HERESY!

ask if it still has a vagina

also why/how was it singing/does it love me

Find the heretek responsible and kill him.

GM awards me a new fate point and I get a servitor sidekick.

Fuck yes it's awesome being an Inquisitorial acolyte.

>>4308622
Is it heresy, just sounds like a malfunction. All the same, we should destroy it.

>>4308641
it still has a mouth. All i need.

I recite the prayer of unjamming.

Well as techpriest I am totally cool with this, obviously. She shall be by my side. I accept her cold, logical, metallic love.

>>4308687
She'll need it after I J-J-JAM IT IN!

>>4308707

A servitor is giving me medical aid.

I check to see how many of my parts are still squishy flesh and how many are gleaming metal.

>>4308707
To what?!

>>4308680
>she has a mouth
>Metal throat
>servos whirring and hissing as it descends

Enjoy that

>>4308723
A medical servitor is trained to work on squishy flesh also, you're only modifications are a metal plate in your shoulder and a temporary catheter she has inserted.

>>4308726
>>4308723
I'd be more worried about with what...

>>4308745
Well then I just wouldn't stick in too deep.

>>4308756
I'd screwdriver the front plate of her lower chassis off. See if there's anything I can work with underneath.

I tell the local techpriest that his servitor is out of whack and good probably use a good thump.

When in doubt.....JAM IT IN.
Just...uh...put a cover on that chainsaw please.

Just smile at her, and fall back to sleep. Maybe the anasthesia is still running through me.

...I'll ask about all this later.

Say the Prayer of Deactivation

Chant the Litany of Interfacing

Recite the Tenants of Repair

Praise the Omnissiah.

First: Wonder if somebody slipped something into my recaf again. Seriously, what the fuck, guys. I'm the scum, I'm supposed to be putting shit you YOUR recaf.

Second: Make sure I'm in a proper Imperial ship. Once I realize that I'm on my Inquisitor's ship, I sent a message asking if this is normal.

My next response depends on the reply. If "THAT'S HERESY!" then I proceed to open up with both guns, giggling like a schoolgirl. If "is cool, don't worry about it" I take it from there, playing it by ear and how the servator wants to go about things, and figure out who's getting a roofie in their recaf tomorrow.

What? A hole's a hole to me.

>>4308832
Spidery manipulator fingers begins stroking your hair as the singing resumes

>>4308881
I like the cut of your jib and would like to subscribe to your newsletter.
And by newsletter, I mean "your closet" and by subscribe I mean "Record what you are doing to the servitor".

I ask her if I can fu...uh nope, never mind.
Maybe I can stick it in her po..ah...nope..
Blowj...nope
Handjo...woo.no.nonono.

Don't tell me this is going to have to be platonic.

>>4308928
Cool. I can agree to that on one condition: I get a copy, and my Inquisitor gets one, too.

>>4308901
DAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWW

>>4308943
Sure, sure. I'll even give you 5% of the profits.

are we about to find out if love can bloom with all of your higher brain functions erased?

>>4308955
EXCELLENT. I tell you what, for that I'll make you an extra special deal. I'll let you know when we're going to be doing the stuff that'll make you money, and when we're going to be doing boring stuff like me carefully applying gold foil to her.

I may not pimp my bitches out, but if my bitch is going to be at least half metal, then I gotta pimp my bitch up.

To the scum player, I should point out that you are away from your weapons, as you are in the infirmary, but your techpriest has given you the okay, apparently she's just like that. You may proceed.

To the person going back to sleep, you hear a clang as metal clamps from the table clasp around your wrists and ankles.

Um, I ask her name?

>>4309003
Does that also mean I can chrome some of her bits and put gold foil on others so that they look like they're made out of gold?

And does she seem like she'd like that?

>>4309003
>you hear a clang

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?

>>4308969
OH NO! I'll be recording that as well! You have no IDEA how much a Techpriest would pay for THAT!

>>4309003
Kinky

>>4309017
"43893"

>>4309035
You being affixed to the table

>>4309033
She's always smiling, so its hard to tell but as you work she keeps singing to herself and making little comments.

Is it possible to plug something into her that causes her to experience an orgasm? Also imagine the conversation with her leading to that.

>>4308969

>>4309050
>"43893"
That's nice, but I've got a girl waiting for me back home. I cannot bear to return your love because I cannot give you what you deserve.

>>4309050
Hey, I'm easy to please. I might even do up her hair a bit, make it look better. Maybe buy tan in a can, or some powder so that she doesn't look naturally pale and more like aristocratic pale. Might even save up some cash so that I can see about getting her some upgrades.

It's good to have an Inquisitor who isn't a dick to his Acolytes and actually, you know, tries to remain on a good relationship with them.

This brings up the question of how inteligent/sentiant is a Servitor. I would believe that a medical servitor would need a little more bed-side manner if she's going fufill the roll of a nurse, and some decision making capasity if she's operating on her own like that.

My inital responce would be shock, followed by an off-and responce somewhere to the effect of 'you can have feelings?' or 'I didn't know you were programed for that.'

Honestly, I can see Servitorhood being bestowed upon lesster initiates of the machine cult, as well as slaves,criminals, ect.. If she was vulintarilly converted, she may be more machine then human, but she may still have a full personality intact. In which case, things may get interesting.

TL;DR: Check her for compatable 'interface' ports.

Multiple paths running here.

>>4309048
You hear her say "If we are alike, we can be together. I will make you like me" she begins to sing a lullaby as she injects an anesthetic into you, as you fall asleep, you could swear you hear a chainsaw powering up....

>>4309071
She doesn't seem to understand. She tilts her head a little.

>>4309062
Depends. What's your tech-use like?

AM STEALING IDEA FOR MY NEXT DARK HERESY CHARACTER.

>>4309087
You're sure you hear her giggle as you do this.

>>4309086
Gussying her up real good, huh? Do your fellow acolytes approve of your new army candy, I wonder?

>>4309045
Hmmm... You make a valid point. We stand to make a tidy profit from multiple arenas. Servitor sex for some, pimpin' out my servitor for others... Are there any other venues that I should make sure I have cameras around before engaging in?

>>4309111
You're playing as a servitor?

>>4309105
>hear a chainsaw powering up
BRAIN TO CROTCH, EMERGENCY RECALL
ABORT ABORT ABORT

Wow. Didn't think my suggestion would warrant a response.

>>4309043
I wake up and look around.

>>4309125
Naw, tech priest medic.

It's flawless. The rest of the party will either see the wisdom of joining the machine cult, or they will serve the machine cult as servitor parts.

