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>Be 3rd Company Commander Axum of the Covenant of Fire
>as we exit the warp over Pershah Gulf i feel a weight in my stomach
>the chapter master is on death's door
>the Nordica Campaign continues to take my brothers lives one after another
>the Chief Librarian has ordered all companies of the chapter to assemble on Pershah Gulf
>save mine
>i was ordered directly to arrive for talks with Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman
>a man i have a complicated history with
>the matter of our schism was reportedly resolved with the dismissal of Aftse to the deathwatch
>but yet time and time again his focus has been to claim rather than to defend
>such is the way of Rogue Traders i suppose
>but what the Chief Librarian has proposed?
>i find myself with a bitter taste on my tongue
>that being the establishment of a new Fortress Monastery and recruitment world on Pershah Gulf
>i can see the logic to it, the forge of Vulkan is in full operation
>already new weapons are being crafted with forges that have the ability to restore old equipment to full effectiveness, not to mention the trove of relics left behind from the heresy
>some of which have been brought as gifts
>or would bribes be a better term?
>reports are that the other Rogue Trader's ship is orbit as well
>Emperor your favor runnith over
>as we make planet fall at the established imperial line at Samar where the Rogue Trader is, i read reports of the imperial forces on world
>the felinid Sargent is here
>as well as his daughter whom he was separated from on Pershah Gulf
>a small comfort to warm my otherwise weighted hearts
>i have yet to give him his gift i forged in the forge of Vulkan
>i rejoin both First Forgemaster Mandé and Chief Librarian Lebe Ashkeeper as i bow to both
"Chief Lib-"
"Acting Chapter Master"
>...
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>>98781509
"ACTING Chapter Master Lebe, 3rd Company Commander Axum reporting."
>Mandé snorts as he rests a hand on my pauldron
"did you not bring Ta'Shawn? id like to see how my pupil is doing"
>ah
>i had forgotten that Mandé was not aware of Ta'Shawns changes
>but how does one approach such a thing as self lobotomy in favor of cold logic?
"he...is handling affairs back on Pershah Gulf, personally inspecting each tech priest called in to aid in the machines that operate the forges and operating tech rites"
"HA! id be hard pressed to be removed from such a wonderous place myself, i cannot find fault in his eagerness."
>i simply nod as i look to Lebe
"i brought what was requested."
>he smiles but i see no warmth in it, just self assurance
"good, we three will personally handle negotiations to the Lord Rogue Trader, i have sent word to the Lady Marie de Antoi'nette Clouseau Poirot de Nicolett as well"
"may i request why?"
"you will learn why during the negotiations, for now Lord Bannerman is attempting to purge his troops of corruption so we shall join him"
"yes chi-ACTING Chapter Master."
>Mandé holds me back a moment as Lebe turns back to first company
"a moment."
"yes first forgemaster?"
"i saw that felinid you spoke of"
"Sargent Thomas? he is well then?"
"he is better than well...he is skilled and honorable, things we shall soon need"
"for what? Mandé?"
"for what is to come...there are doubts in my mind that the dark angels were the true enemy we faced on that sea fort."
"but their sudden retreat from the world?"
"they are cold and callous, but i was there overlooking their lander before the Chapter Master was shot. They were as shocked as we..."
>this is grim news
"traitors within the dark angels then?"
"...likely, but i do not think they worked alone"
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>>98781517
>it clicks as i tense my fist
"Brother. this is a heavy accusation."
"there IS no accusation...not yet...nor do i suspect we will find one. The hand of the inquisition is smothering it is so close, any attempt will bring far greater cost than gain, Axum'Kaleb"
>i silently process all this then nod
"why do you tell me these things then?"
"because you more than any other Company Commander of the Covenant of Fire show the geneseed of Vulkan. You see the greatness in the lowest guardsman better than any acting commander and mourn the loss of any brother heavier than you tactically should. You share his strengths and weaknesses, so i know you can be trusted with this."
>i breathe in then out
"we should get back to the Chief Librarian then."
>Mandé laughs as we move to rejoin first company as they march through the jungle
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excited to finish pacifica prime and set up the next world
i have a few plot threads im going to set up for the covenant of fire but im excited to see how things play out for the orks and remaining flayed crons as imperial purges finish up

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>be Lord Galmon, chaos war lord, Lord of the Scions of Galmon
>be aboard my flagship, the "Host of Damnation"
>my fleet lurks in uncharted space of the Nordica Sector
>more importantly, be inside my startegium
>I am gazing upon a hololithic map of the sector
>holographic image bathing the chamber in red light
>I am now considering my next course of action
>though I would have preferred Pacifica Prime to be conquered...
>Kornerberg has done as promised and brought me the "Lamp of Souls", a most powerful warp powered artefact
>it sits safely in my vault in my personal chambers
>but there is more good news...
>my Scion Mingmo reports that Ganges-III has fallen to our rule
>the unwashed masses giving themselves over the "Plague Father"
>I can now field a great many Nurglite Cohorts...
>yes... the "Pestilent Cohorts" have a nice ring to it...
>these Cohorts from Ganges-III shall bear that name...
>but on other matters...
>namely Sevenboroughs, a knight world
>I have had my eyes set on it for some time now
>it will be a most difficult world to take
>made more so by, the Loyalists ability respond quickly to our uprisings
>this quick response has cost us on Chyna Secundus and Pershah Gulf....
>they can only do this as they have control over the void and warp routes
>and just know how to rob them of this advantage
>I turn to the vox-slave...
"Slave! Summon my Scions! It is time for a war council!"
>he bows and whimpers
"w-which ones most my most b-beneficent lord?"
>what a stupid question
"All of them!"

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>be Sargent Packmaster Rùoshuǐ (formerly Meatshield)
>accused of the crime of heresy and weakness unbecoming a member of the imperial guard regimental standards
>its a step above penal legionary status, if the Emperor's Forsaken was still labeled as such we be executed by now
>instead we are forced to kneel before a statue of the Jade Emperor as the ship confessor whips our backs with an electroflail
>this has been going on for hours now
>with no psyhic trusted to preform an inspection of our souls we have been tasked to remain in detention until such time as the Lord Rogue Trader decides what to do with us
>most of the squats have said nothing but Karl seemed extra perturbed by the disappearance of Bilby
>so much so he personally requested the right to go after her and the escaped ratlings
>i...
>i never expected she actually desert after everything we went through
>another failure on my part to lead
>i take another snap on my back as i keep my head down repeated what few prayers i know
玉皇大帝,我是废物,请让我为你的帝国的利益而死。我不配让我的名字被记录。如果您认为我这不纯、不成功的灵魂值得获得本不该有的宽恕,请让我投胎成为更配得上您光辉的存在。
>i breathe in and out
>my mind wanders to all the Emperor's Forsaken
>most of the units would be spared if im found guilty
>the ogryn, nightstalkers, longshanks, etc
>only the beastmen and ratlings are under scrutiny
>mainly because i failed to account for an ambush against such a powerful enemy
...
>a surge of angry hot emotion i can't name floods my mind at the thought of that bitch
>i bite my cheek hard enough to taste copper to reset my mind before the confessor notices
>and i begin my prayers again

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>>98781643
>be Bilby Bagend
>former Emperor's Forsakken
>now deserter scum
>nae that it matters
>ratlings never last long under any sort of trial and i know the Lord Rogue Trader would be happy to do away with me as much as his pack of apes would be
>i spoke to the ratlings about finding a pirate lord to work under but the truth is that was more for their benefit
>i know this is my last stop
>no way out this time
>so before im killed either by the red coated arseholes or by rope im gonnae complete one last mission
>kill that Amazonian schlick slag
>hense my absence from the trial
>and why Karl's squats have been trailing mae for the last few hours
>it wasn't hard to pick up the trail of the Schlick after we left the temple
>slaanesh cultists aren't subtle
>even ones that claim to be hunters or whatever ta fock their deal is
>they got the ambush on us before but now?
>now they're trying to find a needle in a jungle
>one with a rifle
>...
>im piss at metaphors
>luna was better
>sweet little Luna...
>they're all focking dead
>each time i find their group i pick the tallest, biggest, most fur wearing, trophy decked, whore hunter out of the lot and blow her brains out over the greenery
>then i reposition, let them run around, then watch them pack up and move on
>hunt em down, shoot, repeat
>i want them to piss themselves
>i want that slag to know WHY and WHO is killing her collection of cunts
>there have been close calls, they released their hounds pretty early so i had to use some the collected grenades i took from Karl's scout
>but ratlings are small and sneaky by nature
>if we dont want to be found, we wont be
>last time i had to carry a vox the size of me entire body and send an alert
>this time?
>not a single one of them is leaving this place alive
>im gonna hang anyway
>that much is clear
>might as make my last service to the Emperor's Forsaken a good one
>and hope the bullshit the preachers spew about the golden throne accepting repentant souls isn't total bréag

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>be Adept Sergio of the Departmento Munitorum, Divisio Honorum
>be tasked with approving or disapproving of medals and award to the Guardsmen and Voidsmen of the Nordica sector
>be examining record asper my duty
>i am rather rudely interrupted by a menial
>he hands me a data-slate...
>it is marked urgent
>hmmm, it appears that some high rank and esteem wants these approved immediately
>the requestee is... [Redacted]
>unusual, but not unheard of
"when did this request reach this office menial?"
>...
"Just this morning! Astropathic message from Pacifica Prime, most honorable Adept"
>lets see here...
>Aquila Squadron, recommended to receive several honors including but not limited to the 'Silver Aquila' and 'Order of Bastium Stelleris'
>co-signed by the Planetary Lord Governator
>very well... [+Approved+]
>one Field Marshal Fergus Angus Kenneth McArthain, seconded to the Ponsonby-Bannerman Rogue Trader Dynasty...
>last known location of the latter being Pacifica Prime
>recommended to receive the 'Command Laurels' and 'Macharian Cross'
>co-signed by multiple Imperial Guard officers and Planetary nobles
>no doubting his command abilities... [+Approved+]
>next is...
>a Felinid Recon platoon!?
>since when do abhumans deserve medals?
>recommended for the Ribbon Instrinsic, multiple 'Eagle Ordinary and Eagle Valoris medals, and several Triple Skull' pins...
>lets see the attached records...
>their Lieutenant is spoken high of by the Covenant and has been marked by the Inquisition as "Useful" and "Reliable"
>hmmm, if the Inquisition speaks well of them, it would be unwise to deny the awards...
>[+Approved+]
>I hand the data-slate to the menial
"Bring this to astropaths at once boy! do not delay"
>this must be a record for how quickly medals have been approved by the Divisio Honorum
>perhaps I will earn a promotion?

>>98781450
Summary of last two threads here:
https://1d6chan.miraheze.org/wiki/Story:Battle_of_Pacifica_Prime

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>be me
>be Merduin Longestbeard, last living ancestor of the Ironbeard Clan
>hmphh though i dont know why'd you ask someone's name you'd just met, back in my day people minded their own business for at least 2 days before they spoke to you
>why there was a manling on Smethwicks end when we first landed who helped me write the treaty between the Thane king at the time and the umgi government
>we spent 8 planetary rotations around the sun hammering out that agreement and never spoke a word to each other, only passing the document back and forth for approval or disapproval and on occasion a good grumbling
>best friend i can remember who was taller than good manners dictate
>still, the clan honor is invoked
>i have boarded one of the poorly made umgi ships from Howgill under request from the Seventh Son, Karl Torin Borin Ironbeard
>it seems our oath to the Emperor's Forsaken is being called upon to inspect them for the taint of chaos
>Karl is seemingly worried for his "good thief"
>i personally would rather the insult to us kin of stocker builds that is the ratling race be confined to the cookery and not else but oaths are oaths
>i advised the king against it when he offered her a boon
>the law is the law is the law
>the Umgi lord is a much more effective ally even if he does remind me of his harpy of an ancestor
>dreadful woman, makes my beard itch just thinking about it
>speaking of my beard i must commend the apes the Umgi lord tends to surround his worlds with
>a wonderful invention, albeit new and therefor suspect
>beard carrying drones, much improved my mobility since Smethwick's End
>made my craft of carving runes into the ship to improve its protection against the warp far easier
>even if i must now content with the umgak red hoods
"BAH! I DID YOUR "MACHINE SPIRIT" A SERVICE, CARVING THE RUNES OF PROTECTION WILL GET THIS VESSEL TO ITS DESTINATION FASTER AND WITH LESS CHANCE OF DAEMONS. WHY IN MY DAY-"
>typical umgi, no respect for stories or reasonability

>>98781509
>>98781643
>>98782122
>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader
>I am very, very busy at the moment
>Apparently on Axum wishes to meet with me
>Because on behalf of his chapter master he wishes to build a fortress-monastery
>An interesting proposition
>I was on those seaforts as well
>So I would like to know what exactly transpired
>But first, punitive action will be undertaken in regard to the abhumans
>I am not stupid
>If anything, the chance that those squats will try to interfere are high
>So I referred the matter to a judge
>A Squat judge, to be precise
>One Grunthrek Lawhammer
>Of a clan of judges
>He has concluded, that though the Emperor's Forsaken haven't broken the terms of their oaths of friendship
>They are unbaraki, oathbreakers for deserting
>As such, while i won't go in the book, (whatever, I don't care) I am at liberty to rid myself of them
>Once and for all
>Oh look, the old Squat from Smethwick has arrived
"A good morning to you, what news from Howgill?"

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>Be Farseer Isendavar
>Wasn't that an eventful evening
>Yep, those pirates never saw it coming
>They unceremoniously made themselves scarce the next morning
>As it turns out trying to plunder the house of the owner when the owner is at home is a bad idea
>Still an interesting orb that girl carried
>With something interesting inside
>I let her go with that
>Will it come back to bite me?
>Probably
>But, in keeping with tradition
>Kicking the can down the road was the one path that wouldn't affect me in the short term
>So it is a quiet morning for me
>Eating breakfast with Caellamere on the beach
>Yet I have feeling I will not be able to relax
>I am awaiting the return of Spencer
>I know the inquisition wants something from me
>And Bannerman as well
>And finally, there is the matter of the Covenant of Fire
>If only Roshi was here
>I could formulate a plan then
>Me walking up to them and telling them their acting chapter master is a traitor won't work
>So what to do?
>I doubt the Dark Angels are going to be properly affected
>Their reputation is already in the gutter
>So for now I will try to make a breadcrumb trail
>I mustn't go to them
>They must come to me
>With questions
>But how will I hint that I am in the know?
>Eh, I'll work it out with Roshi if he gets back
>So, for now I'll content myself with eating my breakfast
>Scratch Aenarion behind the ear
>Afterwards we'll go for a walk on the beach

>>98781643
>>98782175
>Be Wu Baoyu, sentinel powerlifter operator and foreman
>I am needless to say an anxious mess
>Awaiting to hear the final verdict on the Emperor's Forsaken
>I have to triple my work load after I went planetside
>At least my pilot friend unlike me was able to get away scotfree
>I was only able to by a strand of horse hair
>I sigh as I continue my work
>Dictating to my fellow Chynese workers what should be sent where
>I really ought to put in a request to improve the efficiency of the bays by providing each bay with Sentinel powerlifters
>It would require training every employee but I'm sure I could teach them how
>Hell maybe it'd grant me an even higher place
>One I can use to fufill my promise and keep the Emperor's Forsaken safe
>Just as Rùoshuǐ asked

>>98781585
>Be Scion Martin Rask The Executioner
>Our journey towards St. Montana is taking a while
>In this time I have been keeping my Immolating Cohorts entertained via gladitorial pit fights
>It builds strength, keeps the Cohorts from getting bored and importantly builds community between them
>Which is needed seeing as most my forces consist of former guardsmen turned heretics, my fellow miners from Smethwick and the Sisterhood of Bloody Slaughter
>Those last ones I need to keep the most entertained and prove myself to seeing as they felt snubbed that I took command
>As for Lena
>Well our relationship has become abnormal to say the least
>Sleeping together and fucking isn't something siblings should be doing
>But she's had me wrapped around her finger since we left for St. Montana

>Be Lena Rask The Contriver
>Marty is enjoying himself in the pit whilst I'm in the command centre of our ship
>Its been a mixture of fun and learning during our journey
>I have deepened my connection to the warp
>I am more powerful then I was before in the mystic arts
>All it cost was mutating another eye on my face next to my left eye and a third arm with its own wing underneath
>I use that one with Marty during our alone time
>A new message appears
>Lord Galmon wishes to convene a war council
>Well better not keep the boss waiting
>I stride down to the pit
>Heels clacking along and swaying my hips
"Oh Marty. I need you to come with me. The boss wants to see us"
>Martin stops what he's doing and gets up
"You boys and girls enjoy yourselves dont slaughter each other too much whilst we're gone"
>Once Martin is next to me, I open up a portal to Lord Galmon's ship and we both step through

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>Be Master Ysberin
>Be back upon the rock
>Welcome back to Caliban, traitor, I hope you will enjoy your stay
>A small prize
>But each and every one of them brings us one step closer
>My men haul off the fallen
>The interrogator-chaplains all gather around
>Its time for the lottery
>All of them will draw straws
>And the one with the longest straw will interrogate
>I spend most of my trip back being administered by the apothacary
>I also reported the matter of potential taint of the Covenant of Fire's chief librarian to the inquisition
>For them to investigate
>I watch as the chaplains draw their straws
"And the winner is......ASMODAI!"
>Oh boy
>Well, I would smile
>But with it being Asmodai I will keep quiet for now
>I would go and partake in the interrogation but I am tapped on the shoulder
"He wants to speak with you"
"Who? the Supreme Grand Master? I accept full responsibility for what transpired on Pacifica, you know that, Karahazabiel."
"No, he wants to see you."
>Him
>I see
>Then I shall before him
>And hear what our father has to say

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>Be Inquisitor Morgan Le Fae
>On route to where we have detected Farseer Isendavar's compound
>Located mostly by tracing all signs of Eldar signals
>We also found out which island the Drukhari are on so we'll probably send Carver and the Deathwatch Veterans with him to deal with them
>In my hand I hold Vortigern's message
>The Valkyrie speeding through the air
"Approaching vacinity of the Eldar's base of operations. Please remain seated"
>Sat next to me is Maegor, faithful as always
>He himself is in the midst of a prayer
>For the first time in my life I shall remove my gas mask
>I gently remove it from my face and pull down the hood letting my hair flow free
>It feels alien without it but I am not in the Krieg anymore, I am an Inquisitor
>I have more freedom
>I will still undoubtedly wear the gas mask when combat occurs
>But I can walk freely
>The Valkyrie eventually touches down and the door opens
>Myself and Maegor stand up and disembark
>I have to say
>This is a nice place the Eldar have set up for themselves
>Our pilot seems to have known this and landed in an area that won't ruin the place
>I clutch Vortigern's message tightly and walk over to the nearest guardian
"Fret not, I bring a message from Lord Inquisitor Vortigern to be delivered to Farseer Isendavar. May myself and my companion come in?"


