>Be me Judge Wrath of the Adeptus Arbites >Approaching the world known as Smethwick's End>A mining world that is under a blanket of perpetual night time>From sector reports they are late on their tithes and dont pay it fully>For a while they were paying it properly but now they are not>Reports from the local enforcers known as The Rockers state it is due to worker uprisings originating from Cumberland Mine>The workers managed to spread their strikes to two other mines those being Chesire and Staffordshire>So we have been called to restore the tithe and uphold the Lex Imperialis >I am not taking chances so I have several precinct fortresses worth of Arbitrators and detectives with me>Theres also the small matter of an Inquisitorial strike cruiser following us>I am weary of the Inquisition especially this Ordos Kabbalah as they call themselves >Regardless two things are clear>Theres something more to the workers if the Inquisition have taken an interest >We have to stomp out the uprisings before they take Mine Durham and potentially snowball into attacking Outposts Coventry and Rugby>Those are slightly better defended thanks to local PDF, Enforcers and Mechanicus forces>Seeing as they process mined goods which then get sent to Hive Warwickshire to be prepared for tithe collection>Once we arrive we begin our long flight down to the planet below>The Men and Women of the Arbites grim and determined to uphold the Lex>Good, just as they should look whilst they work under me
>>98274308>Be me Martin Rask>Miner from Mine Cumberland>Head of the worker uprisings along with my sister Lena>I tear the head of a captured Rocker off>These mongrel dogs of the Imperium have driven us to this point >Vast years of abuse by ever demanding tithes as well as the lack of support from the Planetary Governor held up in Birmingham have gotten us like this>My rage burns as I look to the other captured Rockers>These men have been trying to scout out our every move trying to get one step ahead>But they are fools>The witches in our communities see all, they direct our anger >But I have some news from them at least >Arbites are coming to break up our uprisings>Bah, they will regret that >Especially when we have the power of the war god and the foresight of the magic god with us>They at least unlike the Emperor actually care about us and wish to see us thrive once more>And I will make sure to personally rip the head off the Planetary Governor when we finally take Hive Warwickshire >For now, we must take Durham >Get its workers to rise up and join us>Then we can show the might of the downtrodden against the dogs of the Imperium
>>98274308>Be me>Farseer Isendavar>Currently tacking my ship, The Alcarelena, into orbit somewhere quiet and out of the way>After Pershah, I took a short detour>Two weeks vacation on my private maiden world>And another week reporting back to the council on Ulthwé>Good chunk of my troops have been reassigned but it is no matter>I don't plan to bring war here>What I have recovered however, is my personal ship>A Vaul-Class Cruiser >So heavily modified it might as well be its own class of ship>Better armour, better shields, better stealth, you name it>What a quaint little world>Reminds me a bit of that space marine homeworld: Birmingham>Always night down there>So can you see the stars or is it pitchblack?>Eh, I'll find out soon enough>If memory serves Spencer, Priscilla and Roshi should be either in orbit or already on-planet>So I'll contact them first>Though I won't be joining them in finding this Fagin>If that is his real name>Instead, I have something else to do>I psychically scour the planet for any webway portal>Bingo >As I prepare to descend down their another portal on the ship flares up>Out steps another Farseer, bearing the colours of Ulthwé>Master Eldrad>I bow my head in respect>He says nothing, instead, he hands me a bag filled with all kind of baubles"You have done well, my apprentice, keep it up for a few more millenia and you might be able to tango with true bigwigs of this galaxy.">Master Eldrad>A bigger dick cannot be found in the galaxy>Save for vect, or the emperor>I look inside the bag>I grin>He grins back "Make good use of it, Isendavar, and do try to record some of your exploits here for future lessons in trickery.">That I shall>As I prepare to step through the portal onto Smethwick's surface I remember something>The 'galmon hate club'>For which we still haven't gotten a name>Eh, I'll consult it with Roshi or Bannerman when they'll arrive
>>98274308>Be Judge Wrath >We make planetside in Hive Warwickshire >There we meet up with a higher up from The Rockers, a man named Brad"Greetings my Lord, to make things quick I'll give the run down so you can get to work. Theres a planned strike going to happen in Mine Durham, they always start off like that, I've got Rockers on standby awaiting your forces. I wouldn't rely on getting any help from the Governor. He hardly pays attention to whats actually happening">I frown well my mouth does anyway, my eyes are shielded by my helmet>No kidding this place is clad in perpetual night>Almost pitch black with only some star light in the sky>Regardless I speak with my gruff authoritative voice"Then let's get there. Arbitrators mount up into repressors, I want us at Mine Durham stat">The Repressors rev up as my men load up>I take note of The Rockers getting on motorbikes>From what I gathered from old reports, Smethwick's End has a cultural enjoyment of motorbikes and football>Each mine supposedly has its own club>I get into a Repressor and we begin our convoy to Durham>It'll take a while seeing as we've got to go through the Hive and past Outpost Rugby to do so>But we agreed to meet Brad and his men here>I wonder what the Inquisition will be doing here>Whatever it is, I am not looking forward to whatever consequences follow it>Karking Inquisition
>Be me>Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader>Aaaahhhhhh Smethwick's End>This used to be a prosperous planet>As a matter of fact, we used to own it I believe>But Lady Margaret, one of my ancestors sold it back to the administratum>A dreary shithole if I remember>Full of nonsense like 'labour rights', 'trade unions' and other such bunkum>But no matter>I have good reasons to come to Smethwick>Somewhere in those mines, or in that hive, the other half of a certain set of coordinates is hidden>As well as some squats, allegedly>Though knowing the luck of the squats they're probably all dead anyway>That eldar has informed me of something disturbing>And recent reports from my naval sources seem to confirm it>An uptick in Chaos-aligned piracy along unprotected shipping lanes>Meaning more and more ships are willing to pay for usage of shipping routes through my protectorate>Which means I must acquire more ships>The dockyards are already busy>But I must have more>Anyway, we'll land close to the Staffordshire Mine>To see how deep these mines really reach>Hmmmm, speaking of which>I'll have McArthain round up all the ratlings aboard >We keep them locked in cages, so it should be easy>And also get that one who tried to steal my ammunition>I believe the boatswain has given her a nice session with the cat o' nine tails>The plan is quite simple>We'll go into the mine>Search what is or isn't there>And if the holes become to small or narrow we'll use the ratlings to see what's behind them
>>98274377>>98274459>>98274565>Be me Inquisitor Ayin>Smethwick's End, a notable planet if only for its failure to deliver tithes as of recently >It has a small population of a xenos species called Knockers>Tiny Gnome like creatures that live in the mines>The locals usually give them some small offerings in the form of food as they are a superstitious lot>They always have be, which is why they were easily swayed I imagine>Binah sensed the taint from orbit>The Well of Humanity, the vessel we are on knows all>Eldar, Lord Peregrine and The Arbites all have vessels around the planet>Though it is considerably harder to keep detection on the Eldar seeing as its been modified heavily compared to standard Eldar craft I imagine>Regardless I'm here to not only get this world running again >But because I know that very far down is a well>One that contains a fuel for the greater plans of the Ordos Kabbalah >Nutriets for the seeds of Light >Perhaps this time I'll be able to have a chat with the Eldar>I shall have to enquire with them more about the workings of Lord Galmon>So I can understand how long I have left to mature the seeds into a tree>Begin scanning the planet and assembling Inquisitorial strike teams>It was handy bringing along Inquisitor in training Morgan Le Fae and her warband>The Red Knight after all contains some abnormalities on it as well as those psykers>Including the one in training>The one that is reported to be an Alpha level psyker from the Assignment test
>>98274377>>98274605>Be Farseer Isendavar>Me and my personal seer council step through the portal>We arrive somewhere dark>Thankfully our helmets all have integrated night vision so we aren't fumbling about>Hmmmm, best make a tally of all parties present>Us, the Rogue Trader, the Arbites, local Rioters (undoubtedly in the thrall of chaos) And...>Those watchers in orbit>Inquisitor Ayin and his posse>I don't know why>But something about him gives me the creeps>Don't know what>Inquisitors, especially the radical ones, are much like farseers>They can think up the most brilliant plans to accomplish something>Though it usually ends up backfiring spectacularly if you aren't careful>He is planning something>With seeds, and a tree>You would almost think him an exodite>For now I'll keep an wide berth>I have no interest in playing information dispenser for now>I am here on business of my own>So we cast on a powerful psychic illusion>To make us look though enough not be picked on>But unimportant enough not to be noticed>I turn off the webway portal for the time being>And leave the cave it was in>Turn off all the lights>We're gonna be tracking over rocky and scarsely populated terrain>I don't intend to step on anyone's toes for the time being>So we'll use a older, smaller mineshaft, forgotten and alone
>>98274325>>98274565>>98274459>Be Martin Rask, one of the heads of the Smethwick Miners >So it begins>Scouts report seeing flight craft approaching areas of Staffordshire we havent been able to lock down>Notably due to some holding out Rockers and PDF>I grit my teeth in a rage>The war god is screaming at me to kill>At the same time the Arbites have made planet fall and are heading to Durham>I must lead at Durham >So time to let my lieutenant go to work"Terrance! Take your men to go kill the hold out Rockers and PDF as well as those reinforcements. I and the rest will go to Durham! Understood">Terrance salutes"Yes sir, we'll go push those rats out!">He and several platoons worth of miners head out whilst I go and board a train >We shall go to Durham and begin the uprising there>We've had the locals seduced for a bit by our words of liberation >Now its time to kick it into all out violence>Especially with Arbitrators on the way
>>98274605>>98274696>Be Lord Inquisitor Ayin>Hmm, seems we're losing track of the Eldar on the ground>No matter im sure we'll link up somehow>For now I start ordering the strike teams to head down to Mines Chesire and Cumberland>Two objectives, sabotage enemy installations and find potential entrances that can get us to the well>I've also sent a team to assess the run off caverns>That's usually where waste from processed mined minerals goes but there could be some way further into the underground there >I'd best get back to scanning the planets vox lines>Those will be useful for spying and allocating forces to certain areas
>>98274308>Be me >Be a worshipper of the blood emperor. >Be on a ludopict vox chat>someone on the ludopictbox kills me on a game of Call of the Emperor>I give him a peice of my mind.>"COME TO SMETHWICK, BIRMINGSTAN>" ASK FOR DANNY G>" ILL COME OUT MY HOUSE AND BREAK YOUR FUCKIN LEGS>"YOU HEAR ME, YOU HEAR ME !!!"
>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">the "Felinid Winter Guard" is getting redeployed... again>we received our new orders right after the fall of Fort Ar'Babil>by nightfall we where already loading up our heavier equipment on to an Imperial Navy Transport ship >I am thankful for that... we spent too long on Pershah Gulf for my liking>the voyage through the warp is mercifully uneventful... no "incidents" like last time so far>in the meantime, I give my full after-action report to Lord Commissar Kate>I tell her everything...>the ambush, our false orders, the Inquisition, the nukes, the Necron tomb, Tiny Tam going off with the Inquisition...>she is silent for a bit before apologizing, we are close like that still>she lets me refill my roster for my recon squad...>im keeping Sgt. McPurr and Lil' Tom by my side>I fill out the squad with the meanest Felinid Guardsmen and Guardswomen I can find>that happens to include Flametrooper Stacy...>Commissar Kate even allows me to give my new unit a name...>I decide to call ourselves "Toms Roughnecks" >Lil' Tom rolls his eyes at that...>now speaking of Lil' Tom, he is still quite mad at me for letting Tiny Tam go...>it hurts me... and being reunited with my Amasec stash... I let myself get plastered a couple nights>when we come out of the warp we finally get our briefing>turns out we are going to put down an uprising on "Smethwick's End">its a back water mining world that is in perpetual night...>as in no day time light... at all>huh... well I guess our enhanced night vision will come in useful here>I almost feel bad for those traitors...>ALMOST, but not quite>as we come closer to Smethwick's End... ship's claxon starts blaring >turns out we are going to assist some ship in distress...>we can see from up here in the strategium that it is some sort of Chynese Void Junk>a rather small vessel at that >what is it doing all the way out here>also... why is it painted purple?
>>98274459>>98274811>Be Judge Wrath>We've arrived at Durham having passed through Hive Warwickshire and Outpost Rugby>Theres already a strike going on with Rockers keeping the peace as best as they can>Time to get started>Myself and my men take our positions >Subductor squads armed with shields and shock mauls >I get on the nuncio aquilla and announce"Attention scum! You are in violation of the Lex with your meaningless strike! Return to your operations or face judgment!">The workers boo and some look as if they'll buckle>They can get away with going against local enforcers>But Arbites?>The smartest thing to do is comply>Especially when the mastiffs start growling>Be Martin Rask>Here we are, Durham>The workers are being threatened by the Arbites >We've got the stage set>One of my sister's operatives has a sniper ready>A former Rocker now member of her cult of magic>He lines a shot up on a worker and fires>Sudden shot confuses the Imperials>But it enrages the workers>Especially as the victim was a well liked figure>But also tragically for him, still loyal to the Imperium>And so it begins"KILL THE DOGS! THEY INTEND TO KILL US ALL!">I roar out bringing out my autopistol and firing into the Arbites>My men follow suit with autoguns>Workers charging at the shield wall to get in some bloody licks against the Arbites >A symbol of Imperial Law and Tyranny>Ones the War God grants us strength to tear down>We will kill the oppressors>Even should a large amount of us bite it whilst attaining freedom
>be the ripper>a half trillion souls live and die on Smethwicks end in the mines>thousands to hundreds of thousands perish and are given into his embrace the thread of their lives snipped at his command to weave the grand divine Orchestra>to remove the discordant notes is the grand work i preform as his humble servant>for most of my life the notes where removed without awareness, silently slain in the night with no one any the wiser to their connection>yet with the rebellions underway discord is everywhere, my nights are spent in agony as the off key notes of rebellion disrupt the flow of the music of the dead and dying >including a new threat, one that can hide anywhere and as anyone>this new threat is a slow rotting infection spreading its tendrils festering in hidden souls>this sadly has brought me into the awareness of the arbities but training and intellect is the great equalizer >i finish my work, a discordant note belonging to the hidden foe>not that anyone would know save that the God Emperor revealed to me as such>she gurgles her last as her throat sprays warm life blood across her rags>one Kary Mane Jelly.>a common pornoslate harlot made to appease the needs of warm flesh for the lower scum>a perfect vector for disease>the last 15 victims i claimed all perished before the corruption could be uncovered>this time i do not give it the chance>my power dagger slashes into her stomach as bloated intestines push outward from the pressure of being pressed against her flesh>no>by something inside her>if not for my intensive training i might have been killed as the giant maggot burst forward from her like a fired shell>i have not the means to collect a specimen since i had no idea it be such a size1/2
>>98275358>it leaps at me, teeth bared ready to dig into my flesh as i dodge to the side as i uses its opening to try and retreat, i have no choice as i bring my bolter up and fire a round splattering the crawling abombination into chucky sizzling bile as i mutter prayers of absolution for my unpreparedness as the sound of bolter fire in the supposedly safe district sends out alarms as screams are heard, the fear the strikers has found a way to attack from below somehow sending alarm up the streets as i retreat into the darkness as the arbites are no doubt on their way>back in the safety of the shadows i pull the tarot from my pocket>i need more information on the nature of this enemy i face>first the past card>a flat image of a dark black helmet over a plasteel face red visor glaring light down beside a golden shoulder, in his hands a weighed scale where two groups one with chains the other with weapons slaughtering each other wildly>The Justicar, the world hangs in the balance of total chaos or restored order, the burden of the tithe all that keeps the steel hand of the Arbites on this world, a razor's edge between victory and defeat>i pull the next card, an image of the present yet unseen. in the card lies the image of grand noble soul surrounded on the one side by wealth and golden light and on the other by darkness, death, and past sins, his mustached face showing only total self assurance>The Rogue Trader card. Some grand ambition is coming, offering either salvation or betrayal to this world's citizens>at last the future card, i pull it and mutter grimly under my breath, the same card that i have pulled since the discordant music of the rebellions began>a golden skeleton is pointed in fury and judgement at the user of the tarot as if condemning them for not averting the fate of drawing it>death.
>>98275358>>98274605>>98274696>be Scion Míngmò>i feel a single pus filled tear run down my cheek>another of my children dead>she served well, having brought me 14 livers, 5 hearts, 6 sets of lungs, and a score of fingers and arms from hapless victims in the red light districtPLOOP>i look over the rubbery egg sack as one bursts another roiling maggot birthed to take his brother's place>easily a foot long his chubby frame cutely roils and writhes in the fatty discharge of his creation>i scope him up in loving arms as i coo and chitter one of my insectoid limbs spearing into the mass of rotting limbs i keep nearby the egg pens as i let his sharp teeth begin to gnaw on it>i carry him over where a his new body awaits>a former arbite scout who got too close to our home on patrol>with the riots i have been given freedom to perfect my Maggot Born as well as my many many many other children in the shadows of the mines>nibbleflies plumb the air as they whisper reports of what they have seen in their oily guts as my cultists crush rub them between their fingers, burstworms chew through all but the toughest metals in imperial support structures through out the hives and mine shafts, every time they are found and sunlight hits their form they ignite in a mess of corrosive acids, and of course anal roaches have made all but the bravest of the corpse worshipers check their toilets before they sit down>i am SOOOOOO very proud of all my children>but my Maggot Born are by far my most intensive work>each is but a seed of their true form>each is tied to a champion in the warp, my most beautiful unborn son>when he finds a form that suits him properly? he will arrive and bring such wonders into the world that even Nurgle himself will applaud>but that is then>this is now>i laymy child on the host's chest as it slithers down his throat, biting through what it cannot squirm past as the body shakes and slams up and down in protest>my child is such a trooper1/3
>>98275425>i have kept this arbite on the verge of death for hours seeing how my child deals with restoring life to death flesh>too dead and it struggles to make due>however due to their shared heritage in the warp each time they push themselves they do a little better>viscera and fluids explode from the corners of the arbites armor as my baby gets comfortable in his new home>sudden stillness hits and im filled with concern before "Arbite Whilhelm" sits upright>i clap my hands in motherly pride"Such a good son....go and join your brothers wont you dear?">he walks on shaking legs to where the other arbites from his squad stand silently >they are expected back from their patrol soon but im not too worried>the mines making vox communication hard enough as is to offer an excuse to the visiting hand of the corpse god>besides a few missing memories they retain enough of the previous hosts mind to fool all but the most inspective troops>there is after all, if my flies are correct, an outright rebellion on the world now>i pat his cheek as i send him off to return to his companions before they realize how long he's been missing>such a lovely boy, just like his brothers>as he leaves i set to work consuming the egg membrane as i ready the ritual to create another from the various rotting corpse pieces, soon there will be another Egg skin formed and the pestilent muck poured into its open top, nurturing the thousands of smaller eggs within until they hatch, feasting on one another until the largest is left to gestate in the warm chunky fluids infused with warm warp milk>as i finish the warm membrane and its chewy center i look over the secret project at the center of my lab>it has taken quite awhile to locate a host>Space marines are not uncommon and Lord Galmon has given me no shortage of test subjects>both loyal and those who failed him once too often2/3
>>98275482>but none suited the unique blend of bitter spite that my Maggot Prince longs for to create a proper host to draw his spirit fully from the rotting detritus pile in nurgle's garden and into reality>but i believe i found something that might work>i chitter in delight as i run my hands over the sarcophagus>unlike the other scions i dont intend to fail our master by underestimating the imperial response >already gifts flow to both the chosen siblings that both support and slowly spread the grandfathers gifts even if they dont know it>the portents of the warp are swirling like rivers of thick congealed rubbery blood>already those who brought about the end of the Butcher have made their way to this world >eager to capitalize on their victory >so be it, all things work towards the grandfather's will >your corpses will forward my grand ambition for this world>armies, indeed. Allies, of course. daemons brought to heel, nothing less. >its resources as well, but more importantly a staging zone for lord Galmon's ambitions >the loss of Pershah Gulf means i have even greater expectations upon me>so be it>a child of the grandfather can endure anything, and even more undeniable than that truth?>is that a mother will do anything for her children.>speaking of which, the children of Isha are approaching one of my spawning tunnels>shall we seed a little distrust between the "allies" spread against us?"my lovely child Whilhelm...would you go explain the "lex" to the xenos approaching our home?"3/3
>>98274975>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy", leader of "Tom's Roughnecks">we turns out that Chynese Void Junk was crewed by pirates...>Slaaneshi pirates at that...>any ways... they tried boarding us when got close...>they were clearly not expecting this ship to be carrying an entire Imperial Guard regiment>so now my squad and I are inside this slaaneshi pirate ship fighting our way to the bridge to kill their captain...>I have my Recon Las-rifle and I am gunning down any idiot stupid enough to charge at us while we Flame trooper Stacy is torching rooms we come across...>Sgt. McPurr is being... well.... Sgt. McPurr>in that she is just ripping and tearing her way through the heretics>any way...>as we are fighting our way down the corridor, the enemy resistance is getting fiercer>they really don't want us reaching that big and armored door at the end of that hallway>nah... >we can't be THAT close to the bridge>can we?>I set my sights on what seems to be one of their officers>or what counts as one among slaaneshi pirates>I am really just guessing going by the large amount of gold piercings>I blow the bastards head away with a burst from my Recon Las-rifle...>the heretics scatter>when we reach the door I have Lil Tom attach a breaching charge...>we are going in!
