starts>I am not sure how else to describe it>My life has now reached the level of absurdity that I am in a real life pornographic musical“Prince Genie! Mighty is he! Nali-Ababla”“Lord Genie! Mighty is he when he comes in your ass!”“Mortals are always summoning me”“But they will never be free”“Because he is Prince Genie and he is ever horny!”>The daemon, I guess it is calling itself a genie, summons a bunch of copies of itself to play music or dance with random cultists>One of the smaller duplicate genies makes the chains holding me in place disappear, grabs me, and forces me into a rough dance“Prince Genie, horny is he, for endless power”>Well that doesn’t sound good“Prince Genie, mighty is he, and now he’s your god!”>Also not good“You are all a bunch of filthy rats, and he is the king of the cats!”“So you had better watch yourselves or become his next meal”>Really not good>”Prince Genie” stops singing for a little while to let the musical instruments do their thing>The genie forcing me to dance with him spins me around at extreme speeds for several seconds, and then lets me go causing me to stumble unsteadily to the ground>I manage to get back up, but then bend over in half to vomit>The genie takes the opportunity to slap me in the butt hard enough to send me stumbling several steps forward and headbutt a marble column>Cymbals ring in time for both the slap and the impact with the column>I see stars and blackout>I am awoken by serious sounding orchestra music >The woman who looks like Governor’s daughter, actually I think it is the Governor’s daughter, is making three wishes
>>98118300(2/3)>How the fuck does she not realize that is a bad idea, especially after the rape song?>I try to say something, but there is still a gag in my mouth >I don’t hear what the wishes were, but after she makes all three, a different musical starts >A genie lifts me back to my feet by pulling on my hair, and the sudden motion causes me to vomit, but it mostly comes out my nose because of the ball gag >Fuck my life “You never had a friend like me, you never had a friend like me!”“I will grant your wishes, your wishes three, because you never had a friend like me”“But there is a price to pay, all night and day”>Nope, I am done here >I stumble towards the exit >But due to dizziness and disorientation I end up next to the posh woman’s slab instead >And someone left a power sword next to the slab >This feels like a trap, and I have a vague recollection of her abandoning me at some point after breaking me out of that first sex dungeon, but what the hell?>I activate the power sword and prepare to cut away the chains holding her down >The musical continues, but everyone is ignoring us for now “I have been trapped in that lamp for three million days”“And now all I want is three million lays”>Does that even count as a rhyme?“Can your friends do this?”>The power sword I am wielding turns into a dildo “Can your friends do that?”>A gold chain appears around my neck and a pulls me back into the crowd >I am vaguely aware that the other duplicate genies are doing lewd “magic tricks” to the other occupants of the room at high speeds “Can your friends make this? And shove it up your ass?”>Several cultists are sodomized with various objects in sync with that particular lyric, somehow I am not one of them >I run back to the posh woman’s slab, but she is not there anymore >You know what? Fuck it, I tried >I had enough of this musical hell
>>98118312(3/3)>I flee towards the exit, but something trips me, and I face plant just as the song ends >This time there is some very dramatic instrumental music, and I glance over to the main altar to see the Governor’s daughter talking to the Genie about something >She doesn’t look happy >Then the genies launch into their third song “I can show you a world, slimy, glistening, and sordid”“Tell me princess, now when did you last let you ass decide?”“A whole new world, a hundred thousand things to feel”“Your ass is like an oozing star, you’ve cum so far, and now you can’t go back to what you used to be”>Uh what?>There is a long, gloomy instrumental piece, and people in the room start transforming into horrific monsters as dark energies swirl everywhere >I flee for the door, and this time no one stops me >Outside is a small lobby with an elevator >The posh woman is there frantically pushing the button >The door suddenly opens and we both push our way in >The doors close, and elevator starts slowly moving upwards after I push the button for what I think is the top floor >This is a slow moving elevator >I avoid eye contact with the posh woman, but it is hard to avoid looking at her since every surface on the inside of the elevator has a polished reflective surface like a mirror >Did I even speak to her during our previous escape, I can’t remember now "mmph”>Oh right, the ball gag >I try taking it off, but the latch seems to be tangled in my hair
>>98117132>>98115340>>98114145>>98118300>be Lady Marie de Antoi'nette Clouseau Poirot de Nicolett>as the lower noble bitch begins whatever ritual she had planned i feel someone undoing the golden chains>i look to the left to see that street rat she was humping frantically messing with the keys"you need to get me out of here, i just went along with this because i thought she was a bored rich girl but that crazy bitch Jasmine is NUTS, she fucks her own dad every day, the royal Vizier, the entire royal guard, and even my bit raccoon monkey Rabu!">figures>no loyalty among thieves after all >as i undo my ballgag, bitchess Jasmine begins some sort of ritual >NOPE>NON NON NON NON NON NON>I can barely describe what im seeing as i beat a retreat>its like if the harlequins ran slaaneshi sex plays with Tzeentch magical touch"TRY SOME OF COLUMN A, TRY ALL OF SODOM-B!">a giant pillar of sex toys appear out of nowhere before shooting up into the street rat stretching him like a flesh tarp"IM IN THE MOOD TO RAPE YOU DUDE, YOU AINT EVER HAD A FRIEND LIKE ME!">I thank the God Emperor not involved in his music number as i find the elevator and just start slamming the button>hurry hurry hurry hurry hurry>someone lubed up and naked run up next to me and i almost reel back and punch her in a panic before i realize its the same poor soul i started this whole nightmare with>the door opens and we both pile in as the polished mirrors shut as strange music that i can describe as the Mordian Civil March song remade in erotic moans as i take a moment to fix my hair>Empereur Dieu, j'ai l'air d'une merde>i do what i can as i take a moment to appreciate myself>still got it, though.1/3
>>98118473"mmph”>i look at my companion>oh right the ball gag>honestly she seems rather put together having witnessed>all that>honestly the only reason i am is, im using the emotional vaults i had installed to lock all the horrors of the warp away until i can get into a bath and some proper wine>maybe even a bath FULL of wine "we need weapons, reinforcements, and amasec. Im out of ideas on how to get any of them. Please for the love of the Empereur Dieu, tell me your an inquisitor or something so someone is coming to find us." >the house will send someone im sure but this is a full daemonic incursion and im naked with nothing but a refractor shield in my hair poof>and of course as is always the case with Scintilla, there are plenty of Nobles who would use my disappearance to their advantage if they found out about it. Hells some might even be within the House Nicolett.>to make a long story short, my bloodline connection is...>not the thickest out of the Rogue Trader house>but i earned my place damn it!>and im not anything take that from me, being at ground zero for a daemonic invasion or non>apparently only the front three sides of the elevator was mirror surfaces and the others were part of the top floor>for a incestous heretic, the former fat governor had good taste >although as i look out the back glass of the elevator it appears we're descending into a hive in total rebellion with posters of my face X'd out on them>focking peasants>without Nobles who would you work for>somehow that Bitchess Jasmine is responsible for this>i dont know how>but i mean i seriously doubt they're actually complaining after their last leader let them get ravaged by khorne daemons>oh well>...
>>98118484>...>man this Elevator is taking awhile>suddenly the elevator screeches in protest as we booth look up>the humans who didn't get turned into "jinn daemons" are now what i can best describe as "interwoven living flying carpets">screaming as velvet faces stretch and fly down trying to break into the reinforced glass of the elevator as we start hitting the lobby button faster and faster>the chaos outside finally seems to catch up with the peasants as the sounds of a hive city going from protest to terror is a nice siren like background sound for our impending doom>it almost covers the sound of breaking metal as a very angry marine starts tearing open the doors of whatever floor we're on"duck">he puts several bolts into the carpet people as i choose not to look a gift Cybercanid in its flame nozzle and both I and my naked companion duck inside as he pulls the golden doors shut as the elevator cracks and falls as i look up at our savior>i knew i was important but not that important>to think the Covenant of Fire would save MOI personally!>i go to thank him until i realize he's pointedly ignoring me and focused on the other naked woman>oh...>i swear i can almost hear bannerman's old croaking laugh in the distance somehow...3/3
>>98114501>>98117294>be Imperial Navy ace pilot Aquila-13, leader of Aquila Squadron the "Yellow Tails">be enroute to assist Imperial forces assaulting Fort Ar'Babil...>we are primarily escorting a flight of Avengers and Vulture attack aircraft>our own loadout is more mixed...>Aquila Squadron has been instructed to carry two Skystike and two Hellstrike missiles...>the logic being that we would be able to counter any fighters we encounter>I doubt that, given that have not encountered any so far>but it pays to come prepared >my instructor back on Erusea-IV drilled that into my head well...>either way, the flight to Fort Ar'Babil is uneventful>no sign of any enemy aircraft as of yet...>as we arrive over the battlefield... the air is quickly filled with flak...>well feth... the air defenses are certainly heavier than intel suggested...>time to get to work then...>I switch to the squadron vox-net"Aquila Squadron! Commence suppression of enemy air defenses! Bring the sky crashing down upon their heads!">I turn on my Thunderbolt's targeting cogitator and select one of the Hellstrike missiles>I lock onto one of the Hydra Flak platforms with the auspex and fire>the missile streaks down to the desert bellow... and slams into the Hydra Flak batterie >it burns brightly in the early morning glow../>one down... over a dozen more to go...
>>98117426>>98117087>>98117019>be Skorpekh Lord Angra Matras>as we approach the Tomb Enterances within the mountain several detonations are read as orbital strikes pierce the mountainside and dig into the tomb>alerts of the living's champions. Bio enhanced warriors tasked with the most brutal of battlefronts >the defile the sanctuary courts! >my destroyers charge into their lines as we bring death to the unprepared>sudden alert glyphs arrive as my Overlord issues commands to the entire court>reports that my lord might attempt to leave this world>no..>h-he wouldnt...>h̵e̶ ̸w̸o̵u̵l̶d̷n̶t̸ ̶j̸u̶s̸t̷ ̶l̵e̸a̶v̵e̵>Ḩ̶̻̒͐Ȩ̷̱̜͖̎͝ ̵̺̯̳̂C̴͍͌̓A̵͍͔̯̹͌͝͠͝Ṋ̴͇͕͇̎̇'̵̧̭͍̀͋͋T̷͕̎͠ ̴͈̟̈́̀̔̾L̵͍̐̊͛͒E̴͚͙͔̪̿̉̚A̵̼̩̽V̴̩͙̬̞͑Ȇ̵̖̣̩ ̶̠̬́Ȁ̶̝͈̹̎̋F̶̹̯͒T̵̺̼͊̓̄E̵̡͚͐̏R̴͖̪͍̩̀̾ ̸̰̖̮̾́͘W̵̤̘̼̄̿̔͠H̸̡̖̗̎ͅA̶̞͋̈́̍T̷̬̤̬͆̄͊́ ̶̗̫̩̒̄͆A̷̞̣̠̻̾̔L̷̨͓͕͗́L̷̠̂̑̽ ̴͇͉͒̈́̚̕I̸'V̵̜̬̓̿̐E̸͒͊̚ͅ ̶̬̣́̌S̸̗̼͉͛͘Ǘ̴̠͂́̕F̶͕̗̬̳͆F̶̤̼̈͜͠Ẹ̷̟̩̀͘͠R̴̪͈̐͗̓Ē̶͍̖̈́̑D̶̦̩̠̔ͅ ̷̼̾̈́F̴̪̿͐͐̍Ǒ̴̞͖̞͈Ř̶̨͈͖͚ ̷̙̻̟̹̓̒H̸̫̔̈͝͠I̸̖͚̻͓͐͝S̶̭̬͙͑̀ ̶̡̳̪̐̑Ẉ̷̢̩̽́̃̋O̸̩͕̼͒͐̈́R̷̨͎̼͑͊̐͊L̴̘̠̙̟͒͐D̴R̶̤̟͙̣͓͋͗̒̈̐̂A̴̡͖͓̞͈͗͋̍A̵̢̢̺̖̒͆A̸͍̤̞̻̘̟̘͈̽̒͂́̒̌͘A̶͔̠̗̰̩̪̫̜̭̤̕͝R̶͔͍̺̔̋̓̐̀́̉̊͠A̵͚̟̰̬͍͇̫͈͐̏̋̂͑̍G̴̰̬̼͑̄͆̄̑̇̋̕G̷̢̟̳̀H̷̦͓́͐̄͑̓̑̐͜͝H̶͍̎͊̇̊̒͑͐̈́̀͝Ḧ̶̡̨̟̳͈̻͖͚̥̭́̏̓͊̏̾̈́͘H̷̖̳̣͍͋͒̆͋̓̒̚͠͝H̴̢̛̦̯͇̩͙H̶̢̱̝̜̤́͐͠͝H̴̀>i see>then if that is my lord's will>what else is there to do>but kill them all>kill them all >kill them allĶ̷̨̆͠I̵̤̓͒L̷̜͋́L̷̯͋ ̷̢͌͜T̸͑̈́H̵̖̓ͅÈ̵͈͖M̴̨͓͐͝ ̴̯̺̚Ă̵̮L̴̹̀L
>>98117087>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">be with the Felinid/Inquisitorial/Eldar strike team inside the necron tomb complex>I really don't like how the Inquisitor is looking at Tiny Tam>I'm starting to suspect that he knows that my daughter is a psyker...>shit...>his gonna taker to Black Ships ain't he?>Emperor damn it all! >why does my kid have to a psyker?!>my thoughts get interrupted by a scream>well... less of scream and more death groan really...>look behind me to see one of the Stormtroopers disintegrating into green dust...>look further behind us to see a really fancy looking necron perusing our convoy >watch as he spears one of the Eldar xenos...>oof...>I actually feel bad for them for once>looks like are really pissing them off aren't we?>driving out of the corridor we enter a larger chamber...>a really big chamber...>oh damn...>how much bigger can this place get?!>check the Inquisitor's map on the data-slate...>check how much farther we need to go
>>98118300>>98118473(1/2)>Be Priscilla, Least Fortunate Woman in the Galaxy >In theory standing in an elevator with mirrored surfaces with another naked woman who has the best body money can buy would be kind of sexy, particularly when the elevator music is orgasm noises >In practice though... >My nose is dripping both blood and vomit from the rough handling I got during the “musical“>I got a black eye from my fist fight with the Governor’s daughter in the disco bedroom that I am only now beginning to remember >Red marks on my shin, neck, and right buttock from the musical, which will turn into bruises soon enough >Perfectly round bruises on my left buttock, right nipple, left lower ribs, left shoulder, and right thigh from those envenomed needle gun darts the cultists are so fond of >Small burn marks on my chest from that explosion in the first sex dungeon >Is that a bite mark? I still can’t remember when that happened >Bruising on wrists and ankles from being repeatedly bound, grabbed, or worse >Covered in weird smelling oil that smells even worse when mixed with the smell of stale sweat, burnt flesh, warp-tainted incense, and certain unwholesome bodily fluids >More than a few strands of red hair stuck to my inner thighs, fur actually, from riding the tiger, riiight >My hair is all over the place, from being repeatedly pulled or caught in roller blade wheels, with loose strains stuck to the moist, oily skin of my face, neck, and back >Somehow the posh woman still looks like she stepped out of the make-up room and onto a porno shoot, not a single bruise or blemish, or even a hair out of place >I finally get the ball gag out and cough out some of the vomit that was trapped in my mouth
>>98118878(2/2)>I think the posh woman just asked me if I work for the Inquisition, and I begin to think of ways to respond to that particularly thorny question, when suddenly the whole elevator lights up and I notice through the window we are now going downwards, towards the angry mob at the base of the hive spire >I thought we were underground? How are we now going downwards to street level? I guess this is one of those fancy elevators that can go in all directions, so we went up, then sideways, and now down >I begin to wonder if I should push random buttons, so we get out of the elevator as many stories up from the angry mob as possible >But everything in the elevator is written in that scribbly local alphabet so I have no idea what the buttons do >And then some freakish living carpets latch onto the elevator and start punching holes in the glass >The posh woman starts mashing the big button at the top of the panel repeatedly, while I start pushing all the buttons I can >The elevator jerks to a stop and something powerful rips open the doors >Is that an actual Covenant of Fire Marine or is that just Spencer again? >The Marine fires several bolts at the creatures trying to break into the elevator as the posh woman and I slip past him into yet another grandiose hallway with nude statues, paintings, and palm trees >The Marine wrenches the doors to the elevator closed and turns to face us >He seems more interested in me than the posh woman >Maybe it is Spencer then, or maybe I just look more heretic-y than the posh woman >I decide to hedge my bets and awkwardly wave and say “hi”
>>98117294>>98118575>>98117736>Be Lord General Alister Beatty >Reports are in>The Yellow Tails have arrived and started to take down air defenses >Will admit I did not take into account the sheer amount of Hydras the enemy might have had>On the Tank side >They've arrived and have started destroying enemy pillboxes>Excellent>Now to deploy behind the enemy>Risky seeing as not all enemy AA guns are down >But we're the Montags>Hop on Montag vox network"Montags stand up and get ready to jump">The valkyries race towards the designated drop zones>That being the fortress redoubts >The Valkyrie ramps open and Major Gareth is the first to jump>Be Major Gareth>Falling down to one of the redoubts on the east side of the enemy fortress>Several layers of thick ferrocrete>We've got the melta bombs for it>Begin to slow my descent as I pull out my bolt pistol>When I land I immediately get up and blast an enemy in the head
>>98118878>>98118473>>98117132>>98116308>be Spencer>im exploring the lower hives since most cults are underground >i can hear mutterings as i descend down set of stairs to a door>suddenly its louder than one of Roshi's "consort infromation gathering parties" on Chyna Secundus>i open it>and im on the third floor of the top of the spire>what the fuck?>i lean back in and double check this isnt the long coming psychotic break from realizing that old pervert not only knew the eldar dicking me around all mission but that he is actually heading the mission coming to back us up>inside>floor -40023>outside>floor 3>its too early for tzeentch shenanigans>and by early i mean any time>ever>i can hear what i can best describe as musical number above me>i guess during whatever is going on someone teleported shit>and at this point im glad im not covered in building cum>i look out a window to see a elevator descending from the top spire as i see two naked women one of which is Priscilla >i can recognize her out of an entire hive city crowd at this point>i start running down the stairs trying doors>thank the Emperor for Astarties enhancements as i open door after door each floor i go down>one goes to floor 300>one goes to floor 3 again>one goes to itself>one goes to some dark dingy space hulk looking bridge with a giant shark tank and the angriest looking giant space marine ive ever seen>one just looks pretty normal until i checked which floor it was "Occurance Border floor 42, Do not touch this valve it controls the plasma and water filtration systems" >slam>eventually i just go back to floor three and go from the outside >i make it from floor 3 to floor 50 faster than the elevator>i have to time this right>not that i dont think i can catch them i just dont want to open the door and suddenly teleport myself into the golden throne on terra or something >wait for it>i can hear whimpering and breaking glass>NOW>i rip the door open"duck"(1/2)