Pic is from the old BBC show Merlin, used to watch it every Saturday back in the day

>Be Archon Hoyt Volker
>Well so far we seem to have come off of this hand relatively well
>New slaves and secured the Poppycane
>BonClaw herself has yet to be found but I've sicked the Mandrakes on her
>She won't be able to escape them as they can appear from any shadow
>Any
>Simply put I want her final answer on the deal I brought up
>I'm not joking about the protection guarantee in Commorragh should she take it
>But my patience is being stretched here
>My Court has shrunk with Vaad gone
>I still have Agony and The Deviant at least
>Morrigan too
>As well as Kali
>He actually left a while ago going back to The Ring in Commorragh with the promised slaves I gave to him
>I am sat at my desk on the island in Pacifica Prime
>Staring at the phone on my desk
>Anticipating a call from basically anyone at this point
>my office overlooking the supplies being taken through our webway portal
>I do wonder how Vaas is doing


>Be Dracon Vaas Montenegro
>This ride is long
>Very uncomfortable too
>Had to stop and stretch my legs alot
>Let my dog off so she can pee
>Had to piss a few times as well
>Fucked her a few times when I got bored
>Its why she's a slave after all
>Whatever Cegorach wants better be worth it
>400,000 meters to cover on bike in Commorragh is hell and I dont recommend it
>Eventually I make the distance and as The Laughing God says
>Turn right
>Into a webway portal
>Emerging on the other side is a pitch black void
>I get off the bike and as soon as I do smoke rises and a clown face manifests in the darkness
"Hiya Vaasy, arent you gonna say hello?"
>He smiles creepily and I stagger back somewhat
"Oh come on bucko. Don't you want a balloon?"
>out from the darkness a red balloon floats over
"I did what you wanted Cegorach. What do you want from me?"
>A spotlight flashes onto me by the clap of some hands
>Lights around the Void flare up
>Revealing the Black Library and the stage we stand on
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>>98782661
"Well Vaas, I'm mad, you're mad, we're all mad. But I do want you for a task most suited for someone as insane as you. You've found yourself stuck doing the same things over and over again, you used to expect things to change but nothing ever did. Until today, all those twists and turns actually meant changes happened, do you know why?"
"Why?"
"Because cosmic events are shifting and if I am to act my role, I need more Harlequins. Not everyone is receptive to becoming a Harlequin but you. You show potential perhaps even as a Solitaire"
>I shudder
"But won't that mean-"
"Yes you'll derive power from me and Slaanesh and your soul shall be damned to she who thirsts. However, I like to pull a prank on that mess of sexual degeneracy and that prank is the old rug pull. She thinks she'll get you, but I'll have swapped your soul with a grox. Works everytime"
>He laughs and I hear more laughing in the audience
>Its the Harlequins
"So how's that sound. You join my troupes and someday become a solitaire?"
>I stand still for a minute looking out to the audience, then to my slave and then to Cegorach
"Alright, I'll join. But I get to keep my slave"
>His head turns and looks at my slave
"Wait you actually brought the mutt along? Ha, classic Vaas. You can keep her. But if she pees on any of the books your ass and hers are grass"
>With a snap of his fingers the two of us are transported into a room
>Its a small room with a bed and a ensuite
>A note on the bed reading
>Get some rest and take a shower you both stink
>I guess I should take his advice
"Come on Dog, let's get cleaned up. You stink after 400,000 meters on the back of a jetbike"

>>98782511
>>98782616
>Be Farseer Isendavar
>Hey pass me the coffee would you?
>Thank you
>Quiet is the morrow
>And fair the sea
>Glistening and smooth
>I should finish writing that poem
>Hmm, a lembas croissant
>They say there can be no peace among the stars
>But we're not among the stars right now
>I look to my golden pocket watch
>A gift from a Rogue Trader from long ago
>And it still works
>Mostly because I use it to practice telekinesis
>If you can repair something that delicate with your mind
>You're a true master
>And reading books in the Black Library got boring after a while
>Dicking about with Mon'keigh too
>The loud snoring of a human flyer comes and goes
>I told my guards that they're not to shoot anything yet
>Some guardians bring over Morgan Le Fae
>Ah, a bit earlier than I expected
>And she took off her mask
>I never got that
>If kriegers don't take off their masks
>Do they eat via a straw?
>Eh, whatever, it doesn't matter now
"Good morning, it would seem you caught me at a rather inopportune moment, would you like some coffee, or did you already finish breakfast?"
>I suppose big man Vortigern is too busy
>How much paperwork does an Inquisitor even do?
>I can guess as to what is coming
>And I suppose that it will be necessary
>Seeing how I am pretty much the leader of our coalition-without-a-name

>>98782616
>>98782728
>Be Inquisitor Morgan Le Fae
>The Guardian shows the two of us in
>Lowe and behold
>Isendavar enjoying an Aeldari breakfast
>Ah seems we came at an inappropriate time
>Ah well
>There are some traditions according to old texts of reading papers during breakfast
>This is almost similar I suppose
>He welcomes us with a good morning and asks if we'd like anything
"Good morning to you as well Farseer, I'll just have some water myself and Maegor already ate on The Red Knight"
>I walk over and set the message next to him
>Before turning and sitting in a chair
>Maegor also takes a seat
"Inside the document is Lord Vortigern's contact details. I apologise that he himself could not make it, between the project hes working on with Ayin as well as having a request to investigate The Covenant of Fire for potential heresy sent by the Dark Angels."
>I sigh
"He and Ayin are mobilising the three militant wings you know. A fourth if you count the Militarum Tempestus"
>I say this not as a threat but as a display of trust
>This information has to be kept under wraps from the wider Imperium
>Its not everyday when the Inquisition mobilises all 3 of its militant wings
>Things in this sector are dire after all
"Lord Vortigern and Lord Ayin extend an invitation for yourself and your allies to join the Ordos Kabbalah, to see Galmon destroyed and his influence purged from the Nordica sector"

>Be Overlord Menthesuphis the Horticulturist
>Still vacationing
>I think I'll visit Sobek's sister next
>But with both the humans and Eldar out of the way I can actually do something about the prison
>Capturing all the sea megafauna would be a waste of time and effort
>So instead I shut down the dolmen gate
>Reroute the power to fully restoring the power supply
>And repairing the more important molecular field keeping the planet asleep
>Speaking of which
>I teleport in several ten thousand scarabs to help restore the bare necessities
>And to collect some coral on the side
>For my collection
>I also use some rooms here to allow the biomancers begin work on the dryad project
>Of the samples I have provided them
>They have used up 4/5th of all human specimens
>Plant life there's plenty
>But where to produce more organic specimens
>My warriors have already retrieved some leftover Eldar corpses from Sartos
>Good, I am only interested in dead Eldar
>But where to get more humans?
>Hmmm, aren't Orks technically some form of shroom?
>I should procure some of them as well
>But I am not interested in conflict for the moment
>Just in keeping the field intact
>And kidnapping a few test subjects
>A fusion of flora and fauna would be interesting
>Or perhaps by studying the anatomy of a Ork I can replicate it on a custom-designed plant
>Though considering what Orks are made for I better be careful
>Or perhaps I should have taken Sobek up on his offer
>No, nothing good comes from the warp
>I should really put my foot down in that regard
>Daemons aren't for collecting, young man
>Why couldn't you just have a normal hobby like fishing?
>Although
>The reason Komei became a overlord was because those two accidentally sank his father's boat while on a fishing trip
>I do seem to have the opposite problem of many of my peers
>As I have perfect recollection of my memories
>Only I can't seem to stop reminiscing

>>98781651
(1/2)
>Be Amazonia von Whoresbane, Schlick XXXXXXth Huntress
>Well this is a mess
>My teams have been looting the local Nethian and Malay ruins at a respectable rate, and I have been keeping myself entertained by poaching stragglers from units like the 2nd Happy Ending regiment that for some reason crossed through dense jungle on their way to Hive Samar. We have also been recruiting stragglers from Galmon’s vassal cults, particularly anyone who is female and has hunting skills
>On the other hand, some of the abhumans are pretty keen on revenge, and we have been taking regular losses to their ratling snipers. Even worse, the Imperial forces hunting for the ratlings, Galmonite remnants, and us, from the air and along the roads have been complicating our efforts to extract all the loot we have been gathering, or for us to leave the area period
>But by far the worse is the daemon that is hunting us, the one we accidentally awoke when we were torturing that first group of abhumans we caught. These old ruins are jam packed with devious traps and trapped daemons, and the jungles aren’t exactly safe either, so some losses are inevitable, but the losses we have been taking lately from “unexplained disappearances” and “unusual accidents” are nothing short of catastrophic. And most of them seem to align with when my pet psyker starts mumbling about an ancient evil, hungry for the pain and suffering of others. Where ever the ancient evil goes, animals attack, vines ensnare and penetrate, sharp objects take flight and impale, people turn to gibbering spawn or give birth to lesser daemons, temple traps activate in unexpected ways, and bound daemons break free of their ancient bonds to join the hunt
>Moral is very low, particularly among the rank and file Schlick militia, and former Galmonites

>>98783422
(2/2)
>Even I am starting to get mildly concerned. My head scholar Quinn recently theorized the ancient daemon is picking off the weakest groups first, and is saving me for last
>And there is nothing worse than having your body and soul fall into the hands of a hostile daemon
>But my head scholar Quinn has come up with a potential solution
>Another powerful daemon is believed to be trapped in a Neominoan ruin not far from here, a daemon that is said to be a rival of the one hunting us
>So we unleash this second daemon, make a deal with it, or maybe even bind it if we can, but simply unleashing it and hoping it seeks out its ancient rival is also something I will settle for at this point
>It is risky obviously, but the alternatives are even worse

>>98782728
>>98782777
>Be Farseer Isendavar
>I pour some milk into my morning couple
>I don't want hear the jokes
>Bitter black coffee is for bitter people
>And my bones need their calcium
>Though the mon'keigh somehow lost the ability to make coffee
>Instead they all drink recaff for dome reason
>I mean, don't you have the beans lying around somewhere?
>"Good morning to you as well Farseer, I'll just have some water myself and Maegor already ate on The Red Knight"
>Ah yes, take a seat
"This is my girlfriend, Caellamere, and this is my Gyrinx, Aenarion, who you already met I believe."
>I throw a piece of bacon on the floor to distract Aenarion
>"Inside the document is Lord Vortigern's contact details. I apologise that he himself could not make it, between the project hes working on with Ayin as well as having a request to investigate The Covenant of Fire for potential heresy sent by the Dark Angels."
"Indeed so, I believe Covenant leadership will try to claim that that particular company of Dark Angels are either traitors or heretics, do not believe them. I was there, I could not stop it, but I felt a betrayal like a dagger in the night, not all their companies are tainted, nor is their chapter master a traitor, but he has been incapacitated, and left a puppet. If I may make a recommendation, it is that you should try to contact lower level officers, to condemn them all so hastily is to drive them all into the arms of the enemy."
>Speaking of which
>It's about time I properly dissolve and absorb the remains of the Sect
>I have dispatched ranger and harlequin teams to preform a 'cabal cleanup' operation
>Tie up some loose ends, so to speak
>When divining the future I foresaw a hydra with three heads fighting one with nine
>HYDRA IX, eh?
>Roshi had warned me about them when we retrieved those Alpha Legionnaires
>If blame is brought down on the sect, it will prove a shell which will collapse on its own
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>>98783564
>"He and Ayin are mobilising the three militant wings you know. A fourth if you count the Militarum Tempestus"
>Coming down in force, are we?
>I suppose its only logical
>This war is beginning properly unfold
>Soon he shall begin in earnest
>Then I must return to Imla-drys to see to matters
>Aside from being my home away from Ulthwé it is also the main gathering point for my Eldar warhost
>It is also nearly impossible to reach by warp travel, and it doesn't even appear on most Eldar maps
>"Lord Vortigern and Lord Ayin extend an invitation for yourself and your allies to join the Ordos Kabbalah, to see Galmon destroyed and his influence purged from the Nordica sector"
>Interesting, I didn't know xenos could join the inquisition
>However, there is a small problem
"That is a decision I cannot make on my own, do not think me capable of making unilateral decisions for I do not possesses the same authority in internal matters as Vortigern does. I must consult my allies first, but know this: If Galmon, the Schlick, Alpha Legion, Thousand Sons, or some other Chaos warband conjures up a warp storm in the sector I will give permission and guidance to travel the webway. You will have to follow my lead, however, if you don't want to get lost. For now space is calm, and you can travel freely using the warp, but if that changes, and it becomes unsafe for you to travel, I will come to guide your employers to the nearest webway gate."
>I reach into one of my pockets
>Pulling out an Eldar rune signify truce, negotiation, and ceasefire, depending on the context
"Show this to any Eldar, be they craftworld, exodite, harlequin, or corsair, for it signifies you both willing, and trusted enough to negotiate with. I should warn you that it doesn't mean squat to the Drukhari."
>I get up from the chair
"I am afraid that will have to do, I am needed elsewhere, as are you, I believe."
>Bannerman asked me discreetly to help judge some abmon'keigh
>I'll do it
>For fun
(2/2)

>>98782777
>>98783564
>Be Inquisitor Morgan Le Fae
>Sipping the provided water as I listen to the farseer
>Introducing to me his girlfriend and reacquanting me with his Gyrinx
>I have Maegor taking notes for what is about to be discussed
>The Farseer has knowledge regarding the situation of heresy amongst The Covenant of Fire as he was there
>Some of the companies may be tainted whilst others aren't
>The Chapter Master is incapacitated meaning someone will place a puppet in his place
>A classic move for Heretics
>Judging from the sounds of this it mirrors the Blood Ravens and Soul Drinkers chapter
>A higher up officer is compromised and brings his brothers down
>Plus trying to pin the Dark Angels for heresy
>I dont see that settling down well with Vortigern
>moving on from that and discussing about the future war Isendavar seems to be in thought
>Especially with how I mention the militant wings and the invitation
>He is unable to fully make the decision as he shall have to talk with his allies in their organisation about it
>But he will help us in traversing the webway should warp storms become frequent
>As well as giving a rune of Truce
>One to show to any Aeldari that is not a Dark Eldar
>I put it in my leather pouch
>Seems we're wrapping up here
"Very well, I thank you for the rune and for the promise of assistance in traversing the webway. My Lords will be interested in receiving the call once your council have made a collective decision. Feel free to share Vortigern's contact details with your allies"
>I get up from my chair as does Maegor
>We must return to The Shadowed Blade
"Farewell Farseer"
>We head out and back to the Valkyrie returning back to orbit
>I shall assist Vortigern in his investigation of The Covenant of Fire

>>98783639
>we arrive back onboard and I immediately make my way over to Vortigern's library
>With reverence I knock and I am called in
>Pouring over texts is the Lord Inquisitor still within his terminator armour
>The library is a dark place lit by candles and bearing symbols similar to those of the Dark Angels
"I bring news my lord, the Farseer will convene with his allies about our offer to join. In the meantime he promises guidance through the web way should we need it as well as gave us a rune of Truce"
>Vortigern narrows his eyes
"Very good, anything else?"
"Yes my Lord, an account he has regarding the Covenant of Fire and The Dark Angels"
"Come in fully and tell me"
>I do so stepping up to his desk
"What has he discovered"
"The case seems to share similarities to Azariah Kyras of the Blood Ravens. Someone within the chapter is compromised and may be installing a puppet within leadership roles whilst the Chapter Master is incapacitated"
>Vortigern's eyes narrow
"I see, well we'd best get in contact with the Covenant of Fire. I understand Astartes generally don't like us getting involved in how they run but the first Legion demanded an investigation and I will deliver. Come let us go to the command bridge"
>He walks out and I dutifully follow
>When we arrive he walks over to the vox and starts picking out the Covenant of Fire's battle barge vox details
>transferring a message with Inquisitorial markings
>it reads
"To the Covenant of Fire chapter, you are to remain where you are whilst I Lord Vortigern of The Ordos Kabbalah investigate you for heresy upon the request of a fellow astartes chapter. Do note attempting to weasel out of the investigation will result in being declared as renegade marines and as such enemies of the Imperium. Signed Lord Vortigern of The Ordos Kabbalah"

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>>98782560
>>98781585
>be Scion Míngmò
>or as the inhabitants of this world know me as, Bhramari
>the ascention of the newly blessed plague world Ganges III is complete
>lord Shreek lumbers happily threw the waters of the tainted river along with a cohort of great unclean ones
>the mountains of trash have been consecrated as a holy site of nurgle's various zombie plagues, with many infected hounds wandering its tainted steps
>the last of the untainted techpriests have fallen to the scrap code now my personal cohort of daemonvox, the donotredeem
>and EVERYWHERE is covered with the smell of grox shit rituals
>one of my plague-taur husbands lumbers up, nurglings hanging off his armor and tail making wet ploping noises and cutely leaking fluids
>our lord has called the Scions to his great ship
>that does not bode well
>Pacifica must have ended in another failure
>shame, for a follower of the accursed lord of change, i did not hate the company of Kronerberg
>still i ring the bell as a green portal smelling of rotting mushrooms and waste water opens between two knarled twisted flesh trees as i step through
>the newest scions are already here
>just leaves our pirate queen and Kronerberg
>the latter's absence could normally be explained by a desire to prolong his life
>though given by the lack of murderous energy perhaps not such a failure as Pershah Gulf
>the former?
>well, i suppose we'll have to see if she can handle the leash better than her predecessor

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>>98781585

>be Kronerberg "The Deranged", loyal scion and Lord Galmon's greatest warp sorcerer
>be in my private study on my own vessel...
>be pouring over the few forbidden tomes I retrieved from archie ruins on Pacifica Prime
>I would have more but the loss of my entourage during my expedition to Sartos, means that most have been lost
>these tomes are most marvelous oh yes yes yes!
>I am most engrossed by this fabled ability to conjure warp storms!
>oh that would be most useful!
>and the "Lamp of Souls" would be most useful given the massive number of sacrifices needed for the ritual
>speaking of the "Lamp of Souls", it is my lord Galmon's possession
>I must remind myself seek permission to study it
>one of my underlings enters
>hmmmm
>I told them all that I wished not to be disturbed
>my Lord Galmon has summoned all of his Scions for a meeting
>hmmm, this most be of great importance
>my whispers tell me it will be most enlightening, future plans shall be revealed!
>I must not delay
>one sort portal ritual later, I board my Lord's flagship
>so precise, I step into his strategium
>the Rask Twins and Mingmo wait there for me
>I step forward and take place
>I take a knee
"You summoned me my Lord Galmon?"

