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    116 KB Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:05 No.4308611  
    You shake your head, you blink your eyes as your vision slowly returns, you can hear soft singing. It sounds wrong, but the last thing you heard was a slugga round piercing your shoulder, so you don't mind much. You realize that you're in the medical bay, be looked after by a servitor.
    When it notices youre awake, it stops singing and rushes to your side, you sit up, wincing as you still hurt. It leans close to you, its servos whirring and hissing as it descends, professes its love to you and kisses you.

    What now?
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:05 No.4308622
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:07 No.4308641
    ask if it still has a vagina

    also why/how was it singing/does it love me
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:08 No.4308651
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:09 No.4308662
    Is it heresy, just sounds like a malfunction. All the same, we should destroy it.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:10 No.4308680
    it still has a mouth. All i need.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:11 No.4308687
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    I recite the prayer of unjamming.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:12 No.4308696
    Well as techpriest I am totally cool with this, obviously. She shall be by my side. I accept her cold, logical, metallic love.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:14 No.4308707
    She'll need it after I J-J-JAM IT IN!
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:14 No.4308715
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    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:15 No.4308723
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:15 No.4308726
    To what?!
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:16 No.4308745
    >she has a mouth
    >Metal throat
    >servos whirring and hissing as it descends

    Enjoy that
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:17 No.4308748
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:18 No.4308756
    I'd be more worried about with what...
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:18 No.4308759
    Well then I just wouldn't stick in too deep.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:19 No.4308772
    I'd screwdriver the front plate of her lower chassis off. See if there's anything I can work with underneath.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:22 No.4308800
    I tell the local techpriest that his servitor is out of whack and good probably use a good thump.
    >> CommissarMega !!PJ/ldME8XhR 04/17/09(Fri)02:27 No.4308831
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    When in doubt.....JAM IT IN.
    Just...uh...put a cover on that chainsaw please.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:27 No.4308832
    Just smile at her, and fall back to sleep. Maybe the anasthesia is still running through me.

    ...I'll ask about all this later.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:33 No.4308862
    Say the Prayer of Deactivation

    Chant the Litany of Interfacing

    Recite the Tenants of Repair

    Praise the Omnissiah.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:35 No.4308881
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:39 No.4308901
    Spidery manipulator fingers begins stroking your hair as the singing resumes
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:43 No.4308928
    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".
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:43 No.4308929
    I ask her if I can fu...uh nope, never mind.
    Maybe I can stick it in her po..ah...nope..

    Don't tell me this is going to have to be platonic.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:46 No.4308943
    Cool. I can agree to that on one condition: I get a copy, and my Inquisitor gets one, too.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:47 No.4308951
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:47 No.4308955
    Sure, sure. I'll even give you 5% of the profits.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:50 No.4308968
    are we about to find out if love can bloom with all of your higher brain functions erased?
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:50 No.4308969
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:55 No.4309003
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)02:57 No.4309017
    Um, I ask her name?
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:01 No.4309033
    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?
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:02 No.4309043
    >you hear a clang

    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:02 No.4309045
    OH NO! I'll be recording that as well! You have no IDEA how much a Techpriest would pay for THAT!
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:03 No.4309048
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:03 No.4309050

    You being affixed to the table

    She's always smiling, so its hard to tell but as you work she keeps singing to herself and making little comments.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:06 No.4309062
    Is it possible to plug something into her that causes her to experience an orgasm? Also imagine the conversation with her leading to that.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:07 No.4309068
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    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:08 No.4309071
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:10 No.4309086
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:10 No.4309087
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:13 No.4309105
    Multiple paths running here.

    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....

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

    Depends. What's your tech-use like?
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:14 No.4309111
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:16 No.4309118
    You're sure you hear her giggle as you do this.

    Gussying her up real good, huh? Do your fellow acolytes approve of your new army candy, I wonder?
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:16 No.4309124
    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?
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:16 No.4309125
    You're playing as a servitor?
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:17 No.4309127
    >hear a chainsaw powering up
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:18 No.4309132
    Wow. Didn't think my suggestion would warrant a response.

    I wake up and look around.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:19 No.4309133
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:20 No.4309142
    Uncanny. I'm currently doing that.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:21 No.4309151
    >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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:23 No.4309161
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:24 No.4309162
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:24 No.4309163
    >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....

    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:26 No.4309173
    ...Tell you what, I'll go halfies with you on a servo skull. It'll make things easier in the long run.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:26 No.4309179
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:30 No.4309200
    You sound like a cool guy. Congrats on your new mecha-waifu.

    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:31 No.4309205
    DEAL! I Techpriest owes me a favor, we can get one at a discount.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:34 No.4309234
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:34 No.4309235
    I was gonna say "footj--" and then I realized that is made of claw and ow.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:34 No.4309240
    >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.
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:40 No.4309292
    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?"
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:40 No.4309298
    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!
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:42 No.4309315
    ... she's going to fucking kill you!
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:42 No.4309318
    This entrepreneurial xibit scummer seems to have done rather well.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:45 No.4309339
    "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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:45 No.4309345
    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%!
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:46 No.4309350
    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..
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:47 No.4309360
    She weighs several thousands pounds of metal and wires.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:48 No.4309375
    Then Plan B: Just kiss her dammit.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:50 No.4309395
    Gonna take a while to get used to...but at least I'm not alone.