>>4309133
Uncanny. I'm currently doing that.

>>4309105
>She doesn't seem to understand. She tilts her head a little.
Now I'm thinking she's a little off. "Well, I don't know how long I've been out for, but I'll get bed sores if I lie here any longer. I'm just going to walking around outside for a bit." Then I nonchalantly get away as fast as I can.

>>4309118
Yeah, I'm probably going to lose some points with them over this, but if you recall from my first statement, it's not like they haven't slipped something into my recaf before. I've already lost a good number of points with them for not jazzing my reports to our Inquisitor to make us look good, but that's also earned me a spot in the good graces of my Inquisitor -- he knows he can rely on me to tell him the truth of the matter.

The only chick in our group does put out and is a prissy bitch, so fuck her. (By the throne I wish I could) The Cleric thinks I'm worse than an underhiver, despite the fact that I attend more than the manditory sermons. The two Guardsmen are pissed at me because I'm a better gambler, and the Arbiter thinks I'm a criminal even though I've just been a professional duelist my entire life.

...Yeah, I don't much care, I don't think.

>>4309124
Hmmm... Basic maintenance and repair will also be a jackpot with Techpriests... make sure to remove the access panels SLOWLY, that drives them NUTS, in a good way.

Let's see... I might have to talk to my... "contacts" For now just film everything you're comfortable with. And a few things you aren't.

>You hear her say "If we are alike, we can be together. I will make you like me" she begins to sing a lullaby as she injects an anesthetic into you, as you fall asleep, you could swear you hear a chainsaw powering up....

BAD END

>>4309162
...Tell you what, I'll go halfies with you on a servo skull. It'll make things easier in the long run.

>>4309132
You feel strange...not bad..not good but different... you feel without temperature, without pain...but you feel a glorious sense of purpose in your every fibre. You lookd down at your body, it has been altered in a way you may have once found perverse, but noe enjoy. A seamless union of flesh and metal. She releases the clamps, and allows you to stand and presents to you mirror.

It is at that point that you realize that she has remade you, from metal and vat grown parts to be exactly in her image. She embraces you, warmly and smiles.

"My own clone...now neither of us will be virgins..."

She begins to sing once more as you feel your bodies interlock and connect in ways you never dreamed of as your body fills with a divine, logical ecstasy.

You are hers, she is yours. You are content.

>>4309161
You sound like a cool guy. Congrats on your new mecha-waifu.

>>4309151
She begins to follow you, not with any apparent intent, but rather as though it were her next logical function "where are you going?" she says, almost sadly.

>>4309173
DEAL! I Techpriest owes me a favor, we can get one at a discount.

>>4309179
GOOD END?

>>4308929
I was gonna say "footj--" and then I realized that is made of claw and ow.

>>4309200
>She begins to follow you, not with any apparent intent, but rather as though it were her next logical function "where are you going?" she says, almost sadly.
fffffffffff
Alright, "God Emperor preserve me, I somehow survived and I need to greet my associates and make sure they are alright as well. I also need my equipment, I've seen and experienced a lot of things, but being vulnerable like this is the worst possible situation." I'll then hunt down my gear and reoutfit and rearm myself.

>>4309240
She matches pace with you all the way to your equipment locker, you walk, she walks, you sprint, she sprints ( the sound of her claws clanging on the metal floor is particularly unpleasant.) You make it to your gear, she watches patiently as you re-equip yourself.
"A-are you going somewhere?"

>>4309205
Influx of free cash just for doing my thing, hot cold dickings... I knew accepting this offer was the best thing that could have happened to me!

>>4309240
... she's going to fucking kill you!

>>4309298
This entrepreneurial xibit scummer seems to have done rather well.

>>4309292
"Yes, yes I am. I'll pay you back for your kindness. But for now, the best I can do is..." I'll then sweep her off her feet and into my arms holding her just above the ground and give her a long passionate kiss. I'll then put her back onto her feet and walk away before she regains her senses.

>>4309298
You made me enough money to start my own company, and I've done nothing but expand.
And now I am the riches... "Rouge" Trader (yes, that WAS on purpose) on this arm of the galaxy. I've decided to increase your share to 15%!

My god, she going to convert the entire ship one by one, until you're all like her. Servitor orgy ensues.
Then, when your ship gets salvaged, the whole cycle begins anew..

>>4309339
She weighs several thousands pounds of metal and wires.

>>4309360
Then Plan B: Just kiss her dammit.

>>4309179
Gonna take a while to get used to...but at least I'm not alone.

>>4309234
I think so. At least as good as it can get in GRIMDARK.

>>4309339
She stands there, a look of shock and joy on her face as various parts of her whirr and click, as though she having to re-calibrate herself, and sure enough you make your escape.

You meet up with the rest of your group, they ask, why you're looking a little pale, you explain its just the injury. They slap you on the back, and rib you a little its good to be back in action.

You and your team take the next drop ship of this freighter as soon as you can, next stop, Malfi. There's a civilian uprising to deal with.

As you bed down for the night in your quarters, you hear clanging foot steps go by your door as a familiar sing-song voice says "I can smell you..."

>>4309408
ITT fatal attraction 40k. I hope you don't have a pet rabbit, scummer...

>>4309408

>>you hear clanging foot steps go by your door as a familiar sing-song voice says "I can smell you..."

Oh god no. I hold my fucking breath and duck under the bed.

Not the original guy, but that's what I'd fucking do. She ain't found me yet.

>>4308611
I look a little shocked, then look around and ask the servitor where my Psykana staff is.

>>4309345
AWESOME! Hey, glad to be of help! Tell you what, if I do make it to be an Inquisitor, you'll have somebody watching your back.

I feel very confused because I'm an orc barbarian with druid levels

>>4309453
I very much hope you live that long.
On that note tel Your Inquisitor that his... "shipment" is ready, he just needs to set up the drop-off point.

>>4309451
The servitor says, "That's it, I'm tired of this mastercraft force weapon bull shit. Psykanas deserve more than that. Much, much more."

>>4309451
She smiles a little shyly and in an awkward metallic voice says "the only one I care about is right here" before drumming her manipulator fingers on your inner thigh.

>>4309445
Don't be breaking my stride. And she can smell me, hiding under the bed isn't going to do any good. She will at least take a moment to break through the door. My first thought is she put something in my wound to track me down with. First though I'll barricade the door with something similar to a book case or dresser. Second is an escape plan, if there is a window, be prepared to escape out that way, using a chair or something to break it first. Thirdly, I am myself and get ready to aim for the face.