>be Imperial Navy ace pilot Aquila-13
>be the leader of the elite Aquila Squadron, aka the "Yellow Tails"
>it is the day following Archangel-09's martyrdom
>his loss is weighing heavy on us all
>he was our teacher and mentor...
>ask any man or woman that learned the art of flight under him, all would say he was Erusea-IV's best
>he was a stern teacher, he would rebuke even the smallest mistake
>many Aeronautica students "washed out" under him
>but if he saw any potential in his students, he would nurture it
>he would see that his students' skills where honed sharp before graduating flight school
>cadets would queue up for extra training flights with...
>I have little doubt that he is why so many of us have survived, where other Imperial Navy Aeronautica units would have taken far greater losses
>I look to the blue sky above Aerodrome-03...
>the typhoon has passed last night
>now, there is not one cloud in the sky
>just this world's sun and that ever so beautiful blue of the sky...
>a shame that such a gorgeous day be marred by our somber mood
>I head back into one of our hangars...
>I watch as the ground crews are repainting the Thunderbolt's of our newest members...
>they are Archangel-09's former squadron mates...
>they have been folded into the "Yellow Tails" as per his last request
>they are Aquila-15, he is the most senior
>next are Aquila-17 and Aquila-19, they are oddly enough, identical twins...
>I can barely tell the two apart
>then last is Aquila-21, she is the newest and is the only female in our ranks currently
>like the rest of us, they all trained under Archangel-09...
>I think they will fit in quite nicely
>but... I made a promise to that old man
>that I would look after them all
>that is a promise I will make sure to keep
>Emperor damn me if let any of them die under my watch...

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>>98784813
>>98784271
>>98781585
>be BaoBao
>right hand of Zheng Yi Sow
>deadly assassin champion of she who thirsts
>and above all?
>Cute
>im cute, in all the galaxy there are none cuter than i am
>and if i find any that think they are? i make them far far far far far less cute
>hehe
>as i step through the portal to our masters ship i kneel low
"Lady Zheng Yi Sow, is sieging a space port near Nordica II to further terrorize the imperial lanes per your request. Her Lasciviousness requests a thousand pardons and instead sends plundered gifts of geneseed taken from a captured imperial fist vessel"
>i make a wonderful and adorably perfect showing as gesture behind me to the unloaded cargo being carted out by mutants and other fallen members of the Slaanesh cohorts
"and of course she sends her most generous gift of her right hand, gracing your scions with his adorable presence"
>it never hurts to remind the other scions they serve not only inferior gods but also ultimately their status is that of accessories compared to us of the Slaanesh cohorts
>the rest of the scions ignore me but that's fine my are on the big man on the throne
>this is exciting, the fact he gathered all his power together means something adorably brutal is about to take place
>though id never admit it to my lady mistress, fighting in the void is rather boring
>i want to feel blood between my toes when i slowly run my claws through corpse worshipers while they thank me for the pleasure
>and i need new sycophants, all the ones i got from the navy ships have become boring

>>98782560
>>98784271
>>98784813
>>98785037
>Be Martin Rask "The Executioner"
>The other scions have arrived
>Mingmó, Kronerburg and
>...
>The right hand of the Slaaneshi scion
>apparently it's because the scion is seiging a space port
>Oh fair enough
>He then claps his hands as some mutants bring out some spoils
>Alright show off
>I kneel before Galmon as Kronerburg and the Cat Boy have done
>At this point I'd prefer we get this meeting through with
>Khorne knows I've still got to get to Montana
>And also make sure the Immolating Cohorts and Iconclasts under my sister and my control arent killing each other
>At least my fellow former miners and the Witches of Smethwick can keep them somewhat in line should violence come

>Be Lena Rask "The Contriver"
>Kneeling before our lord
>Keeping quiet mostly
>I feel a twinge of envy towards the Tzeentchian scion
>Especially as apparently he got quite a lovely artifact for our Lord
>Oh well
>Guess we'll have to see if the Natives of St Montana have anything
>Besides at least I still have Martin
>And that's all I need to calm any sense of envy
>And Mingmó is here and I like her
>Even if she's smelly owing to being a Nurgelite
>She did get me an invitation to Lord Galmon and that allowed my brother to come back a second time
>And that second death bulked him up immensely

>>98782175
>>98783564
>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader
>I am not even going to pretend that I like those abhumans
>If they're guilty
>They'll hang
>If they aren't
>I'll kick them out
>News from both the administratum and Fergus
>Fergus has finished his tour with his cousin Bruce
>And will rendezvous soon
>He'll be pleased with the new medals
>Bringing along three regiments of allied clans
>As well as his brother: Malcolm Douglas McArthain
>And a lot of other Drookian peers
>Speaking of Drookians
>I should enquire with my spy network soon
>My top man should also nearly be done
>Agent Duplex Nil Septum
>He will make contact with us on Sevenboroughs
>Getting back to the present Merduin informed me of the latest happenings on Howgill
>Apparently there has been an influx of Squat migrants from the wider Imperium
>Rumours about a resurgent Squat hold reaching as far as Nercomunda
>Ahh squats, the best abhumans one can employ
>I would have informed young Karl about what I know about the Squats on Sevenboroughs but I can't find him
>They're awake, but technologically regressed, and not very kind to outsiders
>As to those filthy abhumans on the run
>I am not going to bother chasing them
>All the better I be rid of them permanently
>As I am awaiting Isendavar I read the papers
>Censored nonsense but the sports section's pretty good
>The cultural columns are of high qualitiy as well
>I blow a smoke-ring with me pipe out of boredom
>I built myself a nice little colonial-style villa with porch
>Rocking chair and morning tea
>Then he comes
>Per bird
>As is his signature it would seem
>Very good
>I signal him over
"Take a seat, old bean. I would ask of you this favour, to see which abhumans have been tainted and which haven't. It might prove a waste of your time, and the squats have brought a psyker of their own, but I would nevertheless also like your opinion on the matter."

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>>98782122
>>98785299
>be Merduin Longestbeard
"A good morning to you, what news from Howgill?"
"Honor to your ancestors, Lord Peregrine."
>I nod my head
"Clan Ironbeard will remember this day."
>it be rude to mention the laxity of his crew's proper edicate to their elders but umgi are as umgi do
"Thane Prince Karl's request was yours to refuse by right. It speaks to your character you allowed my approach at all"
>Karl will certainly have alot to answer for to Lord Thrungrimm
"Howgill, serves our purposes well. already the repurposed ships you gave us have began transformation into new hold."
>as i walk i take note of how much effort has gone into this holding cell of his
>i might be old but its clear the message is in all this is that the lord is done with the forsakken
>to the point he brought in another clan's oathspeaker to argue legislation should we make argue for honor's sake
>im not a fan of the Lawhammer clan, even as long bearded as i am i dont hold candle to their sniveling, bulbous nosed tattied, book licking ways
>they wont break a contract but damned if you're not fuming by the time the negotiations are done
>his oathspeaker argues that while no oaths of friendship were broken they are unbaraki
"unbaraki! for being captured?"
>while the lord goes off to drink tea and wait for the second judge of the triumvirate of psychics to determine their fate
>a farseer, id be less than thrilled but my lord spoke highly of this farseer having awoken our people on Smethwick's end
>so i continue to argue in old squatish with the "honorable" oathspeaker Grunthrek Lawhammer
"the forsaken are odd ill grant you, but to call them unbaraki for being caught by the ruinous powers? youd shame their deaths, and our oath of friendship with them you wazzock!"
"the one's who fled are unworthy of any distinction at all! or is clan Ironbeard fallen so low as to align themselves with cowards!"
"ILL FLATTEN YOUR NOSE YOU BEARDED SNOTLING!"
>so far its going typical to squat debates

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>>98783564
>>98785299
>>98785448
>Be Farseer Isendavar
>And so we finally arrive at the Rogue Trader's camp
>The Rogue Trader invites me over to his porch
>I take a seat
>It is located upon a hillock, overlooking the prison camp
>I have no idea what the point of flagellation is but whatever
>I am troubled by a lot of things
>Dark times are coming
>Not helped by the fact I am wearing sunglasses
>Keeps the sun out while flying my bird
>As I do I hear the sounds of squats arguing
>Ah, what is it?
>I require some context
>I ask Bannerman, who gives me the verdict
>Written in both squat-runes and gothic
>Neatly summarized, the deserters broke their mandatory oath of loyalty to house Bannerman, which makes them oath-breakers to him, not the squats
>All Imperial troops are made to swear oaths if I remember correctly
>Mostly to provide legal pretext for the commissars to shoot them
>Well, I suppose I better intervene
>No, interrupting a Squat debate is something that'll get you in the book
>So I wait until Merduin finished punching Lawhammer in the gut
>Then I approach him
"I greet you, honoured Merduin, wise and noble you are, your judgement I trust, I would ask of you to read the verdict in full if you please, before we shall proceed with looking into the taint of those currently imprisoned."

>>98785597
>>98785448
>be Merduin Longestbeard
>i finish settling the debate with Grunthrek when the elgi arrives
"I greet you, honoured Merduin, wise and noble you are, your judgement I trust, I would ask of you to read the verdict in full if you please, before we shall proceed with looking into the taint of those currently imprisoned."
"bah, no need elgi-seer. I know the legality of what the Lord Peregrine intends."
>doesnt mean i have to like it or agree, but my reason for even involving myself in this is for Karl's sake
>having a personal grudge against one's allies never bodes well
>there is no reason for honor or oath i should be here save to inspect for the taint of chaos
>but Karl did our people a great service and it was his "good thief" that saved his life
>for all my using of the runes i did little but halt the magic's tainting the hold ship
>he and his kin were the ones who saved those in stasis, not me and not Lord Thrungrimm
>id be dishonoring the thousands saved from the taint of chaos on Smethwick's end if i didnt do my best to save their lives or at least minimize the shame of their deaths
"still, if it were your own group of kinsworn on the executioners stand id imagine you be swift to anger as well"
>rumors are like barley moss, there are many stands but a good harvest is quickly picked up and passed around
>even on Howgill rumors of the eldi and the old umgi who seek to disrupt bannerman with Lord Peregrine
>though these days if the presence of the inquistion is to be believed there might be more than just that small few
>i rub my beard as we walk down toward the prison center as the drone's keep it aloft
"and to be honest, i just wanted to flatten that thin beard's nose."
>been too long since i felt my fist bloodied, makes these old bones thrum like my younger days

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>be Spencer
>fuck my life
>im covered in the blood of alpha legion
>but not US alpha legion
>a second group of alpha legion who not only had a massive presence in the deathwatch but are also trying to kill Roshi
>whose stuck in a stupid golden ball i have no idea how to fix
>the alpha legionaries killed the non alpha legionaries in the group i took back with me
>then i killed them
>i had planned on facing space marines in CQC so my kit was prepared for that, combat knife, bolt pistol, flash grenades, and a few krak grenades for clearing rooms
>the deathwatch by extension were kitted out for orks and genestealers
>i take what ammo and grenades i can as i get a quick set rep of club sexo "not quite a stand off"
>the ex golden horde disgused as Red Hunters have huddled around Priscilla
>who for some GODS DAMNED REASON went full statue mid inspection of a cultist
>said cultist is seemingly on the verge of a meltdown thinking their soul is being stared into by an interrogator and her space marine guards while the death watch look on
>the deathwatch by extension are either confused or are waiting for the firefight to kick off
>i can't tell whose AL in the deathwatch main force or if they all are
>the fact there were normal marines in the group sent to kill me and Roshi tells me they have limited numbers
>but at the same time, that might have been a ploy to get me over confident
>fuck my life
>okay okay, think options
1/2

>>98786002
>option 1: go guns blazing and hope the red hunters can get Priscilla to exfill before commandeering a ride
pros: no room for mislabeling an enemy for a friendly and getting shot in the back
cons: Priscilla is stuck like a statue and Roshi is in a ball. If either takes damage in Marine on Marine combat its likely to be fatal
>Option 2: come out and proclaim there are traitors in the deathwatch
pros: traitors might react like they did in the tunnel and panic leading to more allied combatants
cons: accusing people of being traitors and then investigating is what the inquisition is supposed to do so Priscilla would have to be active which she isn't and im covered in the blood of space marines so it could easily get turned around on me
>Option 3: wait for Isendvar to come bail us out
Pros: eldar bullshit
Cons: eldar bullshit + time
>ugh, why did i think i could do this im not clever like the old pervert or knife eared dickhead
>...
>wait a minute
>im not clever
>what is the thing the Alpha legion never does
>admit who they are
>if the deathwatch captain is a traitor then they would need to report a chaos marine infestation of the inquisition or deathwatch forces on world
>which the enemy alpha legion on world wouldn't want
>which means they'd have to step in to stop the signal
>which means i can pick out if there are loyalists or not based on how they react to my next choice of words
>i step out into the club soaked in blood and battle damage
>Rebus Boorale speaks first
"Brother wh-"
"HYDRA DOMINATES!"
>i fire a shot at Priscillas general direction which of course one of the red hunters takes to the pauldron
>i then take off full sprint back into the tunnels
>the silence lasts a moment before i hear the rapid hammering of power armor behind me
>hopefully the "red hunters" can carry priscilla back to one of the Blackstars
>at the very least it should get her out of the potential warzone
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>>98782958
>>98786002
>Be Sinistre, Champion of the Emperor’s Children, and Leader of Science Branch
>I stroke the hair of my latest pet as I commune with my crystal ball
>Things are not quite going to plan, but still salvageable
>The Necron Menthesuphis has stabilized the containment fields for now, but the structural damage is worse than he realizes
>My Seers indicate that getting Roshi to the Necron Tomb is still the best way to save the planet, but other possibilities exist
>Probably the next best option is sending in Khathora, who has passed herself off as a regular Necron Overlord on many occasions, but I don’t like dealing with her, so I will focus on Roshi for now
>I send two psychic messages directly into Spencer’s mind
>The first is that I will only let Roshi out of the golden globe if it is brought to the Necron Tomb
>The second is that Priscilla isn’t getting out of her coma unless Roshi is brought to the Necron Tomb, and the longer she is in the coma, the more likely it will be that she becomes corrupted
>He will probably ignore me, and try and get Isendavar, or perhaps one of the Inquisitors to help him, maybe even Grann. Spencer still seems to bear a serious grudge against us for some of the indignities he has suffered lately
>In other news, the teams I sent to scour the planet have recovered a respectable number of artifacts, albeit at heavy losses, not that I care. Mortal rabble are very much replaceable
>And HYDRA IX has also racked up a decent number of accomplishments lately, in particular in driving a wedge between the Covenant of Fire and the Dark Angels, but also, along with the members of the Cultural Exchange on the planet, have acquired many artefacts of their own, which will be jointly studied by our three organizations as per our agreement
>Too bad the agents they sent to kill Roshi are too deep undercover to receive new orders, but Alpha Legionnares are also pretty expendable in the grand scheme of things

>>98782027
To all the autists that made the wiki pages, thanks. Makes it easier to keep track of things.