>>98119056>i fire a few rounds into the rug spawn as i slam the doors closed>i dont know where the hells the elevator ends up given the rug spawn go completely silent as soon as i slam the doors shut>the naked woman who isnt Priscilla starts acting awfully smug and hoitty about herself as i give Priscilla my usual look>for some reason that i choose to believe is concidence and not the eldar fucking with my head when there is so much chaos going on i get a flash back to his teasing remarks about marriage"h-hi">shake it off"you hurt?">i mainly ask this because i really dont want to get lube on my armor if i have to carry her because she's injured again>or something like that probably>relief that its me seems to let her shoulders shag as she shakes her head>good>i look to the other naked woman who seems a bit huffy that i focused on Priscilla and not her"who the fuck is she?">i gesture with one hand as i keep my hand on my bolt pistol>if its a cultist i can just shoot her and we can move on>if its whoever the eldar called a "merchant princess">which could be litterally anything>then the Sect will be less than thrilled i brought more attention to their movements in the sector in the middle of a shadow war>either way i really have a limit when it comes to protecting naked women from horrors of the warp and its 1>and preferably the one who doesnt look like she's going to bitch at me about handling her hair improperly
>>98117087>>98118860>Be Inquisitor Hengest >Emperor preserve me>A monolith hanger?!>This is a greater tomb then i thought>Im really regretting not bringing a mechanicus team here to study the place>But no matter it'll all be destroyed with nuclear fire>The Lieutenant checks my map>I too check it>If we race down the hanger and take a left we'll come across the main power room>Auxiliary power is further in the tomb next to the vault as my map indicates >I recieve a new signal>How? We are deep underground >Check it...>... Ayin?>"Retrieve some seeds from the vault, myself and Vortigern require it, all for the best interests of the Ordos Kabbalah">Before I can even respond the vox link is severed on Ayin's side>I cant even contact it again>the hell?>Whats Ayin and Vortigern doing?>I thought the Ordos Kabbalah was just dealing with Galmon>Why do they want seeds and why do they think a Necron has those in their vault?>Then again it is weird how the Necron pylons started teraforming areas around them into small gardens>No matter back to the task"Keep going straight down and take a left to main power. Auxiliary is deeper within alongside a new objective given to me by my higher ups. Recover some seeds from the vault">One of the Felinids looks at me dumb founded"Dont ask about the last part, my Lord Inquisitor never told me why he wants them"
>Be Lieutanant Adair>Pershah Gulf PDF, 7th Well Fire Unit>Most extraction operations on this planet were under the auspices of the planetary government corporation IRAMCO>However, our job was so important and dangerous, it was put out to the cream of the PDF>Actual loyal, competent people, unlike many of our peers>People like me>I've put out more wells than I've had hot dinners>Some very hot dinners as of late>I've barely slept for days and it's been straight from one fire to the next>Now the entire Er-Kuwadi field is burning from sabotage, pouring black oily smoke and soot into the sky>There's so much smoke and haze it's a wonder there's anything still flying out there>Still, it's been retaken and we've got a job to do>It's still not secure and there's ongoing fighting nearby, but it can't wait>It does seem fairly quiet at the moment though>Firefighting vehicles are moved up, hoses attached to the water bores, arcs of water are sprayed onto the fire and bulldozers remove debris>Before long, the site is cleared and explosives to snuff the flamethrower are in place>Explosives go up>Fire goes out>Scratch another one for the 7th!>Overhead, a stray anti-air missile runs out of fuel and crashes into the ground and explodes>Right in the middle of the puddle of oil from the still-uncapped well>The entire thing goes straight up in flames again>Oh, come on!
>>98114816>be Sargent Packmaster Rùoshuǐ of the Emperor's Forsaken>fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk>Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman has decided that most of his forces are to partake in the glory of the siege of Fortess Ar'Babil>i figured we be part of the first wave>surprisingly they found the one group that is considered more disposable than beastmen>Kriegsmen>i remember reports of Krieg on Chyna Secundus during a purge of the lower hives during the Kovid wars>they lost close to a billion troops but drowned the zombie outbreak at the time with enough bodies the burning pits were still going when i took command of the Forsaken>i wonder if they're still there>a knight horn jars me out of my daydream and leaves me hard of hearing for the next month as we begin our push on the west trenches>krieg is pushing the north and north west trenches down from the Hive Ar'Babil >the Mordians with them>the Scintillans are pushing the East and covering the united artillery fire >supposedly there are orders that the Montags are deploying on the far east to try and break a hole in the defenses to open up for the heavy armor to push into the fort itself>our orders are to provide cover to the knights while and i quote "showing up those stuffy snail eating cowards or so help me i will send you to the angry marines myself with a written list of your crimes on Chyna Secundus, DO NOT LET HOUSE NICOLETT DO BETTER THAN US">so you know no pressure >Bibly is in a foul mood too>she claims its because she lost a black market deal in Ar'Saudi but i know her better>Bilby has a major soft spot for children>something about where she grew up>i should ask her about it>Wu told me that emotional connection is why he and the other Sentinel workers were so effective on the battlefield >also last vox communicae he told me he got that permotion he was working for!>so i know how we're celebrating when i get back in orbit>i hope they fixed the dents from last time
>>98113871>>98116964>>98118860>>98119095>Be Felinid Sergeant Kitten “Pussy In Boots” McPurr>As we move deeper into the hanger, we encounter more Necron, including some basic warriors, but also a bunch of the small scarab looking ones, and a few big spider ones >By this point I have decided to stop worrying about the impossible odds, and just focus on having fun killing things instead >All the doors leading into the hangar, including the big ones we came through slam shut and some big fancy Necron appears and gets in a trash talking competition with the Inquisitor >1 Commando and a few squads of Eldar stay behind in the hangar to distract the Necron while the Inquisitor accompanies us Felinids to try and get deeper into the Tomb >Personally I figure we are the weakest of the three compared to 1 Commando and the Eldar, but perhaps that is why the Inquisitor chose us for the “drive fast” mission instead of the “last stand” mission >We continue to head away from the main fight, but encounter increasing numbers of Necron Warriors as we do so >These ones seem slightly more awake, and they melt a few good sized holes in our Centaur RSV, but the fact we made it this far at all still seems incredibly lucky to me >Oh well, I will just keep shooting >I figure out through trial and error that aiming for the neck or below the ribcage often produces the most interesting results with the heavy stubber, since ricocheting bullets and shrapnel will sometimes get behind the mask or ribcage from below, and rip up the fragile glowing things hidden behind them >Tiny Tam is doing a good job keeping me reloaded, but I am not sure there is enough ammo in the Centaur RSV for me to keep firing at this rate for much longer >One of the Stormtroopers that stayed in the Centaur gets hit by a green beam and disintegrates, dropping his plasma gun in the process >I make a mental note to pick it up if no one else does
>>98119266>The Inquisitor fires a few plasma bursts at the surprisingly flimsy door ahead of us, allowing us to drive through it >One short corridor later, we end up in an even bigger hangar space, this one filled with big floating pyramids with guns on them >The pyramids seems asleep though, lets hope they stay that way >Also now the Inquisitor is telling us to retrieve some seeds from a vault >This just keeps getting better and better
>>98118473>>98118878>>98119056>Be Priscilla, Least Fortunate Woman in the Galaxy >The Marine asks if I am hurt >My whole body sags with relief as I realize this is almost certainly Spencer, and not just some random Covenant of Fire Marine that is about to splatter my head like a rotten melon >I shake my head to indicate that I am not (severely) hurt >Spencer then asks who the posh woman is >Which is tricky to answer since I honestly don’t know “An upper class woman. She had lots of expensive clothes and tech on her when she first rescued me to help her grab some fat guy” >Who was probably the Hive Governor, I belatedly realize “Rogue Trader operative maybe, or someone working for one of the Great Houses. Possibly Inquisition or some other Imperial faction. She could be a heretic, but at minimum, she is an enemy of the local Coven. We both got captured after we beat the shit out of the Hive Governor, which is why we are, you know....”>I am surprised the posh woman hasn’t said anything yet, maybe she doesn’t want to antagonize Spencer>Spencer hasn’t interrupted yet either so I keep going “Uhm, also Princess Jasmine, the Hive Governor’s daughter, seems to be in charge of the Harem Coven, at least the ones in this hive. She just summoned a Greater Daemon somewhere beneath the surface, which I don’t think went well for her...”>I pray to whatever Gods are listening (except Slaanesh) that Spencer doesn’t decide to lead us on a three person mission to single handedly defeat the Genie and its Warp infused horde
>>98118473>>98119056>>98119346>>98117180>be Canoness Preceptor Joan Delarc>if the banquet hall was too quiet all concern of that departs like the Emperor's Mercy as civilans explode into the rooms, faces mad with rage and strange fury as they protest the unjust conquest of their world and hive>to decry the will of those entrusted by the God Emperor is hersey of the highest order>we waste no time with words as blade and bolter ring out alongside battle hymns of wrath >the Francs-Tireurs fight with a silent finality that makes me proud to fight alongside them>each step through the city is harried and hassled by traitors"God Emperor guide the souls of the righteous to clear themselves from the herds of the false sheep, that they may be spared the righteous fury that brings the blade of judgement upon them for association without condemnation is the starting path to heresy">my sisters echo the words as we push deeper into the Royal Palace>suddenly chaos erupts as we reach the base of the main spire>strange lights shoot from random locations, from the lowest to the highest without any reason or logic>the arch enemy reveals themselves>i make the sign of the Aquilla in thanks to the God Emperor>i was wrong to think i would not find enemies wherever i was sent>forgive my doubts God Emperor"Sisters! the enemy means to test our Faith and Fury! we will locate the Rogue Trader and bring judgement to those who would defile his world yet again!""FOR THE EMPEROR!">i slip the power run on my spear as i look to Duchesse d’Austerlitz et de Beaumont"take the Francs-Tireurs and locate the Rogue Trader, my sisters and I shall deal with whatever daemons are within." >she simply nods>she would have made an excellent battle sister>i permit myself a small grin>we have been at a disadvantage multiple times on this world>not that i am complaining>Disadvantages are but the fuel of Faith in the God Emperor to overcome>but this time, the advantage will be ours
>>98119346>>98119056>>98118473>Be Spencer “An upper class woman. She had lots of expensive clothes and tech on her when she first rescued me to help her grab some fat guy”“Rogue Trader operative maybe, or someone working for one of the Great Houses. Possibly Inquisition or some other Imperial faction. She could be a heretic, but at minimum, she is an enemy of the local Coven. We both got captured after we beat the shit out of the Hive Governor, which is why we are, you know....“Uhm, also Princess Jasmine, the Hive Governor’s daughter, seems to be in charge of the Harem Coven, at least the ones in this hive. She just summoned a Greater Daemon somewhere beneath the surface, which I don’t think went well for her...">...>well shit"okay, lets get out of here then">i can tell both women are relived were not going to do what the imperium would do which is get ourselves killed trying to stop whatever the greater daemon wants to do>not my mission>technically i dont know how Roshi and whichever poor bastards the Sect assigned to him are doing with planting that bomb>but i DO know i can't really get that done dealing with a greater daemon>in fact it be in our interest if the imperials had to pull some forces back so they dont kill Haek before he can open the portal>not that im going to offer my services to a daemon who clearly been pent up in some relic eager to "have some fun">that leaves me with an issue though>i now have to escort two naked women through this rapidly devolving Pershan clown house"stick close, i'll stick you in the sack if i have to">the other woman is being very quiet >either she realizes we're not loyalist and wants to avoid whatever we're doing>or she is chaos and realizes we're going to kill her if she interfers>or maybe even better she's cut from the same cloth Priscilla was when we went on our first couple missions together and is pissed scared of me>joy>i decide the most direct path is the best place to start(1/2)
>>98119471>the door to the stairwell is normal enough as we keep moving down"unless you both want to try and run down an entire hive spire's length start checking doors for one near the main lobby">i can tell they're confused until i open one door and it leads to floor 4041"dont enter any, just keep checking and moving">i open a door and it leads a jungle>slam>i open another and it leads to the stairwell again as i look down to see us all when we first arrived>time travel bullshit always backfires>slam>i open another door a few floors down this time>to my surprise Priscilla is there>looking the most put together ive ever seen her honestly >and a giant timid looking naked guy>we both just look at each other before she reaches forward and slams the door for me>i hate this place(2/2)
>>98117087>>98118811>>98118860>>98119095>>98116964>Be Overlord Menthesuphis the Horticulturist>Splitting up are you?>Hahahahahahah>FOOLS! >You may have the schematics of the tomb>But I am its lord and master>And three times guess what notification I just received>The reserve batteries are being filled>Auxiliary power systems are coming online>And the C'tan have been given the water-hose>Kicking them into over-gear >But more importantly>The Exodus Protocol is ready>But first, to make certain you don't ruin it before its done"Activate the particle shield around the main power generator, and begin phase one of the Exodus.">A bright green field begins to wrap around the main reactor>Keeping it safe>I hope>But I know where that human is going>My precious vault>But it matters little>Green emergency lights go off>Heralding the start of the Exodus Protocal>Parts of the tomb come loose>Start floating>Folding into itself>Shrinking and growing>Teleporting around>But that isn't important>The mountains begin to rumble>As my fleet teleports itself into orbit>To protect whats to come>The main framework of the ship shall be teleported into orbit>As will the vault>And the main reactor, once the auxiliaries can take the burden>Making sure that the vault is teleported away is now my top priority>I do get good news that the framework has been teleported>And that the other compartments are currently breaking their way through the mountains>Going to join the grand ship the crypteks and scarabs are currently assembling
>>98114816>>98116568>>98119046>>98119672>>98119182>Be Lord Admiral Henry Ponsonby-Bannerman>Currently sailing into orbit over Fort Ar'Babil>It doesn't appear to have any voidshields so orbital bombardment >But with the imperials already inside I tone it down a little>Precision strikes with the lances, bomber support, that sort of thing>But something concerning seems to bee looming over the horizon>A giant Necron fleet just materialized into orbit>And its big>Battleships, cruisers, all kind of nasty ships which can tear apart a hull in a matter of seconds>But they seem to be on the defensive, protecting whatever is being assembled in their middle>I don't like my chances taking them on>And my lord great-grandfather does bear the rank of a foreign diplomat among the Necrons>So as long as they don't shoot at us, I won't shoot at them>This is getting all a bit too complicated for my taste>I remember visiting that Necron Phaeron all too well>Over the border and far away>Paying court visits and in general making merry with aliens>There was a time such actions would have disgusted me>But years of adventures with Rogue Trader has a tendency to mellow one out>Who knows, perhaps diplomacy might triumph after all>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader >Back at the homebase once again>I should probably join high command to properly represent my troops>That order I wrote the abhumans was a bit harsh>But then again, they must be properly motivated>Or else they become proper beasts>And we can't have that>Truth be told, I don't give a damn about the Nicoletts>They seem to be like a chicken without a head at the moment>No interference with my plots, no sabotage>It's strange, really>So I suppose something went wrong in Ar'Saud>Considering the reports coming from it>But I don't really care>I am busy engaging in one of my favourite pastimes>Forging legal documents(1/2)
>>98119733>The bedouins have been so good as to hand me several candidates for a planetary governor>Several boys, and some girls>They won't ever be truly in charge, but whatever>Legally we're allowed to seize all promethium>And so we have>The intact ones that is>Both on sea, and on land>Especially when General Urquhart Connerius sent me a message"We've taken the promethium fieldsh, my lord.">Very good>That means I now control 100% of all the intact fields>And with Chaos in a chokehold>And the Necrons seeming halting their advance>I can look to my other hobbies>Like treasure hunting>I put my multicompass on>To see what if there is anything interesting >Aside from Promethium and tombs>I tell general Connerius to make his way over to high command in my stead>I have my seneschal bring over my archaeology kit>For the compass has detected something very interesting>Which I am eager to get my hands on (2/2)
>>98116059>>98117216>>98117565>Be Farseer Isendavar>The hole has been dug>It's a bit deep>So I have had the field egineers start building something>This means that the bonesingers are busy wraithboning (HA!) a construct into existence that will allow us to descend safely>We're far enough from both the fort and the tomb that it will be safe for the duration of the journey>Once we're in the tunnel, we'll begin jouryning underground to Haek's little treehouse>Either to blow it up, or to give him the surprise of a lifetime>Soon>Because a thunderhawk lands close by>Carrying some Red Hunters>Obvious Alpha Legionnaires>A virus bomb>And none other than my old pal Roshi>I take off my helmet>He is already sizing up the buttocks of the nearest Howling Banshee>So I might as well speak to him before someone will press charges>I smile at him"My word, Roshi. Where did you find this thing? Have you been scooping around Isstvan III again? Not that I am complaining.">I make a gesture to the hole I made"The tunnel here leads to the fort our 'friend' Haek has holed himself up, I was going to blow it up from the bottom, but now we can do some real damage.">I also discreetly hand him the recording of Lelith Hesperax taking on a entire convent of sororitas he ask me to give him last time around>There is nothing quite like having old friends coming to visit"So do you want to wait for Spencer or should we go into the tunnel right away?"
