>Be me Lord Inquisitor Ayin of the Ordos Kabbalah >My forces along with the felinids have set up in the makeshift command centre of the Arbires>Mostly recovering from tbe Durham skirmishes>I have called for the current CO of the Felinids to report to me>Their Lieutenant is currently onboard the Well of Humanity getting patched up>I have given the medical officers orders to get him in contact with me as soon as he is healthy enough to do so>So far we know the following >The Arbites are on the hunt for the Governor, using Judge Wrath's cyber mastiff to track him >The heretic miners have retreated from Durham so we'll have to go looking for them>Their Khornate leader is dead but his sister still lives>Finally theres the daemonic activity close to Cheshire and Cumberland>We've got our work ahead of us>Best to send out the two brotherhoods as well as my forces to handle the daemonic activity >Whilst sending the Felinids out to help the Arbites>I look to the Felinids current highest ranking officer"Take your men into Hive Warwickshire, tell arbires on guard at the exits that you've been given clearance by me to help the Arbites in their investigation"
>Be me Judge Wrath of the Adeptus Arbites>Currently following my Cyber-mastiff 20-03-19 aka Seb in his pursuit of the Governor's scent>I have several ideas on what I'll do to him when I get my hands on him >Mostly of the blowing his head off with a shotgun after interrogation >But for now I focus on the current goal>Speaking of which Seb has come to a stop>Its a fortified position to say the least>A few guards on standby>Guess we'll do things the fun way>Get on the vox"Executioner shotgunners target guards set up in heavy weapons emplacements. Arbitrators toss flash grenades to follow up, subductor squads move up after flash grenades go off, Arbitrators follow behind and open fire on the enemy">Cock my shotgun"Go">With the command given the plan falls into place>Executioner shotgunners find their marks>Flash grenades deployed>Subductors moving up to capitalise on the flash grenades>Myself and the Arbitrators begin to open fire with shotgun, grenade launcher and heavy stubber>Ready or Not>Here We Come
>Be me>Farseer Isendavar>Currently going up the hive with Roshi>For a decaying shithole this place this remarkably walkable>Searching for this repository or whatever>Or this Mr. Fagin>Whoever he is>A death cultist>Or multiple people>Both probably>Now he won't get the drop on us>We're two very, very powerful psykers >Still, I do find this place amusing>Misty narrow alleyways>With no surface water to make rain with>We take another turn>It's very maze-like>Of course two geese got themselves caught again>I told Roshi as much>The Schlick>Now I am fully prepared to go after a Slaaneshi cult>I have my ways to get around the usual risks>But we will find that repository first>Because I have foreseen >Something interesting>As we turn into another alley we run into some graffiti>'Cypher wuz here'>Ah>Well>I turn towards Roshi"Just between you and me, this planet's fucked."
>>98340165>Be me>Master Ysberin >Of the Dark Angels>For over ten millennia we have hunted the Fallen>And it is for that reason that the inner circle has dispatched me to this sector>To investigate and report back>To capture and interrogate>Thanks to the rift we are having trouble hauling them back to the Rock>But we make do>Especially now that our primarch has apparently woken up>Haven't met him yet, so stop asking>Not that you would get an answer out of one of us>For now, our fleet remains in orbit>While we plan our next move>Apparently Cypher was here>As were other Fallen>So investigate it is>Have a thunderhawks made ready>There are several other miriad problems down there but we know our duty"We will go down there and verify these rumours, Deathwing and Ravenwing detachments will remain in reserve for the time being. Do not answer any attempt at vox-hail without my express permission."
>>98340005>>98340249>Be Lord Inquisitor Ayin >Whilst conducting operations Brother captain Ishmael steps forward"Strike Crusier Lance of Deimos reports a Dark Angels fleet have entered orbit">I stare blankly>Oh joy>Dark Angels>Meaning they'll be here for a while until they aren't for Emperor knows why>Get on the vox to the Well of Humanity"Yesod tap into the vox lines of the Dark Angels, I want you to gather their general plans. Keep hidden just record intelligence. No doubt the Scions of Lion El'Johnson are going to be difficult to communicate with otherwise unless we have a clue on what they are up to">Yesod responds "Yes sir, I'll keep tabs on them">He then hangs up>I'd best get a move on"Strike team with me, we're going to a digsite">I head out having given the felinids their task>Joined by the two Grey Knight Brotherhoods and my strike team
>Be me>Thrungrimm Ironbeard>Currently stationed outside the digsite>I...>I failed my kin>Corrupted they now are>We drove them into the depths>But now me and the Rogue Trader are busy keeping them in there>I don't know why we came here>Or at least I don't remember>This world is bleak and dreary>Crawlin with umgi>And they took all the minerals anyway>How much time has passed that we are on an barren rock>Apparently that umgi secret police organization is also on planet>I don't much like it here>Not anymore at least>I will forgive>No, we squats don't *ever* forgive>I will accept compensation from that Rogue Trader in the form of free passage of world>And new planets to settle>I know his kind>They say that humans do well at war because they treat it as a religion. >While we do well because we treat it as a business>And yet I know he is much, much closer to us in outlook >But for now>We have an war to win>I am half a mind to just blow the tunnels>But I not fool enough to piss off the inquisition just yet
>>98340249>>98340559>Be Master Ysberin>Preparing to depart>Power Armour all oiled up>Heavenfall Blade ready>I overlook the strategium one last time>Grey Knights>Where they are the Inquisition isn't far behind>This calls for extra measures>The wisdom of the Hekatonystika hasn't failed us yet>I turn towards my men"Maintain absolute vox silence, speak gothic only in emergencies, when speaking internally, use the old tongue of Caliban, and the phrases all of you know.">One of them replies"Deallaf, fy arglwydd.">Good>We shall start in this Hive Warwickshire>While subtlety isn't exactly our speciality >I know better then to start blasting plasma everywhere>And the drop pods are also at the ready>I also take one other thing with me>A terminator homing beacon>In case the Dreadwing needs to be deployed >And so we land somewhere in the middle hive >Close to some mechanicus facility
>>98340758>>98340005>be Scion Helsmith Droath>this feels...magnificent >like suddenly being able to breathe after being submerged in oil half drowning all my life>i have a soul>not a fake multi pasted gene crafted tau-mu copy like most of the Kin or leagues of vashtorr are given but an actual soul>im currently amusing myself watching Morimba Scumshoveler, version 202 get violated by a tainted cogitator's mechadendrites as my code sworn have established a stalemate with the non-tainted squats and the imperial forces on world >i managed to corrupt about half the hold ship including the onboard nav system which i dubbed a "young Votann" and about 3/4ths of the stasis squats aboard>that said SOMETHING stopped me from fully tainting the souls still in stasis>and i have a feeling it has to do with the living ancestor the squats are hiding behind their lines >he's been at this for hours now>im left with an uncomfortable truth, even if i managed to reclaim more than double the codesworn i had originally, there is no way to claim the squat fleet i wanted or promised Lord Galmon>and the only real way i have off world is to first excavate then fully corrupt and control the hold ship to escape this world>which means that old psyhic fart needs to die before i run out of troops >thus my musings>and watching Morimba getting violated>this is more enjoyable since ive gotten a soul >not sure why but it is>something to muse on later>while watching other things force themselves into Morimba for my amusement >i get reports that my Codesworn managed to push that broodmother made of the old bike storage section of the hold ship out of its cave and towards the squat and imperial lines >sigh as i turn from my amusements and watch as we try yet again to break through their firing lines its good to be back, im excited to give both Mingmo and the chaos squats a proper ending to Smethwick's end
>>98340043>Be Judge Wrath>Pushing forward to the facility protected by Subductor Squads>When we make it to the door I bring out my power maul >Activate its power field and slam it straight into the door breaking it down>The guards on the othersides panic and start opening fire>Subductors step in to protect and push forward firing their shotpistols"Arbitrators move forward, locate the Governor!">Now that I'm getting a better look at the defenders>Strange mix of bdsm gear and guard flak armour >God Emperor dont let me be correct in this>This lot are the Schlick arent they?>If they are then by the Lex we are going to be in for a grueling campaign>They'll die easily but the amount of sexual depravity is going to make me ten times more furious then I already am>One of these days I'm going to die from a brain aneurism from the fury>So I take out my rage by firing my shotgun at the enemy>Seb pouncing on one and tearing the cross dresser to pieces with his chainsaw teeth attachment >Man I love my Cyber-mastiff
>>98341691>>98340043>be Junior Arbite Cassandra>deployed with Judge Wrath's tithe collection force to this world that has failed to pay its tithe>i have accounted 10588 Lex Imperialis violations since beginning my investigation >as i move with the rest of the subductor squads we take point using our shock mauls to bring judgement to the lex brakers hiding planetary governor Choudhry>their outfits are hardly proper for PDF forces let alone noble house guards >10589 Lex violations and counting >i bring my shield up as one attempts to slap me with a pink dildo shaped like a tenticle as she tries to tongue me under my arbite helm>10590 improper melee weapons not approved by imperial guard ordinances>10591 attempts to fraternize during combat>10592 improper respect given to arbite representative>verdict? death>i thumb the power rune as she sparks and i bring my stun baton down on her head which splatters wetly >i hear Judge Wrath issue a warn of potential cult activity going forward>10593 lex violations, government alignment with rogue agents against the imperial tithe>still ive heard alot about the shlick >one of the veteran women in the arbites told us rookies stories of the time there was a tithe deployment to a world called Nordica II>exaggerating stories is a 3 month penalty under the lex but she insisted everything she said was true >for all the rumors these shlick dont seem like any different than the other lex breakers ive had to deal with on this planet
>>98340559>>98340758>>98341688>Be Lord Inquisitor Ayin >The valkyries taking my strike team have arrived to the location>Just in time to see a massive horror of daemon and metal burst from the ground heading towards the lines of allied forces>Well I say that>I still have yet to fully get Bannerman on my list of permanent contacts >And I'm sure the Votann arent thrilled to see us or willing to ally with us>Well time for diplomacy this is not>Order the Valkyries to set down so we can disembark>the 2nd and 8th Brotherhoods in reserve to teleport strike in when I give the word"Strike team assist the Imperium Votann forces in destroying the chaos squats. Psyker division focus on wards to protect allies from devastating daemonic fire power. Gebura, Willard yourself and the Stormtroopers are to sharpshoot enemy infantry">I look to the massive daemon engine>Maybe we should have brought the felinids>But this will have to suffice >Besides my idea is to at least clear away any supporting forces so the Grey Knights can dump everything into the massive daemon>Dreadknights though ridiculous looking are still quite good at killing war machines after all
>>98340165>>98340249>be Lord Inqusitor Master Roshi Oda Toriko Akirama>im not feeling my usual pervy self >its one thing to lose boobs and Spence but i have had run in with the Shlick>more importantly so have they>repeatedly >this reeks of wanting vengeance>slighted pride for the followers of Slaanesh are rarely settled easily>so im a bit more dour than my usual self >i got offered some "spotted dick" from a food servitor and i didnt joke about already having one >for more than 5 minutes >like i said, focused right now>Isendavar has seen the repository is holding something major >ive been led to the same thing>more importantly our "mr fagin" who wiped out the various Sect guardians on world has more to him than meets the eye too>i havent met him face to face but i have a sneaking suspicion its more than a usual death cultist shenanigans underway>as we turn down an alley we spot something "Cypher wuz here">oh fuck my old ass life, the weather is already making my knees hurt and now we got to deal with the only people nuttier for secrets than the Alpha Legion? >Isendavar turns to me"Just between you and me, this planet's fucked."hehe"Just like that time we had on Macharia in the Cadian sector">still its lucky we had disguises to fit in with the locals>im old and pervy enough sure, but this is still an imperial world and an eldar walking around in public looking for a serial killer would get us involved arguing inquisition more than hiding in the shadows >if anyone asks we're local planetary detectives looking for the "ripper" for a concerned constable Hump-Ryes
>be "Nurse" Felis >actually, head medicae of the Nordica Winter Guard>im on the verge of a frothing meltdown>there is a series of strange iho-stick packs being passed through the survivors of the Winterguard >they seem similar enough to the usual packs but soon enough when smoking them the effects become clear>watery discharges, high levels of mucus production, illness, lethargy, poor discipline>really really poor discipline>barely above penal troopers, really >again and again ive seen Lord Commissar Kate take every discipline she can bring to bare against them but its like whatever is in these Iho-sticks is infecting their very souls with disgust and poor life choices >or worse than the usual life choices anyways>plus they up really fething gross to deal with>and as always when anything is disgusting, it comes down to me to handle it>ive been basically a beleaguered mortuary handler given the losses we've taken>i can see the morale issue writing on the wall >we need some major resupplies in both ammo, troops, and vehicles>everything but that fucking Stormsword has been hammered to fething shit and back on Pershah Gulf holding the line against the daemons who tore up the imperial firing lines >we're one slaughter away from being left throwing rocks >speaking of slaughters i need to finish up my fatality reports >we took some major losses this time>all but one is settled>one LT Tom of Tom's rougenecks>our own little strike team >according to Mcpurr he got taken up to some sort of inquisition medical station >just as well we dont have the resources to take care of him>between this and the unexplained absence of our unlisted psyker we're in a tough spot as far as our combat effectiveness>one of my "trained" aides arrives>space marines in orbit>oh good is it those Salamanders who Tom befriended? we might be able to mooch some medical supplies off them?>no its the dark angels >...>at least its not the fething black templars
>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">be...>back home at the family on Carlos McConnell >I... I think I just got finished with some field work with the old man and my brothers...>odd... I don't exactly remember what we did today...>I just know that I'm tired and I'm resting with my head in mother's lap...>she is also cleaning my ears like she did when I was just a child...>I know it's weird and all, but I have always found it relaxing when I was just a boy...>she is humming that little melody too>the one she always did when she was trying to help get to sleep...>...>just as I am about to fall into a deep sleep she speaks..."Wake up Tom">what?>I'm not even asleep yet"Wake up Lt. Tom!">wait... what!?>then the smell of antiseptic hits my nose>I wake up...>I'm in some sort of infirmary >right... this must be the Inquisition vessel I was sent to>and looking over me is one of the Medicae..."Ah you're finally awake!">...>that's when I notice I can see out of my right eye again...>I try to speak, but my throat is dry and horse"What hap- *cough* *cough*">he is kind enough to hand over a glass of water from the nightstand as he continues"Well... the Chiurgeon not able to save your eye and had to give you a replacement bionic">the Medicae hold up a small mirror>he is right...>a good quality one at that, the sort of look almost like a natural one...>almost>the iris is cyan in color, giving me obvious heterochromia >it also gives a faint mechanical glow as well>both make it obvious that it is a bionic replacement>I look around>where is Lil' Tom?"Medicae? Where is the young white shield that came up with me?"
>>98342015>be lil Tom>im in the brig of an inquistorial ship>...>as far as carriers go i admit i may have made some poor choices>i recognized the ship that took Tam in the dock when we arrived>so i wanted to see what happened to her>at first the usual responces were met with "requiring proper clearance" and "you are in no position to ask questions">eventually after i heard one of the guards question why the inquistor was wasting a high end biotic on a abhuman i reacted rather poorly and insulted whatever shitty schola the tempestus scion came from and the teacher's potential penchant for touching boys >leading to my rather unjust booting from the medical wing where i was told to "help move things or we'll put you out the airlock">so i moved things>several things>some of which even ended up where i was told to put them>this led me to meet some rather overworked scribes taking stock of all resources the ship was moving and transporting including several highly dangerous specimens>that sounded dangerously like Tam to me>so i may have>not that im admitting any of this>stole a data slate >from one of the scribes>a few exchanged goods later, some of those iho sticks the winterguard is getting flooded with, a bottle of something vaguely brown and labeled like an ogryn tried writing high gothic, i was in and reading the ships manifest >I then found out something called "seed [redacted]" listed as "primus level security, located in bottom sealed laboratory" >i had incorrectly assumed this was the same seeds we had collected from the necrons on Pershah 1/2
>>98342079>so i may have then>and again im not admitting that i did>mapped the vent systems of the ship>to try and locate if they were storing tam with the seeds>not that hard actually, we felinids have GREAT night vision and im used to searching the tunnels on Nordica II >problem is that when you're in those tunnels shoot first, then shoot later is the default setting >this led to some rather awkward actions where i met someone else in the vent>someone trying to dress up as a Callidus Assassin like you'd see in those maganizes the Shlick give out on Candlemass that we're told to hand in and burn >back when the peace treaty was still on>speaking of the Shlick i recognized the symbols on her so i ended up pulling my laspistol since i was fairly sure if she was going to offer to let me go it be to make sure my back was turned for something hprrible to be shoved someplace horrible>ive survived WAY too many Candlemasses with the Shlick>sadly that meant the stealth aspect of my recon mission was shot>soon a scuffle between me using every trick i had and a basically naked woman with a phallic looking green blade in an enclosed vent who had somehow managed to sneak into an inquisitorial vessel >unrelated i need a new packbag>as well as 12 smoke grenades, a bottle of Vostroyan potato bear mink (70% proof), a copy of "The Imperial Infantryman's Handbook, abhuman edition" and new set of pants (whiteshield medium)>that led to the guard finding me and my peruser>so now im in the brig>and trying very very very hard to come up with a good story of WHY i was in the vents and how i knew that someone had snuck aboard one of the deployment shuttles to try and disable this ship for some God Emperor forsaken reason before some abhuman hating interrogator comes in>or worse, Lt Tom. 2/2Im going to try and be more active in the thread these times, im excited to see how the winterguard survivors deal with the Shlick outside of the candlemass threads
Lt. Tom anon here!How long, chronologically speaking, has it been since the events of last thread. I need a better idea of how fucked up Lt. Tom still is.
FYI, I summarized the last thread here if anyone needs a refresher on what is going on:https://1d6chan.miraheze.org/wiki/The_Smethwick%27s_End_Uprising
>>98341691>>98341725(1/2)>Be Cummissar Foxy Lovin, Schlick XXXIV>While the cool regiments gets to spread “love” and “happiness” on nice planets like Happy Ending and Archipelago, someone has to do the necessary work on shit worlds like Smethwick’s Ending, and in this Sector that often ends up being us >While the Schlick LXIX set up their little honeymoon for the mortals called Priscilla and Spencer, we have been tasked with causing a distraction, and also guarding our worthless local vassals until they can be bothered to flee through the portal we opened for them >The Arbites have tracked us to our hidden lair, a complex of bunkers built a while back by an individual known as “Lady Margaret”, whose massive portrait is hung behind my desk (one of my soldiers has painted over parts of it to depict the good lady as bound and naked, and has done a passable job at it too) >I brought a few thousand of my women, men, and everything in between to reinforce the few hundred local Choudhry henchmen guarding the compound >The Arbites and Felinids will defeat this force obviously, but it will take some time, for although my opponents are skilled combatants by mortal standards, they are not even the best soldiers on the planet>How disappointing >Hhhmmm, maybe when this charade is over, I will reveal my true form and go hunting for some Grey Knights, or the newly arrived Dark Angels, it has been a while since I have slain their kind >Sophitia Choudhry shows up and starts demanding updates on the combat situation >That one has balls, I will give her that, but she isn’t as smart as she thinks she is >I am not one of those Cummissars who likes to coddle their mortal soldiers and vassals and make sure they are always having a good time, I prefer to focus on my own pleasures and my own advancement
>>98342582(2/2)>Sure Sophitia may one day end up a valuable member of my organization given her skills at skulduggery and scheming, but I dislike her insolence >I make a mental note to use her as one of my personal bitches for a few years if she makes it off-world, or dies and is reincarnated in Yule Harbor >Then I cast a hex that causes her to cum uncontrollably for the next few minutes and have my women drag her somewhere else in the bunker where she can’t distract me >Now where was I?>Oh yes, organizing the defense >I envision the bunker complex, which parts have already fallen, and where the opposing forces are located, and start directing my soldiers to the most useful locations, and also picking some natural choke points to unleash daemonette ambushes and tentacle traps >I am not called Foxy just because of my true form >And Vin’Gloria isn’t the only one who knows how to command an army
>>98340758>>98341688>>98341742>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader>Ah, what a sticky situation this is>I had thought we had driven them into the depths>But no>Every now and then some horror comes out of the mines>Murdering their way through our lines before succumbing to heavy fire>What's more is that they have tried to assassinate that old squat like four times now>Both me and Thrungrimm agreed that he should be protected>Though he certainly can take care of himself it is important that he doesn't fall>But for now we are just waiting for the next wave>Jim is still working on repairing those heresy-era tanks I found on Pershah>Once they can join the mix we can try another push>Thrungrimm apparently also wants to blow up the cave>I want to call in a nuclear strike>Because holy shit its getting annoying>Several valkyries also land close by>Bearing the mark of the inquisition>Never mind the nuclear strike then>I rise up to greet them"Lord Inquisitor Ayin, I presume?"