I think I know what to do, being a /m/an and all.

>>4309408
I fucking lol'd
Love....... cannot be stopped.
Open the door and invite..... her? in.

>>4309477
I know nothing more than you have a package for him. I ask no questions, nobody tells me any lies.

That said... I'm willing to take a pay cut if you could hunt me down some unstamped bolter rounds...

>>4309494
You hear the faintest scratching at you door and a dreamy sounding song you don't recognize. Then nothing. You sleep with your pistol at the ready, but in the end, nothing happens. You end up feeling a little tired.

The next day in the mess hall, no one seems to know anything or have heard anything. Your commander worries about you a little, suggests you visit the medical bay, before planetfall.

I need a Melta Gun. I need a Melta Gun right fucking now.

>>4309489
I gulp nervously, completely unprepared for this sort of situation, before shuffling a few inches further away from her.

Now a little freaked out, I ask her for identification, and where my staff is again.

>>4309526
Oh hell no. I'm finding my Tech-Priest friend and saying the day's a party before planet fall and its all on me. No way in hell am I going to find myself alone for the rest of the day. I'll mention nothing to this guy though, don't want to turn him away thinking I'm crazy.

>>4309526
>suggests you visit the medical bay, before planetfall.

>>4309523
... If you're willing to... "utilize" one of the rounds in an "alternative" manner and film it, I can get you a box of 50.

Also... someone here ordered "Chaos Chicks Gone Ordered 12; Summer on Slorn 8"

>>4309539
Your techpriest friend is glad to see you as always, at least as much as he can express. He admires your bionically repaired shoulder and asks you what's up.

>>4309532
"medicae unit 43893...and you are..?" she says her manipulator fingers dragging you back towards her.

>>4309581
"This question may have no premise but hear me out buddy. I'm not too well versed in servitors, but is it possible for those things to retain their own will and desires? I see them walk around sometimes, and I don't know what to think of them when someone isn't telling them what to do."

Being an Eversor assassin, I simply stare at her for a while, scratching my head with my claw at all this affection.

>>4309559
I have no idea what you're talking about we need that servo skull now.

...And, uh. That sounds awfully heretical. I'd better, uh, confiscate that. And give you reparations, of course. I can't confiscate your wares without reimbursement. It's how you make a living, right? Ahem. ...any idea when the next volume is coming out?

Being an Ogryn, I stare And ask "why is tiny lady shiny"

>>4309581
"I'm erm... someone who'd very much like you to let me go?"

I carefully try to pry her fingers off of my collar, but when I find her fingers too tightly clamps I panic and start struggling.

"Let me go! I said let me go! INQUISITOR! Someone! Anyone? HELP!"

>>4309627
GOOD SIR! I am simply a dealer in entertainment! I have the seal of approval of SEVERAL Inquisitors, and I find it offensive that you even HINTED that any of my wares are heretical!

Next summer. We're busy filming "Busty Sororitas 7; the Purging" and "Assassins exposed"

>>4309597
Your techpriest friend deploys his straw built in straw from his respirator, sucking down another joyliq before giving a contemplative sniff.

"In my experience,man. A servitors a servitor, they do what they're meant to, what you tell em to do. Run 10 goto 30 know what I'm saying?. I've seen 'em come from all places to perform all sorts of functions, some I'll spare from your tender fleshy ears. But I've never seen one with 'desires' as it were."

He grabs some nuts from the table grinding them into powder with his servo arm before filtering them into his grill.

"That's not to say it's impossible though."

>>4309662
I hate techpriest friend.
Fuck you Wil.

>>4309661
...

...

BEST. BUSINESS. PARTNER. EVER.

>>4309642
You hear muttering on the other side of the door "Oh great, the bolt magnet's having nightmares again. Servitor! Sedate him, would you?"

She deploys her servo arm and covers your mouth, and fans out her manipulator fingers to hold down your chest.

>>4309673
By the way... If your Inquisitor could... pass the word on that Asteria has NOTHING of interest whatsoever?
I want to draw attention away from Seleri. We... "discovered" an all female Slaanesh cult. We're... dealing with it.

>>4309662
"I've served in the trenches for a number of years myself. Only time I ever see anything human at all is on shore leave." I let out a short laugh. "Aren't those women pathetic? Latching onto the first guardsmans with his monthy pay in hand. I guess you call that 'desire' but not the kind you tell others about."

"What really frightens me though, is when one comes after you and you don't know what she wants."

>>4309696
... Sir, I want your autograph!

>>4309699
Techpriest friend does his usual barely perceptible laugh which sounds more like a theremin than anything.

"Bud, I had my junk replaced with an interface outlet 40 years back. I couldn't begin to understand 'normal' women. I just know fixing the tanks is more fun than it used to be,"

You hear rhythmic, clanging steps go behind you.

>>4309730
Shit. Well, I'll look behind me having an expectation of who I assume that is coming up behind me.

>>4309675
Now I'm really freaking out. As one hand tries to dislodge the servo arm from her mouth, so that I can say a few words and fry her brains, my other hand desperately grasps around for a weapon.

Triumphantly they close around the nearby table lamp, which I try to hit her with.

>>4309696
...One thing that I suppose I should let you know is that I don't lie to him at all. It... is one of the safeguards that I have to ensure that I retain his favor, when my fellow acolytes would lie to try an jockey for position. So, um, I need you to be, you know, specific when you say "we." You are telling me that a member of the Ordos is addressing this issue in a manner that would not excommunicate him, correct? And are you sure you wish for me to say that there is NOTHING of interest on Asteria, or that I have not heard word from any contacts that I may or may not have there? Or perhaps that any contacts that I may or may not have there have had nothing to report?

>>4309751
Asteria is just an Agri-world. There really IS nothing interesting... well Unless the galaxie's largest Turnip is interesting. They turned it into a museum. About itself.
And.. well about your other question... Well... I'll tell you that yes there IS a member of the Ordos present, and he... FIRMLY believes that it is always best to gather information and observe your enemies before moving on them.

>>4309740
You see an ordinary waitress, who collects your glasses. "Anything else, sirs" You techpriest friend orders 3 more joyliqs, since you agreed to pay.
"sir?"

>>4309744
"Oh please don't struggle, I promise I'll be gentle.." you smash the lamp against her which barely phases her, but sends an electrical pulse through her body, and subsequently through yours, stunning you.

You blink rapidly, trying to get ti together when you realize she has maneuvered herself on top of you, her knees on either side of your body. She has grabbed your arms and held them down.

As you try to speak a syringe on a piston jabs you in the mouth with local anesthetic.