>>98119095>>98119266>>98119672>Be Inquisitor Hengest >Finally arrived at the main power room of the tomb>Going to have to act fast here>Quickly head to the back and get one of the warheads"Provide covering fire whilst I set this up">The buff felinid woman has appropriated a storm trooper grade plasma gun>I'll allow it, might let her keep it>The tomb is beginning to shift >Shit its going to teleport!>Doesn't help The Red Knight has reported an incoming Necron fleet>The Overlord wants to get off world>If I didnt also need some of the seeds in his vault then I'd allow it>I'd have also made sure to keep it permanently tracked if possible>I set the warhead down and begin to rig it up>Injecting the override key into it from my rosette>Set up a 15 minute timer>With a remote switch incase we manage to get clear from the place first before it goes off>I pull the stick out and store it>Just in time to pull out my plasma pistol to shoot an incoming enemy"Mount back up! Get to the auxiliary power supply!">Start sprinting back to the centaur>Ordinarily this is difficult as I do not possess a black carapace so sprinting should be difficult >Thankfully I modified this suit to be more mobile whilst retaining its defensive properties>Not sure how long I have left to retrieve the seeds and set up the second warhead>Hopefully I can get it done>Send an encrypted message to The Red Knight>Monitor the Necron fleet for now>Rescue us if its needed>Not sure if we'd get teleported as well but best to make the precaution
>>98119046>Be Major Gareth>Fighting the heretics with my bolt pistol and the mass melta guns of my men>Objective is to line walls with melta charges allowing our comrades to come in once they clear the trenches and pill boxes>Because its the redoubts it means close quarters >Perfect for melta guns with short ranges>Not perfect for the enemy who have to contend against an entire regiment that dropped in on them>I spot the Lord General firing away with his own inferno pistol at the enemy>Man is an inspiration thats for sure>A clear purpose drives us all forward>Everything in this fort that opposes the Emperor's will must burn!>Be Lord General Alister Beatty >These heretics are well trained I'll give them that>Not the heart of the enemy thats for sure>But just another layer to get through>Mass melta charges ought to put a dent in their plans>I have yet to call the other regiments to get status updates but that can wait>Seeing as I'm in a fire fight
>>98119791>>98117565>>98119471>be Lord Inqusitor Master Roshi Oda Toriko Akirama of the Ordos Xenos>damn i forgot how well those banshees fill out those aspect armours of theirs>might have to play liaison for the Sect more often>speaking of.. "My word, Roshi. Where did you find this thing? Have you been scooping around Isstvan III again? Not that I am complaining.">good ol Isendavar"nah, they found this in that grey knight ship we "located" awhile back. Very resourceful these Sect cultists" >big bastard glares at me for tossing opperation security out the airlock but i wave him off to help unload>its the eldar, they know already. its better to dance to their rhythm then separate at just the right moment that they can find a new partner"The tunnel here leads to the fort our 'friend' Haek has holed himself up, I was going to blow it up from the bottom, but now we can do some real damage.""HA! you never change, reminds me of the stuff we used to get up to on Cadia!">heh the good ol days>i was quite the ladies man back when i had hair>nothing like a plays by his own rules freshly promoted inquistor and a wild street wise Farseer breaking up chaos cults across the wider sector to entice the ladies>also he's kind of to hand me that "combat data" on Lelith i was requesting>in such dark and unforgiving times like these its so good to have true allies and friends we can count on>this is the HD version right?>i stow it in my shirt pocket as we watch the "ReD HuNtErS" unload the virus bomb"So do you want to wait for Spencer or should we go into the tunnel right away?">hmmm>i would like to see Boobs...."better to not wait. if i know that stick in the mud he's got his hands full saving his lady love. besides the Sect's prognosticators and Warp seers said things are going to get "interesting" soon. Its better we be prepared to sneak this into whatever their unloading into Galmon's ship.">he may be a stick in the mud but Spence can handle himself
>>98117096>>98119046>>98119182>>98120233>be Haek "The Butcher", most loyal Scion of Lord Galmon>be deep in the depths of Fort Ar'Babil, overseeing the ritual>the Imperial lap dogs have begun their assault hours ago...>our line is holding for now...>and the ritual is progressing quickly>very good, all is going according to plan...>and then the entire citadel shakes!>what in Khorne's brass balls was that?!>one of the Vox-slaves is brought forth...>It reports that we are being assaulted from the air!>our defenses are being assailed by Imperial fighters and a Drop Troops!>Drop Troops?! In my citadel!? That is not according to plan...>that fill me with RAGE!>I cleave chain-axe through the vox slave>I turn to the warp-sorcerers preparing the ritual..."Commence the ritual immediately! I am going to go outside and deal with the loyalist interlopers myself!" >I take the lift ground floor, then another to the roof...>as i step forward... it is pitched battle between my XVIII Immolating Cohort and the Imperial Drop troopers>I turn one into a cloud of gore with my bolt-pistol>and cleave another with my Chain-axe...>I hold my chain-axe the air and howl"Come and die Imperial lap dogs! Your corpse Emperor will not save you!">I charge forth>my carapace armor does not slow me"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
>>98120233>>98120907>Be Major Gareth, 87th Montag Helljumpers >Fighting tooth and nail against these traitors>Swapped from my bolt pistol to my melta gun>Save the rounds for any high priority targets>Get reports from over the vox that one team have set up melta charges ready to detonate a section of the eastern wall>Good we're on schedule>We will need to advance to the northern and west sections of the walls in order to let our various other allies in>Vulture squads report successful destruction of enemy forces in the citadel section>Yellow Tails are going to get a heavy recommendation from me to all other regiments dealing with airborne assaults>Then what I can only assume is the leader rises up>Turning two of my men into gore and then bellowing his war cry>Be Lord General Alister Beatty >It seems we might get to cut off this traitor's head>Hes wearing carapace much like my men are>Seems extra angry at the audacity of us being in deep>Did he forget about drop troopers?>Who knows>Regardless he wants a challenge?>Well I'll give him one>I take out my power sword with my left hand>The one I've kept in my pocket whilst I one handed my inferno pistol>I lock my eyes onto the heretic leader>Striding forward>If he is a true warrior as the heretics of Khorne like to think they are>They arent for the record>They are nothing more then butchers>He'll accept this silent challenge >I like my odds personally>Trained my whole life in the ways of war>Plus the sword training was harsh so I had to learn quickly less I ended up too scarred>Scars are earned in the field of battle not in training after all
>>98119471>>98118473>>98119346>be Lady Marie de Antoi'nette Clouseau Poirot de Nicolett>i feel ill>not only because i lost a dress worth an entire planets throne production>and a digital weapon ring>and an Arceotech pistol >im a rogue trader all that can be replaced>but its becoming clear that im on the backfoot in all this>between the "genie", what is clearly a chaos space marine, my companion whose allegiance...>well not even worth guessing at that>i should be trying to snub Bannerman's old dusty ass but instead im running around like a common harlot>ugh>i need to take charge>the space marine has us checking doors to find where they go to>one appears to be floor 500>i check which flight of stairs im on>305912>ugh>conneries de distorsion >i peak my head in>hey isnt that bitchess Jasmine's room?>that or some other father fucking noble given how much silks, lube, and tentacle shaped gold finery is around here>i step inside to hopefully find something to cover myself>my other companion may be content to run around naked but i have an image to maintain for pour l'amour de l'empereur dieu>the marine's warning might hold some merit>if i actually believed he cared if i lived or died>i know his type, other than his charge he be happy to waste the bolt shell on me if it meant one less distraction>in my dark mutterings i almost miss it>MY DRESS!>i almost cry i run up and check to see if they tarnished it>its filthy, covered in fluids, and smells like a racoon monkey did horrible things to it>ugh never mind>i toss it aside as i grab some other clothes from the bitchess's selection>they leave nothing to the imagination as far covering but i admit she at least knows how to match her color tones >i decide on "borrowing" a few other items since she wont need them getting her guts rearranged by her new "master">a green dagger that seems rather necronish for a hive noble>suppose those reports i got of a dynasty on world weren't exaggerated1/2
>>98119672>>98119813>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">be with the strike team inside the necon tomb>following the Inquisitor's directions, we come a large... glowing green thing...>I mean granted this is a necron tomb, it is absolutely full of glowing green stuff...>but this one is larger and is emitting some sort of... energy...>I'd say it was green-electricity, but I don't think necrons use that as a power source>as we come to a stop, the Inquisitor grabs one of the nukes and says:"Provide covering fire whilst I set this up">I turn to my team:"you heard the man! covering fire!">I open up with my Recon Las-rifle on the necron warriors>then...>the tomb starts to look... weird... almost like it is shifting...>what?!>I turn my attention back to the fight after seeing another stormtrooper get turned into green dust>a few power packs later Inquisitor returns"Mount back up! Get to the auxiliary power supply!">he does not have to tell me twice, I really want to get the hell out of this pit!>the Inquisitor gives me the coordinates for the second nuke>I seed vault of all things..>huh... kinda explains the forest surrounding the Tomb Complex>either way... I floor it>I drift around corners and avoid enemy fire>thats when I notice...>is it me or is all the green xeno tech stuff glowing brighter?
>>98121392>>98119733>as i dig through her jewelry i find my digital flamer ring as well as a few others i suppose she took from other nobles>dont mind if i do>i decide ive looted enough>or at least as much as i can carry without involving my erstwhile compagnons>when i notice it>in a specialized glass case>oooohhhhh>an old piece of parchment>written in that annoying sand script they all speak >luckily i had my left eye replaced with custom made augmetics instead of biologically vat grown >a couple translations later and i get a rough gist of it >The Peacock Throne, a hidden treasure crafted by the first rulers of Pershah >made by the Son of Emir'Allah it is said that whoever finds it shall be granted eternal vigor, life, and rulership of Pershah Gulf >hmmmmm>thats not far from the mountains>i stow the parchment and stuff it down my corset >i do a final look around before heading back>if nothing else i can appreciate the change of clothes and new loot>i open the door to the stair well>and it goes to a ship's interior >ah,>merde>i look for a second exit>non>ah well, en avant>its not a hard enough walk to assume im in an abandoned ship and the lack of sharp metal and functional lights means im not on a xenos or Que Dieu l'Empereur interdise, AN ORK ship>still, i keep myself prepared for the worst as i find a lower decker orphan fiddling with the wires>while quite filthy, he doesnt appear to be eating himself so i can rule off chaos or space hulk at least"you, Garçon. Where am I?">he looks up at me and my heart drops when i hear his accent "the lower decks of the Starbound Sovereign, mum"2/2
>>98119813>>98121452>Be Inquisitor Hengest >The Lieutenant floors it>He wants to get the hell out of here as do I>But I must complete the mission first>Retrieve some seed samples and set up the second nuke >Pull out and then detonate>The Centaur is almost falling apart but the machine spirit prevails and is holding out >The tomb is glowing brighter>The Eldar have informed me that they are pulling out>Rest of 1 Commando that didnt come with us is fighting to keep the forces in the hanger distracted >Even at the cost of their lives >Valiant men all>I shall have their names inscribed into the halls of The Red Knight>We arrive at the vault>I bring up my plasma pistol and overcharge it>Firing off several overcharged shots into the vault door for us to crash through >Its going to be more difficult then the previous doors>Might even finally end this centaur"Brace for impact we're going in hard!"
>>98121352>Be Haek "The Butcher", most loyal Scion of Lord Galmon>I find the Imperial's leader...>we lock eyes...>we shall fight...>I yell to my Cohort Troopers"STAND ASIDE! THEIR WAR LORD IS MINE!">one of loyalist troopers attempts to block my path...>he dies for it...>I charge at their General and bring a roaring chain-axe down upon him>he deftly parries it with his power-sword>he swings it low at my gut>I leap backward to avoid disembowelment >hmmm>interesting>it appears that is loyalist has some fight in him...>I point Chain-axe at him..."You are a worthy opponent Imperial! This duel shall be legendary! But in the end you will perish, and I shall present your skull to Lord Galmon!">with that...>our duel continues>I go for his head>he side steps to avoid the blow>he the thrusts>I parry the blow away
>>98119733>>98121352>>98121702>Be me, General Urquhart Connerius>Of the Phantine Airborne>The Lord Rogue Trader's specialised airborne troops>After securing the promethium fields, I am dispatched to the front>Going in low>Those yellow tails keep the falk distracted>So we can make our jump>Take the jump myself>Already start shooting with my sten-pattern autogun>To reinforce the montag helljumpers>Make a short vox-call"General Beatty this ish General Connerius, we are landing closhe to your position, reinforcements are on the way.">Change ammunition>To what his lordship calls the 'space marine special'>Heavy AP rounds, meant to penetrate power armour
>>98121352>>98121702>>98121729>Be Lord General Alister Beatty >The duel has commenced>He cleaves one of my men trying to defend me>A needless sacrifice as he goes for a swing I parry>I would have slashed his guts open but he managed to dodge >I bring my sword back up >He is impressed >But more importantly hes given me a name>Lord Galmon>Our fight continues, he goes for my head again but I side step>When I go to thrust, he parries>Before he can get me I take a step back bringing up my sword again to go for his chain axe arm>Might as well get some nicks in there>Ideally I want to aim for his brachial artery >Its the major artery in the arm meaning rapid blood loss>It'll potentially throw his balance off and make him sloppy>Though even if its successfully I best not underestimate him>Even the sloppiest of butchers are dangerous>So I turn on myself and go for a slash at his chain axe arm>Emperor guide my blade to connect with his artery>I receive a short call>Reinforcements, and another drop troop regiment to boot>I do not respond seeing as I must focus on the duel>Be Major Gareth>Reinforcements coming in>Another airborne regiment >Opening fire even from the air with autoguns >Sweet relief>Dont get me wrong, I love our mass melta guns >But range is always our biggest issue >Connect to the Reinforcements "This is Major Gareth, glad to have another drop trooper regiment coming in. Our objective is to place melta charges and to detonate them to allow the other regiments to enter the citadel once they clear the trench lines"
>>98119733>>98121502>Be Lord Admiral Henry Ponsonby-Bannerman>Currently sipping my tea from the bridge>Crisp and clean, just the way I like it>That reminds me"Prepare the banana feast for Jim.">Jim being the pet Jokaero of my lord-grandfather>And Seneschal Caldwell is already preparing the fruits on a silver plate>Just a day like any other"Sir! warp boarding! In the sewage treatment facility!">What?>We're not making a warp transition>And the Gellar Fields are intact"On screen, prepare security measures">The Necron tech in this ship is hidden quite well>But it can be activated if need be>Waaaiiiiittt, that is no nurglite daemon>Is that Marie de Nicotine?>Abroad the Ponsonby-Bannerman flagship?!>The joke almost writes itself"Close down that section, summon all available voidsmen-at-arms and breachers, I'll be going down there myself.">Take the lift down>Hat? Check>Power-Sabre? Check>Archaeotechpistol? Check >Digital weapon? Check>We rush in, surrounding the much worse for wear Scintillian on all sides>I am unimpressed"Its a bit late to engage in espionage, Marie. Or are you here to offer a formal declaration of war, you know how touchy we naval officers get about our ships.">I send a message back to Lord Peregrine as well>Because the evidence is mounting>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader>Out in the mountains>Because the multicompass showed me something interesting>A cavern system>Which, in combination with the records I got from the administratum>And the archaeological clues I gathered make it certain that there is something here>The hammer motive and all the promethium makes me think it has something to do with one of the Imperial Princes>The one who liked green and scales>And with those Covenant of Fire lads around>I am not going to risk it>What do I look like? A Blood Raven?>I am still going to look for it>But if they ask for it nicely I will give it>I am greedy, not dumb
>>98119672>>98119813>>98121452>>98121621>Be Overlord Menthesuphis the Horticulturist>The particle shield can hopefully stave off disaster>If that place blows, well.....>More and more of the tomb begins to teleport into orbit>Even some of the auxilary power systems>And one of my three C'tan watersprinklers>I can't disarm a nuclear bomb>So I asked the Crypteks to take a look at it>If they can't figure it out the chronomancers can at least halt time>But I need to go>To my most precious possession>The vault>Luckily for me>I have a backdoor>Teleport inside the vault, with my lychguard>Just as they breach the gate>I size them up>Ah yes, the old human>And his beast-human thralls>I exent a singular hand>And raise a middle finger>Short though my acquaintance with humanity is>I know this is an insult>And I do say something else"Surprise Motherfucker."