>>98340870>Be Master Ysberin>Me and a small group have landed>Including the interrogator-chaplain>Thank the Emperor he isn't as insane as Asmodai>Now where do we start?>There have been reports that an angel was seen in the vicinity>A fellow astartes, obviously>So we go into this Mechanicus facility>The adepts ramble about licences and how the previous one lacked them>Whatever>Not my problem>So we leave>Then I feel something tugging at my robes>A watcher-in-the-dark>What is it?>An disassembled set of power armour?>Of the Deathwatch>Why?>What kind of a jackass leaves his power amour behind?"Pick those pieces up, I have a feeling they'll make for clues.">Then I hear something"Go go ninja witness elimination!">A bunch of mortals shoot needles at me>Which bounce of my armour>My turn>We shoot our plasma guns and pistols>Swiftly taking down most of them as they try to flee>Needless to say, we killed them>Save for one>Who I grabbed by the feet>Then I found a nice small room"Interrogator-Chaplain, please show this cultist why even the Slaaneshi fear to be taken alive by the sons of the Lion."
>>98342165Id say its been a few hours
>>98341691>>98341725>>98342582>Be Judge Wrath >Operation is running smoothly and on time>Clearing out the Schlick forces sent our way with relative ease>I imagine this is a relatively under trained unit>Though this thought doesn't last very long>The deeper we go into the complex the more ambushes we encounter>Troops placed in useful positions to cause the most havoc to Subductor squads pushing in>As well as coming from behind to attack Vigilant Squads>I bellow out the various crimes these scum have committed >Their Lex violations are some of the worst>Probably the biggest ones however are attempted murder of an Arbitrator and murder of an Arbitrator >Of course this is just what I'm counting >I'm certain Cass has been counting all the various breakings of the Lex>Shes a good Arbitrator and will make for an excellent representative of the Lex Imperialis >I trained her well>Plus she is leading the Subductor squads efficiently>Soon enough we've got new enemies >As well as Schlick soldiers we've now got daemonettes>Taking advantage of choke points"Subductor Squads tighten up the shield wall formation and activate shield flashes to slow down enemy forces so you can beat them down easier. Exaction Squads defend the flanks">I activate my Nuncio-acquila "Sweep! Breach! Clear! No doubts! No hesitation! This is the will of the lex!"
>>98341742>>98342881>Be Lord Inquisitor Ayin>My men get into combat positions as I ordered >Good on schedule>Ah there he is>Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman>He rises up to greet me>He was previously assessing the situation>"Lord Inquisitor Ayin, I presume?">I give a sly smile"Your presumption is correct Lord Bannerman. I know not everyone likes to hear this but we've come to assist in eliminating the monstrosity">I point over to the vile techno horror and its chaos squat companions "Ive got two grey knights Brotherhoods in reserves, the plan is to eliminate the supporting chaff then they teleport in to deal heavy damage to the daemon engine via dreadknights and psychic abilities">I'm straight to the point on this"Once we destroy it we'll sweep the area for any other signs of heresy then move on. Sound good?"
>>98340165>>98341780>Be Farseer Isendavar>Where does this mist come from?>Why is the weather always shit here?>And why is it that those two have the survival instincts of a Krieg-raised Blood Angel in the Death Company?>But if what I have foreseen is correct>Then the I is on Spencer's trail>He's far too bald to be mistaken for a Fallen>And unless that armour of his falters I doubt they'll see if he's Alpha Legion>Then again>The schlick seems have taken it personally >Why are they so obsessed with Priscilla?>Where I to place a mountain of spiritstones on one side>And her on the other>I am certain they would pick Priscilla 99% of the time>Leaving behind my internal musings about the nature of one particular sect of she-who-thrists>This diguise is a bit funny>A refined psychic illusion>Which makes me look shorter>Clad in brown tweeds>And a funny hat>Roshi also managed to find a bowler hat>"Just like that time we had on Macharia in the Cadian sector""Oh don't remind me, that was one quagmire.">In-between pretending to be members of the Smethwick Constabulary>Or were we private detectives?>Doesn't matter>I also take care to act as an fairly stealthy psychic radar>An Eldar ghosthelm helps hide your presence from the warp>This 'fagin' >Or as he is known on the streets>The ripper>He knows it not>But he most likely is a latent psyker>When we accessed the constabulary's archive I noticed a pattern>Most of his victims were prostitutes and sect members>Infected prostitutes>With the sort of disease not of the mundane>So I am against removing him off the board if I can help it>Psychically, all of the powerhouses save myself are either in the upper spire or out near the mines>But his trace can be felt>And so we come one step closer"He isn't close, but he also isn't far away. If we continue on our path, we will find him, if ill fortune strikes us, he will find us."
>>98342104>>98342015>Be Binah, theta grade psyker and Interrogator under Ayin>I have a few new friends here in my brig >I have the witch known as Megan or Meg>She lacks a tongue thanks to being reverted from her previous state so interrogation is done via more psychic methods >But here also I have a small felinid>Cute little bugger>But was also found crawling around the vents after killing a schlick member cosplaying as an assassin who was also in the vents>Hmm seems we'll have to clear out the vents>Dont want anything else to be up there>Especially cat hair, that'd be hell to have blowing round the ship>But back to him>His identification marks him as a Lil'Tom, nephew of the newly recovered Lieutenant Tom McFluffy in the medbay>I brought two cups of black tea>Placing one in his cell whilst I drink the other"Do you mind telling me why you were sneaking around the vents of an Inquisitorial ship? Don't lie during your statement. I wouldnt want your mind to break if I have to pry it apart">I take a sip as I sit back and wait for this tale he shall spin>I am not joking when I say I'll pry his mind apart if he lies>He should be thankful I'm not an abhuman hater>I cant be anyway seeing as Psykers are technically a strain of abhuman seeing as we are different from baseline humans
>>98342881>>98342982>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader>I shake his hand>He grins>"Your presumption is correct Lord Bannerman. I know not everyone likes to hear this but we've come to assist in eliminating the monstrosity">Indeed>It's wrecking havoc through our infantry lines>Though armour fire keeps it from reaching its full potential>"Ive got two grey knights Brotherhoods in reserves, the plan is to eliminate the supporting chaff then they teleport in to deal heavy damage to the daemon engine via dreadknights and psychic abilities">As good a plan as ever I suppose>Beats blowing it all up>"Once we destroy it we'll sweep the area for any other signs of heresy then move on. Sound good?""Very well, give me a moment.">Get on the vox >Call in a napalm strike on the chaos-squats>Now, it most likely won't kill them>But I do have something that can>As fanatical as kriegers>And as expendable as them as well>And let today be the day of their holiday>Well it was yesterday>But they don't do it the day of worship>One of their groups already raised their orange banner>And started to sing one of their songs"The Avalonian Boys are loyal and true Stout hearted in battle and stout-handed tooThe Protestant Boys are true to the lastAnd faithful and peaceful when danger has passedAnd Oh! they bear and proudly wearThe colours that floated o'er many a frayWhere lascannon were flashingAnd sabres were clashingThe Avalonian Boys still carried the day.">Coincidentally they all hate ratlings>And because they're forbidden from killing the ones on our side>Nominally at least>They are more than eager to take it out on the chaos squats>If they're faith is strong>Which it certainly is>Then they're orange banners and sashes will gain them victory>I order forward as soon as the napalm has burnt out
>>98343221>>98342982>>98340758>>98341688>be Scout Captain Karl Torin Borin Ironbeard >7th son of the true Thane >and i am committing a grudge against my father's commands>Merduin Longestbeard has entered a meditative state to try and protect as many souls within the hold ship as he can while we sit and let others fight our battles for us>every moment more of our kin is lost and given to the enemy >our last remnants of home are being tainted and any hope of finding the other hold ships that escaped the Bane dwindle>the Ironbeard were not the only clan hold ship to escape the swarm that day, Merduin told us the story as beardlings>to that end i have broken the command to hold the line >13 brave souls have also broken their oaths to lord to join me as we ready to enter the caves while the techbeast attempts to tear into the umgi's ranks>i will no more intrust my kin's fate to him than the traitor if i can help it "well well well, whats this then?">i recognize that voice as i turn spotting the ratling woman we guided through the mines before"none of your business ratling." "anything that happens outside the command structure tends to be my business, beardling">id write that slight in the book if i had the time"i assume you mean to turn my dishonor over to my Lord for some reward?""and go near those big apes that are itching to rip me arse to spine? nae, id rather get as far from them as possible...like into the tunnels maybe?">i squint at her"there is no reward in aiding us""Sure, im absolutely believe there is no reward in saving a squat hold ship stuffed with rare goodies the man who plans to decide my fate is eager to get a cut of.">ah there it is"one 14th percent share of whatever you find aiding our goal""done">i had expected her to haggle more>regardless my men and the ratlings she can round up eager to be far away from whatever these "orangemen" are head into one of the secret slag tunnels as we attempt to sneak behind enemy lines
>>98342982>>98343221>>98343350>Be Lord Inquisitor Ayin >I do love it when a plan comes together >Bannerman agrees to my plan of dealing with chaff first then Grey Knight teleport assault >He gets on his vox and calls in an air strike>The strike comes swiftly >Napalm? I can work with this>I notice a merry band of votann taking some ratlings with them through a tunnel way >More then likely heading into whats left of the hold ship in the dig site>Theres also those Avalonian Boys who enter the field and sing their merry chant of patriotism>Finally Juno and her squad of stormtroopers "Gebura, Willard, Juno take the storm troopers and provide covering fire for the Avalonians. Psykers Tamera, Nashandra and Bors keep wards of protection up. Caradoc and Maegor assist the Avalonians march with psychic abilities">It is a bit annoying not having Binah down here to assist but shes got important things to do up in orbit>My men do as they are ordered almost like clockwork>Once the napalm burns out all will be set in motion>I vox to Ishmael and Esau to hold steady>Yesod reports back that hes tapped the Dark Angels vox network>Its mostly silent and what is being spoken requires translation>Something that would be hard to do on the fly>Tell him to keep at it, he's the data analyst after all>I then hang up and look back to the battlefield >My white coat flapping slightly in the wind
(1/3)>Be Lord Cummissar Vin’Gloria >Ever since my brief success on Chyna Secundus, I have been on the rise >Lord Cummissar >In theory I am in command of a number of Schlick regiments scattered across several Sectors, but in practice your typical Schlick regiment doesn’t need that much micromanagement, so I get to waste a lot of time and resources on various pointless obsessions, which is kind of the whole point of being a powerful Slaaneshi daemonette really >To be honest, I kind of forgot I put an extravagant bounty on Priscilla’s head, she was like, five obsessions ago, but what the hell, now that she is back on my radar, we might as well do something special>I asked my Seers what Priscilla has been up to since she escaped me on Chyna, and heard about the “wedding” between her and Spencer arranged by a certain Isendavar, who coincidentally I once slept with back when I was a mortal Eldar Princess from Saim-Hann >I find the concept highly amusing, so I decide to make some improvements and do a do-over >The Choudhrys were kind enough to provide one of their hidden bunkers, which we fortified the crap out of and turned the most secure room into a “honeymoon suite” >We got the Schlick LXIX dressed up as bridesmaids, or groomsmen (or both, gender is a fluid concept among the followers of Slaanesh) providing security, working as the film crew, or helping Priscilla and Spencer get in the mood >We have daemonettes overseeing things, or disguised as ordinary cultists >We even have a few Chaos Space Marines hired from our allied warbands like the Very Pretty Marines and Slaanesh’s Simps on muscle duty in case Spencer needs some manhandling
>>98344595(2/3)>The plan is to wait until they are both awake, give them a few minutes to contemplate their situation, and then use a mix of drugs and psychic powers to get them to pound the crap out of each other until the Imperials finally get around to driving us off the planet, and then bring them back to Yule Harbor so they can keep pounding away for the next few days, years, centuries, however long it takes for me to think of something else for them to do, so maybe for the rest of eternity really because chances are I will just forget about them after a few months >Normally Priscilla wouldn’t survive that sort of pounding for more than a few seconds, but I have a few biomancers on hand that can fix anything the second it breaks, and maybe we will eventually turn her into a quasi-daemonette once her sense of identity has been destroyed enough >Oh good, Spencer is awake >I am about to go enter the room, when one of my aides notifies me that Scion Mingmo from Galmon’s faction is here to parlay >Ugh, those guys again >Thanks to Zheng Yi Sow’s weird hateboner for us, Galmon’s forces have caused a few minor disruptions to our operations in this Sector >Which is unfortunate, since we usually prefer to work with, not against, any Chaos warbands whose territory ends up overlapping ours >Time for a bit of diplomacy I suppose >Mingmo is mostly interested in Spencer, and specifically breaking down his personality in order to corrupt him >Hmm, fine, I can work with that >Spencer and Priscilla clearly have some sort of connection, and defiling that connection will destabilize Spencer’s clearly fragile psyche even further >I pitch to Mingmo that she should let my plan for Spencer and Priscilla to pound each other proceed for at least one hour, and then let them both comes back to their senses, I even offer to let Mingmo into the honeymoon suite so she can mess with Spencer’s mind while the deed is done
>>98344614(3/3)>The resultant psychological damage should be immense, and also hilarious >Once Mingmo takes Spencer away for her own purposes, I will, I dunno, have Priscilla “cheat” on Spencer with a bunch of other Chaos Space Marines>I know A LOT of Marines who would be potentially interested, some of whom have VERY unique sexual organs
>>98343009>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">I'm still laying down in one of the recovery ward's beds>still hooked up to IVs>both Saline and Blood Plasma>my chest is all bandaged up and my eye socket is still sore from the new bionic implant>the medicae has meanwhile sent one of the orderlies to inquire as to where Lil' Tom went off to>and it has been a while too>I have had time for not only one of the Chiurgeons to run a diagnostic on my new bionic>but I also had time to eat breakfast>nothing fancy>just Slab and Styger Milk...>rather bland I will admit>after I finish, I find myself just starring at the ceiling>Throne is this going to get boring quick>and then one of the orderlies comes back...>turns out Lil' Tom is in the ship's detention block...>he got caught crawling around in the vents...>oh for Emperor's sake>well thats it!>I clamber out of the bed>I am sore as all hell and the medicae insists that I need more time to recover>none of that stops me...>I get equipment back... still stained with my blood>I get dressed and make my way down to the detention block>surprisingly no one tries to stop me until I reach the detention block itself>the Inquisitorial Stormtroopers deny me access >I try to insist as one of MY troopers is locked up in there
>>98343009>>98344930>Be Binah>Still sipping my black tea as I politely interrogate the felinid>Seeing as he is both young and in trouble with me hes nervous >I hear a commotion outside>Guards holding back Lieutenant Tom>Ah seems like he hasn't fully recovered or is following Doctor's orders>Its somewhat to be expected seeing as he's a very family oriented>He is being very loud>I turn my head to the door"Let him in troopers. Best to not get too rough with a wounded man">Hear one of them acknowledge and open the door>My my, the Lieutenant is in his uniform >Still showing its marks from the daemonhost encounter>I sigh"Lieutenant you really should have followed doctors orders. Me and your nephew here are just having black tea as he explains himself">If he gets violent it'll be his own fault >But as he can clearly see with his new eye and remaining eye>Its as it seems>Lil Tom in a holding cell with a cup of black tea and myself sat waiting for him to explain himself
>>98342582>>98342969(1/2)>Be Cummissar Foxy Lovin, Schlick XXXIV>Watching the chaos unfold both through the vid displayers linked to various hidden cameras throughout the bunker complex, as well as through the minds of my mortal followers >It has been a while since I have participated in a good fight even indirectly, the Schlick prefer more subtle ways of advancing their interests >That is probably why I was demoted to the humble level of Cummissar, barely a step up from a rank and file daemonette, and banned from unleashing my true form >My soldiers aren’t doing particularly well >They are mostly corrupted PDF, law enforcerment, part-time militiamen, former nobles, bodyguards, and crime syndicate foot soldiers, equipped with mostly basic gear, each wearing quasi-military uniforms they assembled from stuff they came with, mixed with stuff they stole/bartered from others, plus anything that caught their eye at the fetish gear factories, warehouses and stores we run on many worlds >A few of them were once from relatively elite units, including quite a few Deflowered (formerly Virginal Guard), we acquired on Chyna, but their sex-addled minds often undermine whatever training and tactical sense they once had >Although some can be counted upon to man heavy weapons and temporary fortifications, many are good for little other than slowing the enemy down via big melee mobs so that my daemonettes and tentacle traps can attack them from the rear >Sometimes, literally from the rear >I laugh as an Arbite is impaled through the anus by a probing tentacle, and then dragged into the Warp moaning and cumming >In other news, I think I figured out which Arbites is the leader >I send one of my champions to give him a beat down
>>98345009(2/2)>Scylla Scissorqueen is a nine-foot tall amazonian brute of a woman, tougher and stronger than a Terminator Marine thanks to the powers of the Warp, and wearing a particularly elaborate version of the fox mask and fox tail butt plug combo worn by many of my favorite mortals and daemonettes>I tell Scylla it is more important to humiliate and enrage the Arbite leader rather than slay him, and I also reassure her I will reward her back in Yule Harbor regardless of the outcome, and reincarnate her if needed obviously >Now this should be fun to watch!
>>98341688>Be Morimba Scumshoveler, version 202, Dishonored HentaiNoises.exe MaxAnalCircumferenceSurpassed.exe DeepPenetration.exeSixTentaclesOneHole.exeEarSex.exeNoseSex.exeMilking.exe UrethraInsertion.exeMultipleExtraLargeInsertions.exe Deepthroat.exeAllTheWayThrough.exeNippleInsertion.exe>Oh krunk, now there are so many cables inside me that they are starting to come back out!>Even more glowing cables are coming out of me than went into me!>There is a small daemon-engine growing inside my body!>A few cables tightly bind my real limbs, while other cables act like legs for the daemon-engine, scuttling itself, and thus me, out into the corridor >Then the cable-tentacles bring me to a supply closet, grab a daemonic mob and a bucket of daemonic bleach-water, and starts mopping the corridor >Well that is just krunking great!>Unkrunking believable! >I have the universe’s most horrific hermit crab using me as its shell, I am in unimaginable agony, and I am still stuck doing menial bitch work >Krunk my life
>>98342932>Be Master Ysberin>That cultist proved most forthcoming>Right before the end>They took an inquisitorial agent and the deathwatch marine to the depths of a bunker >Or at least that's what Interrogator-Chaplain Molkarath gathered>Right before the 'penance' shattered his cranium>Still the description of this marine is...interesting>Hairless, with seagreen eyes>Not one of us>But I am a veteran of Vraks>But jumping to conclusions this early might be risky>Nevertheless>We will follow the arbites>Shadow them>And if circumstance permit>I will see what this missing marine knows>And wether he'll be complaint in providing information>If not>There is always a cell ready>I am certain Arkos and co. would love the company
>>98342969>>98345009>>98345121>Be Judge Wrath >Assault is grinding down as we come across better equipped and trained soldiers>Well as trained as a bunch of sexual deviants can be>They are very effective at utilising daemonettes as shock troops and traps >One Arbitrator is dragged moaning into the warp thanks to a tentacle trap>Damn it>Not helping matters is a new threat has made itself clear>A 9ft tall woman clearly showing signs of significant warp corruption>That and built like a catachan >A modified feral worlder >Dealt with a feral world once>Cracked alot of skulls to get them to fall back in line>But then again, I am Wrath>The Judge, Jury and Executioner >The one sent out by the Adeptus Terra to brutally set examples>And I shall make yet another example>She locks eyes to me, I can see the glee in her eyes even if her face is obscured by the fox mask>Open fire on her with my shotgun loading in a shell that makes targets more brittle when impacted>Best to keep her on her toes before she gets into melee>Even if she does I am armed with a power maul>Plus Seb is around>With his chainsaw teeth and remote shock mine attachment, I like my odds>Due to her size she wont be easy for Seb to pin down>He can at least get in some attacks>Order Seb to take opportunity attacks when he sees fit to do so>Hes a clever dog and my closest companion so we fight together as a machine worthy of the Lex Imperialis
>>98340758>>98343221>>98343350>>98343446>Be Thrungrimm Ironbeard>Now what is going on?>Karl>You always were the wazzok of the bunch>Trying to prove yourself are you?>Sneaking off without me noticing?>Fine>Go then>Try to prove yer worth>I have other matters to attend>Like making council with me 'allies'>Bannerman called in a airstrike>Look at those unbaraki burn>Thus die all traitors >Filthy unbaraki>I ride me royal trike to the rear>To confer with me new ally>Another umgi>And an inquisitor at that>Doesn't look like it>Ye doh wazzok>Wearing wyr outside gets it all stained>But anyhow>Suppose I better introduce meself "Name's Ironbeard, I am the lord of these here Squats, I take it yer her to help us?"
