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    76 KB Imperial Guard Quest: Part I Sprunt !pYbzRsKGCY 03/01/11(Tue)12:08 No.14087660  
    The first thing you see are the clouds.

    They loom above you ominously. They are dark and they are thick; their appearance threatens rain, and Tyrfa did not boast idle threats. Grudgingly, you manage to pull yourself up, and you lean against the trench wall. The mud and the fat alien ground worms fail to alarm you - you've been here too long. Far, far too long. You are tired. You realize now, more than ever, that you want to go home. Home was something you seldom thought about, because it was pointless to do so. Only in death does duty end. How long have you been serving the aquila? In that time, what rank have you managed to climb to? And what achievements of yours have been recognized?
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)12:11 No.14087680
    It's been three years before since you were recruited. By your internal clock, it's been nine. Stupid Warp travel!
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)12:14 No.14087700
    >How long have you been serving the aquila?
    Two weeks.
    >In that time, what rank have you managed to climb to?
    >And what achievements of yours have been recognized?
    >> Sprunt !pYbzRsKGCY 03/01/11(Tue)12:24 No.14087761
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    Had it only been two weeks? The time had passed like an eternity. Less than a month ago you had kissed your mother good bye and your father had not had the heart to watch yet another son be taken from him. You are a conscript. Cannon fodder, as your veteran comrades are callous to joke. You are unremarkable in every way. You have done everything you could to survive up to this point, even things you may not be proud of.

    Your hand reaches up to thoughtfully touch your cleanly shaven scalp, but then you pull back your hand in alarm at the copious amounts of dried blood caked upon your cranium. A feeling of dread starts to manifest as you suddenly realize how distant the sounds of war have become. You had taken a hit, and you had been left behind, your unconscious body mistaken as yet another casualty.
    >> Sprunt !pYbzRsKGCY 03/01/11(Tue)12:37 No.14087857
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    You manage to pull yourself to your feet. Looking out over the lip of the shallow entrenchment that could have been your grave, you are appalled by the sight before you. You had seen death in your short two weeks as an Imperial Guardsman, but never like this. The rain-soaked wasteland that stretched on from the trench was suffocated beneath a layer of the dead. The dead from both sides: your steel-colored great-coated comrades and - what had they called your enemy?
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)12:40 No.14087882
    Tyranids I believe
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)12:41 No.14087892
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)12:42 No.14087897
    You've been caught in the middle of the great Space Carp migration. Space Bear are everywhere.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)12:44 No.14087911
    check the uplifting primer. Its holy pages will surely bring about a recolection.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)12:46 No.14087922
    why would nids leave me alive?
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)12:48 No.14087933

    No, it was the Slann.
    >> Sprunt !pYbzRsKGCY 03/01/11(Tue)12:48 No.14087937
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    Yes. The Tau. You could see their strange yellow armor amongst the dull colors of the dead and dying. Their weapons had picked off your friends - and you, apparently - for days. You need to do something. You must find your way back to the others. But how?
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)12:48 No.14087938
    We're missing a part of our head. Surely not being heretics, our troop had to have taken our copy of the Primer. Can't let Chaos get a hold of it!
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)12:48 No.14087945
    The Litany of concealment
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)12:49 No.14087952
    Because they thought he was dead?
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)12:49 No.14087953
    Step one, put on their armor.
    Step two, masturbate furiously.
    Step three, put on foot in front of the other.

    If /tg/ has taught me anything, this is the best Tau disguise possible.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)12:50 No.14087959
    You don't know much about tyranids, do you? MUST CONSUME ALL BIOMASS is kind of their thing.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)12:50 No.14087960
    surely my munitorum issue compass is still attached to my sleeve? Head South, after all, we headed out north.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)12:50 No.14087963
    Get into one of their uniforms? If not check if they had any human traitors with them and pretend you are one until you get a chance to escape
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)12:53 No.14087979
    They don't consume biomass immediatly after killing the enemies I believe, they wait at least till the resistance died.
    Remember that picture of the sole IG survivor hiding from the tyranids and about to kill himself? This could perfectly have happened, except we were unconscious.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)12:53 No.14087990
    Search the bodies for a working vox, see if HQ is still operational

    captcha: from ogncood
    guess we know the name of our homeworld!
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)13:00 No.14088037
    rolled 92 = 92

    Check inventory.
    >> Sprunt !pYbzRsKGCY 03/01/11(Tue)13:00 No.14088038
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    Failing to see anyone else amongst the living, or at least on two feet, finding someone to help you is out of the question. You remember marching north from a fortress you cannot recall the name of. The path had not been pleasant, and you are not eager to walk it in reverse, but it may be your only chance.