>be Sgt. Johnson of the Amergio 5th Armored>be in command of the Leman Russ Vanquiser "Carnivore">the Imperial assault force has breached the 1st Trench line>rolling forward we smash through razor-wire and other such obstructions >we have column of Imperial Guard infantry, mostly Mordians, using a Leman Russ as cover>the Kriegers are already swarming the trench line...>burning out pillboxes and gun emplacements >the heretic troops are falling back to the second line enmass>I spot a heretic gun crew pulling wheel mounted twin-barreled multi-laser behind them...>nope, can't let those bastards get away..."GUNNER! HE-I! HEAVY WEAPONS TEAM! 10 degrees left! 600 meters!!>my gunner swings the gun left"ON ITS WAY!"*BOOM*>watch through the scope as the heretics are turned to scorched chunks of flesh>I chuckle to myself as I watch the multi-laser get tossed 100ft into the air>start scanning for more targets...>see a dust cloud by the second line...>is that?"Gunner! movement! dead ahead!">as my gunner reorientates the turret>I see it...>a Destroyer Tank Hunter, painted grey and defaced with heretical runes..."GUNNER! SABOT! TANK! DEAD AHEAD! 800 meters! "ON ITS WAY!*BOOM*>just as the heretic tank hunter crests the ridge ahead, it takes a direct hit>it erupts inflames>I brace for a jolt as we drive over the first trench line...
>>98119791>>98120752>>98121729>>98121778>>98121702>Be Farseer Isendavar>And boy is it good to see Roshi again>"nah, they found this in that grey knight ship we "located" awhile back. Very resourceful these Sect cultists" "Hah! the Blood Raven method, classic.">Never gets old>Even as we are descending the tunnel>Soon to reach Haek's magic castle>Still, it is a bit boring>I expect that we'll encounter some sort of rearguard once we get close>These are big tunnels though>Not large enough for any heavy vechiles>But you can stuff a wraitguard in no problem>So I did>So me and Roshi are reminiscing about the good ol' days>Like that time we duped some fallen to use a portal>Straight into Asmodai's office on the Rock>Boy did we say 'repent motherfucker' a long time after>I think that collaboration ended with my laying some Corsair Queen and Roshi managed to land one of those Famolous Sororitas>Heh>So we are currently dragging along the virus bomb>Until we reach a rockcrete wall>Well, I suppose Haek did cover up his proverbial arsehole after all>Not that it will help him>Prepare explosives>I turn to address the assembled party"You know full well what will happen once we breach into this fort, be on your guard, keep on the lookout, though we have dug around the maze I do not expect that it will be a cakewalk.">Explosives planted>Going off in three >two >one>*BOOM*>Howling Banshees immediately rush in>We immediately follow suit
>>98121887>>98118811>>98121961>>98121452>>98121621>be Company Commander Axum>our deployment into the mountains has been met with the full fury of the misbegotten xenos>part of our deployment has been into the tunnel systems has been a brutal combat between the large misshaped xenos of the destroyer designation >the xenos are appearing to surrender this world as large pieces of necron blackstone disappear as the battlefield shifts and changes around us>i bring Forge fire up to counter the blade of one of the crawling abominations before bringing my melta attachment up to melt through its chest as i kick it into another of its fellows>i dont know how much more the mountain can take of this>the earth rumbles as pillars once holding it upright disappear in green flashes of molecular teleportation >Im about to order a retreat when i get hit from the side as i have to bring the blade into the floor to keep from skidding>i look up to see the leader of this cult of aberrations>a Skorpekh Lord"Your time defiling this world that rightfully belongs to the God Emperor of Mankind ends now, Xenos">its response is to silently charge as i meet its rage with my fury>it swings its clawed hand up taking pieces of adamantine armor as i duck low>energy blasts take the lives of two brothers>this is the fury of Vulkan's sons"Ta'Shawn! locate the forge!">i cannot let Ta'Shawn fall as his servo skulls are mapping the entire tunnel network to find the lost forge>but this xenos will prove too costly to face here>i spot an area where another large section of the necron infrastructure disappears and i push forward>the monster's crab legs fail to adjust for a sudden surge of terminator enhanced armor as we fall deeper into the tomb complex, blades still clashing"FOR VULKAN!" >the yawning abysis seems to swallow us both and for a time all i know is the clash of blades green or flaming red>then the heavy crash of water as we slam into a lake in a well maintained garden
>>98121621>>98121961>Be Inquisitor Hengest >the crash was hard but thankfully my gambit worked>We're in the vault now>I disembark and grab ahold of my plasma pistol raising it up to investigate any potential defenders>Coast is clear>So I use the opportunity to help others onto their feet>But then a sound all too familiar>Teleportation device>Before me is the Overlord and his lychguard>Hes raised his middle finger >"surprise mother fucker">I grit my teeth but dont let it get to me>Now let's see>The Overlord is going to be very tough to take down especially with his lychguard>Lychguard excel in melee combat>I have a few storm troopers, several felinds and a potential psyker>I also have a second warhead in my centaur>Hopefully one of the felinids can sneak off and get the seeds>I should have told them exactly what to look for but truth be told they probably just look like regular seeds>Ayin never stated the seeds had any special looks to them in the vox message>I'd best stall if possible "I wouldn't do anything too rashly Overlord. Kill me and the two nuclear warheads go off immediately">I present a fake dead man switch from behind my non plasma pistol holding hand>I best hope in his arrogance he buys it>I do not see any crypteks nearby"I may as well enquire into your origins. How come your dynasty has pylons terraforming the planet? Ordinarily pylons nullify and absorb psychic energy. Hence the pariah nexus existing out in the Nephalim sector">Keep him on me and talking>Hopefully the felinids see this gambit of mine and use the opportunity >The storm troopers stick near me guns raised but not firing
>>98122106Lt. Tom, anon here... will post after work. so it will a be a while before i post
>>98121887>>98121392>be Lady Marie de Antoi'nette Clouseau Poirot de Nicolett>took them shorter than i expected to find me>remercier l'empereur dieu>"Its a bit late to engage in espionage, Marie. Or are you here to offer a formal declaration of war, you know how touchy we naval officers get about our ships.">tsk i changed my mind He's a much a brute as Peregrine"non, but holding those weapons to moi might be if you dont get them out of my face." >honestly if i let a little thing like being at a complete disadvantage and surrounded on all sides humble me id never have made it as far as i have"i've been the victim of a string of warp attacks, you know how we loyal servants of the Empereur Dieu are harried." >i shrug dismissively, no point playing coy since frankly im far too tired for it"but enough about that. Since i can only assume that any attempts to contact your "esteemed" head will be delayed since he's either strong arming a village of peasants or looking for more trash to display in that "museum" of his the role of negotiation falls to you">i reach into my bosom while maintaining eye contract and pull out the map to the Peacock Throne"i have something that might actually interest the old man for once...provided im given transport back to my flag ship Dieu'tateur">i let him see its a treasure map of sorts before i take it back>im not so foolish as to let him just take it or scan it>besides besides a few snide comments i dont actually think Peregrine would do away with me>the last time our houses went to war it was all sorts of nasty business that cost us both several planets worth of resources>i've only just stepped into the role, im not about to make the same mistakes as my former husband
>>98122182No worries bro
>>98121887>>98122187>Be Lord Admiral Henry Ponsonby-Bannerman>I don't really pay attention to what she is saying>Some vague embittered seething or whathaveyou>'loyal'>I have seen otherwise>But I will keep that under wraps>As I take a swig of rum>"but enough about that. Since i can only assume that any attempts to contact your "esteemed" head will be delayed since he's either strong arming a village of peasants or looking for more trash to display in that "museum" of his the role of negotiation falls to you">Oh he is twice the Rogue Trader you'll ever be>Considering where you have been and where he is right now>She then pulls something out of her bosom>Are you a lady of the blood or a dockside prostitute? Have some decorum>A treasure map>Once again, I am unimpressed>"i have something that might actually interest the old man for once...provided im given transport back to my flag ship Dieu'tateur">She then stuffs it away>How very womanly>I suppose I made the wrong impression>But the navy raises good and earnest tars, who speak bravely and truthfully>But what would a gentleman do?>I have an idea"My profound apologies, in light of your recent mishaps I would like to offer you to chance to dine with us tonight, as well as take a bath if you so wish.">If she says yes she'll be stuck here until Peregrine arrives in person>If she refuses it will look like bad form>And I am recording this>And it might leak out>Which stain their reputation>Not as much as the picture we have of her>But small steps>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader>Hmph, ancient forge or peacock throne?>Which one is fact and which one is fiction>I am leaning towards the former>The local Kurds, via Lawrence, have told me enough local legends that I can guess as to *what* it is, but not *where*>But my boy Henry has some news>Marie, abroad my ship>How?>Eh, no matter, I have the lander made ready>For what will be one hell of a meeting
>>98122511>>98122187>be Lady Marie de Antoi'nette Clouseau Poirot de Nicolett>"My profound apologies, in light of your recent mishaps I would like to offer you to chance to dine with us tonight, as well as take a bath if you so wish.">i hide it behind a smile but i am raging >im out played here and i have to admit it>i could easily deny the request but it be the same as outright admitting that i snuck aboard and was caught>which while untrue appearances are everything >if i agree im stuck here waiting for that old fossil to take as long as he wants basically leaving myself at his mercy which is an insult to my house and status"J'accepte humblement l'invitation. However i would request the arrival of a few of my delegation as not to rob your lord of one of the dresses of the lady of his house" >it might seem like a jab but in truth Peregrine never speaks much of his wife>i dont know if she is with the God Emperor or not and even i am not so low as to insult her >besides since this is turning to a rather hostile negotiation i might as well put on a good show>and inform my house of my survival and location>ugh>and i DO really want a bathe>i send word to pick up Roquejeoffre, Quesnay and Arch Deacon Camille>the most cantankerous company should make my own demeanor seem more pleasant at least >i think on it a moment>actually there is another guest i should invite>it is tradition that with each death of the head Rogue Trader, their head is removed and turned into a servor skull>normally we keep them in deactivation since they dont do much but complain or bemoan their fates>but there is one who might actually improve the bordel this has become>the one Nicolett who got along well with Peregrine >one Hercule Gaston Léandre Dominique Nicolett
>>98122077>>98122106>>98121961>>98113625>be Geomancer Nas'Deev>whewcantactuallysigh.necrodemis>just finished the rite to set the exodus protocols to automatic>should free up the rest of the Crypteks to start helping with these disgusting invaders>i get orders from the overlord that said invaders have brought nuclear fission detonation devices into the tomb >more accurately into the seed vault>ah yes>the special seed vault>nevermind the C'tan shards we have hidden or the devices that can split planets or even the reactive pylon techniques that can bring life to death worlds that took me several eons to correctly figure out>nope>the thing everyone is fighting about are a bunch of seeds>i teleport into the vault as i hover in the air watching it all unfold>i begin the work of analyzing the explosive devices >it argue its a step above troglodytes through rocks at each other so i dont know what Overlord Menthesuphis is so worried about >sure the damage to the power generator would slow the exodus protocol but so what we can simply use the portal systems to retreat to another tomb world>oh but then we have to leave the pretty flowers and other biologicals, right?>honestly, i think i might understand why Matras went insane>speaking of which where is he, his destroyers would have handled this already>...>what is he doing in the royal gardens?>im pulled back to the moment when the invader in charge pulls a trigger and threatens to detonate the devices>quick scan proves he's lying>as he's attempting that i spot one of the small "things" trying to pocket several of the seeds>i teleport down and pick it up by its tail>one of the creatures in their "barely above a krork transport craft" screams something about a "lil Tom" as the one in my grip trashes"silence biological....">I look to my Overlord"this unit requests the honor of disassembling this invader...it's stealth capabilities interest me"
>>98119346>>98119471>>98121392(1/2)>Be Priscilla, Least Fortunate Woman in the Galaxy >The good news is that Spencer doesn’t seem to feel the need to stick around or do anything about The Genie >The bad news is that reality seems to have stopped working in the palace, probably thanks to The Genie >The Genie seems like another of those Slaaneshi-Tzeentchian hybrids we have been coming across so often lately in this Sector, but in this case rapey, tricky, and manic, rather than sexy yet nerdy, and subtle like the Cultural Exchange types I have encountered so far >We split up and start opening doors trying to find one that leads to the lobby>The doors I open mostly lead to scenes of sex and sex adjacent stuff, while Spencer reports seeing alternate dimensions and time travel and the posh woman says nothing at all >I wonder if some of these doors actually lead to alternate dimensions and different moments within our timeline, or if they are just illusions from The Genie meant to mess with us >I have enough experience with pocket dimensions and portals though to know that some of the doors will genuinely displace us to another location >The posh woman hasn’t said anything since we encountered Spencer, nor has Spencer made any effort to clarify her identity. I am more than a bit worried about what Spencer intends to do with her, after all we have been through together, even though I don’t remember most of it, it will be really depressing if Spencer just ends up pulverizing her >In the end, it doesn’t end up being Spencer I had to worry about. >Despite Spencer’s warning, the posh woman walks too deep into one of the rooms and the door closes behind her >When I run over to open the door, it just leads to a small room with a giant butt growing out of the opposite wall, no posh woman in sight >I slam the door shut >Well that is very anti-climatic and depressing. After surviving all that shit, she just disappears to a presumably bad end
>>98123342(2/2)>I mean, back in my Guard days I had a few friends and comrades who accomplished amazing things and survived the impossible only to get killed by a lone sniper or a stray mortar shell or friendly fire or dysentery only a short time later, but that hadn’t happened to me for a while, and I forgot how mortal it makes me feel, especially when I am not sure on whether Slaanesh still has dibs on my soul>Ugh, I try my best to quell yet another existential crisis before it has time to form, and then continue opening random doors >How the hell am I going to know if I open a door leading to the ground floor anyways?>I have never even been to the lobby before, but I suppose if I open a door leading to a big fancy room with doors and windows overlooking rioters outside, that would be a good clue >Somehow I doubt I will be that lucky though >It is more likely I will end up opening a door to outer space, or the bottom of an ocean, or Slaanesh’s Realm, or a pile of rape tentacles >Fuck my life
>>98123331>>98122106>>98121961>be Lil Tom>most of this mission i have been shadowing Lt Tom(save when i slip a dead stormtroopers hotshot las into my backpack, you never know when you might need that)(and a few grenades)(okay several grenades)>but this is my time to shine>i know when someone is playing distraction>Bilby taught me that move during the aftermath of Chyna Secundus>im smaller than most of the troops as i pocket 3 seeds that are hovering in some sort of stasis field before something cold yanks me up by the tail"iaintsayingnothingcommissar!">sorry reflex>i look up to see what looks like a cross between a necron and a snake glaring down at me>feth"LIL TOM">double feth, Tam is panicing>if she uses her powers the inquistor is going to take her away>i remember what happens to psykers back on Nordica II>it hurts pretty bad being held up by the table as im hung upside down>a bunch of my "salvage" falls out of my pockets>thankfully not the seeds i stow those close to my heart>"this unit requests the honor of disassembling this invader...it's stealth capabilities interest me">okay it might be time to panic actually
>>98123422>*by the tailyou gotta love auto correct from the abominable intelligences