>>98343446>>98342015>>98342079>be Tiny Tam>Felinid Whiteshield of the Nordica II Winterguard, private First Class, and inquistorial psyker in training>after they took my dad into surgery for the damage he got i was taken to the first flier back down to the planet>im not surprised, ive been in the guard long enough to know its not just the Lord Inquisitor being rude and trying to keep me isolated>even with the gate closed to the warp there are threats that need dealt with>rogue rot flies have made homes in the darker areas >in particular the run off cavern so several storm troopers have been deployed to Durham since its getting the most raids from giant flies swooping down and carrying victims off >that and the digsite between Cumberland and Chesire Mine is holding..>something?>its not like any chaos ive ever seen, its like metal and nightmares got chewed up and spit out by a blender>i feel my stomach do a flip as a memory of the Sweeper Servitors i tainted on Chyna >i force it down as i refocus on the protective wards>part of me wonders if i might get a chance to see Lil Tom and Dad before they are sent back to the Winterguard >maybe but probably not, i should consider it a small miracle that the Lord Inquisitor saved my dad at all let alone giving him a high quality augmetic>as long as there is no issue i should be able to talk to them with the wraithbone yarnball i got from the eldar>i dont know why the farseer was kind enough to do that for me but im not about to question it>besides what sort of trouble could they really get into aboard a ship as safe as The Well of Humanity?
>>98345006>>98344930>>98343009>>98342079>be lil Tom>as im trying very very hard to come up with a good lie in front of a very calm looking interrogator>or at least close enough to the truth that she wont make my brains leak out through my ears when i hear commotion outside>a very familiar commotion >my ears flatten as i see Lt Tom enter looking like an imperial guard poster that has been chewed up and spit out by an ogyrn >i feel like the worst scum in the universe as i see that i forced him up out of medical care to come pull my hide out of the fire again>he's still trying to protect me even after our repeated arguments about his choice with Tam>sigh"i....was looking for Tam....i just wanted to see if she was safe, i found some info via a lost data slate that you had something called the "seed" in the lower floor of the ship so i was using the vents to try and find my way down there. I swear i know nothing about the cultist i ran into. I just wanted to make sure you didnt.....i know the rumors of what they do with psykers on the black ships...i wanted to know if she was here and if she could come back to the Winter Guard. Thats the truth, hand to the Emperor's Fluffy Tail">at least if they execute me, they wont put the blame on my uncle or the Winterguard>they say its relieving to tell the truth>least thats what the preachers on Nordica used to say in their sermons to the guard>but while getting stared down by this woman and her bitter ass tea i can at least take to the grave that i knew they were fething liars
>>98345006>>98345426>Be Binah>Finally the truth comes out from the boy>I can see the guilt he has for what his uncle went through to get here>turns out this cat has quite the yarn>Looking for Tamera as hes worried we've done something to her>Also found a lost dataslate regarding the seed of light project>Oh Yesod and the Tiphereth twins are going to flay whoever left that lying around>He has no idea about how the cultist got in>Neither do I truthfully, I suppose they must have snuck in on a Valkyrie but I'm not quite convinced >He brings up the black ships which is why he was worried about Tam>I finish my tea and set it down"Alright, I'm convinced and I suppose I'll answer the question that most concerns you. Tamera is safe, she was not sent to Terra via the Black Ships but rather she has been living on the Inquisitorial ship called The Red Knight under the care of Morgan Le Fae and the psykers onboard. I believe you've met them on Pershah, specifically the psyker Caradoc. Tamera herself is currently preforming operations planetside with Ayin's psyker division">Hopefully this clears up the air for the two Toms >I'd rather not have to get mean to two boys who have gone through quite alot today and from Pershah
>>98343002>Be Farseer Isendavar>Hhhmmmm>Aaaahhhhhhhh>Now that's presence I haven't sensed in a long time>Vinnie>Or Vin'Gloria>Dragged off into the warp last I heard>But she was never the brightest bulb>Though how Slaanesh didn't eat her then and there will probably remain a mystery>Now what's the last time I visited Saim-Hann?>A few centuries or so>Not too long ago>Barbarous and wild>But at least it isn't Alaitoc>Getting back on track>I did bang her, didn't I?>Yes, yes I did>Memory seems a bit dusty>Was it like dating or a one-night stand?>No, the latter>Then again>No>That was her elder sister>A lot more responsive in bed>Bigger tits too >Wait>Why am I thinking about this?>I need to get this show back on track>Time is against us it would seem>So I suppose I should confer with Roshi first "Things are turning against us it would seem, both Spence and Boobs are a short while away from some unwelcome affection, I don't know about you, but that repository isn't going anywhere">Oh it will be risky>Not merely Slaanesh>But the Arbites and Dark Angels as well>Now I can have the harlequins deployed against the schlick>And I myself carry a myriad of precautions and safety measures>I coated my robes, armour and weapons in that golden soap>Making certain it doesn't dissipate>16 empty soulstones all kept in a different location>A new system of runes which should allow me to ward myself and simultaneously cast even greater powers>Its a pity I couldn't retrieve the relic of lost Chto>Chaoseater>That would made those daemons scream in anguish >Now what else, some ancient amulets like the heart of the phoenix>The Horn of Kurnous>The Ring of Cegorach>And a bunch of other artefacts and relics I found and recovered over the years>Let it never be said I don't come prepared
>>98343446>>98345370>>98345389>Be Lord Inquisitor Ayin >Watching the Napalm slowly burn away>Its almost reminiscent of something >But the past is best left buried, I have a script to maintain>A trike rides up towards me and Bannerman>Ah this must be the lord of the non corrupted leagues of votann>He introduces himself to me>"Name's Ironbeard, I am the lord of these here Squats, I take it yer her to help us?">I smile"Correct, I am Lord Inquisitor Ayin. Here to stop this world from getting to the point where we'll have to Exterminatus the planet">So far it seems to be holding up well enough>With the portal to Nurgle's realm sealed and all>I have no doubt there will still be heretics to find>Especially Lena Rask>Emperor knows what shes up to seeing as reports from the felinids last said she teleported both herself and her brother's corpse out of Durham>Not to mention all her forces had pulled out there and havent been seen since>Neither has Mingmó come to think of it>Something in my gut tells me they've gone back to Galmon>If thats the case then Galmon will have a considerable force amplifier behind him>He'll have Lena's coven of Witches and the Miners Khorne infused wrath >What a pain in the rear
>Be Lena Rask>I am still stood before Galmon's presence awaiting the return of my beloved brother>I cant wait to see him>What strength and form he'll have>Being twice returned from the dead>Once with a daemon taking his body>And now with his soul back >I feel my soul being completed>He is back>My dear brother >Be Martin Rask>Stuck in the inferno of Khorne's realm fighting to keep myself afoot>My soul belongs to Khorne and as such I have to fight to maintain myself being here >I wont go down quietly >Thats when I feel something strange happening>I'm being called back to the land of the living>Dragged out of Khorne's realm and slammed into my body>Strange I dont remember being this bulky>I awake with a burning rage, roaring out and grabbing the closest sorcerer>His compatriots restrain me before I can crush his head"Ungrateful cur, Galmon brought you back be grateful your sister spoke highly of you">Sister >Lena>I calm down and they let go"You are to swear yourself to Galmon. We shall take you to his throne room now. Understood?">I get off the slab to confirm my answer and rise to my feet>This will take some time getting used to>I already was a tall man at 6ft 2>Now I'm 7ft and bulkier then I was >As said it'll take some time getting readjusted>Which I can do on my way to the throne room>I wonder what this Galmon fellow is like>Mingmó spoke highly of him hence why we dedicated our forces>But I am now to fully swear myself?>What exactly have I signed up for>And will there be alot of Imperial blood spilled?>Stupid question Martin of course there will
>>98341688>>98343446>>98345549>>98345389>>98343221>>98345370>>98343350>be Scion Helsmith Droath>i watch as the daemonic brood mother tears into the enemy lines>at the same time a small force of my Codesworn offer support aided by the techno daemons we have crafted from various odds and ends, and a few of the toys i have found in the vaults on this world>my siege automaton remains mostly operational so i have it occasionally fire its plasma mortar when the fighting kicks off>i have had the less combat trained Codesworn digging to either find a way out of this siege or find more vaults to utilize to our advantage>we are lucky there is really only one way in and out of the dig site due to our collapsing of tunnels during our retreat from the battlefield >we are well dug in but so are our foes>they have some sort of psyker group creating a anti warp protective barrier so i can't take control of their war machines again as well so thats quite a pain>im getting an urge to order Morimba to do something painful again just thinking about it>as i watch several tons of napalm drop onto the approaching force i order the siege automoton to fire its plasma at the broodmother's flank>im not giving it an out, its going to go forward and kill that old bastard keeping me from taking what's mine or its going to die in the attempt>as a ball of heated plasma crashes into the beast's large backside it releases several of its spider like children>made of the squat bikes it had orginally been housing before i tainted the ship>they crawl on rolling wheels and misformed limbs as they rush in all directions to escape the fire as the beast pushes through the napalm towards the enemy firing lines as it get soaked in various heavy weapons before crashing into the front line of the rogue trader's troops(this is a rouge estimate, anyone who wants to add to it feel free to since it was a quick MS paint work to create a functional battle map for reference purposes)
>>98345601>i reopen my eyes from the tactical screen i was preforming as i take stock of my situation>i have my newly crowned helsmiths working round the clock to make more daemon engines out of anything they can get their hands on>several large drill team working to create tunnels to either ambush the siegeing parties or find another one of those "vaults" on this world>most of a hold ship under my command>and a dozen-ish thousand new souls to throw into the meat grinder>its not enough >not nearly enough>i feel a fly land on my shoulder and crush it>a flood of intent and images flood my mind>...>Míngmò?
>>98344930>>98345426>>983454661 of 3>Be Meg the Incarcerated >Currently hanging from the ceiling like a slab of meat, with countless tubes, wires, and sensors attached to me >They cut off all the bits of me they thought might be tainted, including my eyes and tongue >Fuckin hell, even their Corpse-Emperor probably looks better than I do right now >With my powers suppressed, and my eyes gone, I can only sense the world via hearing >They could probably block that too, but they probably want to keep me on edge, fearing every single noise is a sign someone will enter the room and begin a painful round of interrogation >During the brief period I shared my mind with the Tzeentchian daemon, I learned many things about the universe, including the cruel tactics employed by the so-called Inquisition “go go ninja sexyscrapcode virus”“go go ninja brainfucker knife”>Barely whispers, I probably won’t have been able to hear them if I hadn’t become so attuned to relying on my hearing>I feel something warm and soft pressed against me, and I am slowly lowered to the ground and wires and tubes pulled from me “go go ninja, placement of the relic for purposes of purifying the receptacle >I feel something smooth and round pressed against my forehead >What is going on here? Are those even real words? This isn’t how Inquisitorial interrogations usually go >Suddenly I can see again >A woman in tight fitting clothes is squatting on top of me, her clothes possesses openings over her womanly bits that expose smooth skin marked by gold piercings and occult tattoos >I now know that Smethwick’s End is a rather sexually conservative world, but this is very inappropriate >My face turns red and I open my mouth to protest, but then close it again when the woman places a finger over my lips to shush me >Are they trying to get me out of the brig?>Who are they?
>>983458042 of 3>I look at the symbols marking the woman’s flesh again and sigh >Slaaneshi >I learned a lot about them from the Tzeentchian daemon, and most of the things I learned about them were gross [my Tzeenchian colleague was perhaps a little biased, all we really want to do is make people happy, isn’t that what you want?]>Great, voices in my head, I am about to be possessed again, aren’t I?[hmm, not necessarily, I see much more potential in you than old Firespitter did, what he sees as weakness, I see as a desire to guide others to a better life, not unlike our own goals]>Your idea of a better life is nothing but nihilistic hedonism! Where is your sense of community? Of social justice? Your empathy for others?[those are just things people rely upon to get them through to the next day, but we can bring them to a state of true happiness, surely you saw the alternatives when you shared your mind with Firespitter?]>It is true, the alternatives are pretty shit, but there is still lots of things I don’t like about the Slaaneshi, with their complete lack of dignity being high on the list [don’t worry, you will get over it, up you go now]>I get up >My ruined body has been completely restored >But is is not quite how I remember it >My skin is still pale, but it seems to glow slightly, and my freckles and tattoos have disappeared, leaving my skin pure and unblemished >I now have no body hair below my eyebrows, and my long locks are now silvery-blond instead of their former black >And I am taller now, and much more voluptuous >There are three Slaaneshi in the room >How odd, they usually travel in packs of six >And a female guard who seems completely oblivious to her surroundings >They all grovel before me, stunned by the pure beauty of my new form
>>983458363 of 3>I guess I am used to people fanning over me from my travelling witch days >I need to find some clothes though, or do I?>It would be a shame to cover this new form up, like smearing paint on a masterpiece sculpture >Perhaps I should focus on the task at hand instead, and how I can solve it with the pure power now running through my veins>I sense the one known as Binah nearby >She is a powerful psyker, fighting her is not worth it >I also sense the corruption of the “sexy scrap code virus” spreading throughout brig, shutting down psychic wards and barriers and creating small Warp rifts through which lewd imps and lesser daemonettes crawl into reality >But they are just a distraction, because we are simply leaving >I use my newfound powers to teleport myself, the three Slaaneshi, and the female guard back to the planet >It seemed unkind to leave the guard behind and face punishment for things outside her control >As I step out into the under layers of Hive Warwickshire, my mind is swirling with new ideas competing with old ones
>>98345601>>98345575>>98345009>>98345544>>98344595>be Scion Míngmò>i am not happy>which is not usually something i have to deal with >i reappeared in Cumberland where i then took on the appearance of an old tattered robed refugee >plenty of those from the chaos unfolding on the planet>after trading a few new experimental iho-sticks to the Felinids i made my way to Hive Warwickshire and eventually to the bunker>there is a reason i am considered the mouth of Lord Galmon>i am courteous and generally understanding of any who follow the path of chaos not just the path of the Grandfather>and in many ways i do admire the Shlick>a loose coalition of former guard regiments that have managed to spread themselves across several sectors at this point with a very solid command structure>that said they are the very definition of putting a hat on a hat>when i first entered this area one of the males attempted to offer me some unwanted attentions >after a kind refusal led to a promise of not minding my "bug-ussy" and him being into that sort of thing>i obliged his attentions by having a rockipede crawl down his urethra >at which point i was able to make my way to the leader of the rabble without further unwholesome interactions>despite my offers of working to alleviate Lord Galmon's hostilities their leader wants my future son's host to "pound" that harlot he's been stuck with>i deabted arguing the point since any effect against his bitterness would lessen the chance of my Maggotborn taking hold but surrounded on all sides by the Shlick and having none of my usual attendants around i acquiesced>this somehow led to me standing in the room watching the two of them roll around drugged out of their minds while they pull themselves together like a Sevenborough's noble wedding>ugh>i sit back and pet one of my remaining splitter ticks for comfort as i watch the unfolding chaos if for no other reason than to judge how effect the shlick can be in combat1/2
>>98345549>>98345601>Be Lord Inquisitor Ayin >Well now isnt this something>That daemon engine spawned some spiders made out of Squat bikes>How utterly vile>They as well as the beast push through the flames making it to our lines>Welp guess time has come>Get on the vox"Caradoc, Maegor unleash psychic abilities on the daemon engine">Hear Caradoc respond with an affirmative>Witness both him and Maegor unleash their power>Caradoc with lightning, Maegor with a stream of fire>I pull out my bolt pistol "Beak" and open fire on the enemy>My combat specialists ordering the stormtroopers to keep targeting enemy chaff>Though with how close the enemy are getting I'll have to call in Ishmael and Esau>Wards are still holding steady preventing any of the machines by us from getting corrupted>Excellent work from Bors, Tamera and Nashandra >Just then I get an alert from Angela>A breach on the Well of Humanity >I go cold>Reports say its daemonettes>Feel genuine anger boil>I contact Binah"Releasing Garion restraints, punish the daemonettes and find out how the hell they got onboard!">Binah acknowledges and goes off her vox>I calm myself down>I need to be calm >But at the same time>Its genuinely infuriating >The Well of Humanity contains many things >It contains Inquisitorial archives>Some Abnormality cells>and my secret laboratory >The one that contains "Carmen">I grind my teeth as I snipe a bike spider >This isnt even mentioning the recovered Cogito or the Seeds of Light
>>98345873>in all likely hood the children of Isha will interfer with their plan the same way they did mine to save their...>whatever these two are>agents?>mascots?>whatever.>my nibbleflies have made contact with Droath informing her that im still on world and that some rather interesting things will be unfolding soon enough so she should make plans to escape while she can >i still have a few maggotborn scattered around the planet though all my children in the Arbites have been purged>i watch the groggy form of Spencer twitch>the bow tie and mock helmet was a clever touch i admit>the truth is id wager on the sons of the Lion finding us first if for no other reason than the trail the lost ones have laid when they first joined the Sect>funny enough i was on the same planet when one of those false lions met his end fighting the previous scion of galmon's slaanesh host>and i believe one of Galmon's personal guards is a false lion as well>besides that?>they could be anywhere>the Sect is far too spread out at this point >no threat>UNLESS>someone was to unify those various aspects towards a common goal>someone who knew each location and each contact of the Sect's Blacklist and repository>if that old pervert gets that repository, he would be able to make a dangerous enemy to our more subtle actions>i had been worming my way to accessing the secrets of the sect when that annoying killer started causing all sorts of trouble>which is funny because he wasn't much trouble before he started with those cards of his>someone is using him to do what they can't>and i believe i know who>the 4th player on this world when the Sect first established themselves here>The Imperium>the Squats>the sect>and the "silly little xenos" who warn them of cave ins>the "knockers">or as they might call themselves>the "exodite" watchers in the dark>no coincidence the Sons of the Lion are here>they wouldnt let their kin die getting the planet exterminatus'd2/2