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>>98783639
>>98782564
>>98781509
>be Chapter Master Lebe Ashkeeper
>"To the Covenant of Fire chapter, you are to remain where you are whilst I Lord Vortigern of The Ordos Kabbalah investigate you for heresy upon the request of a fellow astartes chapter. Do note attempting to weasel out of the investigation will result in being declared as renegade marines and as such enemies of the Imperium. Signed Lord Vortigern of The Ordos Kabbalah"
>i send a vox back
"of course, we of the Covenant of Fire are loyal servants of the Imperium of mankind, you are free to interview any member of first company who were present at the time of the incident that the dark angels accuse us of, during their prisoner exfiltration"
>i doubt the dark angels spoke of what they did or their involvement in said incident
>typical of the secretive cowards of the lion, to hide their own shame while pointing the finger at everyone else
>the fact they're correct is ultimately irrelevant
>a lesser mind might be warry or paniced at the inquisition investigating us but i expected this
>to be honest?
>im rather excited in fact
>ive heard so much about farseer Isendavar, to finally test myself against him is a stimulating prospect
>in fact i was so expectant this "investigation" would come that was partly why i invited axum's third company
>only first company was on world at the time of the incident so therefore only first company can be interrogated under the accusation of the dark angels
>and Axum can continue negotiations with the rogue trader in my stead while they pathetically attempt to probe my mind
>not all gifts of Tzeentch are obvious
>some are hidden quite impossibly in folds of the brain and subtle shifts within one's body
>no, i wont be uncovered on this world
>but i do intend to give the inquisition a guilty party
>as i step onto the inquisitional transport i feel a shift in the air
>good, the message arrived
>the goalposts set
>oh Isendvar...
>i do hope you won't disappoint me

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>>98781585
>>98782560
>>98784271
>>98784813
>>98785037

>be Lord Galmon, chaos war lord, Lord of the Scions of Galmon
>my Scions have arrived in the strategium
>save for one, Zheng Yi Sow...
>she instead sent one of her underlings, an assassin
>the "Lascivious" is busy plundering, or so he claims
>but the gene-seed is a welcome boon
>very well, he should do as a messenger
>but I will make sure to have a word with her...
>it would be prudent of her to come to me when I request her presence
>but now, to continue
"I convene this strategy meeting to discuss our next course of action"
>I activate the hololithic table, and show a red projection of Sevenboroughs
"This... is the knight world of Sevenboroughs. It's populace is hardy and martial. I desire this world as to bolster the cohorts number"
>I look to both Kronerberg and Mingo
"The two of you shall leave and make hasteful work to bring the world into out fold. My spies tell me they are in the midst of succession crisis, this is perfect opportunity to exploit. Don't let it go to waste"
>I turn to BaoBao
"Plans for Nordica II have changed. Zheng Yi Sow is to work covertly as to assure that the Schlick looses catastrophically. their numbers must be devastated enough that they will throw their lot in with us"
>...
"I know that she despises the Schlick. So tell her that they will serve as sacrificial lamb, that will be consumed in a great conflagration when the time is right."
>I pause dramatically
"A sacrificial conflagration that will take none other than the returned Lion"
>I present a Silver Case to BaoBao, it is carved with faces showing both pain and pleasure. Inside is none other than Epherstein's Sword
"Present this to Zhen Yi Sow. Fail to bring this to your master, you will pay with your life..."
>I change the projection to a map of the sector
>there is a green dot at the sector

(1/2)

>>98787183

"I have come to the conclusion that our losses at Chyna Secundus, Pershah Gulf, and Pacifica Prime are of not fault of our scions"
>I have the holothic table zoom in on the center of the map
"No, in hindsight their plans where well laid and executed"
>zooming in further on the holographic map, it shows a star system
>its name "Port Midway"
"No. The reason for our defeats is that the Imperialist lap dogs have been able to rapidly respond to our incusrions"
>the map shows multiple space stations
"This facility is what allows the Loyalist Navy project power and transport men and supplies quickly"
>the space stations range from mining to ship yards
>but not a single inhabited world
"The destruction or capture of the naval facilities of Port Midway will rob the loyalists of this advantage. With out them, the Imperials will be slow to respond"
>gesturing to the hololithic table
"Port Midway hosts several Supply Depots, Dry Docks, Shipyards and Defense stations. if we can capture it, we will have naval dominance in this sector"
>at the very center of the map is a massive penal station
>Penal Station "4-LC-4TR-42"
"The plan is to plant the seeds of corruption in this massive penal station. It serves as the source of labor for much of the mining stations and shipyards"
>I look to my Scions
>I wait for one to volunteer for the task I set before them

(2/2)

>>98786002
>>98786634
(1/2)
>Be Priscilla, Least Fortunate Woman in the Galaxy
>Still in a cage, still in Yule Harbor, still on the knife’s edge of having a mental breakdown
>Roshi’s ghost or astral projection or whatever started flickering a few minutes ago, and then disappeared
>I hope he returns to help me escape before someone else shows up
>I really fucking hope it
>There is a soft patter of feet behind me, and then the cage rattles as something climbs on top of it
>Fuck my life
>I strain to look upwards, but the collar holds my head firmly in place
>And then my new companion climbs down the cage in front of me
>But only partially
>She stops so that her junk is only a few inches from my face
>And by her junk I mean my junk, because my new companion is just a slutified version of me
>Great, more head games
>At least it is not an ogryn gang bang or something
“So you don’t trust us with your immortal soul huh? Worried we will just toss it into Slaanesh’s Realm proper when we are bored with you? That is your problem, you worry too much. What is going to happen is going to happen, it is out of your hands.”
>My doppelganger drops down in front of my cage and does a little twirl
>Short pink hair, bigger tits, a perky but manic grin that would be alarming even under less dire circumstances, lots of piercings, and not a single item of clothes naturally
“So you don’t want oblivion, and you don’t want protection. How about...the ability to simply stop caring? Trust me, there is nothing less amazing!”
>Yeah right, like I am going to trust a telepathic shape shifting daemonette
“Nope, I actually am you, a copy anyways. Someone recently told me there are four of you in the Materium, twelve here in Yule Harbor, and eight in other parts of the Immaterium. I am a telepath though, pretty cool right?”
>I kind of doubt this new information, but if that is what she wants to talk about instead of corrupting me then sure, why not?

>>98787315
(2/2)
“Now don’t go trying to change the subject now, Vin’Gloria wants me to try out a few drugs on you to see which cocktail gives just the right combo of sobriety and lack of inhibition. I should warn you though, the first one is going to be an enema, a big one”
>Fuck my life

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>>98787183
>>98784271
>be Scion Míngmò
>as i look over the map of Sevenboroughs i feel a plump nibblefly roll from out my ear and between my fingers
"never would this one doubt the word of her lord...but this world..."
>most knight worlds hold only 1 or 2 houses
>Sevenboroughs holds 4
>each with their own cultures and histories and most concerningly their own style of combat
>there used to be 7, time, imperial conquest, and the war of the beast ruined 3 others but still
>i crush the nibblefly as i get visions of a certain tech priest from Chyna Secundus
"this one apologies for her lack of vision to her lord. the path is clearer now...rumors are of a technowitch coven that one Baoyuanfeng escaped to after the failures of Chyna Secundus...this one requests an allotment of gifts with which to entice their service back to your thralldom.
>there is one key weakness in the succession of the knight houses
>any knight who is a part of the listed houses can complete for the right to be named high king
>the high king forsakes any loyalty to his house previously and remains inside the Green Knight, an aged knight famed for its titanic sword it uses in its thunderstrike gauntlet
>rumors persist of the swords origin, but i was born on Chyna Secundus, i know little of the truth behind such things
>he then spends the rest of his time when not called to crusade, wandering the various monster filled forests defeating the worst beasts of land, sea, air, mountain, or swamp to one day clear the death world of its monstrous beasts and allow the fortress cities to spread out
>as the last of the nibble flies information leaks from a burst eye ball i shutter as i lick the mess from my fingers with gratitude
"Even so....this one must inform her lord that even should a traitor knight be found, lifted to the throne, and the most loyal knights accept such an oath to your whims...many more will not to conquer such a defended world would require an army in the millions..."

>>98787532
what do you anons think of the first taste of Sevenboroughs
i have a few more landmarks to add for lore flavor but im excited to see how the trials between the undead knights and the 4 houses unfold

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>>98781450
>>98781782


>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy", leader of "Tom's Roughnecks"
>be on vacation in Port Mosley...
>Tiny Tam, Lil' Tom and I are in downtown Port Mosley
>its still morning so we decide to get breakfast
>we settle on eating at Cafe in one of the nicer pedestrian malls
>we take one of the tables outside
>might as well considering the rather comfortable weather
>while looking over the menu my data-slate beeps
>Oh Throne, that better not be Kate cancelling our leave due to some emergency
>nope
>turns out we are getting medals!
>not just me, but Tam, Lil' Tom and Sgt. McPurr too
>lets see
>Aquila Squadron is being awarded as well, I think they were the ones that flew air cover for us when we assaulted Megalith
>let see one Field Marshall McArthain...
>didn't we help him with the "Three Valleys Dam" back on Chyna Secundus?
>and last but not least the Lord Governator is giving Sir Duke Wenceslaus I an award as well
>Yeah, thats the knight that helped us with the ork shipyard a few days ago...
>the award ceremony is at 1900hrs local time at the Governator's Palace in Port Mosley
>after giving Lil' Tom and Tiny Tam the good news, the waitress comes by
>I order a cup of Recaf (no cream) and the Scintillian-pancakes with grox-bacon plate
>after that Tiny Tam and Lil Tom order their food
>as we wait I start reading the local news paper
>its called the "Port Mosley Aquila"

>>98787539

how dangerous are those ruins anon? I think I have something in mind.

>>98787566
by all means, cook
also any anons feel free to claim knight characters from one of the houses
Findláech = Macbeth + kingdom of Alba
Avalon = typical knight house, this is for Wenceslas Anon's story line
Dé Danann= ireland but the emerald isle is called that because of all the savage orks
Drăcule = not actually traitors but are secretly death cultists similar to the Bloodspun Web in Rogue Trader

>>98782560
>>98787183
>Be Martin Rask "The Executioner"
>The war meeting begins in earnest
>first is regarding Seven Boroughs, a Knight world Galmon tasks to Kronerburg and Mingmó
>next is to the Cat who he tasks to inform his master that the plans around the schlick require a new approach to force them under Galmon's rule and for them to be mass sacrificed
>Also tasks him to deliver a sword
>Finally theres Port Midway
>A hub for the Imperial Navy
>Our Lord wants it captured
>The plan is to sow corruption amongst the prisoners in the Penal facility
>I look to Lena
>I know herself and her Witches will be able to be more subtle then my lot

>Be Lena Rask "The Contriver"
>Marty looks to me
>After hearing everything I know what to do
"If you may permit a slight route change, I volunteer to sow corruption amongst the Penal populace. Once corruption is strong enough we shall break out the convicts with Martin's and my Cohorts to take over the Port"
>I'm certain Montana can wait
>Besides a victory such as that will inspire more confidence within Marty's cohorts

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>>98783639
>>98786935
>Be Inquisitor Morgan Le Fae
>We recieve a response from the acting chapter master and chief librarian
>"of course, we of the Covenant of Fire are loyal servants of the Imperium of mankind, you are free to interview any member of first company who were present at the time of the incident that the dark angels accuse us of, during their prisoner exfiltration"
>Vortigern frowns especially at the last bit
>But he leaves it alone
"Morgan you shall interview the 1st company. The Librarian will be mine to interview in room 27"
"Very well my Lord"
>We leave his library and I witness him lock it up
>We head down to the hanger of The Shadowed Blade
>Just in time for the transport carrying the acting chapter master to arrive
>He steps off and I dont sense anything off
>Albiet it's a light scry
>I get onto a valkyrie to head to the accused chapters battle barge with the intention of interviewing their first company

>Be Lord Inquisitor Vortigern
>Former Ordos Xenos turned Ordos Kabbalah Inquisitor
>Stepping onto my vessel is the Chief Librarian
"This way Librarian"
>I look over to some on standby Deathwatch marines and then get up
>Helping me to escort the Librarian to room 27
>An interrogation cell designed for interrogating Psykers
>Cuts off their access to the warp via a field powered by pariahs/blanks/nulls whatever name picks your fancy
>That combined with the dread a psyker feels around a Pariah makes it far more easier to interrogate them
>Plus I can always turn up the output
>I myself am not immune to its effects
>But I'm a stubborn old fool
>Had to be if my hair brained scheme to deal with the Tau on Sevastopol was to work
>5 former convicts assassinating a Tau ethereal and a planetary Governor
>2 still left standing whilst 3 died
>But regardless I best return to the task at hand
"Here we are"
>Room 27
>I open the door and it hisses
"In you go Librarian"

>>98787739
You have been mentioning Sevastopol for at least four years now on greentext threads, is it something that was fully fleshed out in a tabletop campaign, greentext thread, etc, or just an easter egg reference to previous characters?

>>98787805
Easter egg to Marcus Scumbag from Hell on Koronus a story thread I did as well as him having appeared in a number of Valhallan on X world threads. Its where Vortigern comes from as well originally. I was going to write up part 2 where it was the Sevastopol mission but I got writers block on it due to a mixture of full time employment with working hours that arent flexible and not being happy with the drafts even though I had the basic outline

>>98787739
>>98786935
>be Chapter Master Lebe Ashkeeper
"In you go Librarian"
>as i enter i feel a shiver of agony
>like untouchable knives slowly rubbing their blades along the inside of my scalp
>i grit my teeth, too much a show and he'll suspect something is a amiss but show no reaction and it would be far worse
>i am a librarian after all
"a room designed to torment those with connections to the warp. an impressive commitment to your work, Lord Inquisitor given your own nature."
>i have no way to sit in such a room so i make do standing across from the table as we begin
"my recollection of the events is such. We arrived at the Sea Forts following the purge of Hive Samar. I read the portents of the warp that a high ranking individual of the traitor Galmon's forces would be present and his apprehension would be a great boon in the defense of the sector."
>no lie, its why it would never have happened
"when we arrived we noticed the traitor was engaged in battle with the commander of the Dark Angels...."
>a small pause to simulate thought as if i was unsure of what to say next
"the traitor....had the mark of the 1st legion on his pauldron."
>i let that accusation settle like a pooled smelted ore being laid over a mold
"the traitor was then bested and requested his surrender to our chapter. The Dark Angels refused to hand him over and instead stated they would rather go into conflict with our chapter than hand the prisoner over"
>again no lie, though i leave the part of his order to not open fire on us first
"the Chapter Master, choose to not engage in combat with another chapter though remarked he would be reporting the incident to the sector command. That was when he was shot by a bolt round from the dark angel's side of the sea fort"
>i lean my head forward, letting a hint of pain show on my face to show this room affects me
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>>98787851
"i do not know if the Dark Angels were guilty or not. unlike them i do not presume to throw blame then retreat from a world in the midst of an active purge"
>truly the biggest mistake the Dark Angel could have made was retreating his company after such an incident thinking the inquisition would handle it
>if anything it makes them look more guilty though i dont believe the Lord Inquisitor will fully believe the events unfolded that way
>he doesn't need to, a seed of doubt can do wonders as my masters have shown me
"forgive my frustrations. I should not have spoken against the first chapter in such a way. Please think nothing of it but the embers of anger at my chapter master's condition."
>i hold the bridge of my nose for a moment as if i cannot endure the pain of the room much longer
"the rest of 1st company should have a similar story as mine."
>the room is actually quite powerful, i find myself having to act less and less but i keep myself composed
>i have endured agonys far greater than this
2/2

>>98787848
Hell I'm only able to really participate on these threads during my two 30 minute breaks at work or during the evening. Technically I have Sundays and Mondays off but on those days I just end up doing other things or resting up in anticipation of the next working week

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>>98782511
>>98782661
>be Anne Bonclaw
>we finally escape from that nightmare music festival
>zòrèy mwen ap sonnen
>we still stole their silverware though
>wraithbone sells for a pretty penny
>sadly that's were the good news ends
>our planned escape from Port St Solomon is fou'd
>imperial security has tripled since the cults were broken
>not to mention the active ork and pale ear attacks
>i sit bemoaning my fate while Grann and the rest of the assembled crew in the jungles of St Solomon recover our strength
>oh also MOBI-1 is still alive
>joy
>he had been killing orks for the last few days straight
>an entire ork Komando team set to wire St Solomon with explosives
>gone
>still the rest of the Tau fighters seem in higher spirits
>that puts them in singular company
>suddenly the vox wirs to life
"you dont know me, but i have an offer for you...protection to that ship the Schlick promised you and retreat to the warp"
>grann's fur stands on end as the voice speaks, some major bad houdoo coming from it
"and to whom do i speak?"
"it doesn't matter. I represent an interested party, and you'd need only do one thing for us."
"im not joining your gard trètè"
>the voice laughs like a sound of bones crackling like church glass
"i dont represent them...all you need to do is agree steal a submarine, and send it to club sexo to transport a certain individual to where he needs to go."
"i dont have a submarine"
>and i dont fancy my chances of stealing one with so many people up at arms
"you will."
"oh really? where am i going to get it?"
"you know where, just accept the offer of the gentlemen coming from your shadows and i trust you to pull off the rest"
>the vox line goes dead as i feel my tail twitch as true to the vox's word the pale ear's shadow walkers appear
"the boss requests your answer"
>i feel my fur tense as i nod
"tell him, ill meet him in person to give him my final answer soon"
>they nod as they retreat silent as they came