    I think so. At least as good as it can get in GRIMDARK.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:51 No.4309408
    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..."
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:53 No.4309423
    ITT fatal attraction 40k. I hope you don't have a pet rabbit, scummer...
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:54 No.4309432
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    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:55 No.4309445
    >>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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:55 No.4309451
    I look a little shocked, then look around and ask the servitor where my Psykana staff is.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:56 No.4309453
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:58 No.4309475
    I feel very confused because I'm an orc barbarian with druid levels
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:58 No.4309477
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:59 No.4309484
    The servitor says, "That's it, I'm tired of this mastercraft force weapon bull shit. Psykanas deserve more than that. Much, much more."
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)03:59 No.4309489
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:00 No.4309494
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:01 No.4309500
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    I think I know what to do, being a /m/an and all.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:02 No.4309502
    I fucking lol'd
    Love....... cannot be stopped.
    Open the door and invite..... her? in.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:04 No.4309523
    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...
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:04 No.4309526
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:05 No.4309529
    I need a Melta Gun. I need a Melta Gun right fucking now.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:06 No.4309532
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:07 No.4309539
    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.
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    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:10 No.4309559
    ... 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"
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:12 No.4309581
    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.

    "medicae unit 43893...and you are..?" she says her manipulator fingers dragging you back towards her.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:15 No.4309597
    "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."
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:18 No.4309617
    Being an Eversor assassin, I simply stare at her for a while, scratching my head with my claw at all this affection.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:19 No.4309627
    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?
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:21 No.4309637
    Being an Ogryn, I stare And ask "why is tiny lady shiny"
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:22 No.4309642
    "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!"
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:25 No.4309661
    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"
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:25 No.4309662
    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."
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:28 No.4309672
    I hate techpriest friend.
    Fuck you Wil.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:28 No.4309673


    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:29 No.4309675
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:34 No.4309696
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:35 No.4309699
    "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."
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:40 No.4309724
    ... Sir, I want your autograph!
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:41 No.4309730
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:43 No.4309740
    Shit. Well, I'll look behind me having an expectation of who I assume that is coming up behind me.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:44 No.4309744
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:45 No.4309751
    ...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?
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:51 No.4309780
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:51 No.4309784
    You see an ordinary waitress, who collects your glasses. "Anything else, sirs" You techpriest friend orders 3 more joyliqs, since you agreed to pay.

    "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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:55 No.4309806
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:57 No.4309819
    Oh shit. The anesthetic appears to be too much for me. I manage to slur 'Motherfu' before passing out.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:58 No.4309824
    You gettin' RAPED!
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)04:58 No.4309828
    "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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:02 No.4309853
    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"
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:03 No.4309862
    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?
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:05 No.4309870
    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?"
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:06 No.4309872
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:09 No.4309889
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:10 No.4309893

    Add 1d10 insanity points.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:11 No.4309900
    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"
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:12 No.4309906
    I, being in the bed next to the Psyker, call out to her to get me something too.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:14 No.4309918
    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."
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:15 No.4309920
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:19 No.4309946
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:19 No.4309950
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    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:22 No.4309965
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:23 No.4309977
    oh, OH!

    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:23 No.4309979
    ... Is the name of the shit the "Event Horizon"?
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:28 No.4310010
    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.
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:29 No.4310016
    >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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:29 No.4310017

    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"
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:34 No.4310041
    So she loves all of them?
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:35 No.4310045
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:38 No.4310058

    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:38 No.4310061
    Precisely. Still, hopefully soon we will have better assignments...

    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:40 No.4310071
    She lacks any warp presence, and is just watching you eat, enthusiastically. 'Is it good? Do you feel better?"
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:44 No.4310097
    "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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:44 No.4310103
    As far as apocalypse scenarios go, that's pretty hot.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:47 No.4310125
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:48 No.4310131
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:49 No.4310139
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    This is some mind fuck nightmare fuel shit
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:57 No.4310189
    "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."
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)05:58 No.4310196
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)06:03 No.4310229
    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?"
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)06:06 No.4310249
    Damn, im not the RPer but if i was you i'd explain this whole mess
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)06:13 No.4310291
    "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."
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)06:13 No.4310292
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)06:16 No.4310312
    I like this thread
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)06:17 No.4310318
    Inb4 will IS the servitor
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)06:17 No.4310319
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)06:20 No.4310337
    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"
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)06:22 No.4310347
    If will dies i will cry
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)06:25 No.4310363
    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?"
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)06:27 No.4310373
    "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."
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)06:37 No.4310434
    "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'"
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)06:46 No.4310464
    I think I love Wil
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)06:47 No.4310466
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)06:48 No.4310471
    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."
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)06:53 No.4310480
    /tg/- fucking wierd fanfiction
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)06:54 No.4310486
    As you extend your awareness to find Finley, your stomach rumbles. A dreadful thought crosses your mind.

