>>98519467

>the green skins only launch a few probing attacks here and there.
>this brings me back to the present, this morning to be exact
>Lil' Tom has just woken me up, saying Commissar Kate wants to see me
>so I get up, get my recaf and my morning carb-bar
>I then make for the Lord Commissar's command tent set up behind the Stormsword
>Lord Commissar Kate gives me the rundown on my recon platoon's orders
>Command wants an Observation Post set up on one of the tall hills a few clicks west of here...
>its Hill 414, it should give us a good view of the area and of the sea to the south of here
>from there we are to send vox reports on green skin activity
>the mission is simple, but risky given we will be somewhat behind enemy lines
>these are the sort of mission "Tom's Roughnecks" live for after all
>I then gather my platoon together at the supply dump
>Tiny Tam included this time as the Inquisitorial psyker she is with has permitted her to go on this mission with us
>not wanting her to push herself, I hand her one of the Recon Las-Carbines and a few Frag Grenades
>Lil' Tom gets the vox unit
>I give Sgt. McPurr the honor of carrying the Magnoculars
>and they are not any standard set either
>they are the big sort that kind of resemble bunny ears and need to be mounted on a tripod
>last of all I order everyone to take extra canteens of water given the heat and humidity
>once we are all kitted up we make our way west, leaving the "relative" safety of our lines behind us
>after crossing a stream we come upon one of the plantations the world is known for
>Tiny Tam asks what sort of trees they are and WHY they have weird pods growing them
>I tell Tam that they are Cocoa Trees and that the pods are used to make chocolate
>I give her the basic run down on how chocolate is made
>At least what I remember from Nana's anyway
>after the plantation, its just jungle...
>from here the local Felinids take lead
>slashing and cutting a path forward to Hill 414...

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>>98519467
>be Magos Fr-Waystation Thur
>head magos of underwater refinement station Central
>or as the meatbags refer to us
>the Sun under water
>this station operates as a self sustaining refinement and production facility for several rare minerals that can be found along the seabed
>as such our units have been outfitted to handle underwater combat and exploration
>we had a mild agreement with the surface dwelling hivers above
>transport of goods offworld for mechanical assistance upon request
>that has since halted since many of them fell to the arch enemy
>and orks
>neither of which are suitable trading partners and thus we have not felt reason to involve ourselves in the ongoing conflicts
>sub menial Terra-66 brings me an alert
"reinforcements have been deployed, requesting skitarii assistance"
>ah yes
>denied
>our skitarii are better suited to protecting the refinery than any actual above ground conflict and if the imperium cannot handle the current conflict i see no reason to risk the optimization of our work
"let not the hand of flesh distract thy tasks even in the call of duties believed" - the writtings of saint Tor-55
>reports continue to flood that the cultists have begun sending exploring vessels to search the seas
>the orks as well
>neither shall interrupt the great work
>i continue my meditations on the great darkness of the ocean that surrounds the miracle of the Omnissiah

>>98519467
>be Tiny Tam
>wake up to the sounds of hissing, bitching, and lasfire
>i almost cry its so nostalgic
>after several months of being trained as a psyker i was given a mission under interrogator Morgan
>mainly to begin a compilation of all data we can gather on the Winter Guard
>i assume because they have been at the front of so many of the unfolding FUBARS that have plagued the sector recently
>but i have a sinking feeling its more than that
>Morgana elected to stay behind with Lord Commissar Kate
>meanwhile myself and Maegor were selected to join the "roughnecks" on their next mission behind enemy lines
>mainly to report on exactly what the orks are doing since they have been strangely secretive
>which is NEVER what you want orks to do
>as we walk i try to make small talk since its been semi awkward since ive come back
>i kept my inquisition robes per Morgana's request so now im getting more side eyes than Chyna
"those are weird trees, wonder what those pods are for"
>i know about Cocoa trees, i grew up on Nordica II for feth's sake
>the only things Felinids do on Nordica is drink hot chocolate and procreate
>i was too young for the later and too poor for the former until i joined the whiteshields
>still i forgot Dad grew up on an Agri-farm
>Carlos McConnell isnt really classified as an Agriworld
>in fact im not sure what it's classified as or how it pays it's tithe
>i was only given a basic data slate aboard the The Well of Humanity and even then i was watched like a ratling in a monastery every time i used it
>the local Felinids seem to enjoy taking the lead
>im not sure how i feel about them being drafted since there seems a strange air about them when they were "recruited" into the Winter Guard
>like relief mixed with concern?
>i dunno
>this seems like the sort of thing an inquisitor's retinue should look for
>Lt Tom elbows me in the side as Dad finishes his story about the farm as i nod
>i hope he didnt realize i wasnt listening that close