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>>98787739
>>98787851
>Be Lord Inquisitor Vortigern
>The room begins it's work
>I too feel it as even though I myself am not a psyker
>I still feel pariahs auras just to a lesser extent then what a psyker does
>"a room designed to torment those with connections to the warp. an impressive commitment to your work, Lord Inquisitor given your own nature."
>I take the compliment
>I sit down whilst he remains standing, the discomfort is palpable
>He recounts the events he knows of and what we know of
>Divining from the warp the presence of a high ranking Galmonite
>Kronerburg no doubt given how the Rasks haven't been seen, Zheng Yi is pirating and Mingmó wasnt there cause otherwise there would be alot more deaths via plagues
>he then speaks about there being a traitor marine
>One bearing the chapter icon of the 1st Legion
>I raise my right eyebrow
>I take it in whilst he continues recounting
>best let him air it all out first
>Next, the traitor requested to be taken prisoner by the Covenant but the Dark Angels refused
>The chapter master did not engage but would report the Dark Angels, he was then shot by a bolt round
>He leans his head forward attempting to display emotion
>I brush it off, such theatrics are beneath a marine even if it is over ones beloved chapter master
>he ends it by mentioning how the Dark Angels retreated from the world whilst implying guilt even though he claims he doesnt know if they are guilty
>he is frustrated mostly due to the conditions of his chapter master
>Understandable
>I look over to a wall and nod
>A scribe took notes
>Now my turn
"The Dark Angels are in the wrong for retreating from a still on going conflict. Quite frankly it's a bad and unnecessary habit of theirs given the return of their primarch"
>I stare the Librarian down
"Their company leader at least before he left gave us his own account, much lines up with your own story without the psyker details mind you."
>I bring out a dataslate
1/2

>>98787546
>Be Felinid Sergeant Kitten “Pussy In Boots” McPurr
>It turns out that Aerodrome-03 doesn’t have very good billets, so Morgan pulled some strings and got us sent to a resort just outside of Port Mosley
>Billeting at a resort for 48 hours of R&R
>That seemed pretty exciting at the time, but it turned out to be one of those lame resorts that moderately rich people take their families to
>So instead me and some fellow miscreants sneak out and invite ourselves into the neighboring resort of Club Gang Rave Mosley, a hotel belonging to a subsidiary hotel chain of the even more hardcore Club Sexo hotel chain
>A few hours of raves, drinking, drugs, strip clubs, more drugs, more drinking, a stolen room key off a roofied woman, a mini-orgy, and ten hours of sleep later, and I find myself waking up to the sound of my data-slate beeping
>I crawl over the sleeping bodies of three Felinid comrades and four horny hotel guests and check my data-slate for messages
>Ugh, I won a metal apparently, and have to go to the Governator’s Palace for a ceremony
>I would much rather spend more time getting high and banging the sons and daughters of the local elite with their 10/10 bodies granted by top tier genetics and subtle augment work
>Luckily I have a few more hours to kill, but then I will have to sober up, wash off, figure out where the Palace is and how to get to it, what to wear, do we even have dress uniforms? Or should I just steal a dress?
>Ugh, even thinking about the amount of work it will take to get this medal is ruining my buzz

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These threads make me realize the people who banned quests were right all along.

>>98787951
"The company went to the Coral Forts thanks to the presence of a high ranking Galmonite, engaged in combat against a traitor dark angel, got into a heated argument over the prisoner and then a shot rang out"
>I then subtly turn up the pariah field akin to how a culexus turns up their Animus speculum
"There is one slight difference in the two accounts. The Company commander also did not engage in combat against The Covenant of Fire and the two chapters were in a stand off before the shot rang out."
>I narrow my eyes
"Of course your fellow brothers shall be interrogated by Inquisitor Morgan for their own testimonies. Once I have accounts from them I shall compare them to your own and the Dark Angels"
>I put both hands on the table
"Now for clarity, you are being interrogated by me simply as I have more experience with psykers compared to Morgan."
>I lean back
"For now we shall sit in silence in this room whilst she works and wait for her return"
>I am punishing this librarian by keeping him here
>Just a small amount for now until I render complete judgement

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>>98782661
>>98787936
>Be Archon Hoyt
>Still staring at the phone when I feel a the crawling dark of the Mandrakes
"She comes soon master. The final answer will be in person"
>I lean back in my chair lighting up a Cohiba and taking a drag
"Good work, feel free to return to your hunting grounds. Orks, chaos monkeigh, regular monkeigh. Just leave Bonclaw's lot be got it, oh one of you give her the coordinates for the base"
>The Mandrakes nod and disappear
>One leaving to relay the coordinates of our base
>Once I am alone the phone rings
>I pick it up
"Hoyt speaking"
>On the other end is a woman's voice
"Kali returned to us with a bountiful gift Hoyt. We thank you immensely for the new slaves and the new crops. We shall see if we can unite the 4 other fingers together to form a hand"
"Very well, its a pleasure doing business with you as usual Ms Benoît"
"Please its Mrs Benoît now. Tied the knot a while back"
"Well congratulations, I look forward to the next meeting. I've got to go now, toodles"
>We both hang up
>So I lean back and keep smoking
>I've probably got a couple other calls coming up
>As well as the meeting soon
>Best enjoy what I can before returning to Commorragh
>Agony and The Deviant enter my office and take their seats
>Its the little things in life
>Nothing more pleasurable then smoking with your underlings
>Had Vaas not gone off to do as Cegorach wills he'd be cracking jokes with us
>I am sad to lose that investment
>But I know better then to fuck with one of the only Gods who escaped She Who Thirsts without getting shattered or jarred

>>98785597
>>98785720
>Be Farseer Isendavar
>Ah yes
>Lovely
>"bah, no need elgi-seer. I know the legality of what the Lord Peregrine intends."
>Oh very well
>At least we walk to our destination
>The Squats seem troubled as well
>Pursuit of the abhumans is not something I concern myself with
>"still, if it were your own group of kinsworn on the executioners stand id imagine you be swift to anger as well"
"Indeed, I would be angry, but mindful that unleashing it could lead to them getting into worse trouble. Let us focus on separating the innocent from the wicked."
>"and to be honest, i just wanted to flatten that thin beard's nose."
"Oh I understand, some things are best settled the old-fashioned way."
>Lawyers and jurists aren't popular even among Eldar
>We arrive at the gates of the prison camp
>They are unlocked as we go in
>All of them are whimpering, chained up and gloomily staring ahead
>I do wonder what Mon'keigh do that could produce such creatures as this
>Most of them are barely sapient
>Constantly sliding between manhood and beastliness
>And the inquistion has decided to take a direct approach
>Not what I would have done
>But I am not an inquisitor
>And with the puppet of the crow temporarily blind he knows not what I know
>The errant knight has come before the king, and he shall be judged leal
>And he shall return a herald of his father
>But such mystic symbolism will have to wait
>For I have prisoners to judge
>And I have a technique to weed out those who have given themselves over to the ruinous powers
>I tell it to Merduin, who grumpily nods
>I come to a halt before the statue of the great golden mon'keigh
>And announce my intent
"Those of you who are pure, those who have rejected the vile forces of the immaterium in both mind and heart shall be spared, this shall not harm you. But those of you who have given themselves to the darkness, shall be obliterated in both body and mind."
>I raise my hand
"Lecai."
>Pure white light comes forth

>>98782564
>Be Master Ysberin
>If that is what you require of me, I shall do it
>My blade is yours
>Always and ever
>Loyalty is its own reward
>But he requires me to return to where I began
>Not to Kronus shall I go with my brothers
>No, I shall finish that which I should have ended
>And this time there shall be none who will question my alligence
>I look to the cloth draped in my hands
>A banner bestowed upon me by the Lion
>To be his herald, his representative in the Nordica sector
>My diligence has been rewarded
>And because I am the one with the most experience in the sector I was chosen
>Operations must be continued
>Fallen brought to heel
>And no more shall the righteous be judged by wicked
>I have hardend my stance somewhat
"New orders, we're going back to the Nordica Sector."
"What for? Did we not-"
"His orders, do we need any other reason?"
>Even if he somehow slips past the inquisition
>Even if his officers go along with him
>And what has been a mystery is now obvious
>No snipers I brought, and yet someone makes a perfect shot to cripple, not kill, a chapter master wearing Power Armour of the highest sort
>I know the work of the XXth when I see it
>I don't know if you were always an agent
>Or merely corrupted
>I will drag you out to justice
>You and your Alpha Legion buddies
>And if need be I'll destroy your chapter as well

>>98781782
>>98787546
>Be me, Field Marshall Fergus Angus Kenneth McArthain, Clan Chief of Clan McArthain
>I luik at ma new marshal's baton
>Fer some reason he skipped aw the general ranks
>Aw the better I suppose
>His airmy is sweatin wi men
>An a mere colonel shouldnae be commandin generals
>Och weel, vacation is ower
>Tae bad
>I like gaun huntin
>I cam tae orbit ower Pacifica
>I cannae thole warm wather
>Gie me the glen an the muirs
>I brocht my brither alang this time, an my cousins, uncles, an a hale heap o ither noble kin
>Apperantly A'v been gien the Macharian Cross an Laurels o Command
>Fur ma braw leadership abilities nae doot
>The medals make fine compliments to my promotion
>Oh yes, I can speak the King's Gothic
>I wasn't born in castle and shunted from boarding school to boarding school to speak like some Drookian farmer
>Its just that, you know, tawkin like yer ayeweys blootered an ready tae split skulls maks yer foes unnerestimate ye
>As wi' that Ratling
>Luck o' the Ratlings, ye say?
>Luck rins oot, ye ken
>A telt Bannerman A'd come ower eence A got ma new medals
>But first, time fur a bite o eating
>But whaur’s a guid restaurant
>Hmm, ah, thae catmen
>Wha seem tae be aye an anywhaur
>If it’s guid eneuch fur them, it’s guid eneuch fur me
>Me an ma brither, cousin, an brither-in-law aa tak seats
>Let’s see whit local fare tastes like
>Canna be waur nor haggis

>>98787739
>Be Inquisitor Morgan Le Fae
>Ended up taking some scions with me just as a precaution
>Though the Covenant are scions of the gentle Vulkan
>I also bring along scribes with cogitators to write down the words of the Marines
>Watch Captain Carver joins me in this effort as well even if I suggested he stayed behind to work on conducting killteams against Xenos still on the planet
>The Valkyrie lands in the hanger bay of the Covenant's battle barge
>The Scions step out first followed by myself and Carver
>His eyes glance around the hanger as a serf walks up
>I present my rosette as proof of my status as Inquisitor
>If somehow the Valkyrie, Scions and Deathwatch Marine didn't prove my rank enough
"How may we assist you Inquisitor?"
"Inform the 1st company to come to the hanger bay, I will be conducting interviews regarding what people saw where at the Sea Coral Forts between the chapter and the Dark Angels"
>The serf bows to go gather the Marines
>No doubt there will be alot of processing
>Emperor grant me strength to conduct this investigation
>Thankfully I've got plenty of energy for this
>Paperwork is nothing compared to being awake three days straight scrying enemy positions for bombardments

>>98789090
>>98781643
>>98785720
>be Sargent Packmaster Rùoshuǐ
>as we are arranged facing the statue of the Jade Emperor two figures enter the camp
>one is a squat with a beard that seems to hang past his knees held up by machines
>the other is lithe and graceful with pointed ears
>I've heard rumors of eldar but id never thought id see one
>"Those of you who are pure, those who have rejected the vile forces of the immaterium in both mind and heart shall be spared, this shall not harm you. But those of you who have given themselves to the darkness, shall be obliterated in both body and mind."
>my heart drops as i look behind me for a moment
>all the Emperor's Forsaken who have endured this thus far seem to be thinking what im thinking
>this is it, we're dead
>i take a breath and try to be a proper example
>i stare as he raises his hand and speaks
>"Lecai."
>white light starts from his hand then becomes a blinding light
>my eyes tear up as every piece of my body screams to look away but tense my arms and force myself to stare ahead
>all i can think about is how far the Emperor's Forsaken have come
>from a penal legion on Chyna Secundus, to the deserts of Pershah Gulf, the stone tunnels of Smethwick's End, to now facing my end by execution for being captured by the enemy
>i did so much more than i ever thought a mistake like me could see or do
>and wu
真爱会表现出勇敢
面对死亡,承受燃烧的惩罚
我会永远爱你
>I look up as i stare harder into the light
>whatever happens
>its been a better life than a meatshield like me could have hoped for

>>98783422
>>98781651
>be Bilby Bagend
>the bastards are packing up camp again
>nae gonna to do them any good
>we picked off 5 more of them and set explosives on their corpses
>old trick my a-her taught me during the kovid plagues
>i admit this is an odd feeling
>knowing your gonna die
>we have to leave enough of a trial for Karl's scouts to follow but not enough the schlick can get the drop on us
>they seem to be in a hurry to find something
>either shelter or something worse
>if its tae former we'll mine the shit out of it with the last of our explosives and let Karl's scouts catch us afterwards
>if its the former?
>well that's why we're getting a bit more forward
>blow out a kneecap, wait for some pervy bastard to try and help his brother in arms up, (or more likely loot em) then blow their brains out
>in perticular we're looking to kill the command structure now
>only the main bitch in charge is keeping them moving towards whatever she's marchin' towards
>we havent been able to get a line of sight on her, so her slags are the next best thing
>i feel a shiver run down my spine that i canne explain
"e's 'ere"
"whose?"
"the big red bollock himself..."
>McArthain
>...
>maybe im not as unfeared of death as i thought i was
>lets hurry this up, lads

>>98782512
>>98790108
>Be Wu Baoyu, sentinel powerlifter operator and foreman
>I keep working hard
>Beating sweat off my brow amongst my colleagues
>Waiting, praying for good news
>A report comes through the grapevine
>A judgement of psychic energy is being delivered
>I stop moving and clutch the ring I saved all my earnings for Rùoshuǐ
>The time we fought together on Chyna Secondus
>Greeting her back from Pershah
>Being by her side after her near fatal wounds at Smethwick
>I look over to a statue of the Jade Emperor
>It is a small statue, one we the Chynese came together to purchase
>A symbol of he on the throne eternally watching over us
>I walk over to it and kneel
>Joined by several other workers
>Clasping my hands in prayer
>Closing my eyes
玉皇大帝啊,若弱水被判有罪,恳请您赐予她仁慈的来世。愿您的慈爱眷顾那些被遗弃之人,并赐予他们怜悯与宽恕
>A humble prayer of forgiveness for those condemned by others
>I will not give up on them
>I will pray until they are saved
>Even if others may leave to resume their work flow
>I will stay and pray
>For prayer is the one power that cannot be forced out of my hands

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>be Sir Duke Wenceslaus I
>first son of House Avalon
>i sit in a chapel erected in the reclaimed port Suraban
>the purge of the orks continues as the heavy jungles obscures their remaining bases but for the most part the island is taken
>i should be celebrating
>another glorious tale to add to my legend
>to the code chivalric
>but im not
>im praying for guidance
>when i first undertook the rite of the freeblade the court was in chaos
>the son of the then high king and successor to the house Avalon choosing to take the banner freeblade
>but i had my reasons
>i longed to save lives, not play games of politics. What good is a knight who sits behind walls when the galaxy burns?
>and more so than that
>my brother Boleslaus I
>i saw in him hate
>and it hurt me
>i fled because i knew how much he desired the prestige of being heir to House Avalon and in my heart i did not want to kill him
>twisted as he was or is, he was still my brother. I still love him as such.
>i look up to the carved throne, made of simple tied together palm branches
>i have prayed in the golden halls of Sisters of Battle, and in the lowest trench shrines
>i did not believe until now the God Emperor picked which prayers he heard
>but i am still lost
>with the death of our father there is no choice, i must return home
>all knights of Sevenboroughs must return home when the high king is dead, regardless of battlefield or prior oath
>but it's more than that for me
>to bury the great king and even greater man, truely
>but now i have seen on this world the tragedies that come when one is weak
>i could not save the ship's crew from the undead xenos
>i would have died if not for Paige's intervention
>justice without strength is helplessness
>i must become stronger
>the Good King has served me well
>in a way i have bonded to it's noble heart more closely than any words spoken or written could say
>but the path before me is clear now
>i must take up the green knight, the throne of Sevenboroughs

>>98789090
>>98790108
>Be Farseer Isendavar
>The light engulfs the camp
>Even behind it I can sense it
>Pleas, prayers
>And a few curses against me
>For sending them to their new masters a bit too soon
>Purple tints in their eyes and a degenerate spirit behind them
>But, eventually, the light fades
>And what lies before me are the abhumans who remain
>The guilty have been reduced to ash
>Including their leader
>I don't know what pushes Mon'keigh to such cruelty
>It isn't out of boredom, like our ancestors did
>I can't help but pity you
>And your kind
>Even if you by your own nature repulse me
>I unlock the cuffs with the telekinesis
"You have rejected the allure of She-who-thirsts, unlike your predecessor, who has fully given herself over."
>I let silence fall over us
"I shall go back to your lord, he shall most likely set you free, but nevermore shall you sail upon one of his ships. That path has been closed to you. For both ill and better, but you will be free. Perhaps he'll allow you to take your lover, but do not seek revenge. It would be folly to try, and he and his heirs can and will retaliate if you make the attempt. But."
>I raise a singular finger
"You are free, free from commissars, free from Rogue Traders, if you go and part ways with Bannerman you destiny shall be in your hands and your hands alone."
>I say not another word
>I leave
>To inform both Peregrine and prepare for what's to come
>I have a feeling something is about to go wrong
>Terribly wrong
>And I must be on my feet