    With a bit of effort, you manage to pull your battered body up over the lip of the trench, and you wander out amongst the dead. You are suddenly aware of a great pain in your side, so you hold your hand to where it hurts as you walk, but it seems to do little to dull the strain. Carrion birds flutter off as you approach, and the bodies around you move lifelessly as vermin picks at them for a meal. It is quiet. You grow increasingly uncomfortable. You keep an eye open for a vox, but you find nothing. You do manage, however, to find a few spare charge packs for your lasgun. Just as well, you suppose - you've heard getting a clear signal on Tyrfa is next to impossible.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)13:01 No.14088050
    rolled 31 = 31

    what do we find?
    >> Deathleaper's Fangirl !!YD/t8+iuFvd 03/01/11(Tue)13:04 No.14088079
    Consumption is an ongoing process. The act of actually harvesting the world itself generally only happens after all resistance has been eliminated, but carpets of Ripper Swarms and Malantropes will follow in the tracks of Tyranid assault forces as the invasion goes on, consuming the dead and anything else they can get their teeth around.
    >> The "Pantheon" !AXnsfQqEjA 03/01/11(Tue)13:06 No.14088101
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    >less than a month (assuming 3 weeks) ago you kissed your mother goodbye

    >two weeks on this planet

    >week long basic training

    lrn2 military

    basic is usually about 4 months in the novel 15 hours the guardsman had a 3.5 month long basic training

    this makes no sense
    >> uh 03/01/11(Tue)13:07 No.14088105
    I'd rather rest up and try to heal this wound before heading back to the fortress, but I should definitely get clear of these bodies first, south it is.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)13:09 No.14088127

    lrn2 SETTING
    >> The "Pantheon" !AXnsfQqEjA 03/01/11(Tue)13:09 No.14088128
    Oh fuck when I read this I thought you were talking about tuberculosis
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)13:09 No.14088135

    They recruit whoever's available in tense times, then show them how to shoot for a week and hand them a lasgun.
    >> The "Pantheon" !AXnsfQqEjA 03/01/11(Tue)13:10 No.14088145
    no just no

    basic training is not done in the warp

    3/10 troll
    >> The "Pantheon" !AXnsfQqEjA 03/01/11(Tue)13:11 No.14088155
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    its obvious neither of you have ever even picked up a guard novel
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)13:14 No.14088171
    Seriously, are you this dense?
    >0 - recruit leaves home
    >~3 months - recruit is trained
    >~4 months - recruit is put onto ship, ship is put into warp
    >-7 months - exit the Warp before you entered the Warp, enjoy your temporal paradox scrub
    >2 weeks - space flight ends, you have no lande--

    Troll something else, useless tripfag.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)13:14 No.14088175

    If the planet gets sieged while their core legions are away or under-number...

    His rank is "Meatshield" after all.
    >> Sprunt !pYbzRsKGCY 03/01/11(Tue)13:15 No.14088185
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    You have a lasgun. You had been issued overcharged packs to better punch through the armor of the enemy. You also have a spade for digging trenches, and sharpened for close quarters combat if needed. You also have a basic set of medical supplies. Nothing fancy; you haven't been with your regiment long enough to be trusted with much of the standard kit.