She smiles broadly.

TECH HERESY.

>>4309784
Oh shit. The anesthetic appears to be too much for me. I manage to slur 'Motherfu' before passing out.

>>4309819
CLANK CLANK CLANK!
You gettin' RAPED!

>>4309784
"Sorry, don't mind me. I'll be alright for now. I haven't finished my rotgut quite yet."

With one gulp I finish the rest of my drink and stand up. I reach into my pocket and produce enough thrones to pay for what me and the tech-priest have consumed thus far and place it on the counter.

"I'll be back in a bit friend, I'm on my way to the medical bay. They said I should go in for one last check up. I shouldn't be putting it off any longer. If I'm not back in 10 minutes something horrible may have happened to me on the way there. Be a pal and come help me out if that's so."

I pack up my gear and make sure I have my trusty las-pistol still at my side.

>>4309819
You awake in the same medical bay,alone, feeling as though you've just been fed through and industrial grinder, but with odd sense of relief and satisfaction.

Your clothes are all but torn to shreds, and your body is dusted with scratches and small puncture marks, perhaps most unsettling of all is the severe bruising around your pelvis.

You lie back, fairly certain your legs are broken you manage to raise your arm which has some binary hastily scarred into it.

A few days later, when your our of the medical bay you ask a techpriest about it. He snickers and assures you that it translates roughly to "thanks for a great time xoxo"

>>4309780
Alright then. See, now we're talking on the same line. I said I wouldn't lie to him. That said, should he take an interest in this matter, I can tell him that I believe that I've heard that a most outstanding member of the Ordos, whose name I sadly did not catch, is handling the situation at this juncture. As well, I'm pretty sure that he'll be... distracted with his "package" you are so kindly delivering for him, am I right?

Oh, which reminds me... I almost forgot. We ran into some filthy heretics that were dealing with xenos a while back. Not only were we able to take out this unwholesome group, but we were able to capture one of the eldar that they were dealing with. I had the pleasure of being an interrogator for not only two of the people, but also the eldar herself. ...I think it would be good of us to distribute the recording of the interrogation of the humans as a warning of the dangers of dealing with a xenos. Of course, I'm not so good with these things, so the, ah, rather unorthodox interrogation methods that I used on the eldar might still be attached. If it happens, do you think that you could, uh, separate it from the other two and dispose of it however you see fit?

>>4309828
A human doctor stands in the medical bay, muttering over a data slate. He raises an eyebrow as he notices you've brought a weapon.

"what seems to be the trouble, soldier?"

>>4308611
Sanctioned Psycher, medium power. Equipment: honorifica, laspistol and force weapon not present, but the force weapon at least is close enough to sence.

I blink with the glass orbs that are in my eye sockets at the servitor and wonder what my mind has done to the poor contraption while I was out. I worry that something important might have been damaged in the augmentics that help to focus my powers and keep the daemons at bay. At least it's not growing tentacles...

I smile at the servitor and ask for food and water, explaining that I am going to speed up my own metabolism and finish healing faster, and I would (being sure to emphasize the word) love it if she could go bring me something.

>>4309862
I would be HAPPY to help the Inquisition in any way I could, up to and including distributing videos for them. If this means selling recorded warnings, I would be glad to.
And, well, we can't ALL be Techpriests, can we?
If you happen to, well, be present during a Tau interrogation, I know some people who need to be warned about them.

>>4309853
TRAUMATISING END

Add 1d10 insanity points.

>>4309872
She activates the table clamps, holding you in place for your own safety, but nods and agrees to get you some food. She leaves the medical bay with you clamped to the table as she coos to herself "the little ones need food survive"

>>4309900
I, being in the bed next to the Psyker, call out to her to get me something too.

>>4309870
I notice him look at the weapon. "Oh this don't pay any attention to it. One time a grot with a death wish and a knife jumped me in my sleep. Gave me this Scar right here." Pointing to the line vertical over my right eye. "If I hadn't woken up the second I did it would have been my jugular instead. Ever since I always pack a little heat with me." I look around and notice she/it is not here. "I'm going back into action tomorrow and I came to get one last check up. I notice your servitor isn't here today."

>>4309889
If I'm lucky enough to do so. So far, we've only encountered them once, and I was not yet highly enough ranked to even be privy to the interrogation. I may not be privilaged enough to encounter another for some time -- unfortunately, we've mainly been dealing with genestealer cults lately, and it's generally wisest to just burn them out than try and interrogate.

>>4309920
Of course, of course. I'd do the same. Even I don't know anyone who would be... well who would NEED "warning" about genestealers.

>>4309900
>LITTLE ONES NEED LOTS OF MEAT TO GROW UP BIG AND STRONG

>>4309918
The doctor winces, incredulously.

"I don't HAVE a servitor, well anyway, lets see what's wrong with you, have a seat."

The checkup goes well. Your reactions seem fine, your shoulder has healed and taken to it minor upgrade well, you seem to be in top condition.

The doctor slaps you on the back. "You're as fit as a fiddle, m'boy! just wait here a second, I need to get a print out of your results from the other lab. I don't know why they don't just dont give me my own" he mutters as he leaves.

You hear a faint musical humming for a few seconds as he opens and closes the door. A clanking sound decends the hallway outside.

>>4309950
oh, OH!

SHIT OH GOD WE'RE DEAD OH SHIT! OH FUCK!

>>4309965
... Is the name of the shit the "Event Horizon"?

>>4309900
I listen for the clanking to become distant, making sure it's going in the galley's general direction, while thinking that the thing sounds more maternal than deranged. No matter, the last time I was bolted to a table my eyes shot out of their sockets and exploded, and that was far from the worst of it. Since then I've had a thing about being stuck to tables.
>>4309906
I turn to the guardsman next to me and give him my best 'shut up' scowl, complete with 'eyeball lightning' as his mates have nicknamed it, before convincing the table that it's a good idea to disengage the clamps. I sit up on the slightly scorched bed, cross my legs, and attempt to use warpsight to observe the servitor from the ether. If it's got a warp presence at all that means something is wrong, terribly wrong, it shouldn't have much more warp presence than a lasgun.

>>4309965
>I don't HAVE a servitor...
I fucking knew it, damn you narrator!

I stand up and wait at the furthest area of the room across from the door. I take note of my surroundings and any other escape routes. It's time for the final showdown. I'm going to get some answers, settle this once and for all, and if that doesn't work do some long distance welding practice with my las-pistol. I try to compose myself however, I don't want to look like I'm ready to shoot her.