>>98275006>Be Judge Wrath >Another uprising, the workers intend to start escalating>We cannot let them start taking Durham>Announce on the Nuncio-acquila "NOT ONE STEP BACK! FIGHT LIKE TRUE VESSELS OF THE LEX IMPERIALIS!">As an example I bring out my shotgun and blast into the rioters >Causing those struck to split into several pieces from the buckshot>Subductor squads moving in beating down the rioters with their mauls>Ordered Exaction squads to target enemy gunners>The Rockers fire what autoguns they have at the enemy>I can only guess that our rioters made the shot>All of my men are trigger disciplined and the Rockers wouldnt dare make an actual officer angry by breaking my commands>Clever bastards this lot>Improves the theory that theres more to this>A chaos cult probably is my best guess>Dealt with enough of them in my long years of service>So I am confident in this assessment >I will have to contact that Inquistor and see if hes got any hands>More then likely he does seeing as he'll have sent out some strike teams to preform operations >Would have liked for actual coordination on his end but oh well>Be Martin>So far the dogs of the Imperium are holding us back from overwhelming them with sheer brute force>I manage to take down some Arbitrator's with my autopistol mostly by targeting their unguarded mouths>I can feel the War God bellowing at me to keep killing>So I shall do so>I am a freedom fighter>My people and my home will be free!
>>98274565>>98274811>Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader>The lord has landed>And what do I discover?>Filthy working class peons rioting against their betters>Workingclassscum.jpg>Bluergh, I should have them all whipped and beaten>But I might still have need for them>Somebody needs to work>We're currently at Staffordshire Mine>So we might as well secure it>I am not a member of the arbites>Or the regular guard>And as long as I say they shot first all will be well"All men to the transports, hellhounds at the ready, affix bayonets as well.">Because of the cooler climate, we forgo the pithhelm in favour of the shako and bearskin>The Drookians seem eager to smash in some skulls as well>No idea why, but oh well, it will make for fun>Have the vox-operator try to contact whoever is supposed to be in charge here>Because having the proles this riled up is unseemely
>>98274821>>98275425>>98275493>Be Lord Inquisitor Ayin>So its come to that has it?>From scouring the planet both vox wise and psychic wise, the threat level has changed >At first I thought this was going to just be an uprising caused by a joint Khorne and Tzeentch cult>But now?>Nurgle has his tendrils on the world>and Slaanesh is in the void >I get on the vox to Morgan"Le Fae this is Ayin. I'll need you and your psykers assistance in this. Come to The Well of Humanity, bring the Alpha level psyker as well">She responds back"Very well my Lord. Though I must remind you that Tamera has not fully completed her training""Has she at least learnt to handle herself without breaking down?""I believe so my Lord""That's not a good answer, nevertheless bring her. She'll have to learn on the field">Morgan hesitates and then hangs up>I glare at the holomap"Binah, get Willard, Gebura and Netzach. Once Morgan and her psykers arrive we are going planetside">Binah bows and leaves the bridge>I guess I'll just have to pick a mine and hope its the right one>I cannot let the archenemy get to the Well underground>Inquisitorial strike teams reporting that riots are kicking off again in Staffordshire and Durham>So it beginsLet's see what kind of chaos takes this thread and hopefully some of the others also find this
>>98274975>>98275493>be Lil Tom>of "Tom's Roughnecks">ugh>i finish my third equipment check in as many hours >anything to keep my mind busy instead of thinking about Tam>or how pissed i am my uncle >i dont know how long since he let her get taken be the inquistion>might as well be centuries given how warp jumps work>we get deployed to some pirate junk with Chyna Markings>chyna...>focus, feth it>we reach some armored and "uncle Tom" has me place a breaching charge as we line up on either side>the door blows as Stacy liberallys applies flame into the breach before we all enter>and....>its completely empty>what?>some sort of cargo bay >Tom has us spread out to look for why they're here and why in the Emperor's Fluffy tail they thought they could board a transport junk in imperial space alone>even if there wasnt a full deployment of guard aboard they couldnt have thought they could pull it off with so many imperial ships in orbit>while everyone else wastes their time looking for listings on the containers, loose papers explaining their evil plans, or in the case of the more combat focused group keeping an eye open for ambushes, i put my training i got from that Ratling Bibly to work >smugglers only hide the cargo listing in places they know about and are easy to access if the ship gets boarded, either to destroy it, or to hide it as a final "feth you" to their traitorous crew>i spot a spot near the door to the rest of the ship where the plasteel pillar is apart enough from the bulkhead that someone could stick a hand in>i slip my hand in and find a data slate as i flick the rune to activate it>a stream of purple data flows down from the top as i look away>it makes my head hurt so i just slam it against Tom's chest so he can do something with it>something about dropping off a VIP on the world to check on someone's progress >some other stuff too but my head started hurting by that point and i need to get some air
>>98275582>>98275493>be Tiny Tamera >focus>breath in>breath out>feel the light of the Emperor and take control of the imater-"TRAINEE TAMERA YOU'RE GETTING DEPLOYED GET UP!">one of the guards on the ship bursts the door to my room in as i sit up so fast i hit my head against the top bunk>FETH!>as i rub the sore spot of my forehead, my guard training kicks in and i scrabble to pull my uniform on>technically there is no "uniform" for the inquisition psyker training program save some robes with the symbol of the inquisition on them so they can tell their psykers from the rogue ones >i got mine but it felt too...exposed>im the daughter of a guardsman and a proud member of the Winter Guard Whiteshields>still my training has been going well>well-ish >...>i only set fire to the training course once?>good enough to get deployed at least and im not missing my chance to feel solid ground under my feet for the first time in what feels like months>i had to leave my lasweapons in storage but i got to keep my child standard flak armor >i wear it over the robes with the symbol of the inquisition on it as i rush towards the shuttle bay>I spot Le Fae as i salute "Tamera McFluffy reporting for duty, ma'am">none of the other psykers salute back >i wince and try to relax my shoulders, im not in the guard anymore but you never forget those drills they hammer into you>Nashandra smiles warmly and ruffles my hair >she's kind but every time she sees me i see some sadness that weighs her down like she's seeing someone who's not really there instead of me>we gather into one of the deployment landers as i get ready for my first taste of combat since i left the guard>its a bumpy ride but every now and then i spot Morgan looking at me>straighten your back Tam, this is what you've been training forim excited too these are always fun and i hope it goes as well as last time
>>98274565>>98275522>Be Sargent Packmaster Rùoshuǐ (formerly known as “Meat Shield”) of Lord Bannerman's Emperor's Forsaken>and the Forsaken are on the brink of rebellion>the ratlings either pocketed the wrong thing or McArthain actually remember all those times Bilbly slipped him Fenrisian Ale in his cups so he would be too drunk to remember to report her because all the ratlings were rounded up and caged>including Bilby after a heavy whipping>scary thing is she didnt even react>whatever happened on Pershah really hit her hard>point is, alot of the Forsaken, myself included owe our lives to those little whiney pickpockets >Wu promised to try and handle things from his end as new head foreman but nothing's come from it>as we land and get ready to run alongside the transports i can hear the grumblings, mutterings, and general smoldering anger of the abhuman penal legions >even the Ogryn are pissed>the Ratlings are led out from their cages Bilby among them seeming tired and thinner as we get our orders>protect the ratlings while the better troops secure Staffordshire Mine>the ratlings are to be prepared to scour the tunnels for "something you lot wont be told of because your grubby little mits would scavenge the thing to scrap before we unearthed it" >i dont know if its word for word or if because we somehow fell out of favor with the Rogue Trader that the rest of the troops no longer have to pretend to like us so they add some insults in there>i fix my stupid red uniform as i have Luna set up the Vox so we wont miss any orders, the ratlings are then given to our medicae to try and heal them up best they can>i see Bilby's back and chew on my lower lip>i hate this>im sure this is how Wu felt when i used to get whipped for the Forsaken on Chyna>things are reaching a breaking point>as we see signs of the riot turned rebellion i wonder if something similar happened here>its a traitorous thought but what do you expect>im abhuman scum after all
>>98274696>>98275425>Be Farseer Isendavar>I find tunnels like these to be a boring>Thankfully we forfeited the primitive barbarism of mining long ago>In favour of superior and lighter wraithbone>For which you don't even need to leave the comfort of your own craftworld>And so we go ever deeper>We are light of feet>And make close to no noise>Now let's see>Potential enemies>The local wildlife?>No>Necrons?>Too mined out>Genestealers?>No, too remote and away from population centres>The taint of chaos?>Oh yes>If it isn't that maggotfucking reprobate Mingmo>With a scheme>To sow discordance between us and the imperials>Cute>But I foresaw it>And those Imperials are far off>I look to my fellows"Fleet of foot?""Fleet of foot">We pick up the pace>Going deeper and farther away>Her spawning tunnels are not a priority at the moment>I will ask the Fire Dragons to come at a later date>But for now widening the distance is what we must do>For the nurglite among them is still slow as shit>And we are fast, very fast>Can jump greater distances>And have a much better sense of direction>But we do come to a stop>For I have found what we came for>I pick it up from the skeleton>Hmph, a mining world>How fitting a tomb for these abhumans>But I have what came for>Now to see to step two of the plan>And for that we will first go back to the surface>Pick up the speed once more>To another old shaft >We jump up and up and up>Reaching the surface in no-time>Now then>We are we?>Close to the Staffordshire Mine apparently >Might as well head over, and see how the Rogue Trader is doing
>>98275582>>98275723>Be Morgan Le Fae >Gathered the psykers together>Caradoc, Bors, Maegor, Nashandra and Tamera>Tamera is a good kid, still doing her drills as if she was in the guard>As a former Krieger I can appreciate it>We take to the lander and head to the Well of Humanity the ship of Ayin>Linking up with him first before going down to the planet>I look to Tamera and she straightens her back>Eventually we arrive in one of The Well of Humanity's hangers>Standing near is Ayin and his retinue >Himself, the psyker Binah, combat specialists Willard and Gebura and finally Netzach the medical officer>The lander opens its doors and they enter >Taking their seats"Where to my Lord?">Be Lord Inquisitor Ayin >Good they all seem greatly readied for combat encounters>The Alpha level felinid more armoured then the others"Pilot take us to Hive Cumberland, reports state thats where the original uprising first took place. I've got a feeling that mine will be where we find the assest">I dont smile as the lander takes off again>They don't need all the details of what it is>Especially seeing as the Well shares the properties of the Abnormalities >I am certain its something that helped form them >Regardless the work must continue>I have to achieve the end goal of the Seed of Light project>Even if that means sacrificing it all>A brief flash of "her" enters my mind>Laid on that beautiful field of flowers>Purge it from my mind>I have work to do
>>98275522>>98275855>>98275909>Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader>Things are going well>The rioters disperse at bayonet point>Others are simply shot>General martial law is to be enforced>I ride around in my staff car >Inspecting the troops>Including the abhumans>The sergeant of whom I beckon over"Sergeant, the next time I catch one of those ratlings trying to steal a nuclear warhead I'll have them all ejected from the nearest airlock.">She opens her mouth but I cut her off"I don't care whether she had anything to do with it, she and the rest of them were given explicit orders not to steal, and I mean it. 50 lashings is nothing out of the ordinary in the Navy, some even consider it light.">I pause for a bit"Oh and the next time McArthain catches her he has promised to punch out her front teeth, so I recommend the lot of you be on your best behaviour.">We ride off>Filthy abhumans>You try to uplift them>And what do they gift you but insolence and thievery>Ratlings>Filthy thieving micks>The lot of them>I honestly should dump them on Sevenboroughs>For the yearly Ratlinghunt>Which always ends with a grant roast>Of Ratlings>Anyway, the farseer apparently is in the vicinity >So I send someone to pick him up>Colonel Fergus Angus Kenneth McArthain, Clan Chief of Clan McArthain>Filthy, dirsty, thievin, guid-for-naught ratlin micks>If i had the time tae spare>I wad kill them all>But this is rale oot o' the ordinary>Tryin tae steal a nuclear warhead>Whit did ye expect?>To gang awa wi' a lot o' siller?>We've gien them plenty o' warnins>So it wis time for the auld-fashioned ways>The navy likes a guid leatherin>Serves her bloody richt>But for noo me an' the lads are needed itherwhere>Tae pick up ane o' Ponsonby-Bannerman's bridge partners
>>98275509>Be Martin Rask >The fight is turning not necessarily in our favour>These Arbitrators are ruthless to say the very least>Must be because of their leader>The one moving his men forward ever so steadily >Morale is breaking for the Durham workers>I hear Lena's voice whisper in my ear"Fall back for now brother. Let sedition build up again. Gather more arms from Mine Chesire. You'll need whats there in order to kill carapace wearing soldiers">I grit my teeth but she is right>Autoguns wont be enough here>Bellow to my men"SCATTER!">Immediately we begin to scatter some of us deploying smoke grenades to cover our escape>With how many of us there are, the mastiffs wont capture all of us>Be Judge Wrath >Smoke grenades>Order all Cyber-mastiffs to be released>Capture any fleeing workers>I want to interrogate a couple workers>As well as send vox reports to the two Outposts and gather reports from other Imperial forces>We need as much intelligence as we can get to track down key figures and eliminate them>As well as put down any form of chaos forces if they exist on the planet like I suspect>This is going to be a long restoration of the tithes thats for sure
>>98275909>>98276106>>98275425>>98275595>be Scion Míngmò>so the children of Isha believe they are onto my plans>clever >so clever they think they can outpace the rot by running into the established snare>like plaguetoads hopping out of the stomping path of Grandfather nurgle and into the maw of a rot kraken>the "arbites" are sent to rejoin their kin at the established outpost of the Lex at Hive Warwickshire>one rather fat fly lands on my hand as i crush it between my fingers reading the portents in its warm oily organs >the rogue trader is trying to find the remains of the lost ones deep under the mountain>the eldar seem set on helping him since it would weaken the newly uplifted Scion of Slaanesh to have her ships be unable to continue to raid as they pleased>speaking of which another of the Scions has decided to join my work on Smethwick >he has already set to work quite well >i run my hands over the newly formed egg as i plan my next move>according to the portents of face the guard are so to find quite the surprise aboard that ship they boarded, so it leads me to ensure Galmon's will is followed on the ground as the riot is at risk>i roll the organs between my fingers as i see a chance to remove not only the death cultist who has been slaying my beloved children, but also the hand of the inquistion...>i have my spindly legs carry me over to where i keep my most potent children>crotchrot ants, eye bursting fungus beetles, Cymothoa exigua, etc>i run my hands over each vial until i find it>i pop the lid and bring one of my cultists over as i make them swallow my children>their midsection bubbles and froths until with a wet discharge a bouncy baby boy is born from the liquidified cultist now embraced in nurgle's arms>i run my hand over his cute little pincers as i whisper the commands>without a word the rolling beauty crawls on its many legs through the tunnels towards his destination >eager to make his mother proud
>>98275926>>98276134>>98275723>be Tiny Tam>ow>my head hurts>rather than whimper i bite my lower lip>something feels wrong as we come down near the Spire of the Hive>not nearly as bad as that necron tomb world on Pershah Gulf but still it makes my teeth ache>we are set to deploy to Cumberland mine>the planet is so dark im not sure we're not still in the void of space by the time we land>im lucky Felinid's have good night vision as i look around>it seems rather calm for a world in rebellion>most people are dressed for mining, armed with power picks, saws, and several Goliath trucks that grind the minerals up as they move about the opening to the mine>i get flash backs to the genestealers on Chyna Secundus but i press it down>i use the exercises ive been getting in training to focus myself as we follow Lord Ayin>i see little flickers of light reflecting now and then>eyes in the dark>the small xenos we were briefed on>knockers, i think >i debate giving them a wave but im not in the whiteshields anymore, im representing an inquisitor so i should be mature and focused>so i just stick my tongue out them instead quick enough to not be seen in the dark >reportedly the arbites won their first engagement with the rioters so the planetary governer is oddly eager to see the inquisition handle their business and leave>he's got to be the smuggest looking noble ive ever seen, not a speck of coal dust or ash on him despite the planet he's in charge of as he eagerly trys to suck up to Lord Ayin>i suppose that tracks he thinks things are over now>idiot>ive been on 3 planets in my life and every single one turned into a long term shit show>nordica II, Chyna Secundus, Pershah Gulf and now here>chances are this is going to go poorly >then again maybe thats my guard issued cynicism talking>this might JUST be a rebellion>...>feth, i just jinxed it didnt i
Spencer anon hereim at work so if the thread is still alive by the time i come back tonight ill write up the sect part looking forward to seeing how this plays out