    You decide to treat your wounds. You find a fallen log to sit down on, and you check your meager amount of medical supplies. There is a brown bottle, a bit of bandage, some cotton swabs, a pair of scissors, a wooden splint, and two rectangular-shaped packages that peel apart to be separate but are currently stuck together. You also spy some ration bars.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)13:15 No.14088188
    Or this is also an acceptable answer.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)13:23 No.14088249
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    rolled 93 = 93

    Where are we hit? Is it just the head that's bleeding? Are we hungry?
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)13:23 No.14088252
    Just stuff some cotton in there. That'll hold ya! Maybe waste a bandage if we're feeling FANCY. Those scissors are weapons, keep them somewhere handy.
    >> Sprunt !pYbzRsKGCY 03/01/11(Tue)13:29 No.14088310
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    With a bit of water from your canteen, you begin to soak the wound. That makes sense, right? Afterwards, you wet one of the cotton swabs with some disinfectant from the bottle. Feeling satisfied, you cut a length of bandage to wrap around your head. Having done this, you feel a lot better about your predicament. An infection is now the least of your troubles. The pain in your side is still a problem, but you unbutton your greatcoat and lift your tunic to see nothing more than a bruise, likely from when you fell.

    As you stand, you hear a groan of pain from the ground near where you had been sitting. You stop in alarm, momentarily shocked to hear another sign of life.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)13:31 No.14088334
    rolled 96 = 96

    "In the name of the Imperium, identify yourself!"
    >> Sprunt !pYbzRsKGCY 03/01/11(Tue)13:33 No.14088371
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    You had not heard yourself speak in quite awhile. Your voice sounds odd. You are aware of how frightened you sound. The response you receive is not in any language you know of. There is a xeno, just out of sight. It shifts slightly; you can see it's legs move from behind the log. It cannot stand.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)13:34 No.14088378

    Approach the source of the sound cautiously. Lasgun at ready.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)13:35 No.14088386

    What predicament is it in? Also, what equipment has it got? Could be something useful we could take, after we shoot it.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)13:36 No.14088395

    Charge over, execute in bloody fashion with combat knife.
    Take trophy.

    Then make our way back to an Imperial authority, claiming that by valor and skill we alone survived where our squad was killed.
    We finished off the xenos with extreme prejudice, all alone.
    >> The "Pantheon" !AXnsfQqEjA 03/01/11(Tue)13:37 No.14088407
    "imperial guard quest" not "departmento munitrium militia quest" 2 different things
    also warp travel never sends you back in time only forward
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)13:40 No.14088438

    Fuck you, you're wrong about both.
    Read the fluff, including the codicies and the RPG rulebooks.
    (Specifically mentioned in the DH rulebook about ships arriving before they've left.)
    >> Sprunt !pYbzRsKGCY 03/01/11(Tue)13:41 No.14088453
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    You approach slowly, your lasgun rested against your shoulder and pointed in the direction of the fallen xeno. Your aim fidgets just a little, but you keep it steady on the immobile body. You can see immediately that it is in no position to fight. It laid on the ground, periodically attempting to stand, but unable to do so. It's helmet was cracked; it's armor, too, and one of it's arms was mostly gone. It was not long for this world. You are surprised to find that, up close, it is much shorter than you are. You cannot identify any of it's alien equipment, though you do recognize it's weapon lying just out of reach from it. It seems to plead to you, but again, you fail to understand it's wicked alien tongue.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)13:44 No.14088475

    'Away with you, xeno. Take some relief from this.'

    Then shoot it with lasgun. Check out that other weapon it was holding.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)13:45 No.14088484
    It's mentioned alot of places, the Ork codex has a story about a warboss arriving at back at his start port before he left, killing his past self so he could have two of his favorite gun.

    IG codex also talks quite a bit about hastily levied troops when they're short and desperate.
    You don't need special training to be be conscripted, just an unswerving loyalty to the Imperium, commissar induced.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)13:45 No.14088485

    I put on my robe and wizard hat
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)13:46 No.14088501
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)13:47 No.14088510
    Steal its gun. Use its alien gun to shoot its alien head. Foul xeno scum!
    >> The "Pantheon" !AXnsfQqEjA 03/01/11(Tue)13:50 No.14088531
    give me 1 fucking example of this....