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>>98121778>>98122071>be Haek "The Butcher", most loyal Scion of Lord Galmon>be in the midst of a duel with the Imperial general...>this Imperial is a most competent duelist...>it makes this fight most exhilarating>perhaps I should try to capture him?>he would make for fine entertainment in my ship's gladiatorial pit>then a message comes through my helm's vox link>the Imperials have breached the first trench line...>Gods Damn it!>distracted as I am, the Imperial General makes for a slash on my arm>I am just barely able to dodge...>he grazes me, and puts a noticeable nic in armor...>hmmm... if I was any slower... he would have crippled me....>regardless... this Imperial is too dangerous....>best I kill him now... >I swing my chain-axe at his dominant arm...>but it is a feint... a feint he falls for>I instead sweep his leg out from under him>he falls to the ground... helpless>I raise my Chain-axe to finish him>and then... everything starts looking purple...>in a flash of purple light i'm back in the command center of the citadel... on top of a teleportation rune...>very advanced warp sorcery at that>what! the! fuck!>who dares rob me of that kill!>then I hear it..."Reeehehehehehehhehehe">I turn around to see him...>fucking Kronerberg!>standing right behind one of his portals"Kronerberg! How dare you! I was about to-">the words die in my throat as I see HIM standing behind Kronerberg...>it is Lord Galmon...>he is HERE in person>I can only fall to my knees at his presence
>>98123673>>98122071>>98122071>>98121778>>98121729>be Lord Inqusitor Master Roshi Oda Toriko Akirama of the Ordos Xenos"You know full well what will happen once we breach into this fort, be on your guard, keep on the lookout, though we have dug around the maze I do not expect that it will be a cakewalk.">honestly from what i know about this guy Haek's main strength right now is the sheer numbers of traitor guard and daemons he has under his command>its got to be close to the total population of a hive city crammed into a single imperial fortress>but in my long carrier ive learned there are few things that can stand up to a space marine force working with an Eldar alliance >the explosion goes off as the Howling Banshees rush in >hate to see em go but love to watch em leavehehe>big bastard and the other Sect Red Hunter push in as we appear to be in some sort of inner court yard>the main goal is to set the timer for the virus bomb and hide it among the resources their taking into the portal before pulling back>so long as nothing disrupts the ritual underway both Isendavar and I can opperate for our own goals without stepping on each others toes>some cultist runs up on me thinking im an easy target compared to eldar and space marines>i bust out some of my biomancy moves on him kick his balls into his throat"pretty cool for an old man, huh?">havent lost a step in all these years >still though a cornered traitor is the most dangerous>and while Haek may not be a tatical genius like some of the other scions there is a reason he was able to order world eaters around>khrones favored are not easily put to flight>if for no other reason than their "god" will punish them for it1/2
>>98123690>speaking of World Eaters it seems there are a few left in the ranks that didnt get wiped out in Hive Ar'Babil>as i get ready to humble this dumbass brute i realize Haek isnt here>i spot a burned hole in the wall >so the imperials are pushing pretty hard huh?>things are going pretty well>in my experience thats when shit usually hits the fan>turns out im right as suddenly chaos reinforcements appear out of nowhere tzeentch style >oh no>i look up and there the big ham is aura farming as the kids say>the big man himself is on world?>i remove my glasses>might be time for this old man to finally get serious"Isendavar? do me a favor if i finally check out? keep an eye on Spence and Boobs for me? they're good kids if a bit thick headed at times.">kids being a general term>i nod to big bastard who arms the virus bomb>this might be our best chance to end this shadow war now2/2
>>98123342>>98121392>>98119471>Be Spencer>as i check another door that seems to lead to a bathtub of daemonettes singing "rubberducky you're the one">i decide that if i live through this im having the Sect kidnap a blank>i turn to see how Priscilla is doing just in time to watch that dumbass "upper class woman" do the thing i told her not to do>walk into a door and let it shut behind her>Priscilla opens the door and it leads to a big ass as she seems to fall into one of her depressive episodes>i>i pat her on the back>gently as i can manage>im not really good at emotions>technically i dont know why it bothers me that she's upset its not like she even trusts me>...>i leave the awkward silence as i check a door that seems to lead to several sisters of battle fighting hive cultists dressed in street rags, racoon monkey costumes, and outfits that seem vaguely racist with oversized turban hats and jackets with long curved swords while a few blood floatin demons with smoky lower halves float around casting magic wildly>im about to write this off as another failed exit when i realize i recognize those sisters of battle from the vox logs >some carapace wearing battle sisters>WHICH MEANS THIS IS THE GROUND FLOOR>i almost remove my helmet to kiss the ground before i realize im still in Covenant of Fire red and i still have a naked Priscilla >we dont exactly fit in>yet>thankfully, for us at least, one of the "guards" decapitates a sister who slides close enough to reach as several of the new "jinn" seem to be usual a weirder form of Tzeentch magic that seems very reliant on them referencing things before they happen "this reminds me of the time i went to a Valhallan bear orgy">several bears in Valhallan costumes appear out of a poof of smoke and start tearing into both sides of the battle, one is even dressed as Commissar Cain>i silently grab the dead sister and toss the carapace armor to Priscilla "put this on, we're going to make a break for it"
>>98122106>>98123331>>98123422>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">our little strike team has made it to the so-called "vault">it is full of strange xeno tech and seeds, of all things, in statis fields>strange...>suddenly, more necrons teleport in... really important looking ones too!>feth...>then the Inquisitor says something rather crazy..."I wouldn't do anything too rashly Overlord. Kill me and the two nuclear warheads go off immediately">oh hell! he has dead man's switch on him too!>he then starts a conversation with it..."I may as well enquire into your origins. How come your dynasty has pylons terraforming the planet? Ordinarily pylons nullify and absorb psychic energy. Hence the pariah nexus existing out in the Nephalim sector">then it clicks! it is a distraction!>while Lil' Tom is yoinking the seeds...>I grab the last nuke and the Inquisitor's data-slate >I sneak off and find a large, but inconspicuous, crack in the wall...>I set the warhead inside and follow the instructions on the data slate>it takes me a few minutes and that's it>I set it for both timed and remote detonation as per the Inquisitor's instructions>as I finish I hear Tiny Tam yell!"LIL TOM">I look over to see a snake like Necron holding my nephew in the air by his tail!>oh hell the frakk no!>I run over...>I notice Hotshot las-pistol on the ground>I dive for it, and grab it>I aim for the filthy xenos face and fire!ZAP ZAP ZAP ZAP>It drops Lil Tom...>and stares menacingly at me...>well feth! I think I pissed it off!
>>98123673>be we>some time ago we were knights of Sevenboroughs >a proud troop of freeblades who forsoke the politcing of the knight houses and choose to follow the Prince's example >we tore our way through the enemies of the Imperium for many years until the ship we were on had a warp malfunction>ages passed until driven mad with despair or fear one of the crew disabled the Gellar Field >we chose to remain in our knight suits for fear of corruption >as noble as we were back then we still feared a dishonorable death that would never be sung of>but soon we heard the most wonderful music>it was screaming, and singing, and blissful agony>it made ears bleed, eyes water, and organs liquify all at once>only the knights could endure it>that maddening tune was our only companion for years until the tides of the warp came upon a greater ship than any that ploughed its seas>when the captain of that great vessel arrived we played our song thinking it would drive him mad>instead he merely listened before applauding our preformance>all thoughts of nobility were gone when we felt the first taste of applause then>now we serve as but one aspect of his great horde>playing our mad song for all to hear as he commands>we are the minnesingers of Lord Galmon >ALL SHALL HEAR HIS PRAISES SUNG BY HIS WANDERING TROUPE OF KNIGHTS!>speaking of which the portal runes the Lord wished open flare to life as each of us step onto the runes, the portals claiming several dozen cultists as they are consumed in the effort to summon us along side the forces he teleports to Haek's failure>oh we shall sing very loudly of those failures even if our lord does not slay him>the durges we sung of Epherstein still ring in the warp>but for now our purpose is to bring slaughter to the imperials to remind them of who they face>one of our faces spot a few knights>cousins James, Ricardus, and Jeremy>our music shall be all the sweeter meeting our family after so long
>>98119266>>98123422>>98123331>>98123746>Be Felinid Sergeant Kitten “Pussy In Boots” McPurr>We make it to the main power room>I finally ran out of heavy stubber ammo and switch to using a plasma gun dropped by one of the dead Stormtroopers instead >The plasma gun takes down basic Necron Warriors fairly reliably, but it burns through ammo quickly, and sometimes overheats, so you need to pick your shots carefully >The Inquisitor sets up the first nuke just as the whole tomb starts to shift, like it is entering some sort of alternate reality >We then head to the auxiliary power room where the Inquisitor wants to set up the other nuke, or maybe we are going to the seed vault first, or maybe they are in the same room, or at least close enough to each other that putting a nuke in the seed vault will take out the auxiliary power as well, I kind of lost the plot on that one >We fight our way through even more Necron Warriors, lose a few more Stormtroopers and Felinids, and the Centaur RSV is starting to look like swiss cheese >The Inquisitor yet again shoots a Necron door a few times with his plasma pistol so that the Centaur RSV can ram through it >No idea how that trick keeps working >Maybe the Necron doors are made of a substance that is a lot less durable than their Warriors >Also, inside the room is the fancy looking Necron again, and this time he is flipping us the bird >Also-also, the fancy Necron has some big Necron with shields with him >The Inquisitor threatens to blow the nukes and starts asking random questions to the fancy Necron >Clearly he is buying time, but I am not sure for what >Then I see Lil Tom get snatched by a Necron-snake while trying to steal seeds>Also Lt Tom sneaking off to hide the other nuke in a corner >Apparently Necron are easy to distract >Lt Tom finishes what he is doing and opens fire on the Necron-snake holding Lil Tom >I guess we are done distracting the Necron with blather
>>98124037>I fire my plasma gun twice at the head of one of the big Necron with shields, but it shrugs it off and raises its shield over its face >Damn, these things are even tougher than normal Necron!>I turn my plasma gun to max power, switch to a different shield Necron, and shoot it in the head >This time it works, but even on max power the skull remains relatively intact, all I did was penetrate the eye socket and melt everything behind it >This is going to be a tough fight...
>>98121778>>98123673>Be Lord General Alister Beatty >This duel is dragging>But it is exhilarating >I was only able to graze his arm>Not deep enough to strike the artery>Damn it hes going for my arm>I try to dodge but it was a feint as he sweeps my legs and knocks me down >He is about to slay me when suddenly he vanishes >What in Holy Terra?>What's going on here?>I get up to my feet>Vox system ringing out about melta charges being armed in the North and East sections of the citadel walls>As well as trenchline 1 being claimed>Just need to plant some at the western wall>Once done we can move further into the citadel where we can detonate the charges without risk of taking casualties "Montags! Phantines! Press forward we are close to victory!">I fire my Inferno Pistol at the enemy >Major Gareth links up with me and fires his melta gun>I ought to promote the Major after this >He'd have earned it for his commendable work so far
>>98122106>>98123331>>98123422>>98123746>>98124037>Be Inquisitor Hengest >Nevermind guess we're fighting>At first my gambit was going well>The one called Little Tom had snuck off to grab some of the seeds Ayin requested>But he was captured by a Geomancer>One who is now threatening to disassemble him >And also called my bluff>Causing the suspected psyker and himself to panic>The Lieutenant and sergeant open fire>As do my storm troopers>Shit>I open fire with my plasma pistol at the lych guard, whilst I think of a plan>Both nukes are set and ready>Eldar forces pulled out and I havent heard anything from the rest of 1 Commando>More then likely dead after holding out for so long>Think what else do I have at my disposal>2 Commando and the 5 psykers are cleaning up the ritual site at the Hive I sent them to and 3 Commando is assisting the Imperial assault at the heretic fortress>...>There is one thing I suppose>When I joined the Ordos Kabbalah, Ayin gave me the Designation of Asiyah Information >He also gave me some aberration that was both the mixture of warp influence and physical matter>But it wasnt a daemon host strangely enough >I still have no clue what it is so I called it an abnormality >I could have it sent down to run distraction as well as cause some havoc>I remember Ayin called it Snow White's Apple or F-04-42>I take to cover and call on the vox to The Red Knight"Situation is rapidly out of my control deploy F-04-42 on my position in a burrowing drop pod!""Sir are you certain?""Do it!">The request is sent >I hope to the Emperor this doesnt go poorly>I only remember the basics of what this creature does>Any are it enters is caked in vines that even affect metal, they hinder movement and deal damage>Both physically and mentally>It wont kill the Necrons outright I imagine>But it'll slow them the hell down>Just got to wait for it to burrow down on our position
>>98123342>>98123740(1/2)>Be Priscilla, Least Fortunate Woman in the Galaxy >Welp >You know things are really bad when even Spencer feels the need to comfort you >I guess the awkward silence and unspoken questions give me something else to think about >And then finally Spencer finds an exit leading to the ground floor >Not sure why The Genie would even allow such a possibility, maybe it is a trap, or maybe the doors are more or less random >Either one is a possible when a Tzeentchian is involved >There are a bunch of cultists outside wearing archaic clothes or furry costumes >I think the furries are one of the vassal cults to the Harem Coven, I vaguely remember fighting a few of them during my previous escape attempt >Not sure who the guys in the rags or the turbans are though >Also there are few of the smaller genies floating around, and the cultists and the genies are fighting some Sisters of Battle >One of the genies somehow summons some bears dressed as Valhallans and Spencer uses the distraction to drag a headless Sister through the door >He starts talking off pieces of the Sister’s armor and tossing it to me >Does he have any idea how long it takes to put on a Sister’s combat armor?>This isn’t one of those pornos where Sisters wear a few pieces of decorative plate and gimp tier leather corset, boots, and gloves over a tissue thin bodysuit >They are complex battlesuits only slightly less advanced than what a Space Marine wears, with an undersuit similar to a black carapace designed to interface directly with the wearer’s neural system, and multiple layers of interlinked armor over it, plus a bunch of finicky integrated software. I would know. It took a very long time to dress as one back on Chyna Secundus, and it was very uncomfortable to wear
>>98124228(2/2)>Actually, never mind, this particular Sister is literally just wearing a paper thin bodysuit, some gimpy leather bits, and ornate but light weight armor that only really covers the tits, shoulders, and back>Maybe it is a “my faith is my armor type situation”?>Not even sure what the backpack power generator does in this scenario, since she is basically just wearing elaborate looking Guard tier partial carapace armor >It still takes a while though to figure out how to remove each piece of armor and also a while to peel off that bodysuit, and then just as long to try to get the bodysuit and armor on >I can tell Spencer is getting impatient >Well next time come up with a better plan!>Also I make a mental note to loot a helmet if I can, since my experience on Chyna proved I am bad at pretending to be a Sister
>>98122511>>98122600>Be Lord Admiral Henry Ponsonby-Bannerman>This is probably a bad idea>But she scurried off to her guest quarters with no quarrel>Where she will be kept>Until dinner is ready>And her retinue is on board>But dinner is coming>As is my lord great-grandfather>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader>Hah!>So young Marie is awaiting my arrival>Land in the hangar, her retinue should be in the next hangar over>I have them huddled over to the dinning hall>So I can arrive in full glory>They are my guests, so I will lend some courtesy>But that does not mean I am not going to show off a little>They arleady seated when I arrive with my nearly full retinue>Integrated trumpet systems herald my entry into the chamberhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ooQJhtrdwqY"His lordship, the right honourable Lord Peregrine Ponsonby-Bannerman, by the grace of the God-Emperor, King and Lord Protector of the Ponsonby-Bannerman protectorate, holder of twenty-four dukedoms, sixteen marquisates, thirty-eight earldoms, and many many more. Friend of the inquisition, trouncer of Chaos, grand explorer, master adventurer, grand archaeologist and historian, master huntsman, et cetera, et cetera">I take my seat opposite her>I smirk>We haven't really spoken>At most I spoke once in greeting while I went to play whist with her father>Aside from her retinue she brought a servoskull>Of Hercule>I had heard they do this>But I find it a bit weird>Apparently she also needed a dress to be brought over>Because she didn't want to use my wife's >Well there aren't any dresses abroad this ship>And I have a wife in every port and every planet>Like that pirate queen>Hmmmm, nice chocolate>But she's dead>And I fathered Henry's grandfather with a rather well endowed navy captain >But back to the present>I light my pipe"Now then, my dear. I do hope you have enjoyed your short stay abroad my ship. Now, what would you like to discuss?"