>>98785299
>>98790108
>>98790357
>>98789462
>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader
>Zzzzzzzz
>*yawn*
>Nothing like an afternoon nap
>Is it time for that meeting yet?
>I honestly have no idea why the Covenant of Fire of all people is so eager to cut a deal
>I mean, they can just transport that forge back to homebase
>I am not going to sign over the planet to them
>The function of Pershah isn't to provide promethium
>Its function is to allow me to manipulate the price of said promethium
>Think of it like a hose
>And some naughty rascal decides to step on it
>The water will build up before the foot
>And when it releases it releases in droves
>I keep my boot on it
>And the promethium market dances to my tune
>If I say the sector prize is a 100 thrones per barrel
>It will be a 100 thrones per barrel
>Extracting more will drive down prizes
>And we can't have that, now can we?
>I also get a lot of notifications
>Ohohoho, Fergus, my dear chap
>You have been so good as to join us
>Jolly good
>I will send over the top trio to attend the ceremony
>Those three will most likely want to talk to Wenceslaus
>I still have loose ends to tie up
>Like those abhumans
>Finally
>Isendavar comes over and says he and Merduin have concluded the purge
>Excellent
>I get into my staff car
>Drive out to the camp
>There I connect my voxcast to the loudspeakers
"Congratulations on surviving the purge, I have decided to set you free, and cut you lose as well. In other words, all of you are fired, permanently. Go and play in the jungle, cheerio now."
>We then drive off
>While the guards unlock the gates
>I then contact my chief of staff
"Began the embarkation process, I want our troops ready for shipment, and use the scent hounds if need be."
>There won't be any stowaways
>Not this time around
>And what the dogs won't rip to shreds
>The troops can shoot
>Or the Jokaero

>>98782958
>Be Overlord Menthesuphis the Horticulturist
>Pimpelidimplelidoo
>I am at my happiest when I can work on things
>Don't let my nickname deceive you
>My list of titles, honours and nicknames is as big as Sobek's
>I am also a bit of a architect
>After all, a good garden needs a fountain or two
>Or a nice gazebo
>Statue
>Whose to say you can't built a garden around the pylons?
>I quiver with delight
>Speaking of which
>I pull up the tomb status
>Oh dear
>5,9% structural integrity
>Well that needs to be fixed
>Or I am only putting out small fires
>I left my foremost Geomancer on my new world
>Nas'Deev is a egomaniac who couldn't disarm a nuclear bomb
>But he is good at his job
>Or was he a she
>I don't remember
>I scratch my necrodermis brow
>Why did I do that?
>I don't itch anymore
>Well, while my team of geomancers try to fix the deeper structural issues
>And the scarabs provide a stopgap solution
>I go and check on my other project
>Even more kidnappings have taken places
>More humans to dissects
>It won't be finished soon
>Although
>Creating a plant capable of walking and talking would be step one
>Project Dryad is my most brilliant idea yet
>There is the matter of the soul
>But if we don't need them, they don't either!
>Or perhaps they'll develop one on their own
>Either way
>I look on with great interest as the biomancers graft plant matter into a human

>>98790357
wait so what happened to Rùoshuǐ?
you phrased it like she died but then mentioned Zheng Yi Sow and taking your lover

>>98790596
No, I intended to make it she lived, perhaps I phrased it awkwardly, though I don't like to kill off other peoples characters without permission outside of combat.

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>>98790501
>>98789462
>be Lady Marie de Antoi'nette Clouseau Poirot de Nicolett
>with the missive sent to one Sir Duke Wenceslaus I, he requested time to grieve
>a customary 24 hours is given but then his duty calls and my payment awaits
>what an ugly dismal planet this is
>storms, heat, insects
>really i dont understand why so many peons enjoy the beach
>perhaps i just dislike how sand gets in my augmetics
>still there is plenty to enjoy on this world
>such as the fact Bannerman is so busy playing around with his animals that he frankly should have just killed already
>the stink of them will remain on his ship forever likely
>not that one could notice
OHOHOHOHOHOHO
>as i set under the pavilion where the meeting is taking place i look over the ambassador from the Covenant of Fire
>he's not the same homme who invited me
>but he's arrangement of gifts is impressive
>since the "good lord bannerman" is busy i take first pick of the offerings
>a digital weapon ring to replace the one i lost on Pershah Gulf
>it fits like a glove
>ill have to order one of the lower classes be blamed for some mistake so i can try it out on them aboard my ship
>as im about to perhaps enjoy another the old fool finally arrives
>with his pet monkey in tow
>oh and also the Jokaero
>i can tell he's wondering what im doing here
>i decide to force once not approach him as i fan my face gesturing to the Covenant of Fire Marine
>who now that we're both here can finally begin the meeting

>>98790596
>>98790602
Oh that's unfortunate, I'll delete my wu post.

>>98790632
no leave it, im going to work it in here to the story

>>98790637
Aight, sorry man I'll repost

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>>98789462

>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy", leader of "Tom's Roughnecks"
>be on vacation in Port Mosley...
>be at this little cafe waiting for my breakfast
>be also reading the newspaper as well
>the archenemy has been routed from the world entirely, and the orks are losing ground
>so it seems to me that we will be leaving soon
>but there is some more grim news...
>contact with Ganges-III has been lost and the Chapter Master of the Covenant of Fire has been assassinated
>both give me a sinking feeling that things are only going to get worse in this sector...
>as the waitress comes back with our drinks
>I look up to see a high-ranking Imperial Guard officer approach
>I Field Marshall by the look of the uniform
>I get up and salute
>only taking a seat when he signals to be at ease
>then comes our breakfast
>the grox-bacon and Scintillian-pancakes are the best meal since our outing on Chyna Secundus
>damned shame the officer's rations can't be this good
>hopefully this time the city does not come under attack...
>AGAIN


Where art thou Tiny Tam and Lil' Tom anon?

>>98790602
gotcha
>>98790649
all good
>>98790561
>>98790501
>>98790357
>be Merduin Longestbeard
>so it is finished
>so many of the beastmen reduced to ash and charred corpses
>though its hard to tell if its because of their nature or the actual taint on them
>umgak Elgi magic
>also typical of the elgi as soon as he's done he packs up and leaves others to clean up the mess
>unlike him, i intend to honor the dead
>i wander through the lost and mourning forsakken
>even if i hold no love for beastmen its the least i can do to honor the dead
>i lay runes of forgiveness over the survivors, carved from stone and rock mined from Howgill
>at last i come to the crumpled form of their leader
>her back is smoking and her body fell forward
>even in her death she tried to set an example for her kin
>i take a rune of forgiveness and rest it against her back
ᛗᚨᚤ᛫ᚤᛟᚢᚱ᛫ᚨᚭᚲᛖᛊᛏᛟᚱᛊ᛫ᚹᛖᛚᚲᛟᛗᛖ᛫ᚤᛟᚢ,᛫ᚾᚱᚨᛋᛖ᛫ᛟᚭᛖ (May your ancestors welcome you, brave one)
>suddenly she stirs
>i fall backwards in shock and my beard is pulled forward by my drones

1/2

>>98790697
>be Sargent Packmaster Rùoshuǐ
>for a moment i feel pain
>and then nothing
>im at peace
>i look up and i see a light
>unlike the other light this one doesn't hurt
"你好,若水"
>i lift my head to see her
>saint Jia Xichun
>her face is like the moon
"你受苦太久了,我愿意赐你一个恩惠。我会让你摆脱痛苦"
>i nod tears flowing
"但有一个人在为你祈祷。我选择了他在这黑暗时期成为一束光。所以你还不能休息。原谅我"
"w-wait please.....no more...i can't be what the Forsaken need me to be!"
"可怜的孩子。你其实已经是了"
>pain unlike any i have ever known shoot through my body as im pulled back to the land of the living
>I want to scream but my throat is dry
>i feel hands rush to my back as voices i can recognize start trying to figure out how to preform medical care
>im laid on my side as several hands begin trying to aid my recovery
"the wounds are healing....this shouldn't be possible"
"feth whats possible! get me some gauze!"
>i gingerly reach a hand up to my face and i begin to weakly laugh
>the scars that spelled out "grox cum dump" are gone
>im free
>...
>fuck, why do i feel like i missed something important
2/2

>>98790161
>Be Wu Baoyu, sentinel powerlifter operator and foreman
>My hands are sore from the clutching
>I'm the only one still kneeling
>When word comes down the grapevine again
>Judgement was delivered
>Many dead
>Among them the leader of the Emperor's Forsaken
>Rùoshuǐ
>The woman who was once without a name
>Merely a title
>A Meat Shield
>Enduring all trials sent her way
>Only to be snuffed out like so many
>tears shed from my eyes over the grief of losing her
>I didnt get the chance to propose
>But I did say I would protect the Emperor's Forsaken
>Clutching the ring tightly I rise up
>Wipe the tears from my eyes and walk to my workers
>Before my speech I write a letter down
>A declaration of resignation
>One I put onto the bay I work ins break room
>I leave the room and make for my sentinel
>I climb a top my Sentinel and stand proud
>Speaking in the Chynese language to my fellows
"Workers of the bay, today what remains of the Emperor's Forsaken will return to us, I feel it in my soul. Those abhumans who we fought alongside with on Chyna and left our home to travel the stars need our support, though we have supported them on the homestead we must now join them wherever they may be. If that means we may be punished for abandoning our shifts then so be it. You may join me in going down to the planet or you can stay behind, but I know I cannot stay here, not when they are down there."
>I get into my sentinel fully
>I shall take Tiankui with me
>A piece of my home walks with me as does the picture of Rùoshuǐ i keep on the display
>Bannerman is preparing to send stuff to and from the world
>I shall use this opportunity to sneak down to the planet
>I will find Bilby and the other Abhumans and join them in whatever they do next
>I promised the woman I loved that
>So time to leave
>Farewell Chyna town
>You were a good home, but it isnt the same if there are no abhumans in the district
Thank God for desuarchive

>>98790704
>>98790697
>Be Wu Baoyu
>I make sure before I leave to recover Luna
>Shes up and walking again thanks to the augment she was able to recieve
>It would be wrong to leave her here
>I doubt Bannerman would return her to Chyna
>She gets in and I begin to pilot my sentinel to the hanger bays
>My resignation letter has yet to reach the higher ups
>The wonders of bureaucracy
>Couldn't escape it so I might as well use it
>I am able to get transported down with a simple phrase
"Theres bound to be something too heavy for a team of strong men right?"
>After all its a sentinel powerlifer
>I shall do some work planetside to further add to my story
>And when the time is right
>Run deep into the jungle
>Find Bilby and the rest of the Forsaken
>I shall turn my sentinel back to being a machine that protects mankind
>It fuels the war efforts by carrying burdens
>It shall carry the burden to protect
>As we all should do
>It is the teachings of Saint Jia Xichun to protect your fellow man
>Because together mankind in all its forms can face the darkness
>Its how many abhumans could survive the nocturnal sweepings
>Because fellow humans took them into their homes
>To prevent them being swept away by the uncaring mindless ants that were the Sweepers

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>>98790672
>>98789462
>be Tiny Tam
>im still waking up
>feth
>i dont know why we had to get up so early, this is the first time in months
>POSSIBLY my whole life
>that i got to sleep in a bed with real stuffing
>my hair is a mess and Lil Tom but real breakfast helps
>Scintillian-pancakes...
>that gets my attention
>i take a bite and my aches and pains and worrys fade away
>oh holy emperor's fluffy tail...
>i heard rumors of pancakes on Nordica II growing up
>apparently all felinids love them
>now i get why
>this is better than anything ive ever had in my entire life
>as i eat i slowly get told what everyone else has been aware of for hours
>we're getting medals
>id rather get pancakes
>i mean this will be my first award ceremony since Nordica II and the promotion of Lord Commissar Kate
>but i mean cmon
>something is going to happen
>i know it, Dad knows it
>really everyone knows it
>suddenly everyone stands to attention and i follow suit
>with a mouthful of pancake
>as i look over i see the glare of Lil tom and kick his shin
>what's got his tail crooked

>be Lil Tom
>its him
>that big CO Bilby warned me about
>ive been getting vox reports about their situation
>but i didnt tell Lt Tom
>mainly because there is nothing we can do about it
>still it makes my blood boil that while good troops
>troops who taught me everything i know are set to be executed
>their commanding officers are getting plates of smelly pale lumps to eat
>...
>wait what the feth is that?
>i take a seat back at the table as i pick at my food
>the hand vox at my side still running as i carefully listen in for reports
>suddenly i drop my fork
>that can't be right
>i listen in and my stomach drops
"Packmaster of the Emperor's Forsakken has been declared dead by eldar execution...."
>i look over the table as i process this news
>i...
>she can't be right?
>...
>Lt Tom notices my pale face as i process how to break the news
>>98790672
working on trying to figure out how to fit the orks in, also schooling

>>98787532
>>98787649

>be Lord Galmon, chaos war lord, Lord of the Scions of Galmon
>my scion Mingmo raises her concerns
"Even so....this one must inform her lord that even should a traitor knight be found, lifted to the throne, and the most loyal knights accept such an oath to your whims...many more will not to conquer such a defended world would require an army in the millions..."
>she is not wrong
"Be that as it may, I have something instore for this world. An associate of mine has, something that will tip the balance in our favor"
>yes... the Dark mechanicum will give the Imperials quite the shock of their insignificant lives
>then I look to the Rask twins
>Lena "The Contriver" speaks up
"If you may permit a slight route change, I volunteer to sow corruption amongst the Penal populace. Once corruption is strong enough we shall break out the convicts with Martin's and my Cohorts to take over the Port"
>yes... the two do work well together
>I nod
"You may do so. There would be no point in starting an uprising on St. Montana so long that Port Midway remains active"
>then I hear Kronerbergs signature laugh
"Reeehehehehehehe!"
>I look at my sorcerer
"Have something to add Kronerberg"
>he stands
"Oh yes my lord! my whispers tell me that a Space Hulk lurks in the warp not far from Port Midway. With the Lamp of Souls, and the right ritual, I can bring it into real space, right in the middle of the Port. My whispers tell me the creatures on board will give the Imperials great trouble!"
>hmmm
>that is a gamble...
>It would put the Lamp of Souls at risk
>but the havoc that Space Hulk would bring would be most beneficial
>so I look to Lena, this is now her operation after all...
>I will let her decide if the Lamp of Souls is to be used to bring forth a Space Hulk

>>98790611
>>98790501
>>98781509
>be Company Commander Axum
>so much has happened
>the entire first company as expected is being interrogated by the Inquisition
>leaving only the small company i brough with me to handle the purging of the orks and preparations should the necrons attack again
>thankfully the necrons have seemingly returned to the ocean for the time being leaving us time to prepare proper counter measures and expeditions to the tomb world
>blackstone is a highly prized resource for the Lord Commander after all
>and reports are there is an entire manufactorum of the mechanicus on world
>yet while all this is happening
>im stuck waiting to speak with two individuals who epitomize greed
"Company Commander Axum greets both Lady Nicolett and Lord Bannerman. This meeting is to discuss the creation of a fortress monestary and recruitment world on Pershah Gulf. As you both own hive cities on the world both of you must be included in the negotiations."
>dealing with one is bad enough, but given her technical owning of Hive Ar'Saudi even as a penal colony, she is eligible for the same offer
"this would label the world an astarties fortress and make it free from the imperial tithe for up to 100 years. In addition to the oath of loyalty having an astaries world would offer you both..."
>it is hardly what id call pleasing to imagine what these two would do with a bodyguard of Covenant of Fire Space Marines but the acting chapter master has a point
>this sector is set to endure many more conflicts as is. too many brothers have died for us to continue at this pace without recruitment and having a secure world to refill stocks of asperants and serfs would be a titanic boon to the chapter. In addition the Forge of Vulkan is built into the mountains, the technology within is long forgotten by the smiths of the imperium or tech cults. Any damage in attempting to move it would be a loss greater than the entire Nordica Campaign so far
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>>98790865
>to put it simply, no matter how much i abhor it, Pershah Gulf MUST be turned into a permanent location for the Covenant of Fire and thus any price must be paid to these two to make that happen
>the only hope i have is that they might snub the other into reducing the price that will be paid by the chapter to spite each other
>but God Emperor and Vulkan help me if they decided to work together
>i wonder if Vulkan ever had to deal with such people in the great crusade
>i wonder if Kaleb did...
>i lean forward
>i will not yield, the chapter needs me to fight with my words and negotiation tactics then i shall overcome this trial as well
>the sons of vulkan shall emerge victorious this day
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>>98787649
>>98790817
>Be Lena Rask 'The Contriver'
>Lord Galmon nods
>"You may do so. There would be no point in starting an uprising on St. Montana so long that Port Midway remains active"
>That is true
>From what last we were told whilst the Natives of Montana are swaying to Khorne we'd still need some time to properly combine them under Martin's cohorts
>But prisoners will be easier, theres more of an incentive to listen to our words and join up with their liberators
>then a laughter echoes
>Oh joy Kronerburg
>according to him, there is a space hulk in the warp
>should the right ritual be done with the Lamp of Souls we can spread further chaos with whatever is on the hulk
>That is a tempting offer
>However a slight problem occurs at least to me
>Kronerburg risked himself getting killed just getting the Lamp
>I also don't trust him much
>But I should take opportunities when they come up
>I shall have the backing of coven to corrall whatever is on that Hulk
"I shall take you up on this gamble oh Deranged One. But know if this backfires and the relic is lost then it'll be your head on a pike. What do you say Marty?"
>I look to my big brother

>Be Martin Rask 'The Executioner"
>I quite frankly don't trust this plan at all
>The rage is telling me to rip the Deranged's head clean off
>Though I should stay my hand for now
>I am asked a question by Lena
>I look to her and then to Galmon, then finally to Kronerburg
"Should Lord Galmon permit it, then I shall do as an Executioner does and punish the one condemned."
>That should be a suitable answer I suppose

>>98789462
>>98790672
>>98790789
>Be Field Marshall McArthain
>The cat salutes
>A salute back
>Noo, whit’s on the menu?
“Whit the fuck’s a calamari”
>Oh Malcolm you daft git
"Fried inkfish, this is a tropical warld, sae hauf the menu is fish"
"A dinnae like the sound o that, hiv they nae fish an chips"
"Hoo the deil should I ken, ye at least ken hoo tae read, dinnae ye"
"Haud yer wheesht Fergus, coorse I ken hoo tae read"
>Syne why dinnae ye dae it, ye waste o' cuntspace?
>An' juist tae keep Cousin Alasdair oot o' ma hair I shut him up as weel
“An' ye keep quait, the ae fish ye like is herrin'.”
>Can ye no even hae a fine denner thir days
>Ah order some local drappie
>As weel as roastit pig wi pineapple
>Thankfully the crack turns tae mair sonsie topics
"Hoo wis Terraustralis, Fergus?"
"Guid, Cousin Bruce sees tae the bizness, minin an sheep are on the up. Went Ork huntin, an Bruce took me tae see the locals warsle crotalids."
>An fae the ootback back hame
>Ha
>Back tae ma ancestral estates
>Aye, the clans are in agreement
>Killagarie, Crambell, and McDuck
>Fuckin Scruige McDuck
>A greater penny pincher disnae exist
>But he's honest
>And his loyalty is firm
>Hmm
>Why dae I feel een sterrin intae ma back?
>Ah aye
>Catman jr
"Whit's wrang wi ye laddie? Cannae a man enjoy his last day o holiday in peace?"