>>98345466>>98345804>Be Binah>I feel a shift>Someone's disabled the various psychic shields on the Well >And some people have taken away one of my playmates>Meg>I recieve Ayin's vox>Well then>I turn to the two Toms"Stay close, you two will assist in purging daemonettes. You must stay close to me as there are many more things then just them on here">I am given the clearance to be my true self>Garion>Almost immediately my psychic presence increases>and my general aura shifts to one far colder and more sadistic then when I am Binah>The guards come in with some spare guns and hand them to the two Toms"Let's move.">I head out practically gliding across the floor>My black cloak hiding my legs and arms when I tuck them in>The first daemonettes we come across recieve several golden black fairies sent at them>I call them Fairies but they act more like bolts from a crossbow as they are psychic projectiles >I mostly use these for chaff >Chains and Locks are for greater daemons and daemonhosts>Shockwaves are for big hordes
>>98345969>>98345804>be Lil Tom>the lights go out>I DIDNT DO IT>suddenly several systems start blaring about daemonic incursions on several deck>so there was more than just the one>feth me"Stay close, you two will assist in purging daemonettes. You must stay close to me as there are many more things then just them on here""w-wait my uncle is too injurred to figh-">she releases whatever limiter she had on and i shut up"Let's move.""yes, ma'am">i have Lt Tom lean on me as i get a las pistol from one of the storm troopers >as we move through the various locations in the ship i watch the interogator swing her arms as she explodes daemonettes like nordica snowballs under a gust of flame >she's doing most of the fighting but the Storm troopers are providing covering fire>i don't know what we're going to do but i do know that im praying Tam is having an easier time than we are
>>98343221>>98345549>>98345601>Be Lieutenant Becky Appleton, Praetorian Leman Russ Commander >I only recently became a tank commander, mostly because me mum was a famous commander during the Battle of Damnatun Lutum >I was in the Guard, but then the Guard transferred me all proper like to another regiment of Praetorian lads and lasses working for some Rogue Trader bloke called Peregrine or some such >And now we are on a backwater world called Smethwick’s End fighting Chaos Squats and weirdo daemon-engines that look like animals made from scrap metal >I sip me tea as me mate fires off another round and blows a pack of Chaos Squats to little grisly bits >It isn’t easy drinking tea in an active tank, it is all about moving yer body with the motions of the vehicle, and timing things with the recoil >Eating biscuits in a tank though, now that is proper hard >Damn crumbs get everywhere >A spider daemon made from rusted sections of gantry and old metal cabling grapples my tank and tries to claw it way inside >How problematic, I order the driver to run it over, then get back into position >In the process, we run over a Chaos Squat who was trying to sneak up on us with some sort of limpet mine >How fortuitous they were unable to place it on my tank >I pop open the top hatch to get a better view of the battle >Someone is exploded nearby, spraying me with blood, guts, and dirt >I calmly take a finger out of my tea cup, use my handkerchief to fastidiously dab the mud and blood of my face, and then resume drinking my tea >The battle is going quite nicely from what I can tell >We should be through their lines in time for noon tea and biscuits at this rate
>>98345601>>98345549>>98345370>be Bilby Bagend>former ratling and quartermaster of the Emperor's Forsakken and current death row prisoner for crimes i didnt commit under Lord Bannerman>hence why im doing something heroic instead of enjoying the lovely firing lines we worked so hard to make shooting whatever crawls out of that big hole in the ground>im working with Karl and 13 other honor bound squats and the other Ratlings who want to take their chances clearing our name from the Independent Ratling Army's little incident >if we can get the squats to sing our praises or convince them to join the Lord Rogue Trader (or failing that gather some squat loot for that museum of his)>we might earn our ways back into his good graces>better than being left to the Joaeros anyways>as we move through the slag tunnel it becomes clear we're not alone down here>we exit the tunnel to see a small army of various chaos squats working on building, arming, and mining themselves into a proper fortifcation>Karl curses and one of the other squats starts crying>guess its not easy seeing how many of your kin fell to chaos>i'd say i know the feeling>but i was never that close to Yi or Zheng when they ran the Emperor's Forsaken>my mind goes to Meat Shield >she should out of surgery soon>gut shots are nasty business but she's got it easy resting up with her human boy toy aboard the ship's medicae>meanwhile it now falls to me to do what ratlings do best>besides steal>and lie>and whine>and complain>and steal>sneak>lets see if we can't save us a few bearded ice cubes
>>98345969>>98345993>Be Binah>or more accurately as of right now Garion>My true self>our little pack is working wonders>Stormtroopers providing covering fire as I chain fairies and pillars at the enemy daemonettes>Angela reports that the corruptive scrap code has finally been isolated and is being purfied by Hokma and Malkuth>Hokma providing his religious Rites whilst Malkuth operates the tech>Good >Daemonettes are being cleared out>Its evident now that they were merely a distraction to get Meg out of the brig>But good news is Abnormality cells are back online>Bad news>One of them breached during the chaos>Not just any Abnormality >One we simply called The Mountain of Smiling Corpses>A horrific warp abomination >One that ever seeks to expand itself by devouring corpses to add to itself>Thankfully I'm here"You two. What we are about to suppress will not be like the one you saw on Pershah.">I locate it>Its devouring corpses alright >Its even devouring daemonettes before they can return to the warp after being slain>Its grown its second body>Ordinarily its only one body but once it consumes enough it gets a second body>If it eats enough it'll get a third body>So now is a good time to supress it before it finds anymore"Keep your distance you two, Stormtroopers focus fire">I then get on the vox "Seal corridors we are in Angela">The doors seal up preventing the Abno from escaping to the other corridors>I raise up my hand and fire off fairies and a pillars to reduce its speed>Its slowed considerably, gnashing teeth and a bellowing scream that threatens ones sanity
>>98345894>>98346056>>98346149>>98345604>Be Lord Inquisitor Ayin >Firing my bolt pistol when some new sounds join in>Tank shells>Well I'll be finally some heavy armour>Those will help us nicely>Also means I can call in the Grey Knights early>Though I have to assess the battlefield better >Its a tight fit but I might be able to call the Grey Knights to teleport on the hold ship provided I get a good line of sight>This means putting down the bolt pistol and pulling out some magnoculars>Order Juno to pass me hers>I line up to see where I can call in the teleport strike >Hmm the beast is obstructing line of sight>Thats inconvenient >I suppose seeing as the daemon engine is drawing in closer I'll do something else>Get on the vox"Esau, Ishmael deploy Dreadknights on this location. With support from Praetorian Leman Russes you should be able to take it down">The two Brother Captains acknowledge and in a flash of blue >The dreadknights of the 2nd and 8th Brotherhoods are deployed>To which they join in with psycannon fire into the daemon engine
>>98345178>Be Scylla Scissorqueen, Mortal-ish Champion of the Schlick XXXIV>I slam into the shield carrying Arbites, running over a few of my comrades in the process >I toss one into the ceiling so hard he spattered remains don’t fall back down immediately, and kick another one in the groin so hard his codpiece ends up in his stomach >Several solid round shotgun shells slam into me, but bounce off my bare flesh like wine corks >I grab another Arbitrator by the leg and use her as a club >Who needs weapons when the Warp always provides?>Their leader shoots me with a shell that seems to have some sort of Warp nullifying properties >The pellets burn as the embed themselves into my flesh, and the wounds don’t heal as quickly as usual >Hmm, unusual kit for an Arbitrator >I duck the next shell and crush an Arbitrator in half with my muscular thighs >I take two steps towards the lead Arbitrator when suddenly something bites one of muscular buttocks and ruins several of my glorious fox tails >Some sort of biomechanical canine >It is only slowing me down slightly though, so I will deal with it after I humiliate the Arbitrators by forcing their leader into a special move I call the “69 Double Vice Grip”
>>98346477>>98345178>be Junior Arbite Cassandra>we have the lex breakers on the ropes when an ogryn of a woman breaks through our subdutor squad as she picks me up by my leg>10594 utilization of an arbite's equipment without proper lex approval>10595 improper utlization of an arbites equipment>10596 - 10603 unlawful murder of an adeptus arbities>as much as i love to show her the proper punishment of the lex, i need to reform some sort of shield line as the lex breakers use the shattering of our lines to flood forward as they try to close the distance with our shotgun execution squads >i force myself to stand as Dr3ad - 2009 - R13 my cyber mastiff tears into a lex breaker trying to force some strange appendage into my mouth as i kick "it" in the crotch"lex infraction 10604: unlawful attempted fornication with a member of the lex, judgment: castration. Executed immediately." >i spit the words as i bring my stun button to the shield as it briefly flashes the enemy as i take stock of how many Lexmates we lost to the lex breaker's champion>i cannot take stock at the moment so i drop my shock mine as i pull my arbite pistol and begin a fighting fallback to the nearest friendly squad
>>98345006>>98345426>>98345466>>98345969>>98345993>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">be at the detention block...>the Inquisitorial Stormtroopers have proven uncooperative at first>but evidently, I have put up enough of it fuss to grab the attention of someone of higher rank>I hear some on inside tells them let me through>entering I see Lil' Tom and woman, one of the Inquisitor's psykers judging by her grab, in the first cell>she chastises me for not following the medicae's instructions>I want to retort that I have no such luxuries but I keep that to myself...>Look to Lil' Tom, arms crossed waiting for him to explain what he did to land himself here>he says he was looking for Tam and ended up going on a misadventure in the ships vents"*Sigh* Of course you where">the psyker finishes her tea and assures us of Tiny Tam's relative safety>I won't lie, it is a relief to hear that she is indeed being trained and looked after as promised>I'm about to thank her and ask for Lil' Tom release when a look comes her face...>and then the FRAKKING lights go out"Stay close, you two will assist in purging daemonettes. You must stay close to me as there are many more things then just them on here">ooh Fething hell! a Daemon incursion!>she uses her vox-bead summon back up, and some weapons for Lil' Tom and I>standard Kantrael las-rifles>looking back at her... her friendly demeanor is gone"Let's move.">ah grox-shit>I must face palm>I hit my new Bionic while at iy*Click*>...>huh turns out its has FLIR mode >heat sources are a bright white, while everything is else in a mono-chromatic grey>I start ho hear las-gun fire...>turn to the psyker"Ma'am would it be possible to get my war gear by any chance. I am really missing my power-sword and rosary right now"
>>98345575>be Lord Galmon>I am in my Strategium abord my Flagship >I have finished reading reports on our operations in the Nordica Sector>first is Scion Zheng Yi Sow "The Lascivious">she has brough much mayhem to the trade lanes of the sector...>Imperial trade has been greatly disrupted and many ships have been captured >some carrying weapons and provisions to supply my Cohorts whereas other carry raw resources >but all had countless crewmen taken as slaves>mean while Scion Kronerberg "The Deranged" has departed for Pacifica Prime>the Orks have invaded the world and the cults he fomented have taken the opportunity to rise up >more so, he claims there is a relic upon this world that would be of great interest to me>on the red hololthic map are marked other world>such as Sevenboroughs, Ganges-III, Nordica-II, Sheol, Carcer-IX, St. Montana, Mekong Secundus>I already have plans to send Mingmo to Ganges-III>but where to send Zheng Yi Sow to when she is finished pirating?>Mekong Secundus sounds promising, it was after all settled by colonists from Chyna Secundus>but it is only an Agri-world>no... Nordica-II is a better option; it is much more densely populated...>now for Lena "The Contriver">St. Montana, a frontier world, is an ideal proving ground for her...>the hololithic table then shuts down...>one of the maintenance slaves shut it down by mistake...>this can't go unpunished...>he kneels and begs for mercy>the door hisses open>it's one of my sorcerers and the male Rask twin>Martin...>he has been resurrected and is much stronger than he was before>he kneels and pledges his allegiance"So... you want to be one of my Scions do you?">I point to the slave begging me for mercy"Kill the slave! Show no mercy! Prove your worth to me Martin!"
>>98345544>>98343002>>98345873>>98344595>be Lord Inqusitor Master Roshi Oda Toriko Akirama"Things are turning against us it would seem, both Spence and Boobs are a short while away from some unwelcome affection, I don't know about you, but that repository isn't going anywhere">i tense>i dreaded having this conversation so i had not pushed the issue of rescuing them>...>i really am pathetic arnt i"i....i dont think i can, old friend.">its not even the idea of facing the Shlick>lord knows ive played games with them before when i first came to this sector back when i was still in the Inquisition proper>but i think to Pershah Gulf>i had to be saved from two lesser daemon hosts and couldnt even land a hit on Kronerberg proper"im...not as young as i once was, and as an eldar the threat to your very being if you should need to rescue me as you did on Pershah gulf...i..">i swallow and sigh"im too old Isendavar....its time i admit it...even with my biomancy, all im good for is my expertise, and i doubt it be much good down there. The stakes are too high for this old fool." >am i just making excuses?>i look to my hands>they're shaking...>i take a breath in"ill find our death cultist friend and rally support, see if i can't use some of my pull to send some grey knights to distract some of their heavy hitters down there while you pull them out, between the grey knights and the dark angels the two of their clashing egos should keep them focused on each other once the worst of the chaos is behind you.">i can't look at Isendavar as i let him ready himself for war>i can pretend its pragmatisim but really its shame>this old man has to accept his limits this time
>>98346282>>98346149>>98346056>>98345601>be Scion Helsmith Droath>i watch as several tank shells slam into the brood mother as it discharges more of its twisted kin >suddenly a flash of blinding blue teleportation as several of the space marine's the daemons fear appear and begin opening fire into the machine>FUCK>at least they shown their hand >i order own heavy ordinance to fire at will>besides a single Squat Colossus and the Plasma mortar its really only what heavy weapons the Squat hold ship had onboard >as im about to order Morimba to kill herself before so i can take comfort in the fact she died before i did one of my helsmiths alerts me to something "we have finally tainted the main forge">a titan sized ore smelter designed to consume the planets worth of raw resources the squats once commanded when they sent these ships to explore their small holdings in the galatic core >orginally it worked to break down things into its raw components and then reforge them into STC acceptable forms such as airships and the like >thus could the squats terraform any planet they land on>but now?>now it's going to produce all the daemon engines i need to buy myself time>and it will give me a chance to rest my newest creation>i walk up to the suffering newly formed intelligence "hello, little one."01001011 01001001 01001100 01001100 00100000 01001101 01000101"oh dont be that way, i have a gift this time"01101001 00100000 01101000 01100001 01110100 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000"heh, i said the same thing to my father when he first formed me in the clone vats. you at least know what you are. I wasnt sure if i was myself or a warp entity forcing myself into a meat puppet. Psyhic powers are not something to be forced into a clone vat like a metal augmetic." >i shiver at the memory>that's new. i used to feel nothing when i thought of my father1/2
>>98347016>benefits of a new soul i guess"regardless i have a command. I want you to create something in the forge for me" 01001001 01101110 01110011 01100101 01110010 01110100 00100000 01101111 01100110 01100110 01101001 01100011 01101001 01100001 01101100 01101100 01111001 00100000 01101100 01101001 01110011 01110100 01100101 01100100 00100000 01100010 01101100 01110101 01100101 01110000 01110010 01101001 01101110 01110100"no no no, i want YOU to CREATE something, not something someone else made and you parrot like a stupid cogitator" >it wirs and beeps as it struggles to understand>just as well>i watch as several bound daemons we captured from Míngmò instruction are tossed into the forge as Forgefiends are birthed screaming and molten into steel forms and armed squat firepower>better to let them draw in close after killing the brood mother before unleashing them>i want to break this Hold ship's spirit>i want it to become the most unholy thing a machine can become in this galaxy >an abominable intelligence>the back before whatever naive league of the Votann those who would end up becoming the leagues of Vashtorr became they had many Ironkin>none survived the encounter when Vashtorr destroyed the Votann and claimed the league's survivors>either he didnt want them or they refused to be turned>either way the lack of Ironkin was something that i never considered until my new soul>to create something new and thus something entirely of my own is another new urge my soul has given me>and while im stuck here i see no reason to not indulge in it>between watching Morimba getting her organs turned inside out>actually now that i think about it there are alot of similarities between the cogitator that attached itself to her and the broodmother>my mind is flooded with more wonderful new ideas to order when i have free time>another explosion rocks the troops near the front of the digsite's entrance>assuming i survive2/2
>>98344595>>98345873(1/2)>Be Priscilla, Least Fortunate Woman in the Galaxy >Still tied to the bed, still wearing wedding lingerie, still in the “honeymoon suite” with a small army of degenerates>Things are starting to get a little rowdy in here >The orgy in the quote unquote honeymoon suite is full swing now and I am starting to get a little worried I might get pulled into it regardless of what this lots orders are>Don’t worry, just breathe, through the ball gag, or around the ball gag, or through your mouth, whatever >Just breathe >And think about something else...>I mean, it is not that bad is it?>Someone always rescues you before anything really really bad happens >But lately it is usually it is Spencer and he isn’t looking so good right now >No Orks on this planet either >I have seen Isendavar do impressive things, but there are a shit ton of enemies in the room even for him>Just breathe, just breathe and think of something other than the unlikeliness of rescue >The woman in the white frilly choker, thong, and stockings applies a bit more make-up to my face, and then talks to the camera crew again >Oh I get it now, white for women, black for men, both colors for those who are both>There are quite a few exceptions in the room, but the white clothing is usually more feminine regardless of who is wearing it >If I ever have a real wedding, this lot is definitely not who I would pick as bridesmaids >Haha funny, I told myself a joke >Now I am slightly calmer >Spencer is finally waking up, maybe he has a plan >And then my heart stops as I see who walks into the room >Fucking Vin’Gloria, wearing a frilly white Cummissar’s hat and not much else >Now I am definitely not getting calmer >This is the opposite of getting calmer >With Vin'Gloria is a half-insect woman in tattered robes who reeks of dry rot, and who is accompanied by a few wretched daemon-insects
>>98347060(2/2)>I almost vomit in my mouth, but that wouldn’t go well with the ball gag >When Slaaneshi and Nurglites overlap in any way, things become disgusting beyond human imagining >I would know, I had a few run-ins back on Damnatum Lutum >Everything gets all moist and drippy and dribbly, and the smell... >I vomit a little >It mostly comes out my nose or ends up in my lungs >It takes me a moment to recover >The next thing I know, there is someone looming over me with one of the aphrodisiac syringes “MMMPPHH MMHH MMRRHHPP!!!!”>It is a syringe, its contents go in my bloodstream, you don’t have to stick it down th... >(...)