    Just by saying "you are wrong" does not make it so

    I am not the one who nether understands military training or how the warp works in fluff

    maybe read a book some time instead of hanging out on /tg/ all day, you might learn something
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)13:53 No.14088562

    Rogue Trader Rulebook, page 183-184.
    It's canon.
    Kill yourself.
    >> Sprunt !pYbzRsKGCY 03/01/11(Tue)13:54 No.14088570
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    The alien body tenses up then falls limp as your shot is the shot that finishes it off. You approach the creature's weapon and pick it up. It feels odd in your hands - it feels wrong. You feel as though you are doing something you shouldn't, and so, you lay it back down against the log.

    And then you realize once more that you are not alone. Your eyes scan your surroundings for the source of the observer, and you gasp out loud when you see it. An odd hunched creature, vaguely humanoid, clinging to the hollowed out body of a nearby Leman Russ. It stomps it's feet then howls when it sees you, dropping off the tank on the other side and disappearing. You had heard rumors of strange mutant creatures that lurked in the swamps, but had been told they were completely unfounded. According to rumor, they were not dangerous on their own, but a group of them was a bit to worry about. It was a good there had only been one of them.

    A few moments after the first creature's cry, a few more sounded from the surrounding wasteland, each one closer than the last.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)13:54 No.14088571
    This is one of the more ironic things I've read today. Someone who obviously hasn't read the codexes telling the person who has it right to "go read a book."
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)13:59 No.14088611
    rolled 10 = 10

    Get on top of Leman Russ, at least we will have high ground.
    Also keep an eye out for any useful equipment that we could salvage
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)14:01 No.14088619

    Cut the xeno to let its blood seep a bit, then run off away from the coming mutants.
    They most likely want food, and if they smell xeno blood, they'll probably dine on it and fight over it... instead of us.
    >> The "Pantheon" !AXnsfQqEjA 03/01/11(Tue)14:01 No.14088624
    OK I checked and you were right

    But this still does not negate the original point

    OP says that he had left a month earlier

    based on the clock the guardsman was running on its a month of travel

    because you cannot measure time between worlds since it is not standardized

    every guardsman measures his service by how long it has been for him not by standardized imperial time(which is rather fucked up)
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)14:06 No.14088661

    What the sod is your point?
    >World attacked by Tau.
    >Regiment under-populated.
    >Fresh green recruits/enlistees rushed through training.
    >Sent to defend world from Tau.

    Stop trolling the thread with shit that is covered in the fluff, and by (oddly enough) real life.
    Or at least don't do it with a tripcode.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)14:08 No.14088674
    Just stop posting. Or at least go back to Anonymous so that we don't always know, forever, that you are a willfully ignorant jackass.
    >> Sprunt !pYbzRsKGCY 03/01/11(Tue)14:11 No.14088705
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    You make a beeline straight for the Leman Russ and climb atop it. She had been a beauty in her day, and her chassis was marked with many kills. This was all before something had punched through her, and had taken her crew with it, a bloody hole in the back of the tank. The gunner still remained, however, manning his post even in death. You apologize to his spirit, and push him from his spot, and get behind the machine gun yourself. The weapon wasn't hard to figure out. Your heart beat quickly. This was kill or be killed. You had definitely shot at living things before, but you'd never been the only one shooting. There was nobody to the left or right of you. There was only you.

    The first swamp man scrambled up the remains of a great oak and screamed at you, before the branch he was holding on to fell and he crawled at you without breaking stride. You hold down the trigger, and tear him apart. More join the fray. You do a good job of picking them off - with a weapon like the one you were behind, you didn't have to worry about such things as missing. This is, until, one of them leap on the tank from behind you and grip you by the shoulder, pulling you from the gunner's seat and off the edge of the tank.