>>98787985
I quite enjoy them as an excuse to writefag occasionally, and for their semi-rational levels of autism.
Like, teenagers writing in their notebooks levels, instead of completely non-functional adult levels.

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>>98790501
>>98790611
>>98790865
>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader
>I decided to give Fergus the day off until he has received his medals
>Its only fair
>And unfortunately for me I am sucked into a most fatiguing meeting with two things that greatly bore me
>Nicoletts
>And space marines
>"Company Commander Axum greets both Lady Nicolett and Lord Bannerman. This meeting is to discuss the creation of a fortress monestary and recruitment world on Pershah Gulf. As you both own hive cities on the world both of you must be included in the negotiations."
>You want something and I have it
>Cut the claptrap
>"this would label the world an astartes fortress and make it free from the imperial tithe for up to 100 years. In addition to the oath of loyalty having an astaries world would offer you both..."
>Oh lovely, tax exemptions
>Anything else?
>If I needed spess muhrines I'd ask Fergus
>A clan member is in the Storm Wardens if I heard the stories
>Thankfully Isendavar filled in some blank spots about what happened and where
>And I have some questions
"And I trust you settled the matter about the forge with the main Salamander Chapter? It is their creation, legally speaking."
>And as to the sea forts
>I couldn't care less about what either Marie or Axum will blather in response
"And what in good heavens name where you doing on those sea forts?"
>I cut him off
"I am not interested in the 'Dark Angels shot first' nonsense, I was there, your Chapter Master threw the first punch, didn't he?"
>Lucky am I for counting an Eldar amongst my friends
>And perhaps you weren't there
>But I find it strange to cry bloody murder about something you yourself provoked

>>98790979
>>98790865
>be Company Commander Axum
>as always Lord Bannerman speaks first and demands harder
"i have no idea what unfolded on the sea forts. I'm third company. First Company was the one involved with the 1st chapter. And the Inquisition will soon clear them of any wrong doings."
>i hope
>or should i hope otherwise given what Forgemaster Mandé said
>i pause as he continues as i take a moment to compose myself
"Chapter Master Sun'data Libros Malakor likely instigated the incident."
>i think honestly would be best
"in my time under his direct command, his desire to search out any secrets held by our allies more than once led to less optimal results that could have been avoided."
>i rest my gauntlet on the table
"but that is not why we are here is it. If you wish to learn what unfolded on that sea fort, you may do so. My concern is the sector at large and the fate of my chapter. That requires Pershah Gulf. If you wish to draw this out in some attempt to get me to admit guilt so you might be rid of me. then we are wasting time, both mine and yours. I am here for this purpose and i will not be swayed."
>i gesture to the various relics found in the forge of Vulkan
"the Salamanders company we contacted said that since we are Sons of Vulkan the Forge would be entrusted to our protection until such time as representatives of the 18th legion can arrive to label it a site of great importance until then it is our responsibility, both the forge and the relics within."
>again this is what i could gather from my briefing with Ashkeeper, the truth of such things were between him and Sun'data
"now is there anything you'd like to discuss unrelated to the matter of Pershah Gulf, or are you prepared to finally list your demands besides the exception from the imperial tithe."
>stored relics, oaths of service, protections of the oil rigs
>his demands could be anything and the same could go for Lady Nicolett
>yet my objective remains unchanged, despite their attempts

>>98790979
>>98791038
>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader
>Isn't that cute
>Well you were away so whatever
>A headstrong leader who butted heads with the most cryptic chapter around
>The joke writes itself
>More idealistic naivete
>I get up from my seat and take a look at items produced from the forge
>Quaint
>I look towards Jim, eating a banana
>"now is there anything you'd like to discuss unrelated to the matter of Pershah Gulf, or are you prepared to finally list your demands besides the exception from the imperial tithe."
"I the only thing I require from you is a written agreement that: One, you will not interfere with the local government. Two, you will properly garrison any monastery placed there. Three, that the remains of the blackstone is also open to archaeologists under my employ. Four, that you will not try to take those workers who are vital in both the agricultural and promethium sectors. And finally, any disputes between you and the local government will have to come before one of us, depending on whose territory it is."

>>98789156
>>98787951
>Be Master Ysberin
>Be back upon my ship
>Reentering the Nordica Sector
>Why he chose me I don't know
>I look to the banner he gave me
>Why did he give it to me?
>To help me ahead?
>To give authority?
>Or to absolve me and my men of doubt and suspicion?
>Either way
>I know what is to be done
>They must be stopped
>The Dark Angels can survive without me
>Even if we arrive late I shall at least give those righteous few a signal
"Astropath, send a message to Lord Inquisitor Vortigern, I wish to testify in full."
>A risky move
>One which will have me in a corner
>But all the better
>I do hope to come sooner later than later
>It is the last message sent before the transition into the warp

>>98790357
>>98790155
>Be Farseer Isendavar
>Out and about in the jungle
>The hunter and the hunted
>Who is who?
>The Schlick against one Ratling filled with a desire for revenge
>Hilarious come to think of it
>Ah well
>I better go and inform a certain someone
>The taint isn't upon her
>Funnily enough
>Tranquillizer stolen straight from the vet
>Not Slaaneshi in the slightest
>Still
>Things are about to reach a crucible
>And I like to have my bases covered
>So quietly I walk up beside her
"Bilby Bagend?"
>Boo
"There is something you should know."
>I fill her in on the situation, and about how Bannerman is more or less about to pack up
>How Rùoshuǐ has survived
>And about how, unfortunately, they are currently unemployed

>>98787951
>>98791153
>Be The Shadowed Blade's Astropath
>floating amongst the choir
>Introvenus tubes in my arms and head
>a new message screaming in my head
"1st Legion returning! A full Testament!"
>ahhh the pain of such a message
>a powerful booming voice
>I look to the scribes and one rushes off to inform our Lord
>I feel my head relax
>ah sacred acetylsalicylic acid

>Be Lord Vortigern
>Still sat in complete silence within room 27
>Though it isnt fair to call it true silence
>Not when the null energies create static for all to hear
>Soon I hear the door knock
>So I turn down the power
>Setting it to a minimum
"Enter"
>In walks a meak scribe
>he is deeply uncomfortable in the presence of the room as well as seeing both myself and the Librarian
"Message from the Astropathic choir my lord. The 1st Legion returns to bring forth a full Testament"
>I frown
>Hmm a fuller picture
>To be honest most the Dark Angels testimony came from Isendavar
>So a full account from the Dark Angels shall be appreciated
"Anything else?"
"No sir, they are now silent"
"Warp travel I guess. Very well, we shall wait for their arrival"
>I turn my head to the Librarian
"Provided this goes well we may be able to clear up this whole mess with only a few mind wipes potentially"
>In truth I am nervous in the Dark Angels arrival
>Best I keep them away from my personal library, what with all its Dark Angel memorabilia

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>>98791085
>>98791038
>>98790611
>be Lady Marie de Antoi'nette Clouseau Poirot de Nicolett
>tsk
>only the vieux fou, seigneur Bannerman could have a chapter of anges de l'empereur dieu asking to serve him before choosing to argue about some thing that unfolded somewhere and somewhat
>did all that wealth just happen to fall into your lap if thats how you conduct business
>still its clear the anges are so desperate to have Pershah Gulf they eat any ammount of disrespect to make it happen
>delightful
>Vieux fou is looking at this all wrong
>not all of us are content to have literal apes make our technology
>right now there is a forge from the age of the heresy ready and waiting to create things lost over 12k years ago and you're thinking about taxes and proper staffing of a fortress monastery
>that forge was crafted to serve a Fils de l'Empereur Dieu
>it likely can make most anything
>like parts to fix a certain titan
"i have my own addition to the agreement. Such a magnificent forge should be utilized non? I think a custom order from such a forge would be a lovely incentive for both houses to offer additional protections."
>i lower the fan as i look the two hommes over
"now it be inapproprié to utlize the forge constantly...i think a customer order for each Rogue trader's house every half century would be pas une si grosse demande, oui?"
>i dont mind Bannerman getting a free item but i have more time ahead of me than he does, i dont mind the ammount of time between each request."

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>>98790768
>Be Wu Baoyu, operator of Tiankui
>I am planetside, loading stuff up by taking the heavier loads and placing them on the next ships going up
>I diligently put on the act of simply helping out others
>Loading stuff up and sending it back off to space
>I do notice fellow Chynese workers have also come planetside to help the work flow
>I do note the number of dogs on the site
>simply to sniff out any stowaways
>I doubt they'll be sniffing out for someone running away
>It is now or never
>Some of the final heavy loads are complete
>Time to slip away
>Which might be difficult
>But I shall try
>I utter a quick prayer for guidance and follow what I believe to be a sign
>An area not being watched over by overseers and dogs
>So I slip on through taking Tiankui with me
>Now to find the execution site
>No doubt that'll be where the rest of the Emperor's Forsaken are
>So I begin the long walk through the jungle
>Asking Luna if she can keep a monitor on Vox signals
>I will make it
>Just got to get through this jungle
>I shall uphold my promise

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>>98791721
Everyone's irrational autistic OCs doing autistically irrational things in a 40K setting.
And also, like, three rational ones. Four, tops.

>>98787936
>>98788547
>be Anne Bonclaw
>its not hard to find the pale ear's base
>you follow the screams and paniced bemoans past the ruins of Sartos
>i bring with me On'aka and Grann and a few others
>most we leave in the jungles
>its a calculated choice
>a single ship with a few bottles to settle events
>the truth in the end is that this is going to end poorly no matter how i choose to play it
>pale ears dont like being told no
>more so when they think they have you but the guts
>but if im going to be free, im going to have to play this close to the vest
>which means giving up one of my secret aces
>Berikansa Herba
>as we step off the base i can feel the pale ears looking me over
>eager to see their boss but the vis to me
>possibly litteraly
>i enter the manflesh tent and sit across from him
"eskize, im gonna have to turn your offer of employment down, boss."
>i gesture to the bottles of the most potent narcotics on world
"consider this a parting gift and a taste for my next offer for your submarine...given you have no need for it anymore."
>he doesnt speak, but i can tell he's wondering why id want it now after i showed no interest in it before
"consider it an investment in my future business endeavors"
>the fact my organs arnt being pulled out of my stomach tells me i can continue
"what i offer is the means to make Berikansa Herba. I give you the man who created it, and the remnants of the poppycane."
>its stings but compared to a lifetime being leashed in commeragh or being burned at the stake for working with xenos?
>i can handle a bit of a sting
>and besides i still have all that nice xenos tech i collected to ease my aching accounts
>presuming i survive long enough to complete the black market trades i set up

>>98787962
>>98790672
>Be Felinid Sergeant Kitten “Pussy In Boots” McPurr
>I managed to steal a dress that fits, and steal a key card to a room to get changed in, but I am still not sure whether I am supposed to be wearing a dress or a dress uniform to this event, or even whether our regiment even has dress uniforms
>The regiment travels pretty light, and our quartermasters have already relocated to Suraban Island to be closer to the rest of the regiment
>There are enough POGs and second rate garrison regiments still loitering around Mosley Island that I can probably get a suitable dress uniform from them if I had too, not to mention all the useless local PDF and law enforcer types
>But based on past experience there are usually a bunch of rules associated with this type of useless pomp ceremony. Usually I ignore such rules and get away with it since the regiment isn’t exactly famous for discipline, but screwing up an award ceremony being led by a “Planetary Lord Governator” seems like the sort of thing even Commissars Tammy and Kate can’t ignore
>Ugh, I guess I will have to do the unthinkable and ask for clarification
>I pull out my data-slate and type a message to Lt Tom
*What do I wear to ceremony? Are there important rules I should know?”
>I push send
>Who knew vacations could be so miserable?

>>98790893
>>98792170

>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy", leader of "Tom's Roughnecks"
>be on vacation in Port Mosley
>be having breakfast at one of the cafe
>I hear the Field Marshall say something to Lil' Tom
"Whit's wrang wi ye laddie? Cannae a man enjoy his last day o holiday in peace?"
>I look at Lil' Tom
>my nephew is starring daggers the Field Marshall
"Lil't Tom what in the Emperor's name are you doing? Stop glaring at the man, its not only rude but borderline insubordination."
>Lil' Tom goes back to munching on his grox-bacon
>I look over at the Field Marshal, I'd rather not piss him off
"Apologies for the disturbance Sir! The kid has been rather easy to upset as of late."
>I go back to eating my own breakfast
>my mind also starts to wonder
>I find my self think about what we will spend our time doing before the award ceremony
>speaking of which
>I get a message from Sgt. McPurr about it's dress code
>I send the following message back via data-slate
//Wear the standard IG dress uniform. If you don't have one, just requisition one from the Munitorum depot. Also do be on "good" behavior//
>I hit send
>hmmm, I did not see the Sgt. at the hotel this morning
>I reckon she must be at some casino by now
>wanna bet a good 25 Thrones that she ends up getting kick out for winning too much

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>>98791214
>>98790155
>be Bilby Bagend
>as the Schlick get ready to move on, the ones holding onto our vox from when we were ambushed, speaks up
"HA! HEY BOSS, LOOKS LIKE THAT GOAT CUNT YOU WANTED GOT KILLED BY EXECUTION! GUESS SHE SHOULD TAKEN YOUR OFFER TO BE YOUR NEW RU-"
BLAM
BLAM
BLAM
BLAM
BLAM
>angry tears are falling as i pull the trigger until the mag is empty
>im not aiming for higher ups anymore i just want to kill them all
>i told her nae to go back
>i told her abhumans dont get a fair trial
>i focking told her
"Bilby Bagend?"
>I go for my side arm when i hear a voice from behind me
>a focking eldar
>he does some eldar bullshit to keep me from blowing his head off as he lays it all out
>relief mixes with ignitation
>she's alive...
>but we're out of a job
>figures, honestly im surprised the Lord arsehole didnt do it sooner
>still leaves us in a tough spot
>mainly me
>since i dont think anyone told karl that
>and it be idiotic to just leave these cultists around
"nae that i mind the giving out, but im nae exactly the most important person on the world am i? why bring me up to speed personally big man?"
>either he needs something or he feels guilty
>and my limited experience with them on the black market has taught me anything its that an eldar nae feels guilty
>about anything
>dickishness is in their DNA says so in the guardsman's primer

>>98790881

>be Lord Galmon, chaos war lord, Lord of the Scions of Galmon
>the Rask Twins level a threat toward Kronerberg
>Though agitating, I let it slide...
>for now...
>but I will correct it
"No. if YOU loose the Lamp of Souls, it is YOUR failure."
>they seem taken aback by that
>they need to learn that I'AM in charge of punishing scions
"None the less, if you cannot asure the capture of the space station, you must at least scuttle them and deny them to the loyalists!
>with that, it is finished
"We are finished here. Return to your duties my Scions, bring forth my Kingdom of Madness and you shall share in its glory!"
>as Baobao leave, I grab his tail
"boy... make sure that your Scion master receives that sword! Fail, and it will be your greatest regret!"
>I release him
>he and the Scions go their separate ways
>I take my leave and make for my ship's bridge
>once their I address the shipmaster
"Vox the fleet! We relocating to the far side of the sector. We stayed here too long"
>with Arakiel captured, many of our secrets risk being exposed
>among them the location of our fleet


So yeah anons, how does a space station/Alcatraz theme setting for January sound?