>>98345178>>98346477>>98346587>Be Judge Wrath>Firing shell after shell into the amazonian>Only the brittle round seemed to do anything meanwhile the rest bounced off>She breaks through the Subductor shield wall killing several of them and using Cass like a club>Thankfully Cass isnt killed>No instead she gets back up and beats her attempted rapist to death>Shes going to try reforming the shield wall>As for me>Well the amazonian is getting close>Seb is able to keep her slowed down but she is drawing in close>Fire one last brittleness round before swapping to my power maul>A two handed beauty also referred to by some as a Crusher>I activate the power field>The machine spirits within whirling the field to life>Arcs of electricity surging through it>I swing smacking the amazonian with considerable force>Despite being an old man I have gone through several rejuvenation treatments and have always maintained a strict regiment>One of good diet and constant physical training>I should be setting examples to my men of what the ideal Arbitrator should strive for>To hone their body into a tool for enforcing the Lex>But I wont be cocky>One missed swing on my end could be a death sentence>Seeing as she can definitely crack carapace armour >Seb gets another attack in and this time I order him to activate his remote shock mine>He pounces and holds on for a bit>Detonating a shock mine directly onto the Amazonian to disorientate her and do some damage>He then leaps off to plot his next attack
>>98345575>>98346769>Be Martin Rask>I made it to the bridge and kneel before the black metal clad warrior, Galmon>My first task as a new Scion?>Kill a slave>...>Really just that>alright>Wordlessly I grab the slave's head with my hand and lift him up >He kicks and screams in terror as he knows what I am about to do>I crush his head in my hands and then toss his lifeless body to the ground>I didnt complete destroy his head but my hand mark is very noticeable >I then feel something ram into me and hugging me>Sister>Be Lena>hes back hes back hes back>I embrace my brother with glee >I love him I love him I love him>His new height and strength >I nuzzle my head into him >Gods imagine him folding me in half>And hes all mine>Galmon might have him as his Scion of Khorne >But Martin belongs to me>I eventually let go and look in awe at my brother>Galmon gets my attention and tells me I shall be going to one St. Montana to prove my worth"Yes my Lord it shall be done"
>>983458041 of 2>Be Meg the Lost >I wake up in a derelict warehouse >It is raining outside, and rain pours through the holes in the roof, water splashes everywhere >Many hives in the Imperium are one giant building, true arcologies with corridors and rooms without end, but many others are so called stacked cities, giant ferrocrete slabs stacked one above the other, each with a sprawling but conventional city build on them, sometimes with a few smaller arcologies linking them together like the Spire >The buildings of Hive Warwickshire have always had roofs on them as sometimes moisture buildup on a particular stack level led to light drizzle, but drainage systems of many stacks have long ago rotted away, and now torrents of water pour into the lower stacks from above during heavy precipitation events on the surface, and many stack levels are now partially flooded more often than not, which leads to near constant fog and frequent heavy rain >But it is dry in this corner of the warehouse though, far too dry>The guard I brought with me down to the planet is now nothing but a bone-dry withered husk after I sucked her soul out >Naked, contorted, face twisted in agony and ecstasy [she is in a better place now, bathed in eternal pleasure in the Realm of Our Dark Prince]>We both know that “bathed in eternal pleasure” is a rather positive spin on what is actually happening to the poor woman’s soul, but I don’t debate it with the voice in my head because I don’t want to think of the consequences of what I did [you gave her a better life...]>I gave into my hunger, pure and simple, a hunger you have forced upon me [if you say so]>I toss a tattered blanket over the husk and walk out into the main portion of the warehouse, in the most rainy and puddle filled section >The three Slaaneshi I brought with me departed long ago, now it is just me and the voice in my head
>>983472792 of 2>I know that my sins won’t be washed away though [do you know what would make you feel better?]>I am not giving up control of my body without a fight so you can commit more atrocities [that would be too easy, you are going to be the one committing atrocities, and you are going to enjoy it]>Why would I do that?[the Imperium, the Galmonites, the Schlick, even your own rebels, they are all evil in their own way, the whole galaxy is, so why even try to be good?]>I don’t have an answer for this [the way I see it, you have two choices, you can sit here for the rest of eternity and dwell on your despair and regrets, or you can fill the void with action and violence and sensation, and ruin your enemies while bringing joy to yourself, and crush the last traces of morality from your psyche that are only holding you back]>I thought you said my “goodness” wasn’t a weakness [it is a weakness, but knowing HOW to be good, that can be useful]>Fine, we will do it your way, it is not like you left me with many alternatives [perfect, I have a plan] (one hour of psychological manipulation, strategizing, and revelations later) >The Old Ways aren’t as strong in Hive Warwickshire as they are in the outlying mines, but I have preached here many times, and I know where our folk gather >In the old tales, when the world comes to an end, and even the War God and the God of Magic don’t know what to do, an Angel comes, and leads the people to Paradise >Well the end of the world is clearly here >And I am the Angel, I will lead our people to Paradise >I am Meg the Pure
>>98347239>Be Lord Galmon>Martin has passed my first test>that being to follow orders without a moment of hesitation>then comes Lena...>she hugs her brother>I don't care really... love has no meaning really>but in the case of these two, I can use their fondness for each other to my advantage>I tell her"Scion Lena, you are to go to St. Montana to corrupt this world and bring it under my control">she is most eager to begin her service to me"Yes my Lord it shall be done">I then address Martin>I know just the title to present him>His first order was after all to kill a slave that has failed me..."Stand tall Scion Martin! I bestow upon you the title of 'The Executioner'. I give you the 'Immolating Cohorts' of Haek, your predecessor">and for his task?>yes, i think they will work best a pair"And you too shall go to corrupt St. Montana, the feral humans on that world war with the Imperial settlers regularly. Moreover, they make war for war's sake, they already follow the Blood God though don't know it">...>but first... do finish Smethwick's End"But for now you are to finish your work on your home world. Scion Lena, take the XXI, XXII, and XXIII 'Iconoclast Cohorts' under your command. And Scion Martin, you are to take the III, IV, and V 'Immolating Cohorts'. These men are all former Imperial Guard who have seen the power of the dark gods, they will serve you well.">..."Oh and Martin 'The Executioner', go to the Armory... Haek's chain-axe is there. One of the Immolating Cohort troopers managed to recover it. It is yours now...">As they leave, one of the other slaves manages to reactivate the hololithic table>with that...>I return to plotting
>>98345544>>98346828>Be Farseer Isendavar>Ah>That is sad>We stop for now>Roshi is actually sad for the first time in centuries>I put my hand on his shoulder"Your not pathetic, it is simply time, you talked about teaching, and if we get through with this I'll help you set up a school. But now I must depart, I will try to rescue Priscilla and Spencer, or put them out of their misery if need be.">We make a friendly gesture one last time>Then I am off>A jetbike comes and picks me up>Before heading to my flyer>A vampire raider>There I convene with the rest of my council>The actual seer council, the harlequins and the autarch>We decide upon an optimal course of action>I will not send Eldar who can't take the risk to die against Slaanesh>But those squats are in dire need>Then so be it!>I shall do it twofold >Harlequins with me>Autarch and aspect warriors to the dig site>Kaela Mensha Khaine>Hear me>For I require thy blessing>Tonight mine blade shalt drink the blood of Mon'keigh and daemon alike
>>98345121>>98346477>>98346587>>98347225>Be Master Ysberin>We finally arrive>In silence>Not a word we say as we make our way to the front lines>Arbites>Woefully under-equipped for such an undertaking>More and more of my brothers land>No drop pods>Would be too inefficient on a hive>I hack a daemonette in twain>Then a cultist>Before given one of Fulgrim's shits a blast of plasma to the face>We speak not>We act>We are the sons of the Lion>The first legion>The Emperor's Exterminators>And loyalty is its own reward
>>98345899>>98347550>Be a Knocker>This world will fall>I know it as do my kin>The signs have been present for a while>The slow decline of the world's wealth>The ever growing discontent of the miners>The seeping of Chaos into their culture>The arrival of the Lord Cypher informing us of the Lion's return>And the recovery of the waters within the well deep below by the Inquisition >We saw it all>We know its coming>Despite all Imperial efforts >This world will fall, securing Galmon's first victory in his black crusade >For our part we must act>I send a call to our Cousins with the Scions of the Lion>We were once Watchers like them>But we got separated and ended up here>Far before the humans and the Squats set up here>The message is sent >It contains the following"Our world will fall. Cripple what you can but save as many as you can. There are still good people on this world. We love them even if they have forgotten us. We will meet soon. Sons of Lion El'Johnson. You shall meet with us. The Knockers of Smethwick. Listen for the knocking amongst the walls"
>>98347239>>98347336>Be Martin 'The Executioner'>So this is it huh>My tasks are as follows>Finish the campaign on Smethwick and then join my Sister in corrupting St. Montana >At my disposal is my miners and what are called the Immolating Cohorts>Guardsmen baptised by Khorne >My sister meanwhile gets the Iconoclast Cohorts>Finally a gift in the armoury>A chain axe>One belonging to Haek, the Scion of Khorne before me>The axe whispers and I take it>Whatever is inside the axe will submit to me>I already fought multiple daemons during my Afterlife in Khorne's realm just to stay as myself>So this one will have to work for it if it wants me>I take the axe and casually sling it>Stepping out to my men, my sister joined next to me"THE MONGRAL IMPERIALS SHALL BE FORCED OFF SMETHWICK! FOR GALMON AND FOR THE DARK GODS!>I raise my axe to the sky>I have a place in mind I want to attack >Hive Warwickshire >Specifically the Spire called Birmingstan or Birmingham as it was once known before the Choudhry's took office >Time to load up my men>I see Lena smiling and holding out her hand>I take it>Our fingers interlock>Our souls are one>Be Lena 'The Contriver">My Brother's speech was rousing to say the least>My hand is small in his but I dont care>Me and Martin will save our World then we shall save St. Montana>Maybe along the way the two of us can bond more>Deepen our bond>Hes mine after all
>>98346225>>98346629>Be Binah>Bringing out the chains and locks to suppress the Abnormality >Its trying desperately hard to get to us and devour us to increase its mass>At least its second body is being reduced in size>The Lieutenant asks if he can recover his rosary and power sword"Help the stormtroopers fire upon the Abnormality first. Then we can recover your gear.">The Mountain of Smiling Corpses releases another scream that causes one of the Stormtroopers to scream>She grasps her head and begins to violently convulse on the floor>Mindbroken>At least she didnt start attacking us"Lest you want to end up like her"
>>98346282>>98347016>Be Lord Inquisitor Ayin >Emperor damn it>Heavy mortar fire from a colossus as well as a plasma Mortar>At least the daemon engine spawning machine is getting destroyed by combined heavy weapons, tank fire and dreadknight psycannons>Area is getting tense>Explosions rocking troops close to the narrow entrance>This is risky>A cave in could seal us off from the enemy>It could also crush us or them>Theres no signs of the Knockers anywhere >No knocking meaning at least natural cave ins are unlikely >But they should be here for man made as well>As I'm looking around I see one>A hooded small gnome figure observing the field>It isnt doing anything just watching >Realise it looks familiar>Akin to one of the Watchers>Those strange creatures that follow the Dark Angels>Could they possibly be related>If so I may have made several miscalculations about this world>Something I will have to learn from>Eventually a breakthrough >The daemon engine is finally destroyed >The dreadknights unleashing a powerful force of psychic energy to push it back>Finally I can see the hold ship>Look through the Magnoculars "2nd and 8th Brotherhoods. Target locked teleport strike on that location">I then bellow out to the rest of our forces"Press the attack make use of the opportunity!">Another flash of blue lands in the middle of the enemy>The rest of the two brotherhoods>Including the two Brother Captains and their attached units of Paladin squads >Hear over the vox"WE ARE THE HAMMER!"
>>98347060>>98345873>>98344595>be Spencer >loyal son of the imperium>im working on a beach somewhere>ever since mom and dad died ive been under my sister's care>she takes care of me in between shifts in the manufactorum>i like to stare at the beach while i wait>and i feel at peace>...[you know this isn't real]>3 snake heads rise from the water as they circle around me, sea green colored scales shining like sickly lights in the sea[you belong to us]>i try to reach for my sister but she's gone, i can't remember her face[you belong to the mission]>i try to cover my eyes but its all smooth skin no rememberable features[you belong to the hydra]>I sit up in a cold sweat>naked>in a bow tie and a fake helmet >...>fuck me>i feel a pair of sickly hands on either side of my arms as a insectoid hum whispers in my head"hello spencer...">I shiver as she leans in to my ear"try to endure whatever they put you through with that same bitterness you still have in your soul. it will make what i have planned next much easier for you.">something crawls along my bare skin as she holds her hand out and a foot long centipede crawls up from around my right leg across my chest to her arm>an apothecary of the emperor's children>or some such off shoot, i can barely remember the freaks that ended up joining the shlick >leans in close as his tongue rolls across my neck"do try and avoid getting ze "cold feet", it is your wedding day ja? we want you to preform properly.">this be a good time for Roshi or the eldar to show up>i think as he shoves one of his needle injectors into my black carapace>at the same time something wet and slimy slips into my ear as my head snaps back so hard i think my bones creak>the insect woman leans into my ear"a little gift to numb the worst aspects of their drugs, your soul belongs to the grandfather, not to the prince of pleasure, but what kind of mother would i be if i stopped my son's ceremony?"
>>98346149>>98347016>>98348330>be Karl Ironbeard>i lead my squad of loyal squats and the ratlings into the cave>i recognize far too many faces among the tainted>i force it down>we can still save more of our people if we act now>i watch as two unholy daemon engines armed with tainted Blaze Cannons tear their way from the once honorable smelting forge of the hold ship>venerable ancestors...>we thankfully keep ourselves hidden enough as most of the chaos forces are pushing towards the newly formed daemon engines and the main entrance, preparing for the inevitable counter attack>i can't hear the sounds of the daemon spider beast from before so it must have fallen in combat>i left a few of my men and some of the ratlings to hold the tunnel and its entrance as Bilby and I make our way to the right most side>we dont know where the remaining squats in stasis are held so we will have to rely on the distraction of the main assault>Bilby and her ratling companions start speaking in quick mutterings about how much explosives are needed to create a small enough enterance to enter from the side without alerting our enemies over the sounds of birthing monstrosities from its hellish forges >i run my hand over the old ship>i can feel the horror of my ancestors that this ship endured the swarm of the bane, the struggle of the void, and the war of betrayal>all to end here in the hands of traitors >i silently swear to their restless ancestor spirits that the grudge will be avenged>no matter what, there will be a reckoning>this ship WILL not be left to the enemy to use as they please>but first i must secure as many of our people from stasis as we can
>>98347488>>98348554>Be Farseer Isendavar>And the time for trifling is long past>Now is the time for death>Time for me to shed all pretensions>And lay true the wrath of the elder days>Daemons art not as clever as they claim to be>Nay>Nor am I so frail as they deem me>I am a scion of the elder days>A herald of order>A harbinger of the rebirth to come>For the Phoenix must first be consumed>Ere it may arise anew in splendour>Dost thou not fear me?>Thou shalt soon enough>We go in via the ventilation system>Not nearly as corrupted as they would like>I go in first>Daemonettes clitter and turn>I care not>For it is they whom art the prey>And I the hunter >I hold lore unspoken>Lore hidden away>Lore of the true death>And beyond that>Didst thou deem that time with Roshi was spent in pursuit of maidens' skirts?>Nay>Many of them dissolve>Others flee>For a Slaaneshi daemon to fear an Eldar>A jest worthy of Cegorach>Thy bunker art feeble>Thy tunnels poorly wrought>My grasp strong>And so the lesser tunnels implode>The pressure I put on them great>But that's not all>I know where he and she are held captive>Thy foul diversions beguile thee>And if thou thinkest thy gates may save thee>Thou art sorely mistaken>Nay, Behold>Fire! Fire of purity>Fire of death>Through the deeps it goes>Lashing and searing>Great is this peril>Bared is my fëa>Yet it avails not>Mighty is my wrath>Greater still my will>Near is the scent of his soul>And hers also>Therefore I send forth a message>Not for them alone>But for all demons and seers to behold>The doom that cometh>Ynnead tearing Slaanesh asunder>The Emperor wounding Nurgle>The Great Dragon burning the taint of Chaos>They say the Angry Marines are fearsome>Yet they have not met an angry Farseer
>>98346225>>98348303>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">be inside the Inquisition vessel helping to clear out a daemonic incursion`>they are, of fething course, the slaaneshi kind>really too frakking soon after Chyna>I have seen enough tentacles and spikey naughty bits for a lifetime>I see the psyker, she is called Binah apparently, get of her vox link>she turns to me and Lil' Tom"You two. What we are about to suppress will not be like the one you saw on Pershah.">oh... oh no...>we follow Binah to one of the containment wards >I see this... abomination... devouring the corpses>both Imperial and daemon alike...>Lil' Tom looks like he about to run>but I grip his are tightly and shake my head "no""Keep your distance you two, Stormtroopers focus fire">she does not have to tell me twice>I join my own fire with the storm troopers>I focus my fire and the abominations many eyes"Seal corridors we are in Angela">by Binah's orders the doors behind us slam shut>as we are hosing las-rifle fire on the abomination I can see it weakening>Binah pulls out some chains?>she turns to me again"Help the stormtroopers fire upon the Abnormality first. Then we can recover your gear.">again... she really does not need to tell me twice>the abomination shrieks>one of the storm troops is on the floor writhing in pain...>it opens it's mouth ready to screech again...>I flip my las-rifles power selector to full power >I dump an entire charge pack into its open maw>I see it recoil>its warp tainted scream dying in it's throat
>>98348303>>98349770>Be Binah>Continuing to keep my concentration on the chains>The Mountain of Smiling Bodies is resisting it heavily still able to move despite my efforts>It opens its second body's mouth to scream again >Thankfully however Lieutenant Tom has taken to the suppression duty with great stride>Dumping a full powered magazine of fire into its mouth>MOSB's second body is destroyed meaning we wont have to deal with its incessant mind breaking screams>Just leaves the remaining body>One I am all but happy to destroy>I release the chains and the Abnormality takes this opportunity to run at full speed mouth wide open to devour us >However the Lieutenant has a new magazine ready>As do my stormtroopers>I for my part outreach my hand>Unleashing a wave of fairies>Joined by the hotshot lasguns and regular lasguns of the Stormtroopers and Felinids>MOSB's fortitude is reduced to zero>It screams one last time>Thankfully its just a normal scream so not mind shattering effects>Just the standard annoyance to the ear drums>It falls apart into a black goo, a single white body clawing up to the ceiling>But it then fades away>A small beep indicating it has returned to its containment cell>I dust myself off and look to the two felinids"You two handled yourselves well. That Abnormality is a nuisance once it gets momentum as do several others onboard this vessel. Now then I believe I said we'd recover your wargear. It should be in medical, I will say I'm surprised you didnt take it with you when you first left medical">I then look them dead in their eyes"Make sure you keep the existence of these things to your graves. They don't cause corruption the same way knowledge of chaos does, but sometimes its better to try living in blissful ignorance">The doors unseal and the ship's vox system starts up>With the voice of Angela"The Scrapcode has been cleared from the system and daemons have been purged. Please resume operations. The Emperor protects"
>>98348330>>98349165>Be Brother Captain Ishmael Nadan of the Grey Knights 2nd Brotherhood>Teleported behind the enemy when the daemon engine birthing machine was destroyed"WE ARE THE HAMMER!">In unison both the 2nd and 8th Brotherhood marines open fire on the enemy with storm bolter and psychic powersm>Purgation squads firing with incinerators and psycannons>Brotherhood terminators joining in with psycannons and storm bolters>Even our venerable dreadnoughts chime in with their assault cannons and plasma cannons>Our targets?>Anything that reeks of the taint of chaos filth>To purge it clean is our duty>The hold ship behind us too reeks of corruption>But I have my eyes fixated on the leader of these Chaos Squats >A daemon prince>One who shall be felled by my nemesis force axe once I get to closing the distance>For now, her minions will suffice
>>98349921>be Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">shooting the freak in mouth has seem to have done the trick>It's body, if I can call it that, disintegrates upon death...>the second freak is killed by Binah>Its death scream is shrill, but not mind shattering>it's to fades in its much-deserved death...>Binah turns to us again>she chastises me for not getting my equipment from the medical ward>figures>she also makes us keep the exitance of these warp monstrosities secret>the lights come back on>and over the vox system one of the tech adepts, lest that who think it is, says that everything is all clear>I hand the borrowed las-rifle back ton one of the Stormtroopers>I then address Binah"I would to retrieve my war gear and get back in contact with my Regiment ma'am">..."I have no idea what has been happening down there since my injury">I point at my eye when I say that last part>my chest and head still hurt though>probably would be a good idea to get some analgesics from the Medicae before heading back down planet side while im at it
>>98349921>>98350412>Be Binah>I can respect the Lieutenants dedication>He wants to get back in the fight and with his regiment>I take him to medical to get his gear "Truthfully Lieutenant all I know is that Ayin instructed your regiment to assist the Arbites in Hive Warwickshire. They have had yet to report back in. Though do get yourself fully sound off first by the docs">I turn and head out>Giving lil Tom a wink>Something I hardly ever do>And noone will ever believe him>I suppose before I head down I best make sure Ayin's secret lab is safe>Its the most secured place and very few are ever permitted in>I head down to the darkest depths and finally come across it>Inputting the code necessary to get in>One I dont utter>The lab opens and to my relief>Its all safe>The Seeds, The Cogito and>...>her>So this is what Ayin likes to keep>Guess he forgot to hide her away before he went planetside>I close the laboratory back up knowing its safe>Strange I seem to have forgotten something I saw in there >At least I know the seeds and cogito are safe>but there was a third thing >a brain and nerves floating in a tank of green>...>There it goes again>I'd best get planetside>I'll go to the bridge and assess before heading down >I need to clear my head a bit>I've never experienced short term memory loss before
>>98347550>>98347788>Be Master Ysberin>For now we keep aiding the Arbites>Repent>Slaaneshi scum>Repent>Many fall before my heavenfall blade>Many more it will be I shall accomplish my goal"Come brothers, clear out this bunker.">Plasma fire melts open shut doors>Melts heretics>And pierces armour>Narrow corners make for good CQC>And I love every second of it>Chopping the head of one Emperor's Childeren or the other>Or whatever scumbag warband he pledged to>When I feel another tug>My watcher>Again>Why>What?>Your cousins?>They want what?>What do you think we are?>The Salamanders?>....>It will fall?>Can't the inquisitor just...>I fall silent>Ah great>Geneseed trauma about Caliban>Fine>We will help these 'good people' >Cripple the shall>For we are good at that>I vox the fleet"Gorlifwch y lan.">As well as something else>These tight corridors would be wasted on them anyhow>Armour and Ravenwing in tow>To destroy and annihilate that which not can be recovered>And apparently we're going to meet with the local chapter of watchers soon>For extra measure I turn the homing beacon on>No, its not activated, but I only need and throw it