>>98123331>>98123422>>98123746>>98124037>Be Overlord Menthesuphis the Horticulturist>Forth! My Lychguard! Slaughter them!>The crypteks are busy diffusing the bombs>That human, the one they call inquisitor>He tried to talk>A bluff>But Nas'Deev grabs one of the mongrels>A Mongrel THIEF>Probably to dissect them>I agree>My patience is through>I level my staff of light>and disintegrate the engine of that primitive piece of scrap>I am heaver then they are >So i crash into them with my body>Slashing and shooting as I go>I headbutt the inquisitor>I grab him by the collar of his armour"I have seen enough of your kind, even in the short days I have met you, you pollute, you destroy, you have no respect for the natural beauty of the world you inhabit. Even the Eldar have more respect for nature than your ilk. I am Overlord Menthesuphis the Horticulturist, court gardener to the Silent King! And I suffer no vandals.">He needs to buy time>I need to buy time>I throw him on the ground"Get up.">Check on the progress of the exodus protocol>Heh, two of the three shards have been put in place>Some little shit is sneaking off with the nuke>But to be frank>I can survive that>The seeds can't >So I shift around the priorities a bit>The seedvault will be next on the teleportation list>Already various seeds and their containers are beginning to disappear>But it is time for me to ruin their plan>Send a new order to the crypteks>Teleport the nukes away>It doesn't matter where, just away from the tomb>But if you like radiation so much>I order the room flooded with rads>The seeds are all in stasis, so they should be safe
>>98122071>>98123673>>98123690>>98123447>Be Farseer Isendavar>Rush in via the basement>Keep an eye on the virusbomb>But Roshi and co. can handle themselves>As can I>We work our way through the lower sections of the fort>We get into the courtyard>Massed traitor marines>Cultists >And daemon>Roshi does his thing>As do I>Mindbullets, mindwar, witchfire and eldritch storm galore>Until>As I had foreseen>The big bastard himself>Galmon in the flesh>Well, metal>Roshi looks at me>I look at him>He takes off his sunglasses>I smirk>Shit's about to go down>"Isendavar? do me a favor if i finally check out? keep an eye on Spence and Boobs for me? they're good kids if a bit thick headed at times.""That I shall Roshi, that I shall.">He wants to lob the virus bomb into Galmon's ugly face>Something which I can help him with>But first, we must make a perimeter>I turn toward the exarchs"Kill any and all chaos-tainted mon-keigh you come across, assists the humans in clearing out this fort.">I make a head-motion to my seer council>Minus the spiritseer who I send back with the soulstones>To follow me>Khorne likes bloods>But these melta troopers cauterize any wounds before they open>Which is something I can do as well>Lightning starts to crackle around my witchblade>A more focused form of eldritch storm>I send it out into an arc over to the chaos lines"Khaine smiles upon us this day! Forward, our ancestors shall look down upon this battle as one worth fighting, the bloody hand shall point the way!">Something else briefly pangs into my mind>Saim-Hann?>How did they get here?
>>98123864>Be we>Cavaliers three>Sir Ricardus, Sir Jeremy, and Sir James>Originally from Sevenboroughs>Though we forsook that world when we entered Lord Ponsonby-Bannerman's service>As gallant knights of his circular table, we have been entrusted with his most dangerous battles>For we knights never shirk from any danger>Not even this one>With Sir Ricardus in the Castigator>Sir Jeremy in the Preceptor>And Sir James in the Castellan>For more than a century we have served>Through thick and thin>Ice worlds, desert worlds, you name it>But now we face our personal archenemy>Our corrupted kin>Fallen to the worship of who know what>An insult on our honour and our heritage>We of course, cannot ignore this>While Sir James would prefer a more cautious approach he was overruled>The warhorn is blown>In combination with Sir Jeremy's personal warcry"POOOWWWAAARRR"
>>98124193>>98124494>Be Inquisitor Hengest >As i finish up the call the Lych guard move in to attack the felinids>The overlord meanwhile destroys the centaur and headbutts me before I can react >He then grabs me by the collar and introduces himself>A court gardener aye>He throws me to the ground and demands I stand up>As I do my suits in built geiger counter starts reading >Shit!>Bellow out as loud as I can"RADIATION EVERYONE OUT!">I'll stay behind at least as will any remaining storm troopers>Stasis fields in the room start to teleport away just as a sudden loud thud is heard and the sound of a drill >Drilling all the way down and crashing into the vault >The Pod marked F-04-42>Its door bursts open and out comes the Abnormality >An impossibly tall humanoid plant monster with an apple for its head>It lets out a shrieking wail as vines burst forth from under it coating some of the room in its vines>It wraps around one of the lych guards which struggles in place>It slashes with its weapon but new vines take the place and only get far more aggressive>Perhaps if given time the entire tomb could be caked in the vines>Which combined with the radiation is why the Felinids must retreat as soon as they recover Tom>Hopefully they'll be able to link up with 2 and 3 Commando to get the seeds to The Red Knight
>>98124667just to double check... there is more than one Centaur half-track right? One for the felinids, one for the stormtroopers?
>>98125654Yeah should be 2 Centaurs. One that took the heavy brunt and another one.At least logistics wise anyway, all storm troopers should have just been in the hanger but some of the felinid posters mentioned them in the centaur
>>98124667>>98124494>>98124037>>98123746>>98123422>be Geomancer Nas'Deev>as im about to begin disassembly protocols on this little insignificant biological vermin>a bigger one runs up and shoots me in the ocular sensor with a directed-energy antipersonnel weapon >i drop the vermin more out of shock than any actual damage>as i slither close ready to bisect the annoyance something grabs my necrodermis>i turn>the fuck is that thing?>its a mixture of Immaterium and organic matter>i slash at its tendrils as i decide removal of this "thing" takes priority if im to ensure the mortals do not escape >i run two subroutines through the command line \>im sure my Overlord will overlook this breach in protocol since his precious seeds are on the line>first is PROTOCOL OF THE SUDDEN STORM>those in range of my commands will be able to move quicker and open fire on the invaders>i issue a priority command to focus fire on their haphazard vehicles>the second i utilize on myself, CYNOSURE OF ERADICATION>i understand the Immaterium, if given the chance it will heal any damage taken so a focus must be made to eliminate it all at once"This unit requests its Overlord allow it to deal with this abomination and its remains be left for my personal study. That my Overlord be granted free passage to remove the invaders...save the one this unit wishes to disassemble." >there was another smaller invader as well i spotted while inspecting the other adolescent>it appeared to have immaterium connections that i would love to see the differences in their brain tissues if such abilities leave physical changes
>>98124444>>98122600>be Lady Marie de Antoi'nette Clouseau Poirot de Nicolett>besides my wedding this might be the most humiliating day of my life>my Retinue doesnt speak and neither does his until he enters >Connard prétentieux>his title is shortened so he must genuinely want to see what i have to offer>i get several hidden commicates from various members of my retunine asking what the hells happened and why i ended up here and what the hells i was thinking and so on>i keep my smile up but its basically a porcine mask"Roquejeoffre, introduce me">his vox augetic blasts out my introduction "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, ruler of 44 worlds, and 160 colonies across the wider sectors and sub sectors, and many more besides" >i take a glass of wine and have to force myself not to gag>Bon Dieu Empereur, est-ce que c'est ce qu'ils considèrent comme de l'ordure Amasec?>i place it back down as he speaks first >fair enough its his ship"Now then, my dear. I do hope you have enjoyed your short stay abroad my ship. Now, what would you like to discuss?">i look to his grandson"Lord Admiral Henry made me....feel as welcomed as a Nicolett could be aboard one of your ships i suppose.">i had the map removed from my Corset and placed in a sealed container>a servitor dressed in Scintilla colors takes the box half way down the table where a servitor in Praetoria colors before delivering it to his side>ever since the great war between our houses neither House has dared to touch the other>literally"as to why i am here, i bring a gift as a désolé de déranger.">i swill the amasec as he looks the map over1/2
>be Imperial Navy ace pilot Aquila-13, leader of Aquila Squadron the "Yellow Tails">be assisting Imperial forces over Fort Ar'Babil with the rest of Aquila Squadron>we have suppressed the heretic air defenses, allowing the Avengers and Vultures free reign over the airspace>out of Hellstrike missiles, I turn to strafing runs on heretic trench line>the auto-cannon shells, as one can imagine, can do nasty things to human body...>Though I cannot see how many I have killed...>I feels like shoot fish in a barrel>but I know better than to feel pity for these heretics>I swing around for another run...>I spot a black clad chaos astartes>there... a perfect target>I dive for him...>I lock on with my targeting cogitator and fire a burst of auto-cannon shells...>the Chaos marine... to its credit fires a rocket at my thunderbolt...>I roll left to dodge it>but my shells hit their mark and dismember the traitorous Astarte...>I pull up to gain altitude and search for more targets...>then... my auspex lights up!>air contacts coming in from the south>those are definitely not ours>also... >FINALLY! AIR TO AIR COMBAT!>I vox Aquila squadron on our shared net..."Aquila Squadron! Be advised! Incoming hostile air contacts! prepare to engage!">Aquila squadron reforms it's formation on me>as they come closer our auspex is able identify the contacts...>necrons...>a formation of five "Doom Scythes"
>>98126042"you might be able to leverage quite a bit from them if you find it first">i stop"or correct whatever grim misgivings happened between their chapter and yourself on Chyna Secundus you know how people talk">its more for appearances for my own house at this point than actual spite"all i ask is you consider what i have to offer, i understand you are now the defacto ruler of Pershah Gulf?">this is where i get back on my feet"you see i have quite a few extractors in my hold at the moment, all blessed by the high Pontifex himself. Who just so happened to issue an order that only blessed promethium can be sold across the sector's various crusades at the moment." >i put on my most winning smile in hopes he sees this for the multiple planets worths of thrones we will make "if you were to perhaps sign a deal leasing these extractors the promethium orders could be filled immediately instead of the many many months it would take for replacements to arrive from your own holdings">now to sweeten the pot and take a hit to my own ego"of course you would take the larger sum of the earnings given its your world for the moment, but time est thrones, non? it be quite awful if say one of the other rogue trader houses filled the market from another promethium world while the silly business on world disrupted the tithe...">yes, the one thing all rouge traders fear save perhaps the wrath of the Empereur Dieu himself>with how devastated the world is, the Tithe would take most if not all of promethium produced from this world at current maximum production for the next (if Quesnay's calculations are correct) 356 years>i unfold my hands and sit back"Avons-nous un accord, Monsieur Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman?" 2/2
>>98124037>>98124193>>98124667>>98125930>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">still be inside the necron vault with the strike team>after shooting that snake looking necron, this tense standoff turned into a fire fight>I am able to grab Lil Tom and drag his ass into cover>a couple of my men are disintegrated by the nercons while give me coving fire...>I won't easily forget their sacrifice>while in cover, I'm checking over Lil' Tom>the Inquisitor is yelling about deploying a drop pod onto our location...>is he mad?! >I don't think those can reach us down here!>then I see the "Overlord" destroy my Centaur>shit... we are down to one now...>then it, grab the Inquisitor by the neck>it goes one monologue about us destroying our own worlds before throwing him to the ground>then my auspex starts chirpping>radiation levels are increasing >OH BLOODY FETH!>these fuckers are gonna bake us inside out!>the Inquisitor yells for us to evacuate! >does he really want us to leave him behind?!>I dont question it further>I grab both Lil' Tom and Tiny Tam and make for the last remaining Centaur half-track>as I throw those kids in the back... I see a drop pod crash in thru the roof!>I opens up revealing a... tree?>then extends these vines and binds the necrons in place>I get into the driver seat of the last Centaur and fire up the engine>I order my squad to mount up, Sgt. McPurr included...>once my surviving squadies are abord, I floor it!>I drive out of the vault and make for the way we came>Emperor knows I feel guilty for leaving that Inquisitor behind...
>>98124494>>98124667>>98125930>>98126192>Be Overlord Menthesuphis the Horticulturist>What the fuck?>What the fuck is that thing?>It looks like something out of an Necrontyr horror book>The ones for children that is>A tree at that >Though any curiosity I might have dies as soon as it attack my Lychguard>Shoot at it>That plant is an invasive alien species>Then Nas'Deev pings me>Because he want permission to deal with this 'thing' >Which will probably mean he'll do all matter of scientific experiments with it>He also wants to do it with the rest of the invaders"Yes, you have my permission Nas'Deev, I don't know what it is, but its plantlike properties interest me, consider those catmen your reward when you have captured it.">But that does not mean I am out of tricks>Exodus is still on-going>Currently the main hull is being completed>The reserve batteries and genarators are on board>As are more and more of my precious plantseeds>More and more Necrons are being teleported aboard>As the tomb begins to contract, the mountains, now without underlying support, begin to collapse>Three out of three shards have been loaded up>As are our chache of superweapons>I trust Nas'Deev and his cryptothralls as well as other forces can deal with the tree-creature>But I am not yet done with the inquisitor>Time to give him something special>I raise my empty hand>Shooting forth mind-shackle scarabs>I don't care if they hit their mark>He seems to know enough about us>So the little buggers will give him the scare of a lifetime
>>98124667>>98125930>>98126192>Be Inquisitor Hengest >The Abnormality is very effective>Its even temporarily held the attention of the Geomancer >It wants to study the Abnormality once it is dead>I'm not certain what will happen if the Abnormality dies>Ayin was very vague and merely said something about it returning to its containment cell>Regardless I need to focus on this situation now!>The Lieutenant and his felinids have gunned it for the second Centaur>one the Necrons not dealing with the Abnormality have gone to attack>His unit gets in and begins to gun it>Go save yourselves to fight another day>Get that package out of the tomb>I send a heavily encrypted message to The Red Knight>"I'm probably not going to make it through this, 2 Commando is to link up with the felinids Winter guard and retrieve the package of seeds as requested by Lord Ayin. Send message to Lord Ayin about his package being aboard The Red Knight">With the message sent I exhale and lock my hand around my plasma pistol>I open fire on the enemy alongside the remaining storm troopers>Snow White's Apple continues to spread its vines indiscriminately attacking everything>Not even my men are safe as one is violently impaled >I just got to hold out, make sure the felinids get past the area where the first nuke was armed and then I can detonate>Provided the overlord hasnt sent any men to mess with them>I pray to The Emperor that this truly final gambit pays off>And that the twin nuclear detonations take this tomb and the Abnormality with me>I am uncertain if Vortigern will find a new replacement of me>Seeing as I have no pupil of my own>I guess I have Morgan Le Fae>Shes the closest thing to an Inquisitorial acolyte I have>Forgive me Lord Vortigern>I would have liked to drink with everyone one last time
>>98126258>>98126250>Still be Inquisitor Hengest >The overlord fires mindshackle scarabs at me>So I have to expend the last of my plasma to make sure they dont get me>I do not want them to take control and make me not use the nukes>I am out of ammo now>So I grab a hotshot lasgun>Mountain is collapsing in on the tomb >I look at the felinids progress and then to the trigger>May The God Emperor protect all his loyal subjects>Click
>>98124444>>98126042>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader>My seneschal brings a plate of liquor"The sherry if you please.">She introduces herself as well>I can tell from her facial spasms she doesn't like the amasec>Bad choice, you should have ordered something we actually like>Sure, sherry is technically amasec>But it is fortified, so it doesn't count>She then passes me a map>Of the Peacock Throne>With a load of hogwash about eternal life >Archaeologically incompatible with clues already gathered>She implicates things something about the boys with Covenant of Fire>Truth be told, I don't care>My animosity was more against a specific force of the chapter>And after they got lost in the warpstorm>And my inquisitorial contacts confirmed the one responsible was punished duly >Me and the Chapter Master quietly agreed that the whole incident never happend>As you do with inter-imperial conflicts>"all i ask is you consider what i have to offer, i understand you are now the defacto ruler of Pershah Gulf?""Oh I wouldn't say that, I am more of a patron to the soon to be planetary governor, a young, and bright woman I met.">An eager puppet via a deal I made with her father, in exchange for free camels>She then insinuates something about extractiums and how the high Pontifex has blessed them>I smirk at this, and glance to my side>My personnel clergyman Archbishop Whitmore already seems eager to burst out in a sermon about popish decadence"Ahhhhh, you haven't been paying attention to your history lessons, might I recall your intentions to something that happened during the age of apostasy, during the reign of my ancestor Elizabeth?">I gesture to a portrait of a thin, pale, red-haired woman in richly decorated silk clothing, looking down upon the assembled crowd"Good Queen Bess trounced the Armada of Sancho Diaz in the subsequent war, and the ecclesiarch has kept quiet ever since."(1/2)
>>98126360>While playing schoolmaster is fine and all>I do have other things to do"Archbishop Whitmore?""Your Lordship?""As supreme governor of the Avalonian Church, I do hereby declare the extractiums of Pershah blessed. Please confirm and ratify it for me.""As Archbishop I do hereby confirm and ratify your blessing of the extractiums, your lordship.">I turn my attention back to Marie"Problem solved">"if you were to perhaps sign a deal leasing these extractors the promethium orders could be filled immediately instead of the many many months it would take for replacements to arrive from your own holdings">And why would I do that? I already squared the circle>"of course you would take the larger sum of the earnings given its your world for the moment, but time est thrones, non? it be quite awful if say one of the other rogue trader houses filled the market from another promethium world while the silly business on world disrupted the tithe...">That is your threat?>To flood the market?>In spite of the fact that the sheer amount of destruction of this planet has already shot the price through the roof?>The war here is already public news, and last I heard from my old Groxford roommates in the administratum they are expecting a hit in the tithe>If not I can always make a fell calls>And besides that, I can always ship in the extra promethium from other sources>After all, if its going to be worth less than a leaf on a forest world I might as well"I am afraid I am going to have to decline, my lady, I do not feel like such an agreement would be in my interest, nor in the interest of the poor people of Pershah"(2/2)
>>98126258>>98125930>>98122077>be initiate Axum>the great crusade calls to all loyal sons of the growing Imperium>reports are that the Emperor himself has appointed one of his chosen sons as warmaster and that we might see him>should we survive our initiation that is>Nocturne is a dangerous world and the trials to join the brave Adeptus Astarties is nigh impossible >many of us did not make it>but more than would have if not for Kaleb "we are to represent humanity! we cannot give up now! a little further brothers!">we cross the finish line carrying the pelts of Salamanders a full score of us>though i cross it first, all honor rightfully goes to Kaleb>we are all to be Sons of Vulkan!>the pain of the ascension is without equal>the geneseed is implanted as we undergo transformations to mind and body to face the horrors that separate humanity from its new golden age>more brothers cannot handle the transformations and are lost as well>But not Kaleb>none of us had doubts he would make it>i cannot wait to see him when i am released"this one as well...">i hear voices outside the tank"are you sure Archmagos?""please, this is me we're talking about...">that was the first time i heard Cawl's voice>and the agony of the apothecaries would seem like a dream>be Company Commander Axum>i awaken under water, my helmet screaming a thousand alerts as i push up, armor digging and sliding under silt and soil in a pristine lake underground>the monster i was fighting is gone>either seeking new targets or so heavy its sank like a stone>i pull myself out of the water as i push forward>the tomb is coming apart>large swaths of the necron garden is being teleported in sections as i rush out of the garden area, blasting enemy necrons>i dont intend to go down easily despite being surrounded as i come to a large monolith hanger >it appears the enemy is more entrenched on this world than i had believed>suddenly i spot a Guard Centaur vehicle>Lieutenant?