>>98275926>>98276265>Be Lord Inquisitor Ayin>Landing in a more discreet area of Mine Cumberland>Reports from strike teams sent here is that its the most defended>Its where the cult started from>Enemy forces are bound to be converted local enforcers (Rockers), workers and converted PDF>So we've had to go for a more stealth based method>Thankful that Willard and Gebura are here to put their experience in MACI-SOG to use>Typical mining gear and some miners still working are around>We sneak by them as well as come across some of the Knockers>Tam sticks her tongue out at one and it dashes away>Reports coming in that the Arbites beated back an uprising in Durham>I have my suspicions that it was more then likely the workers falling back to arm up>Still we keep moving through the tunnel when Tam's felinid senses kick in>Its getting in closer>Assess situation>I know a couple of strike teams can get to us if it goes hairy>Plus our combatants here"Somethings coming weapons up">I bring out my bolt pistol>Willard and Netzach raise their autogun and lasgun respectively >Gebura brings out the Eviscerator >Meanwhile the psykers get ready to unleash their gifts onto whatever is coming for us
>>98275909>>98276033>Be Farseer Isendavar>What a bad joke>A nurglite might see the present>But the future>Stepping on the toes of Tzeentch tends to end poorly for them>I keep quiet as the Drookian comes to pick us up>A violent man>Were he not an adult he would have been a good Angry Marine>Frothing at the mouth>But very rational of mind>Which is a common mistake one makes when dealing with them>The Rogue Trader seems intend on ploughing through to the depths of the planet>For which purpose he has unleashed his abhumans to crawl>As well as a massive drill>Hmph, mistreatment only breeds resentment>And resentment breeds rebellion>Can you expect nothing else from the Mon'Keigh?>From Monarchia to the present day>It would seem humanity is eager to drag itself into the abyss>A bit rich coming from an Eldar, I know>But at the very least we on the craftworlds learned our lesson>I take to the depths, ever deeper and deeper>Peregrine might believe he will find the keys to an extra fleet>But that is only half a truth>I never intended to hand the fleet to him willy-nilly>He must earn it first>So I stay ahead of them>To dungeons deep and caverns old>I come to a door>Place the token in the slot>Low, angular, geometric and hardy>The architecture of this place fits their makers well>Silence overtakes me and my council as I move deeper into this hold>Lost, but not forgotten>And certainly not dead>How many of them are here?>In stasis? Forgotten by all expect a few>It matters little, I power up the control panel>Within a minute, I have it where I want to be>And the first pod creaks open>Clearly weakened >But it matter little>Joy overtakes my heart and healing sprouts forth>As I begin to sing''The King beneath the mountains,The King of carven stone,The lord of silver fountainsShall come into his own!''>Then from the pod he rises, reinvigorated >Be me, Thrungrimm Ironbeard, Squat Lord>Oooohhhhh, laddie, we slept for far too long(1/2)
>>98276535>Curs'd star-vermin!>Driving us out of our hearth and home like that>It would go in the book, if I had it on me>Yet, one truth must be etched into the kron before them>DEM FUCKIN UMGI AN' DEIR FUCKIN' SHITE-HEALED TREATIES>Dishonourable, good-for-nothing unbaraki>Oooohhh, if I can get my hands on one of them>Just one, even if it is one Grombolgi >But first, I must muster the throng>Rouse me fellow squats from slumber>And see what this filthy Elgi is doing here>Hmph... by the Stone... >He broke my slumber >What dark age is this, where an Elgi holds more honour than a Umgi?>I burst from my frost-sleep, battle-axe gripped in iron hand"Listen, Eldar, my honour is yours for breaking my chains. NOW WHERE ARE THOSE FILTHY UMGI OATHBREAKERS?">Eh? >Aye, truth in your words; I must rouse the rest of the clan>I stomp forward, and strike the forge to thaw the frozen kin>Generators awaken, and the hold slowly comes alive once more(2/2)
>Be Sargent Packmaster Rùoshuǐ>a nuclear warhead >they tried to steal>a fucking >nuclear warhead >on a ship >IN THE WARP?>I shut my mouth and salute until the lord turns his back as I round on Bilby >I drag her out from the chain line as I pull her to the side >she's not look at me as I've finally had enough as I reel back and smack her >be Bilby Bagend >im still on pershah gulf >im watching the little ones be torn apart by daemons while im clasped in golden chains all my greed dragging me into a sea of blood unable to helpwhy would the Emperor protect someone like you>my lungs fill with blood as I c-SMACK OW>TA FOCK>im back in reality glaring up at Meatshield "The fock was that for" "YOU TRIED TO STEAL A NUKE" >oh that "It wasn't me" "OH PLEASE!" "IM SERIOUS IT WASNT US!" "SO WHAT YOU EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE IT WAS ANOTHER GROUP OF RATLINGS!?" >I don't blink as I look her in the eyes "You cant be serious""ITS THE TRUTH!" (1/2)
>>98276657Fuckung forgat the tags >>98276033>>98275855>she runs her hand through her hair exhaustedly"You seriously expect me to believe that there was a secret second group of ratlings hidden on the lord rogue trader's ship that tried to steal his nuclear weapons" "Thats just it they weren't trying to steal it they ARMED it that's why we got caught messing with it!" >that gives her pause "You're serious?"Hand to the Golden Throne" >she bites her lower lip and sighs"Did you mention this to McArthain?" >I snort "You'd think if I thought that shaved ape would listen id not have tried?">she conceds this point as I keep taking nervous looks behind her"Why didn't you bring this up to prove your innocence then?" "...I wanted to handle it""bilby." "Focking fine! Because we naever turn on our own and maybe...maybe I thought the rogue trader deserved it" >her glare could act as a multimelta right now "You don't know the stories we heard. Famines ignored, hunts, executions! These are my people damn it." "I thought the Emperor's Forsaken were your people" "Thats why I tried to stop them!" >she looks over the mess with a series of bleeting curses "At least give me a name so I can try and spare you the execution block?">I shouldn't >but she's a good one, as far as Sargent go"They call themselves the Independent Ratling Army"
>>98276415>>98276265>>98276134>be PDF guardsman, Bazzah of the BUF >simple as'>heard from the lads that we's got some high class guests>must be since Mosley's come down from the upper spires to meet em>dunno why the riots over now, Arbites showed up and bashed em proper>we're mainly stuck up round the mine so it looks like we're doing more than we normally do>the mutie they have with em starts getting hissy as the ready for a fight>turn around as i hear chittering>its just a fat bug>large as a one of em mutts the arbite lads brough sure but its just a big bug>been having all sorts of issues with bugs since the riots began must of unearthed some nasty hives or what not >i roll my eyes at these noble ponces "wot you lot scared of a bug?" >i pull out me shock batton as i bring it down on the things headPOP>goes down easy>turn around and smirk"see? easy as p-"BOOM"from the flayed skin of the Liber Insectaicus- the studies of hive mother Scion Míngmò. The Splitting Ticks. notes and gene history. In the great garden of Nurgle there are most wonderful insects that grow in the refuse of his wonderous works. Most assume the work ends with the Rot Fly but that is because most are not as openly used. Nurgle loves all his children and the cycle of eternal growth could not function without detritus eaters. one of these i have personally bred is what i have dubbed, Splitting Ticks. Usually they serve as a snack for great unclean one's growing on them until plump enough to enjoy but a select few end up bursting prematurely due to the violent gasses unclean one bowels create in their gut biomes. By personally stewing a select few tick eggs with a solution of great unclean one bile i have created instantly birthable mobile bombardment troops! but that's not all. By soaking the same solution in the eternally bitter and smoldering grudges of Nurgle's magical realm i have granted them a most wonderful gift. The ability to birth two kin every demise"
>be Spencer >of the Sect>formerly of the alpha legion >except not really because recently i learned from an old pervert that nobody knows who runs this shit show>figures>once again im getting sent to a planet in semi-active rebellion but the orders are much clearer this time and im not "in charge">fine by me.>Priscilla and I are going to find some data collector quill pusher named "Fagin" >an info broker that all the information and missions the Sect collects that come and go through this part of the sector and possibly the entire segmentum>for once however the rebellion isn't planet wide.(yet)>two factions both Khorne and Tzeentch are working together to stir the miners to rebellion>the miners have managed to avoid getting into outright battles by using the maze like structure of the tunnels to hit and run most of their engagements with the PDF >honestly if not for the raw materials i dont think anyone would care but the tithe is coming due and with Pershah Gulf being a wasteland of burned promethium reserves the sector's demands have to be paid in something else to make up the loss>so the Arbites are deploying in full force to protect the tithe before yet another world is lost>Roshi and his dickhead eldar drinking buddy promised we wouldn't need to worry about investigation into why we are here since the repeated chaos cults in the sector timed with the arrival of the actual inquisitor means we're in the clear so long as we dont make too big a mess>i dont trust that eldar to not dick us over so im staying on high alert>Priscilla is playing the part of "interrogator" while im playing bodyguard in deathwatch armor >somewhat nostalgic from when we first met way way back on happy ending for the first time>albeit now im stuck with a fucking ring on my finger >yep, we're married>according to eldar law or whatever (roshi has NOT confirmed that his dickhead buddy was messing with us)>everytime i see an eldar from now on, im shooting them on sight1/3
>>98277983>Roshi apparently was playing the idiot on Chyna Secundus for some reason or something finally got him to lock in because our first order is to deploy on world while he "shows these warp leeches, what horrible things can happen to you in a jar if you're not helpful in telling me what Galmon's up to" instead of preforming medical checks on Priscilla's feet again or i dunno harassing the local female ecclesiarchy>dont know>dont want to know>dont care>Priscilla is left where i was last mission where suddenly tossed into a command position but surprisingly she's doing better than i did >something about having training commanding guard a few dozen nightmare deployments back in her life>regardless im job is mainly to keep her alive and glare down anyone who questions why we're looking for some old orphan pickpocket ring running Kilroy named Fagin>between the rebellions this might actually be an easy mission for us>supposedly the Sect has more of a presence on this world than any other deployment we've been on so we wont get fucked>unless its that traitor in the sect in which case we're extra fucked >but lack of major daemonic presence means i wont have to deal with Priscilla teleporting around on me again>my requests for a blank to tape her to have been denied so far so ill take what i can get>we take our lander down on Outpost Rugby>most of the planet is mining towns with only one spire that holds most the population >ergo we can assume anyone if Fagin is anywhere its there>yet that's also why we're parking at one of the outposts outside the hive limits>better to remain hidden since everyone is going to be on high alert anyway >we step off as the local PDF shit themselves seeing one of the Emperor's angel and one of the "inquisition" 2/3
>>98277990>Priscilla tries to talk to one of the local guard before sounds of total chaos erupt from the tunnel>chittering followed by wet sounding explosions and screams>apparently the arbites that went that way are running into some sort of resistance that's risking a mine collapse as orders are to clear the ways out of the mines before it comes down around them>the guard panics as PDF are often set to do when faced with the prospect of actually fighting something >suddenly his head explodes like a can of chunky salsa getting crushed by a power fist as the most stereotypical looking commissar ive ever seen stomps forward speaking orkish"WOTSALLDISDENYOUBUNCHAWANKAHSTRYINTAMKAEUSLOOKLIKETOSSERSINFRANTADAINQUISTAIONWOTYASWEARONMEMUMILLHAVEYAGUTSFERGARTAS!">Priscilla is wiping the guardsman off herself as i just sigh>this is going to be another one of those missions3/3
>>98275595>>98274605>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy, leader of "Tom's Roughnecks">be inside what appears to be the hold of the slaaneshi pirate junk>and it is empty...>really empty>Throne, I was half expecting to find a horde gold and gems in here>but no... I never have such luck do I>I decide to take a swig of amasec from my flask...>and thats when something hits me, drenching my face in booze>Lil Tom threw something at me>its an enemy data slate >it says something about dropping off a high-ranking heretic of some sort>I don't like the sound of that...>I also don't how just reading it is giving me a headache and making my eyes burn too>I turn the damn thing off and vox Commissar Kate about the intel>she tells me to return to our ship and bring it to the Imperial Navy officer aboard...>okay... fine with me>order my roughnecks to continue purging the heretics while Lil' Tom and I go back to our ship>Its bit of a hike back to our ship and onto our ships bridge >just as we arrive the vox officer announces that the Chynese Junk has been captured and its heretical crew annihilated >the captain looks at us disdainfully >clearly irritated that his basking in victory has been interrupted >I tell him what my nephew found>fat bastard just rolls his eyes and points us to the vox officer"Just forward it to the Inquisition! Intel is a little far above my pay grade to worry about">the vox-officer is a little more amicable>just as the Captain said... there is indeed an Inquisitorial vessel in system>we begin to hail his ship just we pull away from the heretic junk>moments later the forward macro battery blow the now deserted hulk to smitheries... sorry for the late post... just got back from a hellish day at work. Idk if im gonna post again tonight.
>>98276657>>98276033>be Micky Collins Greens>leader of the Independent Ratling Army of Hibernia IV>for centuries we been pissed on by the bastards of the Bannerman name>ery' day we dream of our home being free from his yoke>ifin not for our peoples extensive training in explosives we'd be abandoned from any aide at all >famines, press gangs, beatings, hunting parties>its a focking nightmare so far apart from the legends of our free days you cannae believe it>our goal is simple>during the last visit the "lord arsehat" made to Hibernia IV for tithe collection we snuck aboard>at first we thought we slit his throat while he slept>nae good, he's got security out the arse and that jokaero of his checks his room before and after his charge leaves so laying a mine under his bed was out too>so we waited>months of warp travel as we debated just blowing the gellar field and taking us all down to the hells with him>but the God Emperor above smiled on us and gave us a weapon to spare our souls while taking the ship with us>a fockin nuke>nae easy accessing it but we managed as we snuck into the weapons storage>only to find kin there>some bint from the same planet as the nuke>we told them to watch our backs but their leader some geebag named Bilby said she had kin below who face trouble if the nuke went off>i told er' to take to the hanger and we could fit any number of ratlings>she said they were Tall folk>focking kin traitors>all the tall n wides are enemies of the Ratling people >nae matter if they're beast nor ogryn they all work for bannerman>a fight broke out as we tried to arm the nuke as the enforcers came down>grabbing ratlings left and right, only me and few other mates made it to the vents before they grabbed us for the irons>luckily they knocked sticks to heads 'fore the kin traitors could rat us out>where once we had 2 dozen kin ready to die now we're 6 >and the nuke is locked down tighter than a sororita covent after dark>fock me life
>>98278041>>98276535>>98275425>be me>the Scion of Vashtorr, Helsmith Droath >after the rather disastrous events on Chyna Secundus i found myself not only in command of the Leagues of Vashtorr but also the bearer of its debts >if i started sacrificing a hive world every day with zero loses id have it paid off in around the start pf the next millennium >losses of soul grinders, rebuilding costs, cloning costs, soul canon costs, warranty fees, disruption of the soul forge standard production time, "technical support" fees from Vastorr himself and finally "scratching the paint" fees>so i did the only thing i could think to do>found the nearest warlord in the sector and threw my lot in with him>Lord Galmon promised to handle the debt collectors of Vashtorr and i swore to offer the full strength of the League behind him and his goals >speaking of why i was brought here>Lady Míngmò stated some lost kin ships were on world and requested a Helsmith able to corrupt them>Lord Galmon then said this would be my test to see if i was worthy of joining his Scions >a single ship>not even one i commanded >just my own abilities to use the scrap code at my command>i was dropped off near Chesire Mine>i walk silently as there isn't much to say >either i succeed or i dont and my soul is forgefuel like my Father's before me>its a simple test as i come to the first ship>i activate the old runecode and the Colossus fortress wirs to life>overgrown vines and chittering insects react with dismay as the doors they grew over in the dark mines rip apart slowly but unyieldingly as the door opens>i can feel the old war machine respond to my genes>as if its not quite sure what to make of me>ditto>i stode to the command throne>the wider hold is already awakening >so im not the only one aware of our kin>i plug my mechadendrites into the command throne of the ship as i begin my own command line>i can feel their rage >i need only fuel it
>>98278205>the oathbreakers>memories that arnt mine flash like half remembered nightmares>a chittering swarm>a crash>an oath>umgi greed>betrayal >war>terror and despair as the doors close >i see>i add to these memories>scrap daemons work to enflame the hate of the Imperium of mankind as the very image of these long dead traitors>the oath breakers>the murderers>those who stole from you, chased you to the edge of extinction at your lowest>buried you and your kin>do you not hate them?>do you not want to see them toil with backs broken by whip and blade?>each frozen squat in stasis is offered the extended hand of Vashtorr in their minds >many turn it away, but many do not>i turn as the stasis pods behind me flare red as i see the newly awakened "Codesworn" pull themselves free with crys of agony and mournful rage>i smile but there is no joy in it>i was not the first one to awaken the kin>therefore my duty is not done yet>there cannot be two rulers of the hold>the first to gather themselves kneel before me"what...what do you command, Hell Thane""we aid the rebelling Umgi and take our vengeance against the traitors" >there was a reason we chose this location. The Squats gathered here are but a small outpost compared to the wider holds burried in the rock > yet already the rebellion gathers to arm themselves for greater battles in the mine nearby>now they shall do so with proper allies as well>FOR LORD GALMON!