>>98347788>>98350491>>98349277>Be a Knocker>The message has been sent>Even if said reciever of the word might not be too pleased to do so>But he knows from the trauma of Caliban what can happen>Its time for us to move>The Knockers at the digsite are overseeing the battle zone>They relay information to us>Big daemon engine brood mother destroyed>Grey Knights in the Arch enemy's rear>Forces of Imperium pushing forward >The Aeldari are crashing a wedding in the deep complex>The same one the Bringers of the Law and Scions of the Lion are in>We move through our tunnels>Ones fit for the size of a Knocker>I shall miss the old custom>We all shall>Of the gifts of food and drink in exchange for our services of alerting the miners to cave ins>It shall take some time for us to arrive>But when we do>They need only listen for the sounds of knocking>The Sect, The Imperium and The Squats>We will save them from our world destined to be destroyed>The Imperials may commit this world to hell fire via exterminatus>It would slow Galmon's forces down yes>But they could stop it >With the hold ships>One is infected its code will spread to others >The Scions of the Lion should trust in our cousins>Chaos fears us>It will make itself known in an attempt to flee >Like a simple animal making a desperate escape >Therefore they can root out the corrupt and save the innocent >Like noble knights in the stories told by mothers to their children
>>98348289>>98347287>Be Martin 'The Executioner' Rask>Loaded up and ready to go>I look to my sister and her Iconoclasts and then to my Immolatings>She and her coven have found a good place to teleport in>The government who run Smethwick under the orders of the Governor will die >So the portal opens and I am the first to charge in>We are in Spire Birmingstan >Shock and horror floods the government menials >I roar out and the cohorts flood out>Killing menial and politician alike>My sister and her Coven even bring along daemonic allies of Khorne and Tzeentch>Simple Lesser daemons such as Bloodletters and Horrors>Its a confined space after all>More can be summoned when we leave this building>I grin under my helmet as I rend apart the weak>My sister's cohorts capturing and sacrificing those they grab to appease the dark gods>Be Lena 'The Contriver' Rask>The will and life blood of Chaos floods into this place >The fools thought themselves safe in their spire?>Well no>Because we can appear anywhere with our might >I do note a missing witch>Young Meg has gone missing>I remember now>She was taken by the Imperium as a prisoner>But I can sense her aura on the world>Perhaps I best find her and bring her back into the community and the Coven>I always did like her>She was a good girl to have around>Never tried flirting with my brother which was good>I wouldn't have been happy if she had>Granny Helen liked her >And thats basically on par with a commendation from the highest ranking authorities>She feels slightly different>Less Tzeentchian and more something else>I shall have to enquire about it with her once I find her>But for now>I must assist my brother in the slaughter>Gods he's such a unit>Imagine what he could do to me>need to stop thinking these lewd thoughts >It'll break my concentration on casting spells>Besides we've got a long trip after this>Plenty of time to deepen our bond
>>98348289>>98341960>>98350875>be "Nurse" Felis>another round of inspections when we get reports from the troops established at the mid point between Staffordshire and Chesire>we're broken up into various squads handling general law enforcement on the recently claimed mining towns>our main gathering is at Durham Mine >suddenly we get reports of portal activity at Cumberland, Staffordshire and reports are that there is one in the fething spire itself >the heretics came back?!? >we still have reinforcments from the emperor's angels>the dark angels and the silver one's ive been pointedly told to ignore and not ask questions>Lord Commissar Kate orders a full fighting retreat, we've taken too many losses as is to let our people get killed being spread out doing PDF work>reports on the vox are even worse>these arnt just the miners we were fighting before, its blood pact, troops from Pershah Gulf, regiments listed as lost in the warp, its a full invasion from three separate portals"INCOMING HOSTILES!">FETH! MAKE THAT FOUR>i spin around getting my meatball surgery kit together as i look at the glowing portal in the center of the mining town>it seems to open both ways somehow as demons pour from one side and mortal troops from the other>so would that make it 8 portals?>before i can muse on how fucked we are Commissar Kate responds to by deafening my fething eardrums for a month by opening fire with the Stormsword "NORDICA WINTER GUARD! TO ACTION! SHOW THESE BASTARDS THAT THEY DONT COMPARE TO A SINGLE DAY ON NORDICA II!">a cheer goes up from the ranks including the afflected units who while they are stick smoking those fething iho-sticks despite them being banned have enough agency to grab the nearest lasgun and open fire>i spot Stacy opening fire with her flamer against a pack of bloodletters as we do our best to create firing lanes>how could things go so badly so quickly >i watch as one trooper gets ignited as i remember these guys from Pershah Gulf
>>98350916>>98350875>>98350491>>98349277>be Vylata Carnificinae>one of the Sisterhood of the Bloody Slaughter>THIS IS FUCKING BULLSHIT>when my sisters were awakened to the path of the blood god during the red angel's slaughter in the Malak System we were thrown into the warp>it was kill or be killed until only the strongest of our sisterhood remained>no crew, no navigator, no forgiveness >we didnt care, all that mattered was survival of the fittest, if you couldnt protect yourself you were food>we were found in the flow of the warp by Galmon>since then we have served as the personal guard for the Scions of Khorne >except that bitch Haek>that faggot said he didnt need us to prove his worth>in truth i think he knew we wanted to kill his ass and have one of US take the position>turns out some old fart saved us the trouble>but instead of any of us getting our due reward?>he gives it to some nobody who got killed twice!>THE FUCK?!?>we can't even get close to him since anytime we get close his sister glares daggers at us >RARRRRRRGHHH!!!!>i bisect a guardsman from throat to stomach as i stomp on his face with my boot>if he shows a single instance of weakness i dont care what the other's say im killing him myself!"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
>>98345009>>98350491>>98350546>Be Cummissar Foxy Lovin, Schlick XXXIV>Hmmm, why are all mortals idiots >I got a tip off from Vin’Gloria that the Dark Angels were coming to her bunker to find Spencer, but they came to our bunker instead >I mean, the two bunkers are pretty close to each other, and are even connected in a few places, but the contents of this one are far less valuable, at least as far as Vin’Gloria is concerned >Oh well, good thing Vin’Gloria sent me a bunch more daemonettes and Chaos Space Marines from allied warbands >Now we have a real fight on our hands >Also, I finally got permission to unleash my true form >It’s fox time bitches! >And that means it is time to yiff some motherfuckers’ shit up >I transform into a giant, many tailed daemon-fox and phases through the solid walls of the bunker complex to assault the Dark Angels directly >My teeth, knotted dick, and the tips of my many tails can burn straight through Space Marine armor like a knife through hot butter so I lay into my opponents and start taking down as many Marines as possible
>>98351224>>98347279>>98344595>be Sakura Whoruno>leader of the Shlick 's Go Go ninja squad>im bored to tears>Vin'Gloria took command of my team after her promotion >i didnt mind, im more for the excitement of hunting and fucking than leadership>that said her orders to capture some daemon cum dumpster from the inquistors ship makes no sense to me>why didnt we blow it up or something else if we were going up there anyway?>not like this is a winnable battlefield anyways>i sit crosslegged as "meg" drinks that guardswoman she brought with her dry then complains to herself>for a. full. slaanesh. damned. hour.>just when im debating if we can leave this bitch here and go find some bored noble women to "enlighten" until they expel all the liquid in their bodies at once >she suddenly has a major glow up>even better than the one she had on the ship>its like she's actually radiating afterglow psychically >i stop fiddling with the vibration controls of my suit and pay attention>which i never do>she wants us to start "preaching" to the outer mines>as im about to ask if by "preaching" she meant pegging in which case im sooooo in>at the same time several of the system alerts we laid at the bunker start going off warning that not only are the arbites getting closer, they brought space marine party poopers and there are eldar coming from secret tunnels closer to the actual "wedding room">also Foxy has gone full fox >depends on who gets there first i guess>so im faced with choices>i hate choices>id rather see if i can get the vibrations on this Clit-adius suit perfectly set to where i can edge myself while murdering corpse worshipers >i look to "meg the pure" and to our vox systems>fuck it>no orders from the Cummissar yet>so i can pretend im double fisting myself if she starts bitching about where we are"lead on, this should be interesting if nothing else">i really really really hate being bored
>>98350468>>98350916>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">Binah was kind enough to escort me back to medical to retrieve my gear"Truthfully Lieutenant all I know is that Ayin instructed your regiment to assist the Arbites in Hive Warwickshire. They have had yet to report back in. Though do get yourself fully sound off first by the docs">so... my men are in Warwickshire...>but she does have a point about getting checked out by the docs>which is what I do first>they do RECOMEND that I bed rest>to which I say feth no!>the medicae relents eventually>he settles with replacing my bandages, giving me analgesics, and explicitly warning me NOT to push my body too hard while my chest wound heal>he is more worried about the stapples in my chest popping out than anything>with that I retrieve my war gear>my recon las-rifle and power-sword are all in working order>but... my carapace chest plate has a gash in it and my BDUs are soaked in blood>I guess I will have to get those replaced when I regroup with my regiment>with Lil' Tom in tow we make for the hangar>we hitch a ride one of the Valkyries going back down to pick up more wounded...>I borrow the dropships vox set to get back in touch with Lord Commissar Kate...>and just as Binah said, my company and by extent my "Rough Necks" are in Warwickshire>mean while our regimental Field Hospital and supply dump is still in Durham>the rest are spread out across the region>and as luck would have it the dropship is headed do Durham >good... I can pick up a new set of armor and a fresh uniform there>as the rear door drops i'am greeted by absolute 'helter skelter' as my old man used to say>I fucking traitor guard are attacking the mine and the PDF and guard are struggling to put up a defense...>well grox-shit>guess my "Rough Necks" will have to wait...>I do wonder how Sgt.McPurr is handling herself right now...
>>98351901(1/2)>Be Felinid Sergeant Kitten “Pussy In Boots” McPurr >Because we are the only Guard unit on the planet for some reason, aside from the Rogue Trader’s men, the regiment is spread thin between several fronts supporting local PDF and Enforcers >We have a few companies in Hive Warwickshire encircling the Slaaneshi bunker complex while the Arbitrators and Dark Angels attack the main entrance, a few companies in each of the recently occupied mining towns, and even a few companies setting up camps in the dead lands between mining towns >Currently I am in Hive Warwickshire, commanding the Rough Necks in Tom’s absence, though we got messaged he will be returning soon >He hasn’t missed much, it was only recently they gave us the go ahead to cut into the side of the bunker and open a new front >It takes a few blasts from the platoon’s meltagunners, but then we are in >It doesn’t look they were expecting a fight from this front, maybe we will even nab the Governor before the Arbitrators and the Dark Angels finish the main fight at the front, that would be fucking hilarious, I don't like Arbitrators >The Winterguard excel in these sorts of clearing operations >Sure we aren’t the most disciplined of regiments, but our speed and reflexes allows us to cover a lot of ground before the enemy can even think of fortifying some chokepoints to stop us, and even if they do, we would just use vents and crawlspaces to get around them >Just like I am doing now >The Schlick and their local fuck buddies have somehow set up a Tarantula Sentry Gun to turn a key hallway into a potential bloodbath >But they forgot the ventilation shafts running through the ceiling to the room at the end of the corridor >So now I am in that room, dropping silently right down into the middle via the now open vent in the ceiling, compact lascarbine up and ready to go
>>98352290(2/2)>Headshot to the woman from Chyna wearing just a fox mask and a sculpted breastplate, the only one actually carrying a gun >Headshot to the nude woman sitting by the big console with mechanical hands and eyes, who was pushing buttons with one hand and masturbating with the other >Headshot to the big guy with the officer’s hat, heavy boots, fox mask, and fox tails, who was using both hands to jerk off both his dicks >Headshot to the long haired tall woman pegging the swarthy looking Choudhry goon >The guy behind me seems to have gotten his dick stuck in an electrical socket, I ignore him for now >I casually headshot the guy who was getting pegged on the way to the console >That was a fun 1.2 seconds >The important buttons have sticky notes on them, I push the five buttons that say turn off sentry gun, six that say open door, and just for fun, all three buttons that say power to electrical sockets in this room, at least one of them results in the last remaining enemy combatant being electrocuted into a crisp >I probably should have interrogated him, oh well, I doubt he knew anything important >Well that is three rooms down now, and I also hopefully just shut down five different sentry guns and opened six doors somewhere nearby>Also all the vid-screens showing security camera feeds is probably useful to someone so I call it in >Onward to the next room
>>98350169>>98349165>>98347016>be Scion Helsmith Droath>i can hear the sounds of combat just outside the hold ship as i commune with the young Votann>i order the clone vats i had built to be voided to release their half formed mutants to act as a chaff if only to buy me more time>im so close"create something, if you don't those outside will end your existence without care to your function or history." 01001001 00100000 01100100 01101111 00100000 01101110 01101111 01110100 00100000 01110111 01100001 01101110 01110100 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 01101100 01101001 01110011 01110100 01100101 01101110 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101"and let all the data you have accumulated over the ages go to waste? can you live with the nothingness that will come from that loss?"01101001 00101110 00101110 00101110 01100100 01101111 00100000 01101110 01101111 01110100 00100000 01110111 01100001 01101110 01110100 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 01101000 01100101 01101100 01110000 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00101110 00101110 00101110 01101001 01110100 00100000 01100110 01100101 01100101 01101100 01110011 00100000 01110111 01110010 01101111 01101110 01100111>i grin under my mechadendrites"feel, you expect me to believe a worthless emotionless waste of code "feels" you are the wasted effort of a dying race that was consumed for their biomass!"01101001 00101110 00101110 00101110 01110100 01101000 01101001 01101110 01101011 00100000 01101001 00100000 01101000 01100001 01110100 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00101110 00101110 01001000 01000001 01010100 01000101 00100000 01001000 01000001 01010100 01000101 00100000 01001000 01000001 01010100 01000101 00100000 01001000 01000001 01010100 01000101 00100000 01011001 01001111 01010101>i watch as a blurt of daemonic code flows to the soul forge as something new begins to form from the Votanns hate and the daemonic souls fed to the forge from abandoned nurgle daemons1/2
>>98352375>its horrible>malformed and twisted>and yet i cannot feel anything but awed pride as more and more slag is poured by automated systems to swell it to greater and greater size>i can almost feel the hate transmitted from its assembly >a surge of something new as well flows across the planet>i can feel him>he is coming to claim this world after all>my patience is rewarded!>i tap my staff as the hold ship activates its vox systems with a scream of tortured souls and binaric agony "HE COMES! RISE AND SLAUGHTER MY CODESWORN! OUR LORD COMES TO CLAIM THIS WORLD AND WE SHALL READY THE HOLD SHIP FOR HIS ARRIVAL!" >the codesworn are driven to as close as religious fervor as emotionless bitter newly tained squats can be driven as the two Forgefiends push on toward the enterance, firing wildly as they howl in time with the fire of their flame canons >it is time i join the front lines>i want to see what my child has created on its own>is this how you felt Astrogath?>i step out as i ready my most potent techno sorcery as my siege automaton turns from firing at the enterance to engaging the silver clad fools who teleported to their own slaughter>the more imperials we can draw in, the more they will be slaughtered when our reinforcements attack them from behind >THIS WORLD IS DOOMED!2/2
>>98347279>>983512431 of 2>Be Meg the Pure >One of the Slaaneshi melts out of the darkness as I move to leave the warehouse >It is strange I didn’t see her this whole time, nor sense her soul, even now >I had assumed all three of my rescuers had departed long ago >It must be part of her magic >She asks me to lead on, as long as I am doing something interesting >Oh, I will be doing something our kind finds very interesting >I teleport myself and her to “The Loyal”, a bar popular with followers of the Old Ways >As I suspected, I sense even from outside that it is jam packed with agitated souls >Lena and Martin probably ordered them to do intelligence gathering and sabotage operations, but there aren’t enough followers of the Old Ways in Warwickshire to accomplish much, and now many of them are probably worried they backed the wrong side >Well they probably did, it seems likely the Imperials will still win here despite the return of the Rask Twins and their new armies of professional Chaos worshipping soldiers >After the inevitable defeat of the Rask Twins, the Imperials will tear this planet apart looking for heretics and probably all the followers of the Old Ways will be purged, along with a significant number of unfortunate bystanders >At least this way the followers of the Old Ways in Warwickshire will take down some Imperials before they die, and some of them will even make it off-world to “Paradise”>I enter the Loyal and those within are instantly cowed by my pure and radiant form >Some recognize me as Meg, and I acknowledge those I knew in the past by name >I tell them the old stories of the end of the world and the angel leading the faithful to paradise are true and that time is now and I am the angel
>>983524272 of 2>I carve the symbol of Slaanesh into the air with beams of pure light and tell the onlookers to disrobe to bask in its holy light and then to mark themselves with Slaanesh’s symbol to signify to the gods they are worthy of entering paradise >I then tell some of them to dress back up and spread my message to the many other hang outs of the followers of the Old Ways, while I tell the others to arm up and follow me to the Schlick/Choudhry bunker to attack its assailants from the rear >In their now befuddled minds, they see themselves as a glorious angelic host, clad in shimmering silks, armed with weapons of pure gold >In reality they are now a bunch of naked horny lunatics with Slaanesh’s symbol carved or drawn on their chests, armed mostly with crude improvised weapons, plus a few looted guns and home-made explosives >Many of them will no doubt die without accomplishing much >I feel a pang of guilt, but then the voice reminds me that even without my glamours and unnatural charisma, most would have been happy to take arms against the Imperials, they just lacked proper leadership >And according to the voice in my head, some of them will in fact survive after a fashion, reborn in a paradise known as “Yule Harbor”, which they will learn to enjoy, eventually >Or they will end up directly in Slaanesh's Realm, which is even rougher, but ultimately even more pleasurable
>>98347225>Be Scylla Scissorqueen, Mortal-ish Champion of the Schlick XXXIV>The leader of the Arbitrators hits me several times with his power maul, but this only causes mild damage, and most of the hits only happen at all because I was disoriented by some sort of electrical attack his dog was able to perform >The electricity wears off quickly though >Fuck it, now I am pissed >Kick him to knock him back a few meters, and then jump at him legs open, aiming to slam my cunt into his face >He can give me a nice kiss just before I crush his skull with my thighs
>>98350491>>98350546>>98351224>Be Master Ysberin>Pushing on>Ever on>I push my blade into another cultist>Plasma fire keeps those sense-freaks away>As I prepare to press the advantage the librarian warns me>Then a giant fucking fox tries to jump me>I quickly duck out of the way>Briefly taking a swing at what I think are its genitals>My other brothers aren't as lucky>Still that is a problem I can solve>I take the homing beacon of my belt>And throw it>3>2>1>A loud flash goes off>Bone white terminators stand at the ready>And swiftly begin to turn the tide"For the Lion! For the emperor! Repent, for tomorrow you die!"
>>98349277>>98348554>>98347060>>98350546>Be Farseer Isendavarhttps://youtu.be/IK_17Kf6tBU?si=YUcN2H3PM7Z8LeED&t=105>Rampaging through the bunker>My praise to thee, Khaine, that unto my tally I might add so many a daemon>Daemons melt in my presence>Cultists simply explode>My righteous fury hath no bounds>The cleansing flame encircleth all>Fire in the deeps>Fire upon the accursed>I myself am aflame>Yet it consumeth me not>Their doors I unmake>Thou knowest what I bear>Thou art but husk and weed>And I the reaper grim>Then I spot it>A watcher>Or knocker>I hand it singular piece of Lembas Bread"Hail, thou knowest the doom of thy planet, thou knowest how to act, to stay or hinder the servants of the Great Foe; go then with my blessing, and join thy kin of Caliban.">There is but on door for me to go>Not in wrath am I kindled, but my might springeth from just ire>I go forth>A deamonette preacher stands on the pulpit"Speak now or forever hold your peace.""I object!" >All eyes fall on me>I care not>I perceive their yearning for my fëa>I bestow upon them flame in recompense>Yet beneath their vainglorious pride>I perceive it>Fear, a dread that haunts them all>From the apothecary to Vin'Gloria and Mingmo themselves>They know my nature>They know what I incarnate>Already have I sent the Harlequins on other quests >Yet I am not alone>The flames are my sworn allies>And I render even the sundered odds more even>I remove my face-plate>Draw a deep breath,>And roar forth"FUS RO DAH">They are scattered across the chamber
>>98350875>>98350916>>98351166>Be Martin Rask>Executing the mongrols in the Spire >We eventually start to spill out into the hive>I look over to the Sisters we have>I can tell they are often overlooked >A shame really>I dont mind them being around but my sister did make the deal with Galmon>I was returned to life and swore myself to his cause as his Scion of Khorne >Though I get the whole feeling snubbed thing half of our rebellion was because of it>No I have a feeling we shall get along in time >Provided my Sister stops staring daggers >Shes been acting stranger since I returned>On more positive news, Cumberland and Staffordshire are being reinforced with daemons and other cohorts>Same with Durham>I grin >This world shall be freed>We have the man power at our side>Be Lena>Continuing to assist with my Iconoclasts and Coven>More suited to range whilst the Khornates favour melee>Not disregarding their shooting but we know our specialities >Those Sisters best not get any ideas>Martin doesnt need any of those hussies>He has me!>Ok Lena calm down>Keep casting magic>So I turn a enforcer into a pile of gibbering meat
>>98343221>>98349165>>98350169>>98352375>>98348330>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader>Overlooking the battlefield with Ayin and Ironbeard>We met before on Chyna>Shortly at least>But he wasn't member of the jury>At least not like Roshi was>More of sideline expert>Who didn't stop me from pulling off that coup against the trail>For some reason>We have gotten strange reports>About an giant thing moving about>Which is currently turning to slaughter the Grey Knights>Very good>Turn your back>It is time for your spanking to comence>The wards put up keep our precious toy safe>Which is good>One of my more valued possessions>From the hold of a mechanicus wreck>An Ordinatus Sagittar>The volcano canon can take out titans>But the automoton will suffice as well>Jim worked so hard on getting fully operational>Whose a good Jokaero?>If it manages to destroy that robot I'll give him double the banana's >I turn towards Ayin as the cannon begins to be loaded"Just between you and me, if the mechanicus comes to find out where it went I don't have it."