>>4309906
>>4309900
>>4309872

She returns a few moments later bringing you both bowls of warm nutrislush, deactivating both of your clamps so that you may eat it.

She clasps her limbs, expectantly, as though she made it herself.

"Please, enjoy"

>>4310017
So she loves all of them?

>>4310017
I thank the servitor as I distractedly begin eating the gruel I attempt to see into the servitor to detect a warp presence, the litanies required to bring forth warp lightning begin to roll around in the back of my head, just in case I find something I don't like.

>>4310016

The doctor re-enters the room with a printout. He chuckles noting your distance. "You look like you've seen something dreadful, old boy"

He hands you a printout and smiles, winking "I was jumpy the first time it happened to me too."

He guides you outside.

>>4309946
Precisely. Still, hopefully soon we will have better assignments...

>>4310041
No. She loves ME. And I've got 50 bolter rounds ready to argue with anybody who might take her away from me. I'M the one who chromes her. I'M the one who gives her gold foil. I'M the one who makes her hair pretty. She's MINE.

>>4310045
She lacks any warp presence, and is just watching you eat, enthusiastically. 'Is it good? Do you feel better?"

>>4310058
"Er-um thanks."

I make a mental note to have the Tech-Priest give me the lowdown on this new shoulder. Should have remember that before.

Once outside I'm still paranoid as all hell so I try to hear the same song once again and the sound of moving gears. I also look up and down the hallway, hell up and down to make sure she isn't lurking around somewhere. Upon being convinced if I was hearing things I take a moment to read what is written down on the paper.

>>4309350
As far as apocalypse scenarios go, that's pretty hot.

>>4310097
Your techpriest bud is standing in the hallway. "Its been 10 minutes, did something dreadful happen?" he snorts, a little tipsily.

Not particularly amused you glance down at the doctors medical report:

'They grow up so fast.'

You hear the doctor's door lock

"Well?" the techpriest asks.

>>4310071
Assured that the machine is not posessed, and that the former human's soul has not clawed it's way back from undeath I gratefully thank it for the meal and for watching over me. I say to it that we now have our seperate duties to see to and give it the blessing of the emperor and the omnisiah. I ask it to care for the guardsman beside me as well as it took care of me, and calmly walk to the door.

>>4310125
This is some mind fuck nightmare fuel shit

>>4310125
"Yeah something is going on alright. We're heading to my quarters right now, try to keep up and not trip. I'd use that auto-sanguine to sober up in a hurry." While walking I bring up my first question, "Ever hear of implants that give cause hallucinogenic events?" I motion my hand over to my previously wounded shoulder. "It's not my good arm, so I want you to contact the machine spirit in it and shut it down."

>>4310131
You and your guardsman associate meet up with your inquisitor and a roll call begins. Your commander pauses as he notices someone missing. "Where's that adept we had? Finley? anyone seen Finley?"

Everybody shrugs.

>>4310189
The techpriest (who you remember is called Wil) shrugs as the various pipes and hoses on his back hiss and gurgle as his eyes become focused again.
"I as enjoying that buzz"

He follows you dutifully to your quarters wondering why you would want your arm shut down. "Hallucigenic effects? from bionics?" he chuckles. Well, I mean its possible, but I ain't never heard of getting them from a shoulder."

As you walk he glances at the parchment in your hand.

"'they grow up so fast'? what the warp does that mean?"

>>4310229
Damn, im not the RPer but if i was you i'd explain this whole mess

>>4310229
"Just shut it down Wil, and meanwhile I'll come straight with you. After taking that slugga round in the shoulder and nearly dying of blood loss from that artery being ripped clean off I was out for a few at least days right? Well, when I woke up there was a servitor tending to me, the odd thing was she was rather sexually promiscuous. I played along thinking it was some innocent joke, but it turned into a level 5 stalker in an instant. You're first reaction should be that I'm crazy, and dammit you'd be right five minutes ago. It all makes sense in hindsight. I can't prove it but that doctor is crooked."

Hopefully by now my entire left arm is now disabled so I'll have Wil help me tie it in a sling and then I'll continue.

"When I went in for the checkup I asked where he servitor went and he said he did not even have one. Despite that I could still hear it outside. Hell I even heard it back in the bar when I was talking with you. What this paper means I don't know, but we're going to have to investigate this doctor. Without proof though we're looking at discipline from the commander, and if this whole thing is just some bigger plot then that time wasted is a big mistake. If you don't think I'm crazy or you at least trust me, lets go back to the doctor's office. And if you do come be ready, the guy was put off that I was armed. My gut tells me now that he was scared shitless inside that someone was already on to him. That means what ever he's doing next is happening really fast."

KEEP GOING YOU FOOLS

I like this thread

>>4310291
Inb4 will IS the servitor

>>4310196
I volunteer that guardsman what's-his-name and I didn't see him in the infirmary, though one of the servitors is a bit odd, it seemed... eager, though it was not outright malfunctioning. If he was wounded it might have stuck him in a broom closet somewhere. I didn't get the servitor's designation.

I'd prefer not scrying for him since that's always risky, and I'm sure the ship's provost have nothing better to do than go look for him. I don't want to look like a lazy bastard, and I'll give them a hand if the Inquisitor likes; feeling a familiar soul at close range is just something I do.

>>4310291
Wil finishes fixing your arm in a sling. "That" he begins "Is just too far out there to be a lie. Lets get to the bottom of this" I'm gonna go to my quarters and get my hellgun. You wait here, and keep the door locked. I'll be back in 10 minutes.

"lets get to the bottom of this"

If will dies i will cry

>>4310319
The provosts and the rest of the crew fan out but for the life of them, can't find Finley.
Your commander taps you on the arm. "Finley had all the information we needed for our next mission, psyker, any chance you could find him with your hocus-pocus?"

>>4310337
"Wait one minute Wil. Don't take me for someone who hasn't read at least one book in his whole life to know where that will end up. You should know Gaius doesn't go into a fight by himself. If I did, every shoota would be pointed at me that last battle."

I grab my Lasgun from my footlocker, slide and lock the bayonet underneath and grab two extra charge packs.

"We hang out enough to not arose suspicion walking around together. Right now we're just running a bit of an emergency combat drill. Although, I'm just itching if that doctor worships Slaanesh or something. I've got a notch for Nurgle and Khorn Cultists on my lasgun, but not him."

>>4310373
"Straight thinking,man" Will says clicking his fingers as if remembering something. "You got my back, like back on Hetrodyne".