>>98126360>>98126042>be Lady Marie de Antoi'nette Clouseau Poirot de Nicolett>im about to stand up and scream at the old bastard when the servo skull of Hercule starts laughing at the top of its lungs>or lack thereof "bien joué mon vieil ami, tu ne changes pas d'un poil, pardonnez à la pauvre fille, elle est encore en train d'apprendre les ficelles, non ?">im so stunned i forget my rage and remember my station, returning to my usual soft porcelain smile"Very well, merci for listening to my request regardless and for your hospitality." >i rise from my seat with proper nobility"oh and just before i forget. I do hope you plan to do more than just that to get those promethium extractors cleaned. A friend of moi, Archmagos Bra-1lle in the Ordo Juris reported they were sending someone out to inspect for unclean machine spirits. The Mechanicus are far less easy to sway with words and ancestry" >i turn my back as we ready to depart for Dieu'tateur>im silently fuming all the way>there is no way around it, i was thoroughly and entirely humiliated this time>but unlike my ancestors i dont intent to keep fighting for a lost cause or spite>there are a few other avenues to wealth on Pershah and i intent to get SOMETHING for everything ive had to endure >as we depart i double check the scanned holo-copy of the map i made before handing it over"Roquejeoffre, send this data to the Covenant of Fire Marines at once with compliments from House Nicolett, and send warning that Lord Ponsonby-Bannerman might be searching for it as well" >the private vox information is sent as i look over my ship>as infuriating as he is, i have to admit he's quite the rogue trader>perhaps Hercule was right to see something in him?>i should ask him about it before we put him back in stasis>...>non, i just need some REAL wine>i can see the effects of the chaos ritual over Ar'Saudi in orbit>should i use that yet?>non, better to save it>id rather not show all my hands on one world
>>98124116>Be Major Gareth >We keep pressing forward now with the help of the Phantines>Covering our range weakness whilst we destroy anything dumb enough to charge mass meltas >Able to cross to the western wall to plant melta charges>Once they are armed our attention is towards the citadel>Above the yellow tails engage in aerial fighting>Our vultures disengage and keep focusing on the citadel>Once we are far enough from the walls we detonate the melta charges>Bringing down the North, East and West walls >Chatter amongst the vox indicates the defenders in trenchline 3 were not expecting it>Forcing them to try and survive falling rockcrete debris >It also means the other regiments will be able to join us in the assault on the citadel directly once they are over the trenches>damn do I love being in the guard
>>98126494>>98126413>>98126258>be Forgemaster Ta'Shawn>Company Commander Axum dealt with the Skorpekh lord>however the unstable nature of the necron tomb meant he was cut off from the rest of our forces leaving me in command>logically >we receive a ping from the battle barge than one of the Rogue Trader houses has located local areological surveys relating to the missing forge of Vulkan>affirmative>it comes with a warning that the Rogue Trader Bannerman is also looking for it>logically, my profile on him stated he was an avid collector of historical items >he also has shown that he is not above interfering with the Covenant of Fire if it suits him>however he also logically has shown to hold no long term grudge following the departure of Apothecary Aftse>logically>however it is still in our best interest to not prolong our search>the gift is accepted with gratitude and promises of the memory of the sons of Vulkan being as enduring as adamantine >the map shortens the search to an area roughly within the hands of the Berber tribesWARNING: Detonations detected underground>many of my brothers react in panic but reissue our orders>we begin pulling back forces from battling the necrons to focus on the search for the Forge of Vulkan on world>priority alpha>many are wary but do not protest the commands to allow the necrons to pull back>until such time as we can confirm the status of Commander Axum, i am in command
>>98126636>>98126413>>98124228>>98123740>be Company Champion Ez'ana >i picked a squad of storm shield armed warriors to deploy with me into Hive Ar'Saudi>but the magic of the arch enemy is strong here>we have managed to link up with the still loyal PDF and Sisters of Battle>i bring my shield up to counter a blast of wild magic from a strange Tzeentch demon"oho! i haven't seen an outfit that bad outside of a gay Catachan night club">a portal opens as a Catachan Devil slithers out causing chaos on the PDF lines as i snarl in rage, focusing my fury into my flaming power maul i bring it down on the "genie" as it readies another mad quip >its head bursts like a soft fruit as i wait a moment for it to attempt to reform before thumbing the activation rune again as it explodes in a flurry of blue mist and sand>these daemons can be banished but not easily>i spot a Sister of Battle and one of my helmed battle brothers in a nearby door way>a way up!>i shout to the Canoness"THERE! they found a way up to the daemon causing this madness!">i push forward as i shout to them"HOLD THE DOOR, WE SHALL JOIN YOU!">they freeze clearly relieved to be gaining reinforcements from their battle brothers and sisters >it might take some time for us to push to their location in mass>hopefully they can hold out
>>98126280>Be Sanctioned Psyker Caradoc >Finished cleaning up the destroyed ritual site>When I'm alerted by The Red Knight >Inquisitor Hengest wants us to link up with some Felinids who have acquired a package for Lord Ayin>Apparently the Inquisitor has activated both Snow Whites Apple and two nuclear warheads in the necron tomb>I will miss Hengest, he took me in when the regiment I was attached to was massacred by Orks>So I call in for Valkyries>We are to go to the mountain range and get that package >We'll return back to The Red Knight and await Lord Ayin when we recover it>When the Valkyries arrive we load up>Off to the mountains we go>Nashandra, Bors and Maegor all sit in silence>Each processing the news of Hengest's death>Nashandra softly weeps so I comfort her whilst Bors recites a tale of a happier time>Maegor stays in silence>I suppose we'll soon be under the care of Morgan Le Fae when we return>It'll be weird calling her ma'am when she becomes Inquistor
>>98112581>>>/qst/
>>98121729>>98126514>Be General Connerius>Sho>Theshe chaps sheem to love themselves some melta>I can appreciate the practicality >But I am far too used to my autogun>Mow down shome heretics>I know what I am doing>I fought my way out of an encirclement before>And that was on an open field>With heavy enemy armour all around>Take the higher ground>Sho our Sharpshooters can take aim>Trying to breach the wall are they>We'll offer covering fire
>>98126514>>98126743>Be Lord General Alister Beatty >With supportive covering fire of General Connerius' men we were able to set up the melta charges in the walls and detonate them>Now for the citadel>Which is getting pelted by Vultures>Here is the true heart of the enemy >Perhaps here we will finally decapitate the enemy commander and send these heretics into a spiral of broken morale>I call for the Montags to push forward>Press the attack whilst the Phantines cover us >Ordering any remaining melta charges to be put onto the citadel walls>Won't be as great of an explosion as the other walls were but it should be enough to get my regiment in>And to cause some structural integrity thereby disrupting any rituals>Might even bring the leader out of hiding >We've still got a score to settle me and him>Be Major Gareth >Fighting is intense here>Thought it already was dealing with the other walls>Now? >Heavier enemy armoured infantry >We can deal with it but they can also dish it back>At least there's going to be plenty of ceramite to purify and smelt down >Should we be able to salvage whats left of this fort once we're done with it
>>98126250>>98126258>>98126280>Be Overlord Menthesuphis the Horticulturist>What the>Shit>As nuclear fire consumes my necrodermis body I am teleported away in the nick of time>Right onto the bridge of the Botanic Ark>Which, in spite of missing its main power supply can still fuction>And the scarabs and crypteks are already hard at work building a replacement>But more importantly>My command infrastructure and most of my seeds are on board>Eat shit humanity>Well, I suppose I need to whip the C'tan into action>Start teleporting the remains of the tomb over that haven't been irrevocably damaged>As well as what few Necron warriors remain on the planet>None of Matras and his dishonoured though>Let this be their punishment>The pylons on the planet surface come loose as well>And start to float>I wait a moment, then I give the order>The pylons shoot into the forests I created, lifting them up from the earth>One by one the pieces start to come into space, whereupon they are encapsulated in a stasis-field>For safe keeping>Afterwards the pylons slot themselves into the ship>I give top priority to either repair or retrieve Cryptek Nas'Deev>For I will have need of his expertise>I sit upon my throne, the seeds floating in front of me>Hmph, if I can't make this world blossom then I shall find another, more worthy of my diligence>We do have the Abattoir and the other good stuff abroad>But first I make an announcment>Both over the human voxlines>And over the Necron network"You have proven yourself to be an enemy of nature, and with that of all life, you would squander the paradise I would have made this world, and as such I shall withdraw my creation. As to the destroyers who yet dwell upon this world, it is as you wished, dead, so I banish you from my court, for now and forever, do not seek me out, let this sandbox be your prison.">The fleet powers up>For I am leaving>First to see the Phaeron>And if circumstances permit>The Silent King
>>98124533>>98123693>>98126743>>98126791>Be Farseer Isendavar>Slaughtering my way through the chaos line>PRAISE BE TO KAELA MENSHA KHAINE>Heads exploding>Or being chopped off>For their talk about being true warriors these chaos chumps die rather easily>The Imperials are breaking through>Justasplanned.fate>The weave is unstable>Fate itself is unclear>It's up for grabs>But the conclusion is coming near>And I can foresee a few things>Either they stand, or they flee>Galmon will most likely leave Haek out to hang>He doesn't appreciate failure>But neither can he allowed to make it back with whatever he recovered>So I nudge the pendulum>The Tzeenchtian is here>But his god is the most fickle of all>And doesn't necessarily >Roshi needs to make it to the command centre>So I am clearing out the corridors>I do lend him some of my foresight>He's a psyker>And damned good one, so he can both handle and make sense of it>I don't care how many I must kill to achieve that>For I only reap a tally in the name of the Bloody-Handed God>Who strangely isn't the Blood God>But it does mean that when I murder it feeds the Eldar God>And not the Chaos God
>>98126807>>98126413>be Skorpekh Lord Angra Matras>i am drowning >wait>i have no need to breathe>the weight of my body is keeping me in the sediment while the living one i was fighting retreats to the surface>i try to crawl out but i sink deeper in>rocks are begining to fall into the water as my arm becomes pinned >i try to request teleportation when i see the glyphs sent by Nas'DeevÏ̸̯̟̺̉̑͊͝ ̴̯̖͂̊͂s̵̜̪̣̪͌ě̶̪̺̺̞̈̋ͅĕ̶̡̡̏̌̐>perhaps in a few eons he will come find what is left of me>if there is anything F̶̰̟͐̇̂̕ơ̶̹̙̎̾ȑ̴͍̱̪͚̋͂̽g̷͖̔͋͌̆i̵͓̘̟͇̓̈ṿ̵̢͇̱̈́e̵̤͇͓͐͋͠ͅ ̴̡̨̠͙̈́y̵̹̯̒͝ỏ̸̢̭̹̩̽ú̴̞̝̰̐r̷̹͚̎͐̓ ̸̱͂̽͐̏̓f̴̳͎̍̈́͑ö̴̠̞̻́̐̒o̸̮͓̯̭̎̀l̶̬͕͉͔͎̋̈́̀i̴̠͚̖̓̓̚͘ș̴̝̺̂̿̄͂̓͜ͅh̸̘̬̺̎͑̓̚ ̵͓̥̃́͂̄ś̵͙̍è̶͉r̵̰̯̻̰̭̀͠v̷͕̰̎̈́a̵̛̠̣̞͂͜n̶̢̳͂͠t̷̳̹͖͍̋̽̐̓͗ ̵̞̖̰͋m̵̧͍̙͚̱̒̽̓̕y̷̺̏ ̵̟̻̮͚̉̈́̔̃̆l̷̹͔̝͖̂͂o̴̧̤͕̓̾̒̋ř̵̰̦̪̓͘͝d̴̸̡͎͙̭͕̼̍̔̂͐̆͋͠Ň̷̨̝̟́o̵̶̺̮̣̗̿̆̔͂͠F̴͇̬̼͗o̵̜̠̯͂r̶̡͎̪̮̐͋̀́ͅg̸̡̙̦̖̀͘͘͜i̵̟̗̐̑͝v̴͚͈̌̍̔̂͘ę̶̡̪̙̇̈̈̃ ̵̧̭̖͈̬̀̉̊͂y̵͈͖̫̋̂͌̈̑ǭ̶̦͈̙̰ȕ̴̜͍̹̍͒͘͝r̴͎̺̦̾͑̓̑ ̸̰̹̙͓͙̆͊̈́f̶̻̹͚͔͂o̶̼͔̔̉́͝͝ö̵̘̯͆̄͗̉ḻ̵̈́̾͑̊́i̴̗̦̜̓̈́͒̓̔s̵͓̫̉̕h̴̩̙͎͊̋̄ ̴̦̪̳͉̣͂̾̀̂̒f̵̼̯̟̌͋̔r̸͉̪͖̪̈į̶͎͓̍e̷̹̟̱̎͊̍̕ń̴̮̯̼͈̱̿̈d̷̀̋......hello Nebneshet.no i dont remember falling asleepyes i know i should be more attentive as Menthesuphis's guardyes dearlook he's out by the garden always so proud of the plants he can get to live under that damned sun of ourshmmmi feel like i forgotten somethingi dont rememberi just remember feeling...angry?no you're right that doesnt sound like meyes im coming dearill be right ther-
>>98126360>>98126494>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader"Fergus""Aye?""See to it that they leave.""As yer lairdship desires.">She keeps going on about games>Well, I did play a game with a Nicolett once>I may or may not have carried on a affair with her grandmother>You ought to have beheld her most bountiful bosom>And her accent>I daresay, was arousing, rather than being earbleeding >The finest aspect, however, was her complexion, as pale as polished marble"Mon rayon de lune argenté adoré">Henry looks at me"Oh, I was just reminiscing.""Seneschal""My Lord""Prepare the iced-cream, and scrub the floors those ingrates walked on, with extra polish.""As your lordship wishes.">A Hercule>It was good to see you again>Even if you only where a skull>But I suppose the 'little grey cells' have decided to stick around>I am however, going back down planetside>Her vague threats about bringing down the mechanicus aside>But that is something I have been meaning to fix>I am not even going to bother with that forge>Considering what the necrons just did I doubt has survived>But there are treasures hidden in the sands>This time around, I make certain no is following me>Administratum records are much like those meals you get at the schola>99.9999% of the time you get bland garbage that tastes like cardboard>But, once every blue moon the God-Emperor smiles upon you>And grants you a boon>Which is why I am riding my camel, Lawrence and the bedouins at my side>Planets like these hold more treasures>And my multicompass is like a bloodhound in sniffing them out>That's why I am going into the dunes>To a place long forgotten>The other half of the Phantines I brought along keep a perimeter around this area>Far enough that they can't be traced to me>Close enough that any approach will be noticed>The ships auspex will also help with that"Alright lads, this is the spot, start digging.">By hand>The machines come later
>>98126645>>98123740>>98124228>Be Spencer>FUCK>all pity i had for Priscillla goes out the voidlock as its back to my usual annoyance >she took too long and whatever forces in the universe likes watching her misfortune caught up to us>AGAIN>granted im not giving her much to work with but that excuse only buys you so much time when all you need to do is slip into something and you're covered in lube>both the Sisters of Battle AND a bunch of Covenant of Fire marines saw us by the open door and assumed we were doing recon or something >so their trying to fight there way towards us >i debate closing the door and trying the orginal plan of just going for a floor i can survive repelling down from while carrying Priscilla but I really dont want to go back into that demented clown house>i should be fine under my helmet>keyword "should">Priscilla on the other hand doesnt have a helmet>either the sister lost it when she lost her head or judging by the state of the armor she was one of those "my face is my shield" types of masochists>im panicking as i look around and try to find something to cover her face so we can try and convince the incoming imperials we are in fact neither chaos marines or grave robbers but instead bravely going to hold the rear guard while they go do something "heroic">i decide to just grab the nearest helmet i can find in the battle regardless of if it fits her or not as i slam it onto her as i offer a salute to the approaching space marine"Scout Foedus Ignis reporting a route to the ritual site sir!">please whoever the Sect prays to let him buy this as i try to keep Priscilla behind me enough that they can't get a clear view of her face>i should have wounded myself, then id have an excuse to retreat>Covenant of Fire is absent a medicae since theirs went and pissed off a rogue trader or something>to be honest Chyna was a shit show and i was hunting a super heavy tank on a hunch from a psyker felinid>gods my career sucks