    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)06:58 No.4310497
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)07:02 No.4310508
    Oh gods, they've eaten him haven't they? MIND BLOWN.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)07:05 No.4310523
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)07:14 No.4310555
    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."
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)07:14 No.4310558
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)07:17 No.4310569
    This started as sort of weird Servitor lovin' thread.

    It rapidly became mind-fuckery. MIND-FUCKERY.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)07:17 No.4310571
    "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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)07:18 No.4310572
    I'm archiving as you read this
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)07:30 No.4310616
    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.

    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!"
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)07:37 No.4310645
    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!"
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)07:40 No.4310671
    "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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)07:46 No.4310700
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    >"Put that down, you don't know who it has been."
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)07:49 No.4310716
    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.

    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?"
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)07:54 No.4310738
    "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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)08:04 No.4310783
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)08:07 No.4310808
    I look down at the origin of the pain while hoping I didn't get shot...again.

    "You alright over there Wil?"
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)08:07 No.4310810
    "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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)08:08 No.4310813
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    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)08:10 No.4310817
    The commissar won.

    When his aide, Jurgen, came to help with his meltagun.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)08:14 No.4310837
    "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.


    "Say the magic wo-o-ord" she sings
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)08:20 No.4310852
    >This brings up the question of how inteligent/sentiant is a Servitor.
    they are what you make them and/or want them to be.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)08:20 No.4310853
    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!"
    >> Commissar Aedan 04/17/09(Fri)08:20 No.4310854
    Sorry I'm late, I was reviewing the data from last weeks battle and improving the strategy employed. What have I missed?
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)08:25 No.4310876
    "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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)08:31 No.4310919
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    hmm good end or bad end. i`m not sure.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)08:36 No.4310937
    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.

    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)08:38 No.4310949
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    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)08:45 No.4310987
    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."
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)08:46 No.4310991

    Awesome thread.jpg
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)08:53 No.4311033
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)09:00 No.4311085
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)09:00 No.4311088
    "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."
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)09:04 No.4311110
    Pick up my laspistol*
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)09:05 No.4311116
    This shit needs to be uploadan'd to 1d4chan when its completed.

    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)09:05 No.4311118
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    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)09:11 No.4311157
    "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.

    "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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)09:14 No.4311171
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)09:19 No.4311201
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)09:22 No.4311215
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)09:23 No.4311222
    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)
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)09:24 No.4311228
    I KNEW IT!
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)09:25 No.4311240
    And so the monster had two more victims...
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)09:28 No.4311255
    Bumping for imminent death
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)09:28 No.4311258
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)09:29 No.4311266
    Am now mashing the OHSHI- button.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)09:30 No.4311271
    WIL! NO!
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)09:33 No.4311291
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    shit is getting freaky.

    servitor love leads to insanity, heresy, and death.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)09:34 No.4311301
    Is it just me, or is this thread autosaging? It's no longer appearing on page 0 for me.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)09:42 No.4311335
    Time for a new thread perhaps?
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)09:45 No.4311350
    OP/GM here. We're almost done here. Just make a separate tab, use noko and ride the autosage.
    >> The DEE-VINE Kamina!! !!0QYEjps+C+V 04/17/09(Fri)09:59 No.4311412
    F5ing like the fist of an angry god. Also, fuck you all, I should be sleeping.
    >> Colossal Fagot !!7u4p/wlnm0y 04/17/09(Fri)10:20 No.4311509
    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

    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
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)10:21 No.4311519
    You...you...collossal FAGGOT D:<
    >> Colossal Fagot !!7u4p/wlnm0y 04/17/09(Fri)10:23 No.4311528
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    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)10:24 No.4311529
    god damn. i should have seen that coming.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)10:25 No.4311534
    Fantastic OP, simply fantastic

    have a good night's rest, you've earned it
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)10:27 No.4311541
    Yeah, this might be worth an 1d4chan entry.
    >> The DEE-VINE Kamina!! !!0QYEjps+C+V 04/17/09(Fri)10:31 No.4311570

    I hate you. Except this thread was worth the lost sleep and your horrible sucker punch at the end.
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    I see what you did there.
    >> Colossal Fagot !!7u4p/wlnm0y 04/17/09(Fri)10:46 No.4311652
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    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)10:49 No.4311671
    When can we expect the next part of that anyway? I'm starting to shine towards the tongueless adept.
    >> Colossal Fagot !!7u4p/wlnm0y 04/17/09(Fri)10:55 No.4311703
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    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)10:58 No.4311713
    Yeah, I'd like to see the next part(s).

    Anything new with the tech-priests?
    >> Colossal Fagot !!7u4p/wlnm0y 04/17/09(Fri)11:02 No.4311733
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)11:10 No.4311774
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    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)12:05 No.4312088
    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.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)12:10 No.4312116
    Wil could always be trusted. He was a true friend.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)12:15 No.4312150
    I was also insane.
    "Sorry Wil... I lied too." And I spit a grenade pin at her face and smile.

    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)12:30 No.4312252
    It's a dud.
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)12:47 No.4312350
    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."
    >> Anonymous 04/17/09(Fri)12:57 No.4312400
    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.

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