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>be Imperial Navy ace pilot Aquila-13
>be the leader of the elite Aquila Squadron, aka the "Yellow Tails"
>we have recently been redeployed here to Pacifica Prime
>just a few days ago in fact
>since then, we have been posted to Aerodrome-03 to provide air defense for Port Mosley
>and just air defense so far
>just a couple sorties to chase down ork scouts
>you could imagine my squadron mates' disappointment at not being put on the offensive
>at not being allowed to hone our skills and provide meaningful contribution to the war effort
>but I do not consider it my place to question my superiors
>Emperor willing, they have reason for their... excessive caution
>and not just mere apprehension
>currently we are resting under the shade of some palms at Aerodrome-03
>we are on alert status, waiting for order to take to the skies once more...
>Aquila-11 is asleep, Aquila-6 & 8 are playing regicide (both betting thrones on the outcome), and Aquila-2 is trying and failing to open a coconut with a machete
>me, I'm just drying off after a swim in the sea...
>can't remember the last time a saw an ocean so clean
>had to have been back home one Erusea-IV
>then the air raid sirens start to blare, interrupting my musing
>we are on our feet and throwing on our flight suits in moments
>we make for our Thunderbolt fighters, repainted blue and with Skystrike missiles under the wings
>I strap myself in, ignite my Thunderbolt's engines, and power up the vox and cogitator
>I take to the sky first being the Squadron lead
>once the rest of the Aquila Squadron has regrouped in formation on me I vox ground control for orders
"Affirmative Aquila Squadron! Port Mosley Auspex Station has detected multiple in bound air contacts in coming from the south west! Move in to intercept over!"
>finally... the damned xenos have made their move!
>I reply back to ground control
"Affirmative, Aquila Squadron moving to intercept boogies! over and out!"

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>>98519719
>>98519467
>>98519750
>be Anne BonClaw
>pirate
>drug lord
>free lance entrepreneur if you prefer
>this world has many wonders to grow in its fertile soils from Cocoa bean plants, recaf plants, sugarcane, and even a few fields of Iho-leaf
>but our fields in the northern islands grow a little different plant
>poppycane
>the juice of these plants numbs the mind and the dried ground root makes you see in slow motion
>ive also heard you can smoke the leaves too
>highly addictive, banned under the guard primer, etc etc
>a few bribes here, a few of my own men in the PDF there
>and we were shipping off world and making some real thrones
>enough to even hire some loose scum to serve as a real force if the governer ever got too uppity about my operations
>including a few xenos that were eager to find some employers who wouldn't shoot them in the face for being filthy xenos
>it was all going great until the fou-king orks and rebels starting bringing the kòd mare nan kou nou
>or noose round our necks ifin you only speak gothic
>my great great great great grann told me stories bout the times when we first were dropped here
>i used to sit by her leg and hear her speak the hoodoo bout it
"timoun si w aprann sèlman yon sèl leson se ke pa gen okenn fòs ki pi gwo pase sa ki nan avarès, pa menm anperè Bondye a" (child if learn only one lesson its that no force is greater than that of greed, not even the God Emperor)
>i took that lesson to heart, learned to escape the whip of the plantations of the hive cities and carve my own path to the stars
>rumors be spreading though
>a lord commissar come looking for felinids
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>>98519970
>most the felinids see joining up the fastest way off world
>its rare to find a felinid on world that has anything nice to say about the hives and those who ruled em
>turns out the bad juju was right since they most went heretic
>which again leaves me in a bad spot
>the upper islands are still full of product and with a lord commissar on patrol aint gonna be too long until they find my fields
>then its the execution block if im lucky
>i muse on my bad luck a little longer as i get a report
>felinids are heading towards that ork shipyard my men have been keeping an eye on
>on one hand alerting them to the gwo kaka they about to step in might win me some favors with the guard and keep their focus away from my fields
>on the other hand there is a rumor the orks have been looking for mercenaries and can pay in looted resources that ARNT their teeth now
>decisions, decisions
>as i muse on it awhile longer i get a report from the spotters on the air field
>the orks and imperials are finally getting into a batay ti kras
>okay? why bother me with this?
>one of my xenos, one of the blue ones, seems pretty angry for some reason and wants to head out there and join the fight
>ugh
>i leave my nice sunning spot as i go to give this Mobi-1 or whoever he is a reminder of who he actually works for
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>>98519750

misspelt "bogey" as "boogie"... fml...

>>98519750
>>98520164

>be Imperial Navy ace pilot Aquila-13, leader of the "Yellow Tails"
>be leading my squadron on a sortie to intercept some incoming bogeys
>as we pass over Port Mosley, we are given more intel from ground control
>the ground based auspex array is showing 6 Large and 4 Small bogeys incoming from the southwest over the sea
>if I were to make and assumption, I would say its 6 bombers and their fighter escorts
>soon enough our own smaller auspex units pick the contacts as well
>as we close in to engagement range my auspex display starts to give a far more detailed read out
>they are ork air craft...
>4 "Dakka-Jets" and 6 "Grot Bombers"
>filthy green skins always make the most hideous aircraft
>I had not fought them before I would question the airworthiness of those flying heaps of scrap metal
>but that matters not...
>the enemy is right before us, and it is our duty to put an end to their misbegotten existence
"This is Aquila-13, tallyho on the bandits! Confirmed contact on xenos bombers and escorts!"
>ground control responds short
"This is ground control... weapons free... engage and destroy xenos bandits!"
>they don't have to tell me twice
>I vox my squadron
"Aquila Squadron engage and destroy the xenos! Aquila-11, 6 and 8 take the bombers! Aquila-2, you and I are going to take care of the escorting fighters! Let's shatter their skies!"
>I get confirmation from all of Squadron mates
>I can tell Aquila-2 is nervous...
>it is his first true air-to-air engagement
>Pershah would have been his first if the Necrons had not suddenly teleported away
"Stay cool with me and stay on my flank when we close-in Aquila-2!"
>he replies
"R-roger sir!"
>I sigh... he is still green
"Remember your training from Erusea-IV and you will make it out alive"
>I can see the ork fighters turning to engage
>now this is where things get interesting...