>>98276106>Be Judge Wrath >Managed to set up a temporary command centre in Durham>Mastiffs have brought back some workers for interrogation so I've sent them to the Chasteners >Got a vox set up>Pick it up"This is Judge Wrath of the Adeptus Arbites. The Mine Durham strike has temporarily been put down. Requesting all reports from Imperial forces so we can coordinate assaults">My Mastiff 20-03-19 aka Seb stands to attention when I look at him>In his jaws which have been configured to have chainsaw teeth he has some shredded cloth >I fish it out of his jaws and put some of it together and find something>A familiar symbol>I once out down a Khornate cult uprising on a planet called Krassis>Get back on the vox to update "We have good suspicions to believe there is a cult behind the workers strikes across the Mines">Be Martin Rask>Managed to avoid getting torn apart by the Mastiffs and took a train to Chesire>There we will stock up on better arms and more men>Ones who have captured an Inquisitorial strike team and sacrificed them>Half to the War God and the other half to the Magic God >I meet up with my sister and her coven of Witches comprised of both young and old women of our towns>Mothers, Sisters and Daughters make up the witches whilst we men worked the mines"Terrance was unsuccessful it would appear a Rogue Trader and his band of Drookians and Praetorians pushed them back">I grit my teeth"Very well Lena, I'll send more men over this time with proper weapons">With that we enter the Chesire armoury>It was a former Rocker bar but we took it over>Some standard autoguns with higher calibre bullets>Lasguns of various makes, including a couple recon lasguns>and melee weapons such as chainswords>I grab a laspistol, chainsword and some flak armour that was modified with sigils of the two Gods>This shall protect me and my men well >I order Jones to take some men on the train to Staffordshire>I will go to Durham and fight the Arbites properly
>>98276415>>98277352>>98278041>Be Lord Inquisitor Ayin>The creature is a bug>One that reeks of Nurgle>One of the pdf that tagged along with one of my strike teams pops it >Hes about to say something fully but he explodes >Ah exploding bugs and ones that copy the schtick of the Horrors of Tzeentch "Strike team violence please">With that my retinue opens fire >Morgan ordering the psykers to cast pyromancies in order to combat Nurgle's taint>The one known as Maegor is especially happy as that is his area of expertise>I fire with my bolt pistol named Beak>In the midst Angela calls>... "Put them through">Be Angela, Ayin's greatest failure according to him>We are being hailed so I asked Ayin for permission>He approved so I respond "Greetings, this is Angela an aid to Lord Inquisitor Ayin. Is there anything we can do for you?">I make sure my speech is clear here, I know how the vox tends to be sometimes
>>98276033>>98278074>>98278440>Be me, Master Weaponsmith James Brimbleshire XII>Or Jim for short>Ooh ooh ah ooh>Ratlings>Who know? No know!>Kill banana-man? No good!>Hmmm, banana...>Come tally-man, count banana! OOH OOH!>Rogue trader man give me many banana>Me fix shiny weapons and make weapons big-big>And make new shiny weapons too! >Small foothair man always try take banana! >Or shiny silver leaf banana sit on>Hate small foothair men, hate much>I always throw dung at them>Ooh ooh! Stuck in dirty wet pipes>No help though>Orange sash humans hang them>Ook ook, good orange-men! >Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader>Rumbling, rumbling in the deep>Now where is this squat base?>Is it even here?>What is that awful noise>Still, the vox goes off>Oh dear>There was another reason to keep those ratlings in the cages>The Orange Men>The self-appointed guardians of the Avalonian religion>The Orange Order is perhaps the closest thing to a death-cults on the ships>Men who wear orange sashes and bowler hats>And who do vigilante work on the lower decks>And from what Henry is telling me>They're trying to lynch what few ratlings are aboard the ship>Those fanatics>I can't stop them, not fully>So for their own safety the ratlings will be kept on-planet for the time being>But what is that awful noise?>Umgi? >Is that even a word?>I suppose we better go and look
>>98276535>>98277983>>98278205>>98278668>Be Farseer Isendavar>The squat almost immediately springs into action>Thrungrimm seems pissed>But he hasn't tried to kill me>So I suppose I am in the clear for the time being>Still there is work to be done>Things are escalating quickly>And the dark kin has arrived >The last thing we can use is an inter-imperial conflict>So I suppose I might as well try and give peace a chance>Damn, I suppose I might as well go and talk with Ayin >But first I must diffuse this war before it begins>Chaos-Squats have landed>And what's more, I must contact the ship>To summon the warhost"Honoured Squat-Lord, I must ask you to belay your wrath, just this once, for the shadow of Chaos weaves its dark design amidst us. In the tunnels, the stain of nurgle has been found, your corrupted kin has landed, and the workers of this world dance to the tunes of Khorne and Tzeentch.">He looks at me in anger>Then he grows pensive>And starts to scratch his chin >It might take a while>So I'll torment Spencer from a safe distance>Telepathy is always fun"Morning Spence! How's the wife and kids?">By Eldar law, only a farseer can grant divorce or annulment>But unless he fancies Priscilla taking half of his Power Armour he'll keep that ring on till his dying day>When I run into Roshi I should ask wether those two know about the birds and the bees>Priscilla probably does>Roshi also asked me to scout out some worlds for vacation>Which I have done>But I'll keep that a surprise>Be Thrungrimm Ironbeard>Get yer lazy leg out of the pod guildmaster>I want me goliaths up and ready>Filthy fucking Umgi>I don't know why that Elgi awoke me, but it can't be good>Either he hopes to use me or he actually wants me to attack the Umgi closeby>Fucking Elgi, you never know what they're planning>Then he tells me>BY MY GRANDMOTHERS BEARD>The Frurndar.....>That, makes me, ANGRY>I smell the truth>And that makes me even ANGRIER(1/2)
>>98278803>CORRUPTING WORTHLESS UNPRODUCTIVE UGLY SPIKEY FUCKING CHAOS AND ITS MINIONS>Including us fellow squats>A beardling finally brings over the kron>Aye, chaos has a very long list>Hmmm, I might as well strike some grudges before adding new ones>Ordinarily I wouldn't trust an Elgi>But the stone is dark on what transpired while we slumbered>I summon the hearthguard>The guildmaster>The warlord>And the rest of me honourable kin>The door is still open>I don me trusty old exoarmour>Proper Gnol Squat smithwork this is>Unlike that Umgak power armour the Space Marines waddle about in>The first thing we spot are some underfed ratlings>And redcoated Umgi >Aye, not much has changed>I can recognize a Rogue Trader from leagues away>No beard to speak of, but his moustache holds some honour>I walk over"ALRIGHT, listen to me you umgi miner! I don't know what you are doing here but I intend to find out!"(2/2)
>>98278440>>98278668>Be Martin Rask>All men are armed and ready to fight>Proper weaponry and protective gear>Jones and his men split off to take the train to Staffordshire >They are bringing some gear with them to arm up the rioters who fled from the Rogue Trader's forces >My train is on route to Durham>I intend to push the Arbitrators out of Durham and properly get this snowballing>Jones and his lot should be able to push out the Imperials in Staffordshire >Lena is in my ear again, using her magic to give me intelligence >She says she'll try contacting some of the other anti Imperial forces that are on the planet>Ones who took advantage of us taking Cumberland, Chesire and Staffordshire >They have their own goals I'm sure but I don't care >They can either stay out of our way or help us kill the Imperial Dogs>Be Jones>On route to Staffordshire >Armed with enough fire power and melee weapons to take down whatever we throw ourselves against >We even have armour in the form of Goliath rockgrinders >Probably not as good as an actual tank but we have to make do as a mining force>I certainly wouldnt mind grinding up a couple off-worlders with them>Especially as I grew up hearing stories about how our world got fucked over by a Rogue Trader called The Bloody Woman from my family>Her actual name was Margaret apparently but fuck that bitch>I'd piss on her grave if I knew where it was
>Be me>Ostessar the Erudite>Of the Thousand Sons Legion>Though I no longer hold any loyalty to it>Magnus was a fool>Blinded by his own arrogance>Ahriman was well-intentioned>But a fool he is as well>That is what I think as I bring over my Rubric Marines>This place reminds me of Prospero>If Russ had finished the job properly>How fitting it is for me to come here then>Rebellion>How common a sight it is in this sector>Bah! Let Galmon try his hand at conquest>He is a fool likewise>But that doesn't mean I can't profit of his folly>I might visit the local Tzeentchian Cult later>To pick up the talented and the able>But I have more to do here>Brothers lost>Knowledge unclaimed>And I know where to start>I begin leading my rubrics to the nearest mine entrance>The dust of my fraters begins to gather around me>Their armours lie in depths>I am not the first to come here>Nor will I be the last>I silently march forth, letting the portal through which we came dispel"All is du..." >Shut the hell up>I have had to listen that for the better part of ten-thousand years>And its getting really fucking annoying
>>98278968>>98279408>>98278205>>98276134>Be me Lena Rask>Conducting overviews of the world with my coven>Compared to my older brother I was a more shy girl>Studious and weak compared to him>But we supported each other regardless due to our strong bond>Its why Tzeentch and Khorne put aside their hate when we started to rise up together>My brother and the miners do not know the true names of the chaos gods>It was more palatable and it was to ease in chaos slowly>At least it was>I didnt want it to be unleashed all at once but its changed somewhat>Tzeentch has allowed us to see that there are more forces of chaos on this world>One of Nurgle, one of the minor deity Vashtorr and finally more forces of Tzeentch>I am going to attempt to communicate with all of them>We need to know who we can rely on to assist my brother and his forces>I tap more into the warp as do my fellow witches and send out the following to the other other forces of Chaos"Greetings fellow followers of the warp. I am Lena Rask, one of the heads of the worker rebellion. I would like to know what your goals are and if you can lend any hand to our rebellion. I am certain my brother will appreciate the many hands in driving out the followers of the Corpse Emperor">My head and body tingle from the energy flowing through me and my coven>Thankfully with us all being connected thanks to being of the same community we can endure the warp energy
>>98278668>>98278803>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader>As we are overlooking the mining operations we hear a lot of noise>Heavy steps in the dark>"ALRIGHT, listen to me you umgi miner! I don't know what you are doing here but I intend to find out!">Oh no>It would seem I have been struck with bad luck>The Squats>And quite a lot of them as well>Heavily armed and armoured>Did that Eldar raise them from the dead or something?>What the hell am I supposed to do now?>I was simply going to loot their shit>But now I must actually deal with them>If I remember correctly squats tend to be direct>So my silver tongue will be of no use>No, I think bluntness will win them over>Colonel McArthain>Frae ane lot o' wee midgets tae anither>Whit maks us keep runnin fae them?>Coz this is gettin' pure ridiculous>Squats>At least they're useful folk in society>An' Lord Bannerman wants me tae neigoshate wi' them>Whit for?>Aren't ye meant tae be the yin whit maist?>Whaever, fuckin' fine, I'll dae it>But I'll be as direct an' tae the point as I like"We're heer for ye, or at least for sumthin ye've got; we thocht this place was lang forgotten and lacked a' life, but we were wrang.">I micht as weel try tae steer it anither way afore they think we cam here tae rob them"In the name o' House Ponsonby-Bannerman, I offer ma deidly apologies, micht I interest ye in some liquor?">If there's ony thing Squats likes>It's strong auld drams>Kindred spirits think alike, o' course
>>98278440>>98278968>Be Judge Wrath>No responses from Imperial forces so far>Grit my teeth in a bit of anger but let it go>One of the Chasteners comes back with information he beat out of one of the captured workers >Situation planet wise is that it all started in Cumberland when the Rask twins were able to take the Mine from the overseers via the first revolt>Then then moved to Chesire to capture a Rocker armoury as well help the miners there rise up>Their reason for rising is because of being forced to dig deeper and deeper for more resources>Overseers say they havent mined enough for the tithe despite the Miners meeting their quotas>I doubt I'll be getting any information by mine overseers as they are more then likely dead>I'll have to inquire with the Mechanicus at the Outposts to see if they back up the claim>If they do>I'll have to inquire the Governor about what exactly is the amount they pay >But for now I best focus on putting down any more uprisings>Order all Arbitrators to push into the city and find the mag train station >That'll be how heretics are getting around the planet>I feel comfortable calling them heretics at this point>Order Chasteners to kill the remaining suspects>Better to just put them down rather then worry about the logistics of sending them to our original landing zone in Hive Warwickshire >Time to go on patrol in Durham
>>98279408>>98280445>Be Ostessar the Erudite>These tunnels run deep>Several of mine Rubrics have already hit their head>No matter>They have endured worse >How long has it been?>I am an exile>I left Sortarius>And the eye>I swore never to return>My disgust was profound>Nine sons>Nine legions>What have we become?>My father never wanted part in Horus' misdeeds>But what happened then?>Those furries came down upon us>And Magnus' failings reached their climax>I knew then>As I do now>That I would serve no mortal>I follow my own path>Wherever that leads me>Now I have only three goals in life>Recover my lost brothers>Search for knowledge>And help psykers, whose talents are wasted by the Imperium >They must learn to awaking in potential>Not to be stifled by dogma>But unlike Magnus I don't intend to be reckless>My aim is like that of the apothecary of the III>Fabius Bile>But unlike him I know humanity won't evolve in body>But in mind and soul>The shackles shall be broken soon>The hour draws nigh>The empyrean brings me whispers>A young woman, practically a girl>Asking for my intentions and aid>I suppose I better act the part of a wise sorcerer if I want to recruit them"My greetings to you, fellow student of the empyrean, I am Lord Ostessar the Erudite, my goal is knowledge, my aid is unfortunately tied up elsewhere. But despair not, have patience, once I am done I shall come. I might be able to teach you a thing or two, both of sorcery, and of the Architect of Fate.">I sensed something else>A connection to a sibling>Most of my siblings are dead>Wether they be mortal or Astartes>The mortals died at Prospero>The rest died with Ahriman>Only a few remain>But it matters little>I shall push on>For my hope remains>Always and ever
>>98278968>>98280618>Be Jones>Arrived at Staffordshire and start hauling my men into the rockgrinders>We know where the Rogue Trader's forces have set up "Drive faster lets catch them by surprise!">The rockgrinders rev to life and we begin our advance>Racing through the streets >Waving a banner to inspire those in hiding to rise up and join our crusade>We shall put down the mongrels >Bring death in the name of the War God>Their skulls will be piled high >And the blood shall flow>I check my stub revolver >I've had this in my family for generations >It will enjoy claiming the souls of the oppressors
>>98280445>>98280914>Be Lena Rask, Witch of Tzeentch>I have gotten a response >Notably from the sorcerer pledged to Tzeentch >"My greetings to you, fellow student of the empyrean, I am Lord Ostessar the Erudite, my goal is knowledge, my aid is unfortunately tied up elsewhere. But despair not, have patience, once I am done I shall come. I might be able to teach you a thing or two, both of sorcery, and of the Architect of Fate.">I see>Well it's something at least>It'll be good to have some lessons in more magecraft>Martin might be annoyed but I'll keep it from him for now>I'll await the others responses first>For now I speak to Lord Ostessar"Very well my Lord, we will make sure once we have driven back the Imperial scum we will happily welcome you to Mine Cumberland. Good luck with your objective">Its always good to be polite>Its why I mostly do the talking with others whilst Martin is the muscle>Lord knows I remember having to get him out of trouble with father when we were kids>Mostly by lying about why Martin got into whatever it was he was in trouble for>Those were happier days I will admit to myself >But for now, I shall wait the responses of the others>Jones is preparing to assault the Rogue Trader>Martin and his men have arrived at Durham again, they will soon clash with the Arbites who are on the move
>>98278460>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy", leader of "Tom's Roughnecks">my nephew and I are with the vox operator on the bridge of the Imperial Navy transport taking us too Smethwick's End>speaking of which, we can now see this dark world from the observation windows>throne... that world is dark>I can see the lights emanating from the various settlements from here!>I am taken from my thoughts by the vox officer>He has successfully patched us through to the Lord Inquisitor>I stand straight, even though he can't see me...>It is a force of habit "My lord! This is Lt. Tom of the Felinid Winter Guard regiment! Our ship was assailed by pirates, when we conducted our counter boarding operation one of my troopers found intel indicating that they dropped off a high value target on Smethwick's End before attacking our ship!">..."It did not say exactly who this HVT is but he seems very important to the Arch-enemy's plans here!">I nervously wait for the Inquisitor to respond>Throne, do I hate dealing with the Inquisition>just being near them makes by cortisol levels spike!>as I take another swig of amasec from my flask... I am crossing my fingers>God Emperor willing I did not piss him off
>>98278460>>98281068>Be Angela>Hmm this Felinid seems to think I'm Ayin>No matter he has some news at least>"My lord! This is Lt. Tom of the Felinid Winter Guard regiment! Our ship was assailed by pirates, when we conducted our counter boarding operation one of my troopers found intel indicating that they dropped off a high value target on Smethwick's End before attacking our ship!">He stops for a bit to take a breath I assume>"It did not say exactly who this HVT is but he seems very important to the Arch-enemy's plans here!">I have Yesod and the twins Tiphereth A and B record everything>Sending a data packet down to Ayin >Respond with gratitude "Thank you for the information lieutenant, we already have strike teams planet side. Arbites are currently conducting operations in Mine Durham. I suggest for now you and your regiment provide them with assistance. Im certain their leader Judge Wrath will approve">I send him the coordinates of the Arbites makeshift command centre in Durham and then hang up >Time to look through and analyse the potential identity of the HVT>I have a database of known members of Galmon's forces himself included up>Ruling out Mingmó and Haek>Mingmó is potentially already planetside whilst Haek is dead>Leaves Kronenberg and Galmon as suspects>Inform several strike teams to investigate for any signs of either Kronenberg or Galmon>Giving them data packs of both know heretics>Let's see what they find
>>98278803>>98278668>>98278205>>98276657>>98280618>>98280959>be Bilby Bagend>as we march up to the entrance of the mines we spot the eldar coming out at the head of an army of squats >if we werent bound by our legs and arms we be finding some lovely cover to hide behind now >Luna the vox opperator gets reports that the chaos forces have reformed and that there are squats attacking several imperial outposts within the mines>as well as a very clear rummbling sound approaching>i start pulling at my chains to remind everyone im standing arse out in the middle of an open battlefield with a bunch of other halflings while the lords glare at each other >i look in the distance as i spot roaring Rockgrinders closing in >i dont think they're bringing the tithe "INCOMING, SOMEONE FOCKING UNCHAIN US!">im hoping the lord trader is smart enough to realize that if you want to try and prove your good intentions to short hairy abhumans with a power axe to grind against "umgi" keeping other short hairy abhumans chained up isnt the best foot forward>Thankfully Meatshield makes a "battlefield command decision" as she orders the Emperor's Forsaken into firing lines>what id give for my Exitus Rifle right now
>Be me, Captain Melgor the Steel Handed of the Red Corsairs >Vox's light up as our vessel leaves the warp above Smethwick's End>My lord our early reports show various forces fighting on the planet including those of the long war"We know the purpose of our visit, prepare drop pods and hit the key locations, kill all loyalist forces you encounter and if the followers of chaos impede your actions kill them as well.">Sirens ring as drop pods launch reavers prepared for pillage >I too find my drop pod and launch to the planet>The ride is bumpy, these old pods need work
>>98281004>>98280914>be Scion Míngmò>i weep inky black tears as my spliter ticks burn and pop like warm pustules under a cruel medicae's needle >"Greetings fellow followers of the warp. I am Lena Rask, one of the heads of the worker rebellion. I would like to know what your goals are and if you can lend any hand to our rebellion. I am certain my brother will appreciate the many hands in driving out the followers of the Corpse Emperor">i feel the sickening changing taint of Tzeentch >moreso than the simple coven that lived on this world before>another champion, though i cannot tell their loyalty>i chitter "this voice of the hive hears your voice, lost sister. We may serve opposite powers but under the hand of Galmon all are lifted above their faults." >i cuddle one of my squishmaggots for comfort as i mourn the loss of my spliting ticks "this one offers the aid of both the swarm and the horde for your promise of service to Lord Galmon...we have proven our worth by covering your retreat from the enforcers of the corpse god's laws. My children and husbands are ready to swell your ranks and teach your sorcerous kin the bindings of daemons....even the lesser servants that do not follow the grandfather." >i sigh looking over the scrolls marked with black iron seals, no matter how much i secretly wish it, no rot, no bug, and no taint of the grandfather grows over them. A gift from Galmon to win over the cultists if they prove worthy"you need only aid my Sister Scion in her goal of locating the ships within the mines. None know these tunnels better than you who suffered in them..." >i feel the warm sickening feeling of something wetly wriggling along my shoulder>a messenger from my Maggot children>indeed?>it appears our traitor in the Sect has a request>i shall see to it if i have time>after all i am a busy woman
>>98280959>>98281132>Be Jones>HAHA>We've got them with their metaphorical pants down >get on the rockgrinders old fashioned vox handle"GUNNERS OPEN FIRE!">A hail of stubber and mining laser fire roars out from the rockgrinders towards the forces of the Rogue Trader>The plan is simple>Wittle them with gunfire, charge in with the dozerblade and grinders and then disembark and clean up with small arms and melee>I do somewhat have to take note of their forces>Abhumans, guard elements, some squats which is odd as I thought they were all dead and some weird lanky elf things >Bah no matter>They shall all fall before us and their blood will satisfy the blood god
>>98280822>Be me, Unit 22-Eta junior priest assigned to local Mechanicus logistics outpost>Receive data inquiry regarding mining output along with request for support >Put in cogitator request for mining output, sending data to all parties whom have necessary clearance>New orders assigned, am to lead cadre of battle servitors to assist loyalist forces in need>Say chants of war to the Omnissiah >Servitors weapons blessed and ready>Begin long march to rondeau location Rho Alpha
>>98281004>>98281227>Be Lena Rask>The words of the Nurglite flow into our head>She speaks with a thousand voices, as to be expected from someone deep within the worship of Nurgle>"this voice of the hive hears your voice, lost sister. We may serve opposite powers but under the hand of Galmon all are lifted above their faults.">Galmon?>I let her continue>She is willing to offer us aid if we promise to serve this Lord Galmon, their worth proven by killing some Arbites>Not only that they offer to teach us more esoteric spells including daemon binding >This is very tempting>One last stipulation along with serving Galmon>We must help her track down some ships in the mines >If I remember correctly there was some rumours from workers drinking in the Braggart's Cross about finding some strange ship underground>I shall have to ask Martin about it as well as get his thoughts on the deal"Very well. Allow me to inform my brother of your offer. It is only right that I share this with him">Be Martin Rask >Conflict has begun>We came across some of the Arbites and have gotten into a gunfight>I roar out in rage as my laspistol starts claiming lives of the dogs>Then my head aches>Sister>She informs me of a deal>Serve a Lord Galmon and find some ships underground>In return full support from the Scions of Galmon>Grit my teeth as I shake my head"MAKE THE DEAL! IM KILLING IMPERIAL DOGS!">Be Lena>Ow my head >Return attention back to Mingmó"We accept your deal Lady Mingmó, we shall send out who we have in Cumberland to begin searching the mine"
>>98278803>>98278460>>98280618>>98280959>>98281132>Be Farseer Isendavar>The first confrontation beckons it seems>A pity I am needed elsewhere>I explained myself to the Squat Lord>Duplicity they hate>But they can keep a secret like no other>I must pull the levers >Get in contact with high command>To that end, I had a flyer made ready>To bring me to Ayin>Fast and quiet>Secrecy can be thrown out of the window>War is about to blow its horrid clarion>We land near Cumberland as well>To make certain there will be no funny business I contact his psykers in advance>Before making my way to his position >At first I say nothing>I simply pull out my passport>And the various imperial paperwork formally sanctioning me>Roshi always was so good as to lend me his seal for this sort of thin"You wished to talk, here I am. Things are already in motion, so I am afraid we must keep it brief.">Oh look its that felinid child>Guess the one-way trip to Terra never manifested>Oh well, the future is always in motion>Be Thrungrimm Ironbeard>Umgi Skaz>So you think you can just break in here and take me shit?!>That's going in the fucking book>The red-haired giant talks right proper Squatlish>Offering me spirits as an apology?>Ooohhh, if this crime wasn't so severe>Then a bullet shatters the bottle he was holding>WHO DARES SHOOT DURING A BUSINESS MEETING>FUCKIN CHAOS UMGI"Unleash heavy iron! Hammer that Umgak steel with true Squat fury!">ye in for it now, ye daft cunt"Hearthguard, to me! Drive back these Wazzocks!">Look towards those ratlings>Like the red haired one>A race of Skaz>Thievin' Grombolgi >But I suppose if I must>Break the chain with me poweraxe"Prove yer mettle Grombolgi! then I might plead yer case with yer master, but if I catch one of yer kind doing a skak in me hold I'll personally cut yer head off.">Fuckin umgi>Fuckin Grombolgi >Fuckin Elgi