You make you way cautiously through the dropship other guardsman walking by raise eyebrows and occasionally tell you that you don't planetfall for another hour or so, and its too soon to be doing combat drills. You press on to Wil's quarters.

Wil wades through a pile of rotgut cans to find it but from under his bed he produces his trusty old hellgun, he wipes a little dust off, mutters something, and switches on the backpack with bass whine.

"lets go dancin'"

I think I love Wil

>>4310363
I explain to the commander that I've been trying, but the farther I extend my awareness the more dangerous it gets. As I am now I don't see, but I am, as always, aware, and I pose no threat whatsoever, thanks to my bionics, training, and The Emperor's personal blessing. I could draw upon the power of the warp so deeply that I could cover the whole base all at once, become aware of all of it, and find him at the cost of my immortal soul, and the souls of the guardsmen who would have to slay the demon that lept out of my carcass. If Finley is dead or simply isn't here then it'd be for nothing because I wouldn't sense him in either case.

I let the commander know I'll be with the Inquisitor trying to figure out where he was last seen before he disappeared, where he was supposed to be before rollcall, begin questioning key personnel and look into any signs of deception. I'll also extend my awareness to the point of being an acceptable risk, but still a risk, just in case Finley comes into my proximity.

>>4310434
Wil and I make our way back to the Medical Bay. I am ever mindful that other people with implants from last battle might suddenly come under the same effect and mention this to Wil as well. Suggesting he prepare his own augmentations against outside intrusion. I motion for him to try and be quiet as I listen through the door for activity inside. Should I be convinced that there is no one inside I manually open the door and hold my lasgun forward (With recoil gloves on, don't forget yours kid!). If convinced the room is clear I motion my hand for Wil to step inside. I then move over to the door of the doctor's office and listen for any movement or presence.

I whisper to Wil, "Seems all is quiet. You chat with the door to open it if its locked or trapped. Since I had to go in first last time on Theroyle you go in crouched, I'll give you fire support above you." I chuckle to myself, "It'll be sorely disappointing if there isn't anything horrible in there."

/tg/- fucking wierd fanfiction

>>4310466
As you extend your awareness to find Finley, your stomach rumbles. A dreadful thought crosses your mind.

>>4310471
Wil chats, what appears to be suave binary, into the door and it opens with ease, you proceed into the room as planned, the doctor is sleeping soundly in his chair, his hands clasped. There is the faintest sound of beeping diagnostic machines around you, but that is all.

>>4310486
I motion Wil over to the diagnostic machines while I take a second look around the room to ensure myself it is only us three inside and then silently aim my lasgun at the doctor's head and wait for Wil's analysis. My first instinct should the doctor wake up beforehand, would be to beat him with the butt of my rifle to knock him out. If he wakes up suddenly I make a warning shot to keep him still. Should he come right at me however, full auto.

>>4310486
Oh gods, they've eaten him haven't they? MIND BLOWN.

>>4310497
Wil nods in approval of your approach to the situation, as a techpriest he's not always sure how best o handle more combat orientated situations. Is internal auspex beeps a few times and he gives you the thumbs up. Its just the 3 of you here.

Wil taps his hellgun barrel against the doctors temple, clearing his mechanical throat to wake him.

The doctor slumps forward then falls from his chair with a wet smack, a jagged cut on the back of his neck, severing his spinal chord. He is very dead.

>>4310523
I immediately Aim at the doorway should someone be there. And because everyone forgets about above and below them, I point my lasgun there.

"Well Wil, this is unexpected. Suppose he thought the jig was up and offed himself?" Upon checking the wound more closely it is indeed his spine that is severed. "Never mind, I'd sure like to meet the guy who can cut his own spine in two. I guess we should scan his records, if he's dead we've lost our lead for now."

OH JESUS IT GETS DEEPER BUMP FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

This started as sort of weird Servitor lovin' thread.

It rapidly became mind-fuckery. MIND-FUCKERY.

>>4310486
"Key personnell..." I mutter to myself as though my own belly was trying to tell me something, and quickly recoil my mind from the warp. Being the only thinking man here means nobody is going to know if I use my abilities or not, and I think I can figure this out the old-fashioned way. Adepts don't defect to the Orks, they defect, but not to Orks, not for all the squig-pies in the galaxy. If he was dead somewhere he would have been found, the provost even checked the latrines and garbage. I've got a gut feeling that he found his way to the galley; perhaps his soul cries out for a dish best served cold, or perhaps I was too preoccupied with that damn servitor to watch what I was eating. It can't be anything other than a servitor, a vacuum or presence in the warp would have given it away. It had to have known what it had served me, because it's a medical servitor, so someone is pulling that thing's strings. I've got somewhere to start at least.

I'm going to fry that servitor if I see it again and blame it on needing to release psychic steam, as though I was some biological pressure cooker. That always works as long as it's monitors and servitors getting reduced to slag and gristle.

Making sure my laspistol is clear in it's holster and my force weapon has just the right amount of crackle I set off in the direction of the medical bay before a relevation smacks me in the face like an Eldar teabag. If Finley had our orders I might be able to pull them from what is left of the servitor's mind if Finley was interrogated in it's presence. Hell, I can figure out who reprogrammed the thing while I'm at it. I just have to hope some triggerhappy guardsman hasn't peiced this together and is going in lasgun half-cocked hoping for an accomodation.

I'm archiving as you read this

>>4310571
As you arrive in the medical bay, the servitor is there tending to another patients broken as he too enjoys a warm bowl of nutrislush.

"Can I help you?" she asks in a far colder tone than before. She doesn't appear to recognize you.

>>4310555
Wil staggers a little, taken aback by this turn of events, but he soon snaps to attention and his gun in whichever direction you do not, ensuring that you are covered.

As you lower your gun to the door you see a commissar standing there, aghast. He stares down at the doctor, then at your bayonet, then back at the doctor, then at your bayonet again, before making a non descript choking gasp and drawing his bolt pistol.

"Explain!! EXPLAIN!"

>>4310616
I snap to attention and salute.

"Sir! Veteran Gaius Zuriel! There is no blood on this blade! The cut wound does not correspond with my bayonet! Neither is there any fabric or cloth on me with blood! I had reasons to suspect this doctor was committing acts of heresy of illegal augmentation practice and experimentation! Now he is dead by means other then ourselves and we found him dead in his chair! Upon attempting to wake him he was already dead, sir!"

>>4310616
"Yes, you can. And you will. Now." I send a charge into my force weapon for show, warning the nearby guardsmen to get a good distance.
"I'm going to disable you, rip out your recent experiences, and find out what happened to the Inquisitor's adept. Maybe. Right now I'd settle for turning you to scrap."
I turn to the guardsman still holding his bowl, say "Put that down, you don't know who it has been." and prepare to battle the servitor.

