You just swallowed a piece of meat from the dead serf's body, waiting for you metabolism to extract his genetic memories.
Brother-Apothecary Tybalt is pulling up the zipper of the bodybag, and prepares to take it to the morgue.
"Is there anything I can do for you, brother?" he asks.

shameless bump

last try.

waiting for players

Goddamnit.
sorry tough guy, my brain's not really working.
Can't think of anything to say/do. You might just wanna come back later. =S
Shake head, move on?

Damn, am I too late?
But I think Iron Lung is right.

>>11948958
"Not at the moment."
We should leave to rest and prepare. Because like you said, if we do our mission too early, they will know who was behind it.

>>11949443
ok... let's do the most obvious thing, while others join the game.

***

"That will be all." you say to the apothecary.
"Farewell, then." brother Tybalt says, and leaves you with your thoughts.

As you leave the Apothecarion and ride back to the habs you start to "remember".
...fear overcomes you, you hear your blood rushing in your ears, your heart drumming a desperate beat. You run through the shadowy hallways, their grunts and howls echoing from the walls. They get closer by every second. You hear bare feet rustling on the metal decking, their yelping almost in your ears. You look back in desperation, seeing their flourescent eyes in the dark. Pain stabbing in your side with every step, drops of your blood splattering on the floor.
You race through a gateway, hitting the closing rune on the terminal, hearing as the portal shuts behind you.
You turn back, looking at the calming grey of the plasteel doors, reassuringly solid. Then...

Pain flares through your nerves as you feel sharp teeth biting into your neck. You cry out in alarm, and reach to your toolbelt, grabbing the first thing that gets in your hand. You swing the heavy wrench back, hitting your attacker in the head. You hear a loud crack and his grip loosen. You break free and set off in a rush through the endless maze of corridors...

The hiss of the mag-train doors sliding open pulls you back from your reverie, and you get off the car with haste. You're in the Legion Quarters yet again.

<what do you do?>

***
Captcha says:
>arretife obliterates

>>11949727
Can contact Solonis and ask him about if he got any plans for our task?
We could tell him the story about the serf while we're at it.

>>11949795
*can we
Contributing with the first error in this thread.

>>11949795
Solonis just left half an hour ago.
You can still vox him if you want to

Go to the serfs quarters after telling solonis what you saw. Power up your chainfist and unleash CARNAGE! Or atleast inquire about the deceased serf.

>>11949857
Lets vox him. Maybe something similar happened to him.

>>11949898
You report the fate of the serf to Solonis.
He isn't really interested, so you take the trip to the Serf Quarters alone.
Astartes aren't a common sight wandering around in the servant districts, so a serf attends you the minute you arrive.
He greets you with a bow, and asks in a low voice.
"What business brings you here, master?"

<what do you tell him?>

>>11949939
(Do we remember anything more of the Serf's memories? Such as why he was just outside our cell, if it just was coincidence or if had brought a warning?)
"I found one of your kinsmen collapsed and bleeding infront of my cell. What do you know of this?"

>>11949985
He wasn't actually in front of Your cell, but you found him on the way.

Nonetheless you tell the serf about the deceased man, and you see a shadow of a thought pass in his eyes.
"There were disappearences recently. Mutants, I'm afraid." he says.
"Mutants?"
"Yes, great one. There are rumors of mutants lurking in the abandoned quarter sections... We usually avoid those. Their power grids been out of order for a while."

<what do you do?>

>>11950078
We have stress, and we sweat boolets.
Have him show us where, and let's get some fucking PURGING done!

Plus, I try not to underestimate what the gratitude of a ubiquitous underclass can do.
If the serfs are grateful, they could potentially help us greatly with negotiating the politics of the chapter.

Let him direct us to the abandoned parts and lets make someones day a bit worse.
And by a bit worse I say lets butcher the lot of them. Oh, and unleash CARNAGE!

>>11950078
Ah damn, sorry, I'm not good at this, not good at all.
Mutants, eh? Where there's one, there's more. This might be where that Possesed one that we met earlier is hiding, after his failed assasination, going underground seems as the only natural thing to do. Hiding with other mutants seem reasonable, I think that this should get Solonis attention if we vox him.