>>98280822>>98281301>>98281352>Be Judge Wrath>Vox chatter reports that a platoon have encountered enemy resistance >Its the workers again this time more armed and donned in heretical symbols >No mercy to the heretic>Additionally I have been sent the output I requested by a tech priest in one of the Outposts>It does not specify if it came from Coventry or Rugby but I dont care right now>Outputs read that they were meeting expectations>...>Im going to have a long chat with the Governor about what the hell is going on with the tithes properly>I understand it being delayed because of heretical uprisings>But even before it fully kicked off, the yields met tithe demand>But it aside for now>Have to link up with my men>Its an all out under hive fight >At the very least we are bound to receive reinforcements soon as I also put that out as a request>We arrive to join in>Several officers and heretics down but the heretics have the advantage of using the buildings nearby>Bellow on the Nuncio-acquila "BLOCK FODDER PREPARE TO BE SENTENCED">Blow the head off of a heretic clean with my shotgun >Cyber-mastiffs running in to flush out the enemy>Be Martin >Its that damned Judge again>Not only that but they've sent in the mastiffs>Have to both fight them off as well as the Arbites>But I'm not backing off yet>Ive got some skulls to claim>I roar out as I slam my chainsword into a mastiff leaping at me>Severing it brutally and then rising back up to shoot with my pistol>Autoguns and lasguns scoring hits on Arbitrators as they counter with shotgun and other forms of ranged weaponry at their dispoal
>>98281068>>98281364>>98281203>>98278460>>98281123>be Lil Tom>uncle Tom is giving his report to the inquistior >who sounds alot more feminine than i assumed >Uncle tom carries on though taking another swig from his flask as i hiss in annoyance and leave the roughnecks as i go to the port side viewing of the void>..."hey Stacy?""yeah?""they blew up that ship we boared right?""mm-hmm." "then whats that?">outside the void is a much bigger red ship that is deploying red space marine drop pods >ive seen space marine ships, that isnt one of them>i hold the Aquilla i got from Tam a little tighter >be Tiny Tam>think hot thoughts>hot chocolate rations on Candlemass, the fire we sit around, the warmth of the ship engine i used to hide Wilbur in during deployments>the training works as i cast a small spark of pyromancy>its not much compared to Maegor who actually turned the rocks to slag but im still proud of myself>the bugs kept exploding into smaller and smaller bugs until the mine shaft collapsed on them >i look around as i see the Lord Inquisitor speaking to some eldar >when the feth did they get here>are they always here?>the robes look similar enough to the one who yelled at me about using my powers on Pershah Gulf but beneath that helmet they all look the same to me>i fix my uniform a bit as i try to look like how an inquistorial psyker should look>like i could go toe to toe with a farseer if i needed to>probably not if im being honest, but ive done some crazy fething shit these last few months since leaving Nordica II>either way im not that same kitten who almost fried her brain trying to scream a necron to death>i feel a pang of something that feels like worry>it didnt come from me>i look around without moving my head as i try to spot its origin>nothing>...>its probably nothing to worry about
>>98278460>>98281364>Be Lord Inquisitor Ayin >We disposed of the Nurglite bug>Definitely the work of Mingmó, this sort of thing fits her MO >We also have to clear away some workers who found us and opened fire>Eventually we manage to get to a quiet spot>Kind of eerie seeing as this Mine is the heretic stronghold>Binah alerts me"Eldar are here">And so he is>He hands me his documents and I look through them>All legit >"You wished to talk, here I am. Things are already in motion, so I am afraid we must keep it brief.>I look at him"Very well, I mostly want more information regarding how The Sect are operating as well as any more information you may have regarding Galmon">I then lean in close, so only he can hear"Especially if he may have any knowledge about the Seed of Light project. A key piece necessary for the project is on this world. Your kind and Craftworld have been tracking Galmon far longer then we have">The Seed of Light>One to give more hope in the Imperium especially in Imperium Nihilus>A way to stablise the Psychic Awakening>A means to give people the will and courage to stand up and face the darkness>Should it be successful in Imperium Sanctus then we can copy it in Imperium Nihilus>Something I have devoted my career to>...>It was "her" dream after all
>>98281282>>98281364>Be Jones>They have finally started to fire back>Mostly the Squats with their weaponry I dont think I've seen before>No matter>Order the gunners to keep firing whilst the drivers push the peddle harder >I want to ram and grind these fuckers into the very rocks>They will die like the Squats did>Wait how did the Squats all die again?>Bah doesnt matter >I poke my head out and fire with my stub revolver >Trigger finger was itchy>Yes War God I shall pile their skulls up high just as you demand of me and my men>The leader of the Squats frees the Ratlings>Well there goes some ground up Ratlings>Those thieving bastards know how to scatter exceptionally quickly
>>98281505>>98281364>>98281132>Be Sargent Packmaster Rùoshuǐ "OPEN FIRE!">my time dealing with the genestealers on Chyna made me HYPER aware for the sounds of rock grinders >even before Bilby screamed out the warning i was having the Bullgryns form shield walls with Luggers, Nightstalker sonar teams, beastmen plasma gunners, and every except the ratlings form a protective line to start laying down fire>the squats join up with us as we brace for impact as we exchange fire>figures>the one abhuman species never found on Chyna and here we are fighting side by side with them on our second ever deployment off world >what are the odds>no seriously, im going to ask Wu when i get back on the ship, he's so cute when he's calculating things >i smile a little smirk as i splatter a heretic gunners face into a burning skull of plasma fire before it slumps forward wetly onto his stubber >i hear Bilby screaming in panic as i spin around to see the Leader of the Squats raising his power axe as i rev my chainsword >but to my surprise he just cuts her free and screams something at her>it must remind her of McArthain because she scrables past him and orders the ratlings to take up firing positions to aim through the slats of the rockgrinders drivers>they'll have to make due with long las for now>i let out a howl as the Emperor's Forsaken prove our worth before the Lord Rogue Trader and the Emperor yet again
>>98281505>>98281541>Be Jones >Blast plasma gun fire>Those Abhumans are well armed for certain>Perks of being in the employ of a Rogue Trader>Means some valuable guns we can use against the Outposts and Hive Warwickshire should we claim them>Another thing not helping us is the newly freed ratlings have gotten their hands on long-las rifles>Meaning our rockgrinder's slant holes are dangerous now"DRIVE FASTER!""Im giving her all she has sir">I pull my revolver on the driver"I DONT CARE IF YOU SEND THIS THING CAREENING! PUSH IT HARDER">He panics somewhat and does as I tell him >We finally approach the Ogryn lines>Driver wants to slow down>I dont let him as I press the revolver to his head>Our grinder smashes into the ogryn line knocking some down via the dozer blade and catching one into the grinder causing blood to spew>However with the speed we were going at and sudden stop causes the driver to slam his head against the wheel hard >I barely stop myself and grab the wheel to drift and slam my foot onto the brake pad>I laugh heartily, my heavy mining laser gunner not so much>However this is a good example for the other rockgrinders>I disembark along with some of my men who joined me and open fire into the abhumans"FOR THE WAR GOD! SMETHWICK'S END SHALL BE FREE!"
>>98281364>>98281480>>98281505>>98281541>>98281607>Be Farseer Isendavar>The inquisitor asks me a series of questions>About the Sect"As far as I can tell, the sect is reeling from a recent series of setback which began on Happy Ending, then on Chyna and Pershah, Galmon planted a spy among them, which is quite feat to do within offshoot of the Alpha Legion.">I pause for a bit"The Sect is currently busy, trying to purge itself of any spies within it ranks. But if you wish to know their allegiance, incidents on Chyna and Pershah have at least ensured that they're effectively in a shadow war with Galmon.">As to the Galmon business"One of scions, Mingmo, is currently on this planet, you have no doubt seen her work. She is here to ensure Smethwick falls into his hands, she is one of three scions left. Haek was killed on Pershah, Epherstein has been replaced with a pirate of some sorts, and the last one, his name is Kronerburg, will no doubt show up to drag Mingmo off-world if the tide turns.">Ah yes, your project>Its aim is noble>But I do hope you know the risk involved"Galmon is no fool, though he is more concerned with conquering this world by proxy than he is with halting your....project. In due time, I believe he might be able to connect the dots. But he has other priorities, Pershah drained him of his manpower and equipment. Oh yes, before I forget, his given name is Gilbert.">All the Chaos Lords have embarrassing first names>Wether it be Zeke Abbadon or Lughft Huron>I do have a question of my own however"Tell me, is this seed of yours golden or silver?">It is said that in the elder days>When the galaxy was young and wondrous>That before the fall, there stood two great trees upon the homeworld of the Eldar>An obscure forgotten myth I found in the Black Library>As decadence seeped into our race the trees withered and died>Though the faithful absconded with at least two fruits and two flowers(1/2)
>>98281894>Be Thrungrimm Ironbeard>On brave Squats!>Use the thudd guns!>Drive those Chaos Umgi back!>Shoot me trusty plasma pistol >Of all the fucking things that umgi took with him he forgot to bring heavy weapons>Fine! I'll do it meself>Contact the guildmaster via me exoarmour"Urist! Fire up the engine of the old beastie would ya?""As yer command, beastie will be roused.">I look around me>That Rogue Trader has almost Squat-level weapons on him>Where he got them I don't know>But if yer out of vehicles I'll bring some meself!>Rhinos begin to leave the gate of the hold>As does something else*CHOO*-*CHOO*>OOT OF THE FUCKIN WAY YE FUCKIN CHAOS UMGI>The landtrain barrels into those fuckin umgak Rockgrinders>Me and the hearthguard move forward to engage in close combat>Me superior exoarmour protecting me>It is time>I scream somthing in the secret tongue of the SquatsKHAZAD!!!>The lads repeat it after me>An age-old warcry>For use against Grobi>I yell it again as I bury me power axe in the skull of anotherBARUK KHAZAD! KHAZAD AI-MENU!(2/2)
>>98280618>>98281132>>98281541>>98281607>>98281894>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader>Well, the negotiations have stalled>An unwelcome third party has arrived>Cleave one of those cultists with my power sabre>The rest get my archeotech laspistol>This is quite the pickle, I must say>Though not all is lost>With a loud whistle, a Squat landtrain drives itself forth>Shooting and ramming>Oh yeah, they have those things>Well I shouldn't stand around and do nothing!>That would be unbecoming>And with those Goliath rockgrinders currently busy eating the abhumans"Fergus! Do what you do best">Be Colonel McArthain>Fucking shite>Ye arena meant tae dee folk wi' mienin' gear>An' besides, the banes an' flesh will jist get stook>But the Ogryns' sacrifice buys us a wee bit o' time>An' that Squat train comin' through gies us a distraction"Drookians! Tae me! Once we're past them, we'll tak' them a'! Murder!">The bagpipes blaw oot>Come ower here, ye glaikit twat, an' show me whit ye're made aff!
>>98280914>>98281004>>98281227>>98281352>Be Ostessar the Erudite>Stomping my way into the depths>Brothers oh brothers>Why did you come here?>What is so special about this place that it warranted this expedition?>More and more dust begins to gather>Where are you?>But more importantly>Why were you here?>This planet seems to attract all matter of strange beings>A sorceress of Nurgle, An Eldar Farseer and his underlings, Inquisitorial psykers>Where I Ahriman I might try to steal the Farseer's library card>But I know an exercise in futility when I see one>I pause my murmurings>My internal dwellings>For I have found them>Husks of armour, dead eyed and long forgotten>Left behind by one of my brothers>But brothers should look after their brothers>The light in their helms goes on as I raise them from the dead>All is dust>I know>But you deserve better than to stay here>But I have you know>And nevermore will you be kept here>The fifteen rubrics buried here are added onto my own fifteen>Fifteen men for the XV legion>How fitting>I have what I came for>But I still have business elsewhere>And my curiosity has been piqued>I send out another telepathic message>A poor deal you made Lena>But it matters little >I shall teach you about the self-emancipation of the changer of ways"I am finished with my task, I shall make my way over, I hope the doorways are high, don't bother with any foodstuffs, my followers have long since forsaken mortal needs."
>>98281480>>98281894>>98281479>Be Lord Inquisitor Ayin>I order the Retinue to be on alert whilst I converse with the Farseer who answers my questions >The Sect have been infiltrated by Galmon and are purging themselves >However they are conducting a shadow war on Galmon with Chyna and Pershah thoroughly securing them as an ally of convenience for us at least>He confirms Mingmó is here and that Kronerburg will more then likely arrive at some point to get her off world should it go tits up for them>Finally the Seed of Light, for now Galmon is unaware but he may connect the dots at some point>Also his first name is Gilbert>... ok that's kind of funny >The Farseer asks me a question>One that I wasnt quite expecting>"Tell me, is this seed of yours golden or silver?">I pause for a minute"They are silver, Carmen told me thats what they would start off as be-">Before I can continue Binah grasps my arm>I realise why>I mentioned "her">The one secret I keep to my chest>I look behind me and Gebura is gritting her teeth whilst Netzach looks distant >Thank the Emperor I had my vox link off so Angela didnt hear>Last thing I need is for her to question things again >Why can't she just follow the script I gave her?>I start again, Binah releasing her grip "They are silver, I am certain they shall bloom into something Golden once we get the energy from the Well under the planet. Sorry for repeating myself">I am sure that should answer the Eldar's question
>>98281607>>98281898>>98281946>Be Jones>As I fire and leap into the enemy the rockgrinders deliver their stored units>As we descend onto them a sudden noise catches my ear>Is that a fucking train?!>The train smashes into several rockgrinders>Fuck they didnt even activate explosive caches>The remaining rockgrinders pull away from the Ogryns to go hunt the train>I didnt bloody order them to do that!>Its Ogryns!>Feel several veins on the side of my head>I roar out as I clash my chainsword against a Squat >Barely making a dent in his armour>But with enough slashes of a revved chainsword I should kill it>I take note of their leader and his power axe>A bit small for a human hand but its nice looking I will admit>Ears are hurting because of those damn Drookian bagpipes
>>98277997>Be Priscilla>Despite coming from a mining world, I never spent much time in mines>That is what miners are for, I mostly hung out in mountain villas back then>This world seems to backward and impoverished to have a large upper class, even the few middle class people I have seen so far act like hooligan gangers, except trashier >I am pretending to be an Interrogator, and my background as a noblewoman and an officer allows me to pull off the impression adequately >It seems like this mission may go okay for once>A local commissar crushes the head of a PDF trooper right in front of me, splattering me with blood and brains>I think I just swallowed a piece of brain>Fuck my life
>>98281352>>98282019>Be Lena>For now I cease the communication ritual whilst I gather some operatives>Cumberland had to go on alert as some of the workers had to respond to some hostiles>They havent returned so high alert>My operatives are few in number but I make sure they have good flak armour and weapons on them>They'll search the mine for the ship>If they cant find it they are to search the other mines or start digging with the rockgrinder I give them>As I'm finishing up Lord Ostessar speaks>"I am finished with my task, I shall make my way over, I hope the doorways are high, don't bother with any foodstuffs, my followers have long since forsaken mortal needs.">I respond back"Very well my Lord, our stronghold is Mine Cumberland, we shall eagerly await your visit">It does take quite alot out of me seeing as I'm not used to communicating psychically solo>It'll be nice to learn some more spells>Stuff I hope I can use to further help my brother's cause >Luckily for him the towns built around the mine has large enough doors for him and his men>Dont need to offer food or drink as apparently most his followers have forsaken it>A shame really>The beer here is pretty good>Regardless I shall keep an eye on my operatives by having one of the coven monitoring them>All whilst I play host to our guests and potential ally
>>98282068>>98278803>>98277983>be Spencer"Morning Spence! How's the wife and kids?">i feel my finger slip into the trigger of my boltgun on principle even if i KNOW he's nowhere near me>i guess this reminds Commissar Berkeley that he just sprayed a supposed Interrogator with brains as he leads us through the tunnel system towards the Hive Warwick "R-RIOTDONEGONNAGETYOULOTWHERESYOUWANNAGOGOVENAYOAKNOWITPROPERALIKEDEMINQUISTORSBEENGROWLINGLIKEDEMKNOCKASBEENABOUT'ATEEMNOTRACISTJUSDUNLIKEM">he seemed surprised we're not going towards the fighting but thats not our mission and additionally we usually get forcibly dragged into the shitshow against our will anyways so neither of us is in any rush>according to Roshi, Fagin is known to run through a series of agents and contacts that make up most of the underbelly of Smethwick's ends cartels, from water all the way to waste management>its not hard to get noticed when you're the only space marine on planet>or at least the only supposedly loyal one>i debate splitting up but that's pretty much a guarantee that Priscilla end up kidnapped and naked somehow so we decide to take the slower route>including a PDF escort and a grox pretending to be a commissar bellowing orders of "GETTAFUCKYAMUPPETS'ERECOMESDAINQUISTION" >the deeper we go into the hive the worse the infrastructure becomes>half the wooden huts have worms>and im not even a psyker and i can see these are not native to real space>the massing hordes part as i keep my head on a swivel>suddenly some grubby orphan bumps Priscilla >the little bastard pocketed whatever he grabbed off her as he uses the crowd to block me from getting a line on him>as im about to open fire she "orders" me to lower my bolter"yes....interrogator">im about to question over her vox piece why she gives a single shit about any of these hivers when she reveals the kid slipped her something"Welcome to Smethwick's End. Come to the Artful Dodger.">guess the Sect found us first
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>>98282064>>98281898>>98281946>be Scion Helsmith Droath >overlooking the chaos at Staffordshire Mine from the great war colossus >i spot the great landtrain tearing into the unprepared rebels >typical of the followers of Khorne too focused on the biggest target to see they are are being overextended>the commander himself seems rather unprepared to be surrounded by foes who out class him>as my eyes flow over the battle i see the former King under the mountain>along with those ancestors of mine and former kin of the Codesworn >it is time i introduced them to what they have missed in their long slumber>i tap the base of my warstaff to the command throne as i send out a scrap daemon across the battlefield to the machine spirit of the great land train [01001000 01000101 01000101 01000100 00100000 01010100 01001000 01000101 00100000 01000011 01001111 01001101 01001101 01000001 01001110 01000100 00100000 01001111 01000110 00100000 01010110 01000001 01010011 01001000 01010100 01001111 01010010 01010010 00100000 01001111 01001100 01000100 00100000 01001101 01000001 01000011 01001000 01001001 01001110 01000101 00100001 00100000 01001000 01000101 00100000 01000011 01001111 01001110 01000100 01000101 01001101 01010011 00100000 01011001 01001111 01010101 01010010 00100000 01010011 01010000 01001001 01010010 01001001 01010100 00100000 01010100 01001111 00100000 01010100 01001000 01000101 00100000 01001000 01000101 01001100 01001100 00100000 01001111 01000110 00100000 01001101 01000001 01000011 01001000 01001001 01001110 01000101 01010011 00100000 01001001 01001110 00100000 01001000 01001001 01010011 00100000 01010010 01000101 01000001 01001100 01001101][1/2]
>>98282437>as the code attacks the old machine spirit i order the Codesworn to reveal themselves>detonations from Sapper Teams blow stone work over the battlefield as the imperials find themselves facing ranged foes rather than just the melee combatants they were expecting >especially those bunched together given the explosives at our disposal>i will say this for our ancestors they unlike the kin, were not ones for form over function >Lady Míngmò has said the miners will aid in the uncovering of the lost ships>they will not be so eager to aid us if they lose half their command no matter how deserving his demise>and if i happen to remove the only other old kin who knows where the ships are?>then that is merely good fortune for those who follow the path of Vashtorr
>be Merduin Longestbeard>oldest living ancestor in the clan>hense my honorific>my dreams are troubled>im back guiding the new lord to his stasis pod as his father gives his life with his hearthguard to hide our location against the traitors"do you not wish you could save them? take my hand..." >i see a the hand of my old friend King Thorrgrimar Ironbeard>but my warp sight reveals the truth"begone daemon keep your forked tongue behind your teeth!">i use my connection to the ancestors to banish the daemons from the rites of awakening >the old sleeping pod awakens as i step out into the world after so long>alone"mmmmforph" >so old my beard is too heavy to speak properly"Mmmmford Mhrungrimmph?">i look left>i look right>i can't see shit, either>damn my eyebrows, my pod must have misfunctioned and kept growing my beard during my time is stasis>i lean on my stick as i tap it around as i wander out>the heavy clang tells me im still underground>good>you go mad if you spend too long outthere in the open sky>even if it is a dark dreary place>or i assume>still blind>i tap my cane as i gingerly use the exo skeleton attached to my body to move about"hey old man, you lost?">gasp>that indignant tone! >the scent of grime, poor beard maintenance, and most damningly, height! "FUMGI!">i raise my staff>i dont know how they breached the temple city but i wont fail my lord Thrungrimm"Ffffightening Bolft!">nothing happens for a moment as the traitorous umgi mutters something about lost marbles when it kicks on with a loud CRASH "HAHMPH!" >i fly backwards as i land hit the wall hard"mmmomthor foofher"
>>98282909>be Junior Arbite Cass>trained under Justicar Wrath >and currently leading the Lex enforcement and investigation squad in Spire Birmingstan formerly Spire Birmingham>unlawful changing of names without Terran approval - 10 year deduction on next tithe window>while Judge Wrath is preforming his duty to the lex i am tasked to determine why the tithe is late>so far i have filled up my lexpad >its been less than a day>an uncaptured unlicensed serial murderer >unstaffed mines without enforcerers>unprepared outposts>improper storage of tithe resources>improper building status of hive>improper pest prevention plans>improper title of world's tithe resources>improper planet classification>improper planetary transference>lower class citizens having unrestricted access to mining equipment rating lethal and above >the lord is sweating in a pile of rags as i finish reading off page 243 of lex infractions when suddenly a loud crack of energy goes off from his "museum" >i quickly add Improperly stored electrical equipment before i go to investigate>the center piece has apparently activated as whatever was inside exited what is clearly an old calcified stasis pod>its plaque read "uncovered during excavastion by Lord Rogue Trader Margaret "Mad Hatchet" Thracka Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, before selling planetary rites to the administratum >i take out my lex pad"improper storage of xenos technology""possession of xenos technology"and finally"improper handling of xenos without warrent of trade" >i slap the last fines onto the officer as i make note of the old pile of hair in the corner>if this xenos belonged to the Rogue Trader's ancestor than it cannot be executed freely since it might be part of the retinue >ergo he is to be put in storage with the rest of the lex breakers until we can contact Lord Margaret's decedent>in the mean time ill have to deal with this ritualistic murderer the planetary leaders have been unable to
>>98281123>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy", leader of "Tom's Roughnecks">I finally get the reply from the Lord Inquisitor...>or at least that is what I thought at first>the lady on the vox line does not very... "inquisitorial">probably the Inquisitor's Interrogator then, maybe?>I don't really know and its not my job to know either"Thank you for the information lieutenant, we already have strike teams planet side. Arbites are currently conducting operations in Mine Durham. I suggest for now you and your regiment provide them with assistance. Im certain their leader Judge Wrath will approve">Mine Durham... so I guess thats where our regiment is going to be sent...>I take my leave >as we leave the bridge I hand the heretic data late to the Naval Commissar"Space this damn thing, I think it is corrupted">with that I take my team back down to our regiment's billet>by the time we get there Lord Commissar Kate has already received our regiments order's >and sure enough, it's the Durham Mining facility>we gather our equipment and make way to the hangar>I make sure to stop by the armory and requisition another assault shotgun >I also tell my>knowing my luck... im gonna be sent on another suicide mission>my platoon, or as we call ourselves "Tom's Roughnecks", are going in first on the Valkyries>Lord Commissar Kate wants us to secure a Landing Zone close to the fighting, "LZ Panther", so we can safely bring in the Stormsword super heavy on one of the Heavy Landers>we strap ourselves into our seats for turbulent reentry flight>our dropships fly out of the hangar first>first to enter the planet's atmosphere>and first to reach the Durham Mine complex>as we reach the LZ I signal my men get up and ready themselves>I can hear stubber rounds hitting the Valkyrie's armored hull>as the rear door falls I yell"Come on you louse bitten bastards! Do you want to live forever!"