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>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader
>So after Derby we went our own ways
>I dropped the Squats off at Howgill
>Save for a few
>Who will accompy me for the time being
>After that, we went to Terraustralis
>Shipping some sheep to my favourite deathworld
>Fergus, meanwhile, took his leave
>Going crotalid hunting with his cousin, Governor Bruce McArthain
>With him went the Drookians
>But not before I promoted him to field marshal
>He has promised to muster extra regiments from friendly clans like Crambell, Killagarrie, and McDuck
>I also promoted those abhumans
>From penal legion (though their size is more a batalion) to indentured troops
>Doesn't mean much, but now the collectively get paid one throne a year
>No more corporal punishment either
>The ratlings must now write 2000 word essays about why stealing is harmful to society if they get caught
>Thankfully the IRA landed me the perfect excuse to hang all of the ones outside the Emperor's Forsaken
>When they tried to steal copper wire from the Squats
>Needless to say, distrust between the two has been reignited
>So we sentenced them to death in absentia
>And I had the Necron Scarabs weed out the vents and pipes for good measure
>Now then, Pacifica Prime!
>I brought some special troops for the occasion
>Terrastralian Bushrangers
>For what do you get when you mix Drookians, Praetorians, and the Catachan?
>That's right
>A very violent cocktail
>We land in Hive Singpo
>Well, the troops do
>Terrastralian General Ansell Whitworth will be in command
>I meanwhile, will accompany the nautical navy
>Deep scans have reveal interesting readings in the deeps
>And I have replenished my submarine fleet
>Including my personal exploratory sub
>Captained by one Lemon
>Yes, it is yellow, how did you know?

>>98520621
>Be General Ansell Whitworth
>Croikey
>What a humid shithole
>I love it!
>Reminds me of home
>Been chasin' Orks since I was a nipper of twelve
>Squashin' giant spiders even younger
>Me Catachan genes an' good tucker raised me right proper
>And our King has called us to service
>To flush out some heretics on the northern half of the isle
>Very good
>The Praetorians will fortify the hive
>We and the abhumans will hunt for heretics
>I take look at them
"Oi, you hoofed bastards, get yer arses out in that dodgy terrain an' scout it. Ratlings, crawl up the bloody trees, spot some heretics, an' give 'em a fair dinkum snoipin."
>I love the bush
>Amerigo derived huey-pattern flyers fly ahead
>We go in
>Machete in one hand and Plasma pistol in the other.

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>Be Dracon Vass of the Kabal of The Red Maniacs
>Under the control of Archon Hoyt Volker
>We arrived to this tropical jungle world for a few things
>Standard slaves but also some of the plants here
>There is a plant on this world that makes an extremely potent narcotic called Poppycane
>Hoyt wants it to further spread his influence across Commoragh
>We've set ourselves up a small base on an unnamed island in the Northern sea
>Not very typical of Drukhari raids but we do have to be a bit more careful this time around
>World is on high alert thanks to chaos tainted monkeigh and filthy orks
>So far we've mostly just been raiding the Hive city of St Solomon
>Taking advantage of the chaos of panicking civilians and Imperial Guard moving away from it to go fight the orks
>Though we best get to finding that Poppycane
>Maybe after I slice this man's throat open for pissing me off
>Another slave tries to resist but cannot due to their shackles
"Do you want me to slice your throat open like I did your friend over there! Shut the fuck up!"

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>>98520706
Also where the Drukhari base is, its the big island in the Northern sea but I can move it to one of the other islands if Anne has it occupied already

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>Be Farseer Isendavar
>Whooptedifuckedioo
>My second holiday of the year
>After Smethwick. Roshi and I had to track down Spence and the missus
>Easy enough, I had put a tracking device in Priscilla's drink beforehand
>He also brought along some sect buddies
>Whom I persuaded not to kill me by using trigger phrases from the repository
>Speaking of which
>I decided to clamp down on security
>Only me and Roshi can acces it
>Using some wraithbone I made so anyone else would only get gibberish from it
>And I put several wards around it as well
>And some blackstone pillars from some wrecked Necron tomb for good measure
>I also asked those knockers to keep an eye on it
>So now it is one of the safest places to be outside of the imperial palace or the like
>Hidden in a secret room abroad my ship
>I also may or may not have 'leaked' to the Dark Angels information network that Galmon employs at least one Fallen
>I also brought Spencer a present
>The first was his old power armour
>The second was a space marine strike cruiser
>I had to call in a few favours to obtain it
>And made certain it wasn't Grey Knight or Dark Angel or any of the unforgiven
>He would be caught quite easily
>But for now we are at some villa or the other
>On some small island in the north
>I showed those two around before leaving them in the villa
>I have more important things to do
>Like learning Necron glyphs while relaxing in a hammock
>I make a cocktail float next to me
>Yup, nothing quite like the calm sea

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>>98520706
>Be Dracon Vass of The Red Maniacs
>After my little fun I've decided to start finding some Poppycane
>To keep a somewhat low profile myself and 20 Kabalite warriors have got onto our reaver jet bikes
>Raiders and Ravagers would bring too much attention especially from the Monkeigh and Orks air forces
>Best to avoid the Sea Forts
>Too fortified for Reaver jetbikes
>instead we'll head south avoiding the island with St Solomon on it
>I get a call from Hoyt
"Vass, I'll be coming down to inspect the merchandise in a few hours. I'll be bringing my boys with me understood?"
"Yes boss, we're currently hunting down some Poppycane. We have a few slaves back at our base along with a webway gate we set up."
"Good, see you soon"
>He hangs up just as we reach one of the islands
>Alright time to get searching
>Maybe snag us a few slaves if anyone lives on this island
>Or just kill them
>Either or works for me
>I am feeling a bit unhinged today
>And a bit concerned about disappointing Hoyt
>I made him angry several months ago after failing to repel a Rak’Gol attack whilst we were raiding a Monkeigh ship in the Koronus Expanse
>Lost alot of kabalites and some of Hoyt's own Incubi
>I was only just able to escape being sent to the Homunculi covens because we still got the cargo and some slaves
>Even captured one Rak’Gol
>Putting that aside we begin to search
>Finding some Poppycane and snatching it up for use in our own narcotics
>Usually we'd get slaves to do this but once again
>We need to keep a relatively low profile