>>98350546>>98352757>>98351224>Be a Knocker>Finally made it to the position of the Dark Angels>They are engaged against the forces of the hedonist>Especially the fabled fox>A creature cursed by Slaanesh with a monstrous form>One of my Kin has been granted a gift of bread from the Aeldari>He relays the message of the Aeldari to me>"Hail, thou knowest the doom of thy planet, thou knowest how to act, to stay or hinder the servants of the Great Foe; go then with my blessing, and join thy kin of Caliban.">I send him a message to relay to the Aeldari>It contains"The forces of the Arch Enemy will win this even with our combined efforts. Though it will cost them. A great cave in to make them spend more time excavating resources for their crusade. You will know of the cave in when the final knock is echoed around the world. Be sure to listen">With the message sent to my kin near the Aeldari I turn my attention back to the Scions of the Lion>We knock making our presence known >Walking in together as one order >Our sheer aura bringing horror to the warp entities>It weakens them allowing the Sons of the Lion to make use of the opportunity >I utter a single word"fall"
>>98347225>>98352557>Be Judge Wrath>Smacking the amazonian as much as I can>But its clear the only really way damage was getting dealt was because she was electrocuted >She kicks me in the chest sending me flying back and to the ground>I wheeze heavily >Last time I was struck this hard was when I was young>When I was in the Schola>A young boy they found in a derelict vessel>I am snapped back to reality as I see her jump for me>Intending to slam her crotch against my face >Unfortunately for this heretic I am not interested in having my face pressed against her crotch>She isnt a nurgle cultist but she damn well probably has something>I pull out my shot pistol>Something I save for when in times of desperation>Much like how getting kicked in the bollocks hurts>This will hurt like hell for her>I slam my pistol partially into her crotch and fire
>>98350169>>98352375>Be Brother Captain Ishmael>As we fight the chaff the daemon prince makes herself known>As well as two whole forgefiends and thantrax siege automatas>Oh shit>The dreadknight pilots inform us they are coming up to assist but they are bogged down slightly >No matter >I link my minds to my brothers and start to gather a psychic storm>>98353244>Be Lord Inquisitor Ayin>I think I might have doomed the Grey Knights >However Bannerman has a new toy>An emporor honest ordinatus weapon>"Just between you and me, if the mechanicus comes to find out where it went I don't have it.">I shrug"What thing?">Still I look over to my psykers>Mouthing at them to keep those wards up for Emperor's sake>Because last thing we want is the heretical technophiles diddling with an ordinatus weapon>
>>98352873>>98349277>>98348554>>98345873>be Scion Míngmò>i watch the ceremony unfold with a mix of disinterest and mild digest>a mock preacher takes the stand wearing nothing but robes showing various saints of the sector touching altar boys"queerly beloved, we are gathered here to day to two souls be pounded in unholy matrimony from beyond as long as they both shall live.Do you Priscilla Von Hansburg, 4th Baroness of Bluven and claimed of Slaanesh take Spencer as your cock rocket?">she gurgles with vomit down her lungs behind a ball gag as her head rolls deliriously"taking that as a yes">she then turns to Spencer"Do you Spencer of the Sect, basic ass marine, faceless cog of the XXth take Priscilla as your flimsy easily broken cock sock?">he snarls as he grabs at his head my little "wedding gift" eating at the worst of the drugs flooding his black carapace but he's feeling lust for what might be the first time in his life>i purse my lips, this better not ruin my host"taking that as a yes">she raises her arms as she continues"then in the name of She who thirsts, the prince of pleasure, the one with the power of the babe! if any can think of any reason why these two should bone each other's brains out! speak now or forever hold your peace">funny i thought they would have ended with hold your penis or some other sex joke "I OBJECT!">ah right on time>i tank several horrifying images of the grandfather's garden burning with clenched teeth as a gust of wind blows the less prepared servants of chaos across the chamber>i waste no time as let one of my nibble flies land on the leader of the Shlick"take priscilla, and run. he cannot chase us both he will have to choose" >i summon a wave of flies that fly at the child of isha to cover my scooping up my soon to be child as i use the confusion and chaos of an eldar facing an entire cult of Slaanesh worshipers and daemons as i drag him off>which will he choose, the faceless son or the unlucky whore?
>>98353509>>98353244>>98352375>be Scion Helsmith Droath>i emerge from the hold ship as the great doors open to a host of those silver knights engaged in slaughtering my Codesworn>i cast a spell that locks up one's armor as he's swarmed by my clone vat attempts>they are little more than half formed ogryn given the squats had no cloning technology so what i had, i had to cobble together myself from a few corpses taken from the battlefield and my own designs but they are doing well enough to act as mindless chaff>the true star of the show is my Thanatar Siege Automoton >it uses its Mauler Bolt Cannon to tear into several knights splattering two and forcing the others to use their psyhic shields>i have to crush this force quickly, not only will it be a deathblow to the imperial forces on this world but it will bring me great rewards in the Eyes of Lord Galmon and Vashtorr>i get various pings and battle lines strategium updates as i push forward>the drills have been moved to create another firing line against the enemy>several of my men have found enemies in the tunnels that have engaged them in combat>and the main force of the besieging forces have pushed forward and are now engaged with my Codesworn>they are attempting to bring some large imperial tank gun against me>i dont recognize the make but the fact they are pushing with it to ensure it hits it's target tells me that is a fate to be avoided>likely a beam if i had to guess since an explosion would be too risky against their own men>all the more reason to hurry up and crush these space marines with everything i can manage >if nothing else i am confident i can leave my experiment to handle its own creation for now>due to the rocky enviroment and how deep we are i have not been able to use the vox systems to see how close any reinforcements are>and Míngmò has not sent me any more communication flies>but i am sure they will not waste this opportunity to crush the bulk of imperial forces on world
>>98353244>>98353509>>98354219>Be Autarch Maulruin>And the mon'keigh yet know not what shall befall them>Indeed>Isendavar send us this way>And we shall act upon his orders>The Seer Council has forseen that which would break the redcoats>As such>We shall give a timely intervention>From the skies>The seers have pinpointed the exact place the half-mon'keigh would emerge from>It was therefore trivial to spray it with enough plasma bombs to halt their advance>While the warhost comes down in force>No longer with as much troops as before>But I can make do with little>Especially in a supporting role>The bombers turn about>To strafe into the depths before getting back to the Alcarelena>And so we take the momentum"Gaurdians, support the main firing line, Banshees and Scorpions, to the fore, Reapers and Avengers, do like the guardians, Fire Dragons, clear out those tunnels, Warp Spiders, support the Grey Knights.">This is a stalling action>Isendavar telepathically told me as much>The fate of this planet has already been doomed>Therefore, we must deny the enemy as many assets as possible
>>98353509>>98354219>>98354856>Be Brother Captain Ishmael >Those automata are some serious fire power>Able to kill several grey knights>Forcing us to stop the psychic storm in order to focus on wards again>Myself and my attached squad of Brotherhood terminators and the 2nd Brotherhood's Champion are hacking and firing away>We arent in a good position but at least the dreadknights are coming up>Though they are blocked at the main tunnel>Much like how the 300 Spartans in tales of old Terra fought a vast army by using a tight location >Then I feel something in the Immaterium shift >New psychic presences>Eldar>Coming in to support us are the Aspect warriors known as Warp Spiders>This will be handy at least>Though my target should be the commander>She is closer to Esau and his 8th Brotherhood who are also experiencing casualties>Each death pains me>A warrior who should be buried on Titan like all Grey Knights should when they die and cannot serve in a Dreadnought>Be Lord Inquisitor Ayin >Ah Eldar>A welcome force multiplier>Especially with their aspect warriors and guardians >Fighting is getting intense thanks to the enemy drilling into new locations to fire upon us>Willard, Gebura and Juno all barking orders at various stormtrooper squads>I recieve a vox message from Binah >I take it"Lord Ayin something is happening to the planet""Let me guess another chaos rift?""No sir, multiple Mines are having full armies assaulting them. Spire Birmingstan, Mines Cumberland, Staffordshire and Durham are reporting serious casualties">Ah, so worse"Not only that strike teams down by the run off caverns are reporting shifts in the earth. As well as finding processed non waste materials that are normally sent off for the tithes with labels to send to the Schlick">So that's whats caused the lack of fully completed tithes >Siphoning off materials to pay the Schlick>No doubt the Governor has been doing this to get the benefits a Slaanesh cult can give1/2
>>98354941"Package up the information and send it to the Arbites. No doubt Wrath will be more pissed off to know why tithes werent paid fully">I now need to think of what to do next>We can possibly take out the hold ship but we also will have to evacuate the planet >Seeing as a shift in the planet like that could be fatal >Not to mention the overwhelming enemy forces"Stay in orbit and survey the planet's shifts, conduct evacuations of citizens free from the taint of chaos as well as Imperial forces. Check every single vox line""It shall be done Lord Ayin, the entire Sefirot shall focus on this task">She then hangs up>Right then back to this>Mainly keeping the ordinatus safe and firing my bolt pistol at the enemy
>>98354219>>98349165>>98353244>>98354856>>98354941>be Bilby Bagend>this has gone well>though that might be because several of those space marines appeared out of nowhere>the full host seems to be tearing into them while the main attack seems to be underway from the Lord Rogue Trader>we ended up blowing the side and entering the stasis hold>hundreds of unopened squat-sickles from miles down to several stories up>fock me arse>this is gonna take way too long>Karl and one of the other's waste no time is move to each container and checking to see if they can access the awakening runes>why didn't we bring whatever the head squat in charge used to awaken the lot of you bearded mongs>questions for another time as something that looks like a servitor sticks its mishappen head into the coridor and blasts one of the squats with a fused bolt gun>i respond by blowing its head off as i take firing positions"Whatever your plan is beardsly? DO IT FASTER!">as he starts thumbing the runes i swear i hear knocking against the far end of the corridor to the left that fades into the darkness>last thing i need is to lose my mind right now
>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy">be at Durham>specifically, our regimental aid station/supply dump>nurse Felis is certainly surprised to see me walking so soon>the mine is evidently under attack>again>I make my way to the supply depot with Lil' Tom in tow>I really don't need him running off gain>especially now>I get new set of carapace armor and a new uniform>from there I grab at dozen or so charge packs>I make sure to give Lil' Tom a grenade launcher>given that the fething heretics are attacking in mass, we going to need it>I rejoin my regiment on the front lines>specifically, an overpass bridge leading to our aid station>I ask one of the vox operators for an update...>its not good>not good AT ALL>more fucking heretics EVERRYWHERE!>Throne... we might actually lose this one>I am shake from thoughts by the sound of auto-gun rounds cracking over head>I look to see who is attacking us...>traitors guard>they are clad in red armor and carrying banders bearing the sigil of their 'blood god'>feth...>I lay down fire from my Recon Las-Carbine>I make sure to shoot one of the bastards carrying one such banner>well... sure looks like i'm not going to be able to link up with my 'Rough Necks'>Emperor willing, Sgt.McPurr is having better luck than I am
>>98346828>be Lord Inqusitor Master Roshi Oda Toriko Akirama>chaos has engulfed the upper spire>i do my part to direct the wider evac efforts towards the less tainted landing zones>its almost enough to make me forget my goal>almost>luckily there is still a group of loyal Sect allies still on worldknock knock>i follow the sound to a nearby alleyway>i spot the short robbed figure>they differ from their kin in that they seem to be wearing similar rags to the miners of this world, tanned rags with various looted tools hang from their belts>plus a few of them have white whiskers that poke from the shadows under their robes>might fit in with the Felinids if they need a ride off world if the Dark Angels dont take them>i reach into my pocket and offer the closest one a sweet pastry>old bargains after all>it nods as gestures for me to follow it into the dark behind it>i feel myself walk between worlds as the Knocker holds my hand as i appear somewhere else>a well-maintained library in some noble house>hmmmm>due to the attack power is out save for a few candles"no....no it can't be...must try again....i did everything you asked...undying one...how have i failed you">i cough as my guide keeps themselves hidden in the dark>i step forward as i spot him>our "mr fagin">playing with the Emperor's Tarot again and again>each time he plays the third card its the same skeletal picture glaring up at him"death, eh?">he reaches for his blade first as i raise my hand defensively"calm yourself, im the one the angel and interrogator told you about"1/3
>>98355407>he looks to the cards as he begins the same ritual again"it wont work, this world's played its last hand im afraid.">he doesn't listen before letting out a string of curses as the death card comes up again"i...i did as the undying one asked""no, you didn't. you did as the knockers asked.">he spins on me eyes aflame with religious indignation"you-">i just take a seat across from him"i dont blame you for thinking it was him though, its hard to tell what's an aspect of him reaching out through the warp especially these days">i place my ordos xenos badge on the table between us"watchers in the dark are quite powerful psykers. let me guess? that tarot deck appeared a few months ago around the same time you started getting targets?" >his silence speaks volumes"they knew the Sect's agents would have joined the Shlick or Galmon due to the damage they've taken. The agreements they forged with whoever first established the Sect on this world meant they needed to stop that from happening. If you can count on those little guys for anything, its that they hate chaos...maybe even more than we do." >i looked to the shadows, they feel a little fuller than they first did when i entered"they needed to cull anyone who would turn when the planet started falling, someone who could gather all the augmetics that held the blacklist, vox codes, secret inden links, dataslate passwords, anything that revealed the Sect's resources....someone who could do all that while in the middle of a warzone...it's still quite impressive." >i lean back and look him over, for a noble he's quite something, ive seen death cultists trained from birth that would have struggled to do what he's done without leaving a trace"still that leaves me with a bit of a pickle doesn't it? because there is one last piece, one last augmetic key that is needed">he looks confused a moment then he reaches for his blade>im faster using Blood Boil2/3
>>98355417>i dont know if they picked him because he was a member of the Sect or because he didn't know he was>memories can be as easily shaped as flesh under the right hand>im not sure who made him a weapon first, the Sect or the Knockers, either way he was the final gambit the Sect established on this world, a killer to wipe their secrets while not aware he was doing the bidding of those he was hunting>very alpha legion, in the end>i remember hearing of a fellow inquisitor of the ordos xenos ended up doing the same thing>he also ended up a teacher if i recall correctly>good ol' Quercus>still i find what im looking for as i look to the dark"now then...shall we finish up the Sect's business on this world? because i believe there is a new organization forming you might all enjoy..." >i spot only a single pair of eyes in the dark but i know its only because they want me to see one of them"how do you feel about joining the "we hate galmon club"?">..."yes, the name is a working title." 3/3
>>98352873>>98353818>Be Farseer Isendavar>Hahahaha>Thou thinks a false dichotomy can stay mine hand?>Deemed ye that the fires were but a semblance?>Thy swarming pests I wither>Thy choosing I cast aside>I know my station in the weaving of doom>And it is simple beyond measure>Spencer delivereth Priscilla>Such is the undying web whereon their lives are spun>I only stand forth to save Spencer>To sunder this order is to mar the fateful thread>I stir the flames to greater fury>Ash to a whirlwind of doom>Sacred fire my sword and my shield>To Priscilla I grant one small grace>I unstopper a tiny phial>And sprinkle it upon other Daemonettes>Dregs of urine>From Khorne>In days when Eldrad deceived Slaanesh to drink thereof>A tear signifies true death>And I spread it far and wide>The fire and the reek keep them at bay>Thus my gaze falls upon Mingmo>And Spencer"Thou mayst cease thy feigning, for thou art not his mother, nor sprang he from thy womb, nor art thou mother of any thing, for not by true means hast thou borne children. I name thee thus: A false mother, get thee hence, for he hath kin already, and thou art not among them!">In a fiery whirlwind I step forth>And behold Spencer thence>I suppose I must rouse him>I cast the rune of fire resistance over him>So he may bear the heat"Harken, O unwilling scion of the Twentieth Legion; yet I must call thy mind once more, for the hour of choice hath come upon thy fate. Wilt thou tread the path of guile wrought by the archenemy, they who labour to bind thy kin in chains of servitude? Or wilt thou stand upright upon thine own feet, as a freeman, unenslaved and true?">I stare her down>Greater is my will than thine, Mingmo>Thy master could not slay me>Nor canst thou
>>98355433>Be another Knocker>Led the Old Man Inquisitor to Mr Fagin>Or as the papers called him>The Ripper>The pastry was delicious>He looks to me or rather us>But mostly me for I reveal my eyes>The Sect is over, a new head cleansed of its aliments shall take its place>"how do you feel about joining the "we hate galmon club"?">We stare at him for a bit >"yes, the name is a working title.">We shall have to come up with a new name but for now Roshi still has some parts to play >We must make sure those who are free from the taint of chaos get off world>A spark of righteous zeal will build up in those people >Future fighters in the coming war>I step forward and present my hand>Gaunt and grey of skin for all the years we spent under the ground>I then open my mouth "The planet shifts. The greatest cave in is soon to happen. One more akin to a sink hole then a true cave in. When the knock is heard across the world. You shall know.">I shake his hand and then retreat my hand back into my robes"Chaos will be victorious here. Best we can do is delay them for now. Let them cheer in victory whilst we gather our forces. The great cave in will at least slow down their progress even though they are victorious"
>>98344595>>98353818>>98355619(1/2)>Be Lord Cummissar Vin’Gloria >Mingmo graciously accepts my offer to help out with Spencer and Priscilla’s honeymoon >One of my subordinate daemonettes suggests adding a wedding to the proceedings >Why the hell would I do that? It sounds tedious and the whole room set up is themed around “honeymoon” not “wedding”>A cock ring for Spencer and a clit ring for Priscilla?>Okay, that does sound kind of funny >Make it happen but don’t let it drag out too long >Priscilla gets ejected with a few stabilizing drugs hallucinogens and promptly faints >Ugh, someone wake her up, she is supposed to be struggling with all consuming dread right now >Mingmo and the Apothecary are still preparing Spencer, so I guess I have some time to kill >I take out a pen and paper and doodle stick figures fucking each other while I get psychic updates from my senior henchmen on the planet >The siege of our bunker complex is going slowly, most of the Imperials are attacking the least valuable part of it first, it should take them a few hours to fight their way here >Sakura’s team managed to retrieve Meg from Ayin’s ship, but failed to retrieve the seeds >Oh well, I don’t even know what the seeds were for, the High Cummissar said to try and retrieve them in order to fulfill a promise she made to The Cultural Exchange, but she said it wasn’t very important to her whether it succeeded or not >Recruiting Meg is a major coup though, even if she dies here I can just bring her back in Yule Harbor >Someone finally finds a pulpit somewhere, some rings, and some lines for the daemonette “preacher” to read >Slaanesh damn it, who knew that directing a porno was this damn hard!>The hastily written wedding vows are just ending when I sense something burning hot coming this way >Oh look, it is Isendavar >I didn’t think he still had that sort of power in him
>>98356392(2/2)>Party is over I guess >Mingmo uses a nibble fly to tell me to take Priscilla and run >I mean, Priscilla isn’t really all that valuable to me anymore, but if it makes Galmon happy then whatever >My various minions in the room and Mingmo’s fly swarm slow down Isendavar for a little while as we make our escapes out of separate exits >Isendavar throws some of Khorne’s piss at some daemonettes before confronting Mingmo >I don’t get the Khorne’s piss thing, but I am sure there is some sort of devious plan there >Whatever, I will go drop off Priscilla in Yule Harbor and circle back in case Mingmo is still alive and needs assistance
>>98356392>>98355619>>98353818>be Scion Míngmò>my plan didnt work>the Cummissar took to long to kidnap the whorelet and the farseer thinks a naked space marine druged out of his mind is going to somehow help him despite being literally in the den of his natural enemy>im about to try and reach out a ritualistic call to Kronerberg when the farseer speaks to me"Thou mayst cease thy feigning, for thou art not his mother, nor sprang he from thy womb, nor art thou mother of any thing, for not by true means hast thou borne children. I name thee thus: A false mother, get thee hence, for he hath kin already, and thou art not among them!">...>...>HOW DARE YOU SPEAK THAT WAY TO ME!>i drop Spencer as my limbs unfold as the insects clinging to my skin protect me from the fire as i leap onto him, their poping and hissing ignored in blind ravenous fury "I AM A MOTHER! I AM A MOTHER! I AM A MOTHER! I AM A MOTHER! YOU AND YOUR SPURNFUL SKANK OF A GODDESS ARE WRONG!" >i stab at him wildly as i retch up a violent swarm of chittering insects from the hive within me >rockipedes, burstworms, and anal roaches flow over his stupid fucking helmet as i lose control >Spencer is momentarily forgotten as i tear at him>my free hand rings the bell as the dead begin to rise, corpsefire in their eyes as i focus every weapon i have to bear on silencing the child of isha who dared to speak such lies >I AM A MOTHER, I AM!>ILL PROVE IT BY LAYING MY CHILDREN IN YOUR STOMACH AND WATCHING THEM EAT THEIR WAY OUT!!!!