>>11950098
The serf shows you the way through the hab district.
You see dozens of grey robed figures going after their business, marveling at your presence.
You are gigantic compared to their frail figure, forged from the stuff of legends, a hero of epics, yet you are no myth.
You see them live in poverty you never imagined existed on the ship.
As you go deeper into the Quarters the disrepair and filth becomes more and more apparent. Lights flickering, whole hallways unlit, the air recyclers out of order...

"We have arrived, great one." the serf says. "I cannot lead you any further, as these are the hunting grounds of the changed." and with that he backs away, leaving you facing the darkness ahead of you.

<what do you do?>

>>11950289
Feel a subdued, but real, stab of sympathy for the serfs.
Is it no one's duty to see to those who see to the Chapter's needs?
....
Focus anger, produce weapons.
Storm/combi-bolter for high fire volume and
and
AND
CHAIN FIST!

>>11950318
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7vI5iaB_Us

Put stompin' music on armor internal vox, too. =3

You dive in the shadows, advancing deeper and deeper into the no man's land that once provided home of hundreds. Your superhuman senses picking up the noise of movement ahead of you. Despite the echo the walls make you can tell they are far away.
You go unmolested for at least ten minutes before you hear them again. All around you. Bestial eyes flashing in the distance, reflecting the low light of flickering glow globes. Your eyes need no more, the enhanched eyesight given by the gene-modification you undergone at your recruitment, picking out the siluettes of grotesque figures. Their bodies are the mockery of the perfection embodied by man, disfigured limbs gripping curde weapons, and tools, their backs bent, bones showing under pale skin.
They mutter to eachother, the sense of the words lost to you.
You are surrounded.

<what now?>

>>11950405
>you are now imagining the Neo versus Smith clones fight

>>11950437
>Purpose. It drives us. It binds us. Defines us.
>We have come to take you what you taken from us, >brother Acherus. Purpose.
>*Mutant stabs you in the chest*

*take from you

>>11950405
Call out to them, question them.
If they don't answer in any meaningful way, then chainfist-gunpunch the closest one while frying foos with the the plasma gun.

>>11950457
>ohgodihavetodrawthis

>>11950405
Surrounded just means we can charge in any direction!

Unleash a bolter shit-storm, maximum RoF, 360", then chaaaaaaarge!

You there, Vostroyan?

You call out to them, but you only get grunts in return.

"Let's have it my way then." you say, then transform your left, growing twin bolter muzzles from your clenched fist.
You see the mutants charge towards you, shaking their crude weapons. You see tentacle arms and crab claws in place of hands, disfigured faces snarling at you, gaping mouths drooling.

You unleash a hail of bolts at the inhuman wretches in the front, instantly ripping them apart, their blood turning the decking slippery.
The muzzle flares illuminate the hall, and you see dozens of freaks closing on you from all direction.
You charge back, not wanting to miss even a second of it, meeting them head on in a brutal melee.
You cleave two in a half with a horizontal slash with the chainblade of your fist.
Makeshift weapons ring on your armour, primitive swords fashioned from scrap metal fail to penetrate the thick plates.
You backhand one of them, crushing his skull into a red paste. One beast is climbing up on your backpack, two other trying to hold your arm down. There are too much of them, and more are coming.

<what do you do?>

>>11950675
Can we manifest guns on our back? or our shoulders/Pauldrons?
If not, then manifest chainsword and spin around, slashing them to bits. Then maybe start a fighting retreat and shoot them with the plasma pistol (if we have it on our person).

>>11950675
Get mobile.
Spray and suppress with the arm-gun, not really aiming mind ya, and throw ourselves backwards attempting to crush the climber. Move with an aim of getting to a corner near something climbable.
Funnel the mob, nothing can stop us if we can keep from being pinned!

Also, Frenzy Fight. No need to be precise, only fast.

>>11950675
KEEP FIGHTIN'. FAST AN' BRUTAL.
Maybe we could try the classic "fall down on your back and crush a few mutants and then get back up".
Do I dare to suggest we vox Solonis if we get the chance? Seems as if shit is about to get real.

>Can we manifest guns on our back? or our shoulders/Pauldrons?
no.

>Plasmagun
You hastily reach for the plasmagun on you side, noticing its absence.

>Stay mobile / chainsword arm / etc

You spin around, slashing at the mutants in a wild abandon. You use all your body to wreak havoc among them, crushing skulls with your elbow, kicking over whoever comes too close, stomping on the ones that unfortunate enough to get on the ground.
You attempt to shake off the mutant from your backpack, but the holds on with all his strength. Turning your back against a wall, you crush the annoying worm between your armour and rockrete.