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>be me
>da red mek
>after last orkmas me telly-porta mukked up and sent me on many wild an inressin adventures
>that i will not be talkin bout e're
>orks is bout livin' in da moment
>and i iz da fastest dinking ork dere is
>me n me mang'os (me mekboyz)
>been given a job by our new warbozz
>lotta water on dis world
>orks aint good at swiming
>so we needs boats
>din is, some da spikey gitz i been practizing ma "sevit-ork-zation" on been screaming derez some red gitz round 'ere
>aint seen em tho
>so me mekpartz been tinking
>dez gotta be were orkz n spikey gitz aint
>under da water
>hense why my boyz is hard at work at diz shipyard we built
>warbozz said we'z gonna ambush da humies main base
>he'z a sneaky boy dat bozz
>so iz building hiz "steath boats"
>but my boyz is also hard at work building a craft dat can go UNDER da water
>even sneakier
>and if we find some red gits to steal dere dakka and loot from?
>den datz just a happy little accident
>me servo-squig starts spinning around an smokin
>wot
>its supposed to only spin and shoot dakka in randum directions
>its in radark mode
>i stand up
"WE GOTZ VISTORS!"
>i look to da komando bozz whose acting as our escork
"deal wif em, we need more time to get da submarorks ready"
>for da quest for dakka

>>98520621
>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader
>Cruising upon the high seas
>Aquatic Commodore Morgan has assured me that any threats will be sunk quickly and quitely
>Very good
>With the land forces moving to engage the heretics I can divert attention to matters else where.
"Have my underwater exploratory vehicle made ready for use."
>While scans of the planet already indicated that there were strange structeres on this planet
>I have the sneaking suspicion that there might be more
>Especially under the oceans
>HMS Drebbel has been made ready
>Submarines are funny little things
>Capable of storing missiles, blowing up ships unseen and sneaking past blockades
>But in this case, we'll be going on a expedition to the depths of the ocean
>Me and several divers will accompany the regular crew
>As well as some menials, archaeologists, and marine biologists.

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>>98520639
>Be Sargent Packmaster Rùoshuǐ (formerly known as “Meat Shield”) of Lord Bannerman's Emperor's Forsaken
>now no longer a penal legion
>offically, i believe we had been promised to get paid when we first left chyna secundus but at least we're not disembarked in chains anymore
>i healed from my gutshot last deployment
>or rather i "healed enough that i can stop wasting my time on a furry mutant like yourself, get the hell out of my bloody apothicarium"
>rather we been deployed with the Drookians and the Catachan
>bilby is in a foul mood since "evidence" that the IRA stole from the squats as meant she no longer can rely on her bearded prince to act as a shield between us and the Lord Rogue Trader
>she did a surprisingly good job leading the mission after i was injured all things considered
>so i appreciate the effort if nothing else
>that said this deployment isnt really our strong suit
>most of our deployments were to an urban sprawl
>we be better off defending or raiding the hives
>still the scum of the Emperor's forsakken knows our place is wherever we get sent
"Oi, you hoofed bastards, get yer arses out in that dodgy terrain an' scout it. Ratlings, crawl up the bloody trees, spot some heretics, an' give 'em a fair dinkum snoipin."
>i nod as i bleat out a few orders
>the ratlings bitch under their breath but the hop on the ogryn to give them a boost
>the long shanks hang back as the nightstriders sneak forward using the forest to their advantage
>the canopy offers them better visibility than you expect since most of our deployments
>and as always beastmen push through the jungle as we scout ahead
>we need a proper showing if nothing else that we can still be useful
>rumors are that since the ratlings have been religated to their own transport ship in the Lord Rogue Trader's fleet that we might be divided up by species soon
>i do what i can to quill these rumors but im not so sure myself
>hense why we need to prove we work well together as a unit

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>>98521489
>>98519611
>be Magos Fr-Waystation Thur
>reports of an unidentified subvessel in our sea space
>access denied
>several sea skitarii are deployed to the either side of the vessel as a over ride code of the machine spirit is sent
"you enter the holy sea space of the adeptus mechanicus. you shall identify and return to the surface. Let not the holy dark be breached"
>the last word is repeated by the tech priests around me.
>the last words of Saint Tor-55 before he took the path of sacred ignorance and led a procession out the airlock and let the pressure of the sea silence his understanding of the machine sun
>the workings of the powersource of the refinement station are not ours to understand
>its preputial motion has powered the station since it was discovered and restored to full operations
>it is why only the most pious souls are allowed to work aboard this station in the dark, only those pure of steel spirit can endure the doubts and madness that seek to press around us and remain steadfast in only the knowledge of one's singular task
>this yellow submarine shall reveal who dares breach our sacred dark
>and if they cannot be turned back
>we shall deal with them personally