>>4310671
>"Put that down, you don't know who it has been."

>>4310645
The commissar seems woefully out of his depth, he seems to be barely taking in you lengthy but hastily said explanation he keeps his gun trained on you, backing away, and shaking his head, he stammers and appears to begin to call for help, but as soon as he has backed out of the doorway, rapidly ascends through the ceiling, you hear muffled struggle as bolter shots begin to pierce through the ceiling around you.

>>4310671
The guardsman in the bed begins to panic, unable to escape with his leg broken. The servitor turns to face you and smiles, familiarly "I did only what you asked of me, master. Was it to your usual liking?"

>>4310716
"I think I hear a promotion Wil, but in the meantime. Take cover!"

I flip any nearby desk and take cover behind it, but for now keeping my eyes toward the ceiling.

>>4310738
Wil being slightly bulkier than yourself is not as able to dive for cover as easily and loses his servo mechadendrite to a stray bolter shell, cursing his luck as he dives over the operating table.

The struggle in the ceiling goes on for another 10 seconds or so before everything goes quiet. You feel a pain in your chest.

>>4310783
I look down at the origin of the pain while hoping I didn't get shot...again.

"You alright over there Wil?"

>>4310716
"Master?" I ask, my mind reeling, and my force weapon deactivating with a 'fzzz...pop'. This thing isn't capable of trickery, is it? Perhaps my mind did leak out into this thing while I was out cold, or perhaps there is another psycher in the base responcible for this and the servitor has mistaken me for this individual, but the only psychers on base are myself and the Inquisitor. Or somebody very good at hiding.
"Deactivate. If you fail to comply you will be deactivated." I draw my laspistol and train it on the servitor, not willing to risk the guardsman's life on the shotgun-like effects of Warp Lightning. The truth lays in this servitor's lobotmized mind, and I intend to get it.

>>4310783
The commissar won.

When his aide, Jurgen, came to help with his meltagun.

>>4310808
"I'm fine, Z!" You here Wil shout "What in the warp is going on here?! One moment, it like any other day then suddenly I will rip out your heart"

Wil sounds different.

You stare down at your chest. Its fine
, but damn , you've got wicked heartburn or something.

>>4310810

"Say the magic wo-o-ord" she sings

>>4309087
>This brings up the question of how inteligent/sentiant is a Servitor.
they are what you make them and/or want them to be.

>>4310837
ffffffffffffff
I shake my head and give a short prayer to the God Emperor. I then take a look at Wil, if I heard him correctly and judge if he's acting aggressively towards me.

"Wil, that's dangerous talk for what's going on, snap out of it or I'm going to take you down".

With what I have seen so far I have no choice but to open fire on him Full Auto.

"I remember what happened to my very first squad back as a conscript. Fight it! Don't make me fire!"

Sorry I'm late, I was reviewing the data from last weeks battle and improving the strategy employed. What have I missed?

>>4310837
"Enough." I drop my laspistol and have the servitor's face in my palm before it lands on the floor. I send enough Warp lightning through it to short out it's electronic systems without frying it's brain, or the guardsman in the bed.
"Sorry about that, Guardsman. This servitor either had a massive break down, or there's murder, treachery, and heresy afoot. I intend to find out."
I force my way into the servitor's mind, hearing a question about a techpriest but not really registering it, and not caring to be gentle or to go about it with finesse, I go backwards from the moment the mental link was established.

>>4309179
hmm good end or bad end. i`m not sure.

>>4310853
Wil raises his hands.

"Whoa! Whoa!! I just said 'One moment it's like any other day then suddenly all warp breaks lose' what the frak is wrong with you?!"

Your hear rate has returned to normal.

>>4310876
You see Finley going in for a routine check up then his face contorting in horror as he struggles on the table, a chainsaw decending upon his ribcage, you see his belongings and remains flushed out into space. You see this has happened before. McGartak, Brenz, Selbie, you were sure they had all been fatally wounded and had died on the operating table due to surgery complications. You see yourself, smiling contently after a meal. You see yourself, on a cliff gazing down at a small village. You see yourself at the golden throne, about to be sanctioned. You see yourself yourself yourself yourself yourself yourself YOURSELF YOURSELF YOURSELF.

She is at your side.

>>4310937

>>4310937
I cradle my head in my palms and utter another short prayer.

"Sorry Wil, I heard you say you were going to tear my heart out and I had chest pains. Something is going terribly wrong with me."

I put aside my Lasgun, laspistol and chainsword. So I can't use them to accidentally harm Wil. I then barricade the Door.

"That gunfire is going to get some attention soon. Whatever is out there will have to retreat if it hasn't already. And Wil. You're going to have to put me through a full scan on me. I don't think what ever is tampering with me was is in my shoulder alone."

AWESOME THREAD IS AWESOME!!!

Awesome thread.jpg

>>4310987
Wil nods, solemnly. "No foolin, Z.You have been looking a little shakey. Worse than that time that brothel we visited turned out to be a 'stealer cult"

Wil runs his Auspex over you and recoils. "Frak, man. Theres a gizmos the size of a golfball in your left lung.When the fuck did that happen?"

Wil gestures to the operating table. "at the very least we need to get a camera down there, find out what's going on here. But you may want that removed. If you didn't know it was there, its probably bad news, Z"

You hear voices outside the door, 2 guardsmen chattering about the noises they heard and wondering whats going on. One offers to go get the commissar so he can investigate, or at least get the door open. The other offers to stay on watch.

>>4310937
I tear myself away from the servitor's mind, trying to digest the information that flooded into my brain far too quickly. It couldn't be true, throne's sake I was on a mission when Selbie died, and this day was my first encounter with the servitor. Just to make sure I take a close look at the thing, and find nothing familiar, not in the augmentics, and not in the flesh.

What was left of the servitor's mind would now be fragmented. It had to have been a defence mechanism, a servitor couldn't withstand a psychic probe, a technovirus would befuddle the cogboys, so the servitor's memories were altered by the true culprit to defend against a psychic attack. That is the only anwser, and I can prove it to myself, as well as find out who is really responcible for this madness by checking McGartak's, Brenz's, Selbie's, and finally Finley's medical records. No doubt this particular servitor was the tool for murdering His servents, but it was no subtle thing, and servitors do not work without supervision, but to clean and serve.