    You fall in the mud, with one very wild and hungry mutant above you.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)14:14 No.14088734

    Scramble to feet and push away.
    >> The "Pantheon" !AXnsfQqEjA 03/01/11(Tue)14:14 No.14088735
    oh man how will I ever get over the fact that 2 little fuckers think I am ignorant!

    my life is over

    also guard do not recruit that way they receive replacement from local pdf I sight the guants ghost series

    they never just "pick up" random people the population would be conscripted into militia(which is not guard)

    and lastly if they are a recruit from this world then why would warp travel be a factor in their week long basic training?
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)14:14 No.14088738
    Shoot him with our lasgun.
    If we can't shoot him for some reason, chop him to pieces with the shovel.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)14:16 No.14088754
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    rolled 92 = 92

    And by shovel i mean spade.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)14:18 No.14088777
    If that doesn't work run back to the Tau corpse and try to make the beast intrested inthe xenos flesh instead of yours.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)14:19 No.14088786

    I'm going to play with you.
    >Did he say it was *this* world? He just said "world."
    >The Guard doesn't conscript people at all. Not at all.
    >Maybe he was a local PDF reserve.

    See, when you're obviously wrong, and the evidence is against you, no amount of trolling will stop the purity of logic.

    Please continue the quest, this will be a side attraction.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)14:20 No.14088792
    Blessed spade! Hero of the Imperium!
    >> Sprunt !pYbzRsKGCY 03/01/11(Tue)14:25 No.14088849
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    You leap to your feet in a hurry and shove the abomination as hard as you can in an attempt to put some distance between you. With strength you were not aware you possessed, the creature falls back against the body of the tank. Finally, you are able to get a good look at the creature. You notice how malnourished it seems. You also notice how definitely human it is, or once was. Attempting to raise your lasgun to put the abomination out of it's torment, it lashes back out at you and slaps the weapon from your hands. Grunting a curse, you pull your spade from your belt and shove the sharp end right into the creature's neck. It gargles blood, and when you push further, close to decapitating the beast, it finally falls limp and dies.

    You are alone again. Now would be a good time to leave before more show up.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)14:25 No.14088851

    Right. Where *can* we go? Go up the Leman Russ again and survey surroundings. Or we can go south, retracing our steps as before.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)14:26 No.14088852
    Kneel down and pray to the emperor for guidance or at least thank him for helping you in this battle
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)14:27 No.14088871
    I second surveying our surroundings.
    >> Sprunt !pYbzRsKGCY 03/01/11(Tue)14:32 No.14088913
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    Cleaning your spade of the demon's blood, you climb back on top of the tank to get a better view of your surroundings. They're much the same as what you had seen before: the casualties of war, mysteriously untouched. Beyond the snaking trench line you had once protected with your comrades, you see a bit of empty field, scorched by enemy artillery. The field eventually breaks into some wooded swamp, and through that, was the fortress. That was south - also the direction of distant battle.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)14:33 No.14088928
    Pledge your soul to Tzeentch so you he can help you escape. Or just turn you into a chaos mutant.
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    Let's head south then, unless someone has a better idea.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)14:36 No.14088957

    >O Eternal Emperor,
    >Who Alone watches us,
    >And rules the tides and stroms,
    >Be compassionate to your servants,
    >Preserve us from the perils of the warp,
    >That we may be safeguard to the domain of men!
    >> Sprunt !pYbzRsKGCY 03/01/11(Tue)14:42 No.14089030
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    You remember it being quite a distance to the fortress at which you had landed and received your orders. It had been a difficult enough march with your comrades, but alone? The thought was far more intimidating. You climb down the tank and start off in the direction of the swampland.

    You attempt to ease your discomfort by silently reciting prayers and litanies in your head. Among them, 'The Prayer of Safe Return'. It seemed fitting. Thunder claps overhead - the sound was too immediate to be mistaken for distant artillery. As threatened, the sky opened up and rain fell down in force. Tyrfa did not boast idle threats.
    >> Sprunt !pYbzRsKGCY 03/01/11(Tue)14:43 No.14089039
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    end of part I.

    Will return with part II.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)14:43 No.14089040

    Second this, actually. Tzeentch. Or Slaanesh, to keep spirits up while we trek.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)14:46 No.14089071
    >> Sprunt !pYbzRsKGCY 03/01/11(Tue)14:48 No.14089099

    Later today! Or around the same time tomorrow.
    This is actually my first quest thread.
    Arguing aside, I hope it was enjoyable.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/11(Tue)15:37 No.14089679

    It was troll-slaying.
    And he has been soundly defeated.

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