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>>98520831
>be Anne BonClaw
>im in the middle of reminding this Mobi-tau who he works for when another runner runs in
>maldwa koze!
"KISA KOUNYE A?!?"
>she shrinks back then stammers up
"n ap gen gwo pwoblèm, zòrèy pal yo ap vini bò youn nan fèm nou yo"
>pale ears?
>what are the dark eldar doing here?
>i sigh
"you will be allowed to fly, but first we must deal with the threat to our production. escort me to the island"
>i COULD just have my tau fighters intercept these pale ears
>but that would reveal my hand too early
>and id have no guarantee they come back rather than percue whatever grudge they seem to have with those imperium fighters
>rather id have a strong arm in negotiations
>the dark eldar are fans of drugs correct?
>well i have alot of drugs i need to sell very quickly before anyone finds out i have them
>im not so dumb as to trust them of course
>but the only thing the dark eldar hate more than the rest of us?
>is the dark eldar above them
>i know relegated grunt work when i see it
>why not see if i can "convince" my new guest
>that this might be a golden chance for them to rise up whatever slick ladder they have trying to climb
>gram always said "never waste a chance for good friends. the closer you are the easier it is to slip a knife into their side"
>its just good biznis
>>98520709
anne's base is the island above st solomon
but the poppycane grows on all the islands up and around the sea forts since they are considered too small to be used for the mass farming of other crops
the farms vary in size and production of the various drugs happens at the main island base of Sartos
several small islands make roughly the same crop as if it was one of the larger islands without the risk of being obviously seen

>>98520831
>>98521651
>Be Dracon Vass
>Taking Poppycane and loading it up into sacks
>So far so good in terms of getting the crops
>I do want to be slaughtering something though
>Or smoking some of this stuff see what Hoyt is raving about
>Theres alot here
>Too much for a bunch of guys on jetbikes to take
>Get on the phone
"Get a Raider over here, cant carry all this shit by ourselves"
>One of my boys acting as a lookout informs us that theres a small fleet heading towards the island
>Locals, probably pissed we're taking their stuff
>Alright Vass play it cool for now
>I hang up after the order is sent and look over to our newly approaching Monkeigh
>Looking through some binoculars
>Oh right forgot the local populace is made up of cat people
>Well the cat fuckers in Commoragh are going to be happy thats for sure
>Might get myself one
>Would it be considered Beastiality?
>Yes but we're Drukhari
>Nothing is off the table in the grand scheme of things
>Perhaps Hoyt will appreciate the gift of a cat monkeigh slave

Noted thanks for the heads up regarding where the fields are and Anne's base

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>>98520621
>>98521531
>Be Wu Baoyu, foreman and driver of sentinel powerlifter Tiankui
>Once again we are at maximum work load
>Lord Bannerman had us load up his underwater exploratory vehicles for use on the current Planet
>I read the reports of it and what we'd be loading up
>At times I envy Rùoshuǐ
>I know her and the rest of her regiment have to deal with the worst end of things but the planet is a tropical paradise
>At least from reports
>Ah it'd be nice to have a break on a beach with her
>Or fighting side by side in my Sentinel like we did on Chyna
>I have heard rumours of the Emperor's Forsaken being split up by Abhuman classification ever since the IRA incident
>I hope to The Jade Emperor that this isnt the case
>I'm not sure how much sway I necessarily have to keep us together
>But I will not let us be torn away from each other
>Especially as I saved up enough money for a ring recently
>I plan on surprising her when she gets back
>Or on the battlefield should more men be called down

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>>98521483
>>98519719
>>98519467
>be Lil Tom
>as Lt Tom and Tam reconnect i decide to scout ahead a bit
>keep an eye on our "new recruits"
>they speak in some deep ascent and use strange words
>juju, hoodoo, imperyòm,
>all very strange
>that said im getting along well enough with them since a large number of them are underhanded
>ive even picked up a few bits of their slang
>enough to know when they mutter the words "gwo bèt vèt", i know it means we found signs of greenskins
>i whistle low and everyone goes low and silent
>the leaves rustle as we ready for worst case senarios
>i look left
>nothing but jungle
>i look right
>nothing but jungle
>i look left
>nothing but jungle
>i look right
>kommando painted to look like jungle
>i duck as he swings a knife the size of my arm trying to spill my organs as two of the new roughnecks in front go down
"AMBUSH!"
>im not the same kit i was on Chyna Secundus
>i dont duck for no reason
>i use my lasgun to tank the blade as i take my side arm and fire up into his face
>i have to empty my clip before he stopps thrashing
>i spot a squig painted green carrying several of the orks prefered explosives in its giant maw
>a blast of heat from the human psyker with tam makes it deflate like a pierced water skin as i grab the nearest roughneck and duck as the explosive's fuze runs out
>its hard to think with the ringing in my hears but its clear we lost the element of surprise