>>98791153
>>98791226
>>98787851
>be Chapter Master Lebe Ashkeeper
>curious
>the Dark angel returns to give his full testament
>of what exactly?
>his assumptions?
>his confession to stealing a prisoner who had surrendered to another chapter and the incident that resulted from that?
>that he is aware of every weapon his company had on them during that attack on the sea fort?
>or is to simply try and cut my head off and escape back into the dark with his tail between his legs
>i have ensured there are no obvious trails leading back to me
>and should the drug running mortal complete her objective the Shlick will complete their goal as well
>cementing the alliance between Hydra IX and them
>i would love to get my hands on Roshi personally but their seers were most insistent
>still as the return to the silent agony of the room i get a small glimpse into the Lord inquisitor face as he receives the news
>no warp powers needed, merely the understanding of one who has learned to read the microexpressions of those trying to hide something from a space marine
>his reaction tells me he doesn't truly believe he needs the testimony of the dark angels meaning he believes he knows what happened on the sea forts
>of the two factions besides the Covenant and the Dark angels, there was the Rogue Trader Bannerman and the eldar Farseer Isendavar
>Bannerman has no idea what happened or he wouldn't have agreed to any negotiations at all
>he is not a subtle man despite what he may believe, if he knew my true ambitions he'd openly declare me a heretic and attempt to destroy the covenant of fire such as when he forbid any transport of our chapter after the events of Chyna Secundus's trial
>however he shows a hint of nervousness
>perhaps he has his own understanding of the hidden secrets of the Dark Angels
>heh
>now that is ironic
>its a impossibly thin thread but if the two came to blows?
>now that be quite the spectacle
>>98792678
sounds interesting, very mob of the dead

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>>98792170
>>98792595
(1/2)
>Be Felinid Sergeant Kitten “Pussy In Boots” McPurr
>I am pretty sure there is no such thing as a “standard IG dress uniform” but I guess I will try requisitioning one anyways and see what happens
>The local branch of the Munitorum that runs things in the Nordica Sector has a wide range of standard uniforms for the menials and bureaucrats and specialists they hire or conscript directly, so I won’t be surprised if they have some standard uniforms they give to regiments or individual soldiers who don’t have all the gear they need for every situation provided to their regiment by their home worlds at Founding
>But I am also sure that the “standard IG dress uniform” in the Nordica Sector looks different than the “standard IG dress uniform” in the Cadian Sector, and the “standard IG dress uniform” in the Calixis Sector, and the “standard IG dress uniform” in the Sector Solar, etc.
>Time for one of life’s funniest adventures (sarcasm), navigating layers of bullshit bureaucracy
>I am so glad I am having such a wonderful vacation and not killing Orks and blowing shit up with the rest of the regiment (more sarcasm)
>I steal some cash and use it to take a taxi to the local Munitorum Depot
>The Munitorum could have requisitioned almost any building in the city for their mindless drone servants, but I guess they didn’t want them to get a taste for the high life, so they got stationed in a former prison that was closed for unsanitary conditions, or so the taxi driver tells me, but that sounds about right
>Damp, poorly lit, no ventilation, I guess it is defensible though
>Because I am feeling unusually generous, I send another text to Lt Tom
*Do you want me to pick up some uniforms for you and the kids, what sizes?*
>While I wait for a reply, I get started on the usual mountain of paperwork
>”Damage to loaned equipment will result in flogging and/or execution”
>Ha
>I would like to see them try

>>98793500
(2/2)
>They know I am cutting a hole in the butt for my tail right? Maybe holes in the hat for ears as well
>And that I will probably be in another war zone by the time they finish the paperwork to order my arrest?
>They bring me the uniform
>Pretty much just looks like Mordian gear, but without the flak vest woven into the jacket
>I briefly consider stripping and putting the uniform on in front of the bureaucrats just to show them who is boss, but first I would have to cut some holes in it and they wouldn’t like that at all
>I suppose the cutting of the uniform can wait until I am elsewhere
>I wonder why Lt Tom hasn’t texted back yet?

>>98788547
>>98792009
>Be Archon Hoyt
>Still enjoying myself along with my two court members
>when Bonclaw arrives
"Come take a seat, that was quite the showing out there"
>Agony and The Deviant merely keep smoking
>separating their chairs from the main desk so I can talk one on one with Bonclaw
"So my offer is still on the table. Do you accept?"
>"eskize, im gonna have to turn your offer of employment down, boss."
>a pity, really but before I can think of how I'll punish this cat she presents a bottle
>ah the most potent narcotic poppycane can form
>In exchange for the submarine, she'll give us the recipe for creating Berikansa Herba and its very creator
>calling it her investment
>I can respect the hustle
>I tap the last of my cohiba into an ash tray
>it slightly moans
"Well ordinarily I'd just take everything, but seeing as I'd rather get off world before anything crazy occurs and disrupts my business. I will accept your offer for your great chemist and some sample product in exchange for you being left fully intact and the submarine"
>that should be a pleasing enough trade
>I rise up from my chair and present my hand for a shake

>>98791336
>>98791085
>>98791038
>be Company Commander Axum
>As we’re about to settle the agreement the Lady Nicolett speaks up
>She wants access to the forge
>The forge of vulkan is not a toll for greedy houses, and it certainly won't be used to snub of house or the other generations down the line
>She then offers to limits it's use to one request every 50 years
>Slightly better
“Once every rouge traders generation, upon their ascension to the scared warrant and one for each of you. You will not be allowed to utilize your own tech priests nor enter the forges yourselves…and I will agree to the offered terms by lord bannerman as well.”
>Hopefully this is enough. The sacred forge hold technology tech priests would kill to have availed to them, even now the process of locating those to operate the machines within is a trial only the logical mind of Ta’Shawn can handle
>And I'd much rather be dealing with the more active threats than negotiating
>Lord Bannerman seems eager to depart as well though I'd imagine his is more to avail himself whatever finery he has procured during his time on world
>Rogue traders
>To this day I do not know what the Emperor in his wisdom was thinking

>>98792678
Sounds good to me, it'll be fun playing the Rasks as the main villains of the thread again

>>98792009
(1/2)
>Be Trooper Daniella, 4th Happy Ending Regiment
>I wake up tied to a tree, shivering and covered in bug bites and scratch marks
>It turns out this part of Pacifica can get pretty cold at night, particularly when you are soaked to the bone and not wearing nearly anything
>And why are there so many more biting insects in these jungles than the ones on Happy Ending?
>I am starting to regret my decision to leave Happy Ending in the first place
>Signing up for a poorly equipped garrison regiment seemed like the perfect way to see more of the Galaxy, but it turns out most of the Galaxy is shit
>Last night was scary and weird, and I am not just talking about the bit where the Eldar used magic to force us to listen to terrible music
>The Sisters holding me captive have severe psychological problems, and they seem to have decided I am the perfect outlet for said problems
>Half of them seem to just want to do the most extreme shit possible to distract themselves from their trauma, the other half seem to have some fucked up belief that inflicting pain on themselves and others will lead to some sort of redemption
>Luckily they all passed out drunk before they got around to doing much to me, but they did some pretty fucked up stuff to each other
>I straighten up and take stock of my surroundings
>The ragtag army is still in a random patch of jungle
>From what I have figured out by eavesdropping, they work for a pirate named Anne BonClaw, and we are here because Anne’s plan to escape to orbit has failed
>For now
>I would rather not be stuck on a voidship with this lot, so I will need to think of a way to escape, which means I need someone to untie me
>I try making “sex eyes” at a few pirates wandering by, but they avoid eye contact
>Either the Sisters have a history of taking sex slaves, or they think I am one of them

>>98793748
(2/2)
>The scratches are mostly from being dragged through thick bush, but I suppose they could be mistaken for self-flagellation scars, and they did give me a tiny loincloth with High Gothic writing on it, which seems like the sort of thing a fanatical penitent would wear, but unlike most people here, I can read High Gothic, and the loincloth mostly just says things like “I am a dirty slut, punish me”
>One of those weird bird-reptile things comes over and kicks a few Sisters awake and tells them the boss wants an escort
>A few hours later, I find myself with “Anne”, “Grann”, and a few of their toughest looking pirates crashing through the waves in a speedboat
>The lead Sister is holding my leash while the two other Sisters in the boat ignore me
>I am still not sure what role I am supposed to be playing here; Pet? Trainee? Sex Slave? But whatever it is I don’t like it
>And what comes next is a thousand times worse
>We arrive at an island covered in burnt out villages and mutilated figures writhing from wounds that should have been fatal, and yet they still live, for days by the looks of them
>Even worse are the figures that walk among the trees, watching us. Unnaturally tall, thin, covered in blades and grisly trophies. Dark Eldar. According to the legends it doesn’t get any worse than them
>We wait outside while Anne and a few others enter a tent that appears to be made of still living flesh
>The lead Sister tugs me closer and whispers into my ear: “Be a good girl, or we give you to our spiky friends as their new toy”
>I nod my understanding as I try to keep tears, vomit, and even less wholesome fluids from leaving my body

>>98791214
>>98792639
>Be Farseer Isendavar
>"nae that i mind the giving out, but im nae exactly the most important person on the world am i? why bring me up to speed personally big man?"
"Why not? I was in the vicinity."
>And I am not going to be witness to shitty melodrama
>Nope
>And because I believe I can use you for something later
>But not now
"A pity isn't it? Have you considered taking up farming? Might land you in less trouble."
>That face is all the entertainment I need
>I show her the location of where they are all gathering
"Perhaps you would like to be reunited first, or pursue in your revenge against the Schlick, either way. It would seem that they have classified you and your friends as dead. Perhaps for the better, as no one will come look for you."
>How you will get of this planet is something you should figure out on your own
>I don't care
>I walk off into the jungle
>And take the bird back home
>Hmm
>Fate has changed
>Ashkeeper won't be able to pass them off as heretics
>Even if they don't arrive on time
>Either way, I think the inquisitor will let him walk
>I could testify myself
>But I doubt it will of much use
>Alternatively I could barge in there and tear the mask of the snake myself
>Also risky
>So instead I do nothing
>Absolutely nothing
>His downfall shall come from within
>The Chaos gods aren't omnipotent
>Nor are they omniscient
>Things aren't ready yet
>Nor will they be
>So instead I'll do something naughty
>By planting evidence
>Axum's company is responsible for retrieving the gene-seed left behind on
>And I have nicked a sniper calibre bullet from the Alpha Legion
>Conveniently engraved with the hydra
>I subtly jam it into the head of a dead marine
>The apothacary will go with it to Axum before Ashkeeper
>Even if it is a beginning
>He will see there is something amiss
>Breadcrumbs
>But I suppose it is time to relax
>I land back on the island
>Time to go surfing

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>>98791085
>>98793538
>>98791336
>Be Lord Peregrine Walter Horatio Mycroft Ponsonby-Bannerman, Rogue Trader
>“Once every rouge traders generation, upon their ascension to the scared warrant and one for each of you. You will not be allowed to utilize your own tech priests nor enter the forges yourselves…and I will agree to the offered terms by lord bannerman as well.”
>Good
>A scribeservitor prints out the agreement
"Just sign here, you too, and finally I'll add mine."
>We do this three times so we each have a copy
>And we also put our seals on it
>Lovely
>I have no need for anything from the forge right now
>So time to make myself scarce
"Farewell for now; who can say if we shall meet again."
>Hopefully not
>I make a motion to Jim
"Ook ook eek eek ook" (The pale woman should put less lead in her make-up)
>Bored as i am I suppose I better pursue more exiting interests
>My nautical navy has taken a heavy beating
>But the waters in the north are clear
>I will visit my ships in the drydock
>And then I'll go boating
>The repaired ships have new crews
>And they need to be trained properly
>So in the waters of Northern Samar they'll be trained and drilled
>It is the crew, not the ship, which is key during such battles
>And the breeze of the sea is quite welcome with this heat

>>98783422
>>98792639
>>98793970
>Be Amazonia von Whoresbane, Schlick XXXXXXth Huntress
>At last we have reached the Neominoan ruin
>Fucking Neominoans sure love their mazes, bull statues, and trapped monsters
>I mean, I get it, if I had the resources I too would build sadistic obstacle courses and force people to run through them. But this current temple maze is inconvenient to me personally right now
>The good news is my psyker reports that the ancient evil stalking us is keeping its distance from this place, so we don’t have to worry about it turning this place into a sadistic deathtrap for its own enjoyment
>The bad news is this place is still quite the maze, and probably at least a few of the old traps are still functioning. My psyker can sense roughly where the Neominoan daemon we are hoping to unleash is trapped underground, but not how to reach it
>Also the ratlings hunting us have stepped up their game
>I gather the few teams I have left and split them up
>Some of them are sent down into the underground maze to locate the main daemon trapped in this place and unleash it. Others I scatter around the surface ruins, where there are plenty of places to hide from snipers and launch ambushes
>As for me, I set up camp in one of the most intact buildings in the middle of the ruins. My psyker will let me know when my women and men start dying, allowing me to plan accordingly, but until then there is no point in me getting sniped from hundreds of meters away or killed by an unavoidable trap, that would be boring
>The morale of my followers is clearly near rock bottom, but personally I find this whole thing exhilarating, particularly now that the risk of getting my soul snatched by the ancient evil has diminished
>A true test of my skills
>Boo Rah Baby

>>98792639
>>98793970
>>98795010
(1/2)
>Be Tina, Schlick XXXXXXth Soldier
>Fuck this ruin, fuck this jungle, fuck this planet, and most of all fuck the Schlick
>I guess when something seems to good to be true, it usually is
>Getting hired off the mean streets of Outer Jakarva to work as a waitress at Club Sexo Samar seemed too good to be true
>Getting promoted to the Club Sexo Militia because some guy was impressed by my beach volleyball skills seemed too good to be true
>Getting sent to guard some massive mansion on a remote beach that never got visited seemed too good to be true. Three full months of wild beach parties, of drinking, of sex, of drugs
>Sure there was some drawbacks. The senior girls and guys in the militia are all big into this neopagan sex goddess cult bullshit and think when they die they will be reborn in some Candlemas themed paradise of all places. I mean sure, some of them clearly got magic. I have seen them do some pretty amazing things, including boasting my libido and orgasms and ability to be intoxicated to new heights. But “Yule Harbor”? Come on, at least try to think of something realistic
>But overall things have been excellent up until a few days ago when we got new marching orders
>Escorting archaeologists poking around old ruins? Not as fun as beach parties, but seemed easy enough despite the war going on, and the typhoon
>And then I met my new commander, Amazonia, and instantly realized she was trouble
>Ambushing a patrol of veteran abhuman soldiers for no good reason? I barely survived that fight
>Accidentally unleashing the ancient evil now hunting us? Would it have really been that hard to listen to Quinn?
>Deliberately using your soldiers as bait to lure the ancient evil and the ratlings from your position? Now that is just selfish
>Most of my original squad is now dead. Fuck I miss those guys, we did some crazy shit together back at that mansion

>>98795243
(2/2)
>So now I am hiding in some ruins waiting for a chance to ambush those ratlings with a new squad. It is led by a crazy kilt wearing red haired woman from somewhere called the “Sevenborough Highlands” where they apparently hunt Orks for sport, and she is wearing the skins to prove it. A mad huntress, like most of Amazonia’s inner circle. The squad also contains Tommy, Pete, and Joan who I know from the mansion, two of those Galmonite cultists we conscripted, and two other Schlick soldiers I don’t recognize; a nude female Felinid, and a woman in a crotch-less and cup-less bikini.
>Now that we aren’t pretending to be private military contractors anymore, most of the Schlick have been ditching large portions of their uniforms. If there was ever a place where fighting near naked made sense it would be here in these humid jungles. I would happily ditch my own pants and jacket but I am too afraid fighting will start just as I am doing so
>Fuck
>At this point I just want something to happen
>Anything
>The suspense is getting to be just fucking brutal

>>98793500
>>98793505

>be Felinid Lt. Tom, aka "Big Daddy", leader of "Tom's Roughnecks"
>be enjoying breakfast with Tiny Tam and Lil' Tom
>my Data-slate chimes again
>*sigh*
>probably Sgt.McPurr
>I decide to let it wait
>I want to finish my food first
>which I do in earnest
>being in the Guard does not afford you much in the way of comforts
>once I finish the last of my grox-bacon I check my data-slate
>and yes it's Sgt.McPurr again
*Do you want me to pick up some uniforms for you and the kids, what sizes?*
>damn, she is at the Munitorum Depot already?
>hope to the Throne she is still there
>I send my preply
//Yes, please do! 1 Men's Large, and 2 Youth Large! Again, ceremony is at 1900hrs local time.//
>I hit send
>that should settle that...
>now then, what do we spend the rest of the day doing?
>the beach maybe?
>I would have to buy some swim wear though
>also, I don't think Tam has gone swimming before
>maybe go to the cinema and watch a holo-film?
>eh, I might as well ask them
"So you two, what do you want to do for the day?"

>>98794545
>>98793538
>>98791336
>be Lady Marie de Antoi'nette Clouseau Poirot de Nicolett
>with the agreement finally signed and terminé, i take a moment to watch the party depart
>the Covenant of Fire Marine leaves to handle his business whatever it may be while vieux fou leaves with his apes to do something entirely pointless
>hmmm
>until such time as the Duke Wenceslaus I is finished with the award ceremony and his allotted time for mourning
>i find myself absolutely spoiled for choice in how to spend my time
>the wine here is abysmal
>the beaches too hot, and pour être totalement honnête the smell of sea corpses is nauseating
>might as well spend some time liasing with the higher classes
>according to reports most of the population went tratior leaving those newly claimed territories in need to new populations loyal to ze Empereur Dieu
>Bannerman has claimed two islands
>i might as well aim to claim the remaining 35
>not directly of course
>it be too obvious and unlike Bannerman i prefer subtle touches
"Roquejeoffre, get me a list of all noble houses and their preferred method of indulgement, i believe its time i made some introductions, non?"