The mutants seem to be wild with hunger, too mad to fear for their own well-being, or to be disheartened by the death of their mates.

You lost count of the dead, and they are still coming at you. It starts to get tiresome, and you form gun barrels from your chainfist and unleash another hail of shells.

The ground is slick with blood under your boots when your run out of targets.
The last shell casing lands, ringing as it scatters across the floor, then the hall becomes silent, and dark again.

<what now?>

>>11950852
See if there are more out there, so that we can ensure no more serfs will turn up randomly on the brink of death.
Besides, if such matters are simply left alone, they can spread out of control.

Also, the plasma pistol is gone? Did we absorb it into ourselves? Try to manifest it. If it was simply forgotten somewhere else, then it's no big deal.

Bump? Bump,

>>11950886
You hold up your hands, visualizing the plasmagun appearing in your hand, and see your left morph, but somehow it can't take form. Your right, on the other hand, changes, the wide nose of the plasmagun sliding out from the back of your chainfist, the ribbed back of energy coils appearing showing through the amorph substance the armoured plates of the gauntlet turns into. A pleasant blue glow radiating from them.

<what now?>

sage for yet another fucking quest

>>11951005
Search for some more mutants I guess, if you can't find anymore within one hour of searching, then go back.

It seems like it's a little quiet here in this quest today.

combi-bolter in one hand, chainfist in the other.

SCOURGE AND PURGE!

You take off, leaving the hall turned slaughterhouse behind you, a gut feeling telling you, you aren't finished here.
You hear a distant growl, and see a number of eyes flash in the distance.
"Get him, my dears." you hear someone whisper in the dark, chains ringing as the beasts get released.
You see four great shapes coming at you in alarming speed, running on all fours, leaping over scattered junk. They have spiked iron collars around their necks, trailing heavy chains, snaking behind them as they run towards you.
As one howls, large yellowed fangs show in its maws. One clawed hand carries a large chunk of plasteel plating, torn away from some machinery.
You wait for them to come for you, then open fire, taking down one of them instantly with a burst of shells. The rest scatters, too fast for you to pull your aim on them, encircling you, like pack hunters. One strikes at you with an overly muscled arm, a huge boney club where its hand should be. You are faster, and catch the mutated limb with your chainfist with contemptous ease, but before you could do anything you are knocked over by a large body crashing into you.
You roll on the deck, ending on your back, a large mutant instantly leaping on your chest, pinning your chainfist arm in place with a chitinous claw.

<what do?>

>>11951107
We don't have a combi-bolter. We do have the chainfist though.

If those were the last ones and were SURE there aren't any more in the depths of the quarters then lets go talk to the serfs or try to absorb other weapons(powerfists, bolters, maybe an assaultcannon). If there still are more out there I say we go butcher them... with CARNAGE!

sorry, it's a bit slow today. there are lots of distractions today. still have no connection at home, so i'm forced to write from a local café.
saturday night here and people around me tend to get really loud, coming over my table to chat, or just being really annoying in general.

>>11951153
I would suggest bolter mouth but I don't think we can do that.
But our other arm is free right? Either plasma gun-punch or bolter-punch that ugly bitch.

Chainfist nearest baddie. Shoot boss baddie.

The mutant lowers his head to bite you, when you grab it by the throat, and fire through the bolter muzzle forming from your palm. The severed head lands next to your head and you push the prone body off you, just in time to face another monster.
He slashes at you with its claws. You hiss in pain as you feel the claws tearing at your face, drawing blood.

The next moment another one leaps on your back, tentacles wrapping around your neck.

<what do?>

We're a damn spehs mahreen we won't be held down by a meager demon pup. Throw that bastard off with our free arm and curbstomp his ass. Unleash unholy CARNAGE onto the other whelps and their master.

Plasma gun out of our chest and/or mouth.

>>11951285
Try to chainfist+chainsword the face of the bastard, then drop down on you back rapidly and let hundreds of kilograms of ceramite and flesh deal with the one on your back.