>>98282437>>98281429>>98281352>be Scion Míngmò>our base is far deeper down so i had to meet them half way>i feel my children crawling along every crevice and hole in these mines as my procession of aides join me>as well as two of my husbands having finally finished their time recovering from their banishment by those nasty sons of the dragon in Chyna Secundus >the miners sent are barely enlightened to the path of chaos let alone nurgle so naturally they react in fear>i dont mind that so much as one of them scrambles back he crushes one of the footipedes under his boot>not the wisest move as i close the distance "this one shall repay the loss of life..." >i chitter running a hand along his shivering face>wait, the alliance>they are meant to show me the way to the ships Sister Droath requested"i shall be a gracious ally and respond he need only repay a mere hundred eggs instead of the thousands i normally use for hosts">i inject him in the arm as he thrashes howling madly in horror as his arm is blessed by the grandfather by sprouting its own set of wriggling legs"oooooh, take notes my fellow Entomologists. The Grandfather approves these Smethwick miners" >i turn eyes alight with new scientific delight"would any of you like to offer yourselfs to partake of his blessings next?">one of them soils themselves>sigh"very well remain in service of the boring brute and malefic mad one. we shall begin the hunt for the lost ships of this world, the same" >they explain they have local auspex readings and old grox leather maps of the mines at their base in Cumberland Mine>i clasp my hand together as my plague centaur husbands hoist the newly blessed upright"most wonderful, lead on. we shall study the blessing of your former fellow to pass the time, tell me do any of you know the difference between groxflies and poxflies? well you see it comes down to the markings on each one pustules on the under carriage an-" >i do so love educating the unenlightened
>>98282064>>98282437>Be Jones>Engaged in melee>Finally managed to kill one of the armoured squats >My men are dying yes but the War God cares not>He'll be pleased regardless >As the fighting rages on the rockgrinders report that the train is acting odd>It isnt firing upon them anymore and there's something strange glancing off of it occasionally >Then detonations go off across the area>One of the Rockgrinders reports that we are being supported by some Squats with spikey bits>Right make a note about which Squats not to kill>hmm I wonder if they'll provide us with some more weapons if we manage to clear out these forces here>Eh they probably only will once we fully free Smethwick's End >Besides I'm fine with my chainsword and revolver for now>Have to spend an entire cylinder to take an entire Ogryn down along with making sure they are all headshots
>>98281429>>98283192>Be Judge Wrath>City fight has gotten intense>Ordered Subductor Squads to push forward whilst Vigilant and Exaction Squads cover fire>In response the heretics throw themselves at the wall of shields>Managing to push them back somewhat >I cannot identify their leader>The one known as Martin Rask>One of the Chasteners reports was that the Rask twins organised the riots>Martin and Lena>Martin has an extensive record of violence whilst Lena is suspected of being a rogue psyker>Whilst we clash I hear the distinct sound of a Valkyrie >Looking up and finally reinforcements >They are Felinids but documented at least>Abhumans from Nordica II having formed the Felinid Winter Guard>Grab my Nuncio-acquila microphone"Arbitrators push forward, Felinids fire upon on the heretic filth">Be Martin Rask>Oh shut up you beacon of tyranny>Still not good>Some of my men met in close combat with the shield wall and are going to pay the price>Pull the pin out of a grenade and launch it fully force at the shield wall>It explodes breaking the formation and also killing most of my men in the melee>They try to reform the wall but other workers also start lobbing their limited grenades>If they want reinforcements I'll punish what men they had before
>>98283546>>98282437>>98281541>Be Sargent Packmaster Rùoshuǐ>things were going so well >i watch as the heavy set train suddenly stops as out close set troops suddenly get peppered with lasfire, stubguns, and most damagingly explosives as i order a breaking of the line to avoid giving their grenadiers targets>i spot one of the Ogryn, named Muck, liked to count his home made medals he'd make to remind him of his time in the guard and seeing all the other troops be given actual medals>those same tin medals are now caked in blood as i spot some mad bastard rioter armed with a chainsword and stub revolver trying to push forward despite the fact his rock grinders are leaving him behind and his other equally intelligent allies are getting torn apart>i rev my own chainsword and charge in going for a headbutt right into his chest"YOU'RE GOING TO DIE FOR THAT!" >i bring my chainsword up as i counter his strike >im letting myself get too caught up in the rage>something is calling to me as i strike letting myself push further and further as i try to gut him>I NEED TO GUT HIM FOR EVERY LIFE WE LOST TODAY!>i swing my sword in an arc as i realize he caught the edge of my chainblade and his other hand is still on his revolver BANG
>>98283599>>98282437>>98281946>>98281898>be Bilby Bagend>shite luck all around today eh?>the lines are broken now>the enemy has the same squats we do save theirs are meaner and are using the advantage of height to bombard us>shite>we need to find a spot to hide>get some cover, circle back, wait it out the usual routine>for now lets get the Forsakken out of the BANG>no>no no no no no>NO!>im doing it before i even realize the fock im doing>if i wasnt doing it id never believe it was possible >im running TOWARDS DANGER>as fast as my hairy feet can focking carry me >i have no plan>i have no idea what im doing>i just know i can't let what's happening happen>i can't even pray that its going to work because after Pershah it became very focking clear im on the do not awnser list for the golden throne >ive got no armor>nothing but a stinking old ass longlas>so i do the only thing i could think to do >and use it like a focking Shillelagh as i bring it up to stop him from bringing that chainsword down on my sergeant>sparks fly everywhere as the oldest focking longlas in the imperium holds up against an equally old chainsword"YOU WANT TO GET TA HER YA GONNA HAVE TO GO THROUGH ME YA FOCKING BAG OF SHITE!"
>>98282113>>98283305>Be Lena Rask>As I'm finishing setting up for the arrival of Lord Ostessar one of the coven comes up to me>A sweet old lady by the name of Helen>Before joining the Coven and therefore the rebellion we all treated her like everyone's grandmother in Cumberland >A real community figure she is"Lena dearie your operatives have linked up with Lady Mingmó, the search is underway">I smile"Thank you for the update Helen, I trust it wasnt too hard on you?""Oh not at all dearie. I'm by far the most experienced Witch here. After all, its the community that comes to me whenever they have need of medical attention from an old wise woman">This is true, she does fulfil that role>Thanks Granny Helen you know how to cheer someone up"For now return to the Coven and keep monitoring the situation, look for updates on Jones and Martin">Helen nods her head and walks back to our ritual circle to keep monitoring>Finish the final welcoming touch with a Cumberland welcomes you banner
>>98283546>>98283599>>98283619>Be Jones>As I'm fighting the Ogryns>Seems I pissed off a beastwoman >She charges at me and engages in a duel >Though she us caught up in a rage >Unfortunately for her my rage actually lets me use it and be aware>So I counter her blade>In horror she sees my hand is still on my revolverBang>I deliver a stub round into her gut>I then furiously kick her in the same wound to the ground>I ready to end her by slamming my chainsword down when suddenly>It is blocked by a long-las >"YOU WANT TO GET TA HER YA GONNA HAVE TO GO THROUGH ME YA FOCKING BAG OF SHITE!">Hahaha>A Ratling getting into melee"Then I'll make your death quick you thieving whore">I bring up my chainsword and slam it against her rifle again>Let's see how many attacks it can withstand before my chainsword completely rips it asunder shall we
>>98283637>be Bilby Bagend"Then I'll make your death quick you thieving whore">assuming alot about me right after meeting me aint ya?>but fair assessment>not like im an argument against ratlings sterotypes>hells the truth is i knew about the Independent Ratling Army the first day we jumped into the warp on that gasbag's ship>but there was profit in it, so why rock the donation plate before you stow a few thrones right?>well this is what that gets me>couldnt save the little ones on Pershah gulf>not gonna be able to save Rùoshuǐ here>each strike pushes the longlas from useless to scrap to barely salvageable>i stumble backwards as i lift the useless junk one last time as it bites down into the metal i can feel the blade nearing my flesh as i reach to the side>GOT IT>i grab Meatshields, chainsword and swing it up as he brings his down>right on the wrist!>i give the traitorous prick the smuggest look a bleeding wounded ratling has ever given in the history of our rotten scum of a species as he looks at the stump where his hand was>that feel lasts about as long as it takes me to realize he still has the stub gun in the other hand >fock>i close my eyes and brace to feel the slug pass through my brain matter>it never comes as suddenly the bellowing roar several very pissed off abhumans from ogryns to nightstalkers are closing the distance and the champion of whomever da fock is given the choice to live to fight another day by pulling back to his men or dying getting beaten to death by abhuman scum rather than anyone actually respectable like McArthain or that squat lord
>>98281898>>98282064>>98282437>Be Urist Dragonforge>Guildmaster to my lord Thrungrimm>Also chief engineer on ol' beastie>Finest landtrain of the hold>With many a battlehonour to her name>We rammed straight into those umgak mining vechiles>Hahahahaha stupid umgi!>Try to make something proper next time>Open a beer>Bleurgh>It tastes like grog>So all our supply has gone bad>Grim tidings"Honoured guildmaster, computer-virus! in our systems!">I look out of a window>Fuckin frurndar >Tha feck is a Vashtorr?>Bah!>Unlike those Umgi cretins in the mechanicus we Squat engineers DO know the basic science behind our machines>What a bunch of daft twats they are>Get on the computer>map(reroute, compose(purge(scrap), activate(antivirus), activate(safety_subroutines), reroute))>And of course, the trusty old turning it off and on again.>The engine is purely mechanical so it run without it>Me and the lads quickly save our beloved train from that fuckin frurndar>But I am still furious>Get on the speaker"Thagi unbaraki! you shame the ancestors with your dishonourable acts!">Make the train turn>So his colossus can take the full brunt of our guns and missiles>I run over some more unbaraki as we go full steam ahead>Fucking unbaraki
>>98282019>>98282113>>98283621>Be Ostessar the Erudite>Finally walked back up to the service>We collapsed that wooden staircase>So we had to find another way out>Cumberland?>How long will that take to get to?>Six days marching?>Fuck that>I'm teleporting>I open a portal right in the middle of their coven>The rubrics march in first>Then come I>Cumberland welcomes you>Huh>That's is a warmer welcome than I've had in millennia>Still, their eyes widen as they begin to realize what they have just invited>Chaos Space Marines>The fallen angels of the Emperor himself>Angels>We never were angels>Soldiers>But not angels>Not even the I or the IX>I suppose we do cut an intimidating figure>I am the only one who can speak>So I might as well"Blessings of the Archmachinator upon you. I am Lord Ostessar the Erudite, of the Thousand Sons Legion. I believe we have spoken before.">I take out my copy of the Book of Magnus>The closest thing to an encyclopedia of the warp"I would like to know, before we begin, are any among you psykers by birth, or have you struck a pact with the neverborn? Both are acceptable, but I would like to know what I am working with."
>>98283637>>98283674>Be Jones>Slamming my chainsword blow after blow against that long-las >Turning it into mere scrap unfit for repair>She has nowhere left to run as I slam my chainsword down >Only for her to counter with the chainsword of the beastwoman>She severs my chainsword hand off leaving it a mere stump>I roar out in anger as she looks at me with a shit eating grin>It fades as I line up my stub revolver>But before I can pull the trigger a rock smashes against my head>Tossed by an Ogryn>I stagger backwards dropping the stub revolver>My last sight I look upon is a bully club smashing into my head>gifrelated>Be Terrance>Jones is fucking dead>That krarking Ogryn smashed his head clean off>What the fuck do we do?>Retreat>Ain't happening double down"WORKERS OF CUMBERLAND! FIGHT HARDER!">This might be fruitless>But I'm not retreating again like I did last time>My rage fuels me to slam my axe into an ogryn with enough force to cause it to stagger
>>98283621>>98283934>Be Lena>With everything set up I return to my coven>They inform me that Jones' lot have been reinforced by Squats in league with Lord Galmon>As well as informing me that Jones himself has been killed>They cannot parse what is going on with Martin>I worry slightly but that has to wait>As a portal opens within the centre of our ritual room>Stepping out are marines touched by the Lord of Change>Actual chaos marines>Some of the Coven are in shock>Myself and Helen keep calm>Then their Lord steps forward from the portal>"Blessings of the Archmachinator upon you. I am Lord Ostessar the Erudite, of the Thousand Sons Legion. I believe we have spoken before.">I bow as does the rest of the Coven"I am Lena Rask, your voice in person is different to over the warp line">We then rise as we watch him bring out a tome>He then poses a question >How many of us are true born psykers and how many gained their abilities from pacts"My Coven of twenty consists of 9 true born psykers whilst the rest gained theirs through pacts. Assisted by myself to make them">That's the assessment >20 witches in a Coven whilst the rest of the Tzeentch cult are operatives>We as a result arent as large as the Khornates in number>But we work together in unity thanks to the strength of bond between my brother and I>One that made the blood god and changer of ways overlook the situation just this once
>>98281894>>98282033>>98281479>Be Farseer Isendavar>The inquisitor answers my question as well>Silver>Then he makes a slip of tongue>Though I made no effort to read his mind I catch it>Your mind is faster than your tongue>Though I won't press the matter>This is a delicate situation>One where we must proceed with caution>From silver to gold>We shall see>The future is always in motion>By now my summons have been heard>And my requested back-up has arrived>Stormguardians, some aspect warriors>But above all>Fire Dragons>The main flamers of the Eldar>For usage in tight and narrow spaces>Like in the tunnels>I should probably caution him beforehand"Know this, as soon as it springs root, when the stem and the leaves sprout from the ground, the gaze of the warp shall be drawn upon it. Not merely the four, but the others as well, your god and mine. From Terra his gaze will be drawn, our gods shall watch as well, the hungerer shall be drawn to it as well. Do not think secrecy can aid you at that stage, for so bright it will be, that the cloak of the shadows shall evaporate.""For now we better secure the well, Mingmo has not made a move for it, but I no doubt believe she shall, there is another... A son of the cyclops, he too, no doubt shall search for it the moment he finds out about it. Do you have any specialists in tunnel warfare? Because I foresee there will be a lot we must do underground">We chatter on for a bit>But we eventually go apart>I open Eldrad's bag of tricks>Now let's see>Kalma-laced balls of catnip>An Alpharius facemask>A bunch of other stuff>But what I came here for>Sororita blessed, Emprah's own holy soap>Extra hurtful to any nurglites>I put in in pocket of my robes>Just in case>I might need to coat my weapons in it>Then I nearly bump into that felinid child>Yeah yeah>I simply hand her a ball of woollen yarn>No strings (pfffft) attached>I motion the troops as we begin to make our way down
>>98281946>>98283599>>98283619>>98284021>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader>What a bloody mess this has become>Those chaos-squats showed up>The Drookians are engaged in close quarters together with the Squats against the enemy>And I seem to be sitting om my bum, doing nothing>What would Captain Caine do?>Captain Caine, not Commissar Cain, mind you>Oh never mind>I know"Praetorians, form ranks, three men deep, prepare, aim, fire!" >Slow and steady >The drum sets the pace>I look behind my lines>Where the techpriests are still busy fiddling with the extra powerful transmitter for the voxcast"Is it done yet? I need to signal in reinforcements.""Negative, layperson, holy blessing of the machine requires at least four to eight standard time units known as minutes.">Well, I suppose that is survivable>Watch as one of my officers get shot>He never ducked>Good>Proper Praetorians never duck>Be Colonel McArthain>DROOK FOVERAH>filthy fuckin' shite-weasels>Me an' the lads are carvin' oot a bloody path>I punch a man's teeth oot>Afore gutting him>Then I spy him>The leader o' this rabble is deid>But his second is still aboot"OI CUNT">I yell"COME OWER HERE SAE I CAN RIP YER WEE JAW AFF YER HEED, YE UGLY TWAT!!!"