>>98127869(also Spencer is still in his Covenant of Fire outfit i just liked the way that Deathwatch art looked)
>>98126258>>98126280>>98126413>>98126807>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">be with whats left of my recon team>be driving the Centaur RSV at full speed for the exit of the necron tomb>be also praying to the Emperor to preserve our sorry asses>we reach the hangar...>no Eldar or Stormtroopers to be found... >just green piles of ash, and some necron warriors...>they of course open fire!>they hit a couple of my men...>I run them over at full speed for the trouble...>I look behind me...>Its just Tiny Tam, Lil' Tom, Sgt. McPurr and myself now...>I speed out of the hangar and make for the hills south of here>its morning now... casting the forest in soft orange light>I then notice... and Astartes?>I turn in his direction>as we come closer I recognize the armor>its Axum!>I pull up next to him and motion for him to come aboard"we gotta get out of here! this place is gonna blow any second now!">he clambers aboard and I floor it!>I answer his question before he asks it..."The Inquisitor is going detonate a couple nukes in that tomb complex! We gotta put some distance between us and it pronto">I take the road we took here and drive up the hill>minutes later*BOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooM*>I look behind us to ground around the tomb heave up and that collapse>it fills the air with dust>my auspex's geiger counter spikes briefly...>most of the radiation being absorbed by the earth surrounding the detonation>I come to a stop and look to Axum and Tam
will post for Lord Galmon shortly...I just got back from work and need dinner
>>98123693>>98126878>be Lord Galmon>be in the citadel command center with two of my scions...>my scion Haek "The Butcher" kneels before me...>I am... disappointed in him"You have failed me scion Haek... I am more than disappointed...">I move closer and tower above him..."Now tell me... why should I allow you to continue to serve me?">and by that, I mean let him live>Haek certainly knows that too>but he finds his words..."My most glorious lord... I had not planned for the intervention of loyalist astartes! Had they not arrived this world be but yours my lord!">I wait for him to continue..."But more importantly! I have a gift for you my lord! It is arsenal vaults beneath us!">now he has my interest..."Oh? Do take me to this gift Haek. If it impresses me, I may allow you to continue your service to me.">he rises to his feet and bows"Right this way me lord!">I follow Haek to the lowest levels of the citadel, with Kronerberg and my two Daemonkin honor guard right behind me>the three ready to strike if Haek even tries to betray me...>the arsenal vaults are truly massive>countless crates of arms and munitions!>tanks lined in the hundreds>is this his gift? >Impressive to be sure, but not enough to erase the stain of his failure...>he then stops at a set of three massive shipping containers...>they are red with black-yellow hazard stripes and bio-hazard warning sigils>Haek turns back to me..."Your gifts my lord!">I look at the containers..."Open them Haek... I have not the time to waste...">he nods but of course my lord>he opens one...>and low and behold...>a virus-bomb
>>98126878>>98123690>>98128151>be Lord Inqusitor Master Roshi Oda Toriko Akirama of the Ordos Xenos>Isendavar clears the way for me as the path becomes clear>is this what it feels like to see the future as the Eldar do>heh>bet i could have used this back in the day when i got caught in that Our Martyred Lady laundry convent>still there is a lot of trust sharing something like this with me>i could say any number of things to my old friend but he already knows everything i could say before i even say it>even if he wasn't a farseer>and i think he knows how this is going to go>still you never know>that's the thing about humanity, we never seem to stay content with our lot>from the early legends of Terra to the last stand of Cadia to the return of the Lord Commander Gulliman himself we never are content to let fate play out >to say we reached our limit>my limit>i was content to settle into a retirement teaching and watching the next generation take my place>maybe sneak a few panties here and there to keep things interesting >but why?>my limitatations can go straight to hell>i put all my biomancy into action>the years melt away as i enhance muscle and physical strength to astartes levels as i push myself to use the openings im given>big bastard is moved the Virus Bomb to the center of the fortress with the arrival of Kronerberg there is no chance of a portal large enough to snaek the bomb to their ship, he's a master of warp teleportation and could just as easily teleport every trooper individually as opposed to in a large portal like Mingmo did>hopefully the Sect can use the fact Haek is trying to buy favor the way Khorne servants always try to buy favour>weapons and arms>sneaking the bomb into the tower wont cripple his fleet but detonating it here and denying him several thousand troops and perhaps his life is our best we can hope for1/2
>>98128172>i push to the Citadel as i see him, Haek, and Kronerberg>and the bomb>heh, not too bad for a tax evader, big bastard"so...you got our present?">i get into position as i ready myself>in all my years i found there are many ways to master various schools of the warp techniques psykers use>but none are as powerful as this>focusing all one's psyhic might into one blast aimed with pure focus and noble intent>only by mastering the art of peace in addition to the art of war can one focus their entire psyhic being into a single attack>i call it the "the one set apart">it is the only technique of this school i have dubbed the Kai-Mancy>Galmon will easily be able to escape unless someone is distracting him >time to show how distracting i can really be"Ka-me-ha-me-HA!!!"2/2
>>98128172>>98128176>be Lord Galmon>be inside the arsenal with Haek, Kronerberg and my Daemonkin honor guard>I look at the three containers...>three virus bombs"Most impressive Haek... most impressive. You have bought yourself a second chance">we move the virus bombs back to the command center >just as we return*crash*>an old but very muscular man barges in through one of the armored doors.>I nearly mistake him for an astartes without his amor"so...you got our present?">what?! >how does he know?!>he takes a combative stance...>this might be entertaining...>warp energy starts building up in his hands>oh... that is a surprise>he might actually be dangerous >he starts yelling"Ka-me-ha-me-HA!!!">just as he is about to shoot the beam of energy, I grab Haek and toss him at the old man"My Lor-">Haek is instantly vaporized by the energy blast>pickrelated.jpg>I turn to my Daemonkin"Kill him">they charge forth to do battle with the geriatric interloper >I do this to gage this old man's strength>in the meantime.."Kronerberg! Prepare a teleportation ritual! I want these virus bombs back on my flagship!"And that's where I end it for the night! See you anons tomorrow!
>>98124557>>98123864>>98119182>be Sargent Packmaster Rùoshuǐ of the Emperor's Forsaken>we had managed to push to the first trench line when some warp shit started happening >we might get shot for cowardice if we admitted it but i had the Forsaken give it a wide birth>Thank the Jade emperor i did since several chaos knights and a mix of daemons, chaos space marines, and other "things" appear out of nowhere in flashes of strange teleportation magic>the vox explodes as every force suddenly finds themselves over committed and facing attacks on their flanks that were not there before>the traitors defenders seem to do the same as they now surge to attack leaving other defenses unprotected as the swarm eager to show their value to a "Lord Galmon">fuck>before i can order the anti armor forward all three knights charge forward as one screams "POOOWWWARRRR">ive heard of these tossers before>kicked out for making adjustments to their knights and generally causing mayhem>no wonder Lord Peregrine took notice of them>i order the Emperor's Forsaken to provide assistance >of all the forces it sounds like the Scintillans over committed the most>id feel bad>but i remember the carriage incident at the start of this whole campaign so fuck it, the sun never sets on the Bannerman Empire snail eaters>that said the only one's continuing to make headway are, to no one surprise>the Krieg>the Mordian Iron Guard are pulling forces back to deal with the teleported chaos forces>its hard to say if this Galmon guy is actually this much of a tactical genius or if this is the result of the reports of a tzeentch incursion back in Ar'Saudi>either way, this all just got more complicated>i watch Sir Ricardus take a blow to his Knight Castigator >i think he calls it Oliver or something?>either way he seems pissed>he's going to need help"Bilby! i need you to unpack that crate labeled "tea packet 44"">i had planned to save it for her when she was in better spirits>but fuck it
So mods are just allowing /qst/ thread now?Or is there an exception in the rules for 40gay.
>>98128334>be Bilby Bagend>everyone is giving me a wide berth today>mainly because im glaring daggers that make a Angry Marine feel welcoming >its not so much the loss of profit that bothers me>though it doesnt help>its the fact that i heard the reports from Ar'Saudi>two daemonic incurrsions plus a rebellion>even if the kids live through that they're going to be marked for the penal legions>and unlike me are likely to end up believing what they're told>whats the point of it all"Bilby! i need you to unpack that crate labeled "tea packet 44"">focking fine>i crack open the tea packet and i feel a smirk hint on my face>you know my ol man always had a saying>if you're in a foul mood it always helps to go shoot some heretics in the face
>>98128334>>98128350>Be Colonel McArthain>Bannerman's oot in the desert>An' he's sent me oot tae help gie the kyein blow>Aboot fuckin' time>I've been itchin' tae dee siller somethin'>An' the Drookians are juist as eager>Aye, laddies, syne>We land near oor lines>Tae find the usual chaos a' daein' its wark>Teleportin' aboot an' makin' a mess>No if I've ony say in the matter>We finally maik landfall"Make ready! Get yersel' set for fricht, Drook gu bràth!">Under the hail o' the bagpipes we charge in>Gouge oot a cultist's ee>Then stab him in the spleen
>>98126878>>98128151>>98128172>>98128270>Be Farseer Isendavar>I come across the room>Right on schedule>I am not the Emperor>I can arrive on time>Humans are funny creatures>Before the Imperium, we used to get along>And every so once in a while we still do>Fate is indeed shifting>On the weave I catch his name>Kronerburg>Nil ann ach cleasai, agus tá an iomad measa aige air féin>The trickster thinks too much of himself>I nod to my seer council>I know its odd>But I know how to tip the scales>And they can handle themselves>This is something between old friends>I leave my helmet by the door>Just as Roshi disintegrates Haek>Ha! Serves him right>I jump to his side>I look to Galmon"A quaint excursion you made, though your parlour magic won't save you here.">I flex my muscles>Millennia of experience and prescience >The rope upon which I balance is getting slippery>But I have trod that road before>Some other Chaos Mon'Keigh comes close>I don't have time for this>I grab him>Power up my eyes>And burn out his soul>Which also makes his face melt>I throw him to the ground>Unsheathe my witchblade>And whistle for my singing spear>Then I hear Roshi say something"Prepare for trouble.">I grin"And make it double."
>>98126683>>98126807>>98127960>Be Sanctioned Psyker Caradoc >Valkyries are rapidly approaching the mountain range>Reports from The Red Knight indicate the Necron fleet was successfully able to recover their assets>And they are preparing to depart>Leaving only behind a destroyer cult>Well with no respawn point for them they can be dealt with more easily>The Red Knight also mentions how the Abnormality has teleported into its containment cell>Its regenerating from its death in the nuclear explosion>Interesting, will have to study it more>Preferably in safe conditions>As we come to the mountains the auspex spots the felinids>We set down close and the storm troopers of 2 Commando burst out on mass>Myself and the 3 other sanctioned psykers following behind>Time to introduce myself"Felinids, I am Caradoc, sanctioned psyker of Inquistor Hengest of the Ordos Kabbalah. I believe he entrusted you to recover a package for Lord Ayin also of the Ordos Kabbalah"
>>98126791>>98128270>>98128334>Be Major Gareth >Fighting towards the citadel is rough>Daemonic units are bolstering mortal allies>Swapped to my bolt pistol to better handle the enemy>Vox reports indicate the defenders are leaving certain positions to go more on the offense>Mordians have split to assist artillery>Krieg are consistently making good headway>Six Knights are on the field, 3 heretic and 3 Imperial >The forces of Bannerman are dealing with their side of the 1st trenchline at least>A beam of light shoots out from the citadel>Jesus fuck>I certainly wasnt expecting that
>>98126973>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader>Solitary quiet>Just the way I like it>Far away from the din of war>And from the Astartes>And de Nicolett>In the distance you can still see the smouldering ruins of Hive Ar'Babil>The place has nearly collapsed>Geological scans seem to indicate that there were once more than one river around these parts>Most of them dried up as the Imperium did its usual thing with planets>But around those rivers there is evidence of older human civilization>Fond of azure tile, weird winged lions with men's heads, and strange, pyramid-like structures>But the tech we found does date it to the Great Crusade>Which is supposedly when Vulkan came along>All in all very instering>I believe we found some chache of volkites >Not enough of them are in working order>But the magos explorator might put a few back together>The various statues and art I am already loading abroad>As are the various pieces of lost Archeotech dating back to the Crusade and Heresy>Including one tank or the other>But all of that pales in comparison to what was found in the depths of ziggurat>Strange markings>Unlike the local script>Runes>Squat-runes to be precise>Actual squats mind you, not those weird mining cogitator humpers>As well as a map>I have the murals removed for safekeeping>For in another building the emblem of the Imperial Fleet was discovered>And I am eager to find out what that could mean
>>98128334>>98117096>be Krieg Colonel #1946-88-19>Force Eins has been halted at Trench line 1 while the force i lead of Force Zwei has made it all the way to hill north>sudden daemonic incursions have forced the other forces to halt as enemy combatants attack formerly secure lines including the united Artillery Front>hmmm>we may crest 500,000 causalities after all >i spear a daemon through the chest and detonate my lance charge>i do not attempt to understand the enemy but these are an odd bunch >both daemonic and traitor guard i have faced but some of these are mixtures of the two>thankfully reports of an inquisitor on world should assist in post mission clean up, rank cleansings, and summary executions for possible warp taint>as we begin to crest hill north i order a full charge of the 444th Death Rider Calvary up the hill and lances forward to plant all remaining lance detonations at the base of the imperial wall>if the wall breaks we clear the way>if it crumbles the Death Riders can climb up the wall and begin attacking enemy positions>just to be sure i order the vox operator Vox-5562 to relay position to the artillery front for bombardment once they reach minimum operational safety for firing>we will clear the way as we always do even if it rains down the judgment of the Emperor on our heads>this is still not even close to Vraks