>>98521489
>>98521531
>>98521587
>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader
>In the town
>Where I was born
>Lived a man
>Who sailed to sea
>Blublublublub
>The sea is curiosity
>Then the sub stops
>"you enter the holy sea space of the adeptus mechanicus. you shall identify and return to the surface. Let not the holy dark be breached"
>Ah, well
>Time to make something up
>They try to take control of my sub but the Squat rune-programming rejects the override code
"This is the exploratory undersea vessel of the Rogue Trader House Ponsonby-Bannerman, we are searching for wreckage belong to our house, for we, as its rightful owners, are entitled to salvage whatever cargo is still abroad such ships."
>Then I order the ship to begin surfacing
"We do profusely apologize for having intruded into your territorial waters without first asking for permission. We shall act accordingly and withdraw both our submarines and surface vessels to a place outside of your waters."
>With that, the submarine surfaces
>And is drawn abroad the nautical ship HMS Audacious
>Well, that could have gone better
>And worse
>I wonder how the zoo is doing
>Apparantly their pissing themself about me breaking up their unit
>Bunch of bunkum
>I only gave the ratlings their own transports to keep them out of the hands of the Red Hand
>Aside from that, mrs Ruoshui has the liberty to run her unit as she sees fits
>Mostly because I can't be bothered
>Aside from enforcing discipline along Praetorian standarts she can do whatever, I don't care
>They're a finite unit anyway, forbidden from recruiting without permission
>Anyway, we shall steam on, rudders turning
>We shall use the sonar a few hundred miles of two hundred away from the borders of this Mechanicus base
>I want my salvage, and I want my look at the ruins
>And nothing will keep that from me

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>be Sir Duke Wenceslaus I
>honorable freeblade knight
>this a blessed day indeed to find enemies of the God Emperor
>having bested the enemy during Candlemass i realized that every night but Candlemass the world is rather
>peaceful
>so with a joyful heart i took my loyal Paige Pius II and set out into the sector offering my service to any cause that needed a loyal son of the imperium
>sadly each time we would arrive at a world the conflict was already ended
>our arrival to the world of Chyna Secundus was calm as its waters
>our timely crusade to Pershah Gulf was too late to offer aide
>and our attempted push to Smethwick's end was halted by an inquisitional blockade
>such is the struggle of a loyal knight with no battle group to hoist his banner
>but fortune was finally with us as we arrived at a world overrun with traitors and orks
>as we deployed the drop pod i requested we be dropped near Hive Jakarva
>with orks and traitors on both sides there be only an honorable slaughter reaped as we brought death to both sides of the conflict
>but sadly the mind of the peasant who operated the deployment pod was unable to hear me correctly and we were deployed to Port Mosley instead
>i shall see to it that he only receives one portion second dinner instead of the usual feasts i give to my loyal Ascetic followers

>be Paige Pius II
>oh god emperor
>why do you hate me so?
>is it because i keep making love to your sisters of battle?
>because i could give up being a lesbian if it meant i didn't have to keep following my lord around into his suicidal service
>you know ive given up my dream of becoming more than a armiger pilot
>i had to tell the serf to change the deployment location just so we would actually have support this time
>i'd give it all up if you just convince my lord to stop chasing his frankly childish ideal of chivalry, that a knight can never be defeated
>women, gambling, drin..
>...
>women and gambling for sure
"HITER PAIGE AND STAND BY ME"
>fuck mine life

>>98521651
>>98521941
>be Anne Bonclaw
>our little negotiation party arrives to find the few farmers we had tending these fields now removed of their heads
>or skinned alive
>typical pale ear nonsense, waste of good slave power
>if you have the slaves who cut and harvest the crop you wouldnt need to do it yourselves
>i have one of the captured Gadyen traditè, we caught trying to steal poppycane, fly a white flag of negotiation
"make it all the way across to the pale ears, and you're free to go"
>as expected one of them shoots him
>in the thigh first then a spike round through the throat so he can die slower
>well i didn't lie, he's free to go
>they dont have enough men to kill all my mercenaries and i have plenty of expendable meat shields to send over until they get curious
>already the negotiations have begun
>i have proven i have prey i can freely waste and i dont mind their cruelty
>they have proven they can kill from a distance and are especially brutal even for dark eldar
>i have proven i know why they are here for my poppycane since if i wasn't i wouldn't have set up my little encampment outside the farming zone
>they have proven they want it or they would be tearing through it with those bikes of theirs to capture more choice targets
>the push and pull of silent negotiation, ah it makes me shutter with delight
>im not an idiot, i know trusting the dark eldar is barely a step above joining hands with the Traditè
>but im not a big player in this fight, id rather make a profit than enemies
>and wasting hard earned poppycane with blood and combat would leave a bad taste on my tongue
>so im content to play this game until whoever is in charge comes to sate their curiosity
>plus my tau fliers are in the wings waiting to shoot down what reinforcements they bring in to steal my product
>my kroot, On'aka, pushs another traitor to the front as we hand her another white flag
"make it all the way across to the pale ears, and you're free to go"

>>98522213

>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy", leader of "Tom's Roughneck's"
>be ascending up Hill 414 with my platoon
>I'm mulling over the ork's inactivity when i hear Lil' Tom yell
"AMBUSH!"
>I watch as Lil' Tom dodges a swing from a ork Kommando and then dump an entire charge pack into it
>its all helter skelter from there
>we lose our two point-men from 4th squad
>and then a bomb-squig charges us...
>I take cover behind a tree and gun down a pair of ork shoota boyz firing in my direction with my Recon Las-carbine
>can't tell if they were aiming for me or not...
>their aim is that shit
>I use the last of my charge pack to down one ork charging me with an oversized axe
>I survey the fire fight around me
>flame trooper Stacy is dowsing the jungle in burning promethium
>laughing while doing so... as usual...
>Sgt.McPurr.... she just decapitated an ork in melee
>Lil' Tom returning fire...
>the Inquisitorial Pskyer is torching the orks with warp fire
>and Tiny Tam is holding her own
>in short, the orks haven't overwhelmed us yet...
>yet..
>I need to gut us unstuck or this mission is a bust at best...
>at worse, we will be picked off one by one
>well time to take charge...
>I yell to my nephew and Tiny Tam
"Little Tom huck some nades at our right flank! Tam, put your training to good work!"
>I then vox 2nd and 3rd squad
"2nd Squad flank high, 3rd Sqaud flank low on my mark!"
>I pray to the throne this counter charge works...