>>98282033>>98284369>Be Lord Inquisitor Ayin >The Farseer takes in my words>His companions grow with the arrival of guardians and the infamous Fire Dragon aspect warriors>He informs me of the risks that shall occur when the Seed of Light blossoms>Every force will see it and be drawn to it>That is always the downside of such things>I have a contingent built in>One that is in the capable hands of Vortigern for now>He then mentions how there is a sorcerer of the Thousand Sons on the planet>He and Mingmó might go for the well>On the positive the Eldar are going to help secure it>He asks if I have any Tunnel warfare specialists>I look to Willard, the MAC-SOG combat specialist formerly belonging to the Athonian Tunnel Rats >Eventually we part ways>Time to continue the operation>I task the Psykers to scour the underground>I give them a description of The Well's rough energy>Impossibly old, with a tinge of raw humanity behind it>An energy that can birth wonderous things from the minds of people>Morgan informs me she has found it>So down into the dark we go>I see a flash in my vision>Carmen once again on that field >"what is the point of having Wings if you can't fly to reach the sky?">It quickly fades and I refocus>I have a job to do
>>98284021>>98284593>Be Terrance>Our numbers are depleting>We still have rockgrinders at least firing their stubbers but they too are being reduced in number>Then a bellowing chant>Though sort of unintelligible, its clearly a demand to fight from the Drookian commander>roar in a rage as I slam my axe into one of his men>Pulling it out and beginning to charge>Swinging my axe down as soon as I make contact
>>98284647>>98284593>>98283868>be Scion Helsmith Droath>this has proven fruitless >the commander of these rioters allowed himself to be slain by the abhumans of all things and its quickly becoming clear the rest of them seem intent on following their idiotic commanders example>in addition the scrap daemon i unleashed has been banished and now the land train is opening fire on my colossus >one of the Codesworn turn to me"what are your orders, hell thane?">i run a hand through my mechadendrites bitterly>this is prove annoyingly more intensive than i first believed"if the followers of the blood god wish to die in this pointless act of defiance then we shall grant them their desire" >i tap reach to my belt and unhook a rune signifier as i insert it into the colossus command line>the bound hearld of khorne daemon within the rune empowering the newly birthed daemon engine "fire all Plasma Missiles and order a full retreat. We are done here, and i will not lose the true prize of this world on behalf of mere chain rattling slaves dying pointlessly for the supposed freedom of their forgotten backwater world">wordlessly the codesworn move to obey as the great war machine unleashes its payload that its been waiting to unleash since it was buried and abandoned>i can feel the angry knot of bitter fury in my stomach like a forge fire >this is a loss, but i can at least ensure the enemy suffers for it
>>98283192>>98283575>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy", of Tom's Roughnecks>my men and I charge out the back of our Valkyrie dropships>it seems we have caught the enemy with their pants down>they are unable to mount a proper defense against our first wave of drop ships>I take my squad, 1st squad, to take cover behind some heavy mining equipment>As I do... I come face to face with one of the heretics>It seems that they have repurposed their mining uniforms...>this bastard had that eight pointed star carved into his mining gas mask>he swings at me with his pick-axe>I parry with my Recon Las-rifle and kick him in the balls>he staggers back>this gives me the chance to blast a few las bolts into him at point blank range >his improvised armor does nothing to stop them>he falls backwards dead>I pump a few more Las bolts into him just to make sure...>taking cover behind a group of large mine carts I take in my surroundings>the rest of my squad has joined me behind cover>Lil' Tom and Sgt. Purr included>the other squads of my platoon have, likewise, found their own cover>that said we have landed in what seems to be a storage yard for the mine>loots of heavy equipment laying around>but this storage yard seems to be surrounded by hab-blocks>I look to the top of one Hab-blocks>there is a heretic heavy stubber nest firing on the Arbities>well then...>looks like we have our next objective!"3rd and 4th Squad, suppressing fire on that Hab-block! 1st and 2nd Squad, with me! We are going to flank right and take our that heavy stubber!">I after I says this i look to the sky to see the rest our regiment arriving>including the heavy lander>fucking heretics are gonna piss themselves once they see with have Stormsword with us
>>98283575>>98285660>Be Judge Wrath>These Felinids fight well>The Lieutenant commanding his forces with efficiency >Sending himself and 2 squads to get into habs whilst 2 other squads suppress that heavy stubber>For our part we keep pushing ever so forward>Steady advance and shoot>Subductors beating down melee enthusiastic heretics>These Khornates are just disorganised rabble>Is this all they can muster>Its almost laughable>It would be funny if there still wasnt an underlying question >How long has the Planetary Governor left this cult to fester >How many of The Rockers died or were converted>And why the hell are the data packages from Outposts Coventry and Rugby reading that tithe resources are on quota>But when the world's tithe is sent out, it mysteriously isnt compliant>Be Martin Rask>Blasted reinforcements >What's worse they clearly have more coming >This is a strike force whilst more land and deploy >Owing to us failing to capitalise on the workers living in Durham we only possess men from Cumberland and Cheshire >Rage increasing>One of the men suggests we retreat again and fall back to Cheshire>Maybe the demolitions men there have finished loading up some trains with explosives to send to the Outposts and Hive Warwickshire >I feel a twinge in my ear>Vox chatter indicates Jones is dead and his men are being slaughtered>Not only do we not have Durham, we are more then likely losing our stranglehold of Staffordshire >Rather then a retreat we're going to have to fight with ambushes and surprise "FALL BACK! STUBBERS KEEP US COVERED!">My men begin to fall back>Those not locked up by Subductors anyway>Whilst on the retreat I order my men to split up and go back>This time using the caves and hab blocks to our advantage>I shall go to Cheshire in the meantime >Check the progress on bomb trains and order one sent out>I at least want one outpost destroyed and I don't care which one
>>98284647>>98285624>Be Terrance>As I duel with the Drookian I know the large scheme is fruitless >Doubly so seeing as the squats on our side begin to shell us and the position>They're cutting their losses and abandoning us>Between them going and our failure >We'll lose the support of those in Staffordshire who didnt find the courage to fight themselves>Here we are supposed to be freedom fighters >And all we've done is just be angry"YOU LOT STILL STANDING RETREAT!">I'll at least die here whilst my men flee back>More then likely just going back to Cumberland>Where the witches can patch them up and our forces can swell again>Theres still some rockgrinders operational they can use>Many of them taking the opportunity to do so by kicking gravel up into the eyes of the enemy and heading to the rockgrinders>I turn my attention back to the duel>Swinging my axe as explosions surround us
>>98283934>>98284048>Be Ostessar the Erudite>They bow in my presence >How nostalgic>"I am Lena Rask, your voice in person is different to over the warp line""One of the blessings of Tzeentch, child. Behind my armour, I bear many more.">My purple-stained lips>Blue-purple eyes>And pale blue greyish skin>I do not often look upon my visage>It has been several centuries since last I took of my helmet>I wonder I have mutated further>Or if my armour can be taken off at all>Not that I am in a hurry to find>Twenty witches>Of all sizes and ages>Young and old"I take it you are at least skilled in telepathy, which good, but in this warzone, you must learn to defend yourself as well. Or is there anything in particular you wish to learn?">As a demonstration I make eldritch fire dance in my palm>Before shooting it in the air>Opening another portal>Bring forth a sizeable warband of Tzaangors from the depths of my Silver Tower>Some of which still wear suits and ties>Ever since the Cold Shoulder sector the local Tzaangors seem to have gotten it in their heads that they might be the next Brick>Tzeentch approves of their ambition>I do as well>Though it is a bit goofy"Go forth, bring hope to these workers that their plight might yet be lightened.">I turn my attention back to the coven>The rubricae might to a better job>But openly marching to war is not our way"I did overhear you making a deal with Nurglite, it is none of my business, but I must warn you that Galmon's trackrecord isn't stellar. Despair not, for that is not our way, think in possibilities, not in inevitability. I am not one of theirs, and I would offer you a path to true freedom, for with Galmon you would but trade one lord for another, if you wish to emancipate yourself as with the rest of workers, to seize your destiny and master it, harken onto my words.">The seeds of discordance have been sown>I shall combine psychic teachings with Tzeentchian theology>School is about to begin
>>98285981>>98284048>>98283305>be Scion Míngmò>i can smell the malefic scent of tzeentch fire before i spot our uninvited guests>it almost ruins the wonderous mood im in as the jibbering forsakken the blessed rioter i was studying has a fascinating new form"I did overhear you making a deal with Nurglite, it is none of my business, but I must warn you that Galmon's trackrecord isn't stellar. Despair not, for that is not our way, think in possibilities, not in inevitability. I am not one of theirs, and I would offer you a path to true freedom, for with Galmon you would but trade one lord for another, if you wish to emancipate yourself as with the rest of workers, to seize your destiny and master it, harken onto my words.">i can't hold back my chittering laughter at that as i reveal my party"how ironic for a son of the cyclopean puppet of the mad schemer to speak of failures. Lord Galmons recent losses only come from those lesser god's servants. unlike your scion. whose failures are the delight of nurgling bed times stories and are entirely his">my chittering swarm brushes purposely against feet of his tzaangor host as many legged rockpedes armed with slick juicy quills daring them to press down and find what glorious plagues and diseases would burrow under their sickening changing plumage >i gesture to one of my plague centaur husbands who carries several black sealed parchments"unlike this trickster who offers freedom laced with strings to tie you to his service, Lord Galmon is ever eager to let his champions prove their worth without clipping their wings. Your ambition need not be limited to the liberation of a single world of workers. Lord Galmon shall grant you enough aid to free an entire sector should your skill not outpace your ambition.">i look to the scheming dust collector with a grin as pop the lid on one of the scrolls as i offer it to would be witch"this is instructions for a summoning spell, take it as a gift to prove Lord Galmon's value"
>>98285857did you draw pic related anon?
>>98284048>>98285981>>98286063>Be Lena Rask>Ostessar reveals his face to us after speaking of the blessings of Tzeentch>Not the worst mutations for a face >He then assess the Coven looking at the twenty of us all of different ages and sizes>But United under the solidarity of community >"I take it you are at least skilled in telepathy, which good, but in this warzone, you must learn to defend yourself as well. Or is there anything in particular you wish to learn?">My mind races, spells to keep our men safe>The ability to summon the neverborn and have them bolster our forces>Especially with the recent defeats we have suffered>He summons a dancing fire that sprouts into a portal >Strange fusions of bird, goat and man exit>In business suits?>Odd but I have to expect it as a Witch of Tzeentch >He then mentions about overhearing my discussion with Mingmó>How Galmon has been failing in recent times and that I can truly emancipate Smethwick if I devote fully to Tzeentch>But I cannot as I do not want to upset the balance we have with Khorne>My brother bless him even with a pact from a daemon would never be able to awaken psychic abilities >As I am about to speak in comes Mingmó and her procession>She taunts Ostessar about him being a puppet >She speaks of how Lord Galmon wont clip our wings and offers us true freedom>As well as having a centaur of rot present a scroll>One with summoning instructions>Perhaps this may be the time now"In the end we all want the same thing. To see the Imperium driven off of this world at least. My brother and I have our reasons and you two have yours. Why dont we all work together for now? I appreciate both of your inputs regarding freedom. But our freedom cannot come if the Imperium still keeps us strangled down">I hope my words find root in them, though they are both stubborn>Much like my brother>>98286083No its from google images
>>98285981>>98286063>>98286129>Be Ostessar the Erudite>Oh lovely>The great game moves itself into the materium once more>Mingmo calls me a puppet of Magnus>How very ironic"It is a poor shepherd who blames his flock, and a poor sibling who blames her brothers, Galmon's failures are his own, if it not because of his own cowardice, then because he chose his scions poorly, or do you believe yourself an exception to the rule, Mingmo?">Bribery? how quaint"I don't offer freedom with strings, only mentorship, all psykers must be taught, and my gaze is not merely on one world. Last I checked the New Kingdom has 7 systems, and the Scourge Stars only three. I have traveled this galaxy over and over. I have seen wonders and horrors beyond imagination. Do not pretend to honest, or must I recall the tale of Mortarion?">Making use of deceit to entrap a primarch, how very Tzeentchian"At the very least Magnus still runs free, though I haven't seen him in a millennia or eight, what a pity that Mortarion attempted his rebellion. It reminds me of the daemon Skarbrand in a way.">I when that happened I heard Tzeentch's laughter reverberate in my silver halls"I can conclude one thing at least, that my grandfather can still beat up yours.">The gardens burned, the cauldron cracked, and a wound from which the plaguefather might never recover>It is not often I remember the Emperor>But it is moments like that which make me do it fondly>The young witch wishes to mediate>Hahahaha>Very well>I shall aid you"Bring me sacrifices, if you wish for daemons, you must pay the price they demand, weakening the barrier between materium and immaterium takes effort, but it is but a triviality for an archmagister of the Thousand Sons."
>>98286129>>98286249>Be Lena>My Coven watch as I attempt to mediate>I can tell all of them with exception of Helen seem to be nervous with how things are going>Lord Ostessar speaks his words being much like Mingmó's >Full of taunting and gloating >About how Galmon is weak and cowardly>but he turns to me>"Bring me sacrifices, if you wish for daemons, you must pay the price they demand, weakening the barrier between materium and immaterium takes effort, but it is but a triviality for an archmagister of the Thousand Sons.">Well then its starting somewhere at least>I am unsure if Mingmó will allow those taunts to affect her much >But hopefully she can see the bigger picture >Hell I'm sure her Lord Galmon too might see it as such>Allying with the Thousand Sons to secure a win>I look to the Khornates coming in to see the commotion>A man named Grant steps forward"Grant how many Rockers do we still have imprisoned?">He scratches his chin" 'bout fifty ma'am, most of the other Rockers are either dead or in our cause. At least the ones who got sent out to put down our strikes">I look to Ostessar"I hope that amount of sacrifices are to your liking my lord. It'll be valuable experience to see how a ritual is preformed from those more experienced in the field"
>>98286249>>98286129>>98286335>>98286063>be Scion Míngmò>the dust collector seems rather smug in his condemnation of Mortarion >while my husbands were formerly of the deathguard my alliance is to Lord Galmons works and his alone"for one who prides himself on seeing so much you are not well informed, lord space marine. though i suppose when all one has to converse with on matters of intellect are empty suits, one's mind is bound to think itself the apex of brilliance with little resistance.">i chitter as i see we are both vying for the attention of this cultist's mind>mine for my lord and his for reasons im sure he thinks himself very clever for having>i despise people who think themselves clever, be they sons of the mad schemer or the children of Isha >i huff as i rub my chitinous limbs together"My Lord Galmon has broken more than his fair share of your warbands to heel. If you were to offer your knee to him perhaps you would be granted even more dolls to pretend you're companions with.">one of my husbands gurgles wetly and im reminded of my purpose here"that said i would be "interested" to see how skilled you claim to be in daemonic summoning, i am told i have some time before the offered scouts are ready to lead us into the mines in search of our promised reward. So please, allow this fellow scholar of the warp to sit on your "triviality"....unless you fear a diserning eye of one who might see past your false showmanship? merely a jest of course" >I step back and let him take the lead>if i have learned anything from Lord Galmon is that you can learn something from anything, even from the pointless shifting madness of Tzeentch's pawns
>>98285660>>98284632>>98284369>be tiny tam>the eldar departs as he bumps into me and hands me a ball of yarn"what?">i go to ask what the feth this means when i notice he's already gone >i want to get rid of this since it feels oddly stereotypical to have been given this but at the same time Eldar know what they're doing so i might need this later>i just stow it in my pocket as i join the rest of the psykers in meditation>our job is to search for some sort of raw psyhic signal >morgan finds it first as i get a flash of something else>magtrains...>approaching post outposts>explosions, death, the warp>someone sees me as if he's seeing the same vision i am"l-lord inquistior!" >i run up and salute as he is getting ready to deploy down"i-i had a vision...i think.">damn it Tam focus"i believe the rebels are trying to use explosive trains to blow the support structures of one of the outposts, sir!" >i salute and realize im still in guardsman mod as i just stick to it>i something about those trains makes my heart ache, like something bad is going to happen >be Lil Tom>so that red ship meant feth all >not sure what i expected ive been in the Guard my entire life you'd think id know better than to expect the navy to react>im part of the squad sent to flank the stubber with my uncle >i have a few bags worth of grenades to reward them with >Stacy is sent to use that flamer of hers in the habs as we provide cover>the stubbers keep firing as i reach into my bag>a few frags, a couple kraks, a dozen smoke, and the "reward" i got when we got to watch the space marines open that vault on Pershah Gulf>im saving that>We settle on a few kraks as i put that Nordica II snowball fight champion skills to work seeing if i can spin the grenade into the more secure firing positions where the stubbers are too entrenched in for us to flank them properly
>>98284593>>98284647>>98285624>>98285857>>98282913>Be Colonel McArthain>I parry his axeblow wi me michty claymore>He's cleerly makin a sacrifice tae let the ither folk gang>Weel, be my guest>I swing for his midriff>Cleavin him in twain>Fucking explosions frae that chaos squat>A desperate attempt tae bury us a' alive, nae doot>Silence soon settles ower the battlefield>I look back at Lord Bannerman>As I order the medics tae start carryin aff the wounded>And burn the deid>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader>Well, at least this battle is over >Those missiles the Chaos Squats fired did massive amounts of damage>But failed to collapse the mine>So we walk outside once more>Finally connecting with the fleet in orbit>I immediately signal them for reinforcements>Of the armoured variety >And of various heavy weapons>Now what should I do now?>I am not very popular with the commons here>As Lady Margaret is apparently 'the bloody woman' and 'the mad hatchet'>As far as I can tell she is quite controversial>So I ask the seneschal to find her protrait>And her section in the book of lineage>So she sold off large parts of the protectorate, and apparently funded something called 'the order of the red hand'>Meant to exterminate all Ratlings>Why?>I dislike them but to try and murder them all? >I also get the call from the arbites>About a xenos from my retinue>Short and bearded>Very bearded apparently>In the palace on the upper spire>It's a squat isn't it?>Well, at least I can make a peace offering to the Squat Lord"I have been informed that one of your kin, very elderly, is currently in custody in the hive spire, I have the means to free him, I would ask of you to accompany me there, there will be free drinks, don't you worry.">What kind of mess did we leave this planet in?