The beast in front of you licks its libs in anticipation, and lounges on you again. You expected the move and you strike with your left, transformed into a chainblade, severing the mutant's hand by the writs. He pulls back, yelping in pain, just avoiding the monstrous fist cracking with energy.
You try to shake off the beast on your back, when a lasbolt pierces the darkness of the hall, hitting you in the side, penetrating your armour where the plates are thinner.
You grunt in fustration, and reach up for the monster clinging to you, grabbing it with your chainfist, pulling it down, crushing the limb in your grip.
In the distance you hear the humm of a long-las powering up.

<what now?>

>>11951445

Return fire with a shot from our left hand with bolt pistol.

BARREL ROLL!! I SAY AGAIN BARREL ROLL!!
Find cover quickly, prefarably something thick and heavy. After he/she/it fires the shot immidiately duck out and shoot a few round in the direction of the shot.
And butcher the remaining whelps... with CARNAGE!!

>>11951493
Try to get in cover while putting down suppressive fire in the general direction of the shot.
And when i say suppressive fire, I mean FIRE GODDAMN EVERYTHING.
Plasma, bolts, everything!

>>11951475
You return fire, not really sure where the unseen marksman might be. The bolts explode against a wall in the distance.
While you're distracted, the mutant in your grip attempts to strike you, its claws missing you as you twist your torso in a dodge. You crush its skull in annoyance, then look at the other beast.
The thing circles around you, waiting for the right moment to strike.

<now what?>

>>11951493
Khorne smiles on this Anon.

>>11951548
MULTITASK! Continue to send bolts in the direction of the shooter at regular intervals, don't bother aiming, it would just distract you from the beast, which you must chainfist to death.

>>11951611
What about that Plasma Gun that appeared in our chainfist? Can't we fire that at the beast, while blindfiring at the sniperperson?

You spray bolts in the direction of the shot, while trying to hold the mutant at bay. It leaps around, zig-zagging, tauntin you, staying just out of reach every time you prepare to strike.
You finally see what it's doing. Slowly turning you away from its master, making you choose wheter you fire at the marksman, or it.
<what do?>

>>11951653
Why not, the important part is that the beast dies to that we can concentrate on the shooter,

>>11951677
We can shoot stuff with the plasma gun, right? Have one fist with bolters keep suppressing, while the other, with plasma gun, focus on the beast

I say we still duck before the shot comes. About the beast... We could WRESTLE it to death. Tackle and smash it to the ground. Then apply fist-to-face technique, with CARNAGE AND SHOUTING AND BLOOD!!!

>>11951677

Metal plates on our back to protect our head while we turn around and slaughter the beast.

>>11951688
Sorry, just wanted to mention it.
Because then we can FUCKYEAH MULTITASK.
>>11951765
YES
>group reasumme
EVEN CAPTCHA IS WITH US

You keep firing bolts to the invisible marksman and, turn your chainfist towards the mutant, re-growing the plasmagun. You fire a burst, trying to foretell where the beast would try to move.
The plasmabolts vaporise the miserable creature, finally letting you focus on the sniper.
You feel it coming right before the shot is fired. The lasbolt hits you in the chest, just missing your exposed head by a couple inches.
"The Master will avenge us! You know not the Light he brings to those who accept Him! But you will know PAIN!"

>>11951843

Fire the plasma gun, it should illuminate the room long enough for us to charge like a motherfucker.

Then RIP AND TEAR.

>>11951855
This, but remember to also shoot your bolter hand.

Can we atleast tackle him? With CARNAGE? And absorb his lasgun AT ALL COSTS!

You fire plasma bolts again and again, feeling heat building up in your fist. You finally see him. A small, frail man in torn, filthy robes, clutching a ill-maintained long-las with inhumanly long fingers. As he sees you closing he hisses at you, his long forked tounge lashing at the air.
He sets off, zig-zagging in the opposite direction, trying to obsure himself with the scattered junk.

<what do?>

>>11951956

Barge through the junk, show him that Astartes speed is nothing to be joked about. Crash through piles of junk to put the fear of FUCK YOU in him.

Hound him and destroy him.

>>11951956
After him, he can't possibly outrun a superhuman being in a suit of powered armour! Space marines are very fast on their feet for their size!
also, yell "DON'T RUN! I'M JUST GOING TO HIT YOU IN THE FACE WITH MY CHAINFIST!"
Also, fire bolts after him.