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>>98522251
>>98521587
>be Magos Fr-Waystation Thur
"This is the exploratory undersea vessel of the Rogue Trader House Ponsonby-Bannerman, we are searching for wreckage belong to our house, for we, as its rightful owners, are entitled to salvage whatever cargo is still abroad such ships."
>the offending machines retreats with a final message
"We do profusely apologize for having intruded into your territorial waters without first asking for permission. We shall act accordingly and withdraw both our submarines and surface vessels to a place outside of your waters."
>ah that explains much
>rogue traders
>a detestable lot
>"do not long for the alure of freedom of choice for with such temptations the shadow is never truly seperated" - Saint Tor-55
>rogue traders are given far too much freedom
>with it they always become warped with heresy excused away by the writ they carry
>bah at least the threat is passed
>as i prepare to recommence with the 11 hour durge of refocus Terra-66 signals in holy binary
"speak the holy voice of binaric sister"
"honorable magos the machine the rogue trader used did not respond the the litany of override "be warry of the slow corruption of purpose for laxity and excuse is the opening of the gate""
>Polarus 44 raises binaric signatures of continence
"it is not our concern to judge the will of the machine, especially if the offender retreated. "Judge not the machine like you are its equal for it is of a higher purity than you can ever achieve in its completed cycle""
>both fine points
>Terra 66 continues her alert
"but the the litanty preforming servoskull reported that it could not connect to the offending machine not that the machine refused the litany "fear no error greater than the 404 for that which is not found can never be regained""
>a surge of theoritical binaric floods the noosphere at her reveal, a machine that could not connect to the litany could have many causes, none of them good
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>>98524271
>heretical machine spirits, unreported archeotech, or the greatest sin of all
>xeno technicaligocal mingling
>i send an alert through the noosphere silencing all discussion
"Sister Terra 66, replay the machine spirits refusal, we shall all inspect its programing refusal. "LET NOT THE HOLY DARK BE BREACHED""
"LET NOT THE HOLY DARK BE BREACHED"
>the servoskull aided by holy candles of incense begins to replay each line of its logged messages
>the litany of admin override is sent
>a flood responds
ᚹᚺᚨᛏ᛫ᛏᚺᛖ᛫ᚠᚢᚲᚴ᛫ᛞᛁᛞ᛫ᚤᛟᚢ᛫ᛃᚢᛊᛏ᛫ᚠᚢᚲᚴᛁᚭᚷ᛫ᛊᚨᚤ᛫ᚨᚾᛟᚢᛏ᛫ᛗᛖ,᛫ᚤᛟᚢ᛫ᛚᛁᛏᛏᛚᛖ᛫ᚾᛁᛏᚲᚺ?᛫ᛁ'ᛚᛚ᛫ᚺᚨᛋᛖ᛫ᚤᛟᚢ᛫ᚴᚭᛟᚹ᛫ᛁ᛫ᚷᚱᚨᛞᚢᚨᛏᛖᛞ᛫ᛏᛟᛈ᛫ᛟᚠ᛫ᛗᚤ᛫ᚲᛚᚨᛊᛊ᛫ᛁᚭ᛫ᛏᚺᛖ᛫ᚭᚨᛋᚤ᛫ᛊᛖᚨᛚᛊ,᛫ᚨᚭᛞ᛫ᛁ'ᛋᛖ᛫ᚾᛖᛖᚭ᛫ᛁᚭᛋᛟᛚᛋᛖᛞ᛫ᛁᚭ᛫ᚭᚢᛗᛖᚱᛟᚢᛊ᛫ᛊᛖᚲᚱᛖᛏ᛫ᚱᚨᛁᛞᛊ᛫ᛟᚭ᛫ᚨᛚ-ᚳᚢᚨᛖᛞᚨ,᛫ᚨᚭᛞ᛫ᛁ᛫ᚺᚨᛋᛖ᛫ᛟᛋᛖᚱ᛫300᛫ᚲᛟᚭᚠᛁᚱᛗᛖᛞ᛫ᚴᛁᛚᛚᛊ.
>a surge of binaric horror floods the covent
>binary of the mutant, the impure, the most unworthy inheritors of the form of flesh
>so far from man they are to be considered xenos
>the unholy tongue of rune binary
>labeled as heresy under the convent of holy mars after the extinction of the species Homo sapiens rotundus
>i jolt upright as i use my full holy authority to silence the servo skull
>a whole 1.4 seconds have passed since we began our meeting and almost double that is taken in stunned horrified silence at what we have uncovered
>i order the Skitarii Aquis to double their patrols and order the rites of awakening to be sent to the refitted Thllax units
>whatever this heretical rogue trader wishes to find, we shall find it first and purge not only it from our sacred dark
>but him as well
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>>98520374