"Murder, murder most terrible." I tell the stunned guardsmen, those who had the use of their hands seemed to have the sign of the aquillia locked permanently in them, and those who didn't were damn well trying.
I pick up my lasgun, take a moment to compose myself, and set off for the doctor's office and the records they held. Whoever supervised those 'procedures' was about to have a very bad day.

>>4311033
"Just tie me down here and do the best you can Wil. As long as I'm not bleeding I can live with a limp left arm and only one reliable lung for awhile. I'd be preferable to going crazy. Either I'm managing to fight it off for now or something is playing with me, and it might get bored real soon."

>>4311085
Pick up my laspistol*

This shit needs to be uploadan'd to 1d4chan when its completed.

EPICFUCKWIN THREAD IS EPICFUCKWIN

>>4311085
"Till next time" you hear a voice call behind you as you leave. "I do so enjoy our little games" as you turn back, the servitor is still on the ground, deactivated.

You shake your head. You're innocent. Of course.

>>4311088
"I'll make it quick seeing as we're on a time budget" Wil says fastening you to the table. "I don't have time or the appropriate knowledge to do this properly, so I'm gonna need you to tough this out. The clamps are for BOTH of our protection, believe me" he snickers trying to add a little levity to the situation.

He produces a thin skewer with electricity crackling from it and begins listening to your chest.

He begins singing to himself.

The guardsman outside the door screams briefly you hear 2 thumps one sounds like a body hitting the floor the other sounds like a head hitting the floor.

I return from a fruitless search for the commissar to find my friend dead, his head severed from his body and blood covering the walls.

>>4311157
There is nothing I can do but grit my teeth and bear the pain and trust Wil despite whatever tricks my mind tries to play on me. That and hope a steady stream of guardsmen eventually take out this mystery threat or at least keep it busy.

>>4311201
SPOILERS: SHIP IS A DRACULA FACTORY

>>4311157
As I reach the doctor's office I see a guardsman's head roll out. I take a moment to wonder just when I realized that Cadian pattern helmets make heads roll exceptionally well. It must have been decades ago. This has been a bad day... bad week for a lot of people, but at least you can tell when you are starting to get to the bottom of things when hats, or helmets start hitting the floor.
Lasgun, check. Force weapon, check. Basic training... knew I forgot something. Oh well, The Emperor protects, particularly well in a few cases, like when you can ask Him for it personally. (goodnight all)

>>4311215
I KNEW IT!

>>4311171
>>4311222
And so the monster had two more victims...

>>4311222
Bumping for imminent death

>>4311201
Wil raises his head "Gotcha!" he says placing a hand on your chest, and driving the crackling skewer in.

You thrash against the restraints as a small electrical pulse detonates in your lung, rippling through your body. It gets harder to breath, but you can. For the first time since you kissed the servitor, your head feels clear.

Wil shakes his head "man, bet that smarted, huh Z? Still its for the best. Lets see if we can't get that looked at properly once we straighten out this me..."

Wil is yanked off his feet cursing and thrashing as mechanical limbs pull him into the ceiling tiles you can only watch as he ascends all the way up and out of sight you hear him shriek, it sounds like a modem gone wrong. Blood drips from the hole int he ceiling, and is oon followed by a familiar looking set of clawed mechanical legs.

It's her.

She smiles down at your restrained body, running a hand through your hair as she licks the blood and sacred machine oil from her chainsaw blade.

"Right back where we started" she beams, warmly.

Am now mashing the OHSHI- button.

>>4311258
WIL! NO!

shit is getting freaky.

servitor love leads to insanity, heresy, and death.

Is it just me, or is this thread autosaging? It's no longer appearing on page 0 for me.

Time for a new thread perhaps?

>>4311335
OP/GM here. We're almost done here. Just make a separate tab, use noko and ride the autosage.

F5ing like the fist of an angry god. Also, fuck you all, I should be sleeping.

>>4311258
As you thrash and struggle against your restraints she brings her face close to your own, her servo arms pawing about your flesh, as she sings that song of hers, that blasted song!

She brings herself next to your ear, biting it playfully before whispering into it seductively

"Gaius Zuriel
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you lost the game."


and with that, we conclude what began as a shameless excuse to post one of the few pieces of art I'm proud of and became a truly enjoyable little adventure for me to spin. Thank you all for playing.

The scummer, the sleeper, the psyker who got raped, the psyker who is in denial, and of course, Zuriel. You were all good sports.

Thankyou and goodnight

>>4311509
You...you...collossal FAGGOT D:<

>>4311519

>>4311509
god damn. i should have seen that coming.

>>4311509
Fantastic OP, simply fantastic

have a good night's rest, you've earned it

Yeah, this might be worth an 1d4chan entry.

>>4311509
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.

I hate you. Except this thread was worth the lost sleep and your horrible sucker punch at the end.

>>4311528
>>4311509

I see what you did there.

>>4311600

Well, I would revealed myself earlier, certainly once all the praise started, but in the past, people have saged threads just because I was in them, so I thought it best to stay anonymous.

Makes so difference now, though. Now all I have to worry about is my DH group knowing I spent my evening doing this instead of drawing more comic like I'm supposed to.

>>4311652
When can we expect the next part of that anyway? I'm starting to shine towards the tongueless adept.

>>4311671
I tend to draw pages in lots of 3 or 4, so I guess some time next week. Its one of the few things I bother to pencil and shit first, so it actually takes even me a little while.

>>4311671
Yeah, I'd like to see the next part(s).

Anything new with the tech-priests?

>>4311713
Both techpriests are exploring the possibility of SCIENCE.

One is testing trying to see what advantage can be gained through accessing the ships central control unit, the other is testing out the scientific effects off adding grenades to more grenades.

>>4311733

>>4311509
Awww I feel alseep too, I was going to have a grenade held in my hand with the pin already pulled because I really didn't trust him after all. Oh well.

>>4312088
Wil could always be trusted. He was a true friend.

>>4312116
I was also insane.
"Sorry Wil... I lied too." And I spit a grenade pin at her face and smile.

*Kaboom"

>>4312150
It's a dud.

>>4312252
Oh I by all means wouldn't have expecting getting a good end. I'm sure the narrator was making things up as he went to fuck with us. But at least I would have made an end where he wakes up an emaciated person in an insane asylum, with a dead nurse in front of him full scotch burns. Then the doctors rush in and are aghast as to what happened. Then I turn around with my left forearm turned into a lasgun and give them a huge shit eating grin. "Things change."

>>4312350
Scotch burns? You had scotch and you didn't tell me. Also, an ending where its all a dream, and you have a lasgun for an arm is hardly bad end.