March directly towards him like you own the damn joint. If he tries to fire supress him with the bolter and plasma gun... Then TACKLE HIM WITH CARNAGE

You set off in a frightening speed, barging through whatever gets in your way, firing non-stop.
The distance between you lessening every second. Somehow he avoids every shot, even though you know you are an exceptional marksman. You kept telling yourself, there's no luck, during the Crusade, but now you see something, that makes you think again. In fact, the fleeing mutant is displaying such a luck that seems to save him every time you'd think there's no way he could cheat death. It's like he was protected by... something.

Finally, he flees through a doorway, and you lose him from sight.

>>11952115
Try his luck against yours, fire the plasma gun a coupe o' times guessing and listening, in hope of hitting that lucky bastard.

>>11952115
There's no point to chase any further, try to get back to the less hostile parts of the ship, maybe report about what's down here to Solonis or someone else.

You see a faint blue light coming from the chamber in which the man rushed in, and hear his voice, sobbing and talking to someone.

<what do?>

>>11952197

HEAD THE FUCK IN.

PURGE.

DESTROY.

MAIM.

TWINLINKED STORM BOLTER MAYHEM.

You enter the chamber in your war form ready to bring down the whole throne-damned ceiling on them, and you see... candles everywhere, burning with blue flames.
An angelic being floats in the middle of the room, its feet barely touching the filthy decking, porcelain white skin giving off a faint glow.
It is beautiful, the embodiment of the perfect human form. It wears a flowing robe, looking a different colour from whichever direction you look at it.

"Mmmm, you came." the robed figure says in a sing-sung voice.
"Master... h-he killed them all. He killed the children." the beastmaster mumbles, sobbing, rushing to the feet of the strange entity.
"There, there. It's alright." the creature whispers, patting the mutant on the head. "You have done your part. I'm proud."
"T-thank you, ma-" his voice is cut off, a white froth comes from his mouth, and the man starts shaking in his entire body. You see his skin flake away in pieces, revealing snake-like scales, his hands reforming into tentacles, additional rows of teeth appearing in his mouth, ever changing shapes moving under his skin.
He...it falls to the floor, the rampant mutation overcoming his body, rapidly growing tumors bursting out from under its tearing skin, the flesh melting away like wax, the entire body losing resemblance to anything distincly human.
The shakes cease and the once-man finally dies as the rapid mutations rip him apart.
The creature looks at you, and smiles.
"I bring a prophecy, son of Iron. Shall you listen?"

>>11952197
SNEAK! As silent as a giant in a giant armour can. Or just use the superears of an Astartes.

>elachmi causes
Yes captcha, I too hope this action causes something.

>>11952220
"What is this prophecy? Speak now before my patience wears thin!" Aim your weapons at it.
I say that the moment we know what it is talking about, we kill it.

>>11952220
*say nothing, nod, clatter ammunition into internal hoppers ominously*

"Upon the back of a Great Serpent rides a Wolf chasing the Sun. Its shadow cast upon you, its jaws wide open to swallow you whole. Only by seizing the Chariot of Blood can you save your brothers. Ride it on wheels of blood and fire, through the bridge of Bifröst that leads to the Maws of Hell." the creature chants, its light growing brighter with every word. "One way lies damnation, the other your death and that of your brothers. Choose your path before the path will choose you."
The next moment he explodes in a flash of light.
You blink, and it's dark again. The candles blown out. You stand alone in the middle of the hall.

>>11952220
Keep your distance, don't let him touch you.
Aim at him but listen to his story, our alligence is with the Warsmith, but we will listen to him so that we may know who this new enemy is, if there is more of his followers or the like.

Then blast him to the warp.

>>11952336
oo, nice prophecy Tough Guy.
Iiiiiiinnnn-teresting.

>>11952336

Return to Legion Quarters, vox Solonis telling him you wiped out the mutants.

Say nothing about the words of the 'prophet' till we've deciphered some of it.

That was the closure, gents. Have to leave. Next session is at monday. from 20.00 CET to 06.00 CET, most likely.

Probably will have less distractions, so expect a faster pace.

>>11952336
*ponder*
Return to the serfs first. Pass on news of mutants annihilated.
Demand to know why their quarters are so unbefitting servants of the Iron Warriors.
Do something about it.

Ponder prophecy and strange being.

Then, go on to useful things. =]

>>11952366
Rock on, thanks again VTG.