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EWf6ZE5zGyg

>be Imperial Navy ace pilot Aquila-13, leader of the "Yellow Tails"
>be leading my squadron in an engagement against a flight of ork bombers and their escorts
>Aquila-2 and I are moving to engage the ork fighters, while the rest of the squadron handle the bombers
>I decide to handle the ork fighters with missiles first
"Aquila-2 switch to Skystrike missiles"
"Roger sir! switching to missiles!"
>he is still nervous... I can hear it
>I switch to my own missiles and lock onto one of the "Dakka-Jets" with the targeting cogitator
>once locked on I fire off one of my Skystrike missiles
"Aquila-13, Fox-3!"
>then I hear Aquila-2
"Aquila-2, Fox-3!"
>I watch as both our missile streak towards their targets...
>the orks to their credit attempt to evade... but fail in the end
>both our missiles hit their mark
>that is makes my 82nd kill, and Aquila-2's 1st air to air kills
>I hear him!
"Holy Throne did you see that sir!"
>but now is not the time to be distracted by celebration
>the last two Dakka-jets have closed into gun range
>the ork fighter ahead of me fires too soon, his shells arching bellow my flight path
>I don't make that mistake
>I calculate lead with my Thunderbolt's targeting cogitator and fire a burst from my autocannons
>the APHE shells rip into the Dakka-Jet's fuselage, sending down to the sea bellow in flames
>kill number 83
>Aquila-2 is not so fortunate...
>the kid has to roll right to avoid getting shredded by ork's own autocannon fire
>swing around left to peruse...
>where did that honor less green skin bastard go?

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>be Kronerberg "The Deranged", loyal scion and Lord Galmon's greatest warp sorcerer
>be on one Pacifica Prime's many islands in the north...
>no... I'm not leading my armies
>I left that duty to one of my trusted officers, a traitor guard general and fellow Tzeench devote
>for my self... I am here looking for the artifact...
>the "Lamp of Souls" as the whispers call it
>a most powerful warp artifact built by the long dead civilization that once called this world home
>my retinue and I are currently searching the overgrown ruins for it
>the whispers say I will find what I'm looking for here...
>but they are being most vague...
>they won't tell me where I will find it exactly
>one of my escorting Cohort Troopers ask what we will do if the loyalists or xenos interrupt our little expedition
>laugh at him, then the rest of my retinue does
>even the whispers find his... paranoia amusing
>no.... we are quite alone here
>we have already slaughtered the corpse worshipping narcotics runners that call this island home
>the whispers and I are surprised they had not given themselves over to Slaanesh yet
>but no matter
>IF they Imperials and or xenos do come interloping, I do have an ace in the hole...
>that being the Submersible Mass Carrier that brought us here
>I do believe the most wonderfully insane captain calls it the "SCINFAXI"
>as we search this island it is lurking in the depths of the coast of this island
>waiting for my signal for it to resurface or to launch its most devastating payload of weapons upon our enemies
>now...
>back to some archaeology!
>my Lord Galmon will be most pleased when I return with the "Lamp of Souls"

>>98521941
>>98523962
>Be Dracon Vass
>I wipe my bloody hand against the splinter rifle
>That was fun watching that monkeigh suffocate on his blood after being shot by the splinter rifle
>But I suppose we'd best let this new white flag carrier get closer
>We stop what we are doing and she approaches extremely nervously
"Why are you here monkeigh. Bit stupid carrying a white flag over to us no?"
>she panics and speaks
"I was told I'd be free by the local drug lord if I made it to you. She wants to talk"
>hmm alright I'll bite
>But the monkeigh is wrong about us letting him go free
"Give him a reward guys. I'll go see what the locals want. You come with me"
>I get on my jetbike as does the kabalite I told to come with
>Meanwhile the new victim starts screaming as my boys restrain her
>Hogtieing her up to throw on the Raider when it gets here
>The two of us arrive and I spot the boss of this local drug cartel
>Seems shes got some Mercenaries with her
>Tau and Kroot
>Oh man the Tau debacle several years ago was funny as hell
>Why yes we will help just send some delegates
>Ah the Homunculi had fun with that
"Hey Monkeigh, I'm here to see what you want. We got your second messenger"
>I stay on my jetbike
>Not letting any of these primitives steal my ride

>>98524758
>>98523962
>be Anne Bonclaw
>watch as the second flag carrier actually makes it to the pale ears before she gets torn to pieces
>technically I let her go
>the pale ears didnt
"Hey Monkeigh, I'm here to see what you want. We got your second messenger"
>i look the rider over
>firey, hot tempered, sadistic
>perfect
"lovely day isnt it"
>i lounge back as i hold my hand out to On'aka
"Berikansa Herba"
>a tanned dirty bottle filled with a milky liquid is passed forward
"thirsty? a little drink to wet the pallet of my own design, took my people centuries to refine, when we were left here the hivers used our people as byen mèb...chattel, many chose to end their lives drinking the pure liquid straight from the poppycane. it would let the moment of death drag out over a life time in their mind."
>i snap my fingers and another traitor is brought out
"took me only most of my youth to find a way to make the process less fatal."
>one of the kroot makes him drink a swig
>i take the knife from my belt
"you are not the first pale ear to come here, poppycane draws your kind. One came before, tried to make me a pet, he tought he tamed me when he took my leg. i took his head. after i flayed him alive and drowned him in his own product."
>i gesture to the dark eldar blade as i turn it over in my hand before stabbing the traitor
"imagine being able to feed on your prey's fear for a century each time you cut them fatally....sounds like quite the atikan ki pwofi for your kind."
>i hand the blade to him to test for himself and see how long he can draw out a final breath
"if your master comes and finds out im sure he will be quite impressed, might earn you some favor with him like the lap dog you are...."
>i purr slowly
"or....imagine what you could do with it. i imagine you'd rise quite high without someone else stealing your labors from you."