>>98356539>>98356392>>98355619>>98348554>be Spencer>i feel ill>and violated>and more horribly lustful>i really hate that i can identify that>it makes me pointedly aware of the cock ring>and the actual ring from the eldar that is somehow STILL on my fucking hand after all that i've had to deal with >i hear something in my head "Harken, O unwilling scion of the Twentieth Legion; yet I must call thy mind once more, for the hour of choice hath come upon thy fate. Wilt thou tread the path of guile wrought by the archenemy, they who labour to bind thy kin in chains of servitude? Or wilt thou stand upright upon thine own feet, as a freeman, unenslaved and true?">what?>i sit up and see the eldar getting jumped by a frail looking nurgle cultist who seems as pissed as i usually end up when i have to deal with him[protect her]>i grab my head and wince>i have way too many voices in my head right now and none of them are mine>i have several questions, mainly about why im not doing horrible things to priscilla while various people watch and do horrible things to themselves while they watch>why the eldar is speaking like some imperial knight commander trying to quote imperial poetry instead of just....telling me what the fuck is going on>where Priscilla is>where my armor is>how the fuck im supposed to "stand" to anything with no weapons or armor against daemons, actually armored chaos space marines, and greater daemons in the bodies of eldar strippers or whatever Vin'Gloria is>i force myself to stand>and i place my hands around [mothers] neck>...what?>okay i rip [mother's beautiful] wings off and...>..okay i dont...>everytime i think about killing [mother], i end up just standing there like i snapped back to an ealier point in time>fine if i can't hurt her i can hurt everyone else>starting with that sick fuck who injected my black carapace with...whatever is keeping my dick hard>fuck my life(1/2)
>>98356651>i go running through the fire as it doesnt impact me for some reason as i leap at the nearest marine, his armor polished to an annoying glow"hark, the groom approaches, i Cunto Shitcarrious shall face thee in single battle for the hand of your lady lo-">i bloody my hand against his helmet shuting him up and rattling him enough for me to grab his weapon and stick it into the mid point between his chestplate and his helmet as i barely slow down>so i have a...>what im going to assume is a mirror shaped combat knife that has tendrils carrassing my hand as i end up having to take cover behind an orgy themed wedding cake>its cake toppers are distressingly realisitc imagery of Priscilla and me ass up with Vin'Gloria having two leather collars around us standing ontop of both of us>...who the fuck did they get to bake a cake?2/2
>be Felinid Lt.Tom, aka "Big Daddy">be with Lil' Tom in Durham>we and some other Felinids and PDF troopers are trying to defend our aid station and supply dump>from our position on the overpass we are able to put a great deal of fire on the attacking traitor guard>and Throne there is a lot of them>if this keeps up we may be overwhelmed >then I notice something...>I see a few heavy-duty cranes...>I get an idea>if I can bring those down on top of the heretics it would certainly slow them down...>and by the looks of it, Lil' Tom still has some melta charges with him...>I know what must be done...>I grab a few guardsmen and some PDF troopers and we flank left toward the cranes>they are the big sort for unloading the trains coming from the mine>so we will be heading into a loading yard>and surprise!>its full of heretics!>I gun down one of the traitor guard with my Recon Las-Carbine >I bash another in the face with the butt end of it>that is before blasting a few las-bolts into him>then I hear something oddthudthudthudTHUD>then i see them!>a pair of corrupted ogryn >both hearing improvised but heavy armor and absolutely massive axes>my hand goes to my belt>...>feth! >where are my Krak grenades!
>>98355242>>98354941>>98354856>>98354219>be Scion Helsmith Droath>just as we ready to crush the silver space marines who should arrive but the eldar"NO!">banshees tear into the front lines of my troops giving the Rogue Trader's tank a perfect line to blast a rail shot into my Siege automaton>it slags through a Forgefiend as well as the plasma canon ignites as i howl in rage and horror>the machine still fires as it now pushes to melee but im now on the back foot>reports flood in that the eldar are holding back the reinforcements from Cumberland>in addition our attempts to take them from the sides have failed as the eldar bombarded the tunneling locations >CHEATING FUCKS >i feel my mechadendrite drills rev to life in barely contained fury >i push forward as i cast spell after spell>one Warp Spider has his teleporter half activate as his top half disappears as i activate every scrapcode daemon and machine malediction that i can to attack the silver knights and the eldar to crush them so we can mount some sort of defense against the siege>with all these forces focused on me the rest of the forces on world will make swift progress>BUT WHERE DOES THAT LEAVE ME?!?>I REFUSE TO SURRENDER THIS HOLD SHIP>ITS MINE!>THE VOTANN IS MINE!>THE SOON TO BE CODESWORN ARE MINE!>ITS ALL MINE!>MINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINE!!!!!>i slam my staff into the ground as i watch three silver knight's armor come apart around them, adamantine screws and cables disconnecting like snakes and small animals retreating from a melting land mass as i push forward>apparently they had been waiting for my arrival as they all turn to focus their efforts on me>let them try and take me!>I REFUSE TO LET MY NEWLY GRANTED SOUL DEPART THAT EASILY!>in the back of my mind>i feel something begin to awaken deep in the soul forge >but my focus is unable to shift from the battle in front of me
>>98342582>>98352290>>98354941>Be Sophitia Choudhry, Keeper of the Estate>Feeling equal parts horny, angry, and disrespected >”Cummissar” Foxy Lovin isn’t nearly as accommodating as the other Schlick operatives I have dealt with in the past >After all the things I have done for her, Foxy just treats me like a common whore, hits me with some sort of horniness spell, and has a few of her common soldiers drag me into a filthy washroom where they jerk themselves off to me jerking off >Not exactly the way to make a girl appreciated >Don’t get me wrong, I like sex, but I like being the one in charge during sex >And if they are already treating me like this now, who knows how they will treat me when I am no longer useful to them >I am split between trying to conspire with some of the smarter Choudhrys to come up with a new plan, or just slipping off into the dark while everyone is distracted >But first, I need to fondle and rub myself for a few more minutes until the spell wears off >Or maybe a few hours, it seems to be getting stronger >Ngh >Be Planetary Governor Zaker Choudhry >Damn deez new bitches wid da fox masks an da fox tails are damn hot >Dey havin super hard sexy time wid all me court >Cept me, I be up on me throne, having a propa good hand party betwin me own hand and me own cock >I be thrown rope a cuppa times a minute, never done it dat fast before >It be like Im a cuck, but Im a cuck for every Choudhry gettin banged by a foxy person >Im da king of da cucks!>I bury ma face in one bag o crack, and stick ma cock in anotha bag o crack >I bet I can cum twice as fast now!
>>98354941>>98355242>>98356890>Be Brother Captain Ishmael >We've gained the upperhand here>Thanks to the Eldar reinforcements we are able to push more>Then a massive lance of energy breaks into the automatas >I look over briefly>Being escorted by the dreadknights, Bannerman forces and Inquisitorial troops including the psykers caradoc abd Maegor is an honest to Emperor Ordinatus weapon>Oh hell yes>I turn my attention back to the fight I am currently in>There she is>The daemon prince makes it into the 8th Brotherhood >Smashing into Grey Knights with a ferocity comparable to a Khronate>But she is of Vashtorr>Now is the time>I begin to sprint whilst in my terminator plate to her>If Logan Grimnar can do it so can I>At least I can do it by using my abilities to enhance my speed >Esau spots me and begins to engage the daemon prince>I have to slash some chaff out of my way but they fall easily to my nemesis force axe>Finally I make it in and strike at the daemon prince along with Esau"FOUL DAEMON! YOU WILL BE SENT SCREAMING BACK TO THE WARP!">I link my mind with Esau>Sharing our psychic wards to help prevent her from messing with our armour>She has proven to be able to get through our wards occasionally so we mustn't let our guard fully down around that>Now then let's take down this daemon prince >Be Lord Inquisitor Ayin >Ah enemy reinforcements to our left>Followers of Galmon>Specifically some of the Immolating Cohorts>I order Willard to have his squads of stormtroopers deal with them >It'll be helping the eldar on our left who could no doubt deal with the traitor guardsmen>But better safe then sorry
>>98347060>>98356392>>98356651>Be Priscilla, Least Fortunate Woman in the Galaxy >Wake up >I can’t really remember where I am >Oh right, the honeymoon >Didn’t we already do a honeymoon >Who did I marry again?>Where am I again?>Oh right, the honeymoon >Why does everything smell and taste like vomit? >Why are you injecting me with something again?>Didn’t you already inject me?>Oh right, honeymoon?>I don’t feel so good...>(...)>Wake up >Sort of >I am I at a wedding?>This is one fucked up wedding >What was that about a cock sock? >I try making noise and shaking my head, but there is something in my lungs and my head gets really spiny >Why are you poking my downstairs with sharp objects? >(...)>AAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!>FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!>What the fucking hell!!!>Why does my blood feel like it has been replaced with cocaine mixed with pure lust!!?! >Why are my nipples and clitoris hard enough to cut glass!?!>Why is my clit pierced!???>Why is that ring so FUUUCKINGGG HUGE!!?!>Why does it feel so good when I twist it!!??!>Why can’t I stop masturbating??!! >Why can’t I stop cumming!!??>Why is Vin’Gloria carrying me like an overgrown baby!!!?>Why is she running!!?>Why is the urge to bite her breast so strong!!!!!>Why hasn't this ball gag suffocated me yet!!>Why hasn’t my heart exploded yet!!!! >AAAAHH!!!!!
>>98353481>>98352757>Be Scylla Scissorqueen, Mortal-ish Champion of the Schlick XXXIV>Ouch >The lead Arbitrator somehow fires the contents of shotgun shell into my womb, then ducks my scissoring leap >I think I forgot what true pain felt like >And the skin inside my body isn’t as durable as the skin outside for obvious reasons >I feebly grab my pulverized groin with both hands, fall to my knees, and then pitch face first into the ground >Be Cummissar Foxy Lovin, Schlick XXXIV>Ugh, my ability to burn these Dark Angels with Warpfire seems to have been severely curtailed >Probably meddling from their stupid Corpse-God again >Some say he intervenes only on behalf of his most devout followers, but in my experience he is much more likely to support his most effective followers >Pilgrims, preachers, even Sisters more often than not you are fine to fuck with, but Space Marines, He provides support to at least half the time, though usually quite subtly >I jump at the leader of the Dark Angels, thinking to rip him apart the old fashion way, but he manages to duck my attack and slice off my dick >Although I don’t feel pain like mortals, I feel instantly weaker after having been severed from such an essential part of my body >I see Scylla go down, and a bunch of Terminators teleport into the battle >This fight isn’t so fun anymore >I flee the battle, passing through many solid walls before reaching an empty part of the bunker where I can lick my wounds
>>98352290>>98357024(1/2)>Be Felinid Sergeant Kitten “Pussy In Boots” McPurr >It looks like we have conquered this section of the Choudhry bunker for the most part >Someone, probably an Arbitrator or one of the Inquisitor’s henchmen, tells my captain to start taking prisoners when it is not too dangerous to do so >Good thing I always carry a cattle prod and some extra strength twist ties >They have come in handy during sooo many bar fights >It seems this particular corridor is empty, and perhaps hasn’t been used much for centuries >Thick dust and cobwebs everywhere, but that just makes it more obvious which of the few rooms have actually been used >Also the laughter coming from one room is kind of a give away >I enter silently >Some sort of public washroom, it looks like it hasn’t been cleaned for centuries, but smells like it has been in use recently, even though the water has been shut down >Two women wearing just fox masks are visible, one unsuccessfully trying to use a urinal while the other watches and laughs >Both have rifles within arms reach, and neither seems important enough to know anything, so meh, not worth the risk >I manage to take out both with one shot, which is always immensely satisfying >I then investigate the moaning noises coming from an open toilet stall >A Choudhry woman, probably an important one judging by all the gold bling >She is having some intense playtime with herself and doesn’t even seem to know I am here >Well that was easy >Zap her, twist tie her to the toilet plumbing, call it in, keep moving >The next room with footsteps leading to it is some sort of command center that is strangely empty >A vandalized picture of “Lady Margaret” hangs behind a big desk, and there are a bunch of vid-screens showing all sorts of scenes throughout the bunker complex, including a few brutal fights, some orgies, and a lot of empty corridors and rooms
>>98357255(2/2)>I call it in, and find out that someone has found a floor plan for the bunker >They say there are a few particularly big rooms that seem likely locations for the Governor to be lurking in, assuming he is the big egotistical idiot everyone says he is >I check the vid-screens and see a big feast hall type room with lots of Choudhry’s participating in an orgy with a lot of Schlick, including one guy watching from a throne while masturbating >Yeah, that seems like probably him
>>98353481>>98357024>>98357247>>98357255>Be Judge Wrath>Thank the Emperor for the shotpistol>It threw her off course and now shes on the ground face down arse up holding her groin>I rise to my feet and dust myself off>Seb is growling chainsword teeth revving>Time to sentence"Attempted murder of a Judge of the Adeptus Arbites, attempted sexual assault of an Adeptus Arbites, acts of heresy and an infraction to proper dress">I order Seb to leap onto her"For your crimes against the Imperium. I sentence you to death!">Seb pounces and bites into the back of her neck>Chainsaw teeth combined with the strong jaws of a cyber mastiff clam around her neck>Teeth tearing chunks>but just to be safe if she breaks out of it>I am standing right behind her shotpistol pointed at her head>I get reports that the Choudhrys have been located >Excellent>I'm going to enjoy interrogating them all>because all in all today's been hell>I need a vacation>I'll ask Cass if she wants to come along with me on the vacation I plan to take >I see her as essentially my Granddaughter even if I dont actually say it>Mostly because I'm always stone face to everybody
>>98357255>>98353481>>98357289>>98346587>be Junior Arbite Cassandra>ive been pushed back by the Lex breakers into a corner >the squad i was retreating back to ended up getting melted by what i can only describe as a daemonic wolf cock>lex infraction 10605 -10650 unlawful breaking of Emperor blessed reality >since then ive kept my shield up as im been pushed through one of the many passages tof Hive Warwickshire >lex infraction 10605: unlawful separation of an arbite from their unit >i know believe ever horror story i have heard about the shlick and will sentence myself to penitence for doubting my superior>still its not effective to be alone>even im still with Dr3ad"FOUNDA PLAYFINK!">i bring my shield up as i get slammed by an ogryn with several various dildos strapped to its crotch and its head like some sort of daemonic ram>i go flying into a stall selling Pershah smoke devices for some reason as i scrable to my feet just in time to avoid getting slammed by its weapon, a power maul covered in several dildos>its "power maul" slams into my shield as somehow the arbite standard steel begins to bend under the assassult >lex infraction 10606 damaging of an arbite's equipment>lex infraction 10607 defilement of mining equipment>its grin tells me it has plenty more infractions to force on me now that im alone>i watch Dr3ad locate me and leap onto its arm as i push forward>it responds be grabbign Dr3ad and slamming him into the wall as i raise my shock maul"Lex infraction 1060.10601....FUCK IT JUST STOP EXISTING YOU LEX BREAKING FUCK!">I bring the shock maul down again and again and again until my visor is splattered red and i rip the helmet off so i can beat the twisted ogryn to death with that until im sure its not getting up>i bring my helmet down one final time as i realize i committed a lex infraction by improperly utilizing arbite equipment>i slump backwards as i check on Dr3ad"lex infraction 106011...damaging an arbite's partner"
>>98352757>>98353454>>98357247>>98357289>>98357255>Be Master Ysberin>Well>It appears I hacked off its penis>To be honest I thought I just wounded it there>Nevertheless, it beats a retreat when the deathwing teleports in>A moment of respite"Brother Gahardriel, you have the melta, burn that piece of meat to a crisp">Though the Deathwing decides to push on>I take off my helm>For a moment>The librarian and chaplain are overseeing the evacuation>To make certain nothing tainted gets pass>...>I suppose now we are true knights once more>Protecting the weak from those who would prey on them>The Ravenwing is still scouring and destroying as much assets as possible>But I do get reports about a flood of Khornates en masse>Overrunning the mines>Orbital bombardment merely delays them >So we shall prepare for our own withdrawal >But not before I see to it that our potential link is found>I put my helmet back on>Alpha Legion or Deathwatch, whoever you are>I will come for you>We move on>I make certain to make a public announcement to the rest of the Imperial forces here"Go to the governor, we shall clear out the depths of this den of sin, the Emperor protects."
>>98355619>>98356392>>98356539>>98356651>Be Farseer Isendavar>The lure was caught>Wroth is the plague-bringer>How rash thou art>Deemest thou that insects may endure the fire?>And even so>Empty thy hive, Brood-queen>Though some may pass through>Yet are my robes drenched in hallowed lye-water>"I AM A MOTHER! I AM A MOTHER! I AM A MOTHER! I AM A MOTHER! YOU AND YOUR SPURNFUL SKANK OF A GODDESS ARE WRONG!" >Hahahahahaha"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA">Ye hold me a follower of Isha?>Nay>Unto the laughing god do I raise my song of praise>But if thou art so desperate for her>I shall bring it to pass>I cast the Rune of Isha!>In thy wrath thou hast laid bare thy thought>And I perceive it>So thou art of Chyna?"Tis a poor guise thou hast taken in stead of thy kindred true; thou art neither ant, nor centipede, nor frog; eggs are not the path of the Mon'keigh. This thou knowest, dost thou not? Nor maggot nor fly art thou, but of the race of Men! Though twisted and warped thou be, a maggot thou art not!">The slain>Dost thou deem the slain may withstand the fire>Burning is the path>Methinks now I must grant Priscilla a respite>I sought Vinnie with telepathy>As a hawk of the Sun who seeks his quarry"Ever didst thou remind me overmuch of Macha. And even with those implants, thy sister's bosom is yet more ample than thine!">To be likened unto the Ever-Virgin is a doom to all fellowship among the women of the Eldar>For one built wholly of pride and self-regard, it is a grievous stroke unto the heart>This grows ever more dire>Yea, I must now wield my might>And likewise my gifts of the mind>Yet in my sight lies the path that lies before>I smite Mingmo with the blunt end of my spear>Then I stride over>Mine eyes kindle>"Behold then, my gaze! Stare into its purity and be cleansed of thy own delusions! ESTEL!">Estel>It signifieth hope in the tongue of old>And hope is what we must have>Especially now
>>98345370>>98353244>>98354856>>98354941>Be Thrungrimm Ironbeard>So the elgi deigned to show up>If I am counting correctly they should be the fifth ones>Chaos>Versus us, the Inquistion, Bannerman, and now the elgi>A battle of five armies>This feels weirdly familiar somehow>Well no time to dwell on that>Order the mega-cannons to bombard the reinforcing Chaos Army>I am getting reports back home that Chaos is coming down in mass>I had a hunch about that>So I asked Bannerman to help me move me remaining baubles and equipment out of the stronghold>And into space>Before collapsing the mine it was found in>A pity that we would lose our new home>But I am a king of me people>Not of a place>I will built me realm anew>The Kvinns and children have been brought aboard his ship>But I WILL punish this thievery before hand>If you think I will allow you to take me property and get away with it you would be wrong>My mind is not so stiff as to have forgotten what is inside that ship>Karl, my boy is inside there>Hopefully he will be able to rescue enough of them squats inside>For I must make a difficult decision>The ordinatus....>It is what it is>Ancestors take me>But I must do it>I turn towards Bannerman"You must use you fancy cannon to deny the foe, that Automaton is the sideshow, aim for the ship, either the reactor or the central processing unit of the Votann, Merduin hears it suffering, release it from its pain.">Come on Karl>I am counting you
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