>>98284632>>98286445>>98285829>Be Lord Inquisitor Ayin>As we begin to descend Tamera runs up in a state of some panic>"i believe the rebels are trying to use explosive trains to blow the support structures of one of the outposts, sir!">Now that is alarming>Better vox that in to the Arbites and the Outposts >Contact Angela"Relay the following to the Arbites and Outposts Rugby and Coventry. Enemy rebels are deploying explosive mag trains to send towards either Outpost Coventry or Outpost Rugby. Arbites locate the trains. Outpost PDF and Mechanicus forces be on high alert">Angela confirms and sends it off"That's that called in. Let us continue before the heretics find our Well">I head down following Morgan who is honing in on the Well >The occasional knock echoing around the mine thanks to the Knockers>We dont fully know why they do it >Perhaps its a way of communicating to each other and even us about potential cave ins?>Regardless I put that behind me as we continue our venture deep into the darkness>Flashlights lit to show the rock walls>These miners certainly put their backs into this place
>>98285829>>98286524>Be Judge Wrath>The heretics have retreated again>I'm not letting them escape again>Order for Vigilant squads to spread out and to get what surviving mastiffs on their tails>At least I was>However I recieve a sudden vox message>Its an extremely calm woman"Enemy rebels are deploying explosive mag trains to send towards either Outpost Coventry or Outpost Rugby. Arbites locate the trains. Outpost PDF and Mechanicus forces be on high alert">I'm alarmed at this>Get on the vox to the Lieutenant "Heretics have retreated but some may use the city to their advantage to reprise. We've got reports from the Inquisition regarding a mag train being prepared to destroy one of the outposts via an explosive payload">Breath"We shall stop them. Keep Durham locked down!">And with that I bark orders to my Arbites to make a dash for the mag train station>As we arrive no trains are in the station >Damn it we were too late >I check the route time table >We can intercept the train here at least>Be Martin Rask>Arrived into Cheshire to gather more men and the train>It is ready >PDF troopers who joined our cause have been tinkering with the mag trains in order to create these tools of devastation>Look to the map of the world>Select target"Send this train to Outpost Coventry. That place always angered me">The Engineers nod and get set to send it off>It has been automated thanks to the trains servitors being hijacked>Its a shoddy job seeing as we arent mechanicus but it'll do>The Coventry route from Cheshire goes through Staffordshire and then to Coventry >And because we hijacked the servitors >It wont be stopping there>At this point I have two options >Return to try taking Durham again >Or going back to Cumberland to plan a new strategy with my sister>I decide to go with option 2>Who knows I might actually meet those allies she talked about>I take the train to Cumberland with my men
>>98286249>>98286335>>98286370>Be Ostessar the Erudite>A game of one-upmanship it is then>Mingmo talks about how great Galmon is>I simply chuckle"Oh, the innocence of youth">Last time I met Galmon he came knocking at my tower>I sent him away with his tail behind his leg then>And I will do so again>For all his bravado he apparently couldn't even kill an old man and an Eldar>Oh you may watch>But I make no guarantee as to wether or not you'll be able to see anthing>I make the Rubricae place the knockers in a set of patterns>Then I draw the lines of blood with my force khopesh>Drawing wards, and prosperine runes>The climate already begins to change>The veil starts to peel>Thick blue-purple smoke begins to engulf the room>Behind which infinite eyes and mouth, spewing flames and raw magic await"Heed my words neverborn! I offer you a world plumb and ripe, come, cross over, and wreck havoc upon the undeserving lackeys of the corpse-emperor!">Behind it all, from the depths I see a lord of change>The veil isn't weak enough for him yet>But the Weaver of Destinies accepts my payment>And the goods have been delivered>Several Knocker corpses explode>Screamers, flamers, horrors>Enough of them to form a small warband>Including a herald of Tzeentch>Who does a funny dance>Bravo>But most importantly of all>And a disc of Tzeentch >Which I, of course, mount>I make it do a loop-de-loop for fun>Then I make it fly me to the library>So I can read some of the tomes there>Before returning"If you don't mind, I have better things to do."
>>98286335>>98286370>>98286674>Be Lena>After the last few bits of bickering between Ostessar and Mingmó the ritual is ready to begin >Grant and his men bring in the captured Rockers>These vile men who oppressed us refused to follow their brothers in joining our efforts>For that they are to be sacrificed>The summoning ritual goes off well as several of the Rockers scream exploding out as daemons of Tzeentch manifest >A small warband>One of gibbering horrors, fire and screaming fish>A daemon with a moon shaped head dances>Ostessar takes his leave"Thank you my Lord for the lesson, may the changer of ways summon many more paths for you to take">I look to the daemon>Then I hear a yell>Its my brother's voice"Welcome back brother, we have new forces at our disposal courtesy of one of our allies. Unfortunately he has left to pursue his own goals">Be Martin>Well my sister has been hard at work >I am concerned about the strange creatures of both the newly summoned and the rotting lot>but it matters not"I'm here to revise our strategy. We've been pushed out of both Staffordshire and Durham again">I grit my teeth in anger at having to admit we are losing"I assume this one is one of our allies?">I point to the strange bug woman >Lena nods"Names Martin Rask, leader of the miners of Cumberland and Cheshire"
>>98286771>>98286674>>98286370>be Scion Míngmò>that's it?>a small warband of jibbering lesser daemons?>im surprised he didnt acquire tentacle mutations to pat himself on the back for all his hot air >as he floats off to the favorite pastime of those Thosuand Sons not following the path of becoming ash, reading books rather than experimenting and dirtying his hands with field work>no creativity, they outsource their wonder to tzeentch's hurried half-baked run off >as i prepare to write my very valid critisisms into the Liber Insectaicus the other half of the rebellion arrives "Names Martin Rask, leader of the miners of Cumberland and Cheshire">ah the follower of rage>if a bit simple minded Khorne's works are not nearly as opposed to the Grandfather's works as the other Gods"This one offers greetings on behalf of the Scions of Lord Galmon, and brings gifts to aid in the recovery of your losses">I had Sister Droath send several crates of the squats uncovered weapons that her newly sworn Cogsworn did not need, power axes and lasguns forged of higher quality than the miserable scraps and common handmade trinkets the imperium allowed them to scavenge"there are similar rewards hidden in places throughout the mines of this world. With your miners expertice and my young's numerous eyes and ears we can arm your forces to out gun even the reinforcements that now besiege your home." >i put on my warmest grin, my many thin teeth pressing together like a pack of needles "My children are so eager to begin, shall we set to work?"
>>98286771>>98286848>Be Martin>I'll give the Bug this>Shes polite>"This one offers greetings on behalf of the Scions of Lord Galmon, and brings gifts to aid in the recovery of your losses">As she says this some crates of weapons get reported in over the vox>Lasguns and power axes>Even better quality then our stuff we appropriated from the Cheshire armoury>"there are similar rewards hidden in places throughout the mines of this world. With your miners expertice and my young's numerous eyes and ears we can arm your forces to out gun even the reinforcements that now besiege your home.">She gives a very creepy smile>But I can ignore it seeing as she mentioned potentially more armaments >She wants to begin the work"Alright then, best get to it">I bring out a map of the world and point to Cheshire"We've got a train rigged with explosives we plan on sending to Outpost Coventry, one of two locations that processes the mined materials before they get sent into Hive Warwickshire to be organised and sent off world. Its a mechanicus and PDF held facility, same as Outpost Rugby">I then point to Staffordshire and Durham"Here theres a Rogue Trader's force, sent some men there but only a battered few came back. Durham is being contested though I've got no doubt that Judge leading the Arbitrators is going to be coming for us">Lena seems impressed im actually using my head>Well I've got to start picking up the pace>The bloody Imperials already have"I can probably hold off sending the train out for whilst we gather those caches which will give the lads in Cheshire more chances to rig up some more explosive trains. Only downside is that it'll give Imperials more time to fortify their holdings"
>>98286523>>98285624>>98284021>be Bilby Bagend>im staring up at the sky as it falls down on us>the ogryn Mud and Bump are finished avenging Muck as they hear the orders to pull back as they hoist Meatshield up>im not as soft as she is, im might still be in chains but as far as most of them are considered im second in command of the Emperor's Forsaken>pick up everyone you can carry, give the Emperor's mercy to everyone we can't >there are going to be a lot of sad stories at Whitby's Prospect. the bar in the lower scum levels of the Starbound Soverign tonight>still since she's a sergeant Meatshield gets an actual mediae from the Lord Rogue Trader even though she's a beastwoman>the honorable lord is still trying to win over the squats but to be frank i dont give a shite>they have a serious axe to grind with the imperium of this world too>hells, im still seeing statues of "the red hand" purging the foul abhuman ratlings >the "punting of the Moot lords", the "butchering of the proudtoes", the "invention of the Ratling Skeet Thrower for Lady Marget's target practice by Magos von Hayek">its like im being shown the results of both sides of my choice>the ratling in me wants to find this bitch's grave and piss on it while the Emperor's Forsaken in me wants to find this bitch's grave and piss on it while ensuring McArthain doesnt find out>either way, i need a break"oi Ratling's get ta fuck. Orders are you're heading out with a squat scouting party to find those ships before the traitors do">FOCK ME LIFE!!
>>98282293>Be Priscilla>These slums are pretty shit even by Imperial standards >Where do they even find wood to make those wood shacks?>Maybe the “wood” is dried vines or badly rusted metal>There is some “surplus population” down here, particularly orphans>We had those too on my home world >Usually from the father dying in a industrial accident and mother ditching her kids to improve her chances of remarriage >Harsh, but that is just how things are sometimes>Often the orphans end up working for local petty criminals and such>Or as spies for more sinister factions>Hmmm, I wonder >A kid runs past me and slips something in my pocket>Spencer almost blasts him, but I manage to call him off and show him the piece of paper the kid slipped me>Artful Dodger, sounds like it is going to be some sort of crude drinking establishment>Hopefully this leads us to the guy we are searching for>No doubt it will lead to something interesting >That kid didn’t run into the middle of a heavily armed and trigger happy strike force for nothing>I guess now we are looking for the Artful Dodger, I wonder if any of the PDF escorting us knows where it is
>>98287127>>98282293>>98286674>be Lord Inqusitor Master Roshi Oda Toriko Akirama of the "Ordos Xenos">whew >just finished round 8 >and by round 8 i mean round 8 of interrogating daemons from Kronerberg>get your mind out of the gutter hehe>currently in orbit above the world of Smethwick's end in the newly remaned fromer grey knight ship, Ridden of Malediction >or as i named it>Riden Ma'dicktion HEHE>the interrogation has been long and hard to say the least>i only know a few secrets from the ordo Malleus and that came from my time dating one during my youth in the Cadian sectors >still i know how to torture the neverborn to get what i want>they gave me a few secrets ill be happy to share with Isendavar >and a few i might hold in my pocket for a rainy day>mainly that there is more to this planet than anyone realizes for Galmon to send Mingchiling or whatever her name is >i take this rehydration break to read the reports i got from boobs>honestly i might keep this cover for the newly weds going forward, Spence is good in a fight but as clever as rockcrete and Boobs is as strong as wet parchment paper but her training in both nobility and the ranks of the guard makes her adept at pulling off an interrogator>allows her to use those awkward pauses when she's jumpy as looking like she's debating shooting someone for wasting her time like most fresh faced interrogators get up to >as i finish the reading Spence's report i feel a major surge in the warp>something just sucked up a bunch of Tzeetch daemons >including some of the ones i was interrogatingsigh>guess i should mention that to Isendavar>i guess its time i head down there too>if Fagin really did send that message he may not be the traitor in which case Galmon will be very happy to shut him up before i can find out what i want to know"hey one you servitors, send identification codes to the dock that another inquisitor is coming down">i grin ear to ear"and tell to make space for MUH DICK!"
>>98285829>>98286445>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy", of Tom's Roughnecks>using the mining equipment as cover my 1st and 2nd squad quickly reach the hab-block>coming upon the entrance we catch the enemy sentries by suprise>or what passes as sentries>this is nothing but armed rabble>they have no discipline or standard operating procedures>If they did... they would have seen us coming and put up a far better defense>but that is no suprise...>these aren't traitor Guard or even PDF...>just miners turned cultists"Trooper Stacy! Burn out the first floor!">I don't need to tell her twice>Flame Trooper Stacy takes her Flamer and shoots burning promethium into the Hab-block's first floor windows>mean while Lil' Tom hucks a few Krak grenades into the enemy gun nests>good throws I must say so my self>the detonations silence the enemy heavy stubbers>this gives us a chance... to bring in more of our regiment>over the vox I call Lord Commissar Kate"LZ Panther is clear! Moving to secure and forward OP">and by OP I mean this hab-block>I fully intend to clear this building of stragglers and use the roof to get a good look over the fighting>I vox the rest of my platoon"3rd and 4th Squad! Move up on the Hab! We are going in!">I have Lil' Tom slap another breaching charge on the door>when it goes off I have Sgt. McPurr take point>she guns down the dazed and concussed cultists>one tries to swing a pick-axe at her>but she catches it mid swing and proceeds to gut the fucker...>stepping I keep my Recon Las-rifle on the stairway>Emperor willing we won't have a repeat of my first mission on Chyna Secundus
>>98287219>>98287127>>98282293>be Spencer>finish sending the report to Roshi as Priscilla as she finishes requesting to Commissar Berkeley the location of the "Artful Dodger""SORRYMUMBUTNOLOCATIONROUNDERENAMEDDATGONNAHAVATALKTODAADMINSTRATUMBOUTWHEREDATIS">ugh>i just walk over and grab the data slate from his belt >end up taking most of the belt with it but im busy plugging it into my vox feed to deal with that>the sheer flood of raw data is enough to almost stun my armor into thinking its getting attacked by scrap code>this planet is so shitily run that it doesnt take much to find break into its data steam>fucks sake they arnt even sure where the tech priest shrine on world is or even if there is one >its not much to use Roshi's codes to access the Arbite's data records instead>i've spent enough time undercover in Imperial outposts to know that with a name like that its easier to look for mentions a few centuries ago back when more competent people lived on the planet >got it"the Artful Dodger was a trade ship that crashed during the reign of Lady Rogue Trader Margaret "Mad Hatchet" Thracka Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman. It was carrying lumber from the forested knight world of Sevenboroughs in trade for seven score ratlings for the yearly ratling hunt. It's crash allowed the construction of the "shanty slums" and the creation of several thousand support beams for tunnel creation, its listed under an unexpected Tithe increase penalty.">i hand the data slate back to the Commissar trying to keep his pants up as i look around"best chance to find the ship they disassembled is to go deeper into the lower hive levels since the hive will have been built around it rather than remove it" >i look to where that kid scurried off to>he might have been guiding us to the first step of the path>or he might have been ducking for cover from an angry space marine, either is a fairly likely option >either way, we're going deeper into Hive Warwickshire
>>98286848>>98286904>>98286599>be Scion Míngmò>its a effective plan>secure, reasonable, and likely to work within acceptable causalities >but an unneeded fret for ones so young on the path to enlightenment"this one can ensure your armed train reaches its destination...or I could allow it make it all the way to the hive itself." >i feel one especially fat nibblefly crawl along my shoulder as i rubs its puffy red eyes with its hairy legs, this is a very special nibblefly as his chosen stalk is very dear to my heart"in return for a simple favor i could even ensure an "arbite" escort for the explosive train to whatever destination you desire; outpost, hive, even the refinement facility itself" >i feel the nibblefly eagerly rubbing its fit to burst body in my hand>i lean down and whisper words of motherly patience for soon its torment will be at an end"all this one requests is that ALL the corpses your kind have buried be given to my great work, from the graveyards to the corpse pits, Family to enemy. All that my children can gather." >I hold out the nibble fly as i finally crush it between my fingers as the sheer ammount of information its collected is released with its steaming entrails, i breathe in the scent and my eyes flutter with tears>EVERYTHING about the arbites on world>their numbers, locations, outposts, ammo supplies, names, fall back points, vox codes, code words, stratagems. Everything that "Arbite Whilhelm" uncovered with his siblings...including where the arbites sleep and could be given over to my maggotborn.>my teeth chitter as i take a moment to compose myself"are we in agreement?"
>>98286904>>98287863>>98287820>Be Martin>Mingmó as my sister calls her seemingly likes the plan>Even proposes that she can ensure it's successful arrival>Maybe even making sure it goes all the way to Hive Warwickshire >A place we have no foot in>But theres a catch >She wants bodies >From the enemy to our deceased family>I feel a vein throb>If it was just the enemy I'd be fine but she wants them all>But I did say that I plan to finally get my shit together"Very well you may utilise any of the dead">Be Lena>Not a fan of it either but Martin is doing well>Hes handling it alot better rather then tearing her head off for the request>The daemons keep gibbering wanting to cause havoc>Especially moon head "You may go to Hive Durham to mess with the Arbites and any reinforcements they have there">The moon head dances with glee as he rips open a portal for he and the rest of the daemons to go through >Hopefully they'll cause some disruption whilst we finish getting ourselves reorganised
>>98287127>>98287219>>98287831>Be Priscilla>Spencer tears the data slate and most of the belt off the PDF commissar and determines the “Artful Dodger” is probably a small tramp freighter that crashed into the lower levels of the hive>Well great, I guess we are going downwards>We pass through a neighborhood known as Little Pershah Gulfistan, or more commonly Shitistan >Apparently the Administratum tried to bring a bunch of cheap labor from the poorest parts of Pershah Gulf a few decades back, but the locals refuse to let them work in the mines, so the few that do have jobs work in waste disposal, corpse starch production, Administratum payroll, or at the space docks, and the rest either work in illegal/semi-legal trades like drugs, smuggling, or prostitution, or just mooch off relatives with jobs, or worker’s compensation they somehow seem to keep getting despite never working >Like many such neighborhoods, this one is in a part of the hive that is so badly degraded, nearly all locals avoid it, allowing Gulfmen to squat here unmolested>Raw sewage from broken pipes has submerged large areas, and the clicking thing in my armor says there is a radiation leak nearby>Broken radios play distorted music loudly, it reeks of sewage and badly spiced food, and the local dress code is somewhere between “Gulfman”, “Chav”, “Leprosy Survivor”, and “Crack Whore”>I wish my suit had a helmet>That shipwreck better be nearby>Fuck my life
>>98286524>Be Lord Inquisitor Ayin >As we continue our descent in the Cumberland Mine we finally come across something >We have been exploring for several hours now or what feels like it>I am uncertain how deep we are >Morgan speaks up"Through this wall here sir, theres a massive energy signal behind here">I smile "Psykers create a passage way">The psyker division lead by Morgan proceed to Mine through the wall>Because of it being done via psychic abilities it makes it so even without support beams the rock will stay in place>Rock dust covers the area but eventually passes and I look upon my prize>A lot of dead people>So old most of their bones are turning to dust>Floating above them is a dark orb>At first for those versed in xeno biology you could mistake it for an Umbra>But when I shine a light on it, it remains floating >Unlike an Umbra which would recoil and scream in pain at the light>Here it is, the Well>Or rather its product the Well stored>Cogito, the energy that will feed the seeds>I step closer to it pulling out a cannister Binah referred to crudely as the bucket>using the "bucket" I scoop up the Cogito, once it is all collected I seal it shut>Well thats our main objective complete>We need to get this off-world fast>So for now I store it inside my coat>The cannister is relatively heavy but I need to keep it close>If we lose it, i might as well be back at square one>Something I cannot afford to do>I have for a long time been using "her" to extract Cogito >But it is time and man power extensive>Both of which I do not have>This